Invasion Some Like it Hoth [Galactic Alliance Invasion of First Order Hoth|Bespin Hex]

Adder · Jun 9, 2017

Location: Above Cloud city
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"] | [member="Shamira Karuto"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Makai Dashiell"] | [member="Tela Uolmi"] | [member="Abel"]
Enemies: [member="Sara Lee Jones"]
Sheep: The Phantom Limb | Blue Fury Squadron
Gear: Bio, yer regular ole flight suit

Wingcom pinged on her sensors, and Adder grinned as she pulled her formation to a hard right, looking to take them from the flank as the Blue Fury rained righteous fire upon the Sabre squadron.

“You’re late to the party, Janes,” she quipped as she pulled above the TIEs. Trusting Wilson and Greer to protect her ass, Adder leveled her vector thrusters, pitching her rear skyward and giving her about three seconds of exposed enemy to shoot at.

So she did. The laser cannons came alive, spewing burst fire at the formation below her. Looked like a delta – Adder would try to cut clean through their wings with the laser stream even as she got a lock on the leader’s wingman.

Disengaging the thrusters, Adder let gravity pull her into a roll. She maintained the lock as she regained energy, pushing into pursuit as she reached their altitude plane with newfound speed.

With the click of teeth, the proton torpedo would scream into the TIE’s unprotected six, very likely tearing it to bits in a violent explosion. What was more – it would send the tight formation scattering, lest they all got a taste of the high-velocity shrapnel.

“Divide and conquer!” she shouted over the comms, dropping off to pick up speed.

Subject 37 · Jun 9, 2017

Location: Bespin, Hotel Suite
Objective: Arrest the First Order Spy Who is Clearly Not a Doctor
Allies: [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Canal"]
Enemies: [member="Irajah Ven"]

Jorg glanced at the ship for a few moments, his eyes following the guards.

They weren't really much of an obstacle, not to the three Alliance personnel. The men seemed to be wearing no armor of any sort, though they carried blasters and what looked like electro-staffs. The Soldier shifted for just a moment, moving the heavy duffel bag on his shoulder so that the woman wouldn't wear him down. For a second he simply waited, then glanced down at Elliot.

"Let's go." Jord had Little patience left.

He shifted the weight of Irajah one last time, then slowly moved out from behind cover. He drew his blaster pistol, the weapon still set to stun, and then quickly closed the distance of the hangar bay.

The guards didn't notice him until he was just a few feet away, and by then it was already too late. One of the men turned, looking specifically as though he were about to order JOrg away, but the Soldier raised his blaster pistol first. Two shots echoed out within the hangar bay, both of the stun bolts striking home as the guard who was about to speak was immediately floored. His friend to the right followed soon after.

The two remaining guards looked at Jorg, then past him towards Canal and Elliot, they immediately dropped the craters of cargo and booked it towards the door.

"We're taking your ship." Jorg stated simply to the royal looking fellow who simply seemed to nod. "Locke."

He motioned to the agent to get aboard, knowing Canal would fall in behind himself to protect their rear.

H3xle · Jun 9, 2017

Location: Hoth: Outpost Veers, at a mountain slope.
Objective: Purgify
Allies: Team S: [member="Aver Brand"], [member="siobhan kerrigan"], [member="rusty"] Other allied folks: [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Sol Stazi"]
Engaging: [member="kyrel ren"]
Gear: Link in Sig

Tomas watched as the Knight of Ren attempted to do many things. At least, Tomas assumed he was trying to do many things. He saw the mechanical monstrosity's hands waving about as he turned from one threat to the other. A bit of TK or a shield must have gotten in the way of the bolts that Tomas had shot, as they exploded just shy of hitting the Knight. The bolts were useful against force users because once active, they exploded on contact with anything, even a force borne TK field. The hammer that Tomas had thrown missed by inches as Sio's attack slammed him into the snow. This also cause Tomas to overshoot the target, and he landed in a skid of snow, rock, and ice, turning back to face the mechanical monstrosity and instantly opening up with still more explosive bolts from his weapon.

Tomas didn't know why the efforts of Kyrel Ren were being so ineffectual, he didn't know that the Knight of Ren was being suppressed in the force by a master of the technique who had been employing it for almost as long as Tomas had been alive. Tomas knew next to nothing about the force, despite being employed by a TK Master. He often said that the only force he knew about was inertia.

Tomas sent more explosive bolts down at Kyrel as the others around him attacked him as well. Then the EMP grenade went off, and Tomas had been on the wrong side of the field for it, and it hit him with the inside edge of the effect. The Lionheart armor was hardened against it, but that only went so far. His HUD showed the hardening wear thin, and the servo's around his armor's legs locked up. The joints were by far the weakest part in the EMP hardening process, as they had to have mobility that could wear down the material hardening. For the moment, Tomas was stuck in a firing position in the snow. He wouldn't be using inertia to smash the Knight of Ren like he had hoped, so he fell back on the old tried and true method for Marines.

Shoot it until it stops moving, then maybe shoot it some more so it doesn't start again.

The ammunition counter in his HUD sped towards empty, and smoothly, Tomas ditched the drum attached to the weapon and slapped another, his last, in it's place. He ran the bolt, then continued to fire, a few seconds having lapsed between the end of the previous drum and this one due to the complexity of the reloading mechanism. However, explosive bolts were racing towards the Knight in a near continuous stream.

Ishana Pavanos · Jun 9, 2017

A L L I E S

I N T E R A C T I NG

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

E N E M I E S

O B J E C T I V E

~~Survive~~ | Pop the Question

As the blizzard set in, Ishana had resigned to the fates that perhaps she wasn't going to cheat death again. And yet still, she knew that she could not give up, not now. The Balmorran tried to prop herself up in the snow but her lower back screamed at her. Internally she cringed as she forced herself to sit up. Drawing in sharp breaths she looked out across the snowy landscape not knowing that Kaalia was more than determined to find her. All the brunette had heard was something about this lifetime, and as the cold wind pierced through her flight jacket. Ishana felt a pang of regret, regret that she would not be there for [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]. She wouldn't get to share anything else with her, no other firsts. Way to go Pavanos, find the girl of your dreams right before you die.

The pilot let herself fall back into the snow as her hands came over the helmet. "For once in your life you figure your chit out, it only took you thirty-four years, thirty-five... feth me," she managed to curse herself just as her teeth chattered. "Karkin' Hoth, karkin' Alliance why couldn't you have stayed home on your stupid planets and let me win back my rations from [member="Pierce Fortan[/COLOR][/FONT][/B][/SIZE][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px][COLOR=#ff69b4][B] III"]." She couldn't just lay there, she knew that, "and then I could've called Kaal and told her that I wanted to take her out, told her that I..." Ishana stopped as she swore to the Heavens she heard someone shouting her name. I want to wake up next to this woman every day, I want to come home to her. I want to see her smile, but no, no, no mother karkin' Alliance. The Balmorran shut her eyes and she felt the snow shift, what the ... Kaal? Ishana couldn't believe her karkin' eyes, until Kaalia lifted her from the snow.

Lieutenant Pavanos laid there in the younger woman's arms and wanted to water up and cry. Instead, she threw off her helmet and heard Kaal ask if she could sit on the speeder. She swallowed hard and sucked in another painful breath but she was happy. So happy right now, first of all Kaalia, second of all not dead and third of all see points one and two. When the Kro Varian leaned over to kiss her forehead, it wasn't enough. No, in this moment she cupped the redhead's face drawing the woman in for a second kiss, and then a third. And as she looked over at the speeder, she answered the question at hand, "sort of, think my back is a little jacked up." There was a smile and another kiss, before she blurted out, "marry me."

Just in case Kaalia needed to hear that again, "Kaalia Voldaren marry me, please." This was it, now or never as Ishana knew that if today had been her last day she would have regretted never asking. "You make this life worth living mi amor, you make me want to get up and all I want to do is share every moment with you from this moment on, te amo."

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Ria Misrani · Jun 9, 2017

[member="Audrey Saint George"] | [member="Rhia Novatinsky"] | [member="Hogrum Veed"]

Tarkin patted another stromtrooper on the shoulder, "the sooner we get these civilians out the sooner we can get to the fighting on Hoth, I assure you, Corporal." His modulated voice sounded confident as the younger trooper saluted and headed off with his team. He turned just he heard the Doctor's name being called out, "All-Surface Guard." The officer said beneath his breath, "always good for a ride or two, eh? What is that the navy calls you lot, puddle jumpers?"

"Right about to jump you into a puddle or two of your own, buckethead." One of the gunners quipped with a chuckle as the squad climbed aboard. All-Surface Guard were readily avaliable to any planetary governor, and Tarkin as he took his seat was always glad to work with them. Two escorts would flank on either end of their gunship as they crossed the city's skies. If he thought the district before was posh, he was in for a real surprise.

"I'm always forgetting that this part of First Order space is filled with the luxurious and extravagent." Time in the remote Western Reaches has certainly put him in a different state of mind. The park was well enough as they landed they had a set of names and would work to try and get them all out. Dr. Saint George offered out how the team would go about the task as the squad patted the side of the gunship indicting they were good to go.

"We'll follow you, Doctor." Tarkin had acknowledged and then he heard something about them, "bloody..." His first instinct was to protect Audrey, followed by his next set of orders, "GET INDOORS NOW!"

The Guards. Just as he turned to call to them the officer caught sight of the debris crashing into the gunship. "VIRAMONTES LETS MOVE!" The man shouted, as the squad of stormtroopers moved with whatever civilians they could get ahold of and rushed into an apartment building. The sirens around the city as a whole blarred over and over as bits and pieces of the Galactic Alliance and First Order fleets rained down upon them all striking against buildings, ships and people indiscriminately.

Vexen · Jun 9, 2017

Location: Engineering, hyperdrive
With [member="Micah Talith"] and [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Ipsy"] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member="Deacon"]
Contacting:[member="Lucien Studley"] | [member="Kiran Vess"] [member="Sieb Tevv"]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] @brasser… @Brakir…. @Brasikamamasobsen...no… [member="Brask'ari'sabosen"]

“Go!” Vexen called back over her shoulder. Her ears were pinned back, her fur ruffled up. The determination she now felt was a veneer that had been painted over the wall of fear. Right now it was holding, covering everything below. It wouldn’t take much to start the veneer peeling, letting the fear bleed through from underneath. Vexen couldn’t pause or falter on her path. She couldn’t allow herself to question herself. “Get off the station. I have to get Micah. I don’t think he can leave on his own.” She was glad that Ipsy did not lay any blame on her. Whatever happened now, she would always know that.

Spark would have a notion of where to go to escape. It might even turn out that it was the same direction Vexen was headed. The defel strode towards the lifts in an odd gait, mag-boots keeping her anchored to the deck. There were no lights on the next corridor and not because of her actions to compromise the lights. It seemed power had been lost here. The lift loomed before her, silent, impassive. Vexen was no technopath but she raised one paw and called on the Force. Brute force would do now and the curved doors screamed as they were shoved back into their recesses.

She pushed her maw into the empty space. She needed to go up. Fortunately the lift had come to a halt several decks beneath them. That saved her time cutting through it. Her mag-boots deactivated and she pushed up off the floor. The Force stabilised her as she went up, angling towards the far wall. Outstretched paws arrested her lateral momentum before she scrabbled upwards as quickly as she could. Each grab and tug pushed her along even faster.

As she climbed she pushed all thoughts of losing Micah aside. She couldn’t bear to imagine it. That paint would have been sandblasted from the wall in an instant if her mind dwelled on it.

Micah? she called. There was no response, but she imagined she felt the tether tighten.

Vexen counted decks as she went. It brought to mind her lessons with the young Talith. When she had met him, already ten years old, she had come with no concept of numbers or how to count. He’d painstakingly tried to teach her how to count, how to read and write. He had taught her everything, she reflected. The person she was now had been shaped so much y that silly boy with the easy smile. She recalled him trying to explain to her how many stars and planets there were in the Galaxy. To a girl who had never left one station, who had thought it was everything, it had been a difficult concept to grasp.

Vexen had a vague sense of his location that confirmed her choice of door. She braced herself against the far wall of the lift tube and anchored herself down with mag boots. Another obstacle was removed from her path with a determined pull through the Force.

I’m coming

She pushed forwards. The corridor ahead was now ‘up’ from her perspective and she ascended the next corridor for a few metres before reorienting herself and anchoring to the deck with mag boots. She was nearly sick with disorientation as her notion of up and down was altered again. What would she do when she found him? That hadn’t really occurred to her. She double clicked the emergency buttons on her comm-link and activated her evac-beacon.

Another door was ahead. This one had power. A red light. The panel next to it indicated that it was a acting as a vacuum seal. Without hesitation she returned to the previous door and sealed it. Coming to the original seal she tried the manual override. It refused to give on the first yank.

“Please, please, please,” she whispered in desperation. One more pull with all her weight and the doors opened a crack. She grasped the handle and braced. One atmosphere of pressure wasn’t much of a differential. It certainly wasn’t explosive decompression. The air left her section of the corridor quicky, her emergency shipsuit sealing over her head.

She was presented with a view of the inky black of space. Her goggles adjusted and she could see the pinpricks of stars below. The entire section had broken away. Straight ahead, maybe a hundred metres, was an airlock. It felt like it was a parsec away. Vexen stayed stock still. The paint started to flake away, colour bled through the cracks.

“Go to him now. You are brave.” That voice whispered again. It didn’t cover the cracks, but it halted their growth. Two steps towards the edge, each a dull thud that reverberated through her suit. She relied far more on her other senses than a human and the lack of scent or sound beyond her suit was disconcerting. Not as much as the chasm she was about to try and leap.

Vexen bent her knees and prepared to push away, but instead she straightened up and retreated one step before turning away. A low mewl changed to a throaty growl and she slammed a balled up paw into the wall in frustration. Frustration at herself.

“Motherkarking feth-bag!” Micah had tried to temper her foul mouth over the years and not with complete success. She turned and ran, leaping through the door. She yelped as she realised she was floating through empty space. Jagged lines of torn hull passed by, structural cables formed twisted hands that reached out and grasped at her to try and stop her progress. Everything wanted to stop her reaching him.

The airlock was coming towards her quickly, but not directly at her. For a moment she thought she would pass the hull entirely and end up drifting through space until her breathable air was all used up and she faded into nothing. Instead she collided with the hull. She flailed desperately for purchase and rebounded in a near-elastic collision. Her paw missed a handhold as she drifted away. A loud hiss filled her hearing.

Think, don’t panic.

Vexen called on the Force to draw her back towards the hull, swinging her arms and twisting to get a boot down. It caught and she got the other down. The suit wasn’t very intelligent, it didn’t warn her that it had been breached, but she soon noticed the small tear at her waist. She slapped her paw down upon it and the loud hiss became a whisper. Vexen wasn’t freezing, there was no atmosphere in space so the only way she could lose energy was through radiating it away - not a rapid process. But the air was suddenly thin. Her chested bounced up and down quickly as she gasped for air. Her head span, her vision became blurred. With that paw held down tightly to stop the evacuating her she desperately stumbled towards the airlock.

Once again it seemed to retreat from her as fast she she approached, distance stretching away and warping in her confused state. Her entire notion of direction fled with the oxygen squeezing through the breach. Time became a nebulous concept. She focussed on memories of Micah to drive her on. The galley on the ship and him finding a stool to snatch the cookies whilst his mother was out. Then surprise and elation when she permitted Vexen to stay instead of forcing her to leave. Who came home to find that their child had brought home a mangy, stray creature that could barely speak and allowed him to raise it? She had never understood but she had always - would always be - grateful. It was a strange family, but that had been in her favour on that day.

Then the door was before her and all she could do was pray to the Force that it would open. It did. As it closed behind her she didn’t even realise there was gravity again until the floor struck her back. Once pressure reached normal levels the helmet snapped back open. Vexen didn’t think to seal the breach in case she met vacuum again, she just gulped for air until she reached the bare minimum state to continue. Legs shook, her paws twitched and her vision was impaired but she pressed on through the next lock. She was close now. She could almost feel his heartbeat in her own chest. It beat a frantic cadence. He was in shock.

Vexen saw signs of the explosion as she approached, entire blast doors blown from their mounts. She returned to that corridor she had reluctantly left not minutes ago. Micah had always seemed almost invulnerable to her. That belief had been torn down. She couldn’t see his uncle. The Sith Lord had sublimated, had left this existence. There was nothing left. His influence, however, had not been erased. The bulkheads were deformed and twisted, the Force still reacted to his presence. As if his shadow would linger in this spot for all eternity.

Then her eyes fell upon Micah. Or at least what was left. She dropped to hands and knees and scrambled the rest of the way. He breathed, he had a pulse. His life force was faint and seemed almost tainted somehow. Vexen whimpered in despair.

“Please,” she sighed as she cradled his charred face. “Please, please, please,” she whispered. What could she do about this? No, stop being helpless. She took her paw from him for just a moment to slap her comm and call desperately for aid. Then she returned to her training in the Force. Their bond was tight, strong, even in these circumstances. As she crumbled into the deck beside him she leant him whatever strength she had. He didn’t pull, so she had to push, to try and stabilise his spirit and keep him tethered her, to enable his body to keep going - if only for the minutes she needed. Her comm-unit buzzed with words and she didn’t even hear them. Whatever she had to give, she would.

Vexen didn’t even noticed when Alliance men arrived. Only when they tried to prise her from Micah and she turned her head, bared her teeth and growled.

H3xle · Jun 9, 2017

LOCATION: Anoat
OBJECTIVE: ~~Commerce, maybe with a side of smuggling~~ Infiltrating
KURGAIN TRAFFIC CONTROL: [member="magnus ren"], [member="Aralu Sar"], [member="fiolette yvarro"], [member="Brask'ari'sabosen"]
OTHERS NEARBY: [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Atham'aali'kema"], [member="Vexen"], [member="Ipsy"], [member="Allyson Locke"], [member="Spark Finn"]

The station's hull rippled as it ripped itself apart, first jumping into hyperspace with significant damage, then being ripped out by what Keric could only describe as the darkest blast he had felt ever. The station had been going to hyper away from the battle, so the limited range of [member="face"]'s pulse mass mines that had been deployed behind her Alor couldn't really affect it, and where they came out was a significant distance enough away that the battle wouldn't have been visible to the naked eye. Keric wasn't looking for it though. He tumbled to the ground as the station shook itself apart upon re-entry to realspace. He was back on his feet in an instant, and he noticed that the First Order people had left, heading for the stem, though Keric didn't know it. Instead, Keric saw two of his fellow agents, [member="atham'aali'kema"] and [member="taheera sollo"]. The Slayer was helping Taheera stand after the rough re-entry.

Keric strode over to them and pulled them along, his sense of danger was growing, even as the battle was far away. He didn't know precisely what was going to happen, but he assumed it was going to be bad. Keric and his group moved swiftly, gathering any Alliance personnel they found on the way. Keric followed the schematics he had stolen previously, and followed them to a series of escape pods one level above where their showdown had been. He made sure everyone he had gathered was stuffed in, then sealed the door behind himself and launched it.

At this point, Keric's danger sense was pushing his bodies systems into flight or fight. Adrenaline was flooding his system. He could smell individual scents inside his armor, sweat, fear, the cleaning solution he used, and the faint wiff of engine grease. He probably carried that over with him when he put the armor on, just hadn't noticed it until now. His hearing was dulled, as the comm suite was still trying to reboot from the overload his one shot comm signal had done, so he was reduced to having only spoken audio through amplifiers in his helmet. He could hear the muffled noises of people in a cramped space. His extremities tingled from the heightened sensitivity as well, but none of it compared to the sense he got in the force.

All of a minute and change after Keric, Maalik, Taheera, and any others they had gathered along the way had escaped the station, Keric's sense of danger turned to dread as hundreds of voices cried out. Explosions rocked the remaining pieces of the station. Whether it had been a self destruct command given despite the software wipe, or a build up of static in the systems the First Order was purported to install on all of their ships that enabled them to blow sections or the whole thing up, or something Keric couldn't even fathom, the crippled station exploded. Shockwaves went out, sending debris flying towards the escape pod.

The station had already been reduced to being worthless at it's purpose. It was intended to act as a central command and control point for the entire hex, coordinating the First Order military. They, themselves, had reduced the listening post and combat information center to rubble, the hyperspace jump and being wrenched out had broken it up still more. This was merely the icing on the cake, as the station exploded, removing itself entirely from the galaxy. No single ship would be able to do what the FIV Kurgain did for this hex, so Keric considered their mission to Anoat a complete success, even as debris filled the tiny viewport, potentially about to end their lives.

Then a beautiful sight slipped between the escape pod and debris. The Aurora took the debris on it's shields, then maneuvered to take the escape pod under tow, and accelerate away from the wreckage of the FIV Kurgain. Keric relaxed visibly within his armor, leaning against the hatch as they got towed away from the pieces that had been the sole reason for him to be in the system.

Keric looked back at the expanding wreckage of the former station, and smiled.

Rexus Wenck · Jun 9, 2017

“Yes Wenck, blast heard loud and clear.” The Major replied in his usual gruff tone, “Now go and regroup with your unit, and assess the damage, wipe out any scum who’ve been unlucky enough to survive.”

Rexus nodded, “Affirmative sir, moving out!” Wenck barked before moving down the stair case. He could see the effect the detonation had immediately, there were large cracks now in the staircase, with some stairs even dislodged from where they’d been carved. Rubble littered everything, sitting in large clumps, all the way down to small dustings. Either way, the soldier knew the danger ice could carry, particularly on steps.

Briskly marching down, he reached for his comms unit, “Alright Twigg, we’re on search, rescue, and kill.” Rexus announced, “Move the lads back a ways, and rendezvous at the hangar armoury.”

“Ten four bossman.” Twigg replied, shutting off the comm unit with some static. Rexus now walked through the base, the devastation became clearer, large chunks of ice, and rock now sat squarely on the ground, jammed into the floor. Terminals used to take stock, and sort inventory had been uprooted, exposing their power sockets, with some fizzing as they stood. Rack, upon rack of maintainence equipment had been pushed over in the initial shock, sending their cargo sprawling on the ground.

Rexus was slightly impressed, this damage, this destruction, he ha caused it. There was a certain level of pride that sat with that. The trooper didn’t let his guard down, and moved to the armoury, funnily enough, this room hadn’t been affected. The shelving and lockers were broken, sure. But the weapons had all been deployed, meaning that it was relatively easy to traverse.

Rexus’ admiration of his handiwork was broken by the Gunner’s arrival. “Ready when you are boss.” Twigg reported.

“Alrighty then,” Rexus said, a smirk forming on his face, “Let’s move it out.” He motioned for th unit to follow him, and they did, walking down and into the cold catacombs of the base. The tunnels had borne most of the damage, the once deliciously pure ice, now blackened, and charred by the smoke. However what struck Rexus was the light at the end of the tunnel.

“Whatsat?” One trooper asked.

“I-is that the outside?” Another speculated.

Rexus lead the way, “Only one way to find out…” He mused, stepping forward, until he’d reached the epicentre of the blast. If the rest of the destruction piqued his interest, then karking hell, this crater, it caused a right bloody heart attack then and there. “I-it’s beautiful….” Rexus whispered, “Look at it…”

Artemis Margs · Jun 9, 2017

The FIV Menace silently reverted from hyperspace, to real space, towards the flank of the Alliance fleet. Immediately, the crew was awestruck by what they saw. “Captain we have multiple…” The Sensors Officer began, but didn’t finish. There was no need to describe the contacts, because everyone could see them already. They were all so large, Artemis was transfixed. The sheer amount of firepower at this area, and the destruction reaped was awe-inspiring, and horrifying.

He watched the FIS Kurigan’s wreck slowly float into the way of battle, eyes widening. Artemis couldn’t find the words to elaborate on his feelings. But where he failed, his crew succeeded. “It’s madness…” The Chief Engineer muttered below his breath. “Utter madness…”
“Do you think the civilians got out alright?” The Signals Officer remarked, “Do you think-“

“What do you think dumbarse?” The TIE Operations Officer began, “See that destruction, that’s total, no one got out of that.” The Operations officer’s voice then grew lower, fuelled by venom and spite. “Alliance did that, no doubt about that.” He speculated, he was at this pointing really voicing the thoughts of the entire crew.

“Bastards.” The Shield Technician mused, her voice carried a dangerous edge in its tone, “Bastards, all of them.” She snarled, “What kind of bastard hits a civilian station?!” She asked bitterly, “What kind of-!“

Artemis couldn’t help but concur with the sage words of wisdom emanating from his crew, and breathed in deeply, taking In the image, He licked his dry lips, and turned to his crew. “Remember lads, we have to remain professional.” Artemis reminded them, cutting the young technician off, “Commence long range fire on the flank of that larger destroyer.” He commanded, “Move us forward, and bring us into range, I want all batteries ready to commence bombardment.”

[SIZE=11pt]The captain then returned to his position observing the battle from the front of his command deck, “If the FIS Kurigan is lost, then we sure as hell will be the ones to avenge it.”[/SIZE]

Ashin Varanin · Jun 9, 2017

SS Shambhala
Shields 50%
Hull 75%
Departing

The planet Indellian loomed ahead. Off to starboard, the battle had reached a stage of advanced crunch. Ashin finched and grinned as ANS Mustafar, a tough military escort, took the Shambhala's weapons fire and exploded. Her seasoned civilian bridge crew kept their focus, but she could sense their surprised excitement. She'd given them plenty of new experiences in the Unknown Regions, but they'd never taken down a capital ship in full battle - not since the ANS Resolute Vengeance, anyway.

Her chair comm pulsed: a signal from Engineering. "Captain, this is Chief Kalaaa. I've patched up the hyperdrive enough for one jump."

"Outstanding." Ashin sat up a little straighter, half-wishing she could stay and fight. Force, but she'd missed this. "Helm, take us to Varonat. Let's get our people back."

The science frigate whirled and accelerated along the pre-calculated course, then leaped away with Alliance wreckage in its wake.

Progflaw99 · Jun 9, 2017

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Icy Cave System | Hoth

Status: Pursuing [member="Jamie Pyne"]

Allies:

First Order

Enemies: Galactic Alliance | [member="Aela Talith"]
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It seemed that moment was locked in eternity, the hesitant breaths of the trio sending small spouts of steam into the air as they waited for one another to make a move. Then, slowly, the girl began. Castor could feel the power of the Dark Side well up within himself but he waited. To act too soon would see them both shredded to bits by the creature. Sure, he might last a little bit longer than the woman before him but Wampas were not small creatures, nor were they to be trifled with. Monstrous beasts of tough muscle and sinew, fur covering its flesh from head to toe. For a moment it looked confused, docile even. Eyes flicking to where the woman had been, Castor now saw her as she slipped past the monstrous hulk. A frown spread across his features, his eyes boring into the creature. If he didn't act soon, his quarry would escape.

As he had before, his gaze focused on the creature. Visages of pain and torture directly sent towards the Wampa in an attempt to disrupt whatever calming effect seemed to hold the beast in place - it was too late. Already Castor could hear the woman's footsteps pitter pattering as she began to run. As the very blood of the Wampa began to boil, it let loose a feral roar, its bellow once more filling the caverns. In an instant the creature had begun to lower its shoulder, claws extended from its mitts but Castor's attention had been directed elsewhere, to the shower of ice and snow that had seemingly exploded from the wall just beyond. A familiar presence caused the Ren pause - it was the Jedi's friend no doubt, the very same who'd accosted them in the caves on Lothal. A thought crossed his mind as he gazed in their direction but that was a folly - the Wampa's heavy footsteps had sent it careening towards the Ren.

Too late he reacted, the sword's blade coming up defensively but outside. With a swiping claw the weapon was batted away as the Wampa's burly body slammed into the Knight. Armored as he was, he wasn't killed outright but the shellshock he felt from the impact rattled him thoroughly, the wind knocked out of him as he was battered into the cavern wall. A clatter filled the chamber as his weapon bounced across the ice, rattling bones, spreading the miasma that was the Wampa's den. In a fit of fury, Castor kicked with all his strength, hitting the beast wherever he could, he could feel the claws of the Wampa grating against his armor, rending the material and causing his own teeth to grind. It seemed now he had bigger problems, the Jedi forgotten as he began the fight for his life. His attempt at riling the beast had only hindered himself, the creature's attention now solely focused on the Ren intruder.

Gear:

Shaydae Desmaris · Jun 9, 2017

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Battle waged around the unit, chaos reigning supreme as TIEs and X-wings fought for supremacy in the skies above. Missiles pursued winged droids, some finding their marks, a few peeling off and creating supernovas of crimson, copper, and amber as friend and foe were impacted by the heavy artillery.

”You have got to be karking kidding me!”

Rapidly cutting off her open communication line with her unit, Des watched as the tank she’d targeted failed to be reduced to a pile of molten and twisted slag metal from the heat of a GAM, instead, the rocket deflected by a well-timed but accidental impact from a marine. Finding its mark in a line of Alliance soldiers instead, her mouth twisted up into a grim smile as it detonated in a riot of color, blood, and flesh, the carnage wrought a small comfort to the soldier. Far less satisfying than if it had found its intended target, the occupants of the Alliance tank now moving in different directions towards their own targets.

As the group scattered, her small unit of troopers moving in fast to provide what support they could, the woman released her PLX launcher to hang at her side and swiveled her head to face her second in command.

::With me. We continue. Target: South Ridge Ion Cannon. Move out!::

The crackle of her comm activating distracted her from the ice in her side, stims doing their best to mitigate the damage from her side, blood running down her ribcage and soaking into her bodysuit. It would be a mess to remove, the freezing temperatures doing more harm than good as the blood coagulated and froze, the fibers sealing against torn skin. It wasn’t the worst wound she’d suffered in the line of duty and would hardly slow her down in this moment. Flanked by five members of her squad, bursts of blaster fire covering their movements, the remainder of the Hexes moved swiftly through the snowcapped field, destination looming from the South.

The screeching of alerts rang out, reds and greens lighting up in her HUD display as fire was returned, a piercing scream cut off as one of her unit fell, helmet shattered in the barrage of bolts and plasma. A curse held back as she watched more indicator lights die, the three troopers she’d sent to the Knight of Ren’s aid going dark.

”Kark!”

The anguished shout was only for herself, her training kicking in as feet and legs continued propelling her towards her goal, despite the loss of her brothers in arms. They knew the risks. This was their life. Their death. To die in a flurry of gunfire and pain.

And yet they would persevere. The armies of the First Order would continue to rise and fight, more souls filling the places of those lost for the preservation of peace and order within their slice of the galaxy. The Alliance brought the fight to them and they would sorely regret it by the end. The Order would lose good soldiers that day. Fathers, Mothers, Brothers, Sisters, Sons, Daughters…but each death brought with it hope. A hope for stability and peace. They would hold their ground and protect their people at all costs.

Grim thoughts pushed behind, she barked more orders, the group coming to the edge of the AT-AT line, the ground before them opening into relative calmness compared to the cluster of a battle raging behind them. A relieved breath escaped the Sergeant as they slowed, casting a glance at their surroundings as she considered the best approach.

::Gutiérrez and Landis with me. Stalz, Yeven, and Ri-::

A trembling beneath their feet was the only warning needed, snow and ice falling from the edges of the ridge ahead, the soldier’s head snapping to glance in the direction of the early alert system filling her helmet with blaring warnings and flashing LEDs. And explosion rocked the earth beneath their feet, the ground behind Outpost Veers cracking and splitting, a chasm opening before her eyes.

::MOVE NOW!::

Renewed vigor powered her steps, the smaller woman dashing across the snow, eyes locked on the one weapon left that might protect the remainder of the Outpost.

Jamie Pyne · Jun 9, 2017

Allies: [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: The First Order, [member="Castor Ren"]
Location: Hoth Wildlands

Jamie reacted to the sudden and unexpected grand entrance made by her friend and master with a shocked gasp, a heavy flinch, and a quick stumble into the opposite wall before regaining her footing through the slippery snow and ice beneath her feet. Having half expected that the cave was somehow collapsing atop her as her past experiences began to rush back to the forefront of her mind, her eyes bulged, flaring bright orbs of sapphire Aela's way. It wasn't until the older Jedi carved and collapsed the path behind her that she was certain what she was seeing was neither mind trick nor hallucination. If there had been time, or had she not been nearly freezing to death and exhausted she would have undoubtedly stopped running, if only to give Aela the biggest hug of her life that she well deserved.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes!" She shouted as the woman helped her through the mouth of the cave and back into the wilds of Hoth. The blinding sunlight against the glistening ice was momentarily blinding, forcing the girl from Naboo to avert her eyes towards her friend's shoulder. Hundreds of questions ran through her mind, what was going on and why the alliance was there. She'd heard and seen brief moments of explosions above the planet, but there wasn't time for examining. Right then however all she wanted was to get away from that frozen hell of a planet.

Jamie followed as Aela led the two down the massive slope that was likely once a mountain in its' own right, now long since covered by thick layers of snow and ice. Her clothes, courtesy of the hospitality of the Knights of Ren covered the majority of her injuries across both chest and back, though her hand still bore a resemblance of injury across the base of her fingers. "I can't begin to tell you how happy I am to see you!" Reaching the base of the ravine the blonde noticed the ship the Jedi had arrived in, ramp already lowered with a crew of 5th Legion soldiers waiting patiently for their return. At first look two of the soldiers began to rush outwards towards the two Jedi to help quicken their pace. "We need to go, now! There's two following us." At least to Jamie's knowledge both Castor and the red haired woman were still in pursuit. With any luck Castor had been unable to continue the chase, and although she was unaware, Kaalia was no longer a threat to her either.

Aela Talith · Jun 9, 2017

Location: Hoth Caves
Objective: Save the Padawan
Allies: [member="Jamie Pyne"]
Enemies: [member="Castor Ren"] | Kaalia Voldaren
Ship: The Sneaky McSneakyface

”Maybe next time you wont get captured.” Aela said as they rushed over the open field, and towards the two 5th Legion soldiers.

One of them was carrying a heavy coat, the fur of it immediately being draped around Jamie’s shoulders as they reached the two Jedi. Aela shifted slightly, allowing one of the taller men to grab Jamie and take a hold of her so she could glance back towards the mountains behind her. When she saw no one she motioned for the small group to get on board the ship.

”Gets us off the ground.” Aela ordered the soldiers, grabbing onto Jamie again and leading her up the ramp of the ship. ”I want to be out of this system before anyone tries to bring us down.”

She practically pulled Jamie to her feet, nudging the girl towards the inside of the ship and setting her down on an acceleration couch. ”Here. Warm up. Are you okay? Do you need a medic? Food?

Concern tinged her voice as the ship around them began to rumble.

The vessel shook and The Sneaky McSneakyface activated its cloak, the corvette drifted into the air a moment later, surging towards Hoths atmosphere and skirting through any combat in sight.

Kaalia Pavanos · Jun 9, 2017

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INTERACTING:

[member="Ishana Pavanos"]

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A gentle kiss on the forehead turned into another kiss, and another. That was the Ishana Kaalia knew and loved, and it put a broad smile on her face. In the moment the conflict around her didn't exist, the snowstorm wasn't there, the sounds of battle didn't reach her ears. Kaalia had told herself before and she was right, Ishana was going to be fine. That fact was all that mattered now. Somehow her worry about [member="Ara Ren"] had taken a step back and the woman didn't know why, but her brain was too occupied with the pilot in her arms to figure that out.

When Ishana said she would be able to get on the speeder the redhead smiled back and leaned in for the kiss to make sure the brunette didn't have to overexert herself. They had arrived at the bike she had jumped off of moments before, but before she could help her loved one get on it Ishana blurted out two words that made her freeze in place. It must be the cold getting to me-

"Kaalia Voldaren marry me, please."

Kaalia's mind flashed back. On a fateful day during a pub crawl she was dragged along to by Ara, sitting at a Sabacc table in a place called The Jumping Rocket. Next to her a brunette would sit down and absent-mindedly tell a story as she threw in some credits to join in. "Say, what's your name?" She vividly remembered Ishana asking, "don't think I've seen your face around here." The Kro Varian was out of her element, shy and wanted nothing but to leave, but something about the woman that sat next to her made her stay. There was drinking and cards being played, until one of the men at the table seemed to have recognized Ishana. It was clear they didn't like her very much and in an attempt to get herself out of trouble the pilot did something that, looking back, turned out to be something that would turn into reality.

The train of thought was interrupted as the Balmorran continued speaking. She couldn't help but smile as she looked at her face. It was out of the blue, completely in contrast with what was happening around them, and it was the epitome of who Ishana was. And to be frank, Kaalia wouldn't have wanted it any other way, apart from the injuries. Life never went as expected, but in this case that was only a good thing. "Miala, you just made me the happiest woman in the galaxy." She leaned in for another kiss for good measure. "Remember when we first met, in The Jumping Rocket? I still remember you tried to convince a group of angry drunk men that I was your wife." The memory of that moment was in the forefront of her mind. "Fellas, fellas listen I know Bassadro brings up a lot of bad memories, but would you really hurt a girl and her wife?"

"Miala, you should've told me you can look into the future."

Asmus Janes · Jun 9, 2017

Allies: [member=Adder] [member="Loske Matson"] [member=Abel] [member="Tela Uolmi"]
Enemies: [member="sara lee jones "] [member="Aran Piett"]
Location: Upper Cloud City, near plaza
Objective: Clear space around Cloud City. Escort U-Wings

The sound of the cannon shook the ship as it opened up. The TIE fighter danced back across the centreline, but it could not dart quicker than Asmus and Tela could put it back in their sights. The cannon spat a stream of energy that nearly cut the TIE fighter in two. Out above open clouds Asmus even gave a slight nudge to ensure it vaporised the cockpit. Having just hear what awaited any pilot in those clouds below it was better to suffer a quick death. There was nothing within those clouds except pressure that built and built until it crushed the pilot’s suit and killed them slowly.

“I do believe that Wraith Seven just called us slow,” Asmus remarked. “And at her age as well…” he tacked on quite clearly across the squadron channel.

“That battlecruiser is leaving its position!”

Asmus confirmed Chad’s call on his instruments. The wedge-shaped vessel was burning hard to

“Command, battlecruiser is gaining altitude rapidly. It was carrying out evacuation so I assume leaving the system. Taking that back, she’s powering up weapons and relaunching fighters!”

“Enemy squadron holding position.”

“Continue to engage!” Asmus ordered. He pulled a rapid turn by pushing reverse thrust through the port engines and picked out a new target, dropping his nose to avoid the run of another TIE fighter. He aimed his nose at the vessel of Lee Jones.

“Tela, get missile lock!” Asmus called back. He had one homing concussion missile left to use in the engagement.

Jamie Pyne · Jun 9, 2017

Allies: [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: None Presently
Location: Hoth Atmosphere - Aboard Stealth Ship

"It wasn't the plan." The extent she was willing to go to argue with Aela was much less than typical. Every inch of her body was exhausted, cold, and covered in dirt, sweat, and grime. Her need and desire to both rest and shower were on par with one another. The muscles in her back were terribly strained, bruises covered her body just about everywhere. Her hair, oh gosh, her hair! The tattered, impromptu cut looked awful. Even filthy as it were, it was obvious what Castor had done to her back on Mustafar. The coat that was draped over her shoulders felt heavy all on its' own, already aching joints protested its' weight, but the warmth it provided felt incredible.

As the girl was sat down the first thing she did was lay her head against the back of the cushion and exhale a deep breath of relief. Aela's prodding questions immediately followed, though at least they were ones of concern, and not moderate interrogation, unlike what she had been subjected to over the past few days. Granted the Ren could have treated her worse, they were still not quite what she would consider friendly captors. She'd seen Sieger, the leader of their Order, in the flesh. He terrified her beyond belief. Not because of any imposing figure or stature, but because of his demeanor and determined focus of his beliefs, and how his mind worked. Brief as their meeting was, she had gained insight as to how he, and by extension, the Ren operated.

"But thank you for saving me, again. I love you."

Jamie leaned her head back down, looking to Aela with genuine glee to see her, even through the aches and pains of her battered body. A small smile formed at the edges of her cheeks, and a bit of tearful laughter followed. In truth Jamie had expected that she would not be freed by the Ren. Not after what they'd done. Ignoring Aela's questions at first Jamie remembered what they had done back on the surface, while she was captive. "Sieger, their leader, he sent a blood sample of mine to Naboo and the Alliance! He tampered a conversation we had in an attempt to fool the alliance! I need to make sure they know that was tampered!"

Aela Talith · Jun 9, 2017

Location: Hoth Orbit
Objective: Talk Sternly to Padawan
Allies: [member="Jamie Pyne"]
Enemies: space
Ship: The Sneaky McSneakyface

Aela shook her head.

”They know.” Well they had suspected anyway. The Alliance wasnr dumb enough to believe propoganda pushed through by an enemy state from a captured prisoner of war. That would have been utterly silly. She shifted slightly and pulled the coat a bit tighter around Jamie, wanting to make sure that Jamie would actually warm herself up.

”You can send your parents a message once were in hyperspace.” The ship shook as they burned through Hoths atmosphere. ”They know I cam for you.”

She had sent them a message before her departure, promising that she would return their daughter to them alive and well.

”It just has to wait until we're away.” She felt that odd sort of lurch in her stomach as they entered Hoths orbit, her lips turning to a frown for a moment as she adjusted herself to the fact that they were once again in space. She knew that the Sneaky Mcsneakyface would immediately turn and shift away from the fleet above Hoth, avoiding the armadas and heading directly towards the edge of the system.

Her eyes were on Jamie however, concern still floating in her gaze.

”Relax.” She told her padawan. ”Take a breath.

Dante Sotari · Jun 9, 2017

Allies: [member="Arcana Altana"]
Enemies: GA
In Scene: [member="Rusty"]

She had resisted for a second, struggling ever so slightly at the feeling of strange hands in the distance (everything was tunneled, so far away, so heavy). Not because she thought he was going to hurt her, but because she knew, somewhere in the back of her head, that uncovering Arcana would be a death sentence for her friend.

Kira stopped, however, compliant (or simply with blood pressure too low to allow anything stronger than a mild and distant interest to bleed through) when it became obvious he was going to help her friend.

Time moved strangely at that point. Bits and snippets of words coming through the fugue. A slice of pain but oh so distant that it could barely be parsed as danger. A flash of red against the stark white of the snow and sky.

She didn't say anything to the man that worked so fevered over them. No argument, no thanks. Just watched him with distant blue eyes. It wasn't personal. The winged Ren was simply too deep into her injuries to be able to offer anything in return in those moments.

At some point, she finally, blissfully, slipped into unconsciousness. Perhaps it was the warm bacta, perhaps the painkillers- whatever it was, it would be some time before the S'kytri awoke again.

Away from Hoth, but alive.

Xandyr · Jun 9, 2017

Name	Class	Shields	Status	Squadrons
ANS Viperous	Custom MC60 Cruiser	30 (attempting to recycle molecular shields)	Targeting	N/A
ANS Dauntless	Peregrine	100	Flanking Viperous (port)	2 Squadron Sprite-class X-Wing, 1 Squadron K-Wing, 1 Squadron D-Wing
ANS Shriek	Strike	0	Destroyed	2 Squadron Dauntless class, 4 U-Wing gunships, 2 Inimica class gunships
Epsis	Subversion	100	Firing on Katar	Wraith Squadron, 1 Squadron Cloaked U-Wings
Subversion	Subversion	100	Firing on Katar	Spectre Squadron, 1 Squadron U-Wing Gunships

Sprite X-Wing
Dauntless class X-Wing
K-Wing Aerofortress
D-Wing Fast Bomber
U-Wing anti-fighter gunship
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"2 Squadrons OS-G2 Knights
Two Inimica-class Gunships"

Allies: [member="Raze Lyter"]
Objective: Hold Bespin orbit
Enemies: [member="Aran Piett"] [member="Hogrum Veed"]

It was happening again. Vilin could see it all being laid out before him once more. His reputation had forever been marred by one single act. One single act that had been exactly by the book. He had turned in a senior officer for incompetence, gathering the evidence and having him dismissed. In the military that had led to his reputation as a man without loyalty. It was true he lacked empathy. Perhaps he might have been called mildly sociopathic if there was such a thing. Right now he could see it all happening again, laid bare before him. They had given his command the name Viperous as an insult for his actions. If he turned in Lyter would they find an even stronger term for his next ship?

“Those fighters...they’re…”

“I know,” Vilin snapped. His logical mind accelerated through possibilities. Conventions decreed that ships had to assist in rescuing lifeboats from a shipwreck, but technically this wasn’t a shipwreck. Their vessel was still firing and they had not activated their evacuation beacon. However an argument could perhaps be raised that Lyter could not categorically state that those ships were not medical evacuations. Vilin felt little remorse for the victims, but he could see this from the perspective most would take. This wasn’t acceptable. He rolled his cane along the side of his thigh. The lame leg was being subjected to numerous shooting pains.

A sudden flare forced the view screen to polarise more completely. Vilin shielded his eyes and turned to see the form of the Shriek breaking into multiple pieces. He could see boarding pods in the detritus. His own vessel shook at the formation of corvettes continued to fire.

“Shields continuing to falter sir. We can't take this and attempt to engage that cruiser!”

Vilin stood. The tip of his cane slammed into the floor with enough force that the cracked echoed off distant bulkheads. Silence fell for a second before everyone continued their duties. Now was the time to take control.

“Broadcast to Lyter’s squadrons and remind those men that they may be held accountable for their actions regardless of their orders. I don’t care if that is true or not. Suggest to Lyter that he tells them to focus on those damn frigates instead.” He eyed the rough positions of the corvettes on his display.

“Dumbfire a disruptor torpedo in that direction and detonate it as close as possible. Order the Subversion class vessels to stay out of range of that battlecruiser, keep firing and provide use accurate positioning if possible down a narrow bandwidth point to point channel, continue frequency hopping. Adjust our sensors to the signature of the disruptor detonation.”

“Yes sir!”

He watched the stealth frigates maneuver away from the ponderous resurgent class and the blue streak of his missile firing. Then it went off as they received some data from the Subversion and Epsis. Those three blurs became dots.

“There you are!” Vilin growled. “Fire energy syphon cannons and turbolasers across all three vessels. Best aim!” The energy siphon cannons would hit hard if they connected and drain some of the enemy shields to try and recycle their molecular shielding that had faltered.

“And as for you…” Vilin murmured, turning to face the silhouette of the Resurgent class. “Give me an open channel and try and cut through as much static as possible. Make the message text if you have to. Damn well get on the hull and make it flag signals if you fething have to but get it done.”

Aran Piett said:
"Understood, continue with the general alarm." Aran turns to Sara "Get Sabre squadron in the air, I want you running a screen for the U-Wings, Assault Landers, and my Command Shuttle while they pick up the civilians." Turning around to the rest of the hanger, "Launch all fighters and transports. Transports you will get landing zone data from the Bespin Wing Guard, I want the Assault Landers, and U-Wing making full trips back and forth, understood Colonel Eversman?

Aran Piett said:
The transport craft started to return with the first load of civilians. Once they unloaded the civilians they would be loaded with more troopers and sent back.

Aran Piett said:
Numbers were slowly trickling in with the evacuation, so far it was about 35% complete. It was still no where near where Aran would like it but alas it would have to do. As for the deployment of the 5th Legion, that was complete at this point, so the transports would just be ferrying civilians from this point on.

“Resurgent-class battlecruiser. We have marked you as non-combat as you were witnessed evacuating civilians onto your vessel. I cannot return fire. Disengage and remove all evacuees from your vessel before returning to the conflict.” Vilin paused for a second, then his tone lowered. A personal message for her captain. “You know that otherwise you’re using them as sentient shields you damn coward.”

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