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

[Tela Uolmi]

Objective: Pew Pew Pew
Location: Thunder, riding second, above Cloud City
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Adder"] [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Abel"]
Enemies: [member="Sara Lee Jones"], and other First Order Karkers

Where there was a TIE a moment before, there was nothing. Below that space, the remains dropped through the clouds and out of sight.

"Pfft. Sounds like she needs her mouth washed out," Tela grinned, taunting over the channel, "you kiss your mom with that filthy tongue, Seven?"

If there was any response, it was cut short or drowned out by the eruption of news. Chatter spoke to this dance being far from over, and the redhead was far from disappointed to hear it.

"You got it, boss!" A split-second check had Lee Jones centred in sights, the other half of that second gained them a lock. "Lock attained."

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Location: Unknown Ship, Somewhere
Objective: Things my heart used to know, Things it yearns to remember
Allies: [member="Bryce Bantam"] | @FO
Enemies: @GA
Gear: Vibroblade, SE-44C Blaster Pistol, Personal Armor (in sig)

Theme:

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2YF34XlfzU[/youtube]​

Everything came rushing back as emerald eyes ringed in crimson and gold snapped open, the world flooding with light.

Blinding.

Where was she?

Was this death? Or was that the darkness?

Lights swam before her eyes, slowly receding to the edges of her awareness, the metal and neon of a ceiling slowly coming into focus as she blinked rapidly, her body fighting for control. Fire burned through her lungs with every motion, the muscles protesting the activity after so long of a rest. Sound failed to filter through her watery prison, the only noise the steady and deep pounding of her heart.

Vision still swimming, she fought to move, her head floating to a neutral position, eyes glassy through the distorted field of vision. A flash of red hair crossed in front of her, eyes widening as memories surged.

Hilikarn Incineration Plant


Darkness closed around her, filled with screams, sobs, tears. Voices echoed in her head, sentiments and phrases that meant nothing to her, meaning lost as she floated, peace surrounding. Something, or someone, called to her, pulling her back, away from the nothingness and towards…what?

What was there?

Pain. The pain of her wounds. The pain of loss. The pain of anger. Nothing but pain.

There it was again, a voice, yelling at her to fight. To push through. She had fought. For far too long she had fought, suffered, persevered. And now, now she had died for that cause. In search of freedom, power, order, she’d given everything. Lost everything.

No.

She wouldn’t return. The darkness, it was a void. It grated on her, too much…lack of movement. Lack of sound. Lack of life.

But it was better than what she had.

Wasn’t it?

Another beckoning joined the fray. This one different. Not a voice or a presence, not a person, a soul connected. This one was power. Pure power. Born from the darkness that was Dagobah. Forged in the heat of Mustafar. One poignant point of crimson in a sea of black.

Weak.​

Jerking back as if struck, her spirit recoiled from the word, the disgust, the disgraced that rolled through her prison.

Death becomes you.​

Instinctually, anger rose from the depths, the emotion empty, no feeling or warmth flooding through as it engulfed her. The dead couldn’t feel. She couldn’t feel.

You could have been more.​

Impressions flashed through her mind, memories and possibilities mixing.

A ball swirled around her, friends, past and present, flashing by in a swirl of color. Her wounds and scars disappeared into nothing as she closed her fingers around a proffered hand, swept away in a swirl of color and movement. Eyes flashing to each visage as it passed, never settling on one.

Smiling up at the man in front of her, she danced, feet moving in time with the silence in a rhythm she couldn’t recognize but her spectral partner did. Her palms felt nothing from his, no heat, no slight sheen of sweat, not even the light pulsing of blood beneath skin. What should have been a rush of joy was emptiness, the scene, the people, nothing touching or affecting her, as she waltzed, lost in an endless dance of nothing.

But you would stay here. From fear. Weak.​

A flash of emotion touch her gut, gone as quickly as it came. Anger? Resentment? How dare the crystal, imbued with her own power, her own life force, cast its scorn upon her. Hadn’t she earned peace? Hadn’t she given everything for everyone else?

What was there left? A powerless existence devoid of purpose or meaning? Cannon fodder for anyone who wished. She was lost, trapped again in the image of a socialite striving for survival in lying smiles, meaningless compliments, and endless glasses of champagne.

They made you strong. I made you strong.​

In an instant, the ball disappeared, swallowed up in that unending pit of black, the crimson light fading.

And you gave it up.​

No. It had been stolen from her. Forcefully taken in a blast of light and power.

Then take it back.​

The rush of voices and emotions flooded back, this time the words slowly making sense. Pain, panic, and peace flowing from them as she swam her way back to the surface.

A rush of fire across her cheek as her consciousness returned, every fiber of her being following shortly behind, ice encasing her limbs, lungs, and nerves. Without thought, her arm snapped up, palm colliding with the solid but malleable flesh of the person hovering over her, red hair coming into view as she opened her eyes…

Bacta Tank, Medical bay, Zero


The images slipped away, her gut chilled from the reminder of the pure nothingness of death, fear starting to seize within before she pushed it back. She hadn’t come back to fear death.

Her arm lifted, palm and fingers splayed against the glass as she pounded against the tank, once, hard enough to alert the other occupants of the medical bay.

Why had she come back?

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Allies: [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: None
Location: Space

"Ohhhhh thank Shiraya!" Her head fell back once more, eyes closing briefly. "That's good." The political repercussions for something like that going unchecked could have been extremely detrimental between the relations of Naboo and the Alliance. Knowing that she could breathe a bit easier now. Her heart rate was finally beginning to lower, the adrenaline coursing through her body throughout her escape finally subsiding. The realization that she was safe was revitalizing. Surely Aela would have a lot of questions as to what happened on Mustafar, Hoth, and in between, Jamie just hoped they would come after she had seen a medical professional and gotten to eat something.

"Yes, regarding your earlier questions. A medic and food would be wonderful."

Not only would she like to ensure her wounds healed as best they could, she also wanted to ensure that nothing had been done to her while she was unconscious during the trip from Mustafar to Hoth. A tracking device, or something else, as unlikely as it may have been, could have been put on her without her knowledge. Jamie wanted a full analysis from head to toe before she returned home.

 

[Leos Palle]

Allies: [member="Vilin"] | [member="Relit Vandal"]
Enemies: [member="Aran Piett"] | [member="Hogrum Veed"]
Objective: Survive
Fleet:

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Trimiran Star Defender ANS Temperance - Shields 5% | Hull 68%
Horn-class Escort Cruiser ANS Stormhawk
Nebulon B7 Escort Frigate ANS Vitality
Telum-class Frigate ANS Nest

Fighters (all were carried aboard the larger vessels):
27 OS-G2 Knights
8 OS-I2 Inquisitors
9 OS-B1-C Avengers
12 OS-G3 Paladins
4 Inimica Gunships

The enemy ship was closing on them. Dangerously close despite having it's hull shredded and pounded by the Trimiran. Enemy vessels were firing on their rear and it seemed the Tractors were having little effect even though they weren't trying to stop the enemy destroyer, just alter it's trajectory. Their engines should have been up to snuff for such a task, but it seemed that it was not to be.

"Focus the ion cannons on its bridge!"

Ion fire was redirected towards the exposed bridge. If they couldn't use their controls the ship would be dead in the water, even though at this point it was going to hit them regardless. At least they wouldn't all be killed and the Trimiran would still be able to fight.

"Sir, the Commodore is countermanding your orders to the fighters." There was a not of relief in the Lieutenants voice.

"Did they destroy any of the pods?

"Yes, sir, but many had already been retrieved and the remaining are dangerously close to those anti-fighter corvettes."

Hmm. Despite the impending collision he still had to give thought to his other vessels. Other crews and pilots were relying on his orders. Some of his people were about to die, which made him extremely angry, but he would get his payback in short notice. He had a plan for it all now, if he could relay it all in time.

"Have the G3's fire their missiles on the two corvettes and knock them out of the action. Redirect the remaining fighters to fire on their lead frigate, focusing on the engines. Have Nest, Vitality and Stormhawk refocus their attention on the newcomers. Figure out who is transmitting the missile jamming signal and focus fire on that ship."

"Yes, sir."

The rest of the crew was mostly doing their work, but some were staring in horror as the Victory X drew closer and closer despite their reverse thrust.

"Helm, raise fifty, forward full."

"But, sir, we'll-"

"I'm aware. Just do it."

The ship lurched forward into a rise, moving to meet the Star Destroyer that was bearing down on them.

"All hands brace for impact! For those who are about to die, may space embrace you with gentle hands and speed you to infinity with peace."

At that, the ship lurched. The lower half of the vessel slammed into the broken and battered hulk of the Victory X, ripping the bottom half of the forward protrusion free of the ship, sending many of his crew into the afterlife. There hadn't been time to abandon those decks, his gamble with the tractor beams having failed, and for that he would have further reason to hate the First Order beyond what they had done to his pirate friends. Numerous lives were ended and with them went a significant portion of the ships firepower.

Meanwhile, in the fighter battle, the G3s sprinted in and fired full salvos of MESG-1's at the anti-starfighter corvettes. At their range from the jamming vessels, the missiles would be unhindered as they honed in on bridges and engines, just as the G3 pilots were trained to focus on when engaging enemy capital craft. The remaining fighters turned on the lead frigate, firing salvos of ordnance, the Inimicas hitting with all they had too, then they'd break off to deal with enemy fighters, assisting each other where needed.

War is never easy. It is not clean cut, or gentle. It is brutal, bloody, and always based on ideology. What some fail to realize is that ideology cannot be beaten by bartering or playing nice. If you don't kill the source of the ideology, in its entirety, it will keep coming back. Sometimes that means you have to do the immoral thing. Sometimes it means you have to lose people. It is, however, the only way to attain victory.

-Admiral Raze Lyter, GADF

 

[Aela Talith]

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

Aela gave her padawan a curt nod. From the looks of it Jamie hadn't exactly been tortured, at least from what Aela could make out. There were no burn marks, no cuts, nothing of the sort, but then again there hadn't been any with Vrak either the Jedi Master frowned for a moment and then slowly stood.

”Ill go grab the Medic.” She said as she turned, then looked back for just half a second. ”And some food.”

Which was just as important.

The Jedi Master went off and quickly found the doctor that they had brought along, telling the man that her padawan needed a quick once over and also asking what food would be good to give her. The doctor answered with a short nod and some mentions of anything that wasnt a popsicle.

As they spoke Aela felt that odd lurch, the ship jumping into hyperspace.

”Here.” Aela said as she stepped back into the small room she had left Jamie In earlier, holding a small tray with an array of food.

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

Allies-first order [member="Aran Piett"]
Enemies-GA [member="Tela Uolmi"] [member="Adder"]
Bespin
Obj-survive

It happened so fast one could barely notice, but to the trained pilots of sabre....one watched as soon as Sara got locked on she was a flurry of movement the ties breaking up to engage the enemy

Sara on the other hand had two on her, bolt two was pulling up the rear behind the enemy and started firing, trying to be careful not to hit Sara up front. But with one on her tail she took a couple hits from both taking damage to o the shielding causing her to rock a bit as she throttle up fully to get out of range hopefully

there all over me bolt 3 try and see if you can't get them from the side give me some breathing room

She said as she rolled to dodge, meanwhile bolt 3 came zooming from the side releasing a fury of shots aimed straight for their side in a hope to make them break of the lead

Meanwhile the other squad mates regrouped and was on after, one went down in a fiery flame to be never seen again down below in a tomb of clouds and metal. Bolt 4 was on adders six and started firing hoping to do something

 

[HK-36]

Location: Crash landing in the snow dunes, last HK post

Allegiances: GA, Tagged Throughout The Post

Enemies: FO, Tagged Throughout The Post

Equipment:

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• Eldritch Phrik Vessel
• VT Biot Armor
• Gauntlets of Gravitational Mastery
• Mechanical Dragon Mount
• Balls of DUST
• Grappling Gun
• Spear of Rae
• Baton of Ember
• The Black Staff of Power
• 2x Magnetic Revolvers
• Neuranium Pellets Ammunition
• Chameleon Cloak
• The Sliver of Light- Lightsaber
• Anti-Force User Grenades
• 3x Generic Lightsaber (Green, Blue, Violet)

Forces:

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Currently Under HK's Command

• Few Squadrons of Mechanical Dragons (3 droids per squadron)
• Multiple Squadrons of Wyvern Drones (12 drones per squadron)
• Few Squadrons of piloted Wyvern Drones (12 drones per squadron) pilots using Iron Legionnaire vessels, equipped with Magnetic Revolvers and light Defense Power Armor
• Multiple Swarms of Squid Buzz Drones (60 drones per swarm)

Deploying But Waiting For HK's Command

• 4 x Greycloak Honor Guards, equipped with Spears of Rae, Magnetic Bowcasters, Magnetic Revolvers, Electro Cestus, VT Biot Armor, generic lightsabers (Blue), Abregado Combat Shields, DUST, Chameleon Cloaks
• Multiple Phalanxes (60 drones each) of Infantry Drones equipped with Blast Staves, MK 3 Bolters, and SR-2 Magnetic Repeaters
• Some Hover Spider Transport Squadrons (2 per squadron), half in anti-armor MD-1 configuration, half utilizing light Aspis shield generators and anti-infantry RC-2
• Some Magladroth Dwarf Walkers, piloted by Iron Legionnaire droids, armed with large Electro Cestus and MD-1 mass drivers
• Multiple Mobile Barricades
• Some Iron Legionnaire riders mounted on Nocur clad in Battle Barding, armed with RC-2 mounted on their backs
• Some Iron Company Squads (10 troops per squad), of organic and Iron Legionnaire droid soldiers, clad in heavy Defense Power Armor, armed in various weaponry including Spears of Rae, Electro Cestus, Magnetic Revolvers, MK 3 Bolters, MD-1 Handheld Mass Drivers, SR-1 Shattergun Rifles, SR-2 Magnetic Repeaters, RC-2 Magnetic Miniguns
• Various Mobile Weapon Platform droids, multiple Light Models with RC-1 and MD-1, some Medium Models with RC-1 in anti-air configuration, and few Heavy Models with MD-1 anti-armor configuration
• Some Scorpion Drone Squadrons (6 per squadron)
• Few additional Squid Drone Swarms (60 drones per swarm) tasked with repair duties
• The Knight Of The Eclipse Stealth Transport piloted by a Greycloak

[member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Shaydae Desmaris"],


The missile from one of Shaydae's troops exploded against the TIE's solar wing, sending the fighter spinning immediately as the panel was ripped out in a shower of shrapnel, detaching from the rest of the structure and the machine begun to plummet down towards the surface. Within the TIE's cracked open cockpit there was chaos as loose equipment and the two beings inside were thrown about from the sudden force of the explosion yanking their starcraft aside. Tumbling as if they were in a washing machine turned to extreme HK tried to stabilize himself after hitting the walls few times, the pilot was a bit more successful, smashing his back against a panel before gripping the controls.

"If I'll adjust the compensators and calculate in the thrust I can stabilize it!"

He proclaimed to his enemy sharing the ruinous confines of a sinking starfighter,

"No time!"

HK replied instead as he planted his feet on the back wall of the cockpit, folding them up at his knees as he aimed himself out the ship before straightening them up in a power frog-like leap, propelling himself towards the pilot he would grab the black armored man before his jetpacks activated and they were flung out together by the machine out of the falling TIE fighter.


The whoosh of air and screaming of the damaged fighter would overwhelm them as they found themselves falling through the clouds and the freezing cold air of Hoth. HK adjusted himself, angling his legs down to engage the rocket boots and slow them down as he held the FO pilot in his arms. The TIE fighter flew off towards the ground with a plum of smoke trailing it until it crashed with fiery explosion against the white barren surface in the distance beneath them. As they fell still the ruined Outpost and the other forces they were fighting above once were somewhere off in the distance, the missile impact knocking them fairly off course. The ground below them grew larger with each second as HK tried to slow down their descent still, the combined weight of the two of them not making the job easy. Also he was still holding that large black staff, at this point really committed to it.

Finally the ground was just few meters away and they smashed against it, touching down with a roll to minimize the impact the two of them were thrown apart, breaking their previous life-saving embrace.

"Another smooth landing."

HK quipped from a small pile of fluffy snow he ended up diving into face-first, pushing himself up and shaking the white powder off of him. He looked towards the FO pilot, the man sitting up in a small trench he carved out with his body in the snow as he slid out on his back against the cold surface during the landing, making a sort of elongated snow angel. He pushed himself up to stand as well and HK realized then, he was really saving the man for no reason, after all there was still battle to be fought and the two of them were from opposing sides.

Without another word the droid's hand moved to his other holstered magnetic revolver, grabbing the weapon from its sheath and raising it up to aim at the pilot. A shot rung out and a blaster bolt traveled through the air, it seemed that the pilot had some impressive reflexes of his own as he managed to pull his own sidearm out faster and shot towards the droid, hitting his magnetic revolver in the barrel and causing the weapon to fly out of the droid's hand, landing in some pile of snow with a sizzle.

"Alright, here's how it's going to go down, I'm going to call in evac and we'll slap a restraining bolt on you and then-"

The pilot begun to make a list of demands, with his pistol still aimed at the droid as HK suddenly made a gesture with his now free hand and his grav gauntlets activated, throwing out an anomaly that ripped the pilot's own pistol from his hand, raising it up into the air, levitating above them as he moved and folded his fingers in a sequence before closing the hand in a fist. Various parts flew out from the blaster pistol, droid disassembling it telekinetically before nothing but the plasma clip remained, the rest only a small pile of parts in the snow. The clip was then crushed above them, resulting in a small colorful explosion of plasma and tibanna being freed and ignited all at once.

The pilot looked down from the spectacle at the droid, HK looked back to him,

"So... truce?"

"Sure, alright."

The droid shrugged before turning towards the direction of distant ongoing battle and the ruins of the Outpost, sending out a silent transmission to his mechanical dragon to summon the beast. The pilot moved in next to the droid and the two of them begun to walk off together towards the frozen wasteland,

"What now?"

The soldier asked, HK shrugged slightly,

"I summoned one of my droids for pickup, once he gets here we will drop you off by closest FO position and then go off to continue with the battle."

"Aren't you supposed to take me prisoner?"

"Or kill you, my staff can melt tanks, with one gesture I can turn your brain into a pebble, and I have blaster cannons hidden in my arse. But you are neither a Force User not an officer. You are just another soldier doing your job, following your orders, fulfilling your programming. I cannot condemn you for doing your duty, even if I captured you I would release you anyway after the battle."

"I was not progra-"

"Either way,"

HK interrupted the man before he could voice his displeasure at the droid's claim that the soldier was programmed, not really wanting to get into that debate about indoctrination and propaganda right now,

"In the end you are fighting for someone who is willing to destroy their own position and kill their own soldiers in the process to try and achieve victory, whereas my side seems to value the lives of your brethren more than your own superiors do."

Actually HK didn't knew whether any FO personnel died as result of the explosion Rexus triggered, or even how close it was to the Outpost, as they seen it as it went off from the air and very briefly, not really able to see the extend of the damage, as far as they knew it was in the same general area, the rest were assumptions,

"Whether you like it or not, the people you fight for are the bad guys, and I am one of the good guys."

Before the battle was over HK would probably end up vaporizing or burning alive at least a platoon worth of random enemy soldiers from the back of his droid draconic steed.

The pilot did not say anything back, the two of them simply kept wandering off into the wasteland in the direction of the battle as HK murmured to himself,

"Where is that bloody lumbering beast?"



Meanwhile, on the Mechanical Dragon's end,

The wounded machine stretched his damaged wing, slowly being pieced together over time by the squid drones clinging to him just as he received the transmission from HK about pickup, it stomped around in the snow a bit, doing a little dance at the displeasure of being dragged down to the snowy floor by the Force, kicking up some white powder in the air, before it propelled itself upwards once more with a burst of repuslorlifts and its thrusters.

And so, damaged and wounded, the mechanical dragon flew off in the direction of stranded droid commander and his temporary FO companion, barely flying straight as the damaged wing was only kept somewhat functional thanks to the field repairs by the drones.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

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LOCATION: CALRISIAN PLAZA​

EQUIPMENT: IN BIO​

ALLIES: GA, WHEREVER THEY ARE​

ENEMIES: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], FO​

Ghorua definitely hadn't expected Samka to climb on top of him. She scampered up his girth, and he could do little about it. She was a little too fast for him to swat away, a little to small to ward off easily. If he lived to fight another day, he would have to install point-defense systems on his armor.

Then came a shower that was less than pleasant.

Cascading bolts of blue washed over the pair from above, conjured from whatever dark mind Sam possessed. Ghorua grit his teeth, the waves of pain emitting from the being clinging onto him. It had less of an effect on Ghorua and his gear, because of the protective energies of his bracelets, but it was still Force Lightning from a powerful Force User.

One couldn't easily shake that off.

At the same time, Ghorua's armor began to short-circuit, sparks coming from the various joints, and Ghorua suddenly felt heavier. His weight-bearing joints had failed, but the bubble around them still stood, and the gas still clung to the air heavily.

And Ms. Derith spoke, expending her precious air reserves.

Despite his pain, and the Blood Frenzy aching to be free, Ghorua found a grimacing smile. The mercenary outside worked at cutting a fighter-grade shield with a knife, and Samka's options were slowly draining away. Her fighting style was fast-paced and explosive. Therefore, she needed lots of air, something that had become nigh-impossible for her.

Despite his various wounds and abrasions, he had not dealt a single blow to Samka. He aimed to change that.

With a sudden surge of energy, Ghorua's hands came up, powerfully trying to grab and throw the Knight of Ren against the hard shell of the bubble, and as far away from him as possible.

What a strange situation, he thought to himself, pushing back his anger. Me? Trying to keep distance?

This was possibly the most difficult fight Ghorua had ever been a part of. Not because Samka and Alkor was his most powerful enemies, although they was up there. It was that he refused to use lethal force. But how the battle had gone so far...

He wasn't sure he could stick to that.

 

[Asmus Janes]

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


“Yes, yes, I see it!” Asmus shouted before Tela could point out that a TIE was screeching in towards their flank. He judged the throttle forwards to try and force them to turn in to keep on them.

“Adder, I've got a bogey come in hot! I'll shake off the run, you intercept and destroy. Tela, hang on to something.”

This wasn't really a maneuver for atmospheric flight. His craft was one of the most agile ships ever deployed when she was in a vacuum due to the placement of the bidirectional fixed s-foils. “Well, you can't do this,” he murmured to the pilot intercepting him.

Asmus reverse all thrust, engines spewing bright blue streaks ahead of them. His ship decelerated rapidly, inside the angle of attack. Green lasers lanced across his view and scraped his shields, but at least they were in tact. As the TIE went past and overshot hopefully to meet its doom at Adder's hands he accelerated once more.

Tela still had lock on their target and a homing concussion missile in the tubes.

“Fire on them!” He called back.

 

[Chloe Blake]

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B E S P I N
Location: Mining and Tibanna Factory levels
Allies: [member="Makai Dashiell"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]
FIrst Order Peeps that are more than welcomed to come interact with us to halt our plans! [member="DT-317"] [member="Ignatius Rausgeber"] or whoever else that isn't doing anything.

Now that they were moving into the mining and tibanna mining factory level, they had to move fast. Behind her, Chloe gave a slight arch of her brows. It appeared that Mara’s childhood friend was faltering a bit. There had be a few wide eyes and sputters after the Warden had introduced herself, but all in all, Chloe took it in stride. However, with the way that the younger blonde kept stumbling brought a frown of concern upon Chloe’s face.

“Are you okay?” she inquired, nodding towards [member="Rekha Kaarde"] and [member="Makai Dashiell"] to continue on. Maybe they might be able to come across one of the Ugnaught Guilds. They didn’t realize that so much had been affected by @Gabriel Sionama’s earlier interactions. The beep beep of her own datapad was another distraction. It had been the uploaded links sent in from @Adder.

The data revealing what the true purpose of the Hilikan Incineration Plant had been.

Her face drained of blood, blanching. Lips drew thin and a new sense of determination hit her.

“Come on, we need to do what we can.”

Overhead, several reports of fiery debris from the wreckages of the First Order and Alliance ships were echoing throughout several calms. What had perhaps once been a semi orderly evacuation now would surely escalate to panic.

“We got debris flying over head; this isn’t looking good at all.” especially on a station made to hold Tibanna. If there was anything left in storage, then they would need to ensure that it was taken care of and dumped. They didn’t realize that Adder had already done so by reversing the tractor beams that funneled Tibanna into Cloud City earlier.

“We need to see what we can do to mitigate any damage -- if the debris is enough to knock the stabilization tractors… this whole place could potentially blow if it still has Tibanna left.”

Swinging to Kaili, Chloe narrowed her brows.

“Mara said you have a few interesting abilities. What can you do?”

 

[H3xle]

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LOCATION: Ison Corridor
OBJECTIVE: Control the Corridor
ALLIES: [member="zark"], [member="cathul thuku"], [member="silara varis"], [member="maira varan"]Galactic Alliance, Freedom
ENEMIES: [member="achim veers"], [member="carlyle rausgeber"], [member="aedan miles"], [member="t'yr dellos"], First Order, Fascism
UNKNOWN: [member="ashin varanin"]

ENGAGING: [member="carlyle rausgeber"] (with Resolute, Firebird, and Remember Eriadu), [member="achim veers"] (with Argent Dawn) and [member="t'yr dellos"]* (with Ironclad and Stormwall)

*Shall not be handled in this post

FLEET

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ANS Argent Dawn - Hull | Shields (Engaging Achim Veers Nolantia)
PFS Ironclad - Hull | Shields (Engaging T'yr)*
PFS Stormwall - Hull | Shields (Engaging T'yr)*
ANS Resolute - Hull | Shields (Firing at Carlyle's FIV Malice)
ANS Firebird - Hull | Shields (Firing at Carlyle's FIV Malice)
ANS Remember Eriadu - Hull | Shields (Firing at Carlyle's FIV Malice)
ANS Phantom - Hull | Shields (Returned from Zark, Firing at Achim Veers Artillery Ships)

Aboard ANS Phantom

"Hank, we're supposed to relay this information to Admiral Morrow..." Commander Josiah Barrington spoke in a low voice, leaning over to speak to the Captain.

"I know, Joe, but she's busy just now and I don't like leaving those First Order ships unharrassed, let alone unwatched." Captain Henry Harold Hargrove replied. His eyes remained on the data streaming in from passive sensors.

"We'll have to come out of cloak in order to fire..." The executive officer responded.

"Aye, that we will..." Hank replied.

"Captain, they're firing...they've hit Admiral Morrow's flagship, aft quarter, starboard side..." Lieutenant Jonathon Pure reported from one of the sensor monitoring stations.

"Guns, get us a firing solution, all weapons. Have the laser cannon take on the starboard ship along with one tube. The other one will just have to get the second tube." The captain ordered. "Prepare to drop cloak."

"Weapons ready, Captain."

"Drop cloak..."

"Cloak is down, active scanning..."

"Weapons lock refined."

"Fire!!"

Two assault concussion missiles bloomed from the monitor, each missile able to take on a ship significantly larger than the ship that fired it, which had just appeared out of nowhere in front of them, just below the plane of fire from them. A staccato blast from the laser cannon arced out, invisible bolts racing towards the starboard ship.

"Ready the tubes, don't wait for my signal!"

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Aboard ANS Argent Dawn

"We're continuing to take heavy fire, Ma'am." Her chief of staff reported, she nodded and watched the plot.

Another ship had slipped between the Nolantia and the Argent Dawn, giving it's shield strength to the Alliance ship before being destroyed. Instantly, the weapons crew reaffirmed a lock on the Nolantia. Energy siphons targeted and went for a new lock on the enemy ship as the rest of the weapons continued to fire in sequence, still focused on taking out the Nolantia.

The ship rocked suddenly, as the two artillery ships hit.

"Report!" Alexandra ordered, head turning to look at the engineering officer on the flag deck.

"Ma'am, we've sustained minor hull damage to our aft quarter, starboard side. Shields are low, we'll likely start taking more hull damage." The engineer reported. "Damage control crews are en route, estimated no loss of command and control functions."

"Keep me informed, thank you." The Admiral replied, then looked to the sensor officer. "Who fired on us?"

"Two artillery ships, ma'am, from the looks of it. Very heavy long range weaponry."

"Do we have any ships who can respond?"

"No, ma'am, they are all eng..." The officer was about to say they were all engaged, until the Phantom materialized out of nowhere and fired. "...I stand corrected, the ANS Phantom has taken them under fire."

"Ma'am, we are receiving a link from the Phantom." The communications officer reported.

"Open the channel."

"Admiral Morrow, attached to this stream is some data Commodore Zark wished you to have. We were ordered to report it to you via tightbeam, but I ordered us to keep these two under surveillance. I'll take the heat for that." Captain Hargrove spoke first, his tone clipped and efficient.

"Understood, Captain. I won't see you take heat for saving our bacon. Stay alive. Morrow Out."

The image of Captain Hargrove nodded, then faded away. Alexandra looked to the plot.

As the Argent Dawn continued to rain it's heavy fire down upon the Nolantia, the three ships assigned to keep the FIV Malice under fire continued to assault her, no matter how little damage they seemed to do, they knew what they were about.

Actions

Spoiler

1) ANS Phantom fired on the two Artillery Ships
2) ANS Argent Dawn continued to fire on FIV Nolantia
3) ANS Remember Eriadu, Firebird, and Resolute continued to fire on FIV Malice

 

[Tela Uolmi]

Objective: Pew Pew Pew
Location: Thunder, riding second, above Cloud City
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Adder"] [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Abel"]
Enemies: [member="Sara Lee Jones"], and other First Order Karkers

They say 'jump', you say 'how high?', as the saying goes. Boss says 'hold on', and you fething well better, so brace herself against the sides of Thunder she did, palms pressed. Once the manoeuvre was complete, she was hot on the controls again, and thank whatever gods, the Force, whomever your prayers or curses ascended to: they still had a lock.

"Firing," she called back, jabbing the button as she did, to set loose the one homing concussion missile at Lee Jones, "and away."

Tela half-watched as the missile raced for its mark, while keeping an eye for any wiseasses.

"Dodge that," she mouthed.

 

[Shaydae Desmaris]

Location: Hoth - Outpost Veers -Trenches
Objective: Reduce this flying monstrosity to a pile of Bolts and Scrap Metal
Allies: [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="TK-4261 Strain"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Anora Shaw"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Ishana Pavanos"] | [member="Charlotte Miraak"] | [member="Kira Solvani"] | [member="Arcana Altana"]
Freienemy(?): [member="Tobias Wrynn"]
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Naomi Carolina"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Xel"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Isar Kislo"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Tomas Yarrow"] | [member="Rusty"]
Directly Engaging: [member="HK-36"] and forces
Gear: F-11 D Blaster Rifle, SE-44C Blaster Pistol, FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour Snow Variant, Disruptor Pistol, PLX-4 Missile Launcher, Gravity-Activated Mode Guided Missile

Theme:

Spoiler

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLLqdhGDMTs[/youtube]

How long did they traverse the frozen wasteland to the South of Outpost Veers, Des had not the slightest idea. This side of the base had seen little, if any, fighting, the plains a desert of snow and ice.

::Hold positions outside, I doubt we have any threat, but stay alert. Landis, with me.::​

This far away from the nucleus of fighting, all was calm. The distant spattering of gunfire and whirl of mechanical creations could barely reach over the sound of the wind whistling through the ridges, snow kicked up in swirling patterns, erasing the signs of their passing as the continued. The metallic orb loomed above them, three of her Stormtroopers peeling off to take up positions at each tunnel entrance below the body of the weapon, Landis and Stalz stay close on her heels, the latter peeling off to take up sentry where the three tunnels converged.

The few soldiers stationed to protect and man the cannon saluted as she approached, allowing the woman and her companion access to the control room.

Setting herself into the control seat, she quickly keyed in the appropriate codes and security clearances giving her access to the mainframe. Technically, she wasn’t high enough rank to authorize such a move, but all the appropriate officers were otherwise engaged.

Gritting her teeth, her fingers ran over the screens in front of her, visuals and maps popping to the forefront as the mechanical grating of the cannon realigning itself echoed through the chamber. Opening up a quick comm link to all available First Order encrypted channels, she sent out a high priority alert.

::All First Order Personnel, be advised of incoming from the South Ridge, Ion Cannon PX-3456 primed and ready to fire. Target: Alliance airborne droid forces. Staff Sergeant DesMaris Authorizing.::​

When all was said and done it was her commission on the line. Half of her squad was down, the rest, dutifully attending with her. She remembered the aftermath of Skor II, the punishment handed down for approving an orbital bombardment against a civilian sector. This was neither.

Fingers flew across the screen as she keyed in its primary target, the mass of flying droids accompanying the Alliance Forces from above.

::Firing solutions calculated, target locked-in, hostile casualties maximized, collateral damage minimal risk. Prepare to fire. Two shots on my count.::​

Finger posed on the detonation button, she breathed in once, nerves hammering with adrenaline as she waited for the perfect moment, the shot lined up.

3…
2…

1…

Finger pad pressing against the screen, the window of the control room glowing blue as the cannon engaged.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Allies: [member="Shaydae Desmaris"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Torian Pierce"] [member="Ishana Pavanos"] [member="Hatori Ikari"] [member="Pharazon Draken"] @Pierce Fortan III [member="Asharad Graush"]​

Enemies: [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Rusty"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Tomas Yarrow"]​

Directly engaging: [member="Aver Brand"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]​

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https://youtu.be/XIx-8kf_yNI​

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Kyrel stood ready, his connection to the dark side never stronger, he had waited for such a moment to arrive and now at last the duel would begin. He looked at Kerrigan with deadly intent, and so raised his blade, as if he was going to go on the offensive, pure rage filled him. He wanted nothing more then to utterly destroy her, He would, at last, have his revenge, and nothing nor anyone was going to stop him now, but it seems the so called Force goddess looked bored as if she was the embodiment of the Force itself. She looked as if he was nothing more, then an insect on her heel, and he didn't know weather he should laugh at how overconfident she was or pity the witch that stood before him.​

​

He then tried to launch a brutal onslaught with his blade, his fury going in it, and the Qixoni crystal within the saber feeding his power in the Force, he shortened the blade in hopes that it would provide better access to attack her. Nonetheless he would not falter, her would stop her with everything he had.​

​

Then she used the Force, and grabbed him, slowly crushing him, but with Kyrel's Rage he was unmoved by it, it felt as if it was merely a tickle to him, and so stifiled a laugh, but then he was thrown across the air, with the Force, he nudged his direction making him land into a snow pocket with a sickening crash not far. He had gotten up, still feeling rage over Ara's death and at Kerrigan, he would defend the outpost at all costs, he would even give his life if he had to, and so moved back towards their direction ready to attack them again.​

 

[Eugen Aker]

The longer everything goes according to plan, the bigger the impending disaster. ~ The Seventy Maxims of Maximally Effective Mercenaries
​

Location: Anoat Orbit
Objective: Hijack or destroy the Itsukusk and Arkuhn
Allies: First Order and Mando Friends ([member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Nils Brenner"], [member="Aleksander Miles"])
Opposition: Galactic Alliance, soon to be Vanir Technologies ([member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Kamon Vondiranach"], [member="Lucien Studley"] [member="Kiran Vess"])

The Coincheen continued hammering away at the Itsukusk at its rear with its batteries of heavy mass driver cannons and Vulcans. Missiles were still spewing from its Missile Boats, lighting up the space with flashes of light as their found their target. The crew of the supercarrier seemed none too bothered by the attack of the second Alor and its starfighters.

They didn’t seem all too bothered about the frigate speeding their way either, as their focus remained on the Chimera. The frigate’s shields would light up from automatic fire from the supercarrier’s defenses, but the molecular shields of theBuidhe held and absorbed the energy of the incoming bolts empower its own systems. However, it would take direct hits to the bow as it lower its shield in advance of deployment of its disruptor. The destruction of some of its forward emplacements, but nothing crippling.

Moments later, and there would be a disturbance with theItsukusk’s shielding as the Buidhe slipped through. It would begin raising its forward shields again as it let loose on the on the supercarrier with its battery of positron cannons. At that point, it was checkmate. There was few, if any armor systems that could withstand the matter-antimatter reaction. Continuous firing of the Deimos batteries could reduce the supercarrier to slag with little problem, but that’s not was Face wanted.

After some firing try to wreck the dorsal emplacements and armor of the ship, Basalisk riders would begin would begin to stream of the hangers of the Buidhe, aiming to follow up on the initial damage wrought by their mother ship, and try to bore through the ship with their complement of shock rods, which could blow through starship hulls with ease. If or when they created breeches, it would be open season for the Mandalorian boarders and wardroids that lay in wait to claim the ship. Focus of the Basalisks’ charge would be on what was believed to be the bridge section. Other units of riders focused on looping aaround to enter the hangar bays and light up the occupants with laser fire and missles.

A similar event would occur far away from the action as as the Dearg reached the mystery ship (Arkhun) for boarding actions. In due time, the crews of those ships would likely become very distracted by the Mandalorians now blasting holes in their hulls and storming within.

The Kurigin may be down for the count , either temporarily or permanently, but it would only be a small price to pay in exchange for capturing of destroying the Itsukusk. Space stations, even as nice as the Kurigain, were a dime a dozen, with more ready to be immeidately deployed. The command and control functions that it had been built for could already be easily covered by Huginn, which had already started occurring during the course of the battle to great effect. The network had been made to support all of First Order operations the galaxy over. Meanwhile, there was no other ship known with meterage or observed capabilities like the Itsukusk around anymore, not since the last Golden Age of the galaxy.

The First Order would be coming out ahead here. Face really, if she managed to snag the supercarrier for herself without having to destroy it outright.

The mystery ship plinked away at the Coinchenn some more, but the results would be much the same as is it was continuously deploying anti-beam canisters. It then seemed to break off its attack and target the Chimera like the other GA vessels.

“Looks like you lost your fanclub,” Shockley noted as he followed the holofeeds with her generated by the BAC.

“I’m hurt, truly,” she replied sarcastically, raisging her hand over her heart in an act of faux melodrama. “The Alors are tough birds, and I did Miles a favor starting to wipe out those swarms. The Chimera will last until the boarding parties start to affect the performance of the Alliance ships.”

“New contact! It’s...the Kuragin?!”

“The frak!,” Face blurted, straightening up in her seat. She could hardly believe that the First Order would have been dense enough to attempt a hyperspace jump while she had pulsemass mines deployed unless they were feeling suicidal. Though in that moment, she wouldn’t know it had been the agents of SIS and the GADF to make the jump.

Whoever initiated the jump, they would now find themselves in the midst of the Itsukusk and the Chimera with a front row seat to the festivities.

Shew already had comms fired up, about to give Yvarro or whoever was left in command an earful, when the next unthinkable thing happened. The whole erupted just erupted in explosion of epic proportions. All the monitors would momentarily blank out as the sensors behind their renderings and visual feeds were temporarily overloaded. Within moments, they would quickly re-calibrate, just in time to register a high-speed wave of large debris moving their way.

“Drones, defensive fire now!” She barked.

The Fencers would break off from their orbits to reposition themselves to intercept the incoming debris, while Missile Boat pilots peeled out and tried taking evasive maneuvers. There would be a series of micro-explosions as the positron bolts connected with debris to either completely vaporize them or shred them apart into smaller pieces. Many of the large pieces of debris were shot down in this manner, but there would be so much poodoo flying outward that many of her Fencers and drones would be clipped or destroyed.

Past this outer envelope of droid fighters, the Coinchenn’s own point defense system would come alive to put in work at destroying the debris.

Seconds later, debris would rain against the shields of the Coinchenn. The underlying thermal shields held, vaporizing the debris though at significant cost. It was like getting slammed volleys of mass driver rounds.

“Frak, ‘small altercation’ my butt,” Face growled, recalling how Admiral Huber had described events aboard the Kuragin. Now bits of it was flying everywhere across the system.

Fortunately, she had had some time to react to the sudden blast, not being quite so near to it as theItsukusk - and Buidhe right underneath its shields - where pulsemass mines had been deployed right over it (still within the effective range to pull in the station). The Chimera had been pretty close to the epicenter too, as well as all the swarms of fighters deployed by Itsukusk. If there was a silver lining to this, it was that the supercarrier probably would have sustained some heavy hits, and likely had its fighters wiped out in that blast.

That could mean her frigate was gone, too. Already, the mercenary was calculating estimates she was going to drop on the First Order following this battle. With a nice hefty 500% markup. Oh, the life of a mercenary.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RrkzIN2eP0U​

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

Enemies- [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Adder"] Loske @Matson Abel [member="Tela Uolmi"]
Allies-first order [member="Aran Piett"]
Obj-defens The airspace
Position-bespin cloud city

Warning lit up her HUD, she had a missile on her tail! She pulled up over the city as she felt that missile racing towards her. Gravity pulled at her as she let a cry

The missile didn't hit, but the explosion so close knock her power down to barely anything. She was gldimg bow as she let a breath out checking her systems as she tried to keep calm.

Meanwhile bolt two called out over comms

bolt 1 is hit repeat bolt one is hit all fighters keep a bead on her descent

Bolt two then looked at asmus' ship and called on bolt 3 and 4 too charge at them, the inrerveprots like wasps fired and dives at them unrelenting in their attack

Meanwhile Sara could see the city approaching, she sent a quick message to [member="Aran Piett"]....bot know if it would be her last

captain piett this is captain Jones I've been hit and I am about to crash do not head down to the sutrace hold the line up there in giving these guys a fight here

She took a breath, she started pressing buttons shutting things down before she reach for the lever on her side and pulled, the seat ejected out as the fighter gained speed and crashed, her seat descend slowly a ball enveloping it before hitting the ground hard and rolling right to a wall, where she got out blaster drawn...roughed up as she panted looking up at the battle above her...and activated her emergency beacon, and hoped she wouldn't be found

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Hoth[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Sub-Location: Outpost Veers - Improvised Imperial Trenches - Buried in the Snow and Ice[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Relevant FO: First Order & Allies | [member="[/FONT][/SIZE]Shaydae Desmaris"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="TK-4261 Strain"] | [member="Kira Solvani"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]

[SIZE=11pt]Relevant GA: Galactic Alliance & Allies/Affiliates | [/SIZE][member="HK-36"]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Survive.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Personal Equipment: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour - Snowtrooper [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Variant[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] | Military Mobility Shield | T-7 Ion Disruptor Rifle | F-11D Blaster Rifle | Vibro-Bayonet | Combat Knife | SE-44C Blaster Pistol | x2 Coded Thermal Detonators | x2 Physical Concussion Grenades[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]NPC Equipment: [/SIZE](For flavour and reference purposes, like the NPCs themselves), FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour - Snowtrooper Variant| F-11D Blaster Rifles | SE-44C Blaster Pistols | FWMB-10 Repeating Blasters (select troopers) | PLX-1 Portable Missile Launchers (select troopers) | Coded Thermal Detonators | Physical Concussion Grenades

[SIZE=11pt]Post (Included For Ease of Reference): 5[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon closed his eyes and expelled a morose sigh, thankful that he had not left his transmitter, broken as it was, open to let the condemned private hear. He will not survive, you know that, he knows that…[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Pharazon mentally admitted darkly. Opening the comm channel again, this time ensuring that it would remain open, Pharazon forcibly calmed himself and put the firm, assertive quality back into his voice that he used for command. He tried to move again as he calmed himself, but again found it to be futile, he knew he could do nothing for Lazarus, but he was a Stormtrooper under his command, and those bonds meant something to Pharazon, even if most others did not.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I need you to stay calm, Private, I cannot contact Cain or any other troopers either, so we both must stay calm and await assistance, the 13th or other Imperial forces will know where we are and relieve us eventually” he said firmly, trying to project an aura of confidence over the comm channel to the disturbed Private.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You have done your duty, stay still, manage your breathing, keep your transmitter open, and I promise you I will get you home, do you understand, Private?” he continued, hoping that phrasing his statement like a calm reassurance while also an order and promise to keep living that he could at least control Lazarus’ reactions to minimise outbursts of emotions that would expend his remaining oxygen.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He left the channel open, waiting for the Private to respond before saying anything else. It took a few moments, all he could hear panicked and belaboured breathing, though it was calming.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“I… I think I can do that sir… I’m not sure how much air I have left, but it is dropping” the man responded quietly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Checking his helmet systems and displays in the dark void, the only light from his helmet and HUD, Pharazon set up a monitoring program to pick up any allied signal and alert him immediately, before briefly checking his life sign readings. Sighing again, this time in relief, he was pleased to see his levels returning to normal, or at least what constituted normal when one was pumped up on adrenaline and buried in an avalanche. His helmet still stank of vomit, and his limbs were growing stiff, but he could easily survive down here for at least two hours. Before his air began to run out, and he found himself in the same position of Private Lazarus. However, he knew from the Private's tone, that if there was to be any hope of him surviving, he had to keep him calm.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Tell me Lazarus, where are you from? I recognise your accent, but cannot quite place it.” Pharazon asked, tone shifting to a more familiar but still authoritative one.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Private hesitated before laughing meekly. “I’m not surprised sir, there aren’t many Argaians this far in the Galactic South and we are an odd lot.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Ah, Cronese, but still that hint of independence and ruggedness in the accent… Pharazon mused. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]“You are certainly the first Cronese I have met within the First Order, though I do not believe I have ever met an Argaian before. If you do not mind my asking, Lazarus, what brought you into the 13th?”[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] he knew he had to keep him talking. His own curiosity was also in play, however, as Pharazon knew many of the 13th had come to the First Order together and had agreed to serve for a variety of reasons to escape the chaos in the rest of the galaxy or protect their families. A dark part of his heart was angry and jealous of the connection they shared that he was separated from, but he also knew his own arrival in the Order was similar in some ways.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“It wasn’t safe on Argai, or anywhere in the Mandate, what with the war in the core and the chaos on the rim. I couldn’t stay there, we couldn't stay there” he began, growing more calm with each word, though Pharazon could tell he was reliving memories, good and bad.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“My parents are old, sweet and caring as the stars especially given how rough Argai is, I couldn’t leave them alone and run. And my brother and his family, his little twins…”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I protect my family sir even though I am the younger brother… I’ve done things I’m not proud of, but I’ve done what I must. My brother, he’s an artist you see, and his wife a writer, they left Argai for the core, I would never leave them, never abandon them” he continued, emotion flowing freely though also a fierce pride and protecting nature.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I took my parents and gave everything to get off world, more so to catch up with my brother and his family, we linked up and then after running for months found the convoy the rest of the 13th was a part of. These were desperate times, hounded by scum, deserters, running out of food. But we looked after each other”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Then we heard of the Order… growing out in the rim, a chance for peace, a chance for my brother, his wife, their children to grow up, to pursue their passions rather than burn in the anarchic core.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“The Order asked me to serve… and for them… for them I would do anything… sir” he finished, tired, but fiercely proud. Pharazon, could however, hear the tiredness growing in his voice, and notice when he fell out of focus.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You are a good man Lazarus, a good Stormtrooper, we will, we have, shown the Order our worth” he said firmly, reassuringly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon then talked of his own story, edited and filtered with lies and half truths, of course, but [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]nevertheless[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] tried to connect as much as he could with the trooper. They talked for some time, exchanging stories, exploits, what they missed about their homes. Until Pharazon was waiting quite some time between transmissions, hearing only laboured and weak breathing, distant sentences, and a steady decline in the Private’s awareness.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Sir… I can’t...”[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Pharazon heard the trooper weakly [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]wheeze[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. His anger began to rise, his self [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]loathing[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. [/SIZE] I should be able to save him, what use is the force if I cannot even do this?! He began trying to move again. Angry, jerking movements, frustration and desperation arising with each movement as he frantically tried to go to the troopers aid.

[SIZE=11pt]“Hold on Lazarus, I’ll help you, I’ll save you!” There was no response this time, only more choking sounds, horrific gurgling. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]“No! I command you to live!” [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Pharazon roared as he thrashed his body against his armour, inflaming his bruises, pain lanced across his body. And still he thrashed on, emotions previously under control after his panic attack returning, only this time being consumed by rage, helplessness, and overwhelming frustration. On he fought for minutes, but it was in vain. Little by little, he began to receive less and less sound over the comms, less and less breathing, until, finally, it stopped, and there was only silence. Pharazon fell still, and lay there for several more minutes, before he knew it was over.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]I will not die here! I will not fail again! His mind screamed after a time he could not determine. His body again burst into action, though this time, instead of pain, a burning feeling, intense and consuming flowed through his veins, his blood boiled, his mind and vision went red, as he began to dig his was up with his bare hands. Snow that had once been intractable now parted before him, every movement perfect, unstoppable, powerful beyond any experience he had ever had before. On he dug, up and up, dragging his body to the surface, he would not, could not be stopped. His body burned, until he finally broke the surface, white armoured right arm shattering the surface upwards before slamming into the ice to haul his body up. He emerged from the ice like a risen undead, climbing from a frozen tomb.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He dragged himself to the surface and rose to his knees. Quickly he removed his helmet, and threw his head to the sky and roared incoherently, expelling the last remaining power, satisfied, though now empty inside.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He collapsed, and let the dark take him.[/SIZE]

 

[Asmus Janes]

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


“You know… thing about being in combat in a two-seater is that you can hear each other talking to your opponents. Do you think Y-Wing pilots talk less?”

In his early days Asmus wouldn't have talked as easily during a battle. He had seen so much war across so many theatres that he could fly under extreme conditions. Or spend his time chatting if the conditions were favourable.

The missile strikes away and detonated just off his target. Having hit reverse thrust to make the other TIE overshoot his vector asmus had lost some pace on his opponent. Without height or velocity he would always be at a disadvantage if they came back around at him. He put some powers to his repulsors. Worst case he used his craft like a gunship and used his repeating cannon to tear them apart as they came around.

It seemed that wouldn't be necessary. The angle of descent and smoke suggested they were on their way down.

“Tela we've got more coming in around us. I'm going to take us down and build up some more speed to engage them.” This time he didn't say hang on as he dropped his nose and accelerated into the clouds.

 

[Adder]

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

Sabre was fast and agile, like all TIEs. But like all TIEs, they had piss-poor shielding and paper-thin frames.

Tradeoffs.

“That’s right Janes. You’re lagging behind a fething grandma,” lightning-quick like her ship, Adder shot back her retort.

What Wingcom yelled next was her only warning – good thing the Phantom Limb was a shifty bastard. Time to pull her all-time favorite, possible because of the vector thrusters and the sheer lightness of the build: Pugachev’s Cobra.

Or, as the redhead liked to call it, Pugachev’s Adder.

She pitched her nose straight upwards, losing almost all speed in the blink of an eye. Much like what Janes had pulled, Adder’s maneuver would make her attacker overshoot below her and–

BOOM

Two TIEs at high speed, slamming straight into one another.

The drag on the fighter’s rear torqued the nose back down, and Adder let gravity tip her further, dropping below Asmus’ X-wing as he shot overhead.

The Sabre Leader was all alone now, the rest of the squadron eliminated by the aces’ maneuvering and the brutal assault of the Blue Fury gunships.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Bespin
Allies: [member="Jorg"] [member="Elliot Locke"]
Enemies: [member="Irajah Ven"] ;-;
Objective: Getting off from this cloud

He guarded their rear all the way until they came up to their ride home. The only resistance they met were the royal guards, but they were taken care of immediately from Jorg's blaster set to stun. Two guards were remaining and while the Legionnaire didn't take care of them, the Clone would. Canal, too, set his dual blaster pistols to stun and then shot at the guards. They were a possible liability to call in the First Order and place more obstacles for the trio. He had enough obstacles today and just wanted to get this over with.

After stunning the guards, he went aboard the ship and settled himself in a passenger seat.

"Hit it," he said to one of his companions and then the ship began suspending off from the hangar floor before it flew off.