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

[Allyson Locke]

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Location: Space Station Core Location Room > Open Space
Allies: GA, [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Vexen"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Deacon"] [member="Keric Dynt"][member="Ipsy"]
Enemies: FO, [member="Magnus Ren"] [member="Aralu Sar"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] etc
Objective: Survive? Hopefully? Halp!?
Equipment: SI-HD Armor, Multi-Weapon Elite Model tool, a pair of blasters with extra energy cells, Vital Communication Security Monitor First Order Issued (Loot from incapacitated Trooper)

This was a lot harder than she had expected, a headache soon ensued and she wondered if she had pushed herself to a limit she had never reached before. Maybe now she’d be stronger and better – maybe to rival [member="Kaili Talith"] herself. Allyson laughed at the thought, she couldn’t’ hold it any longer and she looked at some of the flicker cams that were showing people launching the last of the escape pods. Everyone was gone all that was left of the living was Allyson Locke herself. She disconnected herself from the station, she felt the life escape from it and it became a dead hunk of metal. A part of her was sad, she remembered the life she felt from the station when she boarded and now there was nothing.

There was an odd emptiness now, the only life she felt was from the suit that adorned her body – the chaotic buzzing that was the heartbeat of the station was gone and in a sense, she mourned for the machine. Blinking any sort of tears from her eyes she laughed aloud. “Kark, I’m starting to sound like Kaili…” Gravity was no longer a thing for the station, so Allyson floated about making sure the charges were set. They weren’t going to cause a huge explosion, but it would be enough to put this beast to rest for the rest of its life until it came crashing down onto the surface of the planet below. Hopefully, she would still be alive for that time and she’d come back and salvage what she could. For now, there was nothing for her to grab or carry it with.

With everything in place, Allyson exited through the weakened doors where the core was ejected. She did little swimming motions until she felt she was far enough from the station. The little explosive charges weren’t enough to cause anything too crazy, maybe a little flash of light that might get noticed by the other ships – but whatever it would do the trick. The station was in the background and she rotated her frame out in open space. The small cylinder in her hand had a red button, her thumb pressed down and the explosions on the inside of the station began to erupt. She felt a pulse from it and it tumbled her weightless from bottom overhead, but she soon stabilized herself before she got too dizzy and threw up inside the suit. The station collapsed within itself and its particles shattering. Allyson sighed and mumbled something about hating space.

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Allyson sat there floating weightless and it finally hit her that she didn’t think of what she was going to do afterwards. Everyone was evacuated, everyone was getting the kark out of dodge, but she was still here and she didn’t know what to do next. Eyes looked at the corner of her HUD and it read roughly 14 minutes of life support and oxygen left. “Merp…” It was all she said, she sent out a distress signal and all she could do was hope for the best. Sighing softly, she lowered the oxygen output enough to give her a few extra minutes, but it would keep her in-between a conscious and unconscious state. That odd state that you were when you just woke up and pondered to continue sleeping. She felt it slip upon her almost instantly. Her mind transported her back to Borleias, she focused on the waves crashing and the warm yet satisfying breeze brushing against her face. Allyson remembered Kaili and how the girl always smelled like summer.

Consciousness took over once again and Allyson was staring out into the endless blackness of space with only the starts to give some sort of depth to it. She blinked and looked down – 13 minutes. So maybe she bought herself some more time, which was a good thing. The distress signal was sent again and she floated, it was really all she could do. Once again unconsciousness start to take over, but Allyson fought it, long enough to send a brief, but probably utterly cryptic text message to Kaili Taith.

I love you​

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Fumbling, the message sent right before Allyson once more slipped into unconsciousness. The latest memory, their last time spending time together filled her mind. A wish, a wish to spend the rest of her life with the blonde – no matter how long it was she vowed to love Kaili till the end. It was in that moment that Kaili stated she felt the same and moved the ring she usually wore on her middle finger over to her ring finger. A promise to the future, a future that may never come. Allyson smiled and felt almost at peace knowing that she had loved someone so much and in the end, she was loved in return.

As Allyson remained unconscious, the flicker in the force that had belonged to her soon faded.

Fin. ​

 

[Vexen]

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"]

A voice whispered close to her ear: “what is your name?”

“Vexen,” she replied. Somewhere a part of her mind recalled the voice she had heard. How it hadn't called her Vexen, but something different. It wasn't important now.

“Vexen I need to get to this man here to treat him. Please I'm not making you leave. You can stay with us the whole time, just please let go for me.”

Vexen stayed where she was, clinging to him.

“Please can you do that for me?” She felt hands slowly but firmly grasping her arms. She allowed them to prise her gently from Micah. Vexen wasn't sure what came next but there was a flurry of motion as people surrounded Micah. She felt as if they were taking him away from her, walling her off. Before she could act a soldier kneeled down next to her. He had a white patch with a red cross on his chest.

“What happened here?”

“I don't really know.”

“Okay. We're going to move him now. Our shuttle has better equipment and we'll get him back to the medical frigate. Dont worry.”

They had to coerce her to come with them. Or rather they had to keep her from getting under their feet as they hoisted Micah onto a gurney and carried him away. A hand stayed on her shoulder the entire way. He didn't move much all the way to the shuttle. But she could see his breath as condensation against the inside of the mask. There was hope.

Vexen barely acknowledged the medical droid on the shuttle who checked her vitals. It sprayed something into her eyes. Then, upon finding her blood sugar inexplicably - and dangerously - low it hooked her up to a glucose drip. She stayed where she was without complaint as the droid worked on her and made notes. Vexen only moved when Micah was left alone on his bed. She moved close enough to feel his warmth through her fur, to know he was alive.

 

[Silara Varis]

LOCATION: Ison Corridor
OBJECTIVE: Control the Corridor
ALLIES: [member=Zark], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Alexandra Morrow"]
ENEMIES: [member="Achim Veers"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="T'yr Dellos"]

Vessel: GAS Resolute Vengeance

• Shields- 0%
• Hull- 0%
• Weapons-0%
• Systems-0%
  

Targeting: FIV Nolantia, FIV Virtue Of Orpheus, FIV Blade of the Covenant,

"Ma'am we're bleeding systems power. Estimate fifteen percent loss of efficiency."

They were retreating backwards and farther up. Now Silara was far above the plane of battle. Blood trickled down into her eyes, and she felt the pain of thousand knives where her forehead had been cut. Every breath the crew took was on borrowed time, and each draw she hacked and wheezed from the acrid smoke of burning conduits.

Whatever had malfunctioned on her ship was a serious problem.

"XO are you still here?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good pull al battle data from the main drives and wipe the system. Find me when you are done, helm begin plotting microjump."

"Wha-...Where Ma'am?"

"See those two artillery frigates that just opened fire, way out there."

The helmsman had to squint and bat away smoke as sparks rained down in flurries of blue.

"Aye."

"Right in between them, now!"

"Aye."

"Weapons are we hot?"

"Main two Javelin Cannons smoked, the rest of 'em are holding power Ma'am."

"Repeat last on Nolantia.."

"Aye Ma'am."

There was little else to do. This was the moment every Captain feared, when they had to make a hard choice. Would she go down with her ship? Or would she stand and fight to the last. There was a few other options, none so viable as the one she had in mind. This one would require some time and careful planning.

"I have the datachip you required Ma'am, all computer drives are wiped."

Silara reached out and took the chip, pressing it into a pocket on her uniform and nodded.

"Retrieve two Vac suits XO."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Don't worry about it, just do it."

Then she gripped the railing once more, peering through the cacophony of red blaring lights and alarms that pierced her eardrums.

"I need one volunteer!"

No one moved, and then her most junior Ensign stood.

"I'll go Ma'am!"

"Ensign Karol, go with the XO, don a Vac suit."

He saluted and moved out. Her heart dropped like a rock, her chest tensed. The Shambhala disappeared from her scopes. when the XO came back she brushed him aside and took his key. Then she passed it off to the Ensign and began to zip up her own Vac suit, sliding the helmet underneath her arm.

"Comm's reroute all surviving shuttles from the rescue mission to ANS Argent Dawn. Instruct them they will be under Admiral Morrows command from here on out. Open me a line to the ship."

Concern began to furrow their brows. They'd known their captain to act erratic, but never as much as this. Some of them were fidgeting and tapping their feet. Others stared at their screens with a glazed look in their eyes.

"Channel open."

Silara cleared her throat, and breathed deep. The whole ship paused as the comms crackled, not a whisper coming from their lips, the battle all but forgotten.

"Attention all hands, this the Captain Speaking. We are crippled and unable to continue our fight. We have only one option left, and that option will not be including you. All hands to escape pods. As of now I have set Condition Zero throughout the ship. I repeat this is not a drill, Condition Zero throughout the ship."​

The XO rasied an eyebrow then nodded.

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"This is the XO. Confirm last. Set Condition Zero."​

Then she dropped her mic and whirled.

"Weapons and Helm, transfer fire and jump control to my datapad. Systems do the same for detonation sequence."

They did as was asked and then whirled in their chairs, looking up at the captain. When she was satisfied, she tapped her arm band and nodded. Everything would have to be timed perfectly for this. They only had one shot.

"Now.... get the kark off my ship!"​

They bolted from their seats, joining the thunderous cacophony of footfall down the bulkheads and halls towards the remaining escape pods. Silara inserted her key card, and Ensign Karol followed. She thought about saying something catchy like congrats you're the new XO, but decided against it. Instead she just nodded. He swallowed then they turned their cards in the command console. all lights went red. Game on.

The sequence began to count down and she glanced at her datapad. As the reactor began to red line she grabbed him and they were already moving. They ran, full speed until her legs felt like battery acid. The ships reactor continued to rage, safeguards coming offline, coolant pipes being vented in their entirety into the black.

She could hold it back for only so long, then she had to release the thermonuclear power.

"Removing last safeguard now, estimated time to self destruct, two minutes, five seconds."

They had no pod. She'd given hers up to whoever needed it. Instead they were standing hand in hand in the middle of a ventral airlock.

"You know you could die right?"

The Ensign looked at her and then out the window and nodded.

"An acceptable price Cap'n."

Silara nodded, and snapped him a salute. He snapped his own back. She tapped two buttons on her datapad as pods streamed from their flanks like wasps from a disturbed nest. The Mass Drivers, Ion Cannons and Proton Torpedoes all opened fire again, draining every last bit of power and munitions, save the bit she needed to jump. Their was rocking sound, the wrenching of metal.

As they disappeared and reappeared between the two Artillery Ships, bolts came loose and began to shoot back forth past their heads. Two impacted her arm, ripping through vac suit and flesh. One impacted the Ensign, tearing a hole in his leg, spraying blood through the air in a splash on the steel bulkhead.

There wasn't even enough time to react to the pain. The door to the airlock whooshed open, spitting them both like cannonballs from a howitzer into the void. They cleared the Artillery frigates, and she felt the cold vacuum begin to surge into her suit. It chilled her bones.

Far behind them the ANS Resolute Vengeance breathed it's dying breath, and then the reactors imploded on themselves, splitting atoms in an unstable fission. A fireball erupted, a superheated sphere of plasma and wreathed orange and blue that consumed her oxygen and engulfed both the Artillery vessels. Her plates and armor became white hot projectiles, laden in molten durasteel. Her sacrifice would hopefully secure Admiral Morrow's victory over the Nolantia

It has to. Or all will soon be lost.​

Silara glanced left as she spiralled away. The last sight she had of the battle was her young Ensign.

His head severed clean by a massive piece of starship plate....

Summary:

• All Crew abandon ship
• Silara and Ensign initiate self destruct
• 5x Heavy Dual Mass Driver Cannons, 10x Heavy Ion Cannons, 3x Three Assault Concussion Missile Launchers, 12x Twelve Light Energy
• Torpedo Projectors spend remaining munitions upon FIV Nolantia
• Resolute Vengeance microjumps between FIV Virtue of Orpheus and FIV Blade of the Covenant
• Resolute Vengeance detonates at close range
• Silara is stranded in space

 

[T'yr Dellos]

Location: Ison Corridor; deep in the nebula
Objective: Observe, Assess, React to situation
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Ashin Varanin"], [member="Achim Veers"], [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: [member="Alexandra Morrow"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Silara Varis"], [member="Zark"],
Assets: ISNS Maalraas Nobilis (1,000m)

"Good hits on both cruisers." Reported one of the young men from fire control. "Unknown effect on targets. They're both returning fire."

"We're taking light damage from primary target, but I'm not reading any return fire from the ship." Called out a young woman seated near the other junior officer.

"Are we in her drive plume?" Asked Commander Dellos.

"Negative commander." Responded the young woman. "As best I can tell... It's coming from an electrical disturbance... Some sort of positive or negative charge running through their shields. It's messing with weapon control stations."

"Noted. Contact engineering and see if they can route the discharge through the capacitor banks." T'yr said. Speaking of engineering... T'yr turned towards a different group of young officers and asked, "How are our shields holding up?"

"Primary shields are taking damage from multiple sources, minimal bleed through into secondary shields." A young man reported. "Power output is at 196% though, so we're regenerating shields almost as fast as we're losing them."

"Any hull damage?" Dellos asked.

"A few high-caliber shots have snuck through, but nothing's dented the armor yet." A nearby woman answered.

"Bring secondary reactors to 80% and fortify our shields." T'yr said as he turned his attention to the forward holodisplay. The largest Alliance escort cruiser was moving away from them, targeting the First Order Dreadnought. Moving to keep it in range would force them out of position with the Heavy Star Destroyer... And the two smaller cruisers were moving to flank the Csilla, angling towards her aft.

That wasn't something Dellos was about to allow.

"Get us turning nose-on with the primary target, I want a secondary firing solution on one of those two escort cruisers." Commander Dellos ordered as his eyes continued to track the movement of ships on the holodisplay. "Increase rate of fire on all weapons as power becomes available. What's the status of our launch tubes?"

"Port and starboard salvo ready to fire on both cruisers, sir." Reported a young officer who's gender T'yr couldn't recognize immediately.

"Cancel that." T'yr ordered. "I want those intruder missiles hitting the primary target as soon as fire control can plot a manual flight plan. Hopefully we can put an end to whatever's causing the energy feedback..." T'yr added as he assessed their tactical situation. "Once missiles are away, ready three more salvos. AHC, AC, AHC."

"Are our fighters still on standby?" Commander Dellos asked aloud, turning his attention to operations.

"Yes commander." A female junior officer reported.

"Launch all fighters and have them target the second Alliance Cruiser." T'yr ordered as his eyes found their way back upon the holodisplay. "Alert me at the first sign of Alliance counter-fighters being launched."

"Understood commander." Answered the woman.

"Launch tubes report ready. Firing port and starboard salvo at HSD." Reported the woman from fire control.

"Power output at 224% and rising." Reported the young man from engineering.

"Increase weight of fire upon the primary and secondary targets, and keep our shields charged." T'yr ordered as he waited for the Alliance's next move.


TLDR
Shooting Argent Dawn and either Stormwall or Ironclad (whichever is on my starboard). Firing missiles at Argent Dawn's butt. Launching fighters/bombers at whichever cruiser is to my Port/aft. Taking damage to shields, plus minor electrical disturbances to weapon tracking. Regenerating shields... If you do enough burst damage, my primary shields will shut down.

 

[Kaili Talith]

It was hard to swallow what the galaxy was throwing at her all at once. Once her mind had started to comprehend that something had happened to Micah she found her shakes settle down ever so gently. The bad feeling in her heart did not, but the shakes did. She had to focus on the here, the now and right now that meant, well, she wasn’t quite sure. Each breath she took weighed heavy on her heart as every single beat started to feel like a suffocating stranglehold.

“No.” Kaili whispered under her breath at Chloe’s question. Kaili was not okay, she felt like if anything she was slowly shifting in the exact opposite direction of ‘okay.’ Her brother, though faint as his signal in the force was, was still alive even if barely. She didn’t need to force to feel that, she just knew. He had Vexen and it was just as likely that he had Allyson around as well. They would find a solution to it and get him back just fine. Good as new.

She ignored the lingering darkness that crept from the bond. Denial was one of her weapons and she had wielded it for years before. He was fine, he was going to be fine. Just another scrap for the history books.

“Yeah, we need to move.” Moving was good, moving meant it was easier to keep mind off of things. Moving meant freedom, moving meant that she had something to keep her mind on even if it was something as small as the road ahead.

“I know mechu-deru, practiced it all my life.” Kaili answered Chloe’s final question. “I’ve-”

Her holopad sprung to life. Allyson.

“I love you.”​

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Kaili perked her brow. She had said she was fin-

Oh.

Oh no.

A frantic search in the force ensued. Where was it? Where was Allyson’s bond, their bond? Her arm began to shiver again as pitiful eyes looked over at Chloe seeking contact before they darted back to the message on her wrist. She couldn’t feel Allyson anymore. She felt Micah just barely, but not her girlfriend. Was she dead? No, Allyson had promised. She said she was going to be fine. She had promised that she would be fine. It was an ysalamir bubble, it was a-

She. Had. PROMISED.

The blonde’s temper flared to life again. What fething point was there? They had both known this was where Kaili had led her. From the moment she forced her love to quit the Rogues and led her straight into something far worse. What had made her stop to think for a moment that the SIS would be any better?

Missions against the First Order.

Outfits issued at her handler’s delight.

The fething Galactic Alliance.

The fething First Order.

Feth the both of them.

“I will show you-” Kaili spoke in anger. “What I can do.”

A hand was raised in a claw before her. The corridor started with the hiss of air after which came the scratch of doors being forced apart against their will. Kaili was letting loose, she wasn’t going to hold herself back for this one. The lights flickered to life with more vitality than they had seen in months to expose a windy hallway in which locks was a thing of the past. She wasn’t going to let something so primitive get in her way.

Kaili was a master of the artificial construct.

They would bow to her will.

They had no other choice.

“We have lives to save.” The Talith would almost growl. “No one else will die today. That is my promise.”

[member="Allyson Locke"]​

[member="Chloe Blake"] // [member="Rekha Kaarde"] // [member="Makai Dashiell"]​

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

A YT-2400 flies steadily through the frozen atmosphere of Hoth, the ice world. Inside the ship sat D'vok, hastily putting on a set of Mk.2 Clone trooper armor with purple markings. He yawned, as the ship cruised along smoothly, scanning for hostiles. The GA had been clear with their instructions. Take Hoth. That simple. D'vok took a sip of a nearly empty bottle, filled with what he assumed was whiskey. The ship shook a tiny bit, causing him to look up from his drink. Another tremor, and then a boom. The ship's side had been blown open by a cannon. D'vok flew onto the floor and tried to hold himself steady as several items flew out of the hole and into the snowy abyss.
"Thirty Eight, Land this karking thing!"
[Roger roger. Landing Procedures activated.]
"About time!"
D'vok attempted to stand, gripping a handle for dear life. He just got sight of a brilliant green streak of plasma, before the ship thudded again, throwing him off balance, and out of the ship. He landed with a crash, and saw his ship, his pride and joy, rip through the sky like a bird with one wing, eventually "landing" a ways away. D'vok got up, and tried to figure out where he was.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

[member="Vexen"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Kira Talith"] | [member="Cameron Centurion"] | Whoever Else Was there

A pulse ran through the air.

A small spark of power. It was almost unnoticeable within the torrent of lingering darkside energy that still hung within the air. It pressed out like a heartbeat, thumping once, twice, and then a third time. It rang out, called to those within the shuttle that could used the force. It was a subtle push, a small knock over the edge. Almost as if a calling to get out of the way, to move to the side. It came again and again, the beat of a heart that grew louder and louder.

Eventually it turned to ringing within the air, an odd sort of buzz.

One of the Medic's within the shuttle turned, his lips thinning, an odd expression forming upon his face as he looked towards the center of the odd pressure that began to form. He took a step back, perhaps involuntarily and then glanced towards his injured Patient. He frowned, then glanced back, his eyes popping wide open.

A distortion began to form in the center of the shuttle, a rift within the air itself.

It hung there for half a second, half a heartbeat, and then it burst out.

A soft wave of the force, not powerful enough to be destructive but strong enough to be felt by those within the shuttle. It burst forth in an instant, rushing over the ground and pushing things gently to the side. It rushed quickly through the inside of the shuttle, and at it's epicenter appeared Soliael and Kira. The hulking former False God let out a deep breath as they erupted into a torn reality, his lungs gasping for air and his body half collapsing towards the ground before he caught himself.

The force burned through him, the ring upon his finger giving off a bright blue glow. His hand was clutched into a white knuckled fist, his eyes burned bright, but there was an odd sort of gauntness to his face as he managed to stand himself up.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Location: Bespin, Cloud City - Heading out of the mining quarters
Allies: [member="Chloe Blake"] | [member="Makai Dashiell"] | [member="Kaili Talith"]
Enemies | First Order - [member="DT-317"] [member="Ignatius Rausgeber"]
Gear: - Thunderclap | Woebringer | Taozin Amulet |

Rekha at this moment could only listen there was a pain in Kaili's voice that she could almost recognize one thing for certain, something was terribly wrong. It was the way she said No. It had hint of finality but for what right now Rekha did not know. As Chloe and Kaili talked Rekha realized that once again she was among force users who had those kind of magical skills that often left her with questions, and amazed.

Oooo I will show you those words were heavy with emotion, with anger. Rekha stepped back to watch for a moment she reached up and made sure her amulet was still there. It gave her some comfort, some.

Rekha's mouth dropped open as she watched the doors split open. Holy Feth she thought light flooded in. Voices began to rise up as the miners who had once thought to stay out of everything wait for a victor come to their doors and looked out once more. With the darkness gone their eyes blinked and squinted trying to adjust. Groans of discomfort came with the winds down the hall.

Rekha looked at Makai, "don't go to far."

Rekha finally understood someone had died. Rekha knew about death knew how it felt to have your soul ripped from inside taking with it the warmth of love and friendship. The stillness left behind the emptiness how anger filled it quickly. Anger at death, anger at those who caused it, and anger that there wasn't one more moment to say I love you.

Yeah. Feth.

"Let's go save lives then" that would help some but it would last for as long as they were busy, the reminder would return. Rekha looked behind her the miners were coming their way, "Hey so..tell me how likely is this place to blow up?"

There were some wide grins, "Depends on where it's hit"

Rekha wasn't going to let the place blow up, "Let's find the damage then too, otherwise we are toast."

 

[Makai Dashiell]

[member="Rekha Kaarde"] | [member="Chloe Blake"] | [member="Kaili Talith"]​

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During their movements on the platform it seemed Makai was increasingly lagging behind. Mr.Zej had moved ahead to go and speak to the group of miners noticed by Miss Kaarde. Trying to figure out more about the platform, best routes and various other technical questions would flow from the portly Pantoran. It seemed the younger blonde was having a few mental issues up ahead, probably something to do with the Force or his little stunt with the thrantas. Makai was hoping Force, since being responsible for such a thing was not on his to-do list.


Attention back on the suspected Forcer, Makai quietly made his move. No one had been paying attention for the past few minutes, carefully watching body language to make sure he wouldn't be caught in the peripheral vision of one of the women. Sliding along the corridor, it took some slow movements but he was able to slip down a corridor. A fast paced walk now, almost a near jog as he moved along the hall, in search of a restricted access door.


Several tense minutes passed by, a little unsure if he'd be caught. Restricted Access loomed ahead and Makai rushed towards it, moving towards the access panel. Tool in his pocket emerged and he popped off the bezel around the edge, exposing the controls. Guts of the controls were pulled out, Makai studying the set up. Scale-speckled hands touched two wires and viola, the door slid open.


The half-Galan scurried inside, finding a stairwell that would take him down. Feet took the stairs two at a time, jumping over pieces of railing that intersected.....He just hoped his hunch was right.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

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Location: Open Space, Wreckage of FIS Kuragin
Objective: Leave No One Behind
[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Vexen"] [member="Taheera Sollo"] [member="Ipsy"] [member="Spark Finn"]


Cockpit, Alliance Stealth U-WING
On Detachment from ANS Itsukusk
Anoat System

"How much longer should we keep this up, sir?"

"Until we're caught, blown to pieces, or the power runs out and we suffocate," Deacon grunted without looking at the shuttle pilot and kept his eyes fixed on the debris littering the void in front of them.

He could feel the look of the sailor on him as the younger man tried to determine if the SIS agent was serious or not, but he had little time or patience for it. The FIS Kuragin was gone, they now maneuvered on thrusters through the fresh wake of its corpse, but Damian's mission was not over yet. He hadn't left anyone behind before, not even on the hellhole that had been Atrisia, and he wasn't about to start now. Somehow Aurek Team and their handler had gotten separated from Agent Locke during all the chaos in the immediate aftermath of the struggle over final control of the Imperial command station. Before he had even realized it, Agent Deacon had lost her in the mad dash for navigation, and suddenly he and the rest of Aurek Team found themselves engaged in a fierce firefight with what remained of the First Order security forces that had not yet made it or not been cleared to make it to the escape pods and off the quickly dying station.

In that eleventh hour, when the Hapan and his fireteam had been pinned down by precision stormtrooper blaster fire, Rigsy had finally managed to reestablish contact with Alliance forces in the area, namely the ANS Itsukusk parked very close by. Using his clearance to force the issue on sending them a rescue ship, Deacon had then rallied Aurek Team into a fighting retreat, losing two more men in the process but getting the rest out of sight, onto the docking stealth transport, and off the station in the last seconds before it broke apart. The hangar bay disintegrated underneath them as the U-Wing lifted off, and as the rest of the commandos cheered and hollered to have so narrowly avoided a death that for hours every one of them had been all but assured was inevitable. But, as he forced his way past the men and to the front of the ship, Deacon's mind was on one thing and one thing only.

I left her behind...

Now they sifted through debris scattered across half a parsec, against the pilot's orders to return directly to the Itsukusk, and hoping beyond hope that there was something left to find where there could not possibly be. The pilot thought him completely insane, and even Aurek Team were beginning to wonder at the probability of recovering a survivor from such total destruction on blind luck. What none of them knew, however, and what Deacon was hoping Allyson had missed as well, was the short range tracking device he had planted on her when they had first met. Sometimes, just sometimes, it paid to be paranoid as an art form. He was sure, if they could just cover enough search area, the device would with any luck be undamaged and able to pinpoint her location to within close enough for the U-Wing's sensors to do the rest.

He was also pretty sure, if his mental calculations were correct (they always were), that they were running up against the extreme outer limits of survivability for a suit with Agent Locke's oxygen supply even if it had been at close to full capacity.

"Sir!" the pilot yelped as a stray turbolaser barrage from the not so distant battle narrowly missed them, shooting past the cockpit's viewport.

"Get the feth out of the seat, then," the SIS agent growled, helping the pilot roughly along, "Sit down and shut up."

Ignoring the muttered curses of the sailor as he sulked off ignominiously to the back of the transport, Damian picked up the search pattern where the pilot had left off, his hands trembling as he did so. After several long seconds of solitude, he checked quickly to make sure no one was watching, sighed in deep frustration and rolled his eyes.

"I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me," he mumbled sheepishly.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Oh come on!" Deacon groaned. He would never tell another soul about this moment until the day he died.

Risking the stark reduction in the U-Wing's stealth profile, the SIS agent toggled on the forward floodlights, and began to bank the transport back and forth in motions that allowed for him to visually survey his surroundings. It took him almost another minute, but eventually he found what he believed to be the end of his mission.

The body floated, too motionlessly, arcing through the void in a deeply unsettling manner.

"Take the stick!" he shouted back at the pilot, leaping from the chair and out of the cockpit before the young man even had time to respond, "Close your hatch, and get us into position for rescue operations! As soon as she's on board, you burn hard for the Itsukusk, don't wait for my order! Go!"

One way or another, Allyson Locke was coming home.

 

[Samka Derith]

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Location: Calrissian Plaza, Cloud City
Allies: [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Enemies: [member="Ghorua the Shark"]

After a few misses, the Shark's wild grasping managed to seize onto her left thigh and Sam found herself thrown from his shoulders and into the shield wall. She grunted from the impact and landed sideways on the floor. The young Ren scrambled to her feet, ignoring the ache on her side and the scarring of her own Lightning. Normally this would be the point where she'd depend on her proficiency on Draining the essence of her enemies to revitalise herself but her breath couldn't be held much longer, the small traces of the knock out gas she'd already inhaled were starting to make the world sway a little, consciousness was ever so gradually fading. She could expel it from her system but she had to act fast to take down this shield once and for all.

This called for a special technique. One used for millennia by those gifted in the Dark Side of the Force. Concentrating as best she could, Sam's lightsaber snapped to her side. Now holding the blade above her head, she propelled herself through the air while letting loose a primal, disorientating scream. As she closed the gap with the Bounty Hunter once more, the Ren used the Force to set her motion in a confusing, sideways fashion. She landed just before the Shark, radiating an aura of power and grace, as she thrusted her blade into the shield generator on his waist. Jedi Masters themselves had been left blinded and exposed by this attack in the past, what chance did this mercenary have?

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[Makai Dashiell]

Makai found himself flying over the railings for a good portion of time. The teenage boy slowly reduced his pace, stopping to listen, turning to stare behind him. It didn't seem anyone was coming after him so far. His breathing echoed in the stairwell, not used to the altitude. Most of his life had been spent at or below sea level. Feet were soon moving again at a much more regulated speed. Doors were being passed but he wasn't quite so sure which level he needed on the mining platform. Common sense told him to start at the bottom and work his way back up as needed.


If he stopped to listen he could hear various pieces of the battle. Falling debris continued to be an issue and Makai suspected it would be one for some time to come. Blaster fire....from....starfighters? It was even more difficult to tell, he was not seasoned in the art of battle.


Final door at the bottom of the stairwell, Makai brought the tool back up for breaking in....or....technically out? Panel was pried open, electrical guts spilling out and sorted quickly by scale speckled hands. Getting his wires mixed up it took a few moments longer to reverse the door and cause it to open.


Makai found himself in the receiving bay for....something...It was open air and clearly ships would dock. Cold wind whipped his hair around, hand coming up to straighten it back up....sort of. Eyes narrowed, searching.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Where did he go? Rekha looked around, feth and now what was she going to do about [member="Chloe Blake"] and [member="Kaili Talith"] dammit the kid had run off and on his own. Why did they think they were so indestructible huh...

"Listen the kid has split I'm going to find him, can't have him doing something ridiculous, like getting hurt, unless you two are coming too" Rekha looked for a moment but right now a moment was even too long she couldn't stay, not and feel good tomorrow. Rekha nodded, "whatever you decide if you're coming great, if not I'll meet you both for drinks sometime."

Ok so where did the kid go..she was standing here, and he didn't around that way, so he had to of went the other, "Makai!" oh wait till I find you I'm going to give you the spanking of your life! She headed the only way she could imagine.

Then she saw the stairs the door still ajar nah he would do that...would he? She pulled the door open and looked down into the spiral oh that was dizzy..she picked herself up and stepped back her stomach jumped. She began down the stairs, "Makai!" she called again, "you in here squirt?"

She moved down a full flight before she stopped and listened.

[member="Makai Dashiell"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Allies: [member="Achim Veers"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Jaina Ventor"] | @Ty'r Dellos | [member="Ashin"] Karrade
Enemies: [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Silara Varis"] | [member="Alexandra Morrow"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"]
Objective: Terminate the enemy. All of them.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GM8kl2IAZ78​

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Carlyle watched as the starboard hull of the Malice was battered frantically by Therapy Command's desperate attempts to desperately assault the Malice's bridge. Thanks to the design of the resurgent, the missile barrages didn't hit the bridge, instead slamming into the thick armour plating of the upper decks. It was however, unnerving to most officers, who seemed "Have we received an official response from any enemy officers?" Carlyle asked, turning to the Signals Officer.

There was no verbal response, the shake of the young ensigns head was enough to make Carlyle's blood boil. So that was how was it going to be then. A slogging match till the end of time. "Fire all batteries target their bridge, and disable everything," Carlyle replied, "I don't want this one to escape. We'll tear him apart," The admiral commanded, "Piece by piece." The officer turned to his position, "Deploy all TIE's, to dislodge the buzz droids, and then swarm their bridge." Carlyle's face lips began to curl into a smile, "We'll see to it the end of this impotent fool."

Within seconds of the command, the Malice's compliment of four TIE squads deployed from the ventral, and portside hangars. The TIE squadrons swooped the batteries being accosted by buzz droids, using precision swoops and fire to destroy the boarders. With the buzz droids subdued in the mean time. The TIE's turned their attention to the exposed command bridge, and began to swoop it, firing their lasers at the exposed command deck of Thuku's battlecruiser.

Carlyle watched as the batteries changed their tracking, and firing onto Thuku's cruiser, the show was however interupted by his Sensors Officer, "Admiral, we have contacts sir, escape pods from Bannings raid sir. Orders?"

Carlyle felt conflicted, Banning's successes, and the poor quality of the crew, and commands give. An executive decision was made. One of mercy. "Beam them in, we'll take them as prisoners," Carlyle responded, "Order Skull Six to run warden doctrine with as many troopers as need be." he paused, "Keep them fed, and any medical attention needed will be given." Carlyle's eyes narrowed, "Send an edict out on all military lines Signals," Carlyle began, "I want there to be no quarter given to any Alliance crewman or airman who has not surrendered."
The escape pods from the wreck of the Defiance began to slowly, and steadily be pulled towards the Malice's ventral hangar. In response to this action, and the arrival of Alliance rescue shuttles, Captain Banning's bolt pickets opened fire on the shuttles before they could get into range of the escape pods. Satisfied with having chased them off, the bolt corvettes streaked towards the Excubitor, and bombarded the rear of its exposed bridge with their concussion missiles, and ion batteries.

"Yes admiral," The Signals Officer replied, "Anything else?"

"Send an open line to the Alliance fleet." Carlyle replied, "I want to savour their desperation."

"We have a line active sir, begin when you want." Signals replied.

"You have chosen poorly," Carlyle coldly began, arms behind his back, and beneath his flowing, silken cape. "Your sacrifice, your hope has meant nothing. Remember this when you slowly choke in the void. Remember the Jedi and politicians who have forsaken you." He paused, "Because for all the chaos, and damage you may have caused to day, has meant nothing." The admiral looked directly into the recorder, "The First Order, will always strike back." He raised his arm, with a clenched fist, signalling the end of the transmission. Now, it was only time to tell, how many the Alliance feverishly killed in their zealotry.

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FIV Malice (Flagship) | Modified Resurgent-class Star Destroyer | Shields 43% | Hull 66% | Firing At: ANS Excubitor
FIV Warrior | Bolt-ii Class Picket Corvette | Shields 81% | Hull 100% | Firing At: ANS Excubitor
FIV Condemnation | Bolt-ii Class Picket Corvette | Shields 0% | Hull 87% | Firing At: ANS Excubitor
FIV Rising Dawn | Bolt-ii Class Picket Corvette | Shields 2% | Hull 100% | Firing At: ANS Excubitor
FIV Colossus | Bolt-ii Class Picket Corvette | Shields 0% | Hull 72% | Firing At: Alliance Rescue Shuttles
FIV Law | Empire-class Heavy Frigate | Shields 15% | Hull 100% | Firing at: ANS Mustafar
FIV Master | Mukhtiar-anti fighter corvettehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/104812-mukhtiar-class-anti-starfighter-corvette/#entry1510794 | Shields 0% | Hull 0% | Firing At: N/A
FIV Defender| Mukhtiar-anti fighter corvette | Shields 0% | Hull 0% | Firing At: N/A