Stage Two - Freedom for the Common Man: Battle On Commenor

[Lauri Törni]

A final wave of landing craft was reaching the surface. Commenor's own army in exile, made of survivors from the siege and new volunteers. The Mandolorians and Jedi were already locked in combat with the Sith. The Commenori forces would be reinforcing them.

After Lauri had rejoined the army, he'd been placed in command of a new company of soldiers. Most were veterans of the siege who had managed to escape the clutches of the Sith Empire. As always, Christiana was by his side, ready to help lead the assault. Lauri breathed hard as he made the final preparations.

"Alright everyone. I'm going to keep this short, since we don't have much time. We all know why we're here. A month and a half ago, the sith took over Commenor. We're here to liberate our home. We're here to avenge those who fell, and to being freedom to our families. Don't forget that. "

He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in, before continuing.

"Moment those doors open, get to cover and follow my lead. The Mandos and Jedi are already down there. Our mission is to support them, and push to secure the city. "


Lauri readied his rifle. He closed his eyes, mentally preparing himself. Last time he'd been on Commenor, leading a force, they'd been slaughtered. He was determined that wouldn't happen again. The Sith would pay for what they had done. The shuddle hit the ground, and the doors opened to a fire fight.


His men pushed outwards, their shuttles landing behind the frontline. Hundreds of Commenori rushed for the fight, ready to reinforce their allies.

 

[Effie Duanna]

Allies: [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Tom Taff"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Amari Deechi"] [member="Caedyn Arenais"] [member="Rick Kaloo"]
Enemies: [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Konstantin Makarev"]


The fireworks over the city sure was a spectacle to behold. Fireworks usually signalled celebrations but tonight, it was war making the show of lights in the sky eerily beautiful. People would not be transfixed on the beacons of war for long as a noticeable fleet battle raged above followed by multiple ships, from both sides entering the atmosphere. It was going to be a long night for Chasin city.

Effie looked up at [member="Lady Kay"] as she responded to what she had just told her. Not only did Kay's thanks warm Effie's heart, hearing her give words of encouragement soothed her nerves a little. Effie smiled at her Queen "You're right my lady. Commenor shall see freedom once again". At this point Effie was becoming more oblivious to Kay's doubts. Her Queen was good at that, inspiring others when she herself was not as confident. Effie had no idea what was in store for Kay and herself, however she knew there was no turning back now. They had to see this through.

Effie's attention was grabbed by the sudden chatter over the EBS and she quickly turned to it's direction, confusion spreading over her face at what
she had heard. Effie stared up at the horde of doves over the city, her head tilted and eyes squinted. This...was a first for Effie, it proved that the night would get more eventful as time went on. Effie turned to face her Queen, she gave her a perplexed look "Daryl... is this is deliberate?". Effie had not been in the service with Lady Kay for a long time. She had not even met the Queen's family yet, let alone her allies. Effie gazed back up at the fluttering clouds of doves and giggled a little "I guess there's a first for everything"

Effie was not force sensitive, the darkness that Kay felt was oblivious to her. Over the course of her time in Kay's service, Effie had grown close to her. She learned to notice many things when it came to Kay's mood. Kay felt uneasy, but Effie had never seen her feel this uneasy. She assumed it was the pressure of the battle, little did she know it was because of the dark presence she felt. Effie remained in Kay's office as she went to fetch her lightsaber. She watched the multiple ships land in Chasin city as she waited for her Queen to return. Effie turned to face Kay when she returned, her dark eyes instantly drew themselves to the lightsaber on her belt. Effie's eyes widened slightly and shot her Queen a small look of concern as she had hoped that Kay would see little combat. It looked like she was now expecting it.
Effie looked a little surprised when Kay offered her some tea. Having tea was something she did often with Kay and even though it was not the most ideal time, she could not refuse as it might be the last time. "Tea sounds lovely" Effie said with a soft smile "I'll grab the teacups" Effie gave Kay a soft pat on the arm as she walked past her to a small cupboard and fetched the tea cups.

 

[Kyyrk]

Allies: Commenor and her Supporters, [member="Einon"]
Enemies: Sith, First Order, and any freelancers opposed to the liberation attempt
Location: Somewhere on the edge of the Warehouse District

Dorin was on the move. He'd received the message from Einon directing him to the warehouses, and was moving that way. Mandalorians and Jedi began to fill the streets, as did the rank and file Sith forces, augmented by the First Order stormtroopers. Dorin was doing his best to make himself a target. The more they threw at him, the more successful his plan would be. Of course, he'd have to survive that long, but he would cross that bridge when he got there.

Dorin slid to a stop behind an up-ended table outside a cafe, the liberation fighter that had been hiding behind it bleeding out on the ground beside him. Dorin grabbed the man's pistol, and popped up over the barricade, firing a couple shots at the Sith troopers, hitting one. He ducked as a salvo was unleashed towards him, and charged his sword once more. He lobbed the sword around the side of the table, which went whirling across the clearing till it impacted the barricade across from him, detonating into a shockwave. The Sith troopers behind it went flying, and were quickly picked off by Dorin and the other fighters.

Dorin moved to the center of the intersection, barking orders. "Man down behind that barricade, Might make it if you help him now. Get those civilians out of here, keep them away from the fighting and get them out of the city. Who's in charge here? You? Take these men, head towards the palace, it's about to get lethal down here, and you're no good to Commenor dead. Help as many civilians as you can."

Dorin armed the pistol he had picked up, checking how many charges the power cell had left. "Go, now. For Commenor."

With that, the group scattered and Dorin pressed further into the Warehouse district. Soon the smaller business faded away, and Dorin was sprinting through the shadows of colossal storehouses. He ducked behind the corner, and took a second to catch his breath. His quarry was hot on his heels, thinking they had him cornered. As they turned the corner, Dorin sprang into action, blade and pistol singing in the night air as he began to cut down soldier after soldier. A comm channel was opened. "Einon. I'm in position."

 

[Konstantin Makarev]

Allies: [member="Luther Ando"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Omari Vyken"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]
Enemies: [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Lady Kay"] [Presumably] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Tom Taff"] | [member="Dorin Arkx"] | @Effie Duana | @Stardust Australis Sikrae
Objective: Fortify the Embassy and hunker down.
Location: "The War Room", First Order Embassy Drawing Room
Music: The German Sub | John Williams (x)


"And we are patched in!" Agent Dautrieve informed Konstantin. The armoured corps officer took another drag from his cigar. The drawing room had been transformed into a situation room, tables had been cleared of bottles, replaced with data readouts and consoles. Both FOSB, and First Order diplomatic staff now fixed up the drawing room, converting it to a situation command and control room. The curtains were drawn, and the only light which resonated within were the glows from screens. "Getting a screen up now." The agent barked. Konstantin took another drag, and turned his attention to the holographic table, which had replaced the central food dispensary. The display crackled to life, and for a moment, was now in total disarray.

Konstantin stalked to the nearby windows, and pulled away the curtain a little to watch the preparations outside. The fleet of ambassadorial landspeeders now had been overturned in the gardens, working for cover. The entirety of the First Order presence on Commoner had turned to defending the compound. Stormtroopers, aided by some embassy staff now excavated dugouts, and trenches. Others delivered supplies to the front lines, setting up E-Web heavy blaster emplacements. Konstantin, rather than press the assault, would sit comfortably in the embassy. Attempting to coordinate an evacuation. His eyes returned to the holographic display, and it was most disheartening. The FOSB attache to the embassy had successfully piggybacked unto the Sith Empire' extensive surveillance infrastructure, meaning the First Order holdout, was offered extensive access to the city. Providing an almost unparalleled view of the streets, and the movements.

"Have we managed to make contact with Dosuun, or Atrisia?" Konstantin inquired, as he watched another wave of transports deploy themselves. He took another drag of his cigarette, and turned his attention to the Ambassadors personal secretary. The very same, whom he had intimidated earlier. Earl Phelps, his name was. Phelps had sat on a specialised comm terminal, trying all sorts of diplomatic frequencies in an attempt to try and reinforce, and evacuate the staff here.

"Negative, Colonel." The secretary flinched, "I think the space battle above has scrambled our transmissions. I don’t think we can get anything out." Perfect. Absolutely, bloody, perfect. Looks like they were stuck here till either the Sith decided to dispatch a fleet to assault the rebels, or the unthinkable. The rebels somehow won. Neither option was a particularly palatable one. But he could not exactly punish the nerve racked civil servant. Especially once he had learned his bride and daughter resided here. Instead, Makarev gave a forlorn look, but then approached, and offered the young man a handshake. Phelps reciprocated.

"You did the best you could." Konstantin assured him, he paused, "But I think you would be better served with your loved ones.” He then paused, and in his booming voice, addressed the remaining civilian staff within the ramshackle war room. “You best get down stairs with the rest of your colleagues." By now, the extensive familial block which had housed the families of the embassy personnel had been vacated, to the secure Panic Room, downstairs. "You've done your duty Mister Phelps, and that is all I've asked for." He then reached into his pocket, and handed the man a cigar, "Should we get out of this, I'll be sure that Park Boulevard hear of your deeds." Phelps gave a weak smile in response, pocketing the cigar in his tunic, before offering a salute. It lacked the military class Konstantin wanted. But, the effort was appreciated. “Dismissed.” Phelps took off scurrying to the closest panic room entry.

“Sir, we have a transmission incoming.” A second FOSB agent, Agent Froye informed him, Konstantin’s attention was piqued, and he crossed through the myriad of consoles to hers. “Origin is a square, one click away. It appears to be from a drop pod.” A click was audible and then the message played. It was distorted, by an audible flapping, which puzzled both. But the message was a clear 'greeting' of sorts. A look of confused derision came across Konstantin’s grizzled features. “Well, that’s uh…”

“Bait.” Makarev replied. “It’s bait.” He sighed, “They think we’re a bunch of wampas in heat. We’ll be riled enough to get rid of him.” The colonel shook his head, and snuffed out his cigarette in a nearby plate of crackers, "But he can stay there, for now." He reached into his jacket, and cleaved out the list of names the local FOSB attache had given him. It seemed Commoner was acting as a hotbed of intelligence activity. He looked at Foyle, “Get me a private line. I want all these frequencies on an encrypted channel.” He passed the pad to the lithe agent, who ran through them briefly, before passing Konstantin a headset. He donned it, and pressed the mic to his mouth.

"All agents operating on this frequency," Konstantin began, "This is Colonel Konstantin Makarev, of the Sixtieth Armoured Corps." He introduced himself. This was highly unusual for a military officer to address his counterparts in such a manner given was not even supposed to be privy to their existence. “I have taken command of the Embassy, and its staff, and request your assistance in its protection.” He licked his lips, and breathed in deeply. "Commoner is under attack, and we have possible hostiles converging on the planet," He continued with his briefing. "With the Sith Empires withdrawal, I fear the embassy, and her staff will fall under attack from mobs in the chaos." He allowed himself another pause, "I request you all report in on your status. If you can, please do report to the embassy and assist in holding her till we can organise an evacuation. If you can't, good hunting." He added, "But if you can, we can do a lot of good here. Makarev out."

Spoiler

Forces:
Fifty First Order Stormtroopers
Eighteen Field Officers

Spoiler

Twelve Sith Empire Military Police
Twelve FOSB Security Personnel
Six armed civilians

 

[Luther Lewis]

Location: FOSB Safe House;
Destination: FO Embassy via Streets Near Palace.
Objective: Gear Up and Rendezvous with FO Forces.
Gear: FO-X1 Shadowtrooper Armour, Charric Pistol, Stun Baton.

​

“-eport to the embassy and assist in holding her till we can organise an evacuation. If you can't, good hunting. But if you can, we can do a lot of good here. Makarev out.”

He’d retrieved a comms headset from a stash in the safehouse, but he could barely pay attention to the broadcast. His best friend lay dead on the floor, in a pool of her own blood. She wasn’t the only dead, two dead civilians with lightsaber burns lay nearby. He could construct the scene perfectly. Jane Locke: Ex-Ren, Luther’s assistant and childhood friend; dead from when looters stormed the apartment.

He blamed himself for her death. She was learning the ropes for joining the First Order Security Bureau. Luther didn’t think she had the stomach for such work if she failed as a Ren, but he nevertheless agreed to have her join as his partner. She must have scared them off, only to die from blood loss later.

Luther retrieved her lightsaber and closed her lifeless eyes.

- - - - -​

He didn’t know how long it was, but eventually he managed to step away from her corpse. He patched into the FO comms as he made his way to the bathroom. “This is Luther” he said. “Callsign C-twenty-four-K”. He made his way over to the aforementioned stash, a package concealed behind a thin amount of plaster. “I’m located at my assigned safehouse, in the residential district”. He ripped away more of the plaster to expose the package.

“Copy that Luther” the operator responded. “The Sith have been pushed back past your point” There was a pause as the operator checked some data. “OPFOR have established several checkpoints within your area, escape may be difficult”. Luther pulled a shiny black helmet out of the package. “I have a set of FO-X1 here" Luther replied. "I might be able to pass by undetected”. The operator paused, thinking. Meanwhile Luther started strapping on the armour. “There are likely sensors on those checkpoints” the operator finally replied. “You are better off sneaking through a firefight”. Luther winced. “Where's the nearest engagement?” he asked. “The Palace”.

“Oh kark” Luther swore. He grabbed the last of the stashed items, a silenced blaster and a stun baton. “Better get a move on, Luther" the operator said grimly. “Time is running short”.

Luther moved to the door but stopped. He looked back. “I’m sorry Jane, I’ll return. I’ll bring you back to Belsavis”. The body gave no response, and Luther left.

Spoiler

| [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Tom Taff"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Effie Duanna"] | [member="Konstantin Makarev"] | [member="Dorin Arkx"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Amari Deechi"] | [member="Caedyn Arenais"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Zylah Dvale"] | [member="Krenis Skirata"] | [member="Marina DeVoe"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Einon"] | [member="Lauri Törni"] | ​

 

[Kier Grey]

Kyli DT-6767,
First Imperial Embassy, Chasin City
First Imperial Personnel: [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Konstantin Makarev"], [member="Omari Vyken"], [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Authorised Targets/Hostile Combatants (Lawful OR Unlawful): [member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Tom Taff"], [member="Dorin Arkx"], @Stardust Australia Skirae
Unlawful/Unauthorised Targets (Subject to Change): [member="Lady Kay"], @Effie Duana, [member="Einon"], @Caedyn Arenais, [member="Lauri Törni"]

Sitting precariously on a yellow crane that rises no less than one-hundred meters high above the Embassy's block Kyli hastily wraps the flexible although strong Durasteel wire around her left arm and right leg hugging the two limbs tightly constructing what in her resourcefulness was going to be a makeshift support harness. The Death Trooper's Hazel eyes narrow and focus on the distant palace and the rioters visibly firing off fireworkers and immolating buildings whose ownership ipso facto Kyli couldn't definitively conclude. It was a mixture of jubilation and destruction; the sith were withdrawing from Commenor the resultant chaos threatened to swallow the tiny bastion of First Imperial Power and Soil on the world though it would not do so without objection from Kyli and the Death Troopers of ALPHA who to the woe of any would-be attacker had found themselves temporarily residing within the Embassy with their equipment while awaiting their transport off-world.

That plan had been cut short by what was obviously a carefully planned uprising to occur concurrently with the Sith's withdrawal, the opportunistic behaviour was not lost upon Kyli who in her cold noiselessness finds herself amused at the idea of morally righteous crusaders lowering themselves to Opportunism, it was extremely pragmatic and utilitarian with familiarity that might have led the Death Trooper to make the erroneous conclusion those Individuals on the street were First Imperial Citizens were it not for the defiant flags they waved towards the sky in defiance of who had been their overlords.

Finishing with her makeshift Harness Kyli's several hundred kilogram mass inverts from the air, permitting her power-armoured body to drop towards the Earth to be caught and supported by the small gauge Durasteel metal rope that coiled around two of her limbs. The augmented heart beating within her breast had no trouble maintaining peak blood pressure and sufficient flow to power those muscles and organs sufficiently, within the Death Troopers of Project: AFTERLIFE the First Imperial Realm had found their deliverance from Human biology's biases and restrictions.

Kyli is an Apex Predator among Apex Predators, her very thoughts connected to the armour and weapons she wielded, articulating them in a new synthesis of man and machine. Examining the chaotic streets, she spots a flock of white Doves flying in the Embassy's direction along with a nearby drop-pod and an ostensibly male occupant. "Zero-Alpha this is Alpha-Two, message; Axis of advance to the Embassy there is an armed man approximately one-thousand meters from the gate who has released a large number of doves into the Atmosphere, over." Pausing, her voice filled the situation room within the Embassy for the Colonel to hear. Kyli's wrist moves the Railgun's scope feed in the direction of the palace, magnifying and reducing the windage and range with thoughts passed through the armour's neural interface to the weapon's software.

"All-Callsigns this is Alpha-Two be advised; heavy concentration of combatants in and around the royal district, proceed with extreme caution when passing through the street, over." The only thing that stopped Kyli from having the most valuable kills by net worth of the target of any soldier within the First Imperial Military were the rules of engagement and unclear allegiances, 'surprise' would have been an understatement in the extreme if used to describe the embassy staff's shock at the sudden cacophony of fireworks and war that swallowed Chasin City's streets. Not long before had it been entirely peaceful, the cold war of the Galaxy was about to become hot once again it seemed. With only an order needing to be delivered from down on high to permit Kyli's precision reaping of the city's population from her crane, not even the pilots within their aircraft were safe from the First Order's passionless angel of death.

 

[Darben Skirae]

Darben Skirae held on for dear life within the transport. He was afraid for his dear life. And, if he were honest, his wife was scary when like this. [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] was speaking of no mercy, no quarter. He had a blaster rifle and some armor that would appear to be that of an average trooper, not really fitting in with the god killers and more so the main rebel forces. The transport rocked as they hit the ground, and soon they were out. However he was most hesitant to go out, not till he saw his own wife turned to face him, and then charged away.

Out he went, moving directly for cover. Firing at whatever fired back. For sure, he was no trooper and this was for his own life right now. He just had to survive here.

 

[Robert Praxon]

Allies: [member="Drass Mon"] [member="Reginald Frederickson"]
Enemies: All Sith and First Order members
Objective: Secure palace as beachhead for New Republic ground forces
Equipment: Rifle, Pistol, Knife, Bacta Glove (with 3 extra capsules), Armor

The clang of armored boots on durasteel floors echoed throughout the small Frigate that carried the 82nd Airborne Marine Company. The men ran wild, moving as quickly as possible to their assigned drop pods before the ship made its only attempt at a pass over the Palace. The naval compliment aboard was minimal at best, only the most essential personnel to assure the marine forces managed to have chance at reaching their LZ. Flicking his cigar away Robert placed his deep black helmet atop his head, the only mark identifying him as an officer being the gold stripe down its center. The HUD within lit up to show the status of his most important subordinates, all of them green. Reginald and Drass, two sergeants, and also two men with amounts of experience that vastly exceeded his own.

Slinging his rifle over his shoulder Robert stepped within the massive steel contraption that would be used to rocket him and his entire force down to the planet at speed Anti-Air simply wasn't made to handle. pinning himself tightly to the wall of the pod with various bars and straps Robert sighed loudly before activating his comms to those in leadership positions. "Drass, I'm leaving you in charge of clearing the eastern half of the palace, Reginald you take the west. I'll be staying on the LZ to monitor the perimeter and command our forces, sending reinforcements where you need them. Casualties will be kept to a minimum as far as it goes with our men, don't take big risks and try to handle the big lifting yourself, show the men you're worthy of their loyalty. After all, we're the new kids on this block, we have to earn our stripes with the men we intend to lead. The Rebels and their friends have plenty of groups converging on the palace with the sole intention of rescuing the Queen. If you can get to her first that will only make the operation look better, but the clearing of the palace as a beachhead takes priority for now."

With his instructions given Robert paused for a moment as the shipped rocked back and forth from the impressive firepower the enemy brought to bear on the ship. Robert had a feeling it would be this way. With a loud thud and a surge of energy the pods were released, fired downwards towards the palace at incredible speeds. Only seconds later would the pods quake with the force of their frigate exploding above them in a massive fireball as firepower poured upwards from emplacements on the ground. Thundering downwards a total of fourteen drop pods would land in a tetradecagon formation around the grounds of the Palace. Doors dislodging and bursting outwards, fireteams pouring out to lay down accurate and devastating fire on overwhelmed and dazed enemy positions. The epicenter for all this, where the pods of Robert, Drass and Reginald would land, the foyer itself of the palace.

The roof of the palace crumbled under the weight and force of the pods, sending shrapnel raining down upon any poor Sith Trooper within a dozen meters of where each pod was set to land. Directly behind the main security station for the entirety of the palace it wasn't hard to imagine there would be plenty of hostile forces waiting to receive them. Sadly however, the enemy likely wasn't expecting such a monumental amount of force and aggression with the insertion of the pods. Hulking metal doors unlatched and shot outwards from the pods to reveal Republic Marines with rifles in hand, blasting away at any enemy trooper that dared lift their head from any cover they could find. A single Marine from each pod would find himself atop, a small turret revealing itself as it was raised from the durasteel carcass that rammed through the ceiling only to pour down hundreds of blaster bolts from each within seconds.

Robert unbuckled himself with the others, following behind the more seasoned marines and finding cover behind a shattered pillar. Glancing back at Drass and Reginald's pods he would speak simply and clearly through his comms. "Begin sweeping your assigned sections." Each man would have four other Marines to accompany them as a small fireteam to support their efforts. Robert however would stay with the pods, keeping his head low as the main security force and marines swapped fire across the shattered foyer, providing enough covering fire for Robert's subordinates to proceed into the bulk of the palace.

Poking out of cover for a moment Robert fired blindly at the nearest grouping of Sith he could spot, likely not hitting a single one before he forced back behind the pillar by a wave of return fire. This was combat, real war, not the games he played back in the academy where everybody set their blasters to stun. As if he could if he wanted to, slugthrowers sadly had no such option, his only setting being that of lethal hunks of metal fired at hypervelocity. Peeking back out Robert fired another three rounds, a Sith Trooper falling, grasping his shoulder as the round easily burst through his armor that was made more for blasters.

 

[Ravenfire]

Tom's POV
Allies: [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Effie Duanna"], [member="Rick Kaloo"]
Enemy: [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Equipment: Tom Taffs Personal Beskargam, Taff Necklaces, hibirar te ara be te blades shoto, hibirar te ara be te blades, The Mandalorian Broomstick, MP-1 Personal Absorption Shield, G-11 Shield Gauntlet, T-7 Vibro Brace, the-blade-of-beginnings, Genesis

Tom placed all his armour back on as well his weapons he had snuck in. As he did so he saw his AI in his HUD. "Hey there big boy what can I do for ya?" Tom laughed it had been a while since he had seen the AI woman and heard her silly puns. "You know what you silly sassy AI woman, start up all our surprises the Sith are losing the planet today." "So ready all the guns and let loose the dogs of war. Any specific areas?"

Tom smiled "I hear that a lot of people are fighting the First Order as well as a lot of others near the embassies I want you to pull away all the Sith from that area give our boys and girls a chance." Genesis smiled "Sure thing. Oh also I have have sliced Sith systems, sounds like someone opened one of the tunnels leading from not far from you, might wanna go hunt them down like the good dog you are." Tom's smile disappeared "Call me that again you sassy piece of hardware and I will reboot you." She stuck her tongue out disappearing "Sure."

Tom rolled his eyes knowing the droids and vehicles would be looked after as he began moving towards the tunnel entrance. He looked it over someone had unsealed it but he wasn't sure who. They would soon meet face to face with Tom soon as he began feeling with the force someone using it themselves, he was sure they would detect him but that didn't matter they would be soon facing him. As he began heading down the tunnel trying to catch them.

The Warehouse District
Mirdirmorut's Warehouses
Allies: Any SJO, CSA or anyone else who calls for assistance [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Dorin Arkx"], [member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Darlyn Excron"], [member="Einon"], [member="Amari Deechi"], [member="Caedyn Arenais"], [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"], [member="Zylah Dvale"], [member="Krenis Skirata"], [member="Marina DeVoe"], [member="Jor Kvall"], [member="Alexandra Feanor"], [member="Lauri Törni"], [member="Darben Skirae"], [member="Robert Praxon"]
Enemies: FO, TSE forces [member="Konstantin Makarev"], [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Kyli DT-6767"]

The three foundry droids had been active and secretly producing since the fall of commenor and had a droid hoard ready for the taking. Add to that all the vehicles that had been left behind or brought to the planet afterwards it was a very sizeable and activating. Droids began boarding several vehicles that could carry them as they would be sent out ready to fight in the worst parts of the city. However the first wave to leave the district was explosive-huggers with a mix of attack-remote.

The huggers began jumping on sith vehicles and men running around that were away from civilians. The second wave would deal with those in more heavily populated areas. While this was happening the attack remotes swarmed any force users in these areas to make sure they would be to busy to much of anyone around them or any droids around them.

As a statement was sent across the system to all allied forces from genesis. "Hello from mirdirmorut, our droids and vehicles are on standby should you require any assistance please feel free to comm us to get any number of droids and tanks to show up and help. Our AA systems are already dealing with Sith Forces in the Air space and our droids have begun purging sith from less populated areas. I hope y'all have some fun because I am." As three squads of the aad-7 began taking out any sith fighters in the air space around the warehouse and would begin moving out from there. All was going as planned.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Secret passageways underneath the palace
Objective: Capture or eliminate: [member="Lady Kay"]
Enemies: Rebels [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Tom Taff"] [member="Effie Duanna"]
Allies: First Order [member="Luther Ando"] [member="Omari Vyken"] [member="Kyli DT-6767"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Primat Ren"]
Gear: Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Kyrel's Harbinger Saberstaff, Raiment of the Vigilant

Kyrel sensed that the Rebels that were attempting to liberate Commenor, those that he had sensed in the Force. Would soon be hot on his trail. He gritted his teeth. A scowl forming on his face, as he had to reach the Queen before his enemies reached him. Luckily with the layouts, he was given, the passageways, if he continued, would lead to the office. It would be the perfect spot to find the Queen quickly, and if not capture her. Then this pitiful Rebellion would end. One thing stood at the forefront of his mind. Commenor needed to be made an example of, it was clear the Sith could do nothing in holding the system and fled. But the First Order on the other hand. If they failed today, perhaps they would come in full force and when they did swift retribution would come for Commenor, but he couldn't think like that. He was the Enforcer of Ren. Sieger's mailed fist. He would put this rebellion to an end, or he would die trying if he had to. To him, this was yet another Rebellion.

He didn't know if there would be any more support if the Knights of Ren would be here with him. As far as he knew he was alone. One man on a mission against perhaps a hundred enemies. He could sense those that were strong in the Force. Common soldiers as he could say. Were no match for him, he could carve through a battalion within seconds. But those that were able to be a threat were the Jedi that had aided the Common people. As he walked through the darkness, hearing drop pods, and his force senses alerting him of the enemy. He was not sure if he would survive. As powerful as he was, he was surrounded. He was outnumbered, outgunned perhaps. But that does not mean he wasn't a force to be reckoned with.

Keeping his Force Signature hidden, although he had hated Stealth. He had to use his anonymity to his advantage. Lurking in the dark of the tunnels as if he was a rat scouring for food, he had to make it to the office quickly. It wasn't far given that he felt himself pass underneath the foyer, yet could sense waves of troops flooding in. He had no idea who. His comlink buzzed, a transmission coming in through a secure and encrypted First Imperial Channel. The one who spoke identified himself as [member="Konstantin Makarev"] his voice sounded tired but had a resolve that was notoriously found within all capable officers of the First Order, asking for anyone in the area to report in. He said through the sinister tone of his Vocabulater. "This is Kyrel. I am deep inside enemy lines underneath the palace. I am afraid I cannot come to assist you, I can only press forward in an attempt to end this Rebel threat as soon as I can. Hold out to the last man. My deepest regrets." He said as the transmission cut out. He had lost the signal.

It had seemed the embassy of the First Order was under siege by Rebels. As much as he wanted to aid them. It was too late to turn back. The enemy was undergoing efforts to secure the palace. This seemed like a one-way trip than anything else. He could only push forward, the dark side his ally. There was no turning back now, stepping forward in haste. He could see a door in his sights. Determination filling him. It was time to carry out his mission while he still could. His enemies not far behind him.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Location: Approaching palace, Commenor
Objective: Secure the place listed above, god save the queen
Allies: AiE/SJO/Commenor ([member="Amari Deechi"], [member="Kaine Australis"] (please don't take my legs again), [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], etc.)
Enemies: FO/TSE ([member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Luther Ando"], etc.)

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The revolution had begun.​

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Already, civilians were beginning to rise up, take arms, and emerge from their masks of obedience to openly rebel. Sith troopers were mobbed and beaten, their weapons and armor stolen from them and used to kill their comrades. Even the children and the elderly took part in the resistance, fueled by a undying allegiance to the Commenor Systems. As Rick and his soldiers closed in on the castle where the planet's monarchy resided in, the people of the city let out loud cheers and yelled encouragement to them until they were no longer in sight. The massing, patriotic crowds had been so efficient at warding off the Sith that Rick did not encounter another enemy for the last kilometer of road leading to the castle.

But as the gates came into detail, Rick felt a dark presence within the castle. He could not pinpoint an exact location, but knew it was close, possibly a kilometer or less away. The SJO-enlisted soldiers momentarily faltered, noticing the shift in Rick's pace.

"Sir, are you feeling okay?" asked one of them.

"There's a dark presence in the Force around here, and moving." Rick replied softly. "Something's in or approaching the castle, and I'm not sure what its intentions are."

Unable to respond, the soldiers simply continued down the road, with Rick resuming his usual pace. However, he was now slightly on edge. Another force, likely a Sith, also wanted to infiltrate the castle. Then, Rick came to a sudden realization. The Sith likely wanted to get into the castle so he could deny Rick the very objective him and his soldiers were working towards: Securing the palace and its queen.

At the gates, there were only six troopers left. As with the four troopers in the alley, Rick unleashed a Force push on all of them, sending them flying into the hard steel of the castle's gates. As he approached the unconscious bodies of the Sith soldiers, he realized that the gates to the castle of Commenor were locked, with a small slit intended for a chip to go through the means of opening them. Realizing this as well, Rick's squad began digging through the bodies. After a few seconds, a soldier rose with a thin, white, slightly bloodied chip in his hand. He quickly swiped the chip, and at once the gates slowly creaked open, revealing a magnificent castle behind them.

"Follow me. Stay close, stay alert. There's no telling what may be in there." It was an order and a warning at the same time, exposing how dire the situation was.

Cautiously, Rick and the nine soldiers with him entered the castle grounds.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

In the Streets of the Capital, approaching a Sith Garrison

Equipment: Blaster Pistol, Alexandra's Sabers, Alexandra's spear, Collapsible Staff

Allies: Commenor Side,
Enemies: Sith Side, FO Operatives (Possible individuals nearby: [member="Luther Ando"] )


Alexandra stopped in the street, looking up at the Palace and the fighting that was going on there. She wondered which path was quicker and needed to figure that out before she went further into the city. She did not intend to get into the middle of the fighting over the palace, instead wanting to reach compounds and eventually imperial command centers to take those out if she could. The problem is she was walking blind, not patched into any resistance forces.

She had to pause a few times as she walked through, pulling up maps of the city and figuring out where she was before she could continue, trying to avoid conflict. Something felt off though in this area, and she thought on the matter. It could be a danger and she soon implemented a small change to her appearance that was easy to achieve for her. Her eyes became milky white, sacrificing her physical sight and giving herself to the force, making her effectively blind and using the staff as a walking cane. It was unnecessary, able to see using the force, but it would keep her from unnecessary trouble and might even help her if she made it to one of the imperial compounds.

It was after she sacrificed her eyes that she saw those around her, or rather their connections to the force and she turned her head from side to side, seeing people huddled in their homes. After all, such a battle could not include a prior evacuation, that is simply impossible for a rebel force to do if they wanted the greatest chance of success. She wondered how many of these people might be caught in the crossfire, her answer coming to her when she sees the life leaving one in particular with another hunched over the person.

Alexandra stopped for a second, looking at the scene through the walls but ultimately continuing on, acting as if blind while she looked around and made her way through the city, her robes hiding any other weapon someone might see.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Outskirts of Chasin City
Objective: To aid Commoner's people
Wearing: slumming as a local
Interaction: none at this posting
Posts: 2



"No no...school's not over, Lena... " She replied to the little kindergartner whom she was assisting with a backpack.

Marina's kind and happy smile in the face of the child had tears welling up behind her eyes. But she did her best in keeping her heart from breaking. She had to hold fast to appear calm, serene and that everything wasn't suddenly life and death. Not for the children. Despite what was currently happening outside, the children shouldn't be made to cry.

"We're-
...gulp....we're going on a class trip..." She helped secure the school backpack on the little girl.

"Oh, hold on a second Robert... I'll help you with that!" She said, before tracing her hand on Lena's face, giving her a good wink and nod to assure her that her school backpack was all set. She then moved on over to Robert, who was criss-crossing the buckles.
"Here...see...." She knelt down, to get eye level with the little boy.
"...your hand here is closer to this..." She helped guide his hand. "...then you just snap it into that!"

Yes, all the children were putting on their school backpacks. Marina, Hazel and other school staffers from cafeteria staff to custodians were all helping the children put on their school backpacks.
Backpacks which they had brought with them everyday following the sith occupation on Commenor.
backpacks which their parents and guardians had instructions to prepare daily for the children. And they weren't packed with school holo-pads or crayons.

Commenor had prepared for this day. prepared in secret. prepared their minds, hearts and children for the inevitable day upon which Commenor would come together as one and defy, resist their oppressors. Commenor's greatest assets and future were their children. And they had been prepared by their parents. Every day could be the day and they sent off their children to school with heavy hearts that if that day was this day, that they may not see their children again, but knowing that they were to be scurried away from the conflicts.

Commenor had to be free and it meant that everyone had to do their part. Parents had been secretly prepared and instructed as to how to prepare their children on a daily basis. If the day were to come, the children would have the proper essentials, clothing, medicine, rations, water...and a coded holographic recording of their family. Much love, heartbreak, and HOPE went into these backpacks. These were their children's only hope, while they remained behind to fight the sith , the vermin infestation of their beloved Commenor. All that the people/parents would do, would be to secure freedom and a home for their children, their future.
And it were with heavy hearts that many knew that they would most likely perish in their endeavour , but would know that their children would live and live free again on their beloved Commenor.

Then the thunder was heard not to distant...then again.

Marina gragged hold of a child whom she was assisting and held that child for a moment. Oh how innocent they were, and what little did they know of the sacrifice their parents and family were about to make to secure their freedom.
"Oh I don't know...I just thought it was a good time for a hug.." She replied, to the child.

The thunder was heard again. This time it were closer. Only this storm which was ever drawing closer and closer were not of thunderclouds and rain.

"Oh wow...looks like everyone is ready for our class adventure..." The teacher was heard to say.

"Remember how we practiced...3 hold hands and one with your adventure aid. Remember, don't let go...not until your adventure aid says so...
Everyone ready?...everyone holding their adventure pal's hand?" The lead school teacher was giving everyone a last good look over.

"Nina...turn around. Your other hand-
That right...yes, like that." Marina made certain the children remembered the right way to hold hands. They were to all quickly leave the school grounds, and they had to do it in a quick and orderly fashion. No one was to be left behind or lost...God no.

The thunder was getting closer and the children were anxious. Marina held Lina's hand, who held Zack's hand, who the little boy in turn held Rusty's hand. Marina gave everyone, staff and children all about them a check. They all did to one another. There was no room for any mistakes or mishaps. not with the children in hand.
Everyone was a go and despite the fear in the adult's, their strength derived from the children's innocent faith in them that they were going on a class adventure. Marina bent down a moment and drew Lina's hand to give the little girl and Lina's hand to give it a kiss. marina would not fail the children..not fail any one of them...not onto death itself.

"Ok...everyone, remember how we practiced..." The lead teacher then said.

"Let go!"

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

Allies: Commenor and its allies
Enemies: All Sith and First Order members
Objective: Help evacuate palace and find Lady Kay
Equipment: Blaster and stun baton. Outfit.

It had been a while since she had been able to move freely throughout the Palace, hiding during much of the siege as a woman in charge of the palace staff. Many of these people were good people who just wanted to survive another day. More than once, Silfe had to keep them safe from Sith and Imperial masters who found this palace to be their own personal playground. Silfe had always been good at keeping the opposition calm. Her training and work as a Diplomat and a politician had certainly helped her and the staff of the palace from getting too hurt.

But she had felt a change in the air, not knowing how. She knew something was different and she needed to ... do what? Her brow wrinkled in concentration. Around her housekeeping staff were setting up their carts and beyond them, the kitchens. Before she knew what she was saying, she shouted, "Stop!"

Many looked at her in surprise and some in fear, pausing in their duties. Some beyond her, in the kitchen, continued their work. For a moment, she watched them as they watched her, not understanding but feeling it just the same. "Stop. Everyone. Stop what you are doing and go to the shelters now."

There was some advantage to having been occupied by Imperial forces, the staff that heard her didn't hesitate. The dropped their folded sheets, cleaning rags and sprays and left quickly, causing some concern from kitchen staff who had finally started noticing the change in their housekeeping coworkers. Silfe stepped forward towards the kitchen and repeated her orders. Stoves were shut off, food was taken off burners and left on counters. Everyone began the scramble. No one wanted to die.

Then she grabbed a bundle from under a desk which held a blaster and a stun baton, turned and walked out, leaving them to do what they knew they must, hide and take shelter.


As she approached one of the large bay balconies outside one of the halls, she could see the sun setting in a brilliance of oranges and deep warm and rich browns and golds. It was a breathtaking sight... or would be if there weren't fighting in the skies above. Silfe left the sight then, an admiration for another time, and made her way to [member="Lady Kay"]'s office.


[member="Effie Duanna"] [member="Tom Taff"] [member="Caedyn Arenais"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Lauri Törni"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Darben Skirae"]

Stardust fired at the enemy, her face was hidden but underneath she grinned, not ashamed she was enjoying this one bit. They continued to hound whoever dared attempt to stop them while keeping careful of civvies trying to flee the area. Stopping a minute stardust gave the area a look over spotting the palace within eye sight as she nodded to herself

Theyd liberate the queens palace and get her out

move forward! We retake the palace! Onwards for the queen and commenor!

She called out and waved her troops forward as they worked I to the city turning from open to urban combat quickly as troops started spreading out. Taking cover behind walls or any speeders left by fleeing people. Meanwhile stardust was leading the charge into the city standing proud, the colors of commenor om her and the symbol of Australis upon her armor

 

[Amari Deechi]

Location: Arriving on Commenor
Objective: Help secure the palace
Complement: Full UFARB Deployment
Equipment: UFARB kit, EKR-20
Allies: [member="Gerad Naahan"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Tom Taff"] | [member="Robert Praxon"] | Other Commenori & Allies
Enemies: [member="Konstantin Makarev"] | [member="Luther Ando"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | Dirty Sithbois & Girls


Showtime.

The craft were already taking fire as they approached the atmospheric limit, but they were built to take hits and keep on slogging forward. Flying Tanks, one of the sergeants under his command had once called them, and the man wasn't entirely wrong to assess them as such, especially now as a heavy blow rocked the ship carrying Amari.

"Final equipment checks, boys and girls," he said in a matter-of-fact tone, his own attention already on the EKR-20 rifle he'd be carrying into battle. Everything was in order, not surprising as he'd triple-checked it before boarding, but you could never be too safe. 'Your weapon is your life,' his drill sergeant in basic training had instructed him all those years ago when he first joined the Umbaran militia. It was a sentiment he worked to put into the heads of every man and woman under his command.

"Entering atmosphere now," the pilot droid stated in its robotic affect, a small shake to the craft acting as punctuation to the remark. "Incoming ground fire will be a problem however it will not be too much of an issue."

Without response, Amari continued with his final preparations. His eyes drifted over to Corporal Isai, one of the younger soldiers in his outfit, as she fiddled with the strap holding her ammunition pouches. Her expression was hidden by the helmet of their uniform armor, but he could tell she was afraid. She'd be a fool not to be.

"Steady, Corporal," he said directly to her, drawing the young trooper's attention. "We'll get through this."

Chatter came over the ship's comms, sounds that Amari could hear from his position in the troop bay near the cockpit. The other ships were taking heavy fire as well, though none so much as one of the EFRs that had been carrying an IAT. When word came through that one of the four had been hit hard by ground fire and was going down, the Umbaran sighed. Their first casualties of the day, and it likely wouldn't be the last.

"Sergeant Cara and Corporal Hauk were on that ship. We'll have time to mourn our fallen brothers after. There's a mission to carry out today."

It wasn't much longer before they passed over the city itself, and Amari could hear the ship's automated rotary cannons deploying and begin firing at ground emplacements, targets of opportunity. A quick look through the cockpit afforded him the sight of a large crane ([member="Kyli DT-6767"]) which they buzzed with a close pass before lowering to landing elevation. It was a tight fit along the street, but clearly these pilot droids were skilled. A dull thud rang out as the ship made its landing not far from the palace.

"Let's move!" Amari barked through comms as the landing ramp dropped, two squads flooding forth before Amari and his squad followed suit.

Directly ahead of them a small pack of Sith troopers had taken notice and begun firing on them, with Corporal Yessk taking a blaster shot to his side. It was a lucky thing their armor carried with it krykna hide coats, as the hide absorbed the full power of the shot without so much as a grunt from the man. Amari raised his rifle to target the hostiles forward, lining up the electronic sight with the one who'd fired and pulling the trigger, launching a 20mm slug at a small fraction of lightspeed via electromagnets. Delivery to target was nearly instant, and before Amari had time to even remove his finger from the trigger, the poor sap on the end of his sights had been robbed of his entire left leg, a crumpled heap still alive yet crippled as a comrade reached for his arm to pull him to safety.

Safety, however, wouldn't be achievable for the enemy. The EDR's rotary blaster cannons had picked up on the hostiles and began flooding their position with rapid blaster fire. The one Amari had dropped was killed quickly, and the others soon after, unable to hide from the massed fire.

"Squads, begin working towards the palace," the Umbaran ordered as the majority of the troopers under his command had exited the ship, just as their comrades in other nearby streets would be doing. "Eliminate any hostiles, Sith and First Order alike. Pilot, the last four squads will remain in the craft. Drop them on the rooftop of the high building two blocks forward from this position. Once they're deployed you and the other landing craft will get airborne and strike at hostiles on the ground as close air support."

"Understood."

A buzzing sound came over his comms, a message from the EDR pilots. "Sir, three of the four IATs have been successfully deployed at the edge of the city and begun their mission underground. There is also something else you should know."

"Spit it out, what is it?"

"Mandalorians, sir. We've observed a significant amount of Mandalorian soldiers and equipment in the skies and along the ground within the city. They are engaging with the Sith forces."

He almost couldn't believe it. Amari let out a cynical grunt, rolling his eyes. "Of course they'd be here."

"Should we engage, sir?"

"Negative. If they're engaging the Sith in numbers it'll make our job here easier. Leave them alone unless they fire on our assets, understood?"

"Understood, sir."

Well this should be interesting. Amari's last engagement with the Mandalorians over Umbara had left him thoroughly averse to them as a whole. But if they were fighting his enemies here, then at least for today they weren't a concern. And if they became one, he did have those baradium explosive rounds.

"This is Captain Amari Deechi of the Silver Jedi UFAR battalion," he said after switching his comms to a local channel, hoping to hail friendlies in the area. "We're deploying around the palace to intercept and clear Sith troopers as they come. [member="Lady Kay"] if you're hearing this, I repeat, we are here to help."

Just as he finished, he could hear the dropship behind lifting off, and turned his attention to the task at hand.


Assets

Spoiler

4 EDR-4100s
3 EFR-4100s
3 IATs
320 UFARB troopers

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: The Outskirt's off Chasin City
Obective: Kick the Sith off Commenor
Nearby: [member="Caedyn Arenais"]

It was finally time, the weeks of hiding away on the outskirts of the city playing the role of cowed citizens were finally over. To be fair, it hadn’t been that hard to play the role, the sheer presence of the Sith, the callous disregard of their armed forces and even the way that the very citizens of Chasin city had seemed to loose the will to fight, wanting to scurry away rather than stand up to the Sith had cast an oppressive fog over the city. It had been all too easy to avoid using the force so she didn’t have to feel that pressure pushing down on her senses, the pressure she was ure existed for all occupied nations, especially those who had seen acity full of friends and colleagues destroyed to give a message. The scars of the sith attack had run deep and would take time before the population could put it behind them, but today was the start of the healing process…hopefully. Well it was either that or the day they finally bit off more than they could chew.

Asaraa hadn’t been present when Caedyn had contacted his father, to let him know that they’d snuck onto the planet and tried to rescue the Queen. Tried, that had been…well a more successful than normal attempt at sneaking, they couldn’t be held to blame that Lady Kay had decided to stay where she was. The honest truth was the pink-haired padawan had to respect the queen’s fortitude, she’d chosen to stya in the palace where she was constantly spied on, where her every moment was observed because she thought it was the best thing for her people. Asaraa couldn’t say that she’d have done the same if she was in the woman’s place. She could see the way that her friend had struggled with his mother’s decision, and was glad she was here when the go notification came in from his father, if only to see the way his shoulders shifted back, as if a weight had been lifted from them. Not that it stopped him from trying to convince her to sneak away from the fighting before it had started.

A wry smile tugged up the girl’s lips as she waved down at herself, gesturing at the Fate’s Dance, her combat outfit she’d had o smuggle off the ship over the last few weeks along with her weapons so as not to gather any undue attention. “Really? But I just got all dressed up fo the ball too.” A soft laugh escaped her lips as she gave a spin, the material of her split skirt flaring out for a moment as her bare feet danced across the floor. “I’m not going to leave you to deal with all this by yourself,” came the assurance as the girl settled herself on a seat, reaching for one of her boots, slipping her feet into the stiff material of the footware, securing the coverings to her leg as she reached for her other boot. “Without me around to watch your back you’d probably go do something stupid and heroic and I’m just starting to get used to having you around," she teased, “so you might as well face it, you’re stuck with me.” Wiggling her toes inside their protective covering the girl pushed herself up, reaching for the Kervanos and the Svalinn where they lay against the wall. “I’m here because I want to be Cae, what the Sith did here was wrong, and I want to help put it right. And well, you know, leaving you forever in my debt doesn’t seem like such a bad idea either…though after this don’t forget you owe me a trip somewhere where people aren’t trying to kill us. Preferably somewhere you know, relaxing.” A bright playful grin light up Asaraa’s face as she secured her sword and shield to her back, instinctively checking the pistols at her hips. “Well your highness, the dance’s just getting started,” she held out one glover hand as her blue eyes twinkled mischievously, “care to escort a girl to the ball?”

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Allies: [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Dorin Arkx"], [member="Effie Duanna"], [member="Tom Taff"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], Commenor's allies,
Enemies: Those who support the Sith Empire, [member="Konstantin Makarev"] probably, possibly [member="Kyli DT-6767"] too.
Commoner: The gate to the FO embassy. I think.

Well, entrance complete, what now? Darlyn genuinely hadn't considered his plan beyond making it to the planet below... he usually had a more solid objective in mind yet here he'd neglected to consider that he might actually make it planet side. Well, he suspected the Mandalorians and other forces were going to handle Chasin, and knowing the Sith they'd probably be focused most on that and Kay at the palace. Which left him to handle... frankly whatever he felt like. Well that wasn't very helpful now was it?

HE was about a kilometer from the FO embassy, though. Further to the Palace. Maybe he'd go make sure the FO knew their place, and borrow a car. Yeah, at least that was a plan. Darlyn adjusted his obscene collection of guns, and began to make his way towards the FO embassy. HE didn't really try to seem threatening, but he was also heavily armed with thick plates of mandalorian armor, a majestic cape, and making a beeline towards the embassy. Frankly he didn't seem non-threatening. "They probably aren't going to shoot me though. Probably."

It was a lengthy walk, made more so by a slight detour he took to, dissuade, a few Sith troopers making their way towards the frontlines. Charric hand cannon and DL-18 in hand, he had himself a nice little gunfight. He spent perhaps a minute or two to toy with them, using his thick plates of armor for protection, though sadly he had to ensure it didn't take too long to get to talking politely with the FO embassy. So, he brought his kill counter from zero to three, before stashing the weapons back away. NO reason he couldn't have a little fun on the job at least...

Eventually he made his way up to the Embassy gate, or about as close as he believed he could get without immediately finding a hole drilled into him, his armor, or the ground around him. Well, he was here, so... hmm. He still had a connection to the EBS right? Worth a shot. "Excuse me, this is Minister Excron at your gates First Order. Would you be opposed to a polite discussion of your state of affairs here? Could be fun, enlightening even."

Spoiler

Firearms

"The Death Special"

Punisher Pistol

FAF Hussar Flechette Pistol

HC Mallet Charric Hand Cannon

AP Dragoon Heatbeam Pistol

S-3 Mangler Sonic Pistol

CMP Doctor Holdout Disruptor Pistol

Drifter Class Shotgun

Lightsabers

The Lightsaber of Exar Kun (Canon)

Darlyn's 'Hunter' Lightsaber

Armor

Mandalore The Ultimate's Armor

 

[Ariealla Vareldi]

Objective: Help evacuate palace and find Lady Kay
Equipment: Saberstaff, Obbligatto sith sword, Regalia, Royal Cape,


"My My, expecting something my dear?" The voice would become immediately apparent to [member="Silfe Sosuri"], as she'd likely have to look around for the source. Unfortunately, the source was cloaked, not in cloth, but in bent light itself, obscuring her near completely from view. If she was paying attention, she may notice the faint, shimmering outline of a body walking around her, from behind her, to the front where she had been making her way. That would be the moment it dropped, revealing Ariealla, donned in her extravagant dress and cape, weapons strapped to her hip. Her eyes, with their special contacts, kept their indigo orbs focused on her, and despite lacking in stature compared to the diplomat, it was hardly a secret what she had to be.

Sith.

"Trouble perhaps? Best to speak to the Queen then would it not?" An overly sweet smile, melodic tones to her voice... Perhaps she might recognize either if she spent much time observing those around the Palace. Ariealla had made a habit of spending time here, after all. "Fortuitously for you, I was already making my way there. So you have an escort, quite the delightful turn of events is it not?"[/color

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

Silfe had been quiet. She had been careful. Though she was armed, there was no guarantee that she wouldn't run into one of the Sith sent here. She had felt that thick lump in her middle that often accompanied trouble these days and Silfe knew things weren't good. Whatever was happening, she wanted to be careful so it was a complete surprise as she was sneaking through the vast halls of the Palace, that she would hear a voice from seemingly nowhere and with no body accompanying it.

The former Minister skidded to a halt and looked around, her blaster aiming where she was looking. While Silfe was not entirely versed in what a Sith or Jedi could do, she knew at least vague and popular theories and therefore saw the outline of the body after a moment. The ripple in the air was enough of a difference to see it for someone who was now actively looking for it. When it was [member="Ariealla Vareldi"] who appeared, Silfe let out the breath she had been holding and lowered her blaster a little. She had not met the woman before, but she had seen her around and had heard the staff of the Palace talk candidly about Ariealla.

Commenor was a neutral place, despite it having been attacked now by the First Order and the Sith and Silfe knew this woman was one of the Sith who were welcome here. Slowly, Silfe relaxed more in the woman's presence. "I am not sure what I am expecting to be honest. I just expect.... something." This newfound complication in her life, this strange ability to know but not really know was quite annoying to her. "I definitely would feel better if I were to see the queen So yes, It is fortuitous. I am not enough of a warrior to fight what might be coming. She will need her allies but I don't know why. Do you?"