The Abyssal Zone (GA vs. OS: Invasion of Dulvoyinn)

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Mess Decks, Titan
Allies: [member="Crystal"]
Enemies: [member="Sal Katarn"] | [member="Glavo Pahro"]

"I can't elaborate. I saw you, for about three seconds. Nothing else."

The Sith Lord merely rolled his eyes at that statement. What did she want...closure after the countless decades since they were even remotely involved romantically? To say that she was friendly with his ex-wife would be an accurate statement, but to say that he was friends with her was another matter entirely.

"So what's the battle about? Anything fun?"

The part of Crystal's inquiry that followed was completely swallowed by the sound of an explosion rocking the massive vessel nearby. For a brief moment, the bulkheads shook violently and several items in the galley behind the mess decks could be heard crashing to the ground. However, like any military vessel, the crew had gone about setting a series of air and watertight boundaries in preparation for combat action. The mess decks, for the time being remained one large boundary, but it would take a minimal amount of effort to clear into the rest of the ship.

The depressurization that had occurred on the mess deck below and to the opposite side of the vessel only registered in Cameron's psyche through the sound of more klaxons and general announcements indicating that the ship's hull had been breached in a boarding action. Which, naturally, meant a number of troopers would be heading in that general direction in short order. Lovely.

Shifting his attention back to Crystal, Cameron shrugged. "Can you not sense it?" Typical good guy versus bad guy. Though he could at least give the Galactic Alliance credit for being more capable than the Republic...sort of. The light side always seemed to attract a lot of the children in the galaxy. Idealistic children that believed good vibes and a big heart could see them through. For a brief moment, he wondered if the blonde, [member="Loske Matson"], he'd met previously would be around. The girl that was curiously similar to an old friend.

Spoiler

[member="Cath Lorr"]

 

[Raien Keth]

Location: Approaching the Fondor’s Aegis via shuttle, a distance out yet.
Mission: Breach the shield in focused fire, be the first cannon fodder wave, allowing more stable landings for [member="Isamu Baelor"]
Allies: OS Navy
Enemies: To be determined.

Personal Squad Fluff:
5 Giant Massassi Sith Spawn, Tomb Guardians, Large but Basic Melee Weapons/Patch Armor
Background Flavor Fluff
250 Biodroids MK2’s - Byss Hive, using GA DNA Templates
Background Space Fluff:

Spoiler

Transports Flarestar-Class Attack Shuttles, Central
Bombers, Assaulting
Fighters, Screening, Escorting

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVH91f3GLmM​

Fuel for the fire again came before the Sith Code. To be burned in the creation of stronger Sith.​

Once more Krayt’s last memories stirred within the armor, demanding dominance among the other Sith Lord’s memories inside of it, seeding of conflicts yet to come. Keth’s eyes opened, and he ripped himself from his rest, pulling the spiked vong, durasteel armored mix from the wall and shredding its metal supports in the process.

INTERUPTIONS

Five giant Red Massassi Sith Spawn, a handful of Krayt’s younger tomb guardians with him roared in unison, seeing movement from within the reborn armor, holding their giant axes and mauls high. The red hulking creations covered in tough outer skin and standard durasteel patches. Each mirrored Keth’s tattooed skin if not for the vong spikes claiming his own mortal shell. Many biodroids chittered and scratched at their surroundings, each bearing minor resemblance of the Galactic Alliance’s own men and prisoners, those he had taken upon Coruscant to create the latest generation of terror troops.

Across his now deformed hand, the weighty vong maul replacing the appendage was held for inspection, while his clawed saber, edge of truth resting upon his hip dripped with its own anticipation at yet more wars untold ahead. Certain pyromancers proving worth his latest attentions had given him his new, improved hand, something he had yet to crush many skulls with.

While the metal space giants slugged it out with laser, missile and lives burned up in decisions of positional dominance. Ahead waves of Ki SB Bombers began to focus fire on the aft quarter of the Belsar Class Fondor’s Aegis, precisely toward their engines yet not on top of them, looking to avoid any redundant shield generators covering its vital systems, aiming higher. Keth was nothing if not methodically thorough in his planning.

Unlike Kylath there was nothing subtle about Keth’s approach. Just a ton of man, machine and other troops heading straight for the flagship, him in the center as always. At home in the conflict, far enough yet behind for the fighters and bombers to let them focus fire and start to create breach for the shuttles. No doubt many would die in the first waves launched at that behemoth, which is why the rookie pilots and his expendable droids coming after them preceded anything overly valuable such as [member="Isamu Baelor"]'s landing.

As with times before his slumber, Darth Surtr would show them all how safe a big ship wasn’t.

Gear:
Edge of Truth lightsaber | Heavy Vong Spiked Maul grown in place of his left hand | Krayt’s Reborn Armor

 

[Matthew Robinson]

Location: ANS Belshazzar
Objective: Defend and patch wounds, yell at Glavo eventually
Allies: GA [member="Bryce Bantam"]
Enemies: OS - come at me, bro! Err, or ma'am

"Does this make me look fat?" Matt's crooked teeth offered a crooked grin through the space helmet.

"Do all Undergrounders -whatever-you're-called-now think they're funny?" The medical assistant threw up her hands in exasperation. Her name was June and she smelled like flowers.

"No, just me." Matt peeled the helmet off and attached it to his belt.

"This isn't a time to mess around. I don't care if you went to medical school. We have those helmets for a specific reason. There could be a breach. This is serious."

"Alright, alright, I'm with you." Matt responded. June huffed and began going through the bacta supplies.

"But if I was completely honest with you, white is not your color." She smirked. Matt grinned.

Matt knew Bryce was onboard somewhere. The Alliance got two for the price of one. Stepping out of MedBayD7, he comm'd his buddy up.

"How're the repairs looking, Bryce?"

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Location: The Paladin
Objective: 2
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Galactic Alliance

The void of space was alive with movement. Ignited energy screamed across the expanse in silent voices, crashing into behemoths and shaking their foundations, throwing debris and wreckage into the stars. Amidst the combat soared a vessel under the name of The Paladin. It neared the front lines of the dance among the stars, crewmen and women running about to their various stations in anxious and vigorous preparation for the coming assaults. The Paladin was no where near the size of some of the other ships in the combat, but it bristled with weaponry designed to combat capital ships, and it's crew was eager to finally taste combat.

The ship's captain approached his Sith commander, confusion alive upon his face, "Sir, are we not going to be attacking the Belshazzar?" A pair of deck officers spun slightly, intently awaiting the response of the Arue'tii. He considered for a very brief moment, eyes scanning out the viewport towards the enemy vessels before shaking his head, "No. I'm afraid that the honor for that engagement will go to another. We shall do our best to defeat the enemies here." Captain Jones nodded solemnly, accepting the orders, but very obviously deflated after being told that he had no chance of securing the honor of defeating the Belshazzar. The deck officers also elicited a gentle sigh, but returned obediently to their work.

The Bridge erupted into rapid status reports as they finally reached the front lines. Abelain simply stared off at the line of vessels, and wondered for a brief moment who the commanders aboard them were, and why they fought for their doomed cause.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Location: Immortal Titan[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Allies: One Sith[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Enemies: Galactic Alliance[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Gear: Armour, 2x lightsabers, and 2x fighting kinves strapped to her legs. See signature for links.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Infidels were among the top three things Annaliese hated, the other two being boredom and time away from her beloved which much to her annoyance, she was experiencing two of the three with the third incoming. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Ugh, you again.” Were the first words that had left her mouth when she saw that her supervising Inquisitor wasn’t her beloved Reinhard but the same man who had accompanied her during the One Sith’s invasion of the Galactic Republic’s Togoria. At least being apart from Reinhard meant that time she was able to spend with her love was all the more precious, Annaliese thought in an attempt to see the silver lining in what seemed to her to be a dark cloud.

“Shall we look for them or do we let them come to us?” The Inquisitor asked breaking the period of silence between the two that had been in place after Annaliese's disappointed remark. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Let’s wait.” was Annaliese's reply. “The cockroaches will find us eventually and we will be ready to step on them and end their sorry little lives when they come that is, unless they lose their way and take too long.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]"I guess you've never heard the phrase 'patience is a virtue.'" The man said with a sigh. Today is going to be a long and tiring day, he thought to himself.[/SIZE]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhIS4FdS7co​

Location: Aboard the Tactical Primeval-class Star Destroyer, Ruination
Objective: Board the ANS Fondor's Aegis
Allies:

• The One Sith
• [member="Isamu Baelor"]

Enemies:

• The Alliance

Fluff:

• Two Battalions of Zero-G Blackblade Guardsmen

Armament:

• Pressurized Variant of the Tyrant Armor
• Sith Shuk'orok
• Curved Sith Lightsaber
• Gabriel's Stolen Lightsaber
• Primordial Signet Ring

The trap had been sprung. For many weeks, even months, the Empire and the Alliance have tip-toed around one another, launching lightning-fast skirmishes into each other's territory and pulling away before an actual fight could begin. But now it was all about to come to a head, the Alliance had been lured into a trap in the Dulvoyinn system and had been forced to engage Task Force Cerberus' Fang, held in place by several interdictors. Among the many warships that now thundered forward to engage the Alliance ships was the Ruination, the personal flagship of Darth Vornskr; Ecclesiarch of the Sith Order, which now continued unhindered on an approach vector that would bring it perilously close to the Alliance flagship, Fondor's Aegis, with its multitude of turbolasers and ion cannons firing in staccato intervals to pepper the enemy shields with what could only be described as a maelstrom of hate and fury.

Meanwhile; deep within the hold of the gargantuan warship sat the foul commander of this vessel, sitting cross-legged in a dimly lit room swirling with incense that billowed out from smoldering braziers hung from the ceiling and walls. Despite the darkness and his solitude the Sith was not truly alone, for a multitude of voices echoed from the foggy perimeter of the chamber all whispering the same hateful nonsense and esoteric blasphemies. The shadows seemed to swirl around the Sith Lord, saturating his scarred flesh with blackness as his breathing become more labored, his eyes moving wildly behind tightly shut lids as the Dark Side crawled its way through his body and soul.

Not even the thunderous booms of enemy fire slamming against the shields and hull could rouse him from his stupor, his mind envisioning dark landscapes far beyond the crowded void of the space battle he was currently embroiled in. At last a voice whispered into his ear, it is time, and he was finally awoken to the sounds of blaring klaxons and muted booms and rumbles. It was the sound of scrambling panic, of determined men and women putting all of their effort and will into the destruction of the Empire's hated enemies, and it was the sound of hundreds upon hundreds being cast into the fire of their doom on both sides of this nightmarish conflict.

It was the sound of war.

Vornskr allowed himself a giddy smile as he rose from where he had been sitting for the past several hours, stretching his ligaments and muscles before finally grabbing his pair of lightsabers off of a padded dais pushed up against the distant wall and proceeded to exit the shadowy chamber. Navigating the labyrinthine halls of the Ruination was second nature to him, and despite his monolithic body he easily avoided scrambling officers, technicians, and pilots as they went about their duty. It was the hanger he sought, where two entire battalions of Blackblade Guardsmen in pressurized armor stood assembled in neat columns with weapons at ease. However; at the sight of their Lord approaching they all flashed a closed-fist salute in unison, and all uttered a single word: "Pergaleas!" The Sith word for victory, and a unifying call to arms as they all prepared to kill and be killed for the glory of the Empire and Vornskr.

Vornskr returned the salute, and proceeded to slide the pressurized helmet in place over his head and allowed it to link up with the rest of his suit. He, and his soldiers, were now protected from the harsh vacuum of space, and as if on cue the bay doors to the hanger slowly opened with a mechanical whine to reveal the great chasm of emptiness between the Ruination and the Fondor's Aegis. The constant bombardment against the Fondor's Aegis' shields had opened a gap wide enough for Vornskr and his soldiers to infiltrate the hull, but that gap wouldn't be there for much longer as the Ruination continued on its vector away from the flagship.

"ATTACK!"

Vornskr was the first to leap through the threshold, the Force propelling him out into the void with astonishing speed, followed shortly by his soldiers equipped with jetpacks that allowed them to follow behind their Lord on a lazy trajectory down towards the enemy warship's hull. During the descent they were beset by the warship's defenses, laser blossoming out from hidden nooks to spear the Blackblades as they descended, or annihilate them as they scrambled across the hull. Vornskr was one of the first to land, his sunfire blade ignited and cutting into the outer layer of the hull so that he may enter. With a final circular cut the hull gave way, and the Sith Lord discarded the refuse with a flick of his wrist to send it hurtling off into the unknown. With a flourish of his blade he rallied the Blackblade to attack, and dropped down into the ship's corridors.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Location: Aboard ANS Belshazzar

Objective: Preparing to launch

Allies: GA/Rogue Squadron [member="Berric Kelso"] [member="Loske Matson"] Choli Vyn [member="Encouragement Gets"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Areiana Slayer"] [member="Lucius Varad"]

Wingman!: [member="Alexandra Russo"]

Enemy: OS [member="Kylath Connar Amadis"] | [member="Raien Keth"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] -- we only want to engage space things. If/ When you board, don't mind us! xD

Equipment: T-70 X-wing

Background GA NPC fluff -- whatever other fighter squadrons that carrier has xD I cannot be arsed to keep up. Just pretend they are there.

---

The hum of Choli Vyn's engines roared to life. A flick of a tan gloved hand snapped toggles up, HUD blooming to life in front of her. Her right foot began to shake, adrenaline already pumping hot through her veins. This was it. It was happening. It was happening now.

[ Flight control, this is Rogue Seven. All prepped and ready to burn lines. ] her voice would crackle towards flight control, while another flick of a toggle switched it to her wingman. [ Rogue Eleven, I'm golden. Got your back. ]

​

A chirp and a whistle echoed within her helmet. It was R2-D9, her Pebbledrone astromech helping her along for the ride.

"Yeah, just keep a look out." a quick series of chirps and a short hoot quipped back.

"Yeah well, I'll try not to get shot." a long string of perturbed binary did not sound happy, and Cho gave a wicked grin.

"Okay, try not to get both of us shot."

LAUNCH READY IN THREE...

TWO...

ONE.

Four cerulean cones burned bright as her X-Wing shot forward. Rogue Squadron launched into the black.

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

Sector Two
Aboard the ANS Majesty
Allies: [member=Reshmar] [member="Gir Quee"]

Spoiler: Fleets

Fleet 9958m:

Class	Name	Shields	Status
Solo-class	Majesty	100%	Good
Solo-class	Lancer	100%	Good
Kerrigan-class	Righteous Indignation	100%	Good
Kerrigan-class	Redoubtable	100%	Good
Kerrigan-class	Blaze	100%	Good
Scythe-class	Arms Race	100%	Good
Thranta-class	Beacon	100%	Good
Thranta-class	Defender	100%	Good
Hammerhead-class	Virtuous	100%	Good
Hammerhead-class	Valourous	100%	Good
Hammerhead-class	Exemplar	100%	Good
]GR-90E	Hornet	100%	Good
Leviathan-class	Architeuthis	100%	Good
MC225	Atropos	100%	Good

In Hangars:

Strike-class	Direct Approach	100%	Good
Strike-class	Watchful	100%	Good
Strike-class	Agility	100%	Good
Strike-class	Gambler	100%	Good
Strike-class	Swift	100%	Good
Strike-class	Juneau	100%	Good
Fighters	276	X-Wings, etc.
Bombers	48	Y-Wings, etc.
Interceptors	48	A-Wings, etc.
Elite Fighters	24	B-Wings, etc.
Gunships	48	Inimica

[/fleet]

"Ma'am, the Fondor's Aegis and Belshazzar cannot disengage."

"Then they're on their own," Irys replied stoically. There was a brief ruffle of her fur as she considered the situation before her. It was clear the Sith had known they were hitting the system. She tried to imagine the situation from their perspective. They had stretched far into the western reaches of space, this system was of tactical importance but held little value in of itself. If the Alliance took it they could cut off supplies to the rest of Sith space and deal with those worlds one by one. That chain ended in Panatha. They had a long campaign ahead of them if they achieved victory today, it would take a great deal of ships just to hold the picket. If Irys was a Sith commander, she would have left enough vessels here to draw in the Alliance attack and then sent another force into Alliance space as a counter attack. Perhaps even to Fondor itself.

“Tactical display, show me what we’re up against,” Irys called. The bridge was a living breathing organism of its own now. Messages passed back and forth between the different chains. The scanners of the fleet were the senses and right now Irys needed information to make decisions. Tevv had his own problems to deal with.

“Tactical strength similar to our own, can’t resolve any individual designations yet Ma’am.”

“Very well. Hold us here in the centre. I want the Lancer, Redoubtable, Righteous Indignation and Blaze around us. I want the Blaze and Arms Race prepared to launch down one flank with their own force. Keep the Hornet in close and scanning. I want the Architeuthis away from the main fleet ready to make its silent run, use point to point comms with them only, I don’t want to give away their position. Once the Strike-class vessels are launched have them join the picket with the Hammerheads and Thrantas.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Out on the edge of the system she could barely make out the lights on the hulls of her ships. Dark grey knives that hung menacingly in the bleak void of space. They would descend upon the Sith soon enough. The formation blossomed like a rose towards the light of the star. A three-dimensional formation that strove to limit to approach vectors of enemy bombers, the greatest threat to their fleet right now. Soon they’d break into smaller formations and delegate control down the chain. Finally everything would be brutal ship to ship fighting. There was no time to waste today, no luxury afforded for a cautious approach.

That suited Irys just fine.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

ANS Fondor's Aegis

Taeli closed her eyes, ignoring the sounds of the bridge and the men mobilizing to defend the ship from boarding actions. The enemy would be coming; they would need to disable or destroy this ship to cripple the Alliance attack. Yes, it had been a trap, but the Alliance wasn't about to back down and turn tail. The hustle and bustle faded as she called the Force to her, letting it flow around and through her as she calmed herself. The dark side was rife here though, and certain flashes of malevolent power crossed her senses. Several powerful Sith were here among the enemy forces, not surprising really, but they would be coming.

One of those presences was on the nearby enemy ship that was approaching on a vector. Turbolasers and ion cannon batteries exchanged fire, the shields blossoming and the ship shaking as it took a pounding from the enemy and gave just as good back. The presence was familiar... only one Sith had that sort bloodlust about them. [member="Darth Vornskr"] was out to play.

Turning to Admiral [member="Sieb Tevv"], she said, "We're about to have company. We should lock down all vital areas." With that, she spun on her heel and left the bridge for a more central location. She wanted to be in a place where she could actually intercept enemies as they appeared. Tapping her comlink, she alerted the droids she had brought along with her. 50 Harbinger Droids were on board and ready to assist the Alliance marines to repel the boarders. The crew for a Solo-class Command ship was typically between 3000 and 42,000 and about a quarter of that would be marines for the defense in case of boarding. It was going to be a long slough in the defense. She just hoped the other Jedi on board were ready as well.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Location: Flight Deck of the ANS Belshazzar.
Objective: Pre-Flight Preparations.
Allies: Galactic Alliance, Rogue Squadron. [ 4: [member="Berric Kelso"] | 5: [member="Loske Matson"] | 7: [member="Choli Vyn"] | 8: [member="Encouragement Gets"] | 9: @Asmus Janes | 10: [member="Areiana Slayer"] | 11: [member="Alexandra Russo"] | 12: [member="Lucius Varad"]]
Enemy: The One Sith. [member="Darth Vornskr"] ‘s blackblades
Equipment: TX-110 X-wing Starfighter, CC13 Rifle, Westar sidearm

“Why the hell…is she in pieces?!” Asmus called incredulously. Everyone else in the squadron was settling into their fighters. Most of his was arrayed across the floor of the deck. Technicians surrounded it, looking puzzled.

“We don’t know,” one of them confirmed.

“She failed the diagnostics when we brought her to launch position. Six red flags and we can’t track down the cause.”

“Well what am I flying then?”Asmus asked. His stomach seemed to drop. To be ground and watch his squadron flying out there without him, perhaps dying without his aid, that was a bitter pill to swallow.

One of the technicians shrugged. “We’re not going to get her space worthy within the next few hours.”

“My ship, the old prototype we rebuilt,” Asmus reasoned. “It was being tested, where is it?”

“Over in the port hangar, but she isn’t cleared for official use yet.”

“Like I care!” Asmus called and he was already running.

---

The young pilot was breathing hard as he took his ship through pre-flight checks. Someone had been running some debugging software over the firmware and he’d thrown their computer out of the cockpit unceremoniously. They could haul him over the coals for this after the battle was done. All four engines provided forwards and rear thrust in a quick check. The ultra-manoeuvrable TX-110 had the engines out on the ends of the pylons, which were locked in place to handle the additional torque. In return the vessel was able to turn on its axis with impunity. Being behind this vessel was no guarantee of safety.

“Fighter command, patch me into the Rogues!” Asmus called as he lifted up from the deck.

“Roger that Janes,” came the reply, much to his surprise. He’d expected a query on why he was taking off, perhaps even a challenge and order to stay grounded.

“Rogue Nine,” came the voice of One. “Got some Zero-G troops on the Aegis. Lots of incoming shuttles. Join formation when you can, but get over there quickly.”

Asmus pushed the engines to their limits as he shot out of the hangar. Rogue Squadron was already engaged with the enemy escorts, trying to get at the boarding shuttles. He rotated a small knob to adjust his scanners to actively scan for smaller targets, as if homing on cool-running torpedoes. Sure enough a series of red tracks appeared across his HUD.

“Computer, lock onto those signals!” he called. His thumb flicked up the release catch on his repeating laser cannon. He approached the jet-pack wearing force at high velocity, but put the engines into full reverse to arrest his momentum.

Then he squeezed the trigger. A four second burst from the vessel’s rotary laser cannon. A stream of hot death lanced across space. Odd to be shooting at suited individuals. Not as easy as dealing with an invisible assailant behind a cockpit. He could actually see the damage he was doing now, see the body parts as they were torn asunder and exposed to vacuum. Vacuum didn’t explosively decompress an individual. One atmosphere was far too small. But when someone was torn in two by a laser cannon…the vacuum dispersed the results very quickly.

The vanguard of Vornskyr’s force would be coated in the remains of their fallen comrades on the way across the void.

 

[Fen]

Location: ANS Fondor's Aegis, hangar
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | @Dagon Mur
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"]
Equipment: In bio

The ship rumbled and shook, an earthquake of tortured steel beneath Korr's feet. The Jedi glanced down at his astromech, a frown creasing his brow.

"That can't be good. Ar Nine, see if you can access the ship's systems and find what's going on."

"Bweep-boo-dee."

R9-D3 rolled over toward a wall socket, extending a scomp link from his chassis. While the droid plugged in, Korr scanned the massive hangar. Most of the ships had already departed, but crewman could still be seen running back and forth, frantic as a kicked anthill. Ryan pulled at the high, stiff collar of his combat armor, frown intensifying as another tremor shook the ship.

"Anything?"

"Beep-boop-dee-do. Tee-woo."

"Hmm. Alright, send me the information directly if anything new develops. And stay safe." Korr pulled a tactical headset from a pouch at his waist and pushed the plugs into his ears. The in-ear microphone allowed for communication without an external mic. The earplugs also provided hearing protection specifically developed with explosions in mind. Loaner Alliance tech. Very useful.

"Boowhee?"

"To take a look at that hull breach."

Korr stalked toward the nearest turbo lift, an overlong lightsaber hilt clutched in one hand.

 

[Micah Talith]

Sector One
Boarding Shuttle

---

[ Alright lads, I figure this will be a rather interesting little dance we are going into! ]

Micah Talith's rather chipper voice would echo throughout the headsets of the various Elite Stealth ops boarding Alliance troops around him. He stood, strapped in, rather cocksure amused voice echoing with a metallic timbre. Were it not for his armor, one would be able to see the rakish, dimpled grin that curved over his swarthy visage. A match, to the bright orange of his eyes.

​

[ Think those One Sith ladies might give us a free meal?] a groan echoed in response to that, and Micah gave a chuckle. Across the way, he caught sight of the Defel that was along for the ride with him. Along with the ever hovering EY-3 Droid - Alexandria.

[How you holding up Vex?!] he asked her. Despite the amusement in his tone, there was concern that ran through their bond as well.

This was going to get rather interesting to say the least.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: Shuttle from ANS Belshazzar to Hungering Mynock
Objective:
Allies: [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Cole Katarn"] [member="Ayme Katash"] [member="Trix Bastin"] [member="Dagon Mor"] [member="Nia Siroc"]
Enemy: The One Sith.
Equipment: Vanguard Armour, CC-13, Occluder Handcannon, Saber, Smoke grenades.

“It’s time.” The voice was accompanied by the gentle pressure of a hand coming to rest on his shoulder. Voidstalker was slowly brought back to the surface from his reverie, from his deep immersion in the Force. The dark side followed the easy route to power. Raw emotion was easy to conjure in the heat of battle, focus was not.

Jacen’s eyes slowly blinked open. “It was a trap,” he said quietly.

“Yes Marshall Voidstalker,” the padawan replied quietly.

“We make the best of the situation then,” Jacen replied stoically. He felt no fear and therefore none was apparent on his features. He offered the padawan a smile, returning the gesture of a hand on the shoulder. “Come, it is time to turn the tide. Fetch your armour.”

---

“War dogs!” Jacen called loudly as he approached their gunship. One of the Special Forces barked in response. They’d taken to doing that, embracing the name. The War Dogs accompanied the Hounds on nearly all of their missions. Veteran Special Forces taken from across the Alliance, the chewed up and spat out Sith Acolytes for breakfast and washed them down with ale and a chaser. Jacen often enjoyed the interactions between the new padawans, trying to reign in their emotions and the frankly unhinged Dogs who loved battle.

No sooner was Jacen within the ship than they were lifting off. Time to take the fight to the Sith.

 

[Vexen]

[member="Micah Talith"]

Vexen didn’t often step up to a fight without being provoked. She was young and it wasn’t long since that first occasion that she’d fought her way out of the hangar to find Micah. She thumbed the control of her stun batons, gave the crackling blue hilt a twirl. It buzzed menacingly.

She was terrified, but the young Wraith covered it well. “We’re on a three strike rule today Micah. Tha’ first one were free. Three quips in the middle of a figh’ and I’m givin’ you a gentle tap with this.” The bolts crackled along the length of the baton once more. The baton could block a saber easily enough, but not a blaster bolt. That was the trade she chose to make. Relying on stealth to get close in exchange for not using a weapon that dismembered her opponents.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Location: Mess Decks, Titan
Allies: [member="Glavo Pahro"]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"] | [member="Crystal"]

The Outbacker got a few chuckles from the vacheads, but their humor quickly faded as they geared up for the next phase. They'd rough schematics for the Immortal, but couldn't be none too sure which hallways led to which. Even so, they knew the location of the generator. Just had to navigate the maze to get there.

Due to the hull breach, the exit door had automatically sealed shut to make sure the rest of the ship didn't lose atmosphere. One of the slicer specialists was kneeling at the control panel now, fiddling with the circuitry in an effort to get the door open. After a breach, the door would remain sealed, no matter the interior readings, until it was manually opened. So far, seemed someone didn't want to manually open it.

Qassi nodded to the door. "Klerk, out of the way. Outbacker has an access card."

"Way kriffing easier," muttered the slicer.

The heavy weapons specialists kept their guns trained on the exit, while the marines looked to their ally. Sal grunted, rose from beside a corpse and made his way toward the exit. He unclipped a flash bang and casually held it one hand before stacking up with the rest of the marines on either side of the door.

"Let's go, hero."

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

SECTOR ONE
Aboard the Alliance Carrier - ANS Belshazzar

Objective: Prepping for defense.
Allies: [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Matthew Robinson"]
Enemies: Anyone coming to the Alliance Carrier from the One Sith

Spoiler: gear

My amazing personality is my number one weapon!
And my right hook.

Armor

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  Asheran Armorweave Armor
  

Weapons

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  Mk I Omega Boltgun & Special Ammunition
  
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  Tir Stunner Thigh holster
  
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  Czerka Fighting Knife Boot clipped
  
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  Wrist dart bolter with 5x BA-K177 Browncoat Kamino Darts on right wrist
  
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  AI-Wrist Blaster Left wrist
  
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  Telescopic stun grenade staff on back
  
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  Force Imbued Disc-blade on lower back
  

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The chick-chang of the check and slam of a powerpack echoed within the armory full of Omega Pyre elite troops. Like it or not, the chances of things going south were likely. A devilish grin twisted through those lips.

In fact, I bet on it.

Around her, several other troops were in the late stages of securing their armor and checking their gear. While other parties would be the tip of the spear, Aeron and those from the PMC Omega Pyre would be holding down the line.

There were several other Alliance joint task forces aboard the Belshazzar, and if it got to it, they were all ready to go for the long haul in order to take a good chuck from the One Sith Fleet before reinforcements came. The Belshazzar was priority in keeping their squadrons airborne.

And Aeron was going to ensure that.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Mess Decks, Titan
Allies: [member="Sal Katarn"]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"] | [member="Crystal"]

It was miraculously simple and easy. Rising from the corpse, Glavo patted the dead mans shoulder as he dropped a worn sabaac deck to his chest. Poor sod was probably some conscript, yanked from his home after a brutal conquest. A victim of a blood-thirsty regime who had an appetite for destruction and empire building nigh unseen in recent years. Almost, for a moment, the Corellian felt pity for him, touching a soul-diamond edged jed-cred hanging from his neck. Or rather, where it would be if it were not tucked under black fatigues. Shaking his head, he gripped the security card and swiped it, rolling back along the wall with the bloodstripe pointed up and parallel to him.

Sal could get his flash bang in now, at least, without hindrance. But Glavo didn't know him as Sal. And hopefully Sal didn't know him as... Well.... Anything.. Waiting seemed to stretch on in his mind, minute by minute. But eventually his nerves calmed. It seemed the more experience with Flow Walking and Fighting Sight and the other strange abilities he had, the more..... Fluid.... Time seemed... And those memories of other lives from his accident crowded in, pressing and clamoring. But regardless, he had a job to do, and new experience taught him to shake his head, clear his mind, and await the order to breach so he'd be ready. Unseen behind his helmet, the former Jedi of both the Repulic and Alliance began to grin, humming a bit of an old sailing tune from Corellia.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Location: Mess Decks
Ally: [member="Glavo Pahro"]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"] | [member="Crystal"]

The door whooshed open and Sal stretched out, lobbing the flash bang through the opening and into the corridor beyond. Higgins, just behind him, stepped forward and hurled a concussion grenade after it. The flash bang would blind and deafen down the corridor, but the concussion would kill 'em. The overpressure shockwaves from the grenade would bounce around the closed durasteel hull of the ship and reflect back into any bodies in the way.

They waited two counts, heard the detonations, then poured into the opening. Sal went in just behind Higgins, czerka scattergun at the ready. But there weren't any troops clogging the corridor. It was the mess hall, after all, and most of the soldiers had presumably been dispersed to other, vital areas of the ship, which was why the lack of concentrated force made the mess an ideal insertion point.

Unless, of course, you emerge from the corridor and into a mess hall occupied by two Sith Lords.

Which was exactly what happened.

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Location: Space
Objective: Providing a screen/defense against enemy fighters and boarding shuttles
Allies: GA/Rogue Squadron [member="Berric Kelso"] [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Encouragement Gets"] [member="Asmus Janes"] (9) [member="Areiana Slayer"] [member="Lucius Varad"] (12)
Wingman: [member="Choli Vyn"] (7)
Enemy: OS
Equipment: T-70 X-wing, pilot sidearm, cherry-flavored lip balm

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Brandy brown eyes gazed longingly upon a small, laminated yet worn holo pic that was stuffed into a crevice at the corner of Russo's flight console. It was of her long lost family gathered on the repulser sofa in their farmhouse on Taanab while they read a Feté story during the holidays. "Alex" had been eight at the time. She knew one day they would all meet again in the heavens, but today was not to be that day. Alleycat still had six lives to go, and she intended to keep it that way.

The comm crackled and her wingman's modulated voice came across bringing the seasoned pilot out of her musings. A grin graced the brunette's face as she listened to the young Jedi pilot . "Roger that, Seven. Ditto. Let's light em up and take names later, hmm," Alex keyed back over their ship to ship frequency with equal enthusiasm.

When the launch countdown finished, Rogue Eleven lifted up off the durasteel hangar deck on the snubfighter's repulserlifts, then feathered the controls and pushed the throttle forward fully sending the X-wing jetting out through the magcon into the soundless, blackness of space except for the combat activity already at hand where Alleycat's ship was headed towards; an enemy wall of starfighters.

Hauling back on the control stick and canting it ever so slightly to the side, Russo brought the X-wing up into a lopsided corkscrew maneuver. While the jerky motion of the ship's nose meant the brunette didn't have a flame's chance on Hoth of hitting anything, she was that much harder to hit herself. Alexandra pumped more power into her ship's shields, then shot through the flurry of laser bolts before she penetrated the One Sith's advancing formation of fighters. She hauled back on the control stick, killing the weaving flight and arrowing her ship up into a flight of enemy fighters. Double One lined the lead fighter up in her sights and let it have a quad blast of lasers. As the ship exploded, she cut the stick hard to starboard, then rolled out into a level line that continued her original course with a half-kilometer cut to the right thrown in. As the One Sith formation collapsed in after her, the brunette cruised out the other side of it.


Inverting her X-wing, Alexandra pulled the fighter into a loop that brought her around in the enemy's wake, though slightly below their formation. Keeping the nose up, she headed back in. Russo picked up on an enemy fighter that had broken right while its wingmate had broken left. Another Rogue continued on the tail of the latter ship. The enemy fighter in her sights tightened its turn into a teardrop loop designed to bring it into her wingman's aft. Alleycat's quad lasers shredded the fighter's starboard wing and blew apart one of the engines. The other engine, still operating at full power, sent the enemy fighter spinning away to only collide with one of its unfortunate own. Oopsie… she mused with a smirk.

"You're clear, Seven." Alex keyed to Vyn, then the Taanabian drove into the middle of the One Sith formation, again, making a path with laser canon's blazing to the advancing shuttles with those pesky boarding parties no doubt. She usually like to use a combo of lasers and torps, but was saving her allotted proton torpedoes for use later when they did strafing runs.

 

[Sturgis Tal'Verda]

Location: Hangar of ANS Belshazzar
Team: Alliance
Enemies: The One Sith
Objective: Sector One

Alarms blared, at least he assumed they did, as the carrier was thrust into battle after exiting hyperspace. All around him Alliance and Mandalorians rushed about collecting themselves from the surprise assault. A buzz on his wrist told him that he was indeed correct. Task Force Moridena had been ambushed by the One Sith and of course he would be here to fight them. The Mandalorian mercenary sucked his teeth and grabbed his gun belt from the chair next to him.

The software in his helmet was scribbling across his HUD. Mel was giving orders, they were to meet up with the Alliance soldiers in the hangar. It looked like they were heading out on the boarding shuttles. He sighed heavily, his voice muffled by his helmet.

"What's wrong vod? Nervous?" That strange feeling you get when someone is staring lit up and Sturgis turned to an Alliance soldier passing by. Of course, with a helmet on he couldn't read his lips and with their coms not connected he wasn't getting any text. He shrugged.

"Hey dikut! He can't hear, you need to sign!" A fellow Mandalorian chimed in.

<You nervous vod?> the Mandalorian signed. A laugh erupted from Sturgis as he lifted the heavy wide brimmed hat over his head,

<Those Sith are the ones that should be nervous, a man who can't even hear them beg for their lives or hear their last words is about to send them to Chaos.>