Faction The Batorine Incursion

[Xarielle Pavanos]

Heart of the Beast
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Xarielle ventured further, deeper within the belly of the beast. The facility, heavily defended as it was, would prove to be far more difficult than she had imagined. The snap-hiss of her lightsaber as it sprang to life, the use of powers such as Force Push, Pull, and Throw became a bit easier to handle now - more so than it had before. She went to work destroying what weapons she could, disabling others the Balmorran felt a little more sure of herself as she did so. "Master Noble, I've got a few weapon deposits taken care of, I'm heading in further." She relayed her activities, "something feels off - I don't know who or what but I'm going to investigate."

Unknowingly, she alerted Valery Noble to her going to find what would eventually be Kyrel Ren , and as Kyrel felt something familiar. He must have been surprised to find Xarielle. No more surprised than the Balmorran herself, this part of the facility seemed darker - almost cut off from the rest. The young woman had to shift heavier objects out of her way to cross through the threshold. Then she heard someone mention her mother's name, lightsaber in hand, it thrummed with power. Its blue glow illuminated the young woman's face. "Kaalia's my mom...," she corrected and explained all in the same go, cautious and apprehensive she continued, "and I'm here to destroy these weapons."

Kaalia Pavanos​

 

[Vorm]

The Hunt on Batorine Station

Tags: Valery Noble CETCOM Constantine Oliva Ari Naldax Mylo Thorne Shar Sieu Wilhelm Vonreg Relynia Sorrene Zev Garallia Electra-12

Writing with: Ishida Ashina Silas Westgard

Objective: Track down Jedi intruders on Batorine Station.

Location: Aboard Batorine Station.

Equipment & appearance in bio.

auger​

Heavy thuds heralded the arrival of the Terrorizer. His gait reveals an inner drive. Anger lies within his steps. Phials containing curious liquids produce a high-pitched rattle upon his utility belt as he walks.

The tight corridors of Batorine Station are built well, soaking the reverberations despite the significant mass of the approaching Ren. Dissonant sirens warn all aboard of an emergency. Once again he finds himself in space, just as he did on his previous deployment above Tython, on the Avatar of War. Once again, he is ordered to defend. With a violent, sideways motion of his arm, the Ren tears open the gate in front of him telekinetically, gears screeching as it slides wide.

The tattooed brute leaves behind the brightness of the corridor and enters one of the many dimly lit control rooms of Batorine Station. He stops, and with strict, succinct movements of his head he is seen surveying his premises, as if looking for somebody. The closing gate behind him slowly begins to slim down the blaring light from outside, highlighting his silhouette with a column of luminosity. An icy silence settles in the room. All around him are built-in computers, keyboards and levers, given hue by neon-colored holo-projections detailing the rapid strike upon Batorine by the enemy. Beside these machines are vile, elegant and cunning Final Dawn officers, who were just discussing the preliminary reports slowly seeping in from the planet surface, as well as the space above. Now, their gazes are fixed upon the spiked mutant.

The brute was devoid of sophisticated social skills, so he told exactly what was on his mind. – I need access to the speakers, station-wide. – His voice is demanding, raspy, and since he's wearing a full-face helmet, it is also slightly muffled. But they understand. Following a quick exchange of tense looks, he is allowed next to the microphone. He raises his strong, scarred arm, and presses the black analogue button on the keyboard in front of him, opening the station-wide channel.​

I have felt your arrival…

Jedi.

Know, that I will find you.

And know, that I will destroy you.

The brief, warm static of the line closing concludes the message of the mysterious Ren. He straightens up, nods at the officer next to him in thanks, and without a word, departs to begin his hunt.​

 

[Shar Sieu]

Location: Batorine orbit
Objective: Engage and destroy
Callsign: Revenant Four
Equipment: B-Wing Heavy Assault Starfighter
Revenant: Mylo Thorne Leon Gallo Zev Garallia
Other GA in space: Nemesis Ari Naldax , Razors Relynia Sorrene
Baddies in space: Wilhelm Vonreg Electra-12

"Heads up Revenant, looks like the Crimson Linings are here. Guess this isn't going to be as straightforward as we would've liked."

Shar flicked his attention to the Crimson Linings, marked out on the scope, roaring towards the Alliance fleet. Four Hunters, speeding ahead of the rest of the TIE swarms.

"Weapons-free!" She tore in for the attack.

Then, casting forth a primal, ancient roar into the void, her TIE tore free from the hangar with uncompromising acceleration, pushing the strand-cast’s head back into the seat as the inertial compensators briefly lagged behind the machine’s momentum.

As the rest of the brunt of Alliance forces continued to jump in, the X-wings flew in formation behind their leader as she dove into the plane of battle, accelerating towards the enemy station.

Further ahead, Shar watched Razor and Nemesis squadrons speed forward, the former merging with a TIE detachment. That left Crimson open for a coordinated attack from Revenant, if they wanted to take it now.

"Lead, do we take Crimson now?" checked again his weapons readouts, making sure they were working. He checked the scopes again, and it was clear Crimson was on an intercept route with Revenant. Shar felt his mouth go dry. This was the real, real deal now. Hunters were bad enough, but the Crimsons were something else entirely.

Fortunately, Revenant should be up to the challenge... should.

 

[CETCOM]

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B A T O R I N E_I N C U R S I O N
Severing the Veins

FINAL DAWN
BATORINE, COLONIES
POV : VICE-ADMIRAL DALIA AJINN

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BATORINE SECURITY FLEET TASK FORCE VADER​
Fleet Composition : FDS Resurgence [Flagship] | [100|091] FDS Conqueror [100|097] FDS Torment [100|091] FDS Defiance [100|091]
Starfighter Compliment [First Wave] : TIE/fd Fighters | 10 Squadrons | 120/120 TIE/fd Interceptors | 6 Squadrons | 48/48

"Admiral, we are detecting multiple craft coming out of hyperspace" Soon enough, approximately two dozen warships emerged out of hyperspace infront of the Batorine Security Fleet and the Space Station it was defending, followed by various starfighters most likely from elite Starfighter formations such as the Galactic Alliance's Revenant Squadron. The long-waited battle, first envisioned by Grand Overseer Sularen, had finally arrived with Ajinn only maliciously smiling upon seeing the Galactic Alliance forces emerging from hyperspace. Now, she could finally prove herself to the Final Dawn and inflict the heavy defeat she’d always sought to bring forth upon the Alliance in order to gain the position that she had long desired along with the promotion that came with such a position.

“So the Alliance has finally decided to strike." Ajinn remarked. "What type of force are we facing right now" the Vice-Admiral asked inquiring about the size of the Alliance attack force. "Approximately two dozen warships, Vice-Admiral comprised mostly of Cruisers , Frigates and Corvettes with a single Mon Calamari Cruiser at the lead along with accompanying starfighter squadrons including the notorious Revenant Squadron." the Captain of the Resurgence replied. "Estimated size of the Flottila's Starfighter compliment?" the Vice-Admiral asked once more. "Eight to Fourteen Squadrons, Vice-Admiral, smaller than the individual fighter wings of any of our warships alone." the Captain replied. "I was expecting more from the Alliance, alas this will do." the Vice-Admiral said. "Alert the rest of the Fleet and have them move into defensive positions and deploy a single fighter wing from the Conqueror. As for their Elite Starfighter Squadrons, get me Baron Vonreg" Ajinn ordeed.

Upon securing a channel with the Final Dawn Ace Pilot, Ajinn proceeded to relay her orders to the Crimson Baron. "Baron Vonreg, the Alliance must not be allowed to reach or even harm the Space Station.Your orders is to eliminate Revenant Squadron and any other elite Starfighter formation present and ensure the continued integrity of our space station." upon hearing Vonreg's response she'd terminate the transmission with Vonreg to let him proceed with his mission, just as the Batorine Security Fleet finished re-orienting itself to face the enemy flotilla coming under enemy fire in the process as missiles and turbolaser fire battered the Fleet, to little effect. "Status report." the Vice-Admiral demanded. "Our primary shields are holding, Vice-Admiral. The Conqueror's Yahata Point-Defense Systems have been effective in minimizing the effect of the enemy's initial attack." the Resurgence's Captain said in response. "Good. Return fire upon the enemy fleet and have the Conqueror along with the Torment and Defiance unleash their special weaponry upon their Mon Calamari Cruiser. First we cut the head, then we annihilate the body"

Thus, the Batorine Security Fleet returned fire unleashing everything it had upon the Alliance Fleet. The range of the Battlecarriers of the Batorine Security Fleet were far greater then that of their Alliance counterparts and thus once they had attacked, all weapons of the vessels within the Security Fleet would already be in range of their counterparts within the Eleventh Flotilla. While the primary offensive weaponry of all four ships would target the entirety of the enemy fleet including their Cruisers and Corvettes, the special weapons of the Conqueror, the Torment and the Defiance which included two proton beam canons and six orbital autocannons, would be simultaneously unleashed upon the ANV Warspite in an effort to either cripple or outright destroy the enemy Flagship. Such firepower was excessive, but would be necessary as it would eliminate the largest threat to the Security Fleet and leave the enemy Flotilla without any commander.

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Spoiler: Tl;DR

• The Batorine Security Fleet turns to face the attacking vessels of the Eleventh Flottila under Constantine Oliva
• The FDS Conqueror deploys it's entire compliment of 16 Starfighter Squadrons to confront the Starfighters deployed by the Galactic Alliance
• The Batorine Security Fleet proceeds to return fire upon the Eleventh Flottila they have begun attacking them
  • The FDS Conqueror, FDS Torment and FDS Defiance fire their special weaponry consisting of a total of two proton beam canons and six orbital autocannons in a concentrated alpha strike against the ANV Warspite with the intent of destroying or atleast crippling the enemy flagship.

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Tag [Final Dawn] | Electra-12
Tag [Galactic Alliance] | Constantine Oliva | Mylo Thorne | Ari Naldax | Shar Sieu | Relynia Sorrene | Leon Gallo ​

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[Wilhelm Vonreg]

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B A T O R I N E_I N C U R S I O N
Severing the Veins

FINAL DAWN
BATORINE, COLONIES

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VENGEANCE FLIGHT CRIMSON LININGS ​
TIE/fdH Hunters | 4/4 Crimson Leader [100/100] Crimson Two [100/100] Crimson Three [100/100] Crimson Four [100/100]

"Baron Vonreg, the Alliance must not be allowed to reach or even harm the Space Station.Your orders is to eliminate Revenant Squadron and any other elite Starfighter formation present and ensure the continued integrity of our space station."

"Affirmative, Vice-Admiral Ajinn." Baron Vonreg responded before he cut the transmission. Revenant Squadron, the nemesis of his Crimson Linings. Until the Skirmish at Csilla, the Crimson Linings had remained unopposed on the battlefield, wreaking havoc among enemy warships and starfighter squadrons alike claiming the lives of dozens of Alliance Pilots and hundreds of Military personnel. But everything had changed with the emergence of Revenant Squadron. Since it's formation it stood as an obstacle to the Crimson Linings, their equal with both starfighter squadrons confronting each other in numerous inconclusive engagements escaping relatively unharmed to fight each other once more in another battle.

Vonreg had vowed to destroy Revenant Squadron at Foerost and failed, and the Grand Overseer had kept him from partaking at the Annihilation at Csilla under the assumption that they might somehow best him. While Vonreg had scoffed at such a thought, the first death of Fleet Admiral Aldo Garrick proved that Revenant did indeed prove a threat to the Final Dawn and by extension Vonreg's desire for vengeance against the Alliance. Thus they had to be eliminated and with the Alliance's attack on Batorine, the Crimson Baron had been given another chance at delivering retribution against the Alliance. "Crimsons, we have orders from the Vice-Admiral. Destroy Revenant Squadron and all GADF Elite Starfighter Squadrons. Move into attack positions, stay on my wing and follow my lead" the Crimson Baron ordered to his men.

Soon enough, Vonreg proceeded to position his TIE/fdH Hunter on an intercept route with Revenant Squadron locking the s-foils of his TIE Hunter followed by the rest of Revenant Flight. They continued to close in on Revenant Squadron ignoring the very fact that they were outnumbered three to one given that only a portion of the Crimson Linings were present here, but to Vonreg the odds meant nothing and the Crimsons would annihilate Revenant Squadron outnumbered or not. Soon enough, Vonreg would lock onto an Alliance B-Wing (That piloted by Shar Sieu) slowly closing in on the B-Wing before eventually unleashing a barrage of Laser Canon fire upon the B-Wing upon getting to range as the starfighters of both the Final Dawn and the Galactic Alliance would begin clashing all around them.

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Tag [Final Dawn] | Electra-12
Tag [Galactic Alliance] | Ari Naldax | Mylo Thorne | Shar Sieu | Relynia Sorrene | Leon Gallo | Constantine Oliva ​

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[Silas Westgard]

Objective: Infiltrate the station
Location: Batorine Station
Tags: Ishida Ashina / Vorm

When you're a Jedi, there's always something new around the corner.

Tight confinements weren't one, but space walking certainly was. For a while, Silas and Ishida had been cramped up inside a small compartment. It was agonising and equally as awkward as time went on, but once they had gotten through the shields in their stealth ship they were finally able to have freedom once more in the open darkness of space.

Since it was his first time doing a proper spacewalk, he stuck close to the fellow padawan and calmly float behind the girl. Silas trusted her as much as any other Jedi and knew she could get them inside safely. Inside, it had been totally locked down, all entrances being blocked off by layers upon layers of metal. As they went along each possible entrance Ishida checked to see what awaited them behind, and as expected they were more than ready for them.

Keeping silent as they floated to another hatch Ishida finally spoke to him through a muffled tone they had found their opening "Good work..." he replied back with a brief nod, floating back slightly to look around them and allow her to concentrate her energy. Soon enough, the lock on the small airlock hissed open to let them both in. Swimming after Ishida he followed soon after and placed his feet on the metallic floor.

"That was the easy part, now we have the challenge ahead" he commented before the airlocked hissed shut after the sound of an alarm rung out around them. It was certain the station crew knew they had unwelcome visitors, that was only confirmed by a threatening voice that sounded off through the intercoms. Whoever they were, it was clear they weren't very welcome with Jedi being aboard. Silas looked over to Ishida with concern before releasing a short sigh.

"Well, I'd suggest being more cautious from now on. Especially when we're being hunted deep within enemy lines" he stated, a hand motioning to his helmet to ask if he could take it off yet.

 

[Relynia Sorrene]

Direct Engagement: Electra-12
Allies: Constantine Oliva , Ari Naldax , Mylo Thorne , Shar Sieu
That One Other Hostile: Wilhelm Vonreg ​

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The other pilot was admirably quick to maneuver themself, the gun-tipped winglets of the Brotherhood interceptor turning to almost face directly into her X-wing's own.

It was a shame only one of the two pilots could escape the following dance.

Jets of propellant fired off from nozzles in the fighter's winglets, putting the craft into a rough spin on its forward axis. Relynia's eyes narrowed in conjunction with the tensing of her hands as she and her nameless rival locked eyes from afar, quickly drawing closer to one another. She thought she caught a glimpse of Electra-12 's pink eyes when the captain moved suddenly to break her initial path. Smoke-like streams fired around the surface of her X-wing, shooting the craft in an apparent arc over the Brotherhood interceptor. Relynia quickly began to fire into the surrounding space, hoping she'd managed to startle the other pilot enough to make the rest of the engagement a good deal easier. The salvos shooting out from the insulated tips of her cannons weren't fired with intent to kill just yet-- at the moment, the Alliance needed only focus on keeping their Mawite counterparts busy and unable to respond to the scene occurring aboard the station.

"Five, you've got a bug on your tail!" she hurriedly chimed the comms as she watched the rest of Razor Squadron breaking apart to engage their own dueling partners.

Relynia, for a brief moment, glanced at her defensive readout, grimacing at a noticeable depletion in the strength of her shields. She'd just have to be more careful as the battle progressed, she supposed.

After the short moment she'd spent idling, the captain began to track her target again, banking into a renewed pursuit. Between the moments Relynia tugged hard at the X-wing's yolk, a single hand darted and danced over the craft's blinking dashboard. The next salvo from her cannons was manifested as a burst of three from each gun tip, passing just short of Electra-12 's aft and leaving the battlesphere rather inconsequentially.

It was a mixture of disappointment and admiration that shortly displayed itself in the corners of her eyes and in the quirk of her lips. Not going to make this easy for me, are you?

 

[Judah Lesan]

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P E R S E V E R A N C E

Wearing: xxx
Weapon: xxx x2
Allies: NJO | Valery Noble
Enemies: MAW

<<< “Copy that Valery,” >>> Judah replied as he began his descent.

It was a bumpy ride down, more than what he was used to. Judah was a fairly good pilot and even the turbulence he faced with the ensuing battle was more than he could navigate. Still, he landed with little damage to the ship, something he was thankful for. The Morning Star was as much his home as it was his way around the galaxy. Being about and visible again meant he did not have the luxury of occupying a house or a compound as he did when he was younger.

The station was something of a maze, but locking onto Valery’s essence in the force, he was able to navigate and find where she was in the armory. There were several obstacles in his way, but Judah managed to fight his way through. All those who dared to attack him no longer lived as the Jedi had no issue with making a choice when it came to his life over another.

“Hey there,” he said as he deflected a few blaster bolts. “What’s the plan?”
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[Shar Sieu]

Location: Batorine orbit
Objective: Engage and destroy
Callsign: Revenant Four
Equipment: B-Wing Heavy Assault Starfighter
Revenant: Mylo Thorne Leon Gallo Zev Garallia
Direct engagement: Wilhelm Vonreg

Soon enough, Vonreg would lock onto an Alliance B-Wing (That piloted by Shar Sieu) slowly closing in on the B-Wing before eventually unleashing a barrage of Laser Canon fire upon the B-Wing upon getting to range as the starfighters of both the Final Dawn and the Galactic Alliance would begin clashing all around them.

Alarms pinging, Shar pulled the B-Wing over, entering a head-to-head merge with Crimson Lead. He would have to use his superior firepower to overcome the TIE's maneuverability advantage. Hitting the switch to activate electronic countermeasures, interfering with Crimson Lead's targeting, Shar thumbed the shield controls, activating the double-frontal assault shield, which easily absorbed the TIE's laser barrage. With luck, it would recharge in time for an attack run on the capital ships.

Now head-on with the TIE, he pressed home his attack. Three Heavy Ion Cannons, Four Laser Cannons and the cockpit-mounted Quad Laser Cannon Turret unleashed their barrage, their bolts streaking towards the TIE at slightly different angles due to the B-Wing's shape. The bracketing fire would make it difficult for the Hunter to vector out without receiving at least some damage.

"Revenant Four, engaging Crimson Lead! Might require support!"

 

[Ishida Ashina]

SEVERING THE VEINS
THE NEW JEDI ORDER | ABOVE BATORINE | SPACE STATION

When the door sealed shut behind Silas, a section of the roaring klaxon’s dulled. It was only a fraction of the noise amidst the rest of the ship’s machinations. White noise, the crewmen’s shouts, all of it added to the stimuli that Ishida tried to focus through.

Focus was shattered with the speaker’s declaration of both knowledge, and tenacity.

I have felt your arrival…
Jedi.
Know, that I will find you.
And know, that I will destroy you.

She clenched her teeth together and trapped the curse inside her mouth.

"Well, I'd suggest being more cautious from now on. Especially when we're being hunted deep within enemy lines"

Silver eyes met his through the glasteel of her helm, and as if to give mutual permission, Ishida reached up to her collar, prickled at the seal, and let it depress with a hiss. She lifted the helmet from her head with both hands, and took in a natural breath — not through a rebreather. The ship’s stench assaulted her immediately, and she wrinkled her nose.

“Keep it near you.” — in case we get stranded in the stars, she didn’t say, but strapped the helmet to her back.

Into her pocket, she fished and produced a tiny disc. Little blue lines lit up the air above her palm, intersecting with one another and taking the rough shape of the station. A few Stealth-Xs had circled the station, taking external and auxiliary schematics of the station and had a few analysts mark up the supposed layout.

“The communication centre is on the other side of the station.” Ishida pointed and pinched out the map to zoom in on their location, relative to the one that controlled the soundboard. There was, of course, the chance that the hunter had taken over the system from any other communication tower within the station, but she had to devise a strategy based on probability, less possibility.

“We need to get here, to the generators, to disable the station’s shields.” Right in the middle, she pointed. That’s where they needed to be.

On a small, blue, floating model, it seemed possible.

Ishida looked past Silas’ shoulder, at the row of miscellaneous items hanging from hooks in the compartment they’d shoved themselves into. Just a row of weapons. Nothing useful.

She closed off the projection and re-pocketed it. Then, with one hand hovering above the hilt on her hip, she crouched to the doorway and felt, searched, for something on the other side.

Surprisingly, the hallway felt empty.

Even if it was too good to be true, it was too good to pass up.

Ishida glanced back, only briefly, and opened the doorway with a tilt of her head that communicated she was going to start slinking down the hallway. It was a slow-moving process, careful, cautious, and surprisingly uninterrupted for the first, second, and third corner that led the pair of padawans deeper and deeper into the station’s depths.

But it couldn't last forever.

At the fourth corner, Ishida's senses flared. Darkness was creeping closer and closer. And the two Jedi in their spacesuits stuck out too obviously. If either of them could have gone invisible, they would have done so by now.

Her roaming eyes landed on a grate, and she slipped her fingers around its edges and pried it open. With a groan, the metal square gave way to a tunnel of black. Without hesitation, Ishida folded herself into the space, on her hands and knees, and immediately felt it steeply incline.

"Close the grate behind you."

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ALLIES | NJO | GA | Silas Westgard
FOES | BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW | Vorm

 

[Corin Trenor]

Dagon Kaze

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In terms of rest, Corin was afforded little. From one conflict to the next, it seemed, as the cuts and bruises still marked him from the mission that came beforehand; whether the collision of a fist to the face, a knife across his chest, or a bolt that tore into his arm, Corin continued on - medical attention seen, as one would assume. But that was war, and the Brotherhood of the Maw remained a threat even after the death of the Sith'ari. His mind rushed to dire times at the mere remembrance of the Voice, of Jem, and the sombreness that came after. But with no more than the subtle shake of his head, he dismissed the notion.

"Jumpable," Corin remarked to no one other than himself as he stared down towards the under assault structure, their arrival on the tall hill left unnoticed as the assault underwent - Jedi and soldiers alike, all to rush in and see to the end of the Maw and their use for these worlds. But, the Padwan flashed a look across to his Master next; "Should leave us clear to move on in now that their forces have been moved to the front."

 

[Vorm]

The Hunt on Batorine Station

Tags: Valery Noble CETCOM Constantine Oliva Ari Naldax Mylo Thorne Shar Sieu Wilhelm Vonreg Relynia Sorrene Zev Garallia Electra-12

Writing with: Ishida Ashina Silas Westgard

Objective: Track down Jedi intruders on Batorine Station.

Location: Aboard Batorine Station.

Equipment & appearance in bio.

abandoned​

The Ren reaches up to his helmet as he prowls the walkways of Batorine Station and places his finger on a depression where his right ear would be. A secure channel is opened. – Kill the sirens. I'm not sensing any more intruders. – Although the many officers and operators of the station by no means answer to the low-ranked Ren, they tolerate his blunt attitude, as one would tolerate a useful, but simple beast; for they know that even a single Jedi can cripple this station from the inside, and this mysterious Ren is all that stands between them. Even worse, based on unconfirmed surveillance reports, there are two infiltrators. The sirens' wails die down, their final sounds slipping by and around the farthest corners of the station. An eerie quiet takes over the maze of corridors, conjuring a paranormal calm before the storm.

The structure in orbit of Batorine is in tremendous peril. The officers of the station know this very well. They've witnessed the mind-bending capabilities, endurance and wit of these mystic wielders of the Force during this great, long war. Right now, a Vorm, is all they have against the Jedi.

The Ren arrives at a vacant intersection and stops. He looks to the left, then to the right. Featherlight flakes of atmospheric dirt swirl gently around him as the four gyros on his helmet are extinguished; for when he closes his eyes, so do the glowing orbs on his helmet switch off. As the Ren takes a deep breath, his marred chest expands, and so expands his psyche as well. Fueled by a lust for blood, his senses survey each nook and cranny in an exploding radius. Exhale. Inhale. Feeling his way in the dark through geometric masses of cold durasteel, the invisible mind-bubble grows ever faster, yet the Ren cannot seem to find traces of the Jedi. Nothing. What the Dark Side offers him instead, is a truth. As the Ren raises his head, his gyros flare up bright, vibrating between shades of orange and red. 'If they are not up here, near the command center, then there is only one major weakness left to exploit.'

The thought echoes in his mind as he takes his first step toward the generator level. Neither does he run, nor does he send stationed troopers to their deaths. The Jedi will reach the generator, that was never a question. The only question left to be answered is what will happen then.

On his way, the Ren reaches up to his helmet again and calmly relays an order on his internal comm. – In ten minutes, turn off all light sources in the generator room.
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Heavy thuds herald the arrival of the Terrorizer.​

 

[Mylo Thorne]

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SEVERING THE VEINS

Location: Space over Batorine
Objective: Engage enemy fighters and destroy the space station
Callsign: Revenant Six
Equipment: X-Wing Starfighter
Allies:
Shar Sieu Leon Gallo Constantine Oliva Qellene Tyliame Valery Noble Ishida Ashina Michael Sardun Ari Naldax Xarielle Pavanos Relynia Sorrene
Enemies: CETCOM Electra-12 Wilhelm Vonreg

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During the little time they had been given to recuperate after Tython, he had relished being back in the starfighter, it was his lifeblood, and it had sustained him thus far. The X-Wings of Razor Squadron from the Eleventh seemed bold in their approach, but Mylo questioned the hastiness of that tactic, especially as they were swarmed by Final Dawn fighters.. Nothing to worry about though. Relynia Sorrene was legendary along with the rest of her unit, and that sorta stuff was above his paygrade. Though, he was about to encounter some trouble himself.

The EWAR system klaxons rang out across the ship as scarlet blips appeared on his display, on an intercept course straight for them. Peering out into the black, he watched as they approached, getting closer, klick by klick, but something seemed.. different about these ships. "Mig, can you get those fighters on the intercept on screen, try and get an identification on em." Mylo had no time to discuss with his dutiful droid brain and he kicked the throttle up max, breaking hard to starboard as his shields were peppered with fire. He then banked hard the other way, letting the belly of his X-Wing soak up some fire to relieve the pressure on other areas.

Though he couldn't hold this for long and he executed a slow roll, arcing out as enemy fighters overshot, a few stray shots catching up to him, as some damage was reported. On his terminal, a still image of the fighters came up. It eventually zoomed into what looked like an identification on the wing. A male voice came through, sounding rather lethargic with hints of sarcasm. "I got an indentification. Matches to the Crimson Linings." He had programmed Mig with a male voice processor sample from an Engineer and was quickly wishing he hadn't. A large lump formed in his throat as he kicked up and rolled down into a descent, evading fire from a number of TIE fighters. They had encountered the elite Maw formation a number of times, the most recent at Foerost in a tense battle over the world.

"Heads up Revenant, looks like the Crimson Linings are here. Guess this isn't going to be as straightforward as we would've liked."

"I could recognise those Hunters anywhere Eleven.. they're going to make this run a lot harder.." He mentioned grimly, sending out a spray of snapshots at enemy TIEs which each cut to port and starboard, making a defensive split. Mylo had no choice but to to drop kick. He placed a hand on the throttle and pulled up, hand making sharp movements on the stick as he was swept away, tumbling back, before regaining control. It gave him a window to think - and in a high-stakes engagement such as this, time was everything and he had to use it wisely.

Shar's voice crackled through.

"Revenant Four, engaging Crimson Lead! Might require support!"

The humble B-Wing was not exactly known for its speed or manoeuvrability, but it packed a hell of a punch, and that was one of the things that made the model extremely valuable to the multi-role Revenants. It sort of made sense why the TIE Hunters, a ship that most definitely lived up to its name had targeted it. Mylo had actually encountered a TIE that he had tacitly decided was Crimson Leader. When in space, one could usually tell from certain moves and positioning which one was in lead. That was especially true for the Twin Ion Engine fighter. And the Leader was almost always the best.

So when he heard the transmission on the com, Mylo's heart skipped a beat. They had lost too many Revenant Fours. Good pilots. And he wasn't going to let them lose another. Luckily, he wasn't too far from the others. Three Flight - the A-Wings of the unit seemed to have relatively light duties. Their unmatched speed would be important in getting the Space Station blown to kingdom come. He switched over to unit frequency. "Four, Eleven, Seven, maybe let's go for a feint and backstab. Shar, put some distance between you and the adversary, make another head on attack at Crimson Lead, then, just before you get into range, turn off sharply. I would advise, due to the B-Wing's uh.. proclivities, that you turn off a little bit before that. Four I advise you do the same and stay with him. Me and Seven will come in and hopefully Crimson Lead will take the bait so we can vape them."

"Let's close the chapter on the Linings once and for all eh?" He added, attempting to add a hopeful bent to a dire situation."

 

[Valery Noble]

Location: Batorine
Appearance: Link
Outfit: Factory Link
Weapon: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Judah Lesan | Open

Together with Kahlil Noble and Sol Stazi , Valery led the charge against the enemy's Anti-air positions. Heavy fire immediately erupted from behind barricades, and explosive devices were being turned against them as well. But despite all of this, she pressed forward and deflected as many of the incoming blaster bolts as she possibly could.

Even the local blood carvers showed up to fight alongside the Mawite troops, but nothing could shake the Jedi Master's resolve. Augmented by the Force, she pierced through their defensive lines and caused chaos with her deflections and precision strikes. Some of them moved to retreat and regroup while others fought until the bitter end — it was the nature of war, and Valery was more than used to it.

"Plant explosives at these guns, and move into the armory!"

Demolitions had never been a strength of her, so she'd leave that to soldiers like Sol Stazi and those under his command. Whoever was left with her would push along and into the armory, where more enemy forces were set up to receive them with heavy fire.

"Master Noble, I've got a few weapon deposits taken care of, I'm heading in further." She relayed her activities, "something feels off - I don't know who or what but I'm going to investigate."​

She heard the Padawan's voice through comms and paused briefly to respond, "Be careful out there, Padawan Pavanos — I sense it as well." With the likes of Kyrel defending this place, it was dangerous for younger Jedi to work on their own. But she trusted Xarielle to contact her if she needed help.

So she pressed forward and felt a familiar presence joining her in the advance as well. Her eyes turned to Judah Lesan and she'd offer him a dip of her head, "We have to clear these halls and reach the weapon deposits. There should be a hangar and garage for vehicles up ahead as well, which I prioritize over small arms."

Valery deflected a few bolts and made sure her group was ready to advance, "We have a lot to get through, maybe some Sith as well. Could use your help to push forward."

 

[Wilhelm Vonreg]

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[Wilhelm Vonreg]

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[Wilhelm Vonreg]

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B A T O R I N E_I N C U R S I O N
Severing the Veins

FINAL DAWN
BATORINE, COLONIES

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VENGEANCE FLIGHT CRIMSON LININGS ​
TIE/fdH Hunters | 4/4 Crimson Leader [100|070] Crimson Two [100|100] Crimson Three [100|100] Crimson Four [100|100]

Vonreg watched as his barrage of laser canon fire was quickly absorbed by the B-Wing's double-frontal assault shield giving the enemy pilot the opportunity to launch his own attack. Fortunately for the Crimson Baron, his TIE Hunter's Dampener Hull would increase the difficulty of locking onto his Starfighter and thus as soon as he finished his attack, the Baron quickly broke off his attack narrowly avoiding the full extent of his counterparts barrage taking minimal damage to his shields instead. The Baron then proceeded to quickly break off his attack and change his vector to put some distance between himself and the pilot before he could turn around and launch another attack against his enemy with his wingmen splitting up to avoid getting in the way of the enemy B-Wing's deadly volley of ion and laser canon fire.

At this point it was certain that his enemy counterparts had identified his craft as belonging to the leader of the Crimson Linings and as such they'd prioritize his destruction before going after his wingmates. If Vonreg was going to emerge victorious in this battle then he would need to outmaneuver his enemies should they try to eliminate him. Fortunately he had a plan and hopefully it might be enough to deter any attempt to silence the pilot. "Crimson Linings, regroup. We're going to try an Under Split against these fools if they try anything fancy against us. Shunt your power to the Weapons and remain at a considerable distance from me" the Crimson Baron said. It was most likely that his enemies would try to pin him down before outright destroying him and as such an Under Split would represent the best chance at preventing such from happening.

Thus, Vonreg immediately shunted the power for his shields allowing for a quicker shield recharge then usual. Soon enough Vonreg would begin circling around in order to attack the B-Wing that had escaped his wrath, his wingmates following close behind at a distance that could be considered as not too close to Vonreg's TIE Hunter but not too far from it either giving a window for his enemies to attack from either the flanks or the rear ambush them once they'd move in for s supposedly easy kill. Soon Revenant Squadron would be merely reduced to floating wreckage above this world for Vonreg was clearly superior to whatever pilots the Alliance could send to fight against him, as they would all meat the same fate a other pilots from previous engagement who had dared to face him : total annihilation.

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Tag [Final Dawn] | Electra-12
Tag [Galactic Alliance] | Ari Naldax | Mylo Thorne | Shar Sieu | Relynia Sorrene | Leon Gallo | Constantine Oliva ​

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[Leon Gallo]

Revenant Seven
Shields: Full
Stealth Systems: Inactive
Weapons: Ready
Tags: Mylo Thorne Shar Sieu Zev Garallia Qellene Tyliame Relynia Sorrene
CETCOM Wilhelm Vonreg Electra-12

Revenant Seven tugged hard at his controls, keeping a close eye on his instruments. The X-02 responded with its usual grace, coming in line with Revenant Six. Leon hadn’t tried to get friendly with the squadron’s newest Four yet--the others had taught him to wait until they’d survived a mission. The way things were going, it looked like another Four would go too.

The B-wing was a tanky craft, that was certain, but what they had in armor and weaponry they lost in speed and agility. A potentially fatal loss against the Linings. Listening closely to his wingman’s suggestion, Leon nodded solemnly. He’d still do his best to keep the new pilot alive.

The Jedi pilot maneuvered into position, ready to move in for the kill the moment the opening came. Waiting, watching, letting his instruments blend with his own senses and the Force, Leon itched for the attack. More than just wanting to save his Squadronmate, more than wanting to win, the pilot could feel a lust for the fight welling in his stomach, the desire to prove himself better than the foe, or anyone else, not far behind.

<”I’ve got your wing on the attack, Mylo. Even if we don’t take out the leader on this, I’ll stay on him. Can you keep me clear once we get to that point?”>

Leon’s ship was faster and more maneuverable than the other X-wings of the squadron, courtesy of the Jedi Order. If anyone could put the crimson TIE Hunters in their place, it’d be him.

 

[Ari Naldax]

Equipment: T-65XN "Wolf-X"
Allies: GA
Enemies: MAW
Tags: Open

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Ari tapped the hanging dogtags of her fallen squadronmates for luck as she lead Nemesis Squadron into the fray. I'm not going to let any more of my pilots die out here. Loosing a flurry of laser bolts towards the incoming screen of fighters as their formation moved apart to let them pass, Ari began to weave as the enemy began to return fire. A vision of herself jinking to avoid a missile played through her head, then played out in real life as she mimicked the motion, the missile flying right into the crossfire between the two fleets, the explosion lighting up Nemesis 2's shields, but thankfully not doing him any damage.

"Nemesis Squadron. Engaging." A worried scream from her astromech blared over her comms as she jerked back into the formation and the X-wings tightened back up. Lining up to go head-to-head with an incoming TIE, Ari keyed her laser cannons for quad fire and sent off a few flurries of red laser bolts flying through the emptyness of space. Firing a few more rounds of fire, Ari's flight broke into short climb and roll to let the second flight finish the TIEs, planning to bring their payloads - intended for the station, to bear on the enemy's screening capitals.

 

[Judah Lesan]

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P E R S E V E R A N C E

Wearing: xxx
Weapon: xxx x2
Allies: NJO | Valery Noble
Enemies: MAW

By the time Judah reached his compatriot it was clear they were pinned down and could not advance. It would continue as Valery deflected a few more bolts.

“Sith you say,” Judah asked as he lifted a brow. “Or Maw?”

The question was one that would likely prompt a question from his friend later, but after his encounter with Damsy Callat , Judah was questioning his own philosophy on them. It would not be the first time Judah had encountered a Sith which did not seem to be Sith. This would not be the time for a philosophical discussion, besides, Judah and Val would at least agree the Maw were inherently evil.

Judah stepped into a volley of bolts and sent them back to their origin. He moved forward in what could be considered a reckless idea, but he made ground. As he neared one of the guards, Judah slashed upward with his blade and cut through an entire blaster. A wink was offered to the group before Judah pushed the force to his legs and as he enhanced his speed, he cut the rest of the blasters.

The Jedi was about to walk into the next corridor of the station when a blast door closed.

“Damn.”

He turned to look over his shoulder to Valery.

“A little help with this one?”
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