"The Blitz" | First Order Invasion of Galactic Alliance Held Planet of Skor II

[Jaxton Ravos]

Reepicheep Memorial Park
[member="Ashin Karrde"]

Ashin was quick, quick enough to swing out her right hand and grab the tip of his lightsaber perhaps a millisecond before it ignited. A daring move that would result in a hole in a palm against even the toughest of Mandalorian Crushgaunts, the retired emperor again used a massive display of the force to shield herself from the damage. Jaxton realized why she'd done it nearly immediately. A full body shield was incredibly taxing, even for Varanin. The unpredictability of where his blade would ignite forced her on the offense. Not to mention tutaminis perhaps redirecting the energy unto his saber. Made thouroghly out of Beskar by one of the metal's better smiths in Ijaat Mereel it wouldn't have normally been a problem. Jaxton's saber was anything but normal however.

Jaxton's thumb again went back off the mometary switch, and off the saber went, though not before a half a centimer or so of the top was melted. Clever woman would force him to do some repairs later, even if he came out of this on top. On top. Hmmm. Jaxton, with all the speed he could muster, shot out his left foot to the top of her right. They were very close now, the maneuver wasn't difficult. She might have been able to see it and backstep but if she didn't she'd be facing a few broken toes. If she was a normal human that is, and Jaxton knew she was anything but. The intent was more to mess with her balance than to actually cause lasting damage. He knew better than to be that optimistic.

From there not a second later Ashin would have Jaxton's ledt elbow rushing towards her solar plexus for a quick wind taking stike. Another quarter second and Jaxton would be rushing over her in a tackle. If all went well she'd be curling her toes, out of breath and reflexively opening her grip on his saber, and then tumbling backwards unto the ground with Jaxton atop her. Every combatant knew the value of grounding. But anything could happen in combat, and Jaxton did his best to prepare for the unknown.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Reepicheep Memorial Park, Metrobig City

[member="Jaxton Ravos"]' maneuver worked pretty much as intended. A huge fan of foot-stomps herself, Ashin pulled back in time to avoid broken toes - but with all her weight on her back leg, Jaxton's tackle encountered no opposition. She released the melted emitter before it could burn her as her palm-shield dissipated. Lit or unlit, that saber was now a serious threat to her left side.

Of perhaps more concern was the mass of muscle that had just slammed her through a low ornamental hedge and across bloody turf. He'd almost knocked the wind out of her. With a grunt, she brought up her right palm, slapped it across the nearest accessible part of his left arm - the tricep - and called on the Dark Side again. The goal was lightning, plenty of it. It would arc through both of them on its way to the ground, but she'd taken a lot of lightning in her day, and she wasn't the one with an electronic arm.

She was keenly aware that she was expending power quickly and wildly, and that Jaxton had yet to do the same. Normally she tried to outlast her opponent by rationing and provocation, but her chosen handicap had turned the tables thoroughly.

 

[Relit Vandal]

LOCATION: Metrobig Blastport, Surveillance Room
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, The Force, a Squib with no name, [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Saul Perth"]
ENEMIES: First Order, [member="Irajah Ven"], [member="Audrey Saint George"], [member="Ranulph Tarkin"], [member="Saul Kruger"]
GEAR: Scattergun, KD-Dissauder, Lightsaber, Blade, Portable bow and arrow, a pouch of seeds
OBJECTIVE: Helping where he can

He watched intently on the going on of the commander and his troops. Lifting his hand to his mouth, he scratched at the stubble on his chin. "I wonder if this has recording function." Just then, he felt that timeless shake as the paw extended towards the keyboard. Having more and more faith in his little Squibby, Relit followed the gesture towards a grey button with a red circle at the center - off to the far right. He looked back to the squib who nodded in return. Clicking on it and not only did it begin recording, by the indication of a red bleeping circle in the corner, but it also reversed back two minutes prior.

Hitting the unmute on microphone, Relit leaned forward and spoke.

::Roger that. 103rd Bloody Panthers of the First Order Stormtrooper Corps. FIV Discovery, Conyers-Class.:: He typed loudly as he talked. He was actually just hitting random buttons along the bottom, hoping he didn't actually cause any damage or result. ::Yeah. Looks like I'll need to try and back out and refill the information.::

Squibby pointed to another screen, motioning for Relit to take a look. His eyes were trained on a particular convey of Yuuzhan Vong that filled the next chasm of the blastport - right in the Bloody Panthers way. He muted the mic. "Computer, please provide analysis of weapons, beast, and armament for screen 28."

A secondary screen popped up with a listing and various specifications. Relit leaned forward and clicked the communication on. ::Next Vault has 12 Yuuzhan Vong warriors camped out. They are wearing standard coral with weaknesses at the neck and armpits. The hallways are without lights and covered with Sentinel Beetles - these creatures...vibrate and inform the Yuuzhan Vong of motion nearby. You'll also find other beasts droning about - careful on killing these as they release a slippery residue that will slick the surface and make traversing difficult. And finally...they have a six legged beast. No real threat beyond size and running your group down. Good luck.::

He switched over to another frequency as he sent message back to Screebee.

::More help would be appreciated. I am unsure of how long the power drain on facility can last. I am guiding the First Order through the facility. I am without means to remove them but perhaps we can use them to help clean out some of the Yuuzhan Vong incursions. I am forwarding you a recording that will give details regarding the platoon and vessel::

He clicked off the mic as Squibby pointed to another screen. It was the image of another vessel coming in as the blastport shook with reverberations from the explosion of the transport ship. Relit grimaced as he was already having a tough time dealing with the First Order currently inhabiting the blastport. Clicking the mic back on, he communicated with Screebee as he sent over the recording. ::Screebee. We have another squad of 6 that have entered the blastport. Current identity unknown, we are assuming First Order for the time being.::

Switching over frequencies, he tuned into the commander of the Marines sent by [member="Saul Perth"] and the Dauntless.

::Commander. This is Jedi Master Relit Vandal. The First Order science expedition is starting their route through the facility. There ship is currently in port but I'm unsure of how long that will last. Additionally, it seems we have another 6 that have landed in a separate port. I am sending you information regarding their position. They are currently setting up a perimeter. I advise caution in approach.::

::10-4, Jedi Master. I will send a detachment towards recently landed. Everyone else will head towards the ported vessel.::

Relit turned towards another screen to see just that occurring. One group heading towards the science vessel, another veering off towards the down platoon of 6. He would do his best to guide them away from Yuuzhan Vong, leaving that for the First Order to deal with as he currently worked to rid the Blastport of all incoming threats.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Connor Harrison"]
Enemies: [member="Saul Perth"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="James Mathison"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"]

There was a disturbance. The Force screamed out to Kaalia, indicating that immediate action was required. Somebody wanted her dead and had set their sights on the redhead, and seemingly from thin air a Force Push was sent her way. There was no time to block it, and so let herself be knocked back. While midair she closed her eyes and time seemingly slowed down, her mind focussing on her breath. A stream of air, much like the wind. Seeing and bending the currents of wind around one's person was the basis on which Wind Shaping was built. The woman reached out to the currents through the Force, feeding it and shaping it, creating something reminicent of a tornado around her. Her eyes snapped back open and she used the wind around her to gracefully maneuver through the air, landing on her two feet.

Another warning. She knew she couldn't stand still, and so Kaalia dashed to cover. While moving she felt the heat of a blaster bolt caress her face, indicating the blast shouldn't have been an inch closer. Mishel in the meantime had found her way towards her, and told her to meet up with Connor. "Whatever you do, walk out alive." Her masked head nodded towards Mishel. "No matter what anyone says, let your heart choose your actions." Kaalia felt Mishel's struggle between Light and Dark. She herself had struggled with it in the past, but she found her place within the Force. She would do everything she could to help the brunette do the same, as it would eventually mean the difference between life and death. "Let the Force speak the truth to you." With those words the Knight disengaged.

After enough distance was created the woman spoke through the communications channel for the Ren. "This is Voldaren. I am moving towards Harrison's position, backup is underway."

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Reepicheep Memorial Park
[member="Ashin Karrde"]

Jaxton put his left forearm atop the former Sith Lord's collarbone in a hard push, aiming to keep her down. In retrospect, he should have restricted her arms, as her right hand grabbed unto his tricep, about at the midway point. Perhaps she could feel she was at the 'breaking point' so to speak, where prosthetic met flesh, perhaps not. She unleashed a torrent of lightning either way.

Jaxton gritted his teeth together as his skin cooked, first at his left arm and then up his shoulder. His prosthesis, thankfully, didn't flare around or seize, rather locking into the place. It was of little consequence though, the motors were stopped, it was a dead limb now. Perhaps if this was some joe-shmuch sith lord he would have stopped it before the prosthetic died, but Ashin had a speed and power that few could replicate. Regardless the lightning didn't cook him for long. Jaxton concentrated in Force Speed, but had a few other tricks. Basic White Current, going Beyond Shadows, and the Baron Do technique hassat-durr. Using the Force Jaxton created a psuedo-magnetic field to shield him and redirect the lightning unto his opponent, though he was fairly certain she was far more experienced in taking lightning than he.

His right hand, still useful, propped an unignited retrosaber unto her waist, threatening to activate, but in a split second turned upward ninety degrees, then ignited and was pulled up. The goal was to get her to spend a half a second shielding her side and then sever her left arm at the shoulder with the time bought by the feint.

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Metrobig City
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] - [member="Mishel Ren"] - [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Enemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] - [member="Saul Perth"] - [member="Spencer Varanin"] - [member="Aeron Kreelan"]

[SIZE=11pt]It seemed there was very little effect to bad. All her studies, her practice, her work with numerous holocrons, her power and so little? Another approach, perhaps? She shifted strategy, instead of resembling a snake coiling around the mind and hissing a seductive whisper, Samka’s powers turned to something with a little more brute force. If subtlety would do so little then it was time to break through with other means.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Dark Side would descend once more, fuelled by Samka’s increasing anger, now in the form of a thousand spears stabbing, twisting, hammering and attempting to pry the Jedi’s mind open.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Elsewhere the Light was growing stronger. Sam shifted on the spot in discomfort. It wasn’t coming from the Jedi fighting Carnifex but elsewhere. Her muscles tensed, finger tips twisting as her nails dug into her own skin. She broke her silence, instead there was a small, low growl coming from her lips before she rose abruptly to her feet. The feral noises subsided and were replaced with a more dignified sigh of exasperation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“It appears,” Sam turned to the assortment of Ren and Sith by her side, “that there’s an assortment fools headed our way.” She spoke in a tone of mild irritation, as though unexpected rainfall had interrupted a social event. “I want anti-air set up here immediately,” she nodded to a Ren who immediately bowed and scurried away to relay her orders.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Carnifex was strong, perhaps he was one of the most powerful figures active in the galaxy, he could handle himself. The ones who needed her protection most were the others in her order. If the Sith Lord had further need of her aid this day, they both knew he had only to ask.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“With me,” she gestured to a Ren and a Sith to follow her and set a path to the others.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Ren were hers to protect and those who dared lay a finger on them would incur her wrath.[/SIZE]

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location - Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform - FIV Kingfisher - Damaged bridge Bercey-class Weather Corvette
Objective - Saving those that want to die and bring the party
Allies - GA, well got one so far ( [member="Canal"] [member="Laira Vereen"] | [member="Nicolas Thorne"] )
Enemies - Directly engaging ( [member="Ara Ren"] ) all other baddies ( [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Satia"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] )
(Stuff for pew pew and glow stick party in bio)

[SIZE=10.5pt]X[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] <- Background music[/SIZE]

When the first Knight of Ren appeared and a new access began to be cut into the bridge by a saber Bryce knew they were in trouble. He wanted to signal Nick that it would be best to beat feet but with no air he was not good that force born communication enough to do so. Nick seemed all to ready to engage the darksider closest to him so Bryce made up his mind then and there to help as to leave him would be a serious act of cowardice.

Bryce was no coward, maybe a bit eccentric and well odd, but now coward. From his time in the wilds of Taros as a child he had survived and faced down plague born monsters. As a adolescent he had fought back the sith spawn on Demonsgate. As a man he had met may masters of the dark forces and he feared no shadow. As the new opponent continued to cut her way through the corvettes bulk head Bryce began to collect his strength. His connection to the force which to some may have been seen a weak was now growing. Closing his eyes he could feel the living force flowing into him, strengthening his actions and obeying his command. As the energy build inside him his signature in the force would turn to a ripple of water to a swirling cyclone anyone sensing him now would know that one strong in the force stood before them.

As the metal wall gave way Bryce opened and threw his hand forward as he summoned a beam of Force light. As the woman entered the bridge she would be accosted by a spot light well over 3 meters in diameter of pure force goodness. The power of it now surrounding her would not harm her physically but to her, maybe even worse. Strong enough to turn sithspawn to ash or drive back a dark nexus she would begin to feel her connection to the dark she held so dear begin to fade. Not enough to prevent her from action this was far from a game changing maneuver. It would however, continue to weaken her over time and if action was not taken she would at some point go to call on the dark, and it would no longer be there to answer...

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Task Force Moridena (Sieb Tevv) Flank
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Sieb Tevv"], [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Cody Bantam"], [member="Rach Vizla"], [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Enemies: First Order, [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] (engaging), [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Thalera Isianthar"], [member="Samuel Jones"], [member="Charlotte Reed"], [member="Tobias Wrynn"], [member="Emelie Sterren"]
Objective: Redirect Fire onto Priority Targets, Hold the Line
Gear:

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Lightsaber
GA-HBS-01 Heavy Blaster Pistol

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Bridge, Belsar-class Command Carrier ANS Hereafter
Skor II Orbit, Task Force Moridena Flank
Outer Rim

"Commodore!" the junior officer called out, her voice pitching slightly in alarm. As Zark and Lieutenant Commander Bashir approached her station, she relayed the orders from Admiral Tevv aboard the Moridena. The Mon Cal XO was thankful at least that the panic of the battle's beginning had subsided and they were no longer shouting intel at their commanders against protocol.

"All batteries, redirect and focus fire on new priority targets," Zark commanded the senior weapons officers to relay throughout the fleet, "Designation: Halberd-class Artillery Frigate. You may fire when ready."

For her own part, the guns of the Hereafter remained more or less silent. Possessing little in the way of anti-capital weaponry, the Belsar relied on waves of protective fighter screens as well as its lighter escort. By this point, the Commodore had ordered two of the Dreadnought Mark III escort cruisers guarding her up to the line with the Scythes, the Justicar and the Resistance, while the ANS Defiant and the command carrier's own still noteworthy anti-starfighter emplacements kept the worst of what the First Order was capable of projecting this far through the Alliance line at bay.

But on the line itself, the heavy guns of Task Force Sullust fell silent momentarily as their gunners and targeting computers began to track new targets. Soon, they resumed their cacophonous thundering, belching turbolaser blasts and massive projectiles at such volumes they resembled divine fury. But the enemy traded back just as viciously, and while so far none of the vessels under Zark's command had come under concentrated fire, the indirect assault the First Order maintained against the Galactic Alliance line was beginning to wear on their shields, and even penetrate to inflict minor hull damage on some of the smaller vessels. So far, however, they were holding. It was not the capitals Bashir was worried about.

From the bridge of the Hereafter was the main point of coordination for the majority of the GA aligned starfighters in the system, where wings and squadrons got their firing orders when their motherships were too engaged to direct them. It was difficult to tell who held the edge in terms of total fighter count, so chaotic even was the holoprojection before them, with swarms of white and red dots criss crossing and more and more winking out each passing moment. But the Belsar played a critical role in making sense of such chaos, and where before Lieutenant Commander Bashir saw cunning bordering on brilliance, he was now beginning to see only overaggressive folly, meant to inflict the maximum damage against the enemy as possible regardless of the cost of life in Alliance pilots.

The executive officer wasn't even sure anyone on the bridge had even picked up on it, the changes in behavior, in tactics. He could not let this go on for much longer, but how could he justify any of it to his fellow officers? Would he accomplish anything at all but removing himself from the equation, possibly placing even more lives in danger by not being there when things got even worse, obviously worse? Knowing not the answers save that he had to try something, to his shock Bashir found that when he pulled the Commodore aside he found a solution suddenly, violently made for him.

"Yes, Lieutenant Commander?" any hint of warmth faded from the honorific as, looking into the Mon Cal's eyes, Zark's expression changed utterly. Not fury, or hate, but an even more terrifying blankness filled his features instead, "You seek to usurp my command."

"I...Commodore, of course not..." it was Bashir's turn to trail off himself, suddenly not so sure that hadn't been his exact intention upon pulling Zark aside, "I just....sir, I have concerns..."

"Insolence."

Commander Bashir was not exactly choking, as there apparently remained a certain level of control within the Jedi Knight when he used the Force to pick his subordinate up by the throat and raise him off the ground. The polar Mon Cal scrambled at invisible hands ineffectively, the pressure to his neck not seriously restricting airflow but enough to keep him thoroughly restrained and distracted by the discomfort. All eyes were definitely on them now, though in that moment the XO could not help but wish he had found a less dangerous solution.

"I will not tolerate it aboard my ship," as he spoke the words, the Commodore retained the same measure of eerie composure he had throughout the entire exchange, "Certainly not from the likes of one so Force weak as you."

As he uttered the last word, his tone twisted into disdain and his face contorted into a mask of rage, before it was replaced an expression of complete confusion. Released suddenly from the Force grip without warning, Bashir plummeted roughly to his hands and knees on the raised deck of the bridge. Taking a few involuntary steps as if to help the Mon Cal and then pausing, as though realizing for the first time that he had been the cause, the lieutenant commander caught a glimpse of the most horrible expression of fear on his superior's face before it was replaced with a different sort of mask.

"Lieutenant Commander Bashir, my sincerest apologies," the Commodore said, unwilling or unable to meet him directly in the eye, "I hereby declare myself unfit for command due to a medical emergency. You have the bridge, please notify Admiral Tevv and High Command."

"...aye, sir," the Mon Cal managed at last, after being helped to his feet by two junior officers with aghast expressions of their own. But Zark had already turned away and was headed for the turbolifts. The doors had closed behind him when Bashir turned to address a quite obviously shaken bridge crew, "You heard the Commodore, notify the Admiral of the medical emergency. All gunners, maintain fire on priority targets. Let those Halberd frigates have it."

Turning towards starfighter operations, the Lieutenant Commander began to set about saving the lives of as many pilots as he could, and tried very hard not to think about the implications of what just happened should any of them survive this battle. He had no idea what they could possibly be.



Task Force - Sullust
"Pulsar's Peacekeepers."

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8,110 meters

Belsar-class Command Carrier:
ANS Hereafter | Shield Integrity: 100% Hull Integrity: 100%
12 Squadrons

Scythe-class Mark III Heavy Cruisers:
ANS Golden Spear | Shield Integrity: 94% Hull Integrity: 100%
ANS Thus to Tyrants | Shield Integrity: 96% Hull Integrity: 100%

Dreadnought-class Mark III Escort Cruisers:
ANS Resistance | Shield Integrity: 94% Hull Integrity: 100%
ANS Justicar | Shield Integrity: 92% Hull Integrity: 98%
ANS Defiant | Shield Integrity: 100% Hull Integrity: 100%

Valor-class Carriers:
ANS Krayt Dragon | Shield Integrity: 90% Hull Integrity: 100%
ANS New Hope | Shield Integrity: 95% Hull Integrity: 100%
14 Squadrons

CR90 Corvettes:
ANS Firebird | Shield Integrity: 96% Hull Integrity: 100%
ANS Tiger Claw | Shield Integrity: 93% Hull Integrity: 92%
ANS Remember Eriadu | Shield Integrity: 97% Hull Integrity: 98%

Summary of Actions

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Task Force Sullust remains on Task Force Moridena's flank, two Dreadnought escort cruisers pull up to main line to optimal weapons range, third stays back with Belsar. All capital ships focus fire on any Halberd-class Artillery Frigates in range. Zark relieves himself of command after a sudden outburst on the bridge, NPC Mon Cal executive officer takes over coordination of task force.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Reepicheep Memorial Park, Metrobig City
[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

She'd expected to take part of the lightning; the Baran Do hassat-durr trick, though, was entirely outside her experience. As the brunt of her own power rebounded on her, she struggled to shield her left side. A moment too late, she realized she'd been throroughly suckered. Her hubris had, once again, bitten her in the gluteal region.

The retrosaber sheared through her arm at the shoulder in a heartbeat. With half the wind knocked out of her, she couldn't​ scream effectively​, but her diaphragm didn't know that. Paralyzing pain locked up her torso.

The Dark Side surged through her, keeping her conscious despite agony. Her alchemical eyes warped.

"Tomorrow...then," she rasped out, still flat on her back.

 

[James Mathison]

Location: MetroBig City
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Mishel Ren"]
Allies: [member="Saul Perth"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | @Aeron
Targeting: [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

Having spent a great deal of time gathering the Force within himself, he felt the location of many events taking place around the City. He turned his eyes towards what looked like a small tornado that flashed over the city. Someone was manipulating the air currents with the Force. An interesting technique.

James took off across the rooftops to locate that specific signature, one he'd decided to name Wind Walker. The presence was female, she was on the move. James was intent on tracking her down. Flying through the city at speed, James could feel himself closing in on the Wind Walker's position. He chose not to conceal his own signature, he wanted them to know he was coming. He wanted to find and fight with the woman. Hopefully he'd get to see more of her techniques. He loved new techniques.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Location: Salvagestuff platform above Skor II​

Allies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Torian Pierce"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Nils Brenner"]​

Enemies: [member="Canal"] [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member="Raph Thule"]​

Equipment: Life Support Armor, Lightsaber​

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Kyrel was using all of his power to wield the junk tornado that was causing havoc upon his enemies. The tornado aided by gravity and of the force was killing Alliance soldiers left and right, while providing cover for the Gundark Gunners, his faith in them would only strengthening if they were to complete the mission they were charged with, which was putting this diversion so another team could do a very important task, as long as Kyrel could kill the Alliance fools that were in front of him, than that was all that mattered. He kept drawing upon the darkness, the rage, and the hatred to keep fueling his power hurling all types of debris at his enemies weather it was scraps of old droids, pieces of starfighter engines, or even huge metal plates it did not matter as it kept going, and from the looks of it it was even starting to drive Twilight Company back even deeper as the stormtroopers kept pushing up.

He would direct the funnel of flying junk and debris in the area of the lone gunman, sending a huge piece of a starfighter towards him, along with several other pieces of debris. He than saw one of the alliance marines firing with his squad behind some trash, no matter for Kyrel would use some durasteel hulls to absorb the blasterfire, and than move the tornado in the surrounding area, hurling tons of metal and trash at the enemy soldiers violently in attempt to stamp them out of there position and drive them back. Kyrel for a moment looked ahead and saw a man running towards him, he mentally cursed himself for the incompetence of the Gundark Gunners as he saw the man somehow make his way past the tornado without suffering a single scratch which would have been highly unlikely. As the man was just about to hit him with some type of Baton which Kyrel would have no time to react Rexus came in with in what Kyrel's astonishment would look like a lightsaber, he thought to himself curiously. 'What....How did he come across a Lightsaber.' But now was not the time for questions, as questions like that would have to be asked another time. He was at least thankful that Rexus would have the insect taken care of while he was free to continue the onslaught.

As he kept up the onslaught, an idea formed in his head, and one he should have thought of earlier, he should let know of the ground team of what is happening, and so he activated his comlink to [member="Castor Ren"] to inform him of the situation. "Brother Castor, Brother Kyrel here... It seems the beasts of the Galactic Alliance are far more traitorous to there Squib allies than we have previously thought. It seems the enemy has used our own VX Grenades upon the squibs, they have sent them through the ventilation system, and now they are dying by the hundreds. I have proof of this." He said as if he was outraged by the act of this war crime that took place, and to add insult to injury to the Alliance sent holofeed from his helmet, of the alliance sending the gas through the ventilation system and the squibs dying horribly. "The Alliance are not as holy as they seem to be, as they have no regard on rules of engagement, I implore you to plead this to the King and show them the real truth behind they're so called allies. Brother Kyrel out." He said purposefully with a malicious grin crossing his face, knowing the Alliance have dug their own grave by using such a horrible tactic that cost the lives of who they were supposed to protect, and with that he kept his brutal bombardment, sending violent waves of rubble and scrap metal killing all in his path.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Metrobig City
Allies: [member="Aedan Miles"] @GA Guys and Gals
Enemies: The other guys
Gear: In Bio

NPC units:
Dark Jedi of Bogan
Drakon Regiment
Shadow Guard
Red Fang

The loud banging on his door woke him from a really good dream about swan diving into a giant pie. He'd been craving a good pie for some time. Mandalorians weren't known to be great bakers, and the only good cook he knew was with his children, Satine. Dressing in his beskar'gam, Nolan exited his room and ran after Aedan who'd already start the briefing about their mission.

After the orders were dispatched, everyone moved to their respective locations. Nolan was in Drop pod number one, because he was going in first. His favorite part was the initial thrust as the drop pods were shot from the ship. Strapping himself in, he gave the crewman the thumbs up to let the Red Fangs fly.


"Yeeeeeeehaaaaaa!!"

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

LOCATION: Metrobig City
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Saul Perth"], [member="Spencer Varanin"]
ENEMIES: First Order, [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"],
GEAR: Armor, Gun, Lightsaber x 2, Another Gun, Cloak, Ring of Thermal Detonators
OBJECTIVE: Fighting the horde
THEME: I get it - Chevelle

His lightsaber had found purchase in the cloth of the Sith Lord. Perhaps the most vulnerable component of the man, beyond the softer flesh of the face, the Master took momentary triumph for what it was. A prying, yet ephemeral, strike at the man with little hope of utility. In that response, he stepped back as the man twirled, spinning the saber downward into reverse grip with the momentum of the strike. In expectation of defense against a lightsaber, he was more or less caught off guard by the exertion of the force. The force push smacked him hard in the chest and with the back step, he had no time to shift his weight forward. Instead, he committed to the push and all its primary effects. With a blast back, his cloak fluttered from the blast of energy. Smacking his back on the ground, he converted the energy into a backward roll as he continued to slide across loose stone and cobble. Now capable of shifting his weight, he leaned forward and struck sabers across ground to cease his movement.

It was then that he felt it, the positive energy from an ally that stood nearby. He could feel it now, the forces of the lightside were converging on his position. Darron Ectares had been successful in the call for aid. But even more than that, the Force Valor, supplied from Spencer Varanin, coursed through his body and mind. Vitality, strength, mental acuity beyond simple natural teachings, gave him a sense of supplemented energy that rivaled his own vigor. Face and majority of body still shrouded by phantasm cloak, his arms struck out to each side in preparation of the Sith Lord charging forward or continuing the assault.

"Piece by piece...you will fall to ruin."

He grimaced beneath the hood, another mental strike he could feel crawl through the folds of his mind. Less imagery, less subtly, more direct action. Each prod and poke was laced with anger and impatience, a sort of rage that felt just within grasp of control and direction. Against a bulwark with no doors, this attacker had moved from persuasive tongue to a direct attack against stone and mortar. Against the very defenses that had repelled initial efforts, now invigorated by the power supplied by his unknown ally. And perhaps the attack would have worked had the attention and focus been continued, not being cut off by the actions of the practitioner. While the initial attempt felt focused, this drifted and lingered from center line, as if the user was torn away from endeavor by distraction.

Charging forward, now bolstered by the confidence and power of allies, Gabe called to the full intensity of the force as he moved swiftly, aided by the force. As he moved towards the Tyrant of Panatha, he swung with shallow and quick strikes. His feet occasionally left the ground in horizontal spins as he pivoted momentum into energetic strikes. Intent on defeating his opponent with a thousand cuts, he would work to forcibly chip stone from this monolith. Until nothing was left but crumbling rubble and desolation.

~~~

::Alright boys and girls, we're coming in hot!:: The communications lit up over the sound of the repulsor engines kicking into high gear. Darron primed the weapons as he looked over his shoulder, the marines gearing up in standard lightweight armor and rifles and grenades. A paltry showing of armament, if he could say so, but what they lacked in equipment they more than made up for in experience and commitment. He could relate to that, often being given the short end of the stick in regards to equipment on Sulon. Gabe said it gave character. But Darron already had that for miles.

Setting down in a barren street a few cliques from the geotagger for Gabes position, Darron almost literally kicked the marines out and gave them reason to hoove it from there. ::Dealing with wizards out there. Hate to get shot down if we get too close!::

::We'll move in from here. Thanks for the drop.::

With that, Darron was back in the skies as he kicked on the targeting system and sensor array. Cutting the Illria-Class dropship nearly 90 degrees up, the vessel found a good deal of elevation before heading in Gabe's general direction.

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: MetroBig City
OBJECTIVES: Secure the sub-network system
ALLIES IN AREA: [member="Audrey Saint George"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
ENEMIES IN AREA: [member="James Mathison"] | GA in area
ENEMIES ENGAGING: [member="HK-36"]
GEAR: Ren Attire / Crossguard Lightsaber / Wristblade

--​

That feeling again.

As he walked with two troopers beside him, he heard muted conversation in his ear from the helmet. It sounded as if he would have support from the ever faithful Kaalia. He smiled slightly. She was a sweetheart, and she would go far.

Connor stopped and turned slowly. There was a noise - and it sounded like part of the tunnel moved. He was frozen on the spot and bore into the distance back to the station, past the derailed subway car they just passed.

His breath was all to be heard.

And then...two red eyes opened. A cybernetic voice sounded.

Connor swallowed. The troopers readied themselves, blasters up.

A cyborg - or droid - whatever the hell it was - made themselves known and casually rested on the car. He either had walked right past, or the droid knew stealth well.

"There are no Sith here. Only servants of the Force, my good droid."

Connor turned fully to face the eyes, inhuman and fully predatory.

"We are not here to cause trouble. We are here to maintain peace, justice and order." He clocked the companions and their blasters, and his body shivered. "Let us do our job, and we will be of no harm."

He had never faced a droid before. First time for everything...right?

Come on Kaal!

 

[HK-36]

Location: MetroBig City Tunnels Underneath
Objective: Wizard Wars
Allies: Waiting for response from Choli and the Squibs
Enemies: Engaging [member="Connor Harrison"]
HK Inventory: Phrik Droid Body, 2x Magnetic Revolvers loaded with Neuranium Pellets, HK-Killer rounds, DUST balls, pistol variant of Grappling Hook, HypnoGaze photoreceptor attachment, built-in jet system attachment, Abregado combat shield, black Chameleon Cloak, Sliver of Light Training Lightsaber, Spear of Rae, Anti-Force Users grenades, Vonduun Skerr Karamik, Grav Gloves.
Greycloaks (3 droids) Inventory: Greycloak body, 2x Magnetic Revolvers each loaded with standard pellets, HK-Killer rounds, DUST balls, pistol variant of Grappling Hook, HypnoGaze photoreceptor attachment, built-in jet system attachment, Abregado combat shield, grey Chameleon Cloak, standard blue-blade combat lightsabers, Spear of Rae, Anti-Force Users grenades, Vonduun Skerr Karamik, Grav Gloves.


"Do not piss into my circuits and call it distilled hydraulic fluid."

HK replied,

"I have fought Kaine and his Crimsoncloaks supported by your so called Stormtroopers, I have been to his fortress of misery and abomination on Panatha, kept so nicely under his power by the Moff Tartking Muppets you call a government. I have seen the red sabers of your corrupted Force disciples and the burning crosses on Kaeshana they set alight with them, watching the natives burn, an army and empire of humans, serving humans, for humans, in a Galaxy that is so much more. Well and the occasional Chiss but they really get around do they not?"

The droid quipped as he begun to move closer towards Connor, his hands moving down to disappear under his black cloak, the other droids kept their position, still in their stealth,

"I have walked this Galaxy since its birth, I have seen the Republic form, I have seen the birth of the Empire so many now idolize, and I have news for you. The Order, it is not exactly 'First', I did not stop them when the Ren first crawled out of their pitiful holes and slaughtered their way through the Galaxy, turning more planets into dust like their predecessors, but I will not be so idle again. Put down your weapons and come with me willingly."

HK offered, a lot of what he said wasn't exactly factual, but since he was so old and so much of the knowledge since before Gulag plague was lost, there weren't that many people who would actually know better,

"You are strong in the Force, I can sense that,"

That was a lie, well Connor may have been capable in the Force, HK just had no way of sensing so, he merely wanted to appear more mystical,

"But I am beyond strength or the Force. The peace, justice, and order you claim to maintain comes at the cost of bodies of those who do not share your vision, it will not come to pass, fight me and your soldiers will die, the reinforcements you probably already summoned as I spoke and bought time will be lead into this trap, and I will drag you away by your throat either way."

So all this time HK just kept moving closer towards Connor at a leisurely pace, how close he would let the droid get would depend if he interrupted him at any time and opened fire, otherwise the machine would be too close for comfort to him. While HK did not exactly like speechifying outside of combat, he tended to do so more during a fight because he could taunt his opponents while attacking since droids didn't exactly had to be distracted while playing their messages, that was the point of the maneuver more or less, distract them with a speech and hopefully fire on HK so the other droids could get a jump on them.

 

[Kriel Firin]

Location: Squib City
Allies: FO
Enemies: GA
Worthy Opponent: [member="Kaida Taldir"]

It was true that he did not care if she pulled back or not, but it was fair to say that he was surprised that she pressed on with the attack.

He felt the blade penetrate his stomach — his armour was nothing more than a dark body-suit and offered virtually no protection. His expectation was that his own blade would enter her body — but instead it failed to breach the armour she wore.

He was not familiar with anything that could repel a saber — let alone anything that was wearable. His lack of knowledge was his undoing and his tactic therefore woefully inept.

In a moment he knew the fight was over — and his life now hung in the balance. It was not an instantly fatal blow but he would not last long without medical aid.

So he stepped back, allowing the blade to leave his stomach and hopefully cauterising the wound as it exited.

His next thought — his only thought — was to escape, so he turned and using the Force to boost his speed, he ran as fast as he could.

 

[Elmont Block]

Location: King’s residence, North East Metrobig
Allies: [member=Choli Vyn] [member=Trextan Voidstalker]

Elmont sensed that Trextan was of a similar mindset to himself and was no doubt itching for a straight fight.

And given the current course of action was somewhat outside of his comfort zone, he chose to defer to the others for as long as the talking continued and instead made the decision to bide his time.

So he closed his eyes and meditated. If a fight was brewing, he wanted to be rested and connected deeply with the Force.

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: MetroBig City
OBJECTIVES: Secure the sub-network system
ALLIES IN AREA: [member="Audrey Saint George"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Mishel Ren"]
ENEMIES IN AREA: [member="James Mathison"] | GA in area
ENEMIES ENGAGING: [member=HK-36]
GEAR: Ren Attire / Crossguard Lightsaber / Wristblade

--​

Connor found himself stepping back with each stomp forward the droid made. The Stormtroopers did the same, blasters level. However, he couldn't help smile at the programming. Blunt and to the point. Then, what did he expect from a junk-heap taking orders.

"Kaalia, do not come down here. If you trust me, don't do it," he spoke into his helmet, low and direct.

The droid probably heard him. But then, if [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] was safe, it didn't matter.

Connor also knew the second he attacked, the troopers would, and they'd be the first to be dropped. With that, he turned to the pair.

"You served the Order as you should. To the end."

Turning back to the droid, he unhooked his lightsaber and half-nodded, and then walked forward as the droid did, breathing steadily.

"I do what I do for the good of the galaxy," he spoke out, "and no Alliance programme will deter me. You are material. Nothing more. Built to do a job. For that, you do not earn my respect."

The crossguard saber sparked into life, illuminating the subway around him in crimson red.

"You will know I can not just come along willingly. No machine or man made for war will do that."

His fingers tightened after flexing. The droid was more imposing up close.

"The Jedi are just as much butchers as you claim we are. Only they make you so you can't, and never will, see the injustice you serve. I am sorry you could not be more use, droid."

Connor pushed off with his right foot in a hop/jump into the droid, plunging his saber forward for a torso strike. He at least had to see what he was up against and do what damage he could to buy time.

The sound of blaster fire erupted around him - he just couldn't be sure it was from his troopers.

 

[HK-36]

Location: MetroBig City/Tunnel Entrance
Objective: Wizard Wars
Allies: Just HK and his Greycloaks
Enemies: Fighting [member="Connor Harrison"] and his Squad
HK Inventory: Phrik Droid Body, 2x Magnetic Revolvers loaded with Neuranium Pellets, HK-Killer rounds, DUST balls, pistol variant of Grappling Hook, HypnoGaze photoreceptor attachment, built-in jet system attachment, Abregado combat shield, black Chameleon Cloak, Sliver of Light Training Lightsaber, Spear of Rae, Anti-Force Users grenades, Vonduun Skerr Karamik, Grav Gloves.
Greycloaks (3 droids) Inventory: Greycloak body, 2x Magnetic Revolvers each loaded with standard pellets, HK-Killer rounds, DUST balls, pistol variant of Grappling Hook, HypnoGaze photoreceptor attachment, built-in jet system attachment, Abregado combat shield, grey Chameleon Cloak, standard blue-blade combat lightsabers, Spear of Rae, Anti-Force Users grenades, Vonduun Skerr Karamik, Grav Gloves.

HK did not respond to his communication towards Kaalia but did pick up on it, it was what the machine predicted and hoped for, reason why he identified the current situation as an ambush. While he could probably take two Force users and a squad of stormies on at the same time, it was just easier to fight Connor and his group without reinforcements, for now at least the Ren would be trapped in the tunnels with the droids.

"It was neither the Jedi nor the Alliance that made me, I do not serve them but I carry out the will of the Force."

The droid replied as Connor stepped up to the plate so to speak and lighted up his lightsaber,

"I am so much more than a mere puppet construct you presume,"

As Connor jumped up with a lunge towards the droid, HK did not move, he could have, he saw it coming, but he wanted to end this fight as soon as possible,

"Allow me to educate you."

He quipped


TSHHHHHHH

There was the noise of a lightsaber hitting plate as Connor's blade struck true, clashing against the organic looking plates that covered the Vong biot shaped by Vanir Tech, an outer layer of HK's defenses. The plates would resist the energy blade at first but it would sink deeper with the strong hit, soon enough there would be the painful screeching hiss of the biot that covered HK

KSSSSSSRKRRHHH

If Connor would push the blade deeper at that point instead of backing off it would meet resistance, harder and more resilient than the outer organic layer. It was the armor Phrik plates of HK's body, being forged out entirely out of the lightsaber resistant material.


The droid would raise his left hand, still in that weird gesture as he closed his fingers together like a cage, Connor would then feel strange sensation of an invisible grip forming around and within the hilt of his lightsaber. The gestures HK did previously were a way of setting up his Grav Gloves, charging their miniature repulse generators and powering them up, closing his fingers threw out a gravitational anomaly which formed within the Ren's lightsaber hilt and mimicked the gesture. It would be pretty obvious that the droid was capable of some sort of telekinesis but it was not borne of the Force as it did not trigger its ripples like normal Force powers would.

He threw his hand aside then as he closed it hard, in his counter attack the machine tried to break Connor's fingers by smashing them into pulp around his lightsaber hilt and hopefully damaging it as well in the process, due to their proximity the crush and pull would be more or less with the whole strength of droid's augmented body, but it would be pretty obvious with each hand the droid did this if Connor had time to try and stop him.

However to take advantage of the maneuver and their proximity, HK twisted his right hand forward, hopefully as Connor was brought aside and closer to the ground with the crushing pull of the Grav Gloves, he closed it quickly in a fist as he threw out a punch and tried to smash it right into Ren's face, or any helmet faceplate he wore, to deal some melee damage with the metal and armored limb. Hopefully it wouldn't cause a lethal concussion or do that thing where his nose cartilage is pushed into his brain, that's pretty gross.


The sound of blaster bolts came from his stormtroopers, as the droids on HK's side did not use energy weapons, they did open fire however and the sound of shattergun pellet cutting through the air would resonate around the tunnels mixing with the shots of blasters. Presumably few plasma bolts splattered the ground around Connor and HK and some hit the side of his armored torso, burning marks into the sharksking and duraplast layer of armor over the biot as at first he was the only visible target.

The Greycloaks would fire off their Magnetic Revolvers in bursts from their stealth, finally revealing themselves in ambush as they had to disengage their cloaks, using their high tech trackers and sensors to hopefully get their shots just right, their hypervelocity pellets were capable of hitting targets with enough power to punch through vehicles, last time they used them against stormtroopers with each shot their outer armor would shatter, hence the name, and cave inwards, sending the pellets and shards or armor like shrapnel into the soldier's body, turning their carapace against them.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

SPACE
Allies (immediate): [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] (OOCly indisposed), @Sev’ayn’nuruodo
Allies (peripheral): [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Thalera Isianthar"] [member="Samuel Jones"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Charlotte Reed"]
Enemies (immediate): [member="Rach Vizla"]
Enemies (peripheral): [member="Zark"] Pulsar [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Arisa Yune"]
Forces: Vindicator-class light carrier Admonition

Captain Adalric Vastor shifted uncomfortably at the Admonition's bridge viewport. He'd spent the bulk of his life commanding smaller ships from chairs, not on his feet constantly. Even years of running First Order defense carriers hadn't quite acclimated him. He always felt like he was about to take one wrong step and fall off the bridge tower.

The Admonition left hyperspace, and Vastor found himself immersed in bigger worries.

At a variety of ranges, using no overall formation he could determine, Alliance and First Order forces brawled in company with Silver Jedi and Mandalorians and local defense boats. He'd been called in for emergency reinforcement, but the battlefield must have shifted since the Powers That Be generated his destination coordinates. The Admonition was totally out of position, unable to engage effectively with anything but the Mando flotilla.

“Launch all small craft. Let's see what we can get done.”