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

[Gabriel Sionoma]

LOCATION: Metrobig City
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Saul Perth"], [member="Spencer Varanin"], [member="James Mathison"], [member="Kaida Taldir"]
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: Soldiers

Theirs was a dance of light and sparks. One one side, the epitome of darkness, now wielding a staff of dual red blades and bent on destruction. On the other side, a man who had once lost his purpose and found it reborn in defiance, blades of green and blue lashing out in a blinding fury. For each strike he pushed against the Sith Lord, the red rebounded with a strike that either was caught by a parry or sailed through the open air, skating by the elegant maneuvering of the wrath's doppleganger. When it seemed that a stalemate was all that would define this fight, a shriek howled through the sky above...

A truly rare and terrible beast, Gabe had sent Darron into atmosphere to chase down the Slivlith and put an end to it. But distracted by necessity, both were torn away from the duty and left distracted from its presence. And now, on its back, several remnants of the Yuuzhan Vong knelt with weapons readied as it flew close. Gabe stepped back as the ground beneath him shook, cobble and loose stone vibrating to the resonation of membranous wings and slithering tendrils. The green beast filled the sky as the two masters waged their war, threatening to separate them once more. Gabe, clinging to hope of triumph, pressed onward but with expectation of diversion from descending aberration. Stepping back, he called the force to an unexpected location, pulling a thermal detonator from his waist and flinging into the sky with timer activated. It would either strike the Slivilith from beneath, or descend towards the dueling masters to add further complication.

From the barrels of living guns, it was not blasters or slugs that were fired. But instead, Nang hul, propelled out by biomechanics. Their aim, coming from the back of the Slivilith, were honed in on the back of the Master and the chest of the defending Sith Lord. As they fired, the Slivlith strafed low, tendrils lashing out to pick up Galactic Alliance and First Order soldiers alike. Should it get close enough to the duelists, they might find themselves quickly ferried from the fight and life altogether.

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::This is Darron Ectares. We got a baddie in the sky. Moving in to engage:: He armed the concussion missile pods, wing mounted rocket launchers, and chin mounted turrets. Putting the sensor system into full force, he cut away from the First Order and Graug emplacement and set the tail of the Slivilith in his sight. ::Personnel on ground, seek shelter indoors and clear the main thoroughfare:: That was meant for Jedi, First Order, and marines alike. Because, while the Slivilith was in the air, concussion missiles were no joke.

He put everything he could into the throttle before pulling the trigger. Repeating blaster cannons sung a hollow song through the still air, tracing dual lines across the back of the Slivilith. Based off the impact, it felt like air pellets shot against rubber. Immediately, the Vong on its back turned and lifted what looked like a grenade launcher to its shoulder. Darron squinted. "What in the-"

Nang hul shot out from the organic launcher with the impact of a grenade, whizzing by and spiraling off towards a nearby building. They loaded another and Darron glared.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Metrobig City
Enemies: Primary [member="Samka Derith"]
Allies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Objectives: Play tag

Aedan Miles had been moving when he stumbled to a halt raising an eyebrow as he watched what looked like a child moving around a corner the only indication that she was anything else was the force presence around her. Smirking the young man ran towards the corner and leapt upward and over the head of the woman starting to use two force powers in unison as his violet eyes gleamed with a feral light as he landed off to the side and suddenly sent a strong force push towards the woman who seemed to be directing her attention towards a member of the Galactic Alliance. Reaching over his back Aedan drew his lightsaber pike and ignited its short blade the silver blade springing to life with a snap hiss as he spun the weapon around and planed the butt of the weapons staff into the ground leaning against it almost casually. "You know it is considered rude to pick on people. Why don't you and I play a little game of tag." Aedan let a small smirk cross his lips as he watched the woman before him waiting to see how she would react to his appearance his hand resting almost easily on the haft of his weapon.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

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ALLIES​

[member="Ranulph Tarkin"] | [member="Connor Harrison"]​

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ENEMIES​

[member="Relit Vandal"]​

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"CHARGE!"

The scenario -- the danger, the excitement, the intrigue -- had all combined to create quite the heady environment for the impressionable Dr. Saint George, but the war cry bellowed by the dashing Lieutenant Tarkin pushed her excitement over the edge into fervor. "CHAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!" the petite brunette screamed, her voice an octave higher than the others. She unhooked her blaster pistol and ran down the hall with them, and when they intercepted the Yuuzhan Vong, it wasn't fear but elation that the good doctor felt. As the troopers around her opened fire, so too did Audrey. She pointed above crouched troopers, her finger squeezing the trigger just like she practiced on the range.

"Take that you technophobic savages!" she cried triumphantly. She wasn't sure that she was actually hitting any of the aforementioned technophobic savages, but they were slowly going down,

She crouched down to reload her blaster, and noticed a soldier doing the same. "You know," she said conversationally to the soldier as they crouched to reload. "The Yuuzhan Vong aren't my area of expertise, but there's really no way around studying them, they were quite a significant part of the historical record -- in fact, they were quite a significant part of why there are parts of the historical record are missing, but that's another foxhunt altogether." The trooper stood and resumed fire, but another knelt down and Audrey, so engrossed in the process of reloading her weapon, didn't notice. "Anyway -- as I was saying, I'm no expert but I know enough about them to know that their warrior caste was very proud. Can you imagine, being defeated in battle by a librarian? The ultimate humiliation. Their gods would be so disappointed in them."

She tittered happily as she rammed the blaster pack home. "Shall we send them to their unhappy reward, then?"

Dr. Saint George turned and began firing again.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Location: Salvagestuff platform above Skor II​

Objective: Provide Diversion for covert team on mission.​

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

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

Equipment: Lightsaber, Life Support Armor​

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Kyrel had hoped his message would get through to the Knight, as he had other matters, and thought to himself carefully. 'I wonder how long can I keep going, No the dark side is all I need. My anger gives me strength, and so that will be the blight upon which my foes will suffer.' He quickly reassured himself, as he had come too far from radioactive and cataclysmic world of Kaeshana to the hellish fires of Mustafar he had a mission to complete, and so would do what was needed of him to see that mission through at any cost. Kyrel Ren the successor to the Imperial Hero Darth Vader would not be defeated in this trash heap. He would focus all his power from his rage, rage against the Galactic Alliance, Rage on what they have done to the innocents they have killed in the name of so called freedom, rage against the blatant hypocrisy that dared turn what had once been a noble society aimed for peace into nothing but a authoritarian regime that has now stagnated to a shadow of it's former self, and now killed millions of innocents in their so called 'Crusade against Tyranny.' Kyrel would have none of it as it was today on this day, he would no longer see innocents killed, no longer would he be helpless to stop it, no longer would he hear the haunting, wailing cries of a mother and child as they face the dark depths of the perilous unknown.

For with the very power of this rage he would not let up, the power of the dark side was now like a liquid fire in his veins, giving him all that he would need to smite his enemies, and so when Raph Thule was here fighting against Rexus, and even fired his sonic rifle at Kyrel he would regret it. Kyrel's sonic dampeners activated as they were standard Imperial issue just as if they were built into stormtrooper armor within the life support armor, the dampeners would lesson the impact it had to his metal prosthesis, by blocking the sound, or attempt to resonate it into a lesser frequency but in the process caused Kyrel to loose concentration making the twister fade away. Kyrel growled at Rexus's incompetence as he had told him to not allow himself to loose focus, but Kyrel had no time for reprimanding as even though the man was equipped with voidstones, he clearly did not understand a flaw within such trinkets. The flaw was yes the user could not be touched by the force, but he did not accommodate the laws of even gravity or motion, or better yet the force could not be used on him, but through Kyrel's own surroundings could voidstones how would you say be rendered void. He attempted to focus on reforming the twister, but instead he started focusing all of his concentration to send flaming debris courtesy of Twilight company's thermal detonators that had now made the remnants of the twister into a complete fire hazard towards Raph, and just for good measure attempted to protect himself with a barrier ,if this would work he couldn't say as he was stronger through the force from his previous encounters and only hoped that the barrier worked in keeping him in position, and draw Raph away from him, and giving Rexus more room to continue the deadly dance of combat that was being dealt with at this very moment.

He looked to Rexus, and said to him coldly within a hint of venom within that metallic tone of his. "Rexus might want to watch you're step." He said hinting what was coming, and hoping that he would get the hint. He than noticed the charge of Twilight company and than shifted his focus back to the support he was helping with. He directed the now flaming debris of the tornado towards the charging force, the twister's fading into oblivion caused huge swaths of flaming metal and debris to bombard Twilight company crushing or burying many in super heated rubble, the screams were music to Kyrel's ears as even many were crushed. However another pest would be along to try to attack him and so attempted to meet the foe, as a bolt hit him in the back making him angrier and so prepared to strike. He growled angrily as his force sense kicked in, and so with not even moving his hands he used some metal plates several feet from him in an attempt to block the bolts, and than send said plates hurling violently towards the gunman in an effort to crush him as he tried to refocus on dealing with Twilight company, and aiding the Gundark Gunners with support and cover, by attempted to summon the telekinetic twister yet again.

 

[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)

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When Ara attacked Bryce is was not with the brute force and frenzy of a crazed form such as Juyo but precise and elegant Way of the Ysalamiri. Though her movements did not carry the speed and power of the dark side behind them they were no less effective. As she parried out of Bryce's attack the ginger closed his hand and pivoted to face up to the boarder. Instead of trying to power up she burst forward her movements faster as in the brief time out of the light had allowed to reconnect with the perverted form of force she used.

As she slashed low Bryce us the the force to engaged the Defender Bracelet and deflected the attack, again she struck at his torso the blade bouncing off his defense bubble. As nimble as her sword work may be it would not penetrate Bryce's defenses, yet. As she attacked he still junked and parried looking for an advantage. Issue with Form II was it was so force damned balanced. No grand attacks or flippy moves just parry, thrust, lunge repeat. Perfect for the in tight confirms of the ships' bridge.

:: Stay with me - we've got to secure those data cores! :: :: I'm headed to the data cores, keep them busy if you can - ::

The words of Nils echoed in his helmet. Feth this is FO gear, it must share the same frequencies! Bryce thought so he decided to test it. Activating the comm link he said

:: OK dude I will keep this Ren girl occupied, just tell me what is so interesting about a weather corvettes data cores? ::

Bryce didn't expect an answer, the comment was more a by product of his quirky personality than an actual request for knowledge. As Ara came at Bryce again the ginger bubble boy decided to stop playing and get back on the attack. Summoning the power of the force, Bryce launched himself forward in a Huttball tackle maneuver. Depending on how she responded he would do one of two things. If the move took her by surprise she would probably get knocked back like being hit with a two meter tall dodge ball. If this happened Bryce would drop his protective bubble once clear of her saber and fire another cone of force light at her to continue to weaken her. The more likely scenario would be she would dodge the attack. If she did Bryce would activate his harness and run at the nearest wall then rebound to the ceiling above before he active his boots again and from the ceiling above shower her with force light from above.

::Look lady, I'm really more of a lover than a fighter, but these squibs are good folks and don't need you hurting them more then the Vong already have. I mean come on, don't you guys have anything better to do? :: Bryce would say on the comms as the two continued their little dance. She was soon to learn Bryce was not only a master of weird force moves and gadgets, but also puns and annoying banter.

The psychological warfare had just begun...

 

[Mishel Kryze]

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Location: MetroBig City
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Enemies: [member="Saul Perth"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"]
Disengaging: [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | Temporarily Combating: [member="Kaida Taldir"]
Objective: Defend. Assist.

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Like the flutter of butterflies, the cool breeze of the wind as it slowly kissed the blades of grass, her master had arrived. A slow motion process seemed to happen, Mishel disoriented from the vicious pull of the Alliance soldier's force abilities. The dart was there and the young Ren swore she was to see her end, and then it was gone, she blinked again and took a five foot step back. Frigid winds coming from seemingly nowhere until the brunette caught sight of a darker skinned Eldorai? At least she presumed her to be but the skin color, the hair it was all off - and then she blinked again. Another entered their realm of battle attempting a force push against her master. Then another blink, a beat of her heart and she looked above to the shrieking sound around them. It was hard to miss the creature even if it seemed to more adjacent to the Dark Lord and his battle against the Jedi Master. She blinked again as the seconds pressed on into a minute, and on instinct, a crackle of flame could be heard and then the fire from her hands erupted.

Sparks of embers turned into something larger as she focused on a small radius around them. Bringing forth the warmth of the fire to counteract the ice that she felt in her bones. She looked at Samka, and it was as if there were no helmets and she could see the bright red eyes, the vibrant purple haired - petite Master of Ren. No armor, just their sparring robes and the fire of her will. It surrounded them working to warm their bodies against the cold. It divided them from the Alliance force user, from the random young man who seemed to enjoy fighting someone when they're already engaged. From the presence of a stronger, yet strange force aura that was the Dar-Eldorai as Mishel labelled her. And then as her heart beat, as she blinked and looked up to the sky she could still see the snowflakes, she could sense and still feel the masterful cold that worked against her flames. Steam rose as the power of fire met with ice, and she could hear the terror filled screams of Alliance and Order soldiers alike. Life was fading from this world and through the ever so small circle of flame that had Mishel focusing much harder here than she had on Mustafar. Her hand's faced down as sweat broke forth, rolling across her face. Working to do her best to fight off the cold more so than anything else. She reached out with what little energy she could muster to try and feel for the Jedi, to feel for the other neutral who had valour on her side. "I can help, I just..."

"Can you not see, can you not hear?" Mishel asked to the lot of opposition that seemed to surround her, her voice masked by the vocabulator and the sound of a breather obvious with each passing word. "There is a threat here, larger than us all - and do you think that when it is done with the Jedi Master and the Dark Lord that it will simply stop?" "We must help them master, we cannot let that creature become their end." The disciple was forced down to a knee. "I implore you all to consider it, we will have our fight. I assure you, this Galaxy assures you we are forever doomed to battle one another. Cursed to it - you can continue this path if you wish, but I will... help."

"I refuse to let the Jedi Master and the Dark Lord fight on their own."

Her overall telepathy weakened, grateful that her master was right there - as for the other two she tried to reach? At best she hoped something reached them, at worst it was nothing but a flicker in the force...

 

[Connor Harrison]

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

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Connor kept the assault going as the droid lurched more, eyes squinting through the violent cracks of Force Lightning surging down the tracks. Only when a shield orbed around the droid did Connor stop, as so did the pull on his legs.

Without waiting, he cut the attack and backward rolled away onto his feet, but the droid was back on him.

And then he was in the metallic clutches of a steaming, battle hardened Alliance killer. Connor frowned at the barrage of assaults he was under, and the now less-than-dignified position he was held in. The limbs crunched in on his body as he struggled.

With the strength he had, focused with his dark energy, Connor pulled the droids head – pulled anything he could – rocking his body and twisting to get out of his grasp and cause as much damage as possible, but yet he moved forward, and Connor rose an inch or so.

He knew what was going to happen. But there was little time to act.

All he could do was cling onto the droid’s head as he was thrown down. While the fall was staggered using the weight of the metallic attacker, Connor still was dealt a hit to his legs, and he was catapulted down onto the ground below.

He groaned, and felt the pain rise up in him, and part of his body felt numb. He was slowly being beaten to death, and there was little he could think of doing. The blade was gone, the Force seemed to be defunct and he had no space.

Kicking up dirt with a hard breath through his nose, the Ren turned onto his back, wincing and looked up at the droid. He felt the Stormtroopers die around him.

"Take me," he coughed, "to your superiors…and I demand [member="Taeli Raaf"] is…present."

There was nothing more he could do in this state. He would be forced to surrender, but he had one small glimmer of hope in that of Jedi Master Raaf. If the droid was in the mercy of taking prisoners at all and not crushing his skull where he lay.

 

[H3xle]

Location: Hangar near the fighting
Allies: [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Laira Vereen"], [member="canal"], [member="Raph Thule"], GA
Enemies: [member="Rexus Wenck"], FO
Aiming at: [member="kyrel ren"]
Objective: Take out the Sith...no wait, it's just a Ren
Gear: Link in Sig

As Keric approached and fired at the Knight of Ren, he seemed to spasm around, trying to handle everything coming at him, and it ended up with just a large amount of junk flying through the air in various directions. He saw Alliance soldiers and Stormtroopers both laid low by excess flying junk at the same time that he saw his blaster bolt do nothing.

'Guy must be armored...' He thought to himself as he did a quick change, holstering his heavy blaster and once again pulling out his disruptor. Armor would not stop it's bolt, and neither would a lightsaber. The only problem was the stopping power. It'd put a hole through anything, but it wasn't as large as a blaster bolt. Death would almost never be instant, instead it'd be a lingering type of thing. The best place, then, to fire a disruptor would be a place that would incapacitate rather than kill. Joints required things to be fairly perfect to be able to work right. Get a slim spur of bone in a hip joint, and the body would resist use of the joint a great deal. Remove a portion of the joint, and it'd be a heck of a lot worse than a spur of bone.

As Keric brought up the disruptor, he saw some junk fly towards the spot he had been in when he had fired his blaster, now a span of meters behind him. He hadn't seen the Knight turn around, so he knew that he must have been trying to go for where the bolt had come from. His voidstone belt would render him undetectable to any type of force sense, from empathy to the heightened force sight of a Miraluka. He skipped forward a beat to clear the edge of the plate, but didn't take his eyes off of the Knight. He aimed at the man-machines pelvis and pulled the trigger.

One.
Two.
Three.

Keric side rolled as he expected a counter to come, and came up behind the remains of some type of fighter's frame. He popped up and fired more.

Four.
Five.
Six.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Location: Metrobig City
Objective: Beat up Gabriel and also beat up the giant green Lovecraftian beast
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], & the FIRST ORDAH
Enemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] & the Alliance Dogs (Literally)
Equipment:

• Blades of the Arch-King
• Shroud of the Tyrant
• Primordial Signet Ring

They were at an impasse.

Neither could overcome the other, both were fighting to their fullest and thus had plateaued in their gains against one another. It seemed pretty clear to the Dark Lord that if they kept fighting like this they'd be here for eternity, or until one side lost and was forced to pull out of Skor II. Luckily for them there were a million different variables on the battlefield that could disrupt the normal flow of combat, although this wa the most unorthodox one that Carnifex had ever encountered.

Both him and Gabe's attention was drawn up to the sky as a great shriek pierced the air, followed shortly by the arrival of a massive green behemoth of hungering mouths and writhing tentacles. On its back rode several Yuuzhan Vong armed with their trademark biomechanical weapons, and it was obvious that until this incursion could be defeated the two masters could not continue their own feud. Gabriel resorted to tossing a thermal detonator at the beast, but Carnifex had a different approach in mind. He turned towards one of the buildings that was still standing, and with a grunt he leapt high into the air to land on what was left of its roof. From there he could get a better vantage point against the rampaging flyer, and with a heave he flung his saber-staff towards the Yuuzhan Vong perched upon its back like a reaping scythe cutting through a field of wheat.

But Carnifex would not be content to merely throw his blade at them, so he charged forward with the intent to board the beast and take the fight directly to them. Summoning his saber back to his hand once it had completed its trajectory he proceeded to lay into the Yuuzhan Vong with furious hatred.

 

[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.


Connor was slammed down to the ground and managed to clutch onto the droid's head as he did, pulling on it, twisting and jerking with the momentum of his own toss and the force behind it. There was the groan of metal and flash of sparks spewing from the joints of the neck as a string of sapphire colored fluid came springing out from a wound he tore in the droid's neck plates, damaging the mechanical muscles and connections beneath.

"You still do not get it, Ren."

HK pointed out as his head tilted limply to one side, barely held on to his neck now. He reached to it with one of his hands, twisting it to the side and pulling, the membrane of the biot that covered him started to stretch out, thinner and thinner before it broke with a pained hiss and squeal, the droid took his own head off now that the neck was damaged right in front of Connor but the two red lights stayed on, and he kept talking,

"I do not have superiors, I am the sovereign Lord Protector of Abregado system."

The droid turned his head over to look at the neck connection, moving his fingers through the wiring and hydraulics twisted off to adjust some things and clean them, he was built-in with redundant power sources and processing units, multiple droid brains, so some of his limbs, like his head, could be separated from his torso and two body parts would keep functioning,

"Luckily for you, you will fetch a handsome price to the right people."

HK grabbed his head by the spiky chin blade thing, lifting it up quickly before slamming it back down towards Connor, aiming for his head to knock him out, his skull would be dinged up a bit, but it would be far from crushed, if HK did manage to hit him. Hopefully by the time he would regain his conscience it would be in a nice cozy cell or transported by the droids, and of course Taeli was going to be notified that he requested for her.


After the hit, or attempted hit HK would glance around their underground battlefield, by moving his head back and forth in his hand, the Greycloaks were finishing up their fights as well, one was just pulling out his wrist-blade from a limp Stormtrooper's torso, the other had two troopers on their knees, with his hands on their throats, clutching tighter and tighter as they struggled against his metal grip until they too went limp, only chocked unconscious however, Connor would have some company in his containment.

There was sound in the tunnels behind them, footsteps and chattering voices of the Squibs, they must have been the reinforcements natives sent out to HK and notified the machine about when he was tasked with securing the tunnels and protecting their warren, a bit too late for the fight but at the very least they could guard the underground network once he would leave, [member="Choli Vyn"]

The tunnels are secured, I have few prisoners to take off the planet, what is the combat situation?

He sent out a silent quick transmission to the Squibs again, hopefully connecting him with his allies so that the machine would know where they needed him next, that is if he would manage to leave the tunnels with Connor undisturbed.

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: MetroBig City
OBJECTIVES: Don't die
ALLIES IN AREA: [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Audrey Saint George"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Mishel Ren"]
ENEMIES IN AREA: [member="James Mathison"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | GA in area
ENEMIES ENGAGING: [member="HK-36"]
GEAR: Ren Attire / Crossguard Lightsaber / Wristblade

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Stubborn in battle as well as in peace, Connor would face this until the end, and would not beg. He stared at the crimson eyes of the headless droid, fluid and sparks spitting out over him on the ground. A fate worse than death was to be sold on – and it sounded as if this was what was going to happen.

The Ren wouldn't even know until it was too late. And a little Disciple wouldn't be missed in the grand scheme of things - especially, as many had reminded him, one who was "ex-Jedi" and nothing but a liability.

He didn’t even manage to get his final protest out before the sharp strike of metal impacted wth his head and flattened him back on the ground with a final groan of resilience before the world went dark.

 

[HK-36]

Location: MetroBig City/Tunnel Entrance
Objective: Wizard Wars
Allies: Just HK and his Greycloaks
Enemies: Unconscious [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.


And so HK's opponent was unconscious, the droid fixed his head back on his neck, plugging the hydraulic leak and managing to somewhat screw it on top, although it was held loosely and couldn't be turned, the machine just had to do a bit of a stiff neck Batman walk. The organic membrane of the biot reached out from the neck to the head, connecting once more to secure the head a bit more firmly. The droid reached down to Connor's unconscious body, putting his lightsaber on his belt next to HK's personal training lightsaber, and lifted the man up, slinging him over his shoulder limply, his head tilting forward as he did, forcing the droid to have to push it back to straighten it up,

"Geez look at this guy."

The droid spoke out to the Greycloaks who turned to look at him, each carrying a stormtrooper prisoner of their own,

"He has a surprisingly nice butt, right?"

"It is pretty good."

"No Jaxton though."

"Well yes, no Jaxton."

HK took off his helmet then, or what remained of it, looking over the gadget and scanning it before pushing on its side, activating the communication systems to send out a transmission to Ren's allies, specifically the last person he spoke to, [member="Kaalia Voldaren"],

"Do not worry, I will take good care of him."

Before closing his six-fingered hand around it to crush the device until it erupted in sparks, destroying any possible trackers within it, if there were any, not waiting for Kaalia's response. Although she would probably recognize the machine's voice, back from the caves of Illum when she came to help her fellow Ren and found Kyrel at the mouth of a cave fleeing from a particular group of droids, or at least that's how HK described what happened back then.


Either way, the droids turned back to move the way they came from, HK transmitting an order to the Greycloak piloting the Knight of Eclipse, their stealth transport,

Bring the ship around, we have few prisoners, and prepare field repair kit, I have sustained some damage.

Yessir.

However before they could move out too further they were met by the Squib reinforcements, carrying their various weaponry, and portable shield generators they were send with once the news of possible orbital bombardment reached them,

"Is done-is done?"

"Yes, the rest of the loot is yours."

"Shinies, good-good, go take-go take."

The order was quickly carried out by a couple of the Squib troops who moved out to salve what they could from Stormtrooper armor,

"The bombardment may come any minute, I doubt they will try sending more troops in here, he reported it as an ambush-"

HK shook Connor slightly on his shoulder to indicate who he was addressing,

"But keep some soldiers in watching over the network, and set up those shield generators, if they will bomb the position they should be enough to keep the tunnels from collapsing."

"Will do- will do"

The Squib leader agreed and HK nodded, moving to get past the blue furred beings who watched the shiny Phrik metal being with predatory gaze, so much scrap and salvage just moving around them,

"Good, well may the Force be with you."

And with that he tried to make his way back towards the tunnel exit, whether he would be accosted by someone else on his way there would remain to be seen.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Heading to the King's Residence
Objective: Play a good game of Chess
Allies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Elmont Block"]
Enemies: [member="Castor Ren"] [member="Sasha Starkos"] @Brendan Cabrol [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="FN-999"] [member="Jacques"]

Equipment: In signature

[ This is Alliance Command. We are in need of reinforcements to ensure the security of the King. Request Alliance forces that can be spared to be directed to these coordinates. ]

Of all the rotten karking... this was starting to get irritating for her. She had just arrived in the Skor system, possibly to do some dealing with the Squibs for gravity technology when the attack began. She had been heading to the King's palace anyways for her deal, after the umpteenth time getting stopped by merchants haggling her for something or other. That had stopped rather quickly when the First Order had decided to come crashing through the metaphorical door.

"This is Jedi Master Taeli Raaf, responding to request for additional protection," she said into her comlink. "I am enroute to the palace, will arrive shortly."

That had been sent to the Alliance command as she walked, letting her irritation at the situation flow out of her. It wouldn't be conducive to anything if she arrived at the palace looking like she wanted to kick a door in. No, she likely had a little while. Squibs were notorious for talking one's ears or facsimile of such off, especially when they were negotiating. She was idly starting to wonder whose patience would wear through first among the First Order emissaries, especially if they didn't have any experience in actually dealing with Squibs. The sounds of battle could be heard all around, but with an illusion of the White Current wrapped around herself, she just wasn't going to be bothered by it right now. Maybe later.

Well, it would at least be entertaining for a bit... before the likely inevitable conflict occurred. Then, she was highly likely to be bored.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Skor II​

Allies: [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Jacques"] | [member="Sasha Starkos"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="FN-999"]​

Enemies: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Elmont Block"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"])​

Neutral(?): King of Skor II​

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Again the Knight of Ren sneered beneath his mask - these beasts were cunning - he could see the greed in their eyes. Though their features were different than those of a human, one could not mistake the desire there, the longing for shinies as they called them. As they conceded two of their number to enter, he shook his head, gathering The Force in the air about him - reaching into the deepest darkest repositories of self and drew out the raw strength of the Dark Side. Casting his aura as far as he could, his power would be felt - the hair at the napes of their necks tingling as his voice projected loudly towards the canine guardians. The aura was meant to reinforce their perception of him - perhaps even cause a fleeting sense of fear and wonder at his strength, though not to harm.

:: You barter well - though again I am forced to deny your request that only two of us pass - though I am willing to ensure you do not leave empty handed. ::​

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He motioned for the others to join him as he stepped forward, weapons left in a small pile on the ground. The First Order would no doubt find a use for these creatures once order was restored - as it stood they were quite industrious. Passing through the gates, Castor turned his head first left, then right, appraising the hasty fortifications that had been set up. *Impressive indeed.* he thought.

:: Our shinies shall remain only so long as we do - however you will be compensated with objects of equal or greater value upon our departure. The rest shall be decided by your King. ::​

​

While his voice had returned to normal volumes, no doubt his display would have caused a fair share of ruffled fur, though that in truth was the intended effect. The war machine of the First Order was not a force to be trifled with. Invincible though they were not, they were effective and stubborn, loyalty borne of pride and awe ingrained in each soldier. His boots clicked across the floor, heuristic processors and data recording device picking up every detail. The masked Knight cautiously made sure not to tread upon the Squib's tails as they led and corralled them towards where their King was held - a flash of a thought crept into his mind. *I wonder if I were to stray, if they'd nip at my heels.*

The thought passed, they were led towards a hall - an open space, others in attendance. Behind the impassive visor of his helm, Castor's eyes narrowed severely as his gaze passed over the humans in attendance. It appeared the Alliance had already consorted with their King, thought it should have been no surprise. A malevolence renewed burned within the Knight, though he held his mind in check, focusing instead on the Squib King where he stood, a crown upon his head.

<< Watch them carefully. >> Castor instructed those with him, referring to the obvious light side presence in the room.​

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Castor's feet brought him to a halt before the King. For a moment he stood tall, his figure imposing in the room, his stature easily eclipsing that of the King - and then he brought himself low. A gesture of respect. Having bowed low, the Knight held his pose momentarily, waiting for the others to follow suite before rising again. Respectfully the elder Ren moved to cross his hands at his waist, his eyes tracing every movement of the King while listening - keeping careful watch through his peripherals at the light siders gathered there. As the King posed his question Castor replied, his voice yet modulated by the vocoder in his helmet.

:: King of Skor, I stand before you, an emissary of the First Order and I thank you for this audience. ::​

​

*Long winded perhaps, but necessary.*​

​

:: Take one look at your city - Metrobig. Can you tell me that it is in order? That your people are safe? Even now Graug and Yuuzhan Vong roam the streets. We are not an invasion force, we merely seek to restore order. Skor has always been a prosperous world - one built on other civilization's refuse. The Squib, an industrious people who strive to do what they dare dream of - all the while using things discarded by others - Resilient. :: He paused, letting his words hang for a moment before continuing. :: The First Order would like to extend its hand, to help the people of Skor in purging the menace of the mindless creatures which assail you, plague your lands, and kill your people. How long has it been since the Alliance offered forth their help? And yet still the vermin remain. With the full might of the First Order's military at your behest, we could rid you of these plagues - permanently. ::​

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Taking another moment to let his words sink in, Castor turned to his right, looking towards the other humans in attendance, noting a saber hanging from the woman's belt.​

​

:: That is not all we can offer you, King Adegabaydee. :: His words were careful, pronouncing the King's name as it had been introduced. :: You should know that the First Order and its society produces refuse as the fires of industry burn bright - could this not be turned into yet another profit gaining opportunity for your people, for you? Salvage, Refuse, endless waves of it - all sold at a discount to your salvage operations. Not only this but reconstruction, I have seen firsthand the destruction wrought upon your city in the wake of the Graug - but with our assistance it could be rebuilt - forged of an alliance between Squib and Empire. By joining us, you secure for yourself a victory not only within the week, but in the years to come. :: ​

 

[Elmont Block]

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

Spoiler

Allowing my more verbose writing colleagues to do the hard work! I’m just waiting to make a fool of myself when it comes to any encounters.

The Squib’s talking went in one of Elmont’s ears and straight out of the other. Unless he was directly addressed, he would allow others to do the talking. From the odd snatches of speech, he figured this was an entirely sensible approach.

So he switched on when the R-4 unit spoke and nodded his accord before Choli shared what he’d said. They were beginning to formulate a plan that involved action and that was more in keeping with his expectations of the mission he’d signed up for.

Then he turned his attention to Trextan. He nodded again, this time agreeing that they ought to keep close together.

 

[Sko'saht]

Location: Bridge of the Bearsloth Corvette, Achtnak (Under stealth)
Allies: SJO forces, GA forces
Enemies: First Order

Sko maneuvered the Bearsloth with quick orders as he kept them out of the firing lines of the Star Destroyers. While under stealth a single hit could easily take out the corvette. However the stealth was keeping them alive and may allow him to get into position for a hard attack. That wouldn't be for a bit though, right now he'd have to see about taking out at least one of the Star Destroyers with his main fleet.

As the Assault Frigates swooped overhead powering with their thrusters forcing the Star Destroyers to overshoot and only allowing about thirty to forty seconds as the fleet overshot. Still concentrating fire on the lead SD's bridge they slacked off their attack as they got to the rear of the formation. Engines firing downwards the began rapidly dropping into the rear SD's six o'clock. The rapidly moving frigates brought their guns to bear on the engines of their rather large target.

The Dreadnaught Cruiser meanwhile had new orders passed down to it. Thrusters firing downwards it began a rapid maneuver that would make full use of the toughness these old ships were known for. Thrusters and engines firing rapidly it purposely got in the direct path of the lead SD. Lining up with the shield generators on the top of it's bridge the Dreadnaught would slam straight into them if the SD failed to either halt it's momentum or steer clear. Neither would be an easy option thanks to the thrusters that would automatically correct allowing the Dreadnaught to fly sideways and keep on it's collision course making sure to keep firing on the bridge with it's full broadside.

The four Lancer frigates meanwhile were not prepared for the sudden surge of acceleration of the lead SD. One failed to get out of the way and was clipped in the side by the bulk of the larger ship. What would only be minor damage for the SD was much worse for the Lancer. Leaking atmosphere from the giant gash running nearly the entirety of it's side the frigate spun uncontrollably in the midst of the SD formation. A few seconds after impact escape pods started ejecting from the mortally wounded frigate as the crew scrambled to escape.

The B-wings and Z-95s pressed rapidly closing the short distance in on the rear and front middle SD. Unleashing a full salvo of 144 Advanced Torpedoes and 136 Ion Pulse Missiles on both vessels the bombers and fighters turned the area into a mess of torps and missiles. Shields full front the B-wings simply tanked any point defense fire long enough to unleash their torpedo and missile complements. The Z-95s did much the same but also constantly kept changing direction, speed, and used thrusters to maneuver like they were in a exceptionally thick asteroid field making a clean shot on them extremely hard to pull off.

The A-wings meanwhile aimed at any fighters firing off Advanced Concussion Missiles and moved rapidly to engage them using their speed and maneuverability to avoid the point defenses of the SD's.

Strike group heading for the enemy Interdictor

The large formation of B-wings and A-wings moved as fast as their engines would allow. Any fighters coming near the formation would be targeted by the A-wings with their missiles and taken down as quickly as possible. Any large formations of fighter would be targeted by the anti-fighter B-wings. Large amounts of missiles could be fired creating a giant swarm of missiles that would overwhelm any approaching squadrons. Any fighters that made it through would be turned into by the entire strike force which would open up with lasers and ion cannons creating a field of fire that would be near impossible to dodge.

Spoiler

Actions taken:
Assault Frigates moving to the rear of the destroyer formation.
Dreadnaught Cruiser side on attempting to ram a Star Destroyers shield generators.
One Lancer frigate lost, rest keeping up their attack trying to weaken the shields at point blank range.
B-wings and Z-95s splitting fire between the front and rear Star Destroyers.
A-wings using missiles and closing rapidly with enemy fighters using shields and speed to great effect.

Strike group: The strike group is rapidly destroying any fighters and rapidly moving in against the enemy Interdictor in an attempt to take it out and deny the main FO fleet that support.

Spoiler

The Rusting Rancor [Metellos-class Carrier Frigate]
12x A/SF-01 B-wing assault starfighter, armed with Advanced Torpedoes
12x A/SF-01 B-wing assault starfighter, armed with Advanced Missiles
24x RZ-1 A-wing Interceptor, armed with Advanced Missiles
6x Z-95 Headhunters, armed with Ion Pulse Missiles

Credit Hole [Metellos-class Carrier Frigate]
24x A/SF-01 B-wing assault starfighter, armed with Advanced Torpedoes
24x RZ-1 A-wing Interceptor, armed with Advanced Missiles
6x V-wing Combat Airspeeders
6x Z-95 Headhunters, armed with Ion Pulse Missiles
8x A/SF-01 B-wing assault starfighter, armed with Ion Pulse Missiles

Achtnak [Bearsloth Corvette]

Gunboat Diplomat [Lancer-class Frigate]

Bowels of the Rim [Lancer-class Frigate] - Destroyed, crew evacuating

Greenwake [Lancer-class Frigate]

Goreleech [Lancer-class Frigate]

Arfship [Assault Frigate Mk. II]

Half the Dread [Assault Frigate Mk. II]

Purloined Petunia [Dreadnaught Cruiser]

 

[Sal Katarn]

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[member="Keric Dynt"] | [member="Sol Stazi"]

[member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]

Hard sound pummels the Ren, but instead of causing him to stumble or drop to his knees, he looks mildly inconvenienced.

Sithspit.

The stormtrooper carrying the lightsaber sprints toward me, swinging the golden beam of plasma wildly.

Explosions rock the deck all around us.

Out of the corner of my eye I see the Ren gesture. Shards of hot metal rip outward indiscriminately, just as likely to hit this stormtrooper as they are to take me down. Flaming debris pelt my armor. They feel like hailstones: hard and bruising, but not bone-shattering.

The captured sunfire swings toward me, I can barely hear its hum above the din of battle. I bash the lightsaber blow aside with my baton, overpowering the stormtrooper - who is probably only human. bashing and take a step backward and to the side. He raises his sidearm and fires. One shot clips me in the shoulder and I jerk backward, but the other goes wild. Maybe the explosions rattled him, or maybe he got hit a little too hard with the debris from the Ren. He is only human, after all.

I am not sure if I qualify anymore.

I snap off a quick shot from the sonic carbine toward the stormtrooper, hoping to blow his feet out from under him and maybe break an ankle as I move toward the Ren. I feel a pressure against me, like an unseen barrier. My guess is something in the Force, but it collapses around me as the voidstone does its work. Behind the Ren my eyes catch a flicker of movement. Neural processors spit out data.

Allied soldier, leap frogging through the trash, firing at the Ren's exposed back.

I come at the Ren from the front, swinging my beskar baton for his face.

At point blank range the voidstone more or less cuts him off from the Force. He cannot use it, or if he can it is probably only a few threads of power. My cybernetics don't suffer from a similar issue. A closeted part of my mind, the part not absorbed in combat, ponders this as synthetic processors and flash-trained muscles move almost of their own accord. This secluded part of me wonders whether he is truly like the Vader of old.

More machine than man.

They say the more machine you are, the less your connection to the Force.

Maybe he has no cybernetics.

Or maybe he has exhausted his power in the Force and my baton to the face will remind him of his own mortality.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

LOCATION: Metrobig City
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Saul Perth"], [member="Spencer Varanin"], [member="James Mathison"], [member="Kaida Taldir"]
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: L'enfant Sauvage

Eyes drifted, their sight trailing the movement of the Sith Lord. As he stepped to the left and rolled, the tendrils of the Slivilith strafed across the spot Gabe once occupied, tearing up the ground and stone in its wake. High above, the thermal detonator exploded above the beast. A moment captured in still frame, metal and debris sent showering below to puncture back of beast and the Vong who stood on top of it. Though they were more than simple creatures, warriors hardened by combat and coated in some of the most durable substances in the universe - living, breathing coral.

As his roll came to a stop, his feet moved forward absent any thought. To chase down the Sith Lord, he would risk life and limb and nearly anything else. The force cut hard through his limbs, propelling him forth with an obscene speed as he attempted to catch up with the Slivilith - who was know ascending upwards with its strafe. Within reach, the power flushed through the muscles in his legs. Thighs, calves, and all the tendons - activated in unison to send him flying up and over the beast. With a weighted flip forward, he landed squarely on the back to see that Kaine had already mounted the beast and was cutting through Vong with flashes of red. With the phantasm cloak fluttering in the speeding wind, Gabe lifted his his sabers as the first soldier came forward, lashing out with amphistaff. But these were the weapons he had known for a life time.

Rolling forward and beneath the horizontal swing, one saber struck across the back of the knee, severing leg. Stepping upward, Gabe dug the other beam straight through the temple of the warrior. A death shudder struck Gabe as his opponent twitched as he pulled the beam from head. Having a moment to glance over his shoulder, he spotted the dropship hot on the tail of the Slivilith. Turning back towards the attacking Sith Lord, Gabe pressed a component on his forearm.

::Darron. You see an opening, take it.::

Charging forward, he swung low against a Vong that engaged Kaine. As the blade smacked across the small of the warriors back, the beam cut through flesh between pieces of coral armor before clashing against the striking vermillion attack of the King of Panatha. The struck vong fell to the side of this battle, pieces tumbling from the Slivilith as the flying creature took a hard turn to the right.

~~~

Darron watched with measured uncertainty as the Sheriff had mounted the Slivilith and was now fighting on its back.

::This Darron Ectares, of the SLEEG Expedition 2. Marshal Sionoma and Darth Carnifex are...uhh...on top of a Slivilith. Bearing is South South West from the Hall of Heroes at roughly 200 kilometers per hour. Flight path is non linear.::

Darron set his target in on Darth Carnifex. But as it stood, it would be nearly impossible to strike out without hitting the Sheriff as well. He grit his teeth as he watched from afar, hot on the tail of the beast. In the mean time, he took pot shots at the tendrils floating on the sides of the monster. Chin mounted lasers struck with occasional success.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Aboard the Wreck of the FIV Kingfisher​

Crew: [member="Nils Brenner"]​

Complement: [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Torian Pierce"]​

@First Order & Allies​

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Enemies:​

[member="Canal"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Keric Dynt"] | [member="Raph Thule"]​

[member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Nicolas Thorne"]​

{ Theme }​

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As the last stormtrooper crossed the threshold into the chamber, he heard a voice over the comms. *That's... not one of us..* Thought the pilot, his eyes widening. Perhaps their communications weren't nearly as secure as they'd been led to believe, given their strict protocols, rotating crypto-keys, and frequency hopping Nils doubted the probability of something like that happening - but deciding the better of it he addressed the situation as he found it. *Sithspit that complicates things.* Or at least, upon first thought it did, but the veteran pilot was no stranger to communications equipment and protocol. With the other 5 troopers now behind him, Nils slammed his fist into the control panel and the doors began to close - a heavy grating vibrating the deck plating as they moved closer and closer together. With a quick key up of his mic, he found himself interrupted once more by the strange voice over their comms.

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: OK dude I will keep this Ren girl occupied, just tell me what is so interesting about a weather corvettes data cores? ::

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With a silent huff of indignation, Nils focused, his fingers quickly moving to the wrist mounted datapad - he would have to reconfigure their entire comm network, or at least locally to override past the old encryption, the one the other voice seemed to have discovered through sheer luck. With a rapid input of information, Nils tapped into the team's communications, gritting his teeth as he fought to keep calm. If they were into their comms, no telling what else they might be able to hear - and he and those around him were the only ones who knew about the breach. With a single word over the comms himself, failing to grace the intruder with a response, he keyed up.

​

:: Switching to Protocol Krill. ::​

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Protocol Krill was a predetermined contingency frequency, coupled with a change in crytography used in the case communications had somehow been compromised - as it appeared it had. Without waiting for a response, he hit the initiate button on the datapad, effectively sending a signal to the team's gear - any other First Order frequencies would be unaffected. In a matter of seconds, their equipment would become reprogrammed, conforming to the new programmed encryption policy Nils had initiated. One of the first to experience the new settings, Nils heard the brief transmission as the stranger addressed the woman who'd up till moments ago been at his side, cut off mid transmission. Whether or not the others would hear it in its entirety was anyone's guess.

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::Look lady, I'm really more of a lover than a fighter, but these squibs ar~`io9-ufj.f ::

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Nils didn't have time for pleasantries - in fact none of his makeshift fireteam did. It was with that sentiment that he pointed first to one of the troopers maser weapons, then to the control panel as he swiftly stepped away from it. Just as the doors came to a close, the trooper fired, the maser weapon obliterating and fusing the very control circuits which maintained the doors motors - now if anyone wished to pass through, they'd have to either torch their way through, or move thousands of lbs of machinery and durasteel to do so. Even so, their time was limited - no telling how long they had before some other industrious soul managed to beat them to the punch. Raising his arm in the direction of the vault wherein lie the data cores, they moved - Nils withdrawing the blaster pistol from its place on his hip.

:: Let's go, down the corridor, left, then right - straight shot from there. Watch the crossfire boys. ::​

 

[FN-999]

Location: Skor II, near [member="Castor Ren"]
Allies: [member="Castor Ren"], [member="Sasha Starkos"], [member="Jaron Lesan"]
Enemies: [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], TBD
Gear: In signature

Joe didn't care where he went, as long as those savage Vong weren't there. He was still calming down from that chase. Now that he was with a group, he might have more luck. Eventually, they stopped and took some time dealing with some Squibs. After that, they entered a building. As he walked into the place with the others, he sensed that some Alliance officers were there. He raised his blaster up slowly, but seeing no enemy fire, raised it down.

Eventually, the group came across a Squib wearing a crown, most likely the king. The Sith with him began talking about the planet joining the Order, but Joe was not interested in simple politics. He put his blaster on his utility belt and took out his riot baton instead, just in case any Jedi were to come. As the Sith continued to negotiate, he waited silently for some form of strike.