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

[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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Their travel had been slow at first, a couple of the large blast doors throughout the ship had been sealed shut, no doubt a reaction to the gaping holes in the outer hull - whatever had happened to the ship, it had taken its toll on systems and hull alike. After the second bulkhead, Nils and his team had discovered a small airlock, and after a brief hold - had found the remainder of their path was yet pressurized, though oxygen levels were just below minimum required, and so they continued on. Nils led the group, his blaster pistol raised around every corner as the soldiers around him watched their six and any conjoining corridors - they worked as a team. While combat operations weren't Nils' forte, the training he'd received over the years spent garrisoned on larger vessels with Stormtrooper garrisons had done him a service.

In little time they had arrived - the vault doors before the pilot, his eyes widening as he looked at the panel before him - it still had power! There was no telling just how long the FIV Kingfisher had been lost, perhaps a week, maybe a few months but something had begun to bother the TIE Ace. *The dust.* There was far too much of it. An Imperial vessel such as this should have seen more than its fair share of foot travel through the corridors - and yet there was dust and dirt everywhere, the power systems were almost behaving as if they were nearing the end of their lifespan, not the near new circuitry that Nils would have expected from one of the newest vessels to the First Order fleets. He pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind and took a knee next to the panel. Quickly removing a small plate on its side, he tugged free a small cable from the webbing he wore. Searching for a moment, Nils plugged in the cable, first to the panel, then to the small datapad in his hand - his blaster returned to its holster.

His hands moved quickly, inputting a short command code into the small terminal followed by a single button press on the datapad. Numbers flashed across the datapad's screen, a solitary tone sounding as the screen flashed green. *Perfect.* With a soft click and a hiss, he could hear the hydraulic doors begin to move, the mechanisms shifted and the doors began to part. Inside, a dimly lit room, racks lining the walls as well as being mounted to the floor filled it from end to end. In the center, a small circular depression around 3 meters across was outlined in a short track light, two large handles recessed into the deck. Nils grinned, looking over his shoulder to the other troopers.

:: And we're in. Two of you keep eyes on the corridor, the rest of you with me - we need to get these cores, it's going to require a bit of timing - and a pretty good heave. ::​

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Stepping into the room, Nils went to work, scanning the rows of electronics until he found what appeared to be the master console. To his welcome surprise it booted up with little more than a solitary click as the screen flashed to life - a standard console window appearing. Rapidly moving his fingers across the keypad, he bypassed several command screens before arriving at the one he wanted. Lifting his voice, he pointed towards the three troopers - instructing them.

:: One of you each grab those handles, get ready to lift the core free. You there, you see that orange handle on the wall? Pull it on my mark. One.. Two.. Three.. Mark! ::​

 

[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: Black Honey

Hazel eyes drifted, in all there fervor, as the concussion missile struck across the back of the Slivilith. As if a world slowed into the frames of a picture book, pages fluttering from the gale of a soft wind, the missile impacted against flesh first. And then there was a moment of silence before the effect rippled outward, descending up towards the monsters head and down towards its tail. He felt the struggle as it embodied his grip, tethered with will power somewhere between the death of an explosion and the death of a long plummet to the ground below. It felt so much like the battles of their past, he found comfort in its semblance. When the explosion was done with the Slivilith, carving gaping and fatal hole across backstraps, it sought vengeance in its form against Sith Lord and Master alike. But for his benefit, Kaine had cut it off at the pass. A thing Gabe would have done if not for the hope that labored in his chest, that the missile might find purchase against the form of the Sith himself.

Feeling his grip loosen beyond repair, he felt the force as he was flung down in Kaine's wake. Behind him, the moan escaped as the beast twirled upwards in it's final ascent. Stalling, as if a ship that had flown to sharply upward, it twirled before free falling towards the ground. Unknowingly in the trajectory of [member="Mishel Ren"], who stood below to look upon arch enemies, twisted about in fated battle.

Gabe's arms flailed as he flew towards the dropship, piloted by Darron Ectares. But he didn't have the foresight as Kaine, to prevail over inertia towards the cockpit canopy. Instead, Gabe smacked hard against the wing at center mass. Between two missile pods, he clung to one as he accidentally cut the tip off the other with remaining saber. Looking over to the cockpit, he curled his body around the tube and depressed his communications button against the wing metal.

::DARRON!:: The wind knocked about him, buffeting his words. ::EVACUATE THE SHIP!::

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Fire and defiance filled the pilots eyes as he looked towards the Dark Lord, fingers gripping the thin layer of transparent material that separated him from certain death. Clicking on the communications, he said only what truly could be born from his heart.

::No::

Deft hands reached beneath the dash. No bigger than a large jug of milk, he pulled the pin as he set the vehicle to autopilot. Stretching the rubber hose, he pulled the emergency lever that would violently fling the shield from the cockpit, sending it flying past Gabe as it smacked against the wing, petering off to the ground to shatter.

::YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK SLEEG TO APPROVE THIS SHIP!?!::

A brutal thing, repurposed from emergency services for the necessity of war. That fire in his eyes could never be extinguished, not even by the fire extinguisher that he held as if heavy light machine gun. Holding the nozzle in Kaine's general direction, he pulled the trigger to douse him.

"Get off my damn ship, you monster!"

 

[Sieb Tevv]

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[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"]​

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"Are they grouping up?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, that is interesting." Sieb rubbed his earlobe furiously.

The wedge shaped star destroyers were designed to have all guns fire forward. Currently, those star destroyers were pointed at Admiral Thuku's ships, which meant that the now huddled mass of First Order vessels were now not only exposed to the guns of Task Force Moridena with little hope of significant return fire, but they had actually bunched together.

"Less work for the targeting computers I suppose. Very well, fire everything at those Halberds. And comms, I do mean everything."

Heavy warheads belched from the mark three Dreadnoughts and Scythes, along with a deluge of turbo laser and ion cannon fire. The long batteries of the Scythes thundered, a mix of mass driver rounds and the bright green flare of turbo lasers.

The whole affair looked as if some crazed painter had tossed a splatter of neon destruction upon the black void of space.

"Enemy fighters incoming toward our fighter screen, Admiral."

"CAG?" Sieb looked to the man, who shrugged and scratched his belly.

"Not a problem. I'll send Demon and Krayt squadrons to handle 'em."

The Sullustan nodded and turned back toward the bunched up knot of First Order vessels.

"Won't be long now."

 

[H3xle]

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Location: Metrobig Slavagestuff Platform
Objective: Investigate Reports of First Order Ship
Allies: [member="laira vereen"], [member="bryce bantam"], Galactic Alliance Forces
Enemies: [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Torian Pierce"], [member="nils brenner"], [member="asharad graush"], First Order Forces

The Sith Lord was unbelievably fast, able to block a lightsaber behind his back, then spin around to punch Nicolas in the chest.

Luckily for Nicolas that his ally had been using Force Light multiple times. The power of the darkside had been severely diminished, and the lightside enhanced. Nicolas was midair, and thus didn't have a direct physical object to help redirect his momentum. However, he had the Force as his ally.

With but a thought, Nicolas used the force to impart a slight spin on his body as he continued towards the Sith Lord. He brought his right handed lightsaber up, infront of the oncoming fist. If the Sith Lord desired to continue his punch, he'd have to do so through the lightsaber. With his left handed lightsaber, he slashed under the oncoming fist, using the spin he had imparted to himself to cut up towards his chest from the Sith Lord's now right hip. If not stopped, the spin would cause the lightsaber to cut from the right hip, up into the chest, and out the same sides shoulder.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Allies: [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Torian Pierce"], [member="Nils Brenner"]​

Directly Engaging: [member="Nicolas Thorne"]​

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There went the console, sparking up behind the Sith Lord. Forever more disabled. For shame.

The Force Light had been focused, spread across the other portion of the ship and away from the Sith Lord. Despite the Sith Lord naturally drawing his strength from the Dark Side of the Force, it wasn't done so here. Force Speed? That fell into a neutral category, easily utilized by both Jedi and Sith.

The Jedi's lightsaber was capable of cutting past the Sith Lord and into the console, and having enough time to position itself in front of his fist.

Now that was fast.

Why he didn't just cut the arm off from the elbow instead was a mystery to the Sith Lord, but regardless, force enhanced speeds increased his reaction time on account of other things slowing down, likely the Jedi Master would be able to counter this move again, but instead of wearing an enviro-suit in an atmosphere vented ship, he wore... Heavy robes? His straight edge punch into the centre being of the Jedi angled upwards, arm bending, flexing as his fist instead shot up towards the throat of the Jedi Master in an uppercut.

Regardless, the Sith Lord's lightsabre had merely mirrored the actions of the Jedi Master, preventing it from entering his mid-guard, instead batting it downwards, aggressively which could've potentially put even more spin on the Jedi Master's already force created one. After all he still was in the air above him, and cutting from right hip to right shoulder would've been quite difficult to begin with - especially considering his lightsabre had already boxed out that lightsabre to begin with.

Slashing upwards, he had easy access to the midsection of the ever-flying robed Master.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

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ALLIES​

[member="Ranulph Tarkin"] | [member="Saul Kruger"]​

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The singing swelled and grew as the troopers, with Audrey and the other historians in tow, fought their way through the straggling Yuuzhan Vong forces, eventually bursting out of the Blastport into the sunlight of Metrobig City. Audrey put her hand up to shield her eyes from the glare and then looked around the area. In the background, Metrobig City was in ruins, smoke rising in columns across the city skyline. In the foreground, there were items of much more interest to the historian and her group. They had emerged into the front drive of the blastport, clearly designed to drop off and pick up travelers. Two vehicles were lined up haphazardly at the curb, clearly having been abandoned in a mad rush for the blastport.

One was a taxi, its black and yellow checks clearly giving away its purpose.

The other was a shiny, black, bulky-looking transport that looked like a bus.

"Maybe these have power," called Audrey to [member="Ranulph Tarkin"]. She hurried across the curb to the taxi and pulled the door open, pushing the power button. It made a noise as if it wanted to start, but there were insufficient power reserves. She swallowed a curse and hustled down the curb to the bus and forced the door open, clambering up the two steps into the main cabin, where she was overwhelmed by the ridiculous. It wasn't just any transit shuttle. This was plush, with purple crushed velvet covering the seats, pink feather boas strewn across the seats and floors, a bar set up in the back, and a floor-to-ceiling brass pole stretching between floor and ceiling. "Good Lord," she whispered before turning and sitting on the driver's seat.

Please don't start. Please don't start. Please don't -- the engine roared to life as Audrey keyed the engine, and she tested it by throttling forward. Sighing quietly, she rolled to a stop in front of Tarkin and his men and levered the door open. "This should make things easier. Seatbelts, every--" She broke off, looking over her shoulder. "Actually there are no seatbelts, just get in and hold on!"

 

[Jairus Starvald]

LOCATION: Metrobig Blastport, Surveillance Room
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, The Force, a Squib with no name, [member="Relit Vandal"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Saul Perth"]
ENEMIES: First Order, [member="Irajah Ven"], [member="Audrey Saint George"], [member="Ranulph Tarkin"]

To be able to put a face to the presence was a heartening thing and it did Vaet much good to see Relit here.

One tone of familiarity on a sheer backdrop of erratic chaos made the simple difference between being lost and finding himself steadied for what was to come. A careful nod followed, before he stepped back to allow his friend passage, before following him through the corridors themselves.

"A plan, you must have, yes?" Perhaps plan was the wrong word... perhaps direction was a better one, guided by the soft pull and tug of the Force, they would find a natural direction welling up inside of themselves.

Such was their way.

To move with the flow, instead of trying to push against it.

"People dying, I feel them." Vaet finally said, filling the void of lost words and bringing up his concern. "Anything... we can do?"

There wasn't always a path laid out ahead. This the little Vaetling knew from experience, but perhaps where his vision was clouded, Relit's would be clearer on a destination that would enable them to save at least... some measure of peace, before it was too late to save any.

 

[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 Nils gave the command, the troopers moved simultaneously, the lever on the wall releasing the magnetically sealed chambers - the troopers lifting the data cores free of their enclosure. As the heavy hardware was lifted, Nils brought his attention back to the screen before him. The cores were secured, any access to them had been severed by their physical removal but there yet remained an entire room of servers, electronic equipment of varying value - value that would be denied the Alliance or any others who sought to retain any of the vessel's technology or remains. Thankfully - Nils was familiar with the way First Order systems were set up.

Navigating through several layers of directories, Nils' eyes widened as he came across a file labeled as "Do Not Delete". He was almost in the proper directory to activate the final data purge from the remaining systems but curiosity got the better of the young pilot. With only the shadow of a second thought, he opened the folder, what was inside caused him to blink once... twice... a third time as he tried to wrap his head around what he'd just seen.

Sieger Tapez Vol. 1
1. These Ren Ain't Loyal (ft. Dirty Derith)
2. Moffs Ain't Poodoo (ft. L'il Fortan)
3. Starkillaz (ft. Big Rolf)
4. Smokin' & Flyin' (Triple Ace Remix)
5. Troopers' Paradise (ft. Sticky Sweet Pierce)
6. Up In This Cantina (by 180 Ren)
7. Ms. Steal Yo Castle (ft. L'il Fortan)
8. Crank Dat Troop'r Boy (by Hail Graush)
9. Paint it Black (Rick-n-Pick Remix)
10. All I Do Is Win (Imperial March Remix)

BONUS TRACKS:
11. My Legacy (ft. Boombox Ky.)
12. Blasterstruck (Volda-Ren remix)

As the pilot attempted to make heads or tails of what he was reading, a flashing light caught his eye in the corner of the display - and then his eyes widened further, his dark irises consuming light. *That... isn't good.* Frantically inputting commands into the console, he found his concerns were valid. As if to accentuate the severity of his discovery, across the ship lights activated, alarms began blaring - all screens displaying a simple output - a digital timer accompanied by the word "Alert". *Oh fething hells.* The timer on the display readout read clearly: 2:00. Nils nervously keyed up his comms, motioning for the troopers to move back the way they'd come.

::Uh - We've got a problem. A big problem. Ship's systems must have frozen mid-scuttle, the self destruct has already been activated and it seems removing the cores... has woken it from its slumber. We gotta boogie, now.::​

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Pressing a few final keystrokes that would send the wipe command to any remaining systems still operation within the FIV Kingfisher, Nils moved away, the two troopers tasked with carrying the data cores shuffling beneath the weight of the combined equipment. *We gotta move faster than that if we want to make it out of here alive.* As if to punctuate their dire situation, a mechanical voice began counting down every fifteen seconds off the timer. He didn't have a choice, they'd need to find another way out to the shuttle - they wouldn't be able to make it back through the bridge at this pace. He'd had five of the stormtroopers with him - he only needed four - perhaps one could return and assist the others. He'd move much faster alone.

:: Private Vraken, get back to the bridge - make sure they got the memo! ::​

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His command was followed without question, the trooper in question moving fast as he traced their route back to the bridge to assist the other. Nils and the other four soldiers moved as fast as they could towards the nearest airlock, Nils' datapad displaying a rough map of the ship's interior. They'd have to hurry if they wanted to get out and aboard their shuttle in time. He knew all about the scuttling systems aboard First Order Vessels - and he knew they'd want to be nowhere near the explosion. With a flick of his eyes, he activated the link between his helmet and the shuttle - prepping it for departure. They wouldn't have time for formalities like pre-flight checks this time.

 

[Relit Vandal]

LOCATION: Metrobig Blastport, Surveillance Room
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, The Force, Squibby, Screebee, [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Saul Perth"], [member="Vaet"]
ENEMIES: First Order, @Irajah, [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: Coordinating efforts

"Mmm, not sure I would call it a plan..." He stated with a nonchalance, nearly tone deaf to the suffering around them. It was a necessity, at this point, otherwise one might be overwhelmed by it. A certain level of compartmentalization was needed to overcome war. But even more so, to overcome the results of it. "As in all things, the force guides us. Trust in that."

Just then he felt a shudder run through not only the force, but the building as well. He looked to Vaet and over to Squibby before his communications kicked on.

::Master Jedi Vandal, this is Commander...the Discovery has destroyed the tractor beam and left the blastport. We have sustained some injuries...from debris...and explosions. Three dead.::

::Commander, do you have the men to pursue the expedition team?:: His words were cold and rushed, yet his expression showed discernible ache.

::We are heavily injured.::

::I understand. But can your crew move forward. We can heal those you have left behind.::

::Of course. Commander out.::

He switched over the communications, signalling to [member="Aeron Kreelan"] and Screebee.

::Screebee, this is Jedi Master Vandal. Please send a drop ship to the western component of the blastport. Marines are currently in pursuit of expedition group, currently escaping the Blastport. The Discovery has destroyed what tractor beam we had functioning and evaded capture. Additionally, send medics to blastport. We have several wounded.::

The Jedi Master looked towards Vaet and drew in a long sigh. "We are needed now. Follow me to the blastport, I will need your energy to help the fallen." With that, he took off in long strides, unsure of whether the Vaetling could keep up or if he would grab a ride next to Squibby.

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The commander shut off the communications as he looked towards his men. Spattered in blood, wounded, and drained from the loss, he found sorrow in their expression. But for the years of training beneath the banner of the Galactic Alliance, they would not turn away from the command of a Jedi. This was war and they were fighting the First Order, and all the tyranny that they represented. If that meant men had to die, in order to save the sovereignty of nations, so be it.

Rubbing sweat from his brow, he pull off his helmet and withdrew the frayed rag that separated shaven skull from hard helmet. It was something he carried with him everywhere, the small beanie provided to a newborn child to keep their head warm. He couldn't function without it, without the thought of his loved ones at home. Pressing the threads between his fingers, he placed it back in before strapping the helmet back on.

"Gentlemen, moving out!"

"Commander, Rodgers and Korren need medical attention." The recon medic spoke up, kneeling next to Korren.

"And they'll get it. A Jedi Healer is en route and from what I hear, he's the real deal." He didn't actually know that. But his men didn't have to know that. Watching as they moved forward, he lifted his rifle and clicked on the light. The halls were dark in the wake of the First Order but without the Yuuzhan Vong to stop them, they would have some semblance of reckoning in no time.

::Commander. There's nothing left of the wreckage on this side of the blastport.:: The communications came in from the detachment, searching out [member="Saul Kruger"] and his men.

::Keep searching. Root 'em out or find us on the perimeter of the blastport. Command will be sending a ship soon, don't be left behind.::

::Roger that.::

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Salvagestuff Platform
Allies: GA ([member="Raph Thule"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Nicolas Thorne"])
Enemies: FO ([member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Rexus Wenck"])
Objective: Fight

Words could not describe the hellish firefight between Canal and Raph's units against the Ren and his subordinate. No side really advanced and if they did, they would either retreat or be blocked by the obstacles and obstruction the Vader-like figure caused. This was truly a whole new experience for the clone. He had been in numerous of battles and they were all bloody ones; but this was a messy and a claustrophobic one. It wasn't like fighting on board some Imperial Star Destroyer and having to fight squads of Imperial Marines and Stormtroopers within corridors and hallways. No, this was a scrapyard with unknown hazards. Junk creatures could be lurking, oxidized metal could cause infections, and some unused weapon could become the death for many.

That all described the scenario right now. Some mad Vader look alike abused he Force and threw debris everywhere indiscriminately. It crushed and impaled Alliance and First Order personnel alike. His actions had yet harmed Canal, but there were some instances of it stressing the Fett clone.

"Lieutenant Thule is in distress," a soldier informed the Captain of the reckless soldier that charged the Imperial ranks.

No word or syllable was uttered from the trooper. Instead his actions spoke for himself. His DC-17m was strapped around his left shoulder, and then unholstered his dual DC pistols. He could hear the barking of the Stormtrooper which annoyed Canal by very much. And then when the hostile bargained for his and the Ren's life to be spared in return of Thule, the Captain dismissed it as a lie. He knew that the Lieutenant was not afraid to give up his own life after his unrelenting courage and neither would Canal. In fact, if another solider was in distress the clone would not negotiate. He would've pressed forward and not thing about the trooper that was in despair. And that showed how careless he was about his comrades.

"Talk more with your blaster," he said, and aimed one of his pistols at Rexus and the other at Kyrel. Then crimson red blaster bolts were spewed out from their barrel unto the Ren, but one bolt was fired for Wenck.

 

[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)
Theme: Sacrificial Kill - Six Feet Under
Equipment:

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

The stream of smothering foam erupted from the hose, dousing the Sith Lord's entire torso in white gunk. The pressure behind the blast pushed at Carnifex, trying to drive him off of his perch and down to the ground several hundred meters below. Annoyed, the Sith Lord seemed to acquiesce as he apparently dropped out of view, but it was only a feint. He'd actually slid down out of sight from the cockpit, his fingers digging into the metal plating for purchase.

His options were limited, and the one path that seemed the most benefitial to him was not the most ideal, but it would have to do. He wrenched one hand free of the ship's hull, and reached down to grasp his lightsaber. With a twist he disconnected the staff back into the two original haves, one of them remaining clipped to his belt while the other he brought up to the cockpit's underbelly. He jammed the emitter up against the metal and flicked on the blade, a spear of crimson fury piercing up through the hull and through the electronics build into the ship's navigation systems and steering controls. The Sith Lord then proceeded to twist and rotate his blade around, hoping to inflict maximum damage against the cockpit's internal components.

Then for good measure he ripped out his blade, readjusted his hanging position beneath the cockpit, and promptly flung his blade towards the nearest wing hope to concretely bring the ship down. As the ship undoubtedly began to dip down towards the ground, the Sith Lord waited until the perfect moment when one of the taller buildings would be within proximity of the crashing gunship. Then he would leap, crafting a cocoon of protective Force energies around himself to cushion the brunt of the impact as he crashed through the wall of a Squib apartment, shattering the window and causing the outer wall to collapse inward.

The hiding Squib family could only watch in horror as a Sith Lord came tumbling through their living room, trashing literally everything in his wake as he slid out of view and into the kitchen.

 

[FN-999]

Location: Skor II, King's residence
Allies: [member="Castor Ren"], [member="Sasha Starkos"], [member="Jaron Lesan"], [member="Jacques"], [member="Brennan Cabrol"]
Enemies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Choli Vyn"]

As he implanted the thought, 0772 moved slowly over to the Stormtrooper (FN-999) and reached out a hand. "Your weapon," he spoke in a calm, yet stern voice. "Relinquish it. Our hosts have been kind enough to hear us out. We can honor their terms." His hand remained extended until the Stormtrooper complied. "We honor our promises," he added strictly. His eyes were in the King now, and his lips curled into a kind smile. "That is how the First Order operates."

Joe suddenly felt nothing at all, trapped in a deep daze. He mindlessly handed over the riot baton, and then went back to his position. A moment later, he woke up from the trance. He had barely realized what the Sith had done to him when another stepped forward.

He could feel it, the Dark Side of the Force welling up within him, around him - and then he was interrupted once more, though this time subtly. The telepath had moved forward, his hand outstretched for the soldier's weapons. *Far too gracious.* Thought the Ren. Raising a hand, he felt the subtle tingles of the Force begin to flow through him, the power at his fingertips intoxicating almost. With a sigh, he exerted pressure at the trooper's knees, pushing downward - he would kneel for his insolence. Maintaining the pressure on the trooper, his gaze flicked back towards the King. :: As my colleague has expressed your grace, this is not indicative of our worth, and his disobedience will be dealt with harshly - that I can assure you. :: With a final squeeze on the man's supple tendons, he released the pressure, no doubt a relief for the soldier. Forcibly collecting himself, once more tucking the bubbling energies of the Force back within, Castor turned towards the King, his hands outstretched, palms upward.

It was a horrible feeling, being lifted up in the air and almost suffocated to death. Joe was fortunate that the Sith had spared him, and not just executed him on the spot. He felt horrible, almost suicidal. He had disobeyed rules before and been punished, but it was nothing compared to this. He had both been mentally tricked and choked, both of which were much worse than simply being yelled at or scolded. Joe would likely be demoted and put on... guard duty.

"Guard duty" involved defending worlds already in First Order space, and it was one of the worst positions a trooper could get. The excitement of offensive campaigns was nonexistent, and there was almost no conflict whatsoever. The closest thing you could get to conflict in guard duty is arguing with a superior officer. That often resulted in severe punishment.

Still weak from the choking, Joe got off the floor and limped outside. If he was going to be on guard duty, it was best to start by watching the stack of weapons outside the Squib king's residence.

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Metrobig City
Allies: [member="Castor Ren"], [member="Jacques"], [member="FN-999"]
Enemies: [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Elmont Block"], The Squib King.

Brennan did nothing to avoid the pursuit of those who had noticed him, he moved none from his quiet seat upon the mount of rubble that littered the sidewalk and complimented the collapsed building behind him, he did nothing to put more distance between himself and his people whilst keeping a close eye on Castor Ren's Sword as well as the rest of the gear he had managed to grab in the short time that he'd had. He knew that there were others in approach, he could feel the flow of the force around him being strengthened by their presence and yet still he remained seated, his loyalty to his people dictating his typical fight or flight attitude in which this time, he hoped to avoid resorting to violence. No doubt they would try to encourage it in order to persuade the Squib King into disagreement with the First Order envoy, yet he would be sure not to bite.

Among those who were in approach however, [member="Elmont Block"] was of the most significant, he of lightside alignment sticking out over the lesser Squib kind. Brennan's gaze was drawn in the direction that this Jedi Padawan was coming from, his gaze searching for the arrival as he had not yet come into view, yet in a mixture of both resentment and too remorse, his head tilted ever so slightly as he thought back to his time with the Jedi Order, that presence ever so reminding him of his former mentor and causing the Dark-Side of the Force to pull around him, strengthening his resolve through feeding off of his higher passions, emotions most immense and difficult to keep under control at times, he gritted his teeth as he let out a forced breath trying to quieten his mind.

He had not run into a member of the Order since his first arrival on Lothal, there they had been engaged within the crystal caverns blanketing some great mountain of whose name was irrelevant to him. From what he had seen, their like had become far more aggressive since the days of Svivren and by chance, perhaps that was what they had needed, perhaps that would have kept the Sith at bay from killing every beloved friend of his, students, Knights, Masters, all.

No...-This meeting was to go quite differently than the last, he presumed. He had been instructed to avoid conflict at whatever cost and this, he could not betray. Not if he wished to remain with the Knights of Ren, not if he wished to complete his training under [member="Kriel Firin"], to many mistakes had been made already and for the chaotic path that his life had taken, twists and turns, his bordering on fanatical loyalty to the Supreme Leader had given him security, purpose and drive to rise above his own pride..-What he wanted failed in comparison to the will of Seiger Ren. He could not fail his superiors once more. He refused.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Location: Salvagestuff platform above Skor II​

Objective: Allow team to retrieve Datacores, and provide Diversion.​

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

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

Equipment: Life Support Armor, Lightsaber​

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Kyrel was growing tired of these games with each passing moment, he felt nothing bur rage flood through his veins during this moment that was going on. He had been fighting for who knows how long, but he would not relent nor give up, the team that was recovering the Datacrons were relying upon both Him and the Gundark Gunners to do their mission, and if they could buy time to get the mongrels of the Alliance off their backs, than that is what would happen. Kyrel was disappointed so far, his tornado was now nothing more but a violent and revolting pile of trash, and metal caught on fire, but he took satisfaction in killing many of Twilight Company and Alliance Marines alike, their deaths added more fuel to the dark side, their fear even gave him strength. But he still had to deal with a so called one man army, and an allied gunman. They would be no match for him, he would show them what the dark side could do, and how he was not a Knight of Ren for nothing.

He would see one of the men a Duros charge at Rexus, and so he extended his hand out to stop him, force pushing him back and attempting to knock him back into a pile of flaming metal. He mentally laughed to himself as he thought coldly. 'Pathetic fools, you are nothing compared to the power of the Force.' ​This was yet the second time in this very day that Kyrel had to save the experienced Stormtrooper's life. He found it funny that he would be saving a lot of these men's lives. He could sympathize with these soldiers as he had once been a TIE Pilot himself during the first days of the First Order, he respected them, and so would gladly fight alongside them anywhere. He just hoped these lives would not be in vain for this mission, but it did not matter as this advanced force for the Invasion goes smoothly. He would not dare see the oppressive tyranny of the Galactic Alliance dare to corrupt the galaxy any longer, for this War would be the one to finally overthrow them, and free the people of the shackles of oppressive authoritarian rule.

He decided to quit with the telekinesis, and meet the Alliance with the taste of his Lightsaber. He grabbed it from his belt, and activated the crimson blade with a snap hiss The Qixoni crystal within amplifying his strength and connection to the dark side, as he felt the saber's connection through to him, as he touched the hilt. His force sense triggered him to the disrupter bolts, with an adjustment to the blade length adjuster, he adjusted the height of the saber, and than allowed the force to guide his actions. His saber moved to his with the help of the force able to intercept the bolts, he than turned around, and saw the gun man, he moved to interecept the bolts going back into a Soresu defense, and attempting to force push him several meters away from him into a pile of garbage. As he turned around he narrowly avoided being hit by Raph's baton. He thought to himself as he raised his saber just in case for attacks, He was able to use his force sense to avoid Keric's attacks but with Raph this close it would become much more difficult.

He was about ready to go on the offensive, as than in that moment Rexus attempted to grab Raph, and attempt to hold him hostage by placing his saber behind him, he would attempt to launch a downwards slash, the telgorn jolt cell and discharge cell within the saber increasing the blade output, and so even though he couldn't use the force he could use his saber and so attempted a downwards slash on the pack behind Raph as he was held, he landed a power strike hoping to destroy the thing that blocked the force within two strikes. It looked like the Stormtrooper was indeed smart after all. Kyrel would attempt another strike as in that moment a Soldier emerged, and when Kyrel heard it he was both surprised and intrigued at the same time, as he said to the trooper coldly, and with hint of venom in his voice. "Your kind should be dead Clone. A mistake I will soon correct." He moved his saber to a vertical position blocking the bolts aimed at him and Rexus, and attempting to redirect them back at the Fett clone, and than attempted to move forward and land a horizontal slash across the torso of the trooper, remembering his Training with Asharad he combined his forms for both Offense and Defense. He had indeed heard of the Clone Troopers who served the Old Republic and than became the First Stormtroopers of the Galactic Empire, he admired them and even respected to them to a certain degree but unfortunately for this one he had none, the only thing he would be given was death, he had only hoped the Team sent in after the Datacrons were almost finished with their mission.

 

[Sal Katarn]

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Before I reach him, the faux-Vader throws out a hand and... nothing happens.

My baton comes for his face. He parries. Sparks fly at the meeting, saber seeking to shear through the baton.

Suddenly, I feel an arm around my throat. Instantly, I drop my carbine and my baton, grab the arm in both hands, and hip into whoever is behind me, and attempt to throw him over me and into the Ren. The reaction is swift and near-instantaneous.

It is a simple, but effective move taught galaxy-wide in a dozen different martial forms.

I am 6'7" tall and weigh a little over 200 pounds. The person behind me is not. It feels like the arm might be cybernetic given its strength. It does not matter. The neurosaav cardio-muscular package gives me three times the strength of a normal human.

I am faster.

I am stronger.

And I am about to hurl whoever grabbed me from behind right into this Ren with enough oomph to break a few bones and dislocate several somethings.

[member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Canal"] | [member="Keric Dynt"]

 

[Asmus Janes]

Location: Space
ALLIES: [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Naomi Carolina"] [member="Arisa Yune"]
ENEMIES: [member="Thalera Isianthar"]
Gear: TX-110 and blaster in Sig, Sniper Drone

“Three two by four down, holding my line,” Asmus called. Two TIEs screeched through space in his wake. Twin beams of green lanced past his hull as he tried to keep his line. Not being blown up was important too, as his computer was eager to remind him.

“Ready to break on my mark,” came Chad’s voice.

If I’m still in one piece… Asmus thought to himself. The two pilots on his tail knew their trade. They were trying to box him in, limit his options until they could finish him off. Asmus imagined the world from their perspective. Time and again he pushed the bounds of his little tunnel of freedom, threatening to break.

There was a loud klaxon and several sparks showered onto him from a console. “Too close!” he shouted to himself. The computer reported a hull breach just inside the ventral starboard nacelle. The laminanium cells built into the ship’s hull were instantly made molten by the strike and the honeycomb being breached. They sealed the wound, but at the same time bled into the thrust system, forcing the computer the compensate.

“Break!” came the call. Asmus turned hard port, but then put his engines on full reverse. By the time the TIEs realised his first turn had been a feint he was out of their targeting screens. They, however, were in Chad’s. Bright red lasers cut across their trajectories immolated their frames. Two worthy adversaries left as detritus in space.

“Wraith One, Wilson here. Naomi has a tail. I cannot disengage and assist.”

“Chad head off bogey seven besh, I’ll assist.” The girl was his responsibility, even if Wilson was at least his equal in a dog fight. So many pilots were lost in their very first encounter, but he wasn’t losing such a young hopefully today.

“I know, I know,” he told his computer as it protested at the engines being pushed beyond the safe limits after his ship had been damaged. She would tell him if she was really in trouble though. He would feel it through the stick, not just the readouts.

“Naomi, keep them off you, I’m inbound!”

OOC/ No contact from opponent so playing with TIEs

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Location: King’s residence, North East Metrobig
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Elmont Block"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]
[member="Brennan Cabrol"] [member="Castor Ren"] [member="FN-999"] [member="Jacques"]

The King looked to the newcomer from the Alliance and then back to the Knight of Ren. He didn’t know what the word credence meant, but wasn’t about to admit as much in front of the leaders of the various Squib factions. He felt oddly compelled to finish hearing out the man’s offer, as vague as it had been so far. The man used a lot of words to say very little. It seemed any kind of bargain would take time. Perhaps, he wondered, if that was the goal. If they were still negotiating and found that the First Order had taken hold of the world he wouldn’t have much of a choice in anything. That made his fur bristle.

“If that is to be repaid in salvage your bill is going to be getting bigger. The platform…” the King started.

“My platform!” Whambababba interrupted. “Why you got men there eh? No vong hiding up there. Just salvage. my salvage! Toxic gas on My platform!”

The King held up a hand for calm, still feeling a touch of the influence from Jacques. If he pushed it much further it wouldn’t go unnoticed however. The king had heard rumours from Thakwaa, not from the Alliance. “Odd you mention aliens first, not me. The Alliance offered to help with the Vong, but they asked first. They didn’t land troops on our platform, in our cities and fire lasers from the sky on our stuff. We get good salvage from core worlds now.”

There was a mumbling of agreement. Coruscant had a lot of good salvage. Not to mention the aging Pyre fleets that needed to be decommissioned. “I can’t help but think that extending the hand in this way also ends up with my palace surrounded by your soldiers before we can even start to make any kind of deal? You gonna send them away when the vong are done? You haven’t asked for anything yet?” That, above all else, made the squib suspicious. Nothing was free. He had to pay the Alliance in men and credits for their protection, but they got a good deal from the trade agreements. Better than the stupid humans and sullustans the Alliance had sent to negotiate realised anyway.

Trextan’s hand had barely strayed from near his lightsaber during the altercation. It was that the Ren would so readily use the Force to punish a subordinate like that. It irked him. Yet that didn’t affect his judgement. It was a background noise behind barriers of mental defence. The arrival of a Jedi Master eased his concerns. He gave a subtle, deferential bow of the head as she arrived but his eyes never strayed from Ren. There was a conviction in the speaker’s voice. He could have been like that in a different universe. A disciple of the Dark Lord, spreading his word as the Sith grew ever more powerful. It only galvanised his resolve. Lines had to be drawn, sacrifice would be made, but they would halt the expanse of the First Order.

 

[Naomi Carolina]

Location: Space
Allies:[member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Arisa Yune"]
Enemies: [member="Thalera Isianthar"] (been 5 days, moving on for fun)

Gloved hands tightened on the controls as she spun and somersaulted through the tight spaces between enemy and friendly fire and the bones of exploded fighters. Out of the corners of her hazels, she thought she caught a flicker of a limb. She gulped.

"I'm trying," teeth grit as her voice transmitted over the squadron's shared channel. She felt a sting threaten in the back of her throat. She didn't want to be the one the rest of the squadron had to save.

Klaxons blared in her cockpit and she turned hard port and down, trying to use the cover of the turret guns on the enemy ship to her advantage. A little risky but it's what she had to work with in the seconds that counted the most. Those same seconds that would determine life or death. There was an explosion behind her and for a moment her readouts cleared. Crossfire from the turrets worked.

"Got it!" She whooped. Just as quickly, two more warnings filled her screen. "Spoke too soon. Two more on my tail."

Sweet baby greens.

Enemy fire nipped at her shields, making contact.

 

[Choli Vyn]

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It would be Bubpa who would give the cry of alarm. The big shiny sword of the big man in black was gone! Eyes wide, the Squib gave a sudden twirl, nose twitching as his whiskers stood on end. Was there a thief?!!!

Sending a message to Poopa, Bubpa alerted the Head Guard of the missing shiny. "Big sword no here! It is gone!"

Paws a jittered and he immediately began to go through the weapons with careful precision, fondling and touching each and every single one was if to mentally count and derive more information. That's what they did anyways. Rub themselves with the object they were inspecting. It was how they were able to determine counterfeits as well. If FN-999 was coming to check on the weapons, he would find the Squib touching and be caressing every weapon while others would arrive to see what had occurred.

Meanwhile, Dirka's slender form would silently and quietly follow the shadow. Was there a shadow? Maybe. [member="Brennan Cabrol"] would likely notice the tiny grey blue figure following him, but it would be [member="Elmont Block"] that would likely be a the larger worry.


At the Palace...

Choli couldn't help the twitch of her fingers and the slight forward step at the force choke given to [member="FN-999"]. Her lips drew thin.

"Yeah, some way of showing how you like to dish out punishment," the girl muttered, watching [member="Elmont Block"] leave for a moment as he excused himself. Some sort of commotion outside which could be anything really. Turning towards Trextan they shared a fleeting expression, as if telling each other 'okay. we got this.'

But did they really?

They were both just seventeen. And while Choli had a couple of years of experience under her belt as a Rogue, it didn't compare to such tense situations as this diplomatic environment. Choli was a girl of action and reaction; another sign that if she had stayed permanently with the Jedi Order, she wouldn't have blended very well. Too independent and far too used to taking control of the matter. A bit prone to jump the gun, but that came with all youth.

R4 quietly went rolling behind the group, moving into position. The arrival of the new Jedi Master [member="Taeli Raaf"] was a small little distraction that drew all eyes towards her; more so when she added a few distinct quips of her own.

This was going to get interesting.

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[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 - Dancing on the cieling ( [member="Ara Ren"] ) all other baddies ( [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] )
(Stuff for pew pew and glow stick party in bio)

For Ara ...There was beauty in that moment, as Ara gave into the light and let the vale of pain fall from her. Bryce witnessed it, it was too strong for someone so close and within the force not to. He did not see her visions, hear those she loved speak to her but in the silence of that instant he felt it. Her next step into something more than she had been. He would have liked to stay in that moment, relish it as a friend would watching another grow, but the pain from his the lump of flesh and bone that was once his hand and the flashing lights of alarm pulled him into reality.

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The pain subsided as the saber in-beaded in his arm went silent with out it's master to active it. In an instant he was brought back into reality and realizing Ana was falling tried to catch her. With his good hand he reached for her only to have his finger tips just graze the tread of her boot. He would have tried something else to arrest her fall but the sudden appearance of armor covered in pink sparkles below her was enough to let Bryce know others looked out for her...

Detaching from the ceiling as well he flipped and fell to the console that controlled environmental system. Taking up Alaunus he jacked into the scomp link and reached out his mind and found his worse fears confirmed. What was left of the reactors, engines and other explosives packed all over the ship were arming. Slowly the computer counted down, sixty, fifty-nine, fifty eight... she was going to blow...

Bryce quickly actives the ships remaining air stores and flooded the bridge and all sections possible with atmosphere. Activating the ship intercom he was not sure if it still worked but he had to try. Cracking the seal on his helmet he yelled to everyone as he flipped the countdown to the bridges only working computer screen.

:: This ship is set to blow you have less than a minute to get to escape, i'll do what i can to slow the count but i'm not letting this fething ship blow still attached to the station. Too many innocents have died today, no more, fething take what you came for and run... ::

Bryce activated his defender bracelets so he could work without fear of interference. Once again he reached out with the force and by his will and the grace of the force he began to slow the computer's count. Forty, then thirty-nine half as fast as the last number. Thirty-eight even slower, through force of his will he had be able to triple the time remaining, but the count still passed. Nothing was going to save the kingfisher, its' fate was sealed. The only thing that remained was the lives of the innocent, the sacrifice red haired awesome fit-it dude was willing to make...

He turned his tool to the left to access the station, Release... By his will the doors to the station closed sealing it safely while docking clamps holding the First Order Corvette to the Squib stations let go...

He turned Alaunas to the right to access the ship again, Push... The ships only working tractor beam pressed against the hull of the station forcing the now doomed ship away from the station.

Those still on board would feel the movement of the ship and would hopefully take the time Bryce bought to escape. As they did Bryce would only think of the lives on that platform, and of numbers... Thirty, twenty-nine...