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

Gabriel Sionoma · Apr 24, 2017

LOCATION: Metrobig City
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Saul Perth"]
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: Saving some squib, engaging an old enemy
THEME: Call to Arms.

There were, indeed, always more. He made such thought as he watched, Vong crippled and suffocated as the chitin they wore swelled with allergic reaction to the sparkbees and their honey. Writhing until the last moments of their life, the scene was a nightmarish one with a nightmarish ending. He was only consoled by the freedom of these slaves, removed from the simple thrall herder. It took but a few moments to coax it into submission, mind no more complicated than that of the queen. As hazel eyes looking towards the Squib as they stood silent in their organic cage, he deactivated the cloak to the sounds of shock and awe.

::Hey, you still running around?::

::Slivilith ain't that bad, he don't know me!::

::Quit messing around and land at my position::

::10-4::

As the ship set down, Gabe stepped forward and pulled open the hatch. "Come on, load up!" He looked towards the squib, still shaken by what was happening, and he grew irritated. "Now!" They all filed in, covered in the marks of torture.

"You coming with us?" The pilot popped his head out, knowing the answer before he asked the question. "No. I've got some unsettled business with an old acquaintance." His expression had visibly darkened beneath the hood. "Can't wait for later, can it?"

"No. Afraid not. Get on the communications. A group of Vong were just slaughtered by the King of Panatha."

"How...how do you know that?"

The flash of the saber was still evident as he had taken to reaching out, feeling for other Vong in the area. And just as he had, those who felt the tendrils of his Vongsense fell beneath the cold hands of Kaine Zambrano. The scars on Gabes palms throbbed, the feeling of the broken ribs across the broken platforms, it was all coming back to him. "I know his scent anywhere. And he comes with aid. Leave this place, take them to safety, and make the call."

"I can help. This thing got lots of guns."

"Drop one of the speeders and go."

The pilot made a loud sigh as the ship closed up and lifted from the ground. From one of the four hard points, the speeder dropped and Gabe took off in a blast of speed down the road. It was a short run but he needed the vessel for evasive maneuvers. Parking it in hidden locale, he stepped out to find several Yuuzhan Vong fleeing from an alleyway. He pulled the shotgun out and fired once. Then again. Each slug propelled by his force aura, they found their targets and sent them flying across the empty and narrow road.

Stepping to the entrance, Gabe looked down the path of death and destruction that stood between him and the once fortified blockade. And [member="Darth Carnifex"], sticking his body through the barricade here's-johnny style, was busy plunging his weapon through vong and vong weapon alike. Gabe had no time to react. He simply pulled the trigger of the shotgun, letting loose a single slug towards the body of the hulking Sith Lord. And just as he did, he spun and activated the cloak, disappearing down the road he was traversing. Unlike the Ren and their underlings, Gabe exerted will on his own presence, masking it to lure the King out.

Vong were no more than fodder now.

~~~

::This is Darron Ectares of the Expedition 2, Militarized M47 under jurisdiction of the Sulon Law Enforcement Expeditionary Group. We are carrying civilians and need rendezvous point for safe pickup. All available Jedi and Alliance forces converge on the tracking point provided. Marshal Sionoma is engaging forces of the First Order, including the King of Panatha.::

With that, he sent tracker information attached to the vanguard armor to which Gabe wore. If no one responded, he'd gladly turn this gunship around and blast those darkness infested cultists from Skor himself. After all, he was Darron Ectares - Greatest Sulon pilot the universe had ever known.

Saul Perth · Apr 24, 2017

Location: Above Skor II
Objective: Boom and Zoom
Allies: GA and allies, [member="Relit Vandal"], [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
Enemies: FO and allies, Vong
Transports: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/16034-m47-illria-class-dropship/
Escorts: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/3495-os-g1-guardian/
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6gcz4hdLA8

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Saul imagined the formation must have been a sight to behold from the outside, twenty craft, eight transports and a full squadron of escort fighters streaking towards Metro Big City at maximum burn, appearing as nothing but brilliant streaks of fire in the sky as the pilots pushed their craft to the absolute limit during entry into the atmosphere of Skor II.

From the inside it was a much different ordeal. The Lieutenant had to keep his jaw clinched shut to keep from biting his tongue as the dropship shook as if being hit by a magnitude ten earthquake, inside of a tornado. After the dropship had cleared the atmosphere, the shaking died down enough that Saul felt he could respond to his messages via comm and possibly be understood.

::Squib civilians found in the Blastport. No First Order forces spotted. Yuuzhan Vong forces are en route.::

"Copy, routing a dropship for evac. Stay low. Out"

With a few clipped words into the comm, one of the marine dropships changed course slightly, angling towards the Blastport with a pair of fighters in formation.

[ ANS Dauntless, you are cleared to land and the following coordinates. Report to Prex Aeron Kreelan for further instructions. ]

"Acknowledged, on route. Out."

Saul forwarded the given coordinates to his pilots and the ships fell into approach formation, with the dropships flying low to strafe the streets and the fighters above and behind on the watch for hostile interceptors. He could just barely hear the sounds of the ship's twin repeating blaster cannons and feel the thud of the rocket launchers as the formation screeched through the sky.

A voice cut over Saul's comm as the formation proceeded.

::This is Darron Ectares of the Expedition 2, Militarized M47 under jurisdiction of the Sulon Law Enforcement Expeditionary Group. We are carrying civilians and need rendezvous point for safe pickup. All available Jedi and Alliance forces converge on the tracking point provided. Marshal Sionoma is engaging forces of the First Order, including the King of Panatha.::

"This is Lieutenant Saul Perth, of ANS Dauntless, proceed to these coordinates for upper atmo rendezvous. A squad of marines will be waiting to board and be deployed on the surface. That's all I have spare right now, copy?"

FN-999 · Apr 24, 2017

Location: Hall of Big Time Heroes of Beyond-Squib Eliteness
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, someone please come
Gear: In signature
Objective: Take and hold the Hall of Big Time Heroes of Beyond-Squib Eliteness

The seven troopers sat down, exhausted from running to the Hall of Big Time Heroes. Despite being a massive building, the Hall was considerably empty. In fact, there wasn't a Squib in sight. Joe was both a bit confused and relieved that no one was inside. If this was a trap, it was too late to escape. Outside, he suddenly heard noise that he immediately recognize. He had heard that noise constantly for ten years. Blasters.

From the loudness of the sound, Joe thought it was a starfighter firing its cannons. Then, the sounds got louder. There must have be some sort of engagement.

Joe had no time to worry about the air engagement, so he focused back on holding the Hall of Big Time Heroes. There was no resistance at all, but once again, it could be a trap. At that moment, an elderly Squib male with a mop walked by, sweeping up the floor. The moment the Squib saw the troopers, with blasters in their hands, he ran away as fast as his weakening legs would allow. He considered shooting the man, but he couldn't cause too much trouble.

Sal Katarn · Apr 24, 2017

White armored forms come through the blue smoke. They advance on us, the Ren at their head implacable, inhuman. Canisters fly through the air from their lines. One lands at my feet. Gas spews from the canister and I take a step backward.

Phosphorous?

The Squibs near me fall, bodies twitching. I recognize the symptoms even in the heat of battle. My heart is made of rybcoarse, but at this moment it feels heavier than a Mandalorian smith's forge. The gas is a chemical agent of some sort and as I watch I see their tiny blue forms shiver, drool spilling from their mouths, pupils dilating. Their muscles are paralyzed. Mouths open, able to taste air, but unable to breathe it in. Their limbs thrash, struggling against an enemy they cannot see.

I watch them, helpless, as their struggling turns to weak, erratic kicks and pathetic flails, eyes sightless.

My vacuum sealed armor filters out the chemical agent. I will live, so will my marines. But I have nothing to neutralize the effects of the gas. I do not even know what kind of chemical agent the First Order is using.

A blaster bolt devoid of its lethality due to the blue LIS smoke smacks into my chestplate like the punch from a wookiee and shakes me from my stunned horror. ([member="Rexus Wenck"]).

Turning, I open fire with my sonic carbine for the warrior with the lightsaber. ([member="Kyrel Ren"]). The hard sound can break bone and burst internal organs.

I assume he is one of their Order of Ren. I've seen the propaganda posters they put up. They say they aren't dark side. But as the bodies of the squibs around me twitch and thrash, I can't wonder at what could be more cruel a weapon than this. Better to have spaced us all instantly and let them die in the vacuum than to go out asphyxiated by lungs that can no longer function. It is in violation of about seven different sapient rights accords.

I doubt they care.

I see him gesture in my direction, probably trying to force choke me or one of my marines. Whatever he is trying fails, the voidstone pack I wear sees to that.

Chatter fills my comms.

"Lieutenant Thule, this is Sergeant Darklighter. The chemical agents got picked up into the ventilation system. The Squib are suffering heavy casualties."

Two more inert blaster bolts whip through the blue smoke and slap against my chestplate. I grunt from the impact and duck down behind a trash pile.

"Sergeant Darklighter, access my cam footage and relay it back to HQ." ([member="Trextan Voidstalker"]).

By now reinforcements from Twilight company have joined us, but they are shooting into the blue smoke with the blaster carbines too. I see what looks to be a Duros officer open fire with a rotary cannon.

Blast it.

I wave him over, picking up a tensor rifle from one of our fallen Squib allies. "Officer, we're employing laser inhibiting smoke against the imperials." ([member="Sol Stazi"])

I toss the rifle toward him, but never see if he catches, because at that moment I see a shadow cast across the ground and glance up. Floating garbage hovers over our heads. Literal tons of it. The refuse rains down, an avalanche of scrap.

Pain.

The world goes black.

Natasi Fortan · Apr 24, 2017

Aboard the FIV Discovery

[member="Ranulph Tarkin"]

At the Blastport

[member="Relit Vandal"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] (Maybe? Let me know if I'm misreading)

The FIV Discovery and her escorts headed for the Blastport of Metrobig City in a large park-type area, but at the last moment the ship bucked and banked in a circle. Audrey stood and went to the viewport, watching the city revolve. She was about to ask what happened when the pilot came over the intercom. "Apologies, Dr. Saint George -- everyone -- unfortunately the landing pad we were heading for turned out to be locked down. We're sending in an escort ship on close approach to scout a more secure landing position." Dr. Saint George went to the window, peering out at the city expanding into the horizon. The city didn't look alive from here -- didn't look like it was a populated, thriving city. Audrey knew that the city itself was suffering under the onslaught of the Yuuzhan Vong and gods-knew-what else; she hoped that their efforts here didn't bring more suffering to these people, but perhaps some eggs had to be broken to make the omelette.

The omelette, in this case, being the First Order's dominion over the planet.

The First Order wouldn't tolerate a prolonged encounter with the Yuuzhan Vong. They had their struggles with the Ssi-Ruuk, of course, but once the full force of the Supreme Leader's army and navy was brought to bear, the Ssi-Ruuk -- or those that had survived -- had upped sticks. The Yuuzhan Vong would get the same treatment if the First Order took Skor II, and the ridiculously-named natives would finally have peace, safety, security, and a double-helping of justice in their homes again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have located an empty bay, but please be advised -- we are landing in a combat zone. Caution is advised."

Audrey turned back to [member="Ranulph Tarkin"], her eyebrows lofting as she broke out in a grin. "It's all rather exciting, isn't it?" She went to the storage locker and pulled out her flak vest, which she slipped on over her tan field uniform, and strapped a blaster pistol to her thigh. She was almost gleeful at the prospect of getting her hands on that statue.

The FIV Discovery touched down at the Metrobig City Blastport. It was time to go.

Naomi Carolina · Apr 24, 2017

Location: Approaching Skorr II
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"]
Enemies: FO Folk
Ship: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/99295-tr-20-x-wing/

To say the teen had fears about screwing up majorly this first mission or doing something so idiotic, like getting stuck on the docking-clamps was an understatement. Probably a good thing she skipped breakfast. Then again, once the tinted canopy sealed over her helmeted-head and the cacophony of the hangar was cancelled by her helmet and multi-channel feed through the ear piece, it felt like home. Even more so with that feeling of being out in the weightless black pitch.

"Ya'll, I'm so callin' dibs on the pick next time," she quipped over the shared feed and her XO's song of choice.

Skorr was getting closer on her readouts as well as line of sight. Sharp-hazel eyes squinted as the shapes that dotted the planet's surrounding area grew larger and larger. The redhead stuck to Asmus' wing smooth as butter and they cut through space true to their names, like ghosts.

Alkor Centaris · Apr 24, 2017

Location: Metrobig City, Central Plaza
Allies: [member="Castor Ren"] (en route), [member="Brennan Cabrol"] (en route)
Enemies: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | King of the Squib

Castor's words flickered in his mind and resonated, softer at first, then stern. This was the presence of a seasoned, devout First Order soldier, and he felt instantly humbled. More than that, though, his body was perfectly rigid for a half second as the sensation passed over.

The soldier in him was stricken by proximity to a man who was the stuff of legends. He never imagined that he would stand next to a Knight of Ren, let alone be commanded by one. Unfortunately, his arsenal was limited- one FOSB issued blaster, enough for personal defense. Hopefully, their meeting with the King would not be a violent excursion.

He started to lift the comm back to his lips, then felt something else. The predator inside his genetics tensed, then searched frantically. Something was close by. Something not just alive, but interested in him. He could feel their thoughts on him.

The same voice in his head lingered, and he latched on to those brain waves. It was a simple matter to follow them back to the senior knight. Exemplar, we are being surveilled.

Instead of speaking into the comm, giving his voice to the enemy to use, he stretched out and found the other two Force Sensitives, united under the will of the Supreme Leader. Through his mind, he connected their voices and formed a silent network. It would last until Castor willed it severed.

I am woefully underarmed for a confrontation, he told them both. Initially, FOSB had installed me to collect information and distribute propaganda. I just received orders that I had been redistributed to your unit. Please factor this in your strategy. Additionally, the planet is- as anticipated- in turmoil. Alliance occupation is evident, and I have reason to believe there are Jedi in the area.

It would be prudent to approach this from a diplomatic angle for as long as possible.

Mishel Kryze · Apr 24, 2017

Location: Metrobig City, Entrance
Allies: [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | @Samka Derith | [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemies: @Gabriel Sionoma
Gear: Lightsaber | Armour of Ren | Knuckle Plated Gauntlets | Helmet of Ren | Neurotransponder

Metrobig City might have been different had it not been for the Yuuzhan Vong. Mishel's eyes adjusted their vision to compensate for the HUD, her breather reminded her of how often she teased brother Kyrel about how he sounded. Suddenly, she felt a bit of guilt over it, her mind snapped to attention at Samka's words and then she remembered. Today they were Sith, not that the galaxy seemed to much care that they were Ren anyhow. The Galactic Alliance did not care at least, what was one dark sider compared to another? Well. She supposed the Alliance had their own liberal use of the term dark side, given how often they accepted help from her mother and the Fire Order. It seemed they were almost as accommodating to the dark side as the Ssi-Ruuk had been to First Order blaster bolts on G'Rho. Mishel then did her best to recall the Sith Code, after all, what would be the point of masquerading around as Sith if you couldn't recall the code. "Today the Yuuzhan Vong shall understand the meaning of the phrase, peace is a lie."

The boots of stormtroopers thundered about, white plastoid helmets and betaplast shields, F-11Ds and SE-44Cs. Mishel could identify almost any piece of their armour, long nights awake at the Bastion often proved valuable to learning about the galaxy. "The Sith will rise once more," she added with almost a little too much enthusiasm as she set her hand over her lightsaber. The snap-hiss of her blade and the hum of power as it flickered to life. Darth Carnifex towered over all three of the Ren and as if that weren't enough his dark side aura overwhelmed Mishel. This, this is what she missed, the brunette yearned for the deep connection to the dark side once more. She took a moment to bask in the radiating darkness and behind the mask, her hazel-green eyes flickered into the haunting orange, just as they had been before Mustafar.

The young disciple of Ren opened her eyes and watched as her sisters went into action. Mishel joined them with a rush of force speed, her orange bladed weapon tearing into her enemies. An ugly rendition of some sort of Makashi-Djem So combination, crude yet efficient as she worked to cut them down to pieces. And then she turned once the flicker of flames went by her. Fire shaping. The vat-grown Ren had only recently inquired of Kaalia to teach her this method and before Skor II the early lessons had just completed. Ren, see. Ren, do. Mishel did her best to mimic what she saw from Kaalia but defaulted into a fifteen-foot cone against the Vong. "There is only passion, and through passion, I gain strength!" The fire dissipated as her lightsaber flew through it consuming the heat it struck against Yuuzhan Vong flesh and came back into her hand.

Bryce Bantam · Apr 25, 2017

Location - Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform - Damaged bridge Bercey-class Weather Corvette
Objective - POWER!!! and how to restore some to the FO corvette
Allies - GA, well got one so far ( [member="Canal"] [member="Laira Vereen"] | [member="Nicolas Thorne"] )
Enemies - Space baddies ( [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Satia"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] )
(Stuff for pew pew and glow stick party in bio)

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

[SIZE=10.5pt]By this time Bryce had made his way back to the bridge. At his feet was an off [/SIZE]assortment[SIZE=10.5pt] of parts and First Order [/SIZE]knickknacks he had found while searching. In a foot locker he had found a black vacuum suite[SIZE=10.5pt] with cadet markings on it. Thinking it looked cool he had grabbed it along with the matching helmet which he wore on the top of his head, slightly tilted back and off to the side so he could see what he was doing. He had also found some flash bang grenades and a engineering breathing mask. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]In his mouth was a small illuminator which he was using to see into a dark terminal he was trying to repair. Below the terminal sat the BB unit which Bryce had plugged into to help him power up. [/SIZE]Bryce had somehow gotten partial power back to the computers, they were only now starting up bit by bit and with them additional sub and backup systems. He had Alaunus plugged into a near by scomp link and it was recording what ever it could from the booting computers while the BB unit was going on about the greatness of the First Order, how he was a fool to oppose him and he would be trampled under foot like all the other. As Bryce worked he had to give it up for the FO propaganda, poodoo was strong, even in their fething droids.

[SIZE=10.5pt]Behind him t[/SIZE]he main screen was now working, well kind of anyhow. In between flashes of static and fuzz were new broadcasts of the invasion via the Super New worthy and Important Channel of Amazing Squib News, or SNWICASN. The blue furred woman was trying to sound upbeat and calm but from her inflection she was beginning to lose her composure. Bryce was not aware of it then but the reports of the chemical attack was only now beginning to be reported.

[SIZE=10.5pt]It was around this time an [/SIZE]elegant[SIZE=10.5pt] soldier was lead to him by a squib guard. Bryce was about to stand up and greet the man when lights started flashing about the bridge. Now normally some sirens would be accompanying the warning but they must have not have been working at the time. Instead the screen [/SIZE]automatically[SIZE=10.5pt] switched over to fuzzy screen shots of the exterior, there was a ship closing on them. What type he couldn't tell. Still it was not very large and Bryce foolishing though it nothing of concern at the time. Instead not wanting to be rude he switched his attention back to the man and greeted him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Red haired fix it guy, Dark and fancy moving sword guy has some questions about the ship" [/SIZE]The squib guard said.

WolfMortum · Apr 25, 2017

Location: Central Plaza.
Allies: [member="Castor Ren"], [member="Jacques"]
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance.

He'd been there just a moment ago, a figure of darkness cloaked in his robe of black, yet the Squib who seemed to be following him suddenly lost sight of Brennan as he disappeared around the corner. They approached cautiously, scouting the area for any sign of the young Disciple, he of whom had ducked down a narrow side street connecting one side of the block to the other, passing in between local storefronts and warehouses to reach the other side that came out into the place they were to rendezvous. Brennan had heard the command given from Castor yet he too had picked up on his tail, those of whom the Force whispered of, the hairs upon the back of his neck prickling as he'd not once turned to face them until he'd first shed himself of their watchful eyes and then, in the darkness that shrouded him and concealed him from his would-be followers, he turned his attention back and sought to remove them first from the scene before making contact with his peers. Brennan wore no mask, no helmet, simply the armor of the Ren beneath his cloak though no insignia to reveal any affiliation to them either; his steps had become silent and the air around him cold and dense with the intended aggression. He did not like being spied upon, nor did he appreciate the fact that he might lead these people to the rest of his own. His sole purpose since becoming a Disciple within the Order was to keep his affiliation to them a closely guarded secret and though in a time of war such as this, stepping out into the public light was inevitable...-Yet it too would be on his terms and their intentions in approaching the King was best left an advantage of theirs, in the unexpected audience to come.

From their south, he approached, moving against the cover of the buildings shadow crouched and hunched forward with the Dirk raised in his right hand, these Squib weren't his enemy of choice but one of necessity in the moment, forced to take them out of the picture so to secure his position before moving forward. He had trained for this sort of combat especially, the nature of a silent kill, a perfect kill.

Reaching across the top of the first witnesses shoulder, his gloved hand blanketed the Squibs mouth, silencing him by the firm grasp whilst pulling it back against his torso and driving the Dirk through a gap in it's combat attire, the cold steel piercing it's flesh and fur, digging deep and forcing the creature to writhe and gasp against his grip, trying to scream out for it's partner though being stifled as Brennan pulled it forcefully back into the cover of the alley. In its struggle and lasting breath, his victim kicked out in every direction trying to desperately free itself from him, shunting its boot into the flimsy outer shell of an air conditioning unit attached to the side of the building on Brennan's left, the noise echoed within the alley and from the street he heard the other sprinting their way.
The element of surprise was gone, he had seconds to act before the Squibs partner in duty would be upon him; twisting the blade within the back of the first, he soon wrenched it out and cast the fallen aside, stepping swiftly for the corner of which the second turned to enter the alley. Slashing out in an vertical lunge, the steel of his dirk caught the other under the jaw, the blade being driven up through it's mouth and into it's head, using the firm lodging to pull the creature into the alley and soon twisting it violently to the left, both tearing the weapon from the creature and snapping it's neck.

Everything had stopped, the area completely silent and all but his breathing had ceased. Eyes narrowed, Brennan dropped to the corner, crouching upon a knee beside the second kill and peering out about the street, watching and waiting for any sign of reinforcements. Caster and Jacques were expecting him still, his instructions ever present on his mind, his brows knit together as he tempered his impatience, ensuring that he wasn't to miss anything before turning back and continuing towards the rendezvous.

"I was followed, two have been neutralized..." He spoke into the device against his wrist, the comms channel that Castor had instructed them to use, in place and secure. He wasn't as trained as they seemed to be in the art of telepathy, perhaps had he persevered with it he might have been yet closing in to the entrance on the other side of the Alley, he stopped at the corner and peered out, hoping to find the two awaiting him, "Targets were both local, No reinforcements in sight though requesting advice. I'm on the..." He paused to double check the devices GPS readout, "Western side of the courtyard. Clear to proceed ?".

Eugen Aker · Apr 25, 2017

Location: Tenchu-class Dreadnoughthttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/107686-tenchu-class-dreadnought-silver-jedi-order/?hl=tenchu SSV Vánagandr
Objective: Reinforce Allied forces in Squab System
Allies: Galactic Alliance and friends
Opposition: Vong, [SIZE=11pt]Graug[/SIZE], First Order (Focusing Carlyle once in-system, but all feel free to take shots.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HrSuND3ybhw

Arisa turned to face [SIZE=11pt]Rakieh[/SIZE] as he looked back at her on his way out of the CIC to the hangars, offering a nod and a tight smile. However, as he finally left, she could feel a rising pit in her stomach as she considered that it may be the last time she would see him.

Feelings of regret would quickly well up with the dread she now experienced for sending her apprentice away, but she did not call for his return as he left to fulfill his duty as a Jedi. Many people were going to die no matter what decisions she made today, as former comrades had in the past. That was her burden as commander.

She pushed the troublesome thoughts to the back of her mind as she returned her focus completely to the task at hand. At this point, they were only a few minutes outside of reversion into the Squab system. By now there were several First Order formations moving against FWO and GADF vessels. Thanks to her datalink with her allies, she was able to listen [SIZE=11pt]into[/SIZE] a rather hostile exchange between Admiral Thuka and officers of the invading First Order fleet.

As a pair of belligerent respondents broke OPSEC and military bearing for some grandstanding against [SIZE=11pt]Thuka[/SIZE], Subutaihttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/103002-subutai-tactical-analysis-system/#entry1492130 would quickly identify one of them as Admiral Carlyle Rausgeber from electronic dossiers, his transmission originating from the Resurgent-class battlecruiser within the main body of the FO fleet. With 78% certainty, the other respondent would be identified as Governor [SIZE=11pt]Thaelera[/SIZE] Isianthar of Kaeshana, her transmission from an Interdictor cruiser also with the main body.

Whether intentional or not, Thuka had just [SIZE=11pt]helped[/SIZE] uncover some important intelligence for Arisa to use against the First Order in this engagement. Already, Subutai was adjusting its strategies to account for Rausgeber’s presence and role within the FO formation, calling upon extensive intelligence reports on the man dating all the way back from Castameer. Much less information was available Thaelera, largely an unknown within the greater galaxy, but there was now new profile being developed, already noted as being a person of ill-temperament.

She [SIZE=11pt]waited[/SIZE] to communicate with her allies until after she had exited hyperspace at Skor’s outer orbit at the rear of the First Order formations driving forward toward the planet. It took her a minute to speak as the empath contended with the jarring sensation that always sprang from collective hatred and death on the battlefield. Even in all her years of fighting as a soldier and Jedi, such feelings were hard to drone out even as she had learned to remain composed in the face of such sickening auras. Often she wondered if all the politicians and general officers deaf to the Force would change their ways if they could switch places with her during times like these.

The feeling subsided as she became attuned to her surroundings, and she would begin to speak over heavily encrypted laser comms, the method of [SIZE=11pt]tight[/SIZE] beam line of sight communication usually impossible to eavesdrop on without being present on the same axis to intercept the beam from sender to receiver.

“After review, I think that the First Order may be holding back reserves to spring upon me and other reinforcements as we move in. Considering that this is strategic system [SIZE=11pt]along[/SIZE] a major hyperlane, this force seems much too small. So for now, I’m going to sit back and pick off the main body from the distance. My ships are the best equipped to handle any reserves that may be waiting in the wings, so we’ll serve as a bulwark for GADF and FWO forces.”

Even if she couldn’t bring most of the firepower of her capital ships to bear upon the FO forces present at long range, she had still come with dozens of starfighter squadrons, the Watchman sharing the GA’s preference for fighter-centric carrier tactics. Once they cut through the inferior attack craft of the First Order, they would make short work of their capital ships.

“Pleased be advised, [SIZE=11pt]high-value[/SIZE] targets had been identified with reasonable certainty aboard the Resurgent battlecruiser and interdictor cuiser. Sharing that information now, do with it what you will.”

“Captain Sko, position your ships along my formation’s starboard flank and prepare to deploy fighters with me. We’re going to harass their backline and target their carriers and try to lure their escorts out of position. But first, I’m going to soften them up a little.”

Her formation sped forward even while she spoke to her allies and mercenary hire, closing the distance to allow her to begin making use of her long range weaponry. Banks of Torrents on the Vánagandr, Bona, and [SIZE=11pt]Dawon[/SIZE] would begin to spew out a steady hail of plasma torpedoes, targeting the escort starships ([SIZE=11pt]Mukhitar[/SIZE]) of the main body, as well as those unidentified frigates (Halberdshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/107715-halberd-class-artillery-frigate/) giving trouble to the FWO and GADF forces in front of the FO formations. Firing at full power, the energy torpedoes would be able to close the distance between Arisa’s formation and the FO main body at nearly a quarter light speed, almost assured to hit their targets of small corvettes and frigates by virtue of their obscene velocity. [SIZE=11pt]Weakpoints[/SIZE] like the bridge sections and engines were targeted for an attack to inflict maximum damage.

With her other long range guns, the Angonhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/102371-angon-class-hypervelocity-cannon/ HVCs, she would single out the FO battlecruiser (Malice) for attack, targeting it with continuous bursts of boarding shells that could bypass shields with their inbuilt field disruptors, the capsules chock full with about a dozen buzz droids a piece, all with the mission to destroy gun emplacements for a firepower kill, and to destroy comm/sensor arrays and shield emitters. She imagined as she continuously saturated [SIZE=11pt]the battlecruiser[/SIZE] with hundreds of shells, some would get through to deliver their payloads, which would be more than enough.

As a final piece to her opening attack, she let loose several salvos of diamond boronhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Diamond_boron_missile missiles from all her capital ships equipped with warhead launchers. With a longer flight time than most missiles, they could reach out and hit the squishy support vessels at the vulnerable rear of the FO main body with no problem. Guided by Subutai over laser line, the missiles would begin to engage in seemingly erratic anti-ballistic maneuvers to defeat fast tracking point defense systems and anti-ballistic missiles as they neared their targets. Coupled with their tough armored form, they would undoubtedly stress these countermeasures to the limit, which was the point, so openings could be [SIZE=11pt]created[/SIZE] for successive strikes. As time went on, and Subutai was to able analyze the responses to its missile strikes, anti-ballistic maneuvers would be continuously improved to make its missiles increasingly harder to hit.

Order of Battle:

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[SIZE=11pt]Task Force Tyr,1st Ranger Expeditionary Group[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]1x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Tenchu-class Dreadnought[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]SSV Vánagandr[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]4x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]KF-01B Fencer Droid Fighter[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] (Kai Variant) Squadrons (96)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Standard Ground/Boarding Complement[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]1x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Union-class Colony/Assault Carrier[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]SSV Scion of Hast[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]4x KF-01B Fencer Droid Fighter (Kai Variant) Squadrons (96)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]6x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Cyclone Bomber[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Squadrons (72)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Loaded w/ [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Atropos AI Unit[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] “Cresh”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]2x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Centurion Class Battlecruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]SSV Seolhyun,Taeyeon[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]6x KF-01B Fencer Droid Fighter (Kai Variant) Squadrons (144)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]6x Cyclone Bomber Squadrons (72)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]6x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]A-Wing [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Squadrons (72)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]2x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Tercel-class Heavy Cruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] SSV Bona, Dawon[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]6x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Handmaiden-class Escort Corvette [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] SSV Exy, Luda, Eunseo, Yeoreum, Dayoung, Yeonjung[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]1x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Wodrata-class Pod Carrier[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] SSV Vessla[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]1x[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Scion-class Stealth Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] SSV Nollam[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]4x[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]LSR[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]*All ships equipped with [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Hydra[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Mithril[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], and [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Slingshot[/SIZE]
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[member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Samuel Jones"] [member="Rach Vizla"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Zark"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Rakieh Atur"] [member="Charlotte Reed"]

Sorry if I missed anyone.

Laira Darkhold · Apr 25, 2017

Objective: Investigate Ship bearing FO Markings
Location: Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform
Allies: [member="Nicolas Thorne"] [member="Raph Thule"] [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Bryce Bantam"]
Enemies: FO | [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Satia"] [member="Torian Pierce"] [member="Nils Brenner"]
NPC: Outcast Squadron (7)

Sometimes Laira felt like the outsider in the squadron. Most of the veterans had been around since the Omega Protectorate days and had served together well before breaking away from the governments of the galaxy. Commander Marrow waved his hand, issuing the stealth commandos further through the platform until they came to the end of the corridor with the rest of the team. Then it was Laira and her wingman's turn to rush forward. The Microgrenade launcher she carried was nice and small, compact despite its range and capacity but she loathed being fire-support. It required her to be the one with the most responsibility when covering her squad-mates and put her in the back of the formation where she wouldn't be able to use her melee skills unless she moved past the rest.

The benefit of being the rookie was that the Commander always assigned the least experienced pilot and commando to the most experienced as a wingman to gain experience from them and to have the best and most capable person to help them if they found themselves in a tight spot. In Laira's case it was another woman that had flown with the commander for over a decade and was the team's markswoman. The redhead slid into her position at the rear of the group without a sound followed shortly be her older companion.

Commander Marrow gave another short series of hand signals ordering the team through the door. One of the downsides of operating under full stealth was that they could only make use of passive sensors themselves, so they had to rely on skill and awareness just as much as those fighting them would have to. Their main advantage was they were aware their were enemies, the First Order would not be looking for them, at least not specifically.

The door opened and before them, the downed First Order craft lay waiting for them to investigate. The commandos quickly covered the distance with a short burst from their whisper jump packs and landed near the aft of the vessel. For a moment they waited as the team's slicer worked his magic, and then the doors were open and the team inside without a trace. Laira kept repeating the Commander's words before they had landed in her head <Just get copies of all the First Order info we can. Purge it so they don't know how much we grabbed. Any access codes, IFF's, frequencies or vital locations we can discover are things we can use to put the squeeze on them.> One day she would have to make sure to convince her father to give Commander Marrow access to SourceNet, but for now what intelligence Outcast Squadron gathered on its own would have to be good enough.

Hansen · Apr 25, 2017

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IIeC0ncLxQ

((Battlegroup Grievous Theme))

Thalera Isianthar
FIV Ashira, Bridge
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Samuel Jones"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"]
Enemies: [member="Arisa Yune"] (Engaging), [member="Cathul Thuku"] (Indirect), [member="Rach Vizla"], [member="Zark"] (Indirect), [member="Bryce Bantam"] (Indirect), [member="Sieb Tevv"] (Indirect), [member="Sko'saht"] (Indirect).
Vessel: FIV Ashira

FIV Ashira [Flagship, Gov. Isianthar] | Model: Upgraded Interdictor-Class Cruiser | Engine Thrust: Flank | Shield Charge: 100% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Firing At: Vánagandr, Bona, Dawon. | Fighter Status: Ready.
FIV Subjugator [Capt. Cosgrove] | Model: Imperial-X Star Destroyer | Engine Thrust: One-Third | Shield Charge: 100% | Hull Integrity: 88% | Firing At: SSV Vánagandr, Scion of Hast, Seolhyun |Fighter Status: Ready.
FIV Defiler [Capt. Abbott] | Model: Imperial-X Star Destroyer | Engine Thrust: One-Third | Shield Charge: 100% | Hull Integrity: 83% | Firing At: SSV Vánagandr, Scion of Hast, Taeyeon | Fighter Status: Ready.
FIV Avenger [Capt. Katter] | Model: Imperial-X Star Destroyer | Engine Thrust: One-Third | Shield Charge: 100% | Hull Integrity: 92% | Firing At: SSV Vánagandr, Scion of Hast | Fighter Status: Ready.
FIV Arrestor [Capt. Hawke] | Model: Imperial-X Star Destroyer | Engine Thrust: One-Third | Shield Charge: 100% | Hull Integrity: 93% | Firing At: SSV Vánagandr, Bona | Fighter Status: Ready.
FIV Violator [Capt. Howard] | Model: Imperial-X Star Destroyer | Engine Thrust: One-Third | Shield Charge: 100% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Firing At: SSV Vánagandr, Dawon | Fighter Status: Ready.
FIV Deathwatch [Capt. Rudd] | Model: Victory-X Star Destroyer | Engine Thrust: One-Third | Shield Charge: 100% | Hull Integrity: 95% | Firing At: SSV Bona, Taeyeon | Fighter Status: N/A.
FIV Ambitious [Capt. Gillard] | Model: Victory-X Star Destroyer | Engine Thrust: One-Third | Shield Charge: 100% | Hull Integrity: 87% | Firing At: SSV Dawon, Seolhyun | Fighter Status: N/A.

Close behind the Ashira and Vánagandr the seven monstrous yet lightly damaged dagger-shaped Star Destroyers pull out of blue hyperspace tunnels and their crews perform a brief purview of the transponder codes. The Rear Destroyer Group's Captain in charge gives a simple order; Engage targets of opportunity. All five of the Imperial Star Destroyers' turbolaser batteries pivot fore at the dangerously close Silver Jedi Flotilla, they wanted war and were about to receive it. Captain Cosgrove looks to the comms officer and makes an inquiry to the time of arrival for the Forward Destroyer-Frigate Group. The Rear Destroyer group had arranged themselves in an arrowhead shape with one Victory Class Star Destroyer on the farthest edges, the precipice was tipped by the Cosgrove himself on the bridge of the Subjugator following behind the Silver Battlegroup at one-third in an attempt to put some distance between the two formations. Battlegroup Grievous' Rear Destroyer Group had travelled a short distance and though the forward group would need to travel the same distance they might never arrive; The war was already taking a toll in credits through damages that needed to be repaired and thus far Grievous' Forward Destroyer-Frigate group had taken the brunt of the assault.

Thalera's wide eyes narrow calmed at the sight of friendly contacts on the Holotable; They'd quickly intergrated into the First Order's TEAMCOM and were sharing sensor data across sub-space. "The hostile vessels are firing, keep our current course. I don't want to be hit by any weapons fire that overshoots Captain Cosgrove's targets." The Ashira's course remains unchanged though Thalera's hands tighten around the steel guard on the circumference of the Combat-Information Holotable and gives a glance over left-shoulder towards the weapon control officer, then her gaze shifts to the damage control officer. They were beginning to panic; Every member of the command crew is yelling trying to pass vital combat information across the bridge even though they all had headsets with boom microphones. "Lieutenant, I need accurate damage reports on any weapons fire we receive." He spares a glance to the irritated Governor whose intimidating Stormtrooper Countenance to pivots right around towards his console and gets in contact with various compartments located close to the Ashira's hull who would naturally receive any damage First. Thalera cannot stand standing here any longer and releases the holo table, her body whips around and with hands clasped behind back and in a brisk step walks towards the Transparisteel windows.

Gaze peers forth at Admiral Rausgeber's fleet, following the path of the green-streaks of turbolaser fire; They're ostensibly focusing on the Corvettes and Frigate with the addition of the Malice. "Activate our Anti-missile countermeasure suite and focus Ray Shield Generator power to the rear. Deflectors and concussion shields to starboard!" Thalera's boots pivot and she points towards the Helmsman. "All engines ahead flank, hard to starboard!" The Ashira's intertia suddenly shifts back and Thalera bends her knees instinctively as the crew jolt about slightly; The Fast and Manoeuvrable Star Destroyer begins turning with speed and grace that belies its' class and size. "All gun crews are authorised to fire at will! Engage the larger vessels!" Thalera shrieks back down the hall towards the fire and weapons control officers with anxiety oozing from her lips. The Ashira's turbolaser battery crews traverse their weapons with the power of hydraulic motors quickly and wait for the sensor data to feed into their fire control systems with the ships' turn. When the first warhips that fit that description come into sight a few of the turbolasers thud, barrels recoiling once into the square shaped citadels.

((Battlegroup Grievous Opening Fire))

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Samuel Jones"] [member="Rach Vizla"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Zark"]

H3xle · Apr 25, 2017

Location: Hangar near the fighting
Allies: [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Laira Vereen"], [member="canal"], [member="Raph Thule"], GA
Enemies: [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Rexus Wreck"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Nils Brenner"], [member="Torian Pierce"], FO
Aiming at: [member="kyrel ren"]
Objective: Wake up, maybe put on a little make up
Gear: Link in Sig

Keric seemed to have been a bit over cautious, as the stormtrooper he had hit went down without so much as another one looking up. The second one he had hit hadn't died, instead he'd gotten a couple of arm shots in, tearing the armor and leaving him one handed firing down the line towards the Alliance.

'Gotta give it to these guys, they've got discipline...' he thought to himself. Then he saw a tall guy in all black with a glowing red lightsaber. As he watched, the large man spoke to a stormtrooper with an orange pauldron, then deactivate his lightsaber. Keric knew that any force sensitive wouldn't be able to sense him due to the voidstone gunbelt, one of the better items he'd had made for himself. That monstrosity was going to be trouble for the Alliance, as Keric didn't see any friendly sabers in the crowd where the Squibs and Alliance marines had dug in.

Keric aimed at the Knight of Ren with his heavy blaster. From his position, he could see most of the mans front and all of his left side as he spoke to the stormtrooper. The shot would likely get seen as it streaked in at him, but Keric had a chance to even things out, and he was going to take it. He aimed carefully, aiming for center mass on the life support armor that he wore. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Keric saw the stormtrooper he had hit start to spasm and hit the floor. Keric narrowed his eyes, wishing his dragonskin jumpsuit had a military grade hud, or at least sensors. That had to be from the gas that they'd been reported to have used. With a quick look down at the Alliance lines, he saw several Squibs and a couple Marines in the same position. Keric nodded to himself and holstered the blaster. He set the Occluder handcannon down on the deck plating in front of him and drew the disruptor pistol from the back of his gun belt. He aimed with the ease of natural ability and long practice and began to send bolts down at Kyrel Ren. These bolts would punch through armor like a needle through fabric, not enough for a kill as they were needles of disruptor energy, but enough to make holes in armor, and for gas to get in. That was Keric's plan, no longer going for outright kills, but looking to return some of the pain the First Order liked to inflict on other back to them.

RIP Carlyle Rausgeber · Apr 25, 2017

Allies: [member="Thalera Isianthar"] | [member="Charlotte Reed"] | [member="Samuel Jones"] | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Tobias Wrynn"] | [member="Emelie Sterren"]
Enemies; [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Cody Bantam"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Sieb Tevv"]
Objective: Engage Therapy Command

The Malice brutally absorbed the punishment put out by the Endurance. Carlyle anxiously eyed the crew pits as the hypervelocity rounds slammed into the resurgent. Now was the time to test the secondary hypermatter reactor, and whether it would work with the kyber endowed shield generator. In theory, it would work to absorb nearly all damage short of the Omega weapon. But that was a theory. A theory for a ship that hadn't been tested. "Status report," The admiral barked, "How are our shields holding?"

"Sir, we are at near maximum shielding, blasts basically bounced off." The Shield Technician Officer reported.

"How goes the reactor?" Carlyle asked, "Is there any stress on it?"

"None at all admiral," The officer replied, "We absorbed those fine."

"Well," Carlyle pontificated, "Fire the hellfires at that ship, let's show what happens to those who think they can best us." He added sadistically. Once the orders were received by the FIV Devestator and Bombardier, they let rip. Ninety warhead launchers fired at the Endurance, followed by the one hundred and ten heavy warheads. Carlyle watched with a grin pursing lips as the missiles streaked towards the former Omega Pyre ship. However, the Scanning Officer broke his enjoyment of the oncoming carnage.

"Admiral, a fleet has just dropped out of lightspeed sir!" The officer stammered, "They're firing upon us."

"All ships take evasive action!" Carlyle roared, "Move, I want movement!"

"Aye aye sir!" The Signals Officer replied.

The anti-fighter corvettes largely avoided the missiles fired by the supposed Jedi pacifists. The missiles did however make their mark on the FIV Bold, which found its engines crippled by the torpedoes, but due to their smaller profile they avoided the larger scale missile dumps on them. There were varying amounts of damage among them, but the anti-fighter corvettes maintained their strength strength. The Halberd frigates were largely unscathed. Damage was taken by the artillery units, but the shields fortunately absorbed the Silver Jedi arms. Despite the bombardment, any fighters that would engage, would find themselves still facing impressive resistance, and the artllery ships were somewhat slowed. The diamond boron missiles were largely ineffective, the point defence munitions performed admirably in destroying the attempts to circumvent the missiles, along with the anti-missile octets.

The Malice shook from the shells hitting its shields. Carlyle was immediately roused, "What is happening?!" He barked, "Why aren't our shields holding?" He asked.

"Buzz droids sir," The Scanning Officer reported, "Our starboard side is littered with them."

Carlyle's eyes narrowed, it was a skillful gambit from an opponent, but a too larger, show of force. "Deploy the fighters," he commanded, the TIE Operations officer eyed the admiral.

"All of them sir?" The lieutenant asked.

"Yes," Carlyle replied, "I want the ships swept for these buzz droids. I will not have my ship torn apart by these monsters. Inferno squadron is to cleanse us of this threat, immediately."

"It's only a temporary measure," The Gunnery Officer reported, "At the rates they're firing sir, we'll be swarmed."

"We'll hold them as long as possible," Carlyle barked, "I'll-"

"Admiral," It was Scanning, once again, "Another fleet has jumped from lightspeed."

"Which fleet?" Carlyle asked, if it were yet another Alliance fleet, Carlyle was sure that he and his crew would be done for.

"It's ours sir, it's behind our pursuers, it's Battlegroup Grievous' rear destroyers sir," The officer reported.

"How fortuitous," The admiral wryly smiled, before returning to his cold, commanding demeanour. "Deploy all ships, have Major Daggett escort some fighters to engage the fleet behind us." He paused, "Tell Delta Picket to move its force," Carlyle added, "Harass the ships moving to reinforce the enemy we're headed to." He then eyed the approaching Alliance fleet, as if things weren't bad enough. He knew Jones' mission was essentially a suicide mission, but he needed the man to do his duty to ensure final victory.

H3xle · Apr 25, 2017

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

Nicolas went with the squib as he brought him to a red haired young man wearing a First Order helmet in a way that can only be described as jaunty. Nicolas couldn't help but smile.

"Hello Red Haired Fix It Guy, I am Dark and Fancy moving sword guy, though most just call me Nicolas." He said, offering a nod to the squib with a smile. He looked at the flashing lights, then narrowed his eyes on the screen showing an external view and nodded his chin at it. "I believe we are going to have company, I don't suppose you have gotten this ship powered up?" He looked around and chuckled to himself, despite the dark presences nearing them. "Does the ship still have engines even? We'll likely be defending the ship from boarders. Intel says the First Order has arrived in system, and they like to use gas. Do our Squib friends have protective equipment?" His manner of speaking was slower than typical for most people, yet very precise. As a habit, he reached down and patted his lightsabers. They were of very different designs, and one had a far longer backstory than the other, not that Bryce would know such out of hand. His eyes half lidded for a second as he felt out with the Force, his head tilting to the side. There were others on the ship, and they felt far different from the First Order. Almost familiar, but no one he knew directly. He assumed it was the SIS team, but he couldn't be sure. A moment of indecision culminated in a shrug. He'd not mention them to the red head. If they were the SIS team, he didn't want to rat them out to someone he didn't know. If they weren't, they at least felt less dark than the people coming up from beneath them.

Darth Carnifex · Apr 25, 2017

Location: Aboard the Crestfallen landing in Metrobig City
Objective: Corral the Graug and subjugate the blue dog people
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], & the FIRST ORDAH
Enemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] & the Alliance Dogs (Literally)
Equipment:

Bodies littered the streets, the fetid corpses of Yuuzhan Vong mingled alongside their previous furred victims as blood ran freely over the cobblestones. The few stragglers that remained opted to put up a valiant effort to stem his barbarity, but their efforts were in vain. Their weapons and armor were rendered useless by his specially crafted lightsabers which cut through everything they had with frightening ease, the power glands rendered useless. With an upward swing of his left blade he cleaved one of the remaining Vong in half from crotch to neck, and with a twirl of his right he first removed the hand of another Vong before stepping forward to pierce his heart.

The Yuuzhan Vong immediately outside of his reach turn and fled, and the Dark Lord was tempted to cook them alive with his power before they got too far. Luckily he didn't have to, by the time they rounded the far corner of the street they were immediately slain by a powerful blast which pulped their exposed soft flesh and sent their cadavers flying back to hit the nearest wall in an explosion of blood.

Carnifex advanced towards the bend in the road with the intent to move further into the city, but as he did so the individual who handily dispatched the fleeing Vong peeked out around the corner and let off a blast towards his person. The Dark Lord extended a hand to conjure a shimmering barrier of energy to protect himself, but even then the blast from the weapon was strong enough to cause the energy shield to momentarily strain under its impact. Whatever weapon it was sure did pack quite a wallop, he'd have to be careful with how he proceeded. But whomever fired the weapon didn't immediately move in to follow up, and as Carnifex reached out to sense whomever was attacking him he found nothing.

Curious.

Still, even though he could feel nothing there was a familiarity in the air. Most likely this was one of his old enemies come to settle the score between them, the real question was which one was it? He had amassed so many enemies over the years that it was hard to keep track of sometimes. "Hiding will do you no good. You only prolong the inevitable."

Kuzo · Apr 25, 2017

Location: Headed to Metro Big Blastport
Allies: FO
In Scene (albeit briefly): [member="Ashin Karrde"]
Persons of Interest: [member="Relit Vandal"]
Objective: Curiosity Killed the Cat

"Not my first war, no," she responded a little grimly. She'd been on Mustafar and Kaeshana. But those had been very different situations.

Her next move. She'd been unable to think of anything but ever since she'd learned of their presence here. She didn't have time for this, not with Gideon curling deeper and deeper. She should be on Maena, working, search for that cure.

But part of her already knew that was a lost cause. And that the clock was ticking.

Which meant that this might be her only chance to learn more about her mother and the dreams she'd had all through her childhood.

"Don't worry about me," she said, sounding a bit more assured than she actually felt. "I didn't come here because it was safe. You do what you must, and I'll do the same. Be careful, Ashin."

Readjusting the length of the straps and settling the pack more comfortably on her back, Irajah smiled at the taller woman. Offering a surprisingly cheerful salute, she headed off.

Where was she heading? She didn't know. But there was one direction that simply seemed to make sense, and she followed her gut. She kept to side streets as much as she could, spiraling slowly, picking based on instinct rather than conscious choice. Other than the occasional darting glimpse of a blue furred squib, the streets in this area were surprisingly empty. But the sounds echoed oddly across the city, and she knew all too well that was not the case not far from her.

But beneath it all, the silence and the not so distant sounds of war, something murmured, just too softly to decipher. Looking up at the edge of the large, dilapidated series of buildings the whispering had led her to, she swallowed before slipping into the shadows of a low door. Servos whined, the door chunking open in a slow, irregular gait. Glancing around behind her for a moment, Irajah breathed in deeply.

We are here.

And ducked into the hallways of the Blastport.

Progflaw99 · Apr 25, 2017

-- -- --

Skor II

Allies: [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Jacques"]

Enemies: (King of Skor II | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"])

-- -- --

Understanding the message which was relayed to him from the first to respond to his instruction - an unfamiliar presence but a welcome one as his eyes scanned the empty streets. The King. His primary objective he sneered as he ducked behind the wrecked hulk of a crashed speeder-van. Ahead, two forms - Squib. His HUD had gotten just a glance but it stood to reason that it had identified the creatures so quickly - this was Skor after all. He was thankful for his equipment, the enhanced abilities of his helmet allowing him to avoid the majority of prying eyes as he covertly made his way through the ruined buildings, narrow alleys, and wide thoroughfares. Even now he could see more drop pods descending from above as the First Order continued to deploy soldiers in an effort to restore order and hunt down the roaming packs of Graug and Vong.

He knew little of the Vong aside from that they were Force Dead - biotic armor and weaponry, nasty up close. The Graug however, he was familiar with. While never having faced one in battle, they were a more conventional force, brutal, large, strong - brutish creatures all told. They would be the easier of the two to eliminate should it come down to it. *Easy. It's never easy.* thought the Knight to himself. Castor waited for the two Squib to pass, his eyes scanning the open street once more as he moved from his temporary hiding place. Gently resting his hand on the scabbard of his weapon, he moved carefully through a small pile of rubble.

Having begun their journey a fair distance away from the last known location of the King of Squibs -- Castor smirked at that -- the trio had begun to track North East across Metrobig City, keeping to the shadows. As the second individual spoke, the Knight recognized the voice - it had been some time. Surprising, as if his memory served, Brennan Cabrol - a disciple, chose to hold his tongue more often than speak. A scowl rapidly appeared across Castor's concealed features. Killing, while entirely acceptable, was not particularly the best route to maintain their anonymity, though he supposed it must have been necessary. Despite their unfamiliarity, he trusted the judgement of the more reserved Disciple, perhaps reminiscent of himself at a similar stage.

*Motion. To the left.* The Knight's HUD picked up movement to his 10 O'clock. Quickly flicking to a thermal view he caught sight of a figure - human. Toggling back to his low light HUD, Castor knew after a moment that it was the first of his allies - he hadn't been lying about his lack of armament. It was a good thing Castor came prepared, some would say overly but he was never one to be caught unprepared. Reaching out to the mental connection with the others, he spoke firstly towards the disciple, venom laced in his non-verbal message.

<< You fool - do you seek to turn the Squib against us? We must make small footprints, small ripples not waves. Be sure you conceal the bodies - or better yet, eliminate them entirely. Should the Squib see us as a threat there is no doubt that we would be overrun. Instead, let us advance on our objective. To the North East, that is where we will find the King and we shall have our audience. Do not fall behind. >>

As they advanced ever closer, Castor noticed more Squib, small pockets of Graug in the shadows, roaming the streets - even the sight of a single Vong, tearing into a mass of blood and fur - no doubt one of the locals. They couldn't afford the distraction and so he continued on, hoping the others would form in his wake. They were beginning to approach their objective, the less bodies left in their wake, the better.

Trextan Voidstalker · Apr 25, 2017

Location: King’s residence, North East Metrobig
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Elmont Block"]
[member="Jacques"] [member="Castor Ren"]

Trextan tilted his head from side to side at the Jawa comparison. “I would probably say that a Jawa would rob you without a second thought. A squib would at least make you feel like you’ve done well whilst still robbing you blind in what they call a ‘negotiation’.”

Beequay scoffed. “Big Short Jedi Man needs brain to catch up with mouth. Not so fast you enter into a deal. Or just keep mouth shut and get a squib for haggling on your account.”

Trextan turned back to the squib as the airspeeder slowed up “You know for a diplomat you aren’t the most diplomatic.”

Again Beequay scoffed, as arrogant as any of his kind. “Diplomacy just ‘nother human word for barter.” He paused clearly trying to translate his thoughts into basic - he was a long way from the fluency of the King. “Being nice talkie good some day, but not the biggest thing.”

Trextan smiled, but his attention had returned to Choli. He was mindful of the fact that he had a fellow Justicar sat on one side of him and important squibs at the front of the speeder. But the girl had been in his mind so much in recent weeks. He’d agonised over her crash and how badly she had been injured. There had been restless nights imagining that she had died of her wounds and no one would tell him.

“I’m really glad to see you well,” he said with a smile, meeting her eyes briefly. There, he decided. That would get his thought across without crossing the line for the situation they were in.

They had reached the blockade at one end of the street from the King’s residence. A line of bollards blocked their path, GA soldiers and squib warriors defended a small pillbox. One of the squib tensor cannons was mounted there. Their driver was seemingly bargaining for entry and eventually produced some identification. Sometimes the locals could take a long time to get very little done. Even this far from the epicentre they were still on high alert, particularly with the King and several members of the Polyanarchy there.

There was something macabre about the bollards blocking the road, Trextan thought as they were lowered back into the ground to let them through. They were the husks for broken R-series droids that had been stripped out and filled with duracrete. Choli’s droid whistled as their domes vanished back beneath the road. Like most things on Skor II they had been fashioned from salvage. That was part of their deal with the Alliance. Even now there were two decommissioned Alliance cruisers on the outskirts of the city being broken down. The Alliance would get a fraction of the profits. Likely a smaller fraction of the real and unreported profits, but it was still better than leaving them to rust or carrying out expensive break down work themselves.

They headed through more guards into the King’s residences. An old building several stories high. “Keep your wits about you,” he murmured to Elmont and Choli.”

They were led to the main hall, Trextan having to duck through the low, narrow door with his robes brushing the floor. There were several squib having a heated discussion with two Alliance Majors. They waited to be seen in.

He turned to Choli and Elmont. “That’s King Adegabaydee with the light gray fur and crown. Abebaba: she mostly leads the community that live underground in the city. Teekaybebe with the brown fur and jacket full of pockets represents the salvage yards. Whambababba is the one shouted. His group run the spaceport and platform. Beequay he keeps going back into your language. What’s he saying?”

“Ooh. Whambababba not happy. Gas released on his platforms. Brother...oh dear…”

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