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Invasion The Eleventh Hour | BotM Invasion of NIO held Noris and Sharb



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Objective: Protect the space port, the Chiss, and the NIO.
Location: Noris Spaceport.
Enemies: the Maw and anyone associated with them.
Allies: The NIO, the Chiss, and fellow bounty hunters.
Tags: Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren

Equipment:


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So far, nothing was working. The walking tank was either blocking or absorbing every shot fired. The realization was sinking in that blaster fire would not kill this one. Furthermore, the growing anger was slamming into her in waves. Her Force Sense was warning her, warding her. This would truly be a challenge.

She lowered her rifle as the opponent stretched out his hand. Sensing danger, she flung the rifle over her back as an almighty crushing sound surrounded her like a stadium. Looking up, she saw that the wall behind her was crashing down. Did he do that with telepathy. Gritting her teeth, she extended her gauntlet and shot several precise explosives from her Warrior Vambrace, cutting some of the larger, dangerous boulders into rubble. Still one more was racing towards her. She opened her hand, using the Force to stop the boulder from hitting her. Sensing her target coming even close, Gwyn looked to her opponent and darted out front beneath the rock, letting it fall as she darted to his left.

She activated the plasma shield on her vambrace, aware that the opponents were only a couple steps apart from each other. Holding it in front of her like a proper buckler shield, she reached with her other hand and pulled out one of her M.I. Model 6 pistols from her hip. Switching the ammunition type to sonic, she held the pistol out, close to the vambrace shield, and fired a shot at his chest. All the time, she was light on her feet and agile, dancing just out of his lightsaber's reach. Even if he did get close, her plasma shield would be raised to block any attacks.

He wanted a fight? She would give him a war.
 

Anith Dorce

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S L A S H
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
SW OF FOB BELISARIUS | NORIS
ALLIES: DECEASED Remmel Karsh DECEASED Remmel Karsh | Ivan Sienar | Erin E-141 | Jack E-138 Jack E-138 | Hiran Avola Hiran Avola | Murraea Pharo | Cormac Thire | NIO | @whoeverelse (there's a lot of you)
ENEMIES: Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis | The Mongrel The Mongrel | Keilara Kala'myr Keilara Kala'myr | Khamul Kryze Khamul Kryze | Erion Justeene Erion Justeene | BOTM | @whoeverelse (seriously)
ENGAGING: Darth Saevius Darth Saevius
GEAR: Armour | Pistol | Rifle | Vibroblade | Vibroknife | Explosives loadout
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<"Slash, this is Callsign: Ember Three! Commander Greene when we meet face-to-face, and any help is appreciated; no matter the hold-up, no matter the troop strength.... We'll see ya when we see ya, Ember One ain't goin' nowhere anyway. Ember Three out!">

Relief washed over Ane for just a brief second. They weren't alone in this.
<Copy that, Sir. Slash out.> she replied before looking at Evans. "You heard the man, let's go. You also got the coordinates, yeah?" she asked him.
"Yeah." Danny answered. "Planning to split up or something?"
"Not planning to, no. But you never know, you know. Not with these freaks." Anith said and as if for emphasis, a few Moon Children tried to swarm the spear tip and the duo officers had to loose some rounds once more.

<Sarge, they're pressing at seven!> Velder's voice broke through the occasional thunder of blasterfire.
"Keep pushing forward, Danny." she said as she turned to head toward the back of the squad. <Yeah, coming, Velder.>
Sliding in next to the Private, the particle rifle was already yeeting Mawites into next month. Yet, plasma shots narrowly missed the two women. No cover was no cover, after all.
<Keep moving, Sixers. We got an appointment to keep.> The Chiss Sergeant ordered as she kept the three-round bursts of particle beams going, slowly starting to move again as she did so.

The squad kept moving, refusing to get bogged down again. The rifles never relented and it was slow going, but they were going and not stuck in a sticky situation.

Anith finally rejoined Evans at the front.
"How we looking?"
"Still like you were dragged through a Mudhorn den."
"Oh hardy fuckin' har, Danny-boy."
He snickered at her. "Gaining ground one step at a time. Roughly 300m of shooting out still."
"Let's push. I don't care if we run over the bastards. Hell, run them over with them cannons." she said in frustration.

They had reached a quieter area and were just about to pick up speed when a bone-chilling cry pierced through their marrow.

"HELP US!!"

Anith balked in her tracks. Looking at Evans, she didn't have to see his face to see that he had heard it too.
"The fuck?"
"Coming from that building. We got folk there?" she asked.
"Seems we do now. Lemme check it out with some oaks." he said as he started to move.
"No wait." Anith grabbed hold of his arm. "I'll take Davies and Gilead and check it out myself. You keep heading to that rendezvous. I have no idea where Lefty and the rest of the platoon is - last I heard, they were pinned down bad too, so talk to Greene. Get our troops into that FOB, Evans, and shoot the shit out of them feckers."
"Don't be silly, Ane..."
"We'll catch up. Don't worry. You and I will break a cold one before night's end." Anith said, briefly resting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing before trotting off to gather the two senior Privates to head out with her toward the building where the cries for help were coming from.

"We go in carefully. No knowing what we up against yet. For all we know, that squidface Tu'teggacha Tu'teggacha is laying out a trap for us. Scope it out first. I'll head in, draw attention, you two flank from the back, yes?" she briefed them as they went.
"Yes, ma'am." Jedrew Gilead said.
"Gotcha, Sarge." Erin Davies gave a two-finger salute before the two of them trotted off toward the back.

Kicking in the makeshift door that had replaced the automatic doors, Anith made sure to make a hooha out of the entry.
"Sergeant Slash of 15th Company! Call out! Where are you?!" she called, crimson eyes darting back and forth behind her visor, trying to catch any movement even before the HUD does.

It was eerily quiet all of a sudden.

She just hoped Evans kept moving like she told him to.


 

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Objective: Pick a fight, win at all costs!
Location: Noris, The NIO Trenchworks
Equipment: Lightsaber, Voidsaber
Allies: BOTM
Enemies: NIO
Tag: The Mongrel The Mongrel | Subject 54 Havoc Subject 54 Havoc | Romund Sro Romund Sro | Darth Kalyptos Darth Kalyptos | Darth Ptolemis Darth Ptolemis | Khamul Kryze Khamul Kryze | Electra-12 Electra-12 | Keilara Kala'myr Keilara Kala'myr
Engaging: Murraea Pharo


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Superious smirked with glee as he was finally noticed, he was inside the trenchworks and only now the Imps are doing something. The hulking corpse blocked some of the escape routes, all in the name of war and the Ubese was on the right side of it. The dark must engulf the region and its teachings spread. Noris was one of many steppingstones. The Maw were the tweezers and will pull the splinters free, no matter how much they will hurt, he had no qualms in pulling and pushing them in further whichever suits the cause.

But the horizon is still a long way, and he needs to fight to reach it, so that means combat with an Imp. Superious was wary, this one may have Crushgaunts, so he needs to carefully consider where he leaves his arms, lest more damage occurs again, Superious learns from his mistakes. The rain hissed as it hit his blade, releasing steam adding to the tension.

After a tense few seconds, the fight began with a blaster volley, aimed directly at him, thinking fast and with instantaneous prompting from the force, Superious countered the shots with decisive movements of his Saber. The mud kicked up as he made his move, swinging his Saber in an arc not quite aiming to kill, it will be a pointless duel if it was quick. Quick fights bore him, and it was more entertaining if it was drawn out and the bonus would be getting a rise out of his opponents.

The smaller space allowed gouges to be made as Superious pressed forward, hoping to put Murraea Pharo into a strictly defensive mode. Still, there is a chance that the course of the duel will change at any point and the mud is also a hazard to watch out for.
 

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Location: Noris
Objective: Woken Furies
Tags: Electra-12 Electra-12 ~ Anyone who wants a bombing run
Ship: TIE/HB Bruiser

Flight: x2 TIE/HB Bruiser

As the two bombers limped their way back to base Jalter watched on his radar as two friendly TIE Outlanders disappeared completely. "Stang, Gamble 4 and Gamble 5 are off radar." he said before quickly recalibrating his radar to see if it was a software issue. "Anti-air?" he heard Crater say over the comm channel. Jalter quickly replied. "Nope, too high up. Not an error with the droid brain either." he said. There was only one other threat out there and the bane to any bomber squadron. "Looks like we got bandits in the air." he said before quickly rerouting some of the power from his engines to his shields, boosting them up to 75%. "Get back to base, I'll see if I can hold them off."

"You sure sir? Bruiser's ain't exactly acrobats."

"You've seen me fly, should be a piece of cake." Jalter responded in wishful thinking. "And it seems..." he said, making sure he was reading the radar right. "It's only one starfighter." Not that it was any reassurance, whatever it was, it was flying fast. "I'll try and draw it into friendly AA fire, you just focus on landing your bomber." he said before punching his throttle forward and towards Electra-12 Electra-12 's starfighter.

As the TIE bruiser slowly increased momentum like a freight train Jalter turned to his ordnance control, loading his concussion missiles. This would be the first time He would face of against a Maw pilot, and the Bomber ace was eager to see what he was up against, perhaps even jeopardizing his own chances of survival in the battle. But he didn't think about that, he was focused on the ordnance controls, watching the distance until he was in range close down rapidly. His left hand sat on the firing mechanism and he waited as the distance got smaller, and smaller and smaller.
 
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ROTGUT WARBAND
5x Troop Carrying LuchsHai's [x] | 2x Anti-Air LuchsHai's | 4x Mongrel's Howl LuchsHai's | 1x Sluggah [x]
3.5 from Primus Spaceport
Karissa Saitel | Cormac Thire

"Station! Back to your stations you cackhanded deck apes!" Rotgut screamed, "You fucking wastes of air!" Ignatius clambered back to his post. His ears were totally strung out, ringing intensely. But beyond that, he felt alright. He could tell from the blood pouring from some of his cohorts, some had been too dumb to take his advice. Absolute pillocks and morons. Ignatius' cut and bruised hands steeled his delicate form back to the console. He began to key in the ignition sequence, digits stinging as he clenched the levers, and began to wrestle them down. The engine began to gurgle to life, thick black plumes billowing from the rear as the motor struggled to life. "Come on Igg-ayy! We 'ave blood to spill!"

Ignatius grunted and gave a nod in acknowledgement, before it finally roared to life. The barge barked an almighty cheer, as Ignatius pressed on the accelerator and sent the barge hurtling toward the spaceport. The gargantuan, hideous, patchwork barge lead the way with the whoops and cheers of the Auxiliary members aboard. Ignatius pressed the vessel to its limits. He now, for the first time in a very long time, felt control. He wasn't just some wastrel now. He was apart of this assault. And its efficacy and success rested on how fast this piece of work could slam into the enemy.

As the barge and its escorting flotilla drew closer, blaster bolts began to be fired from the mounted guns. Not with any real accuracy, but enough to force the enemy to huddle in cover. Aimed to keep the stormtroopers in the trenches and streets of Primus, back. And cowering against the force. Auxiliaries rushed up on the deck, armed with their makeshift and scavenged weapons. The larger, tougher members having stolen dozens of Chiss masers, while the poorest and most junior soldiers were trapped with little more than spears and Thundahvelins. The cheers of the Auxiliary only drew louder and louder as they closed in. A sense of anticipation drew adrenaline into the bloodstream. Amping every and all up. Even from klicks away, the sound was raucous.

Ignatius began to steel his grip, blood staining the rusted wheel, as he did internal calculations. One klick. Two klicks. Three... Three and a half... He could feel it coming up. The inevitability. He'd aimed the barge right at the centre of what looked like some defences. The barge flew over the trenches, and slammed into the ruins of what once may have been a terminal. It was indescribable, given how charred the stone and duracrete were. Cries came out along the barge, as some sought to brace themselves.

There was a pause.

And then impact, as duracrete crumbled beneath the barge. Some Auxiliaries, whose grip failed flung off the barge. While others began to immediately slide down, and into the ruins of primus. Those LuchsHai speeders behind began to pace the perimeter, opening heavy fire at any and all stormtroopers they could find, as the murderous horde sought devastation and havoc.

The Auxiliary, had arrived.
 

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Private Gavyn Berand
New Imperial Order
117th Stormtrooper Division
29th Company
South of FOB Belisarius, Noris
Allies: NIO | DECEASED Remmel Karsh DECEASED Remmel Karsh | Murraea Pharo | Ivan Sienar | Morrow | Jalter Volff Jalter Volff | Kinoan Kinoan | TK-8867 TK-8867 | Anith Dorce | Frajan Borjar | Greven Astor Greven Astor | Aerys Myrrine | Others
Enemies: Maw | The Mongrel The Mongrel | Keilara Kala'myr Keilara Kala'myr | Subject 54 Havoc Subject 54 Havoc | Erion Justeene Erion Justeene | Romund Sro Romund Sro | Darth Kalyptos Darth Kalyptos | Darth Ptolemis Darth Ptolemis | Khamul Kryze Khamul Kryze | Electra-12 Electra-12 | Darth Saevius Darth Saevius | Others
Engaging: Mawites, open to opposition​

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Gavyn's lungs burned as he lugged Maro across the battlefield, making one mad dash after another between foxholes, rubble, downed walkers, anything that could provide cover. His boots slipped in the mud more than once as he scrambled back, but he managed to maintain his footing, one of a number of small miracles. The connecting trench to the rear had been just too far, too insecure to make his way there; and so here he was, hauling his buddy through a relentless hail of blaster bolts and concussion rounds, disruptor fire and rockets, coming from in front of him as well as behind him. The men of the reserve trench continued to lay down covering fire, throwing everything they had at the Mawites to allow as many as possible to fall back to a more defensible position.

He made his next move, dashing for a fallen Imperial walker. As he rounded its corner a concussion blast landed nearby. The shockwave knocked him off his feet, sending him and his wounded companion tumbling into the mud. Their forward momentum carried them behind the twisted metal wreckage, affording them precious cover from further enemy fire. Gavyn scrambled over to Maro; the wounded man clutched the gruesome blaster wound on his side, groaning. Gavyn pulled him back and leaned him against the walker. "Just hold on buddy, I'm gonna get you outta here," he reassured Maro. He poked his head around the edge of the walker husk, only to be met with a flurry of blaster fire scoring its armor near his head. He ducked back down. The Tarars and their shield-generating walking tank were close, much closer than he would have liked. He wasn't going to be able to just run at this point. They were stuck.

"You gotta go, Berand. Give me a rifle and get to the rear." Maro's voice was weak and filled with pain, his breathing ragged. Gavyn ignored him; his eyes darted around beneath his helmet, desperately searching for something to get him out of this. Close by he saw the corpse of another trooper face down in the mud, limbs contorted at awkward angles. Next to him lay a disruptor rifle and a belt with pouches full of magazines for the weapon. That might work, he thought as he scrambled over to it on all fours. He slung his own service rifle on his back one more and grabbed the disruptor, checking the power cells in the magazine. Good to go.

He crawled back to Maro. Gavyn rested a hand on Maro's shoulder and pressed his helmet against the other man's. The plastoid clacked slightly as the faceplates made contact. "Just stay down, we'll get outta here."

Maro continued to protest, but Gavyn turned away. <"Private Berand to 1-3, do you copy? Sergeant, you there? I'm in a pretty tricky spot but I've got an idea.">

Horne's voice came in reply, slightly distorted but still understandable. <"1-3, go ahead.">

<"Maro's wounded, I've got him with me. Marauders bearing down directly on me, can't really move from here. I'm gonna wait 'til they come close enough I'm in the shield, then get the big one in the middle. Once that shield goes down you light these fuckers up and we can move back.">

It wasn't much of a plan, if Gavyn were honest with himself. He wasn't sure how likely he was he'd even succeed, let alone survive and make it to the rear line. There was a pause, then Horne's voice came through again. It was level, but something about it betrayed the fact that he didn't have much faith in it working either. <"Roger that, we'll watch for it to go down. Good luck, kid.">

Now all there was to do was wait for the Scav King to get close enough. He flipped a switch on the disruptor, setting it to alternate fire mode. Then he got low and still, waiting for the marauders to get close. He'd only have one shot to do this. If he missed he'd be blown apart then and there. Explosions continued to rock the battlefield, blaster fire filling the air around and above him. Soon enough the Mawite squad shield passed over him. They came into view, a power armor-clad Mawite with a battleframe surrounded by a number of tribesman in dirty leather armor, all advanced steadily across the battlefield. On the battleframe Gavyn could see what appeared to be ammunition storage for an attached rocket launcher. That was what he'd have to hit.

Ten meters distance. One shot.

Gavyn rose to one knee and shouldered the rifle. He took aim and fired. The bolt jumped from the barrel, flew through the narrow gap between two tribesmen, and connected with the explosives, punching through them, the marauder's armor, his body, and out the other side. The rockets detonated; a massive fireball engulfed much of the Mawite squad; the Scav King himself was blown apart, armor and flesh flung in all directions. Gavyn was caught at the edge of the blast as well; the shockwave sent him flying back. He landed on his back, hard, forcing the air from his lungs. The stormtrooper armor he was so proud to wear absorbed much of the impact, but he still felt the pain of the blast. His whole body ached like it never had before.

He lay there for a moment, breathing heavily, gathering his strength, staring back up at the sky once more. Even with all the chaos unfolding up there, he figured there were worse views to have.

 
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Location: Imperial Trenchline
Allies: Skorge the Bloodied Skorge the Bloodied ; Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren
Enemies: NIO | FN-999 | Melvain Braxis Melvain Braxis (?)
Equipment: Apostles Vestments; The Dark Sacraments

The Rocketry that had roared overhead had distracted Kol momentarily. He bent the will of a pair of Troopers and sent them to attack the Imperial Knights Melvain Braxis Melvain Braxis and the Lord Commander with him. Disappointing that Kol hadn't been able to focus on them solely due to the interruption, he may have missed what happened when the power of the flamethrower one of the Troopers was wielding was unleashed on the two of them.

Kol had started to refocus too and then an explosion ripped through the area around him. In No Mans Land he was relatively safe from the collapsing trenchline but the explosion and subsequent devastation still unseated him and threw him backwards. He'd land somewhere on the earth with a grown while rolling onto his stomach the only saving grace beign that he was completely obscured by the dust and debris.

How many had survived? Did the explosion catch the Imperial Knights as well? It was impossible for him to know. Doubtless high casualties were inflicted on the 'Moon Children', Mauraders and Acolytes that had been attacking the trenchworks. Anyone in the actual trench system was likely buried beneath the rubble and dirt.

There was a sound of footsteps that caused Kol to turn his head. A figure, unseen save for the brief appearance of its silhouette ran by him. Narrowing his eyes the Dark Apostle rose to a knee and waited while flexing his hands over the 'Dark Sacraments' again. Another unseen presence was heard passing him by in the debris again and then another shortly after that.

Out of the dust and debris that covered No Mans Land came a Marauder, one arm torn off by either the explosion or combat but the man, mad with lust for battle charged the secondary trenchline howling unintelligibly. He was the first to have passed Kol then behind him others came, Marauders and 'Moon Children' as they breached the dense cover of the debris. The Battle-cry sounded, carried of the din of combat as they charged forward again despite losses and casualties in the trenches. At least they had the advantage of being able to run over the collapsed trenchline now, the dirt and the dead acting as a bulwark for them to charge across at their enemy.

As for Kol, he was quite willing to let the chaff rush ahead while he regained his footing. The Dark Apostle looked for that pair of Imperial Knights as well as any Troopers that hadn't evacuated to the remaining trenchline in time...

  • Tried to keep this post generalized so that we didn't lose momentum but Melvain can jump in if he's able.

 

Murraea Pharo

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1006th Stormtrooper Legion
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N O D O M I N I O N
"Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion."

Allies - Cormac Thire | Ivan Sienar | Erin E-141 | Jack E-138 Jack E-138 | Hiran Avola Hiran Avola

Engaging - Erion Justeene Erion Justeene


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Taking in the battlefield in a seconds notice is one of the first things a soldier is trained to do. The entire basis of military combat training is to break down your panic time, moment by moment. You are thrown through live fire exercises, broken down by drill sergeants, and exposed to every stressor the state can afford to throw at you. For the average person, the panic response when faced with a life threatening situation can be utterly debilitating and leave someone struggling to find a direction and cause for minutes on end. For a trained commander of the 1006th stormtrooper legion, that response had been whittled down to nearly half a second.

The Sith was coming at him with an aggressive fury, something he was expecting from a Mawite, however, the flashing of a saber inches from your flesh, even with the layers of betaplast between you and the blade, isn’t anything any simulation can prepare you for. The golden bolts of his blaster pistol were batted aside like childs play, bubbling the mud into quick boil wherever they landed. The Sith was upon him not a second after. The blade came raging at the soldier like a reaper.

On instinct, the jetpack on the back of the commander’s armor kicked into gear and skittered him backwards, just enough to put some distance between the pair. When his feet made landfall again, skittering through the mud and sending him sliding for a few inches, causing him to shift and nearly fall from his stance, he knew this wouldn’t be a proper fight.

Think, Murraea.

A pistol against a saber?

He didn’t like those odds. He choked his grip on the pistol slightly, holding the weapon closer to his side, almost like a street fighter would handle a knife.

“<Alright, Cloak. Let me show you how a Togruta dies.>”


 
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Location: Noris, outskirts of Fortification Belisarius
Allies: Keilara Kala'myr Keilara Kala'myr | Subject 54 Havoc Subject 54 Havoc | Erion Justeene Erion Justeene | Romund Sro Romund Sro
Darth Kalyptos Darth Kalyptos | Darth Ptolemis Darth Ptolemis | Khamul Kryze Khamul Kryze | Electra-12 Electra-12 | Darth Saevius Darth Saevius
Foes: DECEASED Remmel Karsh DECEASED Remmel Karsh | Murraea Pharo | Ivan Sienar | Morrow | Jalter Volff Jalter Volff | Mav Ryburn Mav Ryburn | Kinoan Kinoan
TK-8867 TK-8867 | Anith Dorce | Frajan Borjar | Gavyn Berand Gavyn Berand | Greven Astor Greven Astor | Aerys Myrrine
Enemy Commander: Lord General Robert Dris ( Melvain Braxis Melvain Braxis )

  • The Scav Kings deploy signal jammers so that the NIO trenches cannot be remotely detonated
  • The Scav Kings and Tarar begin taking over the vacated NIO forward defenses as the NIO troops fall back
  • The jammers interrupt Mawite comms as well, forcing the Scav Kings to command independently
    • Some momentum is lost as the advance becomes piecemeal and uncoordinated
  • The Mongrel grapples with his multiple personalities


Weaken, then shatter. It was a traditional principle of warfare when facing an entrenched enemy position, and one that The Mongrel had been given ample opportunities to explore. The Brotherhood was waging war on the entire galaxy, and its great crusade out of the Unknown Regions set it on a crash course with the established civilizations of Known Space. Every one of those governments had defenses in play, methods of keeping the ravening hordes from instantly overrunning them. By the time of the Battle of Noris, the Maw had besieged many.

The trick, The Mongrel had learned, was to keep a balance of forces - and to know when to use each one. At Noris, this balance had been wielded to perfection. The enemy had been distracted and overwhelmed with expendable fodder, softened up with artillery, and surprised with a sudden shock troop attack; now the strong core of the Brotherhood forces was moving up, exploiting the chaos they had sown, consolidating their gains. The hammer had fallen on the foe. Now the anvil was grinding into position, leaving the enemy nowhere to go.

As the NIO's forward units fell back to the reserve trench, the Tarar warbands - and their Scav King anchors, moving among them like living saints surrounded by a mass of frenzied disciples - swiftly occupied the defenses their foes had vacated. They'd learned a thing or two since Csilla, though, when their enemies had detonated their trenches the moment they had withdrawn from them. The Scav Kings had built jammers into their battleframes, each of them projecting a bubble in which no remote detonation signal could reach nearby explosives.

They couldn't stop the mines from blowing, of course...

... and that did take its toll on the Mawite advance.

Further, the jammers had a major disadvantage: jamming a wide spectrum of signals to ensure that both enemy comms and any potential detonation signals were prevented, they also blocked all Mawite communications between the command post and the front. So as the squads moved up, each was an island, the Scav Kings commanding the individual Tarar warbands like independent generals rather than as elements of a cohesive, centrally coordinated line. They were all hardened veterans, accustomed to the rigors of field command...

... but inevitably their line was not without gaps.

As the warbands moved up, they ran into the Imperial fighting withdrawal. The Tarar hosed down trenches with plasma bursts and lightning guns. Scav Kings licked at the heels of retreating stormtroopers with flamerthrowers and heavy repeaters, or opened up on Imperial walkers with missile launchers and concussion rifles. As some warbands got bogged down in conflict, encountering a dug-in squad or enemy vehicle, others continued their sweeping advance, hitting resistance much further along. Still others were wiped out to the last.

Even the mighty Scav Kings were not invincible.

The end result: the takeover of the NIO trenches was highly piecemeal. Although the defenses could not easily be detonated and denied to the Maw, the strong fighting withdrawal by Imperial forces - and the lack of easy coordination among the bloodthirsty Brotherhood warriors - bought time for the bulk of their surviving forces to fall back to the rear defensive line. Without a cohesive advance, the Mawites cleared the front fortifications slowly, and dug in even slower. They were losing momentum far short of the city they hoped to burn.

It as the sort of situation that needed a frontline commander...

... but The Mongrel was in no state to act as one.

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I don't think our recovery and healing depends on us whether we want to or not, Keilara told him. All I can do is delay yours so that it doesn't happen now. Kallan let out a sad little laugh at that. His mind was bursting free of the durasteel bonds the Taskmaster had placed around it, healing from the scars of the torture and reprogramming he had been subjected to... and that was a bad thing, because if it ever finished, he would be discovered and put to death. That or put back into the endless nightmare he had been living, which was worse.

~ What strange lives we have, you and I, ~ he replied, holding her gently. The world swam around him, the battlefield and the garden overlapping in his flickering vision. She let him lean on her, got him on his feet, helped him into the house - no, the tent. Both? It was hard to tell, hard to keep them separate. She told him she could hide all this from the Taskmaster, that she would kill the Ebruchi if she had to. She told him she wanted to be with him, a family, away from all this. Somewhere safe, beyond the bloodshed, to grow old together.

It broke his heart, because she should not love him.

He was the reason she was broken.

I think you have to decide who you want to be, she told him, and he knew she was right. He couldn't keep containing all of these people in his mind, all of these memories and frameworks of thought. He was no telepath, no mystic with sensitivity to the Force; this was too much for his brain to handle, and he was coming apart under the weight of it all. But how could he decide? If he became fully Kallan, if he cast out the monster that had been built into him, he would be discovered. Kallan was no warrior. He and Keilara would surely die.

But now that he could feel empathy and love again...

... could he go back to being The Mongrel?

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Deep in their joined minds, Kallan and Ziare touched... and for the first time, she recognized him for who he was. She stepped back from him, fear in her eyes, and his heart broke all over again. This was the person he had become, the person the Brotherhood had twisted him into. He had always told himself there had been no choice, but perhaps that was an excuse. Perhaps the brave thing to do would have been to die, to give in and pass from the galaxy, rather than letting the Maw forge him into a heartless, blood-soaked weapon.

He didn't know what to say to her.

She spoke instead.

She told him she was sorry. Sorry for what had been done to him, for all that he'd been through. She told him that she forgave him, that it wasn't his fault. And as her words came spilling out, he felt grief and guilt and regret and self-loathing bubble up in him, so strong he nearly fell to his knees. ~ Don't forgive me, ~ he told her, eyes full of tears. ~ I don't deserve it. I was weak. I gave in. I let them use me to continue the cycle, to keep hurting others the way they hurt me. ~ He looked up at her, shaking, his gaze full of remorse.

~ I wish I could undo all of this. ~

~ I wish I could set you free. ~


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Free. What would freedom look like for them? The Mongrel, the notorious monster who had burned a score of worlds, could not just walk away from the Maw. No hulking, bloodstained cyborg could settle down and grow old on some peaceful farm. And the part of him that was still The Mongrel, warlord of the Brotherhood, did not want to leave. If he gave up now, if he turned his back on his dark gods, then all the suffering and killing would have been for nothing. He had to gain his martyrdom, to earn his way to paradise, or it was all meaningless.

But Kallan? Kallan wanted out. Wanted release.

Wanted the life Keilara had described.

Mercy was keeping up the illusion that they were discussing strategy, pointing out points of attack on the city that the Brotherhood sought to claim. She was always protecting him, keeping him safe... and yet she was also the reason he was coming apart, remembering the buried parts of himself. It was the paradox of their relationship, this impossible bond between damaged, fragmented people. Concentrate, she told him. Don't let everything fall apart now. He tried, tried with all his might... and with her help, he held onto lucidity. For now.

~ They can't coexist, ~ he told her, realizing the truth. ~ Kallan and The Mongrel. They can't stay in the same mind. Kallan makes The Mongrel soft, too kind and compassionate to serve the Maw. The Mongrel makes Kallan sick, traps him and crushes him down, makes him want to die. ~ He knew what needed to happen... but he didn't know if it was possible, if even Mercy could do it for him. ~ He has to come out. Kallan. His memories, his personality, his consciousness. They have to come out of this body, this brain. ~

~ It's the only way he can be free, with you. ~


It was what they both wanted. The Mongrel, the monster, wanted his body back, cleansed of the weakness of an old self he had discarded long ago. And Kallan? Kallan needed to escape. He wanted to go with Keilara, or Ziare, or Mercy, or all three; he wanted to find a place to live that quiet life she'd told him about, to grow old together, away from all this bloodshed. But could they be separated? Could one of them exist without the other? Could Mercy use her telepathic gifts to pull them apart, to carry Kallan with her in her mind?

He didn't know... but it was the only way he could see to go on.

If he didn't separate them, or kill one of them, he would die.
 

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Allies: FN-999
Enemies: Rannan Kol Rannan Kol
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Treachery



The Trooper's betrayal had caught both Melvain and Ondarr off guard. Melvain weaved his lightsaber through them, attacking to disable or maim rather than kill when he could. Something tickled his own mind as well though, something that he had been warned about. The Thrill. It roiled within him, begged him to let it loose so that it could revel in the heat of battle. But the Thrill was a one-way ticket to the Dark Side. Once a Knight gave in to the Thrill and began enjoying the death and the carnage, well, they weren't really a Knight anymore were they? Creatures of passion, they would go on to further be corrupted by the Dark Side. It made him appreciate ancient Jedi writings of eschewing all emotion, it would surely make keeping the peace of the Galaxy easier if one could not even be touched by the sweet nectar of Passion.

"What's happened to them?" Melvain shouted over the roar of blaster fire coming their way. Was this how the Sith felt during Kyber Dark?

"That one," Ondarr said. He didn't point, he couldn't with how furiously he moved his blade to defend and attack. Ondarr did not seem to have the same qualms about killing Stormtroopers, his white blade slicing through them with the same cold brutality that Ondarr had turned on the Moon Children. Melvain knew who he meant though. They had caught a glimpse of him further out in the battlefield.

"What are we going to-" An explosion cut off his word and rocked the battlefield. Dust and debris rushed towards them, blanketing the battlefield around them. Melvain cursed and shielded his eyes. What had just happened?

"Knight Commander Ondarr?" Melvain shouted, swiping his hand and clearing away the debris cloud. He was gone. No, not gone. In the distance, he could see Ondarr making a determined push towards an objective, the direction of the Wrongness that permeated the battlefield.

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Ondarr walked from the dust cloud that had rushed over the trenches and no-man's land, the grit parting before him as if he had swept it away with the Force. There was determination in his fierce grey eyes as he glared at Rannan Kol Rannan Kol , his lightsaber swinging absently as Moon Children and other maw miscreants passed him.

"I think its time you released the minds of my men," he said cooly before descending on the Dark Jedi.
 
Ziare Dyarron | Keilara Kala'myr (Mercy)
COMPNOR (ISB) Junior Agent | Nite agent | Marauder and Agent of the Maw, Mongrel's advisor
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Objective: Doing her job and follow the warlord's commands.
Location: Landing zone, surface, Noris
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Assault Rifle | 2x Sunfury Pistol | Light Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger | 2x Riftblades || Cloaking Device | 5x ASBF Probe Droid || OPBC-01m
Writing With: The Mongrel The Mongrel
Allies: Subject 54 Havoc Subject 54 Havoc | Erion Justeene Erion Justeene | Romund Sro Romund Sro | Darth Kalyptos Darth Kalyptos | Darth Ptolemis Darth Ptolemis | Khamul Kryze Khamul Kryze | Electra-12 Electra-12 | Open
Enemies: Melvain Braxis Melvain Braxis | DECEASED Remmel Karsh DECEASED Remmel Karsh | Murraea Pharo | Ivan Sienar | Morrow | Jalter Volff Jalter Volff | Mav Ryburn Mav Ryburn | TK-8867 TK-8867 | Anith Dorce | Frajan Borjar | Gavyn Berand Gavyn Berand | Greven Astor Greven Astor | Open
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[ Never Meant To Belong ]
"Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
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  • Everywhere her heart breaks and due to the request of Mongrel / Kallan, she collapses.

~ Home/Consciousness; Mind Palace ~ | Kallan and Keilara ( The Mongrel The Mongrel )
~ But at least we have a life together, even if it’s weird and strange! ~ I breathed and tried to smile.

And that mattered; and the condition in which he was, broke my heart. He had to make the decision. Not only did I love him, but I respected him in every way. As a soldier, as a man, as my partner. That's why I wasn't influenced him, this is why I never tried to manipulate him. When we were inside, he didn't answer as if he was thinking. And I maintained the defensive walls in all three places so that he would not collapse. Don't fall apart. I didn't care if he was weak, that's what made him human again.

Not only Kallan did need someone to take care of him, but as Mongrel. The burden placed on his soul was too great. But they didn't care of it. They never cared. No one cares how long we stay alive here, there will be someone to take our place anyway. Maybe that's why I didn't want to let go. He was important, not just an expendable thing. That's why I wanted to take care of him. From the moment I belonged to him, I woke up deep in Ziare’s mind.

I hugged him and held him close. I didn’t say anything, I let him think, considering what I told him. I didn’t know what he was going to choose, just that I would stay by his side. As a partner or servant. It doesn't matter as long as I can be by his side. That was all that was important at the moment. However, I felt when Kallan became separate, he was no longer with Mongrel, they were already separate. I didn’t know if they could merge again like what was going to happen to me.

I just embraced him in silence, comforted him. I wanted to say that everything would be fine, but I was unable to speak…

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~ Basement/Subconscious; Mind Palace ~ | Kallan and Ziare ( The Mongrel The Mongrel )
I was still sobbing as he looked at me with guilt, it didn’t help. I felt sorry for him, I felt infinitely sorry for him. He didn't deserve this. I knew what he had been through. But the Maw didn't do it to me, my family did it to me. We were the same, to survive this was the reason, why and how birth Mercy and Mongrel. And I think they felt the same way about each other as Kallan and I did. It didn’t hurt that they did this to me, but that someone else had to suffer the same thing all along.

~ I'm not here because of you… it's my fault. My own weakness. With me… with me my family did what Maw did to you. I closed my pain, my anger, my hatred in my mind. That's how Mercy became. Because I was weak to bear what they were doing to me. What my family or my brother's friends did to me... ~

Then Omni. They took everything from me, my childhood, my body, everything. And yet, if Mongrel didn’t capture me then, Mercy wouldn’t be released, Freedom, the Omni drone consciousness would still be here. If that doesn't happen, I would have never known him, Kallan. The first person to be nice and kind to me.

~ Don’t apologise… if that doesn’t happen… I will never get to know you. You are the best thing in my life. The first person to treat me like a living being... like a woman, you were the first who cared about me. I let it too, from the moment I was able to walk as a toddler. They have been tortured me ever since, and I have learned to flee into my mind, I have locked away the pain, the anger, the torment… I locked down Mercy like a beast. I tore myself apart to stay alive. You didn't do anything else. If you hate yourself, hate me too, Kallan. They did this, blame them, not us, not your fault… ~ I said, still crying.

I stepped closer, though I was embarrassed.

~ They grabbed your fear, your anger, magnified it, and created the Mongrel to serve them. He was enslaved… I feel sorry for him too. That's not what you deserved, not even the Mongrel. No one could be treated like that. He and you are not the monster, you both have never been, only those who did it to you… forgive me, forgive me for I almost killed you on Carlac. ~ I sobbed.

I stepped even closer, if he let me, I hugged him, cuddled to him, propped my face against his chest, then continued to sob and my body shook several times due to the sob.

~ I'm glad you're here and I don't have to be alone. I'm afraid... I'm afraid Kallan! I'm afraid you'll disappear again and I won't see you again… ~ I continued to sob.

I hugged and embraced him as if I would disappear forever if I let him go…

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~ Reality; Noris' surface ~ | Mongrel and Mercy ( The Mongrel The Mongrel )
As he "uttered" what he was thinking, what he believed in what was going on, what was the situation, I looked at him annihilated. I think a part of me has died at this moment. I didn't want to accept it. They were the same person, they complemented each other. I saw Kallan in Mongrel and Mongrel in Kallan. They were one. After all, he cared about me as the Mongrel, even before my telepathic power was revealed. But I wouldn’t have been able to watch the deaths of both of them all the way through or lose them. I didn't want to lose any of them!

My heart was broken at the sound of his words. I didn’t need words, even a few shreds of thought were enough for me to know what he wanted me to know what he was thinking, I knew him too well by now.

~ I think I can do what you think. But I can't leave you here, neither he nor you. I love you both. I know what you want and it breaks my heart. Because that's not what you want, it's them. The wretched chains that bind you to them… ~ my voice trembled.

If it weren’t the chains, if he could decide without them, he would succeed.

~ And you ask me to kill the man I love and to achieve to maybe you forget me… because even without Kallan you were able to feel for me and it was not just desire, not just longing. Not just selfishness, not just to serve your desires! ~ I think I've been shouting, crying.

I wanted to go there to him, I wanted to step in there and hit his armour with both hands as I wanted to yell at him. I couldn’t, I never felt so lost. Not even when Ziare was chained to the wall in prison for days, alone.

~ Should I tear myself apart too so I can be with both of you?! Because I am not one yet… and Mercy loves Mongrel, Ziare Kallan… I am halfway through who I think I will be Keilara again… and I love both of you. Should I tear myself apart to Ziare and Mercy again?~ I asked bitterly.

I was glad the armour was on because I was already sobbing loudly. I was shaken, it was already visible. Feth!

~ If that’s what you really want… I’ll need a small piece of your brain, or a part of your old body. To make a clone, into which Kallan's consciousness can move, and you need to give me this as an order to do so… ~ I never said no to him, now all my pieces were screaming to say no.

But I may lose both of them if he gets hurt or dies, or it turns out and they'll both die.

~ Will you allow me to stay with you afterwards to continue to take care of you until you reach martyrdom? Or do you want to send me to be with Kallan? And you don't want me to see what you're going to do? ~ I asked him hoarsely. ~ If you are left alone in your mind, you still need someone to take care of you who loves you… ~

In reality, I got stuck while I was still talking about the war, maintaining the appearance. My voice would have betrayed me; I had to lean on the holo table. I don’t know how long my leg will hold me, how long I can stay standing.

~ Just because you can’t exclude me from your life, not even as a Mongrel either… my place in all of my personalities is on your side no matter who you are Mongrel or Kallan… I love you in every way… in every way... I love you... ~

I fell to my knees as I lowered my head as well, looking at the ground, destroyed and tears flowed down my face…

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FATE OF THE CHISS (PART. II)
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THE ELEVENTH HOUR
OPPOSING | BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW
PINGS | DECEASED Remmel Karsh DECEASED Remmel Karsh Mattali Omenza Mattali Omenza

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IMPERIAL STORMTROOPER CORPS
IMPERIAL VANGUARD
| EMPIRE OF THE HAND
117TH DIVISION 'THE INVINCIBLE' | TASK FORCE 'NERN'

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<EQUIPMENT: 'STORM' UNIVERSAL COMBAT PLATFORM MK. V — AP-25I 'SIMP' PARTICLE-BEAM BLASTER — SFR-58 'BOZDUGAN' BLASTER RIFLE>
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<CODE NAME:
NERN-ACTUAL>
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<BEING CHISS: LAST HOUR, FINAL ACT -- PROLOGUE>
Here come their last hours. After the last days of the 117th Division, just a few hours remains for the stormtroopers, settled on Noris to defend Chiss Space for the last time. Armed to the teeth, the soldiers won’t give up, even in the worst situations. For them, Noris is like a second home. Emperor Fel gave them a mission: to protect the Chiss. They won’t let the planet to the Maw. Faceless, fateless, the troopers fight for their lives, for their brothers and sisters, involved in this war.

The Ascendancy is everything but able to protect its home; the Empire is caught in the middle of two wars; the Brotherhood brings devastation on its path. Three protagonists; three lives; three destinies. Fate is above their heads. Damocles holds his sword among us, hitting those he wants, without choosing them before. Each minute, each second sounds like a victory in their heart.

And they die, supported by this simple chant: ‘Ave Rurik’.

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<BEING CHISS: LAST HOUR, FINAL ACT -- PART. I>
Task Force ‘Nern’ was stationed in the South-West district of the FOB: Belisarius, ready to make its path in this mess. It was REAR’s watch, but DOKAL did not let him alone, discussing the squad’s intercom to make sure he was doing well. The Chiss didn’t like to leave their sisters and brothers behind her, and REAR wasn’t an exception in her mind, even if he was the latest stormtrooper who came in TF ‘Nern’. A Trandoshan and -- more importantly -- a very good commando and soldier, by the way. DOKAL took the best partners in her unit, to make sure they would be able to do the dirty job as the 117th’s command could ask them during the battle for Noris. “Weren’t you assssleep?” REAR simply asked his blue-skinned fellow. “Nah,” she answered first, before adding with a smile, “but SHORTY is. Right now.” The Trandoshan nodded quietly, putting his gaze in another direction in order to not be surprised if anything came to them. “Thought you were.”

DOKAL drew out his datapad from her coat and turned it on: no news from the Embers, or from any Elite-Trooper with whom they were working for this mission. KARSH, especially, did not give any piece of news. Well, no matter that, they could act alone.

“Aren’t you ssstressssed by the ssssituation? I mean, y’know we’re gonna lossse thisss battle -- but it’sss more important for you thhhan for usss… Feelin’ me? Thossse people we’re tryin’ to sssave are yoursss, ssso, I thhhink it’sss a ssstrange sssituation fo’ ya.” REAR knew that he was talking alone, but he prefered this to the death silence. Even if DOKAL wasn’t answering his questions. “If we were on Trandoshhha, I would be very different from my actual ssstate of mind. I think ya’re underssstandin’ me, don’t ya?”

DOKAL nodded in silence while sighing for herself. REAR was nothing but wrong. But DOKAL and her boys had orders, and they had to respect them. From this point, a large majority of the Chiss had been kept safe on civil transport and Noris was only a theatre of the 2nd Great Hyperspace War against the Maw. Damn KARSH, still not giving news… She muttered a couple of words that REAR couldn’t get distinctly and, then, turned her head to face him. If she hadn’t a helmet, the reptile could have seen tears on her face, translating her disappointment. DOKAL sniffed loudly before saying, with a sob in her throat: “Yep.” She held back her sadness. “I would like to do that but… Orders. Y’know what it is. K’PAH! Cannot stay there when my people’s crying all around us! ‘Nern’ was supposed to… To…”

The bad situation of his fellow pulled the rug out from under REAR. He didn’t get well what was going on, but he knew he triggered something in DOKAL’s mind. Calmly, he put a hand on the Chiss' shoulder to make her confident in what she could do. “Hey, DOKAL, keep calm. I didn’t wanna put thissss mood on ya.” DOKAL shook her head but REAR added: “Pleassse, don’t feel bad fo’ thhhat. We’ve got ordersss, ‘am sure y’know thhhat, right? It’s okay, we’ll do our work…”

“REAR,” the Chiss said after a little pause, “we’re movin’, wake ‘em up.”

“Aye, sir.”
 
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Allies: Maw
Enemies: NIO
Tags: Mav Ryburn Mav Ryburn


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It wasn’t too long before Romund could feel his clone soldiers attempting to move him out of the trench. But they didn't get too far with him. Mostly though his tactile senses could he really understand what was going on. The ringing that deafened him was slowly leaving and in its place was the drowned out and muffled noise of struggle from the battle around and his own soldiers.

Every inch of him hurt, so it was hard to tell how bad certain parts of his body were compared to others. He felt like his eyes were open, yet he could see nothing. Which worried Romund that they just no longer even existed from the blast. Destroyed in that brilliant eruption of energy. He could feel each breath was hard and anguished.

It seemed just as they were beginning to make some distance. He suddenly felt himself collapse back down into the mud. Not only that, his own soldiers seemingly began to dogpile onto his corpse-like body, hurting him further. He understood there was a sudden disturbance, he could feel it. It was then that he could sense The Force some, providing him some idea of what was happening through it’s mystical ways. His own soldiers were valiantly protecting him in such a vulnerable position. Taking shots that were otherwise destined for himself.

However, Romund sensed who it was that was causing such a scene. It was that same squad leader. A lowly stormtrooper that had done this to him, through chaotic trickery. In anger Romund clenched his fists. He wanted to burst from this shell of clones that protected him. Rise from the ground rip this troublesome grunt with his own chard hands. Yet he couldn’t, all the rage in the galaxy couldn’t allow him anything more than clenched fists. He feared that his own diligent clones would kill the stormtrooper. No, that would be too good for him, not after what they’ve done to him. He needed to command his clones to capture the imperial but he couldn’t. No matter how hard or loud he would try he could not say a word. The mere attempt threw him into another violent coughing fit.

Was Romund damned to never act out a just revenge on this mere imperial simpleton that has managed to ravage him. No no no, a simple death just would not do. Pooling all his anger and rage over this desperately trying to claw for revenge did Romund finally do something. Reaching out into The Force he entered the minds of his submissive clones and could only command them a single word. CAPTURE. That simple, telepathic command to his clone soldiers was remarkably all he could do in his current situation. It was pathetic, even insulting and a personal testament to how much he had lost his connection to the darkside. Even with all this anger and negativity he could only send one word message to his own simple creations. Not only that but the act of doing so had drained what little energy Romund had left and his body went limp under the pressure of the protective dog pile over him, and his mind went to black as he passed out in that muddy trench. Too exhausted to even think a moment longer.

Under the clones their now unconscious master began to rest in the muddy trench. Seeing that the assailant could no longer press their one man assault onto Romund they began to get off their clone master. Weapons at the ready they carefully approached the lone stormtrooper. Each of them had heard and understood the telepathic command by Romund as clear as day. Seeing that the imperial soldier just didn’t really have any fight left in him it wouldn’t be hard to capture him like their master wanted. Thus one of the clones trained their sights on the stormtrooper and fired. A bright blue ring of energy shot out of the clone’s blaster and hit Mav. Having switched their blaster to a non-lethal stun setting. After Which they approached the stormtrooper before grabbing him to take with them along with Romund.

Condemning the valiant soldier to be entombed in carbonite for the enjoyment of Romund in his collection of captured sentients…
 

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Objectives:
  • Hold the Line
  • Die Like a Hero
  • Make Your Escape
  • Aid the Wounded
FOB: Belisarius, Western Outskirts,
Primus City, Noris (874 ABY)


Walking in aside each other, Cantrell and Futanara stepped in to the east entrance of the field-hospital, then were pointed in their right direction to find the Elite-Trooper they'd rescued just days before, pacing forth through varying hallways and stairwells in complete wordlessness as they prepared themselves for the worst-case scenario. However, when the two sharpshooters reached the ward they were looking for, a voice they both recognised was heard echoing out across the hall with trained, earned confidence indicative of all the soldiering class, but distinctive in the fact they both recognised it easily.

'Unless the Colonel objects, I'd say suit up. Plenty of better places to die than here.'

Elation, pure elation was running through every nerve-ending, and for both Dezo and Ramon alike, a feeling that neither had expected to occur; and though it seemed everything was going to end horribly for them, the Scopes could finally take solace in the fact their efforts had, in fact, amounted to a resounding success after all. Taking control of himself, Cantrell would speak up first, amiably exclaiming,'Take all the time you need, Elites! We'll be at the east gate, pushing out to keep 'em off the orbital cannon!', from outside the ward room in question.

'Alright, Ramon.... Looks like there's nothing else for it. Lets go fix our loadouts, good news to give the others anyway.'

With a cursory, affirmative nod, the Tetan Master-Sergeant then smiled, sighing,'Alright, lead the way. Gonna be honest - I really wasn't expecting that.', with a relieved, through dry-throated wheeze of mirthful self-mockery at his previous hopelessness. The Atrisian Corporal would indulge it of himself as he took his cue to lead the way out to their tents, allowing himself a light chuckle and a relieved sigh of his own as he let Ramon continue,'If we die tonight, at least we're taking out swathes of these beasts who surround us when we go.... After all, anything is possible with Elites on our side.', as the wards and access hallways passed them by. The drifting thought-process was in full effect by then, no longer considering the process of digging a grave within the walls of the FOB itself, but instead considering what having two Elite-Troopers on their side would look like, in complete contrast to the dark, morbid outcome he was imagining just moments before.

'You got that right, Ramon. Lucky bastard, of course the Master-Sergeant gets the most time with Jack.... Makes me wonder if I'll ever get to see something truly amazing before I die.'

Always in search of the beauty hidden in the brutality.

Hurts every time to see Denzo like this, no matter how well he conceals it.


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A LIFETIME OF SERVICE: ACT 2 (DEATH) - PART 7
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FOB: Belisarius, Western Outskirts,
Primus City, Noris (874 ABY)


'Seen 'em yet?'

They were being watched, and both Greene and Karsh knew it, and yet, in seeing that their traps had helped to keep their pursuer's at arm's length, the two veterans still knew it wouldn't last long. The oldest and best troopers in the 117th had to move, and move fast if they wanted even a shred of hope for survival, even if it was only fated to delay the inevitable, for an hour or two was all their Subordinates needed to fight well in the Embers' final moments.

All their subordinates needed in order to give their assailants a concussion as the world crumbled to blood-flecked dust around them.

'Spotted five or six so far, all cohesive. Scoped an insignia too - Death's Hand by the looks of it.'

Mawite Mandalorians, among the toughest of adversarial contingents, and knowing how tough their kinsmen were on Krieg, Remmel couldn't help but feel flattered at the fact they were being tailed by people who were ultimately more inclined to finish the job properly.

Being of warrior-descent, the Krieg-born Captain couldn't help but appreciate the rare privilege for what it was, made all the easier for the Lorrdian Commander to read in his body-language. A good thing as well, as Greene would have taken control of the situation if Karsh was to exhibit even the slightest trace of fearfulness, and this was the last thing that Brian would ever want to do in such predicaments; firmly keeping his thoughts to himself for the sake of maintaining his friend's almost-otherworldly resolve, perhaps even for the sake of the good deaths they both desired for themselves, and the good deeds that made such deaths worth it in the end. The long, wordless pause that follow did give All-Heart reason to turn around to see what Greene was doing at the time though, prompting the Captain to reassure his subordinate by whispering,'They're smart, but it appears we have been smarter.... A rare feat to achieve, but the rest is pure risk in comparison. Risks we can still afford to take, are you with me?', before focusing his sights to the west again.

'You're thinking of doin' something stupid, I can tell already - but you know what? Stupid could work for us here, so shoot.'

'Well, in any case, if it's Death's Hand as you say, we'll need to go all out.', All-Heart began, trailing off to reload and pull a heavy-laden satchel (filled with flashbangs and smoke-grenades) from the little debris-alcove by his knee. Opening up, Karsh then handed a few flashbangs to Greene with tactical hand-gestures to throw out on his signal, taking a few of his own as he continued,'My plan is this; south through that apartment-block to your right, east down the street, then north onto the southern Belisarius access-road.... And we run like we've never run before, understood?', keeping the explanation as simple as possible. With a quick nod in reply, Karsh began signalling and readied the first of his flashbangs, taking time to make one last glance over his shoulder before counting them in; and then, with growling grunts of throwing exertion, their non-lethal means were unleashed on both courtyard entrances before taking cover and briefly closing their eyes to the flashbangs' concussive effects.

After this, four more flashbangs would be thrown in both directions, followed by further hand-signals and then smoke-grenades moments later, a move that would serve as a perfect means to cover their escape, even if only to die a contrastingly dignified death elsewhere. Correctly seeing this as their one and only chance to escape successfully, Remmel backpedalled and used a mild shunt as his cue to run, though still making sure to growl,'Time to move, Brian. Follow me, and stay close - we need to run!', courteously walking first before shooting off ahead of the only one who could defend him properly. Luckily for All-Heart, his friend was just as alert as he was in that moment, breaking into a sprint almost as soon as Karsh was, only trailing the Captain by a few paces until they reached the street at the other side of the apartment block.

'I think I'll just let you call the shots on this stuff, Remmel. You're doing well here.'
 
The Light In The Shadows

His golden saber cut down the few brave Maw creatures that decided to attack his small group.

Each one was decorated with a slash or two from his blade, then finished off by a volley of blaster fire from the following Stormtroopers. It would take more than a handful of Sith vermin to take him out. But that is what he was afraid of. This move he was making was bold and left them exposed to any attack. By unconventional times meant unconventional measures.

With a quick flash of motion the surrounding soldiers raised their weapons, trained on the approaching threat. Raising his fist in the air the Knight command the troopers to stop and hold position.

“Hold your fire. Who knows, maybe it’s a surrender.”

The booming voice which came from the Sith warrior let him know that this was not a surrender. In fact, it was a threat. And on he was not going to accept. Staring down the Sith, the man let out a threat of his own.

“The only ashes I see here are the ones of your fallen brethren, that which you will be joining!”

Jetting forward the man brought his saber up in a jousting position, the blade preparing to enter into the Sith’s upper hip. The troopers behind him would thus open fire as well, beginning the small skirmish.

It was time to let the Maw know who they were truly messing with.

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O R N
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
117th STORMTROOPER LEGION
NORIS
NIO | Melvain Braxis Melvain Braxis | DECEASED Remmel Karsh DECEASED Remmel Karsh
MAW | Keilara Kala'myr Keilara Kala'myr | The Mongrel The Mongrel | Darth Kalyptos Darth Kalyptos

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Retreat after retreat.

Another inch given to the bastards with no hope of a fortified line standing proud against the Maw. Even against the unforgiving reality he faced, there was that fire, that furnace which burned down deep inside. Only fueled by rage and anger with all the shit he was facing and faced. It also helped with bonds of brotherhood shaken with brothers falling to their deaths, only carried by the memories of those still breathing.

<“Oh, for fuck’s sakes!”>

Always had to be something wrong. Frajan wish that was ironic and not so otherwise. It was the same reason why the trenches and other defensive positions given up were not detonated into oblivion. The lack of communications and disruption of remote devices when it was all jammed from the works of the Mawites. It was all meant to buy them time from the Maw, allowing them to all allocate back to the rear and regroup before the next wave. Less time and less men to man the reserve trenches, already mentally prepared for the ugliness that would be wrought upon.

So long as he wasn’t licked or eaten alive by a flamethrower…


Standing his ground, the Stormtrooper officer fired at the advancing Maw as he would not have the luxury of retreating into safe haven while his men still hurried with their lives. A nuisance to have their walkers destroyed by anti-armor rounds cause obstruction to the path of retreat for the Imperials. Though the legs of a destroyed AT-ST was ideal for cover as Frajan hurried towards a pair.

<“Yeah, take your sweet ass time. Don’t mind me,”> fuming with his profane language as he continued firing at the hordes of the Maw, knowing it was a matter of time until his position would be compromised.
 

Xuan Vo

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LocationOuter Orbit
EnemiesNew Imperial Order | Koda Fett Koda Fett , Ghorua the Shark Ghorua the Shark
AlliesBrotherhood of the Maw | Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen
EquipmentBlaster Pistol
ShipJagged Maw
Supporting ShipsSeveral - Crucifix-II
Handful - Ascendant mk-II
Fighter Screen - TIE fd/H


Their arrival had come only minutes before and already the familiar alert of an incoming transmission filled the otherwise quiet, and tense, bridge. "Ma'-" Her communications officer started to say, only to be cut off by the Admiral before they could even get a full word in. "Patch him in." Xuan answered, effectively answering the question before it could be asked.

"Admiral Vo. Welcome to Noris. My Task Force has already taken down the enemy Flagship and we have them pinned down. Interdiction Fields are up which means that they'll be no escape for them and their fleet has been reduced to half of their initial strength." The Grand Overseer began.

"I need your forces to begin providing Air Support for our fellow Mawites on the ground, break the bantha's back once and for all and allow for our forces down below to annihilate them once and for all. Those New Imperials will pay the price for their transgression, one way or another." He ordered.

"Understood."

She nodded to the communications officer after she spoke, the line cut between the two ships, and flipped the switch that had the magnetic lock keeping her in place to deactivate it. "It appears that the planet-side Imperials have managed to obtain control over the orbital cannon again, we might be sitting ducks if we pull in too close to atmosphere." Someone spoke up as Xuan got out of her seat and stood up, mechanical arm tucked behind her back. She hadn't quite pinpointed the voice so she turned her attention to the holographic representation of the battle that floated beside the terminal in front of her. Indeed, due to the lag in the process that the system took to create a visual representation of current events, one of Sularan's Tyrant class destroyers were reduced to space debris right before her eyes. She frowned, this was one of the primary goals that her superior was supposed to take care of before her arrival.

She waved a hand, or, rather, her only organic limb, dismissively at the crew's concern.

"If Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen desires to prolong his conflict with the defense on the ground then we'll adjust our strategy accordingly - make his forces our shadow, put us above him, and move towards the upper latitudes of the planet's surface." She said, stepping away from the command chair and towards the steps that led down from her place in the bridge towards the front viewport. "We can approach from a different angle and the chances of the enemy realizing that there is a second invasion force arriving from an entirely different direction is about nil - and even if they do see us I presume they'll be too busy dealing with the Grand Overseer's forces to turn on an axis placing them in entirely the opposite direction to fire."

She moved the prosthetic arm out from behind her back, glancing down towards its mechanized digits with relative disdain. "Once we're above Sularan's ships I want our fighter screen disgorged, pick off the Imperial fighters that want to play cat and mouse with the Grand Overseer's ships and clear up his vision. All capital ships should be prepared to engage with whatever remains of the New Imperial apparatus besides, I don't want to see more than a single frigate get away from this hellhole - kill them all." She said. The change in strategy would shield her own ships from the threat of being struck from below, at least in theory, but it would also place her firmly out of view from where Sularan could keep an eye on her or the rest of the fleet - not that he'd need to be looking her way, she was bringing up the rear and the amount of ships she had in tow and on either side, along with the fighters she intended to release, meant there was almost no cause for concern from an organized enemy at this stage in the game.

Of course that left her quite open for the target now painted firmly on her back by Koda Fett Koda Fett and Ghorua the Shark Ghorua the Shark .

 

W O K E N F U R I E S

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AT NORIS, NEAR PRIMUS
NO MAN'S LAND


ALLIES: MAW & ALLIES
ENEMIES:
NIO & ALLIES

Equipment in bio.

2/3 smoke grenades remain.

ENGAGING: Kinoan Kinoan

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DEFIANCE AND UPHEAVAL
“The only ashes I see here are the ones of your fallen brethren, that which you will be joining!”

Ptolemis looks around the field that is littered with the still-warm bodies of the twisted man-beasts as the masked man speaks; his lowered crimson saber still droning in his clutch. The ethereal Sith cares naught for their loss, but an idea occurs to him. The introductions are done. They knew what they needed to know about each other. Both brave enough to fight out in the open, both Force adepts willing to die for their respective philosophies.

The warm pushback of a nearby detonation rippled the Sith Lord's cape as he raised his gaze to meet that of his opponent. Before he could retort, however, the Golden Knight struck out at breakneck speeds, a straight thrust of his lightsaber darting lightning-fast toward his hip – accompanied by a fierce barrage of laser fire exploding from the line of elite stormtroopers grouped behind the Imperial Knight.

Golden rays danced with crimson sparks upon the metallic physiognomy of Darth Ptolemis, who was forced to backpedal quickly; first parrying the thrust, then attempting a straightforward kick to his opponent's sternum. Regardless of the kick's success, the Sith Lord follows up with a Force-fueled soaring jump straight upward. While in the air, he levitates for only a second, feverishly deflecting the myriads of incoming bolts – and he deflects only the most crucial of projectiles, letting others glint off of his duraplast breastplate underneath his robe, or punch holes into his cape.

In this moment of brief levitation, he reaches down and unclips a smoke grenade from his belt, and throws it at the group of firing troopers while falling. As he falls, he telepathically orders his entrenched marauders further back to unleash their hatred through plasma and wash away the exposed troopers as soon as the choking smoke cloud erupts and envelops them.


Like an angel of death he descends from the heavens, and raises his arms to mete out justice with a two-handed downward slash upon the Golden Knight.
 


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NORIS
ALLIES: Ghorua the Shark Ghorua the Shark
ENEMIES: Xuan Vo

In the shadows of the vast Sith destroyers more than a thousand times his own size, swift movements carried his craft towards the rear. Inside, the sounds of clicks, switches, and whirs had come before Fett seemed to vanish in a silent accordance with the remark from Ghorua. Both from scanners and the orbs within one's own head, he vanished. He creased a small and subtle smark across his mouth as unaware foes came and went, himself left undisturbed. If the same could be said for the Shark, he was cluessless to it.

"I have a better idea," he mused, more controls had found use as he made for a bid to connect himself, Ghorua, and the Sith on one line. He transmitted accurate codes that belonged to the Hand of Judgement, unaware as to whether Sularen's little operation had been broadly known of within the Maw. "I am Koda Fett, contracted by Marlon Sularen under the Hand of Judgement. Order these fekes to cease their fire, and now need to come aboard for repairs. Courtesy of those same pilots."

In the event of an anticipated failure, he primed his cannons, his mine layer, all the armaments that the Spear III carried. Not to rival a destroyer, but certain to make a mess of things nonetheless.

 


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Objective: Woken Furies

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Maw: Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis The Mongrel The Mongrel Keilara Kala'myr Keilara Kala'myr Khamul Kryze Khamul Kryze Erion Justeene Erion Justeene Romund Sro Romund Sro Darth Kalyptos Darth Kalyptos Subject 54 Havoc Subject 54 Havoc Electra-12 Electra-12 Kralmus Orr Kralmus Orr Darth Ptolemis Darth Ptolemis

NIO: Cormac Thire Melvain Braxis Melvain Braxis Ivan Sienar Erin E-141 Jack E-138 Jack E-138 Hiran Avola Hiran Avola Murraea Pharo Morrow Jalter Volff Jalter Volff Mav Ryburn Mav Ryburn TK-8867 TK-8867 Frajan Borjar Gavyn Berand Gavyn Berand Greven Astor Greven Astor Aerys Myrrine Kinoan Kinoan Nuruodo'kal'brast Nuruodo'kal'brast

Engaging: Anith Dorce

Location: The Shadows

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He could feel them; he could feel her approaching. ’Good...’ he thought to himself. He could feel the emotions thinly veiled on the surface of their consciousness. The alertness, the elevated sense of caution surrounding them. As they approached, Saevius shrouded himself in darkness and melded into the shadows of the building - which had turned out to be an abandoned warehouse filled with all manner of neglected machinery, debris, and cargo containers.

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No sooner had he done so did he hear a resounding CRASH from the make-shift doors near the front of the building, along with her voice echoing through the space. ”Sergeant Slash of 15th Company! Call out! Where are you?!” He almost took pause at the command in her voice, but he could also feel the bluster; the veneer of confidence. How... delicious. It was always more satisfying to overcome the will of his prey when they believed themselves able to persevere on their own strength.

Silently, the Sith Lord moved about the warehouse, careful to avoid making any noise as he did so. He allowed the still silence to prevail for a few moments, but with a flick of his wrists, allowed the voice to respond with nearly the same level of urgency and desperation in its voice:
”IN HERE! PLEASE!!” To add a level of urgency, he allowed follow up sounds of snarling and gnashing to echo through the building, as if whomever it was in a state of peril was about to fall victim to feral predators that had somehow broken into this building.

Then, he waited. As if on cue, two other soldiers moved in from the rear of the building, a deliberate yet quickened pace in their gait. He could sense the urgency in their minds, the sense of duty compelling them forward. They stood side by side as they scanned the area with their blaster rifles, fanning out slightly to try and cover more ground without leaving each other’s eyesight.

But that could be fixed.

With another flick of his wrists, he caused a stirring noise on the opposing side of the warehouse, meant to draw the attention of the three soldiers. Once they redirected their attention thusly, he acted.

He emerged from the shadows, placing a firm hand upon the forehead of the male, who was stunned in place upon contact. Saevius’ other hand extended to the female with his lightsaber, the blade activating with a violent hiss aimed at her midsection, his intent obvious to impale her where she stood.

The fate of the male though, was far more insidious. The Sith Lord reached into the soldier’s mind with searching tendrils, bending the operative’s will around his own like a smelter bends steel around itself. The process would take but a few moments, with a blank expression being the only indication of the absence of his former self. Saevius had to speak but only one word to complete the transformation.


”Kill.”



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