The Fractured Planet [Republic Remnant Dominion of Makeb]

[Kolab Morcant]

Location: Makeb Imperial Facility
Objective: Move into the breach, take out AA guns.

Nearby Allies: [member="Avin Starfire"] [member="Mereel Vaun"]

Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimm- ohh, wait, no. Just keep charging! Just keep charging! Charging...charging...CHARRRRGE! With visibility obscured from the smoke grenades tossed by the Republic forces in an effort to obscure their advance towards the created breach in thanks to the focused fire of...well, whoever was the officer who had taken the initiative to breach the Imperial defensive wall. Truth be told it was right about now that Kolab deeply regretted not having the commonplace trooper helmet that, among other things, would have given him such a key piece of information at a time like this. Not to mention it would have filtered out the smoke that clouded the air and, after these last few gasping lungfuls of air from the charge, put the Karkarodon on the verge of a coughing fit. His people weren’t made for strolls through the polluted air. BUT! It sure was better than being locked on by an Imperial auto gun and turned into some nice crispy calamari.

Using the brilliant flashes of green from the laser guns as a guiding light through the smoke and towards the breach. This was far from efficient, as proven by the fact the trooper ([member="Mereel Vaun"]) he’d passed earlier had swept past him during this suicide charge towards their objective. Yet another perk of having a helmet, or a tactical visor at the very least at a time like this.

By some miracle, he reached the right side of the breach as well, forming up behind the unknown trooper. There would be time for introductions later, by the light of the inferno that this Imperial base was about to become! On a mountain of stormtrooper corpses!

“Let’s give it to them!”

‘It’ in this case was the ordinance from Kolab’s grenade launcher, fired in an arc over the wall in the best effort to hit where he assumed the stormtrooper positions would be. Between this, and the pair of grenades tossed by this trooper ([member="Mereel Vaun"]), they must’ve hit something. No better way to find out that look. Tossing that empty ordinance launcher to the ground and whipped around the scatter gun, primed it once to ensure a shell was loaded, and charged forth, finned feet seeking purchase on the rubble of the breech to heave himself through it.

“Taking point! Better run stormies!”

Taking point in this sense was more...shooting into the darkness and hoping to hit something covered in plastoid armor through the smoke and debris from the previous barrage of grenades. There was a 100% chance that there was a 50% chance at least SOMETHING would be hit by the scatter gun after all.

 

[Ever Dawnracer]

When she was done with the guy he had zero ability to walk or use his hands any longer. Suffice to say, if he had been any sort of smart, he'd have just told her what it was that she wanted to know. But he wasn't very smart, so he didn't. It left her to have some fun so she couldn't complain too much. Brutalizing a guy for being a karking fool and serving the Empire wasn't something she had a problem with. In fact, as far as she was concerned, the guy probably deserved it. They were all a bunch of scum buckets, after all. She rather enjoyed killing them. This particular one happened to give her what she wanted when she was done with him. It had taken a while, but oh well.

"We've got what we need," she radioed to Erran.

They had the info that they needed on where their people were. Not many of them were still alive, but that was what she'd expected in the first place. These guys weren't going to do much but torture them for information and see what they could get out of them. The fact any of them were alive was a small miracle. She would have to give her regards to whomever it was that had trained them. Being alive this long meant they were holding out to torture. That was impressive.

She pulled her gun out, still set to incendiary rounds and pointed it at the guy she'd just tortured. He didn't deserve to live. He screamed for mercy, and she fired. Nobody was ever going to see it. She'd just mark it off as an accident in the report. He'd gone for her gun to try and end the interrogation, it had gone off and shot an incendiary round straight into his chest. A tragedy. Really.

[member="Erran Lanith"]

 

[Avin Starfire]

Lt. John Somerset 16th AAB​

Makeb Military installation​

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No sooner as he had sent his radio transmission the first of the screams had rallied to the cause of whatever was left of his own forces much to John's relief. He watched for a moment after moment as flashes of weapons fire blistered their way through the smoke screen that barred any non augmented optics from effective and accurate target acquisition. The first of his men made to his wall and started to form themselves back into ordered teams before shuffling along the wall and then disappearing into the breach.

As John put his thermal rangefinder back into his pack the now slightly more ragged and dirtied platoon sergeant approached him with a message.

"Sir, 3 section is set and ready to move up on your command"

"Very good sergeant, radio ahead to the assault teams and ask how many more men are needed for a full section. After that I want you and the remainders to stand by and guide in any further waves or auxiliary support elements. I know it means missing out on the fun but I need someone I can trust to make sure our boys get their ammo alright! Good good."

The officer stood once more out of the impromptu trench that had been dug out by entrenching tools and the leftover of a mortar hole. John reached down into his belt and unbuckled the DE-10 heavy blaster from its leather-bound to take in his left hand before grasping the hilt and unsheathing a shimmering and slightly curved ceremonial vibroblade from its black scabbard. The older man then proceeded to start walking at a pace through the now smoking wasteland of groaning wounded, still dead or thrown up mud and dirt. As the fire intensified he picked up his pace in a slightly more hurried jog until coming out of the other side against the wall that had now gathered a group of fighters.

Somerset watched as a hulking shark-like figure went screaming into the breach firing a scatter of plasma into the previously exploded area that lay on the other side. As he strode up through the smoke the officer ensured to check his hat was in place and good form before marching forward towards the open area now being charged by soldiers of all regiments and corps only stopping whence beside a certain Mandalorian who had previously thrown his explosives through the hole.

"Great weather for all this isn't it Master Vaun." John raised his sword hand over his left eye half saluting as a sign of respect to the other man "On behalf of my platoon I would like to thank you for the assistance we were running low on ammunition towards the end there you have my thanks."

And with that, the officer once more turned away to signal his own men to stand by before turning back.

"If you would like to join us then we are going to go and have some of the glory that lay through that rather blasted hole." Somerset nodded once more before raising his sword to his own men and charging sword first into the breach.




As the grunts and shouts came from the 12 men that followed him through sifted into the other white noise of battle John saw the true horrors of war much the same as he had done so many times before. The walls of small pillboxes covered in entrails and limbs that had been blown off from heavy shelling and explosive use. He could see how men had bled to death and left splatters of red on the dull grey walls after all most of the men here were auxiliary forces and conscripts in nothing more than basic imperial surplus uniforms and not quite the sea of white plastoid helmets that the empire was famous for.

His inner thoughts were soon put aside as the flash of a scattergun connected point blank with an imperial officer ten feet to his front courtesy of the amphibian private and his squad that had caught a defending group of soldiers off guard leading to a swift resolution and establishment of the breach. Another group of soldiers had started to retreat to a second group of buildings 200 metres further inside the perimeter of the base while a small outlasting bastion fired on Republic forces from a pillbox to John's right.

A blast of heat rushed past the Lieutenants face impacting the young soldier running along behind him. John turned to the source of the blast that had left the young squad member now screaming in pain on the floor as his arm had been opened up from a high powered blaster round. He brought his pistol up into a firing position and let his own heavy blaster pistol unleash a torrent of red energy towards his enemy. As the blast impacted John had already started up the stairwell towards the pillbox from which the man had come.

Upon cresting the top of the pillbox Somerset drove himself headfirst into the room. Three men stood around an emplaced auto-cannon that was blasting down at allies outside whilst two more had been moving through to assist their fallen comrade. John came hard and fast at the first man swinging his blade through the air in a downwards arc from left to right and sinking into the troopers' neck before driving through into the upper torso and out through the shoulder. The second trooper stared in horror as his friend crumpled to the floor and backed slowly towards the corner as a now red soaked Lieutenant loomed over him with a disgusted frown on his face. Behind the officer, the gunners had started to go for their own weapons when the rest of 3 section burst up the stairway and sunk their bayonets into anyone they could.

"In war, there are two sides lad, those of us who fight for a true moral that burns deep within the hearts of their men and those of us who fight out of fear for our overlords. I am not sorry for killing your friend as he was likely going to try to shoot me of which I do not like being the recipient of. Now you may have noticed that my men have taken quite heavy losses from people like you. Spineless rats like you who fight for their overlords without question, now you are going to drop that blaster of yours and surrender or my men are going to have a good enough reason to have their bayonets fixed. It's your choice." John pointed the tip of his sword under the man's chin and pressed it into his neck before a clang rang out in the bunker as an imperial blaster hit the floor.



Walking out of the pillbox John thumbed his radio onto transmit and sent a message to the local forces.

"All forces be advised this is Lieutenant Somerset, we have established a breakpoint and captured the last of the auto-cannons. All units move up and establish a permanent position on the breach." John then flicked his radio to a channel containing his own platoon. "All remaining units regroup, 3 section maintain an external position to guide in any reinforcements."

He looked back round to see the grubby faces of his own men that had broken the breach as well as the crumples prisoner now stripped of his weapons and bound in the pillbox at gunpoint. John checked himself before watching a group of soldiers run in and out of buildings around him usually ending in either a flash of blaster fire or a parade of POW's being led out and gunpoint.

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[member="Mereel Vaun"] [member="Kolab Morcant"]

 

[Mereel Vaun]

Location: Makeb Imperial Facility
Objective: Move into the breach, take out AA guns.
Nearby Allies: [member="Kolab Morcant"] , [member="Avin Starfire"]
Post 4
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Under his helmet, Mereel arched an eyebrow at the comment of the sword-handed lieutenant that had saluted him. Mereel hadn't collected himself quickly enough to respond before the man had once again moved on to resume his duties and had charged headlong into the breach sword-first.

Thanks weren't in order, and calling him formally by the title of 'Master' hadn't been necessary. He was just here because he felt better equipped than the standard Republic soldier to take up this task, and if his presence could reduce allied casualty counts by any amount, seeing the frontlines again was worth it.

But he wouldn't keep anyone alive by waiting around outside a crumpled wall all day. He raised his rifle and followed a flow of troopers into the breach. Once on the other side of the wall, he limited his focus to the important details, trying his best to keep the guts and gore out of sight and mind.

To his right was an inactive enemy pillbox, and about 200 meters directly ahead of him there was another grouping of buildings with enemy troops moving about. On his left though, about 25 meters away from him, was an object of much more immediate interest. A lone enemy flak gun with an exposed gunner hatch was still firing into the sky.

The flak gun itself had been constructed on a circular turret of perimeter wall that raised it roughly four meters off of ground level, at the base of which were about fifteen Imperial soldiers in standard-issue fatigues holding off a small squadron of Remnant soldiers who had taken cover behind enemy ammo crates and makeshift duracrete barriers hastily plopped down and forsaken by the enemy defenders that had fallen back.

Mereel ran and ducked in cover behind one of the longer makeshift fortifications next to a Republic corporal holding a squad automatic weapon. "Su'cuy ner vod. If you give me covering fire for a second, I can snipe that flak gun operator."

The corporal nodded. "Coming right up, don't miss."

The corporal went silent for a second, no doubt relaying for his squadmates to stay down over his internal helmet commlink before leaning up from behind his cover and letting loose with his Suppressor. Simultaneously, Mereel peered out sideways from behind his cover and took aim at the flak-gun operator's torso. He slowed his breathing and with his scope centered on the target, squeezed off three rounds. Two bolts hit the flak gun operator's side, the last unintentionally sailed too high and hit the man's neck. One down, countless more to go.

 

[Ever Dawnracer]

Ever and a few other members of the Rangers had a plan formulated for breach of the facility where they were holding the Republic aid forces. The place was wired with cameras so they orchestrated a partial blackout that knocked out the power grid for the city block on which the facility resided. Simple enough with a few snips of wires inside of the electrical facility. Infiltration specialists had taken care of that part.

With the grid off, the hard wired cameras were no longer functional. They had determined thst some had internal power sources as backup, but those were easily identifiable. A narrow corridor was made which allowed them to move, single file, up to the buildings perimeter. The demolitions expert jn the team used some burn cord to cut an opening in the exterior metal shell of the building while one of the others used magnets to quietly pull it away and gain them entry.

Inside was a labyrinth of rooms. They picked their eay through cautiously, masks on and weapons held at the ready. The place was mostly quiet, which was disconcerting, but they eventually found what they were looking for. Two of the unit equipped with silencers managed to take down the guards on the door, while Ever and the others rushed forward and yanke dit open before moving in with guns drawn. A man in a lab coat stood up from ehst he was doing and quickly raised his hands when he saw them. Ever pointed him out to be secured and swept the rest of the room.

Once everything was cleared she stationed two men outside and called for medical evac on their location. There were two alive, still, but they needed medical attention swiftly. They'd take the torturer in for questioning so they could figure out which Imperial swine was behind this operation. Nobody messed with Republic personnel and got away with it, let alone did it on Ever's watch. She would make sure they got whst they needed out of the torture expert.

For the moment, though, their operation was complete.

 

[Mereel Vaun]

Location: One of the Makeb Imperial Facilities, just inside of the outer wall
Objective: Keep hitting hostile AA guns
Nearby Allies: [member="Kolab Morcant"] , [member="Avin Starfire"]
Post 5
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The AA gun just overhead fell silent with the death of its gunner, but the firefight just below the turreted emplacement was still ensuing. In the time it had taken Mereel to snipe the AA turret operator, two Remnant soldiers had gone down, and four fatigued imperial troopers had been incapacitated.

While the imperial soldiers' cover was considerably worse than that which the Remnant soldiers were in, there were enough enemy soldiers still standing that they had been able to keep the smaller Remnant group behind cover, only taking risky potshots at the defending holdout.

Remnant soldiers were still flooding in through the breach about two dozen meters behind Mereel, the defenders and attackers at the turret both had to know how this was going to end, but even if this turret surrendered they still had the next emplacement to deal with, and the one after that, and the next.

Mereel tilted his head to look at the corporal hunkered down next to him, "So.. I've been thinking -"

"Get to the point."

The sound of three blaster bolts hitting the other side of their cover punctuated the corporal's sentence.

"I'm going to do what that Imperial gunner did, except for on their own turrets - and without the whole getting shot in the neck and dying part. If you wouldn't mind covering me, that'd be great."

"You're karking crazy."

"I've done it with turbolasers before, can't be too different, right? I just need two frag grenades and maybe a few blaster bolts for a distraction."

A full squadron of Remnant soldiers broke off from the main formation still pouring into the facility and rushed into cover behind the back row of ammo crates and other makeshift fortifications just behind Mereel and the corporal. If he was going to do something really stupid, the entry of the reinforcements made this seem like a pretty good time to do it. Besides, his armor was tough enough, why not pull off a few risky maneuvers?

"It's your funeral."

Mereel nodded and strapped across his back with the shoulder sling.

The corporal sighed, "Grenades in 3.. 2.. 1.. Go."

Mereel stood from behind his cover and spun to face the hostiles while simultaneously igniting the thrusters of his jetpack. He let the jetpack carry him five meters vertically before adjusting to fly towards the turret, giving him a few comfortable feet above the frag grenades' blast radii as he flew over the imperial soldiers too busy dealing with the grenades and Remnant soldiers' blaster bolts to pay him any mind as he flew overhead, well that was true for most of the imperial soldiers anyway.

As well as feeling the heat of the grenades explosion as he flew over the blast zone, he felt the impact of two blaster bolts as they slammed against his left chest plate. The wind left his lungs, but other than that the blaster bolts failed to keep him from reaching the turret's cockpit. When he reached the cockpit, he grabbed the dead gunner by the waist and hoisted him out with both arms, allowing the gunner's body to freely fall to the ground before deactivating his jetpack and climbing in to the cockpit himself.

Thankfully, the flak gun's controls looked pretty similar to the controls in each of the Iviin'yc's turbolasers. Before he was able to touch anything, five more blaster bolts sailed towards him from the imperial soldiers on the ground. Four of the bolts missed, either going to high or too low and landing on the flak gun's cockpit lining, the other bolt landed squarely between Mereel's left shoulder guard and bicep plate, right on the suits body glove making the synthmesh fabric glow burning hot, and scorching the skin beneath.

The burning made Mereel wince and he let out a pained hiss as he gripped the turret's control column and pushed it hard right, swiveling the turret so that the back of the cockpit was now facing the forces fighting beneath him. Consequentially, Mereel was now directly facing two flak guns further down the wall that were still operating, firing into the sky and keeping Remnant gunships at bay. Equally placed between the two was a flak ammunition storehouse which still had droids and soldiers running to and fro to load flak batteries.

"Welp, this is going to be loud."

Mereel pivoted the turret's vertical trajectory and took aim at the center of the ammunition storehouse. He did a double take to make sure that Remnant forces hadn't moved up to the storehouse yet, and upon seeing that there weren't any firefights in that general area, he felt safe enough to hit the turret's big red fire button.

"Here goes nothing -"


The flak gun's seat buckled hard for a single second, followed by the ground shaking violently for several seconds, and a blindingly bright burst of light.

An explosion of flame jutted out from the center of the ammunition storehouse, quickly enveloping and destroying the two turret emplacements on either side of the ammunition storehouse, and reducing the walls beneath them to heaps of rubble. The quake and light were not nearly as impressive as the sound though, a low but thunderous roar reverberated throughout the area. He was certain that anyone within five kilometers would have heard the blast.

"and there goes everything." Mereel was almost certain that was what he had said anyway, he couldn't confirm it because his ears were still ringing too loudly for him to hear himself.

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

[SIZE=13.5pt]Objective 3 [/SIZE]
Goal: NPC fighting
Post: 5

The captain gave a small shake of the head as the senator departed, a little glad to have the strange weapons dealer out of the way but also kind of confused of why a senator was so enthusiastic about commanding front line troops. Regardless Harley's directions had helped out with the battle, imperial forces in the field quickly routing or giving up, just leaving the main complex to be taken. Jax Antilleshttp://starwarsrp.net/user/18325-jax-antilles/ and his shock trooper had pushed a decent way into the complex, but they still had a way to go, their men's last positing being near the top of the station, having taken out most of the commanding officers with stun blasters.

"Alirght men, the enemy should be withdrawing further into the complex, Jax and his men have a small foot hold in the upper levels of the structure, I what storm troopers on point to push them back, sandwich them between our forces". Several squad commanders replied back, the republic troopers wasting not time pushing the wavering imeprial froces back into the complex, comer fire from HCLI craft making things that much easier.