Annihilation The Imperial March

[Franceline Dawer]

"Do you really believe that we would trust you?" She said it and Rei looked at her as she held a hand up. "

Franceline's eyes closed. She did not attempt to interrupt or argue her position, already loosening her taut muscles in clear anticipation of having to cushion some incoming loss of balance. This made her posture more crooked than it was before, but Rei's continued support was sufficient to keep her from falling over, at least now that they had stopped moving.

You came here to attack us, offer no ultimatum just violence and the one thing we have that protects us conveniently is the one thing we need to drop to save use." She looked at the woman with a scowl. "An A for effort mind you but you got to give more information then broken speech."

"It has already fired against the fleet that is trying to confront it."

Her eyelids pulled apart, opening to reveal her still reddened, and unrelieved eyes. Her mouth ceased its trembling to allow for some uninterrupted stream of consciousness, this time somewhat more measured slow bursts.

"In this limited time frame that we have, before they have readied the next salvo, I do not have the time or the energy to write down the arithmetic for an elaborate explanation."

"Yes, we are at war."

"But I don't want to die, just as much as you don't want to die."

"Hence why I tried to warn you."

"I'm not here out of my own will. Most of our men aren't."

"If we were, the fighting would be smarter. Deliberate."

"If you want to take this risk and not believe me, at least allow me to crawl to some quiet corner or alley, where I'll be away from alloys that could melt or glass that could explode from the heat generated by the event."

Junko Ike

 

[Ronhar Tane]

PRIVATE FRADEO DUDLEA
MIN JAWA'S DELIGHT
JAR’KAI OUTER LIMITS

"T-minus 2 minutes and counting!"

Fradeo nervously checked and rechecked every last piece of equipment that he had been given as the dropship that he was on, the Jawa's Delight, slowly descended toward its mission objective.

Fresh out of the academy on Mahporeem, this battle was going to be Fradeo's first ever, and it showed directly on his face. His Junktrooper training had actually been cut short so he and his classmates could be deployed to Atrisia, as apparently the situation across the galaxy was getting desperate. It wasn't as if Fradeo really cared about what happened to the Galactic Alliance or Galactic Empire or anything like that, as after all, both factions were millions of lightyears away from his home planet. What Fradeo did care about was the fate of his home planet, where his family and friends lived. If there was any possibility that someone might try to hurt them, Fradeo would do anything he could to stop that from happening.

That was why he had joined up, of course. He had heard about what was going on in the Core and how the Empire was rampaging its way across the stars, destroying any planet it came across. If nothing was done, they would eventually reach Imperial Confederation space, and eventually after that, Mahporeem itself. It was far better to fight them here on a planet that Fradeo could give a Porg's butt about than wait until they came knocking at his front door.

Still, despite his noble ideological intentions, Fradeo couldn't help but feel nervous. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as the Jawa's Delight shuttered from side to side, the ship recoiling from all the blaster and missile fire it was receiving. Fradeo hated flying in on this thing, and despite the reassurance of his officers on the durability of the Stork Dropship , he felt like they could be shot out of the sky at any moment.

Another impact nearly sent Fradeo flying out of his seat, and he cursed silently to himself. The beating of his heart was getting loudly and loudly and Fradeo was now keenly aware of just of heavily he was breathing. "Just like the simulations, its just like the simulations", he kept muttering to himself as he did his best to remain calm. Of course he had participated in training exercises before he deployed, but they were in all honesty nothing like the real thing.

He just wished he could get off this deathtrap as soon as possible!

Unknown to him, he was about to get his wish as the Stork made its final approach toward the forces of Laphisto , the leader of the Liaste Order, to support them in their defense of their forward operating base. They had been fighting Empire forces for some time now and were in serious danger of being overrun. The reinforcements carried aboard the Jawa's Delight would hopefully go a long way in ensuring that didn't happen.

"Forces of the Liaste Order, this is the MIN Jawa's Delight of the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant. We have come to aid and assist you in the defense of your current positions. We mean you no harm and ask you to hold your fire as we begin landing. Again, do not fire upon us, we are sending you reinforcements!"

As the ship's captain finished speaking, he started transmitting transponder codes to the Liaste Order's ground units, signifying his friendly intentions. Of course, anyone with even half a brain would surely be able to intercept those codes, and if the Empire wan't alerted to their presence before, they certainly would be now. Unfortunately, it was risk that the Imperial Remnant was going to have to take, as the bulk of their forces were still stuck aboard the Von Strauss-class cargo ships that were being fired upon by automated Alliance defenses. If they were going to avoid that particular fate, they would have to make sure everyone knew exactly who they were and who they were fighting for, even if it meant losing the element of surprise.

The Jawa's Delight flew directly overhead the Liaste Order's defense positions, a hastily assembled perimeter of sandbags, machine guns and heavy walkers. Though it was going to be tight, the Jawa's Delight would have just enough space to land directly in the center to drop off its troops, which is exactly what it started doing.

As the dropship touched down and deployed its ramps, its passengers began streaming out to support their allies. Fradeo sprinted down the ramp with the rest of his platoon as hundreds of Junktroopers rushed to repel the attack Empire forces. Lumbering out slowly behind them were a quartet of All Terrain Modular Artillery Platforms, which began firing their heavy artillery platforms at any enemy targets that they could.

The situation was chaotic, as blaster and slugthrower fire began pouring in at Fradeo and his squadmates. Fradeo nearly caught a blaster bolt to the chest, the energy projectile missing him by mere inches. Fradeo immediately dropped to the ground and began crawling toward the defensive installations, as his chances of survival would be much improved if he could just find some sort of cover to get behind. The Jawa's Delight, now empty of all the troops it had been carrying, took off and began retreating back to the Von Strauss-class cargo ships it had came in on, ostensibly to pick up and drop off more of the troops still trapped in orbit.

Other Stork Dropships followed closely behind as they made their way to other various parts of the battlefield, carrying with them compliments of IAAT/Rs, All Terrain Heavy Salvage Walkers and TIE Walkers. They would go wherever they might be needed most, and were available to any allied commander that might need additional forces to supplement whatever forces they still had left.

Still, with so many Imperial Remnant reinforcements tied up, Fradeo wondered if what they had now would be enough to win the day...

TAGS:
Kroeger
Laphisto

 

[St. Thomas Barran]

DUELLING TAGS
Friend: N/A
Foe: Shinzou Ashina Kito

WARPOSTING TAGS
Friend: Dark Forces Kasan Osera Darth Bellum Franceline Dawer
Kroeger Daro Kilaeon
Foe: Zark San Tekka Corin Kaze Wedge Draav Vulpesen Laphisto

Ira Dei
VII
FLASHBACK 3

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WESTERN PIER-FRONT, CORAL COAST,
CINNAGAR, EMPRESS TETA (SUMMER OF 877 ABY)

I think this could be the one my Mentor fought before.

The only contingent dropping with direction - and intent.
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The skull carving had worked, the recognition was there for the GADF dropships as their pilots gazed on the sands below, but it was those bearing New Jedi Order insignias of which had been the first to steepen their descent-trajectories. Like proverbial sharks chomping on a river-boat's bait; not just there to wrestle with the fishermen at the other end, but to bring the damned boat crashing down and into the water with them. The Galactic Alliance had returned, only this time, they'd be hungrier for victory than ever before.

'Glorious.'

With the coastal winds dragging more rain and seawater in, the storm itself would add to the awakening feeling, washing the calm and the dreaminess away for the clean, conscious thrill. A picture-perfect moment the Warlord would never forget, and none of the Scar Hounds' opposition had even made landfall yet, making it all feel like gazing into the deeps of a canyon, with the grand scale of it all bearing attributes akin to bright, near-blinding majesty. But one was dropping lower than all the others, screeching on it's way down on a crash course for the grassy hillocks behind him, landing at speed as was known for the technological advantages the GA held over the Maw.

But someone had jumped out of the dropship from several hundred metres in the air, creating their own ball of fire as the little white flame careened their way down to the beach, then taking out the sandy skull from the teeth of the lower jawline with a deep-thudding shockwave. Though the symbolism was lost on an ever-eager Barran at the time, he would later come to recall this detail, and in rueful, existential distate at that; not that this would stop the one-eyed Woad from thinking there was more to the landing, it's targeted proximity, and for as long as the veil continued to weaken between the Nether and Realspace, it would not take long for the newly-ascended Warlord to sense a divine hand in that specific turn of events.

Expanding with bright, telekinetic energy from the flashpoint that the Warlord's Brodie-Helm was tilted back and cast to the crown of his head, momentarily revealing his auburn hair before Thomas pulled it back over in his toe-digging boots' resistance to it, there would be no reason for Barran to believe he hadn't come to the right place, especially not after an entrance like that. But when the Atrisian Jedi straightened her posture to scan the horizon for marauders, the one-eyed Woad knew that ever decision made was correct; to facilitate a duel of this magnitude by enticing his mentor's enemies, to draw in the sand an insignia he knew the Jedi would remember, it was all the Bloodhound could do just to keep himself from giving in to gleeful mirth.

And when the the Katana-lightsabre snap-hissed into life, it seemed like destiny was clicking every last puzzle-piece into place on Empress Teta, arranging the Galaxy's greatest duels in the hopes it made for good entertainment, as all such clashes of fates were assumed to be, especially in the last years of the Second Hyperspace War. These undertones of destiny were enough to contextualise a brief silence, thus Barran bowed his head in wordless grace, taking a considerate moment in the rain, offering a meditative demeanour before lifting his head and posture once more. Moving then to salute with his blade before casting it down with a slashing swipe, coincidentally setting his opening stance, exhibiting a visibly-low, forward-leaning guard, a most-risky fighting form to adopt against such an accomplished opponent.

But nothing worthwhile was ever meant to be easy, least of all - challenges against planetary liberators.

'Welcome, Jedi.... Once Shriven I was, but now - you may refer to me as the Bloodhound.'

During their first foray into the Deep Core, the Warlord (along with all the Marauders deployed there with him) would encounter a number of concerns for the future, finding the foundations of defiance in the midst of another Brotherhood victory, and all amid the newly-made ruins of inner-city Cinnegar. Chiefmost of the defiant sort that day would, coincidentally, just so happen to be none other than one Ishida Ashina , standing out as the champion who would step forth to fight the Bloodhound's mentor, pitting the Beskar bite of the Promise against Ishida's white Kyber, an entirely-new sword the Shriven One had forged with entirely-new challengers in mind.

This all occurred just two short years before that night, back before everything changed for the realm, and it's many ambitious Tribes, back when the Mongrel was still alive to wield the sword his student forged for him. The same Greatsword the Bloodhound would go on to wield on that temperate beach, just two years down the line, the same sword on the same planet, against the same lightsaber and the same opponent, marking Barran as the one, new presence in all of it. The one-eyed Woad would become quite aware of this fact before long, and doubly fast when his one remaining eye recognised the face of the one he would be fighting, and by the time her face was associated with the same planet, the Bloodhound realised he was standing before a threat he should have expected.

Retribution was nothing, if not patient in its poise, and his opponent had been preparing to encounter the Mongrel - seeing her rising confidence to see it was just a fledgling Bloodhound instead.

'I was sent away before I could catch your name last time, so I ask.... Who honours my blade, on this night of nights?'

[OOC Note - Again, nothing to contest for this Tommy part, just more flashback interlude to explore a few of yesteryear's tension-points. Still working to draw relevance to the opening of a second Barran/Ashina scorecard. Soundwave is still free to prepare a reply without pressure, and without interruption to the PvP posting order between us.]

AUXILIA
VII

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BATTLEFRONT: G1, MIRAI JAR'KAI,
ASTRISIA, GALACTIC CORE TERRITORIES (903 ABY)

<"How're you getting along, down there?!">
<"Shut up, Batu! I know what I'm doing! Just you worry about YOUR thing, huh?!">
<"Alkh, Brother! Relax! We'll be back, and with an entire host advancing behind us!">
<"You had fething better be back! South flank's counting the most on this now!">
<"Not even a,"Good luck", for your childhood friend?! Come on, Alkh!">
<"No, honestly. I'm glad you boosted that thing, but I got so much work to do now!">
<"Noted, and don't worry. I'll lessen the load before you know it! Batu - out!">
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Sitting in the cockpit of a giant AT-unit, the only thing on the face of that planet with a hull thick enough to survive it's contemporaries on the way out, namely those that formed around the bridge's western entryway, as it would be past them that the giant, four-legged walker would need to traverse. There would be ground aplenty to cover until the eventual contact, however, granting the young gaggle of hijackers little and less in the way of time to learn the intricacies of the walker's onboard cannonry, an issue of which would never be too difficult for the next generation of Tribal tinkerers, advantaged in youth for learning the quiet tricks and pasttimes their parents learned as adults.

Albeit with the knack for invoking their own, generationally-evolved trickery to that effect, and the youth made sure to bring the tools of their trade on deployment to Atrisia, ever the technological opportunists in the candy-shop that was the Galactic Core. Thus their excitement would become much easier for other Keshigs to understand, and with such a large, well-built AT unit considered, it would appear as though the kid was trying to run out the store unobstructed, with the biggest proverbial chocolate bar in sight. Passing the upkeep manual between them as if the blueprint-manifest was found in the wrapping, like some strange answer to a golden ticket that assured the promise of more yet to uncover, even the young sharptooth was almost disbelieving of their luck, though the real struggle certainly awaited round the corner.

'This is it, Drudge! We're in for it n-'
'I can't say it enough, Batu. But kark this callsign, by the way.'
'Then you had better do something wild enough to warrant changing it - thats the only way I know how.'
'Oh! Just you wait, Brother! Just - you - wait! Mark my words, you'll even be the one to retell it.'

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Whilst Batu chuckled within the shell of the engine-cockpit, he could hear Drudge groaning with regret already, nearing a tantrum whilst encased within the confines of the sighting-cockpit; sat directly above him, and with no other room to which he could escape immediately, the only other human aboard would need to stomach the fact his princeling friend could hear every last protestation. But to Batu's credit, he would look kindly on the young vassal's plight, choosing the sympathetic approach instead as he finally calmed down to reply,'You know what? I like that mindset, but truth be told, we're both gonna be needing it soon. Putting it into perspective, we're driving one of the same things that cut off our secondary line of retreat, and where there's smoke...', kindly putting the onus on his friend to ascend his Aspirant status.

'There's fire - fair point, Brother.'
'See what I mean now, Drudge? If you know where, and how to look, you can find opportunities everywhere.'
'Alright.... Well, I suppose its time to tunnel-focus now. Thanks, by the way.'
'Don't mention it, just looking out for Brethren is all.'

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Well-protected though their two-stack cockpit setup was, assured of it's merit with thick, blastproof window-glass, (and with cabled-cage protection against FPV ordnance welded in just beyond the glass itself) there was no way the young Aspirants could ignore the rising pressure to succeed, that nagging, unspoken obligation to prevail against seemingly-insurmountable odds. Both pilot and copilot alike were confident enough to take the risk without complaint, especially after childishly punching at the glass to test the strength of it's depth under impact, making all front-and-center concerns seem trivially low on their growing list of issues by then, leaving nothing else for the youths to endeavour but the roving heist in progress.

Coordinating two quadrants of the same armoured vehicle, difficult though it seemed at the surface, still allowed for the freedom of personal learning and familiarity with the AT-AE Mk.III's inner workings; and with time enough to acclimate (and eventually exploit-) it's onboard switch-equipment, the eventual overrides would be met with raucous acclaim, all roaring approval with each terminal that yielded to their will. Booth by booth, terminal by terminal, overriding and utilising the walker's tracking projections, booting and running the Holoscreen parameters, and just in time to catch a few lock-on pings, approaching from a high, descending altitude.

Whoever had scrambled the starfighter-bombers, unidentified though they remained, had been informed quickly of the developing situation, not that the rogue giant was difficult to miss by then. Even the thieves in question could tell they stood out on the backdrop, a perfect metaphor for the biggest sore thumb in the Galaxy, leaving not a single illusion as to how quickly word could have reached the AT-commander; and in sensing that the officer in question was far from happy about it, the walker's new crew were given more reason to believe the Core-Worlders would work in countering earnest, seemingly desperate to keep such armoured tech out of Mawite hands.

'Drudge, we got bombers inbound!'
'Rotate the top-turret to the front, elevate the barrel as high as you can, and from that position you'll have to predict the bomber's exit-flightpath! I'll see what can be done with mine! Even close misses are enough to consider helpful here!'

Drudge could only acquire lock-on pings from the front, but with the hatch-door wide open behind him, the swarthy youth could hear everything going on amid the turret operators, even hearing their holoplinths ringing out with alarm-bleeps as the turret slowly turned and craned upward. By then the impending impact alarms were ringing out, and with no other way to react, all the young collective could do was brace for eventual impact, testing the giant's armour in the only way they knew how. The young AT-boosters had no other choice, but to their credit of character, all the youths within the giant walker were quite content to go out doing the things that brought them joy, there was nowhere else where they wanted to be.

[BOOOOOOOOOOOM]
[CREEEEeeeee....]
[...eeeeeEEEEEAK]​

An accurare hit, hitting frontside on the left guard-plate for the front-left leg, and detonating with enough force that Drudge's left rotary-cannon was pinned into place, thus only one front-loaded machine gun remained able to spray ion-trails in response. The force of the explosion even turned the AT on a leftward lean, forcing the affected leg to bend it's knee-mechanism to compensate for the sudden, weighted pressure, but when the giant's posture was finally straight again, the fighter bombers that beset them were already evading to come around again. A few misses had resulted in one good impact, but to the expected chagrin of their adversaries, the first impact had rattled against one of the most-difficult to segments to disable in such a manner, thus the roving heist continued.

Continuing, even through the second, and last wave of air-to-ground targeting by these particular pilots, though not without leaving the young Keshigs something to remember them by.

[BOOOOOOOOOOOM]
[SHATTER]​

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-'
'Its Bantha, Drudge! He's hit, and there's glass EVERYWHERE!!!! What do we do n-?'
'STAND FIRM BACK THERE FOR NOW, ORDERS STILL PENDING!!!!'

The shielding held firm, for the most-part, but the force of the impact-detonation was enough to shunt the main gun's side-viewport from above, a blow that hit with such force that the AT's best-protection did little to shield the roof from collapsing in on itself. Though the joists that held the windows in place were made from the same heavy-duty material, it's bandy, thin separator-strips would not be able to aid the thick glass that day, only a sufficiently heavy anvil could meet such a hammer's descent, bringing a short, and sharp end to further destruction. Not that young Bantha would think it a blessing at the time, covered across his entire upper-back with shards of glass, along with the shattered chunks of the aforementioned joists and rounded sill-frame, cutting through the weakest segments of the Hound Armour as if it was little more than paper.

'EYES DOWNSIGHT!!!!'
'On it!'
'On it!'
'Prepaaaaare..... NOW - OPEN FIRE!!!!'

With little time to react to the roaring of starfighter-engines, everyone was needed to remain in place for that one, tiny window of opportunity, and just when it seemed that the bombers would hold straight in the effort to correct altitude, the AT's onboard cannonry would hopefully catch their assailants with flak from below. But for all their bluster in returning-fire as best as they could, the young Aspirants would be met with woe in abundance when both bombers suddenly peeled off, listing out from their straight heading as if they could sense such a response impending, one last addition of insult to injury before setting off to refuel for other high-priority targets.

'And now they're vectoring northwest.... They're done, for now.'
'FETH THIS CHIT!!!!'

[OOC Note - Figured I could turn this heist into a baptism under fire for our young upstarts, upping the stakes for them so I can make this a little more entertaining.]

 

[Junko Ike]

GROUND DEFENSE OF ATRISIA
OBJECTIVE: Continued Defense of Atrisia
LOCATION: Miyoung Iwata's Lab
ALLIES: Vulpesen Xian Xiao Jane Everest Vale Omega Squad
ENEMIES: Franceline Dawer

"Hmm I lost one." Miyoung spoke as she looked up from the screen where she was seated. "One of the altasbreakers went offline." Junko looked at her and raised an eyebrow while she was using the security and assembly AIs to view the city until she found it. A squad of soldiers who had been brought in to help them, friends of Matsu and the silvers which she had been on the council for were helpful. They were moving around and doing things better in the shadows of the city. She debated and mentally weighed the ideas of it being damaged or them being unsure how to use it vs other things and mostly didn't get mad... annoyed maybe it was a big asset in the field and city able to protect.... but she wasn't going to get angry or mad, that annoyance was reserved for the ones throwing things at their walls. "We'll handle it as needed, the glydrs will break it down and get a boost or the reconstructors working to clear debris will handle it." She said it and Miyoung looked at her with a nod of her head while she was checking on things. "We have other news happening... mostly across the city. The reinforcements continue to mobilize and come in expansion districts are being worked on slowly and once they have the towers they will be able to saturate the bridge and any enemy forces there. Orbital snipers are reporting continued target rich environments as more and more are being thrown around. The gentoku trains are also arriving in the city with more reinforcements." Junko smirked to that, the lines for the trains were not on the bridge which only helped them as it moved upwards. Her attention to more of the details on the map as people were moving. "How does the hospital look?" She said it and Barca was giving a tactical overview to it. "Forces are moving around, the com channels calling it a temple only downplays it so most of the buildings are being untouched while they focus on the areas dedicated to the force healers. Which keeps the more advanced medical equipment running for injuries. THe stardust can keep healing our soldiers." Junko gave a nod of her head to that when she wanted to see a little more on the map. "We'll just continue to hold up and hold out here. Far-casting systems are still online for movement around the city so we can start using that to move squads to grouped areas."

Unchou and Rei looked at the woman as she spoke and she shrugged. "If what you are saying is true then the safest place to be would be in the underground areas like most of the people. If more surrendered we could offer them much the same at one of the bunkers the Alliance cleared out to get the people killed in the streets." She said it while she was looking over the map and the sounds of the trains arriving with more came. Others were taking off with injured and supplies. "Take aa seat." She saaid it while offering less looks Rei heading to get a chair though off to the side when the materia shifted to make it form out of the floor of the road. "I can promise you this, much better down here then up there. Those warbeaasts are no joke and usually we have to handle them with cruisers." He said it as the majokai were still moving around the open area of the spire finding places and forces. He offered only a hand and some more water. "Plus, you did want to meet someone in charge. The other would be the princess and then the Sansin of the city and after that generals." He made a quick look at the map and pointed out the icons near the walls second barrier with others. "The Friendfire ones would be less welcoming of you then we are, after the last invaders took and killed their kid. Well they got the title for a reason." He said it before Chujo was moving to meet the newest from the train. Official royal soldiers as their armors gleamed. "Have the engineers begin reinforcements and denial. Get the heavies to secure the gates. They will be able to coordinate with the Metsuka on the other side of the bridge and we'll have a narrow area filled with a lot of dead enemies. Orbital snipers are adjusting positions for the best shots as are the Kyushi fighters ascending from no-mans land." Rei stayed there for Franceline when he had more food and a medical kit. The one who had been there heading towards one of the waterway entrances as her body shifted. "There will be more from Raijin coming, the news of the attack was there but swimming up the rivers takes longer." She said it and slipped into the water as her legs fused into a fun. "So." He looked at the woman offering a little of the food. "Don't suppose I can convince you to do the whole defect and give us intel. As you said if you had attacked it would be better so I don't think whoever is ordering this cares about you. We at least have healthcare and our cities are made to withstand orbital bombardment from fleets." He said it with a grin on his face. "We also have holiday pay and an empresses who shares her booze."

Kenzo continued to watch as she could see information from their arriving units. Sasori's were massive and she knew from experience that... that was barely a fraction of what it had made. Just kept on hand as it was releasing gunships to reinforce the carriers. Protecting them was not as essential they were pressed against the shield itself above for the top protection and the underside was loaded with turrets for anti fighters and bombardment. It gave them a good protection profile when they were enveloping areas in layered shielding. "Hmmm the Chi-Oni are in rare form." The older woman said it, the Stormcloud general was known from her fighting but she commanded the largest forces in the North. Her storm blue grey armor gleaming before she tapped to coordinate many of her units who had been moving to secure entrypoints to the smart roads. Providing more logistical supports as well as being able to use the bunkers to reinforce it as they could protect and return people who had been dragged out by the Alliance to be evacuated in a warzone. "We'll secure the tracks for the trains, give our forces movement through the city and the armored guns will provide mobile heavy support. With Sthe tanks and riders we can move through and control the streets ward by ward." There were nods of agreement as the line of Iron mongers had advanced forward, a solid mass of the heavier shard droids that were higher then most, packed with weapons and directed to protect Atrisian forces with droid precision for their shots. Kenzo could see the massive siege platform was set up at the wall acting to blockade and guard many more aspects of it. The senkaku was there and it stood in the middle of an open area for a moment. Their bodies looked lithe for the moment and then they were transforming.. their body gaining a heavy amount of mass and height until they were standing tall near the wall with a more serene look. The legends of them on Atrisian being gods might be overblown but they certainly knew how to make an entrance as one slammed a hand down onto a small group of soldiers in the streets. The imperials surprised as these giants were able to pick up and toss over the walls into the chasm below. The Ta-wa-ka were there as they were known to be worse.. the roars coming from the throat of several as the woman morphed. They were mythosaurs or at least something of them at one point and now they stood there as massive beasts. The Yofukashi seemed to pause as a symbol of their people appeared in the streets charging Imperial lines. "Well that will give a little fire to some others." Kenzo said it when she could see more and more chimes of arriving forces were there. Mobilization was designed for steps over all at once.

Royal Military x
Assault Corps x
Heavy Fighters x
Jade Screamers x
Metsuka x
Yofukashi x
Yovshin Swordsmen x
Xianghua Initiative x
Dorīmugādo x
Burakkugādo x
Wukong: x
Iron Monger x
Jadeite Jedi Units x
Onna x
Sibsi N Sanilër For'ta Nidan x
Kiliean Matriarchy x
Majokoi x
Tokusatsu Class Combat Biots x
Kabaneri MK. V x
Taeki x
Chi-Oni x
Kyushi x
Umanushi x
Longshot War Droid x
Glydr Class War Droid x
Cerberus War Droids x
Senkaku x
Ta-Wa-Ka x

 

[Darth Bellum]

BELLUM CONTRA OMNES

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| Location | Jar'Kai, Atrisia​

| Purpose | War​

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Debris, sparks, rubble - all were cut clean through with brutal ferocity, every swing of Fellsong a pendulum of death threatening to let its final toll sound. When the Sith Lord cleaved through a speeder that got in his way, the ensuing explosions and flames burst in a violent explosion as the Kiffar protected himself from the ensuing heat and pain, obscuring the Sith juggernaut momentarily. Flames twisted and bent as if subjugated to the will of another, wreathing the Lord of War's figure as he stepped through the blaze, unfazed. Fellsong cleaved horizontally through the flames, now alight with ravenous flames, arcing upward before coming down like a guillotine.​

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The blade came down with a thunderous crash, the Kiffar barely avoiding its lethal sentence. He wrenched the blade free as his opponent attempted to blast him at close range, the blade forcing the more nimble opponent back on the defensive as he was sent flying backward. He held the blade high as if to cleave the very heavens in half as his hollow gaze fell on the Jedi as they got their bearings, his blade slowly lowering down to his side with his posture open, as if to welcome the Jedi to try again. Beneath the tattered veil that concealed his lower face his jaw slackened as his horrid voice spoke, slowly advancing forward as the flames that engulfed his silhouette fizzled into nothing.​

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"You lack the will and desire to defeat me boy. Your conviction lacks the necessary strength to ever fathom to best me. I am no mere Sith; no mortal that suffers the weakness of flesh. I am more than an emodiment of destruction... I am what the Galaxy forged me into over a hundred years of hatred, pain and suffering, tempered by the Dark Sides power and desire... "​

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" I am War. "​

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His free hand lifted to tear the veil to reveal his grotesque features in its entirety - a monster that had no place in the Galaxy, yet despite its best efforts to put it down, continued to thrive amidst the wars that consumed the very stars. The monster's jaw cracked and shifted into what could only be described as the Lord of War's attempt at a haunting smile,​

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"And what hope does a mere boy have to stand against war?"
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Bellum slammed Fellsong into the ground, a whorl of shadows forming around where it was embedded as it began to sink into the void. The Lord of War spread wide his arms as if to welcome or embrace the Jedi. His head cracked to the side as his cold, dead eyes locked onto Kyric's.​

Kyric

 

[Shinzou Ashina]

[ Theme ]

Shinzou Ashina

| Location | Jar'Kai , Atrisia​

| Objective | No Mercy for the Dark​

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Shinzou blade met the Mongrel's who had been quick to catch onto the Ashina's deceptive opening attack. Metal clashed against metal as Shinzou was quick to adjust the blade's angle so that it didn't shatter against his opponent's, sparks flying as they edge skidded along theirs, shifting his stance off to the side. He spoke with a sarcastic coyness in his voice as he responded to his opponent's critique, "Careful not to take your eye off me for too long friend. I promise you won't get a chance to see the next trick if you do." ​

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His colorful robes fluttered as he quickly twisted his body to avoid the incoming downward slash, kicking his leg off the ground to give himself a boost of momentum to vault over the blade and his opponent. Through the colorful flashes of his robes, a brief glint of silver appeared to twirl from his belt; the hilt of a lightsaber as it swiftly flew into Shinzou's off hand. A flash of cerulean light burst forth as he swung now with both katana and saber parallel to one another and the ground, as he spoke in a tearse tone, ​

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"Just a man of no consequence." ​

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A name was only worth mentioning if it would be remembered. No point in telling it to a man he intended to kill.​

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St. Thomas Barran ​

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[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
GREAT WALL PARAPETS
JAR'KAI

Ronhar couldn't help but be impressed by the height achieved by the exploding IAAT/R's Railgun Cannon.

The tank had blow up in a spectacular fashion, sending bits of scorched metal cascading across the battlefield. The vehicle's Railgun in particular had nearly reached orbit with the velocity it had achieved after being blown skyward, and Ronhar wasn't sure when and where exactly it was going to land.

As impressive a sight as it was, the tank's destruction spelled nothing but bad news for Ronhar and his forces. Ever since the Empire began its armored thrust, Ronhar's men had been hard pressed to repel them from the city parapets. The fact that Ronhar's reinforcements had been delayed by automated defenses wasn't helping either.

The remaining IAAT/R continued to engage the various armored forces that the Empire had deployed, firing its main cannon at the nearest available target. A faint hum could be heard as the tank's NZ ER-1 Electrothermal Railgun began to charge, and the very atmosphere itself seemed to crack as the cannon fired, sending a massive hunk of steel downrange at incredible speed. The projectile just barely missed its intended victim before slamming into the ground, sending a group of hapless Empire stormtroopers flying throughout the air.

Elsewhere, the rest of the Imperial Remnant forces continued to engage the enemy to the best of their abilities. The TIE Walkers dueled the enemy gunships for control of the sky, the AT-AAWs supported the IAAT/R against the remaining enemy armor and the AT-MAPs continually rained hell upon the advance Empire troops, reducing them to little more than puddles of melted slag.

Still, it wouldn't be enough to stem the tide.

As the Empire's onslaught continued unabated, Ronhar could tell that they were loosing the battle. He could see breaching teams setting up against the base of the walls, and he knew it was only a matter of time before they entered the city. As he squeezed off a couple more blaster shots from his ZB-41 Heavy Blaster Rifle, nailing a few more enemy stormtroopers dead, his thoughts turned to his trump card: the lone AT-SG that he had managed to deploy inside the city proper.

Despite his best efforts, the walker still had yet to reach the walls he was fighting on. Not that it would matter if it had, as the breaching teams had already gotten inside the walker shield range. Still, Ronhar now had a new consideration to think about, that being whether or not he should order the walker to deploy its shield anway.

Doing so or not both had pros and cons. If he ordered the walker to activate its deployable shield, it would prevent the Empire's artillery from supporting its troops once they broke through the walls, helping to even the odds against the incoming enemy horde. Conversely, that would mean any support that Ronhar requested against them would be similarly ineffective, impacting harmlessly against the AT-SG's defensive shield.

On the other hand, if he didn't tell the walker to deploy its shield, his men would remain vulnerable to aerial and artillery strikes, though the same would be true of the advancing Empire forces. Ronhar wouldn't even be surprised if the Empire deliberately targeted their own men to cause maximum damage to his own formation.

As tempting a thought as that was, Ronhar decided that the lives of his men were more important.

"Driver! Get that shield up, now!", Ronhar ordered of the AT-SG.

The walker complied, halting its movement halfway between the city's inner and outer walls. For a moment the metal behemoth seemed quiet, almost as if it was deciding what it should do next. Then...

FFFWWOOOOOM!

A massive beam of condensed plasma energy erupted from the middle of the walker, seemingly intent on travel upwards as much as it possible could. After a certain distance, the beam of plasma began to fan out in circular shape, before settling all around the walker itself and the Imperial Remnant forces underneath it. While it hadn't quite reached the outer walls, it at least would provide the troops inside the outer and inner walls some protection, and any advancing enemy troops would either have to go directly through the shield or waste time trying to get around it.

Still, it wasn't as if Ronhar was particularly pleased about this turn of events. Any breach in the outer walls, no matter how seemingly small or inconsequential, could easily shift the tide of battle should the enemy be able to exploit it. And despite the bravery of Ronhar's troops, it was starting to look like that might just happen.

Of course, if Ronhar could just hold on for a bit longer until reinforcements arrive, the momentum of the fighting could change quite rapidly in his favor. That "staying alive" part was, however, going to be more than a bit tricky for him.

Ronhar's musing were cut short by the sound of more explosives, these quite close to his current location. It seemed that the Empire had finally made their way through the first layer of city defenses. Unfortunately for them, those weren't the only ones protecting the city from their incoming attack....

TAGS
Kroeger
St. Thomas Barran
Darth Bellum
Dark Forces
Franceline Dawer
Kasan Osera
Daro Kilaeon
Zark San Tekka
Corin Kaze
Wedge Draav
Laphisto

 

[Aselia Verd]

Armor: [X]
Armament: Full List
Allies: TSO & Allies
Objective: Imperial March

The motion on her HUD caught Aselia's attention first a faint distortion, not Imperial, not one of hers. The sensor array filtered it automatically, mapping faint life readings through the smoke and rain. Human. Female. Force signature active, unstable, fluctuating like a storm trying to contain itself.

Her visor shifted focus, lenses narrowing to compensate for the haze. Through the smoldering street, she saw her blue cloak torn, sword in hand, the edges of her aura flickering like embers refusing to die. The woman stood amid ruin, surrounded by the aftermath of violence not unlike Aselia's own making.

The Mandalorian paused, one armored silhouette amid the downpour. The rain hissed off her crimson plates, pooling around her boots as she studied the stranger.

A Jedi.

Or something close enough to one.

Her buy'ce adjusted its focus again, analyzing gait, breathing rate, residual plasma heat from the weapon. Whoever she was, she'd killed recently and efficiently. Not Imperial work. Not random slaughter. Controlled fury barely held in check.

She could almost feel the conflict radiating from the woman, even through the storm. It wasn't unfamiliar.

Aselia didn't speak. Not yet. She lowered her disruptor slightly not in surrender, but in silent recognition. The HUD tagged the woman's position, updating her tactical feed automatically as she turned back toward the fires ahead.

Jar'Kai still burned. The Empire was still here. There would be time enough for questions later if either of them lived that long.

With a faint flex of her gauntlet, Aselia's jetpack flared once, propelling her forward into motion. She passed through the edge of the ruined street, scanning for Imperial movement, crimson visor cutting through the dark.

She didn't look back

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TAG: Reina Daival

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[Reina Daival]

Tag: Aselia Verd
Outfit

She didn't have the benefit of a HUD. No equipment or technology to help her find her way through the streets. No armour to protect her from the elements. All she had was herself and her sword. Not even a Lightsaber. Just a vibroblade, coated in the blood of her enemies. But were they truly her enemies? She had been the one who had inserted herself into this battle. Reina could have left. She could have went with Ayame and gotten far away from this. But she had chosen this. The blood. The pain. The killing. As much as she said she wanted to stay away from it, that she wanted to be noble, she couldn't stop herself. It was a part of her.

It wasn't something she could dwell on for long. The Mandalorian was already using their jetpack to move ahead and if Reina lagged behind any longer, she'd have to sprint. The city was still burning. People were still screaming. And through it all, Reina still had a job to do. There were still people she had to find. It was more than likely too late for her to evacuate them, if they were this far into the city. They'd have to hunker down. Wait for things to calm down and find a way off world that way.

Reina had to kick herself into gear. Wake herself up. This was a city that was burning. She couldn't put it out herself, not when she contributed so much to the flames of war already...but she could at least try to take brunt of it. Hurrying along the path to follow the Mandalorian, keeping the vibroblade held at her side.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

: Means written/typed communication : < Means Sign Language communication >

 

[Zark San Tekka]

THE SPIRE
JAR'KAI
Kasan Osera Kylass Starhaven Corin Kaze Ko Vuto Laphisto
Franceline Dawer Michael Barran Daro Kilaeon Kyric Matsu Ike

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"May the Force be with you, Mask One."

The inscrutable Jedi's frozen gaze lingered on sealed skydock turbolifts. Only the Force could judge the old Empire's crimes on Ilum and it was not part of his Code to hold grudges. Even if Barran survived this battle there wasn't much of an Order left to place him on trial. Striking an unarmed man down was the greater injustice than showing him mercy.

Reports filtered in of reinforcements from across the planet mobilizing to descend on Jar'Kai even if Atrisia's ultimate fate was to be decided in the heavens above. Master Zark remained silent while his gauntlets manipulated the strategic holotable's controls. Trails of digital smoke leaked crimson like blood seeping from a fresh wound.

"The Great Wall has been breached," he interpreted the raw data as it streamed in, "Even if we can hold the Imperial walkers near the bridge, it will cost us our armor support. We just need a little more time."

He left unspoken the grim realization that his old friend Qiao Fang who fought to slow the Imperial siege down was probably dead. If Jar'Kai lost its shields then air superiority would follow and even if Jedi strike teams somehow managed to disable their superweapon this new Empire would still be free to launch wave after wave of fresh stormtroopers until they razed the city.

"Anchorites."

He summoned the Dragon of Ashina's honor guard. These were some of the most promising students to survive the legendary School of the Carp. Trained by swordmasters in the Hebo Mountains they were experts in close quarters combat. The Hirata Estate granted the most faithful armor like the scales Zark wore. They wielded a mixture of vibro-arbir blades, electro-bisentos, vibro-voulges, and electro-chain whips.

"Ascension hooks," he walked back to the skydock's edge.

Tethered cables were fired over the Spire's edge and the anchorites hooked themselves up. San Tekka raised an arm and clenched his fist in a signal for them to proceed. One by one they leapt off, rappelling down in a long bounding stride. He turned back to look at the command post and all the senior officers gathered still looking to him for what to do next.

"May the Force be with you all."

Zark saluted them with his lightsaber and stepped backwards off the Spire. He let gravity take care of the rest until the Jedi Master reached a little more than halfway down. Then he plunged his energy blade into thick duracrete. Melting slag bubbled off the cloudscraper every once in a while ejecting sparks straight onto his leering oni mask.

When instincts told him that his descent was slowed enough the old man kicked off into a backflip. Ignoring all the distractions around him Zark could feel the Force's touch slowing him just enough during that final drop that when his boots struck pavement the impact sent a jolt of pain through his spine but failed to break his legs.

Broken glass crunched underneath his feet when Zark strode into the Spire's occupied lobby.

"Lay down your weapons and surrender."

He calmly ordered the building full of hostile stormtroopers. The Force was his ally but the Hirata anchorites landing outside were ready to die for the Dragon.

Spoiler: Summary

• All remaining walkers in the city are rerouted to the breach near the bridge gate for a final stand until reinforcements from other Atrisian provinces arrive in full force.
• Neo-Imperial shock troops operating under command designation Mask One descend the Spire via turbolifts to hold the shield generators for as long as possible.
• Master San Tekka and his Ashina honor guard descend to ground level from outside the Spire in a flanking maneuver. Prepare for a Luke Skywalker/Darth Vader corridor kill horror sequence.

 

[Daro Kilaeon]

TAGS
ALLIES: Kasan Osera / Darth Bellum / Kroeger / St. Thomas Barran / Sahar
ENEMIES: Junko Ike / Zark San Tekka / Michael Barran / Laphisto
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I didn't even see the store vendor before he fired on the squad leader, but as the blast rang out I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around to see him already falling to the floor. So had the squad leader. For a long, anxious moment I thought she was dead, until she started to rise up. I sighed, but could hardly release my pent up anxiety, I turned around sweeping the corridor with the barrel of my blaster, checking for movement, heart racing. Nothing stirred, but I feared whoever else was in here with us would pull the same kind of trick and catch us unaware. These Atrisians... disciplined fierce to defend their homes... I might act the same if someone came to my level of Coruscant. Of course, the Empire hadn't needed to march its soldiers all the way down to the Underworld when it took Galactic City.

It didn't take long for the squad leader to be back in action. As fast as she'd gone down she was back up, pinging our holomaps. I guess that was why she was squad leader. Tough felt like an understatement when I saw the huge, black char mark on the side of her helmet. She pointed at me, no doubt because I was already ahead of the rest of the squad. I prayed that it looked like I was taking initiative, and not just further ahead because I was running away faster.

"TK-5150," Kasan said, pointing at Daro Kilaeon Daro Kilaeon , "you take point."

"Ye... yes ma'am!" I turned back once more to the looming hallway before us, and took a step, then another, perhaps compelled by the small vote of confidence from the squad leader, more likely because I was scared as hell, and when you're going through Hell, stopping is as good as dying.

I swept my rifle from one side of the hall to the other with each storefront we passed. Some looked like they had been closed prior to the invasion, others looked hastily evacuated from. The whole building shook, and even through thick duracrete walls I could hear the sounds of the explosions out in the city as the Empire laid waste to whatever it could between the powerful defenses of Jar'Kai fighting back. A sudden ping made my heart jump, my whole nervous system on high alert, until I realized a moment later that it was my commlink. I opened the line to garble and static.

<...zztt Ground floor... position... lost... brrzz Jedi! Vhrooosh AAAGHHH> the staticky scream rang through my helmet, and I froze in fear. That noise on the other end... I could hear it... a whirring and whooshing, followed by screams of dying men. The comm line remained open, even as its owner thumped to the floor, many following him. The sound of visceral chaos continued, until blaster fire defeated it, and I closed my commlink. That Jedi was carving them up down there. There was no telling how many more were above us... and if the entrance had been lost...

"Ma'am, we're boxed in." I stopped and turned to the squad leader, despair in my voice... doubt, doubt about it all, showing through. "I think there's a Jedi taking out our rear, ground floor. We're trapped, aren't we?" I explained to the squad leader, stifling my urge to cry out that we were all about to die by the sword of a Jedi terrorist...

 

[Kasan Osera]

Location: Atrisia III, Jar'Kai, The Spire - 6th Floor
Enemy Forces: Zark San Tekka
Nearby Allies: Daro Kilaeon
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Spoiler: tl;dr Action Summary

• Kasan prepares to attempt to blow a hole in the Spire's outer wall
• She orders Daro Kilaeon to cover her and keep watch

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"I think there's a Jedi taking out our rear, ground floor. We're trapped, aren't we?"

"Cut the chatter, 5150," Kasan ordered, "and switch to a secondary channel."

Yes, was what she'd wanted to say. Yes, we're utterly fethed, and almost certainly all going to die. Maybe they would die when the Jedi came up the stairs and diced them all into neat little pieces with his laser sword. Maybe they would die when the walkers that'd just breached the Great Wall took down the shields, and the battle station up above opened fire on Jar'Kai. Maybe they would die when the Imperial invasion failed, they all had to surrender, and the Atrisians marched them out in batches to face the wall. One way or another, though, they were done for.

But Kasan was stubborn to a fault; she'd had to be in order to survive the rough back streets of the City of Dreams. She'd been in more than one fight where she'd been beaten utterly black and blue, bones broken, blood flowing... but had simply refused to give up, refused to let her body or her spirit quit on her. Her worthless ex-boyfriend, father of her daughter, had assumed she'd be so grateful for the shelter and financial support he'd provided that he could basically own her, make her his little domestic doll. She hadn't given in to that, either. She'd kept going alone.

Even when it seemed impossible. Even when it was painful. Even when it cost her almost everything.

So Kasan told Daro Kilaeon to put a lid on it, and she switched the channel - no longer listening to the screams of the troopers in the lobby or any other segment of the Spire as they were pinned down and cut apart. Maybe the Jedi would be up here among them in seconds. Some of them could move lightning fast, she'd heard, and the sixth floor wasn't so far for a lightning-fast man to reach. But maybe, just maybe, they had a little time... time enough to do something that might just matter. And if there was even a sliver of a chance, she wasn't going to lay down and accept defeat.

She would meet anything that stood between her and getting home to Tala on her own two feet.

The squad rounded a corner, and the outer wall of the Spire loomed up in front of them - an end to the corridor, with a flower shop on one side and a pet store on the other. Kasan had always wanted to be able to get Tala a pet - a Loth-cat, maybe, or something similarly small and furry. She tried not to think about how confused and terrified the animals in their display cages must be. Why would that even occur to her, when she'd just shot and killed several people? There was no room for sympathy for anyone or anything. It was a hard, cruel galaxy...

... and she needed to survive it by any means necessary.

"Cover me," she ordered 5150, hurrying over to the wall. "You," she said, pointing at the last of the heavy weapon troopers still with the squad, "give me charges, rockets, whatever you've got. We need to punch as big a hole in this wall as we possibly can." This was a pretty desperate scrap of a plan, but it was all she had. If they could knock out a shield generator, one of the bubbles on the outside of the Spire, that might open the way for some fire support... or at least cause one hell of a distraction. Maybe enough to reach - or steal - some kind of evac.

She'd been through demolitions training. Not a lot of it, but she didn't need to be too precise... right?

"Call it out if you see contact," Kasan said. And hope it's not a Jedi...

 

[Junko Ike]

GROUND DEFENSE OF ATRISIA
OBJECTIVE: Continued Defense of Atrisia
LOCATION: Miyoung Iwata's Lab
ALLIES: Vulpesen Xian Xiao Jane Everest Vale Omega Squad
ENEMIES:
"Princess, this is Unchou in the works. We have been monitoring the situation and have some news." THe voice came through as Junko was looking at what they had here. Her screen was coming while Miyoung continued to converse with her computers... more information going through the twin droids and the screens that were there. They weren't finished but her computers were important for some of the plans that they had been developing. "Proceed." Junko said it while looking at what they had in the field now as the citizens were developing the tactical means from their taskmasters implants and the Atrisian weapons converted raw matter and debris into more power and ammo. Junko was looking at a few other parts of it as they could use the converters. "We'll make some more atlasbreakers, get them on the ground and deployed. Reinforce where needed while Kenzo continues to go for the bridge and use more information from Chitai for the planetary back up systems."She said it and had more to look at... there was always more plans as Phaidor was there with aa look at her. "You know this coms chatter is... interesting. We might have to coordinate out there some more or at least we are going to have to make pamphlets about kazue and many of the materials here on the planet. These people aare.... weird and not the fun kind of weird like when you bet Barca she can't drink more then all of the Otachi combined." That got a few chuckles as she looked voer it. "We'll be able to organize the soldiers arriving from the trains to come out in sections of the city. The Spire is housing a lot of people and the ones not in the bunker are all trained so we'll let them maintain in there for now. The reinforcements will be needed to secure with the warbeasts." She knew they would be able to organize more as the walkers would get a place as they moved from the wall to the expansion to the gates of the bridge. It was slower going but if they secured it properly then they would be better able to secure places.

Kenzo continued to watch it on the screens. Unchou was providing them a series of trains bringing people out of the city. THe bunkers were largely successful unless they had been damaged to evacuate the people endangering them. A design flaw they would have to work on surely... maybe like many things genetic marker locks would be needed with the biometrics. The additional units that were coming in provided them with a number of reinforcements. The Onna had begun marching through as they got closer. Their bears vicious as it towered over some of the empires walkers before they were falling onto them. She knew the Onna by reputation more then sight... yovshin who had been exiled, darker figures who believed in assassination over their own honor... which had a place she knew but they were always willing to kill for whoever paid. THey were now moving here as the silver armor gleamed and theirr xianghua were vicious.... but she understood the danger of it. A military indoctrinating force users to use all of their power in a large scale attack was an impressive and dangerous aspect before the first shouts could be heard. More volleys from the orbital snipers allowed them to make headway. THe bridge as Unchou was reporting from her end and the expanse of it served them in many more ways. THey would be able to push across and through parts of it. "The Onna are dangerous to us but more so to their enemies... though intelligence gathering is not going to be easy if they stab everything or their things eat it." The Chi-Oni were assembling at the expansion gates as the sounds of the turrets were being done. Walkers at the walls and edge of the bridge to better push as they would want to. "At least we have a plan." She said it while feeding the information to Unchou and the pricness. They would have the reinforcements of the Kyushi there soon enough as the districts were being secured first. No reason to leave an open area forr a squad to remain and be a problem laterr on.

Junko continued to watch more of it. There were soldiers moving through the spire on all sides, aattacks there and the lightsworn with their jedi were making a lovely mess of things but it would serve in most cases. A distraction as needed there drawing attention which took it away from well everything. "Continue the works that we are working on. I want as many people in the city to report in and regroup. Outfit them with fresh equipment, give them more fire support and fresh soldiers from the trains. The spire houses many more people then they have and we can afford to lose generators there. The power is staying on thanks to chitai." THe kanamara were set up, the enhaced works that they had done and switching over often enough would allow the need of it. She was watching the security cameras of the Spire while checking on things. one squad drawing a little interest as they were setting up it looked like for heavier weapons. Her eyes gleaming when she spoke. "Use far-casting system, send a heavy fighter squad to intercept." It was the one she had seen before who refused to surrender. She could have stopped her... likely saved some people but it would also have stopped them from getting to the generators to produce more atlasbreakers for the defense. Nari spoke while she was there and looked. "Make sure the squad has a Sanzang with them to intercept those missiles." The heavies were made for that and the internal klaxon for the Spire was going as Junko watched the ripple. The displacement of energy when the far-caster was built around warping tech to teleport as needed... in this case depositing a suit fo the heavy power armor within sight of Kasan Osera while a look would show the battleframe power armor. THickly armored before it locked itself forward with a barricade of the thick plating. The snare battery turning on as an invisible barrier of the pressor field for a moment. THey didn't need to open fire as they were armored compared to the citizens. SHielding gleaming off the armor now that the trains from the gentoku were there.

Royal Military x
Assault Corps x
Heavy Fighters x
Jade Screamers x
Metsuka x
Yofukashi x
Yovshin Swordsmen x
Xianghua Initiative x
Dorīmugādo x
Burakkugādo x
Wukong: x
Iron Monger x
Jadeite Jedi Units x
Onna x
Sibsi N Sanilër For'ta Nidan x
Kiliean Matriarchy x
Majokoi x
Tokusatsu Class Combat Biots x
Kabaneri MK. V x
Taeki x
Chi-Oni x
Kyushi x
Umanushi x
Longshot War Droid x
Glydr Class War Droid x
Cerberus War Droids x
Senkaku x
Ta-Wa-Ka x

 

[St. Thomas Barran]

DUELLING TAGS
Friend: N/A
Foe: Shinzou Ashina Kito

WARPOSTING TAGS
Friend: Dark Forces Kasan Osera Darth Bellum
Kroeger Daro Kilaeon
Foe: Zark San Tekka Corin Kaze Wedge Draav Vulpesen Laphisto

Ira Dei
VIII

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1 MILE EAST OF THE SPIRE, MIRAI JAR'KAI,
ATRISIA, CORE WORLD TERRITORIES (903 ABY)

'HA!!!! Well-played, I like it, but.... If only the dead agreed, as killing you assures we meet again - an' vice versa.'
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With his off-hand, the one-eyed Woad called on his curved sabre-hilt, letting the half-bled, autumnal orange Kyber come to light in response to that of his Atrisian counterpart, meeting his opponent's two-blade form with one of his own. But just like he had in combat recently, the Khan was opting to control his Lightsaber with telekinetic Force-control methods instead, running counter to the disadvantages of second-blade usage with Greatswords of Chantress' design; and perhaps, with enough suchlike single-combat encounters, Barran would stand a real chance of perfecting a method that was quickly showing signs of improvement already.

Just as it had before his great leaps into Jar'Kai's inner city, the Mawite Makashi would levitate from the palm of St. Thomas' hand, floating in a listing, rightward drift until it rested in the air above the right shoulder, and there it pointed directly at the Khan's intended opponent. Poised like a Droch, with stinger at the ready, the only thing left to supplement it's intended use was to envision it's tandem dance, swaying cohesively with Songsteel as it's partner. Then once more, Barran's feet began to dance a little between hemispheric-dominance stances, shifting almost whimsically between orthodox and southpaw before settling with the latter for pivot-foot preference.

'Fate works in many mysterious ways, my fellow Hound. Food for thought.... Now, AGAIN!!!!'

[OOC Note - AWhatever can be done on Soundwave's end, I don't mind. We can coordinate together as to what can be arranged, via,"Onscreen/Offscreen/Round2", matters. There is opportunity for Round2 hype down the line, this I know for a fact. There's a distinct Kurosawa vibe I'm enjoying with this, and I'll surely keep Shinzou in Tommy's mind as the main map-game arc progresses.]

AUXILIA
VIII

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BATTLEFRONT: G1, MIRAI JAR'KAI,
ASTRISIA, GALACTIC CORE TERRITORIES (903 ABY)

'Right then, Ulusar! Best move aside and help move this table into place.'
'The kark is that thing, man?'
'Well, its nothing official, making it silly to expect an SH line-number - and there's reason for that.'
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Just in time for the next expected wave of counteroffensive attacks, Arrutar had finally returned with heavier weaponry, and after seeing that some of the remaining War Skiffs were holding particularly-slim chokepoint, Glare could not help but think that his closest subordinate had gone above and beyond the calling in his absence. The Zabrak had already promised himself that he would reward acts of initiative in his battalion, and with the Tiantangan considered, he knew this would be needed to grow their battalions into full-scale companies within the 3rd Mawsworn. This was the one and only thing remaining that remained of his life before the Khanate, the only thing of Coreheart PMC that was compatible with the Mawsworn Auxilia, as presence of mind was always an attribute that carried collectives of the sort to newfound glories.

If the radicalized Zabrak was to prove his worth, to a collective in which he could give his full, and devoted belief, then he would need to make the Brigade's perpetual right flank into a thing of warfighting wonder, easier said than done with the stock his Darkhan had taken it upon himself to recruit. Presuming they would survive long enough to enact such plans, Uun would have his handpicked elements become his clique of squad-level coordinators, overseeing the development of cohesion and Tier-1 operating tactics; but Glare knew he would need to take it all one day at a time after that, especially with that day in particular taking up every last morsel of willpower, testing everyone around him.

'If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was a bastardized hybrid, but replicated for troop-consistency.'
'Correct! Looks like it doesn't even know what it is, be it a rifle, a burst-fire LMG-'
'Understandable.... Tusken stock, A280 frame, and both are just about as ancient as each other.'
'Just wait 'til you hear 'em firing, Ulusar. You'll feel like you slipped back six-hundred years or so.'

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Laying the rifle across the table, and with Arrutar following seconds later, the settings could be tinkered and switched more-devotedly; and the Nomad would do exatly that, even switching over from repeating to burst-fire, fully anticipating the need to negate double-tap requirements. The Tiantangan would even note,'Some prefer it semi-auto, but for me, I like it too. Its good for catching stragglers - though it would be counterproductive to rely on it here. I'm sure you'll agree.', to which his Zabrak superior nodded in reply, and with calm humility in his standing demeanour, much to the appreciative surprise of the otherwise-disaffected Arrutar.

'Ulusar.... Tangoes inbound.'
'Good spotting.'

<"All units - pick targets and prepare to fire on my mark.">

[OOC Note - Time for some Stalingrad action in G1's northern subsector, Temple defenders can close out with some action if they still have the muse for it.]

 

[Junko Ike]

GROUND DEFENSE OF ATRISIA
OBJECTIVE: Continued Defense of Atrisia
LOCATION: Miyoung Iwata's Lab
ALLIES: Vulpesen Omega Squad
ENEMIES: Enemy Forces

THe screens and cities AI continued to monitor information as it was being fed to them. THe spire remained under attack with forces going through the narrow corridor of streets the massive war beasts were leaving open. It allowed for filtering as droids converged to the rooftops with soldiers. The cerberus units locking themselves into place as they started firing into the central areas with soldiers. Reinforcements from the gentoku train lines were able to move as the biot tubes that had been started before the attack were releasing a batch of new fresh biots to aid them. THey were far-casting in units from the wall as heaavier armor moved through the streets, the fighters converting to walker mode to patrol with them. "We have confirmation the Kyushi forces have reached the mountains base. Thhey are investigating for whatever platforrm is supposed to be being used to make breeches near the hospital." Barca said it as she pulled up showing the Kyushi forces swarming from No Mans Laand around the massive mountain that Jar'kai was located on and they were starting to move up on ascension cabless with heavy walkers. The gravity levelers so that they would be able to move and engage. "Chi-Oni forces are converging." Kiraano said it while she was using the display and showed Sitharia's transponder as her group of fighters werre moving along the bridge to meet the larger group approaching from the other side. With central areas of the bridge under fire from the turret towers on either side to soften them up. "There are kappa moving up and across." The tide was there as Thuria said it looking over some of the information with a faster moving swarm. "THey have the latest armor needed and will be able to jump the gap." She said it while they were smart and leaping from the wall towards the city itself. The kilometer gap as their armors repulsors let them adjust while augmented with the cities AI to bring them and adjust. THey could join their companion soldiers.

"Report Kenzo." She said it as the image of the Cathar with the generals was there and she seemed more amused in the armor then anything. "We have things going well out here. The Onna are behaving so far but we are flooding the expansion areas. Back up supplies being reinforced to the power grid for the projectors that might have been compromised. The wall is holding as we have projectors from the others maintaining the shield all above." Junko nodded her head as Unchou was brought into the feed for all of them with Chujo and a few other squad leaders on the city side. "We have been preparing and sending through the tunnels, the waterways are filtering now of the poisons that they threw in. We'll be able to send soldiers in and to the gardens near the tombs. Reports had some retreating in there so we are going to close the doors and let them sit in there until they surrender. We have an enemy here but they seem to have knocked themselves out." She shrugged though as the Stormcloud general spoke. "You would defile the tomb of the emperors?" SHe said it and the tension could be felt as Unchou looked at her. "Right now yes in the short term. There is one way in and it is the only way out. We don't know how many are there and it is made to withstand a siege. We seal it now, let them sit for a day or three and demand their surrender. It isn't the best but it can cut down a portion of their numbers they are just throwing at the wall. Discipline and the purification towers have been doing their job same as the solace and we all fel the battle meditation. We even seem to have friendly units though they are only coordinating with each other and not reaching out so we have to assume non interaction. We have been advising our people to ignore them unless they attack while the cities AI keeps track of them. The movement through the honeycomb has shown not much and forces on the bridge that have been helping are much the same." She was speaking and giving them the coordination while Junko crossed her arms and observed. More information was coming in as she debated what to do. "Continue to non engage them. If they attack fine but focus on recovery and security. The Kanamara system has held the shields haven't run out of power because we have multiple layers as it is. Reports are mostly one sided same for us."

She was speaking it and knew they would do much the same, they were focused on recovery and defensive efforts. The attack was largely just throw people at a wall until the wall fell but their walls were strong, more then that their shielding designed so no one or ten places fed into it. Ignoring the other walls meant that many of the generators that protected them, the carriers adding to it and even the fighters shielding. The phalanx shields were designed to overlap and expand... they built much of their designs around it. Junko was watching morre of it as Miyoung looked form her computer with a grin. "We have more atlasbreakers online, the spheres are working as intended and the empire has provided more then enough energy for harvesting. They are being sent in patrol mode to the main street with the glydrs. THey will make a blockade of the streets with soldiers and wardroids allowing out forces to march from the gates towards the Spire and rest of the city. Rhion seeds are being brought out and applied to defenses for auto repair protocols. The Kiliean forces are also reporting from their gunships, they are coming in from no mans land low and will ascend to the far side near the embassies and estates." She was reading off the logistical screens for them in most cases as the information continued to flood across. We have reports from the spire of the heavy resistance and soldiers are coming from the water and underworks into it. They will be able to go up floor by floor and reinforce the citizens within against enemy forces while Wukong forces secure the top of the spire." THere was a number of nods from the holograms as Junko checked on more and more of the map. THeir forces continued to reinforce themselves and it was less about throwing and rushing.. they could make the slower movements to secure block by block and building by building. A means to make sure there wasn't someone behind them with a weapon and those who were captured were being sent to one of the bunkers under heavy guard. Letting them be secured and held in there as others had gone into the tomb. Her eyes were looking at the streets aand the different levels as the people moved. "Continue with reinforcement and recovery. Even if we need to go building by building and leave a fire team in each don't rush ahead and endanger the tide."

Kenzo was looking from the wall as their force continued to reinforce each other. Sasori's biots were arriving and gave them a numbers advantage that could be placed along the massive walls surrounding the city itself. The outer walls were important to maintaining the shield layers. She could see the walkers as the iron mongers maintained their positioning... newer biots setting up and their snipers in positions. The orbital snipers maintained themselves compared to more and now they could target the gunships from such long ranges. They would be able to prepare with their efforts for pushing into the expansion districts block by block and building by building. Royal troopers and heavies swarmed into the buildings while droids and biots barricaded with their laser grids the alleyways. Security reinforcement for the bunkers to ensure that they were protected. The massive platform had poured out fighters and gunships that were moving around and giving them more protection. The heavier tanks were setup and prepared for the fighting and attacks that could come when they got one of the bunkers the Alliance had opened up and compromised repaired with a rhion so they could put captured enemy soldiers in there. The silver armored Onna had been moving through and were pouring their man not into the city area they were outside the city walls where the giants of living stone were.. the massive moving mountains thaat were being used to cut off retreating forces. The ta-wa-ka and senkaku were rampaging in many cases into enemy armor and lines of infantry with their massive sizes... and she could see the war beasts were going after ones who were in hiding. She had many of the forces coordinating and moving around. The Jade Screamers on their mounts could patrol and check for gaps, transports moving low to give coverage. She had the heavies and the royal military fanning out and the Chi-Oni forces marching through the gates onto the bridge. Their war chants could still be heard and when they engaged it was an odd mix of skill, patience and frenzy as one would fight an opponent but all of them descended on squads as needed. The Defense force was being joined by the others, the Sibsi and Kiliean forces were there going onto the wall sections to reinforce and fan out. "We'll keep the guns where needed and I want teams investigating for these supposed breeches. Use rhions to start repairing it but the stone is stoner then most weapons they had here." She spoke as comfirmations were coming to her and to the princess of the orders... they were going about it.

Junko remained there as Kenzo's information, with Unchous came through. Various fireteams were expanding out from the secured locations and the bridge as the droids were being coordinated to buildings, homes, businesses that had been worked on. THey had fireteams setting up aand feedxing information to them through the various projections around the lab that her handmaidens were using to coordinate and give inforrmation. Miyoung motioning with a hand. "Princess come here." She saaid it and Junko was walking over to her as she had a look at the fifteen screens that Miyoung had set up and ready. All of it prepared and giving her information from the cities AI's while her two makie drones were giving her information docked. Their repulsors were not built onto their frames yet but they were still incredibly powerful networks that one was able to access and improve upon. Junko was checking on more of it trying to see what she had but all of those screens usually meant she wouldn't eb able to. "Ahhh." Miyung looked at her and adjusted it. "I have been going over the assembly data we have been getting, the quantum readouts from the absorbers continue to function properly. The improvements to what we have been doing as we can use it to reinforce our forces here. I imagine this is he quiet before they make another push to wipe out the shields themselves. Sicne everyone seems to be claiming a generator has been destroyed... if they would pay attention to redundencies aand back ups they might realize the power of the city has never faltered because we have smarter design decisions. Either or we have plenty and now reconstructors are being sent out to reinforce buildings and second kanamara system is being turned on. it will provide more power to the shields to rienforce the layers." Junko nodded her head she knew all of this so far and was following. "The facinating thing it their well lack of care and coordination. Some of the com channels from the lightsworn and alliance keep talking about a ritual but darkside rituals need energy which we have been denying them. The solaari towers, solace, dreamguard, battle meditation. There is a half dozen means to reinforce the minds of the people and dissipate the energies. THe lightside infused nanites have been coating the planet as people are able to feel the effects." She had a grin on her face when she was looking at more.

"There is also all of the works we have been developing for ourselves here. So far with the latest information we will be able to develop a solid plasma array. To add to our anti air defenses, it is easier to have many things pass into a layer of superheated plasma.. it would be like a drop pod or a ship going into a lightsaber just on a larger scale." She brought it up and a number of other countermeasures that her droid brains were developing. "We'll also be able to use some of the information to develop a reverse entrophy engine as well as other things. We can use the materia and seed it with exotic matter applying itot the walls and city itself we would be able to do what we want even better. The stone already is strong, this would reinforce it if there is damage done than it would come back stronger then before quickly. With the materia naature of it allowing it to blend in and become more like a shell so we could get it applied from automated bubbles on the wall. A number of other countermeasures are being planned and developed but we might be able to use offensively our gravity technologies to make singularities as a flak dispersal." She had a bigger grin on her face though. "It has also given me ideas for code and things that could be added to my makie drones.. they will be able to function like additional mes in most cases with a highly predictive program that develops itself as well as uses all data to predict what we could need, could face and what may be developed as potential counters to our own countermeasures. A way to form redundencies on to of more redundancies." She was excited now. "We will also be able to further develop our reconstruction efforts while improving the lives of the people they are going to need food after this. The buildings will largely remain and with the shielding layers a superlaser will be dangerous but it will also feed into the resonanting systems recycling and strengthening the shielding. THis will disperse and allow the damaage to be mitigated as well as through the planetary shielding itself. We are already sending alerts to the other cities aand they are deploying carriers as well as their own shields to better protect. We will have everything set up to the maximum setting and begin proceedures in the other cities." That got nods as it was being sent with the planetary protocols many things would have been started but they could work on the confirmation of it. Which would go a long way in many cases. Junko looked at her and the screen as the soldiers continued to move, the forces were more amassing and preparing while carrierrs were remaining overhead with their shield projectors over the city.

Royal Military x
Assault Corps x
Heavy Fighters x
Jade Screamers x
Metsuka x
Yofukashi x
Yovshin Swordsmen x
Xianghua Initiative x
Dorīmugādo x
Burakkugādo x
Wukong: x
Iron Monger x
Jadeite Jedi Units x
Onna x
Sibsi N Sanilër For'ta Nidan x
Kiliean Matriarchy x
Majokoi x
Tokusatsu Class Combat Biots x
Kabaneri MK. V x
Taeki x
Chi-Oni x
Kyushi x
Umanushi x
Longshot War Droid x
Glydr Class War Droid x
Cerberus War Droids x
Senkaku x
Ta-Wa-Ka x

 

[Omega Squad]

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Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

They move as one answer to a single question the city has not yet learned how to ask.

The sky above Jar’kai is a bruise of smoke and tracer-streaks. Below, in the honeycomb of expansion districts where rubble and new life fight for space, Omega Squad contracts into the shape of a strike team that has become something closer to a living engine. There is no peeling off, no soloing for the glory—only a focused, mechanized choreography of six people who have learned to read the same small pauses in each other’s breathing.

Bren Alazar’s (Michael) hands are economy and habit: a wrist-tap to Gabriel, a look at Sariel, a tilt of the torso toward the nearest alley. He thinks like the last Omega Squad CO Aien Mueller taught him: in patterns, in what repeats. Imperial doctrine is a rhythm; predict the beat, break the bar, and the whole song collapses. Tonight the song is a column of tanks, a network of patrols, an armory that feeds both, and a choke-point the enemy believes is secure.

They take the armory by borrowing the Empire’s worst confidence. Raguel slipped through maintenance conduits that smell of oil and old heat, becoming a shadow in places that smell like shadow already. Gabriel rode the city’s comms—thin, precise—his fingers folding code into livesaving lies. The local AI, Miyoung, saw his handshake and answers with a stream of permissions only a partner would know how to ask for; the “friendly but unacknowledged” presence the command feed has been murmuring about simply becomes real in a dozen ghosted signatures and misdirected target locks.

Jeremiel was grinning under the visor as he climbed in. The walker‘s cockpit read like a lover’s letter to a man who treats machines like friends—gyros hum, systems acknowledge, and the Saotome platform woke into slow, deliberate motion. On its broad back, Azrael strapped charges into a feedpipe, smiles at a fuse he’s already imagined detonated. Connel’s lessons—restraint turned to timing—ripple through them all; they do not waste the walker as a suicidal hammer. They use its mass as a mobile wall, as cover for the others to move like ghosts across open streets.

Sariel found her vantage where glass and metal make the skyline irregular and simple. Her rifle spoke in single, cold syllables: optics flared, breath counts to three, a man with a targeting rake dropped silent before his squad understood the gap. Each suppressed overwatch created a thin corridor of safety for the squad’s real work—surgical mischief that looked at first like coincidence and then like art.

Bren read the layout like a book he learned from the Empire itself. He anticipated patrol loops as if he had written them. He orchestrated a misdirection that is, in truth, a lesson learned in the dark corridors of Coruscant: leave a promise, let the enemy chase the echo, and while they run toward the empty room you hit the heart. The armory doors opened on the second cue—no blast, no siren, only a sequence of small things failing in order—and they flooded it with hands that found every power cell, every crate of gel charges, every extra feed the enemy kept for the last push.

Azrael became the orchestra’s percussion. He rigged, he set, he laughed without sound when the first column of imperial treads tried to punch through a newly laid trap. The charges did not merely blow; they re-write the street. Fuel lines swelled into flame-tubes that ate metal from inside, treads lifted and folded like bad puppetry, and the forward column became a furnace of startled men and dead machines. Azrael timed a second detonation to dirtily tidy the wreckage into a barricade. The Empire’s advantage in numbers turned into a pyre.

Gabriel’s fingers never stopped. He was the literal and figurative line between the city’s mind and Omega’s body. He fed Miyoung ghost echoes—phantoms of friendly units, false telemetry, misrouted targeting commands—and turned whole regiments of Imperial sensors into liars. The city’s AI, trusting an allied signature it recognized, took those ghosts and amplified them. Imperial commanders began seeing reinforcements that did not exist where they expected them, redirecting fire, redistributing armor into dead ends. Those redirections were knives Bren used to slice supply lines.

Raguel moved inside the entrails of the enemy’s formation. She severed cables, killed pumps, and clipped actuators with a priest’s precision. Where destruction would have been loud and blunt, her work was surgical and silent. A bridge’s gravity levellers hiccup; a repulsor cut just enough to tilt a heavy hauler into the wrong street. Her hands left no fingerprints, only silence and the sense that the world rearranged itself without anyone’s consent.

Jeremiel drove the walker past the burning gap, not as a weapon but as a shelter. Men dove into its lee, the squad mounted on its flank, and under the Walker’s belly Azrael ejected bomblets that did not simply explode but seeded the ground with control. The canted blast sent the enemy into a staccato of broken orders. The walkers that were supposed to hold the avenue became a roadblock of muttered, confused metal.

They moved as one, and the city moved with them—because Gabriel’s merger with Miyoung was more than code; it was a partnership. The AI opened a narrow seam in the enemy’s sensor web exactly when Bren needed it, letting Sariel, Raguel, Azrael, Jeremiel, and Bren himself thread the needle. Citizens routed through the newly created corridor are shepherded by Jeremiel’s smoke and Raguel’s silent hand-signals. Battered droids reconfigured to hold alleys the Empire thought clear. The “mysterious shadows” became a real, tangible force for a few blinking minutes.

When the Kyushi flank from the mountains tried to pour through ascension cables into the city’s back end, they found lines already cut and platforms already occupied, their way was clear. Bren’s prediction—made from old doctrine that never truly died—became incontrovertible: the flank collapsed into confusion because its anchors were gone. The imperial pilot cadre, trained to expect obedience in the battlefield, found only a choreography of absence. The veteran trick worked: choke the feed, collapse the route, and then let fire and terrain do the rest.

By the time the squad pulled back—by the time the walker went inert on a deliberate chassis-kill and was left as a hedgerow of twisted armor—Bren was breathing slowly and even. Sariel’s rifle was cool. Azrael’s grin was soot-streaked. Gabriel’s hands twitched in the afterglow of lines of code that would be useful later. Raguel disappeared into the night like she was never there. Jeremiel, who has loved machines most of all, patted the walker’s flank; it answered in dying clicks and a low hum that said thank you.

They regrouped on a rooftop that had been cleaned and cleaned again of enemy fire. They did not make speeches. There was only a long count of breaths and the small exchange of looks that passed more than any words could—a ledger of debts repaid and lessons returned. Connel was not among them tonight; he rode the Death Star’s shadow with Matsu Ike. But his imprint was here: in the restraint that made Azrael aim for structure instead of slaughter, in the micro-gestures that preempted panic, in the way Bren trusted not brute force but pattern.

Jar’kai was holding. The expansion districts quieted for a moment, stitched with new blockades and fresh, improbable corridors through which survivors moved. The Empire would have to recalculate. The city’s AI reported a hundred small survivals and one large, undeniable truth: the defense is stronger for having taught its shadows how to fight as light.

They walked away together, not as individuals claiming trophies but as a single machine that still remembered how to be human.

Spoiler: TLDR

Omega Squad is blowing GE Imperial (Censored) up in the background.
NOTE- This is NOT meant to distract or destroy any narratives, just an IC document of them being on the ground. If there are any issues, please do not hesitate to Dm Connel Vanagor as I do not always look at this account. Feel free to address anything here, and if you wish to tag the team, go right ahead.

Otherwise, this is nothing more than a background post.

TAGS: Junko Ike Vulpesen

 

[Aselia Verd]

Armor: [X]
Armament: Full List
Allies: TSO & Allies
Objective: Imperial March

Blaster fire cut through the rain as Aselia rounded the corner, a squad of stormtroopers pinning down a group of civilians near a collapsed tower. Without hesitation, she lifted her wrist, locking onto the nearest target. Two sharp pulses the twin bolts of her wrist-mounted blaster snapped through the smoke, dropping the first pair before the rest could react.

A jet of flame burst from her jetpack as she vaulted a low barricade, landing hard in the mud with a thud that echoed over the crack of return fire. The red glow of her armor flared bright with each bolt that glanced off its surface, her movements precise and unrelenting. She didn't bother with cover Mandalorians were the cover.

The last trooper barely had time to turn before her she squeezed the trigger of her disruptor.

Aselia let the silence linger for a moment, visor sweeping the street. The rain hissed against the still-glowing durasteel of the barricade as she exhaled through her vocoder.

Footsteps behind her light, uneven, too fast to be Imperial. She turned, weapon half-raised before she saw the shape through the haze. The swordswoman Reina closing the distance, her breath uneven. The HUD confirmed what her instincts had already told her: human, no armor, no squad tags. But alive. And strong in the Force.

Aselia lowered her blaster and gave a small nod, her voice steady but edged with command. "You've got timing, I'll give you that."

She glanced toward the tower ruins, checking the civilians she'd just cleared the way for shaken but breathing. "You fighting with the locals, or just trying to survive out here?"

The rain rolled off her visor as she took a step closer, boots crunching over debris. A sudden shriek of incoming ordnance cut through the air. Aselia looked up the HUD lit up red as a drop pod slammed into the street nearby, scattering duracrete like shrapnel.

She didn't hesitate. A gauntleted hand grabbed Reina's shoulder and pulled her into the cover of a half-collapsed wall just as the second impact rocked the street.

"Imperial reinforcements," she said over the noise, voice calm but quick. "They'll flood this sector in minutes. We move east regroup with whoever's still standing."

Aselia released her grip, turning her head slightly toward Reina, the faint reflection of firelight glinting off her visor. "Let's make them pay."

Then, with a brief motion of her hand, she signaled for Reina to follow as she rose from cover and stepped back into the storm crimson armor cutting through the smoke like a living beacon amid the chaos.

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TAG: Reina Daival

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[Zark San Tekka]

THE SPIRE
JAR'KAI
Kasan Osera Laphisto Franceline Dawer Michael Barran Daro Kilaeon Matsu Ike

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Master Zark communed with the Force while closing the eyes of a dead Hirata anchorite. Behind him the last stormtrooper expired with a groan as a vibro-voulge was pulled free from melted plastoid. Despite his efforts the Imperials fought to the last man and he could not help but admire their misguided loyalty. Even the enemy fallen were becoming one with the energy field that he looked to now for guidance.

A grunt of pain escaped his lips as the Jedi stood back up and his gauntlet came away from tender ribs sticky with fresh blood. Not even a veteran master could block every shot. It was fortunate that his krayt dragon scales absorbed the worst of it. Those left standing rallied around San Tekka's raised lightsaber.

"Who will take up the Dragon banner?"

One of the anchorites accepted the fallen Ashina battle standard with reverence.

"Atrisia's fate is in the hands of destiny," he announced to his gathered warriors, "The Force is our ally. Look to it for guidance but trust that this is where we are meant to be."

Ignoring the pain Zark slowly climbed stairs careful to step around Atrisian soldiers who had given their lives to hold the Empire back. When he emerged onto the next floor more stormtroopers opened fire. Instincts urged the Jedi to deflect a barrage of blaster fire before the oni masked crusader flung a squad into duracrete with a wave of his hand.

He closed on the remaining Imperials while behind him the fanatical anchorites charged in. Several more fell before the fight devolved into a close quarters melee where the remaining stormtroopers didn't stand much of a chance. Putting down the rest was brutal ugly work. Clearing out the Spire would only get harder as word no doubt spread of a Jedi cutting off the best chance at retreat.

"Mask One, what is your status?" San Tekka raised a comlink buzzing with interference to his demon mask, "There are stormtroopers crawling all over the Spire. En route to the shield generators but we're almost out of time."

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Aselia Verd
Outfit

As Reina hurried off after the Mandalorian, and came across the causalities of the Mandalorian's attack, Reina took her vibroblade and plunged it into some of the corpses she came across. To end the suffering of any of those that may still be alive. It was unnecessary. Some may even say it was cruel but Reina could understand going through pain that made you wish you were dead.

Her gaze flickered up towards the Mandalorian as she spoke. Good timing? As if. Good timing would have meant Reina got here in time to get everyone she needed out. Good timing meant she would have been off world already. She shook her head as she knew she couldn't afford to let herself get distracted

"Trying to find people."

Reina's initial response came out quite quickly as she turned her attention towards the rescued civilians, trying to debate if any of them knew or had seen Ayame's family. Yet before she could get any information from them, Reina found herself pulled behind cover. Letting out a slight hiss of frustration. More and more she felt like what she was trying to do was being ripped away from her. She wasn't here to be a hero, she wasn't here to be a Jedi. Reina just wanted to save her friend's family...which was becoming far less likely with every passing second.

The fact they'd have to move east...It meant potentially abandoning Ayame's family but if Reina stayed here, she knew she wouldn't be able to stand up against an Imperial Horde. She'd need something better than a plain vibroblade. Even with the Force, she wouldn't be able to put a dent in their numbers.

"You don't need to tell me twice. I've been waiting to make lots of people pay."

Whilst Aselia stepped back into the storm, Reina burst out into a sprint towards the Imperials, dragging her blade across the duracrete as sparks flew. The Ersansyr kept herself down low as she rushed forward for the onslaught, before leaping up into the air. Ataru was something she had somewhat decent experience with, and the skillset still worked. Landing on the nearest Imperial with the vibroblade piercing through them.

She never expected there to be a day that she was fighting alongside a Mandalorian. Against them? Of course. But war made for strange friends it appeared...Now she just had to make sure she didn't get shot from behind.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

: Means written/typed communication : < Means Sign Language communication >

 

[Junko Ike]

GROUND DEFENSE OF ATRISIA
OBJECTIVE: Continued Defense of Atrisia
LOCATION: Miyoung Iwata's Lab
ALLIES: Vulpesen Omega Squad
ENEMIES: Enemy Forces

The air changed, she could even feel it as the power readings were stable. The continued efforts of the citizens being joined by the soldiers was proving more effective. She could see parts of it when the screen was coming and the purification towers continued to hold and function. The force infused nanites they had on the planet effective enough while Miyoung had several things she was thinking about. "We have something fun, I know how to use the quantum energies they used to augment our weapon systems. We'll be able to power a reverse entrophy field within it allowing the energy banks to be caught in a temporal loop... We could even mess with it more and likely adapt it to the next generation of shielding systems that we develop. THe planetary shields for the anshin have refreshed and are maintaining themselves with reports from the other cities. THeir shields are activated along with carriers deployed to augment as directed. The towers are being turned to their maximum to absorb and convert energy and thermal. We'll be able to pull it to their locations and convert it to terraforming to repair the damage if they fire on us." She was adjusting setting while it came over the interfaces for them.

The Spire was still where many were heading those who seemed to be moving. Just as quickly as they had come it seemed prolonged combat had slowed. Which gave them the chances that they needed. "Keep at it, I want as many adjustments and refinements to the systems as can be done." She said it but was watching more on the interface while they continued to send some into the Spire from the lower levels. Allowing them to leverage the shielding of their armors and the sanzang The airships frrom the royal army were able to move in towards the top of the spire itself while more holograms appeared around her. "We have little to update on, forces continue to move through the city, power and shielding systems continue to hold. They can knock out a generator or projector but we switched the power over hours before they got here. They don't have the schematics to no mans land to get the planetary grid. THe mobilization allowed us to get the heavier armor divisions from the military checkpoints at the walls themselves. We will continue pushing forward and reinforcing the shields with more layers. The fighters phalanx shielding will allow them to project a shield over the area with its own reinforcement."

She got nods as the screens were cutting out with a look at the others. She had a moment as she hoped Matsu was making progress up there on the station itself. She knew the fleet was moving around for the attacks as they had made a corridor for the additional ships to get in with some reinforcements. The shipyards had been working as directed on filling the gap that had been created from attacking the breakwater so that they would develop more aspects. Junko could see where PHaidor had more interesting parts were being worked on Frisal was sending many of their ships not to the system but to the paths that had been used and would likely be used if they had to retreat. So reinforce that as well as work on the beginnings to repair and fortify the breakwater. THe silk roads hypergates were giving them the other aspect when it brought into the city reinforcements for the Wukong with the hapan force users and they cared little for problems. Vulpesen and his zorren were impressive in their combat capabilities. Her mind was racing while she continued to keep herself calm and collected with the current immersed within her. Hands clasped behind her back when she let out a breath as she connected more to the white current, solari and solace and the people. Pushing the illusion outwards from the lab to reach a larger area.

Royal Military x
Assault Corps x
Heavy Fighters x
Jade Screamers x
Metsuka x
Yofukashi x
Yovshin Swordsmen x
Xianghua Initiative x
Dorīmugādo x
Burakkugādo x
Wukong: x
Iron Monger x
Jadeite Jedi Units x
Onna x
Sibsi N Sanilër For'ta Nidan x
Kiliean Matriarchy x
Majokoi x
Tokusatsu Class Combat Biots x
Kabaneri MK. V x
Taeki x
Chi-Oni x
Kyushi x
Umanushi x
Longshot War Droid x
Glydr Class War Droid x
Cerberus War Droids x
Senkaku x
Ta-Wa-Ka x