The Liberation of Sullust (New Republic Invasion of the First Order)

[Barr Vexos]

Allies: The New Republic
Enemies: The First Order
Objective: Supply Train
Equipment: New Republic BR-1, VT-Bolt Blaster, Asheran Armorweave, Knife

The Unit quickly ran back to their previous designation and away from the bodies of the first order soldiers. Barr looked behind for a few seconds to see if there were any signs of life among the soldiers that were down but to no avail. The thought of him taking life always conflicted him even though he was fighting for the republic. He wondered how his father dealt with this and he had any regrets doing it. His thoughts on the subject ended abruptly when he once again saw the tracks that were before him and his assigned unit.

His captain quickly orders him and his comrades to step up the devices and with an understanding that everyone in the group knew. The shots that were fired were not silent; They all knew that others around the area heard them those shot, which meant that they were going to investigate the area and figure out what happens. The last thing the group needed was more First order soldiers intercepting them like before, stopping them completing their mission, and to Barr, wasting their time. They also had to keep in mind of the train that would be coming any second, forcing them to up the pace in their mission objective.

With time not on their side and quickly taking the devices inside a bag that is used to disable the train, each soldier in the group stood on each side of the train tracks across from each other with some space in between them. The devices then soon placed outside the tracks, right next to the tracks themselves. Each of them looks over across from one another, making sure that the devices that are dug into the ground are placed symmetrically to each other reassembling a pattern.

Doing one final check, Barr and his comrades regrouped together and waited for the train to come, moving some distance from the tracks and checking their conditions from the previous firefight they were in. The sounds of the train could soon be first heard. Barr looked over at the captain, who had a smaller device with his thumb on a button. The train finally makes it way into the unit view a few seconds later with Barr making a quick reload on his weapon. Mentally preparing himself for the next step in mission objective.

The tension could be felt as the unit waits for the outcome of the next few minutes. The train sounds become louder as it’s appearance cobe seenseen in a small view could he become bigger the closer it gets to them. For the captain of his unit, he breathing could be heard as he and the soldiers around him fully understood what at sake and who hands were the success of the train stop was in. The devices could only be activated for a few seconds which makes timing more critical.

The button on the device was soon pressed. Causing the devices to activate as the train tracks were soon covered with electricity. The train soon connected on the areas of the tracks affected by the device. This soon caused electrical storage onto the train’s engine, causing the train to slow down to the point of it stopping.

“Alright everybody...” The captain started, arming himself with his weapon, “ The train electrical devices will turn back on soon so we need to be on that train now!!” He ordered as the rest complied and ran toward the now stopped train.

 

[Chekīta Kaie]

Ally Peps: [member="Deacon"] [member="Krenis Skirata"]
Enemy Peps: [member="Dominic Craig"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Lucius Draugh"]
Objective: Raid Prison
Equipment: Weapon-Armor-ARGH
Post: 3

The waiting seemed to drag on forever, Chekita having lit up a cigar to help time pass as she held onto the grappling hook, prepared at any moment to repel down and blow a wall in the prisons defenses. Then the moment came, that familiar siren that most prisons had echoed throughout the valley, cries of fighting growing in a similar manner as the 'distraction' unfolded down below. "Right go time, I am guessing your sniper guys are going to keep those turrets down while me and you storm the front like a couple of bad asses"? If so that was her type of plan, the women in a more then eager fashion jumping down from the groups current sniper ledge, letting out a excited 'woopeee' as the Mando repelled down the steep cliff.

Getting to the ground her feet hit the floor running, arm quickly swinging her assault rifle to bare as the women charged towards the walls. In a normal sense this was suicide but with the riot going on Chekita did not expect the guards on the wall to notice one armored figure making a quick advance towards the perimeter. When within grapple range the Mandalorian once again took to the sky shooting the hook up and over the prisons high walls, letting the winch take the well, her body being flung upwards and towards the a nearby guard tower. "Surprise queen"!!

With no hesitation Chekita started to unload her magazine into the auto turrets and guards on the tower, taking advantage of the confusion before taking cover. She was not sure if she had hit anyone but her main job was to distract and let the sharp shooters take care of things and make a way for them to get into the prison.

 

[Hannah]

Hannah, The Cog Girl
Planet: Sullust
Location: Ruined Jedi Temple, Hallway
Objective: Secure the Perimeter
Action: Engage First Order Forces w/ Z-24 Rotary Blaster Cannon (Broken, beyond repair)
Allies: New Republic Forces
Enemies: Engaging First Order Target [member="Marriskcal Lati"]

Broken, but not yet destroyed, Weakened, but not without any strength, Hannah remained poised with her ruined body. Much of its integrity had been severely weakened, and with the recent explosion, the status appeared grim by any analysis. Fortune had been bestowed on Hannah, as the Praetorian held no longer the weapons that had sheered its arm off from earlier. Defenseless the enemy was not, but in Hannah's battle calculations it certainly evened the odds and likelihood of achieving success to some extent.

The horns on the head rose up, communications were being had and It needed to know what else had transpired in the Temple. Time it had very little of, and while much of its objective had shifted, it still required to send a report of what had transpired within the Temple. Slowly, it began to compile its own report in the background, the creators needed to know the extent of the failure It had wrought.

[Right Lower Limb: Expendable. . . . Left Lower Limb: Expendable. . . . New parameters set; New Attack Pattern Commencing]

Hannah sprung forward, it moved directly for the Praetorian but instead of the tail poised to launch an attack it remained in a rather tamed position. Her legs though, were shot outward to catch the Praetorian with a spinning kick, using the momentum to follow up with the second leg to continue the attack in its upward projection. Fluid, and perhaps beautiful if under different circumstances, as the tail swung elegantly as the body itself turned and moved with the attack.

Unfortunately, even through its own mechanical grace, the gears themselves screamed with agony, even if metal possessed no way to communicate; it seemed metal must scream as well. Despite close to the breaking point of itself, and despite Hannah's own protests if she had thought, the creators of this weapon would have smiled proudly of how it all still managed to hold together.

"What's my name?"

[H. . . H. . .Hannah. . . Object Not Found. . . Restart Requested? Unable to Comply Command. . .]

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Knight, Praetorian Guard
Equipment: Praetorian Armour, Vibro-Arbir Blade, Lightsaber (Blue), Binding Wires
Location: Archive, Jedi Temple, Biosphere Ruins, Sullust Surface
Objective: Capture Hannah
Allies: First Order
Enemies: [member="Hannah"]

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As Marriskcal has come to recognise the tiny movements of the other as a way of conveying her emotion, when the dagger-like cybernetic horns peeked through Hannah’s hair, it was dismissed as a mere quirk, as something that was very much like the glowing cerulean eyes that possessed her friend. Though the blonde did not know that the programming that had taken over and overwritten Hannah’s will was establishing a line of communication and transmitting information to the very people who had done this to her friend, she remained wary.

It was so very strange for the young woman to see Hannah being so still, especially when her mechanical body has sustained grievous damage. Even when she was missing her limbs and singed, her friend is still beautiful as she stood proud and aloof amongst the wreckage.

When Hannah lunged towards the Praetorian once more, she was prepared to intercept the other. As her leg sailed through the air, Marriskcal calmly stepped further within her reach to close the distance, her left arm slashing downward to divert the first and most heavy blow. Even with the aid of the Force and armour behind her action, the impact was substantial and she found herself being slightly displaced by the sheer strength behind the kick. Clenching her jaw stubbornly, the young woman received the following attack by bringing up a leg to block it, leaving an arm free to intercept the tail if Hannah attempted to use it against her.

With them being in such close vicinity, it placed Marriskcal in an ideal position to counter the other. The blonde raised her bent left arm, and in a sharp and swift movement, attempted to ram her elbow against Hannah’s temple. With her armour cracked and her injury hindering her somewhat, she knew that she would not last for more than another minute. Desperately hoping that a part of her friend was merely buried beneath the hostile programming instead of complete erasure of her identity, Marriskcal pleaded with the other once more. “Hannah, please, you can overcome this.”

 

[Abigail Meredydd]

Allies: [member="Toreka"]
Enemies: [member="Micah"] || [member="Barbatos"]

As Abigail stepped past the runes, she quickly figured it must've been a simple warning system. This theory was confirmed when a voice greeted her from up ahead.

The voice sounded polite and friendly, but the runes had shown Abigail that he wasn't as innocent as his voice suggested. As the cloacked woman, wearing a full set of black armour with a matching helmet which covered her entire face, stepped out from the shadows in the corridor, she finally saw the... creature. Whatever it was. Up ahead she saw two others, one of them appearing to be sided with the creature in front of her, and the other with Abigail herself. Hopefully anyway, she wasn't really prepared to take on three opponents.

"Greetings", she said calmly. Her own voice was completely silenced by her helmet, but the words she spoke were sent out through the helmet's speaker, sounding rather robotic. Her whole appearance made her look more like an ancient robotic guard then anything else, which was good. Abigail valued her anonymity.

"You are not supposed to be here. What this place holds is not meant for you. Please leave", the robotic voice spoke calmly as Abigail took her spear in her hand, holding it vertically beside her. Secretly she had hope that the people in front of her would play along and leave without a fight, but she knew that hope was ridiculous.

She curiously eyed the small boy down from under her helmet. She would not engage unless it was absolutely necessary, but she would not let the artifact fall into the hands of the dark side, no matter what.

 

[Hannah]

Hannah, The Cog Girl
Planet: Sullust
Location: Ruined Jedi Temple, ground by some rubble
Objective: Reboot
Action: Engage First Order Forces w/ Z-24 Rotary Blaster Cannon (Broken, beyond repair)
Allies: New Republic Forces
Enemies: Engaging First Order Target [member="Marriskcal Lati"]

The heavy impact of the Praetorian's left knife hand did not stop the kick from following through, instead it broke and cracked through Hannah's shin. Her mind raced to recalculate the damage but before it could finish, her next leg attack was stopped cold with the foot of her enemy. This time the leg did not break completely, but it forced her momentum to suddenly stop. Hannah's body, though mostly cybernetic, had no real way to change her momentum or suddenly anchor herself down to the ground.

Clear to see that the attack failed, even so her tail attempted one last act to stabilize the body with the tail snapping back and slamming into the ground. The attempt to steady herself almost succeeded, the lack of arms certainly could have made the difference, but even so the Praetorian's elbow dealt a blow that it had not expected nor been prepared to handle. [Impact to Cranium; Unavoidable. . . Counter Measures Prepared. . . ]

The blow landed squarely on Hannah's unprotected forehead, the force behind it displaced her last remaining limbs and her body slammed into the ground. Her bright blue eyes blinked, and the next moment blinked off, her eyelids closed and the rest of her functioning limbs turned limp. Her tail and left leg were the last two operational limbs, but the real concerned laid within her head as it raced to fix and reassess the damage.

[Start. . . End. . . Start. . . Rerouting Energy. . .Ending low priority tasks. . .]

Hannah's tail snaked along the rubble around her body, and it rose upwards to the Praetorian and rushed to greet her, not with any attack but with an embrace around her midsection. The tail weakly attempted to hold back the Praetorian now, wishing or rather more accurate to say pleading, to stop damaging what remained of Hannah. Thus far only her tail appeared to be functioning, her eyes remained closed and the other leg simply remained limp and useless. Perhaps only moments remained before her implants registered and reconfigured Hannah completely, as the old programming seemed disjointed and now inept.

At least, the metal and gears ceased their screams, and remained quite as they rested.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Location: Underground Ruins
Gear: Sith Imperial Cadet Uniform | Lightsaber | Sword of Omens
Allies: First Order | [member="Barbatos"]
Enemies: New Republic | [member="Toreka"] | [member="Abigail Meredydd"]

[ darth lolcat theme ]​

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The kitten's ears perked upright.

The gesture gave the Cathar boy the appearance of having tufted devil's horns, though his felinoid ears at last relaxed again after a moment.

Trespassing? Someone was accusing him of trespassing? He'd never so much as kept a library book past the due date. Sure, he'd sacked Commenor, razed a few city blocks of Ession, and participated in the massacre of innocents at a holy site. Or, formerly holy site. Now, not so much. Still, he had good reasons for each of those. The first of which being that he'd been following the commands of the Immortal Sith Emperor.

Listening to what your God-King commands should totally be an alibi.

But trespassing? The boy's fur bristled at the mere accusation. He was a Sith, not some juvenile delinquent.

Taking one hand off of the large lightsaber handle, the boy touched his hand over his heart. "I apologize if our passage here has offered any offense," the youngling supplied, as he gave a polite bow toward the rather robotic stranger. As he straightened back up, his tail flicked behind him. "Though... I am worried that your belief stems from a false assumption."

Removing his hand from over his heart, the boy's arm was extended out to the side, gesturing toward where Broody McAngst was still mid-staring contest with the strange creature. "My associate is a representative of the First Order that controls this planet," the boy remarked, in a very matter-of-fact tone. "I assure you, our authority to be here comes from the highest levels of Dosuun's government."

Their paperwork was very complete. Micah even had the appropriate visa in his passport.

"And you," the boy offered, extending a hand -- palm open and upright -- toward the mysterious figure as he asked, "On who's authority do you trespass here?"

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Knight, Praetorian Guard
Equipment: Praetorian Armour, Vibro-Arbir Blade, Lightsaber (Blue), Binding Wires
Location: Archive, Jedi Temple, Biosphere Ruins, Sullust Surface
Objective: Take [member="Hannah"] to safety
Allies: First Order
Enemies: None

​

In the chaos of conflict, it often felt like time was too fleeting. A moment was sometimes enough for the tide to turn. And while the Praetorian found herself surprised when her initial move to counter Hannah had divested the other of yet another limb, she had never known how to cease until someone she had identified as an opponent was taken down. Honour and mercy was never a lesson she truly learned, after all. They were nebulous ideals to the blonde, whom found herself confused by what she considered naïve views.

And so, Marriskcal continued to move and flow into her next two counters, until she was found herself standing above the fallen body of her friend. Slightly in a state of disbelief, the blonde took a shaky step away from the unmoving mechanical body. She felt at a loss as to whether she wanted the other to stand back up and prove to her that she was still fine, or for her to stay down, where the Ren would not need to persist on what was now a truly dreadful obligation. Because even though Marriskcal felt the sour curl of guilt and the beginnings of regret, she would not stop if Hannah continued her attempts to attack.

When the tail wrapped around her, the Praetorian flinched sharply, her right arm flashing to close around the steel limb. If it were not for the fact that the tail was merely closed around her without tightening its grip, the young woman would have lashed back with the lightsaber that was still hidden on her person.

With much difficulty and no small amount of reluctance, as adrenaline and streams of the Force was still coursing through her veins, Marriskcal loosened her hold on the tail, her eyes taking in the broken and shattered body of her friend. Squeezing her eyes shut for a long moment as duty and desire warred with each other, the blonde tucked her longing to see to her friend’s wellbeing deep within the recesses of her mind as logic and practicality won. While she had a healer’s touch, the young woman knew that Hannah’s physique was largely mechanical. As bitter as the thought was, her ability would not help the other here. “I will make sure you are fine, Hannah.” She would only allow her emotions to overwhelm her when she has ensured her friend was safe.

Running her hand gently over the surface of the steel tail, the blonde forwarded her request to the base for a transport.

 

[Abigail Meredydd]

Allies: [member="Toreka"]
Enemies: [member="Micah"] || [member="Barbatos"]


Abigail stood completely still, barely moving at all as she silently observed the creature in front of her. He continued to feed the idea that he was innocent by speaking openly and with a friendly tone. He even apologized, yet Abigail suspected that this was all a facade. Well mannered or not, he wouldn't get his hands on the artifact.

Abigail remained silent as the boy apologized, merely staring at the creature as it continued to speak. It appeared Abigail had guessed correctly as the boy revealed to be allies with the First Order. Of course they would be after the artifact as well.

Abigail slightly tilted her head, looking down at the boy.
"The First Order might have taken this planet, but you are still not permitted to be here. You should leave."

Abigail eyes followed the boy's hand as it stretched out towards her while the boy asked her on who's authority she was here. Obviously she wouldn't be telling the boy who she was sided with, as anyone from the Republic was here anonymously, leaving no trace or anything else that could be traced back to the New Republic.

"I stand here on the authority of this very temple", she then spoke, caught off guard for a split second as she had forgotten about her robotic voice. It would be best to disclose as little information about herself as possible. Abigail had decided to pose as a guard of the temple, and its artifact. Who knew, maybe the boy believed it, maybe he didn't.

Her eyes momentarily flickered away from the boy, observing her surroundings. They both knew why they were here.

"What lies here is not meant for you."

 

[Toreka]

Allies: New Republic, [member="Abigail Meredydd"]
Enemies: First Order, [member="Micah"], [member="Barbatos"]
Objective: Fight for the Artifact


The creature dug her claws against the stone floor one after another before slowly righting herself into a stance that puffed her chest outward. Not a moment later, a pale, icy blue light roared to life from her saber's emitter, casting just enough of a glow to reveal her feathered, monstrous form in all of its horrible luster. She had eyes only for the man in red, her face as expressionless as her mouth was silent. The message was plain, even without the use of words. Toreka wanted to strike, to dance the dance of death 'til one succumbed to it.

Sith. What they would do with the artifact could only ever plunge what little light they had left in the galaxy into a darkness the likes of which they couldn't have possibly understood. Or maybe they did. Maybe they were enamored with it, twisted by its false promises spoken in whisper past the tongue of the serpent. She wanted to tell her potential newfound ally that there would be no use in trading words with the dark- it only swallowed them whole like it did all else- and that the only language it spoke was the spectrum of light itself. It was the only language Toreka truly recognized, as well, and she was all too fluent in it.