The Untamed Wilds [ First Order's Dominion of Zonama Sekot. ]

[Rhaegar Nemesis Dib]

LOCATION: mountain side
ALLIES: FO
OBJECTIVE: relay vital information, not get dead
POST: 2

They came from the trees. The unseen vong dropped from their lofty perches from where they had been following him. As they landed, surrounding him, the surprised look on his face as he stumbled surely must have looked convincing desire the fact that he has sensed the voids following much earlier. It wasn't happenstance that the man had taken his rest leaning heavily upon the cane earlier. He was waiting for the patrol that was accounting the jungle to fall upon him.

Raising his hands he tried to plead as the six vong shouted in their gutteral tongue. The elegant man was clubbed behind the east with the flat of an amphistaff, falling to the ground in a whimper. The grass left dark stains upon his knees. The sacks beneath their eyes swelled with what Nemesis had read meant contempt. Quelling a smile he turned the motion into a gasp of terror.

Prodding him with their spears they began herding him through the jungle and to their base, unaware that was exactly what the man wanted.

Nearly an hour of staggering, blood dripping from nose where repeated punches had sought to inspire him to faster speed. But the pronounced limp and need for the cane had allowed him to control the pace set by the troop. Nearing a clearing Nemesis looked out into a valley filled with fire breathers who were preparing to match down the slope and attack the invading First Order troops. Possibly hundreds of them lined the valley, the massive beasts ready to be unleashed. At the closed end of the valley were several structures and thousands of warriors preparing to rush down behind the organic walking armories to assault the infantry units.

The time for his facade had ended.

Dropping to his knees once more he watched as two of the warriors approached angrily in order to yank the weakling man to his feet again. But this time Nemesis was ready for swift action. Picking on his right knee he drove the jewel on the pommel of his cane into the gills of the living crab armor. The massive electrical current surged throughMuad the creature, constricting it, which crushed the chest of the first vong. Twisting he spun and drive the tip of the came through the eye socket killing the second vong instantly.

Leaping to his feet he ran through the gap left by the dead vong, the four giving chase. As the man flew down the slope he pulled out the communicator and sent the coordinates of the valley where the vong were preparing. A short message of what he had seen was typed as he circumvented the obstacles of the jungle hoping some officer saw the report and acted upon the vital information.

As he leaped through the trees he avoided the buzzing sounds of several bugs flying in his direction. Knowing the fondness of the weaponized creatures he wasn't in a hurry to meet one planted between his shoulder blades.

After several minutes of running her saw a clearing ahead and showed to a stop as the vong caught up. Holding his cane in both hands he watched them surround him thinking they had finally run their quarry to ground. It wasn't fear of the vong that had him running through the jungle but rather the knowledge of a potential orbital assault on the location that would not be pleasant to experience.

Watching them come closer he allowed the first real emotional expression to cross his face. A cold smile of excitement.

 

[Tour Sera]

Location: Vong Encampment, Zonama Sekot Eastern Jungles
Objectives: Recon/Area Denial; [ADDITIONAL: Search & Destroy]

"Good girl."

Tour mumbled under her breath over the comms as the rest of Apollyon watched [member="Sara Lee Jones"] from behind the vegetation. "Nice", Ordan also whispered as they watched her gut one of the bugs from behind. As she disappeared behind the thick undergrowth on a hill to the far flanking end of the settlement, the sergeant rose to her feet, keeping low behind the tops of the plants so as to stay out of sight; her photo-reactive suit still masking her silhouette against the jungle's backdrop.

"A few more kills under her belt and the human'll be as crude as the rest of us."

"Careful with that ego", the corporal sighed as he rose to his feet as well.

"Corporal Thelm, take the rest of the team and go 'round. We'll pincer the Vong in between the hill where Six is and our current position."

"Yes, sergeant."

"Apollyon Six, form up with me. We meet at the first structure at the bottom of the hill."

Tour crept silently as she broke off from the rest of the team, silently sneaking her way between buildings and bypassing a few of the patrolling bugs by taking the long routes around their organic buildings to avoid being spotted. She also kept her breathing low and her steps light - from what she'd read, these buildings themselves were alive, and she didn't want to give away her position by lumbering around like a Gamorrean.

"Don't engage unless you're sure of a kill. Hide the bodies and kill their weapons."

"Kill their weapons, sergeant?"

"Their weapons, corporal. Amphistaffs. They're snakes."

"Nothing a blaster can't deal with easy."

"They're resistant to blaster fire, corporal. Step on the heads to pin them then empty your clips into their mouths. Find a soft spot. Same goes for the damnable bugs."

Tour had just finished disappearing again by returning to radio silence when she ran into a Vong, albeit facing the other way standing between her and her intended rendezvous point with Apollyon Six. She slowly crept up to the Warrior, making sure to stand almost right behind him before pointing the tip of her Sky Raider into its exposed underarm, where the chitinous armor didn't reach. One single shot fired, and as the Vong was about to cry out, she jumped up and covered its mouth, wrapping her smaller legs around its larger torso as she then pulled out her knife and then plunged it deem into the Vong's eye. As it dropped its amphistaff and fell to the ground with a thud, she pulled out a CryoBan grenade and nonchalantly tossed it at the now-hissing living weapon, freezing it in place as she picked her blaster rifle up again and kept walking.

"Someone will have heard that. Apollyon Six, regroup with me now. Fireteam, mark your targets and light them up on my mark."

@Morro @Braser Steltan [member="Julius Thonn"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Narek Kalast"] [member="Zul Grimm"] @Raijin @Myrne @Alkor Centaris [member="Torian Pierce"] [member="Ranulph Tarkin"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Location: FIV Vigilance's Bridge
Allies: [member="Morro"]
Objective: Operation Schildknappe
Post: III

"The Vong ships are immune to such impediments," Carlyle mused aloud, "And if not, at the very least, have some chartered route out of the systems orbit." He coldly scanned over the datapad, again, rechecking the coordinates, and scanning for any details he may have missed. The Vigilance now moved, the massive star destroyer turning towards the planet. Ready to aggressively attack, and destroy and vessels that the Vong, and any other natives may use to disrupt the blockade.

Carlyle passed the datapad to Garrick, and settled his stare on Morro. His eyes locked with hers, "You are to stay aboard the bridge Commander." He ordered, before turning back to watch Zonama Sekot come into view. The planet now dominated the bridge's viewport. Rausgeber briskly moved to the fore of the bridge, and stood to attention. Commodore Wulfgang did the same, trailing behind him, and standing to the left. TIE fighter squadrons now buzzed past the bridge, and the fore section. The massive turbolaser batteries aboard the Vigilance, also began to turn, ready to attack any foe which was foolish enough to come into range.

A silence came over the bridge, as Rausgeber watched the sentient planet. A thinly veiled veneer of disgust came over his face. One which did little to hold his contempt for the idea of a sentient system. Rausgeber's lamentation was broken. "Admiral," The Scanning Officer began, "Sir, we've picked up movement," The midshipman began. He was a little older than Morro was.

"What sort of moverment?" Carlyle inquired, his voice questioning the officer. Rausgeber half turned back to meet the officer, and almost challenged him with his aggressive body language.

"We've picked up some sort of signature sir, it appears some vessels have just entered low orbit." The Signals Officer replied evenly, "They're headed on a trajectory to pass into range, in about a minute sir." He continued, before pausing. "Sir, they're coming into our sector."

Carlyle let himself smirk, "Good." He replied, "Our first catch of the day." He added, a grim smile pursing his lips, "Power to shields, and all batteries ready." Rausgeber ordered, "We'll destroy them before they know what hit them." A silence came over the bridge, as the crew got into their battle stations. Carlyle's eyes narrowed, as the Vigilance's guns trained themselves on the oncoming vessels.

"Admiral Rausgeber!" A voice rang out. Carlyle turned to where it had come from, the right hand crew pit. An anxious looking officer raised his hand, "Sir, we have a problem!"

 

[Ria Misrani]

"Horned Vengeance" ​

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10th Company, 3rd Platoon AKA the Bloody Banthas​

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Objective: Deliver Imperial Diplomacy​

Location: LZ Kilo-Theta-Alpha; Western Jungles of Zonama Sekot​

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[member="Tour Sera"] | [member="Zul Grimm"] | [member="Narek Kalast"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"]​

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Ranulph Tarkin had little time to react to [member="Myrne"], although in his mind he was quietly wondering what in the feth was in his drop pod. The kid, boy? Thing? Was slender enough to slip in with the ten stormtroopers. He could scarcely hear the person but noted that the man may very well be one of the rumored members of an order. The officer had only heard scuttle about them nothing more and thus paid him little mind at least while the drop pod descended. Punching through the atmosphere with a thunderous noise that seemed to echo as other drop pods penetrated through with ease. The LZ would be in the western jungles of the planet, where the Bloody Banthas would work to close the gaps against the Vong. "Reach ground in ten," Sgt. Viramontes announced as the squad straightened up their packs, having exchanged blasters for flamethrowers. Blaster fire had been ineffective at Skor, but this time, this time Tarkin and his men were ready. The men and women of his unit each turned to face the doors that would open on the jungles and unleash the fury of diplomacy, justice, and revenge - Imperial style.

"Burn them all," he ordered having put his blaster away and checked his flamethrower.

"Impact in three, two."

THUUUUUUM! KRRAA-AACK!

Smoke billowed from the impact and the sounds of lingering Vong crushed beneath the might and speed of the drop pods was music to Tarkin's ear. As he stepped out of the pod he let his flamethrower burn at the carcasses. "Time for the grand hello, from the Grand Moff to the Yuzhaan Vong." He took another five-foot step forward and once more let the crimson-sunburnt hues of his flames do the talking and delighted as he watched the bugs burn and cook within their own shells.

Waterford. Dancause. Maddessen. Kowalski.

The names of his fallen had been etched into his mind.

Sgt. Viramontes's vox lit up as she alerted nearby forces, "103rd at Kilo-Hotel-Alpha, copy."

Tarkin moved forward again and waited as his platoon arrived, pod by pod the 103rd had not only landed but had begun their assault, carrying with them flamethrowers and mobile payloads. Three squads of flames, and one squad of heavy weapons the idea was to use the heavy weapons to break through the clusters that they could not simply burn through. And as the platoon assembled and burned their way through, the smoke of dead Vong, and fires of the Western Jungles began to crawl through the canopy easily seen for miles. The man with the piercing blue eyes, concealed by the eerily smile plastered on his helmet. Alabaster armor marching through the jungle, together as one in a crescent formation with their heavy weapons dead center as the outside of the crescent blazed through. He held his hand up to pause the fire, and he directed his arm, "I hear them now, there, ready men!"

 

[Soundwave]

Location | Jungles of Zonama Sekot
Objective | Silence Vong patrols
Company | [member="Tour Sera"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Ranulph Tarkin"]

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Scattered Vong patrols all throughout the valley had proven to be a slow and arduous task, but one that played a fairly simple and effective role for the troops to advance with little resistance. The First Order and all its forces were on a playing field that favored the Vong heavily until their fleets broke atmosphere to raze the jungle world and its inhabitants. The terrain made movement difficult, and could easily conceal the Vong who were familiar with it. If the Vong were aware of how close the Auxiliary units were to one of their settlements, they would make desperately quick haste to organize a counter attack. With their arsenal, the Vong would make short work of the Auxiliary and have time to set up defenses against the main force that has had yet to land. It fell to Zul to ensure that they did not receive the chance to organize themselves for a ground assault.

Zul had opted to travel high among the trees to avoid detection from the ground, concealing himself from line of sight amongst the tree branches. He sensed a patrol nearby, slightly larger than the previous one he had encountered, this time a group of five, however, they were not moving. Perhaps a small camp were they were resting. Zul silently drifts from one tree to the next, moving as an unseen ghost, the only indication of his presence was the quiet fluttering of his robes as he was pressed for time. As he neared, he would take extra care to be silent. One Vong was asleep against a tree, having dozed off on watch while the other four were huddled around a fire talking amongst each other in their native language.

He floats down silently to the Vong that was asleep and by himself, his amphistaff coiled next to him as it was keeping a lookout. Zul would seemingly appear from thin air, his boot landing firmly on the amphistaff's body, pinning it to the ground, the pointed end of his sickle flying into its mouth before it let out an alarmed hiss. The blade would pass into the open mouth and its tip poke out from between its eyes, killing it instantly as he swiftly removed the blade. He would crouch in front of the sleeping Vong who had his arms crossed over his chest and his head drooping forward. Zul would stand up as his sickles hung off to the side, flashing briefly as it swiped from right to left, quickly slicing the head off from his shoulders and sending the head off into the bush.

The sound of something moving in the bush would alert one of the Vong by the campfire, muttering to his companions as he got up and walked off to where the sentry was stationed. He would call out in a low gravely voice, trying to get the sentry's attention. Upon receiving no response he would walk closer, spotting his companion's arm and leg sticking out from behind a tree. He would reach a hand out as he grabbed the tree and looked around, only to find that the sentry's head was missing and a fountain of blood was gushing out and down his cold body. The Vong would step back ready to turn and run to alert his fellow Vong only to come face to face with Zul. The Vong would stare at him momentarily, still slightly shocked as Zul tilted his head to the side. The Vong was without his amphistaff, and it would be the last error he would have as Zul raised a sickle above his head and brought it down, the pointed end sinking right into his neck and down further, the hook curling and slicing through his chest until it came into contact with the inside of his Vonduun crab's body that protected his chest. Zul would viciously wrench his sickle upward as he sliced his way back out from the exposed neck and head area, the Vong spraying out blood onto the nearby shrubbery, falling to his knees before dying in that knelt position.

Zul would once more vanish from sight as the three remaining Vong had started to mutter amongst each other, probably over the lack of their companions responding. A light breeze would brush past one, the Vong suddenly lurching forward as Zul's figure could be seen appearing, having jumped off the Vong as he lept over the campfire towards another Vong directly across. They would let out yelps of surprise, the one Vong that Zul was aiming to kill having immediately rolled off to the side as Zul's sickle swept parallel to the ground. They would all hastily get to their feet, wielding their amphistaffs as the four of them circled around the fire. Zul would glance left and right as he watched their movements to see which would be the first to attack. His question would be answered as the two closest Vong both let out a battlecry and came at him from both sides.

The amphistaffs would converge on Zul, though, rather than hit what appeared to be his sickles, they would pass through as if they were never there. Zul or what appeared to be him seemed to vanish as the amphistaffs collided with each other, having drawn the focus of two of the Vong that had engaged first with a doppelganger. The Vong who was furthest would grunt in surprise as a sickle appeared from behind him, the hooked end having locked across his chestplate and was surprised as he was being pulled and twirled around with the inertia of Zul's spin. His boot would kick out, hitting the Vong's ankles as it threw him off balance, being thrown around without any solid footing, his own weight only helping Zul to throw him around. The hook would pull away as the Vong was thrown facefirst over the campfire, Zul having leapt onto his back to keep him pinned as the Vong struggled while being burned alive. By now, the other two Vong would have untangled their amphistaffs to turn and face Zul, the stench of burning Vong in the air along with its screams.

Zul would bend forward as his sickle lowered, the inner edge having slipped under the Vong's neck as he had tried desperately to pull his head as far away from the flames as he could. It was only a brief moment before his head was sliced off from a sudden and abrupt yank of the sickle upwards, like a reverse guillotine. Zul would step back as the headless body burned in the fire, raising his sickles up and crossing them in front of his chest as if he were welcoming them to come at him. Both the Vong would once again charge at him, one leading slightly ahead of the other as he swung at Zul's right. Zul would shift his feet, lifting his right let up torwards his left side as his right hand shot his sickle out to intercept the amphistaff to keep it from sweeping at his legs. In one fluid motion the left sickle would swing forward at the hand wielding the amphistaff, hooking it in its inner edge before a swift pull removed the hand from his forearm. Zul would push the amphistaff off to the side a bit as he lowered his raised foot and got closer, his right hand swinging upward as the pointed end of the hook shot into the Vong's chin and sliced upward.

Zul would be right up against the now dead Vong as his arms slipped underneath the body's armpits, shifting and turning it just enough so that the back had shielded an oncoming blow from the last remaining Vong. Zul would spin out from the embrace as he did a backswing with one sickle, the outer edge of the sickle making contact with the Vong's cheek as it cut it and forced the Vong to stumble back. Zul would continue with a followup swing from his other sickle as he soon forced the Vong into a hard defense, his body's rotations keeping his sickle's coming in a continuous cascade of blades colliding against the amphistaff continuing to force the Vong to backpedal under the relentless assault. After having backed up until they were pressed against a tree, Zul would gracefully turn to face the Vong who was holding his staff up in both hands like he was holding up a benchpress. Zul's hands would come up from either side, his sickles having laced around the wrists of the Vong and pulled downward. Both hands would be cut off from the Vong's arms as the Amphistaff fell down in the death grip leaving the Vong completely exposed.

Zul would quickly slice at the exposed areas of the young Vong warrior, holding his sickles in a reverse grip to cut with the outer edges, severing muscles and tendons to render the arms useless. Cuts from left to right, right to left, lacerations along exposed areas with a surgeon's precision would render the Vong a bleeding mess. A quick spin of Zul's body and a swing from his sickle would slice the head from the body. The body would slide against the tree and slowly down until it collapsed to the dirt as Zul stood at full height. In the heat of the battle he had failed to notice the presence of many more approaching. Perhaps the screaming of the burning Vong had alerted nearby patrols, or maybe it was the fact that this little camp was a waypoint for patrols to rest. Regardless, Zul would find himself in a tight spot as nearly a dozen and a half Vong warriors appeared from the trees around the campsite clearing. He would raise his sickles up as he prepared himself, though this particular battle would not be in his favor.

 

[Tour Sera]

Location: Vong Encampment, Zonama Sekot Eastern Jungles
Objectives: Recon/Area Denial; [ADDITIONAL: HOLD STRATEGIC POINT]

Fireteam Apollyon's HUD's lit up as more proximity alerts pinged on their onscreen displays. The enclosing Vong patrols outnumbered the aux here almost three to one. The corporal and the four other members had already worked to take down three bugs making their rounds by ambushing them, but at this point their presence was already known to the Vong. They wouldn't be able to attack from the shadows anymore, as was typical of Fireteam Apollyon's signature tactics.

Tour's head also raised as she began to hear the sounds of fighting nearby, as well as the distant rumbling of landing pods making it planetside. Looking up she faintly made out the unnatural orange streaks trailing the drop pods; a feeling both of relief and of dread washed over her.

"Sergeant Sera, permission to engage the other patrols?"

".... Sergeant?"

"Permission granted, corporal. Clean 'em out quickly. We've got company."

"I've noticed, sergeant. Would a tactical retreat not be wiser?"

"Negative. Regroup at the central tree of the encampment. We'll funnel them through the alleys first before we engage them up close. Double time. Apollyon Leader out."

Staff Sergeant Sera then crouched near the corner pillar of one of the structural growths, and then finally opened up on the main channel - issuing the Aux's first comm to the rest of the Order's forces - 4 days after disappearing into the dense undergrowth of the planet ahead of everyone else.

"To all Imperial Forces, this is Sergeant Tour Sera of Fireteam Apollyon, 1st Auxiliary Legion. We're holding a Vong encampment on grid 8-4-0, expecting counterattack. Requesting reinforcements and CAS to consolidate and hold strategic point."

Well old gal, no more sneaking in the shadows for you. The invasion of Zonama Sekot is officially underway.

The sergeant holstered her weapon and unslung her Baragwin Assault Blade from around the long of her back. "Fireteam Apollyon, form up on me!"

[member="Zul Grimm"] [member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Krayn]

Of all the sights and sounds that had ever been simulated to the white-clad soldiers nothing would ever have prepared them for the actual thing. The squad of nine, currently the only silent element of the jungle around them, continued through the overgrowth. Occasionally one would pause, observe around them before carrying onwards.

“Four-six-five-five.” The pauldron wearing stormtrooper who had led the group off into the wilderness called through his communicator, the words passing through the unit with the same electronically toned voice. The group, pausing as the words moved across the squad and one of the other identically armoured troopers moved up.
“Sir.” He replied as simply as he could.
“Move up and put down the biomode scanner.” It was a simple command, and was automatically followed as 4655, with a device now in hand that had been pulled from one of his comrades packs.

The device, no more then a small cylinder was extended by hand, from one side a spike was released allowing it to be firmly planted into the soft soil of the surrounds, the other had several lights that began to flash in a circular around the tip. This would be left by the Stormtrooper, as the group following orders left it behind. The signal it was picking up projected back to the chain of command at the landing site and beyond.

Their next stopping point was a small clearing that held a trickling waterfall and several bright coloured flora. It would have been beautiful if it wasn’t for the emotional stress of the unknown on the team. Another device identical to the last had been placed and as the team went to move all, even the jungle went silent.

The sergeant’s hand raised, a fist alerting the team to pause and weapons were raised in an instant. Their was something wrong, something that didn’t feel right. Eyes, masked by the black transparency of their helmet visors stared out into the jungle, prepared for the worst that showed no indication of coming.

Then all chaos broke out.

One of the Stormtroopers on the left flank took the first hit, a strange biological gloop connecting with his chest and sending him to the floor, his form shaking and violently grabbing at himself before going still. 4655 could hear his screams not only through the communicator in the helmet but through the outside world as the First Order began to release their own fire into the jungle, leaves burning up as energised laser ripped through them.

“We have contact with unknown hostiles.” The sergeant could be heard calling through the communicator, 4655 assuming it would be passed on throughout the First Order channels to indicate trouble. Yet it was not the troopers place to be concerned where a message would be going, his task was simply to fight back and neutralise the threat. The problem was where was the threat?

He continued to return fire through the trees, occasionally hearing the liquidised shots whizzing past his helmet. Then the pain started, the world flew in his vision as his feet left the ground, his form thrown several metres backwards as something hit him square in the chest. The flight did not stop until he hit a tree and landed with a crack against the ground, his head sent spinning but not blacked out as yet.

He managed to push himself to the feet, and looked up towards the face of death. The creature, tall and full of muscle was what 4655 assumed to be one of these Vong they had been warned about inhabiting this planet. His skin was split by scaring that was too designed to be accidental and his armour seemed to be alive as the weapon in his hand. Worst of all was it’s eyes, they were cold, narrow and full of fury towards the stormtrooper that had not just died when it had attacked him.

His blaster had been dropped when he had been thrown, yet his sidearm was still attached to his thigh. The blaster pistol removed and immediately raised at the advancing Vong, several shots released into the creature yet no pause would be made. 4655 would find himself yet again at the mercy of the creature, pinned up against the tree by the staff in it’s hands, the weapon held across the troopers cheeset and neck. He couldn’t get the blaster high enough to release a shot, instead hitting it uselessly against the arm of the Vong.

Air was disappearing, the pressure on his neck enough to bypass what his suits support was allowing. Each successive hit against the Vong got weaker and weaker, his vision began to turn black. Then he felt the hard sensation of the ground again. The Vong was dead on the ground, his back full of smoking blaster holes.

“You still with us Kalast?” It was the sergeant, another trooper next to him was scanning the area behind them. Surprised at the mention of his actual name the stormtrooper gave a thumbs up as his voice was not ready to be used just yet. “You’ll need this. We still have a job to do.” His blaster was handed back to him by the sergeant and used to help Kalast to his feet.

“Yes sir.”

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Ranulph Tarkin"] [member="Zul Grimm"] [member="Tour Sera"]

copy that lead, moving to rz

She felt proud of herself, possibly making a good impression to her squadmates and lead yet she knew not to show off...too many times has she seen rookies try and show off before being immediately killed.

She moved back silently as she could, she checked to make sure her path was clear before moving up again. Something seemed off and it just gave her a nasty feeling she couldn't shake off, soon after she heard screams pierce the air as she swung in it's directionbefore her eyes caught the glow of pods dropping.

Well seemed like hell was gonna come their way, deciding that sneaking wasn't needed she stood and started running to meet with the lead, finding a massive amount coming towards them in the village they'd likely have to hold out...and given their weapons that might be a issue

She approachedleads position and stopped watching her wreck a vong before she walked up and then let a breath out with a grin

eh boss? Seems like the party might be coming to us? Should we give them a hell of a welcoming party?

She was eager and bounced a bit adrenaline running through her veins as she held her blaster tight and took a deep breath in then out

 

[Julius Thonn]

Yuuzhan Vong Battle Encampment.
Secure the Sick.

"We know what they're sick with?"

"Baf...Bafth, uh... That pollen stuff."

"Why's it all the way out here?" Someone lead in closer to Jules' head and whispered, "Was it us?" To which, Julius' hand rose up and returned his own space back to him.

"Above our paygrade, Slim." Jules tapped the slugthrower in its holster before he swept his head back around. There was something out there. "Something's out there!" Now that they were outside of the shuttle transport, he could see that they had landed in a clearing of some kind, now, they were passing through a clearing. The briefing they received had told them something was making the Yuuzhan Vong sick all the way out in the Unknown Regions, which, in recent months hadn't been as far as they once had.

A tall figure emerged from the treeline. Sickly almost. He heard the voice of the supervising agent call for helmets. There were other, smaller figures right behind it, holding onto what they could. Eachother, trees, before some of them also collapsed.

"Get them on my ship, you two, search ahead!"

Jules didn't even need to look to know he was one of those two. Still, he didn't draw his weapon. They weren't here to kill, and the Yuuzhan Vong had turned peaceful... At least, the ones that stayed away from the Sith when they invaded the Core.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Above Zonama Sekot ​

Objective: Destroy the Potentium Sect ​

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Kyrel stood in his quarters as he watched the world, already he had heard what had been going on planetside. The living planet was already giving enough trouble of course, but he had not come to deal with the Vong. His purpose was to take care of the Potentium Sect. A sect that was perhaps full of heresy regarding the Force. They had viewed the Force as neither dark or light, but a unifying entity entirely. Kyrel scoffed underneath his mask he himself was proof that the Force was separated by such barriers as he was the dark side incarnate, and today he would show the fools that their world is not what they have perceived it to be before they die. ​

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He walked down the halls of the Destroyer before finally reaching the hanger, taking an Upsilon class Shuttle as his transport he got in, situating himself in the pilot's seat and checking the systems he finally activated the engines, roaring to life as it made it's way out of the hanger and traveled down to the planet. As the ship traveled through the atmosphere Kyrel thought of his studies of the world before arriving, and was surprised at how such a planet can be so full of life and sentient on it's own as well, but like the rest of the Galaxy, this world will be one of many to be under the boot of the First Order. ​

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Then before he knew it he saw what looked to be canons sprouting up from the trees, but they weren't mechanical no they looked organic in nature and when they locked onto him. firing what looked to be magma out towards his ship. Clipping a wing of the craft Kyrel struggled with the yoke in trying to keep the ship together, but it was no use as it went above [member="Zul Grimm"] [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Narek Kalast"] and [member="Tour Sera"]. The wings both broken off as the ship became tangled within the jungle vines before finally stopping leaving a trail behind. For a moment Kyrel was unconscious until he had awoken sensing the Force Signatures weren't far, and as he got up he could sense that he was not alone and as he looked out he saw several Vong surrounding his craft. ​

 

[Braser Steltan]

The navy troopers briskly scrambled about setting up perimeter sensors and cannons. Braser stepped out into the lush grass, his pristine black boots sinking into the mud. He raised a finger to the comm in his right ear and lighly activated it "Sergeant Sera, I am sending a squadron of troopers to assist your team on your mission. I need coordinates to launch a strike on the encampment as soon as possible, let me know when you are getting there. Good luck sergeant, Braser out." The man stood and watched his men, they were clearly afraid of these ''Yuuzhan Vong." The black armor clad troopers watched the tree line, even a slight twig breaking startled them. The Lt. Commander grew more wary by the second, finding his hand on the blaster pistol at his side. He sighed and relaxed his body, if the Vong came he would be ready.

Not a moment later he received word that the strike teams were approaching the Vong camps. He smiled as he knew this campaign would be easier than expected. As soon as he received the coordinates ​The Stark ​would ascend into the sky and blow the encampment to nothingness. Hopefully [member="Tour Sera"] could succeed in her part of the mission.

[member="Tour Sera"] [member="Zul Grimm"] [member="Narek Kalast"]

 

[Tour Sera]

"Corporal, report!"

Tour gruffly sounded out over the comms just as she barely moved out of the way from a amphistaff swinging at her, dropping into a combat roll and falling forward as the amphistaff slammed into the organic mortar behind her. As she rolled back up onto her feet, she quickly swung her Baragwin Assault Blade at the offending bug's feet, failing to cut it but managing to sweep it off its feet and flooring the Vong.

"We're in deep here, sergeant. We've lost Apollyons three, four and five to melee."

"Blast!"

She hissed under her breath as she lowered one hand to toggle her personal mobility shield, just in time to repel another incoming strike from the amphistaff, now turned into a whip as the Vong Warrior leaped back to his feet. Tour also jumped back and leaped to her own feet, putting about three arms' distance between her and the other. The latter was much larger than she was, and evidently much stronger. The Warrior straightened his amphi again, this time into a spear as he stepped forward and began to thrust at her with the tip of his living weapon.

Tour then sidestepped to dodge one strike, and then took a huge step forward with a wide, inward cut from her dead-side, opening herself up and letting the amphi-spear collide with her mobility shield, the energy field of which flickered as it made contact with the Vong's weapon. The warrior then caught her blade with his armored hand, smiling almost mockingly at the smaller Kalzerian. But before he could chamber his far arm to swing his weapon at her, Tour pulled the small trigger on her Baragwin Assault Blade, instantaneously overloading the weapon's power cell, resulting in a small explosion that blinded the Vong, who then let go and covered his face. The smaller sergeant then pulled back, and then leaped forward, plunging the tip of the blade deep into an exposed area in the Vong's armor - a leathery but fleshy patch by his waist. Black blood spilled out of his mouth, and as Tour twisted the blade and pulled it out, the warrior dropped his weapon. He fell to the ground with a silent thud.

Now breathing heavily through her suit, Tour looked at [member="Sara Lee Jones"] as she approached, resting her hands on her knees as she crouched forward and slouched - the adrenaline slowly washing over her as her heart rate slowly began to drop again; her breathing more relaxed.

"These Yuuzhan Vong are different. Hah. There are three patrols coming, but so are the helmets." She then opened a common frequency again to communicate with the other forces of the First Order operating in the area, or who were now enclosing in on their location. "Staff Sergeant Sera again here. Scanners show three hostile tags closing in on our location. Yuuzhan Vong patrols, no doubt. We're currently at the camp center; patrol closing in from the north, west and south: requesting infantry support to help hold this area. Sera out." Just as she finished, the corporal and the young Ordan came around from the far end of an organic building, both holding their knives and blaster rifles. Ordan laughed through his suit, although clearly short of breath as well. Both their suits were covered in the black blood of the Vong, and the blast-glass on the corporal's helmet was cracked, fragmenting his tactical HUD.

"Corporal. I see you've been busy", Tour said as she stood up straight again and sighed.

"Worry not, sergeant. We've saved some bugs for you."

Tour then turned to the three remaining members of Fireteam Apollyon, breathing heavily but still with a lot of fighting spirit left in her voice. "We'll funnel the Vong in through the buildings on the west end of the camp. Sara, send these coordinates to the Stark. I'm downloading them to you now. We'll have them fire on the west end while the Vong are passing through. We catch any bug that makes it out to our end and hold the line. Hopefully the helmets will arrive in time to flank the Vong, and we can pincer the damnable bugs."

"So we're just going to sit here and wait for the bugs to come?!", Ordan protested as he raised his hands, shrugging in disapproval.

"Either that, or the turbolasers on the Stark blow us to atoms, little one, yes", the corporal replied as he slung his blade, holstered his pistol and drew his Sky Raider blaster rifle again.

"What kind of a plan is this?!"

Tour turned her shoulder halfway back to face the trooper. "Sod it, Ordan! If I was a strategist, I wouldn't be down here with you grots! Now form a damn firing line you gits and get ready!"

@Braser Steltan [member="Narek Kalast"] [member="Zul Grimm"] [member="Ranulph Tarkin"]

 

[Soundwave]

Location | Jungles of Zonama Sekot
Objective | Neutralize threats, support Auxiliary unit
Company | [member="Tour Sera"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]

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Zul would be found still in the center of a clearing, surrounded by Vong as the piles of corpses began to grow. He had drawn a lot more attention than he had anticipated, and the wear and tear was beginning to show on the man. He would be sidestepping to avoid swings, moving deftly to the left and right as Vong came at him from multiple directions. He only raised his sickles up to defend himself when a blow was going to connect and there was no chance of dodging him. He was just dancing in and out between amphistaffs, moving with the grace and fluidity of water as not a single motion had any excess.

Zul was weaving in and out around the campfire, conserving his Force powers and regaining his composure as he eyed every detail around him, his eyes darting left and right from beneath its dark veil. He raises his sickle up as he makes a wide arcing motion over his head as the hooked end slipped under the upper part of the Vong's chest plate, pulling him in as the other sickle slipped behind his knee and pulled to throw them off balance and send them flying to the ground. He lifts his leg up high bringing his armored heel down on the Vong's neck with a sickening crack. He bows forward as an amphistaff swings over him, turning his body, pivoting on his foot as he swiped upward with a sickle to cleave through the head of another.

The number of Vong he had to deal with were slowly dwindling, but he was wasting time by staying. He raises his hands up before bringing both his sickles down in a cross slash at another Vong, lifting a leg up to kick him away. A few more minutes and the camp had fallen silent once more, Zul's robes drenched in the blood of Vong, heads and limbs scattered all around the camp with corpses pouring blood into the mud as he looked to the sky and took in a deep breath to take in the calm. His brief respite would be cut short as blasterfire was heard nearby, presumably the Auxiliary having caught up with him and encountering resistance at the location he had sent them to. He would turn to the direction as he began sprinting ahead, using the Force to speed him up.

Zul would approach the camp that Tour and Sara were at as he had his sickles trailing behind him, minimizing wind resistance as he sprinted rapidly through the jungle like a predator on the hunt. He would run up the length of a fallen log before leaping into the air and hopping from branch to branch as he scanned the environment below for any signs of Vong, their black Vonduun shell armor making them easy to spot. He wasted no effort in remaining cloaked as combat was becoming more and more intense. A few minutes later he would spot a small group of three Vong moving towards his destination, leaping down at them.

[ Meanwhile ]

Three contacts would appear coming from the southeast in the Auxiliary squad's HUD, probably expecting that the Auxiliary unit was being worn down and running on fumes. It would only be a matter of time before they were outnumbered and overwhelmed. Just as the contacts were to appear from the treeline based off the HUD, one contact would vanish, swiftly followed by a second. The final contact would seem to pause on their HUD before vanishing, a headless Vong body flying out from the tree line as Zul had Force pushed the corpse to send it crashing and create a clearing from the tree line. The head of said Vong was gripped in one hand, presumably having more information drained from the Vong regarding the locations of a particular group of Vong that the Supreme Leader wanted to be eliminated. He let the head roll on the ground as he reached back and grabbed his sickle to have both in his hands.

He would step into the camp as his ominous figure treaded over the corpses of Vong that the Auxiliary unit had dealt with. He would look amongst the remaining few as his gaze seemed to lock on Tour Sera. He did not say a word but acknowledged her and her efforts with a nod. His head would turn to a direction, sensing another Ren close to their vicinity as he looked back at the shorter female. He would allow her to do as she saw fit and provide support at this location until reinforcements had arrived, either in the form of another Ren or the infantry.

 

[Progflaw99]

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The sound reverberating through the hull of the Corvette unsettled her. 'Born of the Earth' they'd said about her. She found it particularly strange. As a Jal Shey, she had been brought up on the move, constantly travelling in space - though that was a time ago, before the Knights of Ren, before Sieger, before all this...

A blinking indicator on the readout in front of her drew her back from the brink of her own mind. She'd been spending a lot of time there lately. Anilah was what one might refer to as a troubled mind, more often than not she found herself a near victim of her musings. Hours upon hours she would rest within the confines of her quarters at the Bastion, recounting fragments of her memories, echoes of the past and future. She had a gift - or a curse, she hadn't decided which it was just yet. She had become reclusive at the Bastion, rarely initiating conversations with the others there though in truth she wished it wasn't so. She was a peculiar one, often hearing voices that weren't there, sensing things no one else could. It was this that had so often affected her behavior, in fact if she was being truthful it was what drove her.

Acknowledging the silent alarm she brought her vessel to a near stop, initiating a scan of the surface briefly before nudging forward on the throttle. *Zonoma Sekot*. Already she could sense something different about this planet, the voices that were so easy to reach out to back on Virgilia were now silent. *The Vong.*

Anilah had the luxury of studying the archives carefully, in fact she was among the most well read of the Knights of Ren - her solitary habits often leading her to the Bastion Archives at strange hours of the night. It was there she learned about the Dark Side, it was there she sought to learn all she could. Knowledge was power. She had arrived after the main force, though her intentions were much more specific than conquest or dominion - it could very well be that she didn't make it out alive. The Yuuzhan Vong were not a species to be trifled with. By all accounts, they were likely one of the most dangerous scourges to ever roam the galaxy. She couldn't explain why, but she had been drawn to Zonama, as if the Force were driving her to it - and yet now it was silent. Taking a deep breath and catching the edge of her lip between her teeth, she angled the nose of her vessel towards the surface. Soon her adventure would begin in earnest.

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Tour Sera"] [member="Braser Steltan "][member="Zul Grimm"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]

She chuckled, she looked as the other too arrived and that cheery mood she had slowly faded as realization set in that they were the only four left now. She frowned behind her visor and then sighed shaking her head before she straightened herself up.

When that ren entered she looked to him as she stood straighter, she hadn't seen a ren in awhile ever since she left that very faithful day. No less did they look intimidating as they were powerful. Any time they were around she felt something inside of her stir, however she shrugged it off as she looked to sera and saluted having her orders she rushed off to give the location

She stopped for a second to gather herself, this mission was a suicide mission...could these four really hold off serial patrols? She stood and pushed those thoughts away as she got on comms to the stark

this is apollyon six sending coordinates to your location for a run over

She transmitted the location and made sure it went through before she started running back. However she failed to notice a hidden vong and was struck by a staff right to the head, it cracked and gave way as she let a scream out that was silenced as she hit the ground hard, air rushed out as she saw the vong laughing and raising it's weapon. She looked at a structure seeing a piece loose...maybe if she could just get her blaster she could pull it on him...

She moved back and pulled her blaster up as she shot the grapple out past him, it looked at the missed shot and glared chuckling evily. She smirked.

heads up

She said and pulled the rope as she moved back to clear herself as the vong looked back in horror before he was crushed as Sara spat

and enjoy that grave ferfek

She stood as she removed her helmet keeping her comm, the helmet was useless now that the visor was busted, she started her way back seeing sera as she oanted few cuts in her face from the glass and sweat pouring down

it's done...eliminated one straggler while on my way back

 

[Wilhelmine Dahma]

Location: Zonama Sekot Orbit, FIV Vigilance
Objective: Operation Schildknappe
Allies: @Carlyle Rausgeber
Post: 3

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As the Vigilance shifted position and the Chiss gazed from the bridge down to the beautiful wedge of metal before them, her stomach dropped just a little bit sensing the ship was slowly descending.

"You are to stay aboard the bridge Commander."

“Yes, Sir,” Morro said, taking the seat that Captain Banning would have occupied. She watched as the living planet grew in size before them and as they closed in upon it, her red eyes watched the movement from the TIE Landing Bay, the small fighters zipping out into seamless formation.

A hushed sense of reverence came over the bridge as the officers tensely waited for a sudden burst of action. A thin sheen of sweat appeared upon her brow, and Morro removed her black cap, tucking it under her seat. Sure she was out of regulation but her glossy, onyx-hued hair was coiled in a series of intricate and tidy braids, and furthermore these humans kept their vessels far too warm for the Csilla native. The officer was able to work in many imperfect conditions but a stuffy bridge, filled with nervous, sweating humans was an irritating pet peeve.

She listened to each report, occasionally glancing sideways towards the Admiral. While she tried to remain humble, Morro did feel a sense of satisfaction at being invited to remain on the bridge. So far her career trajectory was going to plan. There was nothing she could do to make herself more valuable now. You will only have to wait and perhaps when this mission is over then a promotion might be in the-

"Sir, we have a problem!"

She loathed the anxiety in her fellow officer’s voice and turned her head slowly to respond to the danger, not wanting to show any sign of weakness now, or she felt that the spell might be broken, and she’d be sent off to retrieve more data or even as far off as the main flight deck.

 

[Judah Lesan]

The mission was always the same, kill. Targets changed, as did methods, but Verza had one single objective. This time he was not needed to kill any one particular political heavyweight. The First Order had decided to rain down the full spectrum of their combat power. Verza was there as a demonstration of what years of conditioning toward one task could accomplish, and he intended to ensure his service did not disappoint.

As usual the assassin was deployed by an unidentifiable craft. There were no markings to associate it with the First Order, but today that was not important. Leaping from the height of about four meters to ground the below, Verza crouched low as his legs absorbed the impact. Pushing up to his full height caused his boots to sink into the soft ground of the jungle floor. It was littered with moss that stretched on as far as the eye could see. Each step forward was accompanied with a soft squishy feeling under foot.

Verza pressed a gloved hand to his helmet where his ear would be. Every piece of gear was custom made for the assassin as was the armor he wore. He tapped into the comm frequency the military was using. Listening in he determined the location of some and moved to intercept them and lend aide.

<<< "This is FOSB Agent Code Name Rubrum," >>> he said into the comms, the device in his helmet masking his voice as did most of the masks worn by the Knights of Ren. <<< "I am headed toward your location. >>>

There was no waiting for a reply before he took off running. He would run into the middle of the massive swarm if need be. Verza had full confidence that whoever was in charge at the combat zone would fill him in on the details of what was happening. He did not want to run in blind if he could avoid it, but the assassin was more than ready to do his part in bringing this world under the control of the First Order.

[member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Zul Grimm"] | [member="Anilah"] | [member="Morro"] | [member="Tour Sera"] | [member="Braser Steltan "]| [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]​

 

[Braser Steltan]

post 3
obj: Bombard Vong positions and provide an outpost for ground forces


"Copy that, get out of there as soon as you can, in five minutes you'll be in the firing line. Lt. Commander Steltan, out." The finely suited man turned to the bridge crew behind him. The men snapped to attention and turned to briskly walk to the bridge. Braser wanted to stay and oversee the setup for the outpost, the men on The Stark ​could certainly handle themselves. Not a minute after they had left the ships massive engines burned a bright blue, the landing gears retracting as the warship ascended into the sky. Once it had reached around one hundred and thirty feet into the air it moved forward at a slow pace, giving the ground teams time to get to safety. Braser turned just in time to see an amphistaff flying towards his head, he tried to duck but the weapon slammed into his temple at full force. The weaker man was knocked to the ground, his cap flying from his head. Before he could collect himself, the blunt force weapon changed into a sharp spear and jabbed at him as he crawled backwards. A navy trooper drew his weapon and fired into the Vong several times. As the Vong turned and lunged at the trooper two more burst from the tree line. Braser grabbed an F-11D and fired at the attackers. Three of the bolts landing in one of the Vong's chest, staggering it but not stopping it. Suddenly the makeshift outpost was a firefight between the navy troopers and the Vong warriors.

Braser stood up and contacted the auxiliary team in the forest. "Sergeant Sera, we need you back here immediately! The bugs are attacking the outpost, hurr-" before he could finish he turned and fired at another Vong, the bolt hitting its neck, dropping it to the ground. He and the navy troopers backed towards the center of the clearing and continued firing on the attackers. "Hold on men, we can hold them here!" The six men dropped a knee and continued their unrelenting barrage of blaster fire towards the Vong. The advancing Vong charged with weapons draw, their spears in their hands. ​If the ground teams don't get back here, we're karked.

​@​Sara Lee Jones [member="Zul Grimm"] [member="Tour Sera"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Narek Kalast"]

 

[Tour Sera]

"Apollyon One, in position."

"Apollyon Two, in position."

Hidden from plain sight, the two aux's had taken up sniping positions, now opting to use their DLT 19X targeting rifles in favor of accurately placed power in favor of the messier assault blaster rifle.

"Sergeant Sera, we need you back here immediately! The bugs are attacking the outpost, hurr-"

Veraya's blood.

Tour had barely been able to approach [member="Zul Grimm"] to thank him for his timely intervention when Lt. Steltan radio'ed in his distress call back at the outpost. The Staff Sergeant knew however that to complain at this point was futile - such was the thankless job of any first wave - Stormtrooper, auxiliary or Rennite. Lord Zul had already cleaned out a good chunk of the arriving Vong, so she calculated that she could move on from here.

"Corporal?"

"We heard it, sergeant. We'll hold here."

The thought of it made Tour sick to the stomach. She knew that leaving them here would be a death sentence. The Ren would move on, and two troopers alone didn't stand a chance against that many Vong. They'd be able to hold out for a while, but not for long.On the flipside, they hadn't pulled out their 19X's until now, so they probably had enough clips to hold until the main force caught up with the auxiliary vanguards.

"Coordinate with the Stark, sergeant. Keep the Vong away from home."

Tour then turned to Sara, and then gestured that they'd have to relocate back to the outpost. She toggled the repulsorlift pods on her boots, slowly lifting her off the ground until she was at eye's level with the treetops, and then sped off in Lt. Stelton's direction.

"Lt. Stelton, this is Sergeant Sera. We are en route to your location."

"Stark, this is Apollyon One. We're sending new coordinates for you. Give the bugs hell."

The coordinates covered a square kilometer around their own position. They'd level the encampment, and bring down as many Vong as they could with it - along with them.

@Braser Steltan [member="Verza Lor"] @Morro @Sara Lee Jones

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Tour Sera"]

She listened to the distress call as well, blast....things just got better and better it seemed...she still wore that broken helmet eyes staring out with a intensity of fire before she looked away with a frown on her face...

She didn't want to leave these men behind, sure she just met them but it was that simple send did honor and brotherhood that pulled at her, watching the sergeant she activated her own and was off following behind her

On this flight her mind started thinking...this really was why the aux was made wasn't it? Simply send traitors, prisoners, nom humans, and anything that wasn't up to their standards. She sighed to herself as she looked around....a entire team lost for this stupid rock they could just blow away and not have to deal with ever again...but it had a use and it's a use the first order would expose

how much farther sergeant

She said as she looked around keeping watch just in case the vong followed