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This is Getting Out of Hand, Now There are Three of Them! | Imperial Invasion of Alliance-controlled

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Side: Galactic Alliance
Tags: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Ellifain Eden"]
Enemies: [member="Cecile Miraxus"]

He moved through the bog and swamps ever with the lightest touch. As if he knew the silt and clay for every footfall that lied hidden beneath, he rarely fell victim to the sinking of feet beneath the mud. He carried a nonchalance about him that seemed to emphasize the naivety of his life - he had truly never known the waging of war. Only the stories told by his mother and father, his uncles, and the occasional banter of the numerous various women that lived at the homestead. He rarely spoke on such things but he was always prepared to listen.

Or feel.

And he felt it now, a darkness shimmying through the foggy woods. Like a comforter held taught over a translucent sheet, he knew now that they weren't alone. And that perhaps this was more than just a nuisance.

Stepping lightly across tufts of rush, interlaced by barren spots of cracked and wet earth, he found the mound and propped the walking staff into it. Pulling the cap from the top, he withdrew a simple bow and quickly strung it.

"The birds will stay...if we simply request it." He looked up towards the grey sky and knocked his tongue, eyeing a particularly impressive nest of mud and twigs in the nearby gnarltree. A small shadow took shape as it landed upon his outstretched arm. A Jubba Bird, chest colored in patches of purple and pink with a plum of green resting upon its proud brow. "Would you sing us a song?" Maud spoke quietly, offering a seed to the bird in the extended hand. It investigated but took no interest, being that it was carnivorous. And it took to flight, letting out a symphony of music from the vibrant orange beak. Eerie and melodic, a soothing sense cut across the impending darkness of the swamp.
 
Division: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Galactic Empire, Karking Mandos
Accessories and Equipment: In Bio, equipment necessary to appear as NFU (FD-2http://starwarsrp.net/topic/112086-fd-2/)
Team: The Thousandhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/115631-the-thousand
Hunny: @Aver Brand

https://youtu.be/QRg_8NNPTD8

He felt a deep sigh rush over him. The sort that indicated the stove was turning on, quickly bringing the kettle to a boil. First the forces in the swamp, now the ship was gone. And then something else was stated and he was beside himself. The Mandalorians had dealt with the alliance, formed an agreement as far as he was concerned. A deal was struck, such things were not simply tossed aside. If the Equalizers were bound to obligation, the Mandos would feel the same thing - taught around their neck before choking on whatever it was that was offered by the enemy.

I would have no other with me for this song.

Maybe he had no reason to be angry, burdened by a sense of hypocrisy where lives past, he betrayed as he saw fit. But he didn't care, times had changed, and they would instill their own sense of justice. Afterall, a burning Alliance would hardly be forthcoming with the toys offered. A living breathing thing tells far more than a corpse.

He pulled the slugthrower from the harness and pulled the slide back. Checking the ammunition, he took a deep breath and looked towards Aver. "Follow the smell of chit, should take us right to them."

Stepping forward, he called the force to his gait as he stepped with monstrous presence through the bogs. Lightfooted and heavy simultaneously, footsteps would be left with no body to show for it. His direction was clear. The forward operating base, ground control for the Alliance. Hopefully he'd trip over a Mando on the way there.
 
Location: Dogabah Surface
Allies: GE
Enemies: GA & Allies
Role: Combat Medic, Troop Support
Reacting towards: [member="DT-2417"] , [member="Darth Metus"] , [member="Srina Talon"] , [member="Srina Talon"] , [member="Katria Vekarr"] , [member="Katria Vekarr"]


The ground situation was beginning to turn slightly towards the Imperial favor, at least in Seto's position as more and more troopers began to form a cohesive battle line. This action freed the Squads that Seto was assigned to and allowed new orders to be completed. The Sergeant next to him barked a new set of orders that they were to assist the Light Armor units that were recently dropped in, a large concentration of Galactic Alliance forces were engaging the Imperial special forces and the AT-ST needed Infantry assistance.

Splashes of mud and swamp water erupted everywhere as they all moved to reinforce their brethren. Seto himself steeled himself, the longer the battle drew out the difficulty of keeping his Force sensitivity hidden strained his mind. It would be a lot easier to use the Force to drag himself around the swamp and mud quicker but that thought paled in comparison to the idea of releasing a rather pent up ex-Obsidian Knight. Regardless Seto focused his mind to his current task of supporting the troops around him. Seto promised himself that it would take a quite dangerous situation for him to ignite his lightsaber.

Seto continued to listen to his Comms as he moved along with the rest of the troopers, AT-AT's have began their push and eventual breakthrough of the Alliances scattered battle lines. Having additional troops and superior armor would efficiently hammer down any sizable Alliance force. Seto's HUD flared up as an explosion rocked the ground nearby, mud and swamp splattered across, his HUD quickly subsided the notifications. The four Stormtroopers hit were all killed, all Seto could do was keep their ID's safe until they returned back home and make their report. They continued their advance.

The lead troopers reported that contact was made, the AT-ST could already be heard and the heavy weapon's squadron started to move towards their position to provide supporting fire. Seto himself dashed forward as he started to hear reports of injured troopers, the reality soon set in with all the troopers that they were to assist the Death Troopers. Moving around the AT-ST, trying to steer clear from the heavy enemy fire he found himself looking at one of the black clad Death Troopers. Meeting a special forces unit was nothing to be surprised about but Seto felt other Force users present nearby in the area, his mind raced but a mere moment all it took for Seto to focus on his objective.

The reinforcing Stormtroopers quickly began to support the AT-ST's attempt to secure the center as one of the Heavy Weapon squads attempted to hold their flank. Seto himself worked on dragging out the wounded Deathtroopers back behind their own battle lines. Trying to heal them on the spot where they were downed would prove to be futile. Time was critical here, the longer they could hold the Alliance battle droids and their forces the better of their chances of winning once the AT-AT support arrives. Fresh troops, Bacta and sweet artillery support Seto thought as he went back to help out more of their fallen comrades.


Actions: Assist Pestilence w/ 56 Stormtroopers (Including myself as a Medic), Provide Fire Support for the AT-ST
 
Location: Dagobah Surface​
Allies: The Galactic Empire​
Enemies: Everyone else?​
Objective: Reinforce Imperial ground assets​
Equiptment: 8x AT-AT Walkers, 1 platoon per walker​


The metallic whirring of the leg motors strained against the unrelenting clutches of mud and swamp waters, yet onwards they would stride his company in all its grandeur and force. For the first time in his career, he had been given opportunity and chance to prove himself alongside the greater powers of his great empire. His whole career had led up to this moment, the fleets above were led by names famous across every barrack block and officers quarter in imperial space. It was for this reason that the betrayal hit him so hard. Their moment of glory dashed by an alien of all. Then came the hail from headquarters and the commands sent out by the Grand Moff himself.

His initial reaction was stillness. A cold rage slowly wrapping its tendrils up from the deepest part of his body. His eyes narrowed alongside the sound of his grip tightening to the command seat upon which he sat. He inhaled a deep breath while closing his eyes. Only opening them again after his mind had run the situation through his mind. Then came the response pressed quietly and with an intensity into his commlink. The sky seemed to shift. The looming figures of triangular superstructures blinked out of existence one by one. Then came the second transmission from his own ship informing him of the traitors among them and the full withdrawal of the space fleet in more detail. They had come across half the galaxy and two kilometers through swamplands for a fight and by god they were going to get one.


"Rapier squadron full offensive formation is a go. Fire for full effect once in range of the alliance positions. FOB 1337 establish heavy artillery and anti-air batteries on your position it seems we may have lost our supremacy in orbit, I place my trust that you can handle surface protection from there. All stormtrooper platoons prepare for deployment from AT-AT in five minutes."


A flurry of radio message later and he once again had peace with which to evaluate this ever-changing battlefield. Playing his hand here might even land him a position of more power depending on if the company was to survive and more importantly take the day through the burning of lasers and the blood of his enemies. The minutes seemed to drift pass as his mind played out their possibilities on the battlefield picture being presented to him from the sensor readings and battle reports of frontline troops.

BOOM!

His command bridge rocked violently nearly throwing him from his seat before he realized what had happened. It must have been seconds later that the first blaster bolts started to glare over his viewscreen. The explosion caused by a shoulder-launched device carried by a rather annoying alliance trooper within the nearby treelines. He watched the tranquility of multicolored bolts flew with grace towards his pride and glory. Then they started to burn, the AT-AT's main weapons opened fire at full power eviscerating pockets of soldiers now running to make it back to their lines although their attempts in vain only to be met with shrapnel and burning energy from the now fully operational walkers.


"Sir we have made it to weapons range and are taking high volumes of small arms blaster fire. All units are returning fire." His lieutenant informed him.


"Good have all platoons of troopers deployed immediately and gain an open channel to all officers on this battlefield. Inform them that the battle is not lost and that reinforcements are here if they have not already noticed."


And notice they would as the grey gargantuan crushed swamp and tree with every step forward. Yes, the sight and size of such a mechanical beast were enough to set any man in his good sense into a stern state of fear as long as he stood as its enemy. Yet to its friend the walker sent a sign of salvation. This hammer to crush the Alliance against the anvil.

Actions: Traverse from landing zone to conflict area, give orders for AA and Artillery, open fire on enemy troops 1km from the imperial frontline.
 
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In time, we will understand the balance of the Galaxy.
The shackles of the power the Jedi and the Sith endure,
And the weakness they've ingested as a result.
Ultimate had a vision of this balance, of the weight we Mando'ade need carry.
He executed it without hesitation, without remorse. Without regard for life.
He understood what was necessary.
What our destiny was.
His only mistake was his mortality.
Location: Dagobah Surface | Leaving GA Forward Operating Base | Entering Dagobah Swamps
Objective: Collusion
Allies: The Mandalorian Empire | Vilaz Munin Kad Tor Artemis Lux Jor Kvall Briika Tor-Munin Yasha Mantis Kal Ordo Malika Mantis Tal Vizsla Tusk Preliat Mantis
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance
Engaging: Allies (GA, CIS, ORC, SJO) | Red Team: Kip Hollaran, Lyra Sunfell, Katria Vekarr, Dalton Kenway, Sol Stazi, Prime, Darth Metus, Mirvak, Akabane Jarvik | Srina Talon @Er’in Tenel


"We're done here," Ra proclaimed as batteries from the fleets began firing upon their position. The base was being torn apart. "Regroup at Alpha rendevouz." Ra popped one of the data cards from the command console he was standing at and slid it into his armor's hold. Pure devastation was being wrecked upon the base, more firepower than even the Mandalorians currently had groundside at the F.O.B. Their LAAT's were already rerouting to the rendesvouz. Someone had obviously been tipped off very early to their location and the events ongoing, and Ra looked at his present comms officer.

The man nodded. It was definitely time to go.

Spinning his finger in the air for everyone to round up and pinging the others on their comms, Ra hastily made his exit from the Command Module, navigating the wreckage with plot-laden precision until he reached the outermost perimeter. More fledgling Alliance soldiers. More gunfire. Ra's crimson cloak flowed with each gust of wind, each explosion.

"Admiral," Ra growled into his comms. "Begin engagement of the Galactic Imperial Fleet."

A fleet battle against the Empire while the ground war was with the Alliance? What sort of game were the Mando'ade playing at here.

"Send Tal Alor'ad the contract, and offer him Mand'alor's regards."

Ra motioned with his head towards the jungle. They began heading away from the base - offering no verbal orders and being rather restrictive with comms between each other, as to not give their position away.

They heard sounds of battle ahead in the swamps.

Ra waved left with two fingers, then right with two fingers.

Then held up a fist.

The Mandalorians began flanking the position of the battle,

and Mand'alor the Undying had every intent to engage.
 
Location: Dagobah, Near swamp trooper postions
Allies (GA, CIS, ORC, SJO) | Red Team: [member="Kip Hollaran"], [member="Lyra Sunfell"], [member="Katria Vekarr"], [member="Dalton Kenway"], [member="Sol Stazi"], [member="Prime"], [member="Darth Metus"], [member="Mirvak"], [member="Akabane Jarvik"] | [member="Srina Talon"] @Er’in Tenel
Allies (GA, CIS, ORC, SJO) | Blue Team: [member="Shoma Ike"], [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], [member="Aya Clarke"], [member="Rapax"], [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: Galactic Empire

Uncertain if anyone received his telepathic message, the Sith Lord knew he had to make his move and soon. He had to pin the enemy forces in this location in the hopes that his team mates got the message and would be sending reinforcements.

Backing up slowly until his helmet and rifle were the only part not submerged in swamp water, he whispered softly to his companions sitting on his head. “Better move along now my friends, things are about to get exciting around here.”

Their croaking response brought a smile to Daxton’s lips as it was official, this planet was driving him nuts. Sighting the highest ranking officer in his scope, he could not help the grin that creeped up on his lips as he pulled the trigger. Once, twice, three times in a smooth well practiced motion.

There would be no warning, no warning at all. By the time the supersonic crack was heard, three bodies would be falling to the ground, fatally wounded by shots to the head that scrambled and exploded organic matter so efficiently. Geysers of blood and brain matter spraying the immediate area in a macabre art display.

By the time swamptroopers realized they were under attack, Daxton was in a new position, scanning the area for fresh targets. Officers screaming at men would be high in his priority list, followed by anyone carrying heavy weaponry, then people applying medical support. Should he get a clear shot at anything explosive or flammable that would make his list as well.

Also, this time he wasn’t shooting to kill, this time he shot to maim and cause as many injuries as possible. The objective was to bait the brave and stupid into rescuing their fallen comrades, so that he could add them to the pile of victims. How long could the Imperials hold back from the cries of their wounded.

Some would say, it was a dirty way of fighting as if rules matter on a battlefield. In war, there was no right or wrong way, only the strong would survive. The rifle bit into his shoulder from recoil as he took down another victim in his scope before maneuvering to a new position.
 

Marcus Tritum

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Enemy: [member="Janick Beauchamp"]

The deflector shields of the Vigil held, despite the buffeting of various debris as the central hangar of the Compellor battlecruiser blew apart around the frigate. The small ship was quite literally inside the battlecruiser now and Fabian did not intend on stopping.

The cannons of the Vigil fired again and again, turbolasers ripping huge chunks out of the ship's superstructure, vaporizing crew members or spilling them out into vacuum.

The ships from below firing up at the Vigil would be hammering the Compellor's belly too, further helping to gut the ship. Even so, several bolts struck the Vigil, and the shield power flickered lower, well below fifty percent.

"Direct fire up and in, Lieutenant. We'll chew through her decks until we reach her heart."
 
Location: Dagobah Swamps
Allies: Mando'ade l [member="Yasha Mantis"] l @Ra Viszla
Enemies: Jetii l Galactic Alliance l [member="Margaret the Grey"]
Objective: Don't touch my karking kid.


There was a bent up rage inside Preliat Mantis, something that not most felt in their lifetimes. It was such a powerful thing, the hatred, the fire, the rage- the pure, unfiltered anger that existed in the Wolf of Manda'yaim. He was a wound, a tear in the force just by his presence alone. Partly due to his connection with the nether- partly due to his time spent near the Dark Harvest's energy, partly due to the fact that he was simply alive now.

He snapped his head towards the Jedi when she attacked his child. And all that rage, all that anger- focused on one singular person, one singular instance in the galaxy. If he was a storm before, his rage became like lightning- precise and destructive. He moved faster than most men normally could, thanks to his leg. It circulated the darkness within him, tainted with the dark side. It fueled him, and in turn, he fueled it.

Crushgaunt adorned hands went out, not to tackle, not to punch the Jedi Master- but to seize her temporary confusion to his own gain- and throw her. If his hands found purchase on her, he was going to pick up the small woman and throw her with all of his might. And for a man who wore Beskar'kandar armor for the past few years, it wouldn't be particularly difficult to launch a person smaller than he was a fair distance. That was on top of the fact that Preliat was already a massive man, standing at six and a half feet tall.

And all that he was, all that he had, was going to be focused on beating this Jedi that had dared lift a finger against his daughter, the one thing he had left of his family.
 
Location: Dagobah Surface: Jungle
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Artemis Lux"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Kal Ordo"] [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member="Jor Kvall"] [member="Briika Tor-Munin"]
Enemies: [member="Margaret the Grey"] @Orbital Bombardments

She must have been some Jedi Master indeed if recovering from what looked to be a voraciously wild night, the woman could still stop all the pellets of a shotgun fired within five feet of her. Twice. Yasha respected that even if she’d barely realized what was happening.

You smell like a mouldy cantina… and I’m wearing an environmentally controlled helmet. That says a lot.” Yasha grimaced under her buy’ce, throwing the shotgun on her back and leaping toward the rolled up newspaper. "Who comes to a war without weapons!?"

Distance wasn’t as much an enemy as reach, and Yasha knew to get [member="Margaret the Grey"], she’d have to get inside her swinging arm. So that’s exactly what the girl did, crashing toward Margaret’s stomach with her armoured shoulder. Yasha snapped forward with a punch to Margaret’s gut, the arm with the newspaper going above her.

If contact with Margaret’s stomach was indeed made, Yasha’s gauntlet blades would stab outward, puncturing into the Jedi Master and doing all sorts of unseemly potential damage. Bright lights flashed in the sky before Yasha could finish her punch. [member="Preliat Mantis"] rushed the Jedi, throwing her for all intents into the jungle.

Ra moved through the sudden onset of explosions. Yasha saw her Mand’alor, the flow of his cloak, the lights veering toward them and grabbed her father’s crush gaunt, leaping off the exploding bunker and into the jungle. “Daddy! Hurry!

As Margaret went, she’d either get eliminated in the orbital bombardment of the base, or Preliat was strong enough to throw her into the relative safety of the jungle, or…

Whatever the or was got lost on Yasha’s dash out of immediate danger. She scanned right to left, looking for the Jedi Master. With her Daddy by her side, and her shot gun in her hands, Yasha was invincible… and she needed to show her Daddy she could be just as vicious.

It was the family business, after all.
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
Location: Dagobah Space
Objective: Attacking Fabian's Frigate
Allies: GA/CIS/Others, [member="Janick Beauchamp"]
Enemies: Imperials, [member="Fabian"],
Inventory: Unmarked LISF-1 Starfighter bought on Open Market, two heavy Magnetic Revolvers, Neuranium Pellets, Grapplehook Pistol, Anti-Force User Grenades, Sliver of Light, Spear of Rae, Gauntlets of Gravitational Mastery, Chameleon Cloak, Armored Biot, Makeshift disguise of robes and bandages, Abregado Combat Shield, Phrik Combat Body, Leovi Wings Jet Systems, Hypno-Gaze attachment, generic blue-blade combat lightsaber



Still heading towards the remaining frigate from Imperial task force after two of its larger companions were obliterated, the droid was able to witness the smaller ship ram and force its way into the GA Battlecruiser hangars.

"Crazy fething bastards."

The machine muttered to himself as he pushed his engines further and further, trying to close down on the distance as soon as possible in attempt to personally try to foil the Imperial plans, however by the HK would be nearby the battlecruiser penetrated by the frigate, the smaller ship would already open fire, trying to burn its way through inside.

"Chit, chit, chit."

HK muttered some more as he whipped his starfighter back and forth in tight circles, watching the first seconds of the assault while nearby the hangar, scanning the whole situation and calculating what would be the best course of action. Perhaps it was because he was flying a lone, unmarked starfighter and appeared so suddenly, or perhaps it was because of the chaos caused by sudden defection of some of the Imperial forces under Chiss command which were now engaging their brethren, but outside of ambushing TIE fighters and supporting GA bombers earlier the droid remained somewhat unmolested without any specific TIE squadron sent to hunt him down. At least for now it gave him enough time and energy to fully focus on dealing with the frigate.

In his lone starfighter he may not have had a way to quickly disable or destroy them, not without help from other GA members, but at least he could try to make sure that the frigate would not survive their attempt, even if they'll succeed.

"Feth it, violent lives, violent deaths."

The droid finally came to a decision as he pushed in his flight controls and forced maximum thrust, engines roaring out as he cut the distance closer and closer, heading right for the very same hangar.

"Metal does not age, we are eternal!"

HK called out the words of the Metal Lords as amidst the noise of battle and explosions from turbolasers trying to melt through the hangars around them there was the sudden scraping and roaring of starfighter forcing its way inside as well. It was going to be a tight squeeze, with the majority of space taken up by the frigate, and what with turbolaser batteries firing off all through it, but the frigate's sensors could pick up on signature from an active starfighter somehow making its way next to them and sure enough, from the screens on their bridge they could see a starfighter barrel in and spinning as it just slipped in between couple of turbolaser bolts and rain of shrapnel.

Inside the cockpit HK tugged and pulled on the flight controls quickly, changing the flight direction and thrusts violently in rough, pretty crude movements, following his plotted calculations and trajectories with a string of equally feverish and hasty profanities.

The starfighter would scrape alongside one of the walls and floor, its deflector shields lighting up as it bounced from a corner, saving it from being annihilated right away from the impact as its thrusters compensated to change direction and the vessel roared and grind alongside the wall opposite to the bridge viewscreens, leaving a hot trail of scorch marks from its engines before they were wiped away in its wake by a nearby hit from a turbolaser. Within its cockpit there was a fully bandaged figure, clad in thick brownish stained robes, with a pair of thick black goggles sitting over where its eyes should be.

The vessel remained operational however as shifting away it opened fire, raining a barrage from its laser cannons while pushing itself away from the walls and speeding towards the frigate. Its attack wasn't aimed at the bridge however, instead the vessel targeted the frigate's shields, firing off a salvo of its proton missiles towards where the droid's scans marked possible location of the ship's shield generators before tumbling to the side of the frigate to scrape past it.

HK's goal was to drain the frigate's shields and disable their shield generator so that once, if, the battlecruiser around them they had only their hull to rely on.
 
"Grey" is not a crack about my hair color.
Location: FOB
Allies: Kark it all
Enemies: [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]
Objective: Karking karkers

It was at that moment that Margaret knew she had karked up.

She was already off balance from dodging the shotgun blasts. There was no way she was going to get out of the way of the big 'un before he could sling her like a sack of something that is easily slung. She had a split second to react, to do something, before going airborne.

So what, you might ask, did she do?

She planted a hand on the swampy ground, called upon every erg of Force power her battered mind could grasp, and pushed.

End result?

She still went flying arse over teakettle, landing on and falling through the roof of a nearby supply shed with a resounding crash. But, as she flew, she was gifted with one final view of her Mandalorian pals, just as a wave of filthy, foul-smelling mud geysered up out of the ground. It probably wouldn't hurt them, but with a little luck, it would take weeks to get the smell out of their armor.

Serves them right, the bastards, she thought, just before blacking out.
 
To boldly alchemize what no one alchemized before
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Location: Dagobah
Allies: Alliance/CIS/ORC [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="HK-36"]
Enemies: GE [member="Desmond C'artyom"]
Directly engaging: [member="Fabian"]
Music: Blessing of the Eight Generals I

- BATTLE MEDITATION ACTIVATED -

The dorsal point-defense guns of the Pellaeon inflicted a few casualties since the feedback loop onboard, caused by the Incandescent Truth's collision, took a while to resolve; they only fired very briefly, due to the damage sustained by the bombing run causing the Pellaeon to retreat. What's the point in the Grand Moff risking the Imperial flagship on something as low-key as Dagobah? The shipyards were rather... minor if the information the ORC got on them is anything to base it from, and there are no real resources, nor hyperlane access, Janick thought, while returning back to the fleet, once again being trailed by the droid bombers, running out of ordnance. Meanwhile, Julie et al diverted power from the engines to the bottom shields after the Vigil scored another hit on the superstructure above the central hangar, rendering the battlecruiser unable to change its speed or direction. But, in hitting the superstructure, creating the last debris until the bottom shields were raised in that area, the enemy also caused a few security crewmembers assigned to those very decks to be vented, and the thermal detonators they carried were set to detonate on impact. With nowhere else to go but towards the Vigil, a squad's worth of thermal detonators made their downward plunge towards the enemy frigate, exploding upon contact.

"Commence strafing run on the Vigil, make sure we fire at its dorsal guns"

"Roger, roger"

Meanwhile, a somewhat scorched LISF-1 flew away from the Vigil, with the C-9980s firing a total of eight MIRVs, splitting up into five concussion missiles apiece shortly thereafter, while. Also, the picket corvettes positioned themselves in a delta formation underneath it, having a clear shot at the Vigil's underside, firing a total of 36 energy torpedoes from what amounted, in an energy torpedo context, to point-blank range. After the MIRV submunitions were on final approach to hit it. They had to hit the enemy ship sequentially, but given the long distances covered under heavy turbolaser range, it took a while for Janick and her craft to actually fire at exposed systems, such as the ventral fighter rack and the two ventral hardpoints, with the understanding that destroying the ventral fighter rack will cause the TIEs to run out of fuel eventually, if there were any that survived the fleet's point-defense. And then the droid bombers were moving into the port and starboard hangars to get medium Stalgasin ionite bombs loaded onboard afterward, especially with the withdrawal of the Imperial fleet meaning that they were to use the droid bombers, and with it, ion bombs for CAS purposes. Which was far from obvious in the swamps and dense vegetal cover of Dagobah: they would need to be flying very low to be effective.

  • Had the droid bombers outfitted with ion bombs
  • Had missiles fired at the Vigil
  • Shunted power from engines to shields
  • Swan Lake continued jamming enemy sensors
  • Julie keeps using battle meditation
  • Janick and co. started strafing the Vigil

Capital ships:

Compellor (Compellor-class battlecruiser) | Shields: 10% | Hull: 75% | Firing at: N/A
Swan Lake (Lothal-II artillery carrier) | Shields: 25% | Hull: 80% | Firing at: N/A
Pentekonter (C-9980-class assault frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Vigil (missiles only)
Trireme (C-9980-class assault frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Vigil (missiles only)
Serenity (Krayiss-class escort frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Meditation (Krayiss-class escort frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
S-1 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 70% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Vigil
S-2 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 80% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Vigil
S-3 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 60% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Vigil

Attack craft:

84 Alakaha elite fighters
48 Chiloon-I fighters
89 Hyena-X droid bombers
 
Allies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Armaud Eden"]
Soon?: [member="Cecile Miraxus"]

Hands came up to quickly cover pointed ears. The cacophony of unnatural sounds made her ears twitch. The ground vibrated from the beasts of war that littered the swamps around them. Her skipping faltered as she followed after her brother and the other one. Hands dropped from dark, green-tinted hair as she stared up at a tree along their high ground. It stuck up in the smallest of openings, like a weary and last standing soldier.

"Little birdies please stay for us.
Tell us when the danger comes.
Caw your beaks and let your wings take flight.
Stay for us 'o stay for us."

This time the song left her lips in a whispered tone. Reaching up, she began to climb the gnarled roots falling from the tree's branches like a waterfall.

"Higher, higher,
Higher with the birds."
 
Location: Dagobah, Surface
Allies (GA, CIS, ORC, SJO) | Red Team: [member="Kip Hollaran"], [member="Lyra Sunfell"] , [member="Katria Vekarr"], [member="Dalton Kenway"], [member="Sol Stazi"], [member="Prime"], [member="Darth Metus"], [member="Mirvak"], [member="Akabane Jarvik"] , [member="Srina Talon"]
Allies (GA, CIS, ORC, SJO) | Blue Team: [member="Shoma Ike"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], [member="Rapax"], [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Aya Clarke"]
Enemies: Galactic Empire

Gear: - Woebringer | Taozin Amulet | Rifle

Twelve, did she hear him right? She looked at his face, feth. She glanced over to Coren then back to the newest kid in her life. "12" She scratched her head for a moment what was the galaxy coming to when a kid of 12 thinks he needs to go on war games.

And now the twist of it he might actually see fighting. She fought the urge to grab him by the ear and send him running back to the nearest safe zone. It seemed a bit late for that. He said Rekha-san he was Atrisian. How did he get on Dagobah??? She switched over to rubbing her hands down her pants to keep from doing something she'd regret. She just knew one of them deserved a spanking she just wasn't sure who first Shoma for thinking he should be on war games, or Coren for letting him.

"Well then 12 year old Shoma don't get too far away otherwise I'll be putting you in a time out you won't like." She would threaten to pin him to a tree if she had to.

Looking now back to Coren, "We need to be moving otherwise it will be like shooting fish in a barrel and I never did like that feeling of being closed in." She looked at her comms still buzzing where was her sergeant at and why hadn't he reported back yet. Never send a man to do a job a woman could do much faster.

She took that deep breath she needed to be calm.
 
Side: Galactic Alliance & Friends
Murderbae: [member="Loray Tares"]
Enemies: [member="Ra Vizsla"] & Friends
Equipment in biohttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/80945-aver-brand/FD-2 makes her seem like a NFU

Kark, but she loved the smell of chaos in the morning.

Or was it the afternoon? Who knew. Who cared.

Aver reached out with an open palm, tugging the riflehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/112240-nadir-p-series-blaster-rifle/ of a fallen Thousand to her waiting grip. As they began to move towards the knot of ire in the swamps, the merc shoved a new powercell into the slot, then flicked a switch to change cylinders.

It was time for the fun gashttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/112404-nadir-e-series-anti-armor-bolt/.

Two moved much faster than a whole company – and Aver, for her part, had spent many a night hunting in the jungle. With the Ternion slithering across thrumming skin, they shared every thought and instinct, cutting through the underbrush in perfect unison. To the backdrop of battle, every breath fell in perfect sync, to the rhythm of their boots on treacherous ground, to the staccato of gunfire.

Gravel ground under her stride, and then she dropped down – anchored, in an instant, behind a nearby rock. Her active camouflage adjusted without a hitch as she took aim at the cluster of Mandalorians below. From her vantage point on the ridge, the merc quickly found her bead and squeezed the trigger.

Loray had kept moving somewhere off to the side, she knew. And as the poison would crawl through their armor and bring the soldiers to their knees in blistering agony, he would deliver the final blow.

To the Equalizers, it was hardly even war anymore – merely their favorite dance.
 
Division: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Galactic Empire, [member="Ra Vizsla"] and his dogs
Accessories and Equipment: In Bio, equipment necessary to appear as NFU (FD-2http://starwarsrp.net/topic/112086-fd-2/)
Team: The Thousandhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/115631-the-thousand
Hunny: @Aver Brand

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He didn't move through the swamps in any natural method. He was the shadow, chasing the light that produced him, jagged in movement and hungry for the halt at the end of the line. Whether that would be the lowly Mandalorian or the Imperial that was unfortunate enough to provide obstacle, it didn't matter. He was informed that this was an invasion by the Galactic Empire but for their presence here, they might as well have been mimicking the movements of silhouettes in the far off distance - their affect was far from pronounced. Mandalorians, however, would provide suitable challenge. Galvanized by betrayal, he would sup on the act of sating.

Taking a playbook from his lovers open hand, he too pulled a rifle from the corpse of the Thousand. Fingers clamped hard around the pistol grip, he now came to a stop to toss the dismembered hand of the deceased to the ground. Aver would take to camouflage, to administer a form of her own cruel slow agony - the fun gas. The vehicle wasn't to his liking but he couldn't doubt the sting and efficacy of her touch.

Loray, on the other hand, strode out into the open along the ridge of a small hill - descent was far from steep but it invariably ducked into the water all the same. Loading a grenade into the attachment, he cocked it back and fired in a low arc. The grenade whistled through the low hanging trees before skidding across mud in the distance and igniting in a flash of sulfur and explosives.

Pursed lips formed beneath the blued metal of his helmet. And when the sound of explosions died, a cat call escaped his lips. "Come on out now!"

He loaded another round and turned a corner around a tree, disappearing in a haze of CERS and force speed.
 

Talon Vosra

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Location: Dagobah Swamps
Objective: Wouldn't you like to know
Allies: GE NPCs
Enemies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Armaud Eden"] [member="Ellifain Eden"]

She moved silently through the trees staying safely on the solid ground and tree roots until she heard something. Her pale blue eyes scanned through the mist and fog toward the sound. Was someone...singing?

Interesting.

She made her way toward the sound and took in the sight of the young beings carefully picking their way through the swamp. So full of life and optimism. She reached out in the force just enough to sense them in the briefest way she could.

"Wholly unspoiled." She said to her self as she formed a quick plan and started forward. They were so sweet. She wanted them and she liked getting what she wanted.

She activated a small beacon on her comlink to draw her disciples toward the group and continued to intercept their path.

She waited near what passed for a safe line and nodded to her first acolyte that arrived. The acolyte, a black and grey clad, human of middle height and excellent saber skills jumped into the path infront of the little group and his saber snap-hissed alive. The crimson blade telling as much as they usually did about his intentions.

She waited a ten count and leapt out behind the disciple, her sliver bladed saber came alive as she spun in the air and passed through the man's neck. His head and body fell to opposite sides as she turned off her saber and turned to the group.

"I've been following him for miles." She said looking at the group, so young and ready to learn, well worth a few cracked nuna eggs, "He wasn't alone. We need to move."

She could feel more of her servants coming. This was going to be a fun day.
 
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I will break the wheel.
Location: Dagobah Surface | Dagobah Swamps
Objective: Collusion
Allies: The Mandalorian Empire | [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Artemis Lux"] [member="Jor Kvall"] [member="Briika Tor-Munin"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Kal Ordo"] [member="Malika Mantis"] [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member="Tusk"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance
Engaging: Allies (GA, CIS, ORC, SJO) | Red Team: [member="Kip Hollaran"] [member="Lyra Sunfell"] [member="Katria Vekarr"] [member="Dalton Kenway"] [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Prime"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Mirvak"] [member="Akabane Jarvik"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Er’in Tenel"]

Ra turned his head, listening in the distance. Apparently, due north in the jungles/hills/forests, some Mandalorians were being fired upon.

His attention stayed in the swamps, towards their relocation efforts for the rendezvous. His golden armor wasn't exactly camouflage - though he could repaint it with that nifty new technology the Undying had gotten his hand on to change colors on a whim, Ra preferred to be a stand out in the field. There was shame in hiding one's true colors, and the intimidation his stature would bring to the enemy would be one and the same. Ra punched in on his wrist comms silently before they engaged the other group of Alliance soldiers, some of who were wearing the banners of the Silver Jedi, the Confederacy, or even the Coalition. His red visor dulled as he did so, and the basilisk war droids beyond the swamp began to hum with life and called to their masters. Meanwhile, Ra stood up from his position, pulling out his spear.

In this swamp, it would become a firefight - movement would undoubtedly be limited. But Ra didn't mind - that's what jetpacks were for.

His Skystrike roared to life and launched the Mand'alor into the air, golden armor gleaming in the dull mist of the swamp as the Mandalorian bore down upon the Alliance's allies position.


Catching eye of the Worgian as it scaled the tree, Ra cut the beast off in his pursuit of the nearby AT-ST, landing on the branch the creature was headed for.

He reared his head upon landing, standing up straight and leveling his spear towards @Mirvak.

"Hell of a day," Ra growled, and immediately lunged forward to strike.

As the Mando'ade flanked the Allies position, this was definitely their sign to attack.
 
Location: Dagobah – Near the Nexus
Allies: GA, [member="Shoma Ike"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"], CIS [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Aya Clarke"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Dalton Kenway"]
Enemies: GE, Finals, and I swear I wrote a post but where did it go

He was on the calls. The Enemy was around and Daxton was confirming what he knew, the Empire had come calling. Coren needed to get into a frakking X-Wing and take the fight that way, but no, the Surpreme Commander had to make sure he was good on the ground. And now he had Rekha and Shoma to watch out for. Sure, he was fine handling this idea, but the rest of the team? Well, they’d have to keep up. The Corellian couldn’t help but shoot a grin over at Rekha. Right, yeah the Alliance was allowing kids to train, sure, maybe on Atrisia there was a choice of noodlebar or military at the ripe age of 12, but this was supposed to be a training exercise.

Supposed to be. He could be diving, or golfing.

And then the Empire showed up.

“I’ve got you, Kenway. Starchaser from the Alliance, did you say walkers?” Great, walkers, stormtroopers, and probably a Dark Sider heading for the nexus. “Empire has come calling. Can you get a count on the walkers?” He was trying to figure out where to go from here. “Bane. Starchaser. Got a unit, where do you need us?”

He’d help call in some bombardment on those walkers.
 
To boldly alchemize what no one alchemized before
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Location: Dagobah
Allies: Alliance/CIS/ORC [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: GE [member="Fabian"]
Directly engaging: [member="Athan Kain"] [member="Drakar"]
Objective: Attacking the heavy vehicles
Music: Rare Hunter Card duel (Sacred Cards)

- BATTLE MEDITATION ACTIVATED -
Coren Starchaser said:
He’d help call in some bombardment on those walkers.
Even though the crew of the Compellor were busy putting out fires and repairing what they could of the hull, the call for bombardment on the walkers didn't go unnoticed in orbit. If only I could locate those walkers or juggernauts - I can drop a heavy bomb their way and kill the vehicle(s), she thought, while the droid bombers split into two groups, towards two different sets of heavy vehicles whose practicality in jungle warfare as fought on Dagobah is questionable at best. Sure, Janick may not be the best-versed in ground warfare, and, in fact, didn't fly a single sortie in a close-air support capacity, but she knew that Dagobah's swamp terrain was poorly-suited to the use of non-repulsorlift vehicles used by the Imperial army. Shooting down those vehicles as requested by [member="Coren Starchaser"] was not going to be easy, especially given the heavy armor they sported: an ordinary strafing run would require a clear shot at the walkers' neck if they could fire at it. But Griet had her objections, and not simply because she actually did fly some CAS sorties as a Republican:

"Are you crazy, Alchemist Actual? Are you really going to take out those walkers in this terrain? I get that mobility kills will likely result in K-kills here, but we don't have A-Wings with tow cables" Griet objected.

"Alakaha squadrons, weapons tight, we're going to patrol the skies around the Dark Side Cave at high altitude: low-altitude stuff is too risky for organic pilots in such a foggy jungle"

Which meant that there were droid bombers heading towards the two groups of vehicles, 44 headed towards the AT-AT squadron that just landed on Dagobah, and the other 45 headed towards the juggernauts, standing ready to drop their medium ionite bombs within 100m of the targeted vehicles, hopefully rendering the joints inoperable, and possibly scoring firepower kills as well as causing indiscriminate frying of enemy electronics within the blast radius. In the meantime, Janick and her group was patrolling the skies above the Dark Side Cave for any remaining Imperial attack craft, such as TIE fighters, bombers but, after the Imperial fleet retreating, there could no longer be any refueling or rearming for the enemy attack craft, no more than there could be additional landing craft. Now she realizes that the days of whatever Imperial attack craft is left in Dagobah's skies, if any, are counted, and it may not even be a question of lasting a day out there, stranded, and away from any support, anymore. She kept her eyes peeled for any Imperial attack craft that dared fly at that altitude...

  • Swan Lake continued jamming enemy sensors
  • Julie keeps using battle meditation
  • Janick and co. started to patrol the airspace over the Dark Side Cave
  • Had the droid bombers make bombing runs towards the heavy Imperial vehicles, dropping ion bombs

Capital ships:

Compellor (Compellor-class battlecruiser) | Shields: 10% | Hull: 75% | Firing at: N/A
Swan Lake (Lothal-II artillery carrier) | Shields: 25% | Hull: 80% | Firing at: N/A
Pentekonter (C-9980-class assault frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Vigil (missiles only)
Trireme (C-9980-class assault frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Vigil (missiles only)
Serenity (Krayiss-class escort frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Meditation (Krayiss-class escort frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
S-1 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 70% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Vigil
S-2 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 80% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Vigil
S-3 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 60% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Vigil

Attack craft:

84 Alakaha elite fighters
48 Chiloon-I fighters
89 Hyena-X droid bombers
 

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