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

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Lower Atmosphere, Dagobah
Objective: Repel Boarders
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Mitth'rae'leios"]
Enemies: Galactic Empire, [member="Anya Malvern"] (engaging)
Equipment: In Signature

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Command Deck, Mobile Air Command
Area of Operations, Dagobah

"Targeting solutions!" the duros officer cried, "Get me more fething targeting solutions!"

Captain Mazik Stazi of the Galactic Alliance Defense Fleet wasn't used to feeling so helpless. With the repulsorcarrier's flight deck still out of commission as their forces struggled to retake control from an Imperial incursion team, their main source of force projection across the operational theater was effectively hamstrung. They still had surface artillery emplacements at their disposal, and now that the vast majority of hostile drop pods and heavy armor had landed Mazik had redirected their fire to targets of opportunity called in by their armed forces planetside.

Oh how the duros captain had raged when reports began to flood in of the Mandalorian's deceitful tactics. Stazi had served alongside a few of Mandalorian descent before, and he could not help but wonder they would think of flying a flag of truce and then turning on one's allies once behind their lines, presumably for money. No wonder their mighty empire had eaten itself alive this past year, there was no honor left on Mandalore.

"Relaying new strike coordinates to you now, Thrael," he barked over the comm line established between Air Command and the Rear Admiral's Praetor battlecruiser in orbit, "Give em hell, and I'll pin a medal on you myself!"

He wasn't sure how far yet to trust [member="Mitth'rae'leios"] yet, but his crew had supplied the erstwhile Imperial command officer with orbital strike targets, and the Chiss had so far delivered. The Captain had ordered his sensor officers to focus on tracking down Mandalorian positions for the Rear Admiral to bombard, figuring it would be easier on him and his men than obliterating the positions of men they had not long ago called comrades. Faintly the bridge could hear explosions several decks above them, and soldiers from both sides had passed across their viewport, flailing helplessly as they plummeted from the flight deck to their inevitable death, likely the victim of some Force attack or another.

"Any word yet from the admiral?" Captain Stazi asked for the dozenth time in as many minutes. Several of the crew shook their heads no, and the duros slammed his fist against a nearby bulkhead and muttered curses to himself, "Come on, Zark. Get me back in this fight already..."

Flight Deck

"Your leaders have been lying to you," the Jedi Master grunted in response as their energy blades met, expecting such supernatural strength from his foe's lithe form, and yet his body still needed time to adjust. The way she was speaking, it was as if this woman believed she was fighting against annihilation, "We have only ever sought to defend our homes from Imperial aggression. Tell your people to lay down their arms, and no harm will come to you!"

The kick caught him off guard.

His armorweave inlay absorbed most of the kinetic impact, but nonetheless her enhanced strength sent Zark sliding back several meters despite his best efforts to keep his feet planted firmly where they were. Before the Jedi could charge back in, a deafening cry pierced his surroundings. Around them, Alliance SpaceOps marines writhed in agony until they managed to activate their helmets' noise suppression functionality, but without a helm of his own the vice admiral was left defenseless.

By the time he had recovered enough to make out his surroundings, the redhead's orange saber was lashing out, and the Master just barely had time to raise his own in an attempt to block it. Where her strike should have landed, Zark's blade instead swung through empty air. His danger sense triggered just in time to angle his saber arm so that when [member="Anya Malvern"] struck her true intended target, instead of severing his robotic arm's vulnerable underside, instead it struck the phrik plated vambraces on the arm's other side.

Hoping to take advantage of his enemy's surprise at encountering such resistance, the Jedi reached out with his free arm and grabbed for the wrist that held her saber, attempting to take hold of her own arm and hurl her body away from him with all his strength in the Force. If he was successful, the move could potentially send her flying into a nearby crate or bulkhead, with any luck disorienting her long enough to be disarmed.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

#TeamAlliance
Location: Dagobah | Ground (Blue Team)
Equipment: ExplorCorps Field Kit | Training Lightsaber | Target Blaster
Supporting: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Rapax"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | @BlueTeamPCs
Opposing: None in direct action.

"...don't get too far away otherwise I'll be putting you in a time out you won't like."

Rekha-san seemed like she mad. For his part, Shoma was just confused. He didn't really understand what was going on. They were under attack? By the Empire? "Uh..." the boy began, questioning just how he was supposed to respond to that. Had he done something wrong? "...hai, Rekha-san." When in doubt, just say hai, nod, and don't make eye contact.

The sounds of the fighting were drawing closer, echoing louder through the swamp. Even had he not been told, the boy gravitated closer to Rekha and Starchaser-sensei as his eyes darted anxiously along the treeline.

"What's a walker?" the boy asked innocently.

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

Dagobah // Imperial Black Ops Team Inferno // Dagobah Shipyards
Faction: Empire // Status: Bring it Down
In Vicinity: [member="Aryn Teth"]


“Charges set.” It was the call all four of them had been waiting for, a single hand wave made motion allowing them all direction to depart the chamber at the briskest pace they could without full sprinting. Each had fallen silent, knowing that their mission was now nearly complete, yet had yet to reach its hardest part.

Kayrce had full faith in her team. Full knowledge that they would finalise the plan and get out here with all their lives intact and the glory of the Empire with it. Yet there was still something nagging all of them, a painful realisation maybe that something was not going as it should.

“The Ravager should have made contact by now.” Kayrce agreed inside, yet she would not speak it. Sometimes things didn’t run on convenience. Yet it did make things difficult. The Team had moved far into the interior of the station yet again, a couple of levels away from where they had placed the charges and found themselves within a room of lights and sounds. One of the many command centres that would orchestrate the thousands of workers that operated here in its heyday. It now served as a reminder of what the galaxy was, before the fall of the One Sith, before the Alliance, before disorder.

“Try and hail them.” Kayrce ordered to Briana as the team took the moment to stop and gather themselves within the centra.
“Inferno Command come in.” She gave Kayrce a stare, even if it was hidden behind her helmet the worry was clear. “Inferno Command this is Inferno actual do you copy.” She shook her head. “Nothing.”

“We need eyes on the battle. Why are there never windows in these things.” Kayrce said as she looked around for something, anything that could help.

“It’s usually because of the risk of exp—“ Rhun had began, but Kayrce’s helmeted scowl put him silent. “I’ll just shut up them.”

“Okay, we’re trained for this. We improvise. We get off the station and complete our plan. Understood?” Kayrce had found a system that seemed like some form of old communicator, usually used by traders to get information from nearby satellites on approach vectors for the shipyards. “Lets see if we can’t get a word before we move.”

She turned the dials, tried to get it close to an Imperial Designation. Then the realisation truly struck. “Imperial…Grand Adm…Defection….….Suici….” Static flowed freely between broken words and it put the entire team less at ease then ever.

“What do they mean defection? Surely they can’t?”

“Ignore it. It means nothing, we just need the Ravager, not anything else.” Kayrce ordered, but she felt a sting of disagreement from the others, especially Briana who had lowered her weapon like a casual grunt. She continued to turn the dials.

“Inferno come in, this is the Ravager. Do you copy?” It came through like a clear as day message. Yet still something was not right.

“This is Inferno—“

“Inferno come in, this is the Ravager. Do you copy?” Again.

“Yes this is Inferno we copy, what are our—“

“Inferno come in, this is the Ravager. Do you copy?” Exactly the same.

“It’s the coded repeat.” Briana whispered. “The ships gone isn’t it?”

Even Kayrce panicked at this point. What were they to do without their head, just wait for the Alliance to arrive and arrest them all? “Hold up and wait for the rest of the message.” She muttered.

“Inferno come in, this is the Ravager. Do you copy?” Again it rang through the comms.

“What rest of message?” Rhun was coming across rather angry at this point.

“Inferno come in, this is the Ravager. Do you copy?”

“It rotates, the always do. There will be a next level instruction. They always have a next—“

“Inferno come in, this is the Ravager. Do you copy?”

“There isn’t another message commander.” A hand came to rest on her shoulder, a soft touch that lowered her worry, left her feeling slightly more centred and not as lost. “We’re on our own and by the looks of that.” A gesture was made to another screen that had been manipulated to show the outside camera feeds, where the only Imperial ships in view were a scattering of skirmishes in the far distance and several even firing back at each other. “The fleet isn’t in a position to help.”

Kayrce released a deep breath. “Then it is on us then.”

“What is?”

“To finish the mission.” She began to adjust through the screen captures. It showed footage of corridors and empty hangers, workshops and the vastness of space. “Hopefully we’ll still be able to get off the station before…” She lifted her arm and pressed a button on her glove. “…Well before the end.”

—————— —————— ———————

The charges detonated. The reactor of the station taking the brunt of the damage, arching electrical currents flying from it as the explosions ripped through any and all shielding it had, spilling the build up of highly dangerous fuel and power within across the entire chamber. The reaction was magnificent, a series of explosions that carried across the entire station carried by the fuel vents and power tubes that all led to the reactor. The instant loss of power shut down lights, door controls, security feeds and basically the entire station itself.

From the outside the lighting will flash several times and then fade all together as the station seemed to ripple like a soft surface full of violent water. Then the entire centre of the station would erupt in an explosion that rivalled all others of the day, shards of the station flew in all directions like meteors of debris heading out into space, towards the fleets and most importantly towards the planet itself. Yet in a structure of its side the physical damage did not seem that impressive, the main superstructure was still intact, and holding together better then anticipated. Inside the reactor remained active, leaking bad but trying to keep up with the workload put upon it by the sudden rent in the stations mainframe, exposing it and anything that had been near it to the orbit of the planet.

Probably far beyond repair the station would not be operable and surely would need replacing, yet its biggest impact had not been truly delivered. The explosion having rocked the station had pushed it into the already close gravity well of the planet, a situation the reactor had long avoided happening. The effects of gravity starting to take place as the crippled mass of metal began to slip into the atmosphere of the planet.

Inferno had not just crippled the shipyards. They were bringing the entire thing down into the surface of the planet itself, themselves, the crew and anyone else on the thing included.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: En Route to Dagobah
Allies: GA
Enemies: GE
Objective: Be disappointed that fleeting is done.

Aedan Miles sighed as he saw what he could only assume to be the Galactic Empire's Super Star Destroyer jump away into hyperspace shaking his head he turned his attention towards the planet furrowing his brow before finally sighing. He stood and spun around walking towards the entrance of the bridge calling out shortly. "GET RAZOR SQUADRON READY TO FLY!" Everyone between the hangar and the bridge subtly shifted out of the way as the Pirate King their leader stalked straight to the hangar and towards a rather mundanely painted fighter surrounded by 11 more just like it. Climbing into it and pulling his helmet on as he went through the start up sequence on his fighter smirking darkly as it roared to life as did the 11 other fighters around it. Turning on his mic he calmly spoke over the radio to his squad. "This is Razor Actual to all Razor fighters prepare to take off.... Launch!" With a speed belaying their size the 12 Devastator MK 2's took off out of the hangar and formed up behind the rather simple black one as it dove towards the planet.

As this was happening the ship that carried the drop pods for Aedan's force moved into position over the planet the last one being loaded up as another weathered commander stepped in only this time unlike his counterpart on the planet already this commander was or at least appeared to be Human. A Man known as Blake Swiftshade commander of the Shadow Gundan and the force deploying as reinforcements. At least until they rendezvoused with their forces already on planet and he passed leadership off to one [member="Srina Talon"] who would then take over with advice from both Tuusk and himself. Looking around the man spoke rather briefly to his men as they awaited the drop. "Live free and die hard brothers and sisters." These words were repeated quieter by each member in each pod as with a sudden feeling of weightlessness the drop pods were released their engines igniting to send them in the direction of the planet. Shortly after the drop pods the meteor-class droid dispenser pods were released as well they unlike the drop pods were aimed not near their allies but almost directly at their opposition ready to fight the moment they were on the ground.

While death for some and hope for others rained from the heavens twelve larger shapes could be seen flashing down towards the planet and upon reentry blazing a path through the atmosphere. Some would later compare them to 12 guardian angels sent from above while yet again others would consider them demons sent from the abyss of space to destroy them. In truth it was merely Aedan and his personally selected squadron coming to wreck havoc on those who had seemingly been abandoned by their ruler. As they entered atmosphere he activated the radio once more attempting to contact at least one person he knew using CIS channels he spoke calmly. "To Any CIS forces on the ground this is the Pirate King I am in bound with a flight to assist if you need air support contact us immediately and we will rush to your location as quickly as possible."

Forces

Spoiler

12x Devastator Mk 2-Heavy Fighters

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

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

"Walkers huh" Well that was a definite answer to the were they done with war games. She nodded all the while her mind thinking what did she know about Dagobah. It wasn't like Bespin, no thranta.....but...there were other creatures. Poisonous ones. Ones that moved quickly, "big lumbering some have 4 legs, some have two. Heavy armor. Hand Blasters won't do it, we need bigger."

But how do you subdue something that isn't already tame. So that might now work. She really wished she had her fighter now it would be a bit easier feeling that metal surrounding her giving her the armor she needed.

She looked at Shoma again feth. She knew walkers have weaknesses we just have to exploit it..blaster's aren't heavy enough...so that meant..one on one. She was athletic enough that she could climb. She glanced at Coren, "Ok let's go take on some walkers." She felt certain they could keep Shoma protected during this.

"Lead the way" She could go sit in a tree taking out ground troops. Ground Troops....oooo, she had an idea. She could share but they might think her a bit crazy. There were things on Dagobah useful things...she knew what she wanted to do, she'd have to be on the look out for what she needed. First thing...a long hollow reed.

 

[Daxton Bane]

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

Smooth ruthless efficiency marked Daxton’s campaign against the Empire, with over two dozen bodies on the ground in various undignified poses. Some were cooling corpses gaping holes marking where the lethal shots ended their lives, others were wounded, crawling on the ground like worms, desperate for medical air or cover against the shots that seemed to come from everywhere.

Those fortunate enough to find cover, quickly learned that any attempt to recover the wounded only left more victims on the ground. They returned fire as best as they could, peppering the swamp with blaster fire but Daxton was usually a step ahead of them, moving to a new sniper hole before they could pin point his location.

That wasnt to say no Imperial was lucky, as Daxton’s armor was marked with dozens of glancing scorch marks. His right shoulder pulsed with pain as the orbalisks sought to heal the fractured bone on the fly, causing him to grind his teeth from the pain.

Whoever was the Imperial left in charge was smarter than his colleagues, drawing his forces in and reducing the targets of opportunity while giving them a chance to amass a larger number of rounds for their counter attack.

When Daxton made contact with Blue Team he began transmitting the position of the enemies. He would have to trust that someone competent was going to be directed and drop a few bombs on the enemy postition, as he slammed his last magazine into his weapon and chambered the next round. Having nearly used all his ammo, it was time to think of his next move.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Cecile Miraxus"] [member="Ellifain Eden"] [member="Armaud Eden"]

He kept his face forwards as they trudged up onto the higher ground. That way Ellifain wouldn't see him wince as she started singing. High in this case just just a foot above the rest of the swamp. That was enough that his first steps onto the raised ground were far more assured. The ground no longer tugged at his feet.

“We can…” Trextan stopped half way through the sentence. It was finished with a snap-hiss. His new saber had a gleaming white blade, forged as he himself became galvanised to his new purpose. The old one, forged in hate, had been left behind.

Fluttering cloaks left the mist billowing and the figure stopped landed ahead of them. Trextan swung his left foot out and dropped his weight into a defensive stance. Even a few months ago he would have closed the distance and met the challenge forcefully. He skills had been forged in the depths beneath a Sith temple on Coruscant during One Sith rule. It had taken time to temper that edge once he had joined the Jedi Order.

Before anyone acted another shape descended through the mist. Trextan adjusted his stance to something more appropriate for fighting multiple duellists. They had been here for such a short time that he had no real idea how capable the Eden siblings would be.

When that silver blade flashed out and decapitated the first Sith he backed away, unsure of himself.

“How many are there?” Trextan asked suspiciously. He didn't recognise her from either the Sullust or Coruscant temples. Not that there was much going on at Sullust whilst they rebuilt. “We were going to hold to the firm ground for now so they couldn't ambush us in the swamps.”

Trextan kept his blade up. He could sense the dark things moving in the distance. Closing on them. He felt nothing from the woman. They needed to leave the area, but the last thing he wanted was to get caught in an ambush up to his hips in water.

 

[Dalton Kenway]

Location: 'Red Home Base'
Objective: Repel the Dagobah invaders
Allies: @ Rekha Kaarde & GA | [member="Daxton Bane"] | CIS et al
Enemies: [member="DT-2417"] | Galactic Empire | [member="Ra Vizsla"] & Mandalorians et al
CIS Team: Red [member="Kip Hollaran"] | [member="Lyra Sunfell"] | [member="Katria Vekarr"] | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Prime"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Mirvak"] | [member="Akabane Jarvik"] | [member="Srina Talon"]

Everything was starting to take off now, and the forces had to come together. It was clear they were under assault from an unwanted enemy. Or enemies.

”[member="Coren Starchaser"] from the Alliance, this is the Confederacy. We're on scheduled war-games but feel the party has been crashed. I can hear walkers but can't see them, however I'm not going to lie when I say I think we've got some unwanted guests. We're with you.”

He returned to the com and knelt by it, turning his attention and frequency to the message from air support - [member="Aedan Miles"] - coming through.

”Whoever this is, you're here right on time!” Dalton stood and looked out to the swampland where the noise was coming from. ”Two Confederacy forces taking part in War Games suddenly turned very real. Suspected enemy not far from our position; walkers, warriors, droids, I can't be sure. I'll transmit the Red Base beacon. Assist where you can."

Dalton clicked off and held the com in one hand and his rifle in the other, waiting for the location of their allies so he could move out to protect the Confederacy base and also preserve the Alliance under assault. His eyes peered into the distance.

 

[Anya Malvern]

Enemies-[member="Zark"]
Objective-eliminate obstacles
Allies-???? Stormtroopers?
Location-flight deck

She growled and closed her eyes as She listened to his words, she wouldn't believe them one bit at all! But why did part of her wish to reason with the man? She barely had any time to think before the world shifted and she find herself flying as she gasped and held a hand out to slow herself and bounced off the wall, jarring herself as she groaning and landed on her back. She stood as she panted finding her lightsaber out of hand she drew her sword and panted

even if I surrender I put my children in danger not being there...im sorry master Jedi


She raised her sword up as she looked on letting the pain fuel the force within her

but I've gotta make it back alive and well

She said as she yelled back for troops to slowly back up, she started to run back with a limp as troopers got onto the transports, now it was a wide open area. Turning as she knew he'd follow she raised her sword as she panted and shook

please don't make me kill you...

She said honestky losing strength to fight...ahe was outnumbered and if she continued death would certainly be her fate...sje inhaled as she focused the force then exhaled hoping to scaring them off as she kept moving back a few troops shooting to keep them back

 

[Anya Malvern]

Enemies-[member="Zark"]
Objective-eliminate obstacles
Allies-???? Stormtroopers?
Location-flight deck

She growled and closed her eyes as She listened to his words, she wouldn't believe them one bit at all! But why did part of her wish to reason with the man? She barely had any time to think before the world shifted and she find herself flying as she gasped and held a hand out to slow herself and bounced off the wall, jarring herself as she groaning and landed on her back. She stood as she panted finding her lightsaber out of hand she drew her sword and panted

even if I surrender I put my children in danger not being there...im sorry master Jedi


She raised her sword up as she looked on letting the pain fuel the force within her

but I've gotta make it back alive and well

She said as she yelled back for troops to slowly back up, she started to run back with a limp as troopers got onto the transports, now it was a wide open area. Turning as she knew he'd follow she raised her sword as she panted and shook

please don't make me kill you...

She said honestky losing strength to fight...ahe was outnumbered and if she continued death would certainly be her fate...sje inhaled as she focused the force then exhaled hoping to scaring them off as she kept moving back a few troops shooting to keep them back

 

[Jor Kvall]

Location: Dagobah Swamps​

Allies: Galactic Empire, Mandalorian Empire​

Enemies: GA (Red Team)​

Weapons:

Spoiler

Slugthrower rifle, 3x EMP grenades, 3x concussion grenades, Westar-35 blaster pistol, basic Mandalorian armor, vibroknife

The uneventful adventure on Dagobah had certainly taken a sudden turn. That was the nature of war, Jor knew. Fighting in an army often comprised long periods of boredom, interspersed with short bursts of petrifying violence. Today was no different, as Jor and the rest of the Mandalorians made a posthaste escape from the Alliance's Forward Operations Base as it was bombed from above.

What was left of the base exploded in a violent firestorm behind Jor as he and his allies pressed onward. As to who had bombed the base, Jor could not say, but the word was that it was the Empire's doing. It was an Alliance base, after all, and perhaps they had not known about the Mandalorian presence there. Not only that, but up until this hour the Mandalorians had been present on Dagobah under the pretension of being GA allies.

Not anymore, Jor thought as he advanced behind [member="Ra Vizsla"] toward the Alliance's Red Team flank.

As he watched Mandalore sail through the air and attack the grisly alien known as [member="Mirvak"], Jor loaded up his slugthrower to capacity. He still had yet to bag his prize of Alliance armor, and he was thirsty for violence.

 

[Mirvak]

Location: Dagobah Swamps
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
Allies (GA, CIS, ORC, SJO) | Blue Team: Shoma Ike, Katrine Van-Derveld, Aya Clarke, Rapax, Coren Starchaser
Enemies: Galactic Empire
Engaging: [member="Ra Vizsla"]
Equipment: A red acolyte's lightsaber.

The enraged Worgian quickly bounded from tree to tree, coming to the base of the large tree that stood towering over even the AT-ST. Grunting and growling with each leap, he used his claws and upper body strength to easily pull himself onto each branch before jumping to the next. Within a few moments he was level with the cockpit of the AT-ST, too busy shooting down into the Confederate force to notice the angered Sith-wolf clambering up the tree right next to it. Pure instinct took over his decision making, as he looked up and judged within an instant the sturdy branch a few meters above him to be sufficient to leap onto the AT-ST from. Rushing to get to the designated branch, his hairs stood on end, hearing a jetpack behind him. He ignited his lightsaber, looking up just in time to see [member="Ra Vizsla"] land on the branch above him. Mirvak immediately perceived him as a threat as the Mandalore take a proud stance with his spear. The wolf lurched his head forward and roared, as Ra lunged down at him with his spear. The Worgian took his lightsaber with both hands and swung up at him with a powerful haymaker, but before the lightsaber could make contact Ra collided with the Sith, sending him tumbling down the tree.

He crashed into a few branches, snapping them instantly as he passed through them. His instincts were one with the force, as he turned his body upright without thinking, his feet finding the branch before his mind could even acknowledge it was there. Landing in a kneeling position, he felt a sharp, intense pain in his right side. His hand fell to it and felt it, warmth oozing from his flank. He smelled copper in the air, and brought his hand up to his face just to be sure. Blood. He snarled viciously at his hand, as if it were Ra. Few men had ever made him draw blood since his time in the slave fighting pits.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZMg9ryeWOw

The intense pain, the humiliation, and his already enraged state culminated into something much worse. Mirvak instantly threw his hand out of his face in disgust and looked up to Ra, followed by an ear shattering, elongated roar. Without breaking eye contact, he ignited his lightsaber and jumped, leaping up many branches with surprising speed. Within a couple of seconds he was already upon Ra, landing on the same branch as him and attacking with unbridled rage. He ungracefully and inaccurately swung his lightsaber like a blind man with the strength of 20 Banthas. A guttural grunt came from his throat each time he swung, his lightsaber sending splintering branches flying with each cleave. Mirvak was lost in his rage, unable to focus on anything but Ra. Depending on how the Mandalore responded to the Sith beast's flurry of brute force attacks and blind rage, the duel could go very poorly for either of them.

I'm on a business trip until Friday and will not be able to respond that much if at all.

 

[Katria Vekarr]

Side: The Galactic Alliance
Allies: Galactic Alliance | Confederacy | Etc.
Enemies: Galactic Empire | Mandalorians
Location: Outside "Home Base" zeroing in on Imperial hostiles and noting and answering Mandalorian hostility with force, Dagobah
Team: Red Team (relevant to CIS)

Expecting danger was one thing. Living it out at the risk of one's own life under fire from two different fronts? That was a different expectation entirely. A feeling that, as the drones began to pick up movement from the opposite direction of the Imperial troops, began to grip the young agent like icy talons.

Only moments before, as she made herself comfortable in her small tree nook, she had been training her rifle on the position of enemy soldiers traversing the swamp. She fired a round or two through the mists towards coordinates relayed by her drones in the air, but had hardly considered the possibility of the enemy arriving on more than one front. She'd picked up visuals of the enemy imperials, even taken into account the arrival of the walkers that were making their way through the heavy slog, but it was a ping off of her right wrist drone that drew her attention away from the Imperials long enough to notice something unsettling.

Mandalorians on the approach. A notion that would have been welcomed, given their previous position and what visually appeared to be a decimated base, until she watched them jet in to intercept the CIS forces themselves.

Un-Karking-believable. She recited to herself as she turned her posture, peeled out of her position and dropped to the mushy ground below. Not only were there Imperials closing on their position, they now had Mandalorians breathing down their flank. Why did it have to be Mandalorians? She echoed to herself as she remembered vaguely the mandalorian that had spent time with her family until her father's disappearance. Where was Joron when she needed him? Big muscular Mandalorian with a head harder than mandalorian iron. An unhelpful thought, she told herself as she trudged towards where she remembered Dalton to be.

"I'm going to find a place to re position, I'd suggest you do so now." She breathed into her commlink as she activated her cloaking device, clambered to solid ground and made for the most remote but angle savvy position she could find. It was from that point that her drones did the most of the work. Soaring high above the battle, their reflect coating doing them extreme benefit as she watched the unfolding events as best she could through the sensor relays of the small drones. "CIS and Alliance forces, if it has not already become apparent, the Mandalorians have set their sights on us instead. They're flanking us."

Clocking in a set of Mandalorian coordinates, she peeled her focus off the imperials, prioritizing the now present and real threat, and leveled her rifle to the proper elevation. It was doubtful they'd know where it came from, nor that they would have heard the shot, but the results would be clear as day. With a flutter of her eye behind the scope as she focused on the center marker, she squeezed the trigger of her verpine and launched three subsonic rounds into the Mandalorian ranks.

They were spread two seconds between, each, but that didn't make them any less deadly.

[member="Jor Kvall"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Dalton Kenway"]

 

[Athan Kain]

Imperial Forward Assault position​

[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies: GE[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies: Alliance [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]Directly engaging: [member="Janick Beauchamp"][/SIZE]​

Objective: Destroy the Alliance ground forces​

[SIZE=10.5pt]Assets: 8x AT-AT Walkers, 1 platoon per walker[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]The plan had made contact with the enemy yet against the common phrase it continued on its course. The Heavy walkers being an unexpected but deadly surprise for the smattering of infantry they had come into contact with. Whole squads not safe to the full power being emitted from the heavy cannons pouring red into the swamp and jungle. Shards of woodchip and burning logs hurtled themselves across the battlefront before extinguishing in the dank and muddy waters of the surface. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Athan Kain sat forward into his command seat taking hold of both armrests before orating into his communications panel.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"All units deploy troopers and maintain firepower! FOB I need an estimated time of that Anti-Air coverage as we have just lost the last of our fighter escort."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]His words came out with clarity only to be followed upon by the undertones of excitement and anticipation meeting the ears of their respective audiences alike. Moments later the treading and trudging of swampland ceased from the walkers. Their formation holding still though barraging of cannon fire did not cease to exhume. Suddenly from each Walker, a protruding array of ropes and wires went tumbling through the canopy to make contact with the ground below before being followed in turn by swarms of white-clad troopers descending from the vehicles one by one and digging into the swampland. [/SIZE]

Athan's smile took ahold of his face whilst watching the deployment of each platoon to the ground below. His job was nearly complete and the Alliance scum was on the backfoot now. However, the smile did not survive long to the thanks of his communications link gaining a response from the auxiliary landing forces.

[SIZE=10.5pt]"This is FOB 1337 to rapier actual. Be advised Our Anti-Air will not be operational for another five minutes at the least. Apologies sir but we are having issues with terrain. Also, be advised we have picked up a signal of multiple CAS aircraft en-route to your position. FOB out"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]No sooner had the transmission ended did he see the physical evidence. A tie fighter of their escort came crashing down in a burning fireball to send burning shrapnel over the infantry to meet its end in one of the many ponds. Then came the bombers. A purely destructive hail of cannon fire started to pepper the hull and surrounding areas of each walker. Those that had not finished their troop deployment procedure took heavy casualties with soldiers being blown from their ropes to meet a sorry end on the floor below. A splash of more conventional bombs caused a squad of infantry to lose life and limb whilst the walkers took the damage remaining defiant if not a little worse for wear. What came next was not as conventional. The weapon seemed to fall from the hyena class bomber and make the connection with the Walker to his left. Athan's face grew stern watching the arcs of blue ion disruption ravage the whole and drain the light from its cockpit before the 23-meter behemoth went crashing to its knees.[/SIZE]

 

[Ellifain Eden]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Armaud Eden"] [member="Cecile Miraxus"]

"Hullo," Elli was about halfway up the tree. Golden-lime gaze peered cautiously down through the branches,catching a glimpse of the strange woman. But mostly she saw the dead body. A bird cawed high above her.

Her first thought was this stranger was really pretty and she wondered if Maud and Trex would blush like when Svora blushed when she was around him.

"What's your name? Do you live here? Is silver your favorite color?"

Naturally Elli was bubbling with questions. The thought of asking too many questions in a war zone never crossed her mind.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

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

- BATTLE MEDITATION ACTIVATED -​

"Good shot, Wololo"

Wololo just shot down the last TIE fighter in Dagobah's airspace, which went crashing down near a pond where stormtroopers were being deployed. It appeared that the Imperials were placing the rabble pilots on CAS duty, where they would not jeopardize their forces as much. While, of course, Janick mostly fought against non-elite pilots or in anti-ship missions, this enemy proved rather underwhelming. Without aircraft, and with ion bombs claiming several Juggernauts, some of which were already stuck in the mud to begin with, the enemy would be hard-pressed to use AT-ATs in such difficult terrain when the last volley of ion bombs claimed at least one AT-AT in mission kills, maybe even more, but the smoke the regular bombs let out were enough to make the outcome unsure. What was certain, from the droids' standpoint, was that whatever AT-AT survived, would be edging under more ion bombs, threatening to short out their systems, and potentially scoring firepower kills, mobility kills or both. But the group assigned to disabling juggernauts would instead converge towards the Imperial positions, where they would be performing carpet bombing of ion bombs, targeting a wide variety of Imperial assets: AT-ATs that survived the first run of ion bombs, anti-aircraft and even infantry; if it hit the latter, the infantry will be frozen in place, with their weapons disabled, and hence pinned down, vulnerable to a strafing run, which was dangerous given the terrain and weather below, even with Force-assisted controls. In fact, the primary enemy objective was the Dark Side Cave, and both groups of enemy vehicles were close by, in an attempt at surrounding it even, even though she knew the Imps would have limited use for the cave.

"With these heavy bombs, we can drop them onto the Imps from above the trees!" Griet suggested.

"I'd rather not do that just yet: it's just as dangerous as strafing in this terrain"

Spoiler: Summary of actions

• 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 and anti-aircraft, dropping ion bombs

Spoiler: Attack craft

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

 

[Mitth'rae'leios]

Location: Space over Dagobah
Status: Deliberating options and continuing bombardment of Mandalorian position.

There was something to be said about a motion questionably majestic during the heat of conflict. In the eyes of a simple soldier it was the excellence of their comrades against an overwhelming enemy. In the eyes of a commander it was the unfolding of a well laid plan of action. In the eyes of a tactician, however, was where the true majesty of a motion could be witnessed by all to be seen. And, while his act against the Galactic Empire may have been seen as a choice betrayal, echoed response from the Galactic Alliance reaffirmed the Chiss that his choice had been the sound one.

An almost eerie silence swept over the command bridge of the Praetor, resounded firmly by a silence sweeping over the entirety of the Praetor itself outside of the thrumming of the turbolaser cannons firing down upon the surface of the swamp planet below, as the Battle Meditation ceased to afflict its actions. While the result had hardly drawn a motion of question from the captain or the underlying officers of the ship itself, the Chiss could see a redoubled effort on the part of the men and women under his command. An effort that, were the circumstances far more optimal, might have brought a smirk to the Admiral's lips.

Instead, as the crew continued to work tirelessly to follow the Galactic Alliance's tactical relays, glowing red eyes continued to pore over the viewport and the planet suffering heavy scorching from above. Any question as to the morality of his decision, the questionable variety of his tactical method, had come and passed with the acknowledgement of the Alliance commander as his message relayed over the communications system with promise of reward. Rather, any concern was replaced with a mild but buzzing curiosity in the Chiss' mind about the nature of the Alliance. For, as they seemed to hold to the righteous mannerisms of the past, they grew increasingly fascinating.

For the first time over the course of the expedition the Chiss felt resolved in his motion. Majestic, even, in the results he now observed upon the surface below as his scanning technicians reported a movement in the Mandalorian forces. Even still, in his triumph, he was aware of the possibility of failure. A failure that he did not anticipate would come in the form of personal blunder but in way of irreparable damage to forces apparent now to him as allies.

The CIS.

"Admiral, we're receiving signals from the surface. There's a forward operating base for the Confederacy down there," the sensors officer echoed to the Chiss as his attention turned briefly to him. "They're under attack sir, by ou- by Imperial walkers!"

"It would seem the ground forces have begun their assault," the Chiss mused as he raised his arms to posture one hand beneath his chin, supported at elbow by the other. Why had the ground forces not retreated? Had they not received word that the Imperial Fleet was to leave the system? It did not matter, as many things in the course of this battle mattered little, as the Chiss refocused his attention onto the matter being brought to his attention. "Order Captain Kalvos to descend his Victory IV closer to the surface outside of the range of their aerial defenses."

"Sir?" The officer asked as he turned to the captain with a confused look on his face. Heat draining away from his features, his entire body becoming stiff with fear and hesitation.

"Captain, have this man escorted to his quarters for confinement and his station manned by the next in command. Order Captain Kalvos to descend his vessel and commence an aerial assault on those walkers with his Interceptor squadrons." His voice echoed, commanding in nature but calm in reflection as he turned his attention back to the viewport and the possibilities that might unfold on the surface below. He dared not assist the CIS and sacrifice a choke hold over the Mandalorians, but what he could provide in their defense on behalf of the Alliance' good will: he would. "Show our new friends that we mean business. Bring down as many of those walkers as you can while holding to your bombardment of the Mandalorian signals. Force them to retreat."

Almost as quickly as he made his motion, poring over the potential repercussions of his actions as he ordered the Victory IV to move down through high orbit to deploy it's fighters, he fell into silence and watched as the Victory IV underwent it's course. Before long, with minimal resistance from Galactic Alliance systems and what little Imperial forces had made it that deep into orbit, it positioned itself and maintained it's relentless assault upon points unladen with CIS forces.

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Captain Kalvos - Victory IV-class Star Destroyer

Alarms blared through the hull of the Victory IV, personnel clambering here and there as they moved quickly to undergo the Admiral's orders. Regardless of any doubt in the Captain's mind, concerned moderately for their defection to their former enemy's position, Kalvos turned to his officers with the same renewed resolve that had washed over the crew of the Praetor.

"You heard the order! Get our TIEs into the air! I want those walkers sleeping in that swamp YESTERDAY!" The captain shouted, his calm and composure a strict derivation from the nature of his superior and commanding officer. Yet, even still, his men followed without question as they moved quickly to their respective stations. Pilots boarded their TIE Interceptors and within minutes they were screaming through the air space of Dagobah, compensating for the foggy atmosphere by reflecting their directional coordination with the sensor calibrations of the Victory IV's long range sensors. They knew the risks, but failure was not an option.

And so, even as the Victory IV continued to mirror the bombardment that was being unleashed by the Praetor onto the Mandalorian position, the TIE Interceptors closed in on their targets. Their signals seemed to have yet to be altered from allied green to the ground forces under Imperial command, and they would use that to their advantage as they opened fire upon the nearest walkers.

[member="Athan Kain"] [member="Jor Kvall"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Location: Dagobah, Hunting the Empire, and war pathing
Allies; Alliance, CIS, ORC, [member="Shoma Ike"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Daxton Bane"]
Enemies: Empire, homeless kittens

Starchaser was … well, he was doing what he was here for. Taking a team, and doing his best with what he had. Looking between Rekha and Shoma, he nodded. It was time to get moving. Looking at Shoma first, Coren shook his head. “Yeah, Rek, we’ll need the big guns, but if we can get in and paint them for our flyboys?” Oh, how he wished he was in his fighter. Then he wouldn’t be here though, and enjoying the views of… swamp. Terrific, right? “And walkers, big, lumbering hulks of destruction.”

The Alliance was going to hear about this, so hard from Coren.

“While we’re waiting though, any ideas you two?” He wasn’t really having any, heard there were ways to take them down on foot with a lightsaber, but Coren didn’t typically carry that sort of weaponry. Getting back on the radio, though, Coren nodded.

“Kenway, Starchaser. Yeah, switch your weapons back to kill. Don’t target Alliance or CIS forces. Repeat, abandon war games. Some of this isn’t us.” He hated unscheduled visitors. “Lets move.” He said, turning back to his team.

And that was when he heard the turbolasers open up.

“Down!” he ordered, grabbing Rekha’s shoulder and all but shoving Shoma behind a boulder.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Lower Atmosphere, Dagobah
Objective: Repel Boarders
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Mitth'rae'leios"]
Enemies: Galactic Empire, [member="Anya Malvern"] (engaging)
Equipment: In Signature

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Command Deck, Mobile Air Command
Area of Operations, Dagobah

"Now ain't that a sight to see..." Captain Mazik Stazi mumbled to himself quietly. The duros stood still, mouth agape, staring along with the rest of his bridge crew in wide eyed amazement as they witnessed the beginning of the Praetor and her complement's orbital bombardment. From their position, they could not get a read on any details as to Imperial losses, but it was hard to believe that the heavy armor that had just landed would come out of that firezone unscathed, "I guess this Rear Admiral isn't one for half measures!"

Air Command had offered targeting solutions on whatever Mandalorians they could find, and the former Imperial Fleet had obliged, at least until they had spotted a greater target of opportunity in their own landing parties. With Thrael's attention now divided, the duros knew it was their turn to pick up the slack, even if their flight deck was still compromised. Stonily, the captain remembered a time when Jedi could be relied on to get the job done promptly. But they were not helpless.

"Continue artillery strikes on Mandalorian positions," the old duros ordered, "Priority is their staging grounds, if we can find them. We need to scuttle as many of their transports as we can while they're still on the ground. Target the ones within range that manage to lift off with our heavy laser cannons, the less of these cowards that make it offworld to annoy our new allies the better."

Flight Deck

"I believe you."

Zark was panting now, their encounter had been brief and yet already this Imperial Force adept had put a strain on his stamina, not to mention damaged his armor with a saber slash that could have just as easily disarmed or even killed him. Sith were prone to deception, as one whose experience with the Darkside was far too practical for his own taste, the Jedi Master could never forget this. And yet there was a ring of undeniable truth in her tone, a desperation that was difficult to forge. Perhaps she was not driven by belief in her cause after all, so much as circumstance...

He deactivated his lightsaber, and raised a fist to signal a cease fire.

There is always a choice. Take your men and go, I will not order mine to stop you, the vice admiral reached out with the Force and his words touched the surface thoughts of [member="Anya Malvern"]. A conversation only the two of them could hear, Or stay, lay down your arms, and I swear I will do everything in my power to help you rescue your family from Imperial custody.

"But I will not allow you to take this ship, or any more lives today."

To the rest of the soldiers on the flight deck, it sounded as if Zark was continuing the conversation they had been having aloud, thus freeing her from any potential consequences for publicly abandoning her mission. It went against everything he believed to let a servant of the Darkside walk free, but if there was even a chance she was telling him the truth the Jedi would not allow through his own actions harm to come to innocent children.

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Zark"]
Location-atmosphere of dagaboh
Objective- stand down
Allies--stormtroopers
Enemies-none


She looked to the man as she panted, she closed her eyes as her troops behind her stood tense. She exhaled and opened her eyes hearing his words as she glanced back to her men then forward once more as she reattached her sword and pulled her saber over setting them down

all troopers place your weapons down...we are clearly outnumbered and out gunned

The troopers looked to one another then finally one by one they sat thwir guns down and surrendered as she looked to zarl and nodded subtly

we surrender