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

[Anya Malvern]

Location-atmosphere
Objective-attack enemy air command...at any cost
Allies-empire
Enemies-[member="Zark"] Galactic alliance
Equipment-light saber, widows cry

This planet, she felt a surge of the force from both sides. But she couldn't think on that, she needed to focus on this assault she was about to lead. Intel came that the enemy had a mobile air command that was flying in atmosphere. She with 50 troopers were gonna head and assault and attempt to take over the mobile air command and use it to their advantage

The transport shook as they raced towards the atmosphere, her shuttle was just at little behind the first one. She wanted to see the initial response of their defense and had the pilot hang back a bit more. After a bit of thinking she decided against it and had them move quicker. She wa yes to try and overwhelm them now

maam we have the mobile air command in sensor range

She simply nodded as she turned the comms on for the transports

get ready, they won't give this craft up without a fight to the death. But we will be victoriousin this battle! Glory to the Empire!

ma'am! We've detected fighters taking off!

do not worry our fighter escort will take care of them

They had only 15 fighters to defend them...but anya was getting on getting there quickly and attacking this place and send the fighters off...us the alliances wouldn't shoot at their own ship..would they?

 

[Prime]

Objective: Training Operation, Red Team. Eliminate Blue Team Runtimes
Allies: Red Team Runtimes
Enemies: Blue Team Runtimes

Initiate combat runtimes:….
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From combat runtimes load ‘training protocol’….
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You are opening Prime’s training combat protocol, do you wish to proceed?
Y/N…


Prime was activated outside the Red Team base. The Techno Union prototype Hydra War Droid was slowly working itself through the calibrations of its body. Arms and legs flexing and moving, reloading the range of motion of the shell. The fact of Prime was that the unit’s body went through changes, enhancements, and recalibrations. Right now the unit was warming up. Being handed a BlasTech rifle and pistol from the Alliance, the unit continued the calibration, squeezing the trigger of the emptied weapons.

“Kill program active.” Came the robotic voice, booming, as the unit approached the tech, who had jumped and shouted. Shortly following this, Prime realigned his weapons and went into a mode where it was reaching out to the 12 other units, smaller run-of-the-line Techno Union droids came online and the data was all being streamed into Prime’s interface.

“Training program selected. Wetland biome. Capture the flag initiated. Red team, friendly. Blue team, eliminate.”

Even on training programs, Prime was not the best with its diction. The unit was used for war, however, it was being activated by the CIS to assist in training Alliance, and CIS soldiers. Assets here were… of a mixed bag. Prime was programmed now, to not murder Alliance soldiers. The thing was that wildlife was not always so lucky. Swapping the empty weapons for weapons loaded, Prime linked fully to the other units.

Being put out into the field, Prime was directed to help hunt down the Blue Team and eliminate the runtimes from simulation: Training Exercise. The 13 droids stepped into the muck of the swamp, perusing the swamp.

Heat Signature detected…
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Prime’s optics detected the heat signatures, and that it was not tagged as any biometrics of any known combatants.

Initiate Kill Mode…
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Engaged.

The droid soldiers switched their weapons from stun to kill and immediately a LOUD burst of fire entered the swamp, and the sound of a predator being felled follow.

Target eliminated…
Resume Training Exercise…
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With that, the droids turned their weapons back to stun.


Back at the Red Team camp, the Confederate officer jumped again. “What the frak did I just let out.” He turned back to the screen. At least they were re-engaged in Training Exercise. No one should die from the droids.

He could hope.

 

[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

[media]https://youtu.be/m9ocAUQnNdE[/media]​

[SIZE=11pt]ALLIES: GE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]ENEMIES: GA, ALLIES, ETC[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Dagobah orbit…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Helion stared at his face in the mirror for a moment. Outside sirens could be heard along with the tumultuous sound of boots running across metallic halls. He ran his hands through the water then put them into his short cropped blonde hair. The water ran down his cheek sparkling almost as much as his blue eyes. The private looked down at his helmet one last time before putting it on. Its white plasteel shiny and unmarked. It was the farm boys first rodeo and he would be lying if he said he wasn't a little scared. But the jumptrooper was determined to do his folks proud. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He would protect the Empire and be celebrated as a hero back home. He would recount tales of the heroic assaults, tragic defenses, and all the times his drill instructor chewed him out in basic. All he had to do was survive... Helion took one last deep breath and then stuck the helmet onto his head. He walked to the grey sliding door and joined the throngs of troops headed to the assault hangar. Helion made it just in time for formation. He stood with his platoon as they prepared to board the Imperial Drop Pod that would carry them to the surface. The Sergeant Major walked up and down the line of the troops, eyeing each of them carefully.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Well men, i’d be lying if I said we won't take casualties. We are in the heart of enemy territory. We will be outnumbered. We will be out gunned. But, we will never be outmatched. What we lack in manpower we will make up with skill. No man will be left behind. Dead or alive. Our target will be an old republic base atop Mount Yoda. We will re engage it’s automated defenses and establish a beachhead for our main invasion force! Remember men, watch your six and stay tactical!” With a nod the troops were dismissed from attention.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Helion made his way with his squad to his respective pod and strapped himself in. The shuttle lurched as the pod was loaded into the drop bays. There was a moment's respite as the pod stopped shaking. Helion’s leg quivered nervously as they prepared to launch. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“First deployment?” Asked the man next to him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Helion recognized him as ST-1111. He didn't know his real name, but he was thankful for the distraction. He took an audible gulp as he tried to work saliva into his mouth, but he choked on his own spit. He merely nodded and 1111 removed his helmet revealing himself to be a one eyed fett clone with a puckered scar running the side of his face. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Relax shiny, i’ve got your six,” The clone said with a chuckle “The name is The One, yours?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“He-Helion sir,” He stuttered[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Well Helion. The drop is always the worst part. Afterwards we probably won't even be engaged,” The One lied and Helion nodded believing him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The One shook his head and patted Helions shoulder. Shortly afterwards a loud beeping could be heard in the pod. It was the final countdown. The One quickly threw his helmet back on.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Beep…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Beep…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Boop…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A green light flashed and then the pod was hurled at ludicrous speeds like a torpedo straight towards Dagobah along with countless others.[/SIZE]

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Dagobah, Sluis Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Allies: Galactic Empire​

Enemies: Galactic Alliance & Friends​

Interacting With: [member="Jairdain"]​

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The sound of cracking glass and bubbling water was that Koda could hear, aside from the high pitched whine wailing throughout his brain, yet quickly subsiding. His focus was returning, his head lifting out of water dazed state he temporarily slotted into. Feeling gravity against him, looking down towards the control panel within the darkness as the cockpit was submerged, entirely within darkness as the red warning lights flashed consistently about the downed vessel. Fett's right hand moved towards the seatbelt of sorts, pressing on the central button and releasing himself from it's grip and falling forwards towards the control panel. Sparks emitting from it as some damage is done, but it isn't as if it mattered, this ship was a lost cause the moment it landed within the swamp.

With sluggish movements he shuffled across the cockpit, grabbing at his carbine the moment he could see it. Then came the sound of a lightsaber against the metal, cutting a hole within it. The far end being sliced into as it protruded out of the swamp. A circular slab of metal falling down towards him, being narrowly avoided as it collided into the panel, further proving this ship was lost. Pulling himself up to his feet, Fett activated his jetpack, soaring upwards throughout the hole and past whoever may of cut their way through.

He made his way through the air with flames spitting out the tail end of the jetpack. The thick smog being the first thing he was greeted with, not to mention the putrid stench of a swamp. Landing in the mud with a hearty thud, he slumped against a tree still trying to catch his bearings from the crash. Though they were returning to him, and whoever cut him out, friend or foe would be met with Fett in full force soon enough.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

SPACE​

A cruiser and two escort frigates emerged from hyperspace. The centerpiece ship was a Vindicator II-class cruiser and resembled a Star Destroyer in miniature, with a similar combat role. One of the frigates was an Indictor-class, but the other - the one Lieutenant Commander Fabian captained - was a Vigil II.

Aboard the small, but sturdy frigate, Fabian stood inside the bridge, above the pit where the crew hurriedly input data. Command of a frigate was a far step up from his last command, a tiny war sloop, but hardly a heavy hitter in the grand scheme of things.

Fabian glanced at the as yet empty tactical display and clucked his tongue. "Initiate scans. Let's see what we are up against."

[member="Drakar"] | [member="Zark"]

 

[Lyra Sunfell]

GA RED TEAM HQ- [member="Prime"] [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Kip Hollaran"] [member="Katria Vekarr"] [member="Dalton Kenway"]
[member="Zark"]
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"This is Dusk Actual," Lyra replied, holding the comms closer to her ears as she turned away from the command staff that filled the small outpost. The comms had suddenly exploded in activity that she was still sorting through. Mandalorian Imperial fleets in orbit claiming to be allies for an approaching battle in the war. Hardly the training exercise that she had expected or planned for and details were still scarce.

One thing that she could tell, however, was that the training exercise had ended. There was too much real urgency in their voice. Interceptors had been launched.

"Hold patrols, Dusk One. Situation's changed."

She peered over to look at the comms displays. Their sensors were picking things up, although she wasn't entirely sure the readings were. Heavy mechanized equipment that didn't belong to any GA or CIS equipment recognized in the files.

The woman turned to those already in the base.

"Get some eyes around the base," she added before getting back to Sol. "We have unidentified vehicles registering in sector seven, about three klicks from your position. Your patrol's the nearest. Withdrawing all of Dusk back towards the base. Can you get eyes on the sector en route to base?"

She stalked over to the wall and hefted one of the rifles from the wall and slung it around her shoulder. She flicked the switch off of stun and nodded for the others to do the same. "Weapons off stun."

A pall settled over the room as she said that, both to her staff and over company comms. That meant things had truly changed, although she wasn't sure what yet. "ROE is to hold fire unless fired upon with lethal intent."

Lyra paused and opened a channel to air command.

"Dusk Actual to Federation Actual," she said, "Global sitrep. Picking up unidentified vehicular readings. Requesting clarification."

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Side: Galactic Alliance
[member="Ellifain Eden"][member="Armaud Eden"]
Summary: Just scene setting

"I have," Trextan replied quite sharply. Jacen had admitted as much to him. That he had made mistakes, that he had never intended to break their family apart. "And, erm, I've eaten thank you," he added with a smile.

He had to move on from thinking about that. Trextan was past a lot of the confusion he had felt about Jacen's part in his own life. The Force and the training he had started with the Jedi gave him more control over his feelings. That didn't mean that jealousy couldn't creep in at the thought of the children from Sulon getting regular visits from Jacen whilst he was being broken down and reshaped by the Sith in Coruscant.

It was easy to put it all aside when Elli started up in her sing-song voice. When the rhyme was finished he cast a sideways, questioning glance at Armaud.

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Dagobah Shipyards, Orbit of Dagobah, Sluis Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Allies: The Galactic Alliance, (Very Tenuously) - The Mandalorian Empire​

Enemies: The Galactic Empire​

Objective: Mobilize​

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Progressively, more and more reports were coming in from the surface and long range scanners. As time went along, it was increasingly obvious to Aryn that the disturbance he had felt was not just a bad feeling. He had expected mobilization of some kind, after facing down the Inquisitor on Dagobah, he had figured the Empire would eventually move on Dagobah, and it seemed they had decided to make that move. The bridge of the Incandescent Truth was a bustle of activity, much of the crew working to get back aboard from the shipyards as quickly as possible, working on bringing the capital ship back up to its full complement as Aryn stood towards the front of the bridge, looking through each and every report that was brought to him. "Sir, we have a transmission coming in from long-range." The Comms officer stepped up to Aryn as he stared out into space. "Inform the High Command the situation is well in hand." He uttered in a dismissive manner, until the officer spoke again.

"It's not the Alliance, sir."

Standing before the holo-display, Aryn narrowed his gaze on the image of Mandalore. It was his first time properly setting eyes upon the Mandalorian who'd come back from the dead, and it still wasn't in person. Suddenly he was drawn back to his investigation briefly before he had taken his position in Alliance command, and he considered many of the theories he'd worked up back then. The message that had been sent reeked of self-importance and self-righteousness, and the last part of 'evacuations' almost forced a ludicrous laugh from the General's lips as he glanced to his comms officer. "Well, I suppose he deserves a response."

As the holo-recorder started, Aryn narrowed his gaze. He cut a clear figure, not as outlandish and over-the-top as the Mandalorian in his armour and cloak, but he stood clear and with his hands behind his back, lightsaber casually displayed on his belt as he spoke in a clear voice. "Mandalore, how you heard about this attack, I won't bother to ask - but here's how things are going to go. You and your Mandalorians are permitted to enter the Dagobah system, you will be cleared to assault and board any Imperial vessels who enter the system, and since I'm in a generous mood, you're welcome to 'keep what you kill'. If you land your men on the surface of Dagobah, you won't show up on our IFF tags, and it will not be a fault of the Alliance if you are fired upon. Enjoy your raid, Mandalorians." As the holo-recorder ceased and the message was sent, Aryn narrowed his eyes again on the holographic image of Mandalore. [member='Ra Vizsla'] had been out of the galaxy long enough to underestimate the Alliance, if he wanted a display of just how capable they were, he'd be sure to give the Mandalorians a front-row seat.

"General, Admiral Zark is attempting to contact you." Aryn just nodded to his comms officer, allowing him to patch Teth's communications into [member='Zark']. "Admiral, it seems we'll need to put a hold on our training exercises, Imperial ships have just shown up on long-range scanners, and the Mandalorian Empire is en-route to assist us." He gave Zark a moment to absorb that before he continued. "I'm deploying the 26th to the surface to secure the Dark Side Tree, I believe it may be their objective on the ground, they're under your command, Admiral - I will try to keep things organized up here." He turned his gaze to his comms officer then, clearing his throat. "Send a general alert through the fleet, order them to form up in defensive positions around the Shipyards, if the Imperials want a fight, they're going to need to come to us."

 

[Kip Hollaran]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbmS3tQJ7Os​

Location: Airborne, in vicinity of ground base
Allies: GA, [member="Prime"], [member="Sol Stazi"], [member="Dalton Kenway"], [member="Katria Vekarr"], Anybody I missed
Enemies: Whoever decided landing in sector seven was a good idea

The call to get in the air came as no surprise, nor did the verbal maelstrom from T’rago as the crew of ‘Zeltros Bound’ clambered into their respective positions. As Kip took a seat, his helmet hanging from a hook above him, he wrapped his hands around the grips of the dual DLT-29’s and quickly swiveled the guns about, ensuring mobility was just as perfect as it had been an hour ago when he’d checked it.

“Remember we are set to stun Hollaran. I know you get all excited but Blue Team isn’t really the enemy.” Quipped Kaz, a Zabrak who’d been a part of Ferren’s crew since Kaeshena. He also was the resident ass-kisser, and loved to help T’rago pile onto Greig and Hollaran. With a quick obscene gesture, the private shook his head as whatever retort Kaz shot back was drowned out by the Latty’s engines roaring to life and lifting them into the air.

On reflex he put in the earpiece used for inter-ship COMs, though they were only used to get updates from Ferren and his co-pilot Uron. Screaming worked just fine for the gun crew.

For a moment Kip felt bliss, even in the humid, foggy, Dagobah air, the cool breeze produced by their flight washed over him and brought a smile to his face. Then T’rago started yelling. “Hollaran, Grieg!” The Chiss called out, bitter as usual. “Keep your heads on a swivel, we are not losing because of you two slacking off!” He called out.

With a lazy salute, Kip affirmed his compliance.

In the cockpit, [member="Lyra Sunfell"]'s call to air command would be patched directly to Lieutenant Ferren's headset. "Dusk Actual, this is Amber Four, we've got our Latty-Dee airborne and loaded for bear, we'll get eyes on the sector and report back."

Word traveled quickly through the cabin, and Kip felt nervous excitement well up in his stomach as with the flick of a switch the twin heavy blasters became instruments of death. This was it, or it wasn't, but something in his gut told him it wasn't. "Nervous Gee?" He called across to his friend, who looked over his shoulder and put on a smirk to hide his own uneasiness.

"No way, you?"

"No way."

Neither of them were terribly good liars.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Adarlon -> Dagobah
Allies: Alliance/CIS/ORC [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: GE [member="Mitth'rae'leios"] @Desmond C'artyom [member="Fabian"]

"We're late for those joint exercises on Dagobah"

"You were temporarily transferred away from the Verdict so that you could assume full control over the Compellor's fighter complements, all the squadrons in this battlegroup actually. It's over twice as many squadrons, but I'm confident you can handle it" Julie told Janick, prior to departure. "Also I want all units loaded with cluster missiles!"

"Roger, roger" Griet acknowledged.

"The objective will be to try and detect a cloaked corvette somewhere"

With that said, Griet and Janick went out of the Compellor's CIC and to the main hangar, where she is expected to get to the hangar prior to the jump to hyperspace. Joint exercises, as invited by the Confederacy and the Alliance, were to take place over Dagobah. However, since the Verdict couldn't be used for those exercises, the ORC may well have to do with the Compellor, which isn't as important to the Coalition navy. So Janick, up from 5 squadrons, now had 16 squadrons under her command for this one operation, after which she may return to the Verdict. She was brave to accept such an assignment, especially since she was still somewhat raw with running one ship's worth of fighters, to imagine running an entire battlegroup's worth of that was just unreal to her. But she realized that she couldn't simply loiter around, while transiting to Dagobah for those exercises in orbit. While the cluster missiles were being loaded in all 16 squadrons, the flotilla jumped in hyperspace, the sensor technician relayed some crucial information to the witch and her many wingmen, some of whom were droids.

"Satellite scanners are detecting anomalies" the sensor technician reported in while the flotilla was still in hyperspace.

"We have to get ready to take off as soon as we are in Dagobah's orbit. it's possible a real enemy may already be there. Also, remember that the droid fighters are controlled from the Compellor's CIC"

"Roger, Alchemist Actual" Wololo acknowledged, as Wololo was finalizing its preflight sequence.

"You're pilots of the Outer Rim Coalition! No matter what enemy you face at the other end, you shall stand our ground!"

Now, which enemy could that possibly be? The Sith? The Qektoth? The First Order? The Galactic Empire? I only fought the GE and the Qektoth among the following: dark-siders usually don't put that much stock in attack craft, she thought, realizing that only the Qektoth had significantly different tactics regarding fighters from what she heard about them. The senior commander was seated onboard her craft, meditating inside the craft before the battle would come to them, while everybody's craft was being refueled and armed with two cluster missiles. Fighting TIE fighters was one thing, and she could kill one using a three-second cannon burst, but seeing 83 more organic pilots loaded onboard their respective craft, ready for takeoff, for one more engagement, one more sortie, was something she was accustomed to by now. They all seemed awfully confident in Janick's ability to lead the pilots into battle, while remaining mindful of the droids being controlled from the Compellor's CIC, with the engines ready to be activated at a moment's notice should there be any hostiles over Dagobah's orbit, which may well be possible by the time they make reversion...

Spoiler

Capital ships:

Compellor (Compellor-class battlecruiser) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Swan Lake (Lothal-II artillery carrier) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Pentekonter (C-9980-class assault frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Trireme (C-9980-class assault frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
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: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
S-2 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
S-3 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

Attack craft:

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

 

[Armaud Eden]

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Side: Galactic Alliance
Tags: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Ellifain Eden"]
Enemies: None

He stopped dead in his tracks, somewhere between the song and the response from the older Knight. Letting out a quiet sigh, he scratched the ridge of his brow as he stuck another seed in his mouth. It tasted dangerously close to desiccated tea. He felt himself half tempted to brew up a pot real quick and sort out the musings of his adopted sister.

"Not a fan of the arts, Trex?" He let off a telling smirk, marrying concern with contemplation. Emerald gaze strafed over to this sister as he found himself discerning the mysteries of prophecies and the songs of a young woman, strolling through the woods. Was it something or was it simply her way, traipsing through the woods?

"Elli..." He looked over to the young woman. "That's a catchy song. Where did you hear it from?"

Either she caught it on the old relic of a radio in Gabe's workshop or she was truly having an episode, hidden beneath the veil of melody. If it was the latter, he wondered who the men in masks were and more importantly, why there weren't any women. If it was truly just men, they'd obviously have nothing to worry about.

 

[Jor Kvall]

Allies: Galactic Alliance, Mandalorian Empire​

[member="Ra Vizsla"]​

[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Artemis Lux"] [member="Briika Tor-Munin"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Kal Ordo"] [member="Malika Mantis"] [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member="Tusk"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]​

Enemies: Galactic Empire​

For many on the surface of Dagobah today, this was a moral fight. Men had been called from either side to defend their way of life, if not their very existence. For Jor Kvall, it was quite the opposite. He was here for one reason and one reason only: loot.

He had played the honorable warrior fighting for faith and family on Mandalore during the civil war. He had journeyed to Arkania in search of nothing but testing his skills in battle, and there they were greatly tested. But today was the first time he would play the role of mercenary, journeying into battle for the mere reward of riches and goods, rather than the honor of battle itself.

Jor dipped a bare hand into Malika's bowl of red dye and pressed his fingers against his helmet, emblazoning his headgear with streaks of crimson. He would wear the colors of the Mandalorian Empire today only out of duty. Supposedly, this was the dawn of a new intergalactic conflict - the Great Galactic War, they were calling it - but In truth, he could not think of a battle in which he had ever been less motivated to fight. At least the Battlemaster's training leading up to the battle had kept things interesting; sharpened his senses and skills.

Jor could see Mandalore the Undying in the front of the hangar, trying to hail the Galactic Alliance. When were they going to answer?

 

[Placeholder 0128]

Location: Caves
Allies: [member="Mirax Eygan"]
Enemies: [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

There was something terrible about the peacefulness of these caves. It was so serene as to seem unnatural, as if it were the fabrication of some predator designed to draw in unsuspecting prey. In truth, Cedric knew that such feelings came from Dagobah's immersion within the force. Still, there was something amusing about comparing the dark and often malignant caves to the world's night faring predators. Fortunately for the Jedi Knight and his padawan, no such creatures had crossed their path.

Cedric shifted his attentions over to Mirax. She'd given up her calling in the medical field to pursue the Jedi path, and Cedric had agreed to teach her what her knew after some brief argument. The journey to Dagobah had occurred shortly thereafter; Cedric had only pitched their tent last night.

Training had begun this morning in one of the caves that connected with Dagobah's natural force nexus. The cave's nature had deafened the duo to everything going on outside both in sound and within the force. Thus the training had continued undisturbed.

"How does Dagobah compare to the other worlds you've visited now that you've opened yourself to the force? Does the forest speak to you? It has with me a handful of times," the knight smiled as something foreign crept up the back of his senses. Something unusual had just landed on the surface; something artificial.

Cedric's brow furrowed as he pulled himself back into the realm of the physical. "I think we may have visitors."

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Dagobah
Objective: Deal with Koda Fett
Enemies: GE and [member="Koda Fett"]
Allies: GA and their allies

Having a small clue of some of what Koda could do, Jairdain moved out of the way before he launched himself from his seat. The smoke did not interfere with her ability to see or not and she followed his movement through the Force. Until he laid his own eyes on her, he wouldn't know who rescued him. Even then, she did not expect him to exactly be pleased.

Her saber was still lit and she now faced Koda. Not hardly giving him time to come to his senses, she placed a barrier around herself in case he attacked blindly. That thought made her smile just slightly. The idea of him being blind amused her to no end.

He thudded into the murky mud and leaned against one of the trees as if in a daze. She sensed his brief confusion and could tell it was clearing quickly. Bringing her saber up, her full attention was on the hunter that had held her twice now. Perhaps it was her turn to hold him. Time would tell.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Location: Mandalorian Fleet | Dagobah Space
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"]
Galactic Alliance | [member="Aryn Teth"]

"Mandalore, how you heard about this attack, I won't bother to ask - but here's how things are going to go. You and your Mandalorians are permitted to enter the Dagobah system, you will be cleared to assault and board any Imperial vessels who enter the system, and since I'm in a generous mood, you're welcome to 'keep what you kill'. If you land your men on the surface of Dagobah, you won't show up on our IFF tags, and it will not be a fault of the Alliance if you are fired upon. Enjoy your raid, Mandalorians." As the holo-recorder ceased and the message was sent, Aryn narrowed his eyes again on the holographic image of Mandalore. Ra Vizslahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/12102-ra-vizsla/ had been out of the galaxy long enough to underestimate the Alliance, if he wanted a display of just how capable they were, he'd be sure to give the Mandalorians a front-row seat.

The Mandalorian Admiral turned to the Mand'alor and Akaan, smirking.

"They put on a brave face, but it seems they want our help after all." He chuckled, looking over at the Undying. Ra's visor remained unmoving, the swirling vortex of gold and red stayed focused on the hologram of the Alliance member, and he didn't seem much for the humor or sarcasm of his Grand Admiral.

He pivoted, his crimson cloak flowing behind him in the still atmosphere of the Sunspear's command deck. "Come, Akaan.

We head for the surface immediately."

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Ra walked into the LAAT/V troop carrier in the hangar bay of the Sunspear. He turned to the Captain.​

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"Take us down.​

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Our heading is the Galactic Alliance Forward Operating Base."​

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A swarm of transports began to erupt from the bellies of the Mandalorian Fleet as alarms began blaring within their hangar bays.​

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Akaan and Mand'alor were on the move, and they headed directly for the surface of Dagobah to mount a defense against the Galactic Empire.​

 

[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="Aya Clarke"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | @BlueTeamPCs
Opposing: None in direct action.

Starchaser-sensei seemed like he serious.

Maybe capture the flag was some kind of super srs bizness in the culture of... of... whatever baseline white guy culture he came from?

Seriously, could anybody really tell a difference between a Corellian and someone from Alderaan?

The Atrisian synth-pop shifted tone as the music player rotated through the playlist. The youngling flipped one side of the headphones off an ear as he noticed the Starchaser-sensei saying stuff. He really had no idea. He'd just bounce along in the back.

When it was time to do something more than that..? Eh, he'd probably know it when it happened.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Dagobah, Sluis Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Allies: The Galactic Empire​

Enemies: The Galactic Alliance and Friends​

Interacting With: [member="Jairdain"]​

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With his right gloved hand he pushed off of the tree, moving to stand on his own two feet now that he had recovered what strength he appeared to of been previously lacking. Fett's hands were gripped tightly around the carbine as his helmet cycled vision modes to get a better look at who is saviour was. Ironically enough, he was capable of identifying them after his helmet's vision returned to normal. Jairdain. The name echoed through his head after spotting her. Was he angry? Was he glad? No. He was indifferent. Koda made no actions of violence, nothing like that at all. Instead for the first time when faced with a Jedi ahead of him, he walked away. Disappearing into the jungles of Dagobah behind. Though it's not like that mattered anyways. Jairdain was blind, she saw through the force, and Dagobah was rich with it.

With each step he ventured further and further into the jungle, the animals within it avoiding him like the plague. Though that wasn't like them, naturally they should approach the Bounty Hunter. In a way Fett was an animal, for he was just like them; suspicious by nature. So delving into this jungle triggered something within him, but regardless of the fact he chose to ignore it. He kept on his path. Eyes darting to and fro on each sensor, weary of anything that may come his way, even Jairdain.

 

[Malok]

T E A M​

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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="Srina Talon"], [member=Mirvak], [member="Akabane Jarvik"]
Allies (GA, CIS, ORC, SJO) | Blue Team: [member="Shoma Ike"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], [member="Aya Clarke"], [member=Rapax], [member="Coren Starchaser"],
Enemies: Galactic Empire
Moving Towards: [member=DT-2417]

Spoiler: Equipment

Armor

• Phase V Confederate Marine Armor
• Terentatek Body Glove
• CZ-BTN Cloaking Device
• Paragan Personal Energy Shield

Utility Belt: Bodo Baas Gunbelt

• "Lazy Eye" Heavy Blaster Pistol
• Czerka Fighting Knife
• Second Lightsabre of Darth Metus
• Sonic Detonator x2

Back Sling: "Allfate" Disruptor Rifle

Wielding: VT Stealth Sniper Rifle (Passing to Srina)

He had promised to make it up to her.

Although, this was more than likely the furthest thing from a standard definition of "making up."

To this day, the young [member="Srina Talon"] took it upon herself to lord over Darth Metus' head a particular...blunder. While, initially, he thought the Golbah Games would be an educational venture - or at the least bit entertaining - the Echani seemed to take personal offense. Now, months down the line, the Sith was still paying for the grievous mistake of putting her through such a monumental waste of time. Her words. As such, his current position within the swamps of Dagobah was due, in no small part, a debt owed.

And that position was in the muck. You see, the latest reparation paid to the young woman was the promise of instruction in the use of a new weapon. Like anyone reared by a warrior culture, Srina leapt at the opportunity to add to her arsenal; and tagged along at her Master's side for the Alliance Wargames. What she did not know, at least until they setup within the swamp, was just how muggy the air was - and how much mud she would get on her person. Whilst laying prone beside her, the armored Metus looked from behind his visor.

Srina had her eye trained down the scope of his sniper rifle. Her finger rested beside the trigger whilst a practice shot was lined up. As her tutor-slash-spotter, Darth Metus had been walking through the process for several minutes now. They had checked the conditions. They had lined up the shot. And all that was left was taking it.

"Whenever you're ready," he breathed, "take the shot."

Their target was a stone that had been placed upon a tree branch prior. After encouraging her forward, Darth Metus watched in silence - turning his head back to the stone to see if the impact would be successful. However. Before he could so much as confirm if his tutelage was worth a damn, communications began to buzz through the Alliance channels. Some of the verbage was a little garbled, most likely due the native state of Dagobah interfering with his reception, but what he picked up was enough for him to raise a hand. Heavy, mechanized equipment.

Definitely not of the variety the Wargame participants had brought along.

"Change of plans." he muttered, pushing against the muck in order to sit upright. "Something's going on - we're far enough out to scout it. Get the rifle, let's move."

With that said, Darth Metus marked their position over the Allied channel and led the way deeper into the swamp. Hoping...Really hoping...that he wouldn't get tagged by a jumpy Blue on the way there.

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

“The fear is certain that with the Jedi menace removed from their hold near the Sith Empire that the Alliance, as weak a power as it is will move against us and our allies.” It was a clear message that had been sent by the Moff Council that day, words of broken promises and above all else caution at a far greater threat.
“What Moff Talsari fails to note is that the Galactic Alliance is not a weak power.” The arguing point came from Moff Gri, a newer addition who had taken seat upon Bothan and was already in the process of intrigating the Bothan Spy Network into Imperial Intelligence, allowing him power and influence. “This is the same government who overthrew the One Sith from their core throne. The same military who made pause of the Omega threat and the same…”
“It is far from the same Moff Gri.” Talsari made his statement and all eyes fell upon him. “The alliance is a broken shell of what it once was, a dangerously sharp shell, but broken none the less. One that must be put in check lest it come for us in desperation.”
A cheer of hurrahs filled the council chambers on Kamino, the stark white surrounds emphasising the dark greys and blacks of the council’s uniforms.
“I suppose you have a plan to assure that this is done?”
“Indeed I do.”

Dagobah // Imperial Black Ops Team Inferno // The Ravager Imperial Raider-III class
Faction: Galatic Empire // Enemy: Galactic Alliance

“Have you seen them yet?” Rhun was stood to the left of Kayrce as they sat around a holographic display of the planet before them. “Are we sure it’s not just a passing movement?” His face, unmasked, was full of concern. The news of the Mandalorian’s dropping out of hyperspace right in the path of the Galactic Empire’s stealth assault on the Alliance was causing them all concern, he just showed it more.

“We’ve got the scans from the fleet, but exact numbers won’t be known until we get within range.” Kayrce pressed a switch on the display, allowing a rough display of the space theatre before them. “Although it does confirm the suspicions of the Moff Council. The Alliance were preparing for war, the amount of military signals and movement on a planet that is essentially a swamp backwater? I’m not one to give into loose suspicion but if I was a betting Imperial?”

“You’d have made some serious money.” Briana, the team’s other female member said as she stared over the display with an intensity that was on par with those who watched a holo as if it were their only child. “The question still remains however, the sudden appearance of the Mandalorian fleet has made our situation more difficult then it already was.”

“We adapt.” Kayrce answered. “We always have.” She spared a look to where Gylon Beric was stood, one of her oldest friends and second in command of the team as a whole. “Although how we adapt is the main question.”

“You don’t.” Another, from outside the group spoke. Admiral Aidross making himself known to the team as he entered the briefing room. His appearance everything Imperial. “The plan continues as planned for you. The fleet will deal with this inconvenience, as for the forces on the planet. Well they have faced worse then opportunists before.” He clicked off the holo-display and stared towards his favourite team, noting the missions they had already completed in his head. “This will test you all like never before, yet the Emperor has every faith in your abilities to see the task done.”

“We will sir.” Kayrce said with her usual efficient tone. “We haven’t failed you yet.” Her team followed her enthusiasm, yet there was forever the dreaded feeling that they were going into something harder then they had ever faced before. The Silver Jedi had been real Jedi, always defensive, never truly there in force. The Alliance? It was clear that they were mustering for their own offensive, after all so much military presence around a swamp, it was the only obvious movement.

“The Emperor expects that you won’t.” The Admiral added. “We will launch in ten minutes. Commander Kayrce. You have command.”

 

[Dalton Kenway]

Location: 'Red Home Base'
Objective: War Games
Allies: Galactic Alliance | CIS | Mandalorians et al
Enemies: Galactic Empire et al
CIS Team: Red

A few more Confederacy types were amassing outside of the base, but nothing was really happening. Dalton sighed, glancing at the people in the vicinity. Everyone was covered ever so slightly in the dank mist that hung in the air like a permanent blanket belonging to Dagobah itself.

Beside them, a makeshift communication relay sent out a transmission from the Red team up in the air above.

”Seems our buddies in the air are on the way.”

Dalton walked across the dry ground before stepping up onto a large collection of mossy rocks, covered in dark green and scorched black slate. With a slow inhale and exhale, he cast his dark eyes into the distance.

”Next time I say we go on the offensive and let the others stay here, especially if we’re hanging around in a bog like this.”

He cocked his head, seeing the figure of their leader [member="Darth Metus"] move further away from the base. There was no need to say anything, as he was probably off to scout around, but it was enough for the Corellian to note and remember where he had gone. Anybody could get lost easily in this terrain.

[member="Kip Hollaran"] | [member="Lyra Sunfell"] | [member="Katria Vekarr"] | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Prime"] |[member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Mirvak"] | [member="Akabane Jarvik"]