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

[Er'in Tenel]

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TEAM ​

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Location: Dagobah, Surface (Red Team Fort)
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
Allies (GA, CIS, ORC, SJO) | Blue Team: Shoma Ike, Daxton Bane, Katrine Van-Derveld, Aya Clarke, Rapax, Coren Starchaser
Enemies: Galactic Empire

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A man who's heavy brow offsets the damaged recesses that embrace his eyes.​

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A black cloud.​

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Fear.​

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Er'in staggered, collapsing to her knees in black, wet mud of Dagobah, pressing her side against the gnarled and twisted tree as if it could somehow shield her from the vision behind her eyes. Fear gripped her to the core of her heart, cracked and formed on the surface of the now freezing wet mud and water pressing against her.

She wanted to scream, to push back, to do anything. But she didn't know how. She thought she understood what it meant to be helpless and to witness the dark, burning majesty of the force when she met her Master. But now she knew that Darth Malus encompassed but aspect of force - one aspect of the dark side.

They were coming for her.

And somehow, that made it easier to take. That made her angry. Anger was good, anger was action. She rose to her feet, biting her lip hard enough to draw a river of blood as she mastered her passions enough to force the vision out of her head.

It didn't take a genius to know that whomever the Empire had sent, they wouldn't reveal themselves until their forces were in position to attack. And she knew there was nowhere to run.

 

[Mitth'rae'leios]

A cluster of flashes, the tell tale signs of movement and the occasional fighter trail drew the Chiss attention as he pore over the culmination around Dagobah. While he had not anticipated such numbers, odds many others might have considered to be daunting, he maintained his characteristic calm as he strode towards the operations deck. Even as his attention was fixed upon the flow of the most compound axis of the Alliance Navy, he could not ignore an uproar of alarms indicative of allies under fire.

Head held high, he closed his eyes for but a moment to collect his thoughts. So it would seem they had seen them coming. Had they perhaps intercepted communications? Or was it the work of an underground operation independent of the Alliance's central command? Trivial questions that occupied the recesses of his mind as he calculated each option in swift succession. It was hardly important how or why they had anticipated the Empire's arrival. In part, expanding his thesis, there was as much likelihood that the Alliance was preparing for an invasion of their own.

Opening his eyes, surveying the motion of the fleet outside the sensor range of the Praetor, the Chiss made motion to the captain. While it seemed relevant to assess the extent of the enemy's vessels, there was little to be gained in ignoring the condition of an allied position.

"Captain, give me your report," he uttered without changing the slightest modicum of his posture to acknowledge the readily waiting officer. Even as he spoke he continued to map the coordination of the Alliance Navy, their choice of ships and use of relevant tactics. Crude as they may or may not be, he saw it best to understand them rather than to underestimate them. This was, after all, their system.

"Admiral, Captain Fabian has come under fire from the enemy vessels. We've yet to calculate their-"

"That's enough, captain, I've no need for unnecessary details," the Chiss mused as he absorbed the unsettling, but not daunting news. With a wave of his hand and a signal known only to his crew, the captain immediately approached the communications deck to open a channel with his suppressed ally.

:: Captain Fabian, this is Rear Admiral Thrael, :: he began with a chilling but assured confidence in his voice. :: Relay your combat data to my ship and form up on our position. I've begun my surveillance of the enemy fleet, but it would seem you've stirred the hive. ::

His message delivered, the Rear Admiral retreated appropriately to the position he had previously held at the center of the bridge. First order of business carefully in mind, second precisely undertaken, the Chiss began to move on to his third objective. It was time for them to commence their attack, or rather to retaliate in kind for the irregular but not unexpected response from the Alliance Navy. His mind aflutter with ideas and strategies, filled with an organized detail of each operating vessel his allies sought to put into coordination. His attention turned to Major C'artyom.

"Captain give the order to move into the preset position, noting the distance from the enemy and recognized position of the Indictor." He began and took to scanning the fleet before him as he gave his command. While a great many of the defending vessels had not made a direct motion to attack the Empire's forces, they still presented a significant threat. "Note Captain Fabian's position and bring ninety percent of shields to bear between our vessels and the Alliance, prepare for long range assault should they be so bold."

Slowly the vessels began to move into position, each taking up it's chosen course with consideration for the enemy attacks and allied reception; closing the distance to [member="Fabian"]'s position with an urgent but reasonable pace. A Victory IV at each of the Praetor's high flanks, the Indictor took position just beneath the Praetor with each sloop taking up it's rear flanks. It was a sound plan for an initial motion but one that needed to be observed with caution due to the variety of vessels adorning the enemy space. The Chiss noted the incoming streaks of fire from the enemy vessels he could see upon their shift in course and with a small, but visible glint in his eye he took measure to observe that sector more carefully.

:: Major [member="Desmond C'artyom"], this is the Captain of Rear Admiral Thrael's command ship. We're moving into position at the edge of Alliance space Dagobah, continue with your operation and report progress through secure channel alpha three six five gamma. :: The captain relayed, not needing to look to the Chiss for acknowledgement of the orders he had already been given prior to their drop from hyperspace.

The guns for the destroyers had not been fired, but they were warming up as ordered. Each beginning to lock their targeting systems on the most important ships in the enemy naval structure. They had seen the enemy fire first, but they would not make their move until the enemy showed their fault. He knew it would come with time, and it was with great patience that he scanned for it's appearance. None the wiser a smart enemy would have known this was a skilled tacticians prerogative. Find the structural weakness and exploit it.

Poised to observe, ready to respond to any motion, the Chiss settled into his mental throes.

It was their move once again.

S/H Praetor Mk IV Class Battlecruiser 100/100 - Weapons Primed
S/H Victory IV Class Star Destroyer 100/100 - Weapons Primed
S/H Victory IV Class Star Destroyer 100/100 - Weapons Primed
S/H Imperial Indictor II Class Electronic Warfare Frigate 100/100 - Weapons Primed
S/H Imperial Intersector II Class Sloop 100/100 - Weapons Primed
S/H Imperial Intersector II Class Sloop 100/100 - Weapons Primed

[member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Zark"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"]

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Location: Dagobah, Surface
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
Allies (GA, CIS, ORC, SJO) | Blue Team: [member="Shoma Ike"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], Aya Clarke, @rapas, [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: Galactic Empire


The swamp. Rekha looked about at everything she had been here before and it had not changed much at all. Nope. Still full of things, like elusive jubba birds that she had hoped to catch and failed to do so. Vine Snakes , dragon snakes, gnarltrees, slugs and various other things that could either attach it self to you, pull you down, scare you, and in some cases squeeze and eat you. Not her favorite place.

She was trying to keep up with her group wouldn't do to get lost in here and with the others team out there waiting to pull them in. She had best keep her eyes and ears open. She could complain about that the time thought of complaining her foot sank into the mud that chhhhhh sound of sucking as she pulled her foot free was disgusting.

She looked at her black boots covered in swamp water, and mud. Great.

She heard voices skipping a bit to catch up smiling at those around her.

She had with her the woebringer and her amulet having left the thunderclap at home. She didn't want to burn down Dagobah, well in some way she did. She also added one other thing which was a lot heavier than she thought a rifle. The trees around Dagobah could give one quite the advantage being high, and dry. She also had a bottle of something good to drink she had a feeling they might need it.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Lower Atmosphere, Dagobah
Objective: Allied Operational Oversight
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Aryn Teth"]
Enemies: Galactic Empire, [member="Anya Malvern"]
Equipment: In Signature

Command Deck, Alliance Mobile Air Command
Area of Operations, Dagobah

"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."

"Your transmission must be faulty, General. I could have sworn you said Imperial ships and...Mandalorians..." Zark trailed off as he looked up from the communications station, noticing for the first time the precipitous drop off in noise and activity on the previously swarming bridge of the Alliance repulsor-carrier. It did not take him long to follow Captain Stazi and his crew's collective gaze out the glasteel viewport, and when he did he realized he had not misheard Teth after all. At this range they appeared as little more than a distant rain of burning embers, but the vice admiral didn't need a pair of macrobinoculars to tell what they were seeing. Imperial drop pods.

"Understood," he managed at last over comms when he realized the General was still on the line passing along intel, "I'll take good care of the 26th, don't worry. You'll have your reinforcements in orbit, and may the Force be with you up there."

As they both ended the transmission on their respective end points, Zark had recovered from the shock of a real enemy incursion enough to appreciate the irony in their reversed roles. He, the naval tactician, was stuck here on the ground overseeing the planetary area of operations, while Aryn who was a skilled starship commander in his own right but one of the best generals they had, had taken charge of their defenses in orbit.

Already units across the surface were jamming Air Command's comm lines requesting a sit rep or new orders, and while Captain Stazi had already loudly reasserted his command of the senior officers around him in an effort to make their craft truly combat ready, the admiral knew it would be down to him in the end to sort through that logistical nightmare. Taking a moment to recompose himself before setting about such a monumental task, the Jedi Master strode over to the forward viewport to fully take in his surroundings and center himself.

"What the feth is going on here now? Did you boys join up yesterday?!" Despite his meditation, the voice of Captain Stazi behind him was hard to fully block out, "Get these transports off my launch pad, or I'll shove my boot so far up your-"

"Which transports, sir?" a terrified crewman asked, "We haven't cleared any landings!"

"Are you slow, son? These ones right here on your surface deck readout!"

Zark's eyes snapped open.

As the Jedi wheeled around, he locked gazes with a wide eyed duros Captain who had put the pieces together just a few seconds later. If they hadn't cleared any landings, either there had been some sort of rare clerical error with the datawork, or...those weren't really their transports.

"Flight Deck, what's the hold up?" a communications officer radioed the upper levels on his own initiative, before turning to them both and shaking his head, fear growing in his eyes, "No response."

"I'm on my way," Zark called over his shoulder, having begun a quick march towards the turbolift before the man had even finished, "Have a security team meet me in main operations."

Alone in the turbolift, the admiral drew his service weapon, an Alliance marine issue heavy blaster pistol from its shoulder holster, and checked the power settings. Before he had even reached main operations, another disturbance in the Force rocked him physically. This one was much closer, and it was obvious that whoever had caused it was making no secret of their presence on a Jedi aligned world. Centering himself, his eyes went pure white as his Force Sight allowed him to see through the structure of the repulsor-carrier around him and at a pillar of malevolent energy that was the distant presence of High Inquisitor [member="Drakar"].

Rechecking the settings on his blaster, he toggled its custom paddle-beam setting.

"I am one with the Force," the Jedi mumbled to himself repeatedly, "and the Force is with me."

 

[Norin Terrek]

Objective: Assist [member="Cedric Grayson"]
Location: Force caves beneath Dagobah
Allies: The Galactic Alliance [member="Candez Stoon"], [member="Mirax Eygan"], [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: The Galactic Empire, [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

Ah, the sound of boots smashing against the cold ground, and the sound of blaster fire in the distance. How Norin missed these sounds, and he was glad to be back. He was to support some jedi by the name of Cedric Grayson, which sounded oddly familiar, but there was no time to stop and think, they had a war to win. He marched on until he found the caves he had been told to rendezvous in, this was going to be rather fun.

He spotted the Duros waiting outside of the cave, he walked over to the cave and stood outside the entrance, waiting for further orders. He hadn't been told much other than to meet this Cedric in a cave system under Dagobah, and by the looks of it, it seems like this Duros was in the exact same position. He stood guard quietly, watching the many swamp bugs fly around him and then back into the water, this was a rather peculiar world, a shame it was now nothing more than another battlefield.

 

[Wellenn Jones]

Objective: Protect the War Game Perimeter
Location: One Kilometer east of Wargames
Allegiance: Galactic Alliance
Opposition: Galactic Empire

While Wellenn stood post, a fierce debate was taking place in hid head. The topic? Which was worse, being sent to Dagobah where the heat and humidity made Felucia feel like a temperate planet, or the fact that he was doing perimeter security, while his brothers in arms were off doing a war game just a kilometer away. Although the painful sight of watching other GADF troops engage in war games while he stood watch and performed foot patrols was pretty druk, being feet deep in Dagobah swamp mud took the cake.

Wellen, having nothing else to do, decided to analyze his unit's fighting ability and material force. Because he had gotten the luck of the draw, and got to take the post only twenty meters away from the units encampment, he could see all the vehicles and heavy equipment his company had been assigned. It wasn't much, a single Imfall MBT, two Jairdain mortars, a Radama mortar carrier, three Korriban HMGs, a few, maybe five, Z-24 Rotary canons, and last but not least, three VT-SDC-13 shoulder mounted disruptor canons. Vehicle wise, the hundred fifty man company was horribly undergunned, as many of the vehicles and equipment had been given on loan to the units in the war game, however as perimeter security, they really only needed the infantry weapons. Their main duty was to ensure no-outsiders accidentally wandered in, nor allow any enemy scouts the opportunity to observe the war games. Among the infantry units, every soldier was clad in the Light Infantry Uniform, or LIUs for short, most units were armed with the A320 blaster rifle, with some garnering the EL-16 blaster carbine, and a lucky few with MF-9 Shatterguns or Verpine Shatter Rifles. Wellen was in the first crowd, brandishing the standard issue A320.

Wellen sighed, the army life was a chitty one.

 

[Jor Kvall]

Allies: Mandalorian Empire, Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: Galactic Empire​

[member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Kal Ordo"] [member="Malika Mantis"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]​

The dropship down to Dagobah was about as comfortable as riding on an enraged dewback, as it always was, though Jor was finally getting used to it. When the dropship doors opened and the murky shadows of Dagobah greeted him, Jor saw that this planet was everything he had come to expect.

The Empire and the Alliance both reveled in their cosmopolitan grandiosity - and they were fighting over this pisshole?

Were it not for this planet's strategic importance as a military outpost, Jor imagined that neither the Alliance nor the Empire would ever dream of setting foot on this nubilous wasteland. Jor could imagine the Mandalorians making good use of this planet, though. The harsh environment and unknown beasts that lurked beneath the ever-present layer of fog that seemed to coat the surface of the planet would make for good training. It would take years of terraforming, even with the latest technology, to farm these lands. Therefore it was ideal for a nomadic, hunter-gatherer lifestyle... a code which his ancestors used to live by.

Jor fastened his helmet to his head and slogged through the cloudy water in approach to the Alliance base camp, right near [member="Artemis Lux"], saying nothing. If Jor seemed more disillusioned than usual today, it was because he was. He didn't want to fight for Jedi scum. All he wanted was to collect his loot and get the hell out of here.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

ALLIES: GE
ENEMIES: GA

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond eyed the tactical read out of the planetary defenses and let out a slight sigh. They were heavily outnumbered, but there was nothing that could stop the Imperials now. The machinations of war had begun to turn it’s man powered cogs, using the blood of the very same soldiers to sustain itself. Whether the soldiers be Imperial or Alliance the machine cared not. It only served one purpose and that purpose was indiscriminate destruction. Today Desmond would seek to let loose such a purpose upon the fleet of the Alliance. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Beneath his stirring calm was a savagery waiting to be unchained upon his foe. Desmond would do so and destroy them with every fiber of his being. But, for now he remained outwardly calm, but inside, inside him was a relentless ape waiting to pound it’s enemies to dust and give the great machine that was war enough fuel for ages to come. His fiery gaze swept to his Captain and the man winced beneath his glare. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Move us into firing range! We must cover the drop pods descent!” Desmond barked and the Captain seemed to grow even shorter. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He saluted the Chiss and raced to do his bidding, his hands shaking ever so slightly. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“All ships move to long range weapons engagement, target enemy capital ships!” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Canon crews raced to their battlestations, manning the turrets that would rain doom down upon the enemy. The turbolasers opened fire releasing salvos of death as the cannoniers loaded large shells of tibanna gas into the turrets chambers. The inside of the firing areas became alit with new life as the cannons roared their battle cries at the enemies. A tumultuous shout that left scores of men dead in less than a second. The men loaded the cannisters as quickly as they could, but the gun crew lead shouted at them to load even faster. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“This ship is your body now! If it goes down we all go down with it! Now load you bastards, load!” [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Upon the bridge the ensigns raced from terminal to terminal constantly calling out new firing vectors, Shield status, and travelling velocity. But, Desmond stood calmly amongst it all, but the rage continued to build as he watched the readout. So far the drop pods had yet to come under enemy fire, but they had only made it halfway through space. Desmonds fleet remained in formation as it began to fire upon the various enemies, seeking to draw attention away from the Imperial pods that had been launched.[/SIZE]

 

[Anya Malvern]

Location-atmosphere of dagaboh, flight deck of mobile air command
Objective-take over the mobile air command
Enemies-[member="Zark"]
Allies-GE


They had sat down on the deck, anya stood eyes closed as she felt those around her and outside of the ship. Many men walking pointing at the transports as she could it smirk. Fools likely couldn't tell difference between their hand and-

She stopped for a second, she could feel a Jedi nearby. She frowned knowing this would make taking this entire thing a pain in her rear. No matter she was not afraid! She would deal with the Jedi and secure this mobile air command and take a victory for the Empire.

No doubt a crowd was gathered looking at these ghost transports sudden just showing up anya spoke over the comms

lights off...doors open, fire on my mark

She said as she inhaled watching the door close, letting barely any light in as she saw the curious troopers moving closer and closer, she grinned as she felt the air heat around her. Then she focused it as she let out a roar of fire towards the enemy engulfing them as blaster fire rained out of the transports hitting anyone nearby. She stopped and sighed as steam came out following the snap hiss of her ornage saber as she quickly moved out, fifty men taking cover behind whatever they could find and began firing on the crew and any pilots attempting to get out of the fray and to the sky

Anya grabbed a man as she threw him off and sliced another down as she moved forward...those lucky to escape that inferno was cut down. They had the top deck secure in minutes as she started for the command deck slowly as she let herself be known. A fiery spirit come to life inthe force as she grasped at the doors with the force and ripped them open

It was time to take the rest

 

[Mirax Eygan]

Location: Subterranean caves on Dagobah | Allies: Cedric Grayson, Coren Starchaser | Enemies: Unknown​

Whatever this cave was, it certainly made Cedric talk funnier by the minute. What was he saying now? Oh, yeah . . . the Force was running rampant through Dagobah. It unleashed its midi-chlorians in a torrent of life-giving energy. Both light and dark flourished here, and both light and dark seemed to co-exist upon an ancient scale of balance between good and evil. Mirax could not help but wonder if this was one of the most rare places in the entire galaxy, where such an event was possible . . .

She watched Cedric assemble his armor, causing her eyes to glow with wonder as he donned it piece by piece. She had seen heavily clad bounty hunters before, but nothing prepared her for the experience of seeing a Jedi knight put on his arcane defensive array.

At her master's directive, she looked her heavy blaster over in silent scrutiny - making sure the weapon would not fail her when she needed it most. All seemed to be in order, the Lorrdian noted with some small satisfaction as she slid the sidearm back to the protective sheath of her bantha-hide utility belt. When she looked up again, Cedric features were entirely obscured by the stalwart face of his helmet.

The nexus was calling to them, Cedric said, just before sending out a communique to someone he seemed to know and trust, implicitly. They would have to go deeper into the caves.

Ugh, deeper? Really??
What was this nexus - was it something to do with the Force?

She wanted to ask this and many other questions, but for the time being Mirax felt it was wiser to simply keep her silence. At any rate, Cedric did ask for a backup in case they failed to check in within the hour. Mirax found that suggestion somewhat reassuring.

The Jedi's comment about her training was met with a lopsided grin. Oh, she was plenty convinced there would be a wild abundance of 'events' to take place on this, most glorious of all swamp worlds. "I had no doubt that coming here would be filled with a plethora of remarkable moments," she retorted with gentle teasing of her own, punctuated by a subtle wink. "By the way, I could not help but notice that you are placing a -lot- of faith in my humble clothing. You would not happen to have anything that could help layer your padawan a little, would you . . . master? Layers are key to bigger and better padding . . . and after all, I am trying to imitate you in every way possible."

I'd also like to stay alive for as long as I can. Force or no Force, common sense might help ensure my survival far better than meditating on the former.

A small, child-like smile ensued, bright eyes pleading silently but not expecting any favors in return.

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[member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

[Placeholder 0128]

Objective: Brief Folks
Allies: [member="Mirax Eygan"], [member="Norin Terrek"], [member="Candez Stoon"]
Enemies: [member="Desmond C'artyom"], [member="Drakar"]


It seemed his request for aid had come sooner rather than later. Both the force and the handful of blips on his HUD indicated a nearby team was moving in to provide them with assistance. Though no message had been sent back through, Cedric's new access to TACCOMMS informed him of the situation. A frown was hidden by his masked features.

"I could give you my jacket?" The knight rumbled with quiet laughter as he turned toward the cave entrance. The sound of footfalls could be heard within the brush just outside.

"Hold on," with a grunt, Cedric pulled open the supply crate he'd brought down with them. Having intended to camp for quite a few days, the pair had packed more than their fair share of supplies. One of those things happened to be an Echani vibrosword that Cedric had given Mirax for training. He tossed the sheathed weapon at her feet, along with a flak jacket that was a size too big for the padawan. Satisfied, Cedric stashed the remainder of their supplies and hid them in one of the nearby crevices.

"Put that on," he gestured toward the jacket. "Try not to cut yourself with the sword."

Another disturbance echoed throughout the nexus. Cedric felt the presence of [member="Drakar"] and winced. The comms were true: the empire had come to Dagobah. The Jedi Knight could only think of one reason as to why such a powerful force sensitive would have been fielded this close to the caves. In response the High Inquisitor's landing, Cedric sent a signal of his own in the force. It was something of an acknowledgment: the inquisitor would know he had been heard, and he would know that the Jedi below had no fear of him or his warriors.

Not yet.

"The Galactic Empire has landed an invasion force," a curse fell from his lips. "I sense someone powerful leading them. Probably one of their inquisitors - they'll want to get to the Force Nexus. We can't let them do that. Stay close to me Mirax, do as I do. If I'm wounded or you lose me, I want you to return to the closest Galactic Alliance force and wait for me there."

The footfalls drew closer. A single moment passed before [member="Candez Stoon"] and [member="Norin Terrek"] were standing in the cavern's entrance. The armor clad knight turned toward the new arrivals and their compatriots.

"Afternoon gentlemen. I'm Cedric Grayson, and this is my padawan Mirax Eygan," he gestured toward the young woman, "We're fully aware of the imperial assault, and I have a sinking feeling that they intend to visit the nexus at the heart of the cave system. We can't allow them to tamper with it. Are you with us?"

 

[Mirax Eygan]

Objective: Attend the Briefing
Allies: Cedric Grayson, Norin Terrekhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/15385-norin-terrek/, Candez Stoon
Enemies: Unknown



I could give you my jacket?

Was Cedric laughing at her? Hmph. Mirax would have him know she had been attired in way worse raiment than a man's jacket. Best not get into that now, though . . . nope, some stories were much better off left untold. Just as that realization hit, so did something metal - and close, too. Her thoughts shifted rapidly along with her gaze as she caught a glimpse of a vibro-weapon landing with a clanging noise at her feet. Then came a jacket which seemed almost the right size, but upon closer look turned out to be generous enough to hide a baby Ewok - if necessary.

Picking up both items, Mirax donned one, then attempted to attach the other to her utility belt. Her eyes shone with quiet appreciation as she gave the vibroblade a quick glance over to make sure it was not going to interfere with vertical movement.

"Awesome. Both of them. And you too - are awesome; thank you, master."

You are babbling on like a village idiot and should stop now.

In the meantime, Cedric was imparting further instructions and she fell in step with every word, letting her eidetic memory absorb it utterly - inflection and volume included. Nodding in acknowledgment, the Lorrdian's face became a mask of solemnity as she pondered the implications of her companion's sullen words.

"As you say, master." She said, an unmistakable gravity in her voice. "Although . . . I better not lose you. We are barely getting started; you would not want to let me down, would you?"

The padawan would fall silent as they paused and waited for someone to arrive. Before long, Mirax could hear the ambient rhythm of footfalls, embedding themselves in the moist jungle floor - but asked no further questions. With the arrival of two strangers, her hand automatically closed upon the handle of her heavy blaster, but left the weapon snug in its holster. Whether it was used or not would greatly depend on the forthcoming introductions.

Afternoon, gentlemen . . .

Clearly, Cedric was expecting this particular company because he greeted two newly arrived strangers without hesitation. Then, as her name was brought up, Mirax bowed gracefully at the waist - unsure if that was what was expected - it just seemed the proper way for a padawan to respond. For the time being, she would remain silent unless spoken to - even if the latest confirmation of an imperial assault caused her fingers to sweat, just a little.

And then there was the mention of that nexus . . . again.

Why was Cedric so adamant in protecting it? Was it a gateway to something powerful within the Force?

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[member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

[Loray Tares]

Division: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Galactic Empire, [member="Drakar"]
Accessories and Equipment: In Bio, equipment necessary to appear as NFU (FD-2http://starwarsrp.net/topic/112086-fd-2/)
Team: The Thousandhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/115631-the-thousand
Hunny: Aver Brandhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/10853-aver-brand/

He landed hard atop a mat of vines and accumulating peat, softening the blow of his heavy footsteps. Burdened by purpose or simply the culmination of metal and sinew, it was difficult to tell. And as he stood within the embrace of the vast swamps, men of a certain caliber landed in tow behind him and [member="Aver Brand"].

While Aver made attempts to conceal her physical presence, Loray found no purpose in such tactics. The fog of war was as much a metaphor as it was something real and confining. With that in mind, he stepped beyond her and waited for the others to approach.

"Your target."
"That is not yours to choose."

Loray smiled beneath his helmet and the shroud of a cloak, concealing the baton that stood at his side. The Thousand were his people and for a moment, he considered his options when outnumbered by hopped up weaker versions of himself. And he did the only thing that made sense at the time.

Spinning, his riot baton struck out in a flash of blue, otherwise hidden from the moving enemy by gnarltree branches and thick foliage. The baton hit the soldier across the chest, sending him flying into a nearby tree. The trunk groaned against the force but was left otherwise unharmed. And pressing the business end of the baton against the wet ground, Loray looked on towards the rest of the soldiers.

"Your target is over there. Tear it apart."

No response that time. Just groans and the shifting of zombie like creatures as they swayed past the Equalizers. Heading in the direction of the Juggernaut, they disappeared in flashes of energy through the fog.

"We will distract it. You figure out a way to destroy it."

He had no patience for games or hiding. Stepping forward in the wake of the Thousand, he disappeared in the roundabout direction of the rolling armored vehicle.

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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

Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member='Zark'], (Very Tenuously) - The Mandalorian Empire, The Outer Rim Coalition, [member='Janick Beauchamp']​

Enemies: The Galactic Empire, [member='Fabian'], [member='Mitth'rae'leios'], [member='Desmond C'artyom']​

Objective: Implement the Teth Doctrine​

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Aryn watched the scanners focused on the Mandalorian ships with intensity after he finished his brief conversation with Zark, waiting to see what their visitors would do. Seeing as the dropships deployed, he carefully watched their trajectory... And smirked when they began to head straight for the surface. His challenge had been heeded after all. He turned his gaze then to the scanners which had been more properly forming of the Imperial fleet, it seemed a small section of their fleet had already begun to take fire from a new group of ORC ships, something which vaguely irritated Teth. Aryn was a General, ground warfare was his forte, but he still held a tactical mind, and he knew well enough that his own particular 'doctrine' of warfare had been designed with utilization on both the ground and in orbit in mind. The ORC attack weakened the likely strength of his plan, but insignificantly.

As he looked over the profiles of the Imperial ships as they came in, Aryn let a smirk split his lips as he looked over the primary cluster of the Imperial fleet, recognizing a few individual ships from his studies. He had not faced the Empire directly since his capture at their hands many, many months ago, since his return to the galaxy at large. They had held the power over him then, driven him to his lowest point and almost broken him, almost driven him to their side, but things were different now. What greater insult, what greater victory would there be for him then, to be the one to break the Empire's new rising star of an admiral?

As the Alliance fleet began to form up around the shipyards at Zark's command from the surface, Aryn felt the shift through his ship as it was finally released from its clamps at the shipyard, the crew aboard and ready to get underway. The Captain had begun to move the ship to form up along with the fleet in front of the shipyards, until Aryn turned his gaze over his shoulder towards the man. "Bring us behind the shipyards, as low as you can that the weapon can deploy." The Captain gave Aryn a confused look, but didn't question the man and began to shout orders across the bridge as the ship began to move in kind. Aryn wandered away from his hologram towards the front of the ship, staring out over the darkness of space to the distant dagger-shapes of the Imperial Fleet, he stared intently at the ship at their head, the one massive Praetor, and he knew he was there. Thrael.

The rest of the Alliance fleet had moved into range, their weapons primed and ready to engage with the Imperials as they halted in a defensive formation. Aryn spoke up without even glancing over his shoulder. "Target the Praetor at the head of their fleet. Full Reactor Ignition." No questions came from the bridge, and time seemed to slow as Aryn drew on the force flowing from Dagobah below him. The long deployment and charging period was a significant drawback, but the fact that the Truth's shields and systems would be severely weakened following the blast was worse, the shipyards themselves were his shield however.

Normally the sight of the massive Proton Beam Cannon deploying would be clear to see, but positioning himself behind the Shipyards had hidden it well enough, only the vague shape of it was evident as it appeared slowly below the Shipyards, only to someone truly paying attention. The rest of the Alliance fleet opened fire, sending an overwhelming barrage of fire in the direction of all Imperial ships, there was no holding back on the end of the Alliance ships, this was his first real demonstration of his doctrine in space combat, he only hoped that Thrael would live up to his reputation. The barrage was not only there to hide the charging weapon however, it was a test, to see just how the Empire would respond to such a show of force, the Proton Beam was just the real part of that test. "The weapon is charged sir."

"Order the fleet to hold fire - you may fire when ready." After those Nine long minutes, the large Green beam of energy lit up space, flying across the starfield, through the Alliance fleet, directed precisely at the Imperial Praetor.

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Spoiler: summary

GAS Incandescent Truth fired primary Proton Beam Cannon at full power, Target: Thrael's Praetor
Scythe-Class Heavy Cruiser fired upon Imperial Fleet
Four Dirigible-Class Corvettes fired upon Imperial Fleet

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[Lysandra]

Location: Somewhere deep in the Caves of Dagobah
Allies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] (?)
Enemies: Literally anyone else who approaches.
Objective: Guard the 'Voiceless Talker'

The sickly sweet scent of mildew and moss pervaded the labyrinth of tunnels underneath the mists of Dagobah. Clinging to the cold and slick passageways like a jealous lover, the cloying perfume pressed itself into the serpentine depths, purging whatever bastion of crisp air remained within the maze's belly.

It was not a place for lovely things.

Colour and sound were squashed together in an undulating throb of grey and brown, the fleeting glimpses of glowing algae barely encroaching on the ever present darkness that fed the labyrinth. Stagnant pools of bitter water pockmarked the outer rim of the great maze, the laborious remnants of swamp water festering in the shadows like despondent mirrors, never to be gazed upon again.

Where a garden nurtured every vine and leaf, the caves beneath the swamp did little more than sunder such things. It warped, wrangled and rid the prettiness of whatever delicate entity tumbled into its grasp. Such was the case for the lone waif that idly wandered through the vast web of stone and algae.

Lysandra did not know long she'd been in the strange place or how far her bare feet tip toed over its marshes and stones. The pale creature knew not the day, nor the year or how many voices now joined the cacophony of sound that perpetually rung inside the kaleidoscope of her mind. They were all present, inside and outside the bounds of her comprehension and yet they all squirmed beneath something far greater, a voice that called from the very depths of the humid labyrinth. It was a persistent whisper, an anchor to the mania that crowned the waif's mind. All she knew now was to abide by this voiceless talker, heed to the gentle pull that led her deeper into the bosom of the caverns.

Whatever visage she once maintained, of the impish teenager with petals in her hair and laughter in her lips, was gone. The descent had scarred the fragile slip that was once Lysandra, warping the young woman into something feral, something wild.

"~Slippery, slippery, slippery! Stone snake slippy like a...bone cake~" The porcelain skinned girl hollered into the cavernous darkness, her melodic voice rising and falling in dismembered notes. There was a moment of silence before her manic chant echoed back to her, bouncing the rhyme back into the peripheries of her vision. It was wonderfully entertaining for the wide eyed waif, hearing a voice so similar to her own.

"~Voiceless talker lead this walker~" She called into the depths of the caves, feeling the all too familiar tug of whatever it was that lurked in the depths of her understanding.

Unfortunately, for the meandering minx, her riotous rhythm was quickly interrupted by the faintest chitter of voices throbbing somewhere near the lip of the caves. It was an ugly sound, a static and ugly orange that tore through the field of her vision.

Lysandra shuddered, the hair on the back of her neck rising in disapproval as moss stained fingernails punctured the supple flesh of her palms.

"Sil-ly." She twitched, the delicate lilt of her voice little more than a ragged whisper.

Feeling the voiceless talker tug once more, the ragged waif screamed a great and terrible scream and lurched forward.

 

[Sol Stazi]

Location: Red Team Base
Objective: Sunfell's Will
Allies: Galactic Alliance, Red Team: [member="Lyra Sunfell"] | [member="Kip Hollaran"] | [member="Katria Vekarr"] | [member="Dalton Kenway"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"] | [member="Prime"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Mirvak"] | [member="Akabane Jarvik"] | [member="Srina Talon"]
Enemies: Galactic Empire NPCs
Equipment: Light Armor, A320 Blaster Rifle, Marine Issue Heavy Blaster Pistol, Viborapier, Thermal Detonator Bandolier

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Swamps of Dagobah
3 Klicks From Red Team Base

"Quiet! Or you're gonna get us all killed!" Sol hissed into his squad's battlecomm frequency, glaring in the direction of an Alliance trooper who had disturbed too much bog water creeping ashore.

Unidentified vehicles was a bit of an understatement, Cap, he thought to himself as he laid eyes for the first time upon the repulsorlift tank gingerly maneuvering through difficult terrain that covered practically the entire surface of the planet. Twilight Company's First Squad had heard the Imperial light armor coming long before they had managed to navigate through the pathless swamps in its direction. Now that they were finally here, Lieutenant Stazi was somewhat at a loss for how to proceed. The Captain had stipulated only engage if fired upon, but he wasn't really in the mood to let these tanks take the first shot.

"Dusk Actual, this is Dusk One," he murmured into his helmet's comm unit, raising [member="Lyra Sunfell"] for further orders, "Got eyes on a patrol of Imperial Remnant light armor, possible force recon, requesting update to our ROE. Repeat, requesting permission to go weapons free."

The duros lieutenant and the rest of his squad were huddled together on an embankment under the cover of one of the swamp's few sparse trees and a mound of mossy stone. On the far side of the Imperial patrol Second Squad was in position under similar cover, waiting for Sol to call the play. The two squads had one SI-74 Anti Tank Rifle between them, but enough explosives altogether to make a small crater where there had once been boggy woods.

"Alright, prepare to move," he glanced around at his men, "Follow my lead."

"We don't have permisssion yet to engage," his platoon's Sluissi medic, Bones, whispered into the encrypted comm frequency.

"No, but if we can get close enough to mark them with transponders, we can fall back and call in artillery support once we do."

None of First Squad looked particularly enthused at the idea of sneaking up on hostile tanks, but to their credit none voiced further argument. And when Sol moved again, to another patch of dry land a a few meters closer to the nearest repulsortank's position, the others moved with him. The Remnant may have achieved the element of surprise, but they would soon find that fighting rebel commandos on a world like Dagobah was a losing strategy. Despite this sense of bravado, the duros officer nonetheless hoped his company's battle cry would prove prophetic in the tense moments to come.

Twilight survives.

 

[Tal Vizsla]

Location: En route to Alliance FOB
Allies: Mandalorian Empire, Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Galactic Empire


He settled in as the fighter rose off the hangar deck, and surged out into the infinite black just behind the Mand'alor's transport. It always gave him a thrill, leaving the safety of atmosphere behind for the vastness of space, nothing but a thin viewport barrier separating you from the void. His gaze shifted as he flew alongside the landing craft, HUD shifting with it to pick out the various ships that his scanners identified. He didn't need the HUD to notice the battle though; even a half-blind man could have seen the fireworks that crossed between the two fleets.

Unless he missed his guess, the Imperial fleet was heavily outnumbered and that gave him a nagging feeling of impending disaster. He hated being the side with greater numbers. It made you complacent. Made the grunts feel like they had less at stake. That someone else would pick up their slack. It was a difficult thing to counteract, and it was one advantage the Empire held in this fight. Unless this was just the vanguard and they had the main force waiting in the wings, they had no safety net to fall back on. Every soldier they brought would fight with every ounce of his very being, and enemy or not, he could respect that in a man. Or woman. He was a big believer in equal opportunity slaughter.

But that fight was not yet his to wage. Right now he had a transport to see safely to the ground.

[member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Malika Mantis"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Artemis Lux"] | [member="Kad Tor"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Daxton Bane]

Location: Dagobah, Dark Side Caverns
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

It was most fortunate that his armor was completely sealed and temperature controlled, between the chilly mud and slime filled waters to the dank moisture laiden air, one could easily catch a cold or whatever primitive diseases that lurked in the swamp. It was almost as if the planet was trying to suck the nourishments it could from its surface. Daxton was aware of the stories of wild cannibalistic creatures who made this swamp their home and the vast number of exotic and lethal creatures he wanted to obtain samples of for his own studies, perhaps once this little situation was over he could arrange for a return trip.

Either the red team got lost in the swamp or they were planning a defensive game, Daxton really could not decide which. With only the trio of of swamp frogs that decided to sit on top of helm for company, there was hardly anyone he could ask directly. The rest of team Blue were deployed in the area but the fog made line of sight hard to establish.

He was looking at another hour of staring at the motion sensor display when he felt a strong presence through the Force. This presence was wild, undisciplined, hallmark of the presence of a Dark Side user. Now he was aware that there were Dark side users among the CIS, but this one was one never enountered before. Something did not feel right, not one bit.

When he tried to reach base command, all he was picking up was static. Perhaps to the moisture heavy environment or electrostatic interference. Ping his team on thier short wave communications he said, “Did you all feel that? I am trying to reach Central to find out whats going on but I am hitting a wall of white noise. Can any of you reach command?”

Daxton waited to hear their responses before he went to investigate, after all it could be a false alert or just some one fiddling with their gear and screwed it up. Daxton wasn’t worried in the least, bit a quick check with Command would clear things up.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

GA Pals: [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Mirax Eygan"] Co. (Somebody let me know. Can't keep track yet)
[member="Drakar"]
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Tiland paused, hands still wrapped around his mug. The temperature seemed to drop and darkness loomed in the Force and an image of a man with no eyes, but quite a distinguished brow. Fear wrapped its tendrils around the old man, trying to plunge itself into his being. And Tiland let it. As the dark cloud of fear wrapped itself through his being, he accepted the experience. Emotions ran through him and he stiffened for a moment, but with a deep breath he let the emotions pass through him.

Such was the nature of the Jedi. Often, their detractors claimed that they were emotionless, cold, and calculating. That couldn't be farther from the truth. They had emotions and often more intense than their non-sensitive counterparts. But unlike their Dark brethren, Jedi were neither controlled nor powered by their emotions. No, they accepted them, embraced them, and then let them pass, as was healthy.

So too the fear passed as a wind upon the heath and the monk stood, staff clutched in hand. The Dark had revealed their hand with force, trying to lure them out. He frowned at the thought and stroked his beard before he headed off to disappear into the swamps.

Mud, branches, and vines clutched at him, yet he moved without leaving a trace, and hardly without being hindered. He only liked pretending to be old and decrepit. But no, Anzati were too long-lived even for a millenniaum to truly make him old and hindered.

He could sense Cedric and his team at the Dark Side nexus, which was a possibility. But they would need time to solidify the defenses within the complex. And well, he could buy the time they needed.

The man's presence burned with a dark flame and Tiland honed in on that, tracing his way through the jungle, following the path. He sent a message through the Force to Cedric. I shall join you shortly, but first we have a visitor that I must greet.

He could sense the man's presence now, some distance off, but close enough, and through the ripples on the ground, he could feel the machine that carried him. Tiland took a deep breath and wrapped both hands around his staff. He closed his eyes and gathered the Force around him, letting all of it flow through his spirit. It gathered about him and built into a crescendo that surged like a tsunami. Not a tsunami of the Dark, like his foe had released, but one of the Light. Within the Force it built and grew brighter with each passing moment.

At last it blossomed into a beacon rippling across the planet, intense as a supernova, and along with it, there was a message designated for this Dark master who was so bold.

I have foreseen your arrival and accept your challenge. Do you fear the Light too much to meet it?

And then he stood, hands wrapped around the staff, crafting an illusion in his mind, slowly and piece by piece.

 

[Kad Tor]

Location: Davobah Surface
Allies GA | [member="Artemis Lux"] | [member="Malika Mantis"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: Galactic Empire
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The Tal’Rekr boarded the dropship. Over the course of the civil war their numbers dwindled, but they still were strong. They were half in number, but not half in strength. Today they would prove that. Engines roared as every bump of the atmosphere was felt. The descent was quick and rough. There was no gentle ride to be had for Kad and his team. His hand gripped the rail which was theirs to hold as they made their was through each level of the sky. Even as the ship hovered over the dank marsh, Kad did not let go.

He turned to his commandos and nodded. With a loud yell he leaped from the ship. Strider has always been the first off, and Kad would continue in that tradition. His boots would be the first on the ground and the last to leave if. This was not the time for Artemis to protest, nor would she. He expected her boots to land next to him in a matter of seconds, and his suspicion was not disappointed.

She told the group to stay low. Kad smirked under his visor. They shared a private comm channel, but Kad would only use it when needed.

Kad carried enough ordinance with him that his boots seemed to sink lower than the rest. He was wishing that some of it had been left behind, but his moniker of P for Plenty wouldn’t allow him to take any less than what he currently carried.

The sniper [member="Kal Ordo"] took position among the trees. He had been the one to shoot [member="Yasha Mantis"], nearly killing her. As long as Kal was shooting for them and not at them, Kad would be happy to fight alongside the man. Some thought he was crazy, but sometimes a crazy man was just what a team needed.

[ “Move between cover. Be ready to engage the enemy when they arrive. Take no prisoners and leave nothing for Galactic Alliance to loot. Today we save their shebs for the price we decide.” ]

Kad looked to his team.

[ “Move out!” ]