Train Kept A-Rollin' (Galactic Alliance Dominion of Vandelhelm)

[Coren Starchaser]

The Galactic Alliance was finally getting their stride. Showing the galaxy that they were a forced to be reckoned with, fighting the Final Order from Javin, preventing them from taking Sullust and also taking the time to throw a fight towards the One Sith, and causing a various amount of damage to the big dogs in the galaxy, they were gaining speed. With deals in the Sluis Van System and the Sullust System kept under their control, the budding government and galactic movement was showing it had the power, the skills, the people and most importantly, the drive, to take the galaxy and fix the issues inherent in the system.

Turning their eyes coreward, the Alliance had received a distress call from the neighboring world of Vandelhelm. A world along the Rimma Trade Route and formerly within the control of the Omega Protectorate, with the power vacuum created by the Protectorate, the Final Order had made moves on the world. With their last ditch effort at Sullust taking place, there were still splinters of the former organization in the local space, and it was up to the Alliance to clean the board of them, and prepare to take the fight to the next stage.

The Galactic Alliance fleet was mobilized with the details that the Final Order was in orbit and had landed troops on the ground. Reports were coming in of red lightsabers and being of immense power causing destruction. They were clearly after the manufacturing prospects the world and local Cloud could provide. Word was coming in to the Chief of State that the Supervisors of the Metalsmiths Guild were the ones in charge of the world and were under siege by Sith members of the Final Order.

But that was all going to change. The GADF Fleet, centered around the ANS Hope and backed up by several capital ships, most second hand, others newer, coming off the lines from a variety of backers, had arrived and began deploying fighters and landing craft.

Among these craft was the ShortFin, Coren Starchaser’s strike gunship. And the vessel was leading the charge of the landing craft, following quickly in the wake of the Alliance fighters.

The call came out over the comlinks. “This is Supreme Commander Nemo Ven of the Galactic Alliance Defense Force. Final Order vessels are requested to power down their weapons, engines and prepare for Alliance control. Those who fail to do so will be met with greeted with extreme predjudice.”

And that was when the lasers began flying from the enemy fleet.

Turning to local coms, the aging Mon Calamari gave the order. “Weapons free, Alliance Forces. Make us a hole.”


On his ship, in the middle of the shuttles, Coren grinned and grabbed the control yolk of the gunship. Weapons were warming up.


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Objective:
Post:
Allies:


Objectives:

A – Fleet – Work with the GADF Fleet to secure the local space around the world of Vandelhelm. Work with Omega Pyre FLEETCOM to prevent ships from entering the system.

B – Ground – Final Order Special Forces teams have slipped through the FLEETCOM defenses onto Vandelhelm and are fighting local law enforcement in strike and fade tactics. Deal with them. Additionally, Sith are making moves on the Capital. See that they don’t succeed.

C – Diplomacy – There are members of the leading party of the planet who have made their way to safety, and away from the capital. Meet with these beings to secure a peaceful move of the power from the vacuum of the Protectorate and ensure they will assist the Alliance.

D – BYOO – Bring Your Own Objective

 

[Chevu Visz]

Objective: B, Ground
Location: Exiting dropships
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Nikola Ticon"]
Post: 1/20

Chevu absently ran her fingers along the pommel of her saber hilt, a nervous habit. She, [member="Coren Starchaser"] and her apprentice [member="Nikola Ticon"] were on going dirtside on Vandelhelm to fight the Sith. It was only Ticon's second mission, and she couldn't help but worry if he was ready or not. She blamed herself of course. Between fighting the Final Order as well as the Sith, Jedi training came in quick, short bursts, and often the apprentice was left on his own to practice by himself. Hopefully today, she would get a chance to pay him her full attention. Swiveling her head to her apprentice, the Jedi Marshall studied the dark-haired human with deep brown eyes.

"How you doing there, Ticon?"

She didn't have to ask the same of Commander Coren Starchaser, now her Master, who landed his gunship next to her shuttle. Through the viewport she caught a glance at the fringe forcer's steel blue eyes, currently fixed to some faraway place where tactics were being meticulously planned and dissected, and they held the same unwavering determination she had grown to admire. Chevu would also get to learn from Coren today, to see him in action beyond training sims. Starchaser already taught her how to absorb energy and direct it to an outside source. It was time to see what other tricks he had up his sleeve.

 

[Matsu Ike]

Objective: Ground
Post: 1/20
Allies:

Matsu clasped her hands behind her back, she wasn't one for speeches and well she wasn't in command. She just had some skills and abilities that could help out while her team of healers and medics were ready. Starting with the groups and training they had while she was letting some of her force energies go out. "Be careful and remember your training, this will be a combat zone." She had them able to work and be safe, they could set up some of the work they had for medical tents and resources if they got injured. Her hand going to the chakram saber on her hip with the z shape as well as the twin blades she had. The form fitted robes from Ulic that had been given to her stretching a little with her utility belt and holster with a stunner.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Ground
Post: 2/20
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Matsu Ike"]

The Omega Protectorate’s FLEETCOM was still in place… sort of. Some of the Pyre men and women were manning the guns, but there was enough of a vacuum going on in the local space, with the power shift in the Protectorate to the Pyre that things were a little disjointed. He shook his head, how this was able to happen here, he wasn’t sure, but it seemed that they weren’t dealing with the run of the mill Final Order members. Special Forces and dark side Force users had infiltrated the planet, and that meant they had some crazy technology to worry on.

The ShortFin was using its stealth technology to minimize its cross section on local radars and he was leading in some of the other shuttles. When Final Order fihgters arrived, Coren knew it was time to do a little bit of a diversion. Rolling the fighter, using its attitude jets, and pulling an aileron roll crossed with a canopy roll, he opened the missile pods and fired two seeking-scatter missiles into the fray before activating the SLAM jets.

Entering atmosphere like that was rough, but he needed to get there. Pulling the gunship-shuttle in for a landing, near the dropship that was carrying his apprentice, the pilot nodded. The boarding ramp was opened and the compliment of Special Forces members and non-denomination Force users were sent out. He grabbed his light repeater and lightsaber, light weight armor ready to give him minor protection and stepped foot on Vandelhelm.

Now, the battle could start.

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

Objective: A, secure local space
Location: The approaching Galactic Alliance Defence Fleet
Allies:
Post: 1/20

<“Weapons Free, Alliance Forces. Make us a hole.”> The voice of the Mon Calamari Supreme Commander sounded through the communication units of the X-Wing cockpits. Chirpy at best, but damn was it an inspiration to hear.

<“You heard the man.”> This time the voice of Red Leader, Dex’s squadron came through the channel and by the Force it was no less inspiring as the previous message. Dex gave out a smile as he switched his X-Wing into manual control and allowed himself to fall behind the form of Red Four. <“Sound in Red Squadron.”>

<“Red Two standing by.”>
<“Red Three ready.”>
<“Red Four here.”>
“Red Five standing by—” Dex answered as he checked over the systems, the large orb of Vandelhelm creating a vista backdrop to which the Galactic Alliance would push hard against another of the Final Order’s assaults. “—and I see a Star Destroyer.”
<“Cut the chatter Red Five.”> Red Leader shifted his X-Wing into position at the head of the fighter wedge that had so far roared well ahead of the capitol ships. <“Watch yourselves! Fighters coming in!”>
“Got it Red Leader.” Dex snapped back as squadrons of TIE fighters erupted from the Star Destroyer’s launch bay and formed up between it and the Alliance attack. “Hey, why can’t they just accept we’ve won already?” The Alliance pilot dodged incoming fire from the Star Destroyer. It was more an irritant than accurate thread at this range, but that was changing by the moment as Red Flight rapidly closed their distance to the target.

<“Red Squadron. You know your targets. Go now.”> Red Leader ordered.

The entire squadron surged forward. The Star Destroyer was something they could deal with, several Alliance carriers already in distant range, but the TIE fighters had to go first, that was Red Squadrons job. Only problem was the TIE’s were closing the gap, far too quickly.

<“Hey, Five, it’s your favourites.”> Red Seven laughed.

“Great. Interceptors.” Dex replied with a sigh, in all his time in the simulators interceptors had become his Achilles heal, their speed and monuverability paying off against his flying style. “Guess that extra simulation work will have come in handy then.”

 

[Elphaba nic Arose]

Objective: Ground
Post: 2/20
Allies:

The Alliance was here and as she moved with the shield on one arm and the vibrosword they were going against the First Order. Darksider she really hadn't encountered them before while rushing off the drop ship with her hand gripping the swords hilt. Withdrawing it and holding the sword low pointed twards the gound as she motioned with her head. "What is that?" She said it to herself and was moving with the blade at the ready, one of the men in black robes moved into a building and She gave chase after him turning on a locator as the sounds of her heart pumping in her chest came to her ears. Silencing out the battle and attackers with tunnel vision as the silver blade gleamed in the dark halls.

 

[Liliane]

Location: Atmosphere of Vandelhelm
Objective: Bring da freedom [ Objective D ]
Allies: The Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Enemies of the Galactic Alliance
Post: [ 01/20 ]

The Covenant was once a fantastic group of people, until she left the remaining world and then came back to find that it didn't exist anymore. Well, the good thing was, people of the Covenant had moved to a new faction which sounded equally awesome. And that made her feel amazing because she didn't have to fight in this galaxy alone anymore.

Even though the girl was now thinking about whether she wanted to join the Sith or get rid of her Force powers, she decided to go to this Dominion and do something awesome again, just to feel the greatness she had felt during her time in the Covenant.

And it was destined to come off as an amazing thing.

She sat in her ship and waited as the ship was about to land on the planet. And even though she'd never been to that planet before, she did assume it would be a great adventure.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Objective: C Diplomacy
Post: 1/ 20
Allies: The Galactic Alliance

Vandelhelm.

This was a former Protectorate AAA world. For a moment, standing outside the ship and peering down at the planet gave Aeron a level of reminiscence. They were working towards gathering the worlds around Sullust into the Galactic Alliance fold. Aeron was here as she was a familiar face. The Pyre uniform a familiar sight. Any way they could help bring Vandelhelm into the Galactic Alliance and ensure they maintained their sovereignty much like they had in former Protectorate space.

She was here with Galactic Alliance diplomatic envoy, and Aeron would serve as a two part service for this. Not only as an additional support for diplomacy, but for security as well.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Objective : C [with a side of Objective D mixed in]
Post : 1/20
Allies : Galactic Alliance , [member="Aeron Kreelan"]


Stretching, Judah yawned slightly. The vessel had landed on Vandelhelm, one of the newest objectives brought forth by the Galactic Alliance. He had never been to the planet that he recall. Doing a bit of research he found the planet had quite a few companies. The businessman in him knew this was a great potential....if so many had set up shop here there was a reason.


First would be diplomacy.


Judah never found himself a diplomat, a representative. If one thought about it, owning one's own company was similar, preparing him for this role today. He often had to sweeten deals, convince skeptical CEOs, and be aggressive when need be. Part of him suspected that he would have to do the same today.


A young woman was with the diplomatic envoy. From what he knew about her, she was former Protectorate. The perfect person to come along. Distantly he could hear some explosions, blaster fire. Most of the important players in the government of Vandelhelm had been moved to this secure location.


"Miss Kreelan? Anything we should know before meeting with their government representatives? Cultural nuances I should know?"

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Objective: C Diplomacy
Post: 1/ 20
Allies: The Galactic Alliance [member="Judah Dashiell"]


Aeron would twist her neck towards the brixing idiot who would call her 'Miss'. She wasn't a 'Miss.' The Icarii practically began to shift uncomfortably in her Pyre PMC uniform, her leather jacket giving a slight creak as she shifted on her feet. Hell, am I breaking off in hives already?

A grimace drew across her face, the intricate geometrical blue designs tattooed across her neck flexing under the light. Her attention would draw to the culprit involved. A mop of brown hair, blue eyes, and a rather easygoing manner. Her eyes narrowed. Well she couldn't quite just yell at him to quit it with the Miss, now could she. Something about Public Relations.

Instead her lips would purse and she gave a sigh. "Vandelhelm was formally one of the Protectorate's former triple Auresh worlds - heavily defended an a point of deployment. They are already naturally protected by the Vandelhelm Cloud, and relations were good in terms of how they were left to themselves."

A gesture would point out to the planet. They would leave in a shuttle shortly. "I've called ahead, had old contacts garner up an audience at a safe zone. The Alliance will be providing cover while we go down there and negotiate what we can do for each other."

A glance would sweep across the man, as if appraising his worth.

"You got a name and a rank?'

See, Aeron wasn't the most up to date on rich CEO's of the 'Verse.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Objective: B, Ground
Location: Exiting dropships
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Post: 1/20

Ana stuck out like a sore thumb in her pink armor amongst those in black and more muted colors. Many of the Jedi wore robes she had come to find but that had never been her. She had been raised by a Mandalorian and as such always felt more comfortable in her armor. He had helped her craft it but now Az was missing and even she didn't know what had happened. She liked to believe that he went to live away from all this chaos in peace with his partner. Ana thought many of times about doing the exact same thing. They both had really and every few months they would whisk away to their little cabin in the woods.

Orick was her rock and without him Ana would be lost. He was her other half, the better half which kept her grounded. He gave her a reason to fight, a purpose to all of this. She fought for a better future for the galaxy, for them and any children they may have. Ana wished that he could have been here at her side but as it was he was on a mission of his own. In addition to owning his own business Orick still liked to smuggle and put away extra money for their future.

Sighing Ana placed the helmet over her head as she stepped on to the planet. She didn't know many of the soldiers whom surrounded her but it didn't matter. They had all come here with a similar goal in mind. It was nice however to see a friendly face in Coren. They were at it again fighting the Sith off planets but this time with more guns.

 

[Nikola Ticon]

Location: Exiting dropships
Objective: B (Ground)
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Matsu Ike"]
(1/20)

Contrary to what his master seemed to believe, Nikola was perfectly content with being left on his own to both train and study the Jedi arts. It gave him more time to do things his own way, which most often constituted going about the same exercises with a personal touch that most would consider rather improper at worst, and unorthodox at best. But it got the job done, and at the end of the day that was all that really mattered. That will to simply achieve made him not only a dangerous enemy, but sometimes a danger to himself when he didn't realize when it was time to back down and let fate take hold instead. It gave Chevu something to work with, at least, even if that something was very rough around the edges.

"I'm fine." His voice was distracted, it never more evident than in that moment that his mind was somewhere else entirely. In the back of his mind lingered thoughts of his sister, the two having reconvened recently, catching up at least somewhat on each other's lives for what was the first time in years. Sure, it was through a commlink, but at the very least he had gotten to see and hear her again, even if the image was blue-white and the sound distorted at times. He had made sure she was okay, safe and had somewhere to rest her head, the three cardinal things that really mattered when it came to two tumultuous Corellians that liked to call themselves Jedi when the label suited them and their needs.

The moment the dropship touched down he was on his feet, azure eyes seeming to focus in more on the moment now that they had finally arrived. Drawing in a breath he exhaled it in a sigh, running his fingertips near-absentmindedly across the hilt of his blade. Focus. His brow knotted slightly, expression soon smoothing itself over into neutrality, the muscles of his jaw working, tendons flexing beneath tattooed skin as he stood rooted in thought for a long few moments. Now he had a bit more to fight for than galactic freedom, which was quite the astounding and nearly impossible cause by itself. Now he had a family behind him as well, even if it really only was one other person. "Let's go, already."

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Objective:A
Post:1/20
Allies:The Galactic Alliance [member="Dex Bastion"]

Having grown tired of the brutal heat and toxic atmosphere of Sullust for the time being, Kurayami was more than happy to jump into his B-wing and follow along towards Vandelhelm. Granted he had never been here before that he could recall, so he figured that this time he would be most useful in space providing support wherever it was needed. At the moment he was trailing behind Red Squadron by a decent bit, bringing himself into trail on the six o'clock of Red Leader slightly further back than the outer edges of the wedge formation. He remained at the same altitude as they were and kept his speed constant so as not to overtake or fall back. He heard the radio calls as they began to accelerate to attack speed.

Still he kept the S-foils closed and kept his speed as it had been before while he powered up the weapons and flipped the switch to arm the proton torpedoes. Though most would not recognize him in his flight gear it wasn't exactly odd for him to be wearing it. When he had been wandering after his time on Corellia, he had more often than not worn the old flight suit. It was clear that it had seen its fair share of use, but it was well kept and offered decent protection and the helmet was linked to the instrument panel, providing all necessary tactical data on a HUD. Once his weapons were at full charge he extended the S-foils into attack position and pulled into a sharp climb.

This placed him well above Red Squadron and even further above the TIE fighters that had launched. Quite a nice wave of interceptors, far as he was concerned though they were no more than flying coffins. Kurayami diverted his shields full forward to prepare for a high speed slash through the enemy fighters. It was a maneuver that many saw as suicidal in a B-Wing and for many pilots it had been. He had practiced this many times in simulators and even done it a few times in combat, much to the chagrin of his former CO.

"Red Squadron, this is Kurayami Bloodborn. I am in high lag pursuit of your squadron, altitude offset Angels 2 with 250 meter separation from Red Leader in pursuit. I will be accelerating to attack speed an performing a slash to break the enemy's focus. See you on the other side."

He firewalled the throttle nosing down slowly so that by the time he was positioned for the slash he would be clear of any fighters from Red Squadron. His weapons had been dialed in to converge at 100 meters out, it gave him a bit more time to fire on target and make corrections if necessary.Granted it wasn't much but combined with the gyro system it could be a massive advantage. During the slash he rotated the main wing around the cockpit as he fired, filling the space around him with ion and blaster fire. Once he finished the slash he banked hard right and swung around taking out a couple of pilots who had separated from the rest and corralling other stragglers back towards the quickly intensifying furball. He maintained a constant stream of fire as he closed from the four o'clock position behind and underneath the TIE squadron. There were more than a few near misses and some fly-by's that were a little close for comfort, but he managed to remove a few enemy pilots from the mix for now.

 

[Matsu Ike]

Objective: Exiting Dropships
Post: 3/20
Allies: [member="Nikola Ticon"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

There were more there, her attention moving as Matsu followed with her eyes towards the soldiers coming ut and the jedi or ones with her and the forces. Matsu wasn't above it now and walked down calmly looking towards where the sith were and she took up towards the air as she picked out several ones in the area she could engage. Letting the force guide her as slowly it seemed like a secondary image was going across her vision and she moved to engage one of them with her hand crackling in pink electric judgement. She could make this happen easily but wanted to get an idea of what they were dealing with as she moved forwards touching on the ground and shocking one sith like a tazer.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Jacen Voidstalker had not seen [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] since aiding her on her quest to build her own lightsaber. Since that time the Covenant had mostly disbanded. They'd come back together under the banner of the Alliance. They'd started small, a rag tag fleet and a handful of errant Jedi. Every day they grew stronger, even if the Final Order had nearly won the war with a surgical strike on Sullust.

A lot had happened for Jacen in the intervening time. He'd started to take more of an authoritative role in the fight, rather than following in the footsteps of others. He barely even needed to go through any breather exercises to settle his mind any more, his control that much better since his dabble with the Dark side and subsequent tutelage under [member="Adele Adonai"].

“Does something trouble you Lilin?” he asked. Jacen had been immersed in the Force to leave himself open for any warnings of danger in the immediate future. Instead as the Force passed through the young Knight, it left eddies in its wake. She was the newest member of the Hounds and was as young as he would permit to work with them. On the other hand, he'd heard on the grapevine she'd been a part of several resistance movements as the One Sith expanded their domain. He double checked his gear as he spoke to her, they would be landing soon.

 

[Veino Garn]

Objective: Ground
Allies: [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Nikola Ticon"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

Veino sat in one of the dropships, helmet in his lap, and attitude conveying calm. It was old habit he picked up from the Republic battles. Their military and Jedi were far more separate than at the Alliance even though they fought Sith more frequently. The ordinary troops often held a more fearful view of the Sith and almost a reverent view of the Jedi. That made things rather difficult to work with when people expected him to save them all from any Sith they encountered. That was less of an issue here now though.

He had some familiar faces here now. Coren, Anastasia, and Chevu he'd all met before. He had not yet met Nikola or Matsu. Once they were on the ground, that should all be taken care of. He placed his helmet back on as the ship landed on the ground and strode from the dropship, bolter slung over his shoulder for when it would be necessary. All his standard gear was with him as well.

The intel reports were interesting. Special Forces and powerful Dark Side users. This would be interesting and much more of a guerilla style war. He'd have to adapt some of his tactics and techniques to work better. Time to start setting traps and laying ambushes of their own. It would take some time to organize that though.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

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Objective: Speak with [member="Audrey Starchaser"]
Post: 1/20
Location: OPS Leviathan

When the Protectorate ceded defense duties back to the governments that had relied upon it, Sarge had known that not all worlds would be suitably prepared to defend themselves. They had to reallocate more budget space to make up for what the Protectorate had covered. They had to reestablish lines of command with their governments that didn't rely upon outside support.

But most importantly, they had to figure out and come to terms with the fact they were alone. Some worlds had easier transitions than others. But Sarge had always felt confident that the term 'collapse' would only be used with regards to the withdrawal only by the most aggressive of revisionist historians. Sure, it was a sudden retraction of territory, but everyone had lost swaths of it following the Rapture.

Some, like the Protectorate, had seen the writing on the wall and opted to go back to their roots. Which was how the massive Leviathan had been brought to orbit over Vandelhelm. While it was possessed with a staggering armament including eight frigates nestled in its belly, the ship was primarily a ground invasion support vessel. Dropships, bombers, fighters, armories upon armories.

That was the nature of this vessel. Even here, on the dimly lit bridge, hands clasped behind his back, Sarge couldn't help but marvel at what the Pyre had accomplished when it had been in its prime. A staggering military industrial complex, producing the most advanced ships in the galaxy - for the time, anyway. It swelled his breast with pride. But even as the bridge sought to make sense of the situation below, his attention was focused on a a dropship that had just landed in one of the ventral hangars.

He'd caught wind that a young woman was looking for a Master, and while he was not a teacher in the usual sense, he was willing to make the attempt. Finally. He had the time, and he was certainly not getting any younger. Wisdom not passed on was wasted opportunity.

Which is why the massively armored man in the orange-visored helmet had called her here. To talk. To see if she would be willing to learn from him.

 

[Elphaba nic Arose]

Objective: Ground
Post: 4/20
Allies:

She ran and then kept running as she was moving up the stairs letting some of the energy slip out while she brought the shield up blocking a strike from the sword. The double blade in the siths hands gleaming while he was moving back in the hallway with the restricted movement. The twin sided blade unable to properly move around while she brought her blade up and slashed at him slashing through the robe while she moved her arm back pushing him down the hallway. There was the sound of the other alliance troopers coming before she was letting them work on some of the thiungs they were taking in while the sith went back to running down the hallway.

 

[Jsc]

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Leviathans p1

Roberts peered out from the canopy of her drop vessel and towards the massive ship beyond. It had been awhile since she'd seen her. Leviathan. Such a big girl. Memories of when the Pyre burned a swath through the galaxy and held their own with real teeth. It could almost make you feel something. She nodded to times past and gave her pilot a firm squeeze of his shoulder. Chip nodded and turned on the controls. He knew it was almost time.

Blue turned about and returned to cabin of the vessel. Unflinching in her stride as the vessel shook from side to side. She was greeted by the awaiting helmets of First Squad. Six of RnR's finest Adept Operators. She passed by their awaiting helms and activated the holodisplay. Letting it fill the tight cabin and reflect easily off their painted armors.

"Enemy Adepts have been sighted inside the limits of the capital city. We've been contracted to land at this LZ and move up to the Medical Academy. Right here. We are to provide fire support to the GA assets engaged in combat against FO Adepts as needed within the city limits. Second Squad and Third Squad will do the same. We work together to hit the enemy wizards where they are strongest. Out number, out flank, and out match them. No prisoners. ...Any questions?"

There were none. This wasn't their first rodeo. In less than three minutes the RnR specialists would touch down planetside at the VA Medical Academy in the capital. Doing the dirty jobs that only Tier One contractors get paid to do. Eating space wizards for breakfast.

Three drop vessels soared into the skies above the city. Leaving white streaks of flame darted against the sky. The Force would be with them. Always.

 

[Saff]

Objective: B - the ground
Post:1/20
Allies : whoever wants to join little old me

Ebony found the world interesting, it was an interesting display of clashing cultures, the power vacuum left by the protectorate had allowed many groups to enter the planet and begin to dominate certain local cultures. A sort of cultural osmosis if you would. Ebony herself was none of these cultures to say the least, she walked past conservatively dressed men and women, and there was her, walking around in a skin tight leather catsuit with a harness rigged to her, which didn't cover her chest so she could leave the front zip pulled down to expose some of her ample cleavage. Her lightsaber hung from her hips from one of the many belts coming from her harness, all the while the girl knew that she was being watched, not just by the people, but there was a higher set of powers watching over her, and she knew all too well the malice that a sith led shock team held.
SO while she walked and pretended to be fascinated by the culture, Ebony found herself walking past the large round topped but tall buildings where she felt the presence coming from, and as she approached, that's when she heard the first explosion go off.
Instinct kicked in for the raven haired beauty as she lunged towards the source of the explosion, and was just in time so see a large building falling sideways, the screams of innocent bystanders echoing out to Ebony as she rushed in, bending the force to her will as she slid to the ground, dropping to one knee and throwing her arms forth. The force flowing through her like she were it's conduit as her darker jedi arts sent a wall of static electricity between the ground and the crumbling building. The friction created by the large collapsing building and the ground was perfect for her method of halting the fall. So she sighed as she reached the site in time. "hurry up and get the people out of there" Ebony called out to a completely dumbfounded law enforcement officer, but he wasted no time in moving to the debris, to get the family stuck inside out and again with a huge sigh from ebony, the building dropped.
"This is gonna be a long day" Ebony moaned aloud as she got back to her feet, threw a mock salute to the officer, and walked back to the source of the malice, knowing that the tall what seemed like office building was where this one particular sith strike team was.