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

[Jsc]

B
Ebony & Darker Colors p2
w [member="Ebony Blackheart"]

The GA Captain looked up as the new kids entered the room. The blue haze of the holomap reflecting off his grimacing face. He seemed in a perfectly pleasant mood. Sort of,

"You the contractors? Good. I've got FO wizards crawling up my backside. Here's the shimmy."

Karen and First Squad gathered around the table for the briefing. Radio marked targets here, here, and here. Plenty of FO Adepts to go around. Karen moved an armored glove over the holoprojection,

"We'll deploy our squads here and here. Then move up and clear the rest as we go. How's your fire support Captain?"

"We've got you and the local birds on stand by. Twelve minutes for drops. Nothing more specific. And my boys have the priority."

"Understood. We're deploying now. We'll be in touch."

"Good hunting."

"Same here."

She gave a nod to her people and they returned to their birds. They would do this the easy way.

___

...

The back door to the bird closed shut with a hiss as Karen peaked over her pilot's shoulder at the controls.

"What's the word Commander?"

"Busy day, so we're going to split it up a bit. Second and Third Squad will be taking the downtown area. We've got the businesses and towers to the north for now. How's our uplink?"

"Satellites still fuzzy but comms are good. Might want to try talking with the boys when we get within range."

"Okay. We'll go in blind and find those friendlies. Put us in here. We'll hoof it from there."

"You got it Boss."

Chip hit the engines and their bird started to fly. Time to get to fun part. As only minutes passed by, [member="Ebony Blackheart"] might be able to notice a dropship on approach to her sector. The GA was calling in the cavalry. Pew pew pew.

 

[Saff]

Objective : still B
Allies : the wonderful [member="Karen Roberts"]

Ebony heard the beep from her wrist mounted computer, her eye brows raised slightly, backup wasn't what she was expecting so early in the game, but she couldn't quite complain, not with such a concentration of sith hanging around the huge office complex.
She moved to the front of the office building, noticing the locked doors, she sighed at that, meant she had to do things the long way, so completely disregarding the either frightened, confused or simply dumbfounded looks of passers by, she flicked out one leg at a time, letting her magnetised heeled boots activate and then she simply began walking up the side of the building, along the stern concrete corner of it. While she walked, she started tapping away into her computer, whistling as she did, and just like that, she was inside the comms of [member="Karen Roberts"] dropship.

"I know you fancy contractor types don't take kindly to hacks, but i figured we'd chat while i walk up the side of a sky scraper" Ebony giggled lightly as she strolled vertically. "So who's in charge, and are you force orientated or not? Experience levels would be nice too" Ebony commented again with a giggle.

 

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B
EL p3
w [member="Ebony Blackheart"]

Chip raised a brow and looked back his support. Karen could only shrug. Some of First Squad started to chuckle though. Experience levels. That was cute.

Roberts touched the on board computer and lifted her faceplate to talk. None too amused,

"Okay. ...Hi there. And um... Just who am I speaking with exactly? Is there something I can help you with?"

Magnum just rolled his eyes.

The drop vessel continued on course and passed the skyscraper at a fell distance. Chip pulled them closer to the Military Line that had been established for city-side operations. This was still an occupied city of civilians after all. Even if everyone had reached the shelters, ferries, and other safe havens. Hiding from the assault did little to hide the fact that only hours ago, this whole city had been well lived in. Heck, even the police were still shuffling about the green zones. Doing there jobs and checking residences for a clean evacuation. This city was far, far from a warzone. Even with all the fires burning from the FO advance.

The drop ship came to rest just outside one of the GA troop movement area. Normal grunts practicing "containment" against hostile threats. Vehices and supplies. Shuffling soldiers and barking Lieutenants. Right on the edge of the FO advance. Roberts kept her com open to their "new friend" and exited the vessel with her mates. Chip just shook his head. After all. There was nothing textbook about Skyscraping-Hacker-type-Vigilantes during an operation. Somebody was messing with their mojo.

Karen stopped in the middle of the street to finish their little chat.

 

[Saff]

Objective : still B
Allies : the wonderful Karen Roberts
3/20

Ebony hooked a cable from her belt onto the side of the building, just under a window seal, she sighed calmly, 'more people underestimating me' ​Ebony growled to herself, she hated being looked down on for her different style of doing things. SO she crouched down after checking how far she was going to fall if the wind decided the throw a gale at her. Only fifty meters now, not at all disheartening.

"My name's Ebony Blackheart, pleasure to make your acquaintance... I'm with the GA on this lovely mission and noticed a group of apparently rather skilled guys coming in, so i was wondering if you'd be interested in hitting some sith hotspots with me" Ebony commented, her giggle coming out as she adopted a cross legged seating position, facing the beautiful sky. ​"By the way, you guys have ridiculously simple comms to get into... sorry i'm a bit of a savant in this stuff" Ebony prattled on, and then she caught herself on her words.

"Oh right, yes yes yes, we're in a combat zone, shouldn't be talking so much. Anyway, i'm currently sitting on the side of a high rise, about to breach on a group of sith, and i'm guessing there'll be a firefight, and one against fifty isn't the best set of odds i've gone against" Ebony again stated before catching herself once more, hearing the audible sigh from [member="Karen Roberts"]

 

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B
Phone Calls p4
w [member="Ebony Blackheart"]

First Squad moved down the street to talk with the GA containment squads. Roberts strolled along the empty boulevard with a puzzling phone conversation in tow. Ebony Blackheart. Fascinating,

"I'll... Remember to shift our com encryption codes into the Echani Hex Alphabet next time. But um... And pardon me for asking, but could you relay your coordinates to me digitally over the GA Battle Net. I'm sure you'll find it easy enough to hack into at this point. Even if it's off-grid."

Something about that comment chided Roberts. Ugh. She detested hackers. Always children they were. So young, so bright, and so very very deviant. It was a bad mix of explosives if you asked her.

"Ah. Also? ...If you could get a head count on how many FO Force Adepts are amongst your group? I'd appreciate it. Fourty is a good number for soldiers but I need to know how many mages they have. Not jerry troopers."

She looked up as First Squad gave her the thumbs up. They ran back past her towards the dropship waving a new datapad in their hands. Ah. Good. Looks like they had an objective after all.

"Anyway. Nice chatting with you. I suppose I'll be seeing you shortly. Ta ta dear. And good hunting."

Karen turned her com off and trotted after her troopers. I guess they had a real target to assault after all.

___

...

Back on their bird and high in the air, Chip nodded towards the canopy.

"Yep. Our mysterious friend was right. A group of FO has been running hit-n-run attacks all across this harbor area. Using the river as a fade point. The police have had zero effect and they've reported flying cars being used as missiles. "Thrown" cars. Was their exact words."

"Well. That confirms that here are Sith playboys amongst the group. Anything else?"

"Intel pegs our boys as sappers. The GA suspect they're here to gain access to the Metro and run big damage against military targets underground. That's about it."

"So? Skyscraper? How does that fit in?"

"Skyscraper with a fancy basement probably. I doubt that just sniping into a civilian zone is their real target."

"What about collateral damage? Could they bring down the building?"

"Sure. But this area is evacuated and harbors no solid VIPs. It would be a waste of good C4 in my mind."

"Mm. You never know. Get us up there Commander. We'll sort it out."

"Aye aye Blue. Eyes on the building now. Have a look see for yourself."

Karen leaned over her pilot and peered out the dropship's HUD. Sure enough. There was [member="Ebony Blackheart"] . Ready to make a mess and dressed to kill. Roberts gave the strange warrior a smirk and tapped Chip on the shoulder.

"Okay. Fire up the forward cannons. If she wants back up? We'll give her back up. Boomstyle."

"Yes ma'am. ...Ah. And here's were the fun begins."

...

The dropship closed in on the tall structure at an incredible pace. Spinning up it's rotary cannons and smiling. Time to clear the floor. Ladies first.

 

[Saff]

Objective : still B
Allies : the wonderful Karen Roberts
4/20 (hehehe)
Ebony knew her new acquaintance wasn't too fond of her, she sounded nice, and that's how she knew, nice people don't exist in their line of work, at least not on the first greeting. Sure enough hough, she found her help was not too far off when she closed the comm link. Seeing the bird appear, she gulped, unhinged her cable and rolled down the side of the building until she caught a ledge and used it to propel her heeled boots through the window, landing in a ducking role into the office floor, about twelve story's below where she had tagged the sith.
She now had a new problem however, as she stopped dead in her tracks arms outstretched, crouched down on one knee, her raven black hair hanging out to the floor. The angry looking sith in front of her, was simply enough to say, not a happy man. He was a true blooded sith, scars running along his face and his horns protruding from atop his skill, intricate black patterns covering his face as his anger was mixed in with shock. While the ten other troopers around him probably thought the same thing as the floors above rocked under the fire of the dropship.
"Hello again friends" Ebony muttered into her ear piece as her wrist dropped and she instantly tapped back into the comms, switching the dropship's comm link online. "I have somewhat of a dilemma in that i have a bunch of angry sithies staring at me, so i do believe, that they aren't just a group of forty, more like four hundred" she giggled nervously into the comms. Then her link dropped as the sith moved, his hand outstretched as he propelled his saber into his hand, Ebony was faster however as her standard issue D-3 Blaster pistol with it's slight propulsion mods for quick drawing came into hand, she nick named her modified tool "the quickdraw" for just such occasions as the bolt went straight through the sith's skull, and as soon as she shot, three other black cloaked men and one black cloaked woman all dropped their hoods to reveal their zabrak heritage and draw their various sabers.
A shot whizzed past her head also, forcing the girl to lunge back behind a desk as she hurled a thermal detonator in her retreat, blowing the floor out underneath the sith. This was not a fight she could win, she realised this as about thirty separate guns unloaded upon her metal desk. Paper and cardboard erupting around her as she covered her ears and yelped at the close fire.
"Boots on the ground would be very nice!" Ebony stated as she rolled to the side to avoid the blast of another thermal charge hurled by a trooper. These guys weren't average grunts, these guys were spec ops at the least, their gear was something else entire. Many donned black sets of armour, she was most likely up against the entire Final Order black ops unit here.

 

[Raijin Arashi]

Objective: BYOO - Hands on Training for Miss [member='Ebony Blackheart'] (On the Ground)
Post: 1/20
Allies: [member='Karen Roberts[/COLOR][FONT='Helvetica Neue']'], Ebony[/FONT]

Raijin felt like he'd come late to the party, here. Of course, that was partially because he'd spent the last five minutes setting fire to a stolen Sith airspeeder in order to do his next stupid and inadvisable trick. The result was basically a big, armored, Shard flying a wreck into a crowd of angry-looking people with lightsabers. He leapt away as the remains of the vehicle began to fall, landing on a bit of clear ground. And, apparently Ebony had already made the trip. Awesome.

"Well, hello. Hope the boots you wanted on the ground were mine."

And then he laughed maniacally as a bolt of lightning streaked from his hand into a nearby trooper. Convincing the Alliance he wasn't a dangerous guy? Naaaaaah.

 

[Saff]

Objective B
Allies : [member="Darth Raijin"] [member="Karen Roberts"]

Ebony instinctively felt her palm on her forehead and giggled up at the giant shard, "morning master, can't say I expected you of all people, but I don't think I'll complain" she giggled again as her hand went to her light sabre and her other put away her pistol and retrieved her second saber from her harness in a small compartment, the two blades ignited, one crimson red and the other a brilliant emerald green, the green saber however was ever so shorter than the red, by only about 3 inches.
"Ready to get to work like old times?" She giggled as she too got to her feet, the soldiers looking on dumbfounded.

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

Objective: A, secure local space
Location: Fast Approaching the Star Destroyer
Allies: [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
Post 2/20

Irritation flooded through Dex as bright green laser fire lanced through the X-Wings formation, the Interceptors finally coming into range.
<“Red Squadron split and engage. Red Two, Four and Five with me. Red Three and Six through, you know what to do!”> Red Leader commanded as he flipped his X-Wing up and around engaging the fighters as the second group punched straight through and headed through to attack the Star Destroyer that was starting to shift its position in order to engage the incoming fleet.

“You know what—“ Dex strained through the open channel as he fired a series of quick bursts from the four wingtip lasers of the X-Wing. “—Those extra simulator hours better pay off, or this isn’t going to end well.” Dex and the rest of the flight broke off from formation and chose their targets. The shape of the battle changing from a fleet engagement to dogfights between individual pilots.

Red Four and Dex attempted to take down a pair of interceptors that had started to engage the rear of Red Leader. The attack was enough to cause them to break off their pursuit and circle back around. Dex knew that the X-wing couldn’t beat the interceptor on speed or manoeuvrability, but in firepower Dex had the advantage. Pulling the trigger Dex managed to send laser fire tracing behind his target as the interceptor managed to make the attempt to score a hit futile.

<“Red Five stop playing around and hit him!.”> Red Four shouted through the communication channels.
“If it is so easy you hit him then!”

 

[Chevu Visz]

Objective: B, Ground
Location: Exiting dropships
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Nikola Ticon"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Veino Garn"]
Post: 2/20

A company of Jedi and troops had joined Chevu, experienced warriors such as Jedi Masters [member="Anastasia Rade"], noticeably pink in dress, and [member="Veino Garn"]. The Knight gave them all a tight-lipped smile as they prepared to scour Vandelhelm for the enemy. Today Chevu was clad in rough-hewn Jedi robes with a simple blaster and Master Oomomo's lightsaber on her gear belt. The Mirialan Jedi Marshall found the heavy armor that she'd used in Coren and Spark's training sim to be much too bulky for her style of fighting. Coren might give her "that look," but Chevu was more much comfortable in her trusty Jedi robes. They fit her like a second skin.

Tapping her earpiece, she narrowed her eyes. After a few minutes, she turned to the other Jedi. "Sith have been spotted outside the city limits. There are GA forces at the Medical Academy under [member="Samantha Roberts"] command. We'll keep in contact with her in case she gets overrun, otherwise we flank."

With that, Chevu branched out with the Force letting it spread over the landscape, discerning where the strongest Dark-siders were. Their numbers seemed to be so great that it chilled her to the bone. She turned to her apprentice, advising him to practice his Force sense abilities.

"Do you feel them, Nikola?"

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Ground
Tags: in post
Post: 3

He had enough people in the skies to make it worthwhile for him to be on the ground. He was going to need to prove to them he could still pilot sooner or later, but right now? Having a Commander on the ground, to help direct the forces, while the Supreme Commander was doing his navy thing, was essential for this mission. Coren needed to make sure that those would could be saved were. The Tiburons were used for very surgical missions, and if anyone else, he was thinking of [member="Rook"] and [member="Spark Finn"] would show up, that’d do well. He could do a bit of this, but there were Jedi, and the Commander and the bible-thumpers didn’t always (if ever) see eye to eye.

His own apprentice was working with a new comer, and that was good. Coren didn’t frankly care to get to know the other, but that was just because of who he was. There was a mission, and many others had made it down to the ground now. Including familiar faces, [member="Anastasia Rade"], part of ‘Coren’s Angels,’ [member="Veino Garn"], another member of the Underground and [member="Matsu Ike"], probably here to assist in formalizing an alliance with the Coalition. Actually not a bad idea.

“Alright boys and girls, flyby indicates Final Order military units are in the city limits. Jedi, y’all can handle the Sith, anyone else, we’re going bucket hunting.” Coren announced, checking his repeater before turning to Chevu. “Move ‘em out. And keep your eyes open, these Sith, they're animals.”

He looked back to the soldiers and SpecForces, the non-Jedi of the group. “Anyone with me? We’re going into town.”

[member="Elphaba nic Arose"]
[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Light Rises]

Objective: Secure Space
Tags: [member="Dex Bastion"], [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
Post: 4

He preferred to have Coren in a fighter, or in the space contest, but right now? There was precious cargo, and without some of the other members of the GADF, the man was needed on the ground. Regardless, Nemo Ven was very excited to see Red Squadron out there and taking it to the enemy. FLEETCOM, the former Omega Protectorates command structure for their worlds, was in a bit of shambles, a lot of the structures seemed unclaimed, or underpowered. But the Alliance was pulling the attention of the Final Order.

“Keep up the pressure, Red Group.” Came the call from Ven. He liked to personally speak to his teams, as often as he could. Looking out to the view port of the Hope, Ven was waiting for the fleets to meet. Fighter groups were moving into the right locations, and the smaller craft, like the Tyrene were moving in a pattern to block incoming fighters from the larger craft.

“FLEETCOM, this is Hope. We’re going to pull those Final Order ships off your back. If you can join us, we would love the assistance. If not, bug out, regroup.” He didn’t need non-combatants in his battlefield. Turning away from the comlink, he looked to his gunnery chief. “Ready all batteries. Have ships dedicate targets, we’ll pull that Destroyer at us.”

Red Squadron was going to have their work cut out for them.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Objective : C
Post : 2/20
Allies : [member="Aeron Kreelan"]


"So they have defenses in place....want to be independent."


There was a slight nod. Judah couldn't blame the representatives to be wary, to send their own shuttle to a safe zone. He took a few steps towards the edge of their landing platform, shoving hands into his trouser pockets. His gaze took in the surrounding city for a moment, looking for any signs of battle.


Turning around, Miss Kreelan was looking him up and down. Seeing if he was worthy of her presence he supposed. It wouldn't be the first or last time another would question his ability to do the job at hand. He chuckled a little at the mention of name and rank, partially because he wasn't even sure of his rank.


"Judah Dashiell. As for my rank, I'm not sure I have one." A slight pause echoed between them. " What do you do in the Alliance Miss Kreelan?"

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Objective: B, Ground
Location: Heading towards city
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Nikola Ticon"] [member="Veino Garn"]
Post: 2/20

Ana listened as announcements and instructions were given. On the one hand she was a Force User and knew how to take care of Sith. Much of her life had been fighting against the Force Users whom destroyed her childhood and took her families planet. Ana was quite confident when it came to her skills and abilities with the Force. She didn't consider herself a Jedi though nor was she apart of the Alliance's order. They were far too passive for her liking but than again she was raised by war thirsty mando's so whom was she to talk. She would be an asset to [member="Chevu Visz"] army of Jedi against the Sith but at the same time she did kind of what to go with Coren for old times sake.

Pausing for a moment Ana's head turned from the group of Jedi to Coren as if trying to decide where to go. It didn't take her long before heading to the City with the Jedi. There was no time better than the present to get to know them and see how they worked together. She didn't work with Jedi much so she was giving them the benefit of the doubt. Fighting next to someone was the real way to get to know them. She could buy them all around of drinks later.

 

[Matsu Ike]

Objective: Exiting Dropships
Post: 5/20
Allies: [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

Matsu watched the ones there while she moved quickly watching the one run away and she gave chase, her hands crackling with the electric judgement over drawing out her saber and wading into a fight. Instead she went for the more casual approach as she moved into cover with a small grin on her face though extending her senses outwards. Moments of clarity that the one she had chased was grabbing something from a fallen comrade with his weapon when she looked out and rolled to the side with a black orb slamming into the ground near her. She shot up launching herself into the air and kicking with a spin kick into a jaw of another when she took off after him.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Objective: A (Secure local space)
Allies[member="Dex Bastion"]
Post:2/20

Kurayami pushed forward on the controls until the cockpit was inverted, letting the gyro system bring him back upright. The maneuver was simple but the most effective means to reverse direction without bleeding too much speed. It also place the main wing to the right of the cockpit. His eyes ran over the data from his HUD, checking the IFF transponder to make sure he had eyes on all bogeys in the area. The system tracked the motion of his eyes across the HUD marking anything that matched the profile of known TIE fighters. The list was likely outdated but it was easy enough to tell the X-Wings apart from the enemy craft. He heard the chatter between Red Five and Red Four as they engaged the interceptors.

"Ladies, please stop bickering and make use of your targeting computers as they help greatly in hitting what you are shooting at. It's how I have managed to not kill any of you thus far. Don't worry about number of kills, there are plenty more where these guys came from. Just make sure you actually kill them please."

He closed the channel again and placed himself slightly below Red Squadron at their two o' clock. This would place the TIE fighters in a spot no pilot enjoyed. Selecting his next target, he opened fire, bringing the main wing around 90 degrees firing a three second burst from the autoblaster and ion cannons as he did. The first shots were wide by a decent margin, but as the computer adjusted for the flight path of the target the lead angle slowly closed on the chosen target. Electricity raced over the hull as it was hit by an ion bolt followed in short order by a salvo from the autoblaster, one more down, hundreds to go. He switched to the next bandit, a bit out of weapons range for the moment. The idea was to pursue while the targeting computer worked out a firing solution this time leading to a shorter burst. So he set off after the new target, switching his shields back to cover the whole of his ship. Likely a good idea when you were heading into the middle of the fight.

 

[Nikola Ticon]

Location: Near the city
Objective: B (Ground)
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Anastasia Rade"], [member="Veino Garn"], [member="Matsu Ike"]
(2/20)

In Nikola's humble opinion his master seemed too tense, too worried about the mission at hand, whereas Coren seemed to have the right idea in terms of holding a more casual demeanor. That wasn't to say that these Sith and other darksiders weren't something to be wary of, but this was the lifestyle they had sworn themselves to as Jedi and protectors of the light. It was inevitable that danger would follow them wherever they went, especially the more rough and tumble members of the previous categories that largely fleshed out the ranks of the Galactic Alliance. Many of them should have been used to working against impossible odds, and as a Corellian, he was no exception.

It was difficult not to sense the presence of the darksiders that were gathered, not that he would make such a comment aloud. Not here and now, at any rate. Instead he settled for reaching out through the Force on a deeper level than was instinctual, allowing himself to become one with the energy field for the briefest of moments before his own methodology in these scenarios forced him back into the present moment. And so he was alert once more, that minute sensation of being at peace now lost to him after determining that some modicum of danger was near. "Yeah, I do. They're close." He reached down to palm his blade. "I'm ready."

 

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B
Sizing up a Tower w Friends - p5
w [member="Ebony Blackheart"] , [member="Darth Raijin"]

Chip blew out the 40th story as Ebony and Raijin dealt with the 20th. It was a busy skyscraper today. Go figure. Karen listen to the coms as First Squad actually started laughing. Like, full blown laughter from the back of the cabin. Apparently the infamous hacker Ebony Whateverheart had rushed into a entire FO Company and had now decided it had been a bad idea.

Yep. The RnR Adepts thought that was funny. Karen was about to say something too, but then she just hung up the com instead. Nah.

"Ugh. Nevermind. New plan. Let her get herself killed. Saves me the trouble anyway."

Chip smirked, "Good call Boss. That kids crazy anyway. Did you notice her new friend is a Darksider too? The silver looking guy who just showed up."

"Yeah. I can feel him too. ...Okay. Pull us back. Let's do a Recon of the building from that structure over there. The 40th story is blown to bits anyway. Good shooting Magnum. They're all dead or bleeding it."

"Aye aye ma'am. Pulling back."

The drop ship stopped shooting and pulled back from the tall building to regroup. If there really was 400 troopers and more than a dozen Sith Adepts in there? Well. Roberts wasn't taking any chances. She would do this by-the-book. Not just charge in there yelling "Whargghh!" like a bunch of Ork Boyz. Karen was a professional. Now, If Ebony and Raijin got themselves killed by charging into an enemy formation like a bunch of lunatics? Good for them. What's the old saying? Live fast, die hard, and leave an ugly corpse. Yeah...

It's a Mando thing.

...
___

First Squad exited the dropship onto the roof a tall sister building far across the district. They pulled out their Rangefinders and set up with a view of the skyscraper. Time to recon the building currently under siege. Starting with the 20th floor and peering upward.

"Commander. We've got lots of FO gathered in that structure for sure. Marking targets now."

"Yep. I see them. Okay people. Let's get a head count. We might just have to bomb the whole place from orbit."

Chip smiled, "...Yeah. It's the only way to be sure."

Karen frowned at his movie reference and looked back the building. The others were still fighting.

"Chip get me the GA Captain on the phone. I want to talk about our options for bringing that building down."

"Yes ma'am. Explosive options coming right up. Yeehaa."

Karen looked away from the building and frowned. Yeah. It was going to be a long day.

 

[Veino Garn]

Location: Near the city
Objective: B (Ground)
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Anastasia Rade"], [member="Nikola Ticon"], [member="Matsu Ike"]
(2/20)
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Veino listened as Coren gave out the command orders, being a Commander and all, before nodding and reaching out with the Force, tracing the connections between organisms, especially the ones that stank of death and decay. He wasn't looking for a group of adepts or just Force sensitive soldiers. No, he was looking for the Darkest presence he could discover. There, although quite a few blocks away, it was something he could head towards.

"Coren, I've got what feels like a Sith Lord parked out there somewhere." He pulled up a map of the city and laid what he was sensing over the map before pointing to the general location. It was behind enemy lines and somewhat in the center. Perhaps a command center of some sort or another. "I'm going there. See if I can't slice the head from this beast here."

He rested his head on his knuckles, or as much as he could in helmet and gauntlets. The route would be difficult. He'd have to slip through enemy lines without getting noticed and drawing overmuch attention to himself and then locate the target. He could always use the sewers again, if need be, but he wasn't sure what sorts of monsters the FO had hidden down there. There appeared to be some sort of rail-system going through the city in the right direction, at least. That he could use.

"I can take a small team with me to eliminate the target and cause some chaos behind the front." He adjusted the view of the city to study the rail-line. They could travel on top of it, if they were careful. But not many. "No more than four total, by the looks of it."

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Near the city
Objective: B (Ground)
Allies: [member="Nikola Ticon"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Matsu Ike"]
(1/20)

Ijaat had teetered on the brink after Coruscant, and what he had done. Truth be told, he wasn't quite sure he was ready to deploy again so soon. Most nights, if he slept at all, he woke up after a few hours, drenched in cold sweat and hearing the screams of thousands. His mind itself was a fractured and fragmented thing, and even the best neurologists he could find were baffled by the changes wrought from the merger between himself and Geoff. The Artificial Intelligence still read as a separate entity in and of itself, still a separate intelligence and 'being' of sorts, but there were changes the Mandalorians neural pathways. Changes in his thought process. The best doctor he had found, in his opinion, had told him the only true way to find out the extent was to exist as he had before - in war. The changes would oust themselves, and he would adapt, or he would die. Better than going slowly insane.

For this, though, Ijaat had forgone the dashing lightweight guise he had worn previously. For weeks he had toiled on Sullust, constructing facilities and using them, or in many cases finally availing himself of the abilities of his ship [member="Coren Starchaser"] had helped him build. In doing so, he had torn apart and modified the very prized possession of his former powered armor. It had been altered and changed, adapted to a new purpose. Refit and expanded. Whereas before it was a mobile tank designed solely to soak up punishment, a small and ponderous thing, now it was wholly new. Slimmer, but still adding bulk to his frame. As the dropship he was on neared the landing zone, Ijaat clipped a burnished helmet of beskar over his head, flicking his cigarra out the drop ramp as the pilot signaled ready and began to descend through atmo, the altimeter in the ass end of the bird steadily dropping.

When it finally reached a certain elevation, the helmet carried in the crook of his shoulder was snugged on with a hiss of atmosphere being established. The armor he wore now was nothing whatsoever like Mandalorian armor, in design or really even in theme. This was designed without culture, without tradition, and with the pure demands of battle, and it stood an unpainted masterpiece of polished beskar, shining like pure silver from the attention of the smith who wrought it. This would be his first battle in this suit, and as the systems synced to his HUD, he allowed himself a brief smile upon feeling everything 'light up'.

Suddenly, with some line sergeant shouting at him, Ijaat leaped from the back of the assault craft at an altitude well above the standard insertion rate. Repulsors flared from the adaptec Catra'jair system he had introduced to the armor, and after a few meters of free fall he was in a relatively controlled descent, aerials and control rods flaring to slow his fall as he freed weapons with a sudden command, flashing symbols indicating the suit was combat readied, readouts streaming by indicating his trip was nearing it's end. At the last moment he pulled into a ball, crouching, synthetic muscle fibers charging as every repulsor in the system screamed at maximum output. Moments before impact, his legs kicked out, bracing and absorbing the impact as the street below him crumbled into a small crater from the force of his deceleration.

With silent determination, the trademark U1-MDR rifle seem to rise out of the duracrete dust and lit up reading full auto and load, as the enhanced form strode from the dust forward, taking a scan of the field with his hardware. Technically, he wouldn't read friend or foe to the IFF's of the Galactic Alliance, just unidentified. But the fact he had leaped out of a GA drop-ship would likely go a long way. Truth was, Ijaat was almost ashamed to show his face after the assault on Coruscant, but he knew his best chance at recovery lay here. In the fires of battle. So he shambled on, silent and stoic, gleaming like a warrior armored in quicksilver, making a stop next to Coren, a few meters out, and nodding without a voice, rifle switching from high carry to low ready, the only assumptive response being an affirmation he'd go with the fly-boy. Something tickled at the back of his mind, but Ijaat shoved it away, recognizing the yammering of the unstable AI he still grudgingly relied on, and then silently cursed as shielding systems and more hummed to life, crackling around the suit.