[Vanguard Campaign] Alliance Dominion of Karfeddion

[Elaine Thul]

Objective: 2 clear out the space port
Equipment: A Lilac Coloured Lightsaber
120 thul marines/ full company (30 injured/dead)
gear Infantry armour, Infantry Blaster + auxiliary grenades
Also about 12 proto type Disc Cannons (doing a second part to dev thread in here)
4/20
Allies: [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Mordecai Tal'kyr"] [member="Havock"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="OK-3103"]

Her troops where marching towards the first line of trenches guarding the space port, it was time to take rest just outside the fire lines of the main enemy forces. This was so the disc cannons could be reloaded, it was not the quickest thing to do. First they had to remove the old disc cartridge. This was done by removing two tubes, this was air in take and out take. As it used a type of siphon, rather than spring to load the weapon, these tubes where creating a low and high pressure above and below the disc. They used the system, as if they where to use a spring the disc may bang into each other, and become live inside the cannon. This would be unfortunate for the users, and those close by. After that they had to remove an old power pack, this was used to energize the electromagnetic propulsion, part of the rail gun. Then they had to do this in reverse order to reload it, also to ready the weapon. This took longer than most weapons, but the range of the cannon made it worth it.

Her troops took turns doing sentry during this time getting there AGL locked and loaded as well and having a water break. Soon as reinforcements arraaived they would begin the next push.

 

[Nyx]

Objective: BYOO- slice into the First Order network and wreak havoc.
Location: Karfeddion surface
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Tyranny, the Final Order

Nyx wasn't a fighter.
Frankly, violence made her sick to her stomach. So when she was given an opportunity to assist the Galactic Alliance against the hated First Order, she damn well did it; but in her own way. With the battle raging at multiple points on the planet, Nyx figured no one would notice a teenager slip into the fold. And so far, she was right.
She crouched behind a rock outcropping near a communications outpost, her grey blue eyes examining it. The plan was to get inside and establish a direct link to the First Order network. From there, after a bit of creative thinking, she could theoretically take over the FO system on the planet. Mess with orders, reprogram anything with a connection, and generally wreak havoc on the authoritarian bastards.
A feral grin grew on her face at the thought of it, the teenager shivering with anticipation.
With another deep breath for courage, Nyx slowly began making her way over, her hood pulled low over her head, her body bent slightly to the ground to avoid detection. She wasn't here for a fight, and honestly, she couldn't win one. Her only chance was to avoid getting spotted, or she and her entire effort were dead.

 

[OK-3103]

Post 2/20
Objective Two

He stood his ground - as did the troopers around him. He'd not been directly engaged, nor had he been ordered to seek out the enemy, but they could all hear and see the fighting coming closer to their position. But they were a well-drilled machine, so they remained in line, standing to attention as what he presumed were Galactic Alliance troops closed in on his position.

He could only surmise as it was increasingly difficult to identify friends from foes. One group was leading the advance on the space-port, but 3103 was unsure if they were Alliance or not. They didn't seem to be First Order, but that didn't automatically make them Alliance either.

So he continued to wait - eventually an order would come or they'd be attacked - he was sure of it.

[member="Elaine Thul"]

 

[Vexen]

Dark side of world, southern continent, slave pens
Objective: 3
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Loske Matson"] | @Abel]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"] | [member="TR-8R"]

What was a fleeting shadow in the depth of the night? The constant noise of moaning, crying slaves covered any faint sounds the agile Defel Wraith may have made as she slipped back down the watchtower. She didn’t even take the ladder, but with all four sets of claws she skidded down one of the support struts. Her fur was matted with rain water and mud now and she would need to be careful. The right light could show her up now.

A ten foot high wall ran between two yards. The whole slave pen was a grid of walls with walkways and electrified wire. Two walls close together made narrow corridors, through which Vexen assumed the guards could herd slaves when they needed to leave their pens. Those yards near the centre of the site were covered from the elements. She figured the more expensive slaves were kept there.

But right now those bright eyes were fixed on the guard walking the nearest wall. On neither this side nor the other were they any slaves at the moment. Micah had told her to stay still, but what was the point in all that training if she couldn’t make a difference.

He’d said she had to leave if someone caught her. No mention was made of the other way around. Heart thundering in her head, she started her run. She splashed a puddle, but the guard didn’t even look. The noise of the rain on his helmet must have been a constant drone.

Gathering the Force around her, she leapt. A dark shadow fluttering through the air. One arm reached out and grasped the guard around the neck as she passed. Both went tumbling down on the other side of the wall.

He was by far the heaviest and there was a wet thud as his body landed and sunk a few inches into the mud. He flailed his limbs and tried to work out what had just happened to him. As he rolled onto his front he saw Vexen for the first time. Following the sound of the low snarl he saw her bared teeth. His eyes found his rifle, a few metres away in the mud. Hand went for sidearm, but Vex had already crossed the distance. A crackling blue stun baton was the last thing he saw.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Objective 1
[member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Dax Ragnar"]

Asmus' eyes stayed on the display. He was too far to eyeball the distance to the TIE fighters so he watched the red tracks as they approached the ring around the icon of his ship that indicated weapons range.

“Dropping now!” he called. Just a gentle press on the stick at first, but slowly increasing the pressure. As he pitched the nose down the TIEs started to adjust their heading. The youth pushed the engines up a notch, forcing the TIE pilots to concentrate and overcompensate.

“You got them?” he asked his co-pilot. The Ion turret on the Y-Wing started to fire. Yet they fired off to one side of the TIEs, deliberately boxing them in for Dax’s run on them.

 

[Connor Harrison]

OBJECTIVE: 1 – Time for the Gold run!
LOCATION: Above Karfeddion
ALLIES: [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | All Fleet
ENEMIES: The nefarious First Order and Sith Forces

Keeping his eye on the HUD, and also out of the cockpit to see it for real, he had Gold Four in the burly Y-Wing starting to make the drop. That was the cue.

Quickly, he circled around left to gain a bit of height in a 360 move, and then pushed his nose down to come in over the Y-Wing’s flight path in a diagonal run.

The TIEs began to turn from the suppressing fire of the Y-Wing, and that was perfect and all Dax needed. He looked through the HUD on the cockpit viewport to mirror reality, and commenced his staggered laser fire from the 4 cannons as he arced towards the TIES.

In quick succession, thanks to their inability to separate from each other, as one TIE broke apart in flames, the other was thrown off into the next wave of blaster fire in a clumsy end to his run. One wing fell off and the other was shredded, and the TIE span down below them all, out of action and out of choices.

”All yours Gold Four, I’ve got your back.”

Dax fist pumped and looked back over his shoulder, seeing Gold Four still in one piece.

 

[Joy]

Objective 3

Abel thought that five kilometers was a long way to go without speeder bikes, but he decided to keep that to himself since Loske seemed less than worried by it. Long way on foot, 'specially if they needed to get there in a hurry. Abel wasn't too keen on running, but he supposed that if he didn't want to run he shouldn't have joined the Jedi Order. Too late now.

The Padawan chewed on the inside of a cheek as [member="Loske Matson"] leaned close and started pointing at the data pad in his hands, indicating various positions and what not. He nodded after a bit, thinking he had a good idea of who was what and where, at least for now. By his mark they'd be about twenty minutes getting to the pens at their current pace.

Both brows raised at her sudden question. "Well, I think it's got a lot to do with bein' well rounded. You can't just be a good fighter. You've gotta know when to fight and why. Lotta people are one or the other. Not s'many are both."

He noticed her expression of disgust and sniffed the air. "Was just thinking it smells like stables. Reminded me of home. Then I remembered that smell is a bunch of people all locked up. Whole families. Dampened my mood sure as a raincloud, it did."

The thought of hundreds of people, pressed together like animals in big pens, ground trodden into mud beneath them made Abel's heart wrench and his stomach turn. Nobody should be forced to live like that, held against their will so someone with a bag of shiny coins could buy 'em as if they was buyin' a new toy.

The tangent ended and he returned back to the original topic, feet plodding away steadily, data pad held in his dirt soiled hands. "Sith know how to fight. I'm not sure they always know why they're fightin' though."

[member="Vexen"] | [member="Micah Talith"]

 

[Elaine Thul]

Objective: 2 clear out the space port
Equipment: A Lilac Coloured Lightsaber
120 thul marines/ full company (30 injured/dead) 120/150
gear Infantry armour, Infantry Blaster + auxiliary grenades
Also about 12 proto type Disc Cannons (doing a second part to dev thread in here)
5/20
Allies: [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Mordecai Tal'kyr"] [member="Havock"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="OK-3103"]

Soon her cannons where loaded, and ready for action again. She smiled and lite up her lilac coloured lightsaber, and ready her troops for her speech to inspire her peasants to die for her, and the galactic alliance. Truth was she was she only wanted to strengthen the alliance, so they where stronger in the war against The One Sith. As the better they where at fighting them, the less likely her home would come under attack alderaan. As this way the gaze of emperor would not be on the republic, it would be on the alliance. She wished house organa would help here, but they where busy with the mandalorians. She pondered for a moment, did this make her and her men mercenaries or foreign task force.

Her men know had there intercom set just to listen their duchess, and she began with deep breath. We are the people of alderaan, we are not part of the worlds of the alliance. We are in the republic, well what is left of it after sith savaged it. House Organa and our queen [member="Arianna Organa"] with her noble daughters [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Alyesa Organa"], have worked to protect our world, form the sith with an alliance with mandalorains. They have made a shield for our world, it falls to House Thul to make the spear, and make sure that shield is not needed. We must strike The One Sith and there allies no matter where we find them, by making war on them, with other nations attacking them, attacking us would be harder. This is not mercenary work, this is for ALDERAAN EVERYONE TO YOUR POST WE FIGHT AND FIGHT HARD!

With her speech over, her men got to point and began the march discs where fired at range into the building, from over two thousand meters away. Her infantry began moving forward as one, she moved forward as well, with her hate for the one sith and all that stand with them.

 

[Ayme Katash]

Location: landing/engaging forces
Objective 2
[member="Trix Bastin"][member="Jacen Voidstalker"][member="Olivia Durant"][member="Joza Perl"]

The air was filled with blaster fire and screams. Ayme kept her twin blasters firing as she ran down the ramp of the LAAT and looked for cover. She had recognized several Jedi on the trip over but kept mostly to herself. Jumping into a battle had left her feeling nervous about her abilities. She had recovered from her injuries on Omwat and had no desire to spend another second in a medbay.

The enemies kept their distance for the most part as the Jedi advanced from the drop ship and found their way to an engagement. Ayme attempted to line up her shots as best she could over the fray of battle. The flashing lights of alternating blaster fire made it difficult to see the targets with her eyes. With a deep breath Ayme pushed her emotions aside and attempted to use the Force to guide her movements. She squeezed the trigger once, twice, and then lost count before she felt her body fall back into cover.

With new purpose Ayme put her blasters back in their holster and took several deep breathes. Appetizers were over, now it was time for the main course. She squeezed the hilt of her lightsaber and watched the orange blade spring to life. With a grin she jumped from cover and sprinted towards her first target.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: landing/engaging forces
Objective 2
[member="Trix Bastin"][member="Jacen Voidstalker"][member="Olivia Durant"][member="Joza Perl"] [member="Ayme Katash"] [member="OK-3103"]

An Alliance blaster bolt passed perilously closed to Ayme’s flank. There was a burst of foul language down the battle network.

“Gorramit Katash, what did I say about calling it in before charging off!” Jacen chided his padawan. Lesson zero: don’t run in front of friendlies firing their rifles with tunnel vision without telling them first. Still, it was early days for the padawan, there was much to try and balance in the mind. When the basic skills were nailed down to the point that they were virtually autonomic, then one had more focus available to map out the battlefield and call orders.

With practised precision, Jacen advanced down through cover whilst the commandos used a constant stream of fire to keep the Vanguard stromtroopers pinned.

“Jedi, advance down the flanks to close and engage,” he called. “Wardogs, keep the pressure up.”

Even with a team mostly comprised of padawans, once all the Jedi reached the barricades it would be game over for the strormtroopers within minutes. Then again, this was just the first echelon of defence. There were plenty more Vanguard soldiers to clear out bay by bay and some dark acolytes lingering somewhere.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Dax Ragnar"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]

Bright jade streaks of light lanced out towards the bombing squadron. One of the turbolaser blasts caught an unlucky Y-Wing full on and it became little more than detritus in an instant. Things would get worse when they closed properly and quad lasers started to track them more efficiently.

He pulled up his targeting computer. The command centre on the Intervention have individually assigned defensive emplacements for the strike teams to attack. The squadron split into three flights and formed a staggered formation so they could make their runs in turn. Unfortunately Asmus was in the first formation and would suffer the heaviest barrage.

Another pair of red tracks appeared behind them. “Dax, Gold four here, we have pursuit. Gold three is falling back to draw them off our trail, if you engage we’re free to make our run.”

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Objective 1
Location: Above Karfeddion
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Dax Ragnar"] | All Fleet
Enemeis: First Order

Marcello's dark blue N-1T dipped harshly to the left amid a series of precise control inputs. With the sublight drive of his vessel throttled up to maximum, the nimble starfighter quickly rocketed towards an optimum corner velocity. Naturally...a cornering velocity wasn't quite the same concept in the void of space as it was in atmosphere. However, velocity existed regardless of air resistance, the second a pilot introduced propellant from the reaction control system into the mix, a smaller vessel could quickly be sent spiraling out of control.

A chorus of super-cooled thrust erupted from various points on the starfighter as it danced onto a new engagement trajectory. The Jedi Ace heard the communications between Gold 4 and Dax, but he didn't bother clouding the airwaves with any conversation. Given that his starfighter was racing towards the two TIEs on a perpendicular vector, Marcello knew he'd only have one good opportunity to catch them sleeping. Fortunately for him, they appeared almost razor-focused on the Y-Wings that presented the largest threat to that which they'd no doubt been ordered to defend at all costs.

Retarding the throttle to his sublight drive, Marcello reduced the heat signature of his starfighter. The dark blue paint of the small vessel had a very good tendency to allow it to blend into the backdrop of space. It wasn't quite as effective as a StealthX paintjob, but he hated flying those pigs.

Riding in on his vessel's momentum, Marcello made continuous small control inputs to keep the targeting retical in his HUD leading the TIE trailing Gold 3. Thanks to the TIE's obvious pursuit of Gold 3, Marcello could quite accurately predict his enemies flight path. The moment he was within range, Marcello depressed the trigger and watched as superheated green streaks of energy from his twin laser cannons erupted from the front of his starfighter.

No sooner had his target been shredded than the target's apparent wingman had quickly maneuvered around to press home an engagement of Marcello's starfighter. A subtle shift in the Force alerted the Jedi Master to the actions of the remaining TIE just before it had happened. Without reorienting his spacecraft's attitude, Marcello slammed the throttle to maximum power. Now, instead of sliding perpendicular to the flight path of the Y-Wings and remaining tie while having his nose pointed in their direction of travel, Marcello abruptly changed the vector of his spacecraft to match that of the Y-Wings. Superheated energy from the TIE's weapons raced just past Marcello's canopy.

Another quick series of control inputs and managed throttling of his two sublight engines independent of one another allowed the N-1T to dance across the void in an almost erratic motion. "You did not just shoot that poodoo at me..." With each snapped reacquiring of the remaining TIE, Marcello shot off a volley of laser cannon fire. A small smile formed on the Jedi Master's lips as the TIE pilot desperately attempted to avoid the seemingly random light show erupting around him.

Remaining cognizant of the present location of remaining allies, Marcello contented himself in continuing to draw the last TIE away from the Y-Wings as he rapidly closed the distance between them. As the two spacecraft passed dangerously close, Marcello applied full thrust to his repulsors and cut thrust to his sublight engines. Before the N-1T had even cleared the TIE's flight path, Marcello cut the thrust to the repulsors, relying on the recently created momentum as he pulled back on the flight controls. The N-1T passed overhead the TIE in an inverted position just as Marcello reapplied full thrust to both sublight engines. A perfect line of green energy stitched its way through the top of the TIE as the enemy pilot hopelessly attempted to evade.

Once he'd reoriented his starfighter, Marcello resumed a more conservative flight profile as he returned to throttling his engines in a conservative manner, conserving fuel and maximizing use of his spacecraft's momentum to rejoin the escort of the Y-Wings. "Gold 4, Shock 6, your tail is clear."

In his headset, Marcello could hear the other three pilots from his flight on their squadron tac wrapping up their own engagements and establishing vectors to intercept the rest of the friendly forces. The entire engagement took less than two minutes...which was an eternity in most combat scenarios.

 

[Ayme Katash]

Location: landing/engaging forces
Objective 2
[member="Trix Bastin"] / [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] / [member="Olivia Durant"] / [member="Joza Perl"] / [member="OK-3103"]

With a grunt Ayme slid to the ground to avoid the heat of the blaster fire as it passed far too close to her hip. The Orange blade in her hand gave away her vunerable position and she rolled several meters along the ground to reach cover. Her robes scoffed at the white fabric that just never seemed to stay that color when she was the wearer. She could feel her master's frustration through their connection and allowed herself a moment of maturity to calm her nerves and get her head back in the game. Patience had never been one of her virtues and she often had to chuckle at how dissonant that was to what her superiors were attempting to instill in her.

The order to engage the flank of the attacking stormtroopers brought Ayme back to the mission and renewed her vigor. With a nod to noone in particular she pushed off the debris and scrambled towards the right flank in search of a better outcome then her last run.

 

[Alkesh Vizsla]

LOCATION: Spaceport - Engaging
OBJECTIVE: 2
ALLIES: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Trix Bastin"] | [member="Ayme Katash"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="OK-3103"] |

She couldn’t say she was used to a battlefield, and wasn’t sure she ever would be. She worked well in the heat of battle, feeling closest to the Force in endless movement and combat, feeling stronger with its presence flowing through her...but there was still no part of her that felt excited by stepping off the dropship in to the roar and noise outside. As quaint and far-off - and perhaps even as unrealistic - as the idea might be, she wanted peace. And if she had to spend her life on a battlefield to do it, she would.

Earpiece clipped tight, she leapt off with the rest of the team, igniting one of the blue blades she kept at her side. Although she carried two, she didn’t feel comfortable wielding both at once yet - the second, for now, was simply a back-up should she be disarmed.

She saw another Padawan, blonde with a unique orange blade, roll in to cover to avoid a volley of blaster-fire that sent Olivia behind a huge piece of hot, metal shrapnel. The other Padawan seemed to be just fine though Olivia kept glancing over, keeping an eye on her newfound fellows as they advanced.

Breaking from cover, she advanced along with the group, a minute or two crossing the battle going well until she felt the white-hot sting of a blaster bolt connecting squarely with her right shoulder. Letting out a hiss, she had no time to look down and see the damage. She could see small curls of smoke rolling lazily from the hole burned in her armorweave, material which had probably saved her from a worse injury. She focused on their objective, pushing forward towards a group of Stormtroopers that seemed to be gathering around, as if they had something up their sleeves...

 

[Joza Perl]

LOCATION: Spaceport - Engaging
OBJECTIVE: 2
ALLIES: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Trix Bastin"] [member="Ayme Katash"] [member="Olivia Durant"]

Joza’s stomach turned as she followed along with the rest of the group as they descended from the LAAT and into the turmoil. This was only her second time in any sort of death-viable situation, but she was determined not to vomit this time. At the very least, she could wait until the end of the mission to release the contents of her stomach. Hopefully in somewhere more private this time.

She could hear Master Voidstalker’s voice crackle in her ear and flinched, suddenly remembering that the comm was there. Reaching up to adjust her earpiece, the Zeltron halfling felt her heart beat into her throat for a moment as she ignited her lightsaber with a snap-hiss. She’d been practicing her saber forms like mad since Omwat, hoping to be able to utilize them better in battle. Still, she knew that as much as she practiced in the safety of the Jedi Temple on Sullust, it couldn’t compare to the experience gained in live combat. All her practice would mean next to nothing if she couldn’t handle herself on the battlefield.

Her eyes flickered to the left briefly after seeing a blaster shot streak toward the Padawan who had introduced herself as Olivia earlier during the flight. She blocked a pair of stray shots coming toward her chest by arcing her saber down at to the right, inwardly smiling to herself. At least the Soresu lessons appeared to be paying off…for now.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

LOCATION: PLANET SOUTHSIDE

• Advancing toward the slave pens >> ETA: 15 MINUTES

OBJECTIVE: 3
ALLIES: [member="Abel"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Micah Talith"]
ENEMIES: [member="Cameron Centurion"] | Impossible to tag clone
POST: 5/20

“You know when to fight?” Loske asked curiously, interested by the farm boy’s perspective. Plus she found that filling stretches of time with conversation helped distances feel shorter. “Or is it a last resort for you. When to fight is when there’s no other option?”

She was genuinely inquisitive. If someone was ready to fight, they were ready to kill typically. That's what she'd been trained anyway; prepare to be the last one standing. Loske didn’t get out much, and to have a conversation with someone who had opinions about the dynamics of good versus evil was interesting! She was wholly intrigued. “Sith probably just fight for themselves.” A shrug rolled from her shoulders while quickening the pace to a brisk walk, strides lengthening with the advantage of stretched limbs.

Brilliant crystal ignited in her iris’ at the mention of The Force. “Do you just have to have The Force to start Jedi training? I thought there was Force in everybody.”

Was it like a religious thing, a warrior thing, a farmer thing? How much of a cult was this whole Force business anyways.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

LOCATION: Spaceport - Engaging
OBJECTIVE: 2
ALLIES: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Trix Bastin"] | [member="Ayme Katash"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member=OK-3103] | [member="Olivia Durant"]

"Olivia, do you need medical?" Jacen called across the comm. "Scratch that," he added a moment later when he saw he continuing towards a group of stormtroopers. If Jacen had looked more closely, he might have seen them loading some form of mounted weapon and would have focussed his attention on them. Instead he left them for Ayme, Olivia and Joza.

Instead he dropped behind cover, closed his eyes and reached out with the Force. Faint tendrils of his awareness crept out through the Force. They found the other collection of stormtroopers behind they upturned vehicles used as barricades. Those tendrils brushed against the physical barrier, feeling its weight, giving Jacen an awareness of its composition. They wrapped around it, holding it firm. Jacen grimaced and in the same moment the barricades inched from the ground. Then with one mighty heave he sent them flying to crash down in an empty part of the docking bay. Exposed, several stormtroopers fell under the initial hail of blaster bolts that sought them out. Those that survived were forced to scatter. Spread out, they would now present easy targets for the Jedi advancing.

 

[OK-3103]

Post 3/20
Objective Two

In one sense it felt as though OK-3103 was a lone trooper against a veritable army of soldiers and a whole gaggle of Jedi. Was that the collective noun? Maybe it was a Code? Or a Mantra? Or even a Shackle? Not that it really mattered, they were all converging on his position. It almost felt like they were converging on him. Which of course they were. He was alone, a single trooper against the might of the Alliance's best - with a Sith or maybe two thrown in for good measure. But he held his ground and awaited the order to fire. Until he was directly engaged, he would resist acting on his own initiative. For he was sure the Order had a master plan. Something particularly clever no doubt.

Or maybe not!

 

[Connor Harrison]

OBJECTIVE: Protect the Alliance Run
LOCATION: Above Karfeddion
ALLIES: [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | All Fleet
ENEMIES: The nefarious First Order and Sith Forces

”You got it, Gold Four.”

Focusing on his HUD across the cockpit viewport, he didn’t need to look at his targeting guidance system on the dash and tweaked it slightly to bring the fighters closer in view. The red points marked the enemy and all blue spots marked active Alliance frequency.

The T-70 was sharp and agile, more streamline than the fighters of old which made for better turns, faster acceleration and sever deceleration if required. Right now however, it was a steady pace above the Y-Wings. Looking down he would move in bursts to take out the pursing enemy fighters like a hawk swooping out of the sky, before coming back around and up again, out of any immediate line of sight.

The support was mounting for the bombers taking the run now, and Dax felt this was a well-oiled machine – running on precision, skill and camaraderie, but most of all trust in your fellow pilot.

 

[Elaine Thul]

Objective: 2 clear out the space port
Equipment: A Lilac Coloured Lightsaber
110 thul marines/ full company (40 injured/dead) 110/150
gear Infantry armour, Infantry Blaster + auxiliary grenades
Also about 12 proto type Disc Cannons (doing a second part to dev thread in here)
6/20
Allies: [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Mordecai Tal'kyr"] @Havock [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="OK-3103"]

As she her and her men charged the the enemy lines, she was witnessing the first bayonet charge in awhile, it made her proud of her men. The charged forward towards the enemy lines, like warriors carrying spears, it must have been frighting site for the enemy to behold. In front of them was a wall, a wall made of blaster fire. As they closed on the enemy, the disc cannons had to stop firing other wise they risk hitting there own soldiers. As they got within a hundred meters of the enemy lines, a volley of grenades where fired at the enemy lines, they used A.F.G. This would disrupt they enemy line. Jut before they closed in for close quarter combat. She was going join them with lightsaber ready, it was crunch time. Was she nervous about it, oh by force the force was she, but she need to prove alderaan could defend it self, from anyone anywhere.