We will not break (Galactic Alliance Dominon of the Byss Hex)

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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The Base of the Imperial Citadel, The Ruling City, Byss, Beshqek System, The Deep Core​

Allies: [member='Coren Starchaser'], [member='Ivlyn Mecetti'], [member='Varex'], [member='Taeli Raaf'], [member='Cathul Thuku'], [member='Cato Marek'], [member='Armaud Eden']​

As the response to his call for help came, Aryn sucked in a breath. The Alliance forces would take time to arrive, but at least they were on their way, and would get there eventually. As the rumbling began, though, Aryn wondered if they would get there in time. It began with a pause in the fighting, the artillery barrage halted and a break in the waves of Sithspawn had given the 26th at least a short period of time to readjust and set up their heavy weapons. The next wave was immense as they began to form into view at the end of the long streets stretching out from around the Imperial Citadel. As Aryn stared down the immensity of the horde that was drawing closer, he knew the 26th wouldn't last through it, not as it was.

He thought quickly, his eyes drawing over the terrain surrounding them. The 26th lacked enough heavy weapons to take down the swarm to even a remotely manageable number conventionally. It only took Aryn a few moments before he had a plan in mind. "Fire at the base of the buildings!" The heavy weapons fired almost instantly, rockets streaming across and over the charging sithspawn as the supports at the base of many of the buildings exploded. With the tremors caused by the charging behemoths along with the damage, it wasn't long before the buildings began to crumble and crash down onto the horde, plenty had already gotten through but the majority of the horde and those still coming wouldn't get through for at least some time as the rest of the 26th began opening fire on the swarm.

One Behemoth had managed to get through, charging through the body of the horde itself as it drew nearer and nearer. Blasters and rockets hit but seemed to have minimal effect as it threw its own allied sithspawn aside, and Aryn could tell well enough the massive beast would tear straight through his men. Stepping up, Aryn met the creature just before it reached the line, holding up his hands as he let the force flow through him. He drew it in from the world around him, channeling it through his body as it flooded out towards the Behemoth. The creature reached him, and Aryn saw as the two scythes began to close onto him. Just before they reached however, they halted, as did the creature entirely.

The Behemoth kicked and pushed its legs against the ground, trying to push forward but it was held still, the force raging through Aryn as the front of the beast slowly began to lift. As it did, the scythes continued to close, further and further before they extended beyond each other, pushing along before the blades met the chitinous exoskeleton of the beast. Focusing intensely, Aryn drew on the greatest strength he could draw as he crossed his arms in front of himself, the scythes suddenly and violently pressing against the Behemoth as its massive head was split from its body, the husk of the immense creature collapsing in a mound of chitin, bone and flesh.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Armaud Eden"]

The blade buzzed just inches from his face. Trextan closed his eyes and let a long, slow breath escape his lips. He listened with his ears and his heart. Without a word to his squad he came to his feet and rounded the corner of the brick wall. The first beast didn't see him coming. The white blade eviscerated it before it could even turn to face him. The second one turned and lashed out with fierce talons. The young Jedi dropped his shoulder, feeling those claws pass perilously close overhead. He plunged his blade into the spawn and drove his shoulder into it. The creature howled and he kept driving forwards, twisting and turning the blade. Then he planted his foot and pushed out with the Force.

The dying beast flew away from him and embedded itself in the wall on the opposite side of the street. It was followed by a round of blaster fire from the Scarred who really, really wanted to make sure it stayed down. They were still a little shaken, as was Trextan, after seeing one of their men torn to shreds by a sith spawn. Instead of joining the main line they were with lots of small units moving through the urban outskirts. They wanted to take the city around the citadel quickly to ensure the civilians could be evacuated, but the spawn were making it difficult.

“We press on?” The sergeant asked him.

Trextan once more turned to the Force for guidance. There was more darkness ahead. It was almost everywhere. But just on the edge of his perception a familiar presence heading this way.

Oh not him.

Maud had been just a young boy almost yesterday. Not we stood several inches taller than Trextan and even sported a ridiculous beard. When Trextan had never grown much more than a coarse fluff. He would probably want to talk about plant life despite the war going on too.

 

[Armaud Eden]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

Maud lifted his hand to his shoulder, gripping the beak of the owl with his thumb and index. The owl opened its beak, nibbling on his finger. He could tell that this wasn't its normal hours, awoken by the sounds of explosions and destruction. Was that because of the Alliance or because the Sith, it was difficult to tell. The nature of the world was unknown to the young man - at least, beyond the world that he understood existed thousands of years ago.

Feet transitioned from soil to duracrete rather abruptly, feeling the tremors of combat beneath the soles of his primitive shoes. He knocked his tongue as he eyed what appeared to be a small group of mice running across the street. The owl took to flight, quickly pouncing upon one with the fierce strength of its talons. Maud approached as he noted a somewhat satisfied yet sleepy expression from the bird. "Take what you can get. Catch up when you're done."

Rounding the corner, he moved in time to see the sithspawn smack into the wall. He blinked steadily as his vision moved from the dead creature to the men who had caused it: Trextan and the Infamous Scarred. Brutalized by the First Order, Maud remembered Gabe and Jacen discussing the group.

The aspiring xenobotanist moved forward as he knelt next to the beast, unshaken by what he was seeing. Placing his hand against the tattered body of what remained, following the puncture of the saber, he tilted his expression in investigation of the Sithspawn. He could feel the corruption, like puppet strings extending from the depths of the planet. He was saddened by the necessity of this action, in what the darkside had done to the once peaceful and pristine world.

As the owl flew out from the perpendicular street, landing on Maud's shoulder, he stood up and approached Trextan.

"Jumping right into the thick of it..." He looked up towards the tinted sky. "We're making a habit of meeting in trying times."

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Allies: [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Zark"] [member="Cato Marek"] [member="Ivlyn Mecetti"]
Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]

"Take us into atmosphere. We will reduce the time taken for medvac to save each and every patient"

"Enemy Sithspawn detected!" the sensor technician reported in, almost as if panicking due to the sheer number of contacts.

"Fire at will!"

Cathul could feel the swarm of Sithspawn have made their reversion over Byss, and the cloud of darkness was so thick that they could almost fire indiscriminately among the cloud of Sithspawn and think about hitting some of them regardless of which arc, angle or whatnot. On the ground, the destruction of the artillery batteries was ultimately of little comfort but with airspace now being under contention, the whole fleet had to descend into atmosphere so as to be more efficient at medvaccing injured soldiers, of which she knew their numbers would only increase. So, by now, hundreds of turbolasers, and even solar ionization cannons, ion cannons and also HVC rounds, were being fired in the general direction of the swarm of spaceborne Sithspawn that she wasn't quite sure of what they were. And yet she did sense, on the surface, the presence of those very Sithspawn she fought on Aleen while riding a broomstick: Festerers. Therapy Command had one round, one volley, to take out as many of these Sithspawn before they could close range. Because she knew that the Menacers would be a threat to the airspace, and she ahd to do something about them.

"Open a channel to FLEETCOM frequencies"

"Channel open"

"This is Therapy Command: we're going to need some reinforcements! A horde of Sithspawn has just reverted over Byss"

Spoiler: Medvac

ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser)
ANS Tylenol (Cardea-class medical cruiser)

64 M47 Illria ambulances

Spoiler: Escorts

Capital ships:

ANS Recluse (Recusant-X-class light destroyer)
ANS Impugnment (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier)
ANS Evil Rabbit (Krayiss-class escort frigate)
ANS Money (Krayiss-class escort frigate)

Attack craft:

6 Spirit-class picket corvettes
12 Mantis heavy bombers (endurance configuration)
48 Chiloon-I fighters

Spoiler: Reinforcements (ETA: 2 posts)

Capital ships:

ANS Seltos (Providence-X-class destroyer/carrier)
ANS Bulldozer (Felucia-class missile cruiser)
ANS Frivolous Lawsuit (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate)
ANS Due Process (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate)

Attack craft:

48 Chiloon-I fighters
48 Chiloon-II fighters

 

[Ivlyn Mecetti]

[SIZE=11pt]Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Varex"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Starships: 2 Gladius-class Heavy Command Frigates, 2 Essex-class starfighter killers, 2 Watcher-class corvettes, 3 Kalla-class corvettes, 5 Defender-class Light Corvettes[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Fighter Variables: 16 Sprite-class fighters, 8 Dauntless-class fighters, split equally into two separate squadrons.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]In Orbit[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Keptin, incoming Sithspawn!” A young male voice called out, almost panicked. The Captain of the Halberd, the lead vessel, sighed. ”There are… tens of thousands, sir!” He called out again. ”Orders, keptin?” He asked.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]”Formation. Recall the starfighters, and have them engage the Sithspawn.” Captain Alvor responded, brushing a hand through his greying hair. He had a strong jaw, and features that would make women of nearly any age group swoon. ”Have the Dauntless-class X-wings launch their proton torpedoes into the bulk on a proximity fuze to destroy portions of the swarm.” The captain continued. ”Fire at will. Direct all turbolasers into the bulk, have the Essex-class vessels form a screen alongside all other vessels best they can. Prepare to launch all warheads in the fleet at the targets.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]”All of them, captain?” A less accented, more seasoned female voice with a calm inflection called out.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]”Yes, all of them. On proximity fuze. Have the Defenders and starfighters perform the Alpha Pax formation maneuver.” The captain responded.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]From the vessels, the missiles launched. Over 200 of them. They streamed forward just as the Defender-class light corvettes moved to form a pincer maneuver. Two from the right, two from the left, one from below. Four from each light corvette in the maneuver would be launched, and then their 4 dual laser cannons fired at full strength. They would pull away before getting too close, and then perform an Immelman maneuver, flying towards and then past each other on the second run to pick off any of the monstrosities that had followed the other vessels.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The starfighters in the atmosphere below pulled up, and headed up into the atmosphere as the missiles impacted their targets. They performed micro-jumps to get to their targets far more quickly after getting into formation. Once they reached the mass, the 16 Sprite-class X-wings would engage via their 4 heavy laser cannons, while the Dauntless would use their 4 laser cannons and 2 ion cannons, with 2 proton torpedoes each launched into the swarm per pass, detonating to fill space with explosions. On another pass, they would release 2 more, until each Dauntless had launched 8 proton torpedoes each, for a total of 64, each of which destroyed far more than just 2 or 3 of these things. They would perform pincer maneuvers, Immelmans, and then fly-bys similarly to the Defender-class light corvettes, joining into their maneuver area to complete these maneuvers together.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]”This is Captain Alvor of the Halberd. We need to enter formation and form a defensive firing grid screen together. Our starfighters are returning. What is your starfighter complement?” The Captain contacted the lead ship in the other fleet, speaking clearly to [member="Cathul Thuku"].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]On the Ground[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Ivlyn watched the starfighters pull from the area, but the eight gunships kept bombarding the ground. She turned towards the Behemoth charging her As Aryn Teth downed one of them, severing its head from its body. Ivlyn held up her arms after letting her lightfoils drop and hover in the air as her shocktroopers uselessly fired their weapons. One pulled out an RPG launcher, and fired. The Behemoth only kept charging.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As Ivlyn breathed, her breath started to form that icy condensation you get when its a bit too cold. The temperature dropped a few degrees in the area, but it was in front of Ivlyn that things were getting interesting. She had closed her eyes, but that didn’t stop her hands from working to mold a massive sphere of Force energy. It seemed to have the cold in it, and rotating around it in the opposite direction that it was rotating were eight smaller force spheres. Ivlyn inhaled deeply, and thrust the sphere forward.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It tumbled forward along with the eight force bullets, impacting the Behemoth with a massive, echoing thwumpsplash. When the dust had cleared, the Behemoth would be revealed to be completely and utterly frozen, with a hole through its chest. It was stable for a few moment, but then it fell over, shattering some.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Ivlyn’s lightfoils returned to her hands, and she rushed forward. She jumped up and onto the dead Behemoth, before bouncing off of that to fly up towards a Wyvern. She let her blades carve through it, and fell onto another Wyvern that she did the same thing to. Her left lightfoil was let go again, hovering by her side, as she fell to the ground. She was bracing for the fall, but then a push of Force energy cushioned her fall, and she rolled forward - lightfoils sheathed - until she was stable, kneeling on the ground.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Weaving through the air shortly afterwards were Ivlyn’s lightfoils, reactivated from a distance. All of them - even the shoto lightfoil - rushed forward and rotated, cutting through dozens of Festerers as some of her men were felled by the Behemoth. Ivlyn stood, and stepped back as her lightfoils worked. She let one hand jut out towards a squadron of shocktroopers, and rose a Force barrier long enough for them to strafe the stalled Behemoth, and stand on the precipice of danger by planting thermal detonators on it. Several more died, and she growled.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]They didn’t have heavy enough firepower. Ivlyn couldn’t take out all of these Behemoths. The other things, sure, but the Behemoths? No. They were too large, and she would drain herself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Ivlyn pointed her arm forward, and let a particle beam blaster launch from it before her lightfoil returned to her hand. She rushed towards the Behemoth after the thermal detonators blew, jumping onto its back, running her lightfoils uselessly up its hide. She aimed, and thrust both lightfoils in her hands and the third that was hovering into the base of the neck of the creature. It may be able to withstand a lightsaber blade running up its hide - hopefully not too well - but three pinpointed at the base of its spine? Ivlyn was taking a risk, and it paid off.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The creature wailed for a short moment, before it was quieted, the vicious scrich of her attacking pulling life from the creature. Then, the Behemoth lay motionless.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]”Reform your front line. Now!” Ivlyn called out, her shocktroopers doing just that. Ivlyn looked to the lifeless robed body of the other adept, and glanced to a fellow Knight of the Mecorsa Order who was attempting to fend off a swarm of Festerers from another fallen adept.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]”How many have fallen? There are too many signatures for Thanatos to make sense of anything in his current state. My poor carapace is confused and scared.” Ivlyn thought to herself. Then, her voiced yelled in that head of hers. ”Thanatos! Pay attention. How many Mecrosa Order members have fallen?” Thanatos murmured back, before muttering out a three, but elaborating that only two of them were dead. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]”I shouldn’t have brought adepts. We only have two knights… squadron one, go reinforce Knight Pyas, and retrieve him and the fallen adept.” They moved to help the Calipsa noble, forming a formation around and by the knight to do just that.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]”Get her to the medevac!” Pyas called out in a metallic-sounding voice. He had a rebreather on, of course. His lightfoil cut through festerer after festerer, blaster fire sounding out from around them.[/SIZE]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

ANS SPEAR OF THE ALLIANCE​

doc:\\ranger-class star destroyer​

loc:\\space\orbit_of_byss​

Whoever designed this ship really didn't understand power allocation at all.

There were power shortages as the power allocation tables were adjusted to try and simultaneously equip resources toward engines, shields, and weapons -- usually in absolutely no particular order or priority system.

Then there were power surges, created when technicians over-compensated for some perceived imbalance or deficit in the power allocation tables, robbing Peter to pay Paul and doing it by sending the voltage equivalent of a sledgehammer through the ship.

...also, who even were Peter and Paul? And why were people always robbing Peter to pay him?

And then usually there were power outages caused by any combination of the foregoing. Which was where the engineers came in. Teams of technicians and droids scrambling up and down 1,200 meters of routed cable and component systems, trying to be the spacer's tape that held it all together.

For his part, BB had no idea what even was the deal with Byss. He kept hearing all this talk about the Dark Side.

Dark Side. Light Side. West Side. What even were people going on about? It sounded like organic turf wars in the visual spectrum if anyone asked his opinion. Which, they usually didn't. But, in any case, they were in orbit of a planet with a lot of blasting going on.

Of course, lately, blasting seemed to be all that was going on in the galaxy.

Organics were very trigger happy in that sense.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

FOB
With Omai Ren, [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Ivlyn Mecetti"] [member="Varex"], [member="Aryn Teth"]
Objective; Getting moving

The battle plan was ready. Omai Rhen had his trusted Jedi and Force users here. He knew of what this Order that he was the Grand Marshal of was capable. Trusting their instincts, and putting action ahead of anything else, it left him with very little to complain. Old faces and new, people he had fought and bled with over many worlds on the campaigns against the dark side. He knew that this world was full of the dark side, he could feel it, taste it. And the sithspawn? They were a worthy creation. Perfect for warming up the Force and preparing himself for the fight ahead.

He looked to the returning one of the group, the new Sentinel Commander, Coren Starchaser. “We’ll make sure we deal with the dark siders, old friend. But if the Grand Inquisitor feels that the other route may be able to get us through without too many of our own losses? We have the Guardians and Sentinels, we can send them to cause a distraction. Pathfinder teams have landed, and they’re more than capable beings. We’ll let them do their thing first.”

Looking to the group, he nodded. “We’re going to take this planet. We’re going to send the Sith back to the void of space, and to their own borders. Grab the gear you need. We are moving.” The Grand Marshall commanded. Varex, we will join you soon. Fight well, brave Inquisitor.

With the release from Omai, Coren moved. He had his Starhawk armor on, as the usual and his pistol was on his hip, same as his lightsaber. He wasn’t sure if he was going to need the range, but was debating the rifle. He finally shook his head. Tunnels? And those Sithspawn? Yeah, he was going to be going full lightsaber and ranged Force shots. He could handle this.

The thing was, he could feel the Mecrosa. And reaching out to Taeli, the one he knew would have the answer, he pushed a thought to the Force. What is with those ones? She would know what he meant.

Possibly before she could answer, Rhen turned to the group. “Raaf, Starchaser, you two have point. Lets move.” And yes, he was keeping them together to see how they worked together.

A grin crossed Coren’s face as he moved forward, lightsaber at the ready. Stepping between two landing craft, he called the Force to himself to throw up a bubble to protect those he knew to be his friends, from whatever would come at them, but before others would step forward, raced head long into the mass of the Sithspawn.

Aboard the Spear of the Alliance
[member="BB-4001A"]
[member="Cathul Thuku"]

Fighters were moving on the station, but the battle was being weakened here. Fallaxia was not a fool, and could feel the tremors in the Force, even just faintly. The battle was moving down to the atmosphere. Sithspawn were taking to the skies. And that was not going to go well for the folks on the ground. Order the Tiburons to continue their assault. Pass word on to Mako Squadron to get into the atmosphere. Close air-support.

“At once, Vice Admiral.” Came the call from her verbal assistant. The call was going through and the replies came in. The missile boats from the Tiburons were starting to launch their missiles to light up the stations while the Sullustan pilot in charge of the Makos reported in with an affirmative.

Bring us closer to the stations, give them something to shoot at. She wasn’t designed for this type of work, and it was definitely going to fall to the engineers to keep her shields up, but as long as they kept the hyperdrive primed, and the engines in a slow speed, they were going to be fine.

Fallaxia knew what she was doing.

“Alright, Maks, you heard the Vee-Ay. We’re tucking planetside. S-Foils to attack position once we hit the hard deck.” He hated flying in X-Wings, but while the E-Wings of Mako Squadron were undergoing maintenance, and the complete cluster that was the Alliance military lately, they needed people in ships. And Cuan Knn knew his pilots. They could fly anything.

“We’re going for the … what one again, Captain?” Came a call from one of his human pilots.

“The ugly one!” Shouted what could only be Mako 6.

“They’re all the ugly one!” Replied Mako 10, and that was followed by a chorus of laughs.

Even Cuan was grinning, well as well as a Sullustan could.

“Cut the chatter, folks. Fleet is sending us firing solutions, and our Pathfinders on the ground our lazing targets for us. Take them out with lasers as best you can. Some of the bigger ones, we’ll need to break into shield trios to handle.” He pushed the throttle faster, closing the distance, before the atmosphere started to slow him down.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: FOB
Objective: Assist the Grand Marshal and take part in the assault
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Varex"] [member="Ivlyn Mecetti"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Armaud Eden"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Cato Marek"]
Enemies: Eldaah Aderyn

'Probably Mecrosa Order members, an old Tapani assassin guild... that has ties to several Sith in history' was the response that reached Coren's mind as the Grand Marshal gave his orders. Of course she and Coren had to take point in the advance. Besides being two of the more experienced Masters present, the Grand Marshal was probably testing them to see how they would work together. Inquisitor and Sentinel, brash and reckless with cautious and collected. A dangerous combination.

Coren conjured a bubble and rushed headlong into danger, earning a small sigh from her as he pressed the attack against the Sithspawn and militia members serving the Sith. A true pity... that she had to destroy these marvelous creations. Luckily for her... she knew each one's weaknesses and strengths. It helped when one was their creator.

Green lightning arced from her fingers as she unleashed Electric Judgment on several monsters, using Coren's shield as cover to unleash devastating attacks on them. If one got close, or in the case of Festerers, emerged from the ground, her lightsaber would flash to protect his back. For all appearances, it would seem she was watching her fellow Jedi's back and making sure a path was cleared for the others.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Allies: [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Zark"] [member="Cato Marek"] [member="Ivlyn Mecetti"]
Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]

"On screen"

”This is Captain Alvor of the Halberd. We need to enter formation and form a defensive firing grid screen together. Our starfighters are returning. What is your starfighter complement?”

"Four squadrons of fast bombers, outfitted with two cluster missiles each, two squadrons of heavy bombers. Reinforcements are en route now" She then turned to the rest of the CIC. "Enter a defensinve firing grid screen with the Tapani fleet"

The fleet carefully maneuvered so that their firing arcs would be overlapping with the Tapanis', as it entered a formation as a defensive grid. With 48 cluster missiles fired in a proximity fuse, splitting up into five different projectiles, set to detonate between several of them, hundreds of Menacers could be killed, with their dead bodies torn apart. And the HVC rounds would simply plow through any Menacers they would find in their flight path, leading them to their deaths, but with each Menacer the 380mm rounds plow through, their momentum diminishes, and hence their ability to kill the foul Sithspawn. And firing the hundreds of turbolasers as they had hit Menacers at wildly varying ranges, but every turbolaser shot hit some mark, one way or another, because of their sheer density. However, the heavy bombers could only engage with their guns, such as Gauss guns and 40mm rippers: heavy bomblet generators weren't practical for engaging the Menacers except when they were directly underneath the craft. Those heavy bombers could outrun the Sithspawn all right, just that Gauss guns were not overly effective, or at least not as much as turbolasers, regardless of whether one talks about the 20mm variety as mounted on the Chiloons or the other varieties that are commonly mounted on fighters. They only just got started thinning the herd of Sithspawn, with reinforcements coming in from Widek, with several hits from Menacers registering on every capital ship in the fleet.

Spoiler: Medvac

ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser)
ANS Tylenol (Cardea-class medical cruiser)

64 M47 Illria ambulances

Spoiler: Escorts

Capital ships:

ANS Recluse (Recusant-X-class light destroyer) light shield damage
ANS Impugnment (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier) light shield damage
ANS Evil Rabbit (Krayiss-class escort frigate) light shield damage
ANS Money (Krayiss-class escort frigate) light shield damage

Attack craft:

6 Spirit-class picket corvettes
12 Mantis heavy bombers (endurance configuration)
48 Chiloon-I fighters

Spoiler: Reinforcements (ETA: 2 posts)

Capital ships:

ANS Seltos (Providence-X-class destroyer/carrier)
ANS Bulldozer (Felucia-class missile cruiser)
ANS Frivolous Lawsuit (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate)
ANS Due Process (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate)

Attack craft:

48 Chiloon-I fighters
48 Chiloon-II fighters

 

[Arahael]

Location: Moving through the city
Allies: GA, [member="Aryn Teth"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Zark"], [member="Ivlyn Mecetti"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="BB-4001A"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Armaud Eden"]
Enemies: Sith, [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]

Cato could see the Citadel, but the enemies that surrounded them required a slower approach. Rifles up and fingers on triggers, the troops methodically made their way up a main street. As they reached deeper in, Cato placed his off-hand on his pistol in tense anticipation of any ambushes. The whole city seemed to be living at this one moment for one purpose: To kill the Galactic Alliance.

Shadows from a street corner peaked his attention. Indicating caution to his troops at that point, Sithspawn piled out from the corner followed by blaster fire. Assuming a defensive stance, Cato braced for the swing of a Sithspawn, parrying in return. A decisive strike in return to the upper body made sure to dispatch of his opponent.

"Keep some rear cover! We don't want to be caught in a surprise attack from behind."

When the attack had been subdued, Cato unholstered his pistol from its' holster, urging the group to continue to the close by Citadel.

 

[Ivlyn Mecetti]

[SIZE=11pt]Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Varex"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Starships: 2 Gladius-class Heavy Command Frigates, 2 Essex-class starfighter killers, 2 Watcher-class corvettes, 3 Kalla-class corvettes, 5 Defender-class Light Corvettes[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Fighter Variables: 16 Sprite-class fighters, 8 Dauntless-class fighters, split equally into two separate squadrons.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]In Orbit[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Captain Alvor motioned for the transmission to be cut with a wave of his fingers pointed at his throat after the reply from their Galactic Alliance allies was received. He sighed, and pulled up the communications with the leader of the 34th Flotilla, Commodore Atrax Reena, who was in her command suite.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]”Reinforcements are incoming, sir. A defensive grid is being formed with the Alliance fleet as we speak.” Alvor said, the human quirking his head at the Reena noblewoman on the screen attached to his captain’s chair.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]”Understood, captain. Continue to fire at full strength at the Sithspawn. Once they are sufficiently eradicated, send the majority of the fighters back to aid on the ground. When you finally eradicate all Sithspawn, send the rest of the fighters to aid, and deploy the remaining four gunships.” After a wave, the Commodore’s smooth voice disappeared for the moment, as did the image of her face, when she cut the transmission.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]One of the Spirte-class fighters had their engine hit by a pair of menacers, and it tumbled out of control before the pilot ejected. The menacers killed the pilot, not seeming to care for the laws of space. Another Spirte-class fighter followed, the pilot killed by the same foul beasts that they all had to deal with. With the fall of each fighter came the weakening in the capability of their maneuver to fulfill its goal, as though lifeforce were being sapped from the fighter screen.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Explosions ripped across the hull of the Firestorm, the first of the two Essex-class starfighter frigates. Some of its turrets had been destroyed as it was targeted heavily by menacers, swarmed relentlessly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]”Shields critical.” Commander Yyrex called out on fleet comms as he swerved in his chair. The Twilek grit his teeth as the Firestorm was bombarded, and a Spirte-class fighter narrowly avoided becoming the third to be destroyed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]On the Ground[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Ivlyn and her fellow Mecrosa Knight, Pyas, were wielded their lightfoils beside [member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Taeli Raaf"] by the time the wounded adept had been retrieved. They were joined by the two surviving adepts, as well as a squadron of Tapani shocktroopers. Behind them, their frontline was slowly moving up further and further as enemies were cleared away, and they prepared for confronting the enemy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A gunship’s engines burst in the sky with waves of light and sound, creating fireworks that propelled the vessel downwards towards the ground. It would break that ground, with the creak of metal and the breaking of bones as it was swarmed by enemies, somewhere in front of the Jedi and the Mecrosa Order members. Ivlyn grunted, and looked up at the wyverns in the sky. She let one lightfoil hover, and raised the freed arm. Particle beam blaster fire launched upwards, striking what she could as her two floating lightfoils helped to defend her, and the shocktroopers on her side of the approaching formation. Ivlyn pressed her free hand to the side of her head. The shocktroopers would have better luck hitting those things than her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]”I need one squadron to cover the air with fire. Target those wyverns.” Ivlyn retrieved her hand for that hovering lightfoil of hers, slicing through a festerer as it rose from the ground in front of her, the adept behind her slicing at another one. Behind her, a squadron in the front line started firing at the enemies that flew from the sky like vultures - monstrous, serpentine vultures empowered by the dark side.[/SIZE]

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Armaud Eden"]

"Trying times...this might be a whole different level to Dagobah." In those swamps they'd been tracked by several apprentices of the dark side. Here it seemed as if the dark had unleashed hell itself

There were other things he wanted to say. Like: why do you have an owl? Did you bring the owl here or just find it?

"They're saying that from the citadel these things are rushing out like a wave."

Turning his wrist outwards, Trextan looked to the display on the inside of his artificial arm.

"New orders," he said. "A pocket of those things broke out of the main fight. One...particularly large one and a swarm of the others. There's no one else to stop them."

He looked around at the group he had. Barely a fire team and he didn't even know if Armaud would come with them. But what choice was there? At the very least they had to try and assess the danger.

 

[Lyra Sunfell]

A corvette dropped out of orbit, with Lyra standing on the bridge, arms crossed. She was weary and there were circles under her eyes and bruises fading on her temples. War had been ceaseless. It had gone from peace to nonstop war. Reports were fleeing through the comms. Sithspawn. The frown turned into a glare. She remembered them from the war along ago, back against the One Sith. Just like old times.

“Launch the gunships,” She said crisply. “Prepare all units for immediate deployment.”

Alarms blared through the ship as soldiers buckled on their gear and their weapons, forming into squads and platoons. Lyra’s armor was already buckled on. They had come straight from the last engagement at Widek and she was taking no chances. Not this time. Words and rumors of a ghost ship had been enough to make her very uncomfortable. Give her Imperial armor to fight, not eldritch monstrosities.

“Punch hard and fast through the enemy lines. Get us to the surface.”

The bridge crew nodded as their captain began his work of reaching the surface as close to unscathed as possible. The two gunships soared alongside, preparing cover fire for when they were attacked.

“Alliance actual,” Lyra said through the battle sphere comms. “This is Firebird Actual. We need cover to land on the surface. At least get us through the enemy fleet. Well handle it from there.”

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Coren Starchaser"] @Taeli Raff [member="Aryn Teth"]
————

He was too old for this. Veino ducked as an explosion ripped through the air around them. They were at the Forward Operating Vase as they advanced on the citadel. He hadn’t been on an open battlefield like this in years. His last real engagement had been rescuing Aeshi from the Rogue Sith prison on Castameer. Jail breaks, raids, skirmishes all lay in his forte, but he had hoped to leave open warfare behind him. But in this case, as he faced Sithspawn, there wasn’t much choice.

He had liberated his armor from storage and now stood with a band of younger Knights. They all eyed him suspiciously. His armor looked Sith-like, he would admit. It was a hallmark of the Jensaarai. Yet, he was clearly of the Light. If anything, he oracticallymshone with it. It was a side effect of dying three times and coming back three times. You lost your humanity, at least a part of it, every time you separated from the Force.

Yet it had wanted him here and so here he was. Not that he likes being surrounded with the new knights. None of her recognized him, although he had known some before they were apprentices.

Really, he was getting too old. His lightsaber crackled to life in his palm and he ran forwards, ducking between the Alliance forces to catch up with Raaf and Starchaser. He knew them. They were old hats by this time. Coren hadn’t changed any, that was for sure. Off he ran, straight into the enemy lines.

And so Veino followed, his boots pounding into the ground.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Fight to the tunnels
[member="Veino Garn"] [member="Lyra Sunfell"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Ivlyn Mecetti"] [member="Cato Marek"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Varex"]
Was he grunting and groaning? Yes. But it wasn’t really because he was being paired up to work with someone who may or may not echo him too closely. Yes, Coren Starchaser had learned from the dark side, had been a dark sider, before realizing his greater calling. But Taeli Raaf, she understood her own past and accepted it. Maybe there was a part in Coren that was trying to snuff his own past out, it didn’t matter. They were more similar than he cared to admit. Sure, he was a Sentinel by happenstance and she was much more the Consular, but they were both interested in the secrets of the dark side, finding them, and removing them from the Alliance.

He was the type who would do what he could to protect his team, and if that meant approaching some of the more radical uses of the Force? So be it. Taeli was using the so-called Electric Judgement, a power Coren was well versed in, but as he ran forward, lightsaber clashing with a Sithspawn, he was not focusing on that. As a second spawn arrived, he looked over his shoulder. Closing his eyes, and falling into the Force, the Jedi Master could feel the people aroud. Taeli, Omai Rhen, Mecetti, the members of the various arms of the New Jedi Order and Alliance military, the old friend in Veino Garn.

He could also feel the Force, the ebbs and flows, and the darkness in the Sithspawn. Reaching out to the one that was approaching, he pushed with the style of the Aing-Tii, and pushed hard. Around the incoming sithspawn, the gravity was changing, space was being warped, all before the large Sithspawn vanished with a pop, and reappearing 60 feet into the air. Smaller spawn were being pulled to that event horizon before it moved, giving others a momentary reprieve.

Omai Rhen was following his Masters, the ones he was pairing together on purpose. The ones he wanted to prove could work together. Coren was a firebrand and not one who would think before jumping into combat. Taeli was a bit of the opposite, from some accounts. He could see them working together and becoming a pair who would help lead the Alliance over the darkness, and cleanse any encroaching darkness from the ranks.

But now, the Jedi Weapon Master was not looking to split hairs. He needed to get his people into the tunnels. He had sent the Vaemath ahead to assist the Jedi General Teth. And that meant there was a limited time before either the Sith, or collateral damage could risk the lives of these Jedi. Blue lightsaber ignited, and close on the heels of Raaf and Starchaser, Rhen was running into battle. Sithspawn were falling to his blade, and his telekinetic shoves and tosses of debris. When he felt the Force from Coren move one of the spawn, he leapt forward, hurling his lightsaber at the beast as it dropped.

“We need to get inside.” He called out to those around. His lightsaber back into his hand, and back to the battle, with the tried and true finesse of someone who has been fighting the battles for the light side for entirely too long

In Orbit:

Standing on her bridge, watching the battle unfold, Fallaxia nodded. There were fighter teams and strike forces making the move. A challenge she heard was that there were more gunships deploying. She looked to her verbal assistant. Send Tiburons. We’ll cover that station, the majority of its emplacements are gone.

“Firebird Actual, this is Spear of the Alliance, sending our strike fighters your way. Good hunting!” The man said.

Watching the change in tactics, the Spear began firing on the station emplacements, and moving closer, ready to deploy boarding crafts. The Tiburons, Coren Starchaser’s personal squadron, was flying for the Firebird gunships, E-Wings, TIE Exalts, and missile boats. “We’ll punch a hole for you, Firebird. Stay on our six.” Came the call as the ships moved into position, dictated by the shared targeting.

 

[Sol Stazi]

Allies: [member="Lyra Sunfell"] [member="Esaat Kopos"] [member="Cenn Kothari"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Armaud Eden"] [member="Cato Marek"]
Objective: Combat Drop

"LZ is too hot! We can't get you all the way!"

"Stay in formation, stoopa!" Lieutenant Sol Stazi of the Sixty-First Mobile Infantry's first platoon roared into his headset over the sounds of flak and of the bulky CR90 corvette's outer hull straining against Byss' lower atmosphere, "Its only a little farther! Stay in-"

There was a loud whump sound and the duros army officer was nearly thrown off his feet as the force of something big and close by jostled the Firebird hard enough for them to really feel it inside.

"Gloam One One, do you copy?" Sol demanded a status report, struggling his way through the mass of soldiers waiting to deploy over to an external sensor panel, "Gloam One One respond!"

"Oh Force, they're going down! Gloam One One's been hit!" a panicked voice cried over the company's battlecomms, "This is suicide! We're breaking off!"

"Negative, Gloam One Two!" but it was already too late, the lieutenant could see on external sensors that their second gunship escort had pulled up and out of the intense surface to air barrage all around them, "Karabast! Dusk One to Dusk Actual, we've got a U-Wing down! Gloam One One is down, we've got a bird down in the city!"

"Prepare for rapid insertion, Dusk One."

"Karabast!" Lieutenant Stazi screamed again, pounding the bulkhead before shoving his way back through the masses towards the landing ramp, "Twilight listen up! Change of plans, stand by to drop!"

A chorus of cheers rang out throughout the troop bay as Sol struggled to re-secure his harness. This far into the city, there was very little in the way of viable landing grounds for something the size of a CR90, so the Firebird would be idling several dozen meters above their new unintended drop point. Twilight would rappel the rest of the way down, just as their ancient ancestors might have done. Sometimes, it was difficult to top an old fashioned approach.

Their original objective had been to attack and destroy any anti-air emplacements in areas of the city deemed too sensitive for orbital bombardment by Therapy Command and other Alliance elements in orbit. Across an urban sprawl such as Ruling City, that was a lot of targets, some of them frustratingly close to the Defense Force's overall objective; the Imperial Citadel. To that end, their planned landing zone had been scouted by Pathfinders as a weak point in the city's defensive network, and optimal location from which to launch strikes crippling cultist emplacements.

Now, as the duros lieutenant slid down a rope through a hail of blaster crossfire, he realized he had no idea where the hell they were, especially in relation to their objective. He only knew that they were most certainly not in a weak point, that their new landing zone was extremely unsecured. And now they had two missions. Complete their original task, and fight their way over to Gloam One One's crash site to secure the gunship wreck and check for any survivors.

 

[Esaat Kopos]

Nearby: [member="Sol Stazi"], [member="Cenn Kothari"], [member="Kyle Farnes"]


Silence.

Then a dull, low ringing like a knife dragged across a ceramic plate.

It grew louder as the light crept back in and blossomed the surrounding world in color like the rising sun over a field of flowers. Except, there were no flowers. Only war.

Rubble lined the ground as red wasps of plasma and energy arced through the air, slamming into stone, metal, plasteel, and flesh alike with what were slowly turning into faint pops at first, and then crashes as his hearing returned.

"'Join the Army,' they said." He picked up the blaster rifle that had by some miracle remained nearby following the explosion, and with swift feet moved from the open toward some sort of nearby cover. "'It'll be easy' they said!" Three shots popped from the rifle in a desperate, and fleeting, effort to suppress the enemy even just a little to aid his progress. "Stupid bastards!"

Esaat was a Specialist with the Seventh Division, Second Regiment; Pathfinders. Their objective going into Byss had been simple: establish a primary landing zone to drop off the initial invasion force, a second one to evacuate casualties, and-- if time and resources allowed-- a third somewhere further away from the initial one to deploy forces to pincer the city if the need arose. But, as greater men than Specialist Kopos once said, "The first casualty of war is planning."

A spattered group of infantry from some unit or another had found themselves pinned down a few blocks into the city from the third landing sight, their apparent task to neutralize some anti-aircraft guns since the Alliance wouldn't be able to bomb them without risking heavy civilian casualties. Bravo Company, where he was assigned, was tasked with infiltrating the city, working to the trapped unit, and assisting them with their objective. That was exactly where he was, on phase one of that hasty plan: stuck behind a low wall with four other men facing a hail of blaster fire and the maws of ravenous beasts from two or three sides.

Across the courtyard Esaat spied his Team Leader shouting orders at him amidst the cacophony of the ongoing firefight. A look was cast toward the man to tacitly ask if he was stupid, or simply addled. With an almost comical roll of his eyes and head, the Corporal squawked the radio-button on his headset and spoke into it. "Get your rear over here, and do it yesterday. We're pushing through contact. Keep your spacing, grab a guy or two, and clear out the first floor of this building behind me." The mid-thirties man couldn't help but snort at the almost nagging tone his mid-twenties leader took with him before offering the simple reply of, "Roger that... Mother."

The man beside him may or may not have been in his team. To be honest, in the mess that was the fighting he wasn't really sure, but a quick gesture across the road toward the building in question seemed to be a fine enough idea to him. Certainly preferable to stagnating in one spot. They bounded alternatingly, like a slinky down stairs where each movement was past the end-state of the previous one. First was a near-shattered support column for Esaat, then the near-side street corner for the other man, across for Esaat, and finally to the door for his compatriot. A firm squeeze indicated that Kopos was stacked, and in half a second the other man kicked the door in. As per the Platoon's doctrine, the first man went left, he went right. What he saw, though, he was most assuredly not expecting.

Four eyes lit up in the dark corner of the room, reflections of the distant, damaged shudders on the far side that shown some of the cloudy day's light. The blaster rifle was jerked up to meet the potential threat as the flashlight on its end flickered to life. Instead of finding what he was expecting- some manner of creature waiting to pounce- the sight was far more tame, and in his mind more frightening. A woman, curled up tightly in the corner, tugged firmly around a small child; both stared up at him with fear etched into their eyes. A firm, "Clear!" from his comrade snapped Esaat from the trance. He lowered the light from their faces with a small step forward. The pair recoiled as though expecting him to do to them what the creatures without were trying to do to he and his. Instead, a small chocolate bar was procured and handed over- or more accurately, set on the ground in front of them. This brief lull in the fighting was again broken by the same man who this time clasped him on the shoulder firmly. They shared a look, a nod, and returned to the outside street. Esaat's thumb went up toward the frantic Team Leader before the Corporal motioned the rest of the team up, and in a few seconds they were mobile once more.

God he hated city fighting.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Allies: [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Zark"] [member="Cato Marek"] [member="Ivlyn Mecetti"]
Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]

“Alliance actual,” Lyra said through the battle sphere comms. “This is Firebird Actual. We need cover to land on the surface. At least get us through the enemy fleet. Well handle it from there.”

"This is Therapist Actual, we are busy engaging the Sithspawn in orbit; we're providing orbital cover"

With medvac busy tending to the wounded, from a position some 13 km above the Citadel, she hoped that the enemy didn't fire at the medvac, Sithspawn or not; she knew since Aleen that Sithspawn would fire at medvac if they could do so. But, at the same time, the reinforcements from Widek have arrived, programming their missiles to fire as proximity fuses, and, in fact, that was the only way they could even use missiles in an environment where they can't lock on to any specific Sithspawn. And, in one volley, there would be 450 concussion missiles, most of which were fired in MIRV forms, fired in many different directions, claiming the lives of several Menacers for every hit scored. So the cloud of Sithspawn was starting to feel less thick, especially after firing over 700 turbolasers at the cloud of Sithspawn after the missiles were launched. For now, the defensive grid held in orbit, albeit with some shields that took larger amounts of damage as the Sithspawn continued firing, and also eating through some spots in the hulls. Trapped between two forces, the Sithspawn were dying left and right but they kept fighting, albeit at much-reduced strength.

Spoiler: Medvac

ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser)
ANS Tylenol (Cardea-class medical cruiser)

64 M47 Illria ambulances

Spoiler: Escorts

Capital ships:

ANS Recluse (Recusant-X-class light destroyer) medium shield damage
ANS Seltos (Providence-X-class destroyer/carrier)
ANS Bulldozer (Felucia-class missile cruiser)
ANS Impugnment (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier) medium shield damage
ANS Frivolous Lawsuit (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate)
ANS Due Process (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate)
ANS Evil Rabbit (Krayiss-class escort frigate) heavy shield damage
ANS Money (Krayiss-class escort frigate) heavy shield damage

Attack craft:

6 Spirit-class picket corvettes
11 Mantis heavy bombers (endurance configuration)
92 Chiloon-I fighters
48 Chiloon-II fighters

 

[Cenn Kothari]

[member="Sol Stazi"], [member="Esaat Kopos"], [member="[/B]Kyle Farnes[B]"]

The ringing of blasters and the roaring of beasts, while unfamiliar, was comforting in some way to the man. It provided a direction, a purpose, one that would be willfully followed by this son of Mandalore. He was almost lost in the chaos, taking the sights in with awestruck wonder. A firm push jostled him from his state of reverie, causing him to blink in confusion, his eyes taking their time to refocus on the battle ahead.

Charlie Companies’ advance was swift at first, pressing forward through pockmarked streets and shattered architecture. At least until they crossed onto the central thoroughfare. Overturned speeders and a veritable bastion of entrenchments, each possessing a score militia, blocked their way as twisted Sithspawn, perverse machinations of Sith Alchemy streamed from the alleys and side streets, attacking their flanks.

Such perspectives finally caught up to Cenn forcing him to duck behind fallen rubble, nearly dropping his rifle, as bolts of charged energy flew over his head. They were pinned, there was no better word for it, slowly being whittled away by corrupted beasts or stray bolts of energy. Advancing to assist Twilight Company would be an impossible endeavor, if the situation did not change. Biting his lower lip the Mandalorian spent the next few seconds in thought, not one to test fate by trading fire with the fortified militia, trying to formulate in his mind a strategy to get those immediately around him- and more importantly himself- out of the poor situation they are in.

With furrowed brows and sharp inhalation Cenn set his rifle aside and gripped a pair of red grenades, quickly rising from decrepit cover, and lobbed them as far as his arms could. Streams of smoke began to leak from the orbs as they fell to the ground, clattering along the rubble covered street. The ejected gas creating a veritable cloud of mist, wrenching sight of the street from the Militia. More grenades followed soon after, expanding the size of the cloud.

The hail of blaster fire still streamed through, illuminating the smoke to various degrees, but there was no precision in these bolts. “Advance,” barked their team leader over the din of battle, eager to breach the veritable bastion of speeders, that had slowed them so.

“Wonderful, this couldn’t possibly go wrong,” Cenn remarked to himself, though renewed urgency pushed him forward, and he hastily gripped his rifle, firing wayward bursts through the cloud, sprinting after the bolts with the others of Charlie Company. He couldn’t help but hum the Vode An between breaths.

 

[Corey's OOC]

This was not the ideal place for Kyle, and he knew it. Hell, he mentioned it to his CO right before they were deployed. Not in a I am not going, but in a sir, do you really think this is the best place for me, kind of way. But that was before he even saw the battleplans. Getting landed outside a city? Well, that changed everything. Kyle was always happy to be dealing with a city scape. That kind of changed it all. But still, he was not really ready for the Sithspawn and everything else that was coming at him.

Word was the Jedi were even deployed to this world? Weren’t they like… the trouble makers of the galaxy at times? It didn’t matter, what mattered right now was that he kept firing. Running from his last position, outside the landing craft, he slid behind a wall, getting cover. A deep breath and he checked the stock and ammo charge on his rifle. Good. He had ammo.

What more did he need? Targets. And orders. He heard a call to get into the building. Perking up, and then dropping down to dodge blaster bolts, the Pathfinder grinned. Looking to one of his company mates, he nodded. “Give me cover fire, goin’ for the building.” He said as the Trando perked up and squeezed a few shots off. With that, Kyle made a run, taking one, two, three shots at the enemy before sliding into the wall, and getting up along side it. He took a peak around the corner before making his way to the steps.

He needed the vantage point. His Trando squadmate followed, with another human. They were going to have to get control of that street. Before those … things came around. "This is Besh team, moving to a higher vantage." The human in his group said over the comm.

[member="Cenn Kothari"]
[member="Esaat Kopos"][member="Sol Stazi"]