We Will Not Forgive | First Order Invasion of Silver Jedi Order Held Ossus Hex

[Kal Visna]

Location: Mountain Pass
Allies: SJO
Enemies: FO, [member="Asharad Graush"]
Objective: Rout the enemy force

As the Forsworn soldiers were pouring in, Darren's own men begun the attack on the enemy, their flank rendered insecure. The end of this battle was to be upon them, Kal shouted to his rangers pointing at the incoming waves "This is it men! There shall be no victory for them in the Pass. Rout them like the rats they are!"

The rangers and the 6 tanks went full out on the enemy soldiers, the battle raged long enough, what they were trying to accomplish was no longer a concern of his, Kal saw no way out for the enemy than retreat or destruction, he was confident this was going to be over soon and because of that, he rushed forward to meet the weakened enemy head-on in an attempt to cleave through them with his lightsaber all while his tanks and troops would be shooting and slowly advancing. All the blood split on the ground no longer seemed important to anyone, not now, not until it was finally over and all these men loved and hoped to protect was safe, on this day two things were to be achieved: Justice for the fallen and peace for the living.

Among the dead soldiers on the battlefield the padawan could feel a storm inside him, anger, sadness, remorse, pity... Still he was no jedi of old, he would fear none of these and while ignoring the unnecessary ones, he would make room for those he needed and fight on the seemingly endless battle until this shadow that has been cast upon them would be banished. With the fire inside these rangers, a message was to be sent to the forces of darkness and unlike before it did not matter if it had to be written in blood...

"Here ends the abyss."

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

LOCATION: Trapped in the mountain path
OBJECTIVE: Clear the path for escape
ENEMIES: [member="Asharad Graush"]
ALLIES: [member="Darren Torran"]
GEAR: Blade of the Satvas, Blaster, Lightsaber, Mandalorian Power Shield, Armorweave


The Sith Lord’s Force Scream and the burning pain in her leg from the Amphistaff bite caused the Rogue Jedi to crumple to the ground. She glanced over at Darren who had his hands over his ears, fighting through the massive waves of dark energy which threatened to paralyze the both of them. The only saving grace is that Setzi realized that type of anguished scream meant their enemy had lost a little bit of control, and his howl from the abyss was his attempt at regaining it.

Too weak to witness the Force ghost of the Zabrak father, the Rogue Jedi clung to consciousness.

Focus, Setzi. Darth Pyrrhus owned an amphistaff too. What can you remember about it? The poison… takes… twenty hours to fully kill a human.

I have twenty hours to live.

And perhaps she could heal herself or extract the venom with a blade to slow its effects, but first they had to get off the bloody mountain path!

With telepathy, Setzi sent Darren a message: I’m going to move the rocks to the north with what little strength I have left. I’m poisoned, and drained by the darkside of the Force and after I do this, I may lose total consciousness. You can do it, friend. Just hold him off long enough for me to clear this path so we can head back to the base.

First she activated the Mandlorian Power Shield and then on hands and knees like the Sith Lord’s dog, she reached out to fling the rocks and boulders from the path so that they would be able to eek by. However her sheer concentration on this task did make her vulnerable to another attack.

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Location: Jungle of Ossus, somewhere in the vicinity of the Academy
Objective: Engage and Destroy the Jedi
Allies: The First Order | [member="Caehl Ren"]
Opposition: The Silver Jedi Order | [member="Romi Jade"]
Equipment: In Signature

Only time would tell if Caehl would follow the directions given, although she had no doubt he would cede to her authority when it came to the duel ahead. She felt them, the Omega, holding back per her orders, allowing the Knight her moment and her battle.

A deep chuckle rumbled out, the mechanical whine from her vocalizer almost grating on the ears with the pitch.

”Go away? Are you bored of me already?”

The flirty tone belied the crimson gaze that was locked on her target from behind metal and duraplast, a calculating look as she took in the Jedi’s blade, stance, and behavior. Amused as her attention wavered to the other Knight, the urge to take advantage of the momentary distraction there, but patience winning out. Tilting her head to the side, her lips curled up into a smile as her eyes dropped to the hands wrapped around the metal hilt, preparation for an attack or ready to defend, the movement spiked the bloodlust, power snapping within as her blade spring to life with the slightest application of the Force.

”I would hate to disappoint before we even began. I promise I can satisfy, without his assistance.”

The crimson blade hissed and snapped as she swung it in an easy circle, testing the girl's reflexes, reaction time, and nerves. The simple move, should it cause her to jump or her fingers to tighten around the hilt of her own blade, would reveal tension and nerves that could be used to her advantage. The Force brought few emotions to Ara's attention, no fear or anger overpowering the Aura surrounding the blonde, strictly the waiting stillness she imagined they both exhibited. Another step forward, the gap between the pair growing smaller, Ba’Vanim held up in a version of the traditional salute, one opponent respecting another.

Eyes flashed behind the visor, the temptation to dash forward and let her blade continue the dance they'd started with words burning behind them. Yet, as she dropped her blade out of the salute, feet shifting to a feigned offensive stance, Ara reached out with the Force instead, wrapping an invisible hand around her opponent's throat and pulled, attempting to drag the girl to her.

A non-traditional move, meant to throw the Jedi off balance and disorient her at least, to bring the fight to the Knight at best. Why exert herself when she could use the tools available to their fullest? A satisfied sigh rolled off her lips as she felt the warmth of Darkness respond. It felt good to be whole again.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Aegis Base Mountain Pass.
Objective: Break the Jidai.
Allies: Forsworn Legion.
Enemies: Silver Jedi.
Directly Engaging: [member="Setzi Lunelle"], [member="Darren Torran"]

The Sith Lord had pushed himself back up to his feet while his two opponents struggled with recovering from the Force Scream. While the tainted Jedi struggled to hobble away, leaving her friend behind as he saw it, he swept his head around to the Zabrak that clenched his head. In that time, the Dark Side of the Force was sucked into the Sith Lord as his lightsabre was replaced on his belt.

Peace is a lie.

The immediate area around them darkened. Both in the literal and spiritual sense, though lesser in the plane of reality. A'sharad had never known peace, from being raised on Prakith with the One Sith and his Sith Lord father, he had been conceived to slay Jedi he had been told since his earliest memory. He had even done so when the Galactic Republic had descended on the planet of Prakith and they had been repelled. Yet, his training was not completed.

Everything went into his training. Time, all of his emotional capacity, though he knew little else but rage, and the passion he held for his House. To return his House to greatness. His first step, cutting his father down after cutting tongue from mouth.

There is only...

In the left hand of Graush's palm a sphere of pure malevolent Dark Side energy, tinted red grew as sulfuric yellow orbs burned brightly behind the Vornskr mask before transitioning between a dark, yet simultaneously bright yellow, to a rage filled crimson.

But after the One Sith collapsed, there had only one option for the lost Sith Acolyte... And that had been the First Order. His force sensitivity made it easy to pass physical examinations, his father's teachings made it easy to pass through the Officer's Academy, and it had been a short journey from Colonel to Supreme Commander. And now here he was, being repelled from a Padawan? He inspired fear, respect, and loyalty in the Order's Armed Forces. And through that, the Forsworn Legion was born. But only for one purpose, for the First Order was unmatched in the entirety of the Galaxy in this one aspect...

War.

Eventually buffeted by both the Dark and Light Side of the Force, A'sharad's 'vortex' of gathering malevolent energy accepted the reflected energy and in the typical way of Dark Siders, bent and twisted it for his own devices. The Light Side that followed was only a slight delay, but soon that Ashlan energy, became Bogan.

By the time the Jedi Padawan recovered from whatever it was that delayed him, a physical representation of the Rage A'sharad constantly felt, the swirling energy of the Force, roughly the size of the Zabrak's own torso launched towards him in their point-blank distance.

Death.

A'sharad was simple, for he only sought two things in life.

To wage war, and the ability to wage war.

And he had already acquired the latter.

 

[Wilhelmine Dahma]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ta0pjS41YoE[/youtube]​

Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Achim Veers"], [member="Gerhard Maxim"], [member="Asharad Graush"]
Enemies: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Elijah King"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] and [member="Elijah King"]
Objective: Take down the Immobilizer and ram the Bahamut
Location: Ossus, Asteroid Field

“By contrast, there was one thing that she questioned from whoever was in command on the surface: why couldn't the Aegis Base garrison call in an airstrike? Or fire artillery, from tanks or otherwise?”

Obviously Morro couldn’t answer this conundrum which bandied around Admiral Med-Beq’s brain, but if she could, before she ventured a guess, she would marvel at the insecurity that SJO leadership had towards their peers. Then she would postulate that the result of that was due to no clear leadership within the Silver Jedi. Furthermore they were peaceniks, tea drinkers and philosophers… not a military machine. Except for Med-beq, the Chiss officer would not have been able to name one prominent figure in the sect, but perhaps that was her inexperience with these specific lightsiders.

And in that way, ignorance was bliss.

“The Gypsy won’t last through this next round, Captain Banning,” explained Morro after reading the latest damage report. “I suggest we have it retreat to the support transports disguised as trade vessels on the Parlemian Trade Route.”

“Agreed. Pull it out of formation. I don’t want to lose even one ship to these cretins.”

But when Morro ordered the Gypsy to retreat, they answered with a resounding no. “We will press on with the-” Captain Banning interrupted, his voice steeped in malice. “No! You are going against orders and if you survive this, you will all be promptly court martialed upon returning to Dossun."

This was the first time Morro had to deal with not only subordination, but the chance of losing some of her crew. But what could she expect? The Gypsy never did recover from their earlier mistake.

“They want to ram the Bahamut, Sir. And truthfully, Rausgeber is in a little bit of trouble right now.”

“Fine, have those suicidal fools do it. For Sieger Ren!”

The ailing corvette careened towards Admiral King’s flagship, ramming straight into the bridge, its reactor detonating as it hit the ship. A fireball exploded signaling the death of the entire crew.

Morro and Banning took the other corvettes on yet another pass at the Immobilizer, trying to critically damage the ship, targeting the gravity well projectors to take it out of the fleet.

Ship Name/Type/Shield Integrity/Hull Integrity/Firing At:
FIV Polaris - Charger-class Escort Corvette - 40%/100%/Lucrehulk & fighters
FIV Audacity - Charger-class Escort Corvette - 35%/100%/Lucrehulk & fighters
FIV Vengeance - Charger-class Escort Corvette - 50%/100%/Lucrehulk & fighters
FIV Poignard - Fortan II, Heavy Corvette - 55%/100%/Lucrehulk & fighters
FIV Gypsy - Fortan II, Heavy Corvette - 0%/0%/Lucrehulk & fighters
FIV Vulture - Fortan 11, Heavy Corvette - 45%/100%/Lucrehulk & fighters
FIV Satellite - Bolt II, Picket Corvette - 30%/100%/Lucrehulk & fighters
FIV Cobra - Bolt II, Picket Corvette - 50%/100%/Lucrehulk & fighters

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Location: Ossus, Shadow Enclave, Entrance to tunnels.​

Allies: [member="Jairdain"], [member="Varas Kyrel"] First Order​

Enemies: [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] SJO.​

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Equipment: Darth Vader's Armor, Vader's Bane Lightsaber, T-7 Disruptor Rifle Evasive-13 Individual field disruptor Ion-Class Personal Shield Generator​

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Kyrel was not surprised by the appearance of the Jedi that had blocked his path. Even more so as he rose up to meet him in a stride the man poorly attempted to mock him which he grew very annoyed with or at the very least found it somewhat irritating if not for the fact Vader's Bane was feeding him more rage than he could handle, but not only would the Saber affect him, it would also affect his opponent. It would connect with his darkness in some form and even attempt to corrupt him, but all Kyrel wanted to do was kill the man and so he would. He kept his saber lowered before speaking his voice sounding so cold through the vocabulater. "If you really think mocking me will work to your advantage then you are mistaken." ​

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And with that he raised his saber being cautious as he made the first move moving slowly trying to get a feel for the man... He was very powerful indeed, but so was Kyrel he would not stop till his mission was complete, and the only one that dared to stop him was the one standing right in front of him, and that he could not allow. ​

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He then moved to go for his enemy, raising his saber with one hand and attempted a horizontal slash across his torso, before switching up tactics in an attempt to confuse him and attempted to cut off his weapon hand, he wished to end the fight quickly as his mission was of highest priority and he wished to see it through. If his attack worked he would hopefully go past him, and if not he would attempt a series of power attacks, driving him into the tunnels. ​

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H5tB45Sf1As​

Location: Ossus, Shadow Enclave
Enemy: [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Ally: [member="Marek S'hadar"]


The Sith, or Ren or whatever, was arrogant. He could tell that. But despite Josh's scathing remarks, one thing remained the same. He was calm. He was completely calm, and didn't seem to falter in the face of a powerful challenger. It was as though this didn't bother him at all. He remained confident, didn't seem bothered by the Ren refuting his remarks.

"I don't know, man" He responded casually, smiling cheekily as he would brandish his lightsaber. The blue blade glowed as he spun it about between his fingers, as he would slowly walk toward his opponent. As he did, he looked him dead where his eyes should be. There was no fear in Josh's face... No stress. He was calm, and seemed confident indeed.

"You're doing a pretty good job of mocking yourself with that get-up. Did your husband make that for you?"

Ren would slash horizontally, going straight for Josh's torso. Josh calmly hopped back with one foot, wasted no motion as he would hop backwards again at the next attack and land on the other foot. He continued to hop backwards from one foot to the other as the two made their way into the tunnels, waiting for a gap in his defenses before going for the counterattack. His expression remained the same throughout, not an inch of stress seeming to be visible on the outside.

Josh would charge the moment that his swing ended, attacking with a series of power attacks of his own that aimed straight for his head, forcing Ren to cover his head if he was to keep from having his helmet slashed open. After several attacks to the top, the Jedi Master would go for the toe kick on the Ren's torso, not intending to damage it but intending to knock him off balance. With his armor, it protected him heavily, but it also meant there was quite a bit of bulk to deal with. A lower attack could easily knock him off balance and leave him open for an easy attack. Regardless of if the attack worked, the Jedi Master would suddenly dart to the Ren's side and try to thump the hilt of the saber into the side of his neck, another attempt to knock him off balance before spinning the saber forwards again and attempting to slash downward through the shoulder with one hand.

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Location: Ossus City
Objective: Defend against dark forces
Allies: [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Darren Torran"] | [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | SJO and allies
Enemies: [member="Mishel Zanteres"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | The First Order and allies

The First Order drop-ships could be seen rising far above. Either they were starting to move out for another attack, or pulling back to let the Jedi burn. Stephanie patted a Ranger on the back as they ran past, slowing down and breathing hard as the battle raged on in and around the city.

Taking a minute, the young Padawan glanced left and right, and then span around a corner beside a pile of smoking brick and knelt down, placing the saber hilt on the ground and holding her hands to her chest.

She drowned out the noise and the chaos and the ringing in her ears and let the Force sooth her body and calm her, and touch her allies in the surrounding area.

"Whatever the outcome of this battle, we did our best. We did not stop. We did not run. We did not give in. The Jedi defended, protected and repelled."

Another small explosion in the distance.

"My friends and allies, draw in the Force around you and find it's strength. Unite with it and unite with each other. The Force will guide you and the Force will protect you."

An engine screamed above.

"The dark forces will not take this day. Even if they take the planet, they will not take this day. This will be a day the Silver Jedi proved itself and you stood strong in the face of adversity. If I can become as strong as you all, if we can teach others this strength and trust in the Force, then the Light will shine brighter in the galaxy."

Her voice was hushed almost in prayer, but she touched on as many as she could with her aura.

Eyes opening, she gripped her hilt and rose from bended knee. There was much to do still before the battle was over.

 

[Darren Torran]

Location: Ossus - Aegis Base
Objective: Crush the enemy.
Allies: SJO & Allies | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Dusaro Dresari"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Garith Organa"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] | [member="Kal Visna"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Douglas Starwind"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]e | [member="Rapax"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Kat Decoria"] | [member="Eri'anya Forr"] | [member="Marek S'hadar"]
Enemies: The FO | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Luther Ando"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Theo Katarn"] | [member="Jairdain"] | [Member="Prelait Mantis"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Venthis Zambrano"] | [member="Ara Zambrano"] | FO Ground Troops and Landing Shuttles
Engaging: [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Setzi Lunelle"]

Darren couldn't move in time to avoid the blast. He was thrown back a few feet, his lightsabers flying to the side and hitting the rock with a clink. It had winded him - and he wasn't getting up anytime soon. The Zabrak rolled, his chest heaving as he did so.

Grasping his chest, Darren attempted to get to his feet, but to no avail. Come on, get up! You need to get up! Fight. Back.

Gasping for air, the Sith would only roughly be able to make out what Darren was saying "Come on. Kill me when I'm on my knees, that is what you Sith like to do. You have no honour, you don't even understand the meaning of the word. You kill anyone, the weak, the innocent. But you're outnumbered - Sith. Your men, if you took the time to look beyond the rocks, are few and far between. Those who are left have either surrendered or will be dealt with shortly. There are at least 250 of my men left - fully armed and trained to kill your kind."

Darren had started to get his breath back now, he pushed himself to his feet, using his knee to do so. "The way I see it is that you have two choices. You kill me right here, right now, and you attempt to take on 250 highly trained and fully armed soldiers solely - or you leave while you have the chance, and wait until another day to face me again. So, what do you choose, Sith?"

The man pulled his lightsabers to his palms with the force, attempted to straiten his stature. "I'm ready for you, if you choose the former."

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Kulthis​

Objective: Sway the Stenax​

Allies: [member="The Major"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Ezra Klev"]​

Enemies: The Silver Jedi Order | Stenax?​

The determination of the enemy was admirable.

The glare in the Stenax's eyes as he charged towards the petite woman told Samka all she needed to know of her foes... or followers. They were as strong and devoted as their fearsome appearance suggested. Pushing past her Dark grip on the creature's neck was impressive.

Samka weaved to the side of the mighty Stenax's blow with a typical show of agility, her level expression making the speedy manoeuvre look casual. Only when she had positioned herself slightly to the front and side of the Stenax guard did she ignite her blade. There was no fancy swish or flick, all it took was a simple ignition for the crimson saber to pierce through the back of the attacker's ankle. It was a crippling blow that the Ren was only able to pull off so apparently flawlessly because she was used to opponents overextending themselves in an initial attack. The Stenax was all spirit, no real technique.

But the spirit was impressive.

"You did well," Samka informed her foe, a moment before she swung her blade to decapitate the beast. There could be no risk of alerting the populace just yet.

She strolled up the staircase, maintaining an even pace as she dispatched the less impressive specimen struggling with her Choke on the floor, until she reached the great stone doors.

"This," she breathed heavily, unable to hide a large grin on her face, the expression somehow more demonic than anything the Stenax had showed so far, "is where the fun truly begins."

A mighty blast of kinetic energy threw the Temple doors open and with it, Samka unleashed a storm of Dark Lightning. The bolts fell indiscriminately around her, blasting through stone and smashing ornaments. It all had to be a good show. She strode forwards, letting the bolts of the Dark Side, fuelled by her hidden passions, rain destruction around her. The great hall was full of worshipers, taken aghast as the Ren entered, many fleeing for a safer distance.

On the opposite side of the room, a small stone idol of the Stenax God, Vol, flew from it's pedestal and into Samka's grasp. To the uninitiated with the Force, it would seem the idol chose to come to her of its own design. It had chosen her.

The Lightning died down and a silence decended upon the Temple. The break from calling upon the Force was necissary. Although Samka's smooth expression, body language and tone would betray nothing of the sort. The display and mixture of different powers had exhausted her for the moment.

"Vod is displeased," Samka's voice carried over the room, firm and authoritative. "You allow the weak to dominate this world, this entire system and you have done nothing to fight back. He's sent me here to change that."

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

[Ossus - orbit]

Objective: Hold the line
Allies: [member="Elijah King"]
Enemies: [member="Morro"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

Any other concerns to bring to me today?”

Lieutenant Commander Phelps asked.

"We must not let the enemy flagship crash upon the planetary shield; the First Order already caused enough civilian casualties! One million civilian casualties is one million too many! I will not allow any additional civilian casualties to happen! Force the Menace to collide against his interdictor! If you cannot, reverse polarity on the tractor beams, shove it out of the shield's path! Additionally, hold off firing at the Menace until safe distance from the shield has been established" Jessica blared onto the comm channel open towards the heavily-damaged Bahamut, realizing the urgency of the situation.

Tractor beams on the nearest shield gate (with respect to the Menace) began acquiring a target lock on the Menace, and also the tractor beams onboard the Midvinter, with the latter being much closer to the enemy destroyer than the former. Given the distance between the shield gate, the shield gate decided to reverse its tractor beam's polarity instead, causing the enemy destroyer to be repulsed away from the gate and the planetary shield. As they were attempting to get started in pulling the enemy flagship out of the shield's path, and onto the Vigilant, the inertia was making it hard to get the process started. But once the Midvinter's tractor beams got underway, for a few seconds, the Menace would be pulled towards the Vigilant's underside, potentially plowing through it, should the enemy fail to realize what's happening or are otherwise too slow to react, especially with the interdictor now being at close range from her fleet. It was entirely possible the enemy pilots would be able to react in time and change course entirely, but if they even managed to do so, they may still risk colliding with other First Order ships in an attempt to break free, especially given that the enemy Star Destroyer's maneuverability isn't very good. Meanwhile, the gravitational situation was quickly becoming very messy nearby, making it more difficult than ever to tell what the trajectory of the destroyer will be. Given what Jessica knew about general relativity, it was becoming urgent that gravitational data be taken into account for formulating targeting solutions if they were to keep firing in this environment; after a few seconds taken by the computers to analyze the data from the crystal gravfield trap onboard the shield gate, the gravitational data was transmitted to all friendly units.

"Gravitational data is now patched inside the targeting computers" the chief sensor technician reported in.

"King's ramships haven't impacted yet. If there is a time to return fire, that would be now!" Julie screamed, with a sense of urgency that is obvious in her voice.

The First Order prided itself in its ability to prevent collateral damage, yet their ground forces deployed on the surface are in danger from being hit by the asteroids they are flinging themselves all over the planet. They are running around like headless chickens across the Adega system, she thought, while seeing in horror that the enemy flagship is leaning dangerously close to the planetary shield. Said shield was battered by numerous asteroid impacts, especially after the armageddon-causing asteroid finally died a painful death, with its remnant pieces flying away from the planet, but not without some fragments crashing onto Carlyle's ships. Meanwhile, the gravitational storm caused by the two interdictors made it much harder for attack craft on both sides to operate, and also the focus of her own interdictor was to chuck any and all debris onto his surviving ships, forcing him to eat damage. At the same time, with one less enemy corvette to deal with, and the Argonaut being destroyed, the Immobilizer 419 was still coming under heavy fire, but also the rest of the fleet was absorbing some of the fire due to the remaining ships finding themselves in the enemy lines of fire, thanks to the gravitational storm messing with the ships' formations and positioning. So the shields on other ships were draining all right, in fact, virtually every ship was hit one way or another by the enemy, allowing the Immobilizer 419 to escape with its life, albeit barely. The I419 would look like a 1500m piece of Emmental cheese by now, given the numerous hits endured, and the numerous crew losses sustained.

"Targeting solutions complete, all batteries on standby"

"All ships: fire heavy emplacements at the nearest enemy cruiser at point-blank range! As for the light emplacements, target their escorts if at all possible"

"Even though, in this gravitationally messy enviornment, it would be difficult to fight using bombers..."

"We may never have a chance to hit them again after the ramships impact! Their point-defense is weak; I want all bomber squadrons ready to attack the enemy fleet, two bomber squadrons per enemy cruiser, and don't hold back!"

"Copy, Northwest Actual!" the lead fighter pilot acknowledged.

Driven by a sense of urgency, the Xi Charrian gunners, in their despair, could hardly contain their emotions, as the light emplacements opened fire on the corvettes that were straying too close, with thousands of turbolaser shots being fired at a myriad of different corvettes, and potentially even frigates, while a myriad of heavy emplacements, including missiles filled with buzz droids, heavy turbolasers of all calibers, mass drivers and hypervelocity cannons of various sizes, opened fired at several ships, mostly at the Vigilant, but also the Mustafar's Glory and the Courage. As the bombers struggled to maneuver amid the irregular gravitational field, they took a while longer to make it to their targets, in one last bombing run; they still had ordnance left because it appeared the enemy corvettes were targets against which bomber pilots were previously very hesitant to drop bombs against. But where the kark were the enemy fighters? The enemy should have launched fighters by now... Jessica asked, even more puzzled that the enemy didn't launch fighters even after getting within point-blank range of her, knowing that virtually everyone else would have, if only when their enemies are within standard turbolaser range of the motherships.

Spoiler: Summary of actions

• Used tractor beams to take the Menace out of the way and into the Vigilant
• Fired at the cruisers using heavy emplacements
• Fired at corvettes using regular turbolasers
• Launched bombing runs on each enemy cruiser

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

SSV Heavenshield (Lucrehulk-X-class supercarrier) | Shields: 25% | Hull: 80% | Firing at: FIV Vigilant (heavy emplacements) corvettes (light emplacements)
SSV Midvinter (Mateus-class fleet carrier) | Shields: 40% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: FIV Vigilant (long-range only) corvettes (light emplacements)
SSV Caluula (Sionoma-class elite destroyer) | Shields: 60% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: FIV Mustafar's Glory (heavy emplacements) corvettes (light emplacements)
SSV Dellalt (Sionoma-class elite destroyer) | Shields: 60% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: FIV Mustafar's Glory (heavy emplacements) corvettes (light emplacements)
SSV Immobilizer 419 (Immobilizer 419-class interdictor carrier) | Shields: 0% | Hull: 5% | Firing at: N/A
SSV Tano (Munificient-X-class heavy cruiser) | Shields: 60% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: FIV Courage (heavy emplacements) corvettes (light emplacements)
SSV Jarrus (Munificient-X-class heavy cruiser) | Shields: 50% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: FIV Courage (heavy emplacements) corvettes (light emplacements)
SSV Okami (Okami-class heavy cruiser) | Shields: 70% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: FIV Vigilant (heavy emplacements) FIV Vengeance, FIV Vulture (short-range)
SSV Itami (Okami-class heavy cruiser) | Shields: 60% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: FIV Vigilant (heavy emplacements) FIV Audacity, FIV Polaris (short-range)
SSV Reath (C-9980-class assault frigate) | Shields: 80% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: FIV Satellite, FIV Cobra
SSV Chasin (C-9980-class assault frigate) | Shields: 50% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: FIV Poignard
SSV Chopper (C-9980-class assault frigate) | Shields: 60% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: FIV Vulture
SSV Candybar (Skor-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 70% | Hull: 90% | Firing at: FIV Courage
SSV Jawbreaker (Skor-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 70% | Hull: 90% | Firing at: FIV Courage
SSV Grindmill (Skor-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 40% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: FIV Courage
SSV Licorice (Skor-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 80% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: FIV Courage

Attack craft:

26 Alakaha elite fighters
37 Neimoidian Gunship Mk2s
228 RZ-3 A-Wing interceptors
140 Chiloon-class fighter/bombers

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Ossus
Allies: None
Enemies: None
Objective is lost

Jairdain allowed Yuroic to move in. His touch was something she had missed in her captivity, but after her change had forgotten it. That need came rushing back to her now. Not in a romantic sense, but on a soul deep level. The human need for personal and physical contact. Something that had been missing in her life for the past year.

As he did this, she closed her eyes and drew in the contact. His words broke through to her and while she didn't pull away from him, she shook her head.

"That dark will always be there, Yuroic. How do I know what is real any more though?"

He said he wanted to return to where they were before. In her mind she didn't think that was possible.

"What has happened can't be changed, but our future can. I never intended to push you away and have missed you, my only love."

She felt his openness and returned it by being open with him. In all the lies Krest manipulated with her, the fundamental fact of their shared emotion shined through. He was not able to alter what either of them felt for the other. While Jairdain was still torn as to where her path was going, she knew Yuroic would be at her side. No matter where it went, he was all that mattered.

It was by her choice, but now she moved to embrace him. Her arms wrapping around him, pulling him closer than he did with his gentle embrace.

"Together we are stronger."

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[WelshGuy]

Objective: Comfort [member="Jairdain"]
Enemies: FO
Allies: SJO

Jairdain pulled him in close, he held her tightly and inhaling her scent as he stroking her back gently. "Don't fret, the past is gone. Today we work our future." Whispering in her ear, enjoying their closeness once more. Reluctantly he pulled back, taking her hand.

Squeezing her hand. "Krest may have muddled your past but he won't take our future. Our connection won't be messed by him." He looked at her with a deep intensity. He had a desire to find Krest and kill him, it was the only time he allowed anger into his mind. However he took a deep breath and hugged Jairdain tightly again.

"Stay here with me, I can't lose you." He whispered as he nuzzled against her neck. Arms wrapped around her waist.

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Ossus
Enemies: None
Allies: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Objective: Surrender

For what felt like an eternity that was encompassed within a few moments, they shared these moments of peace together.

It ended when he pulled away to take a hold of her hand, but he words were a comfort. His intense gaze felt like a caress on her and Jairdain felt within him a desire to kill Krest. In taking a breath, he moved in again to hug her. Returning them to the shared comfort of each other's arms.

Closing her eyes once more, she breathed him in and nodded at his last words.

"I'm not going anywhere."

 

[The Major]

Location: Kulthis
Objective: Escort Commander [member="Samka Derith"]
Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Ezra Klev"] | [member="Emilia Ravel"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi Order | Stenax?

Orders had been given and silently acknowledged. It would have been too painful to offer a “Yes Ma’am” or any other kind of positive shorthand -which would spoil the feel of the scenario. As a firm believer in pragmatism herself, the Major wasn’t one to use the flashiest or even most deadly option if something that took far more little effort would provide a feasible solution. What method of disposal would be most fitting. The interpretation of her solution laid in the nature of the orders offered by Commander Derith herself.

​

Quiet.​

The simplest way to deal with the guard was make him blind. And so the Major did. Pulling into herself first, she easily hid herself from the beast’s view before drawing each of her current companions into the same smothering protection. Fallanassi drew upon their power from a different outlook upon the Force; it was the kind of belief that ruined their potential for telekinetic feats. However, they could then immerse themselves so completely that only a highly specific technique made their illusions detectable to even master Jedi or Sith. For the party, they would not even notice or detect any change in their composition. Still, they were invisible nonetheless.

So it would have remained.​

The Commander engaged the two Stenax unlucky enough to be on post that day. Thus, the Vicar Ren’s protection failed as soon as her dark sided swelling lashed outward to suffocate. It was little use to apprise her of her cover being blown. The Major had studied enough on the subject of the Ren to know that their penchant for violence often absorbed their torrid proclivities to the point of mania. Perhaps the operation leader might notice a momentary hesitance emanating from the four-eyed sniper. If so, it made no difference. Violence and malintent was met with more violence. As they died, the third guard above took note of his now dead comrades and soared behind the Ren in order to strike her down from behind, since he could not see that she had been further escorted.

The cathedral doors exploded in a grand display of expertise. And the flying sentry paused to stand at the end of the stairs as lightning crackled, shocked, and blocked his advance. Peering closely, the Stenax dared to raise his crude sword at Commander Derith.

!SHLURRPT!​

A bayonet skewered him, popping out of the front of his highly muscled chest in a wet, sucking slip. What exquisite pain the beast would now feel as the blade twisted about counterclockwise. Swooning as his own hyperventilation caused the strike to be even more damaging, he fell unto his knees trembling. Now the bayonet twisted 180 degrees clockwise, causing an artery to weep freely. A combat boot digs into his wings and bends them further than they could go, cracking the bone. Another beast slain, though sadly not amounting to much. The Major used her foot to kick him off the end of her antique looking rifle, pinning the shaking monster to the stairs. Using the still dying body like a carpet enabled the Fallanassi to step up the stairs without fouling her boots in the leaking blood staining the stairway. With some effort, the First Order would wipe clean the putrid stench of the Stenax from this place, much like the way the Major bothered to wipe clean her bayonet by using the fallen Stenax’s wings. Incidentally it made an excellent rag.

Moving close enough behind the Ren, the still musket toting problem solver cast another set of powerful illusions, making it seem like wrathful tentacles of black ink were meandering from beneath Derith’s shadow. Her voice somehow carried even further, shaking the walls and glass with every syllable. From behind the commander, harsh rays of sunlight further enhanced her image, blinding the church goers from seeing the details upon her terrible visage, refracting brilliance through the stone of Vod clasped firmly in her hand.

From behind those gleaming pair of glasses, the Major’s eyes smiled.