What're You Doing In My Swamp? | First Order Invasion of Galactic Alliance Held Dagobah Hex

[Nuuc Lapt]

Location: Dagobah Atmosphere

Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Kip Hollaran"] | [member="Lyra Sunfell"]

Enemies: First Order, [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="FN-6767"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Luther Ando"]

Objective: Shoot down First Order dropships and escorts

Equipment: Frontier-class Corvette(In orbit), MRF-1 Starfighters, Blith-Tech OM-P 376 blaster pistol, Linked-pommel lightsabers, Standard flight suit and helmet


With the new of the attack on Dagobah coming through, Nuuc knew they would be heading there straight away. He and the rest of the Salvation's crew got to their stations as they came out of hyperspace a fair distance from the main battle. From there they can get a good view of what's going on, and Nuuc is already in the cockpit of his fighter by the time the orders come over comms to chase down the troop transports heading down to the surface.

"We're flying in two groups of four today, everyone," he said over his comm unit as his MRF-1 rocketed through the clear barrier of the ship's hangar. "Caz, Rex, Mica you're all with me today. Eddi, Sar, and Luca you're all following Airi for this one. We'll split up and take out those dropships from both sides."

"Mind telling me why we're splitting up, Nuuc?" asked Sar, his voice slightly garbled, at least compared to a human. "Seems like a job we might want to stick together for."

Nuuc took a second to answer, taking a second to adjust his course in an attempt to avoid an incoming turbolaser blast, though he couldn't see which of the enemy ships it came from. "We can put more firepower on more targets in two groups, and it's easier to cover each other in fours. We'll need all the cover we can get once we're in atmosphere, the First Order doesn't play around."

"We've got your back, Nuuc," Caz stated in his deep voice, one which Nuuc was always happy to have protecting him. The Mandalorian was easily among the best he'd ever flown with, and he never failed to score a kill every time they were out. "This'll be fun."

He couldn't agree more, and as they entered the atmosphere of the planet, it was easy to spot the First Order dropships working their way down.

"Alright everyone, break off. We'll hit them from two sides."

 

[Tryp West]

Location: Middle of Nowhere
Objective: Get to tha choppa!
Allies: Sammy and Alex (GA)
Enemies: [member="Khonsu Amon"] Apparently! (FO)

The swamp muffled the sounds. Tryp always figured there was just too much life. Between the fen and the bog, the moss, thick and verdant on the ground and hanging from the trees, the cries from unseen but not unfelt creatures.... the place teamed with it, and it made pinpointing what sounds came from where muffled and difficult.

"Alright," Tryp breathed in deeply. "Gonna make a dash fer it, you two cover me, savvy?"

They nodded- Sammy's fur stood on end, his nose quivering slightly. Alex's knuckles were a pale green where they gripped the carbine, but he nodded as well. Chewing on the inside of her lip, she adjusted her cap (a gift from [member="Jackson Singh"]) and holstered her own blasters. In a mad dash they wouldn't do her much good after all.

The moment was entirely surreal. Tryp went dashing around the nose of the ship, expecting, perhaps, to see a trio of storm troopers peeking out at her, ready to open fire-

What she saw instead sent her skidding in the mud. She lost purchase for a moment, sliding a solid meter farther than she intended, dark eyes wide with surprise. A half dozen, give or take, forms in armor of brilliant gold. For a moment, they all paused, just staring at each other. No weapons raised, not right away, just a tension rising, thicker than the humidity of the swamp- thick enough to coat the back of the throat- thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Ohhhh..... heeeeeey folks," she said with an awkward smile, getting her feet back under her.

Which, apparently, was Sammy's cue to be a godsdamnedmotherkarkingidiot and open fire.

"CHIT!"

Tryp dove back behind the ship as all hell broke loose.

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

Tanasuki Yumi

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Allies: GA and SJO, [member="Marl"] | @Asaraa Vaashe | @Draven Dursden | @Jyoti Nooran |
Enemies: First Order
Location: GA FOB
Objective: Protect FOB Scouting in nearby Jungle (I may run across [member="Mishel Noren"] / @Elensa Jari / [member="Ara Zambrano"] / @Samka Derith / [member="FN-2826"] / [member="Asharad Graush"] / [member="Taheera Sollo"])

Tanasuki could feel the fight unfolding from above, the force informing him of death here and there, the distant sound of drop ships zooming down to the surface, some of the crashing if the few plumes of smoke and loud screeching of metal in the distance was anything to go by. The First Order was not screwing about it seemed, "So many people and so much death, all for some swamp planet... they have determination I will give them that, but will it be worth it in the end, guess I have a few hundred year to see the outcome".

His attention was turned however as [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] adressed him, the masters voice more stoic and commanding, "Scout ahead, keep out of sight, Hai, do nothing worry, I was trained to be stealthy and remain hidden long before I joined the Jedi if a master of Ren has trouble finding me on a wide open desert planet I am sure I will have even better chances on a dark side infested swap planet". Turning back around the (at this point a ninja basically) shadow Jedi leaped from the tree he was standing in, landing on the bases battlements before force jumping into the jungle canopy and out of sight of the forts garrison

Once in position the young boy halted his movements, concentrating for a moment, his force signature slowly becoming cloaked to those nearby, bit by bit Tanasuki becoming unseen in more ways then one, putting his prior skills as an assassin and pre Jedi training to use, 'remember what mother taught you, camouflage, blending, unnatural movement and misdirection". Now but a shadow the ninja started to stalk the tree line of the surrounding swamp, keeping an eye out for any movement, or really obviously white strom-trooper armor, his vampire abilities probably soon coming into use.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Objective: Get to the Carrier
Allies: Galactic Alliance ([member="Aryn Teth"], [member="Allyson Locke"], [member="Jerit Kolomor"])
Opposition: First Order
Direct Opposition: TBD

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ToKxlRLARh0​

Training with Jerit complete, Jyoti was back at the FOB, preparing to lift off from Dagobah with her party for her strike group outside the sector. There was still data from the last mission she needed to analyze regarding the First Order's new interdiction platform, which was a game changer, to say the least.

Jyoti stuck far to the back of the shuttle to avoid eye contact with Allyson in the cockpit. Terrible visions experienced within in the Cave of Evil made it hard to look at her, or anyone in her party for that matter. All dead or dying then, while she knelt helplessly before them. For all her power and skill, she couldn't save them. A total nightmare of futility.

Something more was required of her, she interpreted, but the answer to what still eluded her.

She sighed to herself as she tried to shake off memories from the cave, studying the sights outside her viewport. There wasn't much to look at. Most of her vision obscured by fog past a few meters, with soldiers occasionally coming into view as they passed close by the shuttle. In matching with the dreary scene outside, the whole FOB was gripped by a sense of dread and weariness. She was so glad to be going away from this sad place.

So she thought.

Idle gazing was interrupted by alerts drilled directly into her head by a wireless implant. A new hostile force had emerged from hyperspace.

The First Order.

She scowled, looking up at the ceiling as though her silver eyes could pierce the hull for space above.

Has Big Brother come to bail out the Galactic Empire again?

Whatever the reasoning for their arrival, she was effectively grounded now, the transport shuttle useless in combat. It would be too disruptive to take command of the Silver Dagobah detachment from Yuroic in the middle of an impending assault when she wasn't keyed into ground ops.

That left her with option C: The MACs

"Locke," she called out to Allyson. "If you didn't see it already, Dagobah is under attack by the First Order. We're making a detour. Take us to the nearest surface carrier. We're going in for a swap."

If she couldn't command her fleet, or lead an army, then she could at least take to the air in one of those shiny new X-wings the GADF had procured from KSA. It was, for the moment, back to her roots as a pilot.

 

[The Major]

Hex M, 50 GSM \\ Dagobah
En Route to Dagobah System | Present Time | Hyperspace
FIPV-9 System Patrol Vessel: Beat Siren (Repurposed Security Bureau Craft)

Some time had passed since the order to muster. Now was better than waiting till deathday.

The Major surveyed the room once before beginning —her tone just barely hinting the smallest trace of annoyance. Clearly the reports provided were not to her liking. “Let's begin: our mission involves identifying and relaying information to command while exfiltrating any personnel. Scattered sensor readings and garbled emergency transmissions have indicated the most of Galactic Empire’s personnel have been surrounded. Besieged by the Alliance, our data analysts are inclined to believe that the Empire’s presence in the Dagobah System is untenable. Clearly, their preparations and plans have proved… insufficient.” Her ultrachrome plated chest swelled ever-so-slightly in subtle display of arrogance. Whether this stemmed from intending to build morale before an operation, or because the Major despised failures —it was impossible to say.

“We will operate under the assumption that the battle is about to go sour for our allies and save as many as possible from that blasted swamp. Now, the enemy should still be reeling from our successful blockade of the Hydian Way. Capitalizing on their need to refit or press their attack, we’ll identify stranded imperial assets and provide medical support. More importantly, we'll act as the eyes and ears in the sector. The plan of entry is to come out of hyperspace as close to Dagobah’s surface as possible: moving behind any patrols and deploying in secret while using the static of the planet as cover. Rules of engagement are to spot and report any hostile or friendly activity. Keep our networks updated as often as possible. Jamming and distortion will be rampant due to this Backwater’s natural tendencies. Use your secured battlenet to ping locations. Do not rely on coms for reliability.” She motioned with a flat hand thrusting forward to indicate the punch of her next statements. “Move quickly. Every second wasted on an engagement further delays us. Evade, evade, evade. Hit/run tactics are acceptable.”

She paused to catch the eyes of key players in the assembly area. “Low risk Empire positions are to be given highest priority in extraction: focus on strong points, reserve troops, or areas behind successful attacks. If you are pinned down or become trapped, assume you will be finding another way off planet. The terrain is treacherous, and sudden close combat is to be anticipated. Now, the good news…” The Station Chief turned to the holoprojected image and somehow remotely manipulated the data streaming without touching any visible buttons. “Other task groups are assigned to aide in more strenuous sections. Colonel Amsel will be in our AO with his battalion, and the Golden Company has been contracted as well. Supreme Commander Graush will also be on duty, and some of Supreme Leader’s personal guard will be expected to be maneuvering throughout the sector. They mostly will concern themselves with establishing a presence at Mount Yoda, henceforth Objective Red, and a series of caves that our embedded Bureau elements have reported as an Alliance stronghold, henceforth Objective Blue. Other Bureau elements will assist the main thrust -so you are to avoid those hassles and focus on the surrounding swamps.” Another breath and pause, to let the information sink in while maps marked projected areas for their allies. “Lastly, you are under command of Security Bureau Operations: you do not have to adhere to any orders provided by Navy, Army, or Auxiliary departments. You are to act independently. Use your judgement. Assist only if it makes sense for you to do so. Every casualty this unit takes is a waste of a valuable resource. Prove to be resourceful. Do not let pride or concern for our allies cost you in blunders. Guard yourself from pity. Man your posts and get ready to deploy! Dismissed!”

It was something of a laugh for a Major to use her ‘command” persona. In the end she would not impress upon them with riveting speeches or appeals to valor. Their missioned demanded a very different kind of focus. Besides, none of these fools had proven themselves to be worth any more than the vile muck they were about to wade into. Eager to get started, the Station Chief proceeded to the command room within this rather small ship. One might even notice that she marched off just a little too quickly to be chalked up to time constraints. She was avoiding speaking to these people directly. Closing herself off from interacting with them on anything more than a strictly mission based level.

And as things usually do, it went the way of the pits. This task force being organized as a strike group with a number of small vessels, it was obvious one of them had to be the "flagship" of the group. While the Beat Siren served as a mobile command post, a number of accompanying ships served the main purpose: another system patrol vessel, a stealth corvette, and 3 assault frigates. The technical ranking Navy officer of this group was aboard the lead frigate, the FIV Carousel. It was here that they came to a startling conclusion.

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“Long range sensors reading multiple vessels!” It started with a quiver from a lieutenant. ​

“What?! That’s impossible. They mustered another fleet that shortly? We’ve just knackered them a day ago!” Eyes splayed in realization of the issue. The commander was already rushing forward form his seat to the pilot’s chair.​

“Sir! It’s multiple fleets; ships directly in our trajectory!” Projected another deck officer.​

“MOVE! MOVE THE GROUP, YOU FO---!” Shrieked the commander.​

*​

ANS Lothal. Mighty. Proud. Yet another sliver of proof of the Galactic Alliance’s might. Under Admiral Cathul’s guidance, this ship had probably seen all manners of fight throughout the recent conflict. There was a certain peace surrounding any spacecraft as soon as the salvo was complete. Shields bubbled and glimmered strongly -eager to absorb any form of threat until they could not anymore.

And then a vessel in traveling in hypersace collided into the Lothal.

For but a moment, a brilliant blue gash sliced the space around the alliance carrier. Like a twinkling star, this hyper light swirled about at the point of impact -cascading tiny slashes outward that jutted like streaks against the morbid, infinite black.

The ANS Lothal’s shields were working perfectly fine as designed. The ship that hit it?

Vaporized. Reduced to the most subtle collections of atoms that fizzled out of existence. And in one beautiful moment an entire First Order frigate was lost. Meanwhile, one had to wonder if the crew aboard the Allianace ship would even notice the streak dissipating just outside their viewports. Whatever officer was managing the long range sensor might scratch their head wondering what in the world they were reading on the sensor scopes.

The battle must continue…

The miscalculation was dreadful. As the pilots manually corrected the jump they rolled the grand dice of utter, ridiculous luck. The Carousel rolled poorly. So too, did FIPV Blackhole 3-3. It was the slightest error, and an understandable one due to the conditions in which they shifted. However, the result was catastrophic. At that speed, the patrol vessel successfully converted itself into a 4 kilometer gash upon the swamp. Instantly pulverized mud and trees soared high as a long mark of flame and fuel burst forward in its wake. Suddenly, it was raining disintegrated matter over that little sector of Hell.

The rest of the task force just barely managed to adjust and pull it up in time, although the Beat Siren might have managed to take a sizable portion of local Dagobah fauna with it. The rest of the surviving vessels lowered their speeds to something approaching a safe speed and began to turn in different directions. One could only imagine what state the people inside these ships were in with such G-forces pushing their bodies to the limit. Yet somehow the scanners and long range surveillance gear still managed to begin their cycles. Amazing what could be accomplished when there was absolutely no choice.

[member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Luther Ando"] | [member="FN-6767"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Therran Graush"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Emilia Ravel"] | [member="Varas Kyrel"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"]​

Spoiler: OOC Info

FOSB Operations Task Force:

Spoiler: OOC Info

FIV Tortuga​

Nightgaunt Class Stealth Corvette(x)​

Shields: 100/100​

Hull: 100/100​

Status: Cloaked, using scanners​

FIV Tirade​

Boneshatter Class Assault Frigate (x)​

Shields: 100/100​

Hull: 100/100​

Status: Nominal, Rescue Mission​

FIV Hemwick​

Boneshatter Class Assault Frigate​

Shields: 100/100​

Hull: 100/100​

Status: Nominal, Rescue Mission​

FIV Carousel​

Boneshatter Class Assault Frigate​

Shields: 0/100​

Hull: 0/100​

Status: Destroyed, all hands lost​

FIPV Beat Siren​

Kerunos System Patrol Vessel (x)​

Shields: 100/100​

Hull: 90/100​

Status: Nominal, Armed I&R​

FIPV Blackhole 3-3​

Kerunos System Patrol Vessel​

Shields: 0/100​

Hull: 0/100​

Status: Destroyed, all hands lost​

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[Veino Garn]

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Varex"] [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] [member="Rapax"] [member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Ever Dawnracer"]
[member="Elensa Jari"] [member="Ara Zambrano"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Varas Kyrel"] [member="Therran Graush"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Handcannon Amulet Armor

Veino nodded as Coren spoke. He tightened the gunbelt around his waist and replaced his helmet. It locked with a hiss as the seal took effect and the filtration system kicked in.

"Like old times," he murmured through the annunciator. They were coming. He could feel their emotions as they crept through the jungle. Anger, pride, and malice. It spoke differently than even the most vicious of predators. It lapped against the edges of his mental barrier, so far it was held back enough that he couldn't get a precise reading, but he could change that. With a deep breath and a roll of his armored shoulders, he let the barriers around his mind creep down. They were tiny, minuscule change, but with each moment, the emotions of all that surrounded them grew clearer and more precise. It was almost as if he was becoming those others. The Cave relished this new vulnerability and drove at him again.

Its malice nearly caused him to stumble, but he caught his balance, with gritted teeth, he forced its aura away, out of his mind. It was enough just for a moment, for him to sense the location of the feelings. With a gasp he wrapped the Force around his mind and the presences vanished.

He draped a mud-spattered cloak over his armor and pulled up the hood so that it shrouded his armor. It wasn't the best, but it would serve as effective camouflage. Besides, it wasn't his role to be the stealth assailant. No, he specialized in defense, and for that, the enemy would have to find him. That was exactly what he had in mind.

"Coren," he commented, "I marked their presences. Count about a half dozen out there, headed this way in several groups." Of course, just because he wanted them to find him didn't mean that he would make it easy.

Now, there were those who compacted their Force presence until it was too minuscule to be noticed. That was effective for some, but it was not the way of the Jensaarai. No, they had spent too long being hunted by Jedi, by Sith, including Darth Vader, too risk even the smallest chance of their presence being found. So they had begun to do the opposite. Veino extended his presence, stretching it out further and further, as one might while folding laundry, until it extended so far that it diffused into the jungle around him, and even further, stretching out to become part of the living Force that flooded the planet.

If course, the strength of the Light could be sensed, but it no belonged to a certain person. It was perhaps more of a memory of a dream, like a fragment of a scent that one might catch before it vanished in the breeze.

"I'll engage directly," he added, "Tie them up. Give you a chance to strike from elsewhere and catch them off guard."

His eyes darted through the jungle as he began picking his way through the jungle. Pathfinders and Rangers dispersed into the jungle to prepare against incursion, while the traps were set around the perimeter of the area. Others were taking up marksman positions and hunkering down behind cover.

The cave was fortified and protected as well as could be done, but then he paused. Teth's message came through the channels, garbled and broken, but he was able to make out most of it. Indeed. This would not bode well for the First Order. The Alliance may have been hammered on the Hydian Way, but this would be the anvil that shattered the imperial's hammer. No, as the Empire had just learned, it was unwise to battle the Alliance on their home turf in an environment suited perfectly to their style.

Besides, they didn't need to win a decisive battle. They merely had to buy time. More forces would arrive and trap the First Order ships around the planet. The thought was a grim one. The results of such a conflict would not go well for anyone, but the odds of the First Order coming out in good shape was slim, and they hadn't come with near the strength of the Empire. Not yet, anyways. But still, it would be a bad slog through mud and blood before anyone came out of this one.

He gripped his lightsaber in one hand, but did not yet ignite it, while the other rested lightly on the grip of the handcannon. No need to tip his hand too early. With these prepared, he strode into the jungle and drifted from tree to tree, headed towards the nearest cluster that he had sensed.

Then he paused in the shadow of a tree, draping the hanging moss around his shoulders so that it covered him. He hardly looked humanoid now. But then it was time to announce his presence.

He reached out in the Force and sent a message to those of the Dark that he had sensed, a message sent directly towards their minds.

Who dares disturb the guardian? None but the swamp grass and the tree roots may come. Be gone, two-leggeds. Your kind does not belong. ​

 

[Rapax]

Location: Moving through the Swamp to FOB
Allies:The copy paste Function, [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Lyra Sunfell"] @Sol Stazi @Mathieu Bahreiko [member="Jyoti Nooran"] @Veino Garn [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] @Mishel Noren [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: First Order
Team: [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

As he followed her he looked around the cave for a moment as she mentioned it might be fund to come back someday, Perhaps depending on who wins this conflict we maybe able to revisit this place more thoroughly. As he reached the outside of the cave he too sensed what he could to see if any guests friend or foe where near by. He could feel one familiar friendly presence ( [member="Coren Starchaser"] ) He never met any of the Alliance folk but he knew they meant well and where friends to them and that was enough for him as they could use all the help they could get right now.

He stopped when Kat his senses perked up when he heard her message in his mind, He indeed felt a few foreign life forms near by probably enemies he gave her a mental acknowledgement of the presence before quietly unhooking his blades from his belt not activating them yet but keeping them where he can quickly use them. He kept his senses on these new signatures to see if they come closer or father from them he made sure to keep Katrine aware of there location as much as possible without dulling his own senses. He continued to follow her to the FOB they needed to leave this place with the others and quickly.

 

[Roth Tillian]

[member="Cathul Thuku"] @Mazi Stazi [member="Mathieu Bahreiko"] [member="Aedan Miles"] @Tristam Vos [member="Gir Quee"]​

[member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Robogeber"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]​

12 Dauntless X-Wings​

Distant flashes of light flickered through the HUD. Roth squints and adjusts the sensors before letting out a long breath. The fleets had made contact. Granted, scans and sensors weren't the most accurate at this point, but it was feasible. He could get rough positions based on the weapons going off on the scans, as well as the lightspeed reversions. Those lit up sensors like there was no tomorrow. But really, he didn't care for the quadranium cover on his cockpit, so he released it. There was a pause and he could again see space as it spread around him.

It was beautiful. Nothing could match space for beauty. Not the greatest work of art or most beautiful woman in the galaxy. They all paled in comparison of the vast emptiness of the void. Yet, it wasn't empty. There was a cold beauty in its grace and always it sang to him. This was his home in a way that no planet ever could be.

"We've made contact," Roth said over the comms. "Lock s-foils in attack position and power up weapons and shields." He leaned over and pulled a lever. The guns whined as they charged up and the shields flickered to life around him. He missed his astromech droid, but he would have to make do without. Nor did the ships have quite the maneuverability that he liked, but the heavier weapons were worth the exchange. His own model was still in design and testing, but he looked forward to it being ready for combat.

"Roger, Knight One, moving into position."

Slowly, the engines of the twelve ships burst to life and they maneuvered out of the debris field and assembled. Targets were too far out to get any good readings.

"Switch to visual." Roth swallowed excitement as he nudged the throttle forward. "Accelerate to half-speed. Need to get a better angle."

The twelve x-wings cut through the dark of space, running without lights, guided by the pilot's joined senses. They hugged tight together as they cut a long arc around the planet. As they grew closer, the opposing ships began to grow closer and closer together. They weren't clear and sensors were still difficult to make a reading.

"Half dozen Imp ships, maybe." Roth murmured, knocking his fingers on the scanner display to try and make out some details. "None of the big ones. Cruisers and the like. Perhaps even smaller. That perplexed him. The First Order wasn't known for their reliance on smaller craft. Usually they preferred much larger ones. There was a larger one that he could make out, although it was vague. Definitely a Star Destroyer, a sizable one at that. Perhaps too large for an assault of the type that he was thinking.

But there was another one, about the third of the size that seemed to have escorts of its own. Another command ship? He wasn't sure, but it was small enough to cripple if they hit it hard enough. He opened up a narrow-beam channel to the rest of the fleet.

"Alliance Actual, this Knight One," Roth said over the comms. "Prep the bombers. Targeting that cruiser near the corvettes. The one you all just hit. Soften up any fighter killers if you can."

"Prep for microjump," Roth sent to his squadron, "On my mark." He felt the mental affirmations trickle across his mind and he took a deep breath. A few moments passed and they were ready. The ship's computer blared frantically at him, but he ignored it. He knew what he was doing. The Jensaarai settled into the Force and stretched out his mind, encompassing his ship and his squadron. Roth could feel them as clearly as he could feel his fingers. One more breath and he rested his hand on the hyperspace trigger and through the squadron, he could feel his squadmates doing the same.


Space stretched out in his awareness and he could its weft and weave like a cloth beneath picnickers on a date. Which did bring an intrusive thought to mind that he hadn't been on a date for quite some time. He let the thought drift away into the Force as he felt where he needed to go. Imperial ships were weak in the rear with little defenses. They were designed to fire forward with their main weaponry.

That would give them the edge that they needed to get access to the surface guns. He sent the thought to the rest of them and they all processed. One more breath and he activated the hyperdrive. The stars blurred and turned blue for a heartbeat and then he sent a thought through the rest of the squadron. All simultaneously cut the hyperdrive and they dropped fully back into realspace at high speed.

The cruiser loomed ahead of them and Roth yanked on the joystick, rolling the fighter to dodge the looming bridge. The squadron split into three flights of four to cut around the bridge. The shield buzzed as they passed beneath it.

"Target the guns!" Roth called over the comms, rolling to dodge a spire. He could make out three quite large ones. Really, really large ones, actually. He wasn't quite sure what they were doing on a ship of this size, but they were definitely worth exploding. "Weapons free."

The three flights of of fighters kept up their higher speed and opened fire with a salvo of alternating ion and laser cannons, aiming for the massive gun emplacements, followed by two proton torpedoes from each fighter.

Roth felt the projectiles in the Force and wrapped them in a net, guiding them to their target. With one hand, he jerked the joystick aside to dodge incoming fire and the other flicked on the sensor scramblers. The other pilots did likewise as the rest of the torpedoes were guided to their targets.

It was the escorts that bothered him now. He recognized one from Kaeshaena. It was a fighter killer and if bombers were coming in, they'd need to disable it. He'd prefer to destroy it, personally, but one had to settle for what he could get.

The prow of the cruiser raced towards them.

Duck beneath it. We'll do a secondary attack run along the ventral spine.

That was a telepathic thought, broadcast to his squadmates. Once past the lip, he pushed the nose hard down, although it was relative, and arced out past the front to dive beneath the ship with his fighters close behind.

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: LAAT crash site, near the Dark Side Caves.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies: The First Order.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies: The Galactic Alliance & Allies, [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Ever Dawnracer"], [member="Tiland Kortun"].[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: Evade Galactic Alliance soldiers.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]The crash was violent, and fast. Moments after the LAAT/i gunship was struck by surface-to-air missiles it began to spiral out of control. The pilot fighting for control as the starship descended rapidly, crashing through the thick canopy, knocking down thick branches. The left wing struck a thick trunk, and broke away, and the LAAT rolled severely, and struck the swampy ground below. The gunship struck the ground on an angle, quickly rolling as it decelerated, and finishing on its left side, one wing completely sheared off. Upon impact, the passengers and crew in the rear of the LAAT decelerated quickly, briefly being subjected to 9 G's. For most, their death was instantaneous, either being thrown out of the gunship's open doors, or slamming into the tough armoured walls of the ship. The pilot had not fared much better, debris from the impact had rocketed into cockpit at over 100 kilometres-per-hour, shattering the glass and killing the man on impact. Behind and above him, in the gunner's position, Emilia had been spared from the debris, and her position strapped into her seat had prevented her from being thrown around too much. Miraculously she'd survived the crash, but had been knocked unconscious shortly after impact.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Emilia came to, dazed and confused. The world was inverted, rotated 90 degrees, and her head leaned heavily against the side of the cockpit glass. Her body was held in place by her harness, which cut painfully into her side, legs, chest and arms, already bruising. As she moved her arms and legs, she felt a twinge in her neck, and a hot trickle running down her forehead. Instinctively, her hand went to wipe off the liquid, and came away slick with blood. It was as if she was viewing the world through a thick fog, an impenetrable haze that thickened with each passing moment, inviting her into oblivion. Her eyelids grew heavier, but shook her head violently and snapped back to reality. She had to stay awake.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]The first thing she had to do was get out of the crashed LAAT, and to do that she’d need to undo her harness. For a few moments she struggled with the clip, seemingly unable to remember how to undo the damned thing. She pushed and pulled at the buckle, to no avail. Finally, after minutes of struggling the memory of how to operate the simple harness came swimming out of the confused fog in her brain, and she lifted the safety lever and released herself from the harness. In her struggled to get the strap undone she’d forgotten to brace herself, and with the harness no longer holding her in place she dropped, her shoulder and face slamming into the cockpit glass, and her knee smacking painfully against the instrument panel.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Groaning in pain, Emilia righted herself, fumbling for a cockpit’s release lever, pulling it down and kicking out with both legs, pushing the glass open. With the way out now open she dropped half a metre to the ground outside, her booted feet immediately sinking a few inches into the soft ground. She leaned over and vomited, evacuating the scant breakfast she’d wolfed down when they were in transit that morning. Finding a somewhat more stable patch of earth, she sat down heavily. She was concussed, that much was clear, and judging from the flow of blood coming from her head she’d sustained a significant injury. Her helmet was back in the ship, but she knew she didn’t have the strength or coordination to go back for it. She would have to go on without it. At least the FO-X1 armour would protect the rest of her body, though the cloaking system certainly wouldn’t function without the helmet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She rose to her feet slowly, but lost her balance, just barely putting her arms forward to protect before she fell heavily to the mud, getting a faceful of muck. She was nauseous, confused, and all she wanted to do was stop and rest, but the reality of her situation weighed heavily on her. Every moment she wasted the Galactic Alliance troops grew closer. She had to get out of here before they arrived. Tentatively, she called out. “Is anyone alive?” There was no answer, but nevertheless Emilia climbed onto side of the inverted gunship, crawling over the open door. It was chaos inside, and immediately clear that nobody in the back had survived the crash. Emilia swallowed hard. She’d led these troopers to their death. Around the crash site, three or four white bodies stuck out from the mud, unfortunate troopers that had been thrown clear from the wreck. Emilia approached one with trepidation, rolling him over and removing his mud-covered G-11F blaster from the magnetic plate on his back. She’d be needing it more than he would.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Unfortunately, she would need to radio for help, and that meant removing the fallen trooper’s helmet. With a grimace and a whispered apology, she set to work, struggling to pull off her fallen comrade’s helmet. Finally it came away, and Emilia had to look away as she let go of the body, which fell face-first into the mud. Turning away from the corpse and putting on the helmet. As soon as the interior made contact with her head she yelped in pain, the padding was pressed hard against her injury, making her shudder and writhe as needles of white-hot pain leaped down her spine. Gasping for breath, she held down the transmit key on the helmet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]:: “This is… E-Emilia Ravel. LAA-5647 has been shot down East of LZ Alpha. I’m… I am the only survivor.” :: [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Trailing off, she ripped off the helmet, yelping in pain once again. There was nothing else to say. She knew in her gut there would be no rescue. She’d die here. Her mind went to a crumpled note in a satchel on her thigh. She wondered if she’d ever get the chance to deliver it, she hadn’t had the confidence before. Ahead of her the jungle extended endlessly. She knew that the nearest landmark was on the other side of this swamp, a network of caves seemingly imbued with the mysterious power of the Force. That would be her best bet for First Order forces to locate her. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With a sigh of resignation, she moved off, trudging through the swamp towards the caves. It was slow-going, and often she would trip and fall into the shallow water. Stable ground was few and far between, and often she would step on what looked like solid earth and sink to her thigh in mud. It was miserable, and the harder she worked the more the mental fog closed in, and the darkness gathered on the edges of her vision. The flow of blood from her head had dried somewhat, but occasionally a fresh trickle would run down her face or neck. Soon, she had to stop, finding a small island in the swamp, sitting down and leaning her back against a tree to rest.[/SIZE]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Objective: Get to the Carrier
Allies: Galactic Alliance [member="Jyoti Nooran"]
Opposition: First Order
Direct Opposition: TBD

The shuttle ride felt awkward, Allyson wondered if her comment about the voodoo was something that bothered Jyoti more than she had let on. Either way, it was them now and she was under Jyoti’s direct command. Time passed and she had been under the woman for some time now and their cold relationship was warming up, but then stuff like this happened. Allyson looked up and responded to the command.

“Yes General.” The shuttle was moving as quickly as it could, but the bonus of having a pilot that mastered the art of technomancy the shuttle could move quicker. A hand moved to the panel once again, she exhaled and forced herself into the machine. Its innerworkings came to life and she used the force to fuel it forward. They moved quickly and she radioed quick to the nearest carrier. Words were exchanged and Allyson gained clearance for both her and Jyoti.

Travel wasn’t long and Allyson finally landed the shuttle, standing she moved to the back of the shuttle and stood before the General. Her helmet held by her hand and the other offered towards the Jedi. The more she was around her a sense of familiarity emerged, maybe this moment they would create something stronger than the ice between them. “Hey.” Did the Jedi need some sort of moral boost? Maybe an ego boost? “I don’t know what’s going on with you, but we need you out there. I need you out there.” A soft sigh and Allyson’s classic dashing Corellian smile spread across her face, “I can’t have a partner that’s stuck in her head. Let’s shoot us down some Imperial Pigs.”


Her hand remained outstretched, but just as she finished speaking, a loud explosion shook the small shuttle and everything around them. Looking towards the shuttles small cockpit she blinked. “What the…General – what do we do now?” Hazel eyes locked back onto Jyoti, for the first time in their professional relationship, Allyson was fully prepared to take whatever order the Echani woman was ready to give.

 

[Lyra Sunfell]

[member="Nuuc Lapt"] [member="Kip Hollaran"] [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Mathieu Bahreiko"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] @Taheera Solo​

[member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="FN-2826"] [member="FN-6767"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Luther Ando"]​

"Confirmed, Lieutenant," Lyra replied as she knelt within a mortar pit. "Will have caches ready for your runners. And negative from the Commander. Seems they have trouble their way."

Explosions echoed through the jungle and anti-aircraft guns lit up the gaps in the sky. Dark shapes flew through the mist above as muted engines barely reached her ears. She couldn't tell whose ships they were or were they were going. That was alright. As long as they didn't notice them here, she wasn't going to be too worried. You could barely get airspeeders through here, let alone proper gunships. Not unless they came in low across the lake, which would be unpleasant for the ships. They'd set up the defenses for that and the trees on the island were too thick for a direct assault by air. No, they'd have to stop and deploy their infantry on the beach.

"Mortars ready, captain!"

Lyra nodded and pushed the earpiece further into her ear. Teth was giving a speech although it was more or less garbled beyond the point of being inspirational. She got the gist of it though. She opened up company comms.

"Twilight. We are under attack once more as you have seen. Fight them off just like we did last time. Hold them back until more troops arrive. They've not yet come in force and we can rout them here and now if we fight smart. And remember, whatever happens. Twilight survives."

A chorus echoed back through the comms. Twilight Survives. The motto that dated back to the Galactic Civil War and the Rebel Alliance. And so they would, even if only a dozen of them limped away on a stolen freighter to start anew somewhere else. She doubted it would come to that, but there was always a possibility. In the early days of the One Sith War, they had certainly gotten close.

That wouldn't be the case here though, she was sure of it.

She marked out the known locations of First Order forces and gave them to the gunnery crews. They looked at her and she nodded and hauled herself up out of the pit and back to the observation post. The cyborg woman hauled herself into the tree, climbing from limb to limb to join the watchman. The other woman saluted. Around her, loud pops echoed against the fog before dissipating as the mortars went off, with explosive charges. Until they had better targets on enemy armor, she wasn't going to waste the ion rounds.

"Mortars inbound," she sent to Sol. "Keep your heads down. Report on target strikes."

Then everything stopped. A shockwave rippled across the lake and through the jungle, sending trees rocking back and forth. Her fingers dug into the treebark around her as it creaked from the impact. In the distance, an orange glow lit up the fog.

“Base, this is Twilight Actual,” she said, or tried to say through the comms. She couldn’t quite hear her voice until she shifted her jaw again. “Something big just hit down hard. About 8 klicks to the northwest from the looks of things.”

 

[Kip Hollaran]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUQiUFZ5RDw​

Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Sol Stazi"], [member="Lyra Sunfell"]
Enemies: The First Order, [member="FN-6767"], [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], Rexus' spelling of Kip's name
Location: Somewhere above the Swamp
Equipment: U-Wing, Standard Blaster Carbine, Knife
Objective: Firsty Don't Surf

There was a sense of satisfaction as deep in Kip's bones as Amber 6, 5, and 4 raced past the descending LAAT/i's and under their barrage several of the dropships fell from the sky. Aggressively Hollaran swung his gun, holding down the trigger and spewing blaster fire at the other dropships streaking past.

"Hollaran, Greig, hit the crash sites!" Barked T'rago, hefting a heavy repeating blaster up and making his way to one of the doors as the flight of gunships pulled back around for another past. "Remember, Firsties and Imps are no different, if it moves it's a firsty, if it doesn't move it's a well trained firsty!" The crew chief bellowed over the whipping wind.

"For Thyferra!"

Kip didn't have to look back to know it was his closest friend letting out the war cry, a small gesture to remind the gunner that the crew were with him. It helped.

The gunships completed their turn back towards the crashes, and as he let out a viscous yell, fueled by grief and hatred, he sighted up the crash site of 'Podracer' and squeezed the trigger. In an instant the crash site would be streaked with blaster fire from Amber 6 and 5, tearing through foliage, pieces of wreckage, and hopefully troopers, alike.

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

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*Static* Imperial *Static* -reat- *Static*​

“This frakking planet.” She muttered as, having already moved a fair distance silently through the wreckage, Kayrce took a knelt position against a gnarled tree to rest and gather her bearings. She knew that to get any further the helmet would hinder her progress, the systems necessary for its continued usage damaged too much in the fall. Yet she also knew that even with the mist, biomatter and general planet frakkery messing with the communications she needed to keep something in order to gain a level of keeping track of what was going on in the swamp. In her years of training she had become an adept at knowing exactly how the standardised armour of the Empire was assembled, and even more so the intricate armour that was given to Inferno Squad. She had stripped the communicator from the helm, managed to pad it into a makeshift ear piece as well as the voice modulator into a small unit near the nape of her neck that would pick up the vibrations of her words and at least send out something coherent. The rest of the helmet was left behind, thrown onto a raging fire that had been part of the wreckage, the Inferno symbol ironically burning away.

With the modification in place her next task would be simple. Find a weapon. She had come along two Alliance corpses in her travel, but both had no firearm at all, seemingly lost to the stations explosions. Occasionally she would think the sight of a black boot or hand indicated the finding of another Inferno team member but each time she had just ended up disappointed.
More static flowed through her earpiece, meaning that someone out there was still using Imperial frequencies, that alone gave her hope and reason to carry on, but the air whooshing of engines sent her ducking to the ground. However the mists and clouds made it impossible to see what, who or even where these sounds were coming from, she had to for now keep it in mind that she was in heavy enemy territory and everything, even the planet was hostile.

Having moved with all haste, ignoring the increasing pain in her side Kayrce was forced to come to a stop by the ground giving way to thick, smoking bog. Already she was knee high in the filth and advancing any further would put her over her head, a pleasant thought if there ever was one. No she would have to go around the bog, potentially putting hours between her and whatever it was her gut was telling her to head towards.
“No.” She told herself and started to wade out into the water, her suit, watertight as it was had clearly taken damage and her skin began to feel the cold of leaking water.
Something brushed by her leg and it took all her will power to ignore it and carry on, the mere thought of the wound at her stomach and the bacteria that would be amassing around it sending disgusting thoughts through her mind. She had been through war zones aplenty, like hell a small little planet on the backwaters of space was going to claim her.
Her muscles were all screaming as she finally found ground again, crawling out of the bog to collapse against a nearby rock.
“Join the Imperial navy they said, you’ll see the galaxy they said. Frakk ‘em all.” She took some deep breathes, fully aware of the foul stench that had reached her nose. The area beyond her was full of large lumps of slime, Giant Swamp Slugs, is how Kayrce remembered them being explained to them in the reports. They were massive ten metres in size each all varying in colour from light tans to dark greys, harmless creatures in comparison to the rest of the planet’s animal life, however the smell on the air was a warning that she had to move, and get out of the area fast.
The slugs on occasion would release a foul smelling mucus that would leave a chemical in the air capable of shredding the lungs of any air breathing creature, an acidic defence that caught most by surprise.

So she was on her feet again, until the air would clear. Until she would come to a surprisingly fast stop, thanks to the sound of a blaster bolt…

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Allies: [member="FN-6767"] | [member="Luther Ando"]
Enemies: [member="Lyra Sunfell"] | [member="Kip Hollaran"] | [member="Nuuc Lapt"]
NPC: Dergan Twigg
Objective: Find Twigg.
Equipment: FO-2 Stormtrooper Armour | Lightsaber | G-11 F Blaster Rifle | Aegis Shield |

Rexus stirred within FN-6767's grasp, and grunted in reaction, unamused. His head throbbed, and he could taste the fresh blood seeping into his mouth. "Easy," Rexus groaned, "Easy..." He waved her off, and slid a hand down to his utility belt. Despite the chaos of the crash, his weapons were still intact and secured to his armour. Wenck takes off his helmet, and begins to examine it. A few dents, but nothing too bad, Wenck slid it back on and activated the elctronics, within the helmet, and began performing a full analysis, running the helm through a spectrum check. It wasn't until he saw the infa-red, he noticed it.

Slumped in the corner, head crushed beneath a crate of supplies, sat a body. Wenck, took off the helmet, and gagged. Blood and plastoid seeped out from beneath the helm. It took a moment to identify the body, by its rank insignia. Lieutenant Scarl. A pang of recognition reverberated through Rexus, and he winced. Scarl was a scumbag, who was too big for his britches. But no one, no one deserved to go out like this. The stormtrooper picked himself up, and stood to attention, saluting. Scarl deserved that, at least. "See you on the other side, lieutenant."

Climbing from the wreckage, Rexus began to scour the surrounding area, for his colleagues. A few troopers now crouched, and stood sentry, while others scoured around, checking if the sprawled out white armour on the ground contained corpses or troopers. In the distance, Rexus could identify FN-6767, kneeling over some trooper, and it was then Rexus realised, he was missing someone. "Twigg?!" He barked, "Twigg?!" He starred around, and keyed in onto the IFF filter.

"Twigg?! Where are you?!" Rexus snapped, hoping to hear the all too familiar grunts, and groans of Dergan on the other end of his comms. Rexus' blood drained from his face. He wasn't ready for this again. To face battle again without his best friend, Rexus scoured the area, scanning again, and again, going over the perimeter. Searching around and away from the gunship. Until his helmet tagged something. Submerged, in a small mud hole beneath a tree.

::Trooper: FN-4567::​

::Rank: Private::​

::Name: Twigg, Dergan::​

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Rexus sprinted over, and jumped down to where Twigg was nestled in the trees roots, and hauled him up. His armour was covered in thick brown, and green sludge. Wenck began to shake the trooper awake, "Twigg?" He asked, tenderly, "Twigg, come on mate." He grunted, hauling him up. Dergan was a massive bag of muscle, and as such, exceedingly heavy. Rexus gasped and wheezed, as he pulled him out of the mud, and then promptly dumped him outside of the sludge hole.

The stormtrooper sergeant, then pulled off his helmet, and attempted to wipe his face clear of sweat, instead smearing it with cold, brown muck. "Come on you bastard." He breathlessly cursed, reaching down and unsealing his helmet, "Please tell me you're-" As Rexus tossed Twiggs helm away, he smiled. Like a baby, Twigg was asleep, slowly dozing. "Oh, you fat, lazy, motherkarker," Rexus grinned, relieved, "Come on, wake up Twigg!" He barked.

Nothing.

Rexus groaned, and began to shake him again. "Twigg, come on mate." Rexus pleaded, his happiness, now fading into desperation, "Come on mate, it's time to wake-"

CRACK!​

The sound, which reverberated through the air, along with the smell of burning ozone made Rexus wince. The trooper by instinct dove to the ground, on top of his colleague. The sound was defeaning, yet only sat for an instant. Wenck's ears began to reverberate with white noise. He couldn't hear a damn thing, but his eyes looked around. Nothing. It wasn't a bombing run, or fighter attack. What the hell was that?

Sergeant Wenck considered the question when two gruff hands pulled him off of Twigg. The giant awoke, and by the force did he look pissed. Rexus, still unable to hear, due to popped ears watched as his colleague mouthed obscenities at him. "I can't hear you." Rexus informed him as Twigg continued a filthy verbal tirade. He then looked at himself, smeared with mud, and muck, and pointed a finger at his superior, and again mouted something, becoming increasingly aggressive. Rexus knew this wouldn't end well, he looked at his finger, covered in dirt, and grime, and sighed, as he stuck it in his ear, trying to unpop them. As soon as he finished, getting more dirt on himself, he heard the dulcet tones of Private Twigg's unrelenting anger.

"Hear me can you?!" Twigg bellowed, Wenck caught him mid-rant "You think this is some kind of karking joke, you kriffing, kriffing, kriffing," Twiggs head struggled to compound an articulate insult, "Chinless nerf fiddler!" He spat, "I have muck everywhere!" He growled, "And if you-!" Rexus shook his head, and approached the trooper, wrapping his arms around him.

"Never change Twigg," Rexus chuckled, as he wrapped his arms around him, "I thought I lost you mate," He whispered to him, "I thought you were a goner." He held Dergan close, as the larger man struggled out of the embrace, visually disgusted. Wenck closed his eyes, and basked in the repugnant humidity of the swamp. "I thought you were dead man."

The impulsive, immediate anger which reverberated within Twigg seemed to melt away, in the wake of the gesture. The larger trooper grumbled, "What the hell is all this about?" Twigg barked, pushing him away, and cleaving his helmet, passing and brushing away some of the dirt on it, before sliding it back on. "And what the hell happened?"

Rexus bent down, and picked up his own before sliding it on. He now looked like a monster, made out of mud, before, he began to jog back, "We crashed Twigg," Rexus informed him, as he turned around the corner, and lead him back to the crash site. The remaining stormtroopers, had now taken to securing a perimeter. Rexus' eyes scanned around the thick swamp, "And, poodoo got-" He gestured to the ruins of the Podracer.

Twigg looked around, and glared at the gunship, in some disbelief, "Karked up." He muttered, looking around, at the dead bodies scattered around, "How'd things get this bad?" he asked, stunned, "How'd we survive Boss?" He continued, "How'd I-" He paused, as Rexus, laid a hand on his shoulder, attempting to soothe him, "Of all people here boss.." He was glum, "Of all people on that ship, why us?"

Rexus couldn't quite answer that. He wasn't particularly the superstitious sort. He was a man who largely thought pragmatically, and if not pargamtically, with his fleshy lightsabre, when it came to female company. "We got lucky." Wenck replied, in an uncharacteristically sober manner. That would be enough for now. Twigg understood the sentiment, and began to scan around, moving away from the gunship. In the distance, the sounds of mortars firing, and hitting the ground could be heard. It was time, in Rexus' mind, to assert some authority.

"Oi, Hard Shell!" Wenck barked to Scars, he moved over to her, "We got some kinda count on how many people we've got kicking?" He coolly inquired, "I don't wanna be that guy," He continued, "But given the sound of that," He pointed in the direction of the mortar fire, "We're gonna need to get our arses into gear, and roll out." He paused, "With all due respect, ma'am." He offered, realising this Hardy wouldn't feel too obliged to take aboard the advice of little more than a sergeant. "Now, I reckon we-"

"INCOMING!" A trooper bellowed, before taking cover. Laser blasts began to tear through the canopy, randomly spraying through the treeline, and around the wreckage of the gunship. Wenck hit the deck, curling up by a tree, and reaching for his rifle. Ready to fire at whatever the hell had just begun to attack them. If this wasn't a sign to get a wriggle on, what would be?

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Dagobah, GA FOB

Allies: GA, SJO, CiS and allies
Enemies: FO and allies

Nearby: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Draven Dursden"]
Engaging: N/A

Spoiler: Gear

Armour:

Sasori Armoured Robes
Murr Earings

Weapon:

Asaraa's Lightsaber

Droids:

1 Pack of Pred-X
1 Pack of War-X

Well this was happening then, the first order just didn't seem to want to give up, although what they wanted with a planet that had just survived an invasion was anyone's guess. Or at least the guess of people far above her head. For now at least the Padawan, while she had many thoughts about what was going on it wasn't her job to try and figure it out...yet. Instead, it was her job to listen to her master and provide support to the Galactic Alliance as they needed it. The young woman's blue eyes rested on Yuroic as he laid out his orders, her head bobbing at the man as he issued his orders, taking command of their contingent and issuing them their orders as he reacted to the arrival of the enemy forces in the space around the planet.

Asaraa could feel the forward operating base coming to life around them, the troops hurrying around under the supervision of their commanders, a thrum of determination and restrained anger seeming to fill the air as the Galactic Alliance started to prepare for the coming assault. Even as the Togruta reached for her belt, for the datapad resting there she heard the familiar voice of Galactic Supreme commander crackling out over her comm link. For the briefest moment, she paused, listening to his speech before letting a smile touch her lips, it looked like the defenders were ready to give it their all, and she wasn't planning on letting the side down. Her fingers resumed their journey to seize the datapad, issuing a series of commands into the device. She could hear a snarling, a crunching as the droids around her came to life, the smaller Pred-X droids sniffing the air and slinking out of the base, out to patrol the environs while their larger cousins waited for orders. Satisfied that everything was working as planned she let the datapad fall from her hand, floating back to her side as she check her lightsaber hanging by her side as she padded over to Draven, to the wall he was constructing. "You doing ok?"

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Dagobah bog​

Allies: The First Order | [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Elensa Jari"] | [member="Kayrce"] (nearby)​

Enemies: The Galactic Alliance | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] (?) | [member="Mishel Noren"] (?)​

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She passed the presence of the Zambrano woman as she travelled through the trees, hopping and skipping her way from branch to branch, each step a balancing act. Rightfully, Ara was following her as she made her way to Elensa. Once she spotted the mute woman, Samka sat upon the tree branch, pushing the shrubbery aside to make herself known.

"It's rather scenic, isn't it?" Samka said from atop her perch just as Ara appeared from amidst the undergrowth, reuniting the three Ren. Beside her, a snake curled its way around the tree trunk, regarding the intruder atop his home with curiosity, forked tongue flickering in and out. Sensing no danger, Samka gave the snake nothing more than a glance.

"I hope you're enjoying yourselves down there amongst the filth," a teasing smile creeping onto the corners of her mouth. In the distance blasterfire, even the sound of mortar shelling. "There's a heavier presence than I expected for a putrid swamp," Samka told the two women. "Larger numbers on our side would have been preferable but there's still aid on this world should you know where to find it and we have an advantage they can scarcely comprehend."

The young Ren closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Ignoring the physical realm which contained nought but the vile stench of swamp water, the Dark Side was incredibly strong here. A world so rich in Darkness that had known war so recently, it energised them. Around her she could feel the scattered presence of the Light, their numbers must be obscenely large to even register upon this world. The Jedi had chosen to fight among the Darkness and it would be their doom.

Through that something else twinged on her mind. Something was trying to reach her mind. It didn't come from the Dark Side yet the Ren didn't attempt to block it out of curiosity, perhaps the Jedi were offering negotiations, that might be agreeable considering neither side held an overwhelming advantage. What she saw instead through the vision given by [member="Veino Garn"] was... a tree? Samka gave one of the branches near her a quick tap with the back of her heel. The tree didn't seem to mind much. On closer inspection the creature in the vision didn't seem to be a tree but something else covered in moss.

Who dares disturb the guardian? None but the swamp grass and tree roots may come. Be gone, two-leggeds. Your kind does not belong.​

Samka bit her lip in contemplation for a moment. Was there a guardian who would restrict them access? It seemed absurd but far stranger things had occurred in this galaxy that only a fool would dismiss everything without a second thought. They must use caution. So she thought logically.

Firstly there'd been no such guardian when she'd visited this world before. Granted, planets were large places so the guardian may be more localised but secondly, a mortar exploded in the distance as if to accent her thoughts, the Galactic Alliance had been here a long time and they clearly hadn't been thrown out yet.

Deep in thought, the girl hadn't noticed the snake by her side approach further. It had slithered its way along the branch and now it curled around her. Still she did not move, sensing not only an absence of threat but a message behind the serpent's actions. The reptile curled around her waist and draped its body behind the girl's neck. Its head craned around so that the eyes of woman and beast met and with that connection, the Dark Side soared within her.

She understood now, giving the snake a knowing smile. It was the opposite of what the vision had said, the swamp wanted them here. This nest of the Dark Side was aching for liberation.

Not moving as the snake remained coiled around her, Samka spoke to the mute Ren among them, "Elensa," she called upon the one weakest in the Force as a test, a measurement of the power here. "Focus on the Dark around you, the unrestrained passion in this place. Where does it call you? For now, we'll go as you command."

 

[Luther Lewis]

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Allies: [member="FN-6767"], [member="Rexus Wenck"].
Enemies: [member="Nuuc Lapt"], [member="Lyra Sunfell"], [member="Kip Hollaran"].
Location: Unknown 'landing' site. Swamps of Dagobah.
Luther's Equipment:

Spoiler

• DE-39 "Deep Fryer" Model Maser Rifle.
• Medical Backpack.
• FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour. Tank-Trooper Variant embellished with medical symbol.

Vehicle Status:

Spoiler

Vehicle: LAVr FI-H8b 'Hussar' Command Speeder. Stripped sensor/targeting and command suites, retrofitting said areas for medical support.
Crew: 11th Armoured Division.
Action: Unknown.
Hull: Unknown.
Mobility: Unknown.
Crew Health: Unknown.

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Muddy, filthy water filled his helmet as Scars shook Luther awake. While the movement did little to rouse the soldier, the act of breathing in the foul water certainly did the trick. He spluttered and choked, ripping off his helmet. He retched and coughed up the water, hands and knees in the mud. When he was feeling more like himself, and less like a fetid water-skin, he did a quick sit-rep. His helmet rebreather had cracked, letting in the water. His head was sore as hell and was severely bruised. A clinical part of him thought: 'possible concussion, extended rest advised. Avoid food and drink, driving and taking any medicine for 24 hours'. He reached in to his medical pack, thankful that it was still attached to his back. He popped some painkillers into his mouth and swallowed. With some effort, he managed to stand.

He let out a large gasp of pain as he put weight on his left knee. A quick inspection showed that it was very swollen ('apply compress and avoid putting weight on the knee') but didn't appear to be broken. The painkillers worked their magic fast and he found, through gritted teeth, that he could walk fine. He emptied the water from his helm and once again placed it on his head. He winced at the smell, and breathing was slightly more difficult without the active rebreather. But it would serve.

He counted himself lucky once he saw the state of the other troopers. Many were clearly dead, but he checked their bodies anyway. Those who, by some miracle, survived were starting to form a perimeter, bodies moving in automatic while their minds were in shock. One man had dragged himself along the mud, leaving a large trail. Luther found the man huddled in the hollow of a large tree. He was in bad shape; the once pristine white chest-plate was now stained red. Luther wasted no time and started to remove armour plates from the groaning man. He injected a large dose of strong painkillers into the man's thigh and the man fell silent as the drug worked its way into his system. His heaving chest slowed into steady rise and fall. Luther reached into his medical pack, started pulling tools out. He reached for the man-

CRACK!

Luther's head snapped up at the loud sound and his hand instinctively went to his ears. He paused, unsure if the sound came from a nearby threat. When no attack was forthcoming, he turned back to the wounded soldier. The man's eyes were still and glassy. His chest fell still, and his pulse slackened until his blood flowed no more. Luther hesitated, then packed up his tools. Closing the dead private's eyes, he gave the man a small salute before walking away. There were living still to save.

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He had two people left to check, Rexus and Scars. He glanced at Scars and shook his head. There wasn't much that could take her down, she didn't need treatment. He asked were Rexus had gone and a private said he'd seen the man mucking in the swamp. Luther, who was more worried about troopers who couldn't walk, figured the man was probably ok. He addressed the group of idle troopers. "Grab what ammo and supplies you can from the dead. Leave the bodies, we'll have to just recover their tags for now". He could see that this upset the men, but they did as he said.

There were nervous glances as long whistles sounded from afar. The high-pitched noises were punctuated by a loud explosion as a finale. Mortars. They were a feared by infantry as much as snipers. Anything that promised instant death with little warning spooked soldiers. They men shuffled their feet, but when it was clear the guns weren't aimed at them, they relaxed slightly. Rexus had returned and was deep in discussion with Scars. Luther approached them-

"Incoming!"

Lasers tore through the air, narrowly missing Luther, striking the ground around the Sergeant. He was thrown backwards into a puddle, his helmet immediately starting to fill with water. He half-choked, half-growled as the he pulled himself up and into cover behind large boulder. "Feth, time to leave" he said, spitting out bog-water.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Location: Force Nexus – Swamp
Allies: Alliance, Silvers, Confederacy, Remnant, Soveriegnty, Luke Skywalker’s Ghost, [member="Veino Garn"], [member="Ever Dawnracer"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Rapax"] [member="Kat"] Van-Derveld
Enemies: First Order, Kylo Ren’s music career, [member="Emilia Ravel"]

The call came in from Aryn Teth, the new Supreme Commander. He was making a name for himself. Only been a leader for a few hours, btu already inspiring those around him. The younger Jedi could lead the Alliance to victory, but he was going to need help. That was why Coren was here. Much like Omai Rhen, Coren was a militant Jedi, he was the one who was going to help lead his comrades to victory on this front. A hopeful-Marshal and one who would do what was needed, he was moving his own crew towards the enemy.

They were sighted, they were needing to be removed from this world. They programmed their men and women who fought, told hem who to be, how to act, what to think. The Alliance and her allies were not like that. Well, short of the Confederacy, but that was a droid army.

His orange blade was lit and he was ready. Knowing he had his comrades on his side, and working with one of his, and his family’s oldest comrades, Veino, he had nothing to fear. The Ren were naught but a poser to the throne of the Dark Side. The Sith understood the power, the Ren, he wasn’t sure about. All he knew was to defeat them. “Roger that, Garn. I’ll see about getting behind them” Causing barriers and a whole lot of noise, Coren knew what he was good for. And it was assault.

He reached out to the Force, grabbing hold of those he knew were on his side. He was going to help network everyone so they could work together. His main goal was reaching that ship that went down, and sending those Ren to their creator. All he needed to do was keep them busy.

 

[Loto Afu]

Location: Debris Field from the first battle of Dagobah
Ship “Power of love” http://starwarsrp.net/topic/96464-gr-105-crusis-armed-transport
Primary mission: loot the salvage
Allied: I’m all alone
Dance partners: [member="Brennan Cabrol"]
#TeamAlliance

Music​

“The power of love is a curious thing, make a one man weak, make another man sing”


Loto continued to bop and dance around the starboard cargo hold listening to the old folk song playing over the ships intercom while looking over the treasure that had been collected through the week or so they had been in the field. The hunting had been good and aside from the batter hull of the http://starwarsrp.net/topic/117157-imperial-intersector-ii-class-sloop/ that was firmly held with their top side cargo spars they had fighter parts for days that had been not so carefully collected and placed in the ships massive holds. He was making one final catalog the bounty before the departed back to Coalition space.

“Captain!, incoming!” yelled his first officer over the intercom.

“What?” Loto asked surprised by the sudden alarm and lack of composure.

“We have multiple First Order contacts, dagobah even reported one reverting in atmosphere!” He responded.

“Ok, first bro’da take a chill pill, your way to hype, second set course and take us out of the debris field, we gotta get clear before we can jump out.”

Loto dropped what he was doing and headed for the bridge, life of a salvager, never boring!

 

[Srina Talon]

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Location: Alliance FOB - Fort Nemo
Allies (GA, CIS, and GA Allies) | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], [member="Rapax"], [member="Aryn Teth"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Qymaen sil Jurai"]
Enemies: First Order and First Order Allies

Spoiler

Armor:

• Starfire Protocol [Including Boots/Gloves/Personal Shield/Etc]
• Terentatek Body Glove
• SU-03 Hunter Cloaking Device

Weapons:

• HG-54 "The Vora" Class Verpine Hand Cannon
• Holdin' Aces
• Lightsaber [White Blade/CrossGuard]
• One Red Fang Squad

Back Sling:

• All Fate

Srina had been assigned to maintain the Confederate presence on Dagobah in the stead of Darth Metus. There was a lot of trouble brewing, and although they’d held their ground against the surprise attack from the Galactic Empire, the young Echani couldn’t help but feel on edge. As she stood in the FOB for the Alliance silver eyes observed brightly lit screens that pulsed with raw data. Nothing in her stoic expression gave away her thoughts, or her feelings, on the ongoing operations. Only the slightly darkened half-moon patches of skin beneath her eyes revealed intense exhaustion.

Sleep, when there were still enemies running loose in the swamps, was a luxury they could not yet afford.

The Jedi across the holo-table made a joke and for a brief moment her all too severe gaze broke, showing the slightest bit of personality and charm, before it receded beneath proverbial storm clouds. Aryn Teth seemed uncomfortable. Whether it was from heat, or boredom, the slender Echani could not say. “They are loyal Imperial soldiers, my Jedi. They do not easily surrender.”

The fact that the Galactic Alliance seemed intent on taking prisoners was a mystery to her. The Empire had struck Dagobah, with a mighty hammer, and yet, the Alliance seemed intent on sparing lives. The battle-minded Echani did not see the point. Keeping captives fed, clothed, and in living conditions that were acceptable by moral standards was a strain they could ill afford. Especially, since the blockade. The troopers were indeed in lucky that Srina was not in charge of their continued existence. Under the control of the Supreme Commander, they would live to see a new sunrise, whereas the Sith Apprentice would have simply put them down. Like a rabid dog.

A dead enemy, generally speaking, does not return to fight another day. Every departed Empire soldier was one less blaster the Alliance had to contend with. It was one more soldier that could possibly make it home.

Srina had cleaned her armor from mud, blood, and other grisly remains as best she could. It still didn’t look pristine, but at the very least, it smelled less like a watering hole. Typically starlit hair, pure and white as fresh fallen snow, was pulled back, high on her head in a braided bun. The color was off. Dagobah was swamp. There was no avoiding the muck—not even for someone so inherently graceful and deliberate. Her weapons were still strapped to her body, however, they had been cleaned as well. Especially the weighty Verpine hand cannon. It was a lovely weapon, deadly, precise, and surprising. However, it held delicate inner components that did not enjoy being wet.

All at once, what had become marginally tiresome cleanup operations, turned into a flurry of commotion and organized chaos. Barely a full rotation had passed since the majority of the Empire had taken leave. Now the First Order had arrived? Srina frowned, but kept remained silent, and began mentally reaching for her Master. He had left her at the Alliance FOB to both aid Aryn Teth and to guide Confederate forces in his stead. She hadn’t received a response through their bond and instead focused on the other occupant that joined them at the map table. The words of [member="Taeli Raaf"] about Teth being bored caused silver eyes to flicker.

“I blame you for this, Commander.”

She was teasing. Though, it would be hard to tell. The already emotionally stunted apprentice had begun to shut down with the notion of a new battle imminent.

Instead of hearing the voice of her Master in her head, she felt another, [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], inquiring as to the status of their extraction. `We won’t be leaving yet although most of our people have already gone off-world due to injury or necessity. The First Order has arrived. I’m at the FOB with Alliance command. If you are nearby bring any CIS here with you... We will need assistance with defense.’

Her transmission cut off when the Supreme Commander began to make a speech that reminded her of someone more seasoned. Older. Yes, Aryn Teth had been a mere General previously to the last twenty-four hours, but none would know it. Some people were born to lead. He was one of them. His words rang true and strong through the comms of everyone tuned in to the frequency. She could feel his thoughts, his plans, bubbling beneath the surface of everything he was. Some of the Alliance goals had been explained to her for practical purposes. If they could not win, they would hold the line, until their collective forces could safely retreat.

The sound of metallic feet scraping the floor caught her attention. Echani eyes missed little, and even with the sudden appearance of the First Order, she remained vigilant. A hulking figure that, tall, and imposing made its way into the Alliance FOB. It was a wonder that Aryn hadn’t stopped to question it, and even more of a wonder, that staff hadn’t paused to flee in terror. Perhaps they assumed the friendly alerts that they had received belonged to him. It, or perhaps he, held unaffected slit-pupiled golden eyes, housed by a skull-like mask.

Srina had never met this particular Confederate in person. That did not mean, however, that she had not heard of a droid-like warrior rising in the ranks. His starships were stunning, with calculated, effective methodology that could make the bravest of men cower. Despite his appearance, he must have had organic properties, because his true name lifted to her mind as easily as air moved. “General Jurai…”, the silvery apprentice breathed in greeting, gray eyes quiet, and unmoved. “Welcome. Your prompt assistance is most appreciated. I’m sure you’ve noticed that the First Order is here to finish what the Empire started. On the ground we’re taking orders from the Supreme Commander.”

The small woman pointed to toward Aryn, who was busy readying his troops, before returning her focus to the droid-like monstrosity. She held a certain amount of wonder while watching him. He was not like HK-36 or any other droid she had ever seen. A cyborg of sorts? She hadn't deliberately invaded his thoughts but her abilities occasionally had a mind of their own. It was confusing, intriguing, however extremely irrelevant considering the circumstances. He was capable, fearsome, and loyal to the Confederacy. That was all that mattered. “For air troops contact Admiral Nai via the Fleetcomm channel. We need to hold our positions for now and do what we can to push them back...At least, until evac becomes necessary.”

There a thought lingering in the back of her mind. A sudden memory, that she didn't remember having. It was that of the Dark Side cave. Her eyes went back toward Aryn Teth...What exactly was he thinking? Srina remained silent when she felt something reverberate through the floor. She'd stepped away from the holotable maps, vid-screens, and comms for only a few moments to greet the Confederate Qymaen sil Jurai but something had definitely happened. Part of her wondered if it was an earthquake. "What was that?", she questioned the room, asking any that had the information to answer. At the very least, she was grateful, that the tremors hadn't returned. The last thing they needed was the very planet working against them.