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

[Elensa Jari]

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Allies | [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Kayrce"] (nearby) |​

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

Equipment | Armour | Lightsaber Pike |​

Scenic wasn't the word that Elensa would have used to describe this awful place, though it was true that there was something primal about it, possessing a draw that beckoned one to let go of all civilised restraints and simply merge with the jungle. For is that not the true embodiment of the Dark?, she thought in silence, observing Samka with dispassionate eyes. My chains are broken. The Force shall free me. What is that, but to truly be oneself, free of all restraints? Yes...the lure of the darkness was stronger here than she had felt in a long time, and it would have been a thing of utter simplicity to surrender to it.

But it's also known that the things that are most seductive are those that can so easily corrupt you. That was ever the danger of the Dark Side: the double-edged sword which ever threatened those who practiced its arts. On the one hand, the power necessary to achieve any goal, to be free of every obligation and to walk no path but that of your own choosing. On the other...corruption and madness, as reason and inner balance gave way to the darkness, that destructive element that was but whimsy and impulsiveness given form. When one is wholly taken by the darkness, that which returns is but a pale shadow of what once existed, replaced only by wild instinct and destructive reflex.

Dagobah, it seemed, would be a far more dangerous world than she had suspected. The mere physical hazards were of little consequence to the darker fate that might await the mind.

Her attention drawn by the words of the diminutive Master, a person who looked more like a girl than a grown woman, and yet possessing the strength of something far more deadly than the snake that had curled around her body, Elensa shook herself from her reverie, focusing instead on the task at hand. The Ren prove themselves more suited to the Sith path by the moment, she thought solemnly, not for the first time. Her own Master had exhibited such tendencies before, and now this one did the same. Always testing, always pressuring, looking for the breaking points. It was part of what she admired about them, but also what she despised about them. As it should: love and hatred in equal measure, one set against the other in endless struggle, with power being the result of that tension.

She closed her eyes slowly, another sense lost to her for a moment as she reached out with the one that stemmed from her very core, touched by the energies all around them, one with a firm grip around her heart that refused to relinquish her. Ah, the power in this place. So tempting, so alluring...so lethal. And yet, where the Force existed, so too was there insight: knowledge of things that she would not have known simply from reading a book, or observing the landscape. Her mind's eyes showed her the swamp, heavy with moisture and close from the heat. It showed her the darkness snaking through the trees, permeating everything, a black mist that snaked through branches and penetrated roots. And, at the end of that stream of shadow...a cave, the mouth of it narrow and worn smooth, the within, nothing but impenetrable tenebrosity. The heart of the darkness.

Where else would they go? The Force, it seemed, wanted them there.

The pommel of her pike stabbing firmly into the ground before her, the young woman made her way over to the smaller Ren, reaching out with her free hand to make contact with the girl's forehead, the lightest of touches, pale fingers against warm flesh. Her thoughts coalesced, drawing upon what she had envisioned with her senses, and projected it to the more experienced Force User, hoping that she would see the same thing that Elensa now observed in her mind's eyes.

There, she confirmed, that single word echoing through her thoughts in a voice that rang through her mind in a lilting Hapan accent, carefully-accentuated in the way that she remembered her own voice once sounded, though older, less innocent, more weary of the world. Such is what she had become. Darkness gathers there. And before it, she sensed, bright lights that showed the presence of those who would stand between the Ren and that nexus - Jedi, perhaps, or those who had yet to embrace the truth that was the dark.

The Disciple lowered her hand, nodding towards Samka in a gesture that was intended to confirm her choice. Though their objectives here were undoubtedly to aid their forces in the removal of all hostiles from this planet, to claim it for the First Order...something told her that they first had to embrace the gathered darkness, and use it to cleanse this place of the Light. Only then can it be ours, an offering to the Supreme Leader, and the darkness over which he rules.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Hex M, 50 GSM \\ Dagobah System​

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LAAT/i Gunship | Breaching Planetary Cordon​

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Enemies:​

[member="Mathieu Bahreiko"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Mazik Stazi"] | [member="Nuuc Lapt"]​

Allies:​

[member="The Major"] | [member="Emilia Ravel"] | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Kayrce"]​

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The first few jarring jolts of weapons fire absorbed by the gunship's shields were a wake up call for anyone who might have been feeling less than fully aware - what followed was far less gentle. A violent explosion rocked the vessel to port, the closely huddled bodies of the troopers slamming into one another before pressing up against the bulkhead. Debris contacting the blast shield long their starboard side rattled, a hollow sound reverberating inside as the engines whined. The cackle of energy coming from the composite beam cannons sent shivers running down Rolf's spine, the low buzz filling his chest with each discharge. Again, another explosion this time forcing the nose of the gunship down - or at least, he thought it was down. With a violent jerk the deck dropped beneath his feet, the hard surface of his helmet coming into contact with the hull. *Fething..* his thoughts were interrupted as the deck swelled again, his teeth coming down hard upon each other. The sound of his teeth snapping together was drowned out by a new noise, a hiccuping surge of engine power bringing the vessel back along a stable flight path. It was only then that Rolf felt the sliver of doubt creeping up on him. According to the muted layout of his HUD, they'd already lost a quarter of their number. The first wave was being hit hard. Where was their covering fire?

Another spray of blaster fire, enemy presumably, strafed across the hull of the LAAT/i sending yet another wave of echoes washing through the small bay. They had to have almost made it to the atmosphere by now, if they didn't get there soon Rolf began to question how many of them would remain. A voice cut through the din, transmitted internally to the gunship and its occupants.

:: Breaching Atmos. ETA to landfall, Two minutes. ::

Two full minutes. Any other time, two minutes might have felt like an instance, but the next two here felt like an eternity. By the time they'd reached low altitude Rolf questioned how long they'd been here already. Several minutes, hours, days - certainly not a week.. and then he was once again drawn from his thoughts. The fire picked up in intensity, rattling against the hull outside but this was something different. Gone were the heavy and powerful contacts they'd felt as they entered the atmosphere, these were light, rapid, intense. *Fighters.* Or gunships. Rolf couldn't tell, but he could feel their angle of descent change, they were leveling out. A moment too soon, Rolf sighed in relief - he only realized his mistake a fraction of a second later.

KrakkkOW​

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Followed by a coughing stutter of the engines and a massive lurch earthward, the LAAT/i shook violently. Whatever had hit them had done so with such violence it sucked the wind right out of the Colonel. For a moment he saw clear sky and then - nothing.

 

[LT-137]

Location: Dagobah -> Swamps (Location Unknown.)
Primary Objective: Search and Rescue.
Secondary Objective: Advanced Reconnaissance.
Allies: The First Order, The Golden Company.
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance.
Equipment: See NPC unit Submission.
Complement: Two Phaethon-Class Gunships, and One Sun Guard 'Legion.'

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There were no words that could accurately describe the look of stupefied shock that painted Khonsu’s dark, and hooded features. The Golden Company had expected to run into a handful of Alliance soldiers and were utterly surprised that they were greeted by a woman, clad in spacer’s leather, instead. In the first seconds of rising tension, that came after the sensation of surprise had faded, the Golden Tribune believed himself to be standing opposite of a Jedi, or at least one of the many unworthy sabre-jockey’s that laid claim to the name.

His mind swam with the endless possibilities that came with such an encounter, but was suddenly cut short as a Bothan - once shrouded by the shadow of the shuttle - revealed himself and started firing.

:: Enemy Contact! Return fire!::​

One of the Sun Guard’s were thrown from their feet, the already carbon-scored armour stitched with fresh plasmatic impacts. The others had taken that momentary reprieve to thumb the activator switch on their mobility shields, allowing themselves to become encapsulated in a thrumming field of projected energy. Now protected by the crackling, sapphire-hued barrier, the remaining members of the battle-scarred Cohort hefted their gauss rifles and took aim. In the span of a human heartbeat, they added the thunderous fury of their weapons to the chaotic cannonade - allowing hell itself to break free within the heart of the swamp.

The woman that had greeted Khonsu and his men had dived back behind her ship, and away from harm. In his mind, she wasn’t a combatant - yet - thus cared little for stitching the ground with magnetically propelled quarrels in an attempt to end her life. He would have to deal with the armed Bothan first, then perhaps that woman could give him the answers needed to piece this slaughter, for a lack of a better word, together.

Who knows, she might even both worth something if ransomed to the Alliance.​

Stepping forward, and feeling the weight of his armour sink into the marshland, Khonsu kept his finger on the trigger and continued firing at the Bothan - that was until the very planet itself shook beneath his feet. Something had happened in the distance. A sudden flash that ignited the dark and dull hues of the mist-shrouded world and the subsequent sonic boom drowned everything in an ear-splitting ensemble. The violence of arrival was enough to send two of the Sun Guard’s from their feet, as the impact caught them mid-stride, but Khonsu had somehow managed to regain his balance - despite the bog greedily sucking at his boots.

With his magazine running dry, the Thyrsian took advantage of the tectonic shift and drew his sidearm. In one, swift motion, Khonsu sighted the Bothan down the length of his extended barrel and pulled the trigger.

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[Cassus Stoma]

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Cassus Stoma​

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Fort Nemo, Sluis Sector, Outer Rim Territories​

Objective: Provide Assistance​

Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Aryn Teth"]​

Enemies: The First Order​

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The Sovereignty was a relatively fresh face upon the Galactic Map, but it had no intentions of sitting idly whilst the Galaxy burned around it, that much was certain; that much Cassus could already tell. The Sovereignty would fight against the armies of the dark side, whether that be the First Order, the Sith Empire or the Galactic Empire - it was, after all, what the young man had been itching for. That and doing right by his saviours. It was the shuttle's drop-pod bay that he stood in, propped against one of the walls with a pair of keen eyes watching the small craft he would soon descend planet-side within.

Cassus could feel the vessel lurch from hyperspace, gripping the closest item nearby to hold him within place. A red light washed over the room, signalling it wasn't time just yet. A voice, however, further reiterated such fact. "Dropping in five." It casually remarked, the gruff voice of the veteran Operator ringing true. "Get to your pods." This would be it, the moment of truth. It had happened countless of times before, but with each drop it was a brand new experience.

Those minutes couldn't of gone any slower as Cassus had hastily prepared himself within the pod. His weapons secured and locked in, unable to come free in the bumpy ride that was soon set to ensue. Then there it was. The door closed on him, looking out through the viewport as it shifted him outwards. Cassus' eyes looking down into the fog below, unable to pierce through like his pod soon would.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Swoosh!

The pod was let go, soaring downwards to the surface. It wasn't a combat drop, at least not yet or so they had thought. Their target was that of Fort Nemo where they would fall under the command of the Galactic Alliance, for their orders alone were to assist. After the rattling and shaking of the pod, the crunch of trees and wet-thud of impact, the Atmospheric Entry Covert Operators had landed. The troopers adorned in black armour disembarked their craft, and upon being spotted a few simple words were spoken over the comms.

"The Sovereignty has arrived."

 

[Huxy]

Allies: Glorious First Order
Nearest Allies: [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance & Alliance Allies
Aboard: N/A
Location: Atop 'Secured' Landing Pad, Dagobah Jungle
ST's under Command: Seventeen (Excluding Tempest)
Equipment:
"Deep Fryer" Rifle
P-23 Pistol
Ballistic Knife

"Let's see, a location...I suppose this could be as good as a place as any. You see, we set up the dropships in this location on the exterior of this opening, acting as cover for our own troops and the wounded. Yes, the ships will take damage of course...though it's a necessity so that we can get the wounded out. Then with the remaining dropships...I'd say there would be three remaining in this area that wouldn't make up cover...those we would use for med-evac. Along with the dropship, cover...don't forget some of the ships had sandbags and manual laser-cannon turrets that just need to be set up. Dr. Terrani, I mean...we could try to take that bunker we're assigned to take as well...though their's no telling how long it'll take. Which one do you want to go with?" The voice of Tempest came out slowly and softly as he tried to devise up a plan. At the moment, the clearing was up on a hill...offering a 'high-ground' advantage. They would just need to set up defenses and they should be fine...armor didn't do well in jungles and marshes so their needn't be a worry for it. They would just primarily need anti-infantry turrets and cover for a proper med-evac zone. Sure, it wouldn't be the most secure or most greatly devised zone...though it would have to work. That, and where they were at the moment was close to the battlefield but hopefully not close enough to be attacked from by Alliance forces or artillery. At least, Tempest hoped so. Tempest motioned to six of the troopers under his command to begin unloading defensive equipment with a few other stormtroopers. That left Tempest roughly with three troopers beside him and Dr. Terrani along with nine other stormtroopers which were ahead a few yards, watching for enemies. The sound of laser-fire hit the audio-receptors of the helmet of Tempest...their was gunfire being exchanged somewhere nearby. Well...not really nearby, it was more of within a few hundred yards...though it was close nonetheless. Tempest activated his comlink with a swift motion of his hand, trying to contact [member="Luther Ando"]. "Luther...it's Tempest, where are you and your fellow troopers? Also, what's your current objective?" The voice of Tempest came out swiftly and with urgency, he needed to know of both casualties and their objective encase they could somehow work together to overwhelm the Alliance forces.

The nearby stormtroopers began to unload defensive emplacements and cover to try and secure the hill as an advantage for the moment. Even if they didn't use the hill as a med-evac zone...it would still serve as a useful defensive point if a retreat was necessary. Some of the LAAT/ i's begun to move into position on parts of the hill, totaling four in total...one to teach 'corner' or 'edge' of the circle, evenly spaced apart before being followed by sandbags and laser-cannon turret emplacements. "Pilot's make sure to check your radar's...we don't want anyone sneaking up on us" Truth be told, Tempest didn't actually know if radar's for drop-ships worked on the ground. It was just an assumption he made...though he doubted it would work. There would probably be too much interference with the native wildlife to accurately make out if it were an enemy or some wild animal of some sort. Though, Tempest tried anyways.

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

| Nearby Ally : [member="FN-2826"] "Tempest" |
| Location : Dagobah jungles |
| Objective : Provide medical evac of GE forces/Survive the GA assault |
| Equipment:

Spoiler: ""

- Jungle fatigues
- Stormtrooper blast vest
- Medical backpack
- "Deep Fryer" rifle

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"Well...I don't particularly like the idea of keeping the wounded out in the open," mused the doctor, "but I suppose they will be easier to defend up here..." She nodded decisively. "Up here it is. What can I do to help?" She reached up to the back of her head, and pulled tresses of her hair in opposite directions, tightening her ponytail further. It was either another nervous reaction, or a burst of confidence--it was not clear.

Aes'ona winced slightly as the same sound of blaster fire coming over her earpiece, and her thoughts wandered home for a short-lived moment. Her Father, he knew nothing of her sudden decision to help in the invasion. She had not had time to send word, and even if she had she probably wouldn't have. Would he be angry? Proud? Irritated?

It didn't matter. She had made her choice, and now she was going to live though it. Instinctively, she hovered her finger over the trigger. She had war hero blood in her veins, right? Maybe it would take over now that she was out of the safety of a medical bay.

It would be fine. ...Or, it wouldn't. Those were the two outcome options. Either way, Terrani would do some good, help upkeep the First Order's war machine.

 

[Darren Torran]

Location: Troop Transport Ship - Exiting Hyperspace --> Dagobah Jungles
Allies: Galactic Alliance & Allies | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Marl"] | @Draven Durden
Enemies: First Order & Allies | [member="FN-2826"] | [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]
Objective: Deliver supplies and Troops to Dagobah's Surface

"Exiting hyperspace in 3...2... Holy crap!"

Darren had been called upon by the Silver Jedi's ground forces to deliver troops and supplies to Dagobah's surface after the Galactic Empire's last, unsuccessful, invasion on the planet. Unfortunately, although they won, the planet had been left rather short of the aforementioned assets and so they were in dire need of help. The Zabrak had not, however, expected there to be another large naval engagement going on when his squadron of Luna Troop Transports exited hyperspace in low orbit of the planet - and, in an unfortunate turn of events, a squadron of enemy starfighters.

"Crap... There's one on our tail, get them off!" Exclaimed the pilot of Darren's transport, down his comm unit.

Crash! One of the transport's engines.

"Dammit! Get them off us, Red."

"On it." Another transport behind made mincemeat of the starfighter, only to be taken down by the rest of it's squadron.

"Red! Sons of..."

"Carr!! Get is down to the damn ground - now!" Darren barked from his seat, using as loud of a voice as he could muster through his helmet.

Crash! One of the other engines.

"Grr... Two engines out, sir! This is not gonna be a pretty landing!"

"It doesn't matter - just get us down there! Can you hit those ones behind us with the torpedoes? Just - anything to get them off our tails."

"The turrets aren't hitting sir - they're too agile for us."

"Just keep trying!"

It took at while, and some good piloting, but eventually they managed to get the fighters off their tail - sustaining some damage - of course. Now the painful part, landing. Luckily, the transport wasn't going too fast due to the amount of damage they took.

"Brace!" The ship crashed through branches, slowing it down enough for the ship's impact to be minimal. With a sharp crash to the ground, and some seriously sore buttocks, the ship was grounded.

Darren sighed, tilting his head back in his seat. "I'm starting to get sick of this chit... Everyone up and move out!"

Although damaged, the majority of the ship's systems still worked, meaning that the troops could get out of there with ease and Darren could still contact the FOB on the ground. With the troops no longer on board, Darren stood and moved to the pilot's seat.

"This is Broadsword Squadron - does anybody read me? We have sustained significant damage to one transport ship and one has been destroyed. Two others are unaccounted for. We have no choice but to assume that they did not make it - until located and proven otherwise. However, due to the damaged caused by a squadron of enemy starfighters, we were forced to make an emergency landing a large distance away from the rendezvous point. Awaiting orders before progressing - anyone there?"

 

[Marl]

Side: SJO/GA.
Enemies: FO and Allies.
Objective: Forward Operating Bass Defense.
Current Allies:
[member="Tanaski Yumi"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Draven Dursden"] @Liuna Undizi @Asaara Vaashe @Aryn Toth [member="Darren Torran"]

Marl looked over to Draven who came over to help him put up defenses. He gave him a smile.

“About time you got over here, Dursden.” Marl joked. “So these guys are the First Order huh. I don’t see what the fuss about this Swamp planet is.” Marl said as he continued working on the fortifications. Suddenly a transmission played from his comm. Something playing on all frequencies. A man named Aryn Toth spoke words of wisdom like a true commander. He hoped that if they both made it out of the battle alive he could buy the man a drink. That’s a true leader.

Another transmission played, this time less inspiring a distress signal, one of the rangers who was bringing supplies had crashed into a swamp, it’d be a trek but he should make it back in time for the FO’s ground assault if he got moving in the next few minutes.

Marl looked back over to Draven. “Keep it up Dursden. Building walls build character.” He said with a slight smile as he walked over to Yuroic

“Sir, I have just received a distress signal from a Ranger shutte that landed in the swamps. I’d advise you let me and Dursden locate the survivors, and get as much supplies as we can from the shuttle before destroying the rest. Sir, as much as I’d hate to leave, We can’t allow the First Order to get these supplies or prisoners.” Marl said to Yuroicc, hoping he’ll listen.

 

[Nuuc Lapt]

Location: Dagobah Atmosphere

Allies: GA, [member="Lyra Sunfell"] | [member="Kip Hollaran"] | [member="Lyra Sunfell"]

Enemies: FO, [member="FN-6767"] | [member="Luther Ando"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] whoever else is on the ground near the dropships

Objective: Support Alliance assets on the ground


The sound of impact was massive, and this high above the ground Nuuc could feel a shockwave rattle his fighter. He fought with the controls momentarily to keep her steady, but luckily it was far enough away that there was little effect. The sight of it, however, was truly something to behold. At this distance it was a bright flash and thrown-up muck, dust, and smoke in the remains.

"What the hell was that?" asked Caz.

"Hyperspace crash," Mica replied, her voice steady and unshaken. "A big one."

"Their or ours?"

"Think it was theirs," Nuuc answered as his attention returned to the task at hand. "Must have miscalculated their drop out of hyperspace. Not our problem, come on."

As they raced over the swamps of Dagobah, Nuuc spotted in addition to the enemies several friendly gunships in the area, U-wings. Quite a few crash sites had cropped up down below, indicated by the rising smoke. He flipped his comms to an Alliance channel, hoping to get ahold of their commander.

"This is Green Squadron of the Salvation, putting out a call to all Alliance assets in the area, please respond. We will operate at your command."

"Nuuc, down there. Just beyond those trees." Caz's voice came over his comms pointing out a First Order crash site, several troopers having found their footing. "Should we give them a little welcoming gift?"

The Sullustan couldn't help but chuckle, dropping lower than the rest of his squad and pulling away from the formation. "I've got it. You three hold formation. Mica save your missiles for aerial targets."

"Copy that," she replied as he lined up his targeting reticle with the crash site.

With the flip of a switch he powered all five forward cannons, pulling the trigger to open fire on the ground troops. While the four smaller cannons maintained their typical paired fire, the central heavy cannon also blasted along with them. It made him vulnerable, drawing this much power away from shields to sustain heavy fire, but it would hopefully mean less troops to assault Alliance men on the ground.

 

[Ever Dawnracer]

Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Veino Garn"]
Enemies: [member="Emilia Ravel"] [member="Therran Graush"] @FO
Gear: Dawnracer's Gaiter, JSA-VAR, Ranger Armor, Ranger Blaster Stave, Ranger Scutum

She heard Starchaser was coming after them, and that was fine with her. Apparently a few of her people had picked up on his Force meddling. She called it that no matter who did it just because she enjoyed the thought of calling it that. Sure, if she wanted to learn she could do that kind of stuff herself, but she preferred to just think of the Force as her way of getting lucky rather than her way of manipulating people. She didn't really care. Ultimately it just meant that someone had their back which was perfectly alright with her considering she didn't know the planet all too well and was relying on outside sources of information fed to her HUD to keep her from getting lost.

Moving forward she drew closer and closer to where she was certain that the landing craft had gone down. Detecting movement ahead on her HUD, she held up a hand and switched to thermal imaging to be sure. Once she was positive that she was indeed seeing a figure approaching them, she signaled for the rest of her people to fan out in a very wide arc to keep moving forward. She tapped herself twice on the chest and pointed straight ahead, indicating that she would make contact herself, and that they should remain hidden as best as possible in the meantime.

Going forward, she lifted her stave to rest on her shoulder with the blaster end pointed forward. A flick of her thumb activated the scutum, putting a shield in front of her as she stalked towards the approaching figure. When she was certain of the direction that the figure was moving, she switched off the thermal and went back to regular vision, watching in front of her as she approached the figure that was approaching her. Could it be an enemy or a friendly? She didn't know, but she was sure going to find out. In order to do so, she stopped at a tree, leaning against the opposite side of it and waiting for a hard count to give the approaching person time to reach her.

When she started to hear footsteps, she swung out from behind the tree, scutum held in front of her, and stave aimed at the approacher. It was a woman wearing strange armor that she didn't recognize.

"Halt and identify yourself," she said to the approaching [member="Emilia Ravel"].

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Location Dagobah, near the Cave of Evil.​

Allies: First Order, [member="Therran Graush"] [member="Varas Kyrel"] [member="Emilia Ravel"]​

Enemies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Ever Dawnracer"], @Tiland Kortun, [member="Veino Garn"]​

Equipment: Armor of the Enforcer, Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Zark's Second Lightsaber, Gloria Blaster Pistol​

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Amidst the dark mist that permeated the air. Kyrel could sense [member="Mishel Noren"] presence touchback at him and he felt tremendous excitement at the thought of facing the traitor. From behind Kyrel noticed Therran approach along with Varas who had spoken Mishel's name aloud. That didn't surprise him as with their Force bond at certain moments either one of them could tell what they were thinking. He could only nod to her seeing that she was all ready for battle, he obliged Therran's advice and did not stick to small chit-chat.​

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He had begun to move through the murky swamp approaching the cave, the constant sounds of lizards and other reptiles only grew louder the more they had walked. The dark side growing with each step they took, they were like moths to the flame the more they grew closer to the source of the power, and throughout the swamp, he felt many light sided signatures as if they were only candles in the dark. He grinned underneath his helmet finding it to be hilarious that the Jedi thought they could win in a world where the Dark Side was everywhere. They would learn soon enough.​

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As they moved closer to now where he knew the cave wouldn't be far and neither would their enemies as all of a sudden he felt a presence that had touched his mind, and as what he could assume the others as well. He found it almost laughable but for the most part a pathetic attempt at trying to scare them away. Kyrel reached back to the source of the message and spoke in an icy tone. "Begone fool. Do not deter us from our path. The darkness of this world shall consume you and your pathetic attempts to frighten us will not work." He had said before pressing onward hoping the mental message had been clear.​

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He kept pressing onwards now so close to the cave, but then he saw smoke that indicated a crash was nearby, but the smoke was mixing in with the fog that it was difficult to detect it's location, then in that moment his HUD had gone wild displaying a new window from the Biocomm command network, which had shown not only nearby communications between the units all over the battlefield but if craft had sent out any signals. what appeared on the HUD was a downed gunship and the signal being the only one of FOSB Emilia Ravel who looked to be the only one survived the crash and so Kyrel looked ahead looking back at his Daughter and the FOSB operative with them. "Come I have just learned that Emilia Ravel has crashed.. Looks like the Cave might have to wait, we must not allow the enemy to capture her." ​

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He said worried of what the Alliance could do if they had captured a key operative of the FOSB that had just now put their plans on hold, and from what he had sensed in the Force, he noticed a few Force Signatures approaching soon. He eagerly pressed forward not wanting to allow the enemy of capturing an operative. They had walked for some time until seeing remnants of a crashed gunship straight ahead, brushing past vines and branches he saw what looked to be a feminine figure wearing a Stormtrooper helmet, slightly battered but was standing at least. He spoke concerned although the metallic tone of his helmet only displayed a cold tone as he spoke. "Emilia Ravel... Your signal has been picked up... Are you hurt?" He said sensing the signatures growing closer and having a feeling a fight was at hand. And was right as he had approached noticed a soldier first igniting his blade quickly the red blade hissing to life raising it.​

 

[Draven Dursden]

Draven glanced over his shoulder at the woman who had approached him and nodded, "I am hanging in there." He then rolls his eyes at Marl's words, "Why don't you build it then old man? Seems like you could use some." Continuing to build silently as he awaits his master's response to the soldier's question. Draven itched to get out there and actually see some combat, something exciting for once, instead of building this damn wall. It was now over their heads, and the Padawan set about building a second just to the left, forming a half a box between the two trees. Blasters would rip through some parts, but for the most part, it would be able to withstand one or two shots. It was certainly thick enough, sweat beaded on his forehead as he continued to use the force to bring the mud dirt and logs up.

As Draven did this, he smiled to himself. The trooper Marl had been more of a master to him than his actual one had been, guiding him through the battle which had caused his entire right side of his face to be burned and scarred, not beyond recognition, but certainly leaving a deep red mark. It had been a dark day for the young force user. The dark side had certainly tempted him, and almost consumed him. A shadow fell across his face as all these things swirled inside him, and he tried to focus, knowing that soon, he would be fighting for his life, and had a very good chance of loosing it. Smiling at the trooper sadly, Draven said, "Well I want you to know, no one else I would rather be fighting beside. Friend." He did not say the word friend lightly, and it was sincere, full of adoration, and respect. [member="Marl"]

 

[WelshGuy]

Objective: Ensure the FOB stays in Alliance control
Allies: [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Draven Dursden"]
Enemies: FO

Yuroic watched as the Silvers got to work, building defences and ensuring that they were bunkered down. He saw the droids that Asaraa brought with her, they rushed into the swamps patrolling the area, for now there seemed to be no sign of any immediate threat. Something that offered him a little relief as it meant that others were holding the First Order up, he knew that they would fall back here if the fighting went badly but he was hopeful it wouldn't. Supreme Commander, it was a title that Yuroic wasn't that bothered by, titles never were important to him. However, the speech was probably good for moral. It seemed to make the Alliance more determined, Yuroic felt no different but his resolve didn't falter either. He knew that they had to keep this base secure.

Marl approached him, Yuroic looked the soldier over and listened intently. He respected the soldier and understood the position that they were in. It was a difficult decision to make, while the supplies and soldiers couldn't be lost, Yuroic couldn't afford to send the leader of the Antarian Rangers away if the First Order attacks. Yuroic didn't know the Rangers well enough to order them into positions and who was best where. This wasn't a mission originally to be about defending Dagobah. Yuroic shook his head, "I need you here to lead the Rangers, Marl and Draven is too inexperienced to fight First Order should they reach the others. No, I will go alone. You will take charge of the Rangers and continuing the building of defence. If the First Order arrives before I come back, ensure they are forced into the choke point and target the troopers, any Ren members should not be approached by any soldiers. These Force Users are dangerous."

Yuroic issued his orders, he was also worried because he could sense that his Padawan was eager for battle. Too eager for Yuroic's likening. It would be too much risk that the Padawan would jump into a fight that could have been avoided to look heroic. No, it was too risky and the chance for battle would likely come to them anyway. Yuroic headed over to Asaraa, "Keep an eye on Draven, you two have to protect each other." He then headed over to Draven, "stay here, do not follow me. Stick with Asaraa and keep her safe. That is my order to you." He clasped the boy's shoulder before running into the swamp. Yuroic used the Force to increase his speed as he made way to the Rangers trapped.

 

[Draven Dursden]

Draven groaned in frustration and protest, "Master come on, I have had more than my fair-" He was cut off by the decisive order, and clap on the shoulder, so he bit his tongue. The boy was frustrated, in his head thinking that he and Marl would have been more than a match for any first order force user they came across. But he obeyed, as he had sworn to do. Going back he finished up the wall, now having half a box made, the rough walls looking much like a beaver damn, eventually he set to work on the third, and finally the fourth. The Padawan had erected the huge mud walls in between trees, the only open part was a gap between two slender trees, each wall about seven foot tall, continuing to frantically work on their defenses, Draven stripped his sopping wet shirt from his body, along with the protective armor, to exchange for cooling and better movement. Using his huge broad saber, the Padawan began to sharpen sticks and put them into the muddy water in slanted shape, just the tips barely protruding, unsuspecting intruders would run directly into them. As he worked Draven spoke to Marl, "What do you think? Think we got a snow balls chance?" ​While he continued to work on them, only taking time out to chew on the disgusting smelling cheese he had packed along. [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Marl"]

 

[Kier Grey]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2oMkN3Sfiw&t=559s​

Cpl. FN-6767 "Scars"
LAAT/i Gunship "Podracer", Dagobah Surface
Allies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Luther Ando"] | [member="The Major"]
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="[/COLOR]Kip Hollaran"] | [member="Lyra Sunfell"] | [member="Nuuc Lapt"]

Spoiler: Equipment

• FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour (Tank Trooper Variant, one-color white passive camouflage)
• FastTurn-3 Hydrospanner
• Plasma Torch
• Stuncuffs
• T-8B Self-Loading Precision Carbine
• G-11F Blaster Rifle

Scars rises from Luther once he stirs and glances around to the few surviving Troopers including Wenck, Luther, Twigg and atleast one other the rest were dead; killed by the blunt force trauma of hitting the ground those whom had survived received a variety of injuries ostensibly with the exception of Scars and Rexus. Extensive Cybernetic augmentation saw her not only survive previous wars and battles but emerge far stronger and with greater resilience to wounds that would cripple or kill a mere baseline Human. Less Impressive was Scars' disciplinary record, she had little tolerance for poor behaviour from Enlisted Personnel and Commissioned Officers alike and once assaulted some junior Stormtrooper Officer who had accosted a Twi'lek woman unlawfully and proceeded to have charges against her dropped but not before being busted down from Staff Sergeant to Lance Corporal and now Corporal. Many a Officer-Commanding found such a distinguished soldier holding her modest rank as stange until examining her disciplinary record in years gone passed. "Strip the field of ammunition, power cells and equipment people!" Scars bends slightly reaching down with one-hand she shakes free a few magazines from another Trooper's breastplate in a solemn silence; it was never pleasant but this was war and with Weapons like the T-8B Precision Carbine they'd strike fear into the hearts of the Order's enemies. And with no dense cities around it'd be weapons free. Some hypersonic boom reverberates through the Atmosphere bringing the Corporal into a straight posture and she raises Carbine up towards the Forest's ceiling formed by thick canopy. Rexus voice burrows into Scars' ears, without speaking she addresses the Trooper. "We've got four to five buckets on their feet Trooper, everyone look alive and stay alive. They'll be back" Pausing she listens to the sound of some object penetrating the Atmosphere, followed closely by the distant explosions of Mortars; that meant there would be a Galactic Alliance Platoon not too far from them, a prime target for a small force.

Scars listens briefly to Rexus' 'Suggestions' without bothering to acknowledge the man by looking over him, she knew his name from rumour and wouldn't permit such an oaf to take charge. Though before she can rebuke his thought on what they should do. "Bullet, shove you-" Laser fire rains down through the Canopy spluttering against the ground around Scars prompting a trained response. "Hit the dirt! Find cover!" She briefly sprints with Preturnatural speed slamming against a lofty tall Tree, breathing deeply with heart pounding firmly against breast; Scars peers around tree's width and up in direction of Repulsor engine sound to find some U-wing arrogantly circling their crash site like some preening hunter who had descended upon the carass of their prey. 'They're premature, this animal still has teeth' Scars thinks mentally before taking a knee amongst the muck bringing left-hand upto side of helmet opening a Comm-Channel with nearby First Order aviation assets. "Hawkeye-Alpha this is Ironside Ten-Alpha close-air support fire mission, GPS co-ordinates are as follows." Scars examines the latitude and longitude co-ordinates displayed by barely functioning visor and hears the Communications Officer aboard the closest Corvette acknowledge the close-air-support fire mission. With a smile she closes the channel, keeping rifle across breast breathing desperately. "IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO!?" Though the GA soldiers aboard the Dropship might not hear her, Scars taunts them openly.

The distinct cannon feedback from fighter rips through the canopy peppering the dropship's wreckage brings Scars a growl; eyes search ground through darkness searching for a tool that'd clip the fighter's wings and there it sits; a tube-like object laying in the lap of its eviscerated user. "I'm going to take that out, cover me!" Scars announces before sheathing T-8 Precision Carbine over shoulder before sprinting across the muddied clearing back towards LAAT/i Dropship, bravely charging through a hail of heavy blaster fire, feeling the splashes of energized plasma up along boots and thighs she dives into the mud for the MPL-23 beneath the cover of Dropship's 'wing' Respectfully she wrests it from the hands of comrade, offering a consolation to the dead man despite her earlier animosity for him as an adult volunteer. "I'm going to make them pay, Brother." heaving the launcher over left-shoulder and steadying it with right she activates the targeting system and searches for the fighter through the canopy with its' shape distinctly illuminated with Infrared radiation, distinct shape of S-foils giving it away. Calmly Scars stands in the open with blaster fire raining down around her in a suicidal display of courage and heroism. The droid brain whirrs excitedly with the signature locked firmly, small smirk finds a place in corner of Scars' lips. "Backblast!" Small glance behind shoulder. "Clear!" The trigger is squeezed and a great cone of smoke and fire blasts out the rear of tube above Scars' shoulder.

Not before she can drop the weighty launcher or celebrate the candle of hope burning through the sky towards fighter do two bright lances whizz straight towards the Stormtrooper screeching through her upper thigh and hip. Scars' stands dazed for a moment with gaze still yet occupying the night sky barely visible through dense foliage as streaks scream down from behind its sage-coloured veil. Finally she looks down towards the Earth and finds her footing unsteady; two holes, one at her hip and the other upper thigh. Eyes widen considerably and Scars looks around desperately for help and yet cannot form the words in mouth, she doubles over with an excruciating yelp as the searing pain and shock overcomes adrenaline. Chin buckles and beads of sweat roll down cheeks and pallor as fear of death engorges muscle as plasma's heat spreads through tissue with stoic courage giving way to agonising pain. "I'm hit!" Scars musters the desperate plea for aid from the surviving Troopers, fingers find their way buried in bloodied wounds attempting to stifle the crimson gushing from thigh with stomach-curdling infantile cries and anguish filling the air around downed Gunship. Biting lower lip tight enough to draw lifeblood away the Corporal begins muttering frantically. "It's just another Scar" Again, again and again without pause for breath.

 

[WolfMortum]

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Faction: The First Order.
Target: [member="Loto Afu"].
Starship: Caehl Ren's Furious Class Corvette.
Non-Playable Characters: Omega Four-Five-Nine
Equipment: Caehl Ren's Lightsaber, The Armor of Caehl Ren, The Helm of Caehl Ren.

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From their point of entry, the transparisteel viewport of the Corvette's bridge opened up with the sight of the First Order's fleet approaching the dense and darkly swamp laiden world of the Galactic Alliance. Through the visor of his helm, Brennan stared over the giant orb glowing with an atmosphere seemingly brighter than the mass of the world itself and silently questioning what curious artifacts or hidden locations might be sound upon such a location where, by the detailing of the First Order Security Bureau's database, the planet was presumed to be rife with little but trees, muddied water and for the most part unintelligent life-forms the likes of worms and other indistinguishable parasites.

"We're being scanned" Delengtha announced rather placid, his priorities upon the Furious Class Corvette's controls and sensor display for which had detected another vessel closer in proximity to them than what they were to the rest of the Fleet. Most interesting was the make of the vessel, the GR-105 Medium Transport holding no evidence of being part of the First Order's fleet nor their long time foe, the Galactic Alliance. "They're preparing to jump to Hyperspace, Caehl. Your orders?" Delengtha's hands swept the controls of the cockpit awaiting his superior's command, the offensive armaments of the Corvette being prioritized in power distribution across the ship and should the rogue vessel's sensors be open and engaged, they would no doubt detect the imposing threat.

Stepping forward, Brennan reached over the co-pilots chair to activate the internal intercom that their peers would hear his instructions from the Gunner nests situated in the underbelly of the Corvette. "Do not allow that transport to pass us by, I want her engines disabled immediately" Brennan's words were firm, his subordinates the result of the Order of Ren's cognitive intervention tactics, mind control for lack of a better term coupled with the Knight of Ren's personal training of the three. Each one of them was loyal to Caehl Ren and would follow him into certain demise were it the Knights instructions.

Zarack Zorathi (Arkaos Ren) and his younger brother Karrus Zorathi (Nocturnus Ren) sat within the Gunner nests of the Rapid-Fire Turbo Laser emplacements ready to unleash hell upon the GR-105. Caehl's words had been clear, he desired the vessel to be immobilized despite knowing not who the crew were nor why they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Bad fortunate would see them be arrested by the Order of Ren and transitioned to the First Order's holding cells for interrogation and possible conviction as many others had for allowing themselves to get between the head of the snake and it's prey. If these people were lucky, they would escape with their lives unchanged, yet the sudden volley of green turbo laser fire that erupted from the cannons of the two younger Ren's armaments sought to ensure otherwise.

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

Tanasuki Yumi

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Allies: GA and SJO, @Marl | [member="[COLOR=rgb(122,152,162)]Asaraa Vaashe"][/COLOR] | [member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="[COLOR=rgb(122,152,162)]Jyoti Nooran"][/COLOR] |
Enemies: First Order
Location: GA FOB
Objective: Protect FOB Scouting in nearby Jungle ([member="Elensa Jari"] / [member="Samka Derith"])

A shadow zipped along the tree tops of the murky swamp land, bounding from tree to tree branch, never staying in one place for more then a second, those that did happen to glace in the figures direction would see a thing small humanoid shape, before it vanished out of sight, the sound of each jump being muffled by the many creatures and their defining cry's. It was the perfect place for someone of his skills, easy to spot those in the open, but almost impossible to see in return, but care and strategy of course.

Tana knew their where other ways for him to be spotted, motion tracker, thermal vision and so forth, and though his suit did disrupt the effects of said devices, to much erratic and unnatural movement would give his position away easily enough. So far though non had spotted him, but in return the shadow Jedi had felt an odd presence nearby, dark yes, but different from the swampy aura and darkside cave not to far away, possible Ren or Sith, maybe, meaning it was worth checking out to some extent.

Slowly stalking the large branches like a feline Tanas gaze soon fell on a group of people wandering around the swamp, two woman at the front that stood out from the rest, both donned in black armor like suits, the dark side of the force radiating off the blonde haired one. 'Interesting, best call it in, Gemander [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] will want to know about this', moving his hand slightly the Padawan activated his com link back to the FOSB, "Master, spotted a group of what appears to be Ren marching through the swamp, destination and objective unknown, proceeding with further observation".

 

[Diysuperguy33]

Location: Dagobah high orbit (Near Dagobah Shipyards)
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"] Qymaen sil Jurai Mazik Stazi Mathieu Bahreiko Gir Quee Tristram Vos Nuuc Lapt
Enemies: FO The Major Cyrus Tregessar Sieger Ren Robogeber [member="The Major"]
Objectives: Defend Dagobah Shipyards at any cost | Locate and engage [member="The Major"]'s fleet

"It's been a long time since Lokthra had commanded a fleet, and yet in the last 24 hours, she had been in command of one. Her first task was successful, and as far as she could tell Admiral Thuku was pleased with her investment in Lokthra. Maybe even at the end of all this, she could be given an official rank in the Navy?" She thought to herself. "No this is not the time".

"Display a red alert to all quarters, and have all weapons ready to fire at a moments notice" She ordered her first officer. "Find me The Major's fleet. Any means necessary. Contact FLEETCOM let them know we are here and read, and ask them to inform us if they find her"

"Yes Ma'am" The officer replied.

"Open a transmission with the captains of each ship"

Open Comms

"It's no secret that the Alliance has recently lost a lot in the recent battles against its enemies; by part of the force applied and the tactics used. Either way, we need to stick close together to avoid any weaknesses in our formation. All through our first priority is the defence of the shipyards -- any means necessary; we are trying to locate a weaker fleet -- The Majors. Be ready for anything. The moment a safe opportunity arises to destroy the enemy this fleet will engage"

The Alliance was fighting incredibly hard against the relentless first order; it's victories short, with far and few between. This has to change, Lokthra was willing to do almost anything to for the Alliance to win this battle, and help move one step closer to ending this plaque-like war.

"Open a transmission with Admiral Thuku"

Open Comms

"I won't let you down. My forces shall remain near the shipyards; we are also trying to locate The Hunter's fleet, hopefully, we can engage them, one less enemy to deal with"

A tale of redemption...

Fleet

Spoiler

ANS Kartharage (Okami Class Heavy Cruiser)
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Orders: Red Alert: Armed and Ready

ANS Hardtrot (Hardcell X Class anti-starfighter frigate)
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Orders: Red Alert: Armed and Ready

ANS Helios (Hardcell X Class anti-starfighter frigate)
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Orders: Red Alert: Armed and Ready

ANS Heartfolt (Hardcell X Class anti-starfighter frigate)
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Orders: Red Alert: Armed and Ready

ANS Kart (Kalla Class Missile Corvette)
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Orders: Red Alert: Armed and Ready

ANS Kelthrawn (Kalla Class Missile Corvette)
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Orders: Red Alert: Armed and Ready

 

[Marl]

Marl agreed with his order. “Understood General.” Marl said as he saluted. “Sir, if I might make a couple of suggestions, we have a platoon of Wookiee Nightstalkers on stand-by I suggest we have them spread out throughout the tree tops so we can have the First Order surrounded. Secondly we should plant some KD-01’s in the ground and water. Lastly we should have 2 squads of soldiers flank each side wearing Satochi Hunter’s cloaks.” Marl said listing off his datapad.” Marl made sure everything was checked off. “ forgot one boss, we got two Hudson class autoturrets that we should deploy right outside the chokepoint.” Marl said checking off the last item.” Marl enjoyed utilizing his resources. Yuroic was an inexperienced leader, but Marl knows he will grow. He was sure of it. He kept out his datapad. This FOB’s equipment was scarce but it should suffice.

As Marl was preparing the fortifications Draven called over to him. Asking if they got a chance. “Kid, we’ve got this.” He said with the most confident smile he’s ever had.

(OOC: here’s the technology and NPC’s that I mentioned:
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/93038-hudson-class-autoturret/?hl=%2Bsasori+%2Bcoating
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/122943-nightstalkers/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/80033-satochi-hunters-cloak/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/123015-kd-01-cottonmouth-battle-droid/)

 

[Qymaen sil Jurai]

Location: Outside FOB approaching First Order troops near that location, deploying droids and tanks across the surface at the FOB, Nexus and other points of potential First Order contact
Mission: Pick up CIS troops who assisted in the defense against the Galactic Empire - Clean up hostiles from GA space
Allies: GA, GA allies and the CIS
Enemies: First Order and their allies
On board Subjugator II: 501 crew + protocol droids + 30,000 war prepped B1 mk. II battle droids / 10,000 B2 mk. II super battle droids
On board Lucrehulk II: 150 crew + protocol droids + 75,000 war prepped B1 mk. II battle droids / 25,000 B2 mk. II super battle droids
On board Providence II Assault Carrier: 200 crew + 15,000 war prepped B1 mk. II battle droids / 5,000 B2 mk. II super battle droids

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The greeting was as sudden as it was disappointing. As the hulking droid stepped into the lighting of the FOB he was not surprised that one of the first individuals he would see was Srina Talon, the queen of the modern Confederacy. Or so that was how he viewed her, in the absence of the Vicelord and his direct operating influence. Taking the greeting in stride, turing an expressionless face to the woman while his eyes conveyed his displeasure, he glanced towards the man she'd indicated and stalked towards him on his mechanical legs.

"General Teth, I must say your talent for speeches outweighs you physical presence." The general echoed through his voice modulator, extending a mechatronic hand from beneath his cloak to indicate his body himself before retreating it and turning his gaze towards the swamp outside. "But such things are unimportant in the face of adversity."

As quickly as he finished speaking, the booming hum of the C-9979 could be heard thrumming over the residual quake of the aforementioned crash. With a gentle, but characteristically loud, touch down the C-9979 began it's unloading procedure. As quickly as it had landed and begun to open it's docking doors, the mechanical stirrings indicating the dispersal of the crafts compliment of MTTs and AATs. In apt harmony with the sound the general turned once more to the Jedi.

"I come bearing temporary gifts, General," he echoed once more and indicated towards two now deployed MTTs that had already begun their deployment of their onboard B1 mk. II battle droids. It would take time before the AATs were properly flanking the unloading transports, but as the droids began to file into position the general could have smiled had he had a mouth. "My troops will defend your operations here, at the Nexus and at a pair of lightly scouted areas. I have brought you four thousand battle droids and four hundred AATs, I dare say they will suffice in slowing the enemy."

As the general had described, during his time delivering the message, the three remaining landing craft had landed and begun their unloading procedures. Two had undertaken a small amount of structural damage due to fire passing by them upon their entry, but the vulture droids that had come as their escort remained undamaged. Only once the transports had safely landed did the fighters turn their attention to the First Order troops scrambling across the planet's surface.

"While I relish the chance to witness your ability in person, General, I must locate and secure Confederate personnel." The general chimed again as he gave a begrudging but apologetic look to Talon before turning and making his way out of the FOB, his contingent of Magnaguards and Super Battle Droids exiting with him as he moved into the swamp and towards the nearest approaching First Order regiment he could find. Turning to the Super Battle droids as he walked he spoke again. "Two of you remain here and inform me of the continued arrival of personnel. I am taking the fight to these scum."

The finery of his actions were defined by his gait as he turned and trudged over the muddy ground towards a nearby uproar of noise. Behind him, as he moved, could be heard the sound of electrostalves activating as the Magnaguards prepared themselves for battle. He cared not which soldiers he came upon first, nor which he slaughtered, as he ignited two of his lightsabers and poured purple and rend light against the swamps elements only his deadly intent was evident.

[member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Elensa Jari"]

Fleet Status

Spoiler

Subjugator II-class Star Destroyer

100/100 Shields
100/100 Hull
Action: Maintaining defensive stance

Lucrehulk II-class Battleship
100/100 Shields
100/100 Redundant Shields
100/100 Hull
Action: Maintaining defensive stance

Providence II-class Assault Carrier
100/100 Shields
100/100 Redundant Shielding
100/100 Hull
Action: Maintaining defensive stance

Note: All weapons primed, except for the pulse cannons of the Subjugator II

Actions

Spoiler

Delivered assistance message to Teth.
Deployed 1,000 B1s and 100 AATs to the FOB.
Deployed 1,000 B1s and 100 AATs to the Force Nexus.
Deployed 1,000 B1s and 100 AATs each to two random zones in the swamp nearby First Order landing zones for scouting.
Started approach of First Order soldiers outside the FOB location with Magnaguards, 8 B2s and two Magnaguards.