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

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Side: The Galactic Alliance
Enemies: First Order
Objective: Meet up with the team, Forward Operating Base Defence (Grounders)
Location: Fort Nemo, FOB
Team: [member="Rapax"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

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Armor:

• Outfit (Not actual armor, just clothes)
• Coat
• Taak'tabi (Bone Marchers)
• Light-Shield Bracelet

Weapons:

• HV-55A: "Allfate" Disruptor Rifle
• Rudamentary lightsaber, blue color
• Czerka Fighting Knife

As they drew closer to the base, the loud sound of metal reached her ears, startling her just slightly. Her hand drew for her rifle, adjusting it in her hand as she continued to their destination, hearing Srina's voice in her mind. They wouldn't be leaving soon. The First Order had arrived, the message went on. She was where Katrine had thought her to be though the mention of the First Order have given her a better understanding of what those foreign presences from before could have been. 'Just me and Rapax, we're find you,'

Just then, her communicator had come alive, with her distance plenty from the cave, reminding her she'd kept it on the channel that wasn't theirs considering where they were and what they'd been doing half a day prior. A voice that came through was unfamiliar to her but she still glanced back to Rapax and listened for a moment. The voice mentioned the First Order's arrival, just as Srina had a moment ago in her head, who were coming to take use of their tiredness from the previous attack on Dagobah. The feeling of tiredness was neither here and there for her. Her head was a little bit all over, she didn't know if she wanted to sleep or if she wanted to shoot at something or if she wanted to just change into the wolf form and sink her fangs into something. Maybe that last part would help her but it seemed like she was currently still running from a rush after the experience she had had.

In the mist of the speech's pause, Katrine continued moving, making sure she felt Srina's presence as they moved. "We're going straight to Srina," she told Rapax quietly as she took in the sight of the base formed when they hadn't been paying attention. Certainly, beat the fort Uncle Isley and the red team had set up before.

The voice continued talking about planets, ripping peace to shreds and giving the First Order a fight. Her tongue scrapped against the bottom of her mouth at the thought of it. "Totally," she told herself as she continued, inspecting the base from where she was, feeling where Srina was and where she needed to come to but once she'd stepped into the area, she suddenly noted the busy feet. "Shouldn't they be asking us your Indentichip or something?" she wondered off-hand as she glanced over at Rapax. They sure as hell couldn't see hers, they'd be hella confused. Sure, Katrine carried hers around, attached usually to her clothes but she didn't like flashing it around. The hologram would match, some info on it did cause her problems in general situations. Rapax showing his if necessary was a far better option but right now, they all seemed to be gearing up heavily, that she was able to move on in search of their fellow Confederacy members.

The ground shook, sounds of quick launches coming from behind them. Katrine froze in her feet, holding her rifle tighter at the sounds behind her. She'd sorta experienced something once that this reminded her of now, back when she'd come out of the black hole though she'd been inside the ship when it had crashed that right now, she wasn't completely making the connection. "Chit," the blond muttered under her breath almost immediately. It was definitely coming from where they'd just come from.

In a blink of an eye, Katrine realized while Rapax and she had been a team of their own, there were others and they needed a count of heads right now. "Come on!" Almost immediately as the thought had popped into her head, Katrine broke into a run which seemed so slow in comparison to the one she could accomplish in her wolf form but right now, she didn't have the time to switch from and back, using her sense to find Srina. Katrina all but burst into the structure before she could be stopped, her eyes landing on [member="Srina Talon"] and [member="Aryn Teth"] before she heard the voice of [member="Cassus Stoma"] through the communicator. The Sovereignty has arrived, the sound went through clearly. "Our friends are here," the blond declared the obvious, slightly distracted from why she'd barged into the fort.

More voices kept coming through the radio as she remembered just why she'd hurried, her eyes landing on the Enchani Confederate. "Ground shook from behind us.... any other Confederates check in?" Back when they were playing war games, there had been quite a few of them. If Uncle Isley wasn't here with Srina, Katrine assumed he'd already departed but there were whole others of them that she didn't know about right now and frankly, Kat was concerned and clearly too focused on people that she'd forgotten her manners with the other company present.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

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

Twigg whooped as Scars fired, and slammed a rocket into the U-Wing. As the ship began to crash, the stormtrooper slammed his fists against his muddy brown chestplate, "Eat that you chitmunchers!" He bellowed. Rexus couldn't help but smirk at the event, a wild grin spreading from behind his helm. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, along with a caustic mixture of anger at the deaths of so many of his colleagues, and the memories flooding back. Fond ones of the Gundarks. His comrades in arms. This was what war, at least for Rexus was about. Camaraderie and the exhilaration of the kill.

"That's some karma, you sonsachuttas!" Rexus growled, raising his rifle above his head, and whooping. He turned to the marksman behind the missile, and raises a thumbs up, "Pretty handy with a launcher for a Har-" Rexus' flattery is cut desperately short by the two blasts from the fighter, and the swooping of it. "Poodoo!" Rexus grunts, diving to the ground, and handling his rifle close. He glowers in surprise, and stews, watching Scars tumble backwards, hideous wounds from the bombardment.

Wenck turns to Twigg, "Cover us!" He barks. Twigg shrugs, how the hell was he meant to be covering anything when they had a bloody X-wing now strafing them. Though now was not the time for logic. It was the time for fear, and capability. Rexus rushed to the aid of his comrade, and watched the other Hard Shell who survived crouch over her. Rexus, about to grab his own lightsaber to cauterise the wound, sighs in relief as the trooper reveals himself to be a medic, by the markings. "Thank the karkin' force." He groans, the excitement of Scars injury having drained him somewhat.

Rexus listened to the medics prognosis, and nodded, "Aye," Wenck agreed, "Doc Hardy, you think you can get in touch with your mates?" He inquired, "Have us rendezvous with whatever armour, or speeder, or whatever you've got going on?" Wenck inquired, before adding his own conjecture, "We just blew a gunship from the sky," He said, "And if I know the types of guys the Alliance employs, they're limp wang, emotional sorts. Unprofessional." Rexus continued, "We shoot one of these down, we get the whole army riled." Memories of Mustafar, when Rexus began to eliminate the survivors of a U-Wing crash were conjured. When he and his unit had seemingly pulled an entire GADF air-cav division who came to the rescue.

Rexus stood tall, and then winced, as the loud sound of a frigates engines powered up, and pulled over their position. The fetid swamp the troopers were stuck in, somehow, and amazingly, managed to get darker. "Navy boys," Rexus mused quietly to himself, "Late to the party, as bloody always." However, despite his outward apprehension, he felt some gratitude at the fact that air support had now finally arrived. The sound of turbolasers opening fire was deafening, as massive green bolts illuminated the swamp.

This was their chance then, the Alliance wouldn't dare try to send some kind of rescue party, or retaliatory bombardment, while they had probable dead and wounded. Rexus gestured to the rest of the platoons survivors, "Get your arses into gear boys," Rexus commanded, "This isn't some picnic," He barked, before turning to Scars and Luther. Rexus, although he didn't realise it properly, now felt in charge for the first time in a long while. He was calling the shots, "This place is gonna be crawling with Alliance troops," He said, repeating himself, "And while the navy is here, it provides the perfect-" The air again became acrid and the ozone burned as the FIV Tirade now pulled away from the position. Immediately in its aftermath, mortar shells fired by Twilight Company took the vessels place. Wenck didn't need any more context. "Run!" He snapped.

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: First Order
Location: Near the Cave of Evil.
Objective: Eliminate all hostile invaders, and help wounded.
Equipment:

Spoiler

Fatigues (Minus Bandana & Glasses)
DL-44
EE-3
Thermal Detonators

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Gotta be friendlies somewhere.
Right?
D'vok hoisted himself over the metal husk of a destroyed LAAT. He wondered how long it had been here. It wasn't smoking, and was covered in vines, so it had to be old.
Stay alert.
He tried to stop his mind from wandering. He had to pay attention. Sporadic blaster fire had faded into the usual sounds of the jungle. The only thing that stood out was the occasional ship flying overhead, or the shriek and boom of a mortar landing closeby. Trying to get a bearing on where he was in relation to the firebase was futile. He could've been walking in circles for all he knew. His clothes felt heavy, soaked in murky swamp water. It would've been nice, considering the sweltering heat of the swamps, but knowing what resided inside the water that D'vok was now narrowly avoiding by walking on downed trees, logs, and large pieces f shrapnel, he wished he was wearing a hazmat suit. Suddenly, a small plop was heard in the stream running parallel to D'vok. The opaque grey water made it hard to see what it was, but the beeping and flashing of a small red light gave him a few Ideas. He barely had time to react, diving to the right, and smacking hard into the stump of a large, winding tree. The heat of the explosion stayed in the air for a few moments, leading D'vok to do a quick check to make sure he wasn't on fire. He wasn't, and stood up, moving in a different direction, hopefully to friendlies. He spotted several figures in the distance and ducked down, weaving himself into the greenery. He saw beams of plasma, lightsabers maybe. Voices. He couldn't make anything out, but they were close.

 

[Huxy]

Allies: Glorious First Order
Nearest Allies: [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance & Alliance Allies
Nearest Enemies: [member="Darren Torran"]
Aboard: N/A
Location: Wandering through Foggy Jungle
ST's under Command: Twenty-five (Excluding Tempest)
Objective: Reach the crash site of 'Broadsword' Squadron
Equipment:
"Deep Fryer" Rifle
P-23 Pistol
Ballistic Knife

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sIKtdbETG9Q​

The swampy air didn't feel humid or sticky like it should've felt. No, it felt cold and clammy like they were being watched. Though Tempest assumed it was just jitters getting to him...he had never liked going through thick fog with a weapon drawn. It always made him feel as if someone or something were watching him...just mere inches away from his eyes. The waxy, gloved hands of Tempestt tightened around his rifle, keeping it close to him and ready at a moment's notice encase anything showed up. As the light of his rifle pierced through the thick fog like a knife through warm butter...it became apparent, at least to Tempest, that they weren't alone. He could've sworn that he had seen someone walking in their direction. He stopped suddenly in his tracks, crouching low to the ground with one knee-cap firmly planted against the ground in a kneeling position with one knee up and one under him. Tempest momentarily released his rifle with his left hand, reaching his now free hand up to activate the com which was connected to the other twenty-five troopers and Dr.Terrani's comn. At least...he hoped it wasn't the general-purpose military com for this invasion...though he knew it wasn't. "Hold your positions. I saw movement...nobody move, we don't want them to have an estimate of how many there are. I'll try something...if it's anyone that's not aligned with the First Order...shoot them down," the voice of Tempest came out slowly and softly as he had spoken through the com, nervous about alerting whoever he had seen to presence.

Tempest hesitated at first...nervous about what would happen. He hoped that it wasn't nothing or no one...cause that would make him look like a fool amongst these soldiers and especially Terrani...but, whatever. That...and he didn't want to be gunned down, which was why he resigned to stand and kept in his knelt position as to prevent the likeliness from being riddled with laser holes. He had a more likely chance of being gunned down whilst standing than if he were kneeling. "State your presence. Whoever you are...I am colonel FN-2826 and I demand that you reveal your identity at once or there will be dire consequences," Tempest spoke aloud...hoping that he didn't look or sound like a fool for doing so.

 

[Tryp West]

Location: Middle of Nowhere
Objective: Make it out alive
Allies: Sammy and Alex RIP (GA)
Enemies: [member="Khonsu Amon"] Apparently! (FO)
Road to the West

It ended for Alex in a hail of blaster fire. The Rodian didn't even try to dodge back behind the ship, simply firing again and again and again- if there had been any doubt in Tryp's mind that whatever those two were was based on love, in this moment she knew better.

And she knew that she'd never forgive herself. That she'd watch them fall, again and again, behind her eyes. When she blinked. When she laid down to sleep. When she dreamed. Time would dull it- it always did. But some things you didn't forget.

Some things needed to be remembered.

It wasn't really a choice now, as the hail of gunfire continued, now peppering the ship- two people had already opened fire on them from behind it, and they knew there was at least one more. Possibly more! Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, well.

Tryp breathed in deeply, shakily. She wasn't prone to responding to situations in anger. She could react quickly, sure, but she preferred to think before she acted, to weigh. To choose.

The situation had gone beyond choice now.

Leaning heavily against the ship, she pulled her goggles down over her eyes. She had her pistols, but she started with the gun slung over her shoulder- she could drop that without losing it when the time came. Sammy's carbine was within reach and she had a few other tricks up her sleeve.

Unlike the other two, Tryp had been in her fair share of firefights. Sure, she avoided them if she could, but sometimes, no matter what you did, you found yourself on the wrong side of a blaster aimed with intent. This was one of those situations. She looked up for a moment, but the tree and cloud cover were too heavy, the stars were out of sight. Somewhere, Jack was sitting, doing.... what? Something normal. Or not. She smirked, mostly at herself.

"Wish me luck," she whispered, knowing he couldn't hear her.

And then she moved.

That was the thing about Tryp. Once she set her mind to something, she didn't let up. She popped up over the curve of the hull, sighted down the barrel of the hand canon and fired. Just as fast she was gone again- she didn't wait to see if she hit. Didn't hang around long enough for them to get a beat on her. She moved, never popping out to take a shot at them from the same place as the time before- never in a pattern, always moving- switching guns sometimes. Appear, fire, vanish, over and over again.

These were soldiers. Used to fighting soldiers. At least, that's what she gambled. Gloved hands never stopped, booted feet never stopped. She used stumps, the smallest hand holds on the outside of the ship to keep her feet off of the ground, sometimes popping out *upsidedown* from beneath the ship to take a shot that may not have hit anyone anywhere vital, but usually came in low to the ground and beneath the usual range of a personal shield.

Appear, fire, disappear.

Again.

Again.

 

[Asharad Graush]

LOCATION DAGOBAH SWAMPS​

OBJECTIVE DESTABILIZE ALLIANCE INFRASTRUCTURE​

ALLIES THE FIRST ORDER​

ENEMIES THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE [member="Taheera Sollo"]​

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The Sith Lord traveled through the air with the intent to kill. His momentum carried him forwards at a deadly pace, had the Jedi before him not decided to evade him, she likely would've found herself being crushed beneath the weight of the armoured titan in stygian armour. But even as the Supreme Commander touched down to the earth, crimson plasma burning a swath out of her scarf, he continued forwards, even as she used the Force to carry herself around him.

Naturally, his strides were long, and coming out of the jump, it wouldn't have been safe to make an attempt at holding his impact point.

Booted feet walking forwards, as the Mirialan swung with her cortosis staff to the small of his back, his stride took him out of range of it as he circled around her, carelessly ignoring it. His helmet lifting to watch her over his shoulder before he came around to square off with her.

Predatory gaze stared out at her from behind the energy shield embedded in his helmet. He eyed the staff in her, the same, if not a similar one from Barkhesh.

Brushing his hand across his midsection with his left hand, the hydrastaff coiled along the length of it until his arm was encased in a leathery sheathe, and he surged forwards, the lightsabre descended in a slash, threatening to split her in two from shoulder to hip.

In regards to her query.

He ignored her. There was nothing he need say this time. An offering of peace had been offered once, long ago. That opportunity had been shattered by her and her compatriots. A time when curiosity drove the Sith to inquire into the existence of the Jedi. That curiosity was rewarded with an unwitting ambush, and dashed upon the earth they had fought on. Now, he knew better. This 'New Jidai Order' only sought to eradicate the Dark Side. It didn't matter whether it was Dark Jedi, Sith, Ren, labels meant nothing to them. Left unchecked, they would corrupt the Galaxy, like the stories he had heard of the Republic of old.

 

[Lyra Sunfell]

[member="Mathieu Bahreiko"] [member="Kip Hollaran"] [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Nuuc Lapt"]​

[member="The Major"] [member="Luther Ando"] [member="FN-6767"]​

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"Captain!" Somebody called. "We have gunship down!"

"Get squads on the ground! Recover that pilot."

She took a deep breath and then stopped. Wind rippled through her hair. Whatever it was, it was moving against the wind. She looked upwards and paused as a dark shape loomed through the fog. Nothing that she could discern, but it was big. Capital ship size, in fact. She steepled her fingers underneath her chin. Something that she couldn't handle itself.

"Alliance Actual," she said through the comms, "Enemy capital ship in atmo."

She ducked as debris hurtled through the atmosphere and crashed into the lake. Waves slammed into the shoreline at the bottom of the lake. Embers drifted through the mist. One landed on her armor. It sparked and burned for several moments before it fizzled out against her armor plates.

"Dusk One, any sign of the downed gunship? Last reports had it not far from your location."

 

[Hogrum Veed]

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OBJECTIVE REINFORCE THE FLEET ADMIRAL​

ALLIES [member="Charlotte Reed"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Charlotte Reed"]​

ENEMIES [member="Mazik Stazi"], [member="Mathieu Bahreiko"], [member="Rick Kaloo"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Gir Quee"]​

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The day had come for the Lieutenant quite a while ago, before even the Order's recent blockade.

With the sacrifice of his own Captain's life over Bespin, a micro-jump into the enemy's formation that had been pivotal in turning the tide of the battle, Lieutenant Veed, assuming the rank of Commander due to his own responsibilities as second in command to the CO of the Devastator Taskforce, the rank had stuck even through the armistice with the Alliance, and then, he had found himself being promoted to Junior Captain after the threat of the Shards on the Galaxy, once again calling the superpowers of the Galaxy to arms again, and unifying to destroy the greater threat.

Now, Junior Captain Veed had been rotated from Bespin in the Ison Corridor, to Varonat during the blockade.

Once the blockade had been won, the Devastator amongst other vessels had been rerouted to the L-49 coordinates.

However, after victory had been established, it hadn't been long before a large portion of the remaining vessels disembarked, pressing forwards into the recently broken Alliance territory once again.

Not long after the scheduled report for the Sixth Fleet to come out of hyperspace, the call for reinforcements had been given, and Veed had been deployed.

My Imperial name will not be forgotten today.

Backside settled into the captain's seat, the young captain said, "Red alert," on the ship's intercom. "We don't know what we're dropping in to."

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Out of hyperspace they came, shields already at maximum.

"Hail the FIV Allegiance." [member="Robogeber"] would likely be happy to see them, but Hogrum didn't have the time guess as to the thinking of the robotic processing unit that Carlyle Rausgeber embodied. "Request orders and intel on the situation below." Veed wasn't apart of the initial invasion force. As far as he knew, the force that was headed by the Fleet Admiral was coming in to aid Empire forces. For as far as his vessels sensors could see and based off reports, there were no Imperial ships other than the Order's.

"Remain at long range with hostile vessels until orders say otherwise."

Pausing, he thought back to Bespin.

This will not be a battle where I sacrifice myself.

Spoiler: Devastator Battlegroup

FIV Devastator - Victory - X Star Destroyer
FIV Breaker - Stormcloud II, Assault Cruiser
FIV Lender - Taskmaster, Escort Carrier
FIV Machete - Dagger II, Escort Frigate
FIV Ssi-Ruuk Revenge - Raptor II, Assault Frigate

 

[Robogeber]

Allies: [member="Charlotte Reed"] | [member="Hogrum Veed"] | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]
Enemies: [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | @Mazik Stanzi | [member="Roth Tillian"] | [member="Mathieu Bahreiko"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"]
Objective: Recalculate. Reform. Revenge.
Theme: Attacking a Star Destroyer | John Williams

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Fleet Admiral Rausgeber watched with muted anger as more Alliance vessels piled onto the assault. The Fleet Admiral's mood became more frantic, as he had watched some careless navigational error, end in the destruction of yet more naval vessels, for nought. The droid sat back, seething as the crew continued to frantically manoeuvre. The fighters which now assaulted the Allegiance, were ineffective against the shielded batteries, which was something of a blessing. However, it was only a matter of time before they failed, against the unrelenting assault. As the FIV Bravery now pressed and began to attempt to thin out the enemies ranks.

However, the current predicament Carlyle found himself in was not without some merit. The Alliance response to the attack in system was shambled. And most of all varied. From what he managed to deduce, the enemy must have been fragmented, into various commands, rather than a centralised structure. Something Rausgeber would seek to exploit. To tear them apart, piece by piece. The battle could yet still be won. "Admiral," The Scanning Officer reported, "Sir, we have friendlies, coming out of lightspeed." The droid, allowed a smile to purse the fragmented holoscreen.

"Good." Rausgeber replied, in the cold, now robotic drawl which permeated from his fractured voice modulated. Rausgeber watched, with his red, unblinking optical sensor now glaring at the screen, analysing the oncoming vessels. The vessels deployed were particularly useful, particularly with a commander of his calibre the Fleet Admiral had. Even then, the officers aboard, Hogrum Veed and Charlotte Reed were far from strangers. Perhaps not as tested as himself, but the success of their careers spoke for themselves. "Comms, order Admiral Braisley to continue her pursuit." Carlyle commanded. The Signals Officer keyed in the command, and within a minute, the massive fleet which had amassed within the Dagobah system departed. A few small medical and support vessels clung to the edge of the system, waiting to collect any personnel.

"Admiral, we have received a request for orders and intelligence from Commander Veed," The Signals Officer reported, "What is your command?" Carlyle considered the request, and coldly calculated his next course of action. The vessels which had miraculously first begun the assault were a threat, with their heavy armament. However, Carlyle realised what needed to be done. Already his onboard tactical computer began to calculate countless situations and scenarios.

Rausgeber plugged himself into the communications network, "Intelligence at the moment is scattered, we believe the Galactic Empire was defeated, in an attempt to take the system from the Galactic Alliance," Carlyle informed the younger officer, "However, our source of intelligence is primarily the snippets of data, left floating through the system," He paused, "The Alliance has formed a sizeable defence fleet, and we have managed to successfully dispatch a frigate pack to low orbit."

"Now, orders." The droid coldly continued, "We press our attack." The Fleet Admiral glowered, "Our mission here is to keep a corridor to the surface open for retrieval of Galactic Empire, and First Order assets." Rausgeber informed his assisting commanders, "We will move our forces forward, and use the superior engineering and build of our vessels to crush the Alliance forces within this system. Using our supremacy to then provide the neccessary support, to ensure our ground forces can complete their objectives." He paused, "Order your dagger-class vessels to activate their E-War and jamming capabilities, and follow behind me." He ordered, "My vessel will hold the bottleneck, while our corvettes and cruisers manoeuvre around and wreak havoc within their ranks."

He paused, "Commander Veed, deploy your fighters, into defensive formations, and chase off any adventurous pilots." The droid barked, "Commander Reed, prepare your frigates, for long range bombardment." Rausgeber commanded, "Focus fire upon their larger vessels," He advised, "We will break the Alliance's fragile command structure, and show them the insurmountable power of imperial uniformity."

First Order Sixth Fleet, Battlegroup Imperator, Imperator Actual

Spoiler

Name: FIV Allegiance
Class; Predator-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 65/100
Hull: 90/100
Firing at: ANS Say My Name

Name: FIV Stamina
Class: Fortan-II Class Heavy Corvette
Shields: 82/100
Hull: 81/100
Firing At: ANS Say My Name

Name: FIV Bravery
Class: Bolt-II Class Picket Corvette
Shields: 85/100
Hull: 72/100
Firing At: ANS Say My Name

 

[Kier Grey]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FZoCRMJM0M​

Cpl. FN-6767 "Scars"
Dagobah Surface, Fetid Swamps, LAAT/i "Podracer" Crashsite
Allies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Luther Ando"]
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

Searing metal petals rain down upon Scars' twitching body as the exciting cacophonous orchestra of war brings down splintering debris. Emerald Eyes peer down at sheathed hands in ripped white and black gauntlets turned a cool rose crimson as they try in vain to stem the flow of crimson erupting from deep crevasses made within her flesh from the searing heat of plasma bolts that had sizzled through her body convulsing violently with this inescapable heat that spreads through body like a ravaging fire. 'fire' the sensation, the very thought enough to drive the Corporal into a panic. Catching only a glance of Luther looming above from behind visor protest cannot be formed from lack of strength and state of panic, instead she reaches over shoulder and grips LAAT/i door tightly she contorts and busies face into elbow with the feeling of cold steel tearing through armour and bodysuit. "Aaaaaaahraaaah!" The monstrous noise bellows from throat followed by her left-boot kicking against forest floor with the scorching touch of disinfectant and water rushing over blistering skin. Even through the shock and panic that has overtaken the Trooper she could identify the spirts of lukewarm life stem as Luther dresses and cleans the wound; applied bio-bacta offers respite only be followed closely by numbness in leg, helmet's visage buried in elbow with a bloodied bottom lip that had been drawn back into maw is released with the Corporal steadily looking to Ando finding him clutching some large fluid-filled Syringe, sparing a glance past his shoulder towards the crashing U-wing gaze looks back to Ando's visor. Nodding wordlessly in response, the cold fluid oozing through muscle tissue forces a startled grunt from Scars' bloodied lips, laying still for a moment with a preternatural calm as the fury of Mortars rains down upon them. It was only at this point that she notices Rexus also standing above them, understanding the only word now that mattered 'Run!' He yelled, Scars is thrust up from the dirge with newfound life brandishing the T-8 Precision Carbine again, she follows behind Rexus with a straight limp; wounded side heavy with numbed pain, striding forth with all strength the ground seeming to swallow her boots with inches on each step. Motivated not only by the thought of mortars now crashing down around them but roar of starfighter engines above canopy. "I'm.....hurt, bad!" Scars' observes with a slight splutter, watching her footwork being careful to raise boots high enough not to be caught on the occasional vine curling up from malaise of mud, straw and grass.

 

[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: No immediate enemy; Approaching the Force Nexus, [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Varas Kyrel"] and [member="Therran Graush"] (FO troops)
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

He had not come to the swamp planet to slog through the mud. Nor had he come to the planet to fight alongside the Galactic Alliance in defense of the planets Force Nexus. Setting aside his immediate goal, he had come out of the FOB for one reason and one reason only. To slaughter the First Order scum that had pervaded the Dagobah swamps following the failure of the Galactic Empire. If he had to endure the swamps, than he would do it through a trail of bodies.

While his initial course had been from the Base into the surrounding swamp, the increase in activity and noise in the direction of what he assumed was the Force Nexus drew him towards a far greater prey. Brandishing his sabers, rallying the super battle droids and magnaguards flanking him, the general began the long but fruitful trek into the jungle. While he was unfamiliar with the terrain, his eyes scanning the surroundings, little disuaded him from the streaks of blaster fire that indicated conflict.

One droid fell, it's silvery frame clattering to the ground unceremoniously, but the troupe pressed on. The droids cared not for the troops bodies they trampled, nor the troops they took down as they traversed the swamp. If they were not marked as allies to their sensors, they were fodder to the war fire that burned inside the general's beating heart. It was only as the likes of higher personnel came into view at the edge of the general's sight that his pace increased.

"Destroy them. Crush them all." The general boomed as he came upon what he presumed was a battleground between the Alliance and the First Order's soldiers. The First Order were pressing their assault, searching for avenue into the darker regions of the swamp and the Alliance held their ground. The first First Order soldiers the droid general happened upon were hardly prepared for the arrival of the hulking being.

He cut them down with his sabers with brutal savagery.

"Is this all you have to offer?" The general boomed into the swamp as he crushed a soldier's helmeted head into the mud with his metallic clawed foot. "Hiding amidst the fog and trees will not protect you."

[member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Rapax"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]

Fleet Status

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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

Pursued the First Order movements into the deeper regions of the swamp, heading for the Force Nexus and the Dark Side caves.

 

[Luther Lewis]

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Allies: [member="FN-6767"], [member="Rexus Wenck"].
Enemies: [member="Nuuc Lapt"], [member="Lyra Sunfell"], [member="Kip Hollaran"], [member="Sol Stazi"].
Location: 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:

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Vehicle: LAVr FI-H8b 'Hussar' Command Speeder. Stripped sensor/targeting and command suites, retrofitting said areas for medical support.
Crew: Four members of the 11th Armoured Division.
Action: Enroute to Luther's positon.
Hull: 67%.
Mobility: 84%.
Crew Health: Injured.

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Luther listened with half an ear as Rexus picked his brain about a rendezvous with other troopers. It was only when Luther plunged the stim into Scar's leg did he look up. Rexus was standing over him, the half-light and the mud making him seem like a swamp monster. The man's talk about speeders jogged Luther's memory and he reached to his side in a panic. Relief flooded through him as he felt the flares given to him by the Captain earlier. His head snapped up painfully as a nearby explosion tore through his ears. His ears ringing, Luther could make out only one sound from the chaos. "Run" Rexus yelled.

His mind froze but his body worked on automatic. He hauled Scars up and pushed her into a lumbering gait. He followed close behind, ducking as he narrowly dodged flying shrapnel. The entire group struggled through the swamp as a torrent of fiery death rained all around. The harsh clash of explosions provided a sick harmony to the screams of troopers who died around him. 'This is not a battle' he thought. 'This is a slaughter'.

The mortars started landing closer and closer. Luther could hear the dirt and flying metal bouncing off his armour, feel the sting as a large shard embedded itself in his shoulder. As the inferno wrapped around him, he felt strangely disconnected. He glanced all around, looking for an escape. Everywhere he looked he saw death. The remains of the squad were getting torn apart. Seeing no exit, he shuddered as he reached a dark epiphany. 'I'm going to die here' he thought.

He started slowing down, his feet dragging. He was about to all but give up, when an unexpected fire ignited from deep within him. 'NOT DEAD YET' a primeval, instinctual part of him screamed. 'THEY HIT YOU, THEN YOU HIT THEM BACK' it screamed. The voice grew louder, now it seemed to echo with all the dead from the swamp, his comrades driving him onwards. "HIT THEM, FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE' he almost tripped as another, far more important epiphany hit him. "Fight...with fire... THE FLARES" he shouted, half in desperation, half in triumph.

He ripped two flares off his belt and quickly snapped them. Both flares belched out thick smoke, one trailing red smoke, the other trailing white. The mortar fire had stopped, for now, but it would be back. The Alliance couldn’t kill them with fighters, so they would bomb the kark out of them until they were sure no one could survive. Not to mention the great beacon leading to their position that he had just lit. It was a gamble, he knew, but he counted on his crew seeing it and racing towards his position.

The next couple of moments were almost worse than running through the mortar fire. His back itched, expecting a large stab of pain as he was inevitably hit by an explosive shell. His breath wheezed, and his legs ached, but still he slogged on.

Someone, he wasn't sure who, called the group to a halt. He collapsed onto his knees, almost faceplanting into the mud. Now that he was still, he could hear it. A large crashing sound echoing from the swamp ahead. It sounded like a large mechanized beast on a rampage. 'Tank' he thought. The squad, or what was left of it, formed up as the enraged sounds crashed closer. His heart beating fast, he steadied his grip as a large metal hull smashed its way out of the foliage.

"HOLD! HOLD FIRE!" he almost screamed. "It's friendly!" he almost wept as his speeder approached. It was worse for wear yet looked more beautiful than any expensive ship Luther could imagine. The door popped open and he saw the grinning faces of Skye and Tia. Loud whistles sounded the call for another mortar barrage and Luther found himself shouting: "Everyone in, now!". He sprinted for the vehicle, landing inside just as the mortars hit.

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

Allies: [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"]
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance

The fiery red beam hit the ground a mere metre or so away from Kayrce. It left a smoking mark upon the foliage of the swamp and forced her to come to an awkward halt. Her attacker had come from behind, unseen to the agent thanks to the confusing surrounds of the swamp. It made her situation awkward, unarmed and vulnerable she had no chance to fight back without being put down, but she also couldn’t just give up.

Or maybe she could.

Her hands move up to offer surrender, coming to sit behind her head, however before she could move to her knees the air was split by a stark laugh.

“I nearly shot you.” A sigh of relief left Kayrce’s lungs as her hands fell to her side and she slowly got back to her feet.

“Good to see you survived agent.” She said as Rhun, the ex-stormtrooper turned Inferno stepped forward and helped his commanding officer to stand tall. He gave her a concerned look, his own face bruised and bleeding from several fresh looking wounds. “Have you found any of the others?”

“Beric is still out there somewhere, we haven’t heard or seen any trace of him. Briana. She didn’t make it off the station.” Forever the professional, Rhun had far too much pain to hide with that comment. He and Briana were as much a team as the entire of Inferno were, usually assigned to the infiltration tasks as duo.

“Do we have her?” It was a stupid question really, carrying a body through the swamp would be asking for disaster. Yet it was something she had to ask, Inferno were a black ops team, they needed to be accounted for.

“I…She’s in the swamp. Nothing will be finding her.” He put his fist forward and released a chain that held a strip of uniform, the Inferno badge handed to Kayrce as a point that Briana had paid the ultimate price for her unit.

“She will continue to burn bright.” The emblem was put in the pouch on her belt and her eyes again fell on Rhun. “Weapons?” He shook his head, showing empty hands.

The conversation however ended as an ear shattering boom passed across them, a great fireball illuminating the swamp mist and an earth shaking thud hit the ground beyond the trees. “Drop ships?” There was an element of confusion between the two as they both looked towards the area, now glowing painfully red against the wisps.

Both moved towards the scene, not fast but with purpose as they stepped over rock and sludge. “Ma’am.” Rhun had lifted a body from behind a tree, the white armour of a stormtrooper meeting Kayrce’s answering stare, yet it wasn’t one of theirs. “First Order.”

“What is the Order doing here?” Now she was really confused. However nearby the soldier had dropped his weapon, similar to the Empire’s in design yet as Kayrce inspected it as useless as a rock. “Biometric scanners. Unless we find someone who can assign it, we’re as good without one.” However it was always a good idea to at least make the impression of being armed, so the weapon was fastened to her belt. “I bet that drop ship was his. Let’s move, perhaps their are survivors. We can find out what the situation is beyond this radio distortion.”

The crash scene was a mess, the long drop-ship had been split through by the trees it had collided against and was already sinking into the swamp at a rapid pace, emitting deep bubbles as the air within was sucked out by the encroaching water. “Look for survivors, get them up.”

Kayrce found one. Still fully armoured, yet clearly alive if the sound of staggered breathing was anything to go by. She tapped against the side of the helmet and got nothing, so she did what she never thought she would do to a First Order soldier. She removed his helmet and slapped him hard enough to get his attention. Hoping he would gather himself and at least regain consciousness. “Soldier, I am Commander Kayrce. Imperial Special Forces.” Again she tapped hard against his face. “Wake up.”

[member="Rolf Amsel"]

 

[Diysuperguy33]

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

"Sensors have pointed the exact location of a hostile fleet. Intelligence, reports she controlled a fleet of 5 ships, she has a FOSB issues stealth corvette, her assumed flagship, no intel on what her mission is, however. Sensors report there are 4 ships. Somehow they must have lost one of her ships" The senior sensor officer reported.

"Wonderful news. Experience has told me to seldom trust intelligence. Too cloak-and-dagger to be accurate. Give me a rundown on what class ships she currently has."

"There are Boneshatter Class Assault Frigates a Kerunos System Patrol Vessel and an unknown ship" informed number one

The holo-screen sparked with data:

Boneshatter Class Assult Frigate

• Very outdated ship compared to our more-modern vessels
• Most of the firepower is confined to ark
• Anti-missile
• Large arsenal of weaponry
• Extremely manoeuvrable

Kerunos System Patrol Vessel

• Fairly modern ship - comparable to our fleet
• Very ill equipt armaments
• Advanced electronic warfare technology
• Slower ship

Unknown Ship

• Displays exterior view of ship

"I do love collecting new ships, but let's not walk in too blind. Open a transmission to Admiral Thuku"

Open comms

"Admiral, my sensors detect an unknown First Order ship in a fleet I'm about to engage, sending sensor readings now. Have you heard of such a vessel?". Although the readings proved very little, in fact, it did tell that the First Order had a new toy to play with. One that Lokthra was very eager to tear apart piece by piece, and use against its creators.

I wonder what they could possibly be doing with such weak and outdated ships, bar this new toy. It looks like a beautiful new piece of technology" Lokthra said with gleeful determination and intrigue. "It is still close enough to our assigned position; deploy the Carthage, Helios and Kelthrawn in high orbit over hostile fleet's position. Tell the Hardtrot and Heartfolt to advance on her position in a defensive formation, the Kart shall follow shortly behind. Inform the respective commanders to fire at will and be very cautious. We have no data on this mystery ship; I don't want unneeded casualties on our side. Make sure you imobolise them, we must investigate this mystery ship furthermore; target engines as a first priority" Lokthra felt the rush of adrenaline; she lived for this. "Inform the Kart commander to be sparing on the missiles. This blockade could last for a while to come".

Lokthra noticed this would leave a slight hole in the blockade, not worrying too much, due to the long range of the Karthage, and the strength of her remaining fleet. She was however slightly concerned with splitting her fleet up; She hoped this would be a speedy battle. Knowing the speed of the Karthage, would mean the rest of the fleet would arrive first, she ordered the fleet to fire at will. Knowing that the Karthage should almost always be in range of any ships trying to flee. "Tell our weapons officers they may fire all weapons the moment we get in range. Go easy on them though I want these ships disabled on the planets surface, not destroyed. Start off with immobilising the mystery ship first, we don't know what surprises it has in store"

"Should I put all sensors on full to collect additional data on this new ship?" Her number one questioned.

"Good thinking number one. Order it so. Inform FLEETCOM of our operation and arm all long-range weapons and target at the general vicinity of Dagobah Shipyards just in case anyone tries to sneak up and attack it".

Lokthra didn't notice the advancing First Order fleets... At least they weren't advancing on her position... yet.

Fleet

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ANS Kartharage (Okami Class Heavy Cruiser)
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Orders: Red Alert: Armed and Ready | Moving in high orbit above The Major's position | Fire at will

ANS Hardtrot (Hardcell X Class anti-starfighter frigate)
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Orders: Red Alert: Armed and Ready | Moving to The Major's position | Fire at will

ANS Helios (Hardcell X Class anti-starfighter frigate)
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Orders: Red Alert: Armed and Ready | Moving in high orbit above The Major's position | Fire at will

ANS Heartfolt (Hardcell X Class anti-starfighter frigate)
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Orders: Red Alert: Armed and Ready | Moving to The Major's position | Fire at will

ANS Kart (Kalla Class Missile Corvette)
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Orders: Red Alert: Armed and Ready | Moving to The Major's position | Moving to The Major's position | Fire at will

ANS Kelthrawn (Kalla Class Missile Corvette)
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Orders: Red Alert: Armed and Ready | Moving in high orbit above The Major's position | Fire at will

Actions

Spoiler

1. Sent 3 ships in high orbit over The Major's fleet
2. Sent 3 ships to engage The Major's fleet
3. Left immediate proximity of Dagobah Shipyards (although the high orbit ships wouldn't take long to reposition)

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

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Location: LAAT crash site, near the Dark Side Caves.
Allies: The First Order, [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Therran Graush"], [member="Varas Kyrel"]
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance & Allies, [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Ever Dawnracer"], [member="Tiland Kortun"].
Objective: Evade Capture.

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Falling had been a costly mistake, it didn’t take a genius to figure that out. As she felt the lurching sensation of her torso jerk forward, and her ankle snag the exposed root, she cursed Dagobah and its filthy swamps. She cursed the Force, and the Galactic Alliance, she even cursed the First Order, for putting her here in the first place. Most of all, she cursed her own stupidity and incompetence. Why did she allow herself to be brought out on field assignments, if she would only endanger herself and others? Hindsight was 20/20 she supposed.

A face-full of mud was not her chief concern as she entered the uncontrolled dive into the shallow waters of the swamp. It was the enemy. Even as she fell, she heard the familiar whine of blaster shots, and the steaming impacts of the bolts nearby. As she landed, she screwed her eyes tight shut, trying to cover her head with her arms as best she could. She anticipated the storm of fire coming to her position, erupting from the soldiers behind the lead enemy trooper, and come it did.

Most of the shots sailed harmlessly over head, or tore into the undergrowth around her, or even splashed into the water nearby, but three shots landed on target. Three was more than enough. The first shot was a glancing blow, the bolt reflected off the FO-X1’s thick plate causing minimal damage. The second shot hit her in the knee, striking at the joint where a thin sheet of armourweave offered limited protection. It wasn’t much. The shot broke the armour apart, the plasmatic bolt continuing into the flesh of her knee, rending tendons and joints. It was a terrible injury, and only the second of the three shots.

The third bolt was the worst, landing mere moment after the other two, a crackling bolt of plasmatic fury that struck her in the side, easily breaking apart the softer sections of armour along her midriff and driving itself into her exposed flesh, cracking apart ribs, and dispersing within her insides. It was a vicious wound, but Emilia was unaware of the extent of her injuries. Lying on the damp earth, all she knew was the pain. It was a sensation she’d experienced only once before, a year ago in Naboo she’d been unlucky enough to take a blaster bolt to the chest. Then, The Major had been there to scoop her up and sweep her out of harm’s way. Today that wouldn’t be the case.

Letting out a scream of pure agony, she rolled onto her back, only to see the figure of the woman who’d questioned her moments before, now sprinting, rapidly closing the distance between them. An instant before she arrived at the injured Bureau Chief, a force user manipulated the environment between them, and the shallow top layer of water was pulled away from Emilia, along with a great column of air. The force push created an instantaneous cloud of thick mist. Even through the haze of her concussed mind, and the curtain of white hot pain wracking her nervous system, Emilia understood she had to take the opportunity to move.

In what felt like an eternity she struggled to her knees, almost fainting as her shattered knee scraped across the ground. She gasped from, her body now caked in mud, face dripping with a putrid combination of stagnant swamp water, blood, and sweat. On her elbows, and leaning heavily on her uninjured knee, she attempted to crawl away, using the precious moments the mist hing between them to try and crawl towards the voice of Kyrel Ren and his female companion, and away from the enemy soldier. It was a struggle, after only half a metre, a terrific pain in her side stunned her. Her entire body became cold and numbed, with sensation returning after a dozen seconds lying paralysed in the muck.

Now dragging herself agonizingly with her arms alone, she shuddered and shook with each bump and scrape against her injured leg. It was enough to bear, however, as the numbness and cold was spreading from the wound in her side, throughout her gut and all up her body. It locked the pain behind a barrier, but she felt her consciousness suffering from its influence too. Finally, she made it to the wreck of the LAAT, using the last of her strength to prop herself up, and rest her gun on her lap. The numbness had spread its cold tendrils all through her body and mind, soothing her pain and dulling her senses. The only sensation she felt was the tingling in the tips of her fingers and toes, and the warm flow of blood, leaking from the terrible burns and lacerations on the side of her body.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

Location: Swamps #mobileposting
Objective: search and rescue
Allies: GA
Enemies: FO, [member="Asharad Graush"]

Staff met nothing but air as the Sith rotated as did she, taking a few precious steps back. Hope. It was the only thing that kept her going. Because what chance did she have against this man who was more mechanical beast than flesh? This tyrant who demanded surrender upon a world he only wanted to conquer? A man who snapped an injured person's neck without provocation?

There was once a time she wanted to believe there was more to him. Humanity inside the mask. But that hope was almost all but extinguished. The only hope left was to remain standing. Fight for those who couldn't. Be a light in the spreading darkness where surrender and servitude was demanded. Keep hope sparked and kindled even if that meant she wouldn't walk away from this.

Myrtle ellipses darted to the hydrastaff. A pang of longing and grief washed through her. Maalik. Would he forgive her if she never saw him again?

Pools of verdant green looked away from his arm and flickered to something behind his shoulder just before the slash came down. Staff was already up, lit end moving from her right to her left, catching his slash meant to cleave her and batting it to the side. Only. She misjudged his reach. The tip of his red blade bit and burned into the armor weave and green flesh beyond at her hip even as the force moved within the vines hanging behind him. Two, six vines snapped over seeking to entangle the Sith and his armor around his waist, arms, legs, neck - wherever they might be able to find purchase.

There was no intent to kill in her attacks, so unlike his. They were meant to slow down or contain. This was how she maintained hope. Because she refused to play the endless loop of a war no one truly won. Even if the First Order maintained their path of domination across the stars and defeated the Alliance. Another would rise up and take their place. And another. And another. It was only a matter of time. And this mirialan healer would kindle the hope. Promote life rather than take it. Until the end.

 

[Pash Tafo]

LOCATION: Fort Nemo, Dagobah

OBJECTIVE: Join SJO forces helping to defend GA FOB

ALLIES: The Galactic Alliance | Silver Jedi Order | Confederacy of Independent Systems | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] and others...

The transmission had finally arrived as the Skull was almost within sight of Thyferra. Pash had intended to support the Boolon Foundation's humanitarian work in the wake of the conflict there. Only out of hyperspace did the message get through calling Silvers to muster at Dagobah to help the Alliance repel an Imperial invasion.

The decision to turn from Thyferra was a difficult one, but in the end Pash considered that his skills would be more beneficial in the fighting on Dagobah. It was not until after the jump to that system did the Lothalian find he was too late for the battle against the Empire, but just in time for another. A fleet of First Order vessels were staging in orbit, setting up interdiction and engaging allied vessels.

It was by chance, or the Force, that Pash pulled up behind the transport shuttle carrying his fellow Silvers as they both skirted enemy ships. He trailed the craft , his old Y-wing acting as escort, though not the most effective one, until they broke the atmosphere and encountered the rough and murky Dagobah sky on course to Fort Nemo.

As the Silvers disembarked in a small landing clearing near the base, Pash settled the Skull nearby. The canopy opened and he grabbed his gear stored in the gunner's seat, leaping down to the soft earth below. The Matukai spotted the squad of Antarian rangers and Jedi gathering as their shuttle lifted away. Pash jogged towards them, amid the fervor of activity as defenses were hastily being organized.

Finally recognizing the padawan speaking up, ( she was not in her customary Hapan attire), Pash halted near her. He slipped the small field pack over his shoulder, the collapsed wan-shen slung acrosso his back. A vibrodagger was strapped to his thigh. Forbearing his Matukai robes, Pash wore durable dark green pants tucked into his boots, a rugged shirt and a long light hooded coat.

"Stephanie," Pash addressed the padawan, remembering her from a gathering shortly after his arrival at Silver Rest, "count me in as well." He added, giving her a nod and a small smile, finding her steady presence amid the chaos admirable.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Location: Dagobah near the Cave of Evil​

Objective: Extract [member="Emilia Ravel"], proceed to the Cave of Evil.​

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

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

Enemies: Galactic Alliance and allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Qymaen sil Jurai"] [member="Ever Dawnracer"],​

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Feeling the immense power of the dark side Kyrel felt it's call to be more seductive something he had wanted despite the conflict of Light and Dark within him. The caves weren't far he knew that even as he made it to the wrecked LAAT. He hadn't felt power like this since the Battle of Mustafar within Vader's Castle, the dark side was an inferno while here it's only seductive darkness that had called to them. The Ren the successors to the Sith would know answer the call of the darkness as they did on Mustafar and claim it as their own. But for now, Kyrel could not concern himself with that. In time that power would be for the Supreme Leader but as his will would be he wouldn't want the enemy to have access to their peaceful government. In a sense that force is often necessary to cull the weak for the strong and to ensure order and peace in a lawless galaxy that has lost its way.​

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He had heard a cry for help as he had seen the wrecked LAAT not far from him in fact he could see it through the visor of his mask seeing the soldier that pulled out a Stun baton, all of a sudden blaster shots had gone through the air with Kyrel blocking with his lightsaber in one hand, and then the next moment Kyrel bore witness to a powerful telekinetic barrage at the soldier, likely amplified by the dark side of the force and launched by what he could sense was Therran Graush. He couldn't help but grin in almost a sadistic way, the dark side taking hold the more he let it fuel him from the planet and the power that the saber fed from him and also returned as well. He was impressed by the operative's power and was mulling to himself if only for a brief moment how it was a shame he wasn't in the Ren.​

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He raised his left hand concentrating on the power that was given to him, He managed to pull scattered pieces of durasteel that were left from the dropship and had used it to his advantage. Levitating the three heavy pieces of durasteel with ease launching it towards the soldier attempting to hit her as he approached the remnants of the dropship. His saber ready in his hands prepared to deal with the woman that was before him. He occasionally blocked shots of blaster fire as he walked in that moment his Danger sense triggered him and in that moment a loud booming voice was heard as if it was more machine then a man like himself but more guttural then anything else.​

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He looked far into the swamp hearing the heavy clank sounds approach louder and louder he had stared at the edges of the swamp enhancing his vision. Battle droids... He should have known from the reports from First Imperial High Command. His anger boiled at how the scum of the galaxy those that had dared to disrupt the peaceful First Order from trying to bring peace and justice to a lawless galaxy. After all, Kyrel believed that force was necessary to take care of the chaos that had destabilized the galaxy. Still no matter he would not allow the enemy to stop them from protecting the operative, nor prevent them from reaching the dark side nexus that had called to them. 'The Confederacy!!' He thought to himself angrily thinking that reinforcements from those Outer Rim scum weren't coming. And had the intense desire to kill​

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Just then he couldn't help but grin as he sent a message to Varas via their force bond. Knowing her studies within the Sith Archives within Vader's Castle would help her. "Apprentice.. You must feel what I feel. We must not allow this rabble to stop us... Use the darkness of this world let it fuel you with power. Annihilate them." He had said as he saw a flash of a lightsaber orange in color, but not far from where he was as he slowly approached the crash site to come to the operative's aid and hopefully rescue her. No matter the cost as long as it is for the peace and security of the First Order. For that, he would give his life.​

 

[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: Survive the first order!
Allied: I’m all alone
Dance partners: [member="Brennan Cabrol"]
#TeamAlliance

Music​

Loto arrived on the bridge just in time to witness the first shot fired from the First Order corvette strike them in around the engineering. The ship rocked as shields were raised but no before the damage was one.

"Direct hit, Captain Hyperdrive is down!" The first officer screamed.

"Feth man, this dude is even more of a spaz than you bro'tha. Fine they wanna fight we gonna give them one, load torpedoes, controls to me." Loto commanded.

As the two ships continued to angle toward one another Loto changed their course so they were heading straight at the First Order corvette. The attacking ship would now find that their shots were striking the Galactic Empire corvette they had locked into their tow spars and not the Coalition ship. Parts of the battered ship abandoned by its' previous owners began to explode and melt away under the Order's barrage but this protected the freighter underneath as the closed to point blank range. Now only a few hundred meters away Loto mashed the controls and sent all for Assault torpedoes loose from their tubes and filly armed and safeties free so they would detonate as soon as they impacted.

"Hold on this gonna hurt!" Loto shouted as he braced for the impending detonation.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Hex M, 50 GSM \\ Dagobah System​

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LAAT/i Gunship (Wreckage/Crash Zone) | Awakening​

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Enemies:​

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

[member="Qymaen sil Jurai"]​

Allies:​

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

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No memories. No dreams. Just the void.

Just as suddenly, there was light. Piercing and burning, an inferno filling his lungs and a sharp flare of pain across his face.

With a cough, he opened his eyes, instinctively his mind acted out.

“Soldier, I am Commander Kayrce. Imperial Special Forces.” A pause. “Wa..”​

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Rolf's gauntleted fist struck out, short but firm aimed for the figure's ribs. Simultaneously he tried to roll free, his eyes snapping open only long enough to catch a glimpse of his assailant. Everything hurt. As he rolled to the side, his body heaved, stomach struggling to hold its contents, Rolf struggling to bring himself to his knees. Vision swimming he tried to look for a weapon, the one at his hip momentarily forgotten as he tried to make heads or tails of his surroundings. *The gunship.* In an instant, it came flooding back. As if a rubber band had been snapped against the nape of his neck, his hands were propelled to motion. Fingers grasped at the weapon at his belt, prying it clumsily free as he blinked hard, trying to clear his vision. Halfway through extracting the weapon he focused on the figure who'd been invading his space - the primary concern was the blaster weapon pointed at him. Freezing where he kneeled, he slowly extended his fingers and raised his hands away from his side.

"Alright, alright, let's not be hasty now." He'd really done it this time. Rolf couldn't count on two hands how many times he'd been in drop ships that had been shot down or otherwise disabled, but he wasn't about to jinx himself by surviving the crash only to die at the end of a blaster rifle. For a moment, he replayed the brief snippet of conversation through his mind before he realized what the woman had said. "ISF, here?" he took a breath, eyes searching his surroundings. Pursing his lips he let a sigh free before responding in kind. "Colonel Amsel, First Order Special Forces. Storm Commando Detachment. You said you're with the Empire?" Slowly, he lifted his knee, standing up carefully despite the muck beneath his feet. He put his arms out quickly as he tried to keep his balance, ultimately failing once again to a knee, a garish cough escaping his lungs. As it subsided, he looked up wearily. "We better get out of here, it won't be long before the Alliance sends a crew to check out the wreck." he looked over his shoulder at the now sizzling and smoking wreckage of what had been the LAAT/i gunship. How he'd survived, the gods only knew. As the Colonel began to lose a measure of wooziness his eyes tracked once more to the Imperial Commander - in her hands, a First Order weapon. Despite their dire circumstances, a thin lipped smile creased Rolf's features.

"I'm going to reach for my weapon now, you might want to note that yours won't work." Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around the now loosened blaster, drawing it up and out of the holster. "If you let me see it for a minute, I might be able to fix that." If she would trust him, he didn't know - but if she didn't Rolf imagined they'd all be in much stickier of a wicket than they already were. Wistfully he thought of the four speeder bikes that had been mounted on a rear vehicle rack, there was next to no chance they'd survived. It was going to make traversing the muck and overgrown swampland pure hell. *I guess it beats sand.* he thought to himself.