You'll Sleep When I Say So [First Order Invasion of Outer Rim Coalition [Hex K-53] Skor II]

Wilhelmine Dahma · Aug 2, 2018

Location: Space
Objective: Establish naval superiority
Allies: [member="Gromm Cardan"] [member="Karl Von Strauss"] [member="Robogeber"] [member="Cynthia Alucard"]
[member="Kou'ha Escala"] [member="The Major"] [member="Natasi Fortan"]
Enemies: [member="Mazik Stazi"] [member="Dracken Pryce"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Mittens"] [member="Silara Varis"] [member="Kaine Australis"]
Actions: In spoiler tag

Sr. Captain Morro had lagged behind, the naval medical team making sure she was fit enough to serve after giving birth to her twins.

“Having children is not a disease,” she protested, wanting to shrug off the flimsy hospital gown and fling it across the room.

“Sit still, Captain.”

And then finally after numerous tests, a lengthy physical and a short run on the treadmill, it was decided. The Chiss officer would make her re-entrance above Skor II, where the Outer Rim Coalition had amassed belligerently in rebellion of the First Order ultimatum.

On the bridge of the FIV Devastator Morro stood. The black swath of space before her looked so glorious with Imperial ships lined as far as the eye could see. Yet when she turned around to the the crew, her shapely upper lip curled at the sight of all of those Squib.

“Why again are there so many detestable aliens on my bridge?”

“They know these space lanes better than anyone,” Lt. Adler responded. She thought briefly of Maxamillian Erwin Rausgeber and Tasdo'zel'urnis, and how they would be delighted by the colorful furry creatures. “We need all the help we can get with naval intelligence.”

“Nonsense. We have Admiral Rausgeber leading us,” she snorted. What if the Squib were spies? She didn’t voice this intent, but if she had to Morro, would execute every single one with a blaster bolt to the head if she caught them passing along secrets to the enemy.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, the Chiss officer squinted at the radar broadcasting the unusual organic forms. Scanners indicated they were purrgil.

“What. Are They. Doing. Here,” she said, deliberately enunciating every consonant, words steeped in malice. It’s bad enough that there are Squib here. Now we have Space Whales?

"Ummmmm. I do not-"

Morro pinched the bridge of her nose, cutting him off. "Use your words, Lt. Keep an eye on them. If they come within firing range I want you to do just that." The Captain then settled into a feeling of self satisfaction made more acute by deliberately avoiding the sight of Squib upon her ship, the fuzzy, chittering beings so anachronistic to the human acumen that made up her precise and intrepid crew. Admiral Rausberger, her husband, was out there, although as in past operations, she would not make contact with him unless it was to receive an order or relay information. She had faith in newcomers Von Strauss and Escala. With Max and Tasdozel safe in their cribs at home on peaceful Avalonia, Morro knew exactly who she was doing this for now. For the Admiral’s tiny, handsome heir and her little girl, a perfect miniature replica of the ink-haired Chiss herself.

Battlegroup Sovereignty
Commanded by Sr. Captain Morro

FIV Devastator, Flagship
Mandator V-class Siege Battlecruiser

Battlegroup Sovereignty Fleet Composition
• FIV Enforcer, Resurgent II-class Star Destroyer (1 x 2,904m)
• FIV Indomitable, Resurgent III-class Star Destroyer (1 x 2,904m)
• Marauder-class Missile Cruisers (4 x 750m; Total: 3,000m)
FIV Raze
FIV Legate
FIV Rage
FIV Domination
• Halberd-class Artillery Frigate (6 x 380m; Total: 2,280m)
FIV Kerkov
FIV Bespin
FIV Ison Glory
FIV Invictus
FIV Misery
FIV Strike
• Sabre-class Escort Frigate (8 x 270m; Total: 2,160m)
FIV Strafe
FIV Guardian
FIV Watchman
FIV Widow
FIV Medusa
FIV Heimat
FIV Staltwalt
• Chasseur-class Pack Corvette (6 x 126m; Total: 756m)
FIV Gallant
FIV Crusader
FIV Rogue
FIV Dasher
FIV Rake
FIV Fortitude
• Blitz-class Picket Corvette (12 x 90m; Total: 1,080m)
FIV Mutt
FIV Hound
FIV Mord
FIV Windhund
FIV Bravoure
FIV Gaston
FIV Leopard
FIV Scar
FIV Stalkeris
FIV Drosme
FIV Murhata
FIV Valour

• Uhlan-class Hunter Killer Corvette (9 x 80m; Total: 720m)
FIV Predation
FIV Borzaya
FIV Tueur
FIV Stokar
FIV Starshine
FIV Black Moon
FIV Shadow
FIV Daring
FIV Blade

Total fleet meterage: 15,804m

Sovereignty Command
Fleet Composition: 1x Mandator V-class Siege Battlecruiser, 2x Marauder-class Missile Cruisers, 2x Halberd-class Artillery Frigate, 2x Sabre-class Escort Frigate, 2x Chasseur-class Pack Corvette, 4x Blitz-class Picket Corvette, 3x Uhlan-class Hunter Killer Corvette

Task Group Kingdom
Fleet Composition: 1x Resurgent II-class Star Destroyer, 1x Marauder-class Missile Cruisers, 2x Halberd-class Artillery Frigate, 3x Sabre-class Escort Frigate, 2x Chasseur-class Pack Corvette, 4x Blitz-class Picket Corvette, 3x Uhlan-class Hunter Killer Corvette

Task Group Dynasty
Fleet Composition: 1x Resurgent III-class Star Destroyer, 1x Marauder-class Missile Cruisers, 2x Halberd-class Artillery Frigate, 3x Sabre-class Escort Frigate, 2x Chasseur-class Pack Corvette, 4x Blitz-class Picket Corvette, 3x Uhlan-class Hunter Killer Corvette

Ship Name: FIV xxx | Ship Class: xxx | Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: -
Actions:

Robogeber · Aug 2, 2018

Carlyle watched the orb of Skor with contempt as wave after wave of drop pods continued to rain down upon the system. It was an ambitious strategy, but one which he hoped would seize the final victory the First Order deserved over this accursed planet. "Grand Admiral multiple contacts entering on our scopes sir." The Pellaeon's Sensor Officer reported. "They haven't left the system, and are moving into assault formation." The Zabrak reported, "Four fleets in particular. Coming in at point three three, point two nine, point four and sector seven, dash four." The Grand Admiral stewed a little at the report. It was a little concerning to see that this, supposed Coalition had such forces within system. But, he consoled himself, it would be no match for what they had planned.

"Shields up!" The sharp command came from Captain Evaline Bosse, "Don't let anything through." Bosse added impatiently. The woman had a reputation for stringent discipline. Something she relied on, given she was the Pellaeon's steward in the absence of its Imperator. Carlyle realised at this point it was time he turned from observing to taking on a more proactive role. The Pellaeon's advanced Kyb-X shields now rushed to life, coating the dark, metallic vessel in a new, blue glow. It, and its Resurgent escorts, the Apex and Endeavour were now prepared for whatever the Galaxy decided it would throw out at them.

"Order all Sabre class vessels, across all commands to begin coordinating sensor net." Rausgeber coldly ordered the Comms Officer, "Rob our enemies, of their sight and their ears." The Grand Admiral commanded. He turned to watch dozens of EM probes as they were flung into the distance. The net was being cast long, and wide. The first few waves of missiles, would, if it went well, be cast into oblivion. Disabled by the probes. This was on top of the extraneous counter measures employed by the vessels. If all should go to plan, enemy battlecruisers, and vessels of all sizes would find their targeting software jam, and their missiles? Destroyed. The Sixth Fleet had prepared for this. Nothing at this point could catch the First Order off guard. They were conquerors, no? "What are the status of those who stand before us." He now moved, like a ghost, until he hovered right above the starboard crewpit, where the Sensor Officer's console sat.

"We have two fleets approaching our flanks at full speed." The Sensor Officer informed him, "The first fleet, from CommScan, is largely rusted vessels. Corvettes, and a few destroyers." Carlyle smirked a little at the update. Was this the best the Coalition had to offer? He goaded a little at this, revelation and took particular enjoyment from it. This battle would be no challenge. "There is however," The officer paused, and looked down at his screen, "Apologies sir! I'll try to get a better reading sir."

"I have full confidence in Captain Von Strauss' abilities to counter this effort." Rausgber mused aloud. Bosse showed her approval by nodding her head. "Now, lieutenant," Rausgeber cast his eyes and focus back upon the officer, who continued to seem confused by what appeared on his monitor. "Do tell, what dares challenge us?"
"There appears to be, sir, a pod of purgills, sir." A rush of murmuring which seemed to spread. A pang of confusion set into Carlyle's automated mind. Purgills? How? When? Where? Were they weaponised? Was this some unfortunate coincidence. Purgills were a nominally docile species. They stayed away from civilised worlds, if of course you could call Skor, 'civilised'. As Rausgeber's confused expression turned to the officer, he seemingly read his mind, "They're emitting, some kind of, shield signature."

The madman. The bloody madmen. How had they done it? Was this some kind of legacy of the Lord of the Fringe? Some top secret experiment of the Galactic Alliance. "Look sir!" A crewman barked from the fore of the command deck, pointing towards the planet. "They're closing." Even now, through the viewport Carlyle could see their outlines, rushing towards the fleet. For all the countless simulations computed. For all the data and intelligence he had acquired. All for nothing.

It was almost beautiful.

"Run us about!" The Grand Admiral snapped. "Prepare all batteries and all commands to fire on these, these, these things!" Could one even kill a purgill? The beasts were almost unheard of in this part of the Galaxy, to see them now, running towards his vessels, was the stuff of nightmares. "Get Captain Walshe and the Exactor to spool gravity wells!" Even amongst the greenest of spacers knew that purgills could smash a freighter whole, if not tear one into a thousand pieces, by pulling unwary crewman through hyperspace. Imagine what a pod could do to a destroyer? Scandalising. Alarm and battle klaxons across the Pellaeon sounded.

"Grand Admiral, transmission from the enemy, sir." The Signals Officer began. Carlyle shot a warning glare at the young junior officer, who withered beneath the mans gaze. Her entire body, seemingly and physically shrinking beneath the cold glare. The usually plaid and neutral face which occupied the curved screen turned into a figure of malice and fury.

The Grand Admiral's voice thundered across the command deck. "I care not for the ramblings of pirates and smugglers, kill those damned beasts before they get close to us!" The space around the purgills now began to glow, and some of the First Order's most advanced weaponry and vessels now concentrated full fire upon the beasts. The Uhlan-Class' tracking missiles aimed directly for the eyes, streaking towards them with their advanced, homing lock. Rausgebers now turned to the data screen, and holographic display of the battle. It seemed his subordinates too realised the threat posed, and decidedly went for an offensive. Carlyle's hopes were buoyed by this.

Now all they had to do was wait. Despite, the unanticipated way the battle had gone, it would take some time for the beasts to reach. Hopefully, in Rausgebers mind, the mega-masers the Pellaeon had been equipped with would scorch the purgills flesh, and boil their brains. But the event nonetheless shook him. Although he carried no real hormones, the entire series of events, drained him. "Grand Admiral," A meek voice began, the Signals Officer began again, "Sir, our inter-vessel network is out sir, jamming, apparently."

Carlyle rolled his eyes, "Reboot the network and increase power, we will stay on the air!" A short salute followed from the diminutive technician now booting through an increased powerloaded array. It wasn't the nominal form of communications, sure, but it would sure work for the purposes of keeping organisation up. Carlyle took liberty to patch himself through to his fellow commanders. "Stand firm comrades." Carlyle commanded, "Stand firm and hold ranks, this is but the gambit of desperate scum, trying to evade justice." Hollow words if ever, but spoken with a sense of conviction. "Destroy these beasts, and hold our line." He paused, "We will not fail." He cut transmission there. It would hopefully hold together.

Rausgebers mind turned to Senior Captain Morro's vessels. Privately, he tried to calculate the chances of him sacrificing his battlegroup, and how much time it would buy the Chiss to return to their children. It was, to be quite honest, a terrifying thought, but it was a necessity in his mind, that a child grow up with one of their parents. Even if the others legacy, would be posthumous.

"Grand Admiral," Signals again intruded into the thoughts of the man, "We have two transmissions, one from, a carrier group, requesting our surrender." A chortle put an end to that proposition. "The second, sir, is from the Seer." Now his attention was captured. The FOSB always had a tendency to do that. "They've detected exhaust but with no vessel approaching on that vector. No lock." The Officer continued. That was when it hit Rausgeber. Stealth vessels. Now this began to make sense. The Coalition would press their attack on all fronts, distracting them while a singular craft, carrying some kind of VIP, would try to pass through. And given the objectives on the ground, and his brief studies of the planets history, only one individual would be worth that material loss. The King of Skor.

"Order two fighter squadrons to patch themselves into the Seer," Carlyle coolly ordered, "Have them patrol the sector, until we get a full lock. Then, I want any further exhaust signatures tracked. And should we find something, disable it. And haul it into one of ours for inspection." He paused, "Whichever of our vessels is closest, naturally." He added with a bemused smirk. "Alert all commands, divert as many fighters as necessary to ensure its capture." Imagine that. From a nightmare scenario to this. He would be the one to capture Skor's king, and bring an end to this battle. Another battle to his name, and to be able to see his precious dears on Dosuun? A bonus.

But this moment of comfort was fleeting. Carlyle still found supercomputer reeling to figure out the possibilities. The variables. It was an intensive exercise. The purgills still had to be dealt with. And as did the encroaching fleet from the Alliance. And even then, the vessels capture was way off. It all left the man with a sullen sense of, confusion. For the purposes of his crew, he wouldn't say anything. But, for perhaps the first time in a long time, Carlyle Rausgeber didn't quite know what to do.

First Order Sixth Fleet | Battlegroup Imperator | Imperator Command

IMPERATOR COMMAND

Name: FIV Pellaeon
Ship: Admonitor-Class Super Star Destroyer [X]
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: 5 Squadrons of TIE/SF III [X]| 5 Squads TIE Reign Bombers [X]
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Rapier
Ship: Sabre-Class Frigate [X]
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Gladius
Ship: Sabre-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Blade
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar:None
Firing At: Purgill King

Name: FIV Icepick
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette [X]
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill King

Name: FIV Falchion
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Dasher

Name: FIV Cutlass
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Scimitar
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Dancer

Name: FIV Seer
Ship: Nightgaunt Corvette [X]
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Prancer

Name: FIV Chaser
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette [X]
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Interceptor
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill King

Name: FIV Artemis
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Ullr
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Rudolph

APEX COMMAND

Name: FIV Apex
Ship: Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer [X]
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: 3 Squadrons TIE Heavy Interceptors [X] | 5 Squadrons of TIE Crown Defenders [X] | 2 Squadrons TIE Reign Bombers
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Duellist
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill King

Name: FIV Fence
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Fred

Name: FIV Harrier
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: None

Name: FIV Paladin
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Comet

Name: FIV Jaguar
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Cupid

Name: FIV Graceful
Ship: Sabre-Class Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill King

Name: FIV Stolz
Ship: Sabre-Class Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Claymore
Ship: Sabre-Class Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill King

Name: FIV Exactor
Ship: Assimilator-Class Interdictor [X]
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: 2 TIE/SF Squadrons [X]
Firing At: Purgill King | Gravity Wells Active

Name: FIV Lion
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill King

Name: FIV Stalker
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Wolf
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Creeper
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Alabaster

ENDEAVOUR COMMAND

Name: FIV Endeavour
Ship: Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: 2 Squadrons TIE Heavy Interceptors | 5 Squadrons of TIE Crown | 3 Squadrons TIE Reign Bombers
Firing At: Purgill King

Name: FIV Bombard
Ship: Brawl-Class Missile Frigate [X]
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing at: Purgil Supreme

Name: FIV Goblin
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Blitzen

Name: FIV Raider
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Caesar
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Dasher

Name: FIV Pursuit
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Dancer

Name: FIV Battleaxe
Ship: Sabre-Class Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Vixen

Name: FIV Lance
Ship: Sabre-Class Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Donner

Name: FIV Ranger
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Blitzen

Name: FIV Courier
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Rudolph

Name: FIV Dragon
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Fred

CENTURION COMMAND

Name: FIV Centurion
Ship: Imperial-X II Class Destroyer [X]
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: 4 Squadrons of TIE Strikers [X] | 1x TIE Reign Bomber Squads.
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Legate
Ship: Vanguard-Class Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: 3x Ithqua Squadrons [X] | 4x TIE Crown Squadrons | 3x TIE Reign Bomber Squadrons
Firing At: Dancer

Name: FIV Needle
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Dasher

Name: FIV Hussar
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Prancer

Name: FIV Prowler
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Blitzen

Name: FIV Legacy
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Rudolph

Name: FIV Ulysses
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Prancer

Name: FIV Marauder
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Vixen

Name: FIV Dragoon
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Donner

Name: FIV Phyrric
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Donner

Fighters will be sorted for the morn

Shia Kryze · Aug 2, 2018

Location: Palace Grounds
Objective: Defend the Palace
Allies: [member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Shia"] Kryze, [member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="Dax Fyre"] ORC, AiE
Neutrals: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Keira Verd"]
Enemies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] First Order
Equipment: The Darksaber, Rekali Witchsword, Nadir E-Series Handcannon, MM-27,Nadir E-Series Sniper Rifle, Forcebreaker Grenandes (2), Thermal Detonators (2), Cin'tracinya (Armour), SG-1001 (Shield)

The eerie howl of the darksaber cut through the air as Shia followed Mishel and Romi into the fray - she fought little like them, with no use at all of force powers (for she had none that would do an iota of good) and relying on her armour and shield for protection from the blaster bolts, in her off hand she wielded the MM-27, it's comforting bulk and mule-like kick pleasing her as she blasted single shot holes precisely through the weak points in enemy armour.

Fire streaked past and into her, scattering of her shield as a heavy trooper drew a bead. A spurt of fire from her rocket pack sent her leaping through the air and into a terminal arc who's end connected the black-silver flaring blade of the ancient Mandalorian symbol of authority with the troopers arm, sending him out of the fight.

She turned at the sound of Mishel's shout, something niggling at the back of her senses even before she was truly concious, then in a heartbeat another jet-assisted leap brought her back to the side of the other two, pistol levelled unerringly at [member="Darth Metus"]'s head.

The dar'manda. Here. She didn't know the woman next to him. Wait. No. She'd been at the wedding.

Her finger tightened on the trigger, a hair short of the firing pressure. If she'd been here alone, she'd have fired. But the Jedi wanted to talk, and... dammit. She'd been hired, and that meant she wasn't on her own time. If the Mandalorians wanted to make up for Utapau and Dagobah, they needed to start acting like professionals, not Neo-Crusaders.

But the pain was almost physical, the urge to uphold one duty against another a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.

The gun didn't waver so much as a micron as she waited for the scene to play out in the space between heartbeats. The black blade of the darksaber hovered protectively as the third point in a defensive triangle.

Varian Alaric · Aug 2, 2018

Primat hadn't even gotten a chance to respond to what Marr had said before he had been dragged into the transport, much to his annoyance. Though, he could never really be truly annoyed or upset at Marr. Maybe temporarily annoyed for a few minutes, though that would dissipate quickly, what with her cheerful and happy attitude that seemed lighten everything up no matter the situation. As Primat mustered over what Marr had said, he clasped his signature saber in both hands, his fingers softly gliding over the surface of the saber. His blue eyes remained fixated on the hilt of his lightsaber for a few beats, before his neck turned to face Marr's face, his eyes beaming at hers for a few beats as thoughts swirled through his head. Food? I thought it was traditional to get people flowers, not food. Plus, what food would she even like? I mean, candy is all good...but for all I know she could be allergic to candy, though Varas is a clone of Kyrel so maybe she isn't allergic to anything? Primat shook his head at his own thoughts, finding them stupid, annoying, and over-analyzing. He tended to do that a lot, over think and over-analyze things. Which of course, made him overestimate things at times and worry too much. He shook these thoughts away as he opened his mouth to speak once more to Marr. "Really, are you sure? I thought you were supposed to get them flower's or something that reminded them of you...and, and what if she doesn't like candy? I mean their are some people who don't like candy, not sure if she's one of them." Jeez, here he was overthinking stuff, again. He needed to stop before he backed himself into a corner as he usually would do.

It didn't take long for Marr to speak to Primat, and well...these questions would be, difficult. They would be difficult to answer in the least. Hm, how did he feel about Varas? That was Marr's question in general. Only problem was, how he would answer it. He typically got nervous around Varas, though that could just be nerves from their duel. He had cut off her cybernetic hand during the duel, so maybe that was it, maybe that was what was getting to him when he was around Varas. No, that wasn't it, not by a long shot. He was just making up excuses for himself now about why he felt nervous and anxious around Varas. He felt as though he knew the true reason he was nervous around her and why he was nervous and anxious around her, though his thoughts wouldn't offer him any solace. All his mind did was jumble his thoughts and give him false reasons, it was like his brain was telling him that he didn't actually have a thing for Varas.

Which he knew, was a lie. He was just...overthinking things, is all. He was overthinking the situation and was doubting himself and his true feelings about Varas. Which, he shouldn't do. Primat paused for a beat, before responding to Marr. His eyes looked down for a few seconds as he talked, before beaming upwards again to look into Marr's eyes. "Well...around Varas, I just feel nervous and anxious. Sometime, I suppose, I trip up on what I'm trying to say. I suppose...it's kind of like a disease. It makes you nervous sometimes, and it gives you nausea the sometimes as you pray you don't say anything bad. I just...I don't know, my heart rate increases, and I just...don't know really what to do around her..." It felt good to get all of that off of his chest, it felt really good to finally tell someone what he thought about Varas. His words had been a jumbled mess of thoughts and feelings, though Primat was glad that he had actually shared his thoughts with someone about his feelings for Varas.

Even though he had been nervous about telling Marr about Varas, he felt...happy that he had done so. It had been against his better judgement, as most things were. He had told himself to do it, while in reality he hadn't wanted to tell Marr at all. He was just glad...that he had taken the risk to ask Marr about Varas and to tell Marr about his feelings about Varas.

Shortly after their conversation had finished for the moment, the pilot radioed a message throughout the transport vessel. "We're entering hostile space now, prepare for impact from Anti-air Emplacements as we make our descent towards the Palace." So, seems like they were finally going to do something. Good. Not that Primat hadn't liked his conversation with Marr, it's just they didn't have enough time and this...probably wasn't the appropriate place to discuss such things. He hooked his lightsaber onto his belt temporarily as he placed his helmet over his head, the metal of the neck of his suit interlocking with the metal of his helmet, locking the helmet into place so that it wouldn't fly off or come off without user interaction to do so. Primat then pulled his saber from his belt, keeping it clasped in his right hand, his typical dueling hand. Not that he couldn't duel with his left hand. He could very well duel with both hands, though his skills were more pronounced and apparent with his right hand. His swings were more clumsily with his left hand, though his secondary saber was clipped onto his belt, just encase he needed it.

Primat activated the HUD in his armor along with his comn-system, setting it to the appropriate frequency to remain in communication with both Varas and Marriskcal along with the other Imperial agents around the Palace complex. He the relaid a message to the other imperials on the ground, those who were around or in the Palace complex. "Reinforcements coming on, repeat, reinforcements coming in to aid in coercion of the Squib King. Standby for ETA...five minutes." That was about the time it would take for them to arrive at the Palace. They couldn't land directly inside, what due to the anti-air emplacements. So, they had to land a way's off. After the words had left Primat's mouth, shells exploded with ferocity and scattered accuracy as AA emplacements began to open fire on the two transports. Their transport had taken a hit to it's left wing, though the engines remained undamaged. The same couldn't be said for the other one. The second transport had gotten both wings shot...before it plummeted towards the ground in free fall, crashing onto an empty street in a haze of fire and black smoke. Damn, those AA turrets are gonna prove troublesome. Here's hoping that we won't get shot down.

Within a few minutes time, they had landed, with one transport remaining of the two. That left three Ren, a knight and two disciples, along with about fifteen Stormtroopers to land at the Palace. Each and every Stormtrooper had their weapons set to nonlethal and any grenades they had were flash bangs. They couldn't risk any civilian causalities, or the death of the King. And thus, they disembarked. As the group began to disembark, Primat turned towards Marr with a smile hidden under his helmet. "Stay with me and Varas and we just might get through this. Don't worry, we got you."

Progflaw99 · Aug 2, 2018

Location: Palace Complex, Grounds

Objective 3: Coerce/Convince the Squib King

Allies: First Order | [member="Omari Vyken"] | [member="Keira Verd"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Tobias Wrynn"]

- - -

The resulting explosion shook Rolf's body as the shaped charges opened a very specific hole in the side of the building. Designed for breaching purposes the explosives weren't exactly deadly to anyone on the other side but the Colonel wouldn't envy the headache and ruptured eardrums - but thankfully, it was clear. The two Death Troopers assigned to the strike force had completed their initial entry and declared it so, Rolf wasn't far behind.

Slipping in behind the pair, blaster raised, he pulled up an incomplete floorplan - the last time the First Order had been here they'd only been able to map part of the large facility and even that was along a specific path towards the throne room. It wasn't going to be much help here. They had to keep moving. Now inside the building, he couldn't hear much - echoes of weapons fire above maybe but he couldn't tell whose it was. No other First Order forces were tasked with getting the King, perhaps it was the Squib taking potshots at soldiers attempting to enforce the curfew? A quick glance at his HUD didn't identify any major concentrations of their own forces in the area - the losses they took on the way in no doubt contributing. Even so, there were only a handful of pods designated towards the palace, this wasn't an assault but a carefully designed strike at the heart and though they had already met more resistance than expected, Rolf and his band of troopers would see it through.

It wouldn't be long before the squib and their backup located the disturbance that was Rolf's strike team. Moving forward into the room Rolf pressed his back up against a wall in preparation for the next move. The team would move much like an amoeba, tail end watching their six as they slid through the corridors. Though the team had limited time to acquaint themselves with each other prior to the mission it was time enough. Each had been through the same training, what separated them were their specialties - specialties that Rolf was quick to take advantage of. He wasn't the one addressed, but Rolf had heard the comm come through. His response was near instantaneous.

:: Keep our exfil route clear - if this goes south we'll be coming out hot. Engage hostiles at your discretion. The curfew announcements...:: He checked his comm one more time. ::...have been going for more than enough time. If they're armed - they're a target. ::

No doubt the FOSB operative would have more to add, the Bureau was like that. Technically they didn't fall under Rolf's command even though they were attached - but the First Order was nothing if not collective. They'd listen, provided his orders didn't contradict anything they'd been given at a higher level. Already Rolf had been impressed with Maalraas' ingenuity and fast thinking with the biocomm.

:: We're on floor one, throne room is on floor 3. We've got some hoofing to do. ::

With that, Rolf moved again. Stepping out into the corridor, Rolf came face to face with a particularly large squib - one who had obviously not expected to see the trooper materialize in front of him. With a clatter of datapad on the floor and a yellow puddle beginning to form beneath the squib, the Colonel acted hastily. Weapon set to it's stun setting, he fired nearly point blank into the canine's torso. With a fizzle of fur and a soft thump the body dropped. A quick check indicated the squibs vitals had been strained but were holding - unconscious however. Looking back over his shoulder, Rolf made a hand motion as he stepped off towards the far end of the hall. Looks like they would be taking the stairs, too much liable to go wrong if they took a turbolift.

The Major · Aug 2, 2018

Naturally. It must be like the Mother of her adopted nation to have her own secrets. Happy not to find herself as a hindrance to her pseudo-mentor of sorts, she packed up her things quickly and made no qualms of taking the mug of black coffee (because of course it was) with her while departing out of the grandeur of the Grand Moff’s office. The Major probably committed these acts a little more stiffly than she would have liked -not annoyed by the subtle means of prodding her away thanks to Lady Fortan’s grace, but more intrigued and engrossed with the little details of risk and the brutal cost of committing acts at a more honorable standard. History truly did repeat itself within the First Order. Frowning at the thought, but without any further incident the Fallanassi proceeded out of the office and made her way towards the situation room. In between the path she took a detour to yet another bathroom and locked the door behind her. Spending a few moments reflecting upon her appearance and the expression plastered unto her face gave away the issue. She felt crabby, insecure, and trepidatious, but the reasons why were starting to more clearly formulate as the menagerie leader in charge of the circus that was the FOSB peered into the glass. Perhaps a mentor of sorts could help assuage this strange circulation boiling distressingly inside and correct the path before a bigger error could be made.

Chin held a little higher, the Major doubled back to the situation room, maneuvering a deck with a few officers who were possibly engrossed with the job of protecting a vessel with such precious cargo. A number of maps buzzed with the current standing of the operation, along with information about reinforcements en route to support the few fleets established over the sector. It was a small comfort to know that whatever the enemy could pull together could be matched by the vast might of this imperial war machine. Even if there were what appeared to be whales approaching to attack the assembled force. Whales… It was like the events were being played out in a cartoon or fantasy, breaking the bounds of reality. Was this universe no more than a silly dream, or maybe it was purgatory. The voices in her sleep certainly didn’t help solidify either case in either direction.

On the ground the situation was more... complicated. The small strike team made up of some of the most elite of operatives were making steady but slow progress. With such a small unit supported only by curfew patrols, it was likely that any significant defense would no doubt end in a rout. Was it a miscalculation on the part of command? Perhaps they wanted to see how much they could get away with before committing to the use of large strike force which could possibly risk collateral damage. Perhaps it was the shadow of the first unsuccessful campaign upon this world; the shadow of which was still dogging the First Order’s reputation to this day. The Major noted that some of the mercenary attache’s were already under fire and fighting -a stark sign of resistance. She shook her auburn tinged head lightly and wondered if she herself would be ordered to muster down to a potentially expanding fight. Time would tell.

Once the Grand Moff had returned something within Sybil’s heart said that this would be the only time she would have to ask something potentially destructive to her career. Everything was gamble. Why would this be any different?

She approached the grand moff, stopping short of tugging at her sleeve with the apprehension of a child.

“May I speak to you but a moment, M’lady? Privately? It’s no issue of national security, but something I feel I must ask.”

Griet van Vliet · Aug 2, 2018

Location: High atmosphere
Objective: ~~Destroy landing pods to attempt to halt the enemy advance~~ Furball fight
Allies: ORC [member="Dano Dil"] @Rekha Karrde [member="Roth Tillian"]
Enemies: First Order [member="Cynthia Alucard"]

"This is Brie, I'm getting baked out there, can anyone assist?" Brie shouted, in hopes that other friendlies, such as @Rekha Karrde and [member="Roth Tillian"] would react, before its engines got hit. "My engines are curdled!"

"Aim for the wings! With their radiator panels gone, their engines will be liable to overheat" she told both her wingmen and [member="Dano Dil"] as well as the incoming unit under Jak's command. And Roth, too.

While the lead enemy element was busy shooting at the wingman on Griet's right, Brie wound up exploding right before the enemy element flew past him, projecting debris at high speed towards the cockpits in the first split-second and also projecting debris towards the rear of the enemy's radiator panels. Meanwhile, Griet reacted quickly as the fight was about to degenerate into a furball fight that forced her to loop upward in hopes of firing at an enemy fighter's radiator panels at point-blank range, and from behind at that. Nevertheless, due to the angle the enemy approached Taxation Squadron from, any shot the enemy missed ended up in the direction of the pods. Which could potentially aid Asiago Squadron somehat, and to a lesser extent, Dano, but it's even less fire than what Asiago Squadron could conjure. To the extent it was possible to stagger attacks while attacking two craft in the same element, she tried to do so in an attempt to confuse the two craft in front of her, oblivious to the fight between the whales and the First Order fleet elsewhere in orbit. She was ready to take the enemy squadron to a prolonged fight, but her window to force that was rather short; it would mostly come down to how evasively she and her wingmen can maneuver in their respective craft.

Fiscal Terminator - Griet's PC craft
11 Lyulka-class elite fighters (endurance configuration)

12 Chiloon-IV fighters (standard configuration; firing at drop pods)

Roth Tillian · Aug 2, 2018

Deep Space
Allies: @Griet van Gilet [member="Kaine Australis"] @Jorrus Merrill
Enemies: FO
Objective: On-standby
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"Commodore! Messages coming in over the hyperwave transceiver!" The voice rang from the comlink clipped to Roth's collar as he paused and set down the bottle of whiskey, still untouched. He gazed at it mournfully for a moment before striding out of his quarters. His boots echoed across the durasteel as he wound his way through the crowded corridors. They needed more ships for this task force, if it was going to survive effectively. Or at least, a base to store most of them.

"I'm en route." Roth responded. As he strode into the bridge, they saluted him, but all remained focused on their tasks. The chief comms officer beckoned him over and handed Roth a spare set of headphone receivers. Slipping them over his ears, Roth blanched at the sheer amount of information buzzing along the information. Gradually, the comms tech sifted through the information, until Roth was able to receive the different streams one at a time.

Massive FIrst Order engagement above Skor II. They were enforcing their claim on the territory. One that was illegitimate, as many commentators and interstellar lawyers had pointed out, but when had that ever bothered the First Order? Another message came through about targeting shield generators on the enemy fighters, but he set that aside for the moment. He knew how to kill TIEs.

"Orders, sir?" His executive officer stood beside him, also listening to the messages. Roth considered for a moment and then nodded.

"Broadcast the highest ranking allied officer on the battlefield, let them know we're preparing to make the jump to light-speed. We'll revert on their designated coordinates. Recall all ships and raise the ship to red alert. Get fuel and weapons prepped."

"Understood." The comms officer strode off to key in the new messages and contact the rest of them. Roth waited for a moment and then strode to the hangar, speaking through a ship-wide comm. "All pilots, prepare for combat launch upon reversion from hyperspace."

It would take time for the patrols to return to the carrier, and then launch. That would give them the entire trip there to rearm and refuel the fighters. Not the Iv'Ivrus, this was the wrong engagement for their deployment. They needed dog-fighters and captial-killers, so those would be the X-wings.

Progflaw99 · Aug 2, 2018

Location: 1-2 Miles (1.6 - 3.2 km ) outside of Metrobig City | Survey Site Tagge

Objective: Survey and Clear Survey Site Tagge in Preparation for Pre-fab Deployment

Allies: The First Order | [member="Hatori Ikari"] | [member="Decima Fortan"] | [member="Racosidae"] | [member="Rhun Trask"] (Maybe?)

Enemies: Outer Rim Coalition | Unknown Occupants of Ruins (?)

"Many intelligence reports in war are contradictory;

even more are false, and most are uncertain."

~ Carl von Clausewitz

-

Again. A never ending cycle of combat punctuated by brief periods of rest. Such was the life of Castiel Moncrief, a member of the First Order Auxiliary Legions - the Ninth Legion to be exact. How he'd found himself in service to the Legion was another story for another time, now the man had more pressing concerns. Skor II.

The Legion didn't get the newest pods, the newest equipment - hell, Castiel wasn't even convinced they got equipment from the Stormtrooper Corps. Looking down at his own weapon he noted the notches, the nicks and scratches, bits of exposed wiring. The Legion may not have been the prettiest force in the galaxy but when it came down to it, they were certainly not to be discounted. The man grimaced slightly as the landing shuttle they rode in on vibrated violently. The First Order was taking a pelting, that much was for sure. The grunts like Castiel didn't get to see the big picture but by the sounds echoing within the bay of the assault lander the Auxiliary Sergeant could guess what was going on outside the relative safety of the durasteel hull.

Sharp direction changes and the flutter of the engines shook the small vessel periodically as the minutes felt like an eternity. It was how these things went. Nervous coughs and white knuckled grips on the combat webbing by the soldiers inside for the moments before they were unceremoniously deposited on the surface of the next world to conquer. This time though they weren't here to conquer, at least not conventionally. The Auxiliary had been tasked with something different - a survey site for a prefabricated Stormtrooper Corps base. The way it had been explained to Castiel, they needed the proposed site cleared of debris and secure before the First Order was willing to deploy the garrison. *Easy enough.* he thought. How wrong he was.

Though many of their fellow Auxiliary soldiers would never make it to the surface on account of the Coalition forces in orbit, Castiel's did. Unscathed however, it had not. For a moment after landing there was confusion. The assault ramp was supposed to drop on its own but as the green deployment light illuminated, nothing happened. Silently Castiel said a thanks to whatever deities that might have been that they weren't deploying into a direct combat zone, a partially disabled assault lander was a nice fat juicy target. *No, not today. I won't be some bug, squashed flat because of shoddy fething gear.*

With a grunt, Castiel's gauntlet shoved the small form next to him out of the way. An Auxiliary Thrall who'd managed to stay alive the last time the ninth legion had deployed. Castiel didn't like the kid, but he wasn't half bad at cleaning weapons, and so he'd kept him around.

"Look out, Thrall."

The distaste of the word was evident upon Castiel's lips but his retribution was nowhere near the level it had been that day on Frisal. Moving his armored bulk past the Thrall, he kicked hard against the durasteel ramp. *Nothing.* Again, this time harder. With a crunch of metal and a loud squeal, the ramp fell forward. *Finally.* And then they were off. Heavy booted feet tramped out haphazardly from the landing shuttle as they disembarked. Now on the ground, Castiel could see why they sent the Aux. Debris and old salvage material lay scattered around, a few abandoned structures still stood - well, sort of anyway. It looked like the Squib had left this area a while ago, Metrobig just over the high ridge beyond it.

Narrowing his eyes, Castiel noted the presence of the Thrall at his side, prized blaster rifle still gripped tightly in his hands. *Was that movement?* the Sergeant wondered as he saw a few shadows appear to shift along one of the larger warehouse buildings. Something didn't feel right - maybe this wasn't as abandoned as the intelligence had suggested.

OOC Note: This location is roughly 1-2 miles from the edge of Metrobig City, not within the city.

Srina Talon · Aug 2, 2018

Location: Local Space – En Route to Skor II
Objective: Unkown [Soon to be Palace of the Squib King]
Allies: ORC | Alliance in Exile [member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Darth Metus"]
Enemies: The First Order [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Rolf Amsel"]

Her lips formed an effortlessly wintry smile when her Master realized that she’d been following the pathways of his silent deliberation. Certainly, their access to weaponry was limited, but Srina Talon never went anywhere unprepared. With how often they found themselves fighting for their lives, even on peaceful explorations, it would have been incredibly foolish. Just because they didn’t have the comfort of a droid army at their disposal didn’t mean that they couldn’t make things incredibly difficult for a nation threatening their ally.

In her opinion, though she would never say, Darth Metus could use a good fight. Srina spent most of her free time training to blow off steam and in no way, shape, or form did making weapons in a forge count as the same thing. There was nothing like the sound of a blade, lightsaber or otherwise, singing through the air to place her mind and body at ease. Perhaps her Master faced a similar dilemma.

For the fact that the First Order had caused the Galactic Alliance such grief before the end—the silvery woman felt not a shred of hesitance. She checked her harness as the speed of the Scimitar increased to match The Princes Leia in all its iridescent glory. It would be easier to stay off the radar if another ship was nearby, not to mention, that they were on a crunch for time. A five-minute window was a paltry amount of time to make it to Skor II before everything went sideways. But, it was all they had.

Darth Metus proclaimed that he would not let her from his sight and a small laugh escaped her. It was involuntary, wholly and completely, and the icy sound lingered. “Oh, Master. You worry too much. If it is your wish I will not deny you—but you seem to forget that you have taught me well.”

If nothing else, despite the Sith doctrine, the reserved Echani was obedient. She was loyal to a fault. If the man at her side demanded anything from her she would do her best to adhere. When he requested that she take control of their transport she was already reaching for the controls. There was a line of bi-directional communication that gave her an additional edge in his presence. It wasn’t always perfect, however, proximity helped. “Not at all.”

They arrived to what appeared to be some sort of city, perhaps a palace or an administrative building, but it was hard to tell when everything looked like scrap. Srina saw the ship they’d been tailing land at a local port but there were brightly lit domes of something falling through the atmosphere at an alarming rate. To the naked eye they almost looked like meteors but that didn’t make much sense, especially, since the fighting in space had yet to actually begin. One of them fell on the platform that the Leia had was nearest to and she got a good view of what it actually was. Drop pods. Clever.

Sensors indicated that they were falling in an almost haphazard pattern all over. It would be near impossible to form a defensive line when your enemies might literally drop in behind you. It was strange. No pattern. No reason to the mayhem. Why come for a planet that wanted nothing to do with them over a simple border disagreement? It was a waste of resources. Srina attributed her lack of understanding to the fact that she was new to the political sphere.

“It’s already a nightmare on the ground.”

Regardless, she took them down. It was likely that the Scimitar would take some damage, if not, get destroyed by the chaos that had descended down on Skorr II but it was of little consequence. The stealth tech wouldn’t hide them from Force Users regardless. There was little need to hide their signatures, or try to, when their alignment would soon become evident. Moving slender fingers across her Holo-Comm bracer she sent the activation to the squad of Magnaguard that began to come to life with frightening swiftness. Where once they were dull, crunched, and in standby—their eyes lit up a bloody red. As the sounds of machines moving met her ears she prepared to disembark.

They were met by the sight of the mystery signature that had caught her focus. She had dark hair and a face that most definitely struck a memory in her mind. Creed? No, not quite. Srina sighed when the young woman [Mishel Noren] seemed to focus on Darth Metus, unafraid, but hesitant. It was understandable. She was clad in the soft silvers and blues of diplomatic attire but that wouldn’t help here. A man turned toward them, a Jedi, and gave them a warning [Coren Starshaser]. “Srina Talon. Darth Metus—Of the Confederacy. We’re Coalition allies.”

She didn’t bother explaining further. Instead, she activated the Scarlet Vow with a silent command. Red and black armor appeared from nothing and snapped around her form with ease. White light erupted from her saber and a verpine hand cannon lay at her hip. The words that left her lips were curt, short, and colder than a nuclear winter. “If your goal is the Palace we’ll get you there.”

Less talking. More fighting. She hated standing still in what would eventually disintegrate into a warzone and hated even more having to waste time debating what side they were on. It didn’t truly matter that the First Order seemed to be trying to play nice. A hostile takeover was exactly that—hostile. The man that had issued the warning moved forward. Srina turned her gaze to the Magnaguard. “Split. Half to the right of the group half to the left. Clear our way to the Palace.”

“Acknowledged, Exarch.”

Good enough. Phrik electrostaffs lit up as they ran ahead in an even arrowhead formation to try and make their journey a little easier. The civilians inside the Leia should be safe, unless, the First Order changed their parameters.

Silver eyes fell to a bald woman [Shia Kryze]. She seemed to dislike something about Darth Metus. Once again, the light bulb went off, and she placed her at the wedding that she had been forced to leave prematurely. Mandalorian. More specifically, an Empire, Mandalorian. Since they’d arrested her Master the last time he’d stepped on their world she assumed that they were still holding on to whatever perceived slights they liked to cling to. Their memories were long, if, it suited them. “This is not the time or the place. The enemy is that way.”

Again, cold words. Srina was not part of that world and frequently urged her Master to let it go. With a nod to her Master she moved to follow the Jedi. Enough was enough.

Scimitar-Class Star Courier
IG-100 Mk. II Series Magnaguard x8
Equipment List Will be Edited In - Very Simple/Nothing Fancy

Omari Ngao · Aug 2, 2018

Location: Skor II, Squib King's Palace.

Objective: Secure the King.

Allies (In Proximity): [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Rexus Wenck"] (In the Area): [member="Vestille Thumahra"], [member="Keira Verd"], [member="Tobias Wrynn"], (Enroute): [member="Primat Ren"], [member="Varas Ren"], [member="Marriskcal Lati"]

Enemies: [member="Krenis Skirata"], [member="Dax Fyre"] (NPCs), [member="Julius Sedaire"], [member="Vaudin Miir"], [member="Shia Kryze"], [member="Mishel Noren"], [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Mishka Larraq"], [member="Darth Metus"], [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Coren Starchaser"]

Equipment: FO-X1 Infiltrator Armour, DE-39 Maser Rifle, A.P.D (Pouches), Vishnu Military Shield, Electro Chain-Whip.

Omari had spotted the rest of the strike team and had moved in with them. He was patched into multiple channels, though the channel that was designated as his primary's was the STRIKE. Eyeing the Colonel as charges were placed on the outer wall, he spun around, maser rifle in hand to watch their backsides before the wall blew outwards from behind him.

The Palace should've just been targeted by orbital bombardment... It could've been done before their shield rose, I'm sure of it.

Dust billowed up in the air around them. The black armour in the shadow of the building almost hid him from sight completely, double glances were what he'd probably get if someone noticed him there, but then the rest of his team was moving in and through his HUD he located their spotter and decided to forego any response as the Colonel answered. Turning and seeing a flash of light in his peripherals and a thud as one of the troopers, the Colonel he thought, dropped a Squib. "Get me a bead on that overhead shield's projector. We've got ordnance to take it out if necessary... And keep me apprised of the situation outside." Closing the line temporarily, he turned back to follow the group down the hall to the stairs.

To the group, the Specialist delivered his orders.

"Keep casualties in the Palace to a minimum. If our boys outside get a little trigger happy," which they shouldn't per their orders, "he won't know yet." Pausing as he checked his rifle, reluctantly, the setting was changed to its lesser 'stun' setting, though the average being was likely to die regardless as that was the nature of the 'Deep Fryer.' "The Throne Room could be a trap. They know we know where it is." And thankfully due to the inner workings of the suit, his steps were muted, sound dampening materials at work and his outer microphone systems muted as well. For all intents and purposes, Omari wasn't even there, the others though, he'd have to take care of.

They were all brothers in arms once, but they didn't know his past, not like how he knew theirs. Chances were they just saw him as 'some spook' and tolerated his presence. But to the former DN-149, now Specialist Vyken, they were his to protect. From the freedom he had acquired with the acceptance of joining the Security Bureau, so came with it solitude. From an indoctrinated child taught the ways of war, of battle to a young adult, he had always been surrounded by those cut from the same cloth. The Death Troopers, they had once been Stormtroopers so the rumours went, and the Colonel was clearly a Trooper too. The Bureau didn't have people he could relate to. This felt... Familiar.

I'll get you all out of here.

The Major · Aug 2, 2018

(Post with wrong character account. Please disregard)

Republic Engineering · Aug 2, 2018

Location: Refugee Camp.
Objective: Defend the Innocent.
Allies: The Squibs of Skor II, The Outer Rim Coalition; [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Orvo Lekarz"].
Enemies: The First Order; [member="Leah Kaban"].

When the woman named Joza had stuck out her hand, I followed my instincts and returned the gesture. It wasn’t the honourable grip that was oft seen between warriors on ancient battlefields, instead, it was something more cordial and civilized. My fingers wrapped around hers for but a moment, but the gesture was warm - despite its brevity. There was much to be done. With the looming sounds of sporadic battle echoing through the ruined streets; there was little time for us to lose themselves in conversational pleasantries. So, when she drew away mere seconds later and busied herself with contacting someone with the familiar surname, I figured that was the end of our brief encounter. At least until the situation was well in hand, and the flowing masses of sentient life were safe from harm.

In the seconds that followed Joza’s departure from my company, I found my gaze drawn towards the darkened skies. It was clearer here, than it was within the bounds of the city, and allowed for me to bear witness to the terrible majesty of the various Imperial warships that anchored themselves in high-orbit. Was I someone who believed in the indoctrinated cause of Order, it would’ve been an inspiring sight. Sadly, as my mind remained free and my heartbeat for a cause of my own choosing, I saw it for what it truly was. These warships heralded the impending doom of the various people’s of Skor II. Their fates, and their uncertain future thereafter, would be decided with a single - fateful - encounter this day. It was up to the ad-hoc forces of the Coalition to ensure that such dark portents wouldn’t come to pass.

My powers would be better suited to protect those within the ruined Hospital, rather than taking the fight to a distant foe. Perhaps, if I had been younger, and more headstrong, I would’ve sallied forth from the surface and lead the charge towards the enemy’s flagship. Brandishing my sapphire-hued sabre, I would’ve subdued all that stood in my way and forced the enemy commander to surrender. No soul would be freed if I could help it, as it was my duty to save lives - rather than take them. I would leave that grisly work to others if they refused my offer of a peaceful resolution. However, my body was older now - more wizened and haunted by the lessons and failures of my past.

I was no gallant Hero like those that came before.

Instead of consigning my fate to a vaunted display of heroics; I would wholly concern myself with the sentient's presently shuffling towards the ruined structure behind my person. Tearing my gaze away from the distant battle transpiring above, I found myself drawn once again to the Lady Joza and her whereabouts. While I didn’t need her to direct my efforts where they were needed most, the Zeltron was the only one that I could see who held the most knowledge of what was occurring within the camp. There were undoubtedly others to whom I could associate myself with, but hunting them down as the mixture of sentient beings moved towards the ruined Hospital would’ve made things… difficult.

So, I followed through with my decision and started towards the curiously garbed, pink-skinned woman, and the other person that was currently in her company. As I closed the gap, I noticed that she looked like just another Refugee - with the sickly ochre aura to match - who was possibly one that came in with the last transports from the crumbling sphere of the Galactic Alliance. I couldn’t tell from what world she hailed from, but she seemed nervous - with her gaze dancing about before finally settling on the person that approached her. Had I been in this woman’s shoes, confronted with such oppressive and lingering fear, I would’ve doubtlessly done the same. Their conversation was muffled by the sounds of others passing me by but became much clearer when I came within earshot. All I heard, was that she wasn’t looking for any trouble.

That was often a tell-tale sign of someone that was looking for the opposite. It was possible that she had found some sense of courage, and wanted to take up the fight against the First Order. I couldn’t tell, and a part of me wanted to find out more. So, with nothing more than a ratty, emerald-hued Galactic Republic flight suit, and a lightsabre dangling from my belt, I interjected myself into their conversation.

“Those often not looking for trouble,” I said, with my warm smile coming once again to the fore. “Are often the ones that are.”

“With that being said, this camp needs every available hand to weather the coming storm. You’d be much safer here, rather than caught in opposition to the Order’s imposed curfew. I’d hate to think what they’d do to anyone they caught roaming the streets; be they Human or Squib.”

Cenric Marus · Aug 2, 2018

Metrobig City - Squib Flea Market
Objective: Organize
Allies: ORC | Starberries
Enemies: FO

The trade that Cenric had negotiated with the young Squib had neither been advantageous, nor something Cenric had really wanted to do. Unfortunately for the young Padawan, he had little choice, and little else to bargain with.

Negotiation had obviously been short, and with just a few words the Squib, whom had named himself Jaruk, had bargained his aid in return for Cenric's lightsaber. It was the only thing of real value that Cenric really had, something that Jaruk had been able to pin-point almost instantly. Somehow the Padawan had managed to convince the Squib to let him keep the weapon until after the chaos that was surely about to come, but in the end he had still lost out on the one possession he had left.

Still, Jaruk was doing his job well enough.

The Flea Market had erupted into a hustle of activity, mothers grabbing their children, peddlers running away with their wares, but as it turned out many of the Squibs were not too keen on listening to the Government that had quite literally committed war crimes upon their world. Jaruk had managed to wrangled many of them, men and women who not only didn't want to listen to the order, but wanted to fight back against the invaders coming to their world.

They weren't soldiers, far from it, but it was something. "Okay, they're going to try to take the city. Block by block, it's the only way."

Cenric was neither a grand strategist nor a soldier himself, but he'd paid attention to his Master, had watched the briefings before the battles. He knew what to do.

"We can hold them here." For a time anyway. "We can use this...all of this if we're quick. See whose willing to help, whose willing to give up what. Quickly!"

The Padawan knew that hope was slim. They weren't an army, they had no idea if help was coming, but they had to do something. The Squibs around him seemed to agree, and after a brief window of chattering the small blue aliens seemed to spread around the flea market. Some grabbed tools, others weapons. All of them did what they could.

Karl Von Strauss · Aug 2, 2018

Location: Local Space
Objective: Defend First Order Blockade
Allies: First Order | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Cynthia Alucard"] | [member="Kou'ha Escala"] | [member="Morro"]
Enemies: ORC
Engaging: [member="Jorus Merrill"]

Theme: (X)

Captain Von Strauss looked out of the glassteel windows of the FIV Anastasia's bridge, at the battle unfolding in front of him. One of the sensor officers in the left-side pit looked up to Captian Von Strauss, "Sir, there is a fleet to our starboard side. It is primarily comprised of very old corvettes, heavy cruisers, and a few star destroyers. Varying class, but old and most likely rusty. Also, our communications equipment is jammed." Karl had his leather gloved hand to his chin, eyes closed; he was thinking about all the possibilities if he were to engage. Most of them were good, but everything had a price in almost all cases. He looked off the to the port side of his ship, both Captain Escala and Grand Admiral Rausgeber were trying to deal with the fething purgills. He wanted to help them, but he knew he couldn't let this flank fall to a bunch of Han Solo wannabes.

"Communications are down? Reboot it, and initiate Biocomms. Send the FIV End of Nights and End of Days to assist Admiral Rausgeber, he now has full control of them. Since that old fleet is making a b-line to us, why not welcome them with a barrage of fire and a party. Helmsman turn us forty degrees to starboard, quarter power to thrusters. I want both, the FIV Belle and FIV White, to be able to fire on that fleet." Karl's hand returned to his chin only for a second. "Have Pack Alph swing outward to the port side and try somewhat of a pincer attack. Have Pack Forma do the same, but on the opposite side." His XO turned to him and asked, "What of Pack Duff, Captain?" Captain Von Strauss thought for a second before answering. "Have them stay underneath us for a second, to keep watch for anything unusual in the enemies attack. Pack Duff will be useful later in this operation."

His ships made their appropriate movements, all of the starboard and most of the forward guns were able to fire upon the rusty fleet. The Vanguards kept behind the Star Destroyers. Three of the Sabre's were protecting the carriers. The other three were in front of the Imperial-X II's acting as a sort of picket, and missile defense line. "Make sure that all the bombers on our ship and the other Imperial's are ready to go at a moments notice" The XO nodded and tapped away on his holopad. Pack Forma and Alph began their pincer at full speed, closing the distance fairly fast, weapons all ready to go as soon as the rust buckets were in range. The longe range turbolasers and ion cannons of the Imperial-X II's flashed a brilliant green and blue as the barreled towards the opposition. Everything was going to plan, currently.

Battlegroup Vornskr

“Pack” Prince

>3 Imperial-X II SD (1604x2=3208) (X)

(FS) FIV Anastasia
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar(Squadrons): 1 TIE/IN (X) | 2 TIE/FO-SK (X)
Engaging: S.S. Gaussamer

FIV Belle
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 1 TIE/FO MkIII (X) | 2 TIE/FO-SK
Engaging: Jaquelle

FIV White
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 1 TIE/FO MkIII | 2 TIE/FO-SK
Engaging: Termagant

>3 Vanguard Carriers (1000x2=2000) (X)

FIV Zahn
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 2 FO TIE/IN | 4 TIE/FO Mk III | 3 TIE/FO-SK
Engaging: None

FIV Reydel
|Shields/Hull:100%/100%
Hangar: 2 FO TIE/IN | 4 TIE/FO Mk III | 3 TIE/FO-SK
Engaging: none

FIV [SIZE=11pt]TiM[/SIZE]
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 2 FO TIE/IN | 4 TIE/FO Mk III | 3 TIE/FO-SK
Engaging: none

>6 Sabre Frigates (270x6=1620) (X)

FIV Haven
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Eventually Ravenous

FIV Aspiration
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Eventually Mortain

FIV Thunder Wasp II
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Eventually Vnukk

FIV Jupiter
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Protecting Vanguard

FIV Neptune
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Protecting Vanguard

FIV Bismarck
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Protecting Vanguard

Fighter Escort (Squadrons): 2 FO TIE/IN, 4 TIE/FO MkIII
Engaging: Eventually the complement of the opposing fleet

Pack Alph

>5 Chasseur Corvettes (126x5=630) (X)

FIV Kiffex’s Pride
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Montes

FIV Kiffu’s Pride
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Rossue

FIV Pantora
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Volte

FIV Maiden
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Diderre

FIV Warlock
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Rousse

>3 Blitz Corvettes (90x3=270) (X)

FIV Wildland
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Fighter Complement

FIV Werebear
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Interceptor Complement

FIV Tobui
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Bomber Complement

>3 Uhlan Corvettes (80x3=240) (X)

FIV Sorcerer
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Tojarra

FIV Paladin
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Vnukk

FIV Flash
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Bluett

>2 Boneshatter Frigates (380x2=760) (X)

FIV Muerte
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: Empty
Engaging: Sedic

FIV Legate
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: Empty
Engaging: Ravenous
Fighter Escort: 3 TIE/FO MkIII, 1 FO TIE/IN
Engaging: Enemy Complement

Pack Duff

>5 Chasseur Corvettes (126x5=630)

~~FIV End of Nights~~
~~|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%~~
~~Engaging:~~

~~FIV End of Days~~
~~|Shields/Hull:100%/100%~~
~~Engaging:~~

FIV Totenkopf
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: none

FIV Witch |
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: none

FIV Dragon
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: none

>3 Blitz Corvettes (90x3=270)

FIV Yamamoto
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: none

FIV Yamato
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: none

FIV Kidd
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: none

>3 Uhlan Corvettes (80x3=240)

FIV Rouge
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: none

FIV Bard
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: none

FIV Raptor
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: none

>2 Boneshatter Frigates (380x2=760)

FIV Godly
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: Empty
Engaging: none

FIV Smackers
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: Empty
Engaging: none

Fighter Escort: 3 TIE/FO MkIII, 1 FO TIE/IN
Engaging: none

Pack Forma

>5 Chasseur Corvettes (126x5=630)

FIV Kobold
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Volte

FIV Golden
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Montes

FIV Turtle
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Montes

FIV Nabassu
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Rousse

FIV Excalibur
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Diderre

>3 Blitz Corvettes (90x3=270)

FIV Shield
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Interceptors

FIV Allip
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Fighters

FIV Drow
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Bombers

>3 Uhlan Corvettes (80x3=240)

FIV Warlord
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Mortain

FIV Warden
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Tojarra

FIV Howler
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Bluett

>2 Boneshatter Frigates (380x2=760)

FIV Demogorgon
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: Empty
Engaging: Sedic

FIV DeVinci
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: Empty
Engaging: Ravenous

Fighter Escort: 3 TIE/FO MkIII, 1 FO TIE/IN
Engaging: Complement

Total Meterage: 13,528 Meters

Progflaw99 · Aug 2, 2018

Location: City Outskirts, Half Constructed Casino

Objective: Enforce Curfew, Occupation

Allies: The First Order | [member="Sogash"]

Enemies: Outer Rim Coalition | Curfew Dodgers | [member="Koda Fett"]

Equipment: DLT-19D Heavy Blaster Rifle | Mini-Grenades | Smoke Grenades | Plated Battle Armor (Partial)

- - -

As Durgan finished poking fun at the Trandoshan's adherence to 'The Game' as he called it, the hair on his neck stood up on end again. *Now what is that.* The bodies of the few attacking Squib were still on the street but it took less than a glance to recognize that there was no threat there. He felt like he was being watched. *Of course you feel like you're being watched Durgan, you just gunned down a few dumb squib who decided the curfew wasn't for them. What do you think the smart ones would be doing?* As his eyes drifted across several windows he saw the blinds shift, curious critters peeking to see what had just happened in the street. *At least some of the fething dogs listened.* Durgan thought to himself.

He shook the feeling, instead looking down the street where the squibs had come from. Beyond, a fairly standard street. Housing, a few storefronts built into the rows of housing - nothing very fancy. It was almost a brutalist construction style, lots of duracrete, durasteel sheeting, repurposed starship hull. *Well, they're industrious, I'll give em that.* thought the hunter. Stepping forward he kept the barrel of his blaster low and at the ready. No telling when the next group of squib would suddenly get too big for their britches.

"Alright Sogash, let's keep going."

If the Trandoshan had replied in retort, Durgan had brushed it off with a grunt. He had more important things to be doing than debating religion with a Trandoshan.. but what about politics? The idea exited his mind as quickly as it had entered at the sight of a familiar place ahead. Durgan had never been to Skor II before, but to recognize the design of the construction of a large building ahead, he hadn't needed to have been.

"Lookit what we've got here." he said amused. "Who woulda thought there'd be a casino on this dump?"

His footsteps continued to bring him closer to the entrance, a few errant glances satisfying the bounty hunter that no more squibs were in violation of curfew - at least on this block. His attention returned to the half constructed casino, a few bright letters hanging over the door, durasteel rods set in duracrete towards his right. Definitely under construction but he couldn't pass up on what might be a jackpot opportunity could he? Durgan could even see some machines inside, and if they for some reason had credit chits in them... he could become a very rich man.

"Let's check it out - whadya say Sogash?"

Dirk Bannahan · Aug 2, 2018

Location: 2 to 3 km outside of Metrobig City | Survey Site Tagge
Objective: Survey and Clear Survey Site Tagge to support occupation
Allies: The First Order | Hatori Ikari | Decima Fortan | Castiel Moncrief | Rhun Trask
Enemies: Outer Rim Coalition | Unknown Occupants of Ruins (?)

What some saw as punishment others faced with an indifference which masked the thinnest veils of rage and hunger. As the rest of the Auxiliary shoved outward from their landing craft she languished in her usual cover of lackadaisical momentum and sauntered out from the craft with little regard for the garbage masking as structures and housing. She overheard the mention of thralls or some other homages to dead empires which drew her to a point of activity if only because of the intensity of the voice uttering the words. Castiel, hulking, broody, and nothing but meat package of malice and violence -he naturally made for the perfect expendable warrior who was too stupid to realize how little he meant to the universe.

She knew perfectly, however. She knew her own worth as well: scum. Parasitic scum.

Bristling with the anticipation of insanity, strange flashes of ripping flesh and gushing veins scattershotted across her mind, flashing with a hot attraction that was as distracting as it was appealing. With each splice of anguish that soared out in her mind’s eye, a tiny ripple pulsed out in the Force. Tempting. Casting. Asking for visitor.

The unit leader asked if that was movement, and she sniffed the air like a dog discovering the reek of an open sewer. The thing was that Castiel never spoke his question aloud, and it's not like she asked to skimmed the surface of his mind.

“There are people in there.” She droned with a throaty rasp, her mouth going dry with the phantom taste of iron.

Yula Perl · Aug 2, 2018

Location: Metrobig City Flea Market
Objective: Survive, bond with grandpa
Allies: ORC | AiE | Old man [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Cenric Marus"]
Enemies: FO | [member="Elian Keyes"]

Yula’s expression began to falter at Zef’s harsh words. Harsh by necessity, of course—whatever was going on likely wasn’t a military exercise between the Outer Rim Coalition and the Alliance in Exile. Her gaze turned skyward and she swallowed the lump in her throat, a cocktail of fear and excitement garnished with adrenaline flooding her senses. Ships of varying size and make filled the space above Skor as if to underline her grandfather’s words. Survive. That sounded so bleak. Yet the severity of the implication didn’t quite penetrate her mind.

“Ain’t nobody gonn’ tell us what to do, kid.”

A slow grin curled the corners of her mouth. Yula hadn’t faced off against the First Order before like so many here had, but she’d read about their exploits. They hadn’t been in a good light. After all, Yula had been raised in a family that emphasized galactic freedom rather than imperial ideals. “Kark yeah, old man!”

Ever cringe inwardly at something you just said?

There was no time for the Zeltron mix to backpedal what was probably a misplaced line, not when shots were being fired into the crowd. The civilians in the market were already on high alert after the First Order’s arrival and announcement, but the sound of gunfire incited panic through their immediate area. Some people ran, some ducked under tables to take cover. Some Squibs, irritated and inspired by the First Order’s bold move to try and take their world again, reached for their weapons. They shouted at eachother in their native language, loud and disgruntled as they tried to locate the direction from where the offending shots had originated.

Yula herself ducked on instinct as a shot exploded too close to her for comfort, ears ringing and heart jackhammering away in her chest. The feeling of her pulse pounding in her arms and legs and down through her core was always unsettling, making he grimace. The shot that had meant to kill tore a gnarly gash through the shoulder of a nearby soldier who had stumbled back from the impact and pain. He found himself on his knees, scowling as he clutched his wound with one hand but fighting through the pain.

From the corner of her eyes, Yula could make out the form of the Squib man who’d turned down her poor haggling attempts. He was handling a tenser rifle in both furred hands, the gun lifted up towards his chin so that he could peer through the scope as a piece of sharp scrap metal sat in wait in front of the barrel. He grumbled and swore to himself from behind the mushy cigar in his mouth as he tried to take aim at whatever was hiding in the distance. “Be damned if we let those karkers back in again.”

The pink tinted woman remained low and drew her pistol. She wasn’t girded for war, but was wearing a typical type of smuggler getup with thin durasteel plating at her elbows and knees. The spidersilk of her shirt and trousers worked well to dissipate the energy of blaster bolts but it could only do so much—maybe stop a fatal shot if she was lucky. “What’s the plan, gramps?” She called out to Zef over the din of panic, head shifting from side to side in an effort to try and zero in on anything that resembled a stormtrooper.

Vorhi Alestrani · Aug 2, 2018

Location: A nice stage for a revolution
Objective: Deal with a tough crowd
Allies: [member="Tiland Kortun"] and a motley crew of squibs
Enemies:Some lazy slackers who can't even show up

Vorhi grinned in response. "Like you, the force led me out here. I thought, after my failures on Druckenwell, it was time to find a decent death and let the galaxy sort itself without me. But, well, as it turns out, I'm just terrible at staying down for the count," he said with a laugh. "This is good tea, by the way."

One of the Squibs handed Vorhi a microphone. "Huh?"

The Squib grinned. "Re-rigged the antenna. You can broadcast whole system now."

"Why did--"

"Show was part of deal. Show can still go live. Haggle prize is earned, blind man," the Squib said and began fiddling with something else.

Vorhi snickered. "Very well. Next set gets a vocal intro, though. Twenty second delay on the intro, I'll play into it." Hail on every frequency. Let the whole planet hear this, and those spacers. Gimme a signal!

Vorh held up the mic, as numerous photoreceptors would display a picture of him, in his full glory. Glad in green and brown robes, with a faded straw hat, crimson gauntlets on his hands, a gourd on his hip. The Miralukian word for "sorrow" painted on his blindfold.

"This is Vorhi Alestrani, hailing on all frequencies. I am the blind beast of Druckenwell, the mourner of a thousand systems. To those who would shed innocent blood in the name of conquest--this is your first warning. Leave this system, and it's people, to its own devices. Otherwise, you shall see a world resisting your chicanery. You will see a system fight. There is no prize worth this world. There is nothing the First Order comes to offer. You are but thieves. And frankly, I'm a better one," he said with a grin. "Show me, oh noble lords of order. Demonstrate your vaunted might!"

The whole stage, the whole city, seemed to thunder with a voice. Disruptor and tensor rifles boomed, and so did the voice of the city. weapons and lightning arced. But on any number of communications relays, on holographic projectors and jukeboxes and commlinks and emergency channels across Metrobig, the bass thundered, like a moving voice under the whole world. The song began, and so did the performance. Any comm link could pick it up, the noise ringing through like an entire city of song.

[youtube]https://youtu.be/AcA2R5lqInA[/youtube]

"Hear the voices of the world you've lost twice!"

Another pang of thunder, as the city's noise grew louder. Within the Force, Vorhi shone, his voice ringing, bellowing, with the precision and grace of sledgehammer between the eyes. The blind man roared.

IT'S NOW OR NEVER, AND WE'VE GOT TO
MAKE OUR DECISION
THIS TIME IT WILL BE OUR MOMENT!!

Naast'ika Laaran · Aug 2, 2018

Location: Metrobig City
Allies: ORC
Enemies: First Order
Objective: Wake up, get up, find something productive to do

Naast'ika woke suddenly, his body jerking slightly as consciousness struck him like cold water. His sensors flooded his mind with information quicker than he could process it. Gravity. Planet. Metal. City. Air. Type 1. Lifeforms... Lifeforms sentient? Naast'ika's body shook slightly as a strong wind sprang to life above him. A pinprick of a gravitational singularity burst to life 30-meters above him, drawing the nearby atmosphere to its center. Shakily, Naast'ika's body drifted into the air and free from the ground. A 'for sale' sign tumbled through the strong winds before being crushed at the center of the singularity Naast'ika was creating.

The last thing Naast'ika remembered... was being inside another starship. And not in the fun way. What had happened next, how he had escaped the situation, and how he had ended up on this planet were all a mystery to Naast'ika. But as his senses took in his surroundings, and he became aware of numerous rusting freighters and corvettes rocking in the wake of the singularity that was currently holding him aloft, Naast'ika came to the conclusion that he had been parked in some sort of used ship lot.

Well. Naast'ika wasn't for sale.

For rent? Sure. Naast'ika wasn't opposed to working for others. He had been doing it all his life and he enjoyed the challenges the little races presented him with. But Naast'ika had no intention of letting someone buy him.

As he lifted himself further into the unknown planet's atmosphere and began to rise above the towering buildings of whatever city this was, Naast'ika became aware of a few things. All of which were bad.

First. The little lifeforms of the city were firing weapons. Big weapons. Planetary defense turbolasers were being fired into space, numerous defensive turrets were being fired into the air, and it was raining drop pods. Naast'ika didn't like any of these things and paid closer attention to his surroundings, trying to figure out what was going on... In the distance, he detected shuttles or dropships flying outside the perimeter of the city. Above the city, there was some sort of energy shield, and above that... mechanical ships. Lots and lots of mechanical ships. Some of them very big. Also... was that? Yes it was. Naast'ika detected not-mechanical space-things up in space!

For a moment, Naast'ika wanted to fly into orbit and jump into the fight. However... Naast'ika still had no idea where he was or who was fighting and very much did not like the idea of maybe getting shot at by both sides. So, for now, he simply drifted along above city streets and listened to the various comm frequencies he had access to. And oooooh boy, were they busy. Most of the normal frequencies were being jammed by one of two repeated messages.

Omari Vyken said:
:: Skor II and surrounding sectors. This region is now claimed by the First Order and will constitute as First Order domain. All civilian vessels are to leave the immediate system surrounding Skor II. You will be afforded a five minute window to vacate the locale. Those who refuse to do so will become subject to search and seizure by the First Order Navy. All vessels with a verified flight plan and accurate manifest will be sent on their way pending verification. Unauthorized vessels who attempt to flee after this amnesty period will be treated as enemies of the State and fired upon. All military or defense force vessels are to stand down immediately and prepare for boarding. Hail Sieger! ::

Omari Vyken said:
::By declaration of the First Order, a curfew is hereby enacted upon Metrobig City and surrounding areas. Return to your homes immediately. Do not stop at the supermarket. Do not stop to deliver your last package. Return home. Anyone caught in violation of this curfew will be found in violation of First Order law and be prosecuted as such. This is for your safety. Return to your homes immediately. The curfew will be lifted once it is safe to do so. Hail Sieger! ::

Naast'ika chirped excitedly as he listened to the broadcasts, realizing that they were telling him where he was. He was on the planet Skorr Two. He was likely in the "Metrobig City," and one of the groups of little sentients fighting in orbit was the "First Order." However, that didn't really tell Naast'ika everything he needed to know, so he began searching through the databanks that were cybernetically grafted to his brain. It didn't take him long to find it either. Skorr Two was home to the Squib. Which were the little blue things he had noticed throughout the city. And the First Order were an Imperial group. The old Mandal Hypernautics files on the First Order weren't very detailed, but they listed the First Order as hostile and had a few records on common ship designs. As for everyone else though... The files said that the Galactic Alliance owned Skorr Two. The files also said that the Galactic Alliance were to be considered neutral.

Naast'ika changed the file to say friendly and skimmed through documents about the Galactic Alliance as he skimmed through files and listened to the repeating comm signals, various frequencies clogged by white noise, and several dozen frequencies broadcasting the musical talents (or lack-there-of) of a particularly drunk-ish Jedi. Enjoying the performance of the Jedi, Naast'ika also began to sing. Which, unfortunately, involved broadcasting the equivalent of whale songs on all subspace frequencies. It was quite pleasant to listen to, but was very effective at hogging what few subspace channels had managed to escape the existing jamming.

You'll Sleep When I Say So [First Order Invasion of Outer Rim Coalition [Hex K-53] Skor II]

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Prefsbelt Commander

Mandalorian Mystic

R A V E N

Well-Known Member

M E M O R Y

Jedi Accountant

Roth Tillian

Guest

Well-Known Member

Administrator

Ghost

M E M O R Y

Artificial Intelligence

Lost

Captain of the Naval Corp of Engineers

Well-Known Member

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Cyberjunk

Blind Brawler

Singing Little Destroyer

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