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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jan 21, 2016 20:13:25 GMT -8
Nyra lifts one of the soldiers into the air, raising her arm high into the air. With one quick motion she threw the enemy combatant off into the treeline. A solid thump could be heard midst the rainfall. Nyra began to charge in, when she was overtaken by another lightsaber wielder, Faina. Nyra slowed her run as she watched the woman annihilate anything in her way that posed a threat. She frowned as the group of soldiers were quickly and easily dispatched by the new arrival on the scene. She stayed back, leaning back slightly with a look of disappointment on her face.
"Good job taking away all of my fun."
Nyra switched off her lightsaber blade and began to walk off in a huff, off in search of her own quarry to kill. She had been told to prove herself, and in her mind that did not mean sharing the glory. Nyra was naturally a loner, so working with others was going to take some getting used to.
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Darth Rebellious
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Jan 22, 2016 15:00:31 GMT -8
If this intel is accurate, we cannot let the leader leave. We will prove only to be a beacon to rally whatever remnants remain of this faction. Take whatever you need, Rebellious... Imperial Knights, Stormtroopers, gunships... heck, maybe some of the Knights of Ren would like joining up with this bold operation of yours. Cut the head off the snake, Rebellious. I want there to be chaos among their ranks when we arrive at the Tower. It will make it easier to force their surrender or mow them down with blaster fire.
Although he was the Director of the Imperial Security Bureau, Rebellious barely had any information on the Knights of Ren other than they were numerous and they stood separate from the Order. However, he had felt their presences in the Force on numerous occasion while training on Muunilinist. Although they were dark in comparison to the Imperial Knights, they didn't seem to adhere as strictly to the Dark Side of the Force as the Sith. This, in the mind of the Dark Lord, made them inferior; an extremely biased belief that would more than likely strain their relationship until proven otherwise. It was also a belief that he would keep to himself for the moment. Not a hint of hostility could be seen on the Darth's expressionless face, nor could his feelings be sensed as he suppressed the thought within the depths of his consciousness. He soon returned his gaze to Nicademus before replying."I have all the equipment and personnel I need to complete the mission. We should be in and out in no time."With another slight bow of his head, Rebellious turned to leave, waving his hand to signal for his commandos to do the same. With the same hastened pace that they entered with, they made their way for the blast doors and by extension, their shuttle to gear up and depart. |
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Post by Varik Ren on Jan 22, 2016 18:48:04 GMT -8
Varik had gleaned the information he needed from his talk with the Supreme Commander of the First Order. He chose to not verbalise his further thoughts, instead his internal dialogue continued. It was a mistake for the First Order to dismiss the knowledge contained within the Archives of the Hand. History repeated itself so knowledge of history was knowledge of the future. He would make sure that not everything was lost in the archives before the battle was over.
The Dazouri looked the human Sith, Rebellious, up and down before he left. His dislike for their kinda stemmed from a dislike of rules, the Sith had far too many of them. He much preferred the freedom that the Knights of Ren gave him. Speaking of the Knights of Ren, the command centre was beginning to get busy with them.
Firstly his second favourite shape-shifter entered the room, carrying a mauled Chiss that would barely be considered “alive” by modern medical standards. Varik had a soft spot for Illaria, even if her shape-shifting was boundless, unlike his own. Nevertheless they were both shifters of sorts and so the little guy started off liking her a little more then everyone else. Her exchange of words with Nicademus took an interesting tone which Varik dismissed for the most part. He knew that Illaria liked to play with her food, as evident by the half chewed Chiss that lay before them.
“You always b-b-b-bring the most, in-in-interesting gifts I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-llaria.”
He always did struggle with her name, much more than with other names. Usually the more familiar the word was to Varik, the easier it was to say. He practised common greetings and phrases in his spare time so that he could easily converse on a day-to-day level with passers-by. He had recently been practising military terms, ranks and the names of the First Order leadership. He was clearly not very well prepared. He was thankful that he only needed to nod in reply to Harnan's greeting. He was already slightly agitated by his stuttering in present company.
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Faina Delvardus
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jan 23, 2016 21:19:22 GMT -8
All too quickly Faina finds the fight at its end, and as she scans the area to find only the still, lifeless bodies of those enemy combatants she has removed from the board strewn about on the jungle floor like so many dolls carelessly thrown haphazardly about, feels the inner peace and tranquility that fills her during battle already bleeding from her. Sighing disappointedly as she lifts a hand to wipe a few errant tangles of rain soaked hair from her forehead, Faina turns towards the humanoid female she had nearly forgotten about entirely when the woman says . . . "Good job taking away all of my fun."Nyra switched off her lightsaber blade and began to walk off in a huff, off in search of her own quarry to kill. She had been told to prove herself, and in her mind that did not mean sharing the glory. Nyra was naturally a loner, so working with others was going to take some getting used to. "So maybe next time I'll leave one or two for you," Faina finally calls out after the woman, a hint of uncertainty in her voice as, in addition to not being known for her sense of humor, she almost immediately doubts whether or not she might not be better off remaining aloof from others after all.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 23, 2016 21:29:33 GMT -8
Nicademus watched as Darth Rebellious departed upon his mission, knowing full well that, if successful, only the rain and mud would keep the Imperial advance slow. Though the orbital strike did good work on the more immediate threats that were preparing to hinder his army's progress, there were probably more troops flooding to protect the Tower. He could imagine the camps forming and new units brought to life out of the merging of other battalions. It would make the taking of the planet and the Empire's capital a very tedious task, one that would result in the deaths of thousands, if not tens of thousands, of his own men.
His attention diverted immediately to the site of Illaria who brought with her a gift... an unconscious Chiss soldier. For a split second, the Supreme Commander's gaze lingered upon Illaria, recalling only minutes ago how he left to tend to some orders, only to catch Lady Ren along the way and perform some quick actions that resulted a certain form of satisfaction. It was something that he needed; not only an excuse to relieve stress, but to spend some precious moments with his lover. His eyebrow goes up curiously though as his gaze draws back to the Chiss who Illaria nudged with her boot. His eyebrow was raised mainly because of the bleeding wounds upon his torso, perfectly arrayed like the jaw of some predatory creature got to him. Nicademus did not question how those wounds got there however. He turns to an officer and nods to female, who snaps to attention.
Get a medical team down here. This Chiss isn't good to us if he is dead...
The officer salutes and briskly walks off to perform the Supreme Commander's order. As he turns away from the Chiss and Illaria, his eyes noticed the appearance of Harnan through a holoprojector from his AT-AT. The only Knight of Ren who appeared to be on the battlefield at this present moment. His eyes would turn to a comlink coming in from the army group that comprised of the left flank of their advance. The commanding officer, a General Daxon, reported in with an emergency communication. The Supreme Commander puts it through.
Supreme Commander, we have encountered heavy resistance. We had intercepted some retreating Chiss units, but it seems there was an awaiting vanguard of Hand soldiers. They are entrenched and I need additional armored units to punch through. Artillery support would be a boon as well, Sir.
Understood, General. I will deploy the 26th Legion with a complement of AT-AHTs and a battalion of Repulsortanks. Artillery will be focused on the sectors ahead of your advance. Keep me in contact, General. Do your best for now to blunt them and advance carefully.
The communication fades away as Nicademus returns his attention to the holomap, examining the area around where the advancing left flank was. He notices a ridge nearby, possibly believing that the elevation could be used by the enemy for their artillery. The Supreme Commander begins ordering strategic bombings along that ridge before returning his attention to those present. He glances at Varik, Illaria and Harnan.
I would suggest any one of you or all of you lead the reinforcements to aid General Daxon. I want that opposition silenced before the central group gets too ahead of them. If the left flank is delayed for too long, the Hand's armies will have an opening in which to strike at us and retreat as well.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2016 22:34:10 GMT -8
While CPL Grahan watches Faina bolt off after barking an order at her and her fellow Stormtrooper, PFC Gerou uses his helmet's internal secure comlink to pass the Imperial Knight's request on to Nicolina on the platoon's encrypted frequency. Loo said to stay put, Gerou informs Grahn, unsurprised by the order since they are in position to act as the platoon's eyes and ears as they continue their advance as ordered.
Not wanting to slow her advance in case they are given new orders, Nicolina has the majority of her platoon continue pressing onward after dispatching a three-man fire team to head for Nicolina's last known position to see if the Imperial Knight has encountered heavier resistance than expected, and to pass along the platoon's new position in the event Faina still intends to accompany them.
The trio of Stormtroopers reach their destination just as Faina is telling an unidentified humanoid female: "So maybe next time I'll leave one or two for you," Faina finally calls out after the woman, a hint of uncertainty in her voice as, in addition to not being known for her sense of humor, she almost immediately doubts whether or not she might not be better off remaining aloof from others after all.
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Darth Rebellious
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Jan 24, 2016 21:20:12 GMT -8
Out into the rain, Darth Rebellious and his team exited the First Order's command center, making their way to a shuttle that the Sith Lord commandeered for the mission. A military-configured Lambda-class shuttle possessing state-of-the-art sensor blocking technologies which would serve to keep their presence hidden as they approached, as well as greater firepower, armor and shielding just in case the situation got a little hairy. Quickly they boarded the transport and not a moment after the last man's boots left the surface, the shuttle took to the sky.
Under the cover of night they flew off, far away from the actual fighting. Making sure to fly low, the pilot kept the craft as close as possible to the treetops of the planet-wide jungle, attempting to keep the ship off of the enemy's sensor grids. On board in the passenger's cabin, the Dark Lord and the commandos who composed ISBSOD Black Team prepared themselves for the current mission. The Stormcommandos checked their armor and ARC-9965 blaster rifles meticulously to make sure that neither failed them when the time came, surely a way for them to work through whatever nervousness they felt. The Darth himself simply sat in silence, gathering the darkness within himself as they came closer and closer to their mission.
About half way to the supposed drop zone, the strike team received a transmission. Prior to their arrival on Nirauan, Rebellious made arrangements for commando snipers to be sent out to survey the area for the supposed secret base. The transmission detailed the target location, a singular metallic structure stood on an island in the middle of a lake. It appeared as if they thought no one would ever figure out the base was out there. There were no turrets, defense platforms, or assault vehicles stationed to protect it. Only a few teams of armed soldiers on foot patrolled the outside of the base. As they drew closer to the base, the Dark Lord sent a single command to snipers that hid in the brush across the water.
"Eliminate the patrollers."
With his command sent out, the sharpshooters immediately complied. Blaster fire began to ring out as they began picking off the patrol teams one by one until they all lay dead and covered in scorch marks. The coast was clear.
Their final approach was at hand. Black team equipped themselves with jetpacks and checked their weapons once more before making their way toward the loading ramp. As the shuttle approached the base, it slowed to a hover directly above the installation before opening the hatch and extending the ramp. Standing one behind the other, the six commandos prepared to jump, tapping the shoulder of the one in front of them when they are ready. One by one, the soldiers sprang from the ship, using their jetpacks to slow their decent until they landed on the roof of the base. Rebellious soon followed suit. With his lightsaber hilt gripped tightly in his right hand, the Sith Lord jumped from the ship, however rather than a slowing his fall with a jetpack, he caught himself with the embrace of the Force. Once on the roof with his team, they began working on a way to infiltrate.
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 24, 2016 21:54:42 GMT -8
This was how it had always been. Ever since the Knights of Ren had finally saw fit to emerge from the shadows and grace the galaxy with their presence, an unspoken rivalry between the Knights and the Sith had been established. Where the Sith allowed their emotions to rule them and fuel their power, the Knights of Ren were bound to a higher purpose in this life and like Illaria, most were beings of exquisite control. Almost terrifyingly so. Where the Sith followed sets of rules without rhyme or reason, the Knights looked to the past to better inform the future and set precedent for their course of action. The outcome of tomorrow was ever elusive in history and the events of the past.
Reflecting upon this, Illaria returns her attention to the present – the hilts of her painstakingly crafted lightsabers upon her hip feel heavy, as if burdened with great purpose and great power. She watched the Sith dismiss their inclusion on this mission and depart, her silver eyes glittering with mirth. They are rather pale in comparison, though not a dull and unremarkable grey like the walls of permacrete that surrounded them currently. They were like the grey of the last ashes on a fire as they were stirred into activity, radiant and almost appearing as if all the colours of the visible spectrum were trapped within. Turning to her brother in arms and fellow Knight of Ren, Varik, Illaria bows her head to him in greeting. She says nothing more and it is clear that her mind is focused on the task at hand. As she looks down at the Chiss soldier lying prostrate at her feet, he begins to mumble a bit as he starts to come to and Illaria is quite tempted to introduce his temple to her boot. Instead, as Nicademus turns to speak with one of the officers about getting a medical team down to their current location, she steps over the lower half of the Soldier’s body. Still standing straight and at attention with her hands clasped behind her back, Illaria drives the heel of her foot back into the Soldier’s groin and she could have sworn he squeaked before beginning to moan. That was far too much noise for him to be making, he must have been more conscious than she thought. Unacceptable.
With the Supreme Commander’s back still facing her, she even goes so far as to start lifting her foot above the Chiss soldier’s head. The Shapeshifter’s eyes dart around as she appears to be surveying who might be watching her as she is slowly lifting her foot to give the Chiss another kick in the head, but the Supreme Commander turns back to briefly glance at her far sooner than she expected. This forces her to place her foot back on the ground rather quickly. She stood there, the perfect picture of innocence.
For a moment, Illaria wonders if Nicademus witnessed what she was up to while he was speaking to the officer. Honestly, this should not have surprised anyone in her vicinity. Turning one’s back on Illaria was a mistake people usually only made once. Smiling sweetly, as if she had not been up to anything, the Shapeshifter figured that she could always just apologise to him later. And such an apology would be more than a match for the quickie they had earlier. It had been a rushed affair for the air was charged with electricity and the excitement of battle. There had only been mere minutes to steal then, so the wall had been a suitable place for such activity between the two lovers, but this time Illaria was imagining a much longer apology taking place. Perhaps, she could even talk him into christening his desk this time around. Pity that would have to wait until she returned from the front lines. Of course, it might be that much more thrilling then with all the adrenaline coursing through her veins.
The sound of the emergency comm coming through broke Illaria from her reverie as she turned her attention to what was being said. Excellent, she was more than eager to get back out on the battlefield so soon. Turning her gaze to the holomap, she begins to commit the details to memory before tapping the holopad on the inside of her wrist, creating a live link between herself and the command center. The Shapeshifter dropped her hands back to her sides, muscles quivering in excitement as she tries her hardest to stand there without fidgeting. As the Supreme Commander glances back over at her, she listens attentively and simply nods in compliance. “We shall handle the opposition causing trouble for your forces. I assure you Supreme Commander, nothing will stand in our way.” Illaria spoke for herself and her brothers, and while she was by no means in charge, she was the senior-most ranking of the three presently here on Nirauan. “If there is nothing else, Supreme Commander, we shall take our leave and head out to the front lines.”
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jan 24, 2016 22:20:58 GMT -8
Nyra stops and turns around when the woman calls out to her, a devilish smile on her face. She suddenly begins walking towards Faina at a quick pace. She stops toe to toe with the woman, her eyes glinting in the darkness. The glint of a anger and madness that was Nyra. She leaned forward as she spoke, looking up at the taller woman as she spoke in a low tone.
"Maybe next time I'll just beat you to it and see how you like it when someone comes along and takes away your prey."
Nyra looked down towards the woman's feet and slowly back up to the woman's face, trying to read her. Nyra narrowed her eyes, locking her eyes with Faina's for a moment. Finally Nyra leaned back, a satisfied smile on her face. She shrugged, taking a step back.
"Or maybe not. Who knows? You might die before that happens."
Nyra turned her head to the side to the stormtroopers that have arrived on the scene. She half-waves to the one addressing her. She slumped for a moment at the thought of joining up with them, but she figured it was the best thing to do. After all, what better way to attract more enemies than to surround oneself with their enemy?
"Fine. I'll 'link' with you people....If she's going that is.... Gonna keep my eye on her, keep her out of trouble. That's what allies do, after all..."
Nyra turned back to Faina, a smile back upon her face once more.
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jan 25, 2016 19:27:20 GMT -8
Harnan remained standing in the corner, almost wanting to shake his head as Nicademus took his eyes off Illaria, at which point she proceeded to peg the poor Chiss right in his family jewels. He'd almost been about to interceded, when the Supreme Commander had turned his attention back to her, his new captive barely escaping the jaws of death at the... feet of Illaria. He turned his attention to the map as the distress call came through, asking for backup on their left flank, where Hand forces had managed to regroup and entrenched themselves. Well, he had kind of expected their aide to be needed at some point, and now here it was, and Illaria had already offered their full support to quell this little bump in the road. The Captain of Harnan's forces was already handing down orders to the rest of the Whap Legion, the Stormtroopers starting to mobailise around the AT-AT walker as it to started lumbering towards the left flank
I'll try leave some for the both of you... Don't be late...
With that comment, Harnan's holoimage disappeared, even though his helmet still had a comm line to Illaria and Varik still open. He made his way down to the lower floor of the AT-AT where he reviewed the holomap which was displaying the movements of the Whap Legion Stormtroopers and it's compliment of two AT-AHT's and Harnan's lead AT-AT. It was somewhat slow going because of the rain and mud, meaning neither the troopers, nor the walkers, could go as fast as they'd like to, which would give Illaria and Varik what ever time they needed to catch a transport to catch up with the Legion's advance. As soon as his men were on the edge of the enemy's artillery firing range, Harnan and his two squads of Riot Control Troopers dropped forth from the belly of the lead AT-AT and made their way to the front of the line. The Legion was arrayed in such a way as that the three Battalions of Riot Control Troopers took up the first few lines, behind which was arrayed the regular Stormtroopers and Flametroopers. Harnan wielded his shield on his left arm, whilst his Lightsaber Pike was ignoted in his right hand, his comm link opening to every trooper in his Legion
Who do we kill?!
"TRAITORS!"
Despite the rain, wind, and artillery fire, their combined voices echoing across the battle field above the clamour of noises trying to drown them out. The moment the bombing run began, Harnan lead the charge, with the walkers following close behind, their guns firing upon the enemy positions as they came into range, whilst charric fire came back and fell upon the shields of the front line Riot Control Troopers who, for the time being, returned the fire with blaster shots of their own, waiting until they got closer before drawing their Riot Batons to deal some old school First Order ass bashing
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Faina Delvardus
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jan 25, 2016 21:03:09 GMT -8
"Maybe next time I'll just beat you to it and see how you like it when someone comes along and takes away your prey. . .Or maybe not. Who knows? You might die before that happens. . ."
What little sense of humor Faina does have tends to be dry, and when she speaks once the woman has finished voicing her grievance, or perhaps issued her warning, the matter of what the overall intent of the woman's statements had been something that Faina is not entirely sure about given the accompanying variations in facial expressions and tone that muddled the issue, Faina replies in a deadpan tone, "Fine. The first. . . she pretends to glance around at the bodies of their foes scattered about on the jungle floor to take count of them, ten we come across are all yours. Without smiling or in any other way conveying that she is attempting to make a joke, Faina shrugs a shoulder and arches an eyebrow inquisitively as she concludes, After that though, the rest are fair game."
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Jan 25, 2016 22:41:03 GMT -8
With Darth Rebellious securely on the roof with his combat team, they wasted no time infiltrating the compound. The Sith Lord thumbed the ignition switch of his lightsaber, bringing the blood-red blade to life with a snap and a hiss. It sizzled and smoked as the rain hit the heated plasma, and even more so when he plunged the blade into the metallic surface, piercing it and proceeding to slice a circular hole in it, leaving streaks of super heated metal behind it as it cut. Once the opening was made, the the Darth extinguished the blade and held the detached piece of metal in place using his command over the Force, as he felt life beneath them.
A pair of guards, unaware of what awaited them, walked the halls chatting about whatever minions of the hand talked about. Once they were directly under the hole Rebellious created, he released the make-shift hatch from his ethereal grasp, allowing the exceedingly heavy object to fall upon them, first crushing their skulls on impact followed by the rest of their bodies. Down through the hole, the Sith and his commandos entered the base. Immediately after touching down, Black-Five planted an explosive and Black-Six hacked a wall terminal, securing a map of the base's interior and sharing it with the rest of the squad as Black-One took point. Using hand-signals, the Darth commanded his men to move forward. They shouldered their blaster rifles and complied, taking aim just in case anyone came around a corner and proceeding to hastily walk one foot in front of the other through the corridor. "I guess they're not getting back up." One of the commandos joked as they walked over the broken Chiss corpses.
For a while they traveled through the installation uninterrupted, planting bombs along their route until the point man heard a patrol approaching. He signaled for the rest of Black Team to halt and prepare themselves for an encounter before peeking around the corner to see how many of them there were. With his hand he signaled the enemy numbers, 12 patrollers. Just as the soldiers of the Hand came around the corner, the Stormcommandos opened fire, gunning the enemy combatants down before they could even reach for their weapons of their communicators. With the small squad dead, they proceeded toward the inner most part of the compound.
The inner most area of the base was a large space that served as a command center. Monitors and communications equipment were scattered around, manned by dozens of soldier and one man walking about over seeing everything. Judging by the man's more extravagant choice of dress compared to the rest of the soldiers, it was obvious that he was the Leader of the Hand. Entering from the upper levels of the command center, Rebellious and the members of black team scanned the area. They immediately identified a number of automated turrets that lined the walls. It seemed that they dedicated their defenses to the protection of the inner sanctum. Before they could make their move, alarms were set off. Word of dead bodies in the hallways had spread, they were found out.
Almost as soon as the alarms sounded, the automated turrets sprang to life and the base went into defense mode. Immediately the guns began using their heat-detecting capabilities to seek out the intruders, which proved successful. As soon as the turrets caught their heat signatures, they began firing on the Dark Lord and his team. "TAKE COVER!" One of the commandos yelled as they ducked behind the solid railing of the upper levels to protect themselves from the blaster fire. The Chiss scattered, taking up defensive positions as they rushed to protect their leader from the intruders. Meanwhile, Five began wildly chucking thermal detonators over the wall into the crowd of Chiss opposition and Six pulled out his datapad and began trying to slice into the base's defense grid. Quickly the techie worked as blaster bolts flew overhead. "And I got it.." He said as he swiftly cracked the Chiss' computer systems and took control of the turrets, Forcing them to turn on the creators.
With the tides suddenly turned and the Chiss being picked off by their own defenses, Black Team emerged from cover. Black-Three, Five and Six remained on the ledge toprovide cover fire as One, Two and Four jumped from the upper levels. They used their jetpacks to fly steadily across the room in a strafing manner as they assisted the Black-Six controlled turrets in picking off the soldiers of the hand, with Five firing a pack-mounted rocket at a group of reinforcements as they entered the door, effectively neutralizing them. One by one the Chiss fell until only the Leader of the Hand and two of his guards remained. As Black Team ceased fire, one of the Chiss guards suddenly turned his blaster on his comrade and fired, with his neck breaking not a moment after.
The Dark Lord emerged from cover and jumped down into command pit with the Hand's soon to be deceased leader, the bright red eyes of the Chiss widening as he realized what had just happen and whom he had set eyes upon. "You are Sith! I have heard of your kind before. What have I done to incur your wrath, dark one?" The Chiss' voice trembled as he spoke and a puddle formed at his feet as the Rebellious approached. The man clearly feared for his life, a warranted reaction to all that just occurred, but it just served to make the Darth even stronger. He fed on the nearly palpable emotion that emanated from the blue-skinned being. With his piercing amber-hued eyes, the Sith Lord seemed to stare into the soul of his enemy.
"You should've just surrendered as soon as you seen our Star Destroyers exit hyperpsace."
With his words spoken, the otherworldly hand of the Sith reached out and wrapped it's cosmic fingers around the Chiss' neck as it began to crush his throat. As the alien frantically struggled for breath, Rebellious simply stood stood there, eventually locking gazes with him just so he could watch the light fade from his enemy's eyes. It wasn't until the Leader of the Hand fell lifeless that the Darth released his telekinetic grip, however, he didn't stop the. He approached the corpse and with a flick of the wrist and a well timed thumbing of the ingition switch, he brought to life his blade once more only to lob off the hand of the dead Chiss, which he went on to store in a small medical capsule. Immediately after, he looked up to the ledge where his demolitions and tech experts were and spoke.
"Five, plant some more explosive. Six, copy as much as you can from their computers and lets get out of here."
They saluted the Dark Lord and proceeded with their assigned tasks. After a few moments of finalizing things in the enemy base, the Sith and his team exited the inner sanctum, retracing their route by following the bombs on the walls and gunning down any straggling Chiss they came across. Once back on the roof, the Lamba-class shuttle that they took to the drop, circled back and they jetpacked/Force Jumped back onto their getaway craft. As the shuttle moved away from the base, Black-Five pulled a detonator from his utility belt and hit the switch, triggering all the explosives he had planted, causing the base to go up in a great ball of flame. A grand fireworks show to celebrate a successful mission that lasted only a moment before the remains sunk into the lake. The members of Black Team reveled in their victory, but the Darth didn't join. Instead he sat in silence, smirking under the shadow cast by the hood of his cloak as they flew back to the First Order's base of operations.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2016 5:43:30 GMT -8
"Fine. I'll 'link' with you people....If she's going that is.... Gonna keep my eye on her, keep her out of trouble. That's what allies do, after all..."
Nyra's thoughts about traveling with the Stormtroopers increasing the likelihood of encountering more enemies soon prove prophetic.
Roger that, Ma'am, SPC Sarn says, and then gestures towards the northwest while saying, Platoon is advancing as ordered ahead to the northwe. . .
Interrupting the fireteam's rifleman, PFC Wren levels his Imperial heavy repeater towards the enemy troops he has spotted advancing towards their position from the east, shouting out as he sends a hail of metallic bolts towards the enemy to try and deter or slow their advance, Multiple contacts to our three o'clock! Engaging!
As the fireteam's automatic rifleman opens fire on the enemy troops advancing from the east, PVT Arekson cries out with less composure than Wren had managed, Oh frak!! Oh frak!! Lots of friggin' contacts to our seven o'clock!! Engaging! Firing his thermal detonator launcher twice in the general direction of the enemy troops trying to flank the group' position, Arekson crouches and runs for the cover of a nearby fallen, moss covered tree. |
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jan 26, 2016 13:39:58 GMT -8
Nyra turns back to Faina and raises an eyebrow, thinking for a moment on the woman's offer. While not the best, she guessed she would have to share. She could play ball, but she would not be satisfied with any number that anyone else gave her. So she counter offered.
"Make it twelve and you have a deal, but I get to keep one to play with for later. The name is Nyra, by the way. Remember it."
Without even waiting to hear the woman's response Nyra turned and started walking, twirling her lightsaber hilt in her hand. She had taken a few steps when the Stormtroopers began laying down suppressing fire on a group of enemy soldier. She smiled as she ran into cover behind a tree, peeking out to try and spot the advancing troops.
"Well this my lucky day. I still need to get me a head..."
Nyra switched on her lightsaber, the crimson blade lighting up behind her cover. She looked at it for moment, excited at the prospect of slaying people with it. Nyra waited for the thermal detonators to go off before she advanced, her smile growing wider when the twin explosions went off. She yelled at the Stormtroopers.
"Stop hiding and fight!"
Nyra ran out from her own cover towards the direction the stormtroopers were firing and jumped up onto a large branch of a tree. She spotted the enemy soldiers fairly easily as they began to fire upon her. She grabbed a branch above her and swung up onto it, then leapt down onto one of the soldiers, running him through his head with her lightsaber blade. Nyra grabbed the now dead soldier's shoulder and flipped the soldier over so she was under him as blaster fire began to come her direction, using the body as a shield. Jumping up at the first opportunity Nyra still held the body of the soldier as she ran into another shoulder, running him through the heart with her lightsaber blade that was still sticking through dead soldier. The crimson blade had began to cut the body in half, sliding down as she had ran.
Nyra pulled up on her hilt. The older body flopped down on the ground first, but was soon followed by the second soldier's. Nyra took a quick breath and swung her arm out and around, knocking down any of the soldiers near her. With her still extended arm Nyra grabbed the air, lifting up one of the enemies and tossing him into a nearby tree with a sickening thud. Sweat began to run down her face, and already her breathing was quickened.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 26, 2016 21:23:02 GMT -8
“If there is nothing else, Supreme Commander, we shall take our leave and head out to the front lines.” |
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jan 27, 2016 3:55:44 GMT -8
As soon as they hit the front lines, the Riot Control Troopers quickly holstering their F-11D blaster rifle's on their thighs and switching them out for their Z6 riot control baton's, before the distinctive sound of the forward prongs swinging into their extended position could be heard 2400 times. But even as the tide of Stormtroopers washed over them, Harnan knew something was wrong as the opposing forces began to rout so easily, with many throwing down their guns and surrendering with little to no resistance. Harnan kept rushing at the fore of the tide as he reached the top of the ridge where the smoking ruins of the artillery pieces remained, and took a moment to survey the battlefield, with the 26th Legion continuing to push the front on the left flank. He kept his shield in front of his body as he planted the end of his lightsaber pike upon the ground, standing like some guard as the comm transmission came through from Nicademus.
The blade atop his spear was extinguished as he sheathed the weapon across his back again, whilst the Whap Legion attended to securing the Chiss that they had captured. So, the Sith had managed to remove the leader of the Hand, proving themselves at least capable of taking care of mediocre tasks, and now the battle was all but one as the First Order forces converged upon The Hand of Thrawn. He then returned his shield to his back just as the members of his elite guard arrived and formed up around him, their assistance here having been rendered pointless. Well, the important thing was that they had succeeded, meaning their Master would remain content for the time being, and there would be no consequences, and no matter how many victories they secured, that would be something that would always remain a concern. Without so much as another word, he turned around and headed back down the ridge, the Riot Control Troopers following silently, as he made his way back to the AT-AT, launching himself back upon the roof of the walker, and seating himself there again, the rain washing over him as he cooled off, as the Captain of the Whap Legion updated command of the enemies defeat and their current holding position
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 27, 2016 20:58:23 GMT -8
The moment Illaria observed the critical expression on the Supreme Commander’s face, she knew she was caught. As obstinate as ever, she continued standing there – still and straight as could be, hands clasped behind her back – the picture of innocence. A look of amusement painted her features as the Shapeshifter watched Nicademus look from the Chiss soldier’s body to the floor then to her boots before turning away from her yet again. His voice was stern once he deigned to speak to her, which was not a tone of voice she was unaccustomed to him using with her. More than once had she rightfully provoked his ire. The moment the Imperial requested she remain at the command center – no, commanded her to remain here – the Supreme Commander did not make requests of anyone. Unless, of course, she was currently straddling him at the hips in his bed. On second thought, those were probably commands too. A frown passes over her lips as she contemplates this thought and it was clear that she was not really listening to what he was saying to her at the moment. Though, for all intents and purposes, she appeared to be taking to his lecture, scolding really, with a quiet shame rare for her to display. Only he would be able to see that her attention had wandered.
Once her mind had come full circle, Illaria was just about to object to his command that she remain at the command center, opening her mouth before quickly closing it. A promise she made to Nicademus one of the first nights they were together came to the forefront of her mind. 'If you expect me by your side then I will challenge you and I will question you when appropriate. However, I will not challenge or question you to your own detriment. Only to better you.' Force, that felt like a lifetime ago. It normally would have felt like just yesterday to her, given the length of her lifespan, but this war had changed her perception of time. Good game, conscience, good game. If only she knew she could get away with claiming selective memory, would she have objected to Nicademus. Even though Illaria knew she had a foolproof argument for why she was justified in introducing the Chiss soldier’s jiffies to the toe of her boot, she stopped herself from voicing it. Challenging Nicademus on this would not help her cause nor would it help him grow. Biting back the smart remark she had been about to make, Illaria stood there silently. Just as the Supreme Commander’s lecture to her had been interrupted by a communications officer and the whole command center began to buzz with activity, the Shapeshifter finally saw her chance. And take it she did. As the Imperial was sidetracked by the communications officer, she began to slowly back away and attempt to creep out of the room to avoid any further lectures.
And then she heard the Supreme Commander’s voice again, ringing high above the din that filled the room – she could not feign the inability to hear him, for the tone of authority he took with her brooked no question. Cringing and slowly turning to face Nicademus once more, Illaria noted the stern look in his eyes. His eyes were narrowed and cold. She drew in a deep breath and prepared herself because normally, the burning hard stare would only last as long as it took him to see that she had submitted to his authority. So the Shapeshifter decided to simply accept the scolding with the slight downwards tilt of her head and from under her unkempt, disheveled hair peeked eyes that shone like sunlight on polished stone. The connection between the Shapeshifter and the Imperial lasted barely a fraction of a second, but in that brief snap shot of time, secrets had been shared between the two and she picked up on the hint. However, she did not show any outward signs that the message had been received and understood. She knew how this went. At his beckoning, her shame almost instantly dissipates as she takes her cue to follow him.
As Illaria moved to leave, she stalked over in Varik’s direction – her lips did not reflect her displeasure so much as her eyes did. Patting the Dazouri on the head, she spoke in a dour tone of voice, “Looks like you are on your own, my vertically challenged friend.” The way that Illaria walked from the main room of the First Order command center spoke volumes, the darkness retracting with each step she took. If she had ever known failure in this life or the one preceding the Knights of Ren, it did not show. The way she looked, her posture, and right down to the way she interacted with others – it spoke to her unassailable confidence. Everyone would fall in step behind her, and that was that. However, it was plain to see that while the Shapeshifter was this self-assured and confident, the Supreme Commander surely held her leash in this moment.
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Faina Delvardus
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jan 28, 2016 1:43:52 GMT -8
"Make it twelve and you have a deal, but I get to keep one to play with for later. The name is Nyra, by the way. Remember it."Without even waiting to hear the woman's response Nyra turned and started walking, twirling her lightsaber hilt in her hand. She had taken a few steps when the Stormtroopers began laying down suppressing fire. . .
Trusting the Stormtroopers to check their fire as she uses the Force to reach their enemies - moving in a series of random zig-zags at speeds that render her a mere blur of red, black, and silver - Faina, employing her expertise in the Praetoria Vonil style of lightsaber combat, ends her sprint with a forward lunge that buries her lightsaber in the sternum of the nearest enemy. Taking her lightsaber hilt into a two handed grip, Faina spins gracefully to her right while adopting a lower stance to avoid blaster fire being directed towards her, freeing her humming blade from the torso of the first enemy she had killed in order to, by continuing the momentum of her movement, cutting the arm from another. Without pausing even though her muscles have already begun to ache from her exertions, Faina reminds herself to control her breathing to avoid losing her breath as she drops her left hand from her lightsaber hilt to more easily swing the singing blade back inwards as she rolls forward beneath enemy fire and then cuts the legs from beneath another of her foes as she rises once more and assess the positions of those of their enemies that have survived the attacks of the Stormtroopers, Nyra, and herself thus far. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2016 3:07:55 GMT -8
The comm chatter from Sarn, Wren, and Arekson comes in shortly before the order from Nicademus to begin rapid advancement on the Tower of the Hand, and after assessing the situation briefly, Nicolina decides to trust the fireteam, Faina, and the other Forcie with them to survive the skirmish they are engaged in and then rejoin the platoon afterwards. After giving Sarn orders to lead his fireteam and the Forcies to the platoon once they have dealt with the enemies they've encountered, Nicolina orders her forward observers to move into a position where they can ascertain what, if any, resistance lays in wait on the approach to or at the Tower of the Hand, and then issues the order for her platoon to begin its rapid advance, bounding by fireteams as they head through the rain soaked jungle for their objective.
PVT Arekson, emboldened by Nyra's rallying cry to stop hiding and fight, drops to a crouch behind the cover of the fallen tree he had reached shortly after the battle began and shoulders his ARC-9965 blaster rifle to send a few carefully aimed high-energy bolts towards the enemy troops Nyra chooses to attack, selecting targets far enough away from her that there is no danger he might accidentally hit Nyra. After dropping two of the enemy soldiers, Arekson returns to cover as others direct fire towards his position.
PFC Wren is forced to start firing more discriminantly when Faina rushes the small enemy force approaching from their three o'clock, though he does his best to support the Imperial Knight by taking out any enemies that come into his sights with a series of quick bursts of well aimed metallic bolts.
As the battle begins to wind down, reaching it's inevitable end given that they have two powerful Force users with them where they enemy has no such advantage, SPC Sarn, having divided his attention between the two groups of enemies attacking their position and lending support fire when needed, tilts his head to the side and fires a blaster bolt into the back of the last of the enemy soldiers as he attempts to flee into the jungle, and as the soldier falls, announces, All clear! Glancing down at the still smoking scorch mark on the right side of his chest armor, Sarn checks to see that his team and the Force users are still all in one piece and then, pointing in the direction they will be heading, hastily explains, The order to advance on the Tower has been given. Let's move out and rejoin the platoon. I'm on point, Wren you watch our six.
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jan 28, 2016 16:34:51 GMT -8
As the fighting died down Nyra had managed to find a living soldier who had tried to retreat. Sounds of a struggle went on for a moment before going silent. After nearly a minute of silence Nyra emerged from the trees, slowly dragging the unconscious man by the shoulders, walking backwards and struggling slightly to pull the dead weight of the soldier. Nyra finally made it to the position of the Stormtroopers, letting go of the unresponsive soldier and falling back onto her behind, panting to catch her breath. She held out her left hand for a moment to catch some of the rain and splashed her face.
Nyra turned to Sarn who had said the order to advance further was issued and huffed a bit with a look of disappointment on her face.
"What? Not even time to play with him....even a little?"
Again not waiting for a response by anyone Nyra quickly dispatched the unmoving soldier with her lightsaber, running the crimson blade down on his throat, slicing off the head. After switching off her lightsaber, Nyra picked up the decapitated head and stood up. She moved the head around, inspecting it, before tossing it back onto the ground. The head rolled a few feet before stopping. Nyra crossed her arms and turned to Faina and shrugged.
"Not the right weight. Let me know if you spot one of them with a fat head. Need a big one."
Turning back to the Stormtroopers Nyra extended her arms in a gesture for them to lead the way.
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