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Post by Callidus on Sept 11, 2013 17:30:34 GMT -8
The boy was still at least eight meters away when he leapt, and even in a jump moving that far took time, so Damas was able to re-center his aim easily enough and fire another two bursts as he flew through the air. The first was aimed under the assumption that his trajectory would be constant, but the second would be delayed just enough to allow Damas to account for any alterations in course (such as somehow moving to evade the first burst).
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Post by Benjamin Jinn on Sept 12, 2013 6:32:26 GMT -8
Jace dropped to the ground dodging the bolts and starts running at Damas the staff held across his body so he can strike out with either end or jump if the need arose
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 16, 2016 21:22:49 GMT -8
Three weeks of warfare ensued with the arrival of the First Order's navy and the landing of its Stormtrooper units...
Torrential rain fell upon the muddy battlefield as fighting had slowed immensely with the continent's seasonal monsoon in effect for another week, according to intel of the planet's climate patterns. Stormtroopers, with dirty armor, rushed through a system of trenches that had been left behind by forces of the Empire of the Hand... or what remained of it. The Imperial-influenced nation had endured dark days since the fall of the Galactic Empire and its stagnation had gone without any reversal for generations. Isolated and without allies, the Empire of the Hand proved to be tempting prey for the First Order as they began their massive invasion into the Unknown Region. Though the battle upon the surface proved to be fierce, the earlier space battle was hardly worth mentioning.
As the bulk of the First Order's navy entered Nirauan's orbit, some three and a half weeks ago, the Empire of the Hand's navy proved nothing but powerless to the firepower of the Supreme Commander's flotilla of Star Destroyers and battle-hardened crews. Despite the unique technology of the Chiss aiding the defending forces, the overwhelming might and coordination of the First Order proved to be their downfall. From the flagship of an Ascendancy-class Star Destroyer, the commanding naval officer of the Hand's navy would surrender with what remained of it to the First Order. The space hulks of the Hand's fleet tumbled floated through space as the Imperial navy made for the undefended orbit of Nirauan. Within moments, the skies over the planet were filled with descending Imperial assault craft, barges and various shuttles, conveying whole companies of Stormtroopers and their armored units to the surface.
It was now week three of the invasion, the monsoon season within this area of the continent proved to be the factor why the First Order's momentum had been slowed. The resources of the Hand proved to be nothing compared to the war machine of their Imperial invaders, yet the Chiss fought tenaciously and made sure every inch was fought to the death. At their current position, Imperial forces were still ten leagues from the Tower of Thrawn, the heart of the defending government. Even now, Imperial forces were pushing hard and throwing whatever they could at the Hand's military. The ground currently shook as a trio of AT-ATs made for the frontlines that had recently erupted with a hellstorm of laser fire from a desperate counteroffensive by Chiss forces. Stormtroopers rushed from the forward camps, along with AT-STs, TIE Crawlers, S-1 FireHawke Heavy Repulsortanks and AT-TEs, that streamed forth for the battlezone.
A cough emitted from a mouth within a prefabricated base, left by the orbiting Praetorian, to serve as the First Order's main HQ. Nicademus glances over at whoever coughed before returning to view the holomap laid before him. The Supreme Commander decided to come personally himself to command the battlefield and the armies of the First Order; something that the Imperial always planned to do in the future to come. Nearby was his brother, General Artemis Delvardus, who had recently returned from Sector 8, after taking out a patch of tough Chiss resistance within the region. Subjugation came easily by the soldiers of the 24th Legion. Mud and dirt covered his brother's armor and helmet, a sign of the effort put into securing their left flank. Nicademus had given his brother and the 24th some much needed rest after their encounter with the tough fighting that last a few days.
Nicademus mulled over the map, pondering how to effective make up for lost progress and make best speed for the Tower. This conflict had to end soon so that the rest of the campaign did not get bogged down throughout the Unknown Region. For this operation was the center of a three pronged campaign, centered right for a particular target within this region of space. The goal remained unknown to the First Order at large, save the senior staff and Nicademus himself. The Supreme Commander stood without a muscle moving among the chaos of the command room, his mind ever working on a strategy that could end this conflict and bring Nirauan under his banner.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2016 23:12:50 GMT -8
Even though she knows that the noise of torrential downpour currently lashing through the jungle will help mask her and her fireteams approach towards their designated position - a position from which they will be able to flank the enemy position and then play their part in ending the threat posed by the artillery battery that has been plaguing her platoon and the AT-ATs, AT-STs, and other armored vehicles as they endeavor to push their relentless advance towards the Tower of Thrawn forward - Nicolina still irrationally feels as though each spattering of rain falling on her helmet and armor, and each step she takes through the sodden, muddy jungle will be the sound that announces their presence to the enemy. Fortunately, or perhaps more accurately due to the careful planning she had employed when planning her assault on the enemy position, Nicolina's concern proves unfounded; Gerou and Grahn, the Scout Troopers that serve as her platoon's forward observers, prove able to expertly guide Nicolina and her fireteams through the enemy position's own scouts and sentries, enabling them to reach their position undetected. Solberg, the platoon's SGT, also has fireteams engaging the enemy position from the front to keep their attention focused elsewhere as Nicolina and her fireteams maneuver through the steamy, rain lashed jungle.
Using hand signals to order her fireteams into their positions and then standby, Nicolina then turns and nods to Nirav 74, her comms operator, to have him begin his part of the attack. The Khommite comms operator, using some of the training he had received during the platoon's time spent honing their skills and acquiring new ones under Darth Rebellious, takes out a secure datapad and, in only a few moments, slices into the enemy's positions comms in order to cut them off from any support, preventing any attempts to rally back-up or to inform the enemy command of the attack upon the artillery battery until it has already fallen, allowing the First Order's forces to press their advance forward anew. When Nirav 74 indicates that his slicing has succeeded, Nicolina raises a hand to begin counting down towards the commencement of the attack as she shoulders her DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle and tilts her head to sight in on her first target.
Nicolina and the others in her part of the unit, in an overwatch posture, open fire on the unsuspecting enemy while the other fireteams in the unit advance; the overall effect intended to simulate an overwhelming movement towards the enemy position and to make it more difficult for the enemy to distinguish specific targets. Once the advancing fireteam's reach cover, they begin to lay down covering fire for Nicolina's unit as they in turn advance. Unprepared for an attack from the flank in addition to the frontal assault being carried out by SSG Solberg, the enemy position falls within a short while.
Waving her platoon's medic, SFC Hintlian, away impatiently Nicolina tells him, "See to the other wounded first," as she removes her shattered and burned left shoulder pauldron to examine the damage done by a particularly well aimed enemy blaster bolt. Hissing as she moves the tattered section of her body glove away from her wounded shoulder, Nicolina turns to Nirav 74 and asks, "You let the AT-AT commander he's clear to advance?" Nodding when the Khommite informs her that he has done as asked, Nicolia sighs as, deciding her shoulder can wait and leaving it alone, she says, "Have Gosse move his teams forward and form a defensive perimeter around our position, then tell Roche and Rajiv I want them to set charges on the artillery so they're ready to destroy them when we move out." After Nirav 74 has saluted and jogged off to carry out her orders, Nicolina wearily stands, using only her uninjured right arm to return her mud covered helmet to her head before setting out for where her squad leaders will be gathering so they can await their next orders and then make their plans accordingly; they may have gained some ground, but there is more yet to be won before the First Order has achieved their objective here on Nirauan.
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jan 17, 2016 18:42:36 GMT -8
The Fervor of Vengeance flew down to the prefabricated base of operations of the First Order, following the directions of a stormtrooper with orange lights designating a landing zone. Nyra was in a huff. The Delaya-class courier had taken fire from the surface. Nothing too bad, and she had made sure to turn around and rain blaster death from above. She was not one to hold a grudge, after all.
Nyra raised her hood as she stepped down the ramp and out into the downpour of rain.
"And here I was hoping to get a tan."
Nyra walked into prefab base to find out where the First Order forces were attacking so she could join them.
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Faina Delvardus
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jan 18, 2016 10:50:58 GMT -8
The silence of the jungle, for now, is unbroken only by the steady, low, almost musical humming of the silvery white lightsaber Faina holds angled downwards at her side and the hissing of rain drops as they fall upon the blade, instantly evaporating into whispy curls of smoke. Listening, as well as attending carefully to all that she can sense through the Force, Faina's muscles relax slightly when she concludes that none of her foes remain alive, and she extinguishes her silver hued blade so that, save for the falling rain, the silence of the jungle is, for at least the moment, absolute. As she reaches for the pouch on her belt that contains her comlink, Faina feels the familiar hollowness and vague sense of apprehension that lays in wait for her whenever her latest battle has ended, just as she feels the restless desire for her next battle to begin that will silence her inner conflicts, fears, and doubts. When she is fighting in the name of the First Order, when all the world shrinks to only her, the Force, her latest mission, and that which she must surmount in order to accomplish her mission, Faina entertains no doubts about what she is has pledged herself to, no fears that she may have become an instrument of all she trained to stand against. Running from her doubts has led her from one battlefield to another for so long that Faina has almost forgotten what it feels like to not be engaged in a war of one scale or another, and yet her doubts and fears are always waiting for her whenever there is a moment's peace. There are times Faina wishes she had never learned from Xeonon that the Imperial Remnant had ties to the Sith, times she wishes she could simply believe as Xeonon believed that those ties would not corrupt the Imperial Remnant, or the First Order it has become. It would be easier to believe that the First Order could remain free of the influence of the Dark Side even as it allied itself with Sith Lords and Dark Siders, Faina thinks, had she not learned that Xeonon himself, the man who had Knighted her and whom she had once believed embodied all the Imperial Knights stood for, had fallen to the Dark Side. What if the entire First Order has been corrupted from within, Faina wonders when she cannot escape her thoughts and fears, and she herself now serves that which she had believed she was fighting? What if, Faina wonders when she cannot still her fears, instead of fighting to spread order throughout the universe, she is fighting and spreading darkness? Such thoughts are difficult to bear, and so Faina has come to crave the peace that she can find amidst the chaos of battle like an addict craves their next fix.
After reporting that she has accomplished her objective, which will in turn aid others serving the First Order to achieve their own missions, Faina contacts her superior to receive her next assignment, succeeding in doing so only after reassuring her fellow Imperial Knight that she needs no rest for now. Her relief upon receiving her next mission is immediate, stilling the chaotic thoughts churning within her mind for a while longer, and Faina consults a holomap saved to her datapad to plan her route through the jungle and to the rendezvous point she has been given, where she is to meet with a platoon of Stormtroopers to aid them in completing the mission they have been given. Reaching for the Force and calling it to her after she has plotted her route, Faina moves silently through the jungle at the preternatural speeds her command of the Force enable her to travel at, an effort that requires a focus intent enough to prevent her mind from wandering into places she would prefer it not wander.
Reaching the rendezvous point, Faina uses the prearranged sign/ countersign for the day to reassure the Stormtroopers patrolling the captured artillery battery she is an Imperial Knight in service of the First Order, and then asks to be taken to First Lieutenant Foresi, a name Faina recalled easily when hearing it since she and Nicolina had worked together with Xeonon Solomon in the past. Faina has changed since Nicolina saw her last, having become more gaunt and grim, as though constant fighting has burned away at her from inside. Faina's armor, once meticulously maintained, is now muddy, scarred by dents, scratches, and other signs of her time spent on one battlefield or another, as though Faina has had neither the time nor the inclination to tend to the cosmetic.
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Post by Varik Ren on Jan 18, 2016 15:46:34 GMT -8
Nicademus mulled over the map, pondering how to effective make up for lost progress and make best speed for the Tower. This conflict had to end soon so that the rest of the campaign did not get bogged down throughout the Unknown Region. For this operation was the center of a three pronged campaign, centered right for a particular target within this region of space. The goal remained unknown to the First Order at large, save the senior staff and Nicademus himself. The Supreme Commander stood without a muscle moving among the chaos of the command room, his mind ever working on a strategy that could end this conflict and bring Nirauan under his banner.
"Looks l-like you need aaaaaahh little help. You'rrrreeeeh, losing m-m-m-m-m-m-momentum Commander."
Varik stuttered his words in the typically nasal and high pitched tone that defined his speech. It was exactly what someone would expect from a being of his size. He stood on the opposite side of the table from the Supreme Commander and leaned casually on a supporting pillar, surveying the reaction from the gathered officers. He was expecting to be dismissed and berated by most of them but he was not interested in the reaction of most of them, only one. He would soon find out if Nicademus had been given all the files and read all the dossiers on the Knights of Ren. |
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 18, 2016 18:24:39 GMT -8
Varik strolled through the command centre calmly, being ignored by most due to his stature. He made it all the way into the planning room right in the heart of the base. Yeah, sure he was First Order, he was even a Knight of the Ren Order but nobody seemed to challenge him on this. He sauntered through the banks of consoles and military men, officers and soldiers alike all showing some form of battle fatigue. All except one man, looking at the planning table, obviously contemplating his next move. This man was known to Varik, as he was known to all the First Order military."Looks l-like you need aaaaaahh little help. You'rrrreeeeh, losing m-m-m-m-m-m-momentum Commander." Varik stuttered his words in the typically nasal and high pitched tone that defined his speech. It was exactly what someone would expect from a being of his size. He stood on the opposite side of the table from the Supreme Commander and leaned casually on a supporting pillar, surveying the reaction from the gathered officers. He was expecting to be dismissed and berated by most of them but he was not interested in the reaction of most of them, only one. He would soon find out if Nicademus had been given all the files and read all the dossiers on the Knights of Ren. ================================================================== Outside of the Command Base...The sky over the advancing Imperial army and its commanders would light up as bright as the sun as a fierce hail of a precise orbital bombardment struck five areas somewhere between one and two leagues in front of the First Order's troops. The salvo blasted away trees and terrain within a full mile radius of their targets. It was a brilliant array of green and blue lasers as they flashes from the sky, not once, not twice, but three total salvos from a trio of orbital Star Destroyers. The sight was both terrifying and awe-inspiring as devastation was left within the wake of this bombardment from orbit. Once the skies became silenced after a trio of these bursts, the sky would be swarming with TIE Bombers as they carpet-bombed the regions recently struck by bombardments. Proton bombs and ionized ammunition creates blues hues upon the horizon as they struck their unseen targets from above. With the skies finally quiet within an hour, a general order from the Supreme Commander came through: Advance.
The entire army came to life from its defensive positions as it began to advance once more. It was an eerie march however as the surrounding area was voided of Chiss soldiers and machinery for miles. Not a single soul could be seen nor detected upon their sensors as AT-ATs and troop transports moved forward with the main army. Some ways ahead of them, the smoldering remains of hidden Chiss encampments would lie in wait as their answer to the sudden silence of the enemy force's most immediate opposition...
When the truth came to light upon the center group of the Imperial 9th Army, reports would fly in, detailing the devastation upon the closest of the Hand's hidden encampments. There were twisted wrecks of vehicles, smoldering corpses of soldiers and blasted craters the size of a small asteroid. The standards of the Hand were burned into nonexistence, its buildings nothing but ruins. The soldiers walked steady and true through the devastation as the First Order continued its march for the Tower of the Hand... In the eyes of Nicademus, this war was all but won at this point with his recent display of tactics. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2016 20:44:42 GMT -8
PVT Hoch, the Stormtrooper that had escorted Faina to 1LT Foresi, stops upon reaching the temporary HQ that has been set up, sketching a salute as he says to Nicolina, Loo! Got an Imperial Knight here to see you.
Nicolina, her back to Hoch and Faina momentarily as she finishes listening to her new orders, holds up a hand to request a moment, says to the officer her orders were relayed by, Roger, and then turns around to see the Imperial Knight Hoch has brought to see her. Nicolina's surprised expression is hidden beneath her helmet, seeing Faina after so long a surprise, as is the change in the Imperial Knight's appearance, demeanor, and bearing. Her tone betraying none of her thoughts, Nicolina salutes Hoch crisply and then tells him, Dismissed, PVT. Allowing some of her military rigidity to drop momentarily after Hoch has gone, Nicolina reaches out to clasp the Imperial Knight's shoulder as she says, Good to see you again, Nikulin. Gotta say, Nicolina cannot resist adding in a voice intended to be equal parts concerned and simply bantering, you look like absolute hell though.
Punching the Imperial Knight on the shoulder, Nicolina turns and points towards the north of their position while, having learned of the impending orbital bombardment, saying, C'mon, you probably don't want to miss this, just before the first salvo of the bombardment begins. Shouting to be heard of the roar of the continuing attack, Nicolina says, We've got a bit of time to rest up before the order to renew the advance is given, and, frankly, you look like you could use it. You won't be much use to anyone if you're as exhausted as you look.
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jan 18, 2016 21:35:39 GMT -8
Harnan sat fully armoured atop his personal AT-AT as the rain came beating down, his clothes stained with a mixture of blood and mud, whilst his personal squad of Riot Control Stormtroopers were holed up inside the walker. None of them really understood why the Knight of Ren chose to sit out there, many of them trading comments about how crazy he was, even if they all agreed it was pretty bad ass to ride into battle like that. Since returning from Deralia, he and Illaria had been given little reprieve, since Nicademus had launched this campaign at the same time as they had headed to Deralia. But it was not from a lack of rest that Harnan now sat atop the walker, decidedly unhappy with the current state of events. No, it had been his brief discussion with their Master that had put him in such a foul mood, and now he was forced into a situation he cared very little for. It was then that he looked down, and noticed Illaria tromping through the mud, headed for the base of operations that the First Order was operating out of for this campaign. For now, she remained safe, as he leaned over the edge of the AT-AT and called down to her
You good down there? Don't need a lift anywhere do you?
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Faina Delvardus
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jan 18, 2016 22:53:01 GMT -8
Shouting to be heard of the roar of the continuing attack, Nicolina says, We've got a bit of time to rest up before the order to renew the advance is given, and, frankly, you look like you could use it. You won't be much use to anyone if you're as exhausted as you look.
Shaking her head resolutely when told she looks as though she needs rest, Faina says in a firm, dry tone which brooks no argument, "I'm not exhausted. You'll be sending scouts ahead before the order to resume the advance is given, Faina continues without a pause in which Nicolina might make one of her silly little jokes, not asking a question since she is familiar enough with the tactics many Stormtroopers employ after all of the battles she has fought among them. I'll go out with them, she concludes, once more not asking since she does not, in the end, fall under Nicolina's command and can therefore decide for herself what she will do in order to fulfill her mission of assisting the Stormtrooper platoon. Accompanying the scouts will, at the very least, be better than simply waiting for the order to advance, and Faina can always re-join the main body of the platoon when the advance begins. Turning from the view of the bombardment, Faina asks, Where can I find your scouts?" |
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Jan 18, 2016 23:48:45 GMT -8
With a hiss the doors of the Command Base opened and out of the rain enters Darth Rebellious followed closely by a team of six newly christened Storm Commandos. With haste the seven shadows clad in black advanced through the prefabricated structure, poised with purpose. As the group entered the area where Nicademus was observing the holomaps, the Sith and his team approached slowly, the Dark Lord himself removing his hood and bowing his head in acknowledgement of the First Order's leader before addressing him.
"Supreme Commander..."
The Darth said as he raised his head with the commandos behind him standing at attention and saluting their superior. He looked upon the Imperial with his amber-colored eyes, he could clearly see that the campaign was taking a toll on the man, but as the saying goes, heavy is the head that wears the crown. However, the darksider wasn't there to console a man who knew clearly the burden he was bearing, there were pressing matters to discuss. Rebellious crossed his arms across his chest and began to speak once again to Nicademus.
"It would appear that you are well on your way to take the Tower, but there seems to be another target that needs attention. My intelligence officers have informed me that they have observed transmissions being sent to Chiss forces from elsewhere on the planet. It would seem the leader of the Hand has his own private get-away that he has been sending commands from since you arrived."
With a wave of his hand, the Storm Commandos stood at ease.
"I have come to offer you my assistance. Myself and Black Team are prepared to take direct action if you wish it. How would you like to proceed?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2016 0:05:48 GMT -8
Right, Nicolina says when the Imperial Knight claims she is not exhausted despite all evidence to the contrary. Deciding there is nothing to be gained from arguing the point, Nicolina adds in a mildly amused tone even though she cannot help but feel somewhat concerned for Nikulin, On both counts, actually. The Imperial Knight never really had much sense of humor, Nicolina thinks to herself as she takes a moment to study the woman's face, trying to gain a sense of what might be going on behind her stoic facade, and Faina always seemed to have a stick up her bum, but she never looked . . . haunted like she does now either. Guessing that now is not the time to see if she could get Nikulin to open up and confirm her suspicions, Nicolina decides to just let the Imperial Knight have what she wants, or seems to think she wants.
Motioning towards a pair of scout troopers sitting nearby and checking their weapons and gear over, Nicolina calls over to them with a nod towards Faina, Gerou, Grahn, she's with you, and then claps Faina on the back heartily as she says, You'll get along great with those two, trust me. Gerou and Grahn, her platoon's forward observers, are not exactly known for their skill at keeping a conversation going, both exhibiting a stoic silence similar to Faina's that will probably mean the trio exchange no more words than absolutely necessary.
After the scout troopers have rearmed and resupplied themselves, they set out with Faina for the observation point they have selected; the journey proving an uneventful one as they encounter only the still, eerily silent jungle after the bombardment has ended, and are, after setting up, able to spot no signs of their enemy's presence.
Despite the assurances her forward observers offer, Nicolina has her platoon spread out and advance cautiously all the same when the order to resume the advance is given and they join the rest of the First Order's forces as they press on through the rain lashed jungle for their ultimate objective.
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jan 19, 2016 8:30:14 GMT -8
Nyra watched as the bombardment took place, smiling at the death and destruction. It was time she moved out. Walking back into the rain, Nyra touched her ear when she received the general Order to advance from the commlink she had been given. She rolled her eyes before flagging down a troop transport that was heading to the front.
Nyra let out a slow breath and gathered herself before she jumped from the still flying transport, using the Force to slow her descent. Her face was scraped by tree branches as she fell into the jungle past the bombardment area and she hit the ground, sinking into the mud. Nyra cursed and pulled her boots out and began trudging around, lightsaber at the ready.
Nyra felt out with the Force, trying to feel for anyone near her. She could feel people, but she could not see people. Nyra closed her eyes and searched harder. She gritted her teeth as she searched the area using the Force. It was not an ability she was good at, but she was not going to trudge around in the mud all day. She reached her arm out, feeling the area she was searching. Finally her hand tightened around the air.
"Found you!"
Nyra's lightsaber lit up as blaster fire began to come at her from ahead of the woman's position. Nyra moved the side and deflected two bolts with her lightsaber, sending them flying back towards their attacking, but hitting the trees and ground near them. Nyra reached out her hand again and yanked it back. A soldier came flying from the trees and was cut in half at the waste by her lightsaber. Nyra advanced forward through the blaster shots with her signature, crazed smile upon her face.
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Varik Ren
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Post by Varik Ren on Jan 19, 2016 16:30:01 GMT -8
The Supreme Commander's gaze would move away from the holomap for a second to see Varik standing casually on the opposite side of where the Imperial stood. Varik Ren, the latest member of the Knights of Ren, who had revealed himself shortly before the Unknown Region's campaign went underway. He was an imposing member to say the least, but one who had an interesting species back. A Dazouri, two forms; rest and rage. He wondered what form this was for a moment before Nicademus returned his gaze to the holomap.That is hardly the case, Varik Ren... I purposefully let these Chiss soldiers initiate their counterattack. Commanders can easily misinterpret the ever changing status of the battlefield. And they have made themselves more vulnerable than ever before. Now... its just a matter of processing some visual intel from orbit. Why don't you look for yourself?He keys the holomap to reveal a geographical holoimage of the terrain between where the Imperial forces were advancing and encamped and next two leagues in front of their advancing position. Some time would pass before red circles began to appear upon the map, revealing the enemy's position from where they had sallied forth. Most likely hidden encampments and staging areas that visuals could not detect, given the forested region. Nicademus turns to the communications officer nearby, pointing at what was revealed.Order the Praetorian, the Mordred and Tempest to initiate precision orbital bombardments of those areas. I want everything covered within a mile radius of those targets. Three salvos, then send in the bombers to mop up with a wave of starfighters to scan the area.The officer nods and begins hailing the fleet. Nicademus would look at the holomap, watching the flashing red indicators upon the visual. A grin flickers upon his face for a moment before vanishing. The Hand would pay for their tenacity in this very hour...
The diminutive Knight watched, barely due to his height, the holotable as the slaughter played out. It looked like Nicademus thought the battle was won. Maybe he was right but the war was far from over.“I-I-I-I-I-I don't believe you would employ the same tactic with the location of the majority of the enemy forces Commander!?” Varik quickly scampered around the table to next to Nicademus, barely making it up to his chest in height, even on the human. He controlled the map to zoom out even further to include the Fortress of the Hand in the picture. There were no enemy markers on the map but it did show the forces of the First Order moving in.“I believe the d-d-d-data banks in the fortressss are why you came to Nirauan and that is the only reason you have not b-b-b-bombarded the fortressss from orbit yet. The e-e-e-enemy know this and they have gathered their forces-es-es-es-es within. The coming fight willlll be b-bloody and it may become a hollow victory for you if you do not utilise-se-se-se your forces corre-e-e-e-e-ectly.” Varik was of course referring to the Knights of Ren but he was also fishing for information about any other force users that he may have at his disposal. He soon go his answer as the Dazouri switched his view from the Supreme Commander to glance down the gantry of the command centre. A split second later Darth Rebellious and his troopers entered. Varik stepped a few paces to the side of Nicademus and hissed slightly under his breath. He was not a fan of those that called themselves “Sith”. |
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Jan 19, 2016 17:40:10 GMT -8
The pair of Gamma-class shuttles set down on the landing pads just outside the HQ. While the ramps did drop, the Novatroopers inside stayed where they were. They would be deploying elsewhere soon enough anyway. Only Marcos exited, taking a moment to stop & look at the rain soaked jungles of this world. This would be a good fight.
-Marcos
Angel, with me.
The surprise wasn't that Marcos called for a squad to head in with him, more so it was that the various Company Captains had yet to figure out how Marcos seemed to pick up the call-signs of the troops under his command. Sergeant 'Angel' LA-5004 the man in charge of 2nd Squad, 2nd Platoon quickly marshalled his nine troopers out of the shuttle after Marcos.
It wasn't long before the line of troops had entered the command room, though not before multiple stops for security checks & identity confirmations. Snapping a salute at the Supreme Commander across the tactical map, Marcos formally introduced himself. He saw the diminutive being talking with the Supreme Commander, but ignored it like all the other pointless beings in room. It would only be worthy of notice if it pulled a weapon. Then it would die.
-Marcos
Sir, Major LE-9615, Marcos. 12th SMB/N. This is Sargeant LA-5004, Angel & his squad. They will be providing additional security.
He paused long enough for the squad to finish their salute & take up a defensive spread around the room.
-Marcos
The rest of 3rd Company is awaiting orders to deploy. The rest of the Battalion is waiting in orbit, just in case.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 19, 2016 19:25:34 GMT -8
“I believe the d-d-d-data banks in the fortressss are why you came to Nirauan and that is the only reason you have not b-b-b-bombarded the fortressss from orbit yet. The e-e-e-enemy know this and they have gathered their forces-es-es-es-es within. The coming fight willlll be b-bloody and it may become a hollow victory for you if you do not utilise-se-se-se your forces corre-e-e-e-e-ectly.” "It would appear that you are well on your way to take the Tower, but there seems to be another target that needs attention. My intelligence officers have informed me that they have observed transmissions being sent to Chiss forces from elsewhere on the planet. It would seem the leader of the Hand has his own private get-away that he has been sending commands from since you arrived." |
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 19, 2016 20:19:33 GMT -8
“Shut up, Harnan! I’m still not speaking to you!” Illaria shouted over the sound of the rain pelting the outer hull of the AT-AT as her feet squelched in the mud. Rain dripped down her form, soaking her heated body beneath her combat armour. Despite the fact that this monsoon could easily ruin anyone’s day not to mention the annoyance of constantly getting one’s boot stuck in the mud, Illaria seemed unfazed by it all. Though, admittedly, Illaria was still furious with Harnan, they were on better terms than they had been only days ago after he had dragged her up to the Tower of the Knights of Ren to speak with Soku. She understood a bit better now where his concern was coming from, while still tinged with jealousy; he was ultimately just trying to protect her as he always had. Tilting her head to look up at Harnan, a small smile crossed her lips. “Hey Harnan! Have fun out here in the rain all alone!” She shouted up at him, the amusement reflecting in her voice. Pausing in her steps, Illaria decided she had quite enough of this rain and mud to last her for a while. After all, she had just decided to pop outside for a bit to take a walk and cool her body down. This was her version of taking a cold shower after the quickie she had just taken part in with the Supreme Commander. Sure, he left her more than satisfied, but the teasing as he walked out the door had done her in.
Opting for a quicker mode of travel back to the base, Illaria selected the form of a Schinga Shikou. Nicknamed the ‘serpent-stallion’, she thought this was perhaps fitting given the day she had thus far. Taking off at a run, Illaria’s head was the first part of her body that began to change. Elongating into a toothed maw and snout, her eyes migrated to the side of her head as her ears stretched backward and flattened, attaching themselves to her quickly growing oblong-shaped skull. Then her hair began to reform as part of the frill that followed the crest of her head. This crest began to expand along the back of her skull and trailed down the center of her back, rising up directly from her spinal column and as it traversed down her body, smooth scales followed in its wake. As the Shapeshifter’s head underwent this elongation process, her limbs straightened and lengthened as well before completely joining with her torso as it undulated and filled out. Her legs stretched into an extended, muscular tail that served to drive her new body forward through the muck and puddles of water. The transformation was complete. A primal roar sounded from her fanged maw as she drove herself forward with much greater ease than before.
The first thing that struck the Shapeshifter was the increased intensity of her sense of smell. It was as if she had just been born into an entirely different world. She could suddenly smell everything and it very nearly overloaded her brain as she took in all the new scents available to her palate. She could smell the tang of Harnan’s aftershave as he lazily sat atop his AT-AT quite some distance behind her. Some kind of small insect was busy chittering away in a series of caves to the south and it had a rather metallic and almost organic blood-related scent to it, fire creepers, she guessed. And then….there was something else. Something else that drifted on the currents of the wind. Pausing in her slithering, the Schinga-clad shapeshifter raised her nose to the air and flicked out her long tongue to get a better sense of what she had come across. It was the musty, sickly smell of sweat. Some kind of humanoid, but beyond that she tasted the unmistakable flavour of fear mixed with a noticeably foreign scent. She was not quite sure what it was, but it was definitely not human like Harnan or any of the other First Order troops she had come across.
Crossing the terrain with all haste, Illaria suddenly ripped into the forest, shredding the underbrush and vines as she raced to the base of a tree. A shrill scream could be heard as she rose up to a gruesome height upon the latter half of her body and plucked a Chiss soldier out of the summit of the tree, interrupting his plans of setting up a sniper rifle. Grabbing him with her mouth, the popping noises that her teeth made upon puncturing the skin caused his scarlet eyes to widen then loll in defeat as she squeezed even harder with her jaw, blood running down the scales lining her mouth. The Shapeshifter shook him around as a predator would to disorient its prey before flipping him up into the air and swallowing him whole with a rather large gulp. This caused the soldier’s partner, and she could only guess his spotter, to hightail it out of the forest and back out onto the open terrain in full view of the base. As if he were not making enough noise, watching a 'serpent-stallion' race across the muddy plains would have been enough to draw anyone's attention. Easily catching up to the Chiss, the Schinga-clad shapeshifter grabs him within her fanged maw and pauses momentarily to slam him against the wet ground. It was rather irritating when one’s prey tried to gouge out your eyes as they came to terms with their demise. Luckily, this only knocked the Chiss unconscious as Illaria resumed her original course and took off once more toward the First Order base.
Coming up on the base’s entrance much faster than Harnan or anyone else could have hoped to reach it, several troopers standing guard began to shift around nervously the closer she got. Just as they were about ready to fire, the rather large ‘serpent-stallion’ reared up on its latter half, dropping the punctured yet still breathing Chiss soldier to the ground. As she dropped the soldier, Illaria began to take on the form of her more familiar Firrerreo shape. Her legs and arms were the first recognizable parts of her anatomy to resume a humanoid form as the large muscular bulk of the Schinga shrunk and decreased to a more normalized size. As the crest retracted up her back, the Shapeshifter’s lower half resumed normality with the scales retreating in sync. All the while, her head slowly returned to that of a symmetrical humanoid, Illaria’s golden skin the last feature to revert.
The now Firrerreo-clad shapeshifter merely flashed a smile at the Stormtroopers now standing at attention, recognizing her the moment her electrum-hued combat armour became apparent. Steam wafted off her skin as she looked around and tilted her head to the side, cracking her neck beneath the cover of her black silk-lined mantle. Pulling the fabric up over her head, Illaria’s face was cast in shadow while the remaining fabric of the mantle cascaded over her left shoulder and down to the back of her knees. Gracefully bending down, she hoisted the Chiss soldier over her shoulder and stepped into the First Order base. Any quiet chatter that had been flowing through the halls ceased the moment Illaria had ominously stepped foot inside the entrance of the base. A grave darkness heralded the Knight of Ren’s arrival, smothering the edges of one’s awareness and causing one's skin to prickle under its caress. Lesser officers and soldiers of the First Order pressed against the walls, eyes downcast and heads bowed, as she passed them by with her Chiss cargo in tow. Illaria did as any superior being would do when confronted with those that were her lesser. She ignored them and stalked through the hall as if it were her own personal runway. Everyone would get out of her way whether she had to use the Force or not. Approaching the main room with a Chiss soldier draped over her shoulder, all eyes were suddenly upon the Lady Ren before discipline dictated they return to their work lest they wished to end up sharing a fate with the Chiss. Her electrum-hued combat armour clinked as the metal plates collided with one another, lightsaber hilts jingling on her belt with each step. “Supreme Commander.” Illaria purred, both as a greeting and acknowledgement of his title. Though, there was far more to her words than merely a greeting, betraying a complexity only one would be able to decipher. Behind the smile she flashed at him, therein lay the memory of what had occurred between them no less than 30 minutes ago as he pinned her to the wall of his makeshift office and silenced her begging mouth. “I brought you a present.” The Shapeshifter said as she unceremoniously dumped the body of the Chiss on the floor before Nicademus. “Funny story…while I was out on a stroll through the forest, I made a new friend.” Illaria deadpanned. Looking down curiously at the still living and breathing body of the unconscious Chiss, who suspiciously had multiple puncture wounds arrayed about his torso that appeared to resemble the shape of a jaw, she nudged him a bit with her boot.
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Harnan Ren
Knights of Ren
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Affiliation: Knights of Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jan 20, 2016 21:10:38 GMT -8
He knew she was still not entirely happy with him, but everything he had ever done for her had always been to protect her, even if he had been somewhat misguided at times. Jealousy had indeed gotten the better of him in the matter with the Supreme Commander, but at the same time, there had been something of a practical side to letting Soku know of the slight change to the alliance between the Knights and the First Order. Regardless, he was now paying the price for his actions, and not just by Illaria being angry with him. As she shifted into her Schinga form, he shouted once more after her, certain she would still hear it
You could have just said that you didn't want to ride my mount!
At the very least, things between them were slowly improving, but there was still a long road ahead of him to redemption. As the rain continued to beat down around him, he watched from afar as the bulk of the First Order forces continued their march towards The Hand of Thrawn. For now, the stormtrooper forces under his command, and by extension, the Knights of Ren, would remain where they were, since he was merely here as insurance. But even so, he dropped down through a hatch into the bowels of the AT-AT, landing perfectly in the middle of the top floor, before a number of holo projectors activated, displaying the command center planning room around him, whilst a hologram of him appeared in the base. He remained in a corner of the room, his arms crossed, as he nodded to Varik Ren, before turning his attention to Illaria as she entered the room at the base with a Chiss prisoner
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Faina Delvardus
The First Order
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jan 21, 2016 5:32:18 GMT -8
Motioning towards a pair of scout troopers sitting nearby and checking their weapons and gear over, Nicolina calls over to them with a nod towards Faina, Gerou, Grahn, she's with you, and then claps Faina on the back heartily as she says, You'll get along great with those two, trust me.
The Scouts are both silent for the trek through the eerily still, quiet jungle, which suits Faina just fine as she just as silently accompanies them towards where they have eventually set up their observation point and the purgatorial waiting for the order to advance is given, or until some sign of enemy activity offers a chance for Faina to mercifully lose herself in another battle.
It is the latter which eventually ends the trio's silent vigil, the sound of blaster fire coming from somewhere nearby as . . . Nyra advanced forward through the blaster shots with her signature, crazed smile upon her face. "Let your lieutenant know where the blaster fire is coming from, a predatory smile surfacing on her lips as she begins to call the Force to her and adds, Tell her I've gone ahead to investigate." Moving through the jungle at the preternatural speeds her command of the Force make available to her, Faina reaches the point where Nyra had encountered the foes of the First Order in little time at all. Scarcely noting Nyra's presence at all in her eagerness to lose herself in the fight, Faina ignites her silvery white as she nears the enemy position. Seeking to eliminate the advantage distance grants her blaster wielding foes, Faina makes a Force enabled leap toward their position, ignoring the blaster bolts that sear her left side and right bicep as she closes the distance, and after she lands among the enemy, begins to mercilessly cut them down. |
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