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Post by Azria Delvardus on Feb 9, 2016 23:50:41 GMT -8
Azria met her brother’s gaze, the same blue eyes that she saw in the mirror each morning stared right back at her. They shared that same deadly intelligence that warned others against the folly of underestimation. It was strange almost. He was not how she remembered him when they had been younger, something she was beginning to realize more and more with each passing day since they had gotten back in touch with one another. Nicademus had become so much more than she remembered and she was proud to call him her brother. She was also proud that he had elevated her to her current station, so that she too could help build this fierce war machine at his side. Without words, the First Commissar was perceptive enough to see that her suggestion was not going to fly, though she did not allow her misgivings to show. Her expression remained carefully neutral at all times, for emotion was akin to a weak point in a suit of armour. All it took was one solid hit to that particular point before it was all over.
Forcibly releasing her breath through her nose, the Imperial merely nodded and yielded to her superior. “Very well, Supreme Commander. I shall have the forces you suggested accompany me.” Where it may have once been in Azria’s nature to object further to his order or even disobey it had she still been the girl he had left on Eriadu, she was no longer. The Imperial stood stiffly in her freshly pressed charcoal uniform and greatcoat, hands clasped at her back. This attire marked her as a high-ranking officer, a fighter and defender of the First Order’s ideals. She is barely recognizable as the girl she was only a decade ago. And perhaps others thought her foolish for following in her brothers’ footsteps, but where were they now? What had they accomplished? She had not risen to the rank she had by riding on either of her brother’s coattails. Azria deserved this and she knew it. As a soldier, she was quite a bit smaller than the others and consequently, had barely met the height requirements, but she could hold her own as well as any other soldier in the First Order. Along the way, she had learned discipline and respect, and being a fast learner had allowed her to quickly rise in rank. Though she was by no means a match for the military tactician either of her brothers proved to be, she recognized the cleverness of her brother’s orders.
Nicademus did have a point, Azria conceded. Perhaps the enemy could be subdued with a show of power as an opening tactic, of which his forces could certainly provide an ample display of might. Conceivably, the right display of might may even save them further bloodshed as their fleets went head to head. Though, she quite hated to waste their soldiers on such a task, which would be a certainty in one such like this as they provided her with the distraction requisite for this mission. “I acknowledge the wisdom in your commands and shall carry them out to the best of my abilities. If that will be all, sir?” She waited for Nicademus to dismiss her with the wave of his hand before she turned on her heel and strode a ways across the deck of the command bridge toward several of the officers from her division.
One of the officers, Lieutenant Thane Vance, broke off from the group and offered a crisp salute before standing at attention. “Sir, we have just received word from the Resurgence. The Knights of Ren are preparing to mount an offensive against the Ascendancy’s flagship as well. They require that you join them on the Resurgence to rendezvous before launching the boarding party.” Azria frowns and gives a little huff, stalking off to stand near one of the forward viewports, hands still clasped behind her back. “Sir? Shall I send a reply?” The Imperial remains silent and the Lieutenant knows better than to question her further, simply opting to wait it out for her disciplinary measures were not a gentle matter. She turns her head slightly to glance over her shoulder at the officer. “Who was it that extended the offer?”
“Sir, it was Lord Harnan Ren.” Azria narrowed her gaze and turned back to look across the battlefield, picking out the Resurgence’s outline. Who was he to request such a thing of her? Pursing her lips, she dismisses the thought and turns on her heel to depart from the command bridge. “Notify the Resurgence that we will dock at 0400 barring any mishaps along the way.” As the First Commissar walks by the Lieutenant, she motions for him to follow her and he quickly signals for one of the other officers to relay the message as he complies with her command, following closely at her heels. “Go rouse Captain Blackwall and inform him that he is to report to the main hangar bay of the Resurgence no later than 0400 with his most skilled squad.” Azria does not even pause in her stride or turn to the face the officer following her as she relays her orders in a calm and collected manner. “See to it that Alpha Squad is assembled in the main hangar bay.” She turns a corner in the hallway and pauses at the entrance to her personal quarters. “Also, fetch a squad of commandos and marines, each, as well as a squad of Imperial Knights. I hardly think we will need two. And make sure they are all ready to depart upon my arrival.”
“Yes, sir.” As Azria dismisses him with a wave of her hand, the Lieutenant quickly turns and hurries off to carry out her commands. The First Commissar is quick to remove her uniform and slip into a sleek black body glove, zipping it all the way up her neck. First, pulling on a pair of cuisse, she snaps them into place before seating herself on the bed that dominated her sleeping quarters. Sliding on her boots, she lays her greaves over them before snapping a pair of segmented sabatons over top. Springing up from the bed, Azria is quick to grab the chest plate from her wardrobe before beginning to assemble the armour that covers each bicep and sliding a pair of mirrored pauldrons in place. Slinging a utility belt and some ammunition holders around her waist, she fastens them tightly before moving on to draw an armourweave cape over her shoulders. The armourweave settles, cascading down her body as she secures it over one shoulder, the red lining of the cape standing in stark contrast to the remaining black. Bending down, she straps a serrated combat knife to her lower leg and a holster with her SE-44C blaster pistol to her upper thigh. Next came a pair of crush gauntlets, not that she needed the extra strength in one arm, but she found them useful all the same. Lastly, she shoulders her F-11D blaster rifle with a matching chromium finish as she hurriedly exits her quarters and heads down to the Praetorian's main hangar bay.
It is not long before two Atmospheric Assault Landers touch down within the confines of the Resurgence’s main hangar bay, landing struts groaning in protest as the full weight of the ships settled upon them. The boarding ramp to one of the dropships slowly lowers to the floor with a hiss of escaping steam. Before long, the First Commissar descends the ramp with an almost military precision, yet there is something unusually graceful about the way she moves, belying the musculature hidden by the mirrored chromium armour. Each move she made was a calculated decision. While the Imperial was small in stature, compared to the masses of Stormtroopers hurriedly removing themselves from her path – parting like the legs of Sohei’s pleasure slaves – she was the one you prayed would be at your side on the battlefield. As resourceful and tactically-minded as she was, she would always fight and always have your back should you prove yourself worthy. Though, to the cowards and the traitors, she was certain death – they stood a better chance trying to survive the war rather than her wrath. Alone, her stature afforded her an advantage in that most were apt to underestimate her, though she governed her units not by fear for that was useless to her. No, the key to her control – to dominance – was to win submission through respect, which was the true craft of a master.
As the First Commissar wanders up to stand alongside Sohei, she shoulders her rifle and cocks a knee, resting her free hand on her hip. “Mmm…” She hums in approval. “It is an excellent likeness, I will agree with you there.” A smirk dances across her crimson lips as she turns her head slightly to regard the Knight of Ren. The Imperial’s eyes were a vortex of white-blue, as if a blizzard were eternally raging within her irises, ringed in silver and sapphire. They glittered with the sharp gleam of a predator stalking her prey. Her gaze was both wise and at the same time, spoke of her youth. It demanded respect and promised severe consequences for denying her. Her features and behaviour were refined and exquisitely controlled, so it was rather unusual for her to be as vulgar as she was about to be with Sohei. “However….I would argue that my ass looks far better in person.” Her voice heavy with an Imperial accent betrays her upbringing, yet remains refined all the same as she speaks confidently, certain there is no argument about the truth of her words. There was something almost enigmatic about the grin she flashed him – as if she were challenging him on some metaphysical level, daring him to continue this game of dejarik with her.
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Feb 10, 2016 1:10:20 GMT -8
Xakire stood on the bridge of his Nebula Class Star Destroyer, Victory. He gazed out the viewport at the raging battle enjoying watching the damage that his fleet was inflicting on the various Chiss ships. This was the moment his men had been waiting for for generations House Kaiser had waited patiently to build their power and waiting for a worthy empire to serve. They watched as the Sepratists rose but they were not worth revealing the hidden power of the exiled Alderaanian noble house. They watched the Empire rise too and although they actively supported the empire they kept their power hidden to the galaxy, it was only now that they would reveal themselves to the movement. Xakire felt immence pride that all the work his ancestors had put in would finally pay of and he was their to wield this power finally and power felt good.
Xakire knew the Chiss would fight to the last man but it was only a matter of time before the shear numbers and raw firepower that the First Order possessed would crush all opposition on Csillia and in due time countless other systems. Xakire was still eager to prove himself to the Supreme Commander even though he has participated in the subjugation of Bastion he still felt he need to prove the Supreme Commander. Xakire found it strange taking orders from a non-force user, he knew that his ancestors and the first Xakire only ever took orders from powerful Sith and here he was now taking orders from a non-force human. Xakire gave this some more thought but decided that Delvardus was worthy of wielding such power.
Xakire turned to his second in command Admiral Quinn. Quinn's family was as much a part of House Kaiser as Xakire was having served House Kaiser since the Cold War.
Have we recived any orders yet? Xakire used his usual authorative tone he normaly used.
No sir we haven't recived any communications yet. Perhaps they have their hands full or are having communication problems, my Lord?
Xakire stood their in sielence for a moment before answering Or perhaps they simply do not have any spesific orders for us. Keep trying to get the Preatorian on on comms and keep firing!
Xakire turned his gaze once more to the battle. Soon the Chiss would be forced to surender like so many systems before them and like so many to follow them.
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Feb 10, 2016 14:21:15 GMT -8
First Order Mission Log: High Admiral Savage/Inspection/Service#V1158969
Time: 0330 hrs (Standard Military Time)
Location: Csilla's Orbit, Unknown Regions. On board the Legacy of the Void
First Contact.
The Legacy of the Void decelerated from hyperspace on the dark side of the planet, which happened to be the exact opposite area from where the rest of the First Order Fleet was already heavily engaged. Viox Savage, dressed in a neatly pressed black uniform bearing the appropriate markings of the First Order as well as his rank and several other campaign ribbons, stood before the main viewport with his hands clasped behind his back. The bridge was bustling with activity already. The holo-pedestal to Savage's left shimmered to life. The ghostly avatar of Rampant Savage snapped into view. Before the A.I could speak, Viox was already speaking.
"It seems the Supreme Commander decided to start the fun without us. Divert all non-essential power into the forward shields. Scan all available targets in range and prioritize threat levels."
Savage scowled, scanning the battle before him, waiting for Rampant's response. A few minutes later, the A.I's image appeared again.
"All non-essential systems have been shut down and their power diverted to the forward shields. We have four Chiss Carriers, two Chiss Assault Cruisers and two Chiss Star Destroyers within range, with the Star Destroyers being the biggest threat."
Savage brought a gloved hand to his chin for a moment. After pondering his options, he addressed the A.I again.
"Move us up. Engage both of the Chiss Star Destroyers. Have two of our Vics move up and engage the assault cruisers and have the other two move up and engage the carriers. Deploy all fighter wings as well. If these Chiss like to think they are the superior race, let's make the arrogant blue bastards think otherwise."
The A.I bowed its head in understanding.
"Of course sir. Will that be all?"
Savage merely surveyed the chaotic battle before him, thinking. After a several second pause, he addressed the A.I again.
"Inform the Supreme Commander that we have arrived and that the second half of Void Command is on its way. Get me a status report from the entire fleet, Delvardus' ships included. Also, if Lord Xakire is present, hail him on an encrypted frequency."
The A.I nodded once again.
"Understood my lord."
As the A.I's avatar dissipated from view, Rampant was already busily carrying out his orders. He opened two separate comm lines between Supreme Commander Delvardus' flagship and Lord Xakire's flagship under the proper First Order encryption.
Praetorian, this is Rampant Savage of the Legacy of the Void informing you that the High Admiral has arrived and is presently engaging the Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet. The High Admiral is also requesting a sit-rep from your fleet in order to better coordinate our efforts.
While part of Rampant was communicating with the Supreme Commander's ship, he was also addressing Lord Xakire on board the Victory.
Attention Victory. This is Rampant Savage of the High Admiral's flagship Legacy of the Void. The High Admiral requests a sit-rep from your fleet in order to better coordinate our efforts. Please update your fleet status at your earliest convenience.
With both messages sent out to their appropriate ships, Rampant continued to monitor his fleet's status, correcting and compensating for human error whenever he encountered it.
The Void bore down on the two Chiss Star Destroyers, firing mercilessly upon them. This would become the First Order's finest hour. Savage was sure of it.
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Post by Thomas Blackwall [Retired] on Feb 10, 2016 15:28:54 GMT -8
First Order Stormtrooper Corp. Mission Log: Cpt. Blackwall, Thomas/Inspection/Service#48764
Time: 0345 hours (Standard Military Time)
Location: Csilla's Orbit. Unknown Regions. Praetorian's Crew Deck.
Blackwall stood fully armored, minus his helmet which was being held under his left arm, before a mirror. He was gazing upon his appearance. He had just spent the better part of the trip to Csilla cleaning his armor and making it inspection worthy. Around him sat his newly assigned squad. While they hadn't taken kindly to him right off the start, after several training runs, they had changed their tune. Not many of the youngsters could appreciate the honed skills of a veteran Stormtrooper from the Galactic Empire. Not that there were many left either, come to think of it but still, these young pups thought the were the cream of the crop. Blackwall had put each one of the five members of his squad in their place. And now they had respected him. If felt good to be fighting for a cause rather than hiding out on Bastion. With the First Order's liberation of the planet, following the subsequent death of the former Moff ruler, Blackwall had willingly pledged his allegiance to the First Order. He was a soldier. He needed a cause to support and fight for, especially when he knew of no other life style. Fighting for a cause was the only thing he had ever known.
As Blackwall raised up his helmet and slid it down over his head, the door buzzer chimed indicating they had a visitor. With a satisfactory hiss-click the helmet sealed with the rest of his suit. Blackwall then turned on his heel and moved to the door. With the typical whoosh of the hydraulics releasing, the door was open. One of the First Commissar's entourage of officers was standing before him. It was Lieutenant Thane Vance. Blackwall immediately snapped to attention and held a crisp salute until the Lieutenant returned it.
Blackwall:"Lieutenant. What brings you all the way down here?"
Lieutenant Vance wasted no time in dawdling. He cut straight to the point.
"Captain Blackwall. The First Commissar wishes for you and your squad to rendezvous in the main hangar in fifteen minutes."
Blackwall nodded in acknowledgement.
Blackwall:"Understood. We'll be there."
The two men exchanged salutes once more and just like that, Lt. Vance was gone. Blackwall turned around to face his team. His voice gruff but authoritative.
Blackwall:"Alright ladies, the First Commissar wants us in the main hangar in ten minutes. I, for one, am not about to disappoint the Commissar. You all know how...favorable she is of her disciplinary actions. Get locked and loaded. We move out in seven."
The team snapped to it. From sliding into a black body-glove to affixing armor plates and checking over their gear, the team was ready to move within the seven minute span that Blackwall had allotted. As the team formed up at the door, Blackwall stepped into formation at the head of the group.
Blackwall:"Alright, we move on my mark. To the main hangar. Mark!"
And with that, Blackwall took off at a brisk jog. His side arm was securely fastened to his right thigh and his rifle was held across his chest, stock resting on his right bicep. The rifle was pointed to the floor off to his left and his left hand was clutching the fore grip. Within the span of two minutes, he and his team had entered the main hangar and formed up at attention, awaiting further instructions. Blackwall stood off to the left from his team, awaiting a superior officer to bring further orders down from the top.
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Feb 10, 2016 23:26:06 GMT -8
Xakire, still observing the space battle noticed that more First Order ships had entered the system and he quickly reginised the ships as High Admrial Savage's fleet. He watched as the Legacy of the Void concentrated its fire on the Chiss Star Destroyers. So far Xakire had let his officers choose who and what they wanted to shoot but realising this was the first major space battle Xakire had a command role in he decided he would direct his fleets fire. Xakire turned to Admrial Quinn to issue his orders.
Our allies seem to have enough firepower concentrated on the Chiss Star Destroyer. Concentrate our fire on the Chiss Carriers and have out Raider II Corvettes keep any Chiss fighters off us.
Yes my Lord.
Quinn nodded sharply and repeted Xakire's orders to the rest of the fleet and a few seconds later Xakire's fleet had coordinated its fire.
My Lord? We are reciving a transmisson for the Legacy of the Void, they are requesting a sit-rep to better coordinate with us.
Xakire quickly told Herros what to reply with.
We have just directed our fire towards the Chiss carrier and our Corvettes are dealing with enemy fighters. We havn't been here long so have only recived minimal damage. The Chiss seem to have their hands full. So far we have not recived any orders from the Praetorian so we will follow your directions.
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Feb 10, 2016 23:42:56 GMT -8
Harnan had taken little heed of Sohei's arrival to the Hangar Bay, his brother a little too eccentric for his tastes, which was why he had taken some joy in knowing the trooper that had been sent to find Sohei, had interrupted his alone time. Instead, he finished briefing the squad of all female Riot Control Troopers he was bringing with him on this mission, before dismissing them to their AAL as the First Commisar's own AAL arrived to The Resurgence. He made his way across the hangar bay, over to the AAL that Azria had spotted, which sported a rather rousing image of Azria bent over, quite certain he would have to give a promotion to whoever painted it. Harnan stopped just behind Azria, his gaze lingering just across the top of her head as he examined the image, before nodding in agreement with her statementI certainly have to agree, far nicer in person. On the scale of asses, she is a nine out of ten, this is more like a seven, but still commendable... Ah, First Commissar, how good of you to join us. Alright everyone, time to get moving, we're almost in range of the flagship...Meanwhile, Captain Arlan Lasek had not remained idle, as he sent orders down the various chains of command, ordering ship movements as he took command of the Vanguard Fleet, with Commodore Rhyzio Vance, older brother of Lieutenant Thane Vance, conceeding command of his vessels to better co-orinate the push forward that The Resurgence was making towards The Legacy of Thrawn. The remaining array of Star Destroyer's of varying classifications arrayed themself around the Resugent-class, as it's engines propelled it through the chiss lines, with the Vanguard Fleet doing it's best to match pace and fire on anything attempting to stop the advance. All was going well, until a lone Warlord-class Gunboat decided to try and make a lone stand of defiance against the oncoming behemoth of a Resurgent-class Star Destroyer.
A small alert played on Harnan's HUD, showing the action, as the almost 3000 meter long Resurgent went full speed at the 400 meter long Warlord, his mind briefly being diverted by crude thoughts as the tip of the Resurgence penetarted the hull of the Warlord frigate, forcing it apart to accept the Star Destroyer's vastly superior size. Where once the Warlord had been a commander of smaller ships, the Resurgent dominated the gunship, the Chiss vessel offering no resistance as it was pressed into. If Harnan wasn't already in business before, he certainly was now, as his mind juxtaposed himself and Azria into this situation, as the Resurgence destroyed the Warlord, like he would destroy Azria. The Resurgence shook a little from the rough finish, causing those aboard to feel the impact as the Warlord came apart beneath the touch of the star destroyer. Harnan then leaned his head in close to the side of her head, before whispering in his most sensual voice, barely loud enough for anyone but Azria to hearWas that as good for you, as it was for me?
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Varik Ren
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Post by Varik Ren on Feb 11, 2016 9:14:47 GMT -8
Varik was sat with his legs crossed in his own quarters studying what he had downloaded from the Hand of Thrawn. He was studying historical files of the Chiss Ascendency and their military escapades. The Dazouri was beginning to admire their style of warfare, simple and yet flawed. They relied on their technology far too much and with no Force users in their society, they were missing a key strategic advantage. An advantage that the Knights of Ren and the First Order had in abundance.
His studies were interrupted, quite inconsiderably, by their arrival in orbit above Csilla. It was obvious to all who hadn't been alerted by the shaking of the ship as it came under enemy fire. Varik sighed and rolled his eyes, turning off his console for later. He was no strategist, though he sometimes liked to study military strategy and warfare, and he was no pilot. In an engagement in orbit above a planet he had only one useful function. He was already dressed in his unique black body glove. His body glove was made of a unique material that would expand with his body when he transformed into his Rage Form, though his thick, black fur would always find the gaps and stubbornly stick through. Then it would shrink again when he turned back. This solved the Dazouri problem of not being able to form clothes as part of their shifting, unlike other species.
Walking towards the door of his quarters, the grey being extended his hand and called his staff to him. Only a select few knew the other function of his straight, metallic staff. He slung the harness over his back and his staff hung behind him, almost as tall as he was in this form. The door into the corridor opened automatically and it would seal behind him, denying access to all but him. The corridor was a bustle of activity for a few seconds as crew members rushed to their stations, pilots to their ships and stormtroopers to the hanger bay.
The hanger bay was also his destination, if the First Order could get Varik onto a Chiss ship, Varik could give them the ship. Granted it would have a damaged interior and the crew would all be dead but the result would be much the same. He didn't rush as he walked down the corridor and took the turbolift, he knew there would always be a ship in the hanger for him. Just in case he became stuck in Rage Form and needed to be removed for the ship's safety. He did not enjoy the thought of this and hoped it would never come to that.
The turbolift opened onto the hanger floor and he could see the boarding party already gathering around a group of assault landers. It was clear that additional forces had been despatched to aid the Knight in their inevitable raid on the enemy. A Chromium armoured trooper appeared to be in command of these additional forces, though Varik had not studied the rank insignia of the First Order extensively so he was unsure what rank this trooper held. It mattered not, he began his long walk towards the landers. All walks were long when he was in Rest Form, his legs were not made for this sort of movement.
“W-w-w-w-what a pleasant facad-d-d-de, I'm sure the enemy will all be hot and b-b-b-b-b-b-bothered when we arrive! I call f-f-f-f-f-f-f-front seat!”
Varik was referring to the front of the craft, closest to the boarding ramp. He knew that given the proper motivation he could certainly make an impact on the initial wave of defenders. Although he could tell some of the stormtroopers were looking at his stature and listening to his words and doubting his ability. He would relish in their surprise!
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Feb 11, 2016 17:27:53 GMT -8
First Order Imperial Navy Mission Log: High Admiral Savage/Inspection/Service#V1158969
Time: 0415 hrs (Standard Military Time)
Location: Csilla's Orbit, Unknown Regions. Legacy of the Void engaged with Chiss Fleet.
Engagement.
The Void was heavily engaged against the two Chiss Star Destroyers, but it was faring quite well with High Admiral Savage at the helm. The three vessels exchanged several barrages of turbolaser/megamaser fire as well as a few salvos of torpedoes. Savage sat lazily in his elevated command chair, chin resting on his right hand, on the bridge of his ship. The bridge shuddered slightly under the impact of a megamaser barrage. Aside from that, nothing else happened, so Savage wasn't concerned. He had pushed much older vessels well past their operational limitations and survived. Surely the Void could take a large amount of punishment before he had to be concerned. And, if anything was truly wrong, Rampant would have been on it well before he had sensed anything. As if the A.I knew he had been thinking about him, the pedestal next to the chair sprang to life. Rampant respectfully bowed his head.
"Sire. Reports indicate Commodore King's estimated insertion trajectory from hyperspace will be several thousand kilometers off to our left flank."
Savage inclined his head slightly at the A.I's report.
"Excellent. Link up with the rest of the fleet once they get here. Anything else?"
The A.I made a movement equivalent to the human shrug.
"Nothing particularly interesting. Just the usual contact reports and status updates."
Savage motioned for the A.I to continue.
"Contact reports from Severed and Awakened indicates that the have successfully engaged the Chiss Assault Cruisers. My estimated time until the Cruisers are defeated is currently seven minutes forty-two seconds. Dead Space and Aegis VII report in, having successfully engaged the Chiss Carriers. An update from Xakire's fleet indicates that he has engaged the Carriers as well, while his Corvettes are busily harassing the enemy fighter screens. All fighter wings are currently engaged and are holding their own. No casualties to report yet, but I suspect that will change as the engagement continues. No updates from the Praetorian yet either, but Xakire's fleet is now under your command."
Savage inclined his head in acknowledgment. Death was inevitable, especially during a conflict of this magnitude. But it was nice to have several assets aside from his own under his command. He was, after all, the High Admiral of the First Order. Commanding ships in engagements of this caliber was his forte.
"Inform Xakire to continue on his course of action until such time that I request his ships elsewhere. And that will be all, Rampant. Inform me once these Chiss Star Destroyers are dealt with."
The A.I bowed its head respectfully.
"Of course sire."
Rampant prepped and sent an encrypted message to Xakire's flagship. And then the A.I's avatar dissipated from the pedestal.
Lord Xakire, the High Admiral commends you on your actions thus far and requests that you continue on this course of action until such time as he orders otherwise.
Meanwhile...
Several thousand kilometers off the left flank of where the Void was currently engaged, the rest of Void Command emerged from hyperspace. Commodore King was presently at the helm of the Immobilizer 418 Cruiser identified as the O'Bannon. Ahead of the group were four Chiss Assault Cruisers and six Chiss Carriers. King paled slightly at the overwhelming show of force, but otherwise kept his composure.
"Have the Shadow Demon and Orpheus move up and engage the Assault Cruisers. Keep the Fragment of Faith and Resurrection back to hold the line behind them. Their missiles will be an incredible asset from this range. Have both the Eudora and Valor move up with us and engage the Carriers. Launch all fighters and engage interdiction fields. Standing orders from the High Admiral is that no one runs from the First Order."
The seven ships moved up and engaged the ten Chiss ships. Though the odds were stacked against them, the ships of Void Command were ready to fight until the end. And once Rampant Savage linked up with the ships, their shots would increase in both accuracy and power. And the fight continued to rage between the First Order and the Chiss Ascendancy.
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Cain Dracus
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Post by Cain Dracus on Feb 11, 2016 18:09:28 GMT -8
Cain ceased his meditations as the ship shuddered under an attack made by an unknown assailant. Cain rose to his feet and stretched. Donning his cloak and ensuring his sabers were still securely fastened along his belt, Cain made his way to the bridge of the ship. Within minutes, Cain was stepping out of the lift and on to the bridge. As he strode up to the elevated command chair that housed his former master, he scanned the scene outside the ship. The HUD on the inside of his helmet displaying the appropriate information. Upon his approach to the chair, he spoke. Metallic voice harshly rasping.
Cain Dracus:"It appears we are orbiting....Csilla, the Chiss Ascendancy Capitol. Got an issue with the big blue apes, do we?"
Viox merely scowled. Cain could sense his former master's annoyance. So instead of dragging out the inevitable, he decided to get on with it.
Cain Dracus:"As you are currently occupied with putting foot to ass for your new faction, High Admiral, I will be brief." Cain sighed, almost hesitant. But he continued on, regardless. "I have thought about the decision you had given me. I have come to the most sufficient answer I can find...I no longer require you to be my mentor. I feel as though you have taught me everything you possibly could. I do not make this decision lightly, as we have spent many years together, but I need to move on. Within this new faction, I have opportunities again. Opportunities to apply my specific skill-set to further advance the goals of the First Order..."
Finally, Viox turned to Cain and spoke. Cain could have sworn that for a fleeting moment, he caught a glimpse of sadness fall over the hardened warrior before him. Regardless, Viox spoke. His voice was its usual whisper-like tone.
"You will do what you must. I have taught you enough for you to stand on your own. Once we are finished here, I will drop you off on Munnilinst where your fleet is still waiting for you. But until then...how would you like to serve your master one last time?"
Cain knew better than to answer him, but the way he had paused and the way he had said it. Cain's interest was certainly sparked at this point. He dropped down to one knee and bowed his head.
Cain Dracus:"What is thy bidding, master?"
Viox's face merely split into a malevolent grin, yellow eyes sparkling with a sadistic glee. And that's when Cain knew it was going to be an assignment worthy of his skills.
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Feb 11, 2016 19:22:50 GMT -8
Savage looked over his apprentice once more before speaking.
"Rise."
Cain rose to his feet and stood there, patiently waiting for him to reveal his plans. Savage knew that Cain wouldn't refuse the opportunity to fight at his behest. Cain had been trained for years to yearn for the thrill of battle. To openly welcome it and embrace it with open arms. And Savage would ensure he would be able to do just that.
"You are going to be leading the landing party. Once we have dealt with this group of enemies, I will have all the ships under my command move to assist Commodore King. Once we are there, we are going to punch a hole through the enemy lines and head straight for the surface. With the way the enemy ships are arrayed, they won't allow for us to get much through once they realize there is a break in their formation. So once you leave the ship, you are on your own. You will be given a portion of Void Company to command. Use them how you see fit to accomplish your goal..."
Savage turned his attentions to the main viewport for a few moments, giving Cain ample opportunity to sort his thoughts and voice them.
"And what exactly is my goal...?"
Savage returned his attentions back to his apprentice with a sly grin.
"The capital. Csaplar. I want it under First Order control. Perhaps if we can pull of such a bold and radical move, we can end this before more of our resources are needlessly wasted on the ignorance of the Chiss."
Beneath his helmet, Cain grinned. Though his master wouldn't see it.
"Such a sentiment. I didn't realize you were the type..."
Savage sat up straighter in his chair and began examining the First Order Admiralty Signet ring on his right hand.
"Sentiment has no place in why I wish this to be carried out. You don't survive through years or death and betrayal without learning how to work the angles. You of all people should know this."
Cain nodded in agreement. His master had never been the emotional type. And sentimentality was a weakness. And Savage not only despised weakness, he punished it. Cain knew this all to well. As Cain began to ponder his new assignment, Savage addressed the ship-board A.I.
"Rampant. Status update."
The A.I's avatar shimmered to life on the pedestal next to the command chair beside Cain.
"The first Star Destroyer should be out of commission within the next few minutes. The second one isn't far behind. Our superior firepower was no match."
Savage nodded.
"Excellent. Do you recall our recent discussions on micro-jumps within a system?"
The A.I literally turned and glanced up at his master, eyebrow raised. Obviously the A.I was now concerned.
"...I do. I also recall explaining to you specifically why it would only work in theoretical practice or under strictly controlled parameters on a much smaller scale..."Replied the A.I cautiously.
Savage remained indifferent to the A.I's concern.
"I also recall giving you hard data of having done so once before. Once we are clear of the Chiss Star Destroyers, move us into position to aid Commodore King. Once they are clear, we will execute the jump. I want us placed in high orbit over the planet, then whisked back out again. So I suggest you start formulating exactly how you are going to do that. And Cain, I suggest you make your way down to the hangar bay and ready your men. You will have a very limited window of opportunity."
As Cain bowed and left the bridge, Rampant spoke up.
"The hard data you provided me is so facetious that I cannot guarantee we'd survive, let alone accomplish this feat not once, but twice as you seem to suggest we can do. If my precise calculations are even a fraction off of the exact equation required to pull this off, we are liable to end up inside the planet below or inside the near-by sun..or hell, in the middle of the Praetorian for all I know. Everything has to be exactly as I need it to be...if you wish me to attempt such a reckless plan, what message would you like left for the Supreme Commander?"
Savage merely stared at the A.I, then chuckled.
"I have faith that you will pull this off. You will inform the Supreme Commander of nothing...but you will record everything that happens from the moment this starts to the moment it ends, for future reference. If the Chiss can do this, surely it can't be too difficult."
The A.I glared at Savage. Crossing its arms angrily, the A.I disappeared from sight as he prepared for the task ahead.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Feb 11, 2016 22:03:00 GMT -8
Xakire stood their in sielence for a moment before answering Or perhaps they simply do not have any spesific orders for us. Keep trying to get the Preatorian on on comms and keep firing!
Calmly the Imperial keys a visual display upon his command chair, letting the Sith Lord see Nicademus overseeing the battle from his command bridge upon the Praetorian. The arrival of these reinforcements were much needed, even if they were meager compared to the present Imperial naval forces over Csilla.Lord Xakire, it is good to see you have joined us. I would suggest that your fleet deploy for the left flank. Their advance has been blunted by the presence of several Chiss Destroyers. I cannot pull forces from anywhere else, yet your arrival has changed my fortune. Push your soldiers for the left flank and renew their offensive!Praetorian, this is Rampant Savage of the Legacy of the Void informing you that the High Admiral has arrived and is presently engaging the Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet. The High Admiral is also requesting a sit-rep from your fleet in order to better coordinate our efforts.
After giving it some thought, the Supreme Commander would turn on his visual, as he did before with Xakire, to speak with the High Admiral.High Admiral Savage, your appearance is most welcomed. We are still trying to punch a hole through the main battle line of the Chiss Expeditionary Fleet, but hopefully, our cards we just played will crumble this formation in due time. Elite forces have been sent by the Resurgence and from my own vessel, under the command of the Knights of Ren and the First Commissar, Azria Delvardus, to cut the head off this blue-skinned serpent and disrupt the command of this battle line. Can your fleet aid in forwarding the center group's advance under my command? |
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Post by Xakire on Feb 13, 2016 0:23:04 GMT -8
Xakire stared out into space towards the Legacy of the Void after he received the Supreme Commander's transmission Xakire pondered what do do with his ships. He had promised the High Admiral that his ships would follow his orders but now the Supreme Commander of the First Order is requesting a different course of action. Xakire decided that he would split his forces and leave some with the High Admiral and sent some to assist the rest of the fleet.
Send the Indefatigable, Indomitable and Tempest as well as two Raider-II Corvette's and two Ardent Fast Frigates to secure the main fleets left flank. Send the Immobilizer 418 as well. The rest remain here with me and continue firing on the carriers and fighters. Inform the High Admiral of this.
The comms officer nodded and then began sending a communication to the Legacy of the Void. The ships in Xakire's fleet moved to secure the left flank as directed.
High Admiral Savage, Lord Xakire advise you that part of his fleet is moving to help secure the main fleets left flank as requested by Supreme Commander Delvardus. The rest of the fleet including the Victory will remain here to continue supporting you.
Xakire hoped that the High Admiral would understand that Xakire wasn't abandoning him and that he was just following Delvardus' orders. Hopefully Savage would appreciate that Xakire left his flagship with Savage's fleet.
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Feb 13, 2016 19:13:59 GMT -8
First Order Imperial Navy Mission Log: High Admiral Savage/Inspection/Service#V1158969
Time: 0440 hrs (Standard Military Time)
Location: Csilla's Orbit, Unknown Regions. Legacy of the Void engaged with Chiss Fleet.
First Victory.
Plumes of bright orange fire spouted out of the many hull breaches on the first Chiss Star Destroyer as it began to list aimlessly towards the planet, dead in the water so to speak. The second Chiss Star Destroyer erupted into a massive fireball as its reactors overloaded. The Void's superior firepower against the needle-like Chiss Star Destroyers proved advantageous in this round. As the Void began moving towards Commodore King's location, the image of Supreme Commander Delvardus appeared on the holo-pedestal next to Savage's elevated command chair. Savage listened intently to the Supreme Commander's words.
Despite knowing that Delvardus was his superior officer, Savage was not going to follow his suggestion...yet. If his nearly suicidal albeit strategically sound plan was to succeed, then cutting the head off of the blue-skinned serpent would be moot. Why cut the head off of something when it was much more satisfying to inject a lethal poison into the bloodstream and watch it go to work? And this train of thought was coming straight from Savage himself, who was prone to removing the head off of many sentient beings in his day.
Savage inhaled and then exhaled slowly before responding to the Supreme Commander.
"With all due respect, sir, I am going to have to decline the option to join the fight against the main battle line for the time being. My fleet and I are currently preoccupied with another matter that requires my immediate and full attention. Once I have completed my objective I will rejoin the rest of the Imperial Fleet and then we can cut the head off of this ugly beast and finish this."
As soon as he finished speaking, he terminated the link between his ship and the Supreme Commander's. As the Void moved into its position to begin supporting the Immobilizers and the Marauders of his fleet, the four Victory-II Class Star Destroyers rejoined him as well. With his fleet back up to full operational status, it gave him the edge needed to push hard and pull off his plan in a timely fashion. All four Vic II's accelerated past the Void, hammering the Chiss lines with turbolaser fire. Several explosions resulted on the targeted Chiss ships. Savage then summoned Rampant.
"Rampant. Is everything set?"
The A.I's avatar appeared on the holo-pedestal next to his command chair and sighed as if to indicate the A.I was weary with the effort it took to orchestrate everything behind Savage's scheme.
"Aye, my liege. Everything is set."
Savage nodded in acknowledgement and sat up straighter in his seat.
"So, what exactly are we waiting for?"
The A.I sighed again, this time sounding annoyed.
"We are waiting for the appropriate conditions. I have mapped out every possible outcome of the current engagement before us. Depending on how it ends determines how soon we attempt to pull this off."
The A.I pauses for a few moments and brings his skeletal hand to his forehead, indicating that he was thinking. As Rampant did so, a brilliant flash from the battle before them caught Savage's attention. Two of the Chiss Carriers had just collided and subsequently exploded upon doing so. Savage glanced down at the A.I.
"Your doing?"
The A.I opened its eyes and looked up at the High Admiral.
"Of course. The enemy's systems are not hardened against intrusion from the inside. I simply gathered up enough of their comm traffic, developed a decryption algorithm, uploaded a copy of myself set to self-destruct upon completing its appointed task and sent myself to one of their Carriers. Once they accepted their own encrypted comm, I went to work hacking into and overriding their systems. In summary, I just gave us our window..."
And with that, the Void accelerated abruptly, heading straight for the debris cloud of the enemy Carriers. Following the Void was an Immobilizer 418, the Valor. Panicked comm traffic began raining through the channels on the bridge of the Void. It was the Commanding Officer and crew of the Valor. Savage scowled.
"What madness is this?"
The A.I chuckled.
"Madness? Really? My hijacking the Void and Valor for a few moments to complete your plan is the craziest part of this whole day. Relax. I am getting the Void into position." explained the A.I.
Despite not liking the lack of control over his own ship, Savage addressed the A.I once more.
"And the Valor?"
"I require a strong gravitational pull to bring us back out of the planet's atmosphere once I jump us in. With the recent overhaul the Valor had undergone, it's gravity well projectors are the strongest in the fleet."
A klaxon blared. It was the proximity alarm. The ship was coming to the debris field. Several of the larger pieces of the former Chiss Carriers had drifted out of the Void's direct path, but several more sizable pieces lay in its path. With a snap of his fingers, Rampant silenced the alarm. Rampant glanced up at Savage.
"I do apologize for any damage sustained by this little scheme, but even with my most accurate calculations, it was unavoidable. I will do my best to minimize what I can, though I will not compromise our velocity or trajectory...ensure Cain and the ground teams are prepped and ready. They won't have a very large window in which to leave the ship."
Savage keyed the comm to Cain.
"Report."
The harsh and menacing mechanical tone of his apprentice came through.
After some convincing, I have two Gamma-Class ATR-6 Assault Transports loaded and ready for departure. Not surprisingly, not many of your pilots are crazy enough to attempt this sort of thing. Regardless of details, we are as ready as we will ever be. Awaiting your signal.
"Excellent. I will leave this channel open. Rampant will be giving the signal."
Understood.
Savage turned back to the A.I as the ship shuddered, soaring through the debris field.
"Alright, you may want to hang on to something. This is going to get...interesting."
At this point, Savage was now at the mercy of his A.I companion. And he knew better than to ask what the A.I's definition of 'interesting' was. He gripped the armrests of his seat tightly. He was not prepared or expecting what happened next...
The stars and ships appearing on the main viewscreen began to elongate and stretch out at the ship's hyperdrive spun up and sent the ship into hyperspace. Time seemed to slow awkwardly. Before the view could normalize to what hyperspace normally looked like, suddenly Savage was seeing white fluffy clouds and re-entry burn across the main viewscreen. The ship was suddenly in the planet's atmosphere. And it was descending rapidly. Red warning lights flashed on dozens of consoles. Alarms shrieked loudly. Officers bolted from station to station trying to rectify the situation. It was utter chaos.
Rampant seemed to be deep in thought as this was happening. The High Admiral cast a glance at the A.I, unsure of what was going to happen next.
"Lord Dracus. Leave now!" commanded the A.I.
Hangar Deck.
The Gamma-Class Assault Transports lifted off the deck of the ship, wobbly at first, but then steadied out before exiting the hangar. Both of the transports exited the hangar and were then whipped away from the Void due to the velocity of its descent towards the planet's surface. The two craft spun uncontrollably through the air, falling towards the surface of the planet...
Bridge.
Savage was gripping the armrests tightly, eyeing up the glacier range that was rapidly growing bigger with each passing second.
"Rampant!?!"
Suddenly the view began to stretch and elongate again, as the ship's hyperdrive powered up once more. As time seemed to slow again and suddenly the ship was back out in the blackness of space. It had suddenly reappeared a few thousand meters off of the Praetorian's left flank, heading straight for it. Alarms screeched and lights flashed. This time, Savage was on the ball, though slightly disoriented from the sudden departure for a very brief hyperspace jump.
"Evasive maneuvers!" bellowed the High Admiral.
Emergency thrusters kicked in, angling the ship up and away from the Supreme Commander's flagship. Savage gritted his teeth, hoping to avoid a complete disaster for the First Order. Being berated for his actions was one thing. Blowing up the leader of the First Order as well as being blown up himself was an entirely different matter. The ship angled away from the Praetorian just enough to skim the prow of the vessel and then clear it completely. If the Supreme Commander was staring out the main viewport, and he most likely was, he'd be greeted with the broad side of the Void soaring past, barely clearing his ship...
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Post by Sohei Ren on Feb 14, 2016 14:14:49 GMT -8
Aboard the 'Resurgence' ~ Resurgent - Class Star Destroyer
After several moments of silence had passed, the First Commissar herself unexpectedly joined Sohei as he stood alone beside the painted hull of the AAL. Now things were going to get interesting. If the rumours and her reputation had held any merit, the Sister of the Supreme Commander would've marched the gathered Stormtroopers out of their deployment racks and onto the flight deck. From there she would've berated each and every single man and woman clad in the alabaster armour of the Stormtrooper Corps, preaching how such a pixelated effigy was a waste of regulated resources. Followed swiftly thereafter by a sermon about how an unnecessary addition to a craft that was unlikely to survive the transition between the Resurgence and the Enemy's fast approaching Flagship. However, as she had not made a move to do either, and instead commented on how remarkable the rendition was - Lucius was beginning to think that all that had been said of the First Commissar was truly nothing more than slanderous gossip. That was further cemented by what she had to say after staring at the beautiful likeness of herself stencilled on the Lander's surface. Never in his life, had he believed someone so reportedly prim and proper to devolve herself to mentioning how her rear was much better in person than affixed to the side of a dropship.
Biting his tongue to keep his errant emotions in line, Sohei tore his gaze away from the lovingly painted depiction of the First Commissar and focused his shrouded azure eyes upon the woman at his side. If this woman had not held such a station, nor was the deployment deck rife with his detractors, Lucius would've given his answer plainly. She was a vision clad in the armour of angels, and the man had to say he was impressed. The way the armour weave cloak had hung from her shoulders had drawn his eyes to her subtly uniformed figure beneath it's blackened veil. Being no different from any of the Stormtroopers that had had met before, due to dietary restrictions and athletic activity, it was almost impossible to tell if the person beneath the armour was of one gender or another. Sohei liked that, as it made the game of chance all the more enticing when they removed their helmets.
Except, the First Commissar didn't have her helmet on, thus ruining the momentary excitement.
Instead, her crimson hair - which admittedly seem to draw the gaze of many that had passed the pair by - cascaded down from her perfectly sculpted crown and hung loosely below her ears. Of all the things he could see, it was her brilliant sapphire eyes that he had almost lost himself within. While it was true that her face had held the sharp, almost distinctly patrician angles of the Imperial Elite, her eyes had sparkled darkly. She was a predator, stalking her prey; luring him into a trap of her making. How cute. Two could play at that game, especially when it was one of his many specialities. He didn't make the grade as an Imperial Inquisitor merely because he was good at looking down on the sub-species populating the galaxy."It is a pleasure as always, First Commissar," He spoke through his suit's vocabulator, ensuring it's intricate software was able to pick up his smooth Alsakan accent, "Yet, I couldn't possibly comment on your person, clad in such divine armour as you are." Lucius paused for a moment, taking the time to see how the fire danced behind the woman's eyes, "Perhaps... If you sought to enlighten me after this unpleasant business has finished, I would be able to determine which posterior is more exquisite." There was little doubt in his mind that the Chromium clad soldier would've responded, having and been baited in return. However, that notion was cast aside as his mind was filled with the overwhelming arrogance and noxious miasma that was tied to the presence of his brother Harnan. Did this whelp take pleasure in interrupting poor Sohei? The Former Inquisitor believed such was the case - as it happened to be the second time within a short period that his petulant behaviour had come to the fore. Nevertheless, Lucius suffered his brother's unwanted appearance with a subtle nod of his polished obsidian helm. It was evident his intentions were to deny the poor Sohei of yet another pleasure, by becoming an overbearing nuisance that stood behind the First Commissar. He couldn't tell how she reacted, as his mind had raced to keep his humours aligned. It wouldn't do the First Order, nor the Knights of Ren any good to have these bonded brothers duel aboard their flagship over such a trivial matter.Thus, with his tranquillity retained and his lips stained with blood, Lucius listened to the brute's words as he spoke. While Sohei had believed that this man's words held little value, Harnan, at least, showed some room for improvement by acknowledging how excellent the pigmentated rendition was. Though, he had suspected that was due to the nature of the painting itself, rather than the artists intentions with a brush. Resisting the urge to shake his head in disbelief, the Knight of Ren felt the deck shudder ever so softly beneath his feet. It seemed there was yet another enemy warship that had met with the blunted angular prow of the Resurgence, and as the hulking creature clad in armour leant in closer to the First Commissar - Lucius felt like such a deed was meant to be a metaphor detailing his carnal designs.And so, with yet another Knight of Ren crowding around the Sister of the Supreme Commander, Sohei felt like it was time to board his transport and leave the Resurgence behind for a spell. They were most likely coming within range for a devastating broadside, and it wouldn't do for him and his men to be left behind as the rest of the soldiers atop the deployment hangar surged into the darkness of the void. Turning his gaze towards his assembled brothers, including the newly arrived Varik ensconced within his diminutive resting form, Sohei rolled his shoulders with a clatter of metallic plates."I'm terribly sorry, Brother, but you'll have to find another Lander to make your own. With two squads of heavily armed and armoured Stormtroopers aboard this craft, alongside myself, there just isn't any room left for a creature of your stature." Sohei's voice was reminded himself of warm honey, spilling forth from his armoured form and filling the air with his jovial tone. That, however, was a lie. He hated Varik, not because of who the man had proved himself to be, but merely because he was inhuman filth that had been sworn to the ranks of the decidedly Human dominated Knights of Ren. Had the Master seen to reason, this creature would've never made it through the trials alive, and his corpse would've made quite the mantle piece. Nevertheless, with his words carefully crafted and his barely concealed venom directed at Harnan, it was doubtful that the Dazouri could syphon his real intentions from his armoured veneer. "Perhaps if you crawled into Harnan's Lander, you might find ample enough room between his legs for a ride." With his fangs verbally bared, Lucius decided that it was time for him to make ready. There would be plenty of chances in the future, should they survive the crossing, to rhetorically joust one another with their words. Giving each of his Brothers a dismissive wave, Sohei had slipped through the gathering crowd and ascended the boarding ramp into his AAL. Before he had taken his station alongside the squads he was lovingly attached too, Lucius had paused before the portal and let his gaze linger upon the fire-crested woman. It was a shame he was leaving her within the grasps of such vile men and filthy inhuman swill, but he had his duties, and while his Reputation was nothing short of tarnished already through rumours and gossip, the former Inquisitor would never let anything stand in the way of accomplishing his task. Well, perhaps one thing, but that mattered little now. With a gesture that was heavily laden with the words he hadn't spoken, Sohei nodded to the Supreme Commander's Sister, hoping she would make it to the other side relatively unharmed.
Then, the Knight of Ren strapped himself into the deployment harness as the boarding ramp began to retract - sealing the twenty-one men and women within their metallic coffin. |
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Post by Thomas Blackwall [Retired] on Feb 14, 2016 15:32:34 GMT -8
First Order Stormtrooper Corp. Mission Log: Cpt. Blackwall, Thomas/Inspection/Service#48764
Time: 0400 hours (Standard Military Time)
Location: Csilla's Orbit. Unknown Regions. Praetorian's Hangar Bay.
Blackwall stood at attention, waiting for the superior officer to assign orders. Just when he thought he'd have to assume authority over his squad, Lieutenant Thane Vance, of the First Commissar's entourage marched into the bay. Blackwall and his men stood just a little straighter. While Blackwall himself didn't like the El-tee, he tolerated him. The Lieutenant strode forward and addressed them.
"Captain Blackwall. New orders. You are to load up head over to the Chiss Flagship. You will be joining up with the First Commissar as well as the Knights of Ren for a joint strike in hopes of derailing the Chiss advance. Understood?"
Blackwall snapped up even straighter still.
Blackwall:"Sir. Yes sir!"
With a curt nod, Vance spoke once more.
"Excellent. Load up and move out. We'll see you on the other side or not at all gentlemen."
Blackwall snapped up a crisp salute to which the Lieutenant returned. As the Lieutenant walked away from his group, Blackwall addressed his men.
Blackwall:"Alright men, you heard the Lieutenant. Mount up and lets show these Chiss bastards we mean business! For the Order!"
And with that, Blackwall and his team moved towards the waiting Delta-Class JV-7 escort shuttle. As his team clambered aboard, Blackwall took note of the four Megablaster Heavy Assault Troopers already sitting in the passenger bay of the shuttle. Clearly the First Order was not intending on losing this round. Having four of these Heavy Assault Troopers backing his team up would make for a helluva good time. Once they were all strapped in, the shuttle powered up and lifted off the deck. The pilot contacted the remaining ships of the boarding party.
Attention boarding party F0817, this is Flight Sergeant Clarke of the Delta-Class Escort Shuttle Bravo 22. We are underway now. The light is green, we are clear to begin our objective. Repeat, we are Oscar-Mike.
The shuttle accelerated out of the hangar bay of the Praetorian and into the chaos filled scene unfolding before the ship.
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Post by Azria Delvardus on Feb 15, 2016 21:11:18 GMT -8
Filthy. So incredibly, disgustingly filthy. That is how the Imperial currently felt. Filthy and lewd. A necessary evil, she supposed. To speak such indecent words made her want to rush off to the nearest refresher and wash her mouth out with soap and an ultrasound cleaner. Though, she commended herself on her acting, to say the least, such tremendous ability to act so far out of character merely to stoke the fire, to stir the teapot, so to speak. She only hoped that it would provide the amusement it appeared to promise from afar. Turning her eyes back up to the brushwork adorning the side of the starship seated on the deck afore her, she coached her expression to remain carefully neutral despite the disdain that she felt internally. It was vulgar and lewd. If this wretched AAL managed to survive this battle, Azria vowed to dispose of it herself. For now, there were more pressing matters to attend to.
Azria merely nods to the Knight of Ren as he expresses his pleasure at her company. Sohei Ren. Lucius, his name was, or former name. She was not too sure how the Knights of Ren referred to their birth names. However, she distinctly remembered perusing his file. Alsakan and human enough for her tastes, despite the fact that she was never one to take pleasure from the more lustful ventures this group seemed so fond of. She found her pleasure elsewhere and in vastly different activities, but she had an eye for beauty and knew how to appreciate it. Though Sohei was masked and his visage shrouded from her sight, she had seen the recent picture in his file along with another, which had been pulled from the Inquisitorius. Her gaze refocused on the man in front of her as he finished speaking, the left corner of her mouth curling up in a smirk.
Just as the First Commissar was about to turn on her heel and walk in the opposite direction without even deigning to offer a response to Sohei’s suggestive comment, she quite suddenly found herself boxed in as Harnan approached her from behind. It was then that the tension lacing the air became apparent and if it had been present before, she had not noticed it until it grew tenfold between the two Knights of Ren. Perhaps, debasing herself by speaking as one so ill-bred would be worth it after all. Sighing resignedly, the small woman reaches a hand up and rubs the bridge of her nose as she crosses her other arm on her chest. What terrible thing have I done to deserve this? She thought as she gave the slightest shake of her head. After shaking her head, Azria stumbled back slightly, eyes narrowed as she struggled to process whether shaking her head had actually caused the sensation of imbalance or if there was some outside force acting upon her equilibrium. The Resurgence shuddered once more as she righted herself and Harnan leaned in, close to her ear. As he spoke, the Imperial did not need him to finish his sentence to know that it was lewd in nature. Spinning on her heel, the Imperial holds her serrated combat knife in one hand and SE-44C blaster pistol in the other. The blaster pistol was pushed into the center of Harnan’s chest while the combat knife had been maneuvered more covertly, the very tip of it resting against the inside of his hip and poking into his groin where the plates in his armour joined.
“Filthy animal.” She muttered beneath her breath. A fire burned fiercely in Azria’s sapphire eyes as she stared down the Knight of Ren, not a single hint of fear reflecting in her expression. Fear was like a good set of shackles. It could bind and trap an individual, but if one possessed the key, then it always remained a simple matter to escape. For like the ghosts and monsters of children’s nightmares, fear was nothing more than an illusion. It was an illusion that did not shackle Azria. Just as she was about ready to open her mouth to berate the Knight of Ren once more, two of her subordinates jogged to her side and offered crisp salutes. “You should feel lucky.” She hissed before stepping away from Harnan, holstering her weapons as she walked briskly toward the bulk of the First Legion assembled and awaiting orders on the deck of the hangar.
Motioning for her soldiers to follow her, they are quick to comply. One offered her brilliantly shined helmet to her, of which she merely motioned for him to hold onto it a moment longer. “Report, FN-5430.” Azria snapped. Her patience was wearing thin and the day was only just beginning. This did not portend anything good for others. “WT-1005 and WT-1330 are the artists, as it were, Sir.” The First Commissar nodded as she clasped her hands at her lower back and spoke in soft tones. “Very good. Any sign of previous nonconformity?” She questioned, her eyes searching the two Special Forces Stormtroopers keeping pace at her side. “This is the third for WT-1005 and the first for WT-1330.” Azria hums as she looks back toward the bulk of the First Legion they were quickly approaching. Three incidences too many, she thought. Sighing in resignation, she made a mental note to have her psytechs explore the connection between the age the Stormtroopers first began undergoing her conditioning protocols and the number of nonconformity reports in their respective records. Perhaps, it would be prudent to examine disciplinary measures as a whole even. Regardless, she had a hunch. But it was merely an anecdotal correlation at this point – the older the Stormtroopers were when they began the conditioning protocols, the less it seemed to stick. However, correlation was not causation and therefore, this was not proof enough for her to feel justified in acting upon it. On the other hand, it was clear WT-1005 was simply not cut out for the First Order. Such evidence was clear as day.
Though, as they walked in tandem across the dark obsidian decks of the Resurgence, much to her surprise, Azria discovered a twinge of sadness resonating through her chest. She did hate to waste her Stormtroopers, but once it became clear that reconditioning had lost its effect, there really was nothing more to be done than what she was about to do. Truly, it broke her heart to have to do this to one of her own Stormtroopers that she had personally trained, but there was no other choice if she was to hold true to the tenets of the First Order, and she would gloriously uphold them.
There is no room for empathy in war, the First Commissar reminded herself.
A single gauntleted hand reached down and unsnapped the clip on her holster. The sigh that escaped her lips was resigned and weary, so quiet that it went unnoticed by the Stormtroopers flanking her. Nimble fingers wrapped around the grip of her blaster pistol. It signaled the end of a deliberate effort to resist and the beginning of active acceptance. The First Commissar pulled the SE-44C blaster pistol from its holster on her outer thigh. As the unnoticed sigh dissipated into the vastness of the universe, it had no effect on the proceedings at all. Azria’s sapphire gaze hardens as she walks down the aisle amongst row upon row of the Stormtroopers of the First Legion. It was a pivotal turning point, for this was the first time the Imperial had admitted defeat and that her training protocols had failed. The Stormtroopers’ backs were to her as they stood stiffly at attention, the click of her boots against the obsidian tiles remained the only noise in their vicinity. It almost was not fair, though, the concept of fairness was thrown out the window when it came to troublemakers and traitors, alike. Finally, the First Commissar paused in her steps and in the blink of an eye her blaster pistol was leveled on her target, centered directly in the front sight. It would not do to allow this behaviour to continue lest this particular Stormtrooper instigate further disorder amongst the First Legion’s ranks. A single slender finger curled around the trigger and the pistol pulses in her hands. ZOTT! The rush of power is undeniable. A single Stormtrooper falls out of the perfectly arrayed lines of the First Legion. A small trail of smoke wafts up from the crater in the back of the Stormtrooper’s head, filling the recirculated air with the scent of ozone and burning flesh. It is silent save for the nervous breathing of the Stormtroopers standing far too close, in their opinions, to the First Commissar. Hardly a single soldier moved or even turned their head to look at what had become of their fellow Stormtrooper. They knew better for as much of a punishment as it had been for WT-1005, it was an unspoken warning for them all.
The First Commissar slowly lowers her arm and holsters her blaster pistol. “See? Told ya the Commissar only likes it from behind.” Azria closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, the comment came from far down the row nearest to her and it was spoken so softly that she almost did not hear it. “WT-1330!” The Imperial snaps, the Stormtroopers closest to her jump at the sudden sound of her voice and are quick to move from her proximity as WT-1330 marches over to stand afore her. He is well built, muscular, and a little bit over a foot taller than the smaller woman. He did not intimidate her, however, much as he might have liked to try. For the briefest of moments, the First Commissar merely stares him down, the depths of her sapphire gaze reflecting her displeasure. Her gaze has the power to dissect others bit by precious bit without even the least bit of care and there was not a single thing anyone could hide from her searching gaze. Though, this time her eyes held no warmth, merely a cold calculating calmness.
There is no room for empathy in war, she reminds herself once more.
“Submit your blaster pistol for inspection.” Azria’s gaze hardens as WT-1330 clearly hesitates. “But, Sir…” Her lips draw into a thin line. “Now!” She growls. The trooper is quick to comply and practically rips the sidearm from his thigh and hands it to her, muzzle pointed toward himself. A small smile graces the Imperial’s scarlet lips as she grips his pistol in her hands, overriding the biosecurity in the trigger with her own fingerprint. “Sir….” The trooper starts to speak. She does not even let him finish and without warning… ZOTT! WT-1330 drops to the ground and once more, the air fills with the scent of ozone and charred flesh.
Looking down at the still smoking corpse, she mumbles in a low voice. “Special thanks for volunteering in this little demonstration, WT-1330. Your service to the First Order is much appreciated.” Gracefully, the First Commissar steps over the body of her former Stormtrooper and drops the blaster pistol to the ground near his outstretched hand, the clank of the metal hitting the tile resonating with a devastating finality. “I think it is now clear we have established that I am, indeed, more than capable of shooting from the front.” She casually tosses the comment over her shoulder at the nearest members of the First Legion before reaching out to finally take her helmet from one of her subordinates flanking her. Tucking the helmet under her arm, she walks back along the arrayed lines of the Stormtroopers.
Walking back over by Harnan, she pauses in her steps a moment. “Take care to curb your leniency with the Legion, my dear Knight of Ren, for it may be you who are subject to my disciplinary action when next we meet.” She speaks in a brisk tone of voice, measured cadences, and an air of confident authority. Without even awaiting an answer from him, her harsh gaze wanders back to her AAL as she stalks off. Shaking out her red hair, she twists it up just enough to fit within the confines of her chromium helmet as she slides it on, the helmet emitting a hiss as it seals. The black and scarlet of her armourweave cape billows out behind her with each step as she disappears into the depths of the craft, the boarding ramp quick to retract.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Feb 15, 2016 21:40:42 GMT -8
Emergency thrusters kicked in, angling the ship up and away from the Supreme Commander's flagship. Savage gritted his teeth, hoping to avoid a complete disaster for the First Order. Being berated for his actions was one thing. Blowing up the leader of the First Order as well as being blown up himself was an entirely different matter. The ship angled away from the Praetorian just enough to skim the prow of the vessel and then clear it completely. If the Supreme Commander was staring out the main viewport, and he most likely was, he'd be greeted with the broad side of the Void soaring past, barely clearing his ship...
It was a good thing the klaxons still worked on the Praetorian, especially on this occasion...........Nebula-class Star Destroyer incoming! Its the Legacy of the Void, Supreme Commander!The voice rang loud and clear over the din of commotion upon the bridge as the officer made his exclamation to Nicademus as the Imperial sat upon his command chair. What was the High Admiral thinking? Without any hesitation, the Supreme Commander went into action, ordering the engines to slow the momentum of the Praetorian and over her path to be altered to avoid a collision, or even slight scrap, with the command vessel of the High Admiral. There was even a split second of held breath from the whole crew, the silence only pierced by the explosions and the sound of turbolasers that surrounded the Star Destroyer. Nicademus watched with a composed face as his orders were enacted. The prow of the two ships barely grazed each other before disaster was averted.
He could hear sighs of relief as the crew began to relax before returning to their respective duties. Nicademus eyed the passing Nebula-class Star Destroyer with a stern gaze. The High Admiral did not need any reprimand from the Supreme Commander right now, not with a battle ongoing around them. For now, Nicademus would let this incident slide, but made a mental note to speak with Savage after this clash between the Chiss and the First Order was finalized. With the crisis abated, the Imperial returned to commanding the center group's advance.Any word on the arrival of our allies from Nirauan?No word yet, Supreme Commander. Their ETA is still an hour away. There has been no delay in their trajectory as the command vessel has sent us regular reports on their progress. Last known location was the border of the First Order and Imperial-Occupied Chiss Space.Send word to Fleet Admiral Mlarg via subspace transmission. Tell him I want his fleet to exit hyperspace with the rearguard and reserve when they arrive. His orders will be given upon their arrival. They are not to delay at all.Yes, Supreme Commander. |
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Post by Viox Savage on Feb 16, 2016 18:30:59 GMT -8
First Order Imperial Navy Mission Log: High Admiral Savage/Inspection/Service#V1158969
Time: 0500 hrs (Standard Military Time)
Location: Csilla's Orbit, Unknown Regions. Legacy of the Void engaged with Chiss Fleet.
The blackened and scorched Void soared past the Praetorian, and then was clear. Savage regained command of his ship, while still in disbelief that they had actually pulled off not one, but two precision hyperspace jumps.
"Bring us about and get us back in the fight! Once in range, prioritize targets and fire at will. Rampant, I want a full damage report."
The ship began to come about. As it did so, the turbolasers began spewing liquid fire at the Chiss ships nearby. Mixed with an ion barrage every few rounds was more than adequate enough to punch out nearly any shielded target. As the ship came about completely, firing once more upon the Chiss, Rampant's avatar appeared on the pedestal alongside Savage's command chair.
"Damage report, as per ordered. Hull integrity is down to 73%. Fires were detected and reported on aft decks 14, 7, 9 and 24. Damage control teams have responded. Hull breaches on decks 18, 20 and 23. Affected sections have been sealed until such time as we can facilitate appropriate repairs. Our main hyperdrive had several burned out conduction coils, so we are down to our backup. Our Reactors are functioning at 83% operational output and we are running off of reserve coolant until the main lines can be purged and repaired. All things considered, we walked away from this maneuver relatively unscathed. While the Void is limping, and I would advise against any more strenuous maneuvers, we have successfully dropped two Assault Transports onto the surface."
The A.I finished speaking and looked up at Savage. The Iridonian Sith appeared to be deep in thought, eyes closed, face wrinkled into a frown. Noting this, the A.I spoke up.
"Is their something that is troubling you, sire?"
The High Admiral's eyes fluttered open, and he looked distraught.
"A disturbance in the Force...emanating from the planet below...it feels...familiar somehow...but it can't be..."
The Zabrak looked down at the A.I, a dark anger slowly sliding across his face.
"It appears as though my apprentice has deceived me...and has released the Dracus on the planet's surface...I need to get down to the surface. This has gone far enough! I grow incredibly weary of Cain and his games with this parasite. Have the fleet form up on the Praetorian's right flank and prepare to push the Chiss lines. The sooner we break their lines, the sooner I can get down to the surface and deal with Cain personally."
The A.I nodded.
"Of course sir. Would you like the remaining ships of Lord Xakire's that aren't engaged via orders of the Supreme Commander to assist in the assault?"
Savage pondered this, then answered swiftly as he rose from his seat and turned to leave the bridge.
"Have Xakire's ships move up with the rest of the fleet for the assault. Ensure every single fighter that isn't in the black right now is moved out there and is pushing as well. Once we have broken their lines, I am taking two flights of Gamma-Class Transports to the surface. This ends. I'm ending it. Rampant, you have the helm. I am retiring to my quarters."
Without waiting for a response, Savage was already gone from the bridge. By the time he reached his personal quarters he was furious. Cain had disobeyed a direct order and breached his trust. He had also defied him personally, as his apprentice. The High Admiral's neatly pressed uniform was becoming unkempt due to his barely contained rage. He moved over to the holo-pad on the floor, straightening his uniform out as he went. He punched in the Supreme Commander's personal comm. The holo pad warmed as he stepped on it. It would begin broadcasting to Delvardus directly.
Supreme Commander, my apologies for the earlier incident. It was an unprecedented miscalculation on my account. I make no excuse. My actions are that of my own. Regardless of what recently happened, we need to push against the Chiss with everything we can. A development on the surface requires my urgent attention. I need to get down there as soon as I can to...rectify this error.
As Savage began the conversation with the Supreme Commander, the A.I of the ship sent off a comm to Xakire's ships as well as to Commodore King.
Fleet Admiral Xakire, Commodore King. The High Admiral would like to you push your way to the Praetorian's right flank in preparation for a heavy assault against the Chiss main battle line. The Void is already in position and beginning the assault.
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Post by Xakire on Feb 17, 2016 1:28:31 GMT -8
Xakire was examining a map of the battle when he heard an exclamation from his bridge officers. A lieutenant approced him and saluted.
It appears that the Legacy of the Void just attemped some kind of manover that seems it may have been a precision hyperspace jump. I am unsure why he made this maneuver, my Lord.
Xakire tried to think of some reason as to why Savage would make such a dangerous maneuver when a communication from the Legacy of the Void was recieved with orders to move to assist the Void on the right flank. Xakire ordered his fleet to comply before replying.
As per your orders my fleet has moved to assist you. Would you like me to pull some ships away from the left flank?
There was a slight pause in the transmisson.
Why did you make a micro-hyperspace jump, Admiral?
Xakire realised that he propably shouldnt have spoken so bluntly towards his superior but it was to late now.
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Post by Harnan Ren on Feb 17, 2016 18:36:57 GMT -8
It was a swift movement as she turned on him, pistol pressed against his chest plate and her knife pressed against the inside of his hip, the positioning of the two being quite intimate, even if she meant to threaten him. If anything, her reaction served only to excite him more, as the pair were now so close he had a chance to once more admire the beauty of the First Commisar, her words of beration being lost upon the blank helmet he wore. Even armoured up as she was, it was undeniable that she still managed to hold a certain charm and allure with only her fiery red hair and face exposed, the reflective armour serving to enhance it all. Despite his face remaining unseen, he flashed her a smile as she hissed at him, with his own response being barely as audible
Maybe next time then...
Whether she took notice of his response or not was irrelevant as she stalked off, his gaze briefly lingering upon her armoured posterior, even if it was hidden by the armourweave cloak that hung from her shoulders. He then turned his attention back to the gathering as he noticed that Varik had shown up just before Azria had left, the Dazouri offering his own opinion on the matter. But before he could offer a response, Sohei was already taking it upon himself to speak first, denying Varik's request to ride in the same AAL since there was not enough space.
Harnan and Sohei had never seen eye to eye on much, with the latter's past as an inquisitor and disdain for anyone non-human having been one of the biggest stumbling blocks to their getting along. Tensions between them had only really escalated in recent months, in large part due to Sohei's position as the favoured son, and Harnan's disagreement with their Master and forced co-operation. Even with his visage shrouded as it was, just looking upon his fellow Knight of Ren was enough to remind Harnan of the rather impossible situation he now found himself in. But he managed to maintain his somewhat jovial manner, even as his brother seemed very unimpressed at having been interrupted again and tried firing off a shot in his direction
Oh come now, no need to project your feelings of inadequacy on to others dear brother... Perhaps if your ego wasn't so high, there'd be more room...
Harnan waved goodbye to his brother, as Sohei loaded up in his AAL, the loading ramp retracting soon after, when his attention was drawn to the assembled ranks of the Whap Legion, as Azria walked amongst their ranks. He didn't so much as flinch as Azria drew her pistol and shot the first trooper, before using the second trooper's own blaster to kill him, their bodies now littering the floor of the hangar bay, and bringing the Legion's casualty count for this campaign to two. He had quite liked 1005 and 1330, the pair having painted quite the mural of his favourite female Riot Control Troopers on the inside of his own AAL, but that was about as far as his sympathy went.
Whilst he had been bestowed command of the Legion, and whilst he certainly admired the charms of many of the female troopers amongst their ranks, he held no great concern for their welfare beyond their ability to be useful. At one time, he would have been able to regard them highly, and concern himself with their actions and training, but that had been ruined for him since the trip to Deralia. He had left that force forsaken world a broken man, little more left of him than when he had awoken to this period of time, his world crushed beneath the weight of events that had transpired without him. Yet, he had somehow still survived, still held on to the will to keep going, something which grew all the more stronger after his meeting with the Master, and the ultimatum that had been given to him by the man.
Although he had not felt it in that moment though, he became accutely aware of a sense of foreboding as he had forced himself slowly back together, salvaging what few pieces he could, of what he had before Illaria had shattered his life. He had spent much of the campaign since Nirauan doing the hard miles, trying to piece as much as he could back together, whilst coming to terms with how Illaria felt for Nicademus, and how she felt for him. But he knew that no matter how badly he wanted to be with her, she had made her choice, and although he could wait it out, untill her fancy with the man passed, he wasn't sure he would live to see it. But he knew what he had to do, and he had come to terms with what his role was in this new setting. He would prepare Illaria as best he could, and ensure she was ready, since he was at last ready to face her.
His attention lapsed for the briefest of moments, but it was soon brought back to the here and now, as Azria walked back over to him, and made her remarks about his leniency with the Legion. There was something about her commanding attitude, that begged him to break her of it, and certainly had him saluting her, although it was most certainly not the kind of salute she would have liked
I'll be sure to keep that in mind, if I want to see you again...
As she took her leave once more, Harnan turned his attention to Varik, before pointing his brother to another of the AALs that was to be used for the boarding of the Chiss flagship. With that taken care of, he headed over to his own AAL, signalling to the Trooper's gathered in the hangar to load up, whilst the bodies of the fallen troopers were gathered by crews and taken to the on board morgue. By the time everyone was loaded up into their AALs, The Resurgence had broken through the chiss lines and had come up along side The Legacy of Thrawn, the cannons firing a broadside barrage of turbolser and ion cannon fire to bring the shields down and take several guns offline. With the way ahead clear, the AALs took off out of the hangar and made the crossing through the void towards the Ascendancy-class Star Destroyer, with a couple squadrons of TIE/sf's providing covering fire against the clawcraft that were attempting to shoot the AALs down
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