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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Apr 4, 2013 19:33:15 GMT -8
*A terrestrial world, Agamar's surface featured several landmasses separated by oceans, including the Bil Da’Gari. The climate was warm and dry, though the planet had large expanses of arable land. Over time, natural bridges had developed on the planet's surface. Much of the land was covered with forests of binka trees — these trees, native to Agamar, grew regularly spaced, and as such became popular amongst youngsters to manoeuvre repulsor craft through at high speeds. The world developed a reputation as a rough planet where it was difficult to survive, yet despite its reputation, those who visited Agamar would later
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2016 2:49:26 GMT -8
Having chosen a point deep in a forest to the west of Calna Muun as the staging area for the mission to scout out the planetary defenses of Agamar in preparation of the invasion his elder brother has proposed to the Clan leaders, Lorcan had landed and quickly camouflaged his Bes'uliik starfighter to prevent its being observed by any aerial patrols the planet's defensive forces might make while he and his clansmen are conducting their operations.
Waving the Kom'rk-class transport in towards the area in the forest he had scouted out as a suitable LZ, Lorcan waits until the ship has set down and lowered its boarding ramp to approach after scanning the surroundings with his buy'ce's sensor systems to determine whether or not the arrival of his clansmen has attracted any unwanted attention and detecting nothing to suggest that their mission to clandestinely scout out the planet's defensive capabilities has been endangered.
After helping his clansmen camouflage their transport, Lorcan assigns them into four teams that are dispatched to move out in different directions from their LZ to observation points selected for their locations near to major settlements likely to afford opportunities to gauge the sizes, dispositions, and current deployments of Agamar's ground based defenses. Having selected Calna Muun as his own team's surveillance target, Lorcan selects his point-man and sends him to scout ahead after briefing the teams on their assignments and confirming their time-frame before returning to the LZ.
Lifting a hand and signaling his team to move out after his point-man has had the time to move ahead into position without any signal of potential threats being detected, Lorcan moves swiftly and silently through the forest with them as they set out for their chosen observation point to begin their surveillance of Calna Muun.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 18:21:12 GMT -8
All of the surveillance teams return to the LZ when the time allotted for their missions expires, with none of the teams believing they had been detected by the planetary defenders.
Lorcan sends two teams out to watch for any indication their presence has been detected as the others un-camouflage the ships and then prepare them for departure. His Bes'uliik fighter the easier of the two ships to ready for liftoff, Lorcan sets out first, choosing a flight path to orbit for its slim chances of encountering any other traffic as much as for its unlikelihood of being detected and for avoiding the more likely patrol routes he had observed the planet's orbital defenders maintaining.
The Kom'rk-class transport, after enough time has passed to make it evident that Lorcan's ship made it to orbit without attracting any undue attention, lifts off not long afterwards, making for orbit so that its occupants can return to Manda'yaim with the results of their reconnaissance.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2016 9:21:48 GMT -8
Northwest of Calna Muun
As the Tra'kad-class transport bearing Faelan, his brother, and other members of their platoon maneuvers to evade enemy anti-air fire being sent towards the Mando'ade troop transports making for the planet's surface, Faelan reviews the data being sent from the probe droids deployed by the First Order's Bulwark III and, after a quick scan of a holoprojected tactical display, points towards an area northwest of Agamar's capital city as he says, Set us down here.
Moments later, after the Tra'kad-class transport has destroyed an enemy anti-aircraft battery, Faelan disembarks from the transport and, as he adjusts the sling of his A280C blaster rifle, tells his brother, who walks at his side, Set up a defensive perimeter, and then have four groups of Tra'kads and Kom'rks take off to act as air support, After tasking some of the gunships under his command with missions to attack specific enemy assets that intel suggest have survived the orbital assault thusfar, Faelan reviews the data and other information being sent to his buy'ce from the First Order's forces to ensure he is up to speed before continuing to issue orders to his brothers and sisters in arms. With the First Order laying claim to the honor of securing Calna Muun and dealing with the Agamarian Council, Faelan is tasked with making sure that the remaining defensive forces based away from the capital city are not able to come to its aid. Given that the swift, decisive and ruthless beginning of the battle to take Agamar left what military defenses the agriworld possessed in almost complete ruin, Faelan does not expect that there will be a great deal of resistance left to deal with, but intends to take no unnecessary risks all the same as he and his comrades complete their part of the campaign to wrest control of the planet from its inhabitants. Intel from the probe droids deployed shows that a few smaller military outposts still show signs of activity, with the surviving troops and vehicles being hastily dispatched to move with all possible haste to Calna Muun to try and defend the capital, and Faelan plans to prevent that from happening. Assigning his brother, Lorcan, the task of preventing a small force coming from the west of their present position, Faelan claps him on the shoulder and says, K'oyacyi, before turning to other platoon and squadron leaders as they begin arriving to receive their orders from him as well.
::Oya!:: Lorcan tells his older brother, and then waves for his platoon mates and Neassa, who had agreed to join them for the battle, to follow him as he begins walking away from the Tra'kad-class transport. Picking a pair of skilled scouts to act as forward observers, Lorcan has them set out as he brings up a tactical map of the area, updated during his recent surveillance mission on Agamar, and looks for the best place to set up an ambush for the Agamar forces that he has been tasked with destroying. Moments later, after assigning his squad leaders their individual responsibilities and laying out his plan to surround the arriving force from all sides with a pair of Tra'kad-class transports acting as air support to prevent any enemy troops or vehicles from escaping, Lorcan and his platoon set out and make for the forest he has chosen to ambush the enemy force moving in a doomed attempt to come to Calna Muun's defense.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2016 10:58:08 GMT -8
Neassa's relief is immediate when her boots hit the ground after the transport bearing her and the members of Clan Bralor she will be fighting alongside reaches the surface; though she has been in more than one battle requiring a trip in a crowded troop transport to a planet's surface, Neassa does not imagine she will ever not find the feeling of being at the mercy of a pilot's skill to thread their way through enemy fire completely unsettling.
Using a series of specific eye movements to bring up the maps of the area she has been provided on her buy'ce's HUD as Lorcan Bralor gives the platoon she has been attached to their orders, and then moves out with the other members of her fireteam when the platoon sets out for their initial objective, where the ambush Lorcan planned will be taking place. Leapfrogging with their sister unit, Neassa's fireteam makes its way for their objective, alternately advancing and then taking an overwatch posture to allow their counterparts to advance to cover.
Holding with the others in her fireteam when they reach their objective, Neassa shoulders her EE-3 while, keeping a close on on the sensor data scrolling on her HUD as well as keeping her eyes peeled, covering her assigned quadrant and awaiting further orders. . .
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jul 16, 2016 7:12:49 GMT -8
West of Calna Muun
The sky would soon be filled with troop transports, vehicle barges and squadrons of TIE fighters as a detachment of the Imperial 9th Army, commanded by General Delvardus, made landfall to the west of the capital city and just due south of the Mandalorian formation that had landed. Stark white stormtroopers would issue forth from the clouds of landed transports followed by the presence of a trio of AT-ATs, mobile artillery and repulsor tank divisions. The General himself, dressed in his Imperial commander outfit, took his place, commanding the Imperial forces, from within one of the AT-ATs. With majority of the forces landed, the green light was issued and the companies advancing towards the capital. As the orders were given, General Delvardus began to issue further orders on swift tactics and flanking maneuvers, his specialty.
Resistance was met however in no time as the Imperials made their advance. On the outskirts of the city, domestic security forces combine with a planetary militia and what little there was of a professional military made a hasty defense along the western side of the city. Before they could even open fire, the AT-ATs tore through their defensive line with a few well placed shots, allowing the ground troops to storm through, blasters blazing. The tank squadrons maneuvered around the formations, encircling the whole companies of the planet's defensive forces. This ensured scores threw down their weapons before a shot was even fired. General Delvardus, unlike the cautious tactics of his brother, was in favor of bold strikes and flanking maneuvers, using the speed of his tanks to blitz forth and overwhelm the enemy with superior firepower. This earned Artemis due respect from his subordinates, especially since these tactics were largely successful during the Unknown Region campaigns, especially on Nirauan.
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Jul 19, 2016 6:38:50 GMT -8
A secure holo transmission is sent to General Delvardus...
General Delvardus, resistance within Calna Muun has been eliminated. All key military, weapons, and power installations have been destroyed. During the battle over Calna Muun I saw an opportunity to eliminate the Agamarian Council and took that opportunity. In my transmission to the Supreme Commander I sent him recordings of former council members welcome and support for the First Order. I am currently holding position at the Agamarian Council Center. My forces are limited, but I am enforcing a curfew for civilians until your forces can occupy the city.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2016 6:43:01 GMT -8
Northwest of Calna Muun
Once his brother's platoon is underway, Faelan turns his attention towards dispatching the other Mando'ade forces under his command to strategically chosen areas from which they will either eliminate military targets or occupy points, such as bridges connecting landmasses that would allow Agamar's defensive forces to more easily maneuver to try and defend their capital or to attempt to retreat and perhaps try to form a resistance effort. Given that Agamar's defensive forces are not particularly vast, coupled with the fact that the Mando'ade and First Order had achieved complete surprise when launching their attack, and were using intelligence gathered by the Mando'ade prior to the battle, Faelan is not surprised in the least when reports begin coming in from his troops that report success after success, all obtained with minimal losses.
Lorcan, receiving word from his scouts that the small battle group of Agamar's ground defenders attempting to come to the aid of their capital city has neared the ambush point, smiles grimly beneath his buy'ce, and waits for the moment to spring his ambush to arrive. The ambush begins with surgically precise wrist rocket and larger, more powerful top-loading jetpack rocket firing missle fire that disables or destroys the enemy armored transports or offensive vehicles, followed by the rapid advance of the Mando'ade Lorcan had move to flanking positions to prevent any of the enemy forces from escaping. The Tra'kad-class transports acting as air support for Lorcan's platoon, receiving their orders from him to begin attack runs at specific target areas, begin to maneuver in order to rain cannon fire down onto the enemy forces to help their comrades on the ground secure their victory over what is sure to be the last of Agamar's defenders.
With the ambush begin, Lorcan directs the actions of his men as the enemy force attempts to rally, sending some Mando'ade fireteams to advance from east and west, while ordering others to hold at certain points so that they are in place should any of Agamar's defenders escape. The fireteam that Neassa is a part of finds themselves facing a group of ten enemy troops, appearing more organized and bold than the majority of Agamar's defenders, that organize into two units that try and punch through the Mando'ade lines at the point defended by Neassa and her comrades . . .
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Post by Thomas Blackwall [Retired] on Jul 21, 2016 15:24:53 GMT -8
Southwest of Calna Muun
The AAL known as the Bucket to its crew, flew in low and fast. The AAL sat down near the edge of a large lake. The ramp dropped and Blackwall, followed by his team, exited the ship. Off in the distance, enemy soldiers could be heard. The AAL's approach must have attracted attention. Blaster fire rang out from the thicket ahead. Blackwall dropped and peered through his scope.
"Wings, Reaper. Four hostiles sighted at the edge of the thicket directly north of our current position. Engage so we can move up."
From the AAL, the front mounted cannon rang out a flurry of rounds into the trees, shredding the enemy combatants as well as the surrounding forest. Blackwall consulted his scope once more, peering through at where the enemy had been. The lifeless remains of four soldiers could be seen. The rest seemed to be falling back.
"Confirmed. Hostiles neutralized. Helo, Viper, move up and secure the perimeter. Jester, Orion, begin off loading our supplies. Reaper, get your gear and find a place to hole up and keep us covered."
The acknowledgement light on his HUD flashed five times, indicating his team had received and understood their orders. Blackwall gets to his feet, scanning his surroundings as he makes his way back to the Bucket to help off load their gear.
Within the span of ten minutes, the two EWeb(15) auto turrets were set up and scanning the perimeter. The Comm equipment was set up at the base of the AAL's loading ramp. Master Flight Sergeant Towes, otherwise known as Wings, was busily monitoring the comm traffic.
"Sitrep. What's going on?" asked Blackwall.
After a few second pause, Wings piped up.
"The Agamarian Council had been killed. Orbital superiority had been attained. Pockets of resistance are lessening, though with the word spreading about the Council's execution, more of the natives are rising up."
Blackwall shook his head in dismay.
"Right. And who's genius idea was it to slaughter the Agamarian Council?"
There was another brief pause.
"Not sure. Our comm traffic is a mess right now. All I can get is he's a new guy. Apparently been made a Fleet Admiral and High Commander."
Blackwall shook his head again.
"Great. Another idiot drunk on power decided to pull rank and do what they wish. That just made our job a lot more difficult and possibly jeopardized our alliance with the Mandalorians."
Blackwall turned and summoned the team.
"Reaper, you are on babysitting duty. Keep and eye on Wings and our LZ. Helo, Viper and Orion, you'll push through the bush to the road not too far ahead. Make your way to the city from there. Jester and I investigate the local farms and ensure the citizens aren't arming up to do something incredibly stupid."
Blackwall's acknowledgement light flashed once from Reaper, who was off in the trees with his sniper rifle, keeping watch. The rest of the team nodded in agreement. After a quick equipment check, Helo, Viper and Orion took off towards the city. Blackwall and Jester did an equipment check and made their way to the nearest farm.
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Post by Fireteam Castle [Retired] on Jul 21, 2016 16:26:39 GMT -8
18 clicks Southwest of Calna Munn.
Orion and Viper walked side by side with Helo bringing up the rear, scanning their surroundings as they walked. The trio had cleared the brush without incident. Upon arriving on the road, they had stopped a few landspeeders and a few hover trucks as they fled the capital. Helo did the talking and assured the citizens that they weren't the enemy. Most of them agreed and were happy to be on their way.
With Helo's physically imposing bulk, he wasn't surprised that people didn't want any trouble with him. And he kind of gave off that vibe that he'd rip your head off it you spoke to him the wrong way. It wasn't true, but it didn't hurt for appearance's sake.
As they walked, Orion spoke.
"I've tagged the entrance into the city that we'll use. Boss just wants a quick scoop of intel. He doesn't want to be stepping on any toes or crossing this new guy."
A rustling in the brush off to their left caused them to freeze and drop. Blaster fire rang out. On an encrypted comm channel, Helo barked orders.
Contact! Three hundred meters to our left. Viper, Orion, fall back and find some cover. I've got your back.
And with that, Helo rose to his feet and sprinted into the ditch, using the steep ditch as cover. He raised his rifle up out of cover and fired several bursts in the suggested direction the enemy was firing from. He glanced back to Viper and Orion. They had taken cover a few hundred meters up the road behind an overgrown jersey barrier that looked like it had once barricaded an old road. Viper's voice rang through the internal speakers of Helo's helmet.
Helo, we've got you covered! Fall back to us!
As he finished speaking, Helo heard the reassuring discharge from their weapons. Helo slung his rifle over his shoulder and leaped out of the ditch, sprinting towards cover. Several blaster shots rang out past him, but none connected with him. Once behind cover, Helo un-slung his rifle and joined in at firing back at the enemy soldiers.
Meanwhile...
12 Clicks East of LZ.
Jester, followed closely by Blackwall, approached another farm. The two hiked up the drive and knocked on the door. No answer. Blackwall took two steps away from the door and glanced down the front veranda they were currently standing on. And that's when he heard a whistling. Without hesitation, Blackwall grabbed Jester's shoulder and shoved him form the deck as he himself jumped. A rocket collided with the house, exploding. Flames and shrapnel shot it all directions. Even protected in his armor, Blackwall could feel the heat. Jester was already on his feet as Blackwall struggled with the ringing in his ears.
Boss! We gotta find cover. Damn Resistance Fighters were waiting for us! C'mon!
Blackwall retrieved his rifle and scrambled to his feet and he and Jester found cover by and over turned speeder.
Did you get a good look at them? How many and where?
There was a brief pause as Jester fired several rounds off, then ducked behind the speeder.
Six of them. Coming directly from the east. Two by two formation with overlapping fields of fire.
Blackwall thought as Jester fired back. Blackwall saw the barn door was open. If these Resistance Fighters were as armed as the intel seemed to indicate, then perhaps there would be some heavy armaments stowed away inside.
Cover me. I'm making a run to that barn. We're both sitting womp rats here. On my mark. Three...two...one. Mark!
As soon as he had said 'mark', Blackwall was already on his feet, sprinting to the barn. Jester had him covered. Upon reaching the barn, Blackwall dropped to his knees and slide the last few meters.
Clear. Hold them off for a few minutes while I have a look around.
Jester replied quickly.
Make it quick Boss. These guys ain't screwing around.
By that time, Blackwall had already located what he was looking for. He found a PLX-1 Portable Missile Launcher. He slung his rifle over his shoulder and hoisted the launcher up. It was loaded and ready to go. Apparently the Resistance Fighters didn't screw around. He made his way back to the barn opening.
Can you get me a location?
There was a brief pause, and then Jester rattled his response back to Blackwall.
Two groups. Three approximately two-fifty, moving north. Second group, pushing three. Heading southwest trying to flank us.
Blackwall nodded in acknowledgement and mentally visualized where the enemies were. And then he stepped out from the cover of the barn.
Heat in the pipe. Going loud.
And he pulled the trigger. With a WOOSH the first missile was away. With a tremendous boom, the first group of enemies disappeared in a ball of fire and dirt. Blackwall pivoted on his heel quickly sighted in and pulled the trigger again. With another WOOSH, the missile left the launcher, catching the second group unexpectedly.
Jester reported in.
All clear. Hostiles neutralized.
Blackwall tossed the spent launcher and made his way over to Jester.
Let's get back to the Bucket. We need more support over hear. And let's hope the others made it to Calna Muun. This sector is packed with hostiles.
Jester nodded in agreement. And the two troopers jogged off, retracing their steps back to their LZ.
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Jul 21, 2016 17:17:07 GMT -8
Shortly after the bombardment of the Agamarian Council Center Commander Remus contacts Fire Team Castle and all other allied forces via secure communications.
This Commander Remus of the Tarkin in low orbital position above Calna Muun. Orbital bombardment operations are available and standing by. Provide targeting coordinates and orbital fire will be delivered swiftly. Remus out.
The Bulwark III began to maneuver to a better position so that proper firing solutions could be achieved...
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Post by Thomas Blackwall [Retired] on Jul 21, 2016 18:04:03 GMT -8
2 Clicks East of LZ
Blackwall and Jester hunkered down alongside a fallen tree when Commander Remus' comm crackled over the all friendly channels. It was the saving grace they needed. After their encounter with Resistance Fighters at the farm, it would appear as though they had kick open a nest of Mynocks. Or Gundarks. Whichever would kill you faster.
The Resistance Fighters must have been secretly planning a counter-offensive against Imperial and Mandalorian Forces, because as they fell back they encountered armor, foot soldiers and several turret emplacements. And after flicking through the unencrypted channels, there was even rumors of air support being mustered from a local farm. Blackwall turned to Jester, who had propped himself up and was peeking over the downed log.
"I take it back. For a power hungry bastard, the new guy has the right toys for the job. Let Helo and his team know of incoming fire support as well as Wings and Reaper."
Jester nodded in acknowledgement and opened and encrypted channel with rest of Castle.
This is Sergeant Ferguson to all members of Fireteam Castle. Incoming orbital fire support, danger close! Repeat, incoming orbital fire support, danger close!
Now that Fireteam Castle was warned, Blackwall opened a secure channel with the Tarkin in low orbit.
Captain Blackwall to the Tarkin. Requesting fire support over sector eight-four-two. Coordinates are seven-one-niner by three-six-two. Danger close. Authentication codes: Sierra-Zulu-Seven-Niner-Echo. We've got two heavy armor inbound along with twenty plus foot mobiles as support. Say again, Requesting fire support over sector eight-four-two at the following coordinates: seven-one-niner by three-six-two. Danger close!
And with the call away, Blackwall and Jester hunkered down as low as they could get. Despite not knowing exactly what type of ship the Tarkin was, both of them knew that shit was about to get loud.
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Jul 21, 2016 18:37:57 GMT -8
With the Tarkin now maneuvered into a optimal position for providing orbital support the massive Bulwark III could be viewed by all. Captain Blackwall's transmission echoed throughout the bridge and just as the firing coordinates were spoken the tactical officer began entering the solution. Commander Remus opened a channel...
Coordinates accepted, incoming...
High above the farm land turned battlefield the Bulwark III's turbo lasers locked onto the coordinates provided by Fire Team Castle. In moments the area was blasted by volleys of red turbo laser fire, immediately the enemy armor exploded and was spread across the area catching nearby enemy soldiers in its blast. The orbital bombardment only lasted 30 seconds, but once it was over none of the enemy forces survived. During the bombardment one of the blasts from orbit struck through a farm house being used to store armaments and other dangerous supplies. The blast landed directly in the center of the house penetrating the roof and following through to the floor and piercing into the underground storage area where the supplies were being housed. The farm house then released a massive explosion abnormal for any mere farm house. Once the firing was discontinued Commander Remus opened a channel...
We are detecting enemy star fighters in your area! We cannot engage them and ensure your safety! I repeat, we cannot engage! I am pulling star fighters on patrol and redirecting them to your position! ETA 15 minutes!
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Post by Thomas Blackwall [Retired] on Jul 21, 2016 19:06:34 GMT -8
2 Clicks East of LZ.
While the downpour of turbolaser fire only lasted thirty seconds, it was the loudest thirty seconds Blackwall had ever encountered.
Blackwall pushed himself into the dirt behind the fallen tree and the ground shook from the bombardment. Intense heat, dirt, debris and smoke filled the air. Once it was over, Blackwall poked his head out over the log. Where once a thick forest and hidden farm house lay, a several hundred meter cratered battlefield remained. Blackwall let out a low whistle. Jester was also surveying the scene. Several small fires were crackling in the under brush, however most of the vegetation had been burned away, so there was no danger of a wildfire starting. Smoke billowed skyward in thick black columns from the destroyed farmhouse and the wrecked armor. Blackwall scanned the area and slowly rose to his feet. That's when the comm from the Tarkin crackled through. Both Jester and Blackwall stood rooted to the spot. And that's when Helo's gruff voice crackled in on a private encrypted channel.
Boss, you there? Boss do you read?
Blackwall answered as he and Jester sprinted for the treeline which was the closest cover they currently had available.
I'm here, Helo. Go ahead.
Helo's response was quick.
We have located the farm land being used as an airstrip. They've got sensor dummies and comm jammers all over the place. Luckily they are short range jammers. We're sitting scouting the area now. Advise.
Blackwall huffed as he vaulted over a stump.
He was starting to feel as though he was getting too old for this shit.
Jester and I are Oscar-Mike. Ping your location and we'll link up and take down the air base from the inside.
Again, Helo was on the ball.
Understood. Pinging our location now.
And then the channel went silent. Seconds later two pings sounded in his ear and coordinates briefly flashed across his HUD. And so, Blackwall and Jester continued sprinting towards the rest of Castle's location.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jul 21, 2016 19:58:37 GMT -8
A secure holo transmission is sent to General Delvardus...General Delvardus, resistance within Calna Muun has been eliminated. All key military, weapons, and power installations have been destroyed. During the battle over Calna Muun I saw an opportunity to eliminate the Agamarian Council and took that opportunity. In my transmission to the Supreme Commander I sent him recordings of former council members welcome and support for the First Order. I am currently holding position at the Agamarian Council Center. My forces are limited, but I am enforcing a curfew for civilians until your forces can occupy the city.
Along the main battle line, breakthroughs were made by vanguard tanks, supported by artillery and infantry. Whole swaths of militia threw down their weapons and surrendered in droves as their commanders blundered, died or hid. Those who came willingly were taken captive, those that resisted where throw against walls and shot by specialized squads within the Imperial forces, courtesy of his dear sister, the First Commissar. Once reports came in, General Delvardus attempted to contact the Mandalorian forces.General Delvardus to Mandalorian forces, the main highways between us are secure. Flood your troops along those roads and push towards the center of the city. Resistance was tense, but we have managed to secure much of the outskirts ahead of us. Report if you need any assistance. General Delvardus out. |
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Post by Fireteam Castle [Retired] on Jul 21, 2016 21:05:27 GMT -8
Sector Eight-Two-Four. Former Halaard Homestead. Current Agamar Resistance Air Strip.
Helo sat perched on a stump at the very edge of the Agamarian Resistance Airstrip, looking through a set of electrobinoculars, trying to survey as best he could.
So far, he counted twenty-seven infantry units on patrol at regular ten minute intervals. And that was just counting the northern field. He also saw twelve Z-95 Headhunters lined up neatly in a row with two Anti-Air Defense weapon emplacements at either end of the field. Fairly heavy considering they were fighting a bunch of backwater farmers. Helo called Viper as he continued to observe.
Viper, how's the southern field look?
There was a wash of static, and then Viper's voice crackled through.
I'm counting sixteen foot mobiles, two anti air emplacements at either end of field and five bomber class ships. Looks like a much larger B-Wing.
Helo chuckled. He tended to forget that Viper was as young as he was.
Most likely the H-60 Tempest. Okay. So we have seventeen mixed fighters, forty-three foot mobiles and four AA emplacements so far. Orion, what's going on in the western field.
There was a several second delay. Just as Helo was about the call Orion again, he replied.
Sorry Helo. Damn near got spotted. White ain't the best color to blend with a forest, you know. I've got thirty two foot mobiles, three Anti Air emplacements, two artillery units and fifteen R-41 Starchasers.
Helo mulled over the stats in his head.
They were now up against thirty two starfighters, seventy-five foot mobiles, seven Anti-Air emplacements and two artillery units. Where in the frak did the damn farmers get such an arsenal? Something wasn't right about this. And they still didn't have a visual on the eastern field. So they were way out matched. They needed General Delvardus' support. Or another orbital strike. Though he wanted to keep that to a minimum due to the fact that the Mandalorians were the ones getting the planet.
Jester's voice in his ears shook him from these thoughts.
Helo. The Boss and I doubled around and went to the east of the air strip. We've got a visual on what they are cooking over here.
The pit of Helo's stomach sank. He knew he didn't want to know, but he asked anyway.
Go ahead.
There was a nice long pause. Helo knew better than to call them again. As the minutes droned on, Jester reported again.
Sorry for the delay. Boss and I had some unexpected company. Alright, an update from the eastern field. I am counting nineteen foot mobiles, sixteen Z-95 Headhunters, four Anti Air emplacements and...oh frak me! We've got two 2-M Hover Tanks!
This time, Blackwall's voice sounded across the channel.
So, we are royally up shit creek. We've got forty-eight fighters, ninety-four foot mobiles, eleven Anti-Air emplacements, two artillery units and two hover tanks. We are not equipped to deal with this. Wait one. I'm going to try something.
And then the inter-team comm channel went silent. In the eastern field, Blackwall opened a comm channel with Reaper back at the LZ.
Reaper. Blackwall. If you can read me, pack up shop and head to Calna Muun. I need you to inform General Delvardus of our twenty. We've stumbled across a massive Agamarian Airbase. They've got enough firepower here to level a small city. I'm going to set this message to repeat every minute for the next ten minutes.
Blackwall set the message to repeat and glanced over at Jester, who was staring through the electrobinoculars.
So? Did you reach him? Or are we taking this on by ourselves?
Blackwall sighed deeply and slumped down on the grassy slope. He removed his helmet. Jester looked on at the eastern field for a few more minutes, then slide down beside Blackwall. He also removed his helmet.
"Looks like we've finally found that one we can't win. I'm not going to ask you to lay down your lives when help is maybe an hour out."
Jester nodded.
"You don't gotta ask, Boss. Each one of us would lay down our lives for the Order."
Blackwall looked up at Jester.
"This is suicide. I'm not wasting good men on suicide."
Jester grinned.
"What about those comm jammers and sensor dummies?"
Blackwall's face split into a grin.
"If we took out those jammers and dummies, this place would light up on the Tarkin's sensors. Or the Praetorian's. Though the chances of getting in undetected and destroying all of the jammers and dummies is slim."
Jester nodded. Blackwall slid his helmet back on and opened a channel with the rest of the team. It was time to go to work.
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Jul 22, 2016 12:06:47 GMT -8
From the bridge of the Tarkin Commander Remus monitored the chatter on the ground. The ship's tactical officers could not detect the airfield that Fireteam Castle and the others were scouting. No doubt due to the jammers and sensor dummies. As Remus stood over the holo table and listened he grew frustrated over how his men missed the air base in the initial assault. A young bridge officer arrives to deliver an update on the patrols being diverted.
=Ensign Toren=
Commander, the TIE Fighter patrols that we diverted from patrols to assist Fireteam Castle and Captain Blackwall are missing and we have been unable to contact them.
Thinking to himself, the Remus dismisses the young officer and opens a channel to Captain Blackwall...
Captain Blackwall, we have been unable to divert air support to your position and we are unable to detect the airbase you and your men speak of. But... allow me to offer this though. If your men could give us something we can hone in on, whether a beacon or visual I can have the Tarkin do a flyby assault. It won't be as accurate, but it'll certainly do damage and create enough chaos for your forces to do what they do best. Remus standing by.
Commander Remus felt for the men on the ground, he knew that their lives were just as important as his crew's lives. The flyby maneuver he spoke of was the same maneuver he used while commanding Zuka's Hammerhead-Class Cruiser, a much smaller vessel. Although successful, the maneuver attracted anti-air turrets and starfighters that heavily damaged the Equinox and nearly got him relieved of command.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 9:01:17 GMT -8
Northwest of Calna Muun
As he finishes issuing his latest sets of orders to the various Mando'ade units operating on Agamar, Faelan is made aware of the incoming transmission from General Delvardus, and listens as the commander of the First Order's forces in the campaign to take the agriworld says:General Delvardus to Mandalorian forces, the main highways between us are secure. Flood your troops along those roads and push towards the center of the city. Resistance was tense, but we have managed to secure much of the outskirts ahead of us. Report if you needissuing any assistance. General Delvardus out.
Once he has completed the conversation with the General, Faelan then begins contacting the commanding officers of the units he has selected to make the push for Calna Muun's center, after which he instructs a group of gunships to begin maneuvering to perform aerial reconnaissance and patrols over the roads the First Order forces have secured. With Mando'ade forces having secured the land bridges connecting Calna Muun to other inhabited islands, Faelan knows that the possibility of the agriworld's remaining defensive forces sending reinforcements is all but non-existent, and intends to keep sufficient forces at strategically selected land bridges to insure that does not change.
As Canderous-class assault tanks, Shadow V Combat Airspeeders, and other mechanized elements of the Mando'ade forces begin to maneuver for the rally point from which all will deploy for Calna Muun along with the men and women from the units chosen to make the push for the capital city's center, Faelan turns his attention to the other matters requiring attention. While the vast majority of Agamar's defensive force has either surrendered or been annihilated, there are a few small pockets of remaining resistance remaining to be dealt with, many of which are turning to guerrilla tactics in hopes of utilizing their knowledge of local terrain to their advantage, and Faelan knows that he and his troops will need to be sure not to allow overconfidence to give the local forces any advantages to exploit if the First Order and Mando'ade are to achieve a complete victory.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 18:52:21 GMT -8
Northwest of Calna Muun
With the ambush begun, Lorcan directs the actions of his men as the enemy force attempts to rally, sending some Mando'ade fireteams to advance from east and west, while ordering others to hold at certain points so that they are in place should any of Agamar's defenders escape. The fireteam that Neassa is a part of finds themselves facing a group of ten enemy troops, appearing more organized and bold than the majority of Agamar's defenders, that organize into two units that try and punch through the Mando'ade lines at the point defended by Neassa and her comrades . . .
Tango down, Neassa says as the enemy soldier drops. Advancing, Neassa informs the members of her fireteam as she rises into a crouch and, strafing the area the enemy troops are approaching from as she runs, darting for the cover of a strand of trees between her and the advancing enemies. Her strafing fire takes out another two enemies, but before she reaches cover another fires off a blaster bolt that causes Neassa to stagger slightly as it impacts harmlessly against the breastplate of her beskar'gam. Ignoring the pain, Neassa keeps on her feet, dropping to a knee as she reaches cover and shoulders her carbine to begin sending more precisely directed fire towards the advancing enemies. Clear, Neassa announces once the last of the enemy soldiers have been dealt with and her area of responsibility has been secured. Using specific eye movements to change the data scrolling down her HUD, Neassa checks to see how the rest of her fireteam is doing while listening to the comm chatter to learn if she can help elsewhere. |
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Post by Thomas Blackwall [Retired] on Jul 29, 2016 14:57:38 GMT -8
Sector Eight-Two-Four. Former Halaard Homestead. Current Agamar Resistance Air Strip.Helo sat perched on a stump at the very edge of the Agamarian Resistance Airstrip, looking through a set of electrobinoculars, trying to survey as best he could.So far, he counted twenty-seven infantry units on patrol at regular ten minute intervals. And that was just counting the northern field. He also saw twelve Z-95 Headhunters lined up neatly in a row with two Anti-Air Defense weapon emplacements at either end of the field. Fairly heavy considering they were fighting a bunch of backwater farmers. Helo called Viper as he continued to observe.Viper, how's the southern field look?There was a wash of static, and then Viper's voice crackled through.I'm counting sixteen foot mobiles, two anti air emplacements at either end of field and five bomber class ships. Looks like a much larger B-Wing.Helo chuckled. He tended to forget that Viper was as young as he was.Most likely the H-60 Tempest. Okay. So we have seventeen mixed fighters, forty-three foot mobiles and four AA emplacements so far. Orion, what's going on in the western field.There was a several second delay. Just as Helo was about the call Orion again, he replied.Sorry Helo. Damn near got spotted. White ain't the best color to blend with a forest, you know. I've got thirty two foot mobiles, three Anti Air emplacements, two artillery units and fifteen R-41 Starchasers.Helo mulled over the stats in his head.They were now up against thirty two starfighters, seventy-five foot mobiles, seven Anti-Air emplacements and two artillery units. Where in the frak did the damn farmers get such an arsenal? Something wasn't right about this. And they still didn't have a visual on the eastern field. So they were way out matched. They needed General Delvardus' support. Or another orbital strike. Though he wanted to keep that to a minimum due to the fact that the Mandalorians were the ones getting the planet.Jester's voice in his ears shook him from these thoughts.Helo. The Boss and I doubled around and went to the east of the air strip. We've got a visual on what they are cooking over here.The pit of Helo's stomach sank. He knew he didn't want to know, but he asked anyway.Go ahead.There was a nice long pause. Helo knew better than to call them again. As the minutes droned on, Jester reported again.Sorry for the delay. Boss and I had some unexpected company. Alright, an update from the eastern field. I am counting nineteen foot mobiles, sixteen Z-95 Headhunters, four Anti Air emplacements and...oh frak me! We've got two 2-M Hover Tanks!This time, Blackwall's voice sounded across the channel.So, we are royally up shit creek. We've got forty-eight fighters, ninety-four foot mobiles, eleven Anti-Air emplacements, two artillery units and two hover tanks. We are not equipped to deal with this. Wait one. I'm going to try something.And then the inter-team comm channel went silent. In the eastern field, Blackwall opened a comm channel with Reaper back at the LZ.Reaper. Blackwall. If you can read me, pack up shop and head to Calna Muun. I need you to inform General Delvardus of our twenty. We've stumbled across a massive Agamarian Airbase. They've got enough firepower here to level a small city. I'm going to set this message to repeat every minute for the next ten minutes.Blackwall set the message to repeat and glanced over at Jester, who was staring through the electrobinoculars.So? Did you reach him? Or are we taking this on by ourselves?Blackwall sighed deeply and slumped down on the grassy slope. He removed his helmet. Jester looked on at the eastern field for a few more minutes, then slide down beside Blackwall. He also removed his helmet."Looks like we've finally found that one we can't win. I'm not going to ask you to lay down your lives when help is maybe an hour out."Jester nodded."You don't gotta ask, Boss. Each one of us would lay down our lives for the Order."Blackwall looked up at Jester."This is suicide. I'm not wasting good men on suicide."Jester grinned."What about those comm jammers and sensor dummies?"Blackwall's face split into a grin."If we took out those jammers and dummies, this place would light up on the Tarkin's sensors. Or the Praetorian's. Though the chances of getting in undetected and destroying all of the jammers and dummies is slim."Jester nodded. Blackwall slid his helmet back on and opened a channel with the rest of the team. It was time to go to work. |
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