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Dec 12, 2015 18:23:41 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2015 18:23:41 GMT -8
Athos made his way back to the spaceport after having returned the speederbike, quite glad to be rid of the thing. He hopped in the cockpit and began the start up process as he contacted Master Rawkill, with the Ewok Jedi Master's hologram appearing on his dashboard a few seconds later
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
Ah, Knight Athos, how goes your mission to Dantooine?
=Jedi Knight Athos Nathis=
It's not all tha' good Master. I've uploaded what I found to tha archives...
Rawkill paused for a moment as he checked his datapad and reviewed the information, most prominently the facial scans and the results some of them had born
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
So Master Tuhlute was right... I fear this situation cannot simply be ignored. For now, I would like you to run down any leads you can, find out as much as possible about where they went, where they are going, and what they are doing. Whilst Master Tuhlute may have noble intentions, he is aiding a murderer, and I fear, is being mislead by an imposter... If you ever catch up with this group, do not engage them, understood? In the mean time, I'll have an Order wide alert put out...
=Jedi Knight Athos Nathis=
Understood Master...
The hologram then disappeared as Athos returned his attention to piloting The Musketeer up into orbit and making the jump to hyperspace
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Jan 10, 2016 22:25:12 GMT -8
Post by Giannah Kaye on Jan 10, 2016 22:25:12 GMT -8
I keep my cloak's hood up as I slip into the cantina. I get a few glances from the patrons, but that's it. They don't want attention any more than I do; that's why they're here. I keep my eyes down as I order a drink from the bar; only once I'm seated in an out-of-the-way booth do I sweep the room. That Sullustan at the end of the bar is selling spice. That human couple talking earnestly to each other in the corner booth are on the run. That Twi'lek woman playing Pazaak with an IG droid is watching for someone specific. I can sense these things. I can thank my connection to the Force for some of it, but mostly it's just experience. When you grow up with smugglers, you tend to gain insights beyond your years—regarding certain types of people anyway.
My drink tastes like bantha piss, but it's strong and takes the edge off. But I can't seem to sit still, and I can't get out of my head. I'm pretty expert at disappearing in a city like Garang, but being this close to the Jedi Enclave makes me très nervous. You'd think a failed Padawan wouldn't make enough of a ripple for the Jedi to detect on a planet with this many Force-sensitives, but what do I know? My nerves start jangling again, and I gag on big swallow of my drink.
Somebody slides into my booth so suddenly I almost shout my surprise. My hand instinctively drops to my lightsaber, but I can't be seen using that here, so I draw my blaster instead and aim it under the table at the newcomer.
"GK?" he says. His hands are under the table, too. I'd bet good credits he's got a blaster on me as well.
"Who's asking?" I look him over. Human. Young, maybe as young as me. Half his head is shaved, and the hair on the other side is long and straight and falls like a curtain from his scalp to his shoulder.
"I've got a message for GK from Jess Kendo. That name mean anything to you?"
Of course it does, but I don't like the way he's smiling. Smug-like. "It might."
His smile gets bigger and meaner. "It does!"
Damn it! My face must have given me away.
He says, "I've got a blaster aimed right at your—well, I was gonna say your belly button, but do aliens have belly buttons? Anyway, how about you put your hands on the table where I can see 'em?"
Split-second decision: influence his mind or no? Obvious answer: not this close to the Jedi Enclave. So I smile and say, "Your blaster and mine makes two, pal. Mine's pointed...a little lower than your belly button." He flinches. I continue, "Look, either you're screwing Jess, or Jess is screwing me, but either way a shootout in this cantina helps nobody. You must be new to the life, else you'd know nobody screws Jess and lives, and you'd know that Jess is a cheap bastard, meaning if you're working for him you're going to die before you get paid for—"
A shape looms up in my periphery, and then there's the cold muzzle of a blaster pressing against my head. Across the table, the human brings his blaster up into view, pointing it right at my chest. He says firmly, "How about you put your hands on the table where I can see 'em?"
Without turning, I shoot a look at the guy with the gun to my head. It's the Sullustan from the end of the bar. Damn it, I got that one wrong. I slowly raise my hands, letting my blaster swing harmless by its trigger guard. I say to the Sullustan, "But you're also selling spice, right?"
He clocks me a good one with the side of his blaster.
The human says, "Any other weapons?"
The Sullustan says, "We'll hurt you for any we find when we search you."
I pull my hold-out and slide it across the table.
The human says, "What about your lightsaber?"
I laugh. "How stupid do you think I am? I sold the damn thing the same week I left the Jedi. A lightsaber's only going to draw their attention; I didn't want it anywhere near me."
The human doesn't look convinced. He nods to the Sullustan. "Search her, Oulu."
Split-second decision: influence their minds this close to the Jedi Enclave, or no? Obvious answer: I can't let them have my lightsaber. I reach out with my mind, in two directions. I've never tried this on two people at once before. "You don't want to search me in here, in front of everybody."
The human says, "We don't want to search her in here, in front of everybody."
The Sullustan says, "Why not?"
"You don't want to search me in here, in front of everybody."
The human says, "We don't want to search her in here, in front of everybody."
The Sullustan says, "Right. We don't want to search her in here, in front of everybody."
He hauls me to my feet. The human stands up, and they escort me out the door, left down the street, another left into an alley. The Sullustan jams me up against the side of a building, his voice in my ear: "Hands on the wall, Zabrak."
I don't move. I reach out with the Force and touch the human's mind. I see it in an instant: he's working for Jess Kendo. Jess means to take me prisoner and see how much the Jedi are willing to pay the man who captured their rogue Padawan. Jess, you bastard.
The Sullustan says, "You go deaf all of a sudden? Hands on the wall!"
I can't go back to face the Jedi's punishment. If the Jedi don't take me, Jess will try to sell me to somebody even worse—and I don't even want to think about what he'll do to me if he can't sell me. I can't let these men take me. I grab my lightsaber, turn it in my hand, let the Force guide my aim. I hit the button and the blade ignites, burning through my cloak and the Sullustan's chest behind me. I feel him die. I hit the button again, spin around, ignite the saber again. The human's reaching for his blaster, there's fear in his eyes. I thrust one-handed, put the glowing blade through his chest. He's dead before his body hits the ground.
I retrieve my blasters. Then I take the human's blaster and shoot the Sullustan full of holes, taking special care to blast the lightsaber wound beyond recognition. I do the same to the human with the Sullustan's blaster. I've seen the aftermath of a back-alley gunfight before, I know how to make it look real.
Shaking all over, I run as far away from there as I can.
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Apr 9, 2016 11:50:42 GMT -8
Post by Alpharius on Apr 9, 2016 11:50:42 GMT -8
It was the sudden roar of warning klaxons that had caused the General to spill his re-caffeinated beverage across his lap. He wasn't expecting this. Sufficed to say, he was of the mind that those sirens would never have blared during the duration of his tour. Now, as the opposite was proven true, and his lap soiled with the steaming liquid, the General roused himself from his desk and marched over towards his command terminal.
Two small garrisons had been established upon the verdant world of Dantooine. The first was within the restored walls of the Jedi Enclave, a place where both the Alliance and Jedi personnel could work together in learning how to counter any forces that the Imperials might throw at them. The second was based within the Capital City, Garang, to ensure that while the one arm of this world had begun to sharpen its sword, the other was free to polish the shield. This military base would form the bulk of the planet's defenses. Localized planetary shields and heavy turbolaser emplacements were stationed within the towering habitat blocks, giving the city a way to defend itself should the enemy come this way. Even when those had failed, for there was no if, the walls themselves would hold in the face of enemy bombardment, protecting the lives of those within until the Alliance Fleet had arrived. They would hold the line, they would save everyone, and they would end the Imperial Threat with a crushing blow in both theatres.
General Brakin Luss knew better. While it was a hopeful dream at best, there would be casualties. People would die, be they innocent or not. Such was the way of war. Death was the only constant companion everyone had, so in his eyes, they had to accept it or be consumed by the rising tides of the dark. Stripping himself of the soiled clothing, the General began to adorn himself in his panoply of war. A worn blast vest was clipped into place atop his dark, forest green combat fatigues, and a matching beret had been affixed atop his scalp. The polished Starbird of the ancient Rebellion had been pushed into the fabric of the beret, and the headdress itself was pulled slightly to the left. It was his homeworld's tradition to do such a thing, and as he had taken up the symbol of the old ways of fighting for what he believed in, like the Asset, the General wore it proudly. No Imperial Basterd would take this world while he commanded the might of the Alliance on the surface.
Let them come.
Let them see what the Galaxy has become in their absence.
They will know the courage of free men, and weep in despair as the righteous flame of liberty burns ever brighter.
Let them come.
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Apr 12, 2016 21:20:20 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2016 21:20:20 GMT -8
Several data streams were sent from the Jedi Enclave, to the command garrison in Garang. The files contained video recordings from the scouts that had visited the Imperial Outpost, showing the Dark Troopers currently inhabiting it, as well as the arrival of the dropships. A few moments later, a holo call came through for General Luss, which when answered, would cause a small holo projection of Commander Sahiir to appear. The pair had never worked together before, but Sahiir had read the General's file, and knew he was a capable man, and was willing to place her trust in him General, Knight Vel has made contact with Imperial forces groundside, theiur numbers are increasing. We're under equipped to deal with this, we need your aide, and we need to get word to our allies....
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Apr 13, 2016 18:52:04 GMT -8
Post by Alpharius on Apr 13, 2016 18:52:04 GMT -8
In the days before the coming of the Sith Empire and their Herald, Darth Malak, the City of Garang had barely held a candle to the might and majesty of an entire Starscraper adorning the surface of Coruscant. It was nothing more than a meager collection of family owned estates and administration hubs; that surrounded the diminutive Spaceport built within the heart of Dantooine's Capital. Which in turn played host to only one reputable Sub-Orbital Transport Corporation that had been submerged in idle farmhand rumor and speculation until the planet was put to the torch years later, during the height of the Jedi Civil War. Thus, began Garang's Phoenician rise from the ashes. She had rebuilt herself in the stylized fashion of her native people but had been advanced into the modern age. Nobles from across the Galaxy had purchased what broken remnants of land they could Salvage from the salted earth and had carved themselves a comfortable living in tilling the soil. Those few that had survived Malak's wrath had begun to thrive with the new influx of the Old Republic's wealth and humanitarian aid, allowing them to build the foundations for what Garang had become to this very day.
The City itself was located on the opposite hemisphere in regards to the Imperial Garrison, which in turn had placed the former Ruins of the Jedi Enclave somewhere in the center of that equatorial line. Nestled along the coast of Dantooine's northmost ocean, Garang had risen out of the inland plateau and had towered over the horizon. Silver and white spires spun with glass and plaster had dominated several of the City's central districts, while smaller buildings had rung around such seemingly archaic Skyscrapers. Between these interconnected towers, they had formed the one of the many Administration Hubs of the entire Raioballo Sector during the twilight years of the Old Republic and had seated several Imperial Moffs during the reign of the Galactic Empire. Though, with many records having been destroyed over the years, such information was unlikely to be true. However, the city itself, aside from the logistical heartland was nothing more than towering habitation blocks for the various farmhands that worked the lands owned by the Local Government, and various other attractions to keep the populace content with their meager lives.
Now, the City had become something else entirely. A myriad of scavenged Turbolaser towers dotted the empty lots between the habitation units, and unseen demolition charges were set near the base of almost every tower and domicile. It was a tactic that was new to the battlefields of the future, and one that the Alliance, in their hour of desperation, had hoped would work. If the Imperials sought to take the city, and with the energized shield protecting them from bombardment they had little choice, the Alliance would deny them the opportunity. Homes could be rebuilt, crops resowed, as long as there were people with the will to restore their way of life - Dantooine would live on. Thus, as the Imperial Fleet had been detected as they entered the system, the Evacuation had begun. The Nobles that had resided within their secluded estates had left of their own accord, leaving the Alliance of Free Planets to handle what remained of the Civilian population that didn't wish to defend their world. That meant dozens of clamshell transports had hung in the air orbiting the central landing hub, devouring the Citizens of Garang by the boat load. They would be able to escape the planet, as the hostile fleet had taken up position on the other side of the world - leaving an escape avenue open for a limited time in which the natives could use to flee the coming battle.
The Spaceport itself, where vessels of virtually every make and model had once berthed, had become a Fortress seemingly overnight. Lengths of monofilament wire were rolled out and had been stretched from one end of the landing facility to the other, encasing the converted command center with a deadly circlet of flesh-shearing cord that was nearly invisible to the naked eye. Dragons teeth, along with various Anti-Armour defenses were hastily erected in anticipation for the inevitable assault upon the surface. Prefabricated Pillboxes had been affixed to the surface of the Spaceport and were armed with heavy repeating blasters that had been sighted down the lengths of what would be affectionately called Choke Points. Anti-Aircraft Emplacements were wheeled out onto the massive flight deck, ringing the facility at each expected avenue of approach, though their defensive circle had favored the side not placed against the backdrop of the city.
It was here, in the heart of the Spaceport, that the General had ordered the Emitter Array and the Power Generator for the localized Planetary shield to be placed. Where better to put such strategically vital elements than within the heart of his new command center, and surround them on all sides with the heaviest arms in their arsenal and whatever armour they could salvage from far-flung worlds the Republic had sought to foolishly protect. Everything he and his men had attached to the surface of Dantooine had taken a period of several weeks to perfect. In that time, the Chiss Ascendancy had fallen, and a meager band of Rebels had faced the fledgling might of a resurgent Imperium aboard a train bound to the surface of Garqi. Though they had silently taken their place as Sentinels, and began their watch, they ensured that the planet and the people thereafter would not experience the same horrors that had ruined their City in ages past, at least without a fight.
General Brakin Luss had intended to give the natives that chance. He was as ready as he would ever be, and though his uniform reeked of spilled ReCaf, the man looked every part the able-bodied Soldier. Holstering the brace of Dissuader KD-30 Slugthrowers, the General armed himself his tactical datapad and marched out of his appropriated quarters. They were coming, as he had expected them too. Dantooine and Garang after that would put up a fight for as long as they could, but in the back of his mind, where the seed of hope now sprouted, Brakin had faith that the Word of Hermes had made it past the Imperial Fleet and had brought word to the mustering Alliance Fleet above Kashyyyk. Though, even at their best speed, such a journey would take several days - not including the return trip. He would have to hold the line until then. With two Regiments of disciplined Soldiers and nearly two full company's of volunteers, the General had a good feeling about their odds.
That was until he received a troubling dispatch wired to him through their ancillary base at the Jedi Enclave. A disturbing audio and visual picture had been painted, leaving the Anaxi-born with a sour taste in his mouth. Dark Troopers. It seemed that this remnant had found what was once believed to be destroyed, and had remade those obsidian clad terrors from another age. That seed of hope began to wilt ever so slightly as he played out the image again and again. They had repulsor tanks and some atmospheric aircraft too, but there was a momentary flicker of doubt that had crossed his mind. Had he not been blessed with the tactical sense of foresight, a single squadron of those blighted machines would've walked through the Capital and brought ruination down upon the people who called Dantooine home. Pushing the continuously scrolling readout aside and passing by his Aide's chambers, Brakin roused the youthful Soldier from his cot and ordered him to ready the men and marshal the army.
The Imperials had begun their landings, and the time to man the parapets was nigh. It wouldn't be long until the Battle was joined, and the Rebellion would truly begin.
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Apr 28, 2016 21:56:54 GMT -8
Post by Medleyn Maiplwuud on Apr 28, 2016 21:56:54 GMT -8
“Where are their fighters?” said Medleyn through gritted teeth. Her brief exchange against the Imperial's bombers at the Enclave just a fresh event for her, she was surprised to discover that the Rebels and Jedi didn't appear to have any sort of airspace support. If she was all that counted for air support, this planet was doomed. There was only so much a lone ARC-170 could do. But Medleyn wasn't one to see impossibilities. There was always a way to overcome. Her ship's transponders gave the Jedi codes and signals, so she was able to enter the city easily enough, and she activated her ship's external speakers, :: Attention! The attack has begun. Bombers have struck the Jedi Enclave. Mount your defences now. ::
She repeated her message twice more, also keying in the com for ground control, seeking the commander or whoever was in charge around here. Hopefully they could collaborate, and more importantly, point Medleyn in the direction of someone important in the enemy side to kill. Right now, being in a Jedi starfighter, the personnel below would assume she was an ally, and technically she was. Attacking the bombers clearly indicated to everyone whose side she was on. But once they saw her in person, they might shoot her first. She had to be ready for that. She continued to float around the city, waiting for a response and a direction to land her ship.
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Post by Alpharius on May 1, 2016 10:38:50 GMT -8
With contact from the Enclave being severed, the General knew that the Battle had truly begun. The first transport was away, and the second was ready to follow suit. As it stood, while he wished with ever fibre of his being to sally forth and strike at the Imperials while they were making their landings, He had a job to do and people to protect. Every fighter, tank, and able-bodied soldier at his command would remain within the shrouded bubble that encircled the entire city. They could not risk having any errant elements outside of their assigned stations when the Imperials had marched on the City. Brakin's face had hardened into an expressionless grimace, as his mind raced to predict what those Imperialist Pigs would do next, knowing that all routes ran towards the Shield Generator. With the protective dome of coruscating energy activated, they couldn't waste their ammunition on bombardments - via the Orbital route or with Atmospheric Bombers. Their commander would know that the defensive emplacements placed around the city would gun them down long before they would be able to drop their payloads and return for another attack run. That was what he wanted the man to think. If it was a man commanding them at all. Who knew with these Imperials these days; shifting morals, and all. Nevertheless, their only route to the Shield Generator had laid through the city streets and the hastily erected barricades that marred their surface. All roads would lead to the spaceport, and as the General had imagined, it was here that the bloodiest of battles would be fought. They no doubt had Force-Users on their side. Imperial Knights, perhaps even those recently revealed Knights of Ren. No matter. As good as a Jedi-Kin was, they were no match for what he had in store. They'd die like the mortals they so callously disregard, and should he live out the day - they would know that even gods can bleed.
Patting his holstered pistols and moving through the chaotic and interconnected weave of technology that was his command centre, Brakin stood before the tactical holoprojector and watched as the last transmission from the Enclave looped over and over again. Their generator gave out, and from the looks of the image, it happened long before the Imperial bombers had gotten in range. Sabotage, perhaps? It was possible, and with how uncertain several of his volunteers were when they elected to stay behind, it was more than possible to have an infiltrator among their ranks. That was all right, for he expected such a thing. He wasn't born yesterday, and a galaxy in flames breeds the best kind of soldier. That was why the volunteers were deployed on the outlying reaches of his defensive curtain, acting as the first line of defence against Imperial Aggression. They'd die for their world, and all chances of infiltration would remain solely on his men. Even then, the seed of doubt wouldn't take root. He had spent a lifetime leading these men from front to front, knowing them all by name and personally vetting them in the eyes of the Alliance. There wasn't an Infiltrator among them. That, he could personally guarantee. Now, turncoats and cowards? Such was the way of war. Men who believe by betraying their comrades in arms earns them another day in the bosom of their enemies. It was a shame such a thing never came to pass in the end. He learned that the hard way.
As if on instinct, he ran a weathered thumb along the base of his neck and felt the puckered scar tissue retract underneath his unwanted touch. He was lucky the boy was inexperienced, or else he would've been dead long ago. To counter this, every single one of his men had pledged their lives to him and their cause. Slicing their palms and swearing a blood oath. From where they came from, such a pact could not be broken. No matter how hard someone tried. They were dead men already, and every one of them had come to accept that fact. Thus, before they had fallen into Death's cold embrace, they would make damn sure that they took a tenfold score of Imperial Bastard's with them. When the image had played out once more, the General's attention was torn from the display and swivelled towards the nearby comms technician.
"Sir? We've got an old ARC-170 coming in. It's broadcasting old Jedi codes, Sir. We're talking older than anything we have on record."
He nodded and pursed his lips as he considered his options. There was a chance that this was a Jedi, who carelessly forgot to update their codes before taking that relic out of an old war museum, but there was also a chance this was one of the many cunning ruses that these new Imperials could've employed. Could he risk allowing this solitary vessel into his perimeter? Hell, if it was a single Jedi or Sith, or whatever the hell they call themselves these days, Brakin was confident that he was more than capable of handling himself. Besides, one bullet from his freshly oiled sidearm, and whoever it was inside that cockpit wouldn't be nothing more than a memory to be mocked by the ashes of history.
"Very well. Let it through. Task the forward batteries to track her movements and ensure she flies straight to the Starport. Any deviation, and feel free to atomise her ship."
The man coughed.
"There's something else, Sir."
Raising an eyebrow, the General wordlessly bid his technician to continue.
"It's a woman's voice, Sir, and she's demanding that we mount our defence."
Brakin's teeth clenched. Hard. His eyes were closed, and for a long moment, the man did nothing. He stood there in silence, as the flurry of chaotic command passed him by. After what seemed like a minute had passed, the General opened his eyes and nearly growled out his response.
"Wonderful. One of those people." The General paused. "Relay my command and tell Sergeant Rourke to meet me out on the tarmac. We might have a situation on our hands."
With his command given, the localized defense shield had opened like a shutter to permit the venerable combat craft entry to the city. Once it had passed through the defensive shell, the barrier closed to seal the city in its protective embrace. Towering turbolaser turrets swiveled and tracked the ARC-170 as it made's it journey towards the Starport. Once there, the General, surrounded by ten men clad in the re-purposed regalia of the New Republic Shocktroopers, stood. Awaiting his newest guest with arms wide open, but ready should this woman prove to be hostile.
In the distance, the second transport had begun its ascent towards the heavens and freedom there after. This time, it wasn't alone. Two old ChaseX model X-wings had flown in formation with the Action Transport, to safeguard the converted passenger line towards an uncertain future.
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May 3, 2016 3:05:52 GMT -8
Post by Medleyn Maiplwuud on May 3, 2016 3:05:52 GMT -8
She did not have to wait long for a response, as she soon found a response advising her to land at the starport. She took note of the shields that protected this city, and the gun emplacements that seemed to be following her movements like a hawk. They were rightfully wary of her, and her intentions. She would have been too if she were in their place. She activated her com and said, :: Understood, control. ::
Yes, she understood.
She was threading on a knife's edge now, with whoever was in charge. They were already in a state of high alert, and her arrival could be viewed as an enemy ruse of some sort. When the shields were lowered to let her in, she immediately moved her ship under it, and watched as an Action Transport, escorted by two X-wings blasted into the sky, leaving the atmosphere. The non-combatants were still being evacuated. Two X-Wings wouldn't stand up for long against the armada above, but if they were careful, they may be able to evade the large ships and make to lightspeed, going anywhere that was far from here, and safe.
Wincing, and nearly jerking her steering yoke, Medleyn reacted to sharp pains from her wounds, both the ones she'd inflicted herself, and the ones that she'd acquired from her last battle with her own family. Pushing her discomfort aside, she focused on getting her craft down while trying to look as unthreatening as possible, hence why her own shields were lowered and her weapons were powered down, the s-foils locked into flight position. All the way, the turbolaser turrets continued to track her while she flew, and as she saw the landing site, she noted the welcoming committee, ten heavily armed troopers, and one man, whom she assumed was the man in charge.
She made her final landing approach with ease, and powered down the craft. For a moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of...concern. Not for herself, but for all that was about to transpire. It was as if the Force did not want this battle to happen. There was no other way to describe it.
She opened the canopy and fought to avoid stumbling as she climbed down. Her torn and battle-damaged attire, along with the knife wounds on her face, neck and arms were visible for all to see, as blood seeped out in thin rivulets from them. Her dark red hair was unkempt and messy, but then, it usually was always like that. What was more obvious was how young she was, and the orangy red glow of her Sith eyes, which she locked on the man in charge. She held her hands up in a surrender gesture, well away from her lightsaber, though the Sith Assassin pistol that was strapped to its holster over her heart could still be reached if she so wished, along with the crystal dagger strapped against her back. But these were not the people she was here to fight. These were Tofhir's people. The people she was to help. The Sith was her enemy now. The Sith and all that served the Dark Side.
“My name is Medleyn Maiplwuud,” said the girl, “I am...I was a Sith Assassin.”
Better to speak the truth. It was always better to speak the truth. Even if it led to her death.
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Post by Aeryn Morningstar on May 4, 2016 2:04:45 GMT -8
* Inside the TIE/lander Aeryn tells the pilot to keep the ship low and off of any scanners or radar equipment the enemy would be using. Hopefully with the bombers flying above the city, the forces within Garang would be preoccupied with that assault to be looking for anything miles away from the city. After a few minutes the pilot tells Aeryn that they where 20 miles outside the city limits, with a quick motion Aeryn directs the pilot to land.
Once all the troops where off the landing craft and the equipment was offloaded, the TIE/lander takes off and returns to the Imperial outpost. Aeryn breaks the troopers up into their 20 man squads. Each squad consisting of 2 storm trooper snipers, 2 communications troopers, 4 scout/evo troopers and 12 storm troopers. All troopers are equipped for long range operations and have armor coloration/design for the environment of Dantooine.
After the men where ready Aeryn quickly transfers his mission objectives to the squad leaders and then gives out his objectives to his men*
" This mission is solely recon....currently our bombers are working over Garang and once they stop we will be moving in for our assault. But we cannot have our forces going into that city blind. Gather as much intel as possible, troop movements, high value targets and defensive positions. Once we have what we need, snipers and comms will move to support positions while the rest of us will join the first wave. "
* Aeryn pulls his black spider silk face cover up just over his nose. *
" I want a full circle around the city, We currently 10 miles oustide of the city limits. Cover will be limited due to the terrain, do move any closer the four miles outside of the target during the day. Night operations we can advance up to two miles outside of the target. We have a 16 mile trek to our positions, lets get moving. "
* Aeryn and his 6 storm trooper squads move out towards the city *
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Post by Alpharius on May 22, 2016 10:24:06 GMT -8
Brakin's eyes narrowed into venomous slits as the woman revealed herself to be a Sith Assassin, or at least was formerly a part of their reviled order. Had she not presented herself in such a demeaning fashion, the General was half tempted to order his men to shoot her on the spot. However, it was a rare occurrence that someone transfixed with the Sith Religion would give themselves up so easily. Most of the Darksiders that he had known would've slain them on the spot, once the fighter's canopy was opened. Something about crushing their windpipes with their minds, or possibly something more theatrically brutal. That, at least, was a point in favor of her survival.
"Welcome to Dantooine, Medleyn. By your admission, you claim to no longer be a Sith Assassin, and as people with your..." He paused to find the right word. "Talents, are in short supply here, know that you'll be treated with the respect all defectors deserve. I'll be assigning a unit to watch over you during your duration on the surface, not only because I have yet to find a reason to trust you, but should I need one - they'll be your judge, jury, and executioner if required."
His face was implicit, and his mind betrayed no emotion as the General spoke. He knew exactly how these cursed souls had operated. Reading the minds of their comrades and enemies alike to gauge how they'd react to the situation, even going so far as to warp it to their liking should something go astray. Brakin couldn't afford to have his mind toyed with just yet, as the man had a battle to win and Imperials to fend off. Such meaningless cantrips would only ruin what he had in store for the bastards orbiting above, and those now infecting the world with their vile footsteps.
"So," He began anew, "Assassin. How exactly do you see yourself being useful here? I've got lots to do, and if you wanted to get yourself in my good graces, you're more than welcome to assign yourself to whatever front you so choose. We're in a great tactical position, as all roads eventually lead toward the Spaceport, and our backs are to the sea. The shield you passed through will protect us from bombardment for the next few months, and we've got scout units reconnoitering the outskirts of the city."
The General stopped for a moment and looked back towards the converted fortress that surmised the entirety of the Spaceport.
"Our scanners will be able to see almost anything the Imperials toss our way, and it's likely that they have a probing force en route to our position as we speak. We lost contact with our outpost at the Jedi Enclave and the last transmission we had from them, the one that could at least be cleared up enough to understand, was that the Imperials have rediscovered a cache of Dark Troopers and are deploying them here."
He turned back towards the woman and presented the hollow image of a smile, one that seemed to sap the warmth out of the otherwise pleasant gesture.
"I'm telling you all of this, not because I've suddenly decided to bring you into my confidence, but because there's nothing I could do to stop you if you were my enemy. I already let you into the city and meet with me face to face. Plus, I don't care if you relay that information back to your Imperials masters if you were a part of the attacking force - there's still much you won't know, or find out about until it's too late."
Gesturing to the heavily armed unit of men behind him, Brakin placed his hands atop of his waist, slipping his thumbs into the loops of his belt.
"Sergeant Rourke and his men here will be your assigned detail. Whatever route you choose, he and his men will accompany you."
And with that, the General waited to see what this former Sith Assassin would do.
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Post by Aeryn Morningstar on May 24, 2016 1:15:19 GMT -8
* After having spent two days watching Garang, Aeryn had begun to feel a bit impatient. The Imperial Forces where taking in his opinion far to long to gather and assault the space port. At this rate the battle would soon become a stalemate of attrition, and the longer they waited the more likely Jedi reinforcements would arrive on Dantooine. Opening his canteen, Aeryn takes a quick swig of water and then motions for one of his troopers to come forward. The sun had begun to set and dusk was now upon them, once the trooper makes it over to Aeryn, he tells the Captain his plan*
" Captain, what do we have so far "
Storm Trooper Captain
:: Sir we have been monitoring the rebel patrols outside of Garang, but no definitive intel on anything inside. As long as that shield is up our recon abilities are severally limited::
* Aeryn rolls easily onto his stomach and takes out his micro binoculars and looks at the main entry to Garang. There was only one patrol out at this time but it would be impossible for his small force to get inside the spaceport or even attempt any sort of an attack. Moving down back to cover, Aeryn unclips his issued imperial lightsaber leaving his personal one still on his belt. He takes off anything with the First Order insignia on it and grabs a brown worn down travelers robe from his pack. Donning the rob, Aeryn rubs some dirt on his under clothes and his face. Looking up at the Captain a small smirk crosses his face*
" Hit me"
* The Strom Trooper captain hesitates but Aeryn nods in approval. The Captain punches Aeryn multiple time in the face giving him a bloodied lip and a black left eye. *
" *Coughs* "Here is the plan, I will run towards Garang. I need you and your squad to fire at me and give fake pursuit. I will deflect some of the blaster fire and the use the force to absorb one of your shots. Once I am down, you and the rest of them men need to fall back and then retreat back to the Imperial outpost. Hopefully the rebels inside will think I am Jedi and take me inside Garang. Once inside I will get to work on that shield. "
* The Captain nods and Aeryn gets up and heads towards Garang, once it is within eye sight he begins running towards it. A few moments later his troopers are behind and bein sending a hail of blaster fire at him. Aeryn keeps running, heknows that that the rebel scanners would have picked up the activity at this point and would be looking to see what the commotion was about. Aeryn un clips his lightsaber and the cyan blue blade come to life, he begins to raggedly deflects some of the blaster fie coming towards him. Now was the time, through the force Aeryn tracks the blaster fire behind him and draws on the force for power. He focuses the force first at the back of his thigh, as the bolt of energy hits his leg he uses the force to disperse most of the energy but still allows it cause some damage. Entering running limp almost hobble, Aeryn turns slightly to look back at his would attackers and uses the force to catch the next bolt in the chest. He feels his chest burn as the energy burns his skin but he turns the would be fatal would to only a minor injury.
Aeryn falls to the ground, as he hits the dirt his lightsaber turns off. Aeryn watches as his troopers stop firing then fall back. About a mile outside of Garang now, he waits a few minutes and once his troopers are out of sight he begins to crawl towards Garang. after a few struggling movements, Aeryn reaches a shaking arm up towards the city and then lets his body go limp. Aeryn then draws on the force and sends out ripples of help, need and hurt. Hopefully the patrol or the soldiers at the front defenses would feel these ripples in the back of their minds and they would sub-consciously drawn to help him. For to the unknowing person, what had just taken place looked liked an Imperial strike unit had just hunted down a Jedi. Aeryn lays on the ground and waits *
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Post by Medleyn Maiplwuud on May 26, 2016 22:57:36 GMT -8
Medleyn maintained her neutral and calm expression - with a slight grimace every now and then whenever she felt a strong twinge of pain from her wounds - while the man in charge sized her up. To his credit, neither he nor his men had reacted aggressively upon realization that she was no Jedi. She was prepared for anything, even defending herself if necessary, but she was somewhat relieved that it didn't come down to that, thus far. It would have made communications and working together with them that much harder. All that went through her mind now was to fulfil Tophir's request to her. So she reminded herself over and over again, that these were his people, and it would be counterproductive to fight with them at this point. The man was rightfully and expectantly suspicious of her and her intentions. Even if he hadn't spoken, she could perceive his thoughts based on the expressions he made. As part of her training, she learned to study body-language and micro-expressions. She was still not fully experienced, but she knew what to look for.
Nevertheless, he did speak, and she nodded ever so slightly at his fairly accurate statements. He was cautious, but not foolish. He gave her some benefit of the doubt, but also ensured that if there was any duplicity on her part, he would be covered from such a mistake. Her eyes wandered over to study the men who accompanied the leader. She got the distinct impression they had little to no talent in the Force, but that did not mean she could take them on while they were on a state of high alert and paying full attention to her. Grimly, she acknowledged their capacity for combat. Slowly, she lowered her arms as the man who was the leader continued to speak with her, and unthreateningly folded her arms over her chest, regarding him with a look, and was about to answer his query, but as her lips parted to speak, she pursed them again when he continued to provide her with intel.
Initially she was curious as to why he did so, but then he revealed exactly why he was dropping information on her when he had just made it clear that he wasn't giving her full trust. Essentially, he had told her a lot, but gave away absolutely nothing at all. Once again, she found her respect and even admiration for this man growing. This despite the fact they had met for all of a few minutes in their exchange. If the Republic men were like him, she believed she would be very comfortable working with them. She also reacted slightly to the mention of Dark Troopers. She knew what those things were, and she didn't like them one bit. They were unnatural. Freaks. They made her look relatively normal by comparison. She realized that the man, whose name she did not yet know, was in fact taking a calculated risk allowing her in by this much.
She nodded at Sergeant Rourke and then turned back to the commander, “I find the terms acceptable.”
After she said that, she lowered her hands and planted them on her hips, then turned to look in the general direction of the Jedi Enclave where she had only moments before engaged in a futile battle to fend off TIE Bombers. If she had stayed, she might have bought a little more time for the Jedi Knights there, but she also would have increased her probability of getting hit by one of the fighters. And she recalled something she had observed when the bombings began. “I do not know what you are aware of, sir, but it appeared as if the Jedi Enclave did not have bombardment shields active, and was thusly decimated with extreme haste and efficacy. If there were Dark Troopers already deployed, it might explain some things, but I believe there was some kind of sabotage involved. I had flown in just in time to observe the start of the bombing run. Is there no fighter squadron available to defend against the bombers? I saw X-wings flying escort for transports at the spaceport.”
Something at the back of her mind called for her attention, but she ignored it for a moment as she frowned at the commanding officer, “Also, may I ask your name, sir? I believe you did not tell me that.”
She thought it was common courtesy to at least exchange names.
“As for what route I choose,” said Medleyn, “I offer you my services in the way I can be most effective, and battle any and all hostiles. I was trained in stealth and combat, therefore I can enter the field of battle and eliminate the commanders and leaders of the opposing force. I...”
She distractedly looked away from everyone gathered before her, the sensation in the back of her head no longer willing to be ignored, and she frowned, looking visibly disturbed. It was like a vision in the Force, but all she could see was red blood and fire, everywhere she looked, she saw, heard and felt heat and pain. It was...terrifying. “...there is...someone...here...trouble.”
She shook her head, and sought to clarify, “I mean...more trouble than what already faces you.”
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2016 18:15:31 GMT -8
As the LAAT/i's carrying her platoon and the two commando squadrons accompanying them soar over the terrain, flying low and spread out in a wall formation to minimize their sensor profile, Nicolina listens to the Imperial Knight, Faina Nikulin, as she says, "One of my fellow Imperial Knights will take care of the shield. We just need to make sure that we are in position and ready when he does. I suggest we move to a point outside the city, prepare to deploy quickly when the shield is down."
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jun 15, 2016 19:46:39 GMT -8
Studying the tactical display, her chin resting atop her hand, Faina shakes her head when asked whether or not Morningstar had given a timeframe in which he intended to complete his planned disabling of the shields, "No specific time was given, no. Pragmatic by nature, she goes on, We should definitely have a contingency plan in place in case the plan fails. Given that the Shadowtroopers Nicolina commands are not the only First Order forces to have been sent to attack the city of Garang, Faina asks, Shouldn't we coordinate with the other troops General Delvardus has sent? Make sure we don't end up stumbling over one another?"
Scouts and forward observers, Faina thinks, would benefit both the Shadowtroopers she and her fellow Imperial Knights are fighting alongside as well as the rest of the First Order's forces, and so she says, "Deploying your forward observers is a good idea. The sooner we have a better picture of what we're up against, the better. As eager as ever to lose herself in battle to cut short the time she has to spend considering whether or not the First Order she now serves is one that has not been so tainted by their Dark Side allies that the cause she fights for is an unjust one that no longer serves the Light, Faina offers, I can accompany who you send, if you like?"
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Post by Alpharius on Jun 23, 2016 20:18:00 GMT -8
It was painfully evident by how many questions this woman had asked, that she had never experienced the depthless horrors that War could bring. Such a revelation was surprising, as the General believed that the Sith were weaned upon the teat of combat, brutally beating their weaknesses out of their young. It seemed he was going to eat his own words in that regard, as during the twilight hours of the Republic's reign, he had professed that the Sith had beaten one another into submission - leaving nothing for the fighting men of the Galaxy to bloody their fist's with. Nevertheless, in keeping with his guarded mind and stone-faced veneer, Brakin did little to interject as the woman spoke her piece. He knew very well what had taken place at the Enclave, and while there were some good men out there, they had sealed their fate when they elected to rebuild the Enclave, and it's defenses after that, rather than follow through with their sworn duty of protecting the innocent civilians. Thus, by their actions, they deserved no pity, nor remorse.
Though there were times Brakin had wished he had interrupted this Sith Assassin's endless barrage of questions and indecisiveness, he had permitted her to finish what she had to say before the man had even bothered to respond. She could take his silence as respectfully allowing her to say her piece, but in truth - he was thinking of better things to pass the time. He had a war to fight and people to save, yet here the man was, conversing with a combat neophyte who had most likely never seen the enemy up close. Training was all well and good, but when there's no chance to stop and disengage to catch a breather, everything you've learned tends to go out the window.
Mulling over her words, the General felt his ire slowly rise as what she said wormed its way into the meat of her mind. Clenching a fist and tossing his steely gaze towards the fortified Starport behind him, Brakin chose to give voice to his emotions, lest they build within his belly and burst at the most inopportune time.
"Listen here, Medleyn." The man had said through gritted teeth. "I have no warships in the void to counter the Armada you've seen as you approached this world. By my guess, they've got several legions of Imperial soldiers up there, eager to stomp my two regiments under their heels. That's not even mentioning your blasted Kin that swore allegiance to these dog-screwing whore-sons." His anger threatened to take the reigns, but as he clenched his jaw tighter - the pressure slowly began to release. His skin adorned a vital shade of crimson as his blood boiled to the surface. Brakin was a man of little patience, and here he was on the verge of losing his grasp.
"With the shield raised and secreted behind an entire cliff-side city, it's unlikely that they'll be able to bomb us like they did the Enclave. It's more than likely you're correct in regards to there being a Saboteur responsible for such a wasteful venture, but I can assure you that the Generator's in well-protected hands and unlikely to befall a similar fate. They'll have to fight through the entire city to reach the Starport, and it won't be easy." Turning towards the emptied city, and admiring what it once was, General Luss continued. "But they won't have this World while I'm still breathing."
Tearing his gaze from the habitation block choked horizon, the Veteran turned towards the Sith Assassin and offered the barest glimmer of a smile, one flecked with grim determination.
"You may call me by my rank. Dead men have no names."
With that moment of dour enthusiasm passing them by, the General inhaled and released a heavy sigh laden with frustration.
"So, if your curiosity is sated, I need you to tell me what exactly it is that you believe is going to be more trouble than what already faces my men and me. We're Outmatched, Outgunned, and Outnumbered. I highly doubt there's something more troubling than the Odds stacked against us."
In the days preceding the arrival of the Imperial fleet in orbit, several scout elements of the General's former Republic forces had established watch posts at the various egresses permitting entry into the City proper. With the installation of the shield and a variable selection of military knick-knacks to turn this agricultural commerce hub into an unassailable fortress, these Scouts were confident in the approach vectors an enemy would be forced to take if they chose to attack the City. Thus, as the days had turned into weeks, One of these posts had borne witness to a spectacle worthy of their attention. The attack on the Jedi Enclave had taken place some time ago, and word had spread like wildfire through the ranks with the news from the most recent arrival. With their connection to the Enclave severed in the attack, it was assumed that all hands were to be listed as Killed in Action - as it was doubtful that the Imperials would take anyone prisoner until the cessation of hostilities was in sight.
So, when an alleged Jedi had eclipsed the hill near one of these watch posts, it was unsurprising that the man was hounded by oddly garbed Stormtroopers. They had heard of the newest iteration of the plastic armour from the events that had transpired at Garqi - but seeing it up close and personal had elicited a chorus of sniggers from the ten men that called this abandoned building home. Ordered to stow the chatter by their grizzled Sergeant, the men took their positions and crashed down into cover with their rifles raised. Each and every one of the soldiers did nothing as they watched the man hobble and tumbled down the hill, eager to see if the Imperial Stormtroopers were horrible shots like their predecessors claimed to be. Such thoughts were easily quashed as the man took a bolt to the chest but somehow survived the apparently fatal wound.
Jedi Magic, one of the soldier's had said before the Sergeant barked at him to be silent.
From there, they watched the Jedi raise an arm towards their position, and the urge to rise from their secreted hiding spots and lend him a hand slowly began to worm it's way into their mind. The man was clearly helpless with his deactivated lightsaber, so much so that he couldn't take on a measly detachment of Imperial Soldiers.
"Smells like a trap." The Sergeant said aloud, as he pocketed an eyeglass. His second-in-command smiled at the mention of a Trap, knowing that there was plenty of those spread throughout the City for their Imperial Guests to enjoy as they advanced towards the Starport.
"I couldn't agree more, Sarge. This guy doesn't look like Kortos, or those other blokes we met at the Enclave. Must be Imperial. I mean look at that obsidian armour beneath his robes? Does he think that the colour of a lightsaber and some brown robes would fool us?"
A mutual murmur of an agreement had spread throughout most of the squad. However, there was one that felt the tendrils of compulsion stronger than the rest. The Squad's newest addition, and a recently enlisted Private no less saw fit to rise slowly from his position and started to move towards the fallen figure in the field. His journey was swiftly ended before it could begin by the gauntleted fist of the Unit's Commander, knocking the conscripted Soldier ass over tea kettle.
"Definitely Imperial. Radio Command, tell them that our House Guests have started to poke their noses in."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2016 18:56:00 GMT -8
The lead speeder bike of the convoy, which consisted of a ramshackle of damage transports and a dozen or so other speeder bikes, came into view of Garang. Their approach from the temple meant they had arrived a good 45 degrees or more from where Aeryn had approached from. Sahiir still remained passed out on the back of the speeder, strapped to its pilot. As the continued to draw closer, the speeder bike pilot tried to raise Garang on the comm channel Garang defence, come in Garang defence. This is Captain Castle. I have a convoy of heavily wounded soldiers and Jedi in need of medical attention. Need access into the city asap... It wasn't long before a reply came through granting access, with a patrol having confirmed the Captains request. It wasn't much longer before they had passed within the city limits. The Captain could scarcely believe that Garang had been filled with Civilians not all that long ago. Now, its streets were filled instead with soldiers and a myriad of defensive emplacements. Sahiir groggily opened her eyes, taking in the view of the city, as the speeder passed through the streets - heading for the hospital. There, triage would sort them based on their injuries. With the impending battle looming over them all, those that could be more easily patched up and returned to the battlefield were treated first. From there, they would begin working on the more serious cases, to save as many as possible
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Jun 26, 2016 23:49:32 GMT -8
Post by Medleyn Maiplwuud on Jun 26, 2016 23:49:32 GMT -8
Medleyn began to wonder if there was ever going to be a time when she didn't earn the ire of people right off the bat. Her eyelids drooped slightly, almost dimming the brightness of her Sith eyes, the whole world was in turmoil and she was being plagued by vague warnings from the Force. The General, as she identified him now, was visibly annoyed. It was a credit to him how well he held his temper in check. And more so how much time he allotted to talking with her. Here she was, far less use than she could be if he trusted her, but she knew realistically, trust took time, and could be brought down in seconds what took years to build. On top of this, the hostile forces were probing the defences if not outright destroying them where they could do so.
Therefore, when he told her to listen, she straightened up, and paid attention, visibly. Her lips twitched slightly when he referred to the Sith as her kin. She hated them. Absolutely hated them. She knew the Jedi always said not to hate, but she didn't care. She hated the Sith, and she was never likely going to get over that. The fact that she wouldn't mind seeing her entire family dead was enough to tell one of her state of mind and opinion of the lot. But she pushed her feelings aside for the time being, she would get a chance to take her anger out on the Republic's and Jedi's enemies soon enough. For now, she needed to gain the General's approval, if for nothing other than a tactical and sound advantage. After all, if he was keeping an eye on her, then he wasn't keeping enough eyes on where it should be.
But she didn't want to sit this out in a safe place somewhere until he was free to analyse her without the stress of battle on his mind. She had a promise to keep, so she met the General's eyes, her expression blank, “Very well...General.”
She turned and pointed in the direction where a Force-Sensitive was trying to visibly infiltrate the city by some means. “I sense deceit and danger from someone, most likely a member of the attacking force.”
Glancing back at the General, she said, “While you may hold disdain to the capabilities of the Sith and their kind, they are dangerous, and often unpredictable. If you can see one, there is likely ten more you cannot see until it is too late.”
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Jun 28, 2016 15:32:22 GMT -8
Post by Aeryn Morningstar on Jun 28, 2016 15:32:22 GMT -8
*Through the Force, Aeryn can feel the presence of those looking on him from the perimeter defenses of Garang. "To Long" he thinks to himself, he knew the ruse had a low chance of success but he had to try. The only option now sense the rebels where not going to come bring him into the city was for plan b. Getting inside Garang was the best chance for this campaign to have a swift ending, without it he and his fellow Imperial forces could be here for months before they are able to crack the shields surrounding Garang and by then reinforcements from the Jedi would have arrived making this conflict far worse then it already was.
Aeryn opens himself to the force and lets himself take in all that he can, he can feel his fellow Imperial Knight Faina close by and other force users inside Garang. As his body drinks in the power from the force Aeryn thinks about how to go about plan b. He could possibly manipulate himself and those around him through force and gain entry but that would leave him physically and visibly drained, which may be sensed by those inside. Even if that did happen, Aeryn was sure he could still use his training as jedi shadow to work around it.
After a few minutes, Aeryn pushed himself up onto his knees and rises. Though he was still in pain from being hit twice from blaster fire, he pushed through it and begins walking towards Garang. clipping his lightsaber to his belt he walks forward with his arms slightly raised and out in front of him. Once within earshot of the soldiers on the outer defenses he yells out to them. *
" My name is Aeryn, I mean you no harm ....I come to lend you aid against the First Order "
* Aeryn uses the force to cloud himself so that anyone trying to sense his intentions would feel no ill will coming from him, only that he was injured and telling the truth. He also again projects the force outward but this time in a much stronger fashion, even the strong minded would feel guided to aide him or at the least give him a chance to explain his presence there *
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Jul 16, 2016 8:53:33 GMT -8
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jul 16, 2016 8:53:33 GMT -8
General Delvardus oversaw the arraying of the Imperial forces sent to besiege Garang. The shield that hung as a dome over the city would make this situation harder to perform. Artillery and bombing were to be made obsolete with this shield in place, which were key elements to his strategy. Artemis gazed at Garang, noticing only some weapon emplacements from afar, but not all of them. Whoever commanded this location knew what they were doing and had plenty of resources to do so. No skirmishes had happened yet and the soldiers were starting to become restless. They had come a long way to do battle and were dying to secure the world for the First Order.
The General continues to survey the layout of the city; streets would ensure tight combat quarters as well as house to house operations perhaps. There were wide enough streets though for armor to roll through and smash itself against the defenses of the opposing planetary forces. For now, Artemis orders the artillery to fire, even if it was a hopeless venture. He needed some more time to contemplate his tactics seeing as the original battle plans were thrown out the window with the presence of this city-wide shield.
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"No specific time was given, no. We should definitely have a contingency plan in place in case the plan fails. Shouldn't we coordinate with the other troops General Delvardus has sent? Make sure we don't end up stumbling over one another? Deploying your forward observers is a good idea. The sooner we have a better picture of what we're up against, the better. I can accompany who you send, if you like?"
As her forward observers, PFC Gerou and CPL Grahn, arrive and salute, Nicolina considers whether or not sending the Imperial Knight along with them to see what they can learn about the city's defenses from a closer vantage point is a good idea, or if it would be better to keep Faina and her fellow Knights with the rest of the platoon. As the sound of the First Order artillery fire against the city's shield continues, Nicolina tells the Imperial Knight, I think I'd prefer to keep you and the other Knights with the platoon for now, explaining, You're more likely to be useful in the fight I'm sure we have ahead of us than as scouts, but, she shrugs an armored shoulder, since you're not technically under my command I can't really keep you from going where you want when you want, can I? Leaving the decision in Faina's hands as to whether or not the Imperial Knights will stick around or head out with her forward observers, Nicolina tells Gerou and Grahn, Pick your observation point, then move out for it all sneaky like. Keep comm chatter to nil unless you have something urgent to relay before we move on the city if we're given the orders.
Roger that, Loo, Grahn, a gangly female Lorrdian scout trooper says with a crisp salute, and then, after discussing where they will set up shop with her fellow forward observer, adjusts the sling of her E-11s sniper rifle to a front chest carry position as they check their gear and weapons in preparation of moving out.
PFC Gerou, a human male scout trooper, takes point after the issue of whether or not the Imperial Knights will be tagging along with them, heading for a tall hill to the north of the platoon's current position where he and Grahn will be able to try and get a closer look at the city's defenses and act as forward observers for the platoon if and when they are issued orders to move on Garang. |
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