Jin Song
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Post by Jin Song on May 26, 2023 21:40:47 GMT -8
Jin allowed herself to be pulled down to the bed. She giggled picturing the imagined scenario. Yes, less politics, more paparazzi. On top of the fact that I think your brother would put a bounty on my head so big that Boba Fett would even rise from his grave to come collect. Jin scootched over a little so she could plant a kiss on Fiora's forehead. No, I think we are right where we are meant to be at the moment. And whatever comes next, we'll face it together. Her fingers entwined with the princesses. It was a nice moment, Jin thought. A quiet before the storm of the days of public appearances to come. As still unsure of the timing of things, Jin did feel a great weight lifted from her. Confessing her feelings for Fiora had certainly made her happier, especially since Fiora had reciprocated.
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Fiora Ren
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Post by Fiora Ren on May 26, 2023 23:57:22 GMT -8
Oh... I don't know about that. He has his quirks, but Octavian likes you. It would keep the media off his back for a little while...
She cuddled in close to Jin, her cheeks blushing wildly as her girlfriends lips were pressed against her forehead. As their fingers entwined together, she held on tightly to Jin's hand and buried her face against her girlfriend's side. Although she had joked Jin might have trouble keeping her hands to herself, Fiora was starting to wonder if she might be the one who would struggle to be detached from this contact
You're right about that, and I wouldn't have it any other way... I love you, Jin...
She whispered that last little confession, her free hand sliding up around Jin's side and to pull her girlfriend closer. There was a warmth and safety she felt in Jin's presence, and she wanted to keep it held close so as to keep herself from falling into the darkness that she was also trying to keep her siblings from descending into. Grief was a necessary evil to pass through, but it could swallow you whole if allowed. Fiora had no intention of allowing it that chance, and forcing their confessions to one another had helped fight off that eventuality. She could bask in and enjoy this feeling of comfort and security. Tonight she would be with her siblings and step-mother, but the day would belong to her and Jin
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Post by Jin Song on May 28, 2023 7:14:46 GMT -8
I love you too, Fi. Jin wrapped her other arm around her girlfriend so that they could properly cuddle for some time, until one or both of them were called away for some sort of distraction.
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Post by Fiora Ren on Jun 6, 2023 20:13:53 GMT -8
Later that Night
Fiora and her Guards finally made it back to her room at some point after midnight, the Princess managing to balance and carry the containers as she pushed the doors open with her backside. The pair of Tribune Guards took up posts outside the bedroom door, while Fiora went inside to either deliver the leftovers to Jin or store them away in the fridge or cupboards as the particular dish required
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Silas Darkstar
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Jun 19, 2023 2:20:25 GMT -8
Belle Époque Cabal
Simultaneously with the main force of the 666th Legion's strike on the Fel Tower, Colonel Rafan Berav and a detachment of the 666th Legion descended upon the Palace. Forces of the 501st Legion and a number of Imperial Knights were stationed at the Palace to protect it at all times, and it was Colonel Berav's duty to see them removed and replaced with his own men. A separate, but very valuable Commando Force had also been dispatched to secure Amaris and Yvaine Delvardus in amongst the Chaos of the transition of power. The main attack was intended to, and would serve nicely as, a distraction to keep the Imperial Knights focus away from their charges
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jun 19, 2023 3:30:44 GMT -8
Belle Époque Cabal
Predictably, the opening moments of the 666th Legion's strike upon the Palace are filled with chaos as the first members of the 501st Legion to come under attack are taken completely off guard by the attack coming from what appear to be fellow Stormtroopers and sustain heavy losses before the element of surprise is lost and their surviving commanding officers begin to issue orders to lock down the turbolifts to make the enemy troops ascent to the upper levels of the Palace more difficult, and ordering the 501st troopers on the upper levels to move out for and secure the most logical defensive positions and prepare to halt the advance of any 66th Legion troopers that manage to penetrate the defending forces on the ground floor.
The 501st, as members of the Imperial Guard, are all highly trained and were selected for their positions for having demonstrated valor and tactical prowess in the field, and do not take long to recover from the initial shock of the 666th's surprise attack. The teams of Imperial Knights that also patrol the maze-like halls and corridors of the Palace join in the defense of the lower levels as well, working in pairs and trios alongside the 501st troops to hold their ground against the invading force. The 501st has the advantage of knowing the Palace interior's intentionally confusing layout, and choose their defensive positions accordingly, selecting points that are ideal for choke-points or which are difficult to assault due to the cover they provide the troops and Imperial Knights fighting with them.
If the 666th Legion had been expecting their assault on the Palace to be an easy one, they will be sorely disappointed.
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Jun 21, 2023 0:39:54 GMT -8
Belle Époque Cabal
Colonel Berav's initial strike into the palace had never realistically been expected to overwhelm the defences. There had been some amongst the Cabal that had been hopeful, but the realists amongst them had expected resistance with the Colonel's strike force merely a gauge of the defending forces. Although progress of the detachment of the 666th Legion was grinding to a halt as the 501st, The Emperor's Talons, and the Imperial Knights managed to hold out, such an interruption would be temporary. Brigadier General Luca Ajik and the 999th Legion soon had their signal and descended upon the Palace. The spear head of their force came in at ground level and began swarming up through the Palace to reinforce the advance teams. Riot Control Troopers pushed up the front line with their shields to take the incoming fire from the Loyalist forces.
Some choke points found themselves bombarded with thermal detonators as the Cabal forces saw no reason not to use them. The Palace was a building after all, and repairs could be easily made. Other locations found themselves facing heavy explosives, with a couple Rocket Launcher Troopers happily rearranging architecture that provided cover to the Loyalists. Multi-Altitude Assault Transports meanwhile flew in close to the Palace structure, where breaching teams began to take out windows and strike balconies leading into living quarters. As the new breach points were made, Stormtroopers spilled out of the MAAT's and worked to come at the choke points from behind
With the main assault underway, A black painted TIE/es Assault Shuttle flew low over the city towards the rooftop of the Palace. Death Troopers belonging to a revived Rancor Battalion program filled the Troop Bay performing last minute gear checks as the status light turned amber. The pilot brought the shuttle in low over the Palace rooftops, deploying the landing gear at the last moment as he brought the shuttle down hard against the rooftop landing pad. The Loading ramp dropped down allowing Rancor Battalion to swiftly disembark, securing the landing pad before they started to work their way down into the Palace
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jun 22, 2023 5:42:49 GMT -8
Belle Époque Cabal
2LT Christoph Nachtnebel of the 501st has a few moments where it seems possible that his troops and the Imperial Knights will be able to repel the 666th; reports coming in from from 501st positions throughout the Palace that the enemy advance has been halted or, in some instances even pushed back. Christoph and his platoon, accompanied by a trio of Imperial Knights that are adepts in the art of Praetoria Vonil and cut a swath through the 666th troopers by dashing into the midst of their ranks with their silver hued lightsabers humming blurs of light that sever weapons and limbs as Christoph and his troops send a steady hail of blaster fire at the enemy troopers, are among the few groups of defending forces that have begun to push the 666th back when the 999th arrive and soon put an end to any hopes the Palace defenders have of preventing the enemy from seizing control of the Palace.
Christoph, one of the last of his platoon to survive when a thermal detonator is thrown into the rear of their position when a squadron of 999th troopers flanks them, lives long enough to see the trio of Imperial Knights begin to falter, one of them falling to blaster fire that overwhelms his ability to block or send the bolts back at the enemy troopers that are surging the doomed platoon from three sides. The last thing Christoph sees before he hears a rocket launcher firing from somewhere nearby are the two remaining Imperial Knights, fighting back to back, beginning to disappear in a veritable tide of enemy troopers surging towards them, and then the rocket, aimed at the wall above Christoph's position, explodes and he dies as the ceiling shatters and rains down on him and the last of his men.
As Christoph's platoon falls, so do other 501st platoons and squadrons meet similar ends throughout the Palace, the jammers that had been set up throughout the Palace in the days before the coup making it impossible for them to continue coordinating their efforts when they are activated. The Imperial Knights, Emperor's Talons and 501st fight bravely to the last, but in the end their efforts are in vain and the Palace is lost.
Elsewhere in the Palace, Faina ignores Lt. Col. Foresi as the leader of the Emperor's Talons calls out that they need to fall back, wading into an octet of 999th Riot Troopers with her fellow Imperial Knight Nilda Maly at her side and cutting them down so that Foresi and her troopers are able to fire on the advancing enemy Troopers that had been protected by their shields. Lifting her free hand as an enemy trooper hurls a thermal detonator towards her and Nilda, Faina telekinetically sends it back to the trooper, and then, after the resulting explosion sends debris and bloody chunks of armor upwards and outwards, flicks the fingers of her hand out so that the debris is cast into the enemy troops already advancing through the smoke with their blasters sending streaks of red lancing through the fog of dust and acrid smoke filling the air.
Nilda, her silver blade a blur as she deflects blaster bolt after blaster bolt back at the 999th troopers not torn apart or crushed by the debris that Faina had sent soaring back into their ranks, staggers to the side as a blaster bolt hits her side when fired from a trooper in a second group of enemy soldiers appears from around a bend in the hall, and turns to face them as Lt. Col. Foresi signals for two of her remaining 6 Talon's to maneuver to suppress the new enemy group.
Faina becomes a blur as she dodges to the side to elude a storm of blaster bolts that streak towards her, her cloak torn and ripped by the red lances that would have cut into her had the Force not enabled her to move quickly enough, and feels her heart sink as she sees the ranks of the advancing enemy troopers swell again as even more continue to arrive, knowing that there is no chance she and those with her can hold them back much longer.
Lt. Col. Foresi feels little relief when she sees that the Empress - her blonde hair and face drenched in sweat, armor dented and scorched, her left cybernetic prosthetic arm smoking and sparking from where an enemy blaster bolt burned through the black armorweave suit below her elbow - has begun to fall back, using her lightsaber to block and deflect enemy blaster bolts along with Nilda; before communications within the Palace had been jammed, Foresi had heard reports of enemy troops on all levels, and therefore knows there is no safe place to retreat to. . .
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Post by Roland Ferrum on Jun 25, 2023 12:39:12 GMT -8
*The palace was a scene of chaos and in that chaos there was a single blur of motion among the troops facing the dowager Empress and the commander of the Emperor's Talons. The blur moved past the rearmost ranks of soldiers, slipping through cracks in the lines. It went almost unnoticed as the soldiers focused on their targets, sensing blood as they could almost taste their victory, until the blur resolved into the form of a man armored in grey trimmed blue modified scout trooper armor, with a coufee buried in the chest of the major who seemed to be commanding this particular contingent of soldiers. Sliding the living blade out of the clean hold it had made straight through the soldier's chestplate the figure in grey whipped it immediately through the throat of another soldier on the backswing as he flung out his left hand, fingers splayed, and let out a telekinetic shove that sent a half dozen soldiers into their companions on the left flank of the force, sending even more soldiers to the ground as the soldiers' armor came together with sickening cracks that if they were lucky were only damage to their armor and not bone.
Turning to the right flank of the attacking soldiers the man in Engineer's armor slipped among the soldiers, keeping momentum going as he slashed his unnaturally sharp living weapon through the limbs and vitals of the soldiers who were just now recognizing the threat among their own ranks. For a few moments Colonal Roland Ferrum, former Imperial Knight, became a living conduit of the force. It was a war trance, similar to battle meditation, though he could not effect the moral or movement of troops on either side, instead it was as if he knew exactly where he needed to stand to do the most good, or to avoid harm. What resulted was an almost hypnotic dance as he moved fluidly among the soldiers dodging aside from what strikes and shots the surprised troops managed to direct at him always being just one moment ahead or behind as he began adding chaos to their ranks, devastating life and limb with the long curved Yuuzhan Vong blade. That perfect moment of clarity lasted less than half a minute, but the devastation spoke for itself.
Thankfully as Roland lost focus on his war dance the soldiers suddenly had a lot more than a single soldier to worry about. Heavy blaster rifles begin cycling as a trio of similarly armored soldiers emerge from the same hallway, applying their DLT-19 heavy blaster rifles to deadly effect as they began methodically taking out anyone who managed to make an attempt to reorder the soldiers to make a proper stand against the new scenario. Roland has just a moment to switch tactics to more conventional fighting, sliding the Coufee back to it's place at his belt and drawing the saber at his belt instead, the standard Imperial Knight handle was already familiar to those on the battlefield but rather than the steady silver light of the imperial Knights the light that emerged in the middle of this fight was instead an intense violet that screamed to life just in time to allow Roland to begin deflecting deadly red bolts back at those solders who had enough sense to identify that taking him down with them would be their best bet for immediate survival.
In truth these new reinforcements wouldn't be enough to turn the tide now that the element of surprise was almost expended. There were still enough soldiers in the immediate area to turn the tides back in the favor of the traitors. Thankfully that wasn't the extent of the reinforcements. Heavy mechanical footfalls preceeded the advance of a score of phase 4 darktroopers, their heavy blaster cannons already cycling as they begin laying waste to soldiers, shrugging off return fire on their heavy armor. The Darktrooper project had been the last of the 3rd engineer's projects to be on Coruscant and Roland having time to activate them before the attacks had been the only reason he'd survived his own assassination and he hoped he could extend that aegis to his aunt as well. Following in the wake of the darktroopers with a pair of imperial knights and a squad of the 501st that had been rescued between Roland's underground entrance to the palace and the current battlefield. The 501st and imperial knights hit the troops with a furry only seen coming from those taking revenge and it would not be long until the forces in this area of the palace were exterminated, but even with this brief victory the palace was still lost. The small bit of victory felt good in the moment, but this day would still be one far too full of loss.*
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jun 26, 2023 14:39:45 GMT -8
Belle Époque Cabal
The barrel of her DLT-19 is glowing red hot by the time, with the help of Roland and his troops' timely and impressively vicious arrival, Nicolina and her remaining Emperor's Talons along with Faina and Nilda fight their way to a sure to be brief reprieve; CPL Katina Grahn accessing a control panel beside a pair of blast doors and sealing them to temporarily prevent any more enemy troops from advancing on the position they currently hold with Ferrum and his troops.
Faina, sensing the impending peril faced by the Imperial Knights she left to protect Yvaine, shoves Grahn out of the way and starts to manipulate the controls to reopen the doors, her silver hued lightsaber humming as she prepares to do whatever it takes to reach the Emperor's Suite in time to prevent her daughter from being captured or worse. Glaring over at Nicolina as the leader of the Emperor's Talons grabs her wrist to keep her from opening the blast doors, Faina growls, "Let me go! They almost have . . ."
Guessing the reason for Faina's distress, Nicolina holds onto the Dowager Empress' wrist as she says as calmly as she can, There's no way we can get back up there in time. And if we don't find a way out of here now, there won't be anything you or we can . . .
Faina, not listening or wanting to hear what Nicolina says, wrenches her wrist free and then uses the Force to pull the blast doors open, becoming a red, black and silver blur of motion as she immediately launches herself into the enemy 999th troopers advancing on their position, cutting a merciless swath through them as she desperately tries to fight her way back to her daughter.
Two more of the Emperor's Talons fall to the enemy 999th as they try to provide fire support to the Dowager Empress, and Nicolina, traversing her DLT-19 from right to left as she fires on a group of 999th troopers rushing towards Faina as she continues whirling like a mad dervish as she wades deeper into the enemy ranks, yells out to Ferrum loudly enough to be heard over the chaotic cacophony of noise accompanying what may well prove to be their last stand, We have to get her out of here before she gets herself killed!
SGT Girish Achari, a tall male Kaleesh, sprays a pair of 999th troopers with a flurry of blaster bolts fired from his ARC-9965 as he grumbles, ::We don't get outta here soon, none of of are gonna be alive much longer.::
WO1 Noemi Calenda, a female Nagai, kneels as she aims and fires her T-21 light repeating blaster with calm, cool precision at the 999th troopers trying to encircle the Dowager Empress, dryly opining as more and more enemy troopers continue pouring towards their position, ::I'm not sure it isn't already too late for that, Giri.::
::Just keep firing, CPL Grahn barks, her E-11 hanging from its sling in an off-side drop as she has switched to her twin EC-17's and uses them to deadly effect, If we're going, let's take as many of these shabuir'e with us as we can.::
SFC Bedros Hintlian, a male Mirialan and the last of the surviving Emperor's Talons with Foresi, does not join in the discussion, grimly firing his E-11 as he thinks of all the battles he has survived in his years of service only to find himself fighting now against fellow Imperial soldiers that ironically may very well bring an end to him where so many enemies of the Empire have failed. |
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Post by Roland Ferrum on Jun 30, 2023 16:41:13 GMT -8
*The chaos of battle was not a place to let your emotions rule your actions, a lesson Roland had ironically learned from the woman now blindly charging her way through overwhelming forces in an effort to reach her daughter. Unfortunately Roland didn't have time to philosophize about the situation and instead needed to move into action if any of them were going to survive the next few minutes much less the day. Roland moved in front of the group, making a few hand gestures with his left hand as the violet blade in his right became a spinning shield, deflecting the stray bolts still being thrown at their group back into the larger group that the Dowager Empress was currently intertwined with. Covered by Roland's spinning blade the three other engineers with the group locked their long rifles to the mountings on their backs and moved forward, quickly and in near perfect unison pulled charges from their belt pouches set them against the sides of the hallway.
For a few tense moments Roland held his breath, hoping his aunt could hold out just a few more moments as his engineers finished their work. He didn't focus on their actions, trusting his people to do the job he'd asked of them, focusing all his attention on keeping his blade spinning, covering his engineers and the larger group behind him to the best of his ability, becoming for just those few precious seconds an impenetrable shield in front of the already battered force. Relief washed through the Colonel when he heard the short range radio click in his helmet's headset that told him his engineers were ready. Roland took a few quick steps back, placing himself behind the line of charges to occupy the space his men had just retreated from. He could hear the heavy cycling of the darktrooper weapons behind the rest of the force, holding their line of retreat.
Finally in position three things happened in almost instantaneous succession. First Roland planted his feet and reached out his left hand toward his Aunt, planting his feet firmly as he reached out with telekinetic force and yanking with all his might. Pulling the former Grandmaster through the Air in front of him, releasing the grasp at the last moment to let momentum continue her flight toward the troops behind him. It wouldn't be a gentle landing, but she would survive, and he didn't have time or focus to make it any safer. As soon as Faina had broken the plane of the charges Roland triggered him with the controls built into his armor. Finally Roland reversed his telekinetic concentration, sending a wave of telekinetic force forward, to break the shockwave coming back toward his force and help the shaped charges collapse the hallway in front of him, sealing off the tunnel temporarily with something a lot harder to cut through than just a blast door.
Turning back to his fallen Aunt Roland pulls his helmet off so he can look her directly in her eyes, letting her see her own pain reflected in his eyes. They didn't have time for this, but he also didn't have time to drag her bodily the whole way back to the undercity.* "Auntie Fai, *He unintentionally addressed her with the childhood nickname he hadn't called her in years as the stress of the situation had him speaking almost before thinking as his mind simultaneously tried to track every soldier around them as well as sort out what he needed to say.* Yvaine will be alright. She is more valuable to them alive than dead and if sacrificing ourselves would free her now I'd be right there beside you, but not only would us dying here not saving her, it also wouldn't just be us dying here. *He gestures to the assembled Engineers, Talons, Imperial Knights, and 501st Soldiers that make up their ragged band* We'd take all of them with us. We can do more by making it out of here, figuring out what the hell is going on, then making our move. I promise Yvaine will be found and rescued, but we can't play their game on their terms." *He knew that she would be able to understand his words, but he really hoped that he could get her to feel them enough to actually get them all out of this alive so there would be someone around to rescue his cousin.*
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jul 1, 2023 20:49:21 GMT -8
Faina deactivates her lightsaber when she feels herself being telekinetically pulled away from the horde of enemies she had plunged recklessly into, not yet so gone that she does not realize the danger she could pose to whomever she is thrown into or to herself if the weapon remains ignited. Already scrambling back to her feet, her damaged left prosthetic hand with its metallic joints and wires exposed through the rips and tears in her glove spitting sparks as she shoves Nicolina away when the leader of the Emperor's Talons tries to help her up while jabbering something Faina ignores completely as, looking wildly from the rubble clogged hallway she had been yanked out of for another path upwards to the Emperor's Suite.
Hearing Roland use her name snaps her out of her desperation, her nephew's automatic falling back on his childhood name for her succeeding where even his face, which had been just one more meaningless blur among other easily ignored sounds and shapes moving around her and distracting her from what maternal instinct drives her to do causing old memories to rise and bring his face into focus at last.
Clenching her jaw so tightly she can almost feel her teeth getting close to cracking beneath the pressure, Faina shakes her head even as Roland's words, and the undeniable, harsh truth they contain, finally begin sinking in, telling him through gritted teeth in a growl as much fury as it is a last attempt to deny what she does not want to admit, "No, and then, her head dropping as her shoulders slump and the rigid tension leaves her muscles as she accepts defeat and feels its weight pressing down on her, repeats a softer, No," as though telling herself that she cannot let her desperation and anger lead her to risk the lives of those around her just as Roland correctly pointed out she would be doing in not accepting the battle and her daughter are lost.
Nicolina, ejecting a cartridge from her DLT-19 and slapping the last one she has left into place, rests a hand on Faina's shoulder and repeats Roland's words to her, We'll find her, we'll get her back, but we can only do that if we get the fu . . .
Faina, taking a deep breath and giving Roland a nod to let him know she is grateful for his intervention, ignores Nicolina as she looks around at those that have survived the battle so far, and asks Roland, resignation obvious in her tone, as is the passing over of command to him in her question, "What's our exit plan?"
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Post by Roland Ferrum on Jul 9, 2023 17:01:22 GMT -8
*Roland let out a relieved breath that he didn't realize that he'd been holding as his aunt is finally able to accept the situation. He can't help but worry, a part of him was sure she still hadn't recovered from his Uncle's death and while he'd always admired the woman who had trained him as an Imperial Knight, he was worried that any more grief could push her over the edge. It was a delicate line to walk but it was unfortunately a concern he had to push to the back of his mind as more immediate concerns took precedence. It was a surreal moment to have the two women he'd learned the most about leadership from look to him for a plan, and in a less chaotic moment the philosophical part of his mind might have mused something about torch passing, but instead he kept his mind in the moment and gestured back toward the corridor he and his men had come from.* "I have more men holding our exit open, though I don't know how much longer that will be open to us, we're going into the undercity. They might try to follow us, but they won't be able to find us once we're in unfamiliar territory." *Under normal circumstances it would have been just as unfamiliar to the fleeing group, but Roland had spent his early life surviving in the less than savory underbelly of Coruscant and had returned their often ever since, he knew it better than any other Imperial Officer and he was confident he could loose their pursuers quickly. He continued talking as he began leading the group back they way he'd come.* "There are safehouses in the undercity that no one up here knows about that we can hide out in until we know what's really going on, there are supplies there that can aide us in our next moves" *He gave a silent prayer of thanks to Ryn's paranoia and aide in setting up a place that only they knew about for just such an eventuality.* "But before that we are going to head over to Fel tower and meet up with my father. I have no doubts that if soldiers attacked the palace that they attacked there as well but if we're lucky they've faired better in their attack and we can reinforce them there. Worst case we are able to meet up with the survivors and combine forces." *In truth some of that was wishful thinking. If they felt confident enough to attack the palace whatever traitors were behind this would have to be equally confident they could take down the stronghold of the Imperial Knights. Roland was confident in his Father's ability to hold there, but it was hard to have true faith when they didn't know who they were fighting. Roland shifted to a contemplative silence as he lead the group out of the palace his mind moving a breakneck pace trying to plan for whatever was going to come next to try to keep as many of his people alive as he could, and then be ready to strike back at whatever traitors had orchestrated this needless slaughter.*
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jul 10, 2023 19:11:53 GMT -8
Belle Époque Cabal
Faina appears to draw herself up when Roland mentions his father, the thought of Brock and the other Imperial Knights at Fel Tower being in danger, coming as late as it does given her focus had been on Yvaine, enough to drive away the paralyzing sense of helplessness she had felt when forced to admit that there is nothing she can do for her daughter here and now, and she nods as she grips her lightsaber hilt tightly and tells Roland in a resolved tone, "Let's go before while your men still hold the exit," motioning impatiently for Roland to lead the way now that they have a next move to make.
Nicolina, using hand signals, has Grahn and Calenda move ahead to accompany Roland's troops leading the way to their exit point while Achari and Hintlian are sent back to cover their six as they start moving out.
Nilda Maly, the last of the Imperial Knights left standing with Faina and the Emperor's Talons, sticks close to the Dowager Empress, able to tell that, despite Faina's renewed determination the Imperial Knight's Grandmaster is exhausted and only barely keeping her concern for Brock and their fellow Imperial Knights at Fel Tower from making her rush heedlessly ahead in an effort to reach them and aid them in whatever way she can.
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Jul 15, 2023 21:15:34 GMT -8
Belle Époque Cabal
More and more forces of the 999th Legion flooded the Palace to replace those that had been mercilessly cut down by the Imperial Knights and the 501st. But unlike their foes, the 999th had backup forces to reinforce and replace them, which was what ultimately allowed them to prevail and force their enemy to retreat. Brigadier General Ajik kept close watch, his forces harrying the retreat but not pursuing them. His objective was to secure the Palace and with the rebellious elements gone, he turned his focus upon that task. Tech teams swarmed the security room and started taking over the security systems with Baltasar's override codes. Sweeper Teams were set to work their way through the palace, marking out bodies which medical teams would come through and collect.
Clean-up crews would be coming in next to pack up and clear out the possessions of the Palace's former occupants. Engineering Teams would have their work cut out for them effecting repairs on the damage incurred by the battle. The overall structure was fine, but a number of corridors and rooms had been collapsed and would need to be cleared out and rebuilt. Work which would take time, but which they would begin as soon as their assessments were done
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Jan 14, 2024 13:37:29 GMT -8
Belle Époque Cabal
The troop transport bearing Myria and Amaris passed into the secure airspace of the Palace where it touched down on one of the roof's private landing pads. members of Baltasar's household guard were there and waiting to collect the Princess and take her to her Father. There, she would relay her tale of fear and desperation, of how Jin had attacked her and that the Ren were not to be trusted. Reassuring him that perhaps he was just doing the right thing. At least, that was what Myria hoped the girl would be doing. Even if she served as merely a gesture of good faith from the Cabal to Baltasar, and she spoke of the attack upon her, that would be enough.
The transport took off from the Palace and headed for the Imperial High Command building...
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Post by Thomas Zahn on Apr 16, 2024 19:04:44 GMT -8
 The Nemesis-class Gunship kept low and fast weaving in between the buildings on the transit from the Emperor's Square to the Palace. AA Guns spread through the city tried to acquire a target on the fast moving gunship, but were unable to achieve success before it disappeared behind another building. However, this cover was soon gone as they breached the dense buildings of the Imperial District and came out into the exclusion zone that extended out from the Palace. Anti-Aircraft fire filled the air almost instantly, with only the luck and skill of the Gunships pilot allowing them to dodge the fire and pull into an upward climb.
Zahn held on tight as the troop bay doors were extended open, giving a view of the Palace, the District and the areas around it. Far off in the distance he could see the Yuuzhan Vong forces that were meddled with the Defenders and those that had managed to breach the fleets above, with many firing upon the city itselfWhat the hell is that fool doing. We're meant to be liberating the world not burning it... I'll deal with him later...More flak fire and laser bolts whizzed by and exploded just missing the Gunship. But soon enough the ship was high enough over the Palace. The Hoplites leapt clear of the doors first before hurtling down towards the Palace rooftop. The Praetor Stormtroopers - all of whom had been equipped with a jetpack - glanced at one another, wondering how the Hoplites intended to landGet moving! Now!With the command given, the Praetor's were rushing out of the doors next, leaving Zahn as the last to goAs soon as I'm out, you get clear!The pilots gave a thumbs up before the Grand Marshal took a few steps back and then took a running leap out of the Gunship. His cloak was immediately picked up by the wind and tore about as he fell through the air. With a glance back, Zahn saw the final moments as the Nemesis-class Gunship tried to get clear but was struck by several missiles that had managed to lock on and fire. Well, if their mission here was successful, they wouldn't need an evac ship. But the loss was a shame.
Zahn did not linger on such thoughts for long however, with his focus turning toward the rapidly approaching surface of the roof. Down below the Hoplites had already started slowing their descents and impacted the landing pad, whilst the Praetors were starting to kick on their jetpacks. Zahn waited... and waited, holding off till the last moment safe to kick on the thrusters. He pulled himself into a somewhat dignified pose as he hit the ground, his armour helping absorb the shock of the impact. He rose to his feet and gave himself a bit of a brush off before pulling the spear from his holsterLet's go say hello and see what Baltasar has to say for himself... |
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