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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 10:48:04 GMT -8
Ossus was a verdant world, sloped in hills and mountains, covered in kingwood trees and bambwood plants. There were gorges and cave scattered across the surface, as well.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2013 7:32:27 GMT -8
=30 years ago=Jaysiir ceased his pacing and pointed a wary finger at the adolescent before him.
He looked as tired and old as the hallowed out cavern which served as the 'Seat of Power', for hundreds of years the Ysana had existed, secluded from the outside world, working to keep themselves free of the corruption of the universe. Yet one young man had always proved restless, he was not content with the way of life. He wanted greater things, he believed there was opportunity out there.
Tvana bowed his head and his shoulders dropped; Jaysiir walked down the steps and placed a comforting hand upon the younger man's shoulder.Tvana cut the Ysana leader short.Jaysiir nodded and jabbed his finger gently at Tvana.Tvana huffed in frustration and threw his hands wide in argument, asking the question.Tvana gestured around him.Now it was the leaders turn to cut off Tvana.[/i] know of the outside world?"[/ul] Jaysiir turned and walked back up the steps turning his back on Tvana.
It was true and Tvana knew it, he had never ventured outside of Sanctuary, but some fiber in his being told him that it was time to move, and if their leader wouldn't listen then perhaps it was time to forge his own path.Jaysiir turned in a whirl of fury and rapidly descended the steps, spittle flying.[/b], you who are so bold, you think the stars are yours to claim, but I've seen dozens just like you and all came by the same fate, we hold fast to this Sanctuary because it has never done us wrong and I would rather that than throw away hundreds of years of safety for the whim of an impudent youth."[/ul] Tvana's eyes shimmered darkly his fists balled up his face drawn into a horrid depiction of hate and fury and then it passed.With that Tvana turned and strode out of the hall in a whirl of clothing and angry steps.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2013 9:02:56 GMT -8
2 - weeks laterHe had been assembling as many as he could and now at his disposal he had a small army of twenty, most of a similar age and disposition as Tvana himself, all armed with the traditional concussion bow, the Ysanna weapon of choice, all had been trained from a young age, they now rallied behind their bold young red bandanna wearing leader.
Thus far they had taken Sanctuary by storm, in a swift surprise attack taken place at night, none accept themselves were prepared and not a number among the twenty had fallen.
They had been pushed to this, Jaysiir and the Council of Elders had forced their hand, unable and not wanting to listen, stuck in the past and afraid of the future, well there's was a future to be forged and if it had to be forged by blood then Tvana believed it was worth dying for, little did he know that the majority of his twenty comrades were merely youngsters playing with toys compared to the trained and hardened and tested.
Tvara raised his closed fist in the air and then dropped it with a shout, the noble twenty rushed toward the great Seat of Power and stormed through the cave, whereby they were quite unprepared for the rapid resistance they faced.
A burst of fire exploded and about the advancing Tvana his comrades dropped like flies as static caressed their bodies, they were left writhing on the floor by bolts sent from concussion bows, Tvana danced and twisted, a bolt flying past his left ear, with practiced timing he stretched out enveloping his own bolt and using the ancient Ysana magic, his bolt flew in an arcing curve and struck his attacker knocking the man clean of his feet.
His eyes alight with the fire of rebellion, youth and passion, empowered by the magic of the night he loosed more bolts and sent those aimed at him swerving into walls or into the attackers who sent them, rapid striding legs brought him toward the alter of ancients and the very seat of power itself, those same stone steps from which Jaysiir had so arrogantly addressed him. Tvana leaped, another bolt racing beneath him, this one too close as it cut through the fabric of his trousers and cut open the flesh of his shin beneath, Tvana cried out, but dashed up the stairs, taking two at a time.
Then, a roar like a Lion and a whirling figure, cloak flapping like a demonic bird Jaysiir descended upon him, Tvara cocked and aimed his weapon, but Jaysiir's might was too great, Tvara felt his weapon battered out of his grasp and he had to leap back to avoid the subsequent swing of his rifle butt.[/narration]
"What madness is this Tvara, what have you brought upon the Ysana, you disgrace our name with your actions, there can be no more part for you."
With this Jaysiir flew down the steps firing a bolt from his weapon, Tvara twisted to his left but the bo lt still ripped through shirt and flesh and knocked Tvara to the ground, his back hit the ground and knocked the wind out of him. Tvara rose and lifted his chin and spat at Jaysirr and then the last thing Tvara saw was the incoming butt of the Ysanna leader's rifle as it slammed into his chin and knocked him unconscious.
Tvara came around, but the world was now dark, he knew he was awake, but alone, no sight, no smell, and only a feint burbling and murmuring could be heard. Experimentally he tried to move his hands only to hear the jostling of chain and discover he was well bound and lay kneeling upon a cold hard unforgiving surface.*
"Tvara Ysanna, you have committed the crimes of treason and assault against your own people, the Elder Council and I have here by banished you from Sanctuary eternally, you are to be sent forth clad in chains wearing the mask of the damned, may you never see light and may you wonder the stars to an unknown end, we here by pass judgement upon you, you are no longer Ysanna."
*Tvara issued forth a primal scream of torment and rage which even as the pods door closed on him effectively encasing him in a tomb that would forever wander the stars his scream could be heard. The Ysana watched on, some wept, most wore grim expressions of sadness as the single person pod blasted forth skyward sending Tvara on a never ending cycle of hyper space jumps.*
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Post by Delmani Altic on Aug 10, 2013 21:01:53 GMT -8
Eleven-hundred meters. Pull chutes. Repeat, pull chutes!One by one, each commando activated their kit's fast opening, quick release chute system. The chutes were designed to cut the initial velocity of each commando before cutting themselves loose and allowing for the use of more conventional stopping measures, such as sporadic repulsors. The technique enabled GALSAF commandos to undercut any surface-to-air sensor system, for the chutes did not remain open and visible for any noticeable length of time. Once the majority of their momentum had been stopped, the chutes detached from the soldier's kit and disintegrated in the air using chemicals that would not show up on most sensor systems.
To cut the rest of the commando's drop speed, repulsor jets fired frequently at low intensity, again allowing each soldier to descend without fear of being seen, either visually or on sensor readings.
Solid ground met Delmani's feet as he dropped the final five meters from the air. Allowing his body to collapse and fall sideways, Del rolled over one shoulder and reached for his weapon even as he came up onto one knee, sitting back on his other ankle and traversing his rifle back and forth in front of him. After clearing in this initial direction, he spun on his knee and checked the area behind him.
Nothing.
The other five commandos touched down within seconds of Delmani, each bringing themselves up in the same manner and clearing the area around them.Check clear.Nothin' here.The replies came in through Delmani's helmet comms. He brought himself off of his knee, standing and walking to Gaunt, the commando nearest to him, identified by the marker on Delmani's HUD. Visually and by touch, Del checked Gaunt's weapons and gear, then pulled him to his feet and allowed the other commando to do the same. Around them, the other four conducted the same checks on each other's kit, and once everyone reported they were good on gear, Delmani looked around.
Delmani relayed his decision to the rest of the commandos and together they struck for the top of the hill.
The walk itself took no more than ten minutes, and given the standard of their armor and the depth of the night, Delmani held no worries about being spotted. Their armor would be nearly impossible to identify on broad-spectrum scanners, and none of their readings showed activity of any kind for miles around. As they approached the wood-line, Delmani reasserted their mission plan.We'll be moving only under cover of night, that's a given. He began, using his helmet's advanced targeting software to outline their path of movement across the ridgeline and through the valleys that led to the Jedi Praxeum. Soviet, Hoover, you two will be our forward observers once we reach the Jetii perimeter. At that point, Slag and Tag, you two will maneuver around the South side of the area and find an overwatch position for our recon on there. Gaunt, you're with me. We'll make for the North-East side and cover what we can. Barring any strong Jetii presence, we'll set up shop in those positions. Recon after that. Identify any and all defenses, analyze personnel movements, and report, once an hour. Once we have sufficient data, we'll devise our assault plan to take the Praxeum.By now, the group had entered the wood-line that spanned the top of the ridge. Sticking to pairs, the commandos angled East and picked their way through the foliage and undergrowth, as silent as silent can be, moving quickly and with great purpose. Delmani took the opportunity to continue.Once we've entered the Praxeum, our job is to secure its inhabitants and bar any and all entry or exit. This will include sealing the entranceways and arming the compound's own defenses for automated reaction to any approaching forces. Tag, you have the equipment for that, so that'll mean you. Slag, you're on security of the entranceways. Soviet and Hoover, you lot will end up guarding whoever we catch inside that doesn't end up dead. Any and all opponents who choose to fight are to be killed. No exceptions. Not even for locals. Anyone who surrenders will be detained and arrested, then immobilized. No Jetii are to be held with one another, keep them separated. Anyone we cross paths with on our approach is to be eliminated. This is a purely silent op. No alerts. Once we have the facility under control, I'll contact GALCOM. They'll be sending Third Battalion Infantry, Third Battalion Armor and First Airborne to support and secure. They're already prepped, waiting for our word in the Cron Drift. Got it?In response, Delmani received a collection of double comm-clicks. The commandos pressed onward through the deep, dark night, traversing the area with their helmet sensors as well as their weapons, ensuring each time the path was clear before breaking from canopy cover, or entering and crossing a valley. The terrain was working to their favor, the continuous coverage keeping them from sight. Delmani appreciated the help. Sometimes even GALSAF Black Operators needed it.
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Post by Hileo Bui'tsad on Aug 18, 2013 19:57:31 GMT -8
A modified ash black Mandalmotors-made pursuer class enforcement patrol boat breaks atmosphere and immediately performs a 0 degree descent straight and flattens out below a the 100 meter hard deck that aerial sensors would typically need to catch over mountains and trees on planets. Whoever this pilot his is really good. . .or has a death wish.
Having been given the predestined coordinates to meet up with their GALSAF counterparts, the Mandalorian transport makes quick work, even under the dead of night, finding a spot to descend into landing. Whirling trees and leaves would be a dead giveaway to anyone who would be close by; luckily the point of insertion an easy twenty kilometers away from that atrocious building the jetii call a praxeum.
Once the patrol boat finishes its landing, six beskar'gam clad Mandalorians of roughly the same height and the same markings: deep ash-colored with navy blue accents and on the deltoid protectors have the Mandalorian Empire emblem on one side, and the clan Son'tir on the other. Irrelevant to unnative Mandalorians.
The lead of the six recon Mandalorian team taps the outside of his helmet to turn on and open up his secure comm link to the channel that was given to him to contact with his counterpart as the rest of the team secures the parameter and scans the forest line for the GALSAF team. A deep militaristic voice, calls::GALSAF commander, this is Hileo Bui'tsad et ori'vods for recon and survey, respond::
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Post by Delmani Altic on Aug 18, 2013 22:58:37 GMT -8
A modified ash black Mandalmotors-made pursuer class enforcement patrol boat breaks atmosphere and immediately performs a 0 degree descent straight and flattens out below a the 100 meter hard deck that aerial sensors would typically need to catch over mountains and trees on planets. Whoever this pilot his is really good. . .or has a death wish.
Having been given the predestined coordinates to meet up with their GALSAF counterparts, the Mandalorian transport makes quick work, even under the dead of night, finding a spot to descend into landing. Whirling trees and leaves would be a dead giveaway to anyone who would be close by; luckily the point of insertion an easy twenty kilometers away from that atrocious building the jetii call a praxeum.
Once the patrol boat finishes its landing, six beskar'gam clad Mandalorians of roughly the same height and the same markings: deep ash-colored with navy blue accents and on the deltoid protectors have the Mandalorian Empire emblem on one side, and the clan Son'tir on the other. Irrelevant to unnative Mandalorians.
The lead of the six recon Mandalorian team taps the outside of his helmet to turn on and open up his secure comm link to the channel that was given to him to contact with his counterpart as the rest of the team secures the parameter and scans the forest line for the GALSAF team. A deep militaristic voice, calls:: GALSAF commander, this is Hileo Bui'tsad et ori'vods for recon and survey, respond:: GC-02, Black Operations Commando Delmani Altic
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0230 Hours, Ossan Time, First Night of the Assault Delmani was stirred from his brief but rewarding sleep as his HUD flashed in his eyes. Instantly awake, the commando saw the transmission, which was represented by an icon at the corner of his helmet display and opened it with an eye flicker. The transmission had come in on the secure frequency GALCOM had arranged with the Clan leaders for use in this mission.GALSAF commander, this is Hileo Bui'tsad et ori'vods for recon and survey, respond.Delmani opened his team's secure frequency and brought Tag up on comms.Tag, got a message for you, from the Clansmen.After a brief moment of silence, the other commando responded.What is it, you woke me up...Delmani chuckled. Woke me up to. Take care of 'em, ya? He replied. The response he heard sounded like a groan.Yeah, I'll get on it. Tag told him.Jate, Tag'ika.1Epar ner shebs.2 Came the reply. Delmani smirked, returning his attention to sleep. He woke several hours later, just before dawn hit, and with Gaunt began the days recon. They ended up seeing a lot, identifying patrol patterns and times, along with numerous comers and goers throughout the day. The most interesting arrival was a Jedi that had shown up after mid-day in an XJ3 X-wing starfighter. The vessel had emblems of the Jedi Order painted on the hull, and Delmani recognized them as being from the Coruscant Jedi sect. Delmani wasn't sure if the Jedi had arrived to assist the Ossan Order in any particular way, or if he might simply be stopping by on his way to his true destination, possibly Yavin 4.GB-04, Black Operations Commando "Tag"
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0232 Hours, Ossan Time, First Night of the Assault Tag roused himself from his drowsy state and opened the secure comm channel between himself and the Clansmen that had just contacted Delmani.Hileo Bui'tsad, this is Gee-Bee-Zero-Three, shoot me your transponder data over the uplink and we can identify your location. I'm sending mine now, along with coordinates to the rendezvous location. Tag activated his transponder data packet and uploaded it over the secure frequency, allowing Hileo and his men to bring up Tag's location on their helmet systems.Oh, and…Gar hiibir munit luubid, ner'vode.3 Tag added, the slight humor showing in his voice. He looked aside and nudged Slag gently in the side with the toe of his boot. Over the team comm channel, he updated Slag of the development.The boys are here, from the Clan. Just landing.1: "Good, little Tag."
2: "Eat my ass."
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Post by Hileo Bui'tsad on Aug 19, 2013 20:53:53 GMT -8
Hileo responds the quip in Mando'a with a simple. Cui ogir’olar over the comm. All business. He takes no pleasure with this assignment, only here for him and his clansmen is the honor to serve the Mand'alor and his decisions.
The lead Mandoade cuts the comm and receives the uploaded coordinates, luckily they were only a click east away from the GALSAF encampment, Hileo swings his fist in a helicopter motion signaling move out for the Mandoa team. . . .
It was a relatively short jaunt through the woods and the Mandalorians moved in relative silence. Not stealthy but not careless either, until they met up with the commandos at the given coordinates. Hileo removed his firing hand from his rifle and slammed a fist across his chest in a warior salute once he found who he was looking for. Su cuy'gar. Hileo provides simply, flat void of enthusiasm. His buy'ce is clearly scanning those GALSAF assembled. Which one of you is Delmani? Just as Hileo asked the question, his five ner'vod clear the wood lines and fan out. It was eery how near identical the six looked in their matching beskar'gam and emblems flying proudly on each of their shoulders. All fanned out. All professional, not serious, just. . . attentive.
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Post by Delmani Altic on Aug 22, 2013 23:49:52 GMT -8
Hileo responds the quip in Mando'a with a simple. Cui ogir’olar over the comm. All business. He takes no pleasure with this assignment, only here for him and his clansmen is the honor to serve the Mand'alor and his decisions.The lead Mandoade cuts the comm and receives the uploaded coordinates, luckily they were only a click east away from the GALSAF encampment, Hileo swings his fist in a helicopter motion signaling move out for the Mandoa team. . . .It was a relatively short jaunt through the woods and the Mandalorians moved in relative silence. Not stealthy but not careless either, until they met up with the commandos at the given coordinates. Hileo removed his firing hand from his rifle and slammed a fist across his chest in a warior salute once he found who he was looking for. Su cuy'gar. Hileo provides simply, flat void of enthusiasm. His buy'ce is clearly scanning those GALSAF assembled. Which one of you is Delmani? Just as Hileo asked the question, his five ner'vod clear the wood lines and fan out. It was eery how near identical the six looked in their matching beskar'gam and emblems flying proudly on each of their shoulders. All fanned out. All professional, not serious, just. . . attentive.
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Post by Will Sontir on Sept 1, 2013 14:55:36 GMT -8
Buit'sad shrugs about the sound, knowing that the group is easily over twenty kilometers from the known Ossus defenses, there was no need to stealth in. Besides, if they did not make noise, they would have ran the risk of alarming these GALSAF.
Hileo nods after he receives the sitrep from . . .Slag, and turns to his own ner'vod. "Koba, Vango, Gar, ner'vod Ke'pare olar1. The rest of you, Hukaat'kama2; we're heading to Knossa for recon." A round of acknowledgements comes by, Hileo gives a short two-fingered salute to the two GALSAF and Hileo and three of the six 'clansmen' as Slag referred to them as break off towards the city for essential recon and the remaining two stepped in closer to the GALSAF and removed their packs to do a professional gear check.
None of the Son'tir clan actually want to be on this venture against the jetii, but they all have sworn fealty to the resol'nare3; an must serve the six tenets with honor. Doesn't stop them from feeling more . . .reserved then many other Mandalorians might be in this situation. . . .
1. You, brothers, wait here.
2. Watch my back.
3. the six tenets of the Mandalorian culture.
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Post by Delmani Altic on Sept 2, 2013 12:35:37 GMT -8
The Mandalorian leader shrugged in response to Slag's words, though he let it go without further comment. Alone or not, Slag never assumed he wasn't being watched or couldn't be found out. It kept him on his toes, made him more precise, more conscious of his surroundings. How Buit'sad decided to run his team was fine considering most of them would be operating around Knossa anyhow, plenty far from the GALSAF Black Operators. Slag nodded as Buit'sad flashed him the casual salute, tapping his index and middle fingers to the brow of his helmet in return. He looked over the two soldiers Buit'sad had left with them, watching over the area as the pair looked over their gear. Tag was likely some ways off already, though Slag had the coordinates of their position located on his HUD map already, and finding the other Operator wouldn't be hard. Daylight was on its way though, roughly six hours off by Slag's count. They'd have to move faster than he'd like to get to position before the sun made maneuvers impossible.
It was times like this he would have settled for a stealth generator.
While the two Mando'ade1 went over their gear, Slag briefed them on the situation. We've got two teams already in place around the Temple compound, we'll be the third. One of you can stick with me, but the other needs to go with one of the other two teams; balance of fire and all that, you lot know the drill. Slag looked around, quickly scanning the area visually and utilizing the systems built into his helmet. After a moment he returned his attention to his vode2. Currently, we're planning on rigging their hangar bay to blow while the rest of the assault team infiltrates the temple tomorrow night. They'll clear the visitors section of the place, which is all levels above that transparasteel section in the middle. Once they've done that, they'll rig the rooftop to blow, the Jetii3 have a landing pad up there, and we suspect stealthy Force Users keeping watch. Once the top end is clear, they'll go through the middle section, securing prisoners, killing only those who refuse to surrender. Initially, we'll be sneaking about, incapacitating whoever we can.
Slag looked around again as the two Mandalorians began to wrap up their gear inspection. Once we've got the inside of the place secured, we'll get to work reprogramming the defenses to work for us. That'll help us keep watch of whatever POW's we have. Then we'll put out a call using their own comms, calling all the students back to the Temple. We'll have a trap laid for them inside, cuff 'em, and toss 'em in with the rest of the prisoners. At that point, we call for our vode in orbit to come knocking, first at Knossa, then here. After giving the prisoners over, we get to work rounding up the indigenous population. Tion gar suvari?4 Slag concluded, turning back East and preparing to move out.
1: Mandalorian [plural]
2: Brothers, Comrades
3: Jedi
4: You understand?
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Post by Hileo Bui'tsad on Oct 6, 2013 23:11:51 GMT -8
The Son'tir Mandoade pair nodded that they understood. At least this outfit is professional not bloodlustful men who are only looking for false glory gunning down janitors and children. This lot would not be a problem helping keep a live.
The pair silently moved out and took up the rear of the team.
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Post by Devlin Dewe on May 9, 2016 12:38:42 GMT -8
Deep in the jungles of Ossus, a waterfall rushed downward. Its roar silenced other sounds nearby. A deep pool of cool, ice-blue water spread beneath the cliffs. Verdant flora carpeted the forest floor. Thick trees stretched toward the white clouds that drifted on the warm breeze. A lone figure knelt beside a fallen tree.
With his eyes closed in concentration, Devlin Dewe meditated on the living Force, allowing it to pass around him, through him, and within him. Above his palm hovered the components of his lightsaber.
Specks of gray sparkled in the dark brown hair of the former High Councilor and Jedi Master. He had been too long away from the realm of men, though not long enough away from the realms of war and politics. He wore only the pants of his tan Jedi robes. The top of his robes, a brown cloak, and a white sleeveless undershirt rested on the fallen tree.
A ripple in the Force snapped Devlin's eyes open.
"The galaxy is forever balanced on a tipping point."
He closed his eyes and tried to resume his mediation, but the quiet void of his mind eluded him. His thoughts spun, churned, and danced around each other.
He needed to decide if he would return to the galaxy and its hectic pace or remain lost in the shadows of his favorite jungle.
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Post by Talon Frost on May 11, 2016 4:15:06 GMT -8
A sensation. One that Devlin has not felt since....
Greetings, Master. I feel it too. Somewhere Elusive.
If Devlin received the message, there would be a feeling of...relief. It had been a while but Talon was relieved to know Devlin was alive, in the jungles. It had been too long, indeed.
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Post by Devlin Dewe on May 18, 2016 6:51:57 GMT -8
A familiar presence nudged at Devlin's mind. Talon Frost, his padawan. Someone he had not seen in some time. The Jedi smiled to himself, glad that Talon was alive an well. The pieces of his lightsaber fit themselves into place, through Devlin's manipulation of the Force.Gripping the lightsaber in his hand, Devlin stood. He grabbed his shirt, pulled it over his head, and walked toward the edge of the forest and the Praxeum.Talon, it is good to hear you, once more. I'm sure there is much you wish to discuss. |
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Post by Talon Frost on May 23, 2016 14:04:58 GMT -8
That same presence nudged at the mind of the Master Jedi.
Indeed. But for another time. Other things are in motion...see you soon.
There was more to say but Talon will hold those things to say in person. His mind is on something he just saw as he walked through the Praxeum.
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Post by Harnan Ren on Apr 20, 2017 9:07:52 GMT -8
Harnan tightened his grip upon the overhead hand rails as the AALs and Transports breached the atmosphere. The transition was rougher than usual due to the speed at which the ships were making their descent. A dozen TIE Strikers fanned out from the descending cloud of ships, moving to engage the incoming airspeeders that had been in the area. Laser fire erupted between the two sides, with shots glancing off the AALs surface. The pilots barely flinched as their shuttles were shaken by the fire. They had their orders from Harnan to push their way to the LZ, and their fear of the Knight of Ren outweighed their fear of death.
Thanks to the information available to them concerning the location of the Library and Praxeum, they had already plotted out where the Landing Zone would be. It was a clearing several miles from both locations, which they were fast approaching. It was then, that a pair of enemy fighters managed to break through the TIE Strikers, allowing them to concentrate their fire on the AALs. Despite their deflector shields, the heavy fire of the airspeeders managed to overwhelm them, allowing several shots to take out the engines of several AALs. Flame and smoke poured forth from the damaged vehicles as they hurtled towards the ground faster. Another pair of TIE Strikers came up behind the enemy airspeeders, before taking them out.
The AALs quickly extended their landing gear, using their repulsors to slow their descent to come to a safe landing, as the damaged AALs came crashing through the tree tops. As soon as the Landers touched down, the ramps were lowered allowing the Stormtroopers within to rush out. A handful of them started to form a perimeter, whilst another small group got to work freeing those trapped within the crashed Landers. The rest started to take battle formations. Meanwhile, transports started to touch down and unload the mechanised artillery. Harnan disembarked from his AAL - emblazoned with the image of the armour clad First Commissar with her helmet off looking back over her shoulder - as it landed at the head of the attack formation, his shield and spear in hand. His personal guard of Riot Control Troopers followed quickly, forming up behind him as he examined the assembled force. Harnan then opened a comm line to Soku
Ready when you are brother...
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Post by Soku Ren on Apr 24, 2017 21:12:45 GMT -8
*Ossus... It was the time at last. Soku's anticipation only grew the closer they drew; through hyperspace, in real space, and now as they descended from orbit. It seemed they had forgone the original plan in favor of a full assault, but then, they had brought more than sufficient forces to stand against the meager Jedi defenses.
While the ships were battered during descent, the majority made it down safely. Soku Ren and Thriesa Company descended from their transports, with a small squad splitting from the Company at the command of Captain Arin to aid in recovering surviving and able troops from the surrounding crash site. Soku merely looked out into the distance, far away towards the Library, their target.*
"Savage," *he spoke, addressing their new Zabrak companion. He turned to face Vladimir, continuing,* "There is still an opportunity for you to practice your proposed subterfuge. We will assault the Library. Use it as a diversion, reach your way inside, see if your droid is still capable of accessing the weapons systems. Otherwise, take what knowledge you can, and let no one stop you." *He again turned towards the direction of the Library, a smirk on his lips.* "We will meet you inside."
*He watched as the troops gathered together once more for their assault, all in perfect order. All prepared to fight for the glory of the First Order, and the elimination of lawlessness. Soku himself did not hesitate when Harnan contacted him to respond,* "By all means, let us march."
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Post by Kurōn on Apr 25, 2017 20:13:12 GMT -8
Ossus. The time to prove his worth had finally come. While not overly eager to clash against the Jedi, he also knew that he needed to get over that minor detail for the greater good. The Knights of Ren and their cause. That was now his cause. Galactic Order. A galaxy free from the chaos and disarray that gripped it so tightly, especially as of late. That was his goal. If that meant he had to 'join forces with the enemy', then so be it. But he would not succumb to the darkness that gripped the hearts of the other Knights.
No. He was going to stick true to his own ideals and personal beliefs. There was no need to sacrifice his very essence and what defined him to see his goal through to completion.
Vlad gripped the hand rail above him as the AAL descended from orbit. Buffeted by the winds and enemy attack. Garbed in his light powered exoskeleton and nothing more than a plain brown cloak, Vlad knew what he had to do. Or so he thought. As the Lander successfully touched down and the ramp lowered, Vlad stepped out.
The damp forest air greeted his face. He breathed deeply, savoring the fresh scent.
This planet was teeming with life. It was lush and fragrant with the ebb and flow of the living Force itself. A fresh and revitalizing feeling. And most definitely welcome.
Vlad allowed his eyes to close for a few moments and he drank in the sensations the planet offered. 'Clank', his R2 unit, trundled up to him, beeping and chirping happily. As Soku called out to him, his vibrant blue eyes snapped open. He turned to face Soku as he explained what was happening. It was a bit of a change from the original plan. Especially since it involved him going into the Library alone. At least to start. Vlad merely nodded in silent agreement before Soku turned away. He glanced down at 'Clank' and gave him a brief nod. The droid simply whistled in acknowledgement. Vlad pulled his cloak tighter around him and took off at a brisk jog towards the security substation.
For now, the Jedi of Ossus wouldn't suspect him. Once he was actually in the Library, acquiring whatever knowledge he could, then his cover would be blown. And that's when things had the potential to get dicey. But until then, he would do his best to blend in and get where he was going.
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Post by Thomas Blackwall [Retired] on Apr 27, 2017 20:55:29 GMT -8
BO-2263. Black Operations Captain Thomas Blackwall.
First Order Special Operations
0930 hrs. Ossus. En route to LZ.
The Atmospheric Assault Lander known as the Bucket plummeted through Ossus' atmosphere, having launched from the Resurgence. Captain Thomas Blackwall stood in the trooper bay, gripping on of the overhead hand holds. He stood with his back to the entry ramp, facing the five men of his squad. Other various crates of equipment and military hardware were strapped down in the bay. Heavy weapons, defensive turrets. That kind of thing. Seeing as how Fireteam Castle was a special ops team, they are given special privileges. Such as the use of an AAL all to themselves. After a few moments of silence, Blackwall spoke through his helmet's external speakers.Alright ladies, listen up! Command has seen fit to send us here to provide support for the Knights of Ren leading this little picnic. This is straight forward. We link up with the newest member of the Ren. A Zabrak that used to be a Jedi. We are to assist him up to the Security Substation, then provide a distraction. He will be infiltrating the Library. Once he gives us the signal, we give him an extraction point and we hold it at all costs. Thriesa Company and the other two Knights will be heading the main assault directly against the Library. The new Knight's R2 unit will send up the schematics to the Library once it overrides the security substation. Any questions?"Blackwall didn't expect any questions. His team knew what their job was, and he knew they'd do it to the best of their abilities. The mission was in good hands.Oohrah!The team shouted their response in unison. Beneath his helmet, Blackwall grinned. This was about to be interesting. As the craft descended into the atmosphere, the pilot came over the cabin's comm.Captain, enemy fighters inbound. Prepare for evasive maneuvers.Blackwall clenched his jaw beneath his helmet."Buckle up, ladies! It's about to get bumpy!"Blackwall then moved to his seat, using the crates in the bay to keep himself upright as the craft bucked and rocked. Sliding into his seat, he strapped himself in. Towes voice crackled over the comm.We're in atmo. Landers 2-3 and 2-5 have been hit. Hang on! TIE's on an intercept course!Even with the rumbling of the Lander itself and the roaring of re-entry, Blackwall could still hear the unmistakable howl of the Twin Ion Engines of the Strikers as they approached. A sudden jolt of the craft and a klaxon blaring alerted him to trouble. Towes voice crackled over the speakers once more. It sounded remarkably calm.We've been hit. I've lost maneuvering and secondary thrusters. We are going down. Brace for impact!"The ailing craft plummeted from the sky, trailed smoke. The vast expanse of green rapidly rose up to greet them. A tremendous scraping noise followed by several bone-jarring jerks against the restraints and the craft was down... |
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Harnan Ren
Knights of Ren
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Affiliation: Knights of Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Apr 29, 2017 12:22:28 GMT -8
Harnan nodded as he received his brothers reply. The last of the siege vehicles were unloaded and assembled alongside the remnants of Omega Company. A couple squads were still trapped within their AALs, whilst at least one squad had been lost. Another two squads were working to free their trapped comrades. That left them a platoon down, but they were still three platoons strong. The company of AT-STs and AT-XTs then split themselves between Omega and Thriesa company, giving both Knights of Ren ample knocking power
Alright men! Move out! We've got a library to ransack!
Harnan turned and lead the way through the forest towards the Great Library of Ossus, with Omega Company following close behind
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