Star Wars Star Wars: After the Awakening

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Name:

(formerly Captain) Hidax

Age:

31

Species:

Human

Gender:

Male

Equipment:

Standard issue Stormtrooper armor, blaster rifle and sidearm. Z6 Riot Control Baton, betaplast riot shield. Pair of thermal detonators.

Personal Ship: none.

Bio:

A loyal, longtime soldier in the First Order's infantry, Captain Hidax was once a rival even to Phasma in authority and influence. A decorated veteran of numerous battles, with a cold and professional commitment to First Order doctrine, Hidax was nonetheless a relatively fair man in comparison to his peers and tended to avoid unnecessary atrocities whenever possible - recognizing that to control the populace required inspiring loyalty as much as instilling fear. He was disgraced, however, by his contingent's failure to recover BB-8 during the Battle of Takodana - used as a scapegoat to shift the blame for such away from Kylo Ren.

 

OOC: Combo with the MAN, Sinrebirth

Snoke & Belila Gambros (Bre)
In a crazed battlefield, Yavin


Fred was having an adventure. The droid was making his way towards one of the cannons when the skies seemed to suddenly open up, and ships were streaming in from all over the place. It gave Fred the cover he sought, but being around the cannons were also a bit more dangerious as well. But he did make it to one, and did what he could, before he scampered off in the direction of Genkal. He stopped however, when he saw the Falcon began to move. He wondered what he should do next, when he received a signal.

'BRE!'

Fred did his best impersonation of a thumperhopper, as he quickly made his way back to the speeder bike. It was past time to go.

-o-

Bre didnt expect an answer from Snoke. But then, she wasnt expecting quite a few things that happened. The saber that Bre had hurled at Snoke, snapped to life, its blade out and ready to kill. To Bre, it seemed to happen in slow motion, as Snoke turned his body to avoid a killing blow. She felt his anger flare out as the blade creased his side. He gritted his teeth together in pain - his temper flared, he touched the hilt with his mind to accelerate it through Bre's forehead and out through her brain - and she did not need the Force to know that the man wanted her dead. But now it was her turn for her eyes to grow large, as her other attacked worked, and she managed to slam him to the floor. Bre was on her feet in an instant, ready to deal with whatever attack came. But none did. His words seemed to crawl into her head, full of malice and hate.

"Well done, little Jedi. But I can promise you this:- I will vivisect you before I am done." Bre then watched in astonishment, as Snoke kicked off the floor and flew straight up and disappeared into the smoke and and flying debris. Bre quickly noticed that the Falcon was moving quickly towards the area she had seen Genkal disappear.

Bre stood shaking for a few seconds, as she looked over the sceen in front of her. More Stormtroopers were heading her way. Qel-Droma was struggling to breathe. And there were far too many bodies around her and she felt herself begin to drain. It was Qel-Droma that focused her attention.

'Run, girl,' Qel-Droma gasped. 'Find your droid and follow your friends.' He grimaced. 'You can't help me.' Another gasp. 'My time was over four thousand years ago.' Another breath, a chest heaving, and he held out the lumped char that had been his lightsaber hilt, almost unidentifiable, but one thing remained tenable; the power cell. The hilt was whining, as if the battery was being overloaded by having no emitter to express its energy, but the user was still pressing it to activate. It would only be able to express itself by exploding,

Soon. Bre's eyes grew wide.

Ulic's lipless mouth curled into a smile, his eyes blinking within charred skin. 'And I've been living on borrowed time for a while.' Bre looked at him, and nodded. "Thank you." she told him. It was time to go, for in a few moments, this place was about to turn into one VERY large blast area... again. Bre called the saber she had used on Snoke to her, and then began to run as fast as she could, using the Force to assist her. She leapt, and as she did, hidden within the smoke, she changed once more into her normal form that folks would recongize once more. As soon as her feet hit the side of the pit area, she began to key in a signal that would let Fred know that she was on her way towards her bike.

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As the shadow world gave way, and all was consumed by a light white, Darth Imperius, a woman known as Nereza, descendant of Lord Kallig, and progenitor of the Mikaru line’s Firedancers, found herself once again, standing among the forests and ruins, of the moon of Yavin. She felt the heat, and the wind, felt true sensations across her skin for the first time in hundreds of years. And she knew it was fleeting, knew that soon the power she’d drawn upon to manifest, Snoke's own, would fade. But it was still real.

“Run, girl.” She turned, to see the shattered remains of a once great man, a man from before even her time, that she recognized from Sith texts that as she rose to power were ancient. He was charred, and broken, and willing a young Jedi to leave. “You can’t help me.” He pleaded, “My time was over four thousand years ago.”

“Yes,” Nereza added, announcing her existence, “Run.” She slowly walked over towards Qel-Droma’s form. “Our time, has come and gone. The future is in the hands of the young and the gifts, and curses we’ve left our future generations.” She knelt down next to Ulic, placing her hand on his, feeling the weight and depth of a man that at one point had been a bastion of the Force, both light and dark, just like her.

“Run, and fight another day.” She closed her eyes, she could feel the anchor she had on this manifestation loosening, it’s strength preparing to break. For once more time, the air around the temple felt cold, and dark, as Nereza drew all she could from the force, all she had left. A tendril of energy shot out from where she knelt, wrapped around the leg of the nearest approaching Stormtrooper, before forking out to his companions, pulling them off their feet, and dragging them towards her.

Odojinya, the web of the Darkside, old Sith Magic, taught by the Sith Sorcerers of her Empire. More and more tendrils shot out, streaking into the jungles, their victims crying out in shock as they found themselves dragged suddenly towards the Temple. Nereza, her essence waning, looked up at the skyline once more. And in the distance, she saw it.

It was so close, all of the ruins, and all the memories, of the Republic and the Empire uniting against the Cult of Revan and fighting at the steps of Vitate, no, Valkorian’s Temple of Sacrifice. She could still smell the burnt trees, and flaming hulks. Hear the screams and cries, and see the faces. The faces of those she’d lost, and the friends she’d made. Janus, Vial, all the others, who would eventually go on to become the Outlanders, the commanders of the Alliance against the Eternal Empire, her family.

“You know Ulic…” She turned to the ancient Jedi turned Sith. “I don’t think the Galaxy we leave has much to worry about…” All around her, the signs were there. As Jedi and Sith had recently united against a foe. As Mandalorians and Republic officers coordinated assaults together against a common enemy. As history repeated itself, and alliances were born. She looked down at Qel-Droma’s lightsaber, and pumped the last bit of her power into it, as her tendrils snapped, having dragged as many troopers as she could to where they sat.

“It is after all as they say… the darkest, before the dawn.” And then the fury of Ulic’s lightsaber erupted, and she let the light consume her.

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The explosion rippled out in a crimson flame, licking at the undergrowth and chasing Bre. It would buffet Fred, and all but tip the speeder. The aims of shooters on the ground would waver, and everyone within the pit, dead or alive, would receive their immediate crisping and cremation.

And so ended Ulic Qel-Droma, for a second time, his second chance not used on heroism to defeat a Dark Lord, but as one piece of a far greater Dark Lord's dejarik board.

A player who had noticed Bre, and now added her to the pieces.

Assuming she survived this battle!

The explosion, and ending of Qel-Droma sent Bre flying much further than she had expected, as the area immediately behind her blossomed into a deadly crimson flower of flame and smoke and death. It was close enough that Bre could feel the heat as it passed over her. She landed on the ground, not as gracefully as she had hoped she would, the impact taking her breath away. All she wanted to do was simply lay there, and breathe. She was quite sure, her body would be feeling this later on. There was so much death, and Bre, who had shut herself off from feeling it, was being buffeted by the many deaths in such a short time. Too much. She wanted to curl up, and simply ride the sensations out. But there was no time. The Falcon would be swooping in to rescue Genkal shortly, and if she didnt meet up with them, then she felt she would never be leaving this planet. And, with everything else going on, Bre WANTED to leave this planet, and quickly.

So Bre mentally pulled herself together, her body complaining as she moved. She rolled over, and came to her feet. And then she began to run. And she didnt stop. Anything that shot at her, she would snap on her saber, just enough to deflect the blow, and then snap it off again. So far, the smoke was acting as a cover, and she didnt want to spoil it, keeping a saber lit, to act as a target. She let the Force fuel her steps now, her mind almost on automatic, as she sought out her speeder bike. As she ran, she wondered what happened to the other Jedi, but she did not have the time to look.

Bre ran, for what felt like hours, when it was only a few moments, until she recognized the area where she had left her bike. A blinking light suddenly made her screech to a halt for a moment, until she recognized the source.

"FRED!"

Bre had never been so happy to see her old friend. Fred was moving to get into his familiar spot on the bike, while Bre closed the distance. She did a sudden leap, to close the rest of the distance, and landed next to her bike.

"I think I've had enough of this fun spot. Let's get out of here. What do you think?"

Fred let out various sounds, which sounded quite nasty.

"Fred!" Bre exclaimed as she quickly climbed on her bike, and gunned the engines. She had to catch up to the Falcon quickly. Bre thinking of Kyp seemed to summon him to mind, but it was only for him to mentally to stress that she should go. Telepathy was beyond the man, but he could give her a sense of urgency and he did now. The Falcon was poised to climb, but the shuttle was bearing down so it could, but at the same time, it was about to hit some very hard trees if it didn't climb soon. They would need to avoid the burning pit that has been Strang, Qel-Deoma and the others before catching up, and Stormtroopers were trying to fire at the speeder as it cleared the smoke - but not the fumes and flames - however. an errant block of the Temple provided a natural ramp, surrounded by fire, if she could make it.

Bre felt the mental exclamation point to the head, even as she turned her bike and scanned for a direction in which to point her bike. 'I get it!' she muttered to no one. She saw the Falcon, and from what she saw, it should be preparing to climb at any moment. Her eyes followed along, as she noticed a chunk of the temple, which seemed to be pointing the way. Fred bleeped his worry, but Bre didnt see that she had any other choices.

Bre collected the Force around her, and she watched, timing when she would need to hit the ramp. Bre then took off, the hot air whipping around her, as she gunned her bike, revving the engines, and putting it into the red. It was a one shot deal. Of course, the ramp was surrounded by fire. A Force jumping bike jump? Well, it certainly looked as if Bre was going to find out, if indeed it was possible or not. With all the ships buzzing around, things were getting complicated quickly, and the Falcon was about to start it's climb. So it was now or never. Bre sat low in the seat until the moment of the jump.She called to the Force now, as she leaned up and forward, as if using her own bodies
momentum, along with the Force, to make the jump from the make do ramp, to the on ramp of the Falcon. If anyone was still there, they better clear the way, because she would be coming in hot. 'Force, I'm getting as bad as Solo...' she thought to herself, as she went airborn.



TAG: Sinrebirth, HanSolo29

 

IC: Kodo Prine

The shadow world receded, Kodo's muscles ached as he came to, and with a few blinks the blur of his surroundings came into clearer focus. He was horrified. Bodies were strewn about - some injured, some clearly dead.

Adrenaline had filled him during the fight with Snoke, but it was gone, and with it the triumphant feeling he had known for finally conquering the dark influence Plagueis had long held over him. It should have been more long lasting.

But as it was, as he now sat awake on the battle cruiser, in a mess of bruised flesh and broken bones and extinguished lives, he remembered all too clearly what he had done. He had killed a man he didn't know. Not only could not attest to know a name - he didn't even know for sure which side his victim had been on. All because of a false memory, planted by Snoke. He was so easily manipulated.

And then he saw Jan - her lip split and her eye bruised.

"What... What did you do to me?" she asked, her hands bathed in red.

Kodo started to speak, but stopped himself realizing that no words were forming. He looked down instead at the lightsaber in his palm, and produced a sound that was something between a grunt and a sigh, wondering if the vicious blow he had dealt to Snoke in the shadow world had found Jan in the physical one. He couldn't have. She had clearly been in a vicious struggle with someone, shown by her bloodstained hands, but Kodo's robes were unsoiled and his skin unbroken.

Still, all eyes were upon him. Weapons were being drawn.

"I... I don't know what just happened. If I am to blame, it is not that it was by my own design," he said, attempting to remain calm but involuntarily allowing a crack in the facade by the wavering in his voice.

"Kyle, I don't know who it was that I... Killed," he choked on the word. "I had a sudden, overwhelming memory of him committing a murder on Dagobah. It was vivid, I saw his face. Now I know that it was a lie." He hung his head. "When Snoke is near, even my best intentions are twisted."

"As to this," he gestured gingerly to the numerous injured who lay about the room, "If I was a catalyst, I did not know it," he insisted. "I clearly cannot pretend that I am impervious to the manipulations of those more powerful than myself, but I can proclaim that in the shadow world, I stood against and crossed blades with Supreme Leader Snoke with no regard for my own life. Vincent Mikaru can vouch for this fact. I can give no better evidence of my intentions."

TAG: Sinrebirth, Kahn_Iceay

 

IC: Argen
Rosa, Yavin System

Argen pulled the trigger again, and again. The loud unmistakable sound of an LL-30 blaster reverberated through the bridge over and over until the barrel gave of a wave of heat and Argen was sure, beyond the shadow of a doubt that the droid was dead. Holes riddled, and excess bits reduced to slag against the floor, a mess that Argen knew would be difficult to clean up. And a mess that he’d wished Cassie hadn’t been forced to see.

Pulling himself back into his chair Argen cut the thrusters, and started to bring back on the gravity. He felt a weight in the pit of his stomach. He’d taken a life, yes it was a droid but it was still sentient. He hated it, but this damn galaxy would continue to try and make him a killer, and keep succeeding. He’d just need to make sure that it was the right people he killed, when it couldn’t be helped anymore.

But things had not settle on the Rosa, not just yet. Veedo had long since boarded the Courier, following Argen’s orders to check on the ship, make sure it wasn’t a trap. He’d been using the codes Argen had uploaded to the Rosa’s database to get a complete list of the ships systems and armaments when suddenly he felt the ship begin to take action on its own. A preflight checklist. Curious.

Veedo knew the order hadn’t come from Argen, he was linked to the ships database and had, to his dismay, watched the Protocol Droid try to kill his owner. No he knew this was something else. The droid considered using the codes to stop the process, but paused. It could lead into him being effected by whatever was trying to override the ship.

No, Veedo decoupled himself from the control port, slipped into the access hatch that ran the length of the ship and rolled towards the engine bay. Rolling up to the primary power relay he switched out his tool set and began working to decouple the primary power junction. It’d shut down the ship, and the reactor, keep the ship from powering up. He could always fix it later.

Back on the bridge, Argen looked at Cassie. “I’m sorry.” He’d at this point reoriented the ship and had it back on course, though they were still at the far edge, and could easily remask themselves with their ECM systems soon. “Send the broadcast. Let the republic forces know everything we know. They need to prepare, after that… well once this is all done we’ll see if we can fix him, after all it wasn’t his fault.”

Argen looked back forward, eyes on the job. “He did say he had a master, and I doubt it was our sleeping guest.”

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IC: Vincent Mikaru
Bridge

Vincent accepted Vos’ hand and pulled himself up, “Kallig,” Was the first thing he said, “No no… not Kallig, Vincent…” He put a hand to his head. His temples pulsed and his head pounded as though it were in a vice. “I’m sorry I just…” His eyes turned to the cloaked figure, this now revealed Aden. His anger flared, and for the first time in his life Vincent for a brief moment radiated a darkness that overcast his inner light, his balance of nature.

“You knew.” He spat. He lifted his hand, finger pointed directly at the Jensaarai. “You said I would see the truth I would feel the revelation. You knew didn’t you?” Had he the strength Vincent might have drawn his sword then, for the Mikaru’s were a proud people and they did not take kindly to being used, to being pawns. Luckly for Aden, though perhaps as equally for Vincent, the heir to the Mikaru line, and now revealed heir to the mantel of Lord Kallig, was drained.

He pulled himself over to his control chair, Callista had already risen, giving him the seat, her control maintained wirelessly from this point as more systems came online. “I need… I need to speak to Kodo and Katarn.” He cupped his hand in his head, it was still reeling as he pressed the comm button on his chair’s arm. “This is Vincent Mikaru to the main hangar…”

He could feel Kodo’s unease, a bond perhaps strengthened from their time together just now in that realm. “I need to speak to Kodo Prine…” He leaned back against the cushions of the chair, closing his eyes as the room spun. “The man may very well be responsible for all of us still being here… bring him to me.”

Callista for her part looked at Admiral Niathal, “I announced our presence, because it is necessary. Look around you Admiral. You can see from here, that the Republic forces are not doing well. The Salvation is in need of assistance. Morale is likely low, due to the Force Presence of Snoke. Tell me Admiral, were you in command of the salvation, would not the sight of a Battler Cruiser, built for the sole purpose of killing Dreadnoughts along with its escorts baring down on your enemies lift your spirits?”

She placed her hands behind her back, feeling as though she made her point. “Perhaps now Admiral, the next words out of your mouth should be you opening comms and announcing our intent to aid the Resistance, and that they once again will have the guiding hand of a great Admiral of the Republic Forces to lead them to victory?”

Tag: Sinrebirth, Darth_wanderguard, Everyone at Yavin

 

IC: Rhoen Aquilla
Yavin

As Rhoen began his run ordinance was flung from the Missileboat that missed him just recently. Some stuck the tree line possibly aiming for the stomies. The pilot used it to better angle in on the possible location of the stormtroopers. More missiles pepper zone, thrown off from their course towards the shuttle. Fire and smoke obscure his vison for only a moment until he and Lysa cut through it, unleashing their fire on the area. He had no way of knowing if he hit anything but, at least he tried.

The two pilots move in unison, and Rhoen's heart settles a little. He is climbing fast Yavin's sky coming so close. On his scopes he and Lysa are almost one mark on the screen, separated only by the smallest of margins. He felt connected to her, like their hearts were beating as one. They curve around changing their trajectory, to straight down. The dark vessel grows larger as he let loose a flurry of blue lances that danced across the shuttle's shields, Lysa's Eta-5 added her fire power to it. Rhoen for the first time felt in control. The girl he met mere hours ago, and was now so important to him, backed him up. A flight of missiles descend from the sky, three of them directed at the shuttle.

Once again the ship activated it's defenses, seemingly unfazed by the hammering the fighters laid into it. One of the projectiles, veers off towards the pair,

"Lysa, break right." He called out over their private channel. He turned hard to avoid the deadly ordinance, a move his fighter protested every step. "Ace can you give me some stability here." Out of the trees more blaster bolts spring out, separating him from his partner. He could feel it, she wasn't with him anymore. His heart pounded in his ears, his breathing became uneven and panicked. He checked his scopes, not even looking for the shuttle his mind is on fire looking for her, looking for Lysa. "Ace, find Lysa…" the panic from his chest infected his voice, "NOW," The droid complied putting off its rushed repairs, putting a bright wavering beacon marking her location.

Instantly he moved to her side, he could see it, her ship was bucking and jerking around, she was just as panicked as he was. The shuttle had disappeared, then reappeared in the time it took him to find his wingmate, not that he was paying attention.

"Lysa," he called out on their private channel, their one lifeline in all this madness. "I'm right off your wing, I'm right here, we can still do this." He tried to calm his voice, he needed to be the support now, it was his turn to be there for her. "Let's gain some altitude, it'll get us out of range on the ground guns. We can dive on that shuttle again, a few more hits and it'll go down. We've got this, we can do this. Now follow me up." He pulled up just a little, trying to coax Lysa to rise with him. If she moved with him, he would continue his climb and dive back down on that shuttle. If she didn't he would do his best to calm her down, get her back to being the pilot he knew she was, one of the best and, the only person he'd want at his side at this moment.

TAG: Sinrebirth HanSolo29 Ktala Mitth_Fisto Tim Battershell Kahn_Iceay

 

Belila Gambros (Bre)
Aboard the Millennium Falcon, Yavin


Gotta make it, gotta make it, gotta make it...

Oh Force!

Bre realized two things at once. Well three, actually. One, Fred was bleeping frantically at her, giving her information she didnt really want to hear at the moment, something about missiles and a strange ship. Two, She was coming in far too fast, but it was the only way to make the jump, which meant the landing was going to be ugly. And three, Solo and Genkal were still on the ramp! She could see Han moving quickly, but not not quick enough. As soon as her bike touched the Falcon's ramp, Bre did her best to put her bike in the path not to run over Han and Genkal, as she dropped the bike, letting it slide. Both she and Fred waited for the last second before leaping from the bike. Fred,
managed to grab hold of part of the ships pylon. Bre was not so lucky, as she rolled and slid the rest of the way onto the ship. She did manage to kick off to the side, as to not slam into Han and Genkal at the end. Bre came to an abrupt stop as something blocked her roll. She wasnt sure what. But it wasnt soft. Maybe she should have stayed as a Wookie. Maybe the landing would not have hurt so much. Thank goodness for her armor.

Stars filtered through her vision, as she lay on her back, breathing in slowly. The adrenalin was leaving her body, and she began to shake, as she tried to comprehend all of what just happened. She vaguely heard 'Han's' voice in the background, as he was yelling. "Are you crazy?!" he barked. "What the hell was that?!" he asked. Bre vaguely smiled. What?, he didnt recognize a page from the famous book of Solo?

Bre decided she was just happy to hear his voice, grumbling or not. She didnt respond, nor move. She simply closed her eyes, as she willed the stars she was still seeing to go away. So she didnt see as Fred moved, climbing down from his perch, and gently moved over to where Bre had landed. She could hear and feel the ships engines suddenly whine, as whoever was flying, was using some mad flying skills to get them out of whatever was going on. A gentle poke from Fred, just made Bre very slowly shake her head. Bre shook her head, and then make a gesture. Fred backed up, a soft whine escaped him. She wanted him to help out the others. She didnt want to deal with anything right now. She just wanted to suck in some air, and get away from this planet as soon as possible.

What had she done?!


TAG: HanSolo29, Sinrebirth

 

IC: Susulur Dha'tra & Sinrebirth​

Yavin IV, where dead men stand and live men fall​

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The enemy Upsilon class shuttle proved formidable, better than the common version in an obvious way. The enemy troops less so as cannon fodder continue to prove such. His pass bore fantastic fruits that saw Fett and Goran being able to return to their ships after his missile barrage against possible e-webs and laser blasts into searching groups. It was a bit fun looping about the sky, letting momentum and ships systems work at keeping him as comfortable and safe as if he was sitting on a couch in a cantinae instead of in the middle of a war zone. Many heroic pilots were noted for using this system, inertial dampners, at the max levels as he was now, of course most of them were also noted for dying horrendously unnecessary deaths when they could of ejected and possibly were even told to do so by other pilots.​

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Rubbing his thigh plate he thought the command that would release the sub-dermal medications to help with the inflammation, and several interlinked command strings to release a mild group of nanites from another one to ease the pain by blocking the nerve cluster to/from his sternum.​

Meanwhile he tried to stay focused. Goran was still down. Troubling. Either the man saw the same problem he did, after all Susulur was flying a missile boat against a ship that was redirecting his missiles, or the man was having issues. Not an unheard of problem in battle after your ship makes an unscheduled landing. He needed more laser and blaster power. That was the sum of it.​

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Then it came, easing his discomfort was a good thing, although he still kept his breathing controlled, slow, and steady. Looking at the fires he had made from his initial attempts on the shuttle, as he made more laser runs on the troops painted by his fellow Mando's, he noted the final sensor data to the puzzle of the enemy shuttle. Slewing back he tracked more targets fed to him as he had an idea. Only his ship was not enough and Goran was still not on point yet.​

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"Goran. Need a. . .Lift? Just. Weapons. Get Ready."​

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Arming his ships tractor beam emitter he targeted his allies ship as he swooped low and rapidly slowed. If he could grab it, he could have a sufficient weapons platform added to his own to take on the enemy shuttle with a more decisive capabilities.​

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Goran grinned, working on reconnecting his guns instead of his engines. 'Love it.' He had his weapons up swiftly and was re-targeting the shuttle... That engaged it's cloak to avoid the capital ship missile that was still flying around. The shuttle deactivated the cloak when the missile lost its signal, and reappeared to reactivate it's traditional shields.​

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Lifting the Aggressor from the canopy he let his ships tractor pull it in tight under his craft. Then. . .nothing. Growling softly he took a slow breath in and let it out. He had him lined up to where the ship, well it was there. Closing his organic eye he went with his gut and trajectories. "Spray. And. Pray. Fett's, not behind. Target." It was that simple.​

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Sweeping out from the lift he tried to keep from being a sitting Nabooine duck, he tried sweeping back toward where the shuttle used to be and to where he felt it should be in a slewing back and forth doubling back in an erratically halting flight path. Trying to keep the Upsilon passing through his targeting marks and so in turn Gorans.​

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Goran opened fire with lasers, ion cannons, everything he had that wasn't projectile based. And then he did that as well, just because.​

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The shuttle clearly had power to spare but still took the whole amount; diverting the missiles. It seemed to be recovering, turning its nose to angle its weapons to strike them, and then it dipped, but it was caught in the laser fire stream when the capital class missile turned again. The cloak went up, and while it allowed for the missile to be distracted again and finally slam into the ground, the cloaking shield was insufficient to defend from Goran's fire and the hull was pockmarked and peeled. The nose dipped again to avoid the fire entering, and then it caught the treeline and vanished within it - there was no explosion, but it was gone into trees and that would not be easily survivable.​

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Goran began re-wiring his weapons to have his engines work, as the Falcon pulled up and the Slave I did so also.​

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'Time to go, Vode. Good work, my friend.'​

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"Vode Sur'ulur" he merely comm'd back. Letting Goran know to keep an eye on it as he turned their ships to the sky and flew through the blue to the black. His own ship would do what it could to keep open sensors on the enemy craft. But so long as space was clean he could drop off Goran as he made repairs and return to blast the enemy ship into yet another crater in the surface of Yavin IV today.​

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TAG: Sinrebirth, Others in the Battle of Yavin IV​

 

IC: Argen
Rosa, Yavin System

“Ever heard of venture capitalism?” Argen asked, by this point having activated a security force field that protected the pilot and operations officer, just in case the droid got up, again. “Nothing ventured nothing gained, and right now the First Order is operating under the pertinence of a hostile takeover.” Argen was flipping switches, bringing systems online, powering up engines, weapons, and every single electronic warfare system onboard. “I intend to give the Resistance a bit of extra leverage in order to counter the buyout.”

He looked over to Cassie who nodded, and held up a hand, a data spike extending out of her palm that she inserted into a recessed node on her console. Cassie, among other things, was Argen’s EWO, she operated the ships counter measures when direct interaction was required. “Alright Cassie, start by opening a comm channel to the resistance ships, and begin working on jamming Imperial communications. Make them fly without being able to hear each other, sever the chain of command.”

The droid got to work, and the comm light on Argen’s console lit up, letting him know that the channel was open. “This is Argen Devalie, of the CSV Rosa transmitting Alliance code Five-Gamma-Seven-Leth-Nine. It’s an old code I know, but I kinda retired from being a freedom fighter a couple of decades ago.” By this point the Rosa was at full burn, heading towards the Republic frigate, hoping to fall in line along with it. “We have been shadowing this Imperial fleet for several days, and gathering information. We are broad casting that information to you now.”

“At the same time, this ship is equipped with military grade electronic warfare suits, we can argue the legality of it later. We are working to jam communications, and sensors of the imperial vessels. We recommend taking advantage of it as communications intercepted from the Imperial forces over several days lead me to believe that they are not the only force en route. Also be advised that this ship is capable of taking on several small craft and dozens of passengers, we see that you have vessels returning from orbit, they are welcomed to dock.”

The light cruiser swung around with a grace highly unusual for a ship her size and came alongside the Salvation. “If nothing more we can provide some more powerful shields than a freighter or fighter while we get the hell out of Dantooine.”

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Mikaru Security Services fleet

The Imperial forces had the benefit of larger ships, but force-to-force MSS, for the moment was equally matched, and maybe even have an advantage. While the Invective was the only large ship in their disposal, and the Salvation they now came in line with was overtaxed, the rest of the ship was far more maneuverable than the imperial forces. The Vindicators while older, were of the same vintage as the Imperial ships that they now faced against, save the Vision of Confluence the seventh of them, which had long been retrofitted into a carrier.

Seventy Two third generation TIE/D Defenders launched in response to the Empire’s own. TIE against TIE, the rest of the fleet’s fighters moved into defensive formations around the fleet. Vincent’s forces knew this was not a battle to stand, but a battle to run. Echani however, ever the warriors, did not retreat, as the Empire would learn today. They attacked, in an exiting direction.

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Vincent Mikaru
Invective, bridge

“If I was going to fall,” the Echani growled, “the fourteen heavy laser turrets recessed in this bridges ceiling that are linked to my neural-implant would have already reduced you to holes.” He pulled himself up out of his chair, and directed his attention to Niathal and Callista, “You have one order, one. Get everyone who isn’t standing behind some kind of Imperial insignia back to safety. In know there will be casualties, but do what you can.”

He looked back to Vos, “I need off this bridge, I need out this system but I am not leaving my people behind.” He looked out at the battle unfolding before him, “We need to give ourselves an advantage, just long enough for our Forces to escape… The enemy has used the Force against us… why don’t we use it against them?”

Vincent was not so highly trained as Jedi of the past. Firedancers were more defensive weapons, than offensive ones. They could resist, they could defend, they could force the enemy into a close ranged fight that they had the advantage of. But Vincent had just learned he was not simply a Firedancer, something had awoken in him, just as it had awoken in the Force. He could feel it, at the periphery of his being, just out of reach, something more.

Closing his eyes he reached out. He searched the void between him, and the star destroyer most right of the rest of its formation. He felt many things, tension, excitement, fear, anger, loathing. He felt fighter pilots, high on adrenalin as they jerked and jinked about trying to gain the advantage. He felt the determination of gunners as they trained the lasers, and batteries on targets. And then he felt what he was looking for.

Vincent was a pilot, he knew the psychological differences one felt when piloting a fighter, or piloting a cruiser. In a fighter it was fast paced, it was exiting, moment to moment. In a larger ship, things were more calm, you were more focused, every single detail was important as you swung thousands of tons around in space, each maneuvering burst important, precise.

He felt that on the other end now. A cold and collected mine running calculations and statistics. How much forces does lateral thruster array Peth-7 need in order to adjust for the magnetic variance of the Fury’s hull pulling itself towards the Behemoth. Star Destroyers were massive things, they gave off lots of interference, magnetics, radiation from the engines and reactor, all required precise manipulation otherwise…

Hard to port. Vincent forced the command, and he could feel the person on the other end take pause, had he misheard? The bridge was alive with chatter after all, maybe a fighter commander had called out something.

Hard to port. There it was again, who said that? He could feel their eyes look around, the confusion, the concern, they were unfocused now, unaware.

You will adjust heading, 90 degrees, hard to port. Ram the Behemoth. For the glory of the Empire. Vincent willed it, even added the inflections, and he demanded it, knowing that if he succeeded, thousands of people were about to suffer. And for the moment, from where he stood, in the chaos of battle, he could certainly live with that.

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IC: Rhoen Aquilla
Yavin

Rhoen felt a weak smile grow on his face as Lysa's confidence returned. While she apologized for not being the most stable of wingmates, he shook his head.

"It's ok Lysa, we…we were unprepared for this." They were pilots yes but, detonating temples, dark waves of energy and fanatical soldiers were not something they had trained for. They were both cast into a deep ocean and told to swim. Given all that has occurred, they were allowed time to tread water, to get their bearings.

"We're low on fuel, and definitely not in a ship shape." He looked out his canopy seeing sparks and flashes of loose cables arcing across each other where his S-foil should be. They most defiantly weren't in the best shape. "We need to go, or it will be another insane dogfight, at this rate."

The young man hung his head letting out a sigh, the shuttle had disappeared once again, and they were very low on fuel. Sweat dripped from his hair and ran down his forehead. His muscles ached and his joints pained him from being in the flight seat for so long in such a stressful situation. He needed a rest, they needed a rest. "You're right, you're absolutely right." He gave a look over his shoulder. His heart pained him, he was abandoning Yavin, the birthplace of the New Republic, the thing his mother gave her life for, the thing he swore to protect. He looked over to Lysa's Eta-5 still without shields, still in so much peril. They had done what they could, done far more than what could have been expected. With a heavy heart he pulled his nose skyward up into the clouds.

Breaking though the atmosphere his heart nearly stopped. Four Star Destroyers greeted him, and swarms of TIEs like an approaching storm front came rushing towards him.

He set his shields to the front, swallowing hard as he did. "Lysa," he said worry cracking his voice, "Get behind me." He could feel his X-Wing buck against his commands 'Ace' screeched that it was doing everything it could to give him more control. Rhoen looked at his scopes, he and Lysa could make it to the Salvation but, did it have any room left, could it take two more? His mind was racing so fast he didn't notice the other ship launching fighters to counter the TIEs streaming towards him. He readied his proton torpedoes there was still a gap, still a chance to escape. He had enough fuel for a micro-jump, just to the edge of the system, he and Lysa could get out of the fray. But, to what end, who would follow, who could pick them up if they blindly jumped? It would be a cold, lonely death for both of them.

Then out of seemingly nowhere a ship appeared an Etti cruiser appeared. "This is Argen Devalie, of the CSV Rosa," A voice called out over an open channel, "transmitting Alliance code Five-Gamma-Seven-Leth-Nine. It’s an old code I know, but I kinda retired from being a freedom fighter a couple of decades ago." 'Ace' tweeted that the code checked out, some of the stress left Rhoen's chest, "We have been shadowing this Imperial fleet for several days, and gathering information. We are broad casting that information to you now." As it played on the screen Captain Aquilla was only thinking about how fast he could get to that ship. He and Lysa were in no shape to fight, they had done that long enough. The only energy they had left was to run.

"At the same time, this ship is equipped with military grade electronic warfare suits, we can argue the legality of it later. We are working to jam communications, and sensors of the imperial vessels. We recommend taking advantage of it as communications intercepted from the Imperial forces over several days lead me to believe that they are not the only force en route. Also be advised that this ship is capable of taking on several small craft and dozens of passengers, we see that you have vessels returning from orbit, they are welcomed to dock." That was all he needed to hear. In a flash he turned his craft, it protested but, he forced it around. His heart pained him, he was running, running like a scared child. He hated himself for this, he felt like he was abandoning his post. What more could he do, would his throwing his life away accomplish anything?

He didn't have time to fight with himself, he needed to make a decision now. "All friendly forces," he called out over the open comms, "This is Captain Rhoen Aquilla of the New Republic Star Fighter Corps. I do not believe we can hold this ground." His voice cracked as he spoke, after his fiery speech, about his their wings bearing the light of hope, about defending the sacred ground of Yavin, to give this order, it felt like a betrayal. "We need to pull back, to regroup. Our light will do no good if it's snuffed out here." He fought back his emotions for just a little longer. "CSV Rosa, this is Corona Lead, I will be landing onboard your ship, I'd ask permission but, I don't have that kind of time." With a flick of his wrist he swapped over to the private channel with Lysa. "Lysa, we need to run, move as fast as you can, get to the Rosa, I'll be right behind you."

With that he threw his throttle fully forward eking out as much speed as he could from the engines. Their whine filled his cockpit, and 'Ace's tweeting added to the noise but, he was focused on one thing, getting out of there. It was close, the TIE's nearly got to him and Lysa but, they made it, they got to the safety of a ship they didn't even know. He set his ship down as gently as he could, though it still landed with a heavy thud, rattling what remained of it.

He popped his canopy and removed his helmet, tossing it into his flight seat as he descended. His hair was slick with sweat, and his legs nearly jelly from the fading adrenaline but, with the last of his energy he rushed over to Lysa's fighter heart pounding again. As she exited, he only said one thing.

"Are you ok?"

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IC: Kodo Prine

"Kodo, I am cutting you loose. Whatever your destiny, it does not follow the Jedi path at the moment. It might do soon, and you may very well have proven yourself, but it's too dangerous for people to be around you until you have figured this out."

And then Kodo was on his own again. The sting was significant after what he had just done to Snoke in the shadow world.

"You are beyond my abilities, right here, right now. You are not as straight-laced as Jaden, nor as shaded as Rosh, let alone as earnest as Valin. You have a true destiny. Not one which touches you briefly, as it did with me, and Jaden and Rosh, but a life of it. I can see that now. I would recommend that Masters Skywalker personally train you, if I could."

"Clearly so," Kodo noted curtly, at Kyle's admission. He eyed the Master's extended hand, and took it hesitantly before releasing as quickly as he thought could still be called somewhat polite. "Snoke has decided that, for whatever reason, I'm worth attempting to break. If I have to bear that burden alone, I will find a way," he added. There was a streak of irritation beginning to show in his words, made no less prominent by the gun the pilot was still pointing at him.

Then as if out of nowhere, a handsome blonde appeared and pressed her own weapon to the pilot's neck. "Now now, there's no need for that."

Kodo blinked with annoyed confusion.

"Can I offer you a ride, Padawan Prine? I'm here for my husband and another, but I can see a stray who needs a hand when it happens," the blonde explained. "We're going to join the Snoke Hit Squad, if I have any say in it, or I can drop you off wherever."

Kodo made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan. "I don't even know you!"

Jan spoke up. "Juno, you need to know - he's dangerous."

Kodo's ire turned palpably to Jan. "You are aggressively ignorant and dangerously unhelpful. You were ready to kill me at Eshan. You both were, because you were more vulnerable to Snoke's holocron than I was. Or have you forgotten already? You spent a few hours in its general vicinity and were ready to solve problems with murder. I spent *nine years* with the damned thing talking to me and I willingly threw it away," Kodo failed to realize he was ranting. It wasn't anger, per se, and he wasn't drawing on the dark side of the force, but he was most definitely indignant, and beyond the point of mincing words. "Don't pretend for a moment that you can escape danger by getting rid of me. This is bigger than any of us."

He felt purified -- and somewhat vindicated to focus on the faults of someone other than himself, if even for a moment.

Juno cut in. "My husband danced with Darth Vader and came back. His friend tangled with Dooku. If Kyle can't do this, then I'm pretty sure he can." The pilot finally dropped his aim as she pressed her blaster more stiffly into his neck. "Thank you. Thoughts, Kodo?"

"I could share thoughts for days, right now," he glared momentarily at Jan and Kyle again, before turning to pick up his lightsaber from the floor. "I'll go with you, Juno - I would ask to speak first to Vincent Mikaru, but I doubt he understands any of what happened to him in the shadow world any better than I do."

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IC: Vincent Mikaru
The Meld

It had to be done. These were the words that steeled Vincent's nerves and solidified his resolve. The empire, the first order, they had done horrible things, killed and maimed countless billions of people. The people on the other side were not innocent, even if they were following orders, they knew what those orders entailed. Would Vincent sleep easy tonight? No. But that had already been a given. Vincent had people under his protection. Jedi, even if they didn't want to be here. Republic, even if some schemed with their own ideals. The heroes of Yavin, the freedom fighters of the past, his own kind. This had to be done, because it was them, or the Empire, and Vincent would not stand by and let the Empire win, not this day.

Aden provided the lever, Vincent provided the push. He was broken, yes, psychologically and to a degree mentally, his encounter with Snoke and subsequent commandeering by his ancestor Imperius had done a number on him, and he was reaching. He was now aware of a well of power deep within himself, but he did not know how far that well went, how deep he could pull that power from, or if he wanted to know. But here, now, in this moment, when the lives of so many and the potential fate of the galaxy stood on edge Vincent didn't care if this was a violation of some ancient Jedi code, if this was going to far if it was tainting him. Vincent Mikaru was, in the end, a business man, a practical man. You do what you have to do, to make sure that your people get paid, that they go home at night, that they're safe. In this moment, there truly was no Lightside, nor Darkside. There was only survival.

So Vincent gave one final push, one final drive to commit the man he was manipulating into sealing the deal, and may Saara the Divine Mother of Eshan have mercy upon them all.

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IC- Izzy Stark a.k.a. The Ripper
Coruscant

Izzy looked up from cleaning her daggers as not only CS arrived, but the NRI as well. Her dark blonde eyebrow rose slightly. She's been getting noticed to have both prestegous organizations investigating her work. Well, her opening act, anyway.

The main act was about to begin.

She bent her head back to her cleaning, unhurried and unconcerned. She kept an eye on the law enforcement as they surveyed her act and put their little pawns on nearby rooftops. They would never find her if she didn't want to be found.

Izzy, again, slowly lifted her deep, stormy grey eyes up as a small group of both CS officers and NRI came on scene. She felt a small thrill in the pit of her stomach and a corresponding smile on her face as her eyes jumped from one being to the next.

She ignored the two cops, glancing at them briefly to store the memory of their faces just in case they became too much of a nuisance. That happening seemed pretty doubtful at the moment.

Her gaze was, also, caught by another who seemed to be with the two young cops. Him, she would have to watch out for. Her instincts were screaming 'threat' at the mere sight of him.

Izzy watched him as he seemed to be a bit too focused on not looking to where the snipers were hiding. She fought to roll her eyes at the useless gesture.

She only removed her gaze when the two NRI officers moved. Her small smile grew to a full blown grin. Her target was in sight with his female compatriot. She let out a small sad sigh, when she remembered she had been specifically instructed not to kill anyone else but her target. She really enjoyed her job.

The assassin wiped the last remnants of blood off her second blade, then sheathed it, all the while taking care to never take her eyes off her target.

When she was sure of the opportune moment, Izzy left her post. She only moved in the snipers' blind spots. When none were available, she sent a vague feeling of paranoia to make the cops look away. Easy work. It was laughable how weak they were.

Izzy stopped when she was completely blocked from the snipers behind a building. She waited until the cops' attentions were on the bodies and nudged the Besalisk's mind gently, turning it in her direction. I have orders from our masters. Come with me.

At the same time, an unstable abandoned building collapsed in the opposite direction from her position. If Izzy had done her work right, which she made sure of and had set up before the Falcone's murders, the sound of the collapsing building, and the recorded sounds of children screaming, should direct everyone's attentions to it. This would allow Lory to come to her without being seen.

There's not much time. This mission is for only your skills. Hurry. She added urgency that would be impossible to ignore.

She truly enjoyed her work.

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IC: Myna'vera
Dandoran

The young Twi’lek’s head was still pounding when she finally decided to get out of bed. The harsh voice at the other end of this, force headache, didn’t seem like it was going to stop any time soon, despite the presence of the quartet of Ysalamiri at her home. When she finally opened her eyes and sat up to face the world, Kate was there with a tray, on it, breakfast, and some Symoxin, which it likely hoped would help.

Ignoring the pills, Myna reached for the food, and Kate started tweeting and blurting about how a new message had come in just a few hours ago about a tomb that was recently re-opened on Chandrila, and that she was being courted to explore it, and offered a fair sum in order to do so at an expedient rate. As her droid ran over the cost-benefit comparisons to the plan it had concocted over-night, Myna was unfortunately dreading such an excursion at the moment, what with the, nature, of her headache. Kate rambled on and on about this and that, how they hadn’t done a proper archaeological job in over a year, how it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, yadda yadda blah blah blah…

Eventually Myna lost her patience with the droid and yelled at it to shut up. The money was too good to pass up, and there was no guarantee that going to this tomb would affect her even more-so than she already was being. With a sigh Myna reached over the side of the bed and picked up a datapad off the floor and accepted the offer. Well, at least the pay was indeed decent. “Prep the ship Kate, go get fuel from the spaceport, and by the time you get back, I’ll be ready to go.”

Seemingly happy with the decision, despite being told to shut up, the R2 trundled off to do as it was told. As it disappeared, Myna took note that the mess she had left getting to bed last night, had been tended to. She immediately felt a bit more regret for yelling just a moment ago.

By the time her droid got back with the ship, she was dressed, gear was readied and waiting to be loaded, and the pair of Ysalamiri, which almost seemed like a moot point given the pounding in her head, were ready to go as well. If it weren’t for the fact that she had to assume that whatever was causing her grief at the moment, wasn’t the only thing that could do so, then she might’ve just left them behind. If the pain wouldn’t have just caused her to outright collapse anyway.

The droids focused on loading the supplies while Myna went up to the cockpit of the E9 and re-readied them for lift off. Definitely would be cutting it close, trying to get to Chandrila in a day, but it could be done...

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K'Kruhk

The answer flickered through K'Kruhk's mind, but it wasn't anything he'd seen happen. In fact it was...impossible. He saw a shuttle. He saw Vader and Luke Skywalker...fighting side by side. He saw Royal Guards cut down. He saw them march upon the palace, and enter, like Vader did alone so many years before. Yes.

000

"We go to Coruscant."

K'Kruhk felt the holocron glow in contentment. He felt Tholme's skepticism in the Force, and Caleb Dume's deep frown. The captain nodded. K'Kruhk closed his eyes as he listened to the whispering open/shut of the door. He let himself sleep.

When he woke, hours later, he saw the holocron's gatekeeper standing, blue and shimmering, above the tiny pyramid. K'Kruhk knitted his brow.

"What are you? How are you? What is this?"

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IC: Belila Gambros (Bre), 'Han Solo' (Duke Praxon) & Snoke
Aboard the Millennium Falcon, Yavin


For his part, 'Han' simply ignored the string of angry retorts that filtered in over the comm as he sent the Falcon careening through the net of ships escaping the moon below. They would get over it, especially once they realized the reason for his bizarre behavior. While he had already tried to send out a distress signal to warn them, he wasn't sure if he had been successful, particularly when Snoke decided to detonate the commset while it was still in his hands. And right now, well...he was kinda too busy to try again.

Unfortunately, his little maneuver was proving to be more costly than he anticipated. Acting on a whim, he hadn't exactly thought through the process enough to realize that angling the ship down would bring Snoke – and everyone else – tumbling up towards the
front of the ship. He could hear them, now, staggering in the corridor outside the cockpit as they struggled to regain control. His muscles tensed as he realized his mistake.

And then there was Wyn, shouting orders into his ear as she played the part of the backseat driver. He didn't have time for this...
"I know!" he hollered in response to her demands. There was no point even trying to hide the irritation in his voice. Even as he tried to concentrate on the task at hand, he could hear the others scrambling in the corridor, their struggle more distant than it was previously, but still close enough to make him uncomfortable. It was also accompanied by another sound, one in which he could not yet identify...and it was racing closer and closer...

Something told him he didn't want to know what that was...Grounding his teeth together, 'Han' tightened his crash webbing and reached over to do the same for Wyn. "To hell with this! Hang on!"

He dialed down the inertial compensator to the point where it was dangerously low and pulled the control yoke back so that it was touching his stomach, and the Falcon began to climb. But he didn't just stop there, he pushed the old freighter as hard as she
could go, accelerating to the point where he was well beyond the safety perimeters. He could feel the pressure building against his chest and pulling at the sides of his face, the sensation exacerbated by the steep angle of their climb. If he wasn't careful, he would black out...or worse.

But right now, he could only think of the consequences it would have for someone like Snoke, who was already weakened by injuries. If that didn't outright affect him, hopefully it would be enough to finally tip the scales and deposit him into the vacuum...

Snoke hadn't expected the acceleration of the Falcon. Then again, nobody ever did. He was one moment rooted as an object within all reality and the next hurtling back the way he came, his lighting burst cracking along the corridors, digging into conduits, rippling across consoles, shattering light fixtures.He could feel that he was about to hurtle right out of the Falcon. He didn't have time
to grab at Han, though he would have if he could, but he could grab at Bre with his mind.

BB-8 had coiled Genkal and itself to the deck, and Leia was pinned under Bre's speeder - even using it to keep herself and Genkal in-place with the Force.But, with all the bouncing and shattering parts of the corridor, Snoke didn't know if he'd still have Bre in his mental grip when he burst out of the ship.

But he would try.

He did say he would have her, after all.

Bre knew she was in trouble.

One moment, she was struggling, being driven by pure determination and effort as she was doing her best to drag Snope away from the cockpit and the others. And then suddenly, something changed. Every cell in her being screamed that things were turning horribly wrong, as Snoke had suddenly come to a stop. An overwhelming wave of darkness and hate stuck her. Bre had never felt anything like it before in her life, and the effect was staggering. Wave after wave of dark hate. She had managed to push him over the line, and now, he was no longer controling his feelings. The urge to kill swam over her, causing her to waver.

And then all fark broke loose!

Bre smelt and heard the sounds once more of force lighting being discharged. She turned, bringing up her lightsaber, but she didnt think she could counter it as effectively as she had before. She was tired, her head hurt, and her body felt like someone had tied weights to her body.

And then, Fate and the Universe decided to hand her another surprise.

Without any warning the Falcon suddenly accelerated, and shot straight up. HAN!!

NOW he went in the direction she wanted. But now, it was worse, because she was now behind Snoke, and her eyes went wide, as she saw him hurtling back towards the ramp once more, his lightning burst crackling along the corridors, shattering light fixtures. As the deck tilted towards the open ramp way, Bre quickly flicked off her saber, and jumped to the side, trying to grab one of the pylons that was closest to her. She wrapped her arms around it, and was basically tring to get a good hand hold..Snoke went flying by, and Bre ducked to avoid the now wild lighting bolts that were flying throughout the ship. A sudden wave within the Force brought her head up, along with a powerful yanking sensation. She was so tired, that she wasnt prepared for the sudden pull, and Bre lost her grip as the ship bounced and rolled about.

She yelped from the unexpected yank as she now also went sliding along, heading for the exit as well.She shot past Fred, who was anchored down as well, beeping wildly as he saw Bre go flying by. Bre was trying to free herself from the mental yank, but it was so
powerful. Bre could hear Fred's wild bleeps, and she was aware that he was doing something, but she was giving her all to breaking free of the mental grasp. She continued to slide, even as Fred was now moving down as well. As Bre got close to the ramp, Bre grabbed hold of the ramp on the side, as she looked wildly about to see where Snoke had gone. Fred was rolling fast, trailing the cable, just in case it was needed. She tried wrapping as much of her body as she could, while the wind wildly buffeted around her body.

Was he finally gone? she wondered.

Snoke felt her tether herself, felt her little droid readying itself to rescue her, felt her panic.

He didn't care.

He really didn't.

He grabbed for her leg as he fell by her.

Grabbed.

And missed.

He was gone, he was out, and the Falcon was wildly gyrating. His grip of the ramp slipped, and it rolled up, finally able to. Leia finally dislodged the speeder bike and rushed over to help Bre up, straining to do so as the ramp closed.

For a long moment, the only sound was of the sparking corridors, blackened with flame and damaged, and Leia felt herself shift again. 'Han, dial back up the compensators, he's gone.'

Bre squeezed her eyes tightly, holding on as best as she could, as the wild wildly tore at her. She felt cold, but she didnt care, as she squeezed tightly, trying her best to simply hold on.She could hear Fred beeping something about Snoke, but she refused to open her eyes. She could FEEL motion around her, but stayed still, simply holding on. She was spent, and it took all of her concentration to simply hold on.The Force touched her, and so did the darkness, as Snoke moved past her. Then he drew very close, and Bre tightened her grip around the pylon she was clutching.

And then..

... it was gone.

Bre dared to open one eye. The Falcon was wildly gyrating she vaguely noted, the ramp finally rolled itself up. Bre very slowly rolled out of the way, as Leia ran over to her, straining to help Bre as the ramp closed. Bre did not stand. She simply rolled on her side. She tried to shift back to the form she was more recognized as. It didnt work. She groaned. For a long moment, the only sound was of the sparking corridors, blackened with flame and damaged. Bre heard Leia's voice call out 'Han, dial back up the compensators, he's gone.' She sounded farther away for some reason. Funny. She wondered why.

Bre tried again, to shift back to her 'normal' form. It was like her brain was fuzzy, and she coudlnt quite concentrate on the task at hand. She had drawn from years of reserves she never knew she had. She had done something, she never would have seen
herself doing, but she had. She had gone from hidden orphan, jumping from place to place, to suddenly being shove front and center. She had face SEVERAL Dark Lords, and had seen even stranger events in such a short order of time, she had had no time to
wrap her mind around it all.

Third time was the charm, and Bre shifted back. But it was much slower than normal. And it hurt! She swore she could feel every hair disappear from the wookie form. She grimaced, still keeping her eyes closed. Did they think she was a monster? She had
always tried her very best to keep her shapshifting abilities well hidden. But this time, not only had she needed to do so in front of her companions, but in front of Soke as well! Bre shook once more. She wanted to scream and cry, but she did not have any energy left in her to do so.

So she withdrew. She felt Fred once more come near her, and she gently raised a finger to try and reassure him. But even that felt like such an effort. She was utterly drained. And she didnt want to face what everyone might think of her right now. And she was in pain. It was simple.

She stopped fighting.

And she let the voices melt away, as she slipped unconscious.

...


'Han' exhaled deeply as the sound of Leia's voice wafted up from the hold with the news. He didn't need to be told twice.Between the sparking control panels and the alarms blaring for attention around the cockpit – all of which could have been related to the stress of his little maneuver –

he wasn't sure how much more the old freighter could take. Even in their current state, he knew they would likely be facing a period of lengthy repairs. He didn't want to overdo it and make matters worse...

Then again, seeing how it had successfully contributed to Snoke's 'timely' departure, maybe it was all worth it.
Or maybe not...

"Ah, kark it..." he muttered under his breath as the simple gesture of dialing up the compensator triggered a new set of problems. The electrical glitch that had fried some of the subsidiary systems and was affecting the lighting apparently ran much deeper than he initially thought. The lights on the dash dimmed dangerously low before the panel directly to his right began to smoke, and it shorted out in a shower of sparks. The Falcon instantly responded by lurching violently as the control yoke suddenly became sluggish in his grip.

"I think we're in trouble."

Fortunately, it seemed as if someone was looking out for them. The comm, which was full of intermittent static, came to life with a broadcast from an inbound cruiser. "...is Argen--valie, of the....Rosa," an unfamiliar voice announced over the channel.

'Han' furrowed his brow as he concentrated on trying to piece together the scrambled message. "...been shadowing this Imperial fleet for several days--broad casting that information to--jam communications, and sensors of the imperial vessels. We--be advised that this ship is capable of taking on several small craft and dozens of passengers--welcomed to dock."

'Han' straightened at that last bit as he turned to exchange a look with Wyn. Under normal circumstances, he would've jumped out of here on his own freewill, but with recent developments, he wasn't sure if the hyperdrive was quite up to the challenge. With an electrical malfunction, it was better to be safe than sorry. He knew what he needed to do...

"I hope they have plenty of room onboard that thing," he mentioned as he angled the Falcon towards the signal for the cruiser. "We're gonna be coming in hot."


Wyn took a breath to steady herself. She had been on the periphery of everything that had happened and Wyn was as shaken as she could be. But it still wasn't over. She helped Praxon steer, but the TIEs wouldn't be far off. Slave I was using long range
missiles to pick at the formation, to disrupt it, but seventy two TIEs would not be stopped in total.

She prodded the display, to her right. 'We don't fit. There is a hatch on the top, but as soon as we break out of atmosphere...' And they did with a shudder. 'We should have more control.' Which they did, helpfully.'Can you sort it so we land on top, Praxon?' Wyn said, rushing to jig power from the cannons to the manoeuvring thrusters. She glanced at the tractor beam. 'This could help?' It could also crash them quicker but it was a thing.Leia, unbeknownst to them, had dove aft to help keep a hairline crack in the hyperdrive from spreading. Bre's work had been good, but an energy surge from Force lightning into the ship was, again, a thing. BB-8 had gone elsewhere to directly monitor coolant levels; a leak had been sprung in one of the pipes that ran under the central corridor.

The Falcon needed as much love as the rest of them did, right now.

While he was grateful for the return of some semblance of control, it was a small consolation compared to the net of fighters and other craft descending upon Yavin. To make matters worse, Wyn had delivered the news he had been expecting, but didn't dare
to admit to himself – they wouldn't fit on the cruiser.

This prompted a series of curses as he visibly shrank back into his chair. Despite the odds, he was tempted to try and get into the hangar anyway, even if it meant making room, but fortunately for everyone onboard, Wyn presented another option. This seemed
to sober him a bit, even if he was going to grouse about her using his real name, especially after he had been so insistent about staying 'in-character.' But on the whole, it was a trivial matter, particularly when faced with life or death.

He swallowed and pressed his lips together in thought. "It'll be tricky, but..." he trailed off as he studied the readouts, and then, lifted his gaze to size up the cruiser steadily approaching outside the viewport. He smiled as a hint of confidence returned to his voice. "Yeah, not a problem. If I can catch and reel in an escape pod that's plummeting through a planet's atmosphere, this will be a cinch."
Even under protest, 'Han' was able to maneuver the Falcon around and into place so that she was lined up with the top hatch of the cruiser. "Alright, take it easy...it's not gonna take much..."

A minute passed.

He needed to time this just right...

Another.

"Now!" he yelled as he gestured for Wyn to hit the switch.


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IC: Susulur Dha'tra
Yavin IV, Breaking into the black

Pulling up he joined all in leaving this world behind. His plans unchanged from those first moments as he unlinked from Goran's ship. Rerouting power from the tractor beam back to his weapons systems, watching as their charge indicators rose much as his ship did. Then the voice had come and filled his head, a darkness and voice that pulled within like a void. Being saluted, by Snoke he was certain. Of all things.

It came as a surprise as the Falcon turned sharply and narrow missed both Slave I, Goran, and himself in rapid succession. The pain of breathing was still there, but so was the comfort of just sitting after narrowly having a mid-air collision with a temporary ally. Not exerting his ship unless something else crazy and unexpected were to happen, it was not until the clouds gave way to the darkness of the open sky illuminated by it's millions of lights, gas giant, cruiser and four star destroyers with flowing shards of sparkling light of smaller ships that a finger grazed the throttle.

"Osik." he simply stated with a grunt as pseudo motion imbued another light upon the scene. Hearing Mandalor's grunt on the comms he cycled through his long range scanners and began setting up the multiple targets with his missiles. Waiting until Mandalor's were away before alternating his targets and unleashing five missiles to thin out the enemies and sow more confusion as he routed his blaster and ion cannons power to the engines. If he could get free of gravity before the clash of what his sensors were labeling as TIE variants he could reload later.

His systems took a beat longer than some present he was sure, but when it came to finally hearing the message he gladly turned to the 90 degree angle of his prier heading to the new port in this storm. "Coming in Rosa. Bat, in rack, and, have, medic, prepare." he simply commed ahead.

It wasn't long until he was nearing on approach, launching one lone torpedo to target the patch of Yavin where Snoke had gone down. Letting him speed the last part of the journey until he could fly in inverted to the other ships and slowly activated his mag clamps at the closest to the rear above and between the other ships were he would not block hopefully any others from fitting inside the cramped hanger.

Securing a tow line to his ships hull at the top of his chair before popping the canopy. Releasing his webbing he slowly turned down the ships own inertial dampners and small gravity pad to slowly let himself fall until he was jerked the last hand spans to the end of his line. Sending a coded signal via remote the ship powered down the overtaxed inertial dampener and gravity field.

Grunting he took a moment as he hung there, taking in the hanger and everything in it. Interesting. Activating the cable he slowly lowered himself gingerly to the hanger floor in a cradled position until he was far enough down. Once down he simply stood there, slowly turning about he held the slack of the cable out to the side. "Medic?" He simply called out on the used comm frequency and out into the hanger as he stood there, half ready to lean back let the cable take his weight again from how all of these motions still pained him even with deadened nerve clusters.

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GM approved 'meanwhile' post

Relgim Sector, Outer Rim
Ord Trasi system

Probe droids had been a mainstay of the military complex of the Galaxy for thousands of years. While the Arkyd produced Viper Probe Droid had been made infamous by the Galactic Empire in recent decades the overall design had existed in use for thousands of years. They just got bigger, angrier, and more efficient at their presumed jobs.

One of those jobs, was watching without being seen, and they were very good at that. Launched with a pod that had nothing but a single use hyperdrive thruster their exit into realspace produced nearly no discernible radiation burst, the material they were composed of had them blend in with the darkness of space, and it absorbed latent radiation allowing it to seemingly blend in with the universe around it.

And right now, one was watching the happenings of the Ord Trasi system.

Trasi had been a major point in the Outer Rim for a long time, but had been devastated in the last war. In the years since it’s been rebuilt, but at the same time has remained under Imperial Remnant control. This was fine, as the Remnant had been seen as non hostile and even an ally of sorts, till a few weeks ago. Now, any ship of the Remnant was public enemy No. 2.

Brigadier General Nial Strumla stood in the bridge of the Advanced Dreadnought-class Assault Cruiser Harrier II and watched the sensor scans of the probe as they came in. “Seems like we’ve found ourselves some glowfish in a barrel.” The servos of his cybernetic arm whirled as he brought the lit cigarra up to his mouth and took a puff. Smoking on duty was a direct violation of Republic Military Code, Nial did it anyway. With modern air scrubbers it didn’t make much difference.

“Looks like two Republic-class cruisers and an old ImpStarDuce.” Captain Nereda, his XO spoke up from the sensor station, only taking a moment to glance up at the hologram being projected in the center of the bridge. “So two light weights and a ship that was state of the art thirty years ago, and even then it had issues.”

“That’s not saying much.” That was lieutenant Djin, another violation of code, but the Harrier II had a tendency to ignore code, and do what worked, and sometimes that meant wisecracking. “I mean we are currently flying in a glorified tin can based on a design from over a century ago. Not exactly a spring hawkbat if you know what I mean.”

“Difference there lad,” Nial spoke up again. “We’re based on the old Dreadnought design, but we’re bigger, angrier, and a good twenty-five years more advanced than that bugger out there.” He motioned his cigarra at the ISD on the holoscreen. “Alright, so we all know how this is gonna go down. Navigation, plot us a hyperspace intercept course towards our big arrow shaped friend there. All hands to battlestations, and brace for impact.

Nial placed his organic hand on a hand rail, getting a good grip as he watched the reinforced blast shutters close down across the bridges view ports and a smile hit his face. Imperial bastards might have hit the Republic hard, but they were about to learn that it was only a flesh wound. “Go for lightspeed.”

--- --- ---

The Republic-class cruisers Valiance and Swiftsure along with the Imperial Class Hephaestus sat in a pretty standard geosynchronous orbit over shipyard that remained under construction. Below on the planets surface ground facilities pumped out materials, prefabs, and equipment needed for the work above. The Ord Trasi Imperial Fleet yard was set to be a shining jewel of the First Order military machine, and it was about to have it’s day ruined.

Sensors started to go ballistic as they started picking up the tell-tale energies of an impending hyperspace window. Problem was, it was far too close. The cruisers had time to move, smaller more agile craft they had the maneuverability, but the Hephaestus was a sitting nerf.

Realspace flashed, and 800 meters of armored hull dropped in from hyperspace, engines going at a full burn, down at a 45 degree angle straight towards the Star Destroyer. A suicide move for most any other ship, but for the Harrier II it was modus operandi. Based on the Dreadnought-class it was a good two hundred meters longer, armor plating five times the thickness, secondary and tertiary shield generators. The ship was a flying fortress, designed to deliver troops to enemy ships and planetary surfaces, and it had some interesting ways of doing so.

Laser blasts flashed across the Harrier’s forward shields, all but ignoring the desperate assault as two of her main Heavy Turbolaser cannons slid out of their recessed ports along her ‘chin’ and began a steady bombardment forward, pounding away at the Star Destroyer’s shields until finally, both fields met.

The two ships strained against each other, the Star Destroyer had more mass, but with more modern systems the Harrier trumped her in shield and engine power. Her turbolasers continued to fire away at point blank range until finally the destroyer’s shields fluctuate, and durasteel gave way to an 800 meter long battering ram.

The Harrier had buried itself a good hundred meters into the dorsal plate of the Hephaestus by the time the Valiance and Swiftsure had come back around. Their weapons opened fire on the Harrier as the cruiser returned the favor, a broadside layout of turbolasers and ion cannons, demonstrating the difference in power of a ship built for the sole purpose of war, and two built for keeping an enforced peace.

The Harrier’s engines fired in full reverse, a unique aspect of the ship's design allowed it to emit full thrust backwards, as it activated tractor beams to push the Star Destroyer away. Bits of hull, scattered armor plating, and the ejected bodies of troopers and imperials flushed out into space as the air seal the cruiser's shields had formed suddenly decompressed the center of the ship. The Destroyer shuttered, and started to list, as the turbolasers now fired at the exposed inner workings of her. It didn’t take long till something delicate was hit, and a cascading explosion began working its way through the ship's power network.

The Hephaestus engines flared thrice, and died, and suddenly the ship was at the mercy of Ord Trasi’s gravity well. The ship began to sink towards the planet, towards the massive industrial complex below, and between point A and point B, one unfinished shipyard, that was in no position to stop an out of control Star Destroyer. To add insult to injury however, a flurry of concussion missiles flew out from the Cruiser’s forward launchers, the explosions severed the destroyer in two, and a burst from her tractor beams sent the forward section careening towards another section of the Shipyard.

-- -- --

Back on the bridge of the Harrier, Nial watched as the destroyer began its descent, and then turned his attention to the two other cruisers. The ‘Maglev Train Maneuver’ had put a strain on their shields, their primaries were now down to twenty, and secondaries were already at eighty. Not once in the history of his commanding this ship had the vessel fallen to using its tertiary shield generators, and he was not having it today.

“Transfer power from the main batteries to the Ion Cannons, I want those ships disabled.”

“Sir?” Nereda asked raising an eyebrow.

“Look,” He averted his gaze to the Faleen officer, “I’m all for gallivanting around the Galaxy, putting a hurt on the First Order and these Imperial bastards. But I’m gonna do it with more firepower.” He hadn’t really needed to explain, his orders were already being followed by the CIC staff, and he could see as blue ionized bolts shot out towards the smaller cruisers, pounding away at their shields.

“I get that sir, but we don’t exactly have the means to crew those ships.”

“Not yet Las, but once we take em, and space the bastards onboard as a good show of what’s coming to these buggers when the New Republic is done showing them exactly how bad they kriffed up. We’re gonna head towards SpecFor Cold Station Six. Betcha the FO Skragnuggets don’t know about those lovely bunch of rays of sunshine. Becha we’ll also find a few good volunteers who aren’t too happy they’ve been stuck out of the fight for weeks.”

The captain gave something of a half nod have shrug in agreement, not really finding any need to argue with what seemed like a sound assumption. “Alright sir, looks like one target’s already disabled, and listing, other should follow suit soon. I’ll go get boarding teams readying in the launch bay. Anything else?”

“Yeah... be sure to have the teams take some holos of the aftermath. We’re gonna drive home exactly how big a band of ‘rebel scum’ we still are to these farkled Imperials. We’re gonna make em bleed, and before we do that, we’re gonna make em piss themselves.” The General put his cigarra back in his mouth and took another puff as he watched the the shattered remains of the Star Destroyer enter the upper atmosphere.

“That’s right... burn you bastards.”

 

IC: Sava Boutros (combo post with Darth_wanderguard)
Battle of Finalizer, Battle of Ord Mantell

"You have five minutes."

Those were the last words General Hux spoke before cutting the line, leaving Hidax and Sava Boutros alone save for the four stormtroopers which made up the rest of the squad.

Hidax towered over the private in stature and experience alike, and it happened that he wasn't particularly keen on the idea of submitting to a far younger commander. Takodana had already humbled him to a place far beneath taking issue with whose orders he was expected to take, but the sting was present and lingering nonetheless.

He would be damned if he'd let her know that.

"Are you comfortable with dying, Private?" he asked dryly, his helmet resting under one arm. "Because if so, this should be much less of a disappointment to you."

He sighed, and ran his gloved fingers across his closely shorn scalp. "Time is short. What are your orders?"

He had ideas, if she didn't. But he would let the young Boutros take the lead regardless, and support her command however possible.

Upon hearing General Hux tell them they had five minutes to get Phasma's team safe, Sava formulated a plan. She absentmindedly heard Hidax asked her if she was comfortable dying and she shrugged in response. She heard his voice again and this time he asked for orders. Sava knew he was angry that she was his superior for now and she was still at odds with the feeling of power. She crisply replied to Hidax and told him her plan.

"We're already skimming the surface so all we need to do is land near the tower. Preferably in cover. Then, two members of our team will sneak into the tower and disable all communication to the soldiers. I want no one in that tower alive. Meanwhile, you and I will take the other two stormtroopers and cover the base of the tower. After our team who entered the tower has finished their task, they will place the detonators in the tower and we will leave. Our goal at the base of the tower is to get Phasma's team as far away from it as possible so they won't be killed in the explosion. I think the best move would to be to extract Phasma's team but I know Hux won't allow that. That being besides the point, those are my orders. Let's move." With that, Sava curtly nodded at Hidax and strapped on two extra blaster pistols as well as vibro-blade. She already had a dagger under her right sleeve. It never hurt to be prepared with Mandos.

Hidax noted that Boutros appeared to have leadership poise beyond her years as he replaced his helmet, and tightened a wrist strap. He checked his weapons - a short blaster rifle lay holstered against his left hip, a tonfa and riot shield were slung across his back, and beneath his left shin plate was a slender blaster pistol.

"Might I suggest one of us enter the tower? The rest of our squad is..." He looked over his shoulder. The four men whose help they were to enlist in bringing down this turret were paying little attention. "Well, I think it's clear without my saying."

Sava glanced in the direction of the rest of the team and noted what Hidax was hinting at. Sighing, she mentally scolded herself for not analyzing the team before blurting out her plan.

Nodding she answered Hidax, "I see your point. I'll go to the tower. I think I can trust you to help cover down below. However, I will take a trooper for back up so there will be only three of you down below. Do you think you can manage?"

Listening for his answer she checked in with the pilot to make sure they were ready to land. Seeing a perfect place with great tree coverage that was about a mile from the, tower, Sava told the pilot to land there.

Turning back to Hidax, she said, "Remember to be stealthy. Besides the ship landing, they can't know where we are until I enter the tower and you start holding off forces below."

Hidax grinned inside of his helmet. "I can manage. The worst that could happen is I get us all killed - which will probably happen either way."

He only realized afterward that the flatness of his voice wouldn't betray that he was only having a bit of fun. And then he realized he was half-serious anyway.

Drawing the blaster rifle from his hip, he checked it once more and felt the ship land. The ramp opened, and he looked to Sava to lead the way.

Sava Boutros knew Hidax had a negative attitude and his off-hand comment certainly assured her of that. Raising her eyebrow at him she nodded to acknowledge that she knew he could manage holding down the tower base. The ramp opened and Hidax gestured for her to lead them. Signaling to the rest of the team, Sava turned and exited the transport. She was prepared for the chaos that met her. Yelling, blaster fire, and explosives could be heard. Sava waved for Hidax to follow her and put a finger to her lips to remind them to stay quiet and almost invisible. They slipped through the trees and over rocks for a mile until they reached the tower. Just as she had hoped, Sava found a metal ladder that was connected to the back side of the tower. She nodded at Hidax to let him know she was going up and that he could begin to fire at the enemy. Sava climbed the ladder nimbly and soon reached the metal balcony that encircled the top of the tower. She continued around the balcony quietly until she found a door. She gave it a tug and then noticed the keypad next to the handle. The stormtrooper who was assigned to her was on guard behind her.

"Kriff!" she muttered to herself.

This would take some time they didn't have unless she wanted to abandon her element of surprise. So she abandoned it and took out her blaster and shot the keypad. She heard yells inside and wrenched the door opened. She started shooting. She saw some Mandos as well as other species who must've been working with the enemy. Her Stormtrooper went down as several bolts whizzed passed by her and she rolled onto the floor drawing her vibro-blade while going down. Springing back up, she started to whirl and cut down the others. Soon, all that was left was a Mando in extremely heavy armor. He was pointing a flame thrower at her which she promptly shot out of his hand and continued with three more shots at his armpit. Down he went and she hurried to the control board.

Outside, at the base of the tower, two shots rang out near simultaneously. The troopers flanking Hidax fell dead, and he scrambled to find cover. Another shot rang out, and another. Both were intended for him, but only one found a mark. He dropped his blaster rifle, now a smoking, useless chunk of metal, and drew the pistol from his calf while scanning the trees from cover behind a stump. Two Mandalorian snipers were perched in the canopy above. Another shot came at him, striking the stump at the top corner and sending embers across his visor.

He silently cursed the First Order's stubborn insistence on putting troopers in white plasteel armor on a greenish world. He might as well have been a white game bird against a black background.

After ducking behind the stump as another shot landed near its edge, Hidax popped up quickly, blaster pistol in hand, and fired twice - aiming center mass for each sniper.

Sava heard shots coming from the base of the tower and knew Hidax had gotten down to business. Meanwhile she was in the tower surrounded by the bodies of those she had just killed.

Leaning into the mic, Boutros spoke into it making her voice low and gravely, "Soldiers, stand down and retreat. I repeat, stand down and retreat. This battle is for another day."

She waited a few moments for a reply from the Mandos and was rewarded with several replies of "Roger that" and "Copied". Then, she jammed the communication so no more messages would get through. Sava checked the tower through for any more beings but found none. She grabbed a high powered blaster that was lying on the floor and hurried out to aid Hidax. Running down the ladder, she saw two dead Stormtroopers. Furrowing her brow, she found Hidax behind a stump and joined him. They watched as the snipers made a few more shots but then they and their fellow soldiers began to retreat. Sighing with relief that that part was done, Sava looked at Hidax and said, "Now we need to find Phasma," with a grim tone to her voice.

Hidax nodded. "We'll have to move carefully - snipers are all over the place. I blasted two while you were in the tower but they obviously weren't alone, and they'll try to pick off officers as they withdraw."

He patted her twice, stiffly, on the back of the shoulder. "The joys of being in charge," he chuckled. Carefully, he stalked over to one of the troopers who had been killed, and collected the dead man's blaster rifle. Still crouching, he quickly checked it for damage and then looked back to Boutros. "Let's find Phasma."

Sava lead the way and Hidax and her slowly started to pick through the trees. She saw the bodies of stormtroopers everywhere and clenched her jaw at the stupidity of the First Order for not training them better. Sava knew there were only a few that were like Hidax and could survive the Mandos. About a few miles away from the tower, she caught sight of a flash of silver. She motioned for Hidax to get behind a tree. Boutros poked her head out from behind another tree and saw Phasma surveying the area. Nodding to Hidax, Sava moved out from behind the tree and ended up with Phasma's blaster pointed straight at her head.

Putting her hands behind her head, Sava said, "I'm Sava Boutros, private of the First Order and this is, um, Hidax," unsure of what to call him, she just nodded her head towards him. "We've been ordered here to come help you by General Hux," she explained further.

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