Log:Battle for Carida: For the Republic

A Daring Raid of Valor Station

OOC Date: July 10, 2020
Location: Valor Station, Carida System
Participants: Ambrosia Greystorm, Ben Solo, Rey, Finn, Sajin, Narsai Ordo, Hadrix Kora, Merek, Tharyn Corlas, Ban Iskender, Marzanna, Yuun, Aryn Cole, Kes Dameron NPC

The harrowing journey had already started and for those in the compartment of the shuttles, they hadn't even seen action yet. The dark space, with brief flashes of light, was accompanied only by the frantic sounds of robotic like voices over the comms. The Republic's finest pilots were clearing the way for the shuttles, but the ride was still bumpy and jarring.

When at last, everyone was put back by the sudden thrust of the U-Wings, the comms went silent with a sudden burst of static, then everything shook violently as the two shuttles skipped across the landing deck of a massive hangar bay. Sparks cascaded within the interior of the shuttle everyone (except for a few) were in. Then, the comms crackled to life, and the lights within the shuttle flickered on. The deep voice of a seasoned soldier filled the expanse as the side hatch's lock was popped, ready to be pulled.

<<"Republic soldiers, friends and allies. This is Colonel Kes Dameron of the Pathfinders. We've landed in another bay and have been met with heavy resistance. Our mission.. is to reach the central command level of this station and take control of this station's weapons. We're further away from you all so you'll have a better shot at it than we will. Just means there's more than enough troops to kill. Hahaha. Secure your hangar, and we'll have our Jedi relay the rest of coordinates to you. Pathfinders out.">>

EVERYONE finds themselves in the confines of a U Wing shuttle hold. The door is prepped to open and outside awaits a small platoon of screaming troopers ready to engage. So begins the infantry campaign for Carida. FOR THE REPUBLIC!

Last time Narsai had fought alongside Republic forces at this scale? It had been in the skies over Exegol, but today the Mandalorian woman was going to be part on the infantry push. Many of the soldiers she knew, some by face, some by name and a few by more, but for now the Ordo's face was obscured by the T-Visor as she checked over her weapons once more.

For now, the W-35 at her thigh was taken to her hand, but her eyes do drift in the narrow confines to the gathered Jedi. With the exception of a certain doctor, it had been a while since she'd been around -them- too.

Merc work, New Republic work. Line were already crossed when he began raiding indoctrination camps. Politics didn't figure. There were credits to be earned and a corruption of ideals to be expunged.

<"Par'te Mando'ade te'haat'kyr kyr'am. Te'Mando'ade nayc'chaab kyr'am, Par'ibac takisit oya'la."> Speaking inside his helmet, Hadrix's eyes were unfocused; both the organic and bionic, while he prepared himself. Where battle was almost a religion to the man before, it had become undoubtedly so within the Beskar'gam.

<"Te'Mando'ade kar'taylir val nu'liser shukalar buruk, a'par buruk'ika val'liser mav'ashie teh chaab"> flame rifle in hands, looming next to Narsai, the Massive Mandalorian recites to himself as he waits the signal for the drop hatches to open and the charge to begin. But for now he contented himself to his mantras and a brief bump of his side against the Alor'Ordo.

General Greystorm's eyes bug just a little bit widely behind the cool glow of her A.R. visor as their transport skips roughly over the deck, but not a peep escapes her overly clenched jaw. Might be on her way to cracking an implant there...

<<We copy you, Colonel. Good to hear an old voice back from the abyss.>> Ambrosia shrugs out of her harness with a ghost of a smile upon her lips and takes a long look around to the other troops in company as they prepare to meet hell. <<Be seeing you soon.>> A firm little nod gets offered to all present, then she taps her helmet to remind any greenies present to wake up their augmented reality.

<<We've taken stations before. Consider them a warmup for what's out there. Use your heads. Communicate. Stay sharp.>> Surviving, of course, is optional in her book. Pep talk over, the old rebel stalks her way to the the door and takes a knee, drawing the ugly old pistol in hand.

Merek of course was now in service of the New Republic, working to fight with them for freedom of the galaxy. The man places on the helmet to a white-black suit of armor, with the F-11 which he keeps with him brought up, beltcape shifting along in the wind while he takes from the ship to the bay, while he nods a bit. The Sergeant checks the weapon, then he's

Tharyn is used to all sorts of military nonsense by now - assisting in the liberation of a planet isn't necessarily something he's new to, but never alongside the Republic. The slender man wears void-sealed armor in green and terra cotta, jetpack built into its cuirass and a blaster carbine in his hand; the harness he wears over this drips with power packs and grenades. While others are saying finaly benedictions, Tharyn's helmet display gives him final points of interest on the station thanks to a long-distance link to the distant Teatan library. His armor literally makes him smarter, and he takes some comfort in that.

<< Acknowledged, >> the mercenary offers to Ambrosia in his genteel country accent. << Ready for your mark. >>

Ban Iskender is dressed in heavy battle armor, with a green half cape secured over the left shoulder. Breaths are slow and even as the soldier draws his sword and acknowledges the objectives with a short nod. "Understood."

It was not uncommon to find The King of Drik working with the New Republic. He sat quietly in the U-Wing, tossed around when others were, feeling every little jump and jolt. The words from Dameron likely went in one ear and out the other, retaining the most important of information. Kill stormtroopers, get the the central area. He took a breath, bringing down the helmet of his Bombman armor. Not sporting his usual Formfitter Armor in this encounter, his set up had changed a bit. Bringing out a more rustic looking pistol, that of the Series III, but heavily modified. The barrel was huge, almost the size od a DL-44, maybe even slightly bigger. The barrel was longer too and the sights were of the highest line. He popped out the charging cycenter and checked the level. Satisfied, he spun the cyclinder before twisting the weapon to the side so that it fell back into place with a loud click. He spun the weapon around his finger a couple times before he let it settle back into the holster on his thigh. With him per usual was his black and yellow Cape and the large towering Ebon Ryyk blade that struck terror whenever his Majesty were to weild it (Debatable).

The MILLENNIUM FALCON roars through the hangar's open maw! The disc-shaped YT-1300 freighter comes to a lurching halt in the middle of the station's air, before it starts to swing around so that its back-end is facing deepr into the station and its forward mandibles are directed back out toward space.

With the landing legs extending down, the light freighter drops down onto the hard deck, with the gangplank lowering moments later.

From inside the ship, Rey runs down the ramp, the tabards of her Jedi clothing swaying around her form as she rushes out into the hangar of the Valor Station. Rey's eyes scan around to find the others, then she looks back up into the ship, at her side she's holding her silver blaster pistol by it's black grip.

Chewbacca joins her at the foot of the ramp. "Chewie, we need you to cover the ship and the hangar itself. We need to make sure that our escape route isn't cut off." To which the big Wookiee raaaaawrs and nods, hoisting his bowcaster up into the air.

On the Falcon, Finn turns a lightsaber hilt over in his hands. It's junky. It looks like it was pulled together from all manner of spare parts and borderline-rusty trash that he found scattered in a landfill. There's exposed wiring, and the plating squeaks a little when he squeezes it. But all the same, he regards it with a faint smile and looks up as the Falcon begins to land. He rises from his seat, keeping the weapon clutched in one hand as he darts towards the gangplank to hurry out behind Chewie and Rey.

"You've got this, big guy," he tells the wookiee, patting him on the furry arm and glancing towards Rey, "Hey - stay safe, okay?"

It's a bumpy ride, and when the Falcon swoops in to land behind the U-wings, Ben exchanges a pensive glance with the two Jedi he's rode in with as they move through the corridors. "Here's hoping both sides don't try to kill me," he dead-pans, unzipping his jacket as he heads for the landing ramp and smacks the control panel roughly to activate the single blaster cannon mounted on the underside of the ship. "Chewie, stay here, we might need to leave in a hurry."

The gunbelt he wears also holds a silver cylinder that flips into his hand and ignites, spitting out a blade of orange fire around a white core. Weapon in hand, he pauses at the bottom of the ramp, glancing up at the U-wing transports spilling Republic loyalists into the hangar, then down at the edge of the ramp. His eyes skip to Rey, and he steps onto the hangar floor. "What are the odds any of these stormtroopers have a knack for high treason?"

Marzanna is on the ground already. She caught a ride with someone. Names were unimportant really in this instance. Dressed in stock looking Void Armor that has replaced what she used to wear into battles. Her lightsaber is out and already ignited, because there wasn't really time to go into things without having a weapon of some sort prepared. A deep breath is taken as the woman listens to the comms chatter and there is a look up when there are Mandalorians incoming. At least one of them familiar. There is a black and silver BB droid that is waiting along side her and bumps into her legs as he warbles, <<You're fine. You aren't going out. And don't you shock me or sulk.>> the vocoded voice states. With that, the round droid starts to find his way back towards safer spaces.

The sound of Kes' voice cuts back over with a deep chuckle. <<"Got a bottle of the finest waiting for you on the other end, General. If you can keep up.. Heh Heh.">> The Comm cuts out then.

The door to the U Wing is pulled open, and those inside are facing the way which the ships had come in. Through the blue haze of a shield array, they can see the dancing lights and passing streaks of starfighters battling it out. This position provided the team with COVER from which they could bound from. Adjacent to their location and IN VIEW, the Falcon has set down and Rey Skywalker, Paragon of the New Jedi Order can be seen and heard yelling back up at Chewie!

Beyond the Falcon, and the U Wing though, a platoon of 30 Stormtroopers file in quickly, setting up two turret systems. 3 Sharply dressed officers stand back, giving orders and organizing the defense, but allowing the stormtroopers to see to it in quick, military fashion. Everything is done efficiently.

The only way out of the hangar is now blocked by this platoon, and weapons are set up, and barricades deployed for cover. From the landed ships to the Stormtroopers, the space is roughly 20m, and a squad has already been ordered to push forward and engage those disembarking. <"MOOOOVE!"> Yells their Sergeant, and the troopers obey with stalwart discipline, acting only for the mission because it meant everything.

In total: 30 Stormtroopers, 2 Turrets, and 3 First Order sharp-dressed Officers. Let's party.

Get out of the ship, engage the enemy! It's a dance she'd danced most of her life, and today she was leaping into it once more. Decending the ramp, those deep green eyes behind the visor spot the mass of troops and officers, math quickly done on the sizes of their forces versus those that had turned up alongside them. Oh Hey, there was Chewie and Rey...and was that Kylo Ren?!

Thankfully, her helmet was pretty good for hiding emotion and suprise, to the outside world? The red-clas Mando simply decends the ramp, firing a pair of bolts into the crowd towarda one of the smartly dressed officers before she holsters the weapon in a smooth motion. One press later and the beskar-forged concealed hilt leaps to her palm, igniting the bright violet blade in a burst of energy. Apparently the Mandos brought their own plasma sword to the party, and Narsai was expecting quite a bit of return fire!

Ramps drop, people surge forward. Hadrix knows the formation, the position styling - the intention of the hold-fast tactic. But he's used to being on the other side of it. The desire to speak, to give tactical options to the others drying up in his throat as if vaporized by the liquified fire erupting from the nozzle of his weapon. Because... is that Kylo? A thought mirrored, unintentionally, by the Kora Al'Verde. Something ticks in his head and something else snarls there.

The stumpy cigarra, short enough to fit in his helmet, is chewed and smoke pours from his nostrils to be whisked away by his helmet filters. Heat is shimmering all around him now, illuminating his armor in multihued light. A contrasted T on his face behind the visor. No success on either front and the rage begins to kindle sparks struck by the sight of an old face.

"Damn well better..." Ambrosia mutters lowly under breath about the promised goods. The hatch opens and she spills out with everyone else, not wanting to look at that starry expanse beyond. Her son's out there somewhere, best not to dwell on it! She ducks and skirts around the edge of the U-Wing, arm coming up to take aim while her pupils dance between targets pinging up in her feed. If she sees the infamous Ren in company of Rey and Finn over yonder, she doesn't appear surprised.

<<Heavy firepower, concentrate on those turrets or we're gonna be mowed down before the party gets fun!>> As her sidearm snaps off a few shots in rapid succession at one of the stromies trotting their way.

Merek lifts up with the F-11 of his, taking a moment to fire on the officers, crimson bolts striking the durasteel while they begin to dodge back. The man checks the weapon, of course noticing that Ben Solo is assisting. That's well, he does remember the man from in person, then he speaks to his comlink, <"He on our side, General?"> He thinks that he knows, the man was there back in the fight in that system. "Take the Officer's support, without command we can come in and flank!" he then calls back to people.

Stepping out of the shuttle, Tharyn proceeds to open fire without much in the way of theatrics or battle cries. His carbine speaks for him, but not well - the pair of blasts he looses smack the deck behind the gunnery crew he's aimed for. These are crack troops, he has to remind himself; plinking at them like simple mercenary skirmishers isn't going to do it. He scans for a safe spot, already preparing to stow the gun in favor of something else.

Ban Iskender moves out of the shuttle swiftly, sword raised in a brief salute before settling into a vertical guard before him. He promptly fixes an eye on the menacing turrets, and resolves to deal with them. That focused resolution is held to stubbornly, as he is unable to come to blows with the heavy weapon, which is well screened by its supporting troopers, and Ban is unable to do any more than defend himself from counterfire.

Sajin's large form thuds off the U-Wing, not as violently or menacing as he might have otherwise been with his Powerarmor on. He was still a sight to behold as he broke into a sprint, letting his legs fall out beneath him as he slid across the deckplatting to the cover of a crate. His right hand reached out, the Series III flying from the olster and into his gun hand. Spinning it yet again, he rose from his cover and leveled the large barrel towards one of the E-webs that had just been errected, blasing crimson bolts towards it in quick succession. One hits, sparking violently and sending the trooper falling back, perhaps not dead but unable no man the turret.

Rey offerse a quick and small smile toward Finn, along with a decisive single nod before she looks to Ben. "Between Finn, Jannah and all of her people she defected with? It seems plausible." She states to Solo.

When the fighting begins, Rey starts forward, her blaster held in her right hand is transfered to her left, then her right hand comes up ... reaching out she focuses on the one remaining turret that the Stormtroopers had planted down, she's seen those before ...

With a focus o nthe Force, Rey envelopes the E-Web turret with a pulling rush that draws the heavy weapon across the hangar floor, between the ships parked upon it. It skitters across the deck until it sweeps past her and stops right in front of Chewbacca.

"There." Rey says to the Wookiee with a small smile. "That should help you." She then reaches to unclip her lightsaber hilt and clutch it in her right hand!

Finn darts ahead as the blaster bolts start flying, eyes set on the group of stormtroopers and the officers leading them. Though he turns his attention to the dangerous turrets first, they're dismantled in short order and so he looks instead to the officers. They're the ones. The ones who /wanted/ to be a part of the First Order and helped make it what it was by kidnapping people. His brow furrows, his eyes narrow, and his mouth becomes a grim line. He draws the lightsaber upwards through the air in a somewhat clumsy arc, drawing it across the officer's chest and sending him toppling backwards with an agonized cry.

Suddenly, his face takes on a look of shock. He pauses, lightsaber still humming noisily in his hand. He turns to the stormtroopers now, weapon held defensively but at his side.

"Surrender!" he calls to the stormtroopers, trying to shout over the din of the battle, "You don't have a chance! You're going to get torn apart! I know not all of you want to be here!"

"Seems like we don't really have the time to find out," Ben murmurs in response to Rey as blaster fire spatters the hangar all around the U-wing and the Falcon, the Stormtrooper platoon posing a clear and present danger to the New Republic's strike force. He eyes the formation, watches Rey pull a turret away. For a moment, he considers deactivating his lightsaber, his thumb running over the activator, but then the gun is just positioned instead of Chewie instead and he nods, feeling his resolve harden along with his jaw.

The run forward is quick, long legs carrying him easily into the front ranks of the white-armored troops, and the fiery blade lashes out, swiping a line across the deck in front of a trooper who sashays back out of the way before lopping the faceless fellow's unfortunate head from their unlucky shoulders. He takes a deep breath, fighting back what he's feeling. There isn't time for that.

Marzanna's not really scared of going into a fight. But she knows that there may not be walking out of it that happens. She charges the Stormtroopers, lightsaber flashing as she hits her first intended target, but, the two follow up swings go wide and there is a growl that makes her try to reorient herself. Hopefully she'd get it done in time.

The space between the ship and the troopers has turned into a heated display of utter chaos. Everything is sparking, with blaster bolts going in all of the directions. It's loud. incredibly loud, and orders are being shouted everywhere as Stormtroopers try to hold their ground, and Republic forces try to take it. A number have fallen from the First Order, but they go down swinging all the same, firing back accurate shots intended for the Republic. "DEATH TO THE REPUBLIC," one yells before being cut down!

SPLAK a brief crimson eruption that leaves carbon scoring in a line along the curve of his breastplate. The flames from the plasma caster cease as he heat bloom blows his cape out behind him. Blaster fire all around and someone calling for an elimination of officers, as if that would put the troopers in disarray. When did Troopers need officers for anything other than relaying from on high, or sandbags for the front line?

They know well enough to go for the old general, the obvious Republic commander. They're the ones who always needed officers. The Jetii have it handled, though. Unsurprising. But an effective strategy.

PWANG another bolt slams into his shoulder pauldron, re-adjusting focus. Turning the visor of his helmet like a crosshair on the one who fired last. Before he looks back into the crowd of pale plastoid. <"Saijin, you ok?"> He saw the bolts going for the King of Drik, and he'd begun to lose count of how often they'd fought together. Concerned even as he dropped suddenly to something like a sprinter's crouch, his externals clicking to internal comms, sending to republic forces, <<"DANGER CLOSE">> before the pointed head, that one might think a simple decoration piece for his jetpack turns, beeps rapidly and launches with a spiraling contrail into the thick of the troopers. Ex-Brothers and Sisters. Ex-Family. The operator numbers to be collected for the remembrance.

FWABWOOM! Armor, and parts not vaporized, of the once living flying begin raining down, and Hadrix rolls for cover after the launch, knowing the likelihood of having become a target. FINESSE

<<"Excessive...">> A posh accented female voice tones in, drenched in Coruscant aristocracy. <<"Shut-up, Gripper...">>

<<Affirmative, Sgt>> Greystorm answers Merek gruffly, seeing the trooper she'd struck with a piping hot bolt fail to keel over dead. A quiet oath curses her gun, her sights, her gone-away youth...general old people complaints mingled with the venom of a bitter old soldier who's tired of riding this broken record 'round and 'round. <<He-->>

A hail of return fire interrupts her; it's honestly for the best. She staggers back a half step then bounds forward three, dances aside two, trying to remain a moving target while sending her own sentiments pew-pewing across the gap. These bucketheads have been working on their aim and it might just be her imagination, but feels like /someone/ in their ranks might've pegged her ID. This is why Leia never let her have any fun in the combat fields...and frowned when she did anyway.

A quiet grunt colors her sneer somewhere in the midst of the heated exchange but it takes her a good twenty seconds or so in the DUCK position, splatters and charred armored bits raining down around, to realize that the smell of ozone hitting her nose is awfully close. Crackling duraweave fibers tug and the blistering skin beneath and a low growl begins to form in her throat.

Narsai's charging form twists, a flick of her violet blade intercepting a bolt headed for the similarly short woman with a violet saber of her own. There's a nod, then the Mandalorian woman leaps forwards into the fray, aiming for the officers once more.

Her first blow cuts in, slaying the man where he stood before she twisted towards the next, but that man? He's clearly more prepared, avoiding her swing at her second target.

Merek looks between the stormtroopers, while he takes a shot that singes that armor which he wears, checking his arm with a little nod, while he takes aim to one of the troopers. The Sergeant fires on them, while they're taken to the ground, moving to where the General's at while he takes a position in cover, looking to her with a chuckle, "I think we might be actually getting a little old, General. Alright, I'm going to flank them while the Jedi front line, they have the sabers, we can probably come back around in on the troopers from the sides a bit as well."

<< GRENADE OUT! >> This is amplified from Tharyn's helmet, a peal of combat's bloodstained bell; where his marksmanship might be prepared for, his pitching arm will not. And so he pops up, barely saved by a flurry of sabermancy, and chucks a grenade from his harness into the mass of First Order troops. A bang and a flash of light, and a red mist follows.

Ban Iskender steps abruptly to one side as the turret he had fixated upon is ripped out of position by Rey. The Iskender wards off a pair of blaster bolts sent his way, but the young soldier remains an instant too slow, his mind a bit too scattered, and his efforts to deflect a trio of bolts away from the old soldier behind him fail. Green eyes narrow in an intent frown.

Sajin got bogged down by fire, ducking back beneath the crate just as a purple lightsaber struck out to deflect a few bolts well aimed for him and his helmet. <<"BLAST"> The explosion happens and the experianced Mercenary uses that as a lull in fire to rise up and put two more bolts down range, one slamming into a trooper and putting them down.

Rey charges forward with her weapons in either hand and her eyes forward on the battle before her. She slides to a halt amongst the chaos with her companions and once more raises her right hand up toward a distant figure amongst the Stormtroopers. One of their officers, barking orders.

With little warning, the Officer is suddenly pulled off of their feet and sweeps between two of the Stormtroopers--leaving behind only an officer's cap, that flutters to the floor in his wake...

The man lands solidly upon his chest a handful of meters away from Rey, wher ehe slides across the floor toward her boots. One boot raises up to rest on the man's back as she applies pressure. "I implore you, not to try getting up." The young Jedi Paragon says, following her words with the swipe of a finger across her saber's hilt, causing the golden beam to shoot out of the hilt's shroud!

"Was I ever this stubborn?" Finn wonders allowed as the stormtroopers fire back, apparently uninterested in his calls for clemency. It's as he stands there that the Force alerts him to a particular blaster bolt lancing through the air and its potential destination. He steps sideways in front of Tharyn, raising the emerald blade and catching the bolt with a downward swing that sends it hissing back towards the stormtroopers.

"What are you even fighting for?" he shouts back at the die-hard stormtroopers, blade raised defensively, "They're throwing you away!"

The Force. It's always there, surrounding and binding everything together, even connecting Ben to the cranky old lady in the back who probably won't ever forgive him for the last few years. It pulls on him, a prickling on the back of his neck, an inkling that he can't shake off, and instead of pressing the attack, he takes an inspired step left. The saber in his hands reaches out into the air and deftly bats one blaster bolt after another aside, sending them back into the crowd of Stormtroopers in the process.

It feels right, but it feels wrong, like taking the akk dog behind the shed. A frown creases his pale face, but there's no time to dwell on it. Explosions rock the hangar, and blaster fire still rains heavy on the strike team. Finn's shout filters into his brain, and he glances that way, gives the other man a short shake of his head. "No."

<<I've got Sajin.>> Marzanna seems to state to no one in particular as she whips the lightsaber around to deflect a few of the shots that were aimed at his Highnessness. That leaves her little time to see the bolts coming her way, but, Narsai is deflecting for her. It's a vicious cycle of efficiency at least. There is a wild swing at one of the stormtroopers to try and hit them faster, but, she's over extending and missing. Welp. This was going to be fun.

Having been aboard the E-Wing that brought them all there, he wanted to make sure the pilots and crews were ok before he dashed off. Having made sure they were ok and repairs were being done. Yuun hears all the commotion of battle, with the fighting being intense he quickly moves to flank the stormtroopers, his blue blade ignites as he leaps into the group, having found space to land, two of his strikes misses but he is able to slash through a stormtropper as he side steps to his right.

The station is still caught in a massive battle. This particular hangar is similar to the one the Pathfinders are battling it out in on the other side. It's unclear how the otherside is fairing at this point as comms remain silent.

The chaos of OUR HANGAR has now had explosions within it. First a missile, then a Grenade. The sounds in this confined area are so loud it becomes shrilling racket to the ears, as if it was just too much for brains to process (unless you're wearing ear protection!)

The battle favors the Republic at this point, and the Stormtroopers, without solid leadership, are beginning to falter and pull back.

One trooper near Finn screams <"TRAITOR!"> And they deploy a quicksilver baton, twirling it about before orienting its pointy end toward the former Stormtrooper!

A blaster bolt deflected once more, Narsai sweeps in front of Sajin and one of the bolts headed his way and deflects it back into the trooper. Charging forward, another slice ends the life of the armored soldier before her while Narsai continues her advance.

He knows the man by no other name, and his HUD has kept him bracketed. <"KYLO."> there's anger there. A newer one to blanket the old. He knows that Ren is now owned by another. Old memories. But also a job to do, reminded to himself as he continues to look at the Last Solo, letting his targeting systems and system sensors guide him. Maybe it's the force.

Doubtful.

Multi-hued liquid flame erupts from the nozzle, spraying out into a high velocity mist that surges forward like a living thing. The man who had called the other, the one he learned was like him in some ways, a traitor enveloped and immolated. Plastoid armor running like wax, seals breeched, a pained gasp sucking it in and silencing him in perhaps the most terrifying fashion.

<"Val payt'oyayc mar'eyir vercopaanir o'r'val ijaat'kyr'am. Val'tion'ad partaylir rejorhaa'ir">

Finn's sidelong glance towards Ben catches the subtle shake of his head, and there's a look of understanding there rather than the more frequent distrust and contempt. His expression softens for a moment, and he opens his mouth to say something before he hears the stormtrooper call out to him.

"You're wrong," Finn answers, raising the lightsaber up in a defensive posture. It's then that the explosion occurs, and the gout of flame engulfs the stormtrooper and sends him smouldering to the ground..

Finn stares down for a moment, then lifts his gaze to the armored man with the flamethrower. It's at that moment he takes a pointed step away from him and towards the rest of the group.

The second explosion and lovely red mist serves as inspiration to the wounded warrior who's on her knee, nodding at Merek's words with an expression that doesn't seem quite as lucid as it hopefully is. "GO" she shouts because yes, it's a good idea and also anyone near her at the moment is going to have additional targets painted on their skulls. Speaking of...

Lethal beams of red are bearing down on their position with her name on it, illuminating the growing cloud of vaporized soldier bits and smoke. Does time slow? It does not. But something less expected does occur and that's a sudden one-two-three of saber light in her proximity, defending her from certain death. Saving that akk dog from its due fate behind the shed. And the body responsible?

A nod. Somewhat delayed, maybe, but the acknowledgement is there, whether he's stuck around to see it or not. It's as grateful as she can be at the moment, probably ever, but coming from Ice Queen Aderanne, it's high praise. Now. Back to the killing.

Without further ado, Amber yanks a frag grenade from her lil pack on waist and bellows into comm to fellow strike force <<GRENADE>> and sends it sailing with a kiss toward their targeted exit, right for the smug sonfabitch officer. Served with a smile, it helps to snuff out the blaze that was once a trooper but now just cooked meat. Mercy was not her goal, but we can say that it was?

The last grenade goes off, punctuating the sudden and abrupt conclusion of the brief skirmish in the hangar. The rattle and resulting explosion shook the hangar, flooring, and jarred everyones hearing once more. They were dead. All of them, save the officer Rey had beckoned to her through the force. He stayed on the ground beneath her boot, hands laced behind his head. With the hangar secured, they were good to contact the Pathfinders.

Relaying back to the group, it was one of the Jedi, Aryn Cole. <<"We're still fighting in our hangar hang on..">> The noise of the battle in the background. <<"Cedar has managed to take control of the central corridor. It seems the alarms have rerouted a checkpoint that was there to us.. so you've got a straight shot.. to the control room. Get to it quick, and take control of this station! Pathfinders, out!">>

And so this unit's trek took them down a central corridor that had been set up as a checkpoint with barricades, but hastily abandoned. The corridor went further into the station, but the hatches were shut all along the side, leaving them only one route to go.

When they arrived at the central control, they were greeted by the Commander of the station, COMMANDER PAYNE, and with her were 12 red armored Legionnaires, each activating their melee weapons. Some were laser-edged staves, some split into two weapons and functioned like swords, and a few extended with a loud CLAP, and hissed about as a chain whip.

12 Legionnaires accompanied the Commander to meet our heroes. The Commander herself used a high-powered blaster pistol. With one hand tucked to her lower back, she held the rear most position, and angled her dueling weapon at one unlucky target at a time.

Merek looks like he is about to take another shot on the enemies, then it looks like Amber finishes the job with a look that way. He sighs, then he begins to check his weapon, "Medic?" he asks along the bay, while he begins to prepare for moving forward up onto the next objective in the place. Then, when coming upon the next fight, the man takes a shot clean at the Commander, which doesn't manage to do anything.

Tight corners, closer confines. While the Jedi have their plasma swords, Tharyn was similarly built for hand-to-hand combat - and though still but a road flare compared to the bonfires that the Jedi present, at the sight of the melee troops Tharyn lunges ahead to get stuck in amongst them.

No clever tricks of technology here, just a pair of heavy durasteel knuckles on mag-mounts on his thigh plates. Tharyn, whipping them off as the battle starts, engages one of the whip-wielding Legionnaires; his first swing nimbly dodged, the other sees his armored fist smashing into the warrior's armored side in an apparent attempt to air out the kidney under all that flesh and plating. Quiet, focused, his movements spare and practiced but also brutal in their form. It's like he's not even fighting a person so much as trying to dismantle them.

Ban Iskender deflects a first bolt meant for him, and a second that was meant for one behind him, averting his eyes and bracing against the shockwave of a grenade detonation that clears the landing bay. Starting his steps forward toward the airlock leading deeper into the station, the swordsman evenly repeats the objective to himself, and advances. It's a straight passage to the control center, where the young Alderaanian notes the red armored warriors blocking their path. Green eyes picking over the details of the swords and polearms. Once again, Ban brings his green sword up in a duelist's salute, and engages the nearest Red Legionnaire. His thrust is deflected, the Jedi parries a counter blow and misses with a high slash before finally scoring a mortal hit with a swift parry and riposte that drops his slain opponent to the station floor.

Sajin made a mistake. Sajin makes mistakes all the time. He may be the prettiest damn person here other than Aryn and Narsai or even Rey (Maybe Hadrix?) but her certainly was not gifted with an over abundance of smarts. That mistake had made him a target. Instead of using his Formfitter that was far less of a big bulky target, the bombman armor he choose drew blast bolts towards him like a Gamorean with the worst of luck. Thanks be to those with Light Lightsabers.

As the time came to move down the corridor and meet with the Red Guard, Sajin put his pistol away and pulled the massive Ebon Ryyk blade from his back. The edge slammed down onto the ground just before he started charding towards the red clad Imperials. He swung the blade powerfully, catching only air, but the reprisal was swift and the blades edge dug deep into that of his opponant.

<"Keep up the pressure, keep us informed, we're on our way. And stay safe!"> Rey says back to Aryn over their shared comms. She leaves the Officer on the ground behind her, and when he looks up next he'll see two big furry feet standing in front of him, with a little 'grrrrwwwwwl-mmf' muttered down to him, also urging the Officer to stay down.

Out into the station, Rey runs with the rest of her team, her saber at her side and her blaster pistol put back into her thigh holster. The saber is off when the red legionaires arrive, along with the menacing commander, and as they unfurl and activate their weapons, Rey's saber comes back up--black back to being ignited...

She sweeps toward one of the red armored warriors that centers their eye contact upon her, and as she moves she rushes them, sweeps down onto her knees and glides across the deck beside them, a swishing and chewing sound of energy rushes past her, as the red armored warrior drops to the ground beside her, cut almost completely in half.

Rey jumps back to her feet and looks to the others, sweeping her saber around and holding it up on her right side, both hands grasping the hilt fiercely!

As the red legionnaires approach, Finn once more raises his lightsaber. He darts forward with a savage thrust, attempting to impale the trooper through the middle - he has no qualms whatsoever about fighting /these/ ones. But the blade misses, hissing harmlessly through the air. It's then that the legionnaire he was swinging at turns to fight someone else, and Finn stands for a moment with his hands at his sides and a 'huh?' expression on his face.

"Hey, come on. Rude!"

Someone yells "KYLO" and Ben glances that way, the saber in his hand twitching upward to go on the defensive, but then the rando Mando starts flamethrower-ing someone else in a way that seems oddly familiar. Confrontation averted for the moment, he hurries on towards their objective.

Rounding the corner onto the station's central command, the dozen suits of red armor with one swaggery central figure sets off yet another odd sensation of deja vu for the big man in black. "Here we go again," he mutters to himself as he instinctively follows behind Rey, letting a blade whisk over his head as he moves in her wake, removing the left half of one warrior's torso before their weapon can strike her. When Rey is back on her feet, his path pivots to bring him behind her, stomping one boot down hard to anchor himself in a back-to-back position.

The fiery saber darts out again, stabbing only the air, before reversing in the direction its target dodged and smashing through the red gammaplast in a rough, smoking line, stalling out somewhere in the middle and pulling him slightly off-balance as the body collapses to the deck. "Who taught you that?" he questions Rey over his shoulder as he pulls the weapon free, eyes darting between the troopers that remain.

"Hey...I've got some armor like that in a collection if you need a spare set for all the holes." Marzanna muses at one of the Legion she takes on. Spoiler Alert: It doesn't end well. Apparently the First Order didn't have a sense of humor and the woman gets hit a good one. Knocking her back and dropping her to one knee. Her free hand comes up to grip the helm and throw it off, rising from where she was staggered. There's a breath that leaves her as she brings up the lightsaber again, "I've got a surprise for you." she smiles that red lipped smile to the red armored figures. Uh oh.

Once orders were issued to move foreward towards the command and control, Yuun moves with the group making sure he takes in those who are all here. He gives nods to everyone as they move forward. The explosion that happened moments ago did shake him, and during that, he bowed his head and murmered a small prayer as those souls are claimed by the Force.

When the Legionnaires and their Commander come into view, he sighs a little bit and he slows his movement as he takes in the fight happening with them. Blasters are being fired and the Legionnaires are dropping or dodging. Moving away from the group not wanting to have his movements limited, he sees Merek firing on the Commander who isn't able to hit. The Force flows through him and around everyone else, and he feels that he needed to move to take on the Commander. Running towards the Commander, Yuun's lightsaber hanging back behind him and it's lit, he leaps in towards the Commander and as he comes down with his blow, the Commander, dodging his strike. Spinning around towards the Commander and she brings her weapon up to block his blow. Yuun wasn't panicking, he knew this was a dance and he had to allow the Force to flow through him and dictate his movements.

He sees an opening and as his strike is blocked, he feints an elbow strike which causes the Commander to step back going for the feint. Yuun closes in with her stabbing her through her chest killing her. "I'm sorry. Go with the Force." he says quietly to her. He switches off his lightsaber not wanting to torture her, he reignites his lightsaber and turns and looks to the remaining Legionnaires and he gives a quick salute and moves into a guarded stance.

The backdrop here is a surrounding view of space. Large tranparisteel surround the control center, and the view outside is one of the fleets, with flashes of fighters all over the place. It's absolute chaos outside, and inside, beneath the artificial light (and flashes from the battle outside) red armored troopers fight with surprising prowess and efficiency, but prove no match for many of the members of the strike force.

Control panels are everywhere, and monitors displaying weapons systems and programs alike. Streaks of cannon fire can be seen heading for the Republic fleet, which now, has sustained another devastating hit from the First Order's pair of Dreadnoughts. Massive red bolts of energy cross the expanse of the voice, shattering the bulwark shields of a Mon Calamari cruiser before the second blast penetrates the hull and emerges out the otherside, consuming the massive cruiser in a devastating explosion. If ever there was a time for help, it was now.

Narsai's for rushes forwards to join the fray, swinging her saber down on the red-armored figure who was attacking Hadrix.

Purple blade collides with the man's energized weapon, every step and swing parried as the Mandalorian can't quite land a killing blow...

Drifting positions to a side of the corridor, utilizing bulkheads for cover - the flamer hung on his hip and the near five feet of heavily modified light repeater cannon is drawn out. Veira. An old friend, having traveled with him for years now - from zealot, to confused questioner, to warrior of the Mandalorian clans. Metal tinted deep shades of green now the whine of the internal crystal fragmenter spinning up, tibanna pressurizer whining. Still a better weapon for the corridors.

Then the red suits are coming. THE RED SUITS ARE COMING... glaring at the shield-wall of upgraded suits. More memories flash to the surface and his jaw clenches so hard he might crack his teeth.

<"Be'val'mandokar, be'tion?tuur te'ca?nara olaror; val'epan ba'dinuir'an."> SHPOK! At least now he's evened up when the rondel of his left shoulder is struck and the blade skittered across the rebrace over his bicep. <<"Someone get ahold of weapons control and turn this damned station's primary dorsal turbolaser battery on those kriffing dreadnaughts!">> Snarling speech growled over comms, glaciers grinding together, years of battlefield smoke having rasped it permanently raw. He does look to the Mandalorian in red who comes to his aid, a look, gratitude in his form and a nod to follow before the T-Visor of his helmet is suddenly on the assailant again.

The barrel erupts in a focused stream of energy darts that punch through reinforced shell plating, turning it to toxic vapor and straining kinetic and thermo-diffusion weave to the breaking point. Throwing the Legionnaire to the ground, breathing. Barely

<"Gehat'ike oyacyir'bat. Shi'Mando'ade olaror lo'eyn'gev.">

<<Control Room reached>> General Greystorm's voice informs Dameron Sr's team with a bit huskier quality than she began the fight with. Flesh may have seared more deeply than she initially supposed and she's feeling it now. The splash of booze on it (also pulled from that lil pack) wasn't the best medicine, but she isn't the best doctor. In her hand now is her second best friend, Vibby the vibroblade, and she's ready to engage in these close quarters. <<Engaged>>

As for Amber, she initially lingered on the outskirts, waiting for the fight to trickle her way. It was a good opportunity to draw a few more caf-tainted breaths, possibly the last she'll have the pleasure of tasting. Who'd like to whup a grandmother? Anyone? No one? Aw.

Grannystorm dives on in, opting to have a go at the Legionnarie having a go at Marzanna. The weight of her blade feels too heavy on the upswing and it wrenches the already charred muscles in her core. All the most fuel behind her roar on the downswing, one stubborn foot pressing forward, only to have her blade (and weight) deflected with finesse. The burst of light from that Cruiser's demise forms a lovely halo around her stumble into some terminal. Weap...Weapons Control. Is this Weapons Control?

Merek keeps firing, although he does not manage doing a lot.

The beating laid down on the Legionnaire is answered in kind, though less so - a laser-edged blade draws a smoking line across Tharyn's thigh. No cry of pain from him, though he is no less slowed, and the next pair of devastating punches miss the mark as he cannot twist easily enough in time to connect.

A vibro weapon catches him through the helmet, sparking and forming a smoldering line in his Armor's helmet. The cut was likely deep. THe King of Drik staggers back, holding fast and steadying himself. He focuses, bringing he blade to midguard before striking out once more. He slashes powerfully in a diagonal manner, slacing through the Guards weapon and hrough the red armor. Blodd spirts out.

As the Imperial falls to the ground from his strikes, his Majesty gives no Quarter. The Ryyk blade raises high above his head before slamming down with the loud chop and thunk, bisecting the helmet and likely pumpkining the Red Guards head. If you wanted to take a look inside the hemet for blood and brains, you'd probably find them. For the imediate showing, pooling blood under the crimson guard's head would suffice for gratuitious gore for this evening.

With Ben standing behind her, Rey's eyes are on the fight all around them, blaster bolts still going, the potentiality of a flamethrowers, or explosives, if the Mandalorians get a little crazy... it's a lot to think about, and that's not even counting the space battle raging out beyond the viewports!

"I'm full of surprises. Didn't you know by now?" Rey says back to Ben as another Legionnaire charges at her, she sweeps left, right to dodge his attacks and then sweeps her blade straight up the center of his chest before she spins around to duck beneath another attack coming her way. Then she feels Ben's arm loop under hers, and suddenly she's pulled off her feet, the momentum of his movement carrying her along, back to back as he rolls her over his body and gives her a toss off the other side, propelling her towards one of the others at speed.

"I'm beginning to catch on," Ben quips as he launches her away.

Sent flying across the the space toward the next rushing attacker, Run lunges her saber forward and plants it directly inside their chest! The red armored trooper stops dead in their tracks, looking down to the golden lightsaber sticking into their body...

Rey releases the saber and rushes past the guard, having to let it go to avoid the attack from an angry red armored comrade! She dodges two more thrusts and sweeps from the guard, then reaches out her right hand and pulls her saber the rest of the way THROUGH the second legionaire, whose dropping down to their knees. The saber is pulled entirely through the guard's body, and twirls end over end into Rey's hand!

She spins right around to swipe it across the last legionaire's chest!

With a final twirl, Rey looks around... then deactivates her saber and moves toward the station computers.

As the legionnaire turns away from Finn, it proves to be the last mistake he'll ever make. The former stormtrooper swings his lightsaber through the air, neatly slashing down the back of the legionnaire's breastplate and sending him toppling to the ground half-bifurcated. He frowns, looking around to find no more enemies. The lightsaber is extinguished and returned to his belt.

He follows Rey towards the computer, craning his neck to get a look at it and chewing his lower lip in thought.

The room narrowed for that moment, and for a moment after he'd pushed her away from him, Ben was lost in thought. Lights sputtered and shot sparks. Lightsaber trails marred the floor and ceiling. The smell of bodies and burnt flesh filled the air. He straightens up, and for a moment simply stands there looking around at all the carnage, lips pursed in a downward slanted line. The saber in his hand retreats into its hilt with a crackle.

Out of the viewport, things are exploding, very large important things filled with very many people. He can feel that through the Force, the way he's felt it dozens of times before. Others are moving towards the command console, and he follows, stepping up to it confidently. "It's the First Order. I know all their codes. Just step back, I can handle this."

Boop, bop, beep. BLARP.

"...of course, they've changed the master override code," he announces, brow furrowing slightly with consternation. The lightsaber hilt still held in his hand is hefted experimentally, an eye running over the console. Someone better intervene.

Marz looks around once things have thinned out and she looks to her hands, "Not today guys." she states. She dips to pick up her helm and then she's moving. Heading after the group that's going for the computers, she's alright with them, but, she's not the best though. That's when she actually notices that the rumors of Kylo Ren's death were EXTREMELY exagerrated. "They tend to do that when management changes." she tells the once Supreme Leader. There's no anger or anything there really. Fighting, injuries, they were draining.

Having pulled back as the fighting began getting more intense, and not wanting to be caught in someones line of fire. His blade is in a guard like position as he watches, taking in a lot of information as everyone is fighting. Seeing the Jedi and New Republic forces move and fight together. Once the fighting stops, he walks with the others keeping his guard up watching the group as they move to the control room. Once they make it, he post himself up near the door keeping guard.

The battle outside the station sees a sudden shift as communications silence breaks. <<"This is Colonel Kes. We've got control of the hangars and the main promenade. The station is ours.">>

<<"All Republic ships, focus fire on the dreadnoughts!">> The voice cuts across the comms over all the sudden incoming traffic from frightened and despairing pilot and Naval crews. It changes.

Every cannon on the heavily armed Valor station stops firing at long range and adjusts targeting parameters at close range. Priority targets were Dreadnoughts, and the station erupted with cannon fire from both sides smashing against the two vessels' shields. Incoming barrages from the cruisers fire for effect, as massive beams from laser defense grids cross the expanse in a light show you had to see to believe. First one Dreadnought peels port, hard, its shields faltering and shattering. Heavy cannon fire blisters its external hull before it begins to erupt in flames that rattle and expand across the surface. It can't get away quickly enough.

The Republic flagship fires another pair of heavy ordnance that crosses the expanse and consumes the faltering dreadnought in a sudden bright explosion. Now the remaining is peeling away.. its engines bright and every alarm onboard blaring! The First Order fleet begins to pull away from the station, alerted to its sudden change in targeting, they can't withstand fire of that magnitude, and they're pushing ahead toward the Republic in a show of attrition warfare. The fleets square off as fire tapers for the remaining dreadnought, but the station's cannon fire is relentless. In moments, the shields for that dreadnought shatter but it gets out of range and looms further from the fleet fighting, blinking with countless power failures and outages. It's out of the fight for now, leaving the fleet battle on a more level ground. Republic cruisers criss-cross with the First Order and cannons tear into each other as fighters continue their harrowing dance and assault.

The battle for Carida is not over, but a significant win for the Republic at Valor Station has put the Republic ahead. An advantage the Admiral is capitalizing on.