Log:Breaching The Dockyards
Breaching The Dockyards
OOC Date: March 31, 2021
Location: Ringali Nebula
Participants: Tarq Najjic, Tamsin Cas, Chesille Sabrond, Trip and Shivan
Last time in the Ringali Nebula the First Order and their allies were attacking one of the Nadiri Dockyards and had managed to have the first wave fall back to the compound that would let them into the further reaches of the station. They just had to breach the compound and get rid of the republic associates and soldiers that were now regrouping as they spoke. Vix and other troopers had been waiting for the next wave to start.
This would leave openings for new arrivals from their forces and on the Republic side of things. Refreshing the ranks was never a bad thing and the good thing is there isn't any awkward standing around. Those coming in have their orders to help breach and take the compound before moving on to their next objectives within the dockyards.
SK-743 is a male trooper in red armor bearing the mark of Sergeant. He leads a small squad enthusiastically to this compound and motions for them to move forward. <"Uhh, Stack on the entrances and wait for the order. Get ready to BLAST THEM!"> His voice is conveyed over the voice emitter that comes standard with his helmet. In his hand, a F-11D blaster rifle secured by both a sling (which is cast over his torso) and by both hands, which orient the weapon's barrel toward the ground but at a semi-alert. The Sergeant stands by for the Order to have the troopers breach!
The helmeted and robed figure that made their way down from the ramp of the troop transport looked both like and unlike perhaps the other dark robed figured that the Reliquary's forces were accustomed to. What was the same was the air of focus, and the stride that carried their towards the front of the gathering party. What was different was the colour of the saber in their hand. A pure, white blade, that was, if one looked closely, not truly a blade of the same sort of the red. "Lady Shivan, we have arrived." As if that were not evident from the Knight of Ren's arrival where typically no Knight would be.
Tarq Najjic is fully bedecked in the raiment of the Knights of Ren, armor in black and gray and purple that somehow never looks entirely put together, only merely functional. Instead of a face, he has a helmet with a black visor, a one-way viewport. He is walking alongside Tamsin. Once she has spoken, the helmet turns slightly to survey the stormtroopers, then the target compound. With a snap-hiss, a red blade emerges from the ornate lightsaber in his gloved hand. The words out of the helmet's vocoder are a resounding bass with the occasional rasp of soft static coming in: <"Standing by for assault.">
Vix is looking tall and majestic in her crimson armor and is running reports alongside her other Sith Troopers that are near the front lines. When the other dark robed figures start showing up there is a nod to one of the other officers as a sign to move off and get ready before she's ducking down to get into position.
Shivan's yellow gaze is the only thing that's seen of the woman before she gives a nod of her head to the two Knights, "Welcome." she tells them. "We'll be starting again shortly. Find some cover and we'll hope everyone goes home in one piece." the woman states in her normal low tone as she gives a dip of her head.
Apparently starting again comes sooner than they think though as someone inside the compound's trigger gets itchy and blue bolts start flying towards the FO and allied forces.
Spoons from smoke grenades are released and the high pitched fuse countdowns trigger for each as fire team leaders pose and hurl the devices inside.
Tamsin, who, was not a bold and stupid man, well, woman, took a knee behind one of the pieces of equipment the FO and Sith troops were using, keen eyes trying to take in the layout of what the enemy were using for defenses, not glancing back towards her fellow Knight. He would do what he would do. Instead, she tightned the grip on her stunsaber, her free hand making a flicking gesture towards the enemy, beneath the fall of her sleeves and a few of the containers they were attemptng to use for cover flew back, heading towards some of the more heavily armored fighters.
The Knight in full armor is walking into battle after the stormtroopers. While they go for cover, as reasonable people should, covering their advance with a fusillade of blaster fire, he ignores cover, leaving himself visible to any of the enemy who can see out past the smoke and blaster fire. He drops to one knee next to SK-473, sharing the cover. <"Sergeant."> Then he throws his ignited lightsaber at one of the quicker-shooting rifles where he can hear the barks of commands being issued. It scythes through the cover and then comes flying back to his hand, but moments later blaster fire resumes from a place just a few meters down, and the same voice is still faintly audible. He stands back up and resumes walking forward at a measured stride.
The Republic soldiers set off on their attack, engaging the First Order with an overzealous energy. They think shooting first will help. But when more lightsabers ignite and join the fight that is a bit worrisome. A few blind shots are taken along with some well aimed shots that land. But the first order and sith troopers answer the call with shots of their own. Vix gives tactic orders from cover while letting others shoot.
Shivan hops up on one of the shipping containers near one of the ships and focuses on one of the republic troopers that was shooting from a window, her hand snakes out, the force gripping the man and she tightens her fist, leather cracking in her gloves as she does before she jerks it back and send the person sprawling to the ground below. Time to look alive people!
Moving in unison, the Sergeant's squad pushes forward, looking alive and seeking the next bit of cover. The trade off is heated, some are wounded, but they give as good as they get. <"Stay with the Sarge!"> One Corporal yells to their fireteam, and they do. SK-743 takes a knee behind a container and peeks about to get a look at enemy placement. <"SUPPRESSING FIRE, OPEN IT UP! GO, GO!"> The Sergeant makes a knife-hand and extends his arm in the direction he wants the squad to fire. They acknowledge by sending a wall of blaster fire in that direction. The Sergeant felt invigorated by such command, and a moment of swelling pride had the youthful male smiling beneath the sanctity of his helmet.
When one Knight moved ahead the other followed, even if the one behind did allow the one leading to get a bit further ahead. They did not quite deviate from their joined course, though the one behind (Tamsin) seemed to be focusing her attention on some of the greener troops who seemed to be cowering before the display or arcane weaponry. That was alright. Again, that flick of her wrist, as she tossed back one of the troopers who was trying to fire at the oncoming FO forces.
Withering cover fire from the First Order troops means Tarq isn't even drawing fire, to his bemusement. Their mistake! Soldiers know better than to face a lightsaber at close range if it can at all be helped, but one of the sergeants, already injured, retreats too slowly, losing an arm and most of a shoulder for his trouble.
The Knight is still advancing, but now lunges forward, stabbing straight another of the better-armored, better-armed soldiers straight through the throat. A broad swing following it hits no one but ensures no one is nearby.
Chesille Sabrond says, "You'll have to accept my apology, Commander." Chellise Sabrond is busy 'observing' from the rear of the group. Accompained by a youthful First Order commander, her voice barely cuts through the nearby blaster fire. "I failed to give your troopers enough credit." Even the most socially stunted would recognize her snide tone. "My expectations may have been lower than the floor, but, nonetheless, they've surpassed them." The arrogant dialogue tears into the other officer. Whether anyone caught their bickering before, the two counterparts were going at it before the engagement began.
A bright green bolt impacts the nearby bulkhead. It narrowly misses the pair, flying directly between their conversation. They both flinch instinctively at the sudden jolt of danger.
The Sith draws her blaster pistol, showing the weapon to the young man before her. "How about a friendly competition?" The challenge is presented without truly acknowledging the gruesome gravity around them. To her, it's almost like the fighting ahead is nothing more than tea time. Confidence or haughtiness? That's for others to decide. Without waiting for a response, the unarmoured Captain and her guards wade into the conflict ahead."
Shivan jumps off into the thick of things with her saber cutting through one of the privates. She's quiet as she goes along things, but two are dead by the time she stops to take a breath. Vix moves along after her, taking out one of the wounded sergeants.
The republic troops are faltering at the moment, losing at a faster pace than they had planned for as blasters and lightsabers are cutting down their troops at an alarming rate. This causes them to move to be more aggressive, moving out of cover and losing that bit of footing that they may have desperately needed.
SK-743 rises with the grace of someone trained from youth to be a soldier, and mantles the next set of cover. <"FOLLOW ME!"> He screams over the barrage of blaster fire, pausing just long enough to make a gesture with their arm/hand to signal the squad's advance once more. The Sergeant refused to allow a moment where the Knight of Ren might be overwhelmed with enemies or even feel alone.
To further validate his presence with the Knight, the Sergeant guns down another injured Republic NCO, putting bolt after bolt after bolt into their mid-section until they lay motionless upon the ground. The heavy thunk of bootsteps serve as the percussion of his squad moving ahead to take a new positions. One Corporal slaps the back of a trooper upside their head to scream a sight adjustment, <"No you idiot, /that/ way!"> Meanwhile, the other two fireteams find cover and direct their fire accordingly allowing for the Platoon to take more ground and advance forward.
SK-943 screams a reminder to the fireteam leaders to ensure they are not complacent. <"TEMPO, TEMPO! KEEP PUSHING THE ASSAULT! NO MERCY!"> When the Republic NCO began to move again, SK-943 places a booted foot on their shoulder and levels the muzzle of their blaster in front of their face. A single blast illuminates the front of his crimson armor, its external color concealing the gore of the blast just before the Sergeant moves on, continuing to lead his squad.
Tamsin, having moved up close enough to engage the republic forces, did not, as tarq had, engage those who looked the most competent. She had neither the skill nor the weapon for it, and so, it was the lesser soldiers she focused on, the ones trying to both fire and get away, and she darted forward, white blade lashing out at one of the troops who was stumbling as if she had already taken some injury. She would take them a piece at a time if she had to.
Tarq is single-minded in his pursuit of the higher-ranking, better-equipped soldiers. He walks right past soldiers with rifles to slash at their squad leader, who is canny: the first slice goes wide, but the diagonal backswing bisects the man from left hip to right shoulder. A desultory swing at the next visible elite trooper fails to connect. Leaving the grunts to the others may come back to bite him, but it hasn't yet.
The universe works in mysterious ways. Sabrond's hubris may just be her undoing. The woman strolls right up to the front line with excessive levels of confidence. Blaster bolts streak by, debris in the air makes it difficult to breathe, and danger is staring right in her face. As arrogant as ever, the cultist raises her weapon on a nearby Republic soldier, ready to fire and prove her skill to the nearby First Order commander.
- Click* - The weapon is empty.
She has to summon all of her strength to suppress her surprised reaction. How could she forget to load the blaster? Has it been so long that she's held it that she had forgotten what it felt like when loaded? The answer is yes.
"Shoot them." The Captain orders loudly, making certain that her guards can hear over the clatter. Her body rocks backwards, using them as organic shields for her needed retreat.
SK-743 buttstrokes a Republic NCO that seeks to flank one of the fireteams focused on engaging the other Republic troops. Their line of sight was on the Stormtrooper they intended to kill, but the Sergeant struck their weapon down, and twisted using the momentum of his body weight to plant the buttstock of his rifle against the side of the Republic soldier's face. The hit was so hard that it yielded an unconscious soldier that fell limp to the ground in a clatter of armor.
The trooper he saved looked back, then up at her Sergeant and muttered, <"Thanks, Sarge."> A brief glance is shared between the two and the Sergeant points ahead. <"Eyes on the mission, private. We are not out of this yet.">
Sergeant SK-743 smirked. <"MOVE FORWARD, FIRE TEAMS!">
Shivan's blade is cutting through privates and sergeants alike as they move closer to the main doors of the compound. People are relaying orders on the other side, but there's not much they are going to be able to do. Their forces are being pushed back and for the moment there are only a few defenders left. The others are either dead, reloading or wishing they were dead. Vix and her troops move towards the door, awaiting others before starting to set up breaching charges so that everyone can get inside at the same time. The Sith Captain doesn't want to make anyone feel left out and neither would the woman that she helps wrangle.
Tamsin advanced, seeming oblivious to the blaster bolts which were firing all around her, both on her side and the enemy. That was alright, she would manage as she advanced on one of the remaining private, her stunsaber giving him a good whack on the side of his helmet, sending him careening towards Tarq. Teamwork, guys.
The private veers towards him and Tarq flicks up his blade at neck level so that as the soldier stumbles, he loses his head. Then he sweeps down and to the other side to cut out the legs from beneath the last remaining soldier of this section. <"Are we clear?"> The helmet turns slowly to survey the compound. <"We are clear."> He gives Tamsin what might be an upnod, it's hard to say with the helmet, but he definitely does say to SK-743, <"Good work, Sergeant."> There's no way to read into his tone, with that vocoder altering the voice so thoroughly, but the words are there.
Sabrond's weapon is holstered as quickly as it was drawn. At least the chaos seems to have done a great job at hiding her lapse of preparation. She retreats with a slow and intentional grace. Everyone else has done the work for her. Her guards follow in retreat as all of the others move forward through the compound.
"Weapon malfunction." She mutters whilst passing by the First Order officer from before. The excuse is given with venom as she passes, moving through the station and back towards her ship.
The compound is theirs! First Order and Sith alike join the breaching team though and the doors fall back into the darkened doorway to a large cloud of dust to wait out. Their objective was complete, now they just had to work on the rest of the yards and getting all the rest of the Republic cleared out and completely controlling the Nadiri Dockyards for themselves.
