Log:Carida: Hit the Ground Running

Hit the Ground Running

OOC Date: August 12, 2020
Location: Carida
Participants: Ambrosia Greystorm(GM, NPC puppeteer), Merek, Aryn Cole(as Chewie), Sajin, Lorcan(NPC puppeteer)

We return now to the lovely battlefront that is Carida - an unfortunate rock whose many landscapes from pole to pole have been host to violent tug-o-wars between the First Order, the Republic, and Carida's Nationalists.

Rogue Squadron has dealt a harsh blow to the Kappa Aces TIE squadron, but it was not without cost and some of those Aces scrambl ed to live and dogfight another day. Promptly following the skirmish, General Poe Dameron forwarded encrypted intelligence to the old battleaxe, Gen Greystorm, so that the army might take a swing at Kappa Air Base while this window of opportunity is still ajar.

And swing they do.

The U-Wing transport plows its way through the atmosphere on a desperate run to ground. It's been a bumpy ride, but so far their shield arrays haven't suffered /terrible/ damage. Streaks of red and blue from the dogfight above are soon obscured from view by accumulating clouds. Hints of green are visible through the viewport in sporadic flashes - breaks in the rainforest's shroud of mist.

<<Drop 1 to Drop 2: reporting distance to target 3 kilometers and closing, over>>

<<Drop 2 copies, Drop 1, riding your tail hard>>

<<Let's save the frisky antics for that celebratory drink after our victory's broadcasted from that control tower, Drop 2>> 'Drop 1' chuckles through the coms to the ship ferrying their Repulsortank.

<<Roger that, Drop 1>> He's totally gonna hold her to it, too.

<<1 klick out, Lt>> Drop 1's pilot informs Lt. Karrin Fish over the intercom. That's the groundpounders' cue to get ready to tuck and roll.

Lt Fish is not a small figure, and when she unfolds from her jumpseat to take hold of the strap overhead, she casts one hell of a shadow. Four eyes gaze unblinkingly at the readied troops from behind a specially fitted visor. Her tusks gnash together eagerly and she emits a hearty hoot and garbled string of sounds that the built-in vocoder translates via posh, Coruscanti accent:

"This is our chance to secure an air base for our own Squadrons. It will not be an easy prize to claim. No doubt they have been anticipating an attack now that the Kappas have been dispersed. Priorities are as follows..."

A hairy finger goes up to indicate the first article of import. "One: Anti-personnel and Anti-aircraft artillery must be neutralized. This includes the all-terrain walkers that intel shows to patrol the grounds. Two: We need secured access to the Control Tower, to open a line of communication with our own frequencies and jam enemy transmissions within range."

Her hand drops to her side. "We sweep the grounds as we go. Keep alert. Fireteams, let the tank take point during our initial approach. The Order razed the area long ago. We won't have the forest to shelter our advance."

<<200 meters>> the pilot warns. (They?ve arrived) <<Walker! AT-ST twenty-six degrees starboard, closing fast, 120 meters. Sensors picking up another on the far side, base of the butte behind that tower, 800 meters. Drop 1 providing suppressive fire -- >>

And she does. The hatches begin to open, flooding the hold with humidity and light and the telltale ka-chunk-ka-chunk SCREE SCREE of an angry AT-ST bearing down on their position. As promised, their transport blasts some volleys from its ion cannon. Lt Fish utters a battlecry and leaps out, landing in the plush, green grasses of this clearing just 3 meters below.

Thirty-eight degrees, port side, Drop 2 is busy releasing the FireHawke repulsortank from its bowels.

Merek would assist the team in beginning to cover the tank in forest camo, with the netting, then he'd not a bit, stepping into the pilot's seat of the FireHawke. The man wears what looks to be a white-black void armor, a helmet placed upon that while he checks all the terminals on the war machine. The Commando nods with a thumbs up to the team, then he begins to check on repulsors while they land upon the field.

"Alright, I'm bringing us forward, we are prepared for full combat. Commando Black." The man nods a bit while he begins to wait for a call, then moves the whole tank forward into the fight.

"Grrrrrrrr." Rumbles the massive Wookiee joining the ground assault team. The mighty Chewbacca has no official military rank or standing in the New Republic, but that has not stopped him from helping them get things done. When the call to prepare to disembark was issued, the Wookiee unfolded himself from the seat, released the straps and rose up. Up, up, up.. DONK! He hit his head. "ROOOOwwwwwllll!" He issues with annoyance. Chewie collects his bowcaster from its combat placement on the wall, primed its charge, and prepared it for battle. He wore only a bandolier and had a small satchel full of shaped-charge explosives. They had to be activated to be dangerous and blow up though.

Chewie jumps out after Lt Fish, roaring loudly and hitting with a heavy thud. Each subsequent step, either running or walking, had some bass to it. Chewie is a big boy.

A dome-foreheaded figure of dark blue skin and large amber eyes rose from his own seat following the briefing from Lieutenant Fish, Fark-Drukrug having unclipped the harness and straps keeping him in post. The male Duros bears a dark hazel uniform and a makeshift Private insignia on the formal dress. With a sidearm in his holster, the enlisted troop poised himself for a careful few swift steps and a lunge out into the short fall, landing on one knee and a palm clutching the vegetation to balance himself. Private Fark quickly scrambling up onto his feet and creating distance from himself and the landing zone for others; he fell onto a knee yet again, pulling the blaster pistol out whilst maintaining strict trigger-discipline, falling into formation to maintain a 360-degree view.

Sajin was quiet for most of the trip, sitting there sealed inside his Formfitter Powerarmor. The Gunmetal cammo an odd choice for the environment they were going into. He had an appearance to uphold though. He had a wookie's bowcaster attached to his breastplate by a bit of paracord. A single point sling mashed together with whatever he could find. He wore a Mitrinomin jetpack, complete with the K-22 rocket. A large ebon Ryyk blade stapped across that... Finally a cape adorned his shoulder, wide and flowing, it was dark grey with a yellow inseam. His usual knife and pistol occupied thier positions on his belt, along with his pattanted fanny pouch: holder of his Royal balls. Shockgloves were already on, yet disengaged, upon his gauntleted hands.

He really wasn't listening to the what or why. He knew why and what, kill Storm troopers, blow up armor. He could have brought his units but... he had signed up for the CDF... and he figured... it'd save them the money of buying a new tank... and new personel. He stoon when Ordered, glancing slightly to the wookie before hefting his Bowcaster into the ready postion.

Sajin tugs back the cocking cord as he brings the bowcaster up to bear. The weapon hums with electrically charged anger.

Merek says, "Grrrrrrrr." Rumbles the massive Wookiee joining the ground assault team. The mighty Chewbacca has no official military rank or standing in the New Republic, but that has not stopped him from helping them get things done. When the call to prepare to disembark was issued, the Wookiee unfolded himself from the seat, released the straps and rose up. Up, up, up.. DONK! He hit his head. "ROOOOwwwwwllll!" He issues with annoyance. Chewie collects his bowcaster from its combat placement on the wall, primed its charge, and prepared it for battle. He wore only a bandolier and had a small satchel full of shaped-charge explosives. They had to be activated to be dangerous and blow up though."

Drop 2 takes a heavy smack from the AT-ST as it releases the Republic tank unit and the pilot unleashes a torrent of swears. Drop 1 continues to rain hell until the last of her occupants have leapt free of the ship and that walker is too crippled to blast them into a hellacious crater. Metallic groans announce the fearsome beast is wobbly on its feet, toppling iminent!

<<DROP1 and 2 are moving clear, standing by for extraction>> And not a moment too soon, for a sudden volley of anti-aircraft artillery skirts across the U-Wing's shields from afar.

Were it held by friendlier faces, this airbase would be a lovely sight! The bulk of the clearing is dedicated to housing and operations. Two long, modular buildings form the barracks along the southwestern edge. A small Mess and other buildings are arranged on the southeastern edge. The central area is clear and probably utilized as parade grounds.

The control tower rises in the northeastern quadrant, just 100 meters or so from the steep, foliaged wall - a small, forested butte with a shorn, rock face that the FO have appropriated as suitable hangar space. The wide maw tunneled into the rock face, 130 meters up from the clearing below, offers plenty of protection from the elements and prying eyes. It is choice realestate.

True to warning, it would seem that the occupants of Kappa Air Base have had some time to scramble their defenses on ground. Units of white-plated stormtroopers materialize from the infrastructure and roll out the red carpet with blasters blazing. On a gangway about 50 meters up the tower, two boys (or girls!) in white are warming up an E-Web. The sinister looking muzzle angles their way, promising a surefire, good time. Before the last of the Republic troops have spilled out of their transports, a forward cluster of stormtroopers is already giving them hell, taking care to stay clear of the fallen AT-ST. It's a bit toasty.

Lt Fish motions a fuzzy hand forward, keeping close to the advancing tank while they cross this bit of grassy expanse.

Merek might be a Commando, he is still a veteran though, he knows the way to fight these people. When he notices something, then slides sensors that way, he speaks to the comlink, <<"We've got shadow troopers, I will light them up on sensors, you all need to manage them if you want to take on the stormtroopers. I'll offer you a fire support. Meanwhile, we're moving into range on the E-Web, before they get it working. Cover our forward position!"

Chewbacca is not among those who spot the Shadowtroopers, but he has the situational awareness to listen to Merek when he transmits the location of Shadowtroopers. Still a distance out though, Chewie focuses on the Stormtroopers first, roaring as he jogs heavily toward the back of Merek's tank. Firing from the hip, Chewie releases a green bolt that's accelerated nearly past what eyes can keep up with! The result? A stormtrooper is hit in the leg. They're taken to the ground immediately, connecting with a sickening crunch of shattered plasteel and muffled bones. They're done. "ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLL!"

Pvt. Fark scans with those big honey eyes and it's difficult not to notice the vanguard of snow-shaded armor clad figures coming out as a welcoming party. He rises to his feet at the instruction of the commanding officer, falling into formation behind the Lieutenant and partially covered by the advancing tank. A single crimson blast flies past the Duros as he reaches for his utility belt and unclips a single fragmentation grenade from the harness, <<: Fire in the hole! :>> - he offers in a grumpy, raspy voice translated into Basic - before he tosses it into the five remaining Stormtroopers' location. Although it was a decent throw, the explosion and scattered shrapnel seems to gain no groans of agony and the chaos continues. Sajin has reconnected.

Sajin had saw at least one of the Shadowtroopers advancing on their position as he advanced with the rest of the collum. The familiar shimmer of shadow depth plates which he had on his own armor rang true as a tell for him. He leveled his bowcaster and fired, just as Merek's announcment came through over his HUD comms. <<"I have contact with them... They're spread out. Focus on the Armor and that E-Web, got it Tank Boy?"

The blast from his bowcaster's super charged bolt was pretty loud and messy, sending dirt and debrises flying where it landed. Yet, there was no Shadow Trooper... <<"Damnit...">> he grumbled, looking around and keeping his eyes peeled hawkishly. THat was until the explosion from the Grenade came and he flinched slightly, ducking just incase.

The stealthy troopers have their cover blown by an assist from Merek's targeting computer. Several bodies are revealed to be slinking their way between barracks and outbuildings as well as two on approach from behind to engage the intruding Republic forces. Two of them KNOW their sneaking is at end because there are smoking craters plowed into the earth too close for comfort - one made by the repulsortank's cannon and the other by Sajin's bowcaster.

The cluster of Stormtroopers firing at the shortest range suddenly break from their position and scatter after a shout of <<GRENADE>> points attention to the lethal toss sent their way. It explodes on target, but the many moving parts OF that target have scurried, or tripped, just beyond range from the worst of the detonation. Charred bits of turf and shrapnel go flying. As do some remains of their comrade who did NOT flee - on account of falling victim to Chewbacca's bowcaster, just heartbeats before. One of the survivors is slow to get to their feet, already wounded by a blasterbolt to the shoulder.

It is this trooper which returns the favor to she who shot him: Lt Fish. The Aqualish staggers when she is struck by the first bolt in the gut, but the second eliminates much of her knee and she drops to the ground with an enraged howl. The burly lady is not dead, but she might be out of this fight.

Meanwhile, another unit of stormtroopers is sending volleys of death bolts their way from their left flank, having emerged from 'round the barracks. A trio of Republic troopers pivot from formation to return fire and seem - for the time being - to be winning that argument.

Now's not a time to get cocky though. In the distance, an ominous shape is lumbering around from behind the control tower. It's that second AT-ST that Drop 1 warned about and it's advancing on their position with lengthy, surefooted strides.

Merek looks forward to the sensor terminal, taking a moment to look at it. <<"Alright, switching to fire on the E-Web.">> The man begins to drive the tank while he makes a nodd to all the team. "Fire at will," he states, while they begin to shoot the cannons at the E-Web. Meanwhile the FireHawke tank begins to shift forward along to the enemy.

PEW!

A crimson bolt strikes right into Private Fark's backside from the left flank. He nearly stumbles onto his knees and hands and gargles out in a raspy voice of incomprehensible agony. Forcing himself to stand right up, the Duros points his blaster pistol at one of the Stormtroopers that survived his heroic throw, firing upon them as he proceeds to close distance with the tank briefly after, <<: We are being flanked from our left - barracks. Lieutenant Fish is hit! :>>

Chewie ducked under an errant bolt intended for him, then retaliated with one of his own. The resulting blast struck a Stormtrooper in their left arm, spinning them backwards through their own concussive impact explosion of white plasteel. The female cried out in anguish, and that was all she did after falling to the ground. Chewie mumbled in his way, THUDDING along at a heightened pace with each step putting off a heavy bass and light vibration. His position remains behind the tank, following the Lt's earlier orders to use it for cover and escort it in.

As the tank starts to roll forward, Sajin spread out a bit on the Collum, keys his mitrinomin jetpack. It flares to lift, lifting him and his armerd read up and int othe air. He zips across the battlefield, getting a better view from his higher vantage point. In fact, as he soars, he notices one of those Shadow Troopers shimmering as they move. Hefting the wookie rifle up, he puts the sights over the shimmering momentum, leading with the mil-dot sights on the weapons. Squeezing the trigger, a supercharge bolt rages forth and smashes into the trooper's left leg. It sparks and flames, the limb seperating entirely from his body and flying into the forest likely never to bee seen again. It's unclear if it's the mutilation or the shock that kills the trooper. Sajin lands on his two feet, clearly an expert at using the jetpack... for now.

The First Order troops stationed at Kappa Air Base are not keen on handing it over. This much they've made known in the brief time the two armies have had to clash.

More stormtroopers fall, including two of the stealthier sort - messily, at that. The Republic army is feeling the heat though, literally, as some of their own suffer the searing wrath of concentrated particles. Lt Karrin Fish is down, struggling to crawl behind the incendiary cover of the downed AT-ST to wait out a medic for evac. She's barely reached her destination though when the hatch atop that walker opens and out fall/slithers its operator - a bit woozy, but alive. The two stare at one another for a long beat, contemplating best course of action, but it's a staring contest that Fish, despite having twice the number of eyes, will lose. A pair of blaster bolts cut through the smoky haze and one leaves a blistering hole. It all but separates her neck from her shoulders. The wounded Walker operator doesn't take time to gloat and certainly not to mourn. He's back in the fight, running to regroup with his comrades.

One of those 'comrades' is gunning for the Wookiee while another attempts to put the Duros down for good.

The other AT-ST unleashes a round of laser blasts at the Firehawke, coordinating this strike with a simultaneous one from the E-Web as its rounds sweep the grounds, pounding at turf and anything else in its way!

Merek keeps on with the team firing upon that whole E-Web, while he keeps on driving, the blast from the cannon managing to about take the tank, then he sweeps along away from it.

Chewie is attacked by the Shadowtroopers, but manages to avoid being hit out right. Retaliating with a well placed bolt, Chewie proves his prowess and marksmanship with the Wookiees' cherished weapon. The result? A trooper falls missing their head, and the mighty Chewbacca ROOOOOOARS! Thump, thump, thump he jogs along, his shaggy fur bouncing with each weighted step!

<<:Lieutenant is do-...:>> - before Private Fark could finish his sentence, two seperate troopers fired upon him, causing him to duck with his burnt rump by the tank, groaning in agony at the tension upon his severe wound already staining his lower body's attire with vitals. Peeking out, he fired off two blasts from his sidearm - pew: hit and a stormtrooper rendered harmeless. Pew - and a miss into the grass that sizzled away.

Sajin keeps moving, all about the momentum in that power armor of his. He catches sight of the last Shadow Trooper. Lining up his shot, he squeezes the trigger. It rips into the ennemies torso, burning apart the chest place and likely send him reeling. He turns to keep an eye on that ATST and the E-Web, making sure the Tank is doing it's job.

<<Copy, Pvt, Lt Fish is down - repeat Lt Fish is down>> Corporal Felcar's voice echoes into com, filling the helmetspace of every Republic trooper on the field. <<Recommend last push at target - Sgt Black, that Walker's a little too close fer-->>

• BWAMMO*

An explosion of turf knocks the Corporal off his feet as said AT-ST hammers with the worst of intentions and then sends a similar note to the FireHawke.

The Corporal pushes himself to his feet and a gritty blend of pebbles and dirt sloughs off him. <<TO THE TOWER!!!! Pvt Dru-krug, bring your toolkit>>

High above, the Control tower's mobile artillery turret is having a time. It was /this/ close to punching the tank in the nose, but a well placed, second strike from that tank sends one of its operators flying into the abyss with a scream and fries what was left of the personal shielding array up there. The E-Web is smoking in the worst of ways and overheating rapidly from the damage. It lists several degrees to one side, but the remaining operator attempts to keep it firing, even if the rotational capacity is thrown.

The Republic soldiers begin to disperse away from the cover of the tank, as that's now the prime target of the AT-ST. They split into teams to fan out over the grounds, one building at a time to engage the FO soldiers holed up therein. The sounds of fresh firefights are almost a constant and this time, it sounds like the NR troopers are taking a beating. Two of the three who entered the Mess are soon backpedaling through the door into the open air, firing all the while. As for the shadowy troopers, the last one currently visible is, in fact, doubled over and embarking on a battle of wills to get to their feet.

Merek begins driving the tank along while it fires on the walker and upon that full E-Web. The emplacement would be blasted up, while he nods a bit, <"E-Web is down.">>

Chewie fans out from behind the tank as it starts slugging it out with anti-vehicle weaponry. Rather than remain there, waiting for the tank to explode, Chewbacca runs forward to a bit of cover and stops just long enough to fish a hand into his satchel, withdraw a magnetic shaped charge, and hurl it toward the chicken-walker coming about to gun them down. The big Wookiee doubles back then, putting a solid surface between he and the heavy walker. From the same satchel, he arms the detonator, produces it in one furry paw, and presses it down with a big brown thumb.

BEEEEEEEEEEEP!

The shaped charge is the ideal counter to armor. It's an explosive with a specifically designed blast raidus intended to pierce armor (much like the high explosive dual purpose grenades shot out of launchers!) So the blast that followed wasn't anything to write home about. The 'eyes' of the walker suddenly flushed with fire, hate, and discontent as the interior fell victim to the concussive blast of the shaped charge's detonation.

<<"GGGGRRRRRRRRROOOWOWWOORRLL ggggrrrROOOOOOOOORRRRRRR Rrrrr ROOAAWWWLL!">> In short, the walker is down.

With the AT-ST getting closer and now the Tank starting to take a few hits, Sajin disreaguards the ground troops for the time being and turns towards the walker. HE plants his feet firm in the ground, letting his Bowcaster drop and hang from it's single point strap. He does his best to line up the shot, servos and mechanisms whining as her make micro adjustments. <<"There!">> Suddenly the rocket from his jetpack takes off and Zips towards the Walker... before twirling and sidewinding past it and into the hanger wall beyond...

The explosion is still brilliant and bright. THe heat can be felt from even as far away as the Republic's line. <<"STANG!">>

The E-Web is rendered a smoldering mess, as is the once-surviving trooper manning it. The AT-ST is suffering from some serious indigestion after an armor-piercing explosion lights its belly afire from the inside. It stomp-sways in an uncertain circle while the people inside struggle to fend off mortality. One is sure to lose the fight, as a sizeable chunk from her midsection is simply no more, but the other is trying to put out the fire and salvage some semblance of control over the transport.

Down below, Corporal Felcar and Pvt Dru-krug have reached the control tower entrance. There's little mind paid to the surveillance cams there and the demolition specialist goes to work on the blastdoor's control panel. It isn't long before a shout of <<CLEAR>> precludes a bang and the forced entry can commence.

Naturally, it can't be as easy as all that. A pair of familiar white suits are waiting and one of them pops Felcar the second he peers in. It could have been worse - he's still alive!!

"Keep fire on that AT-ST," Merek then calls to the team, while he keeps the walker managed. A look to the targeting terminal, keeping the sensors on while he nods. Turrets begin swinging towards the war machine and begin to fire into it, blasting with cannons. The man nods a bit, <<"We will be managing a bit of cleaning up with the walker. You all walk safe.">>

<<Happy to, boss...>> Cpl Lightstrider murmurs as she rotates the heavy blaster cannon with the controls under her fingertips from the comfort of a padded chair. These tanks are just SO much more roomy than the uLAVs. A quick volley from hers strikes the stumbling walker but doesn't knock it off its feet yet. Its erratic stomping about while more and more smoke pours from the interior means that it manages by grace of the Force to avoid the followup shot from the FireHawk's smaller turret.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Screams the stormtrooper that takes a bolt to the chest from Chewbacca's bowcaster. They crashed into a wall, caving it in slightly, then crumbled in a sudden clatter of shattered plasteel and discarded items. "ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRooorrrrrrRrRrRr!" Chewie says, motioning others in before he steps heavily after them in a steady jog.

Private Fark turns in with the Corporal to storm the interior; only to grumble out in panic at the blast that strikes his superior at the immediate entry. Another grumble out, he lifts his blaster, popping off two quick shots, one of the ice-blue blasts striking one of the stormtroopers and wounding them; another decimated by Chewie... ending up in an awkward shootout between two Republican soldiers, a GIANT Wookie, a King and two wounded Stormtroopers.

Sajin moves at the quick step towards the entrance of the tower just as they open door. He could have stayed and helped the tank with the Walker, but they seemed to have it under wraps for the time being. His right hand reaches out and his Series III flies into it. He raises it, observant eyes locking onto the rank cylinders of the Captain. His muzzle rests on him. The wheel gun looking rustic blaster lets off two round as Sajin squeezes the trigger twice in quick succession. The first bolt zips by the troopers head before the second one slams into his right arm, sparking and burning through the plasteel.

On the parade grounds, a few remaining stormtroopers are putting up a hellacious resistance against the Republic troops. The same holds true for the close quarters of the control tower.

<<So much blood shed for a spit of land...You think this has won you the war?>> A vocoded sneer carries the width of the room from where the Base Captain is in a half crouch between consoles, guarding a now painful arm but unwilling to roll over and play dead. <<It hasn't. It won't.>> A second sidearm comes up to punctuate his remark with shots at Sajin. <<Won't be long now, before our birds come home to roost.>>

Emboldened by the courage of his superior, the remaining stormtrooper of lesser rank makes a concerted effort to bring down the damn, smelly furball Wookiee.

He won't live to feel disappointed by his failure for long. Cpl Felcar blasts'im in the chest after ducking through the hatch a /second/ time.

Merek looks to that AT-ST while he thinks about it. "Finish the walker," he mentions, nodding a bit. The turrets spin to fire on it with the team, while the man begins to steeple his fingers above that tank's panel.

When an opportunity allows itself, Chewbacca shoulders his bowcaster and fires truly again. This time, the bolt hits the center chest of the Stormtrooper captain, prompting an exit wound out the back that manifests in the form of a pulverized cloud of pink misted blood that peppers everything behind them. Chewbacca growls, but has no victorious roar this time. They had a mission to complete and he was already looking for other troopers to shoot. The big Wookiee moves to the other corridors of the tower, searching quietly, each step heavy and loud.

Private Fark quickly fires off two shots at the last standing trooper - the captain himself. One blast skirts by, the other striking his leg... which is nothing compared to the decimation brought by that one giant ally he was glad to have on his side. He flicked his comms on, <<: Tower entrance clear. Securing the site now. :>>

Sajin's right arm is blasted with the Captain's blaster, causing the wound to spark and smolder. His right side jolts back with the force of the hit. The King of Drik wasn't one for monolog, or words in general. So as the Captain goes on about revenge and birds roosting, he's reeling forward to raise his pistol again for the repirsal... until he's guned down by the Private and Wookie. He pauses there as things quiet, taking in the scene. <<"Always so kriffin' Hammy these guys...">> He mentions, letting out a hushes sigh as he moves his injured arm. <<"We clear?">> He moves further into the Towers, helping the troopers clear it.

It will take a little more blood, sweat, and tears to search the entire tower and deem it 'clear', but the troops on the ground have finally finished their sweep. <<Cpl Felcar to Sgt Black - tower is clear. Advise transports to approach with caution and relocate team to hangar to secure those premises. My squad will remain here and get to work on these frequencies.>>

And so the base is tentatively held, for now, under the Republic's thumb. How long it will remain as such shall depend upon how soon the survivors of Kappa TIE force returns and how many reinforcements the Republic is able to allocate to this location on ground to keep it fortified.

Lt Fish's body has been located and retrieved by the combat medics, as are other casualties suffered in this skirmish of kapture the airfield.