Log:First Order: The Failure of Captain Scipor

Captain Scipors failure to secure Soronia entails a meeting with Kylo Ren. However, after crashing his ship to the planets icy grounds he is sought by both the pro-resistance and the First Order to answer for his crime/failure. Four members of the Vanguard have been sent to secure the man before the pro-resistance forces take him.

OOC Date: June 21, 2018
Location: Soronia, Corellian System
Participants: First Order: Grayson Oakfell, Emma Starflare, Aenaria, Lyra Sirella

Soronia, a lifeless barren planet of Ice and Snow, lifeforms not able to stake a claim on the planet as it contains no atmosphere. The team of Grayson, Aenaria and Lyra have been dispatched to take capture Captain Scipor for the Supreme Leader. The shuttle that has been dispatched down to the planetside has landed, and the group has been given appropriate breathing gear to supplement them while on the planet. The tank have three hours in them of oxygen, enough to hopefully get to the cave that Scipor is hidden out in from the elements. His beacon is flashing and indicates that he is a mile and a half away. Reports of pro-resistance forces have also been dispatched and are likely on route or very near to landing as well.

"We need Captain Scipor alive, the Supreme Leader will not accept anything less. All pro-resistance are to be killed, and we need to be finishing as quickly as possible." Grayson states, bundled up in addition to her uniform, cheeks a bright pink as she speaks through her mask that allows them all to breath. Brown eyes will glancen around, the sunlight of an early morning offering minimal light, enough to light the dusky landscape of rock and snow, bright patches of ice glinting and providing additional light in patches here and there. A cropping of icy mist covers the landscape like a blanket, giving the world an etheral wintery quality, though also providing spots of hiding for both pro-resistance and First Order alike. Grayson will glance down to a datapad in her hand, looking down then up before she strikes off, "All right ladies, let us move quickly, we do not want the pro-resistance to be beating us." Crunch, crunch.

Lyra is in her flightsuit, she hasn't been issued any stormtrooper armor as she is a pilot, but she does have a pistol at her belt and a rifle slung over her shoulder. Clipped onto the back of her armor like a backpack is a small Frisbee shaped droid. "I'm not much in hand to hand combat, I'm completely on board for moving fast and avoiding any unneeded entanglements."

Aenaria stays seated, holding her standard-issue rifle close in a vain attempt to keep it warm, as well as herself. For whatever reason, she was feeling a lot colder than she believed she should. And that was really bothering her. "So, alive, but everyone else dead or at least... not operating to bother us. Easy enough." She supposed, at least. It should be. They had stun capabilities or just the blatant capability to take hostages as necessary... and plenty of shooty stuff to take care of anyone not compliant. "Melee combat? Just shoot them."

Grayson Oakfell is already off the shuttle, moving off in the snow and calling back to both women, "Ladies, let us be hustling." The weather on the planet is unrelenting, sharp breezes snapping through across the snow, but it seems Lyra and Grayson for the time being are handling it better than Aenaria, "Yes, I can not do hand to hand, but I have been training with pistols, so we will just be shooting. Come on, move." Grayson calls out, the shuttle waiting for the group to get off the shuttle so it can leave and wait for them to signal their readiness to be picked up. Once they are off, and the shuttle pilot will hustle the group off, leaving Aenaria and Lyra out in the snow now, Grayson will pick up the pace, not wanting to give the cold a chance to seep any further into her flightsuit than it has already. Her medical kit is worn over her chest, and her blaster pistol is at the ready.

Lyra picks up the pace and marches out into the snow. There is a smirk in her voice when she continues, "If I could hit the broad side of a barn with a blaster," at least she seems good spirited about it. The mousey looking young woman covered in black armor looks about in the mist and snow but nothing catches her eye.

Aenaria is not a slacker. Even though she is cold, she does not let it phase her - at least as much as one is able to resist such things. She survived the harsh conditions of Mandalore and her people's training, then the rigorous methodologies of the First Order, she can handle being a little cold. Granted, she cannot feel her toes anymore. Who needs toes, right? She sighs and hustles after Grayson. "I need to check my suit's seals after this mission. I am certain something is not working properly."

Grayson Oakfell laughs softly through her mask, head shaking a little as she nods her head, "I am feeling you. I have my partner teaching me the shooting of blasters, it is a slow skill to learn if you are not a natural." The lieutenant commander replies to Lyra, glancing over her shoulder to Aenaria and giving a sympathetic look to her, "It is not winter armor, fortified for the cold. Next time wear long underwear, it is helping me." Advised with a shrug, Gray turning back to that cold barren landscape which seems to be stuck in twilight, none of the women spotting the lone pro-republic scout huddled in along a rock relief, but, to their luck, he doesn't immediately spot them either, which means neither is reacting to the other. What does give his position away is his call on the comms to check in, "Yeah, nothing out in sector fifty eight, and I haven't seen the Captain." The man says, his voice ringing out. Grayson will reach one arm out to the side to stop the group, crouching down quickly as she whispers, "We have one, quick, be shooting him -" The man steps out from the relief, intent on continuing to check along the rock face to find any hidey holes, allowing the women to see him free and clear as his back is to the group.

Lyra pulls her blaster and takes just a second to aim before firing at the Resistance lookout. Unfortunately, the young pilot is as bad as she indicated, the red blast gives away their position but not actually hitting the lookout.

Though no one would see it, Aenaria frowns. "That stuff makes my ass look chunky." She complains, but is clearly doing so in a humorous fashion, or at least with that sort of intent. The gesture from Grayson causes the trained soldier to stop on a dime, and the chatter of the private on his comms draws her attention. "I got it." She quickly levels her blaster at him and fires. Kill him? Maybe. Hurt him? Definitely.

EM-1710, or Emma Starflare as she'd come to be known as, had almost been unable to be assigned to this mission. It had nothing to do with her recent promotion however and everything to do with her recent engagement with the resistance and two force-wielders. The Jedi hadn't managed to harm her, but their allies hadn't taken her shooting their friends down rather well and Em had spent the last few days in a Bacta tank recovering.

Fortunately, the Special Operations trooper was back at full strength and armed to the teeth once more. Wrapped in her tailored and fitted armor rather than her Vanguard trooper outfit (which was still being repaired), the woman had swiftly caught up to the trio. "At least you have company," she muses in her accented tones. "Last time I was in a planet this cold and miserable for an operation? It was rather lonely...till I was getting shot at." With a smile that never left her lips after her strangely Rylothian-like accented words, the blonde sniper lifts her rifle, bracing the weapon against her shoulder and fires a single shot at the scout who comes around the bend. Their task would be for nothing if they were discovered so soon and the others had missed, but Em's aim remains true as her single bolt hits the man.

The scout was completely caught unawares, and if he had survived he would have no doubt remembered in the future to check all around him next time. But this was a desolate wasteland and he had thought he had checked all behind him. Instead he finds himself suddenly very hot, first by one shot delivered handily by Aenaria, then a second shot which he barely registers, already half-way down onto one knee in a confused delirium by the time Emma's shot takes him completely down. His body is rocked forwards and he faceplants into the snowy ice with a soft crunch, the landscape swallowing up the sound. Because they took him down in two shots he's called in an all clear, and wasn't able to send an alert that the group has landed.

Grayson, being the awful shot she is, her shot goes completely wild, a bolt flying straight up into the sky as the blaster kicks back at Gray as she fires it. However she sees Aen and Emma have taken the man down so she rises up out of her crouch, nodding to both, "Good work, and /good/ shots." Praise from the lieutenant commander who exhales out, nodding to the group, "Let us make quickly to where the Captain is, if one of these men is out here then there will be more." Heavily accented voice rings through the comms as she speaks, and she'll keep her blaster in hand.

The group is lucky, either the force is on their side or it is just that, pure luck, as they don't encounter other groups along the way immediately, "Warrant Officer Starflare, you terrify me sometimes with your shots." Said with heavy appreciation, though Aen's comment about the chunky ass has Grayson laughing softly, "Fair enough ..I have no one to impress with my looks so I will take a chunky backside." Lyra will get a smile, though only Grays' brown eyes convey it, "Come on, we have more practice shooting to do no doubt." Rocks rise all around them, some staggeringly so, mountains and cave systems giving the Captain plenty of places to hide out.

And ..because you are all awesome at spotting, you all see in the distance a particular crevice in the rockside with wisps of warm air curling out from it, likely an indicator of geothermal activity in the cave system within. It also is likely a pretty good spot for a weakened Captain to find refuge in, offering warmth and protection from the elements.

The TIE pilot isn't much good at seeing in snow and frost but she knows how to spot thermals, sometimes heat is the only thing you see to give away a starfighter that is as black as the space behind it. "Elle Tee," she says, drawing out the letters of the abbreviation as she gestures towards the hot air rising over the crevasse.

Aenaria isn't really one to gloat about her shooting, but with the fact she can't feel her fingers anymore, she was silently proud of herself. She smirks inside her helmet. "Well, commander, generally I am out front and that means everyone is behind me, so my behind better look presentable at all times." She chuckles faintly but quiets down after that. "Looks like we have some warmth ahead. Could be man-made, could be natural. Should check it out either way."

Em had seen it, the springs had been easy enough to identify for all of them, but as they draw in she gives a frown. "Be mindful, if there's a sole point of entry it may be covered. Don't stick your face in recklessly to the den of cornered prey before we know what we're looking at."

Grayson Oakfell is relying on the ladies to be the expert eyes and ears, given her own expertise is in medicine. So it's her good luck that they all spot the same place, and she'll nod, wind rippling snow over the ground sorrowfully, air tickling with snow as it begins to fall down lazily, "Okay, good eyes, ladies, at the very least it will give us a break from the cold if he is not inside." A deep breath in, and she'll begin to head up the jagged pathway that leads the way up to that crevice, picking her way this way and that. It's slippery, with black ice hidden beneath the snow drifts and cold mist, "As the warrant officer said, let us keep our eyes peeling and ears listening."

Lyra keeps her blaster in one hand as she climbs her way up the rocky slope. The young woman keeps turning her head slowly, scanning the visible area as she makes her way up toward the entrance. She managed to make the climb without injury, but it's more luck than skill as she heads into the cave.

Things are not really going well for Aenaria today. As she is getting inside, she loses her footing and slips, landing on her backside and lamenting the lack of padding that long underwear would have theoretically given her. If nothing else, she received a bruised and battered tailbone. After regaining her footing, she manages to get closer, or inside, with the others. "Alright, stay... frosty." She states with a bit of snark.

As much as Emma might chase practice to perfection, noone truely is. There's a slight slip and her side impacts against the rockface against her side. Careless! She'd only just made it out of a healing tank, she didn't need to go back in one!

Seems Aen and Gray have all the luck as both take a tumble heading up to the cave opening, Grayson falling with a yelp, and catching herself with one hand, her knee smacking hard into the hard ground, bruising it merrily. She hisses softly as she very slowly comes to a rise, limping her way to the cave, her body bruised but not her ego. She's used to, when ordered to lead these things, in injuring herself often enough, "I might need to requisition actual armor for future missions." She grouses alongside Aenaria, the cave opening slight, about two meters at the most, the mist roiling out heavily, definitely warm air meeting the chilling air they're about to leave. Once they enter the cave it drops downwards, the walls slick with humidity, a loud roar of waterfalls rumbling throughout the cave, hiding their entry into the cave and their falls. Large rock formations drawing down from the ceiling from the humidity, stalactites with crystaline growths hanging down, with stalagmites rising up to meet the growths from the ceiling of the cave, flowstone, jagged and rough, leading the way down into the cave belly itself. The path winds down, concealing what may be below or around the corner, but leading in one direction only. There is little light, but thanks to light sources somewhere in the cave, there is enough to pick ones way down.

Lyra whistles at the waterfall, maybe that's why she doesn't hear anything going on around her. The pilot looks surprised. "I've seen a lot of things, but this takes the cake. Beautiful."

Aenaria makes a quick hand gesture to gather attention to herself. "Sounds like voices ahead. No guarantee, a bit difficult to tell, but there is likely someone in here." She looks between the others. "If you want, I can go first." She double-checks her weapon to make sure it wasn't damaged in her stumble and nods. "Let's not worry about that, I'll just go." So she takes point.

"Three voices," Em speaks, lowering her sniper rifle and reaching for her blaster pistol at her hip. "One is probably our target. The rest could be company, or guards." With the pistol unsnapped and ready to be drawn there's a click of her safety as she turns her rifle to stun. "I will shoot for our intended captive, dispose of the others if needed."

It IS Beautiful. As they round the corner the waterfall becomes evident, cascading down mightily with a roar as Aen leads the way, "I swear, you guys set me up with a bloody nice house on some quiet placid lake on a planet where I can fish all day and eat all night, I'll be good to you." That's Captain Scipor, the man bruised, bloodied, but alive and well, currently in the company of two pro-republic scouts who have found the man before the FO did. But they haven't left yet.

The pro-republic folks are in full armor, with a contained breathing system, the Captain (11919) in a torn flightsuit, one sleeve missing, in the same breathing apparatus as those who did not have them built into their suits are wearing.

"You know we ain't gonna trust you right away, the intel you give us better pan out. We already /won/ this planet, so you gotta give us something good." The female (11917) says through her helmet, the group apparently taking a break in the warmth of the cave, "Our ship will be here in an hour, so you might as well start singing." The pro-resistance females partner (11918) says, Grayson nodding to Emma as she whispers, "Okay, very smart, then we will-"

"HEY. SHAVIT." The Captain spots the group up at the top of the landing way and quickly rolls to dart out of the way in behind a stone formation, the other two whirling around to look behind them, "You kill them I'll tell you everything!" The captain calls out, also drawing his own pistol from his hip as he takes aim. He knows what will happen if he's retaken by the FO. The Supreme Leader does not tolerate failure.

Lyra drops down to a knee to help steady her aim and fires at the female (11917). Time to kill some resistance scum.

Aenaria moves towards whatever she can find that might provide cover and takes a shot at one of the troopers. The plasma bolt strikes them solidly, but not enough to take them down. "Feel free to surrender! We can negotiate your survival." She might be lying, but it never hurt to try.

Em's own blaster rifle is aimed and fired without any words, the shrieking stun-bolt crossing the space and hitting her target square in the head, dropping the hiding captain in an instant. Fleeing now was the best chance the resistance had of survival, but she wasn't going to waste her breath as she switched her sniper rifle back to 'kill'.

The Captain watches as the female is shot and he rises up with his blaster to take a shot at Aenaria, but immediately he finds himself stunned, a gurgling moan escaping his lips mid-word, "Nev-" THWUMP. He drops down heavily, stunned by Emmas shot which leaves him completely unconscious and unlikely to rouse any time soon. The female was dropped as well, shot in the shoulder which renders her shooting hand useless, the woman going down with a grunting bite down on her lip beneath her helmet, scooting back to lean in against a rock formation, her breathing coming heavily, "Crap, Pioryt, I'm out, take those shavit eating First Order jerks /down/." Screamed as she drags a knee up to her chest, the male not needing much more in the way of encouragement as he levels his blaster first on Emma, firing off a shot, and quickly moving to shoot at Aen, both his shots finding their targets, though they're not lethal wounds, though likely pain inducing, "THIS IS OUR PLANET NOW, SURRENDER."

Grayson for her part will move to shoot, finally, calling out, "They both must die, the Supreme Leader wants their bodies left as warning to the others!"

Lyra seems unsurprised by her lack of skill, but she is also undetered. She raises her blaster to fire at the still armed man.

Aenaria tries her best, though, she did just get shot. It wasn't fatal, or even really bad for that matter, but it did throw off her follow-up shot enough that she misses the woman that was her target. "Ow... dooooooc" She drolls dramatically over comms.

She was hit...again. At least it wasn't as bad as the last. While she doesn't quite share Grayson's shouting enthusiasm, the sniper lifts her weapon once more with a slight hiss of pain. Emma's finger squeezes the trigger and the weapon spits its bolt of plasma, slamming into the chest of the last remaining resistance member. Exhaling a breath, she closes her eyes. "Targets down."

Grayson Oakfell really, really ..doesn't want to fail this mission, or they'll share the same fate as Captain Scipor who currently lays down on the ground unconscious while the other two are killed. Her own shot his the male in the leg, while Lyra's incredible shot hits the man square in the face, killing him before he even really had a chance to register Graysons wound. It's not a great death, but it's quick, both Pioryt and Dullena will be remembered for their sacrifice at the hands of the FO. Both bodies are slumped over now, Pioryt over the legs of Dullena, the man having stumbled back and fallen over his companion.

There is obvious relief on Graysons face as she holsters her blaster, lips pursing beneath her mask as she breathes out, shoulders slumping a little as she allows said relief to be highly evident, "I do not envy Captain Scipors fate, but it is better him than us." A nod to the women, Grayson tapping her communicator, "Transport Ad Hominem, I am sending our coordinates, please meet us outside, we have secured the Captain." A nod then as she looks to Aen, Lyra and Emma, "Okay, let us get him out of here, I will tend to your wounds on the ship, good job everyone, you all did very very well." Praise once again from the doctor who will move to take the Captains body by the shoulders, "Someone take his legs, quick - the shuttle will be out here in 15."

And with about 45 mins to spare on their breathing tanks! Huzzah! The group will manage to get the Captain out and into the ship when it arrives, counting a victory towards not being reprimanded or worse by the Supreme leader. It's a good victory. People had to die, but it wasn't them. And they escaped the cold hellscape that is Soronia. Good news all around.