Log:The Last Stand: Part Two

The Last Stand: Part Two

OOC Date: April 12, 2021
Location: Ringali Nebula
Participants: Tamsin Cas, Trip as SK-743, Hadrix Kora as AX-4805, Aejin as DP-0616, Flex'ka Vana, Shivan

They'd made it to almost the end of the tunnel, or well, the end of the war front so far. They'd managed to get the compound taken over, but there were still things that needed to be locked down. The New Republic forces that were stationed here were still trying to make sure that the station didn't entirely fall to the First Order and its allies. The gates and doors had been breached. In the settling dust from the explosion inside there were dim beams of crimson light that stood out from the darkened doorways.

They were not leaving until they'd gotten what they'd come for.

Which is the dockyards as a whole. Vix and her company have moved out to start finding cover for the next, and finally last wave of the ground fighting. "Get set up and lets go!" the Sith Trooper calls out to those that are with her.

The Knight of Ren who had come to the aid of the First Order for this ground assault moved in in the wake of the first wave of troopers, the bright white of the blade in her hand like a beacon in the darkness, and she had snapped it off as they descended deeper into the tunnels that made up the inner workings of the dockyard. The mask she wore was blank, and she moved with an easy grace, nothing in her posture revealing any sense of worry or fear for the task ahead. She came to a halt, settling herself behind some scrap of cover, if she could find it, before she activated the weapon once again, using that cover to block the light as best she could, leaving the gloved hand on her exposed side free, hidden beneath the long belled sleeves of her robes.

This isn't the first battlefield Flex'ka Vana has found himself on, by a long shot. It is, however, the first time he's not wielding a blaster and not wearing any plasteel armor. Instead, the officer-turned-acolyte is in an unassuming black tunic with a large belt over his abdomen. In his gloved hand is a dark, shimmering cylinder, an object that is -visibly- ice cold to the touch. The Shi'ido doesn't talk, focused only on any entryways ahead of their breaching group. Rebels could run out of any of them, though they'd be smart not to do that.

Crimson plates soon to become ruddy with dirt and char clattered with the approach of 4805 to the flanks, <<"Copying, moving to outside position.">> smart paced and with his blaster up and tucked close - the Sith Trooper moved with purpose that could only be forged without outside manipulation to spoil the design.

No words given as of yet, until needed. Only self assurance and a hate for things that would oppose the Sith and their glorious purpose.

DP-0616 had leaned his shoulder into his available cover. He takes a quick glance around, ensuring that he wasn't being directly observed by a superior officer. Then his helmet dips low, he jams a piece of a ration bar into his mouth without removing his helmet, and promptly rocks his head forward to seat his helmet properly into place. He chews away, happy and content to have something to put in his belly soon. Then he's back to business, creeping to the edge of his cover with his blaster in hands and ready to make the charge into the proverbial breach. He seems intent on being the first to do so, judging by the fact that he begins to move from cover and advance forward. He moves to another piece of cover on the LEFT flank, the butt of his blaster tucked in against his shoulder and his barrel sweeping the path ahead for the sudden appearance of threats.

Shivan is among those that walk out of the settling dust, her lightsaber is now out for the simple fact that she knew they'd be walking into another fight. They could sleep when they were done, or dead. There was no preference on the other side of things. She ducks low and heads towards Vix and the other crimson armored troops, "Did I miss anything big?" she whispers. Big yellow eyes peer out from the mask she wears.

A bolt goes sailing over her head to answer that with a charring of durasteel behind her.

Vix and the other troopers sound off before they raise their rifles, preparing to fire in return as things start.

The Knight, having no blaster, and no weapon capable of distance attack, simply got to the business of subjugation, as she broke from behind her cover and advanced on one of the republic forces that she could see, the white of her blade shining like a beacon in the hazy darkness of the corridor, the light of the blade causing the smoke to billow and spark around her figure. Well, this would all end in tears, no doubt. But that was the work. As she moved, the Knight shook back the sleeve of her free hand, that power snaking out of her, an animal let out to hunt, as she grasped one of the republic troops who had not hidden as well as they would have liked, dragging them with an invisible fist closer to the path she was walking.

In a feat of marksmanship, SK-743 demonstrates the killing of an enemy pulled free from their entrenchment root and stem. A single shot robs the terrorist of their life, and the NCO looks along the rest of his squad. <"Destroy them!"> SK-743 took a place behind cover to watch the squad take their positions to open fire!

When Tamsin Cas unroots the troopers from their entrenchments, Flex'ka's lightsaber snaps on at his side, pointing at the floor. The Sith acolyte zeroes in on one of the involuntarily approaching troopers, sidestepping the soldier to bring his lightsaber up through his side. Immediately, the trooper drops the rifle he'd been hanging on to, though momentum dictates that he's not done flying yet. Ready for the next entrant, Flex'ka waits, his saber lowered once more.

Keeping his head down for a moment when the lightshow begins, 4805 is able to lean momentarily from cover, a few bolts loosed and others with his as troopers around him fire. Stitching up ground, but finding no 'purchase' among the opposing forces.

Dipping back to cover and bite-tabbing to broader comms, the man's voice cutting through, <<"Negative impact on my front, request cross-fire to thin numbers before sweeping back.">> peeking up again, sighting down his scope, <<"Republic Forces massing.">>

DP-0616 moves forward at an advancing pace, his blaster rifle at his shoulder and chirping harsh criticisms in blaster bolt form. Cover is abandoned in exchange for the fact that the trooper is advancing into the enemy, without a regard for his safety. Every pace forward is ground gained and with each step the likelihood of morale broken. Crimson reflects intermittently on the surface of each lens of the helmet. After each shot the barrel of his rifle twitches, seeking out a new target or simply firing in a potential targets general direction to keep their head (or heads) well and truly down. If he's not stopped, one may imagine he intends to simply insert himself into the Republic troop's own battle lines.

Shivan takes the opportunity to get to the action with her lightsaber, or well...she tries to hit one of the republic troops. She doesn't manage to hit them, but they don't shoot her in the face either. So that's a win win. Though she does stare at the person pointing the gun at her.

Vix and other troopers start the charge forward, they seem to be a little outnumbered, but that is something that will rebalance itself when the Republic soldiers start dying. And that does happen as Flex, Tamsin, SK and others start in. For now they just needed to keep the defenses pressed.

If the Knight paid heed to the blaster fire dancing and sparking all around her, she did not show any sign, taking no injury as she took advantage of the distance she had reduced with her opponent, striking out at the republic trooper, advancing into his line of fire, hoping that the proximity would make it that much more difficult for him to fire. That bright white blade flashed, sizzling with electrical charge as she struck once, before the trooper twisted away, trying to get a better bead on her and her second strike passed harmlessly by.

The squad opened fire, some shots accurate, some shots not so much. For now, SK-743 held his position with the squad setting up a base of suppressing fire to set the stage for flanking. These were basic tactics drilled into their heads, so he /knew/ another squad was already moving into position. <"Keep blasting them!"> Screamed SK-743, and although his shot doesn't find purchase, it was enough to suppress those intending them harm!

Flex'ka drums his fingers on the lightsaber hilt in his hand, the cold metal doing its best to freeze the shapeshifter's hand. Icy blue eyes fix on a trooper as the Sith acolyte marches forward, pulling a trooper out of cover physically before incapacitating the poor soldier with a precise cut in the upper arm and another in the upper leg. This time the bright red blade stays up, as its wielder is essentially among unfriendlies, even if their numbers are steadily dropping.

Still in poor positioning, working for their targets and for each clear shot, the Sith Troopers down the line with 4805 are able to do little more than provide a distractionary measure and covering fire while blasts lance back and forth, filling the air with streaks of crimson that illuminate the Sith Troopers and pant the landscape with blood.

Forward DP-0616 continues to march, his blaster rifle chirping angrily at whatever his barrel decides to steady on long enough to send a lance of crimson energy toward. He is silent, advancing toward the incoming volume of fire. If he died, it was in service. If he lived, then that means he killed their enemies. It's a win-win, really. Therefore the trooper continues to march ahead, taking care not to strike those armed with lightsabers in among the Republic positions.

The fighting is pitched and there are brilliant flashes of reds, blues and greens that go screaming across the battlefield that has been chosen today. There are a few of the Republic Troops that are starting to peel off, probably for getting themselves out of here. They may have been told to evac. Those that are remaining make their shots true, hitting Shivan, AK and DP. A few of the crimson armored troopers fall over in a heap of heavy armor, but don't move to pick up the weapons that slipped from their grips. Tamsin, Flex and SK are sparred any holes this time.

There's a small group of troopers left. They just need to make it through them...or try to get them to surrender.

The Knight did not leave off her attack, as she continued forward, moving to place herself so that the remaining troops could have clear sight of her. The voice that came from the helmet, modulated by the vocorder was flat, with an odd, sibilant quality. She did not lower her weapon, though she did address the few, "Place your weapons down and surrender. There is no victory for you here today." She made no promises in regards their futures.

Diplomacy worked when all sides agreed to a cease fire, but SK-743 observed many of his brethren get taken down and found a little more room in his heart to hate. The Knight of Ren offered the Republic an out they didn't deserve, so when they fought back, SK-743 gave a Republic soldier something they did deserve. A bolt catches the face of the trooper, bursting out the back of their head in a cloud of pulverized red mist. <"Surrender or Death!"> He screamed!

Flex'ka turns his head at Tamsin's improbable offer of surrender, so caught off-guard by such a simple statement that he turns back and swings his lightsaber wildly at one of the troopers that didn't surrender. The tip catches a bit of durasteel wall, sending sparks into the room, but no troopers fall.

Such is the fate of those soldiers who stand. While others are able to spear beams of coherent light into the republic scum, others who serve a more noble cause are pierced. Thrown down, smoking armor plates testament to how far they were able to go before being struck down in similar manner of their foes.

4805 is caught in his shoulder, thrown to one side and barking orders all the while as the men and women armored and around him keep up the fight. Several follow suit with AX as he draws a frag sphere from his belt, <"Second line! Grenades! THROW!"> a series of blinking, beeping orbs go out and the explosions leave another republic trooper missing from the battlefield and named on the next casualty list.

Bravery - or stupidity - only goes so far in a warzone, more often than not. When DP-0616 gets double penetrated by Republic blaster bolts, he crumples without ceremony to the ground only a few yards from their respective position. Even if that position has dwindled to only a handful of fighters. The trooper reaches out for his blaster rifle; though anyone watching him reach weakly for it, fingers clutching and clutching and clutching from yards away without drawing any closer already know that the trooper's out of the fight. He finally goes still, his arm stretched out in a fruitless effort to arm himself and continue the fight. Unfortunately his time in the fight is over.

Vix takes out the last Trooper that wasn't going to lay down arms. The other two aren't attacked. Surrendering enemies don't hold much of a threat when they are unarmed and hands are going up to show that they aren't. Shivan's yellow gaze flicks over things and then she nods off to where the others had retreated already. "Take a group and go to make sure that they have left the planet. If the Ardex wants to blow them out of space the Captain will decide that." she states. She doesn't move to attack the two surrendered. She simple disengages the lightsaber and places it back on her belt before she goes to check on their other members. Making sure those that needed medics got to them.

As the fight seemed to go out of the republic forces, the Knight waited, only a moment, watching the remains of the force the First Order had arrayed themselves against. Such a waste of valuable resources. There were many of the republic forces lying dead on the ground, but as the Knight turned her head to survey the remaining allied troops, her masked gaze seemed to linger on the body of a trooper, now dead, eternally reaching for his weapon. In the break of silence following the battle, she turned back to study the remaining, and now unarmed republic forces, and then she stepped aside, her weapon snapping off as she headed towards Shivan. That modulated voice vibrated on the air, "SK-743, execute the prisoners." Blood was taken, blood was owed.

<"Yes ma'am. Right away, ma'am.">

The Sergeant wasn't one to question orders, so when told to do something, he stepped forward without hesitation and made a gesture with his hand. Two troopers followed and covered down on the survivors, leveling the blasters. <"Fire."> The Sergeant ordered, followed by the chorus of blaster fire that filled the small silence after. The survivors were shot in the head, then several times through their bodies to ensure there was no possibility of survival. The troopers looked to the Sergeant who made a subtle head gesture for them to fall back in place. The Sergeant pivoted about, marching back to his squad to take his place in the rank again.

The last troopers down, under the hands of ad-hoc execution detail, the silence allows 4805 and his command a chance to glance towards the Sith and Knights while they pick themselves up or begin field stripping the dead. Allowing 743 to handle those official matters while they tended others.

<<"AX-4805, Reporting - Stripping casualties and returning for new assignment or to report to medical.">> one arm hanging while smoke pours from crimson armor, AX keeps up his pace - doing his best to keep his blaster at ready posture, even if he can't likely fire now. Saluting with functioning hand over heart, <<"For the Empire.">>

Flex'ka gives the surrendered trooper a look, dripping with disdain for their surrender. He walks backwards towards his allies for a few steps, turning on a heel and disengaging the lightsaber in his hand before clipping it to his belt again. At least the thick leather will stop the freezing cold from permeating through his tunic. Turning to Shivan, he questions, "Did we take the station? Any holdouts?" he offers, an attempt to weed out every last bit of resistance. It's a big station after all.

Shivan watches the two that had surrender be executed and there is a look to one of the other troopers as AX goes to pass, "Make sure he gets to medical." she nods off towards where those that need to see doctors can go. "I'll go report our progress to his Lordship." she states. There's a dip of her head to Tamsin and the others before she starts to trek back over the bodies off the dead.

This had been a long campaign and she was ready to get back to the Temple on Khar.