AC:K - Neckbreaker

[Kalladrrl]

The anti-air complex had been captured by the two members of the Black Hand, freeing the skies for their approach. The Wraith and her partner had distracted security forces on the planet with their income-threatening explosion. The system defense fleet was destroyed, along with a great deal of the Sith fleet as well. If nothing else, another ground team administered by the Black Hand had prevented further reinforcements from entering the fray.

He would deal with their fleet blunder later.

For now, he readied himself in the bay of the trooper lander, armored from head to toe in Sith battle armor and clad in his gold-trimmed cloak. The War Master had two lightsabers at his hip and a belt laden with three fragmentation grenades. Behind his back and affixed to his belt was a small leather satchel that contained a computer spike and a disk. On his right hand was the Gauntlet, his badge of office and his symbol of authority. His preparations were complete and yet he still surveyed screeds of information on the datapad as their ship closed on its target. Imperial Defence Forces were surrounding Kessendra like a noose, but the War Master, Warden Ward and another damn lieutenant were descending from orbit in Deliverers -- leading a whole damn pack of them, nine other craft descending from the atmosphere to land at key points of the city.

All of them, Blackguard elite, the best the regiment had to offer. Mixed squads of Shock Corps and Foreign Legion would fall upon them with their War Master at the head of the column while the IDF occupied and his diversions occupied them.

“These bloody pirates,” he announced stridently in Shyriiwook that would be translated through the earpieces they all wore. Twenty-seven Blackguards and the War Master’s elite accompaniment would hear him. “Have made us pay dearly to set foot upon Kessel. Will we repay them in kind?”

“Yes, War Master!” came a unified reply from the Blackguards, frenetic in their energy and spoiling for a fight.

“Will you show any mercy?”

“No, War Master!”

The Wookiee nodded, chuckling grimly in his helmet.

“Will you take any prisoners?” His question was announced in an almost amused tone and he felt a thrill of pleasure and pride run through him as they answered him in glorious unity.

“No prisoners!”

Their voices were passionate and yet they exercised a manic, well-drilled devotion to their craft.

Kalladrrl switched his commlink to broadcast to the elites only.

“Let’s review the objectives one more time. We’re looking to occupy the forces inside Kessendra to allow heavier equipment such as our armor to puncture their walls. If possible, I would like to assail a communications station to attempt a planetary broadcast and end this as early as we can.”

He fumed internally for a moment as he thought of what had transpired in the void above. He would not fail the Empress in the task he had crafted.

A voice chimed in on the commlink, the pilot speaking to the elite detachment.

“Two minutes 'til planetfall, my lord.”

The War Master made a wordless noise as he felt gravity’s touch upon him. The time had come for unrelenting fury the likes of which only Kalladrrl was capable.

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[Daevys Lancer]

Apparently one of the other members of this mission had gotten cold feet. After the debacle in the space above Kessel, Daevys couldn't blame the guy. He wasn't one of weak nerves, though, and had immediately volunteered to take the coward's place. With his Katarn armor, blaster pistol and vibrocutlass at his side, and holding his blaster rifle with grenades hidden in his armor, Daevys was ready to take on anything that came his way. The HUD in his armor would work well with his blaster rifle in increasing accuracy, plus he wasn't nervous at all for the impending fight. He'd braved storms aboard his family ship back on Serenno, a wooden construction that had no higher tech to it at all, making it just as deadly as it had been back in the ancient days. No, the Warmaster would find no fear in Daevys' eyes. He was ready to go, ready to fight. All he needed was the order.

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[Spencer Ward]

Spencer Ward was shocked to read the reports that came in reporting on the battle above Kessel. The Skyward Sword blown up. By those pirates. How... There was a lot that went wrong as well...Spencer was attached to that ship. The Skyward Sword wasn't just any Drexl Class Corvette, but was a unique one with a long history behind it, and went out in anti-climatic fashion. It was hard to believe, alas but that's what happened. The Sith Master and Judgement Warden was already slated to appear on this mission, having volunteered before it once the plans for Kessel were made apparent to the Sith.

Spencer was feeling livid with that development. Although the Skyward Sword can't be brought back, but sinking his lightsabers into these pirate scum might make him feel better. It's weird, The ex-Jedi Shadow has never really felt anger like this before. He is normally a reserved person and well put together. In spite of recent developments, he isn't going to let emotions compromise his performance however. In fact, it's something that gives him strength, as it feeds the Dark Side. The mission objectives are clear and the Sith will prevail and the pirates will be gone.

The Delievers are almost about to make planet fall. Spencer's lightsabers are ready and has the Force at his beck and call. Spencer has all his other standard equipment on him.

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[The Storyteller]

Theme​

The planet was dark and without any joy. Even at the best of times, the complex where the slavers were housed was all but merry. The regular movement of chattel kept things from being a swell party. That is not to say there were not time of rest and relaxation for the keepers. But it was a far cry from an enjoyable locale.

"These Imperial dog lovers are going to come in, and they're going to come in fast and hard." This warranted some smiles from the slavers. Some of them due to the lewd phrasing, others at the prospect of violence. "They're probably already on their way here. When they get here, don't hold back. I want to see their bodies piled so high that we have to get a bloody dozer to move them." The gruff voice at the head of the armory said. He emphasized it by spitting out the last stub of his cigara and brandishing his thunderbus pulse wave rifle.

They were all outfitted with bucaneer armor and had blaster rifles along with frag grenades, vibro blades and anything else each individual rapscalion decided to carry. Some men were sporting weapons that were exotic and as varied as their own ugly mugs. Moving out, the security of the local slave trade issued their commands to the other outposts for key defense. A hundred strong and dedicated fighters were ready to get their jollies out on some uniforms "impies" as they un-affectionately referred to them.

As they exited their buildings a few turned their eyes to the sky. Locally they had restricted any and all air traffic. Only strict transports and patrols were moving around the city limits at this time. Anything else ran the risk of getting shot out of the sky by the quad-derp tricycles. The moment the ships breached the cloud cover the guns began firing on the incoming ships. The opening anti-air fire only quickened the pace of the slavers as they found their positions, waiting for their own first chance to fight the imperial lap dogs.

 

[Kalladrrl]

“Mobile anti-air deployed,” came a commlinked message from their pilot. Kalladrrl grumbled throatily, frowning in thought before he responded.

“Pilots, raise shields, then pair off and have your gunners target their artillery. Zig zag to avoid fire before forming four landing groups.”

Shudders gripped the command vessel as machinery hummed to grant it a skin of deflection, g-forces gripping them as they began to accelerate and shimmy through the air to avoid the fire of the tricycles. The breaking up and pairing off of the landers would interrupt the planetside gunners’ attempts to track them easily.

This would have been even more difficult to execute had the anti-air installation not been seized to commenced this very operation.

Kalladrrl’s lander would make for the ground as his gunner peppered one of the tricycles with the support of another member of the small wolf pack that had assembled, three other landers moving in front of it to form a diamond of craft that would deploy its infantry payload to the ground.

“Repeaters.”

The War Master's voice was terse but cool as they made to touch down on the ground. Two Blackguards moved forward, bracing their weapons as landing gear touched down on sand ground, the mechanisms in the door groaning as light streamed in. As the crack widened, the troopers opened fire to suppress enemies, troopers moving under the curtain of blaster bolts to get boots in the ground with drilled proficiency that eliminated fear, hesitation and error from his soldiers. Anti-personnel weaponry would train on any approaching from the rear, pilots keeping their eyes open for any change in battlefield position.

Kalladrrl let eight Blackguards deploy from the lander before he strode into the ranks, igniting both his lightsabers to standard length, cloak billowing about him at his momentous step. He did not need to give orders to his companions; one was a Force adept of nearly unparalleled potential and the other? Kalladrrl was sure he'd keep the War Master and the Warden’s Intel at maximum completeness while taking command the platoon that deployed.

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[Spencer Ward]

Huh. Those are a thing? Those tri-cycles? Spencer took a quick stroll into the pilot seat of his Deliverer craft as laser canon fire would be ringing out.

Thankfully the Deliverer's are pretty hefty sized craft with military grade shields, while those tri-cycles are tiny little things with tiny light laser cannons. With the evasive maneuvers and formation the Warmaster ordered and the ineffectiveness of their weapons, the Deliverer's should make touch down no problem. The Deliverers had weapons to, they would use them on the tricycles. Because the tri-cycles are little more armored than your common civilian landspeeders, they should go down rather handily as the approach is being finished.

When the deliverer's would land, the Judgement Warden and Sith Master would begin to disembark at the chance. He would have two of his own lightsabers in his hand, the Force is at his heel ready to command as the good part of the battle is about to begin. His lightsaber blades will be ready to ignite. His senses are all stretched out for threats, he is fully aware of his surroundings.

Spencer ready to cull some pirates.

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