Nar Shaddaa

[Tilt07]

On 4/11/2022 at 8:05 PM, Atrid Torsen said:

       Fiochmar listens to Mavanger as he speaks nodding in understanding of the direction given to him.  "Yes Master, as you say so shall it be done!" Fioch points to the remaining Sith infantry and snaps. "You lot with me we have our marching orders lets go!" He barks out and takes off in the direction of the escape pods at a run with the rest of the Sith Infantry on his heels, as they're on the way out he hears the sound of a battle happening behind him stopping momentarily to gaze upon the events unfolding. Watching the first few exchanges with a look of wide eyed interest he eventually shakes his head back and forth bringing himself to reality again.

       

       "Everyone on my heels now let's get our job done for the Empire!!!" Fiochmar shouts leading his men from the area and in the direction of the escape pods or rather the direction he feels they'd be in. This is his first real task for the Empire and his first mission ever to complete and he's on his own. He turns that anxiety, fear, and nervousness into the power of rage and anger and uses that to fuel his ambitions and desires to complete the mission and prove himself worthy of the teachings. His steps measured and fast, he moves with a sense of purpose and fueled by his rage and his recent communing with the dark side he uses this to fuel his movements and his muscles to move faster and with more dexterity.  His body energized and reinvigorated as his adrenaline pumps, a grin on his face as he turns a corner leaving the hanger bay.

          

 

What started as a way back to command for further orders turned into a nightmare. In one instant, Tilt was looking over his weapon as he, his brothers and other soldiers were being delivered via transport shuttle to the Misericordia however the next he was stirring on the ground. He felt his body being dragged hurriedly and distant shouting, everything seemed like a daze. And then he was sat up against a surface and someone ripped the Clones helmet off and started to slap his face while screaming at him as well. 

 

Tilt looked over as his hearing was slowly regaining, bolts of blues and greens and reds soared through the air of a shuttle bay, one of the ships attempting to take off was shot down by two rockets, one at the thrusters and another at the cockpit taking the pilots out immediately. His head was forced back to the young soldier who was still shouting, and he could the end of, "-we can't take you if you're not awake, get up!" 

 

With a grunt Tilt shoved the soldier back and slid his helmet back on. He quickly checked his surroundings to see that the other Clones weren't nearby but that the Rebel and Remnant forces were being pushed back. Tilt hefted the WESTAR blaster which had been slung around his shoulder, realizing the dire situation. They were behind supply crates, and the number of soldiers left against the Sith forces were one to four. This was not good at all. The young soldier shouted a few things and the forces started to pull back to a doorway nearest to them. 

 

The Clone Captain only followed suit covering fire for whomever were left. Tilt immediately darted for the door itself, luckily shots on him were missed. As soon as he and one other were through the sliding door was sealed shut with someone already rigging the ceiling with explosions. The Clone Captain counted five, excluding himself and the person lodging grenades into the metallic light fixtures and anywhere he could. A Corellian Rebel spoke up first in an urgent tone, "H-Hey! Where's the sarge? He was right behind us, wasn't he?!"

 

The young man who had woken Tilt up replied, "Got gunned down. Our South side of the hangar bay was hot hard, the Northern opposite last I saw was holding up their position well. Other than that, we need to reinforce other positions, possibly anywhere that's being suppressed. Thompson, I need you to dig into the ship's diagnostics and see where we are needed. Kray, are the explosives set?" 

 

The Mon-Kal demolitionist turned and said, "Ready. The ceiling for ten feet should come down from this, preventing anyone from trying to crack through." 

 

"Right, good then. And you," The Corellian turned to Tilt who looked back at him, "You're lucky we got you outta there. Sith forces have breached the ship, I'm.not sure how everyone else is gonna hold out there but I can only pray. What's-" 

 

"Corporal, someone's trying to sabotage the escape pods!" Thompson said, looking through a datapad he had built into his gauntlet. 

 

The 'Corporal' cleaned his head and replied, "Are there any forces heading there?" 

 

"Negative… Not sure if whoever was there was taken out or if no one's caught it yet. I'm looking through a live feed right now." 

 

"Damnit!" The Corporal said through gritted teeth, then looked to Tilt, "You, I'm not certain who you are but we could probably use your help. You're coming with me and Corporal Lance Kray'Fesh. The rest of you, listen up! You'll report immediately to the nearest point of defense. Help anyone out on the way, this ship needs all the help we can get." 

 

"With all due respect, "Sir," but I don't think it's a good idea to split, what if we all-" One of the Privates of the group was cut off immediately. 

 

"-I don't care what you think, right now we have multiple breaches on board. We have scattered groups across the ship that need the help, so shit up, and follow orders. Kray, Soldier, you're with me!" 

 

Before anyone else could protest, they set off to the AO where the pods would be. They sprinted hard and every now and again would stop to take out Sith forces, aid whoever on the way, and push forward. Tilt was silent most of the time unless he was "giving and order" which greatly affected their teamwork in a beneficial way. He was a veteran of warfare, CQC more specifically, and had done sweeps across facilities and tight spaces whilst rushing an objective. Their team was narrowed down to two when Kray was hit hard in the leg, the Corporal quickly covering for him as Tilt finished the small squad of enemies. 

 

"You should get him back to a medic, I can handle this." Tilt said solemnly, not bothering to look back as he had his sights aimed down the hall. 

 

"Negatory, we're gonna-" The Corporal started, but Tilt had his turn to cut someone off now. 

 

"Captain Tilt of the former Grand Army of the Republic, now Captain of the Ground Forces of the Imperial Remnant and Rebel Alliance. I'm giving you an order to move back, I can handle this, Corporal." Tilt, without giving the individuals time to react pushed onward to his objective. He ran as fast as he could, thankfully running into no one in particular until reaching the operation point. The bay where the escapes were in was a medium sized room (going based off of assumptions here), while it has plenty of space it had no doors allowing immediate access to whomever. 

 

Tilt had taken cover behind a crate in an upper level of the room, pillars scattering the back of the elongated room that acted as supports for the second level with two sets of stairs. He waited for his opportunity aiming his semi-auto blaster for where the enemy was supposedly supposed to come through. The moment he allowed the first several individuals to enter, he would start the fun by downing them quickly. 

 

[Tilt07]

On 4/22/2022 at 2:42 PM, Atrid Torsen said:

     Fiochmar waits for the a doors to open grinning when they hiss open he rolls his neck and raises that Vibrosword and Vibroaxe twirling them. He looks to the remaining Infantry with him and smirks. "You lot out, continue on to the objective. This one's mine I got him!" Fioch grins as the crimson skinned man looks out to the new arrivals. He too ducks behind cover for the briefest of moments. "Ah how cute a blaster, what cant handle something...a bit more up close and personal?!" The taunt is shouted out as Fiochmar starts to channel his rage and fear channeling all those darker emotions to fuel the force it's at this point that he breaks from his place of cover and charges  towards where Tilt hides behind the crate.

 

       Running at full speed as his men start to engage the other troops blaster bolts flying in flashes of red green and blue as Fioch keeps his target in sight . He leaps over a few of the crates here and there closing the gap between them. "Fight me like a man!" He shouts his feet moving at a speed that is faster than most men could ever dream of running. "It's time to fight, and time for you to go down along with your false Empress!" His last words spoken as he closes the distance to about half, his foot work sure and steady his strides a measured surety and grace of one confident in their cause. Blades raised and at the ready moving ever closer to Tilt.

 

 

((1))

 

Tilt had downed two more men, reinforcements on his end, Imperial Stormtroopers had arrived and clashed with the enemy that were pouring in. Bolts of green and red scattered the room, he was firing at several targets in succession and was about to shoot another until a few blaster bolts struck the metal crate causing him to take cover. He had a better advantage on the high ground as on now, it'd be hard to hit the Clone Captain while he has cover and multitudes of blasters pointed in the hostiles direction. And he was about to start firing again until he heard someone shout, "Ah how cute a blaster, what cant handle something...a bit more up close and personal?!"

 

"What?" Tilt states absentmindedly as he witnessed an individual with dual vibroweapons, an axe and a sword, charging at him. If it were any normal person he could have easily shot them, however they were moving faster than he could properly comprehend. Damn! Tilt was quick to toss away his rifle, active his gauntlet shield and pull his dual pistols, firing a good few rounds. In the moments what seemed like seconds, he clicked a grenade making it live and let it drop from his waist, backing up quickly as he continues to fire his pistols. 

 

Right now he was trying to gain some distance, he wasn't trying to blow up the individual- which would be great, but the moment he'd pass the explosive it would at least hit the warrior in the back enough to knock him off balance. But that speed was closing in on the Clone rather quickly, and realizing that a collision was inevitable, Tilt threw away a pistol and quickly pulled his lightsaber for the inevitable CQC. He had yet to activate it, only possibly less than seconds. 

[Tilt07]

((Due to the wait on the post I've been given the go ahead to end things... Sorry bud))

 

When the grenade went off behind the speeding individual it would blast them off balance, the pistols that the Clone tossed away clattered around him as he had activated the lightsaber. In the instant he prepared himself Tilt raised his shield and saber and allowed the individual to strike home from above, the force of the dual weapons causing the Clone to grunt, but there was no time to waste. The individual was quick in movements but Tilt knew what his attack was going to be judging by their body language, he blocked the axe with his shield and angled his blade to barely parry the vibrosword away, a trick he picked up when fighting alongside Jedi during the Grand Republic. 

 

As soon as the sword was parried the foe was moving forward and pressing their attack however their eagerness allowed to knock the swing axe away by Tilt, block the sword again and bash the rushing man in the solar plexus causing them to stumble back and for the Clone to move in. Tilt was the one moving forward now keeping the man off balance as he worked at kicking the legs and swinging with his lightsaber, but the man had other ideals and used the Force to slightly knocked the Clone back. As soon as he regained a proper fighting stance Tilt was once again being pushed back by the foe who wildly swung their weapons, this time out of pure anger from being pushed themselves. This was not good, I need to end this now, thought the Clone. 

 

When Tilt slipped up by stepping wrongly on a foot, the dual wielder attempted for the opening blow only for the Clone to drop and spin at the same time, the shield once again blocked one overhead attack while the sword narrowly missed the Clones head. Tilt spun only once as he dropped and his saber swung outward cutting deep into the foes legs, this in turn caused the enemy to collapse, however they still tried to attack. A powerful Force push sent the Clone against the wall, and through the Force did the man rise up and despite his injuries he was standing and stumbling his way over to the downed Clone. Tilt had other ideas for the horrifying display, he chucked a grenade when he got back up, the small explosive closed the nine foot distance but just before it would hit the foe they used the Force to grab it midair. 

 

The Sith Apprentice grinned, just before he could send the grenade back Tilt used his gauntlet blaster and shot the device causing a close explosion in the foes face. This both knocked out the individual and disfigured their face and torso, it left mortal wounds. Tilt collected his twin pistol blasters and was about to end the Sith until a solid bolt struck his left shoulder pauldron. The remaining Sith forces were being pushed out however a small trio were making their way up the stairs delivering heavy fire. Tilt used his blasters and was firing back, taking cover behind a met crate. Two of the soldiers collected the wounded Apprentice as one continued to lay covering fire keeping the Clone pinned, but as they left the Rebel-Imperial units pushed the Sith out of the area. The Clone had collected the vibro-axe as a souvenir, primitive but nonetheless it was proof he'd defeated a Sith Apprentice... Or just some psycho raging with ketamine. 

 

Tilt immediately got a heads up over his comms, Thumper and Riggs were alive but evacuated as the Sith Empire had successfully laid waste to the rest of the ship. Of course, why not? Tilt was shouted by another soldier for evac, and he quickly followed them as they gathered the rest of the survivors and made their way to escape pods. All units were being evacuated, many would not make it but the remaining would. Once they were in the pods, they launched safely away from the ship, two vessels seeming to close in on its position. 

[Tilt07]

When the remaining pods launched Tilt had to help strap in one of the Imperial Remnant Privates while the soldier was helping his CO make a tourniquet for a rapidly bleeding arm. The Sargeant had been shot by a blaster bolt right in his firearm which ripped it to shreds almost. Tilt and the five other passengers in the pod- a tight squeeze- were contacted by the nearby Ancillary Justice. Apparently they weren't meeting the ground just yet. 

 

The pod was guided to the vessel in which it entered the hangar where other pods were as well. The hatch was popped open and the wounded were let out first whilst the full functioning soldiers were next. Tilt was the last to exit, however upon inspection of the various engineers and personnel he didn't see his brothers. The Clone contacted them via comm link and affirmed that they had successfully reached the ground and were helping the chaos thereof. It was just him for right now.

 

Tilt, with his WESTAR Rifle on his back with the vibro-axe, and his pistols and saber hilted, headed to the nearest officer he'd seen. It wasn't hard to notice the Clone Trooper as his armor, deep charcoal gray and accepted orange, stood out from other troopers and soldiers. He felt out of place, even more so hauling around an arsenal of weapon and am axe to top it all off. 

[Tilt07]

15 hours ago, Vangar said:

@Qessax Jal ToddaddaTodda

((Note from Tilt- Sooo the site won't let me delete what's above, wasn't trying to quote you or anything. Sorry))

 

 

A brisk salute was offered by the Lieutenant-wearing Bespin Wing Guard Bothan who looked less-than thrilled to be bothered by yet another rescue @Tilt07.

 looked the clone-era soldier up and down with a raised eyebrow. Even as he sought to stifle any sort of amusement at the sight the Bothan’s  fur rippled. Not a lot of time to feel such a situation out and many rebels were wearing whatever they could get their hands on. Whoever this particular rescue was, he was of some military designation. “Name, rank, serial number, shift assignment, you know the drill soldier,” the Bothan grumbled as he tapped at a datapad in his hand. “COs and other ranked officers are being escorted to the bridge for debriefing other soldiers, airmen, and combatants are to report to Level 12, Cafeteria 2 for nourishment at this time. If you are associated with the Sith war fleet your surrender may be offered now and you will be provided adequate care and  sustenance as you are now in the custody.” The man looked over his datapad at Tilt with a glare as he regarded the heavily armed man. “Resistance is futile.” He added as a pair of guards materialized behind him, rifles in hand. 
 

Short of admitting he was a Sith or refusing to provide adequate identification, the solitary clone trooper would join a group of whichever group he belonged to. If he chise the first he would be escorted to the waiting room off the bridge with several other commanding officers plucked from space, offered a steaming cup of caf, and briefed as to what was currently going on concerning the fleet, the Ancillary Justice, the Empress, and ongoing rescue efforts. There they would be allowed to ask questions and input realtime data as to what they knew. If the second option was chosen, a crowded cafeteria with heaping plates of warm Bespinian food would be found. Lines of soldiers and crowded tables surrounded by the din of loud conversation as stories were swapped  and comrades in arms located their battle buddies.

 

Tilts brow rose when the individual spine to him, although the brow couldn't bee seen under the helmet. He could answer like a smartass but needed to be professional about this, he found difficulty not to give a snarky answer. Then again they were in the middle of a war, and acting like Riggs was not going to get him anywhere. So without further ado, Tilt said, "Tilt, Captain of the 431st Legion, CT-0207; infiltration, air assault, reconnaissance, sabotage, espionage, and close quarters combat. I was under direct orders from Kolchak to board the Misericordia, however we were evacuated as the ship went under. I'm assuming that's it, yes? I'll make my way to the other officers then." 

[Tilt07]

”Welcome Captain,” Tilt heard a strong low woman’s voice called out from a podium at the head of the table before a real time screen that displayed the naval battlefield outside. “Please tell us what you know of the Misercordia. What did you see? Do you know anything of the Empress? The battle goes poorly. Sith and Allied craft alike flee the battle, hundreds of thousands more are dead including Grand Moff Kolchak. Where are your men?”

 

Tilt situated himself at the empty seat after being guided by a service droid. He took off his helmet as the droid delivered a steaming cup of caf. He hated black caf, but it was better than stagnant water and it woke him up. Sugar, sweetener and creams were for R&R. He set the helmet to his side revealing the face of a Republic Clone and his expression was clearly showing that he didn't want to be there. 'Swallow it up, p*@#y.'

 

"What I know of the ship was that it was overrun with Sith forces. Imperial and Rebel personnel were being pushed back, messy business, I was knocked for a minute when our transport was shot down within the hangar and my squad and I got separated. From there a small group and I had gathered whoever we could and sealed one of the exits that would further prevent additional enemy units from entering and taking allowed forces by surprise. When one of the combat engineers hacked into the ships security mainframe they reported that Sith were trying to sabotage the escape pods, that's where I and others stopped them, afterward we were ordered to immediately evacuate the ship. My squad got out and are on the ground now, but as for the Kolchak? I heard he died, last time anyone said anything, I don't know how accurate that is."

 

Tilt shook his head as he downed more than half the mug of caf, it was hot and it stung his throat all the way down to his belly. It hurt, but it woke him up and allowed him to focus via pain, "As far as I know of the Empress? Nothing. Just that the main control room was compromised. That's all the information I have, Ma'am, I wish there was more I could give."