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Winta

*Come to me now!* she called to Preach using the force.

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Preach

It was clear that he hadn't thought they would gain control of the blast doors so quickly. He had intended to buy them some more time.

Realizing that was an error, he slipped and slid reversing his way back the way he had just started. He used his saber to the best of his ability preventing any additional blaster shots.

He was working with a team and he had to remember that.

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The green Tibanna gas giant Kril'dor, at the fringe of the Western Reaches.

Orbiting the planet is a space station, looking like a grey alloy spike. Colossus.

It is surrounded by an armada of starships, starfighters, freighters, frigates.

The Millennium Falcon drops out of hyperspace and banks into a circuit of the space station.

In the cockpit, Lando Calrissian whistles in awe of the assembled citizens' fleet.

"Would you look at that!" He says to Chewbacca in the co-pilot seat.

Like Lando, Chewbacca peers out at the ships though seems less impressed, grumbling to himself.

"Every pirate, smuggler, every bounty hunter and rebel without a cause in the Western Reaches!" Lando notes as they pass an old VCX-100 light freighter he recognises.

Chewie grumbles louder this time, turning to Lando. The old Socorran gambler smirks, saying "Well that was below the belt." to which the Wookiee chuckles.

On their starboard, a yellow chopshop fighter pulls alongside. It looks like an X-Wing collided with a Z-75 Headhunter. A fresh young voice hails them.

«Millennium Falcon, this is Kaz Xiono of Colossus Aces Squadron. I hope you have some news for us, Lando, because people here are getting fired up.»

Lando and Chewie swap an awkward look.

"Sorry Kaz." Replies Lando, "I got the Mining Guild to join us but... no co-ordinates yet."

Kaz sounds disappointed, afraid, «I don't know how much longer we can hold this thing together.»

Chewie sighs, sharing Kaz's concern but Lando hides any doubts he has.

"Rey will come through for us, Kaz," he says, "trust me."

Lando knows that the Resistance, the Free Galaxy, are relying on more than Rey and her team. Somewhere amongst the stars, a team of Force Awakened are trying to destroy the First Order's most insidious weapon and unsilence hypercomms. So much depends on the Ghidrah mission that only Resistance Command are aware of it.

Since returning from Pasaana, that number includes Lando Calrissian. But he has a very good Sabacc face and redirects.

"Is this everyone?" He asks Kaz.

«The navies of Mon Cala and Hynestia are on standby in other systems, though hypercomms are a mudscuffer. We even have a Guavian Death Fleet waiting for the greenlight.»

"Guavians!? How'd you drag those Gank-killers into this?" Says Lando, grinning.

«I kinda just told them I'd be at the fight and after that they were keen to be there.»

"Hah, you got some nerve---"

Chewie interrupts with a growl, adjusting his headset and dialling in a knob on the console.

Lando looks excited, "What?"

Outside in the yellow starfighter, Fireball, Kaz mutes the comlink to the Millennium Falcon as his Astromech droid starts jabbering in excitement.

"What is it, Ceebee? Um, I should get ready to be impressed!?"

Teal and orange CB-23 relays the message coming in over hypercomm, Kaz reading it aloud as it scrolls across the ticker in the cockpit.

"'Make all speed to the destination. Be prepared for battle on arrival. Everyone's existence depends upon it. The Resistance cannot be silenced'---

"Stars!" Kaz gasps, "This is the package. Co-ordinates, vectors, the shortcut to Exegol--- Lando!!"

In the Millennium Falcon Lando and Chewie are already cheering and laughing.

"We got the message, Kaz..." Lando says into the comlink, catching his breath.

Chewie woofs and nods to the portside. Every ship in the citizens' fleet is adjusting angle to the new astrogation co-ordinates.

Lando grins, all white teeth and moustache.

"Everyone got the message."

Pressing buttons, he loads the data package into the ship's navicomputer and gives it an affectionate pat. If Vuffi's still in there, they'll need her tenacity for this next jump!

That done, Lando looks to Chewbacca.

"If Han could see us now, hey, Chewie?"

The Wookiee nods silently, still feeling loss, anger.

"That Emperor better have another life up his sleeve; it's our turn to strike back." Says Lando.

Chewbacca growls in fierce agreement, twisting a lever to vent tachyons in preparation for the jump to lightspeed.

The hypercomms work; they've been patchy for years. Lando spares a thought for the Resistance team who've slain Ghidrah, praying aloud: "Let's hope the team who got the message out get themselves out."

He opens a channel to his fleet:

"Citizens' fleet, this is the Millennium Falcon. Synchronise rate at one and follow me in. Have your finger on the trigger and may the Force be with us."

The Millennium Falcon zooms into hyperspace.

The Fireball jumps.

Thousands of starships, of all shapes and sizes and allegiances jump.

The Battle of Exegol awaits.

[I'll post in your storyline tomorrow hopefully and we'll find out if Smoke Team can hold the turbolaser turret... and what they're going to shoot with it!]

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Bastian and the gunner butt helmets, grappling on the floor until Sirra steps in and strikes the gunner across the base of the neck with an Echani chop.

"Dank Farrik!" Swears Bastian, straightening his helmet and dragging himself to his feet, "They didn't design flight helmets for hand-to-hand combat."

Red plasma bolts zip into the room from the security corridor, punching holes in the wall.

Winta sends an impulse to Preach using the Force, Sirra just shouts. The message is the same: Pull back!

Preach tags another Mountain Trooper with deflected blaster fire but the Special Forces pilot is too fast. Supernaturally so... Preach can sense the Force reacting to the pilot's subconcious control. A Force Awakened!?

As the old Jedhan man stops advancing, the First Order stop shooting. At the same time, they back away from the end of the corridor as if intimidated by Preach and his humming violet blade.

But it's not just Preach they're scared of. A long-limbed, red combat droid steps into the opening, fixing Preach with a pair of goggle-like red eyes.

The hiss of energy through kyber crystals and the droid ignites two glowing red lightsabers, one in each hand.

Preach has heard stories from Professor Huyang. Of a lightsaber duel between Master Anakin Skywalker and a red combat droid, the EG-5 Jedi Hunter. It fought Skywalker to a standstill and the Jedi General had to use Force powers to hamper and kill it.

It charges just as Preach Force-jumps backwards into the gunnery; Sirra hits the emergency lockdown and the blast doors slam shut.

Preach is safe inside with the rest of Smoke Team. Although the corner of his robe is trapped in the blast doors. A little too close!

"Thanks for the assist." Bastian says to Sirra with a glad smile, binding the KO'ed gunner's wrists behind his back. Without looking up, Bastian asks, "How long will those doors hold 'em?"

As if in answer, a spot on the blast doors starts to glow red than yellow hot. The droid's cutting through.

They have maybe 10 minutes.

Having finished binding the technician on the upper floor, Winta can drop down and join the others.

Gain control of the turbolaser turret. Objective complete.

Next objective, select priority target in the operating base and destroy with turbolaser.

Secondary objective: Access Imperial hypercomms terminal using code cylinder from junior officer in interrogation room. Find information on Lt Col Relnard of the First Order for J.B..

Although Smoke Team are sealed inside the XX-10 turbolaser turret, there is an external hatch on the upper floor. That could be an escate route. It could also be an entry point for Jet Troopers.

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Preach

He nodded in thanks for the assistance with the doors. If they had closed them while he was outside. He shuddered in contemplation. He was not the Master Jedi or the General nor Skywalker.

He attempted to extract his robe from the heavy blast doors. If it wouldn't come he would have to use his already humming violet blade. Either way getting away from the heating metal seemed prudent.

Objective is partially complete. He asks the obvious question "what shall we shoot?"

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Winta

"Not the hanger - there's stuff we need in there."

"But we could start by toasting any tie fighters outside."

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Sirra

“While you figure out what to shoot I’ve got a bit of a data dive to do. Then we’ve got to jet before more guests join the party.”

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"Bastian?" She enquired. "Can you make this shoot?" She indicated the turret gun.

"I'd like to take out the tie fighters."

"Preach, can you watch the door? There may be an opportunity to counterattack through the cut already made."

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Preach

He nods and moves into position to ambush the glowing spot on the door. Soon enough he will have an opportunity.

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Bastian salutes, "Yes, ma'am!" and hustles into the gunner's seat, reaching down to grab the dead petty officer's code cylinder.

"First shot should smoke one TIE but after that this turret'll never be able to track 'em.

"So what target second? The comms relay?" Bastian asks Winta.

The red tip of the droid's lightsaber emerges from the blast doors, molten metal dripping from its wake. Might this be the first time Preach has faced a lightsaber outside of training, despite his old age?

Meanwhile, upper level. Sirra steps over the stunned, inert form of a First Order technician, hands bound behind his back with bonding tape.

The old Imperial terminal has been uplinked to the current era's HoloNets, including the First Order's internal HoloNet.

A light grid scans Sirra's face to ensure she's not a droid and inserting the junior officer's code cylinder gives her First Order clearance.

First of all though, she's surprised to see breaking news flashing on Galaxy Beacon channel. The planet Kijimi has been destroyed by the Final Order but where are the Resistance? The channel even replays the Resistance distress signal from the Battle of Crait.

Under Ghidrah's control, a newsflash like this would never be received intact all the way out in the Unknown Regions.

Does this mean...?

Smoke Teams' comlinks crackle to life. The reception is weak, probably bounced off of the Bargon Flit to avoid passing through the length of the mountain range.

It's Mirror Team. Amos's voice:

«Mirror Team calling Smoke. Mission Accomplished. Bug out!»


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winta

"OK, Bastian, toast the ties. Everyone, we're bugging out via the hatch upstairs. We'll space ourselves out and throw Bastian up level by level for speed."

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Preach

"Communication will hamper their attempts to coordinate as well. But Ties are definitely a priority."

Turning he considers the droid coming through the door. He hadn't fought with a lightsaber as a jedi since the awakening. He put those thoughts out of his mind, he felt the force that would be his ally in the coming conflict.

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Sirra searches the First Order's HoloNet for information on J.B.'s colonel.

Nothing in the feeds so she checks logs using a shortcut she knows from back in the day.

If she can find a mention of the name, she can backtrack from there, and in short order Sirra's serving up a

In short order, Sirra's dug up a repulsorsled of info and probably wishing 2BB-2 was with her to store some of it.

Lieutenal Colonel M.J. Relnard was an officer in the First Order. He commanded the special operations group supplying illicit arms to the enemies of the New Republic during the Amaxine Warrior Crisis.

Relnard's Maxima-A heavy cruiser was eventually located by the Resistance and destroyed in deep space. He survived in an escape pod; later recovered by a Starlight freighter piloted by a female Lethan Twi'lek (name omitted).

The record is hazy on this next point but the escape pod's transponder led the First Order Security Bureau to Ryloth where they discovered Relnard alive and consorting with the Twi'lek that had saved him.

This was not only a dereliction of duty but also proscribed by the First Order's High Human dogma. Stormtroopers attempted to arrest Relnard resulting in a violent confrontation at a bath-house.

A grenade was detonated by blaster fire, Relnard knocked unconscious and captured.

Unlike the Empire, the First Order doesn't stage trials. Relnard was mind probed then scheduled for ceremonial beheading by laser axe. He was spared by special request of one Admiral Avaric.

She was recruiting agents to infiltrate corporations in the Nubus System but they must not be squeemish around aliens.

Relnard's deviancy made him perfect for the job. Following re-education aboard the Supremacy, he was despatched to the Nubus System and is now a senior executive at Industrial Automaton.

Sirra even has the address of his cloud apartment.

Meanwhile, Bastian checks the scopes and steers the turret.

Outside, two TIE/sf fighters come screaming through the mountains on combat patrol. The XX-10 turbolaser turret turns smoothly on its blockish tower, muzzles tracking the fighters.

There's a flash of high-grade green plasma and one of the TIEs is obliterated, falling from the yellow sky in a shower of smoking debris.

More green plasma bolts threaten the second TIE but it accelerates and drops to the nape of the earth, evading.

Inside, Bastian growls in frustration, adjusting the skew on the targeting computer.

"Too damn fast! You want me to keep on it or line up something else." He asks without looking up.

He might not receive an immediate answer.

The Jedi Hunter is still cutting. Preach calming his mind, preparing his defence.

Sirra is concentrating on her search, so it's Winta who hears a noise at the external hatch on the upper level. A clang. Is someone outside, trying to get it?

Bastian still needs an answer, "Anyone?"

And what about Mirror Team? Will you confirm their message received, send a sitrep?

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"Communications is my vote, less coordination," he offers even though he still has his eyes closed staying prepared for the upcoming confrontation. His mind wandered though he wondered if they should make a run for it, almost in time with the clang on the hatch.

Turning his attention towards the clang he wondered if he could sense anyone he knew outside?

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"Thanks, Preach," she replied.

"Trash the comms next please Bastian," she called out to him. "Then we are off."


«Mirror Team, this is Smoke. Roger. We'll see if we can manage that.»

«You are not on the outside of the gun tower by any chance?» She asked.

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Sirra

"Done!" She calls out.

J.B. has been a naughty girl; seducing poor, innocent First Order colonels with her Twi'lek wiles!

Good for her. Still, Sirra wonders how emotionally attached J.B. is to this Relnard and what state of mind he'll be in after his re-education aboard the Supremacy.

That ship... dark memories. Sirra's glad Holdo fragged it.

The big news is that they've completed their mission though.

"Mirror Team got the message out!" She says, quitting out of the terminal and considering destroying it to cover her tracks.

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Smoke Team gets no solid reply from Mirror Team. Over comlink they hear blaster fire, incoherent shouts and unnerving, animalistic shrieks.

Wherever Mirror Team are, it's safe to assume they aren't outside the tower's exterior hatch.

Although Sirra's uncovered a lot of information for J.B., she needn't remember it all. Relnard's apartment address should suffice.

Winta appears besides Sirra on the upper level and they can both focus on the exterior hatch as its seals blow. A blue mag-field powers up, screening the opening to retain the atmosphere as two grimy Jet Troopers step inside, G125 launchers at the ready.

Meanwhile outside, the XX-10 turbolaser rotates on its tower, muzzles declining until they point across the operating base at the nerve centre, the communications relay.

"Relay this." Says Bastian, squeezing the trigger.

Plasma bolts thump into the dorsal antenna and track down, blasting dish sensors off of the roof and punching through armoured viewports.

Bastian strangles the trigger, as dust and debris explode from the relay and the whole thing starts to collapse on one side like an uncontrolled demolition.

Preach might ignite his lightsaber. The droid will be through in less than a minute. It's time for Smoke Team to vamoose so they might want to contact Bek, but will Preach fight a rearguard action?

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He hears the door seals blow above and knows that they don't have an easy way out. He relaxes into a comfortable stance knowing that this may well be the most taxing fight he has ever had with a lightsaber. He knows that The Force does more than just connect things, so he doesn't fear falling in battle, he just isn't planning on it.

The violet blade sparks to life as he prepares to do what is necessary to keep the rest of the team alive.

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She force pushes one trooper back out the hatch whilst igniting her sabre to cut down the other trooper.

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Drawing her ‘big gun’ she is no longer worried about being quiet, so a Sirra tries to help clear the field.

“If I don’t make it out of here and you do, remember this address for Jaybe.”(she gives the address)

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It's an address on Planet Nubia, the headquarters of several major technologic corporations. Coincidentally, also Lieutenant Bastian's home world.

No time to elaborate as the first Jet Trooper charges his launcher. Winta shoves her hand palm-out and across the room the Jet Trooper is flung back out of the hatch. Yelping, he misfires and a high-energy shell shoots from the launcher on a plume of smoke, hitting the ceiling.

The fiery blast reverberates through the interior, knocking Winta, Sirra and the second Jet Trooper to the floor.

The impact somehow reactivates Sirra's damaged cyber-eye. It starts flooding her optic nerve with prismatic light, and she realises she'll have to rip the eye out or be debilitated.

The impact also awakens the stunned technician, lying facedown and tied up with bonding tape. Deafened, he starts to scream loud and incoherently.

The second Jet Trooper slaps the side of his helmet to stabilise its optic processor but gets to his feet at about the same time as Winta.

The level below, the perfect circle of metal cut by the droid in suddenly propelled from the door. Kicked. It nearly crashes through the gunnery station and Bastian, but Preach is able to grab it mid-air with the Force and concerted effort.

"Need ten more seconds, Preach." He yells, sweat flicking from his nose as he dials in another target, "AT-AT's on the move!"

Acrid smoke rises from the burning metal hole in the door. Though it two red lightsaber blades appear and two glowing red eyes.

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Having grasped the flying chunk of blast door with the force, he tries to hang on to it long enough for the droid to make an entry. Then he returns the plate back at it with as much effort as he can muster.

He then presents his lightsaber to fight a delaying action to protect the team and possibly deal with the droid.

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Keeping her blade ahead of her to deflect any fire that comes her way whilst she does so, she force pushes the second trooper out of the door too, intending to follow up and get out of the hatch to give Sirra time to recover.

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Sirra grits her teeth and tenses, barely, however making a sound ... then reaches up to her face, grasps, and with a quick jerk rips out the implanted eye.

“Blasted thing was giving me a headache anyway.”

She niches the wall, punches her thigh, then stands up again.

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Winta raises her hand again but instead of a Force push, a torrent of blood rushes from her nose.

Focusing, she realises her visor is cracked and she's deaf in one ear. The overpressure from the Jet Trooper's high-energy shell.

The remaining Jet Trooper fires the central barrel of his G125. Standard blaster.

Winta blocks the first bolt unsteadily with her lightsaber but the second hits her in the chest.

She's thrown backwards by the impact and the Jet Trooper lines up on Sirra, just as she's lining up on him with her disruptor.

The DXR-6B is classed as a terror weapon in most systems. No Bacta tank's gonna reconstitute you after being hit by a disruptor.

The sizzling blue bolt explodes the Jet Trooper's head like someone had stuck a flash grenade in a can of Joppa stew.

And then Sirra finally torques the cyber-eye out of her eye socket. It was giving her a headache anyway.

The heavy thermo-shock padding in Winta's assault armour has a black, smoking hole in it but the woman beneath doesn't. She's alive, ribs bruised maybe cracked, maybe more serious organ damage. But alive.

Below them, the lower level. Bastian fires on the First Order AT-AT as it's departing for the Ghidrah bunker. The AT-AT trades fire using its head-mounted heavy laser cannons. The turret shakes but the turbolaser penetrates the AT-AT's armour first, gutting its troop-transporting belly. First Order troopers bail out, burning and screaming.

Cheering, Bastian jumps to his feet just as a round hunk of blast door flies by, propelled by the Force.

Preach's aim is good. Though the EG-5 ducks under the lethal projectile with inhuman agility, a Mountain Trooper behind it is crushed.

The droid attacks with its two Sith lightsabers, each a whirring circle of death. Preach parries parries dodges with a low counter. His blade glances off of the droid's chromed thigh and he realises its plated with some lightsaber-resistant alloy. Beskar?

Bastian draws both blaster pistols, yelling to Preach "All done!" as he riddles the turret's controls with autofire.

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