A Call for Help - SJO Dominion of Noverskaa (Hex AC26)SJO
Posted 02 January 2019 - 08:31 AM
Posted 03 January 2019 - 05:01 PM
Objective: 1, Hold the Line!
Allies: Asaraa Vaashe | Valkren Calderon | Syd Celsius | Kiso
Things had gotten tricky. Not impossible, never impossible. Yuroic had faith in his allies, things could get tough but they were battle hardened and plenty of experience in sticky situations. Even Asaraa, between his training with her and Josh's training, was prepared for situations shifting against them. Taking a deep breath, Yuroic used the Force to speed his movements as he took a strong Shien stance. Deflecting as many blaster bolts that dare to near him. Flying them back when possible and allowing his two Lightsabers to absorb the bolts when not. Sweat soon appeared on his brow as his body exerts a lot of energy blocking bolts hitting others. Grunting, he refuses to allow his people, his friends down.
Yuroic felt his limbs started to ache and he was forced to duck into cover. Deigniting his Lightsabers, he lets out a sigh as he collects himself. Pushing himself to the limit with blocking bolts, Yuroic looked over to see Asaraa chucking several grenades over to disperse the Sith rebels. He grinned to himself as he watched his former Padawan. "If you wanted to stun, you should have said! There's a Force Power for that you know!" Yuroic was talking about Force Stun, though it would take one more skilled in it than himself to Stun this large a number of people. Yuroic rose and blasted a powerful Force Wave to knock the Sith rebels on the ground and knocking some out. Igniting his Lightsabers once again, he called to Valkren.
"We need to finish this while they are down. Get us in that Armoury!" Yuroic called as he walked over to Asaraa. "Are you hurt? Did a bolt hit you?" His eyes showed his concern to the younger Knight.
Posted 03 January 2019 - 06:53 PM
One of the soldiers sent by the others but she waved him off as she resided in the fire, her psychic shell slowly sealing back up. She could only repair it while in flames, her magical nature feeding off the energized particles in the air. It was part of the reason she was so deadly to the unprepared, not only could she create and guide her own element, but because she created so much burning stuff in general, it was rare to be in a situation where she could not find a blaze to repair.
Fortunately, there was this excellent blaze to speed things up.
Fully healed in a matter of minutes, the Ghost of Flames rose and floated over the soldier that had kept watch while she healed. She flew, taking off at high speed, both lightsabers active as she flew into blaster fire from the now breaking up lines of Sith rebels and soldiers, watching the grenades that had been used to disperse the protesters go off. Syd had never understood what the common individual saw in propping up the Sith Lords--wasn't there enough data in this day and age to show how ridiculously bad an idea it was?
The old generation could be almost forgiven for falling for Sidious's madness...he had proved the old Jedi Order and Republic completely incompetent at nearly every turn, playing the Chosen One himself like a fiddle. In a way, the galaxy itself was still paying for Sidious breaking the old order up...they'd been the only ones keeping everything from turning into the kaleidoscope of light and dark the galaxy was nowadays.
But as she saw protestors and rebels fight for the very people that would crush them without a second thought, Syd realized, at last, how short the galaxy's memory was.
Even now, there was always someone too short sighted when it came to wanting the bully to run things.
Syd, at that very instant, lost whatever sympathy she had for what the rebels were being put through. She preferred dead Dark Adepts, but she suddenly didn't feel quite so guilty for merely cutting up or burning their pawns. It came with the territory. The natural life cycle of your average fodder.
Syd landed close to the others and sure enough, the buildings were not clear, and some started taking shots at both her and other soldiers.
Her golden, chrome covered hand out stretched.
"Ashla, send an unruly flock to harrass my foes..." Syd chanted.
A burst of purple light erupted from her hand and a swarm of flaming purple bird constructs began to swarm and harrass the shooters in the building constantly. A blast of fire from her palms was sent to the windows, hitting some and catching the building ablaze, which she quickly took advantage of, concentrating and willing the fire to spread to other buildings people were firing at the others from, each building serving as another leaping off point for the flames. Some rebel grenades cooked and there were blasts on the second story of the first building she torched, made easier by the fact she had basically topped off not too long before.
Syd's sabers went to her hands again when she flew toward rebels still trying to fight on the ground cutting through their weapons and them soon after, blades spinnging around her body defensively as she advanced, trying to get as much of the aggression on her as possible once more, drawing rebels trying desperately to halt the advance of the SJO by any means out from cover, trying to hide among the fallen and still stunned protesters.
Syd almost sneered at what had deeply ingrained to be perceived as a coward's tactic as she began deflecting vibrosword attacks, breathing fire on rebel faces and dropping them where they stood though some desperately tried to put the flames out.
Another trade of strikes with a rebel swordsman, this one lasted twenty strikes, and Syd had to genuinely evade his power attacks and found he twitched far too quickly for her liking. She tried to breath fire on him and end it there but he dodged the blast and nearly struck her unprotected head but managed to slice into her shoulder, and it began to leak fire. She brought down her blades and tried to cut him in half but he rolled to the side and swiped at her knee, opening a trail of fire across it.
Syd backed away, even as she felt her shell rip from another slice across her belly, the rebel, despite his ramshackle gear, was very skilled. A pity he fought for tyrants.
She evaded his next slashes but he was just as wary, dodging weakened blasts of fire from her mouth, and Syd began to tap more into the form one of her hybrid style, her sweeps becoming wider and less precise, but faster, faster than he could compensate as one finally took his head off.
Syd retreated into a burning building, the flames healing her, even as she began slicing through rebels still trapped in the building. The intensity of the blades made the cuts an easy fix and Syd burst out through a window a minute or so later preluded by a bunch of on fire rebels, and went to finish assisting the push being made by Valkren Calderon, Yuroic Xeraic, Kiso, Asaraa Vaashe. The front door of the armory was in spitting distance in the hellish landscape, and Syd continued to cut down any rebels in her way to reaching those people. Stragglers, mostly. The ones to stupid to flee as the living weapon continued her grim work...
Posted 03 January 2019 - 10:54 PM
Objective: One - Rebellion
Location: Noverskaa - Ground, moving towards armory
Assets: First Ranger Special Tactics Unit. (Radama Raiders) x12
Luna dropship (Overwatch 2-1)
Posted 08 January 2019 - 09:22 PM
Kiso slapped another mag into her rifle as the fighting continued over the top of the fox hole she was currently taking cover in, also quickly running a diagnostic onher systems. Thankfully the few grazing shot had not done any damage, merely singing the fake skin that covered the upper part of her arm the rest being absorbed 100% into the armor she wore. With everything checked over and dealt with it was time to go over the top, the orders from Valkren coming in loud and clear as the Jedi duo and that strange fire lady took the brunt of the enemy fire and well returned with their own, in a literal sense for the read head.
As soon as the explosion from the Ranger's rocket impacted the young women went into overdrive, spiriting with super human speed towards the new hole, diving and rolling over a barricade and beside the new entrance with the rests of the squad, prepping for CQC and clearing. The settling dust and darkened interior did nothing to obscurer her vision or air passage, ear picking up the muffled coughs and panicked foot steps of rebel soldiers on the inside, easy picking.
Waiting for the command Kiso followed their commander into the armory, eyes pealed, checking corners and hiding spots for any possible threats. With a few hand signatures she would indicate for 3 rangers to follow her lead, slowly advancing towards an open door leading into a nearby storage area, Kiso pushing herself up against the entrance, holding her hand in a fist, getting a gauge on the enemy concentration on the other side.
"Prep two flash bangs, two close 3 far, soft cover, shoot center mass, on my go". With one free hand she counted down, reaching one the small cylindrical objects were thrown into the breech, a small clunk followed by a bang and a blinding flash engulfed the rebels on the inside. No sooner had the devices gone off did the ranger squad advance, quickly dispatching those in the room, wounding some but most being dropped to the floor dead. "Cease fire, sweep the room and watch the entrances, give quick first aid to those that are not dead, we could get some answers from them".