Invasion Bark at the Moon (OS Invasion of Telti)

[Shuduc Macar]

Location: E1
Objective: Kill The jedi
Allies: One Sith - [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Vrag"]
Enemies: Jedi
Directly Engaging with: Nobody yet.

As she moves with the other Sith she cut down a few random soldiers she found almost in a bored fashion. “Not seeing enough jedi to go around they must be becoming extinct.” She mused. Keeping her eyes scanning for force sensitives she carefully kept her guard up both sabers out and ready to go as she stuck with the group. For now no opportunities to face other jedi presented itself. Her blank mask hid the frustration of there being so few jedi to face so far it seemed. Oh well one did not always get what they desired.

 

[Catherine Soja]

Location: B2
Objective: Protect and Survive.
Allies: [member="Travot Ravenna"] | [member="Tacitanya"] | [member="Kaia Vullen"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"]

“Catherine” She spoke back to them giving her name, as she looked to those before them her own saber ignited it’s blue blade glowing brightly. She took a fairly basic stance one foot slightly before the other blade before her raised upward at an angle. Damn Two sith and one looked fairly good at his job. “I suggest if we plan to fight we stick togather watch for flanking attacks by other soldiers or sith. This is gonna be nasty.” She said preparing for any of the two sith to engage her.

 

[NPC Units]

Location:E5
Allies: [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
Enemeies: [member="Darth Ferus"]

http://youtu.be/sFukyIIM1XI


Steve was parried bybthe second assassin and he landed in front of the group as his droids waided in and began dueling the assassins as well. Fourteen on eleven were interesting odds. As well were the Republic troopers who could spare a bolt on them while switching between the ships and Sith.

Sera was now engaged in color combat with the red one. Steve had to focus on his own battles now though, use the training he'd received to prevail and thank the Force for its aid. Here an now, Steve would make his stand, show the galaxy what Milenici could do.

Going back and forth with his current opponent, Steve used his superior size and mobility to his advantage, seeing that no one had ever fought him been prepared for someone his size, that gave him the key to victory. Using the Force to propel himself through the air, on the ground and even to run up the chest of his assassin and run his saber through its face. The little yellow man was a mini Wreckingball and his enthusiasm was his ally. He never let off his attack and would continue his quick style of movement and utilizing Shien, Nimad, Soresu and Makashi to gain victory.

NPC Units: x9 Droids

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: F7
Objective: Hold
Allies: [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Dair Cotarin"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Athena Heron"]

Korr's swishing thrust met the alacrity of a short woman's parry. Dark hair whisped about faye features and a nagging familiarity tugged at Ryan's balled thoughts. Eyes the color of storm clouds narrowed, filled with inner lightning that crackled from orb to orb in swirling gusts of anger and stubbornness. His gaze, still wrapped up in Force Sight, cut through the falsities of her outer beauty to the ugliness beneath. A wretched being, drenched in the blood of the innocent that stuck to her body like tar, oozing away in strands. The sight inspired disgust and a twinge of recognition.

The Illusionist.

Struggling to bite back wanton emotion, Korr came to his feet and their blades locked, spitting red and blue sparks of errant plasma. Before he could execute a riposte or simply wrench her guard aside with sheer, dominating physicality, the woman released one hand from her hilt and gestured toward him. Korr grunted, hacking weakly with a one-handed passing slash directed at her right wrist even as he was launched backward by an invisible hand. The blow was like being socked in the chest by a Togorian and Ryan felt it even through his armor.

He hurtled backward, mentally cursing his poor footwork. Only heightened senses and precognition saved him from an unpleasant landing amid the teeming Vong.

No stranger to being airborne, the Ataru practitioner somersaulted mid-air and lashed out with inhuman speed and awareness, planting both boots in the face of an unaware Vong warrior with an audible crunch. Korr pushed off, sending the Vong sprawling and himself back into the air. The light armor he wore slowed him down, but only barely. A twinge in the Force tugged at him and he let it pull him into harmony, the fluidity of Form IV allowing for the vagaries of the Force. Korr tumbled into tun su ma, a cartwheel variant of the classic Hawk-bat Swoop that left him with his body directly vertical to the ground, blade extended downward and aimed to carve through his opponent's blade-bearing arm or wrist in a mark of contact, whether it be cho mai or cho sun didn't particularly matter to him, so long as she was disarmed.

Though he'd no direct knowledge of Kian's attack, the intuition provided by the Force meant that if Karr managed to off-balance the woman with the Force pull, then Ryan's advantage in strength along with mobility would enable him to crash straight through any guard she could offer. If the pull worked entirely and she ended up splayed on the ground, then Korr's blade tip would at least score her. Ryan didn't wait around to find out.

He let his aerial maneuver - impeded to its full extent by the low ceiling - carry him further until he landed fully behind the two Sith Lords, leaving them caught in between himself and the Kel Dor.

 

[Laura Na'Varro]

Location: D6 - C6
Objective: Tactical WIthdrawal
Allies: [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Hylocereus"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Maleah Talith"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"]

Laura's charge took her past a flying block of concrete that almost cleaned her up completely. She felt the wind as it rushed past her face.

"Are you freaking kidding me?!" she roared, head whirling around and looking for the culprit. It was the well-meaning Jedi Knight ... still angry, the twelve year old girl shot her a look that could have frozen Mustafar. But then Aela was grouping them up and telling them to leave. Laura hesitated, looking longingly at her special tree, but then turned to run as Micah reached her. Together they sprinted for the breach that Mara had made, Laura accepting the high five on her way through with a satisfying slap. Yeah, that was pretty cool. It wasn't every day that you tagged a Sith Lord with something.

One of the first through into the passage, she moved to the front and scanned for danger, lightsaber held in front of her. So far, she could see nothing.

 

[Svarin Noimare]

LOCATION: Entering E1
OBJECTIVE: Someone's getting punched today and it sure as hell ain't me.
ALLIES: [member="Des Kovak"], Grand Republic. Jedi peeps, yo
ENEMIES: The mighty irritating [member="Sage Bane"] (Love you), Sith Jerks
NPC STATS:
Location: E1, Forces: 20 armed security guards, Opponents: None yet.

Spoiler: Music

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25mqmENYHFQ&list=RD25mqmENYHFQ#t=0[/media]

Lost. Again. How many times was she going to get separated from her group? Just an hour ago she had been chilling with the brat pack, heading to get some food at McYoda's. Now here she was, talking to an ever-growing group of security guards, trying to explain how she ended up in a restricted area. The worst part? Svarin freaking Noimare was a karking mute. How the sheb was she supposed to get out of this mess without talking? Yeah, that's right, she couldn't. And did anyone on Telti know sign language? Because it was really starting to seem like none of them did. At least the head guard had stopped assuming her hand-waving was threats. That had been really irritating. You'd think they'd realize who you were when you were wearing robes and had two lightsabers clipped to your belt. But no, these guys honestly had no idea what to do with the 'kid'. Was she a kid? Technically, no. She was twenty-freaking-three. Did they know? No. Could they tell? Apparently not. Did she really look that young to them?... Maybe that was even worse than being lost.

Definitely not as bad as the planet being invaded.
Oh, so that's happening now too?... This really wasn't the Echani's day.

"Oi! We've got breaches in multiple sectors! Forget the kid, we gotta go!" One of the men said, glancing up at the blaring lights. Without any hesitation the others started moving. Some seemed to be panicking while others merely strolled casually towards their stations. A few had already pulled out their blasters. And Svarin?... Well, she wasn't going to just stand around! This was the part where she either got back with her group or help save lives- the duty of a Jedi like her. Letting out a sigh the woman pulled out her blades (though did not ignite them yet) and started running. Where?... Good question. Honestly she didn't know where exactly she was heading. All she knew was that there were already sounds of combat nearby- along with the fact that her feet seemed to have a path in mind. The force, maybe? Usually a Jedi would be calmed by that idea. For this lass, who had a history of accidentally hurting people with her powers, it was more terrifying than anything. At least there aren't to many people here I could hurt- besides whoever is attacking this place... she thought.

With each passing moment the noises of combat seemed to get louder. More intense. Was she ready for this? Probably not. Was she going to keep going anyway? It was in her nature to. You take a kid born into slavery, thrust into the criminal underground, then torn from everything she knew and put her in a life or death situation... you know what happens? That kid's gonna do one of three things: They're going to break down and give up, turn into the kind of person who hurt them in the first place, or become the brightest kinda star the universe has ever seen. Svarin was shooting for the third option- the good one. And oh boy was she going to be pissed if she didn't get there. It would be one of the few times she ever did get angry. Surviving was in her nature. Getting emotional over silly things? Nah man, that wasn't her style. Wasn't part of who she is. Something told her that her personality, her self image, was about to get tested quite hard. Combat did that to people. Was this her first rodeo? Nope, but we've asked enough questions for one day.

In the distance she could hear voices. People were yelling. Somewhere closer she recognized a familiar 'snap-hiss' noise. Another Jedi!... Oh... or a Sith... Understanding that this could very well mean the end for her she hesitated outside the door. Then she reminded herself that she had once been content with living the life of a slave. Svarin Wolfbane had been born to a cruel world. Up until she was seventeen she had lived in it without much complaint. Freedom had not come in the form of black robes or a red blade. It had come when a stranger came to collect dues. It had come when someone offered her their hand, said "You have potential," and taken her to a grand temple. Someone who had seen the worst of life had every reason to be cynical. To only want to save themselves. But that kind of person had just as much reason to fight to ensure that no one else had to face what they had. Svarin Wolfbane, Svarin Noimare was the latter. And today was the day she'd start proving it for real. Even if it meant diving headfirst into another world of danger.

At least she'd be fighting a good fight.
Keeping that in mind she swung open the door, moving inside.

Nothing. Not yet. The fighting was farther in, just a few rooms away. It had to be. Still on a cloud of confidence she finally ignited her two blue blades- each the same color as her eyes- and rushed on. Another door passed. Then one more. Finally the final one was pushed open, revealing an interesting scene. A Jedi with his sabre in hand, facing a... Sith?... Fear, for a moment, trickled into the heart of the young woman. But it was overridden with a burning desire to protect her kin. Yes, this man whom she did not know, he was her kin. So said the laws of a Wolfbane, even if a Wolfbane no more. Svarin entered the room just as her brother-in-arms spoke, seemingly taunting his opponent. Quietly she hoped that it would not lead him to a dark part of his mind. In order to fight the dark side one had to stay in the light. Which was exactly what she intended on doing. Refusing to waste a single second the five foot eight girl entered a simple combat stance.

Time for some fun...

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Location: Holding Position at C2
Objective: Halt the enemy advance
Allies: [member="Tacitanya"] - Anyone in C2 or B2
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] - [member="Tmoxin Temi"] - [member="Greta Kohler"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARooRR6Ox20​

Varus stood strong, arms crossed and watching down the long corridor to the South. He could see troops still moving to the east, his sight enhanced by way of the force, and their pace had increased from before. After taking note of this, it seemed like he and his men would be moving soon, unless of course the enemy decided to change course and come north. Either way, they'd be in hell soon enough...

Many lives would go to waste that day because the Sith couldn't coexist in a galaxy with Jedi, though this was the easiest way of explaining their all too strained relationship with one another. One side wanted one thing, and the other wanted another. It brought mortality into the equation, and when mortality was at stake, things were always going to end badly. There was going to be blood shed on both sides, and in the end one side would win and the other would lose... and over a machine that was churning out a bunch of droids who's purpose was to preserve life by doing the fighting for those who created them.

Everything was so twisted in that way for the galaxy. It was sad that things had become so political that someone could literally whisper a name into another's ear, and the owner of that name would die. It was how things got done for some, and unfortunately this was the way that the Sith did things. They had no tolerance for those who didn't see things their way, and Jedi didn't stand idol while people were punished for standing at odds against the dark siders for not falling in line or believing as they did. Politics weren't for Varus, however. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Varus was the strength of the Jedi. The brute among their ranks that would get himself killed for his bold actions in times of war. When he died, however, he'd bring many Sith with him and leave that life with a smile on his face. It was just a matter of time now.

"Sir!", a young man called out as he and a young woman came running down the corridor to him. "The Sith force seems to be slowing down.", he explained, to a rather surprised look on the Knight's face. "What?", he asked, turning and glancing over the head of the young Scout he'd dispatched almost an hour before. It seemed he was right, the Sith forces were slowing down, which might very well mean that their next stop was right beneath his feet. It could also mean that they were biding time, however, allowing everyone to collect in that sector before they continued on towards the apex of the battle that was no doubt taking place in the middle of the facility.

"Pass the word to dig in.", Varus said to the young man and woman before him. "We might be their next stop, and we need to hold them off until reinforcements make it to us from the North. We'll be joined soon, and if they move off to the east we'll have plenty of time to catch up after our forces double.", he explained, glancing between them both and nodding to them before they darted past him and began passing the word through the others in his company.

"It shouldn't be much longer now...", he whispered to himself as he sensed both allies and enemies creeping closer by the moment.

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Location: C2
Forces: 200 - 10 YVH-2 Droids - 10 EMBU Droids - 40 Republic Snipers - 5 Republic Commandos(Officers) - 135 Standard Republic Soldiers
Opponents: The One Sith

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: E1
Objective: Hell party
Allies: [member="Shuduc Macar"]
Enemies: [member="Svarin Noimare"]
Directly Engaging with: [member="Des Kovak"]

The Jedi scrambled to his feet, and then with his white blade held out in front of him defensively, began to taunt Sage, calling him a schoolyard bully. The Padawan had some stones alright, and the Sith Knight admired that trait. What the Jedi didn't know about his opponent was that he had been a slave for most of his life, forced to fight to the death in tournaments against other children. War to Sage was survival of the fittest, and as in some animal species, the weaker got driven away or eaten. Consequently, the taunts had little effect on the pale near-human man. Earlier, Sage had plucked the Jedi's name out of his mind, and here he invoked it to confound the Padawan as he hissed a reply.

"Sorry, Des. I can't hear you over the sound of your imminent death."

Sage felt the two disparate Force signatures before the figures entered the room, one dark and one light. He turned and saw a masked and robed Sith ([member="Shuduc Macar"]) and then another, a woman wearing the robes of the Jedi ([member="Svarin Noimare"]). His three black, leathery tentacles thrashed in anticipation of more bloodshed. He put his commlink on his belt but left the channel open, in case Mistress [member="Vrag"] felt aggravated enough to give him a retort, which she usually did. He raised his gaze to the newcomers.

"Looks like we have a party now. Who wants to dance first?"

With one look, five more of Des's technicians suddenly ran forward and impaled themselves on Sage's humming lightsaber. Like helpless lemmings they all dropped down one by one, their cauterized gut wounds smoking. Oh, that Qâzoi Kyantuska was such a lovely gift. With a smirk, Sage glanced down at the pile of corpses at his feet.

"Seems like they've all got two left feet."

 

[Vrag]

Location: C4
Objective: Kick Jedi butt
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] (incoming) | [member="Khallesh"]
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"]​

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Spoiler: NPC

Location: C4
Forces: 280-10=270 Yuuzhan Vong | 20 Yuuzhan Vong in the corridors
Enemies: The Republic | Damian's NPCs​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQX57tL4Y-Y​

The line of her mouth twitched just for a moment as the Jedi dodged her blade, brows furrowing with displeasure behind the skull sitting upon her face like an impassive mask. She was merely inconvenienced at the moment, but Force knew it was about to get worse. A lot worse.

"The kark, Pinky!" she hissed as [member="Sage Bane"]'s suggestive voice crackled in her oggzil, dripping with sultriness that had no place on the battlefield. Vrag was hardly the type to turn down a good shag, but everything had its place and time.

He could've at least waited until the Pubs were dead. Nothing quite like rutting amid the still-warm corpses of the enemy. [member="Darth Carach"] would certainly know the pleasures of such an escapade.

Still, she couldn't allow her mind to drift like that, not when she was clearly facing somebody who knew what they were doing. Jedi or not, the woman opposite her looked comfortable with the weight of a lightsaber hilt in her grasp. Very well. The Hand of the Dark Lord wouldn't mind a challenge, and so instead of responding to her insolent apprentice, the firrerreo moved into the wide measure again.

With a quick motion of the elbow and the shoulder, her red blade moved into the sixte, in an attempt to parry the strike aimed at her left shoulder. Too late she realized that the thrust was but a feint, and then the blue beam of her opponent was already kissing the plates of the Vonduun with a loud hiss.

She let it.

Instead the Sith stepped out of the line of attack, to the left, her free hand snapping forward to deliver an open-palmed blow to her opponent's extended elbow with the turn of her hips. If she hit her mark, the Jedi would fill the foundry with her screams anew.

 

[Des Kovak]

Spoiler

Location: E1, monitoring station Radar 04

Spoiler

Objective: Survive 2v2
Allies: [member="Svarin Noimare"]
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"] and now [member="Shuduc Macar"]

Location: E1, monitoring Radar station 04
Forces: 10 5 technicians, 1 monitoring supervisor, armed with a blaster pistol
Opponents: MurderSith

Des had steeled himself for some sort of assault, physical or on his mind. What he had not expected was the sudden arrival of two more combatants. The presence of what seemed like another Jedi filled him with hope for a second, but it was quickly stripped away by yet another Sith. Where were they all coming from? The first Sith already had him outclassed, and Des had no clue where the other two stood. Was the Jedi powerful enough to tip the balance in their advantage or at least even the scales? Or had the Sith just solidified their lead? There was only way to find out, and Des had already promised himself never again to back down, least of all not here.

Before he could start moving, something in his mind clicked. He had been too surprised by the arrival of the two new combatants, but now that his eyes found his initial opponent again, he found himself flustered. How does he know my name? he wondered. He almost asked the question out loud, but his pride would not allow him to show his puzzlement.

While his mind was momentarily lost in puzzlement, the Sith had made his move and Des didn't even notice it until it was too late. He reached out to grab the last man to pass by the shoulder, but he was too far past already. As the five technicians crumpled to the ground, leaving only the Mirialan supervisor Ibram Haas, Des' eyes fixed on those of the Sith again. A righteous fury washed over Des. He would avenge these ten deaths. "You had no cause to murder these people," Des said through clenched teeth. "You'll pay for that!"

Again, Des launched himself forward. He was even more heedless than last time, striking at this Sith anyway he could. His attacks were blunt, powerful and fast, but imprecise and open. Des left himself entirely undefended, losing himself in his own sudden aggression as he shouted a warcry with every single attack he rained down.

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: A8
Objective: Win
Allies: The ancient knowledge of how to bake Sith cookies… Avreet wins by default!
Enemies: [member="Phylis Alince"]

The scene that unfolded would have looked fantastic in slow-mo, something worthy of being filmed. The supernatural reflexes of both combatants turned their lightsabers into green and red coloured blurs of light that would have been lethal to anyone without the Force on their side. But weren’t all duels of Sith and Jedi like that? Avreet’s cybernetic eye took notice of his lightsaber seemingly sinking into the woman’s hand – though it’s been swiftly revealed he had hit nothing but her sleeve thanks to the Jedi’s quick thinking and well thought-out move of her hand back that had placed her out of his reach, again. Unlike the last time, the Jedi Master did not remain defensive though, proving even Soresu could be turned into a deadly form should its user decide to use it as such. Avreet had to admit he had not expected her to attack – even less so in this fashion that threatened to cut him open. He would have been slain if not for Makashi and its strengths – the superior reach once more proved its value, offering him the valuable split second to react and act in defence before the Jedi Master’s blade cut through him. The footwork of a Makashi practitioner was not something to be underestimated, and now it carried him back in an elegant, yet efficient jog.

There was no blocking with his lightsaber, not in that moment, as the Jedi’s emerald blade had already gotten too close, past his own lightsaber. As he fell back, Avreet swiftly threw his lightsaber arm to the side to avoid the Jedi maiming him with a move that could follow this attack. Speaking of her latest strike, it is needless to say it did not hit – only thanks to his quick reflexes, yet still letting him feel the heat coming off her lightsaber as it moved mere centimetres away from his clothes, letting him see where it would have cut a line through his body had it found its mark. That was close, uncomfortably so. On the other hand, her lightsaber being this close to his body signed it wasn’t guarding her own posture – something the amphibian intended to use to his advantage, as any Makashi user would.

One more small step back to get out of her reach, getting the optimal amount of space between them where she could not quite get him and he could still poke her with his glowing stick, and Avreet twirled the blade in his hand in response to her attack, moving the crimson beam of superheated plasma towards her hands once more. This time, the slash sought to remove the woman’s hand or two, ripping through her wrist in a downwards arch, using her offensive posture to his advantage. Veles intended to either force the Jedi Master to quickly retract her hands and defend herself, keeping her at bay, or disarm her – literally. This time, he also had little intention of letting her push his blade to the side – his augmented muscles would push back just enough to keep the weapons locked, always keeping his blade dangerously close to her body. And then, one long stride forward for Veles to get close and finally use his right hand, driving the cybernetic fist into the woman’s left side.

 

[Kana Truden]

Location: C4
Objective: Kick Sith butt, eventually.
Allies: [member="Damian Starchaser"]
Enemies: [member="Vrag"], [member="Darth Vornskr"] (soon™), [member="Khallesh "](soon™)

The saber had connected, the hiss and the... Absolutely nothing? Saber-resistant armor. Figures. Kana never brought hers, she saw no point in it. At this stage it had probably gathered enough dust to be considered a hazard to her health anyway.

Contemplation was cut short by another attack. Another punch. She wasn’t the best at the technique but utilizing the force to speed up her reflexes and movement was a whole other thing than making herself, more specifically her leg, move any faster. Turning her head and torso she felt it as the bracer slid against the edge of sides of her arm

Had she really gotten this sloppy? She had taken hits and even if this was by far the most softest one she still let out the tiniest of grunts as the armor bruised her skin.

She continued backing off. A careful eye went to ensure she didn’t fall off the platform. It was all clear. Good.

“You fight well.” The woman ‘praised’ her opponent. “Or maybe I’m just getting rusty.”

“Could be either way, really.”

The next step was to let her opponent attack.

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Location: B4
Music: Please don't [member="Draco Vereen"]
Allies: The benevolent sith
Enemy: The corrupt and evil Republic

Before her opponent uttered the one word BURN, her force sense had kicked in. She flipped backwards as the flamethrower let rip, it licked the bottom of her boots. Fortunately for her leather had a natural resistance to fire, though if she stayed in it to long she still be crispy ducky. The yellow in her eyes had begun to fade, the pain was increasing as it did. She needed help soon or she would fall, regardless if she killed him or not. She took a glove of as she landed, and used the force to retrieve her fallen saber. AS it came to her, she threw it back at him hoping to buy time. She need to get to soldier for some bacta injections and painkillers, without these the shards of burnt metal in her would start to do some real harm.

As saber came back to her she turned and ran, sending the saber flying towards him. She was heading to her troops, with her tail between her legs. She new, lightsaber would come back to her. She also new she would be back in the fight soon enough, she been through worse.....

 

[Kaili Talith]

Location: D6 -> C6
Objective: Kick Sith butt
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"], [member="Hylocereus"], [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Laura Na'Varro"]
Enemies: Goodbye, [member="Cameron Centurion"]!

Pupils dialated, heart pounding and the Kha’merron present. Nope, this wasn’t good. Monsters of ash and smoke didn’t exist in real-life. It wasn’t right and highly not possible but here it was in all it's terrifying might. The others called for her to go like voices in the far distance. Tunnel vision ensued, she had to focus she had to move and she had to just not be here. She had to run, she had to escape.

What began as a slow creep turned into a walk, turned into a jog turned into a sprint and a dive through the opening that was now available to them.

“Why is he there?!” She practically screamed as she turned to the others. “Why is that man there?!”

Her breathing sped up, she wasn’t freaking out at all! She was in control, no really! She stilled her voice into a plea.

“The Kha’merron.” It was like a blast from her early childhood. “He was there.”

Not that anyone but Aela or Micah would understand what Kai was on about.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

Location: E8, heading for E7
Objective: Reinforcements
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Athena"] [member="Melori Raaf"] (all elsewhere), [member="Sitara Qin"] (same square)
Enemies: [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Dair Cotarin"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] (all elsewhere), [member="Ali Hadrix"] (also elsewhere)

Forces: 100 stormtroopers
Location: E8, heading for E7
Objective: Preparing to reinforce Reverance's Legion Yun'Do Yuuzhan Vong, the long way around

Resistance was very minimal on this route so far; he'd taken care to pick the clearest way with his Scanpack. As he jogged at the head of his stormtroopers, he came up alongside Sitara Qin, who appeared to be headed in the same direction, more or less toward D6. You know, at a slightly meta guess. He tossed her a two-fingered salute and kept on jogging.

Projected route:

 

[Vrag]

Location: C4
Objective: Kick JEDI butt, dammit.
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] (incoming) | [member="Khallesh"]
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"]​

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Spoiler: NPC

Location: C4
Forces: 270 Yuuzhan Vong | 20 Yuuzhan Vong in the corridors
Enemies: The Republic | Damian's NPCs

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iyd8dY8rRtA​

Aaaand… a narrow miss. Again.

Were she a less patient sort of Sith, Vrag would already be huffing with annoyance. Instead she kept her displeasure firmly under wraps, funneling it into the low simmer of rage that always drove her further.

As it was, she was Sith in name only, disinterested in their teachings, religion, or devotion. She just liked to smash things, and riding with them offered ample opportunity to do that.

Besides, the Jedi were horribly stuck-up. Somebody needed to rattle that stick up their ass once in a while, if only to remind them that there was more out there than boring harangues and moral high ground. When the stars were aligned, some of them even saw the light. Granted, it was a rare occurrence, but hope dies last, doesn't it?

She didn't deign to answer; [member="Sage Bane"] had distracted her enough as it was, and such amateurish slips were below her.

She licked her purplish lips, lingering at the tip of a sharp canine with her tongue as she assessed her opponent. The classic Steamroll technique just didn't seem to work all that well on the sassy blonde. Oh, well. The one-time gambler still had a couple of interesting tricks up her proverbial sleeve — or vambrace, if you prefer — and she was definitely not above using them.

And then the short lull in battle was over, and Vrag pressed her attack once more, crossing the distance between them with quick steps that were longer than they looked. Wide measure, twist of her hips, a would-be-slash, narrow measure… a Force push. She'd never paid much heed to elegance or grace or — Force forbid — honor in combat; her motto was efficiency, and so the Hand of the Dark Lord sought to shove her opponent off the walkway.

Efficiently.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Objective: be carach's shield & battery
Location: b2
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: [member="Tacitanya"] [member="Kaia Vullen"] [member="Travot Ravenna"] [member="Catherine Soja"]

The chorus and kaleidoscope of sabers bursting to life would hum within the corridor. Nephthys, standing at a tiny four feet eleven inches would appear to be a child next to her six foot nine counterpart. He dwarfed the Vahla hybrid, but size would matter not.

No the sheer breadth of power growing and resonating within the woman would suggest she was a force to be reckoned with. The next few moments would show why.

Her free hand rose, and in that motion came the harnessing of the power of the Darkside. However, this pulsing power would not be used upon the Jedi. At least not directly from her.

No, instead the Vessel of the Eye of the Darklord would funnel that energy she'd collected and start to boost the Sithlord at her side.

Her strength becoming his.

 

[Khallesh]

Location: breaching C4
Allies: [member="Vrag"]
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Damian Starchaser"]
Ooc/ counterpoint to my voidstalker post

The metallic deck felt and sounded so strange underfoot as Khallesh charged on, a team of her most skilled warriors at her side. Why would any species spend so much time digging in rocks to find such a bizarre substance when coral could be grown and shaped just as easily. They group pounded hard as they crossed a threshold and moved onto duracrete floors, still odd, but far more natural than the pressed metal. A contemptibly small guard of Republic soldiers blocked the doorway ahead of them. Khallesh didn't even bother calling forth the thralls, they could deal with these in a single charge.

Thud bugs arced out as a paltry stream of blaster fire returned their way. Khallesh fixed her eyes on one of the soldiers, near the front. Before she could even reach them, a thud bug had knocked the creature, a slender human female she thought, to the ground. The pitiful creature tried to scramble away, but Khallesh was upon her, landing heavily on her back and using both knees to pin her.

Why would a soldier be so small, this was a particularly small and petite example of the species. Clearly not genetically suitable to be a warrior. The other three guards had already been despatched. Hers continued to buck and grasp at the ground in vain, her hands searching for something to grip.

Her arachnostaff unfurled from her shoulder and khallesh swung it down. It wrapped it's head around the human's arm, from armpit to shoulder forming several coils. At a subtle gesture from Khallesh, it realigned it's skin for slicing and began to tighten. The human screamed as the staff sliced through flesh, tendons, and finally bone, to severe the arm. Khallesh reached down and grasped the woman by the top of an armour plate, lifting her up easily. She weighed almost nothing.

Khallesh lifted the human up, despite its squirms and cries. A bright crimson arterial spray covered her Skerr Kyrric, but with each spray it became less powerful.

"Look at the humans!" she called. The human was moving less now, the colour draining from her flesh. "See how weak, how fragile they are? They do not deserve this Galaxy!" she screamed, the cry met by more shouts and war cries from her horde. She lowered her voice to a quiet whisper as the human breather her last breaths, slowly closing her eyes and going limp. "Sweep them aside," Khallesh snarled, throwing the dead creature aside.

There was a thunderous roar as fire jelly was set off, ripping the door before them from its mount. Khallesh issued no orders, she simply charged through the portal. Her warriors followed gladly.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Location: E5
Objective: Defend, as usual
Allies: [member="Steve"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ferus"]

Location: E5
Forces: 275 Republic Troopers
Opponents: The One Sith
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1mU6h4Xdxc​

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Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out, you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind is in Disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia​

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The destruction raining down from the death and dismay of Sith and Republic forces behind her, and the seemingly insanity of ships exploding made for a lovely backdrop for the Sith Lord and Jedi Master to engage one another, though as beautifully terrifying as the scene was that had been unfolding, the deadly engagement between the two was far from pleasurable, or, at least, for Sera. She knew this fight, like the others in the past, would be the kind of memorable that she was not fond of in the slightest.

With their blades engaged, Krest lept up, pressing his saber hard against hers as he raised himself over her. With her free hand she joined her second saber to his single gold one to give herself the extra bit of support. When his fist came, Force backed and full swing, her head cocked sideways to avoid the strike. Half successful, she managed to avoid being struck square in the back, which could have likely rendered her unconscious, but instead caught the fist along the side of the face as it arched forward from behind her.

The immediate surge of stinging pain was less prominent than the momentary disorientation as her feet shuffled forward three or four steps before she whipped back around to face him, a pair of violent swings quickly arching forward in an 'X' formation to ensure he kept his distance for a just brief moment while her eyes readjusted to seeing straight. A quick shake of her head and her focus would return before she returned in force, closing those few small steps, her twin blades twisting in rapid circular motion parallel to her body before she snapped her wrists into a locked position, the blades hissing as they were forced forward and diagonally towards the red man's neck.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHwKUClcVig[/youtube]​

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Location: D2 heading to C4 through D3 and C3 ('Scuse me! Pardon me! MAKE WAY! GOTTA GO FAST!!!)
Objective: Touch Jedi Booty
Allies: [member="Vrag"], [member="Khallesh"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Damian Starchaser"], [member="Varus Shatterstar"]

Location: D2 heading to D3
Forces: 300 Blackblade Guardsman
Enemies: The Republic n' stuff

The God of War strode through the smoldering wreckage of the battlefield, his gaze dripping with mirth as he beheld the slaughter he had set in motion, and he found it to be good in the sense a creator found his creation to be absolutely pleasing. He towered above them all, and so his view was unobstructed as he observed the battle, as if it could be called that, going on around him in all directions. So far no Republic force had come to actually face him head on, but his scouts reported that there were Republic forces mobilizing nearby, specifically to the north, but he had already discerned that the north held no bounty for him or his troops. So, Vornskr set his mind on the east, where he could sense the darkness of his fellows in battle with those of the light, and in that moment he was jealous. Jealous that they found worthy opposition where as he had found nothing but sickly soft children.

He was tempted to spit in disgust, but his cowl and mask would prevent him from doing so unless he moved to remove it for just a moment, but he couldn't find the karks needed to do something like that. So, instead he bellowed out an order to his subordinates, and they in turn relayed his command down the hierarchy until all available guardsman were informed of their new direction.

South.

But in the end the east was his goal, but earlier reports detailed that going north would delay his advance by a significant margin, so he would redirect south and then head north and then east until he reached the destination of Dome C4. The Blackblades, however; were allowed to destroy and pillage anything along the way as they saw fit, while Vornskr would continue with all haste to his desired destination. He left the command of his troops over to Commander Temi and Major Kohler, capable field officers in his opinion despite their utter lack of Force Sensitivity, but he had more important matters to deal with and they were the perfect temporary officers in the immediate area.

Thus Vornskr moved with a swiftness belying his large frame, the Force giving him the speed to blaze through the domes standing in his way, but he bypassed any defense with quick, yet devastating, gestures in the Force and left the fleeing workers alone for now. No doubt the Jedi and Sith in C4 would begin to feel his vile presence the moment he started his advance...