Invasion Bark at the Moon (OS Invasion of Telti)

[Darth Veles]

[SIZE=9pt]Location: A8[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Objective: Invite the lady for dinner. Is she a vegetarian? Hopefully not![/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies: The Force is still there[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies: [member="Phylis Alince"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The shard within his mind started to dissipate despite still radiating the last remnants of pain into his head, all the while the Jedi Master once again offered to end this “peacefully”. Avreet did not react at first; the large bulbous eyes of the amphibious Sith simply stared at the woman, observing her, but the gaze soon went sideways and grew distant. Truth to be told, the Mon Cal did not even consider surrendering; to be taken prisoner by the Republic meant nothing but torture, humiliation, execution. Needless to say, the Sith found himself unwilling to give them the satisfaction. And since he could not surrender, he was forced to fight or retreat. Sith do not retreat from combat, which left him with only one option – to adapt and adjust to this powerful opponent. In this case, it meant either preventing her from using Ionize again, or removing his own weakness – the cybernetics connecting to his brain. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]While he could not literally rip those out, he could prevent the enhancements from rebooting by turning them off, namely the cybernetic eye that had caused so much trouble. If it no longer worked, he would be able to avoid the painful sensation of it being violently shut down. Of course Avreet’s body’s been augmented in several other ways, but all served as enhancements, not as something he needed to live. The bio-engineered material wrapped around his muscles could most likely function even if hit with the bloody power of Ionize – Avreet believed that as long as he didn’t push it too far, he should be able to use the benefits of his augmented muscles. As for his cybernetic hand… he currently had no need of it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The flipper in question twitched after Avreet’s will commanded it to move. If not hit by another blast, it should recover during this fight. Unless he fought dirty, but he’d resort to dishonourable ways of fighting only if necessary. For now, the amphibian made a barely noticeable motion with his right eye, forcing the bionic orb to shut down. With the greatest weakness of this fight taken care of, his gaze became focused again. How to properly assess the situation at hand? By using the basics, of course. Telekinetic pushes and pulls always provided just the right amount of distraction; easy to use, not very demanding on stamina, fairly fast. What’s not to love? Their sole purpose lied in annoying his opponents and breaking their focus, stopping them from using the most powerful of Force powers. And while Avreet doubted something as powerful as Force storm was included within the woman’s arsenal, a simple push would surely come in handy when dealing with a Consular.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]His cybernetic wrist started working again and the other hand extinguished the lightsaber it’s been holding.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Lady Alince, you are such a charming and reasonable Jedi. I am sure you realize your offer still fails to persuade me; what can the Republic offer me in case I surrender? And no, I am not interested in redemption as I have never technically fallen to the Dark Side, therefore I cannot be redeemed.” Avreet explained, shrugging and raising his hands in question – while releasing a telekinetic push towards the Jedi Master.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The immobile Sith moved surprisingly fast as he launched himself off the wall, igniting the energy beam of red once more. His goal was to close the distance between himself and the Jedi Master, therefore what followed the push was a pull, another telekinetic yank of the woman’s body. He sincerely hoped it had distracted her enough, possibly even caused the Jedi to lose her balance a bit, as the jab that came from his was aimed towards Phylis’ right shoulder, then flicked downwards in a diagonal downwards cut from left to right – which was meant to force the Jedi to raise her weapon, leaving Avreet’s leg free to kick the woman into her forward leg, whichever it was.[/SIZE]

 

[Vrag]

Location: C4
Objective: FINISH HER
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Khallesh"]
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"]​

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Spoiler: NPC

Location: C4
Forces: 260 Vong in the room, 20 in the corridors
Enemies: Damian's Random dudes™​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4jO6Ytq9pI​

As a certain expert on One Sith matters had recently remarked — oh, [member="Adekos"] and thy snark! — they truly were the masters of overkill if there ever were any. Not one, but two razor bugs were flung forth at the blonde from the skillful grip of the Commander, cutting the thin factory air with a sharp sound so typical of the little monstrosities. As if that weren't enough, Khallesh soon followed with her modified amphistaff, lunging at the Jedi with zeal and glee Vrag had come to expect from the Vong.

It was a joy to fight beside someone equally thrilled by the prospect of combat as she was, and the Hand was willing to put recent mishaps aside in favor of joining the huntress in her assault.

Instead of singing the woman's face off with her own blue blade, Vrag decided to modify he initial plan ever so slightly, attempting to wrench the hilt out of the Jedi's grasp with an abrupt Force pull. The blonde was bleeding, weakened and probably bruised in more places than she could count.

The firrerreo closed in even as she tried to disarm her opponent, Vonduun straining in time with her muscles to carry her over the last stretch of the conveyor belt and back into range. Without waiting to see if her maneuver had born any fruit, the Sith thrust her lightsaber forward with practiced precision, aiming the searing tip directly at her opponent's kidney.

Would it kill the blonde? Certainly not. The pain was likely to render her unconscious, however, and then finally, Vrag would her quota of kneeling Jedi for the day.

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Location: C6
Objective: Bypass this bubble, come to the kids' rescue
Allies: [member="Kaili Talith"], [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"], [member="Maleah Talith"], [member="Hylocereus"], [member="Laura Na'Varro"], [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"]

Nef cursed in Gunganese when her dagger bounced off the Sith's force protection bubble. If he wasn't aware of her before, he was now.
It never is that easy is it?
She herself hadn't practiced the protection bubble. However, she understood it in theory.
If it blocked physical attacks, maybe it would yield to another Force technique?

Nefertari's force push was quite good. A basic technique, sure, but if it worked...

The countess attempted to shove the Sith aside and into the wall. the lightsaber in her hand ignited with a snap. The sudden added dark side presence would possibly cause the Sith to inquire.

(Off for the day, won't be on tomorrow)

 

[Kaia Vullen]

Location: B2
Objective: Aid a fellow Padawan.
Allies: [member="Travot Ravenna"] | [member="Tacitanya"] | [member="Catherine Soja"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"]

When Darth Carach slashed at Travot, Kaia darted forward, extending her blade. She aimed to parry the cut and stop the Sith’s blade from severing her fellow Padawan’s hand. Were it not for her Miralukan sight, she would not have been able to see anything except what the blades illuminated, but darkness was no hindrance to her eyeless sight.

Kaia was afraid, afraid of failing, and of seeing her friends and fellow Padawans fall. Images of their failure glimpsed before her eyes but she pushed them out. She could not lose focus now; she would not let it happen. She would not give in. However, how long could just a Padawan hold on in the presence of such terrifying monsters?

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

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

Location: E5
Forces: 225 Republic Troopers
Opponents: The One Sith
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxKCPjcvbys​

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Tonight's the night, I'm gonna push it to the limit
I'll live all of my years in a single minute
Fill my eyes with that double vision
No disguise for that double vision​

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There! The tiniest smirk, an unintentional gesture of accomplished deceit came and went from her face in what was only a brief moment as she stumbled forward a step while Krest backed away from her, caught between her and her Padawan, [member="Steve"]. It appeared that her student had made it back in time to catch the Sith Lord off guard, and the timing couldn't have been more fortuitous, with his saber temporarily on the fritz from her brazen move. The small milinici's blade connected as he had hoped, though landed unfortunately in the red man's heavy guard. Still, the table was turned in their favor. A two on one, and a dead saber. This was going far better than the Twi'lek could have ever imagined. Still, she would not let ego or over confidence overtake her as it had in the past. Nothing was won, and she hoped she could successfully force the Zabrak to surrender, or at the very least, force him into retreat.

As the Sith glanced down to confirm his blade was in fact as dead as a piece of grilled bantha meat, she pressed the assault. Dashing in to close the distance once more her twin blades would be drawn and snap closed like a pair of scissors towards his torso. Her goal however was not to actually sever his upper and lower body from one another, but to force him further back, which if successful, would lend itself to the Twi'lek clenching her right hand tightly, raising to deactivate her saber and press her metallic fist square against the side of his head to disorient him further.

 

[Catherine Soja]

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


As she saw the light go out she put on her rebreather quietly before she used the light of the sabers as a guide, moving to engage Carach she swung with a right side slash, if he blocked that she’d switch with a twist of the saber in her wrist to aim a overhead strike before she backed off assuming he evaded that second strike too. Her movements were almost textbook with only a small amount of flourish added to make it seem less predictable. As she moved back her eyes watched the dance of sabers carefully. One thing she’d learn about sabers was how one held their saber often dictated their habits. Not always but plenty of times. But it wasint just stance it was loose or tight grips. She once figured out a guys strike pattern by how his grip higher on the blade torqued his wrist some. For now she couldint see that but she could watch movements.

 

[Komo]

Location: B2
Objective: Seek Darth Carach's Help
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"]| [member="Darth Nephthys"]| [member="Tmoxin Temi"] (Somewhere)
Enemies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"]| [member="Tacitanya"]| [member="Kaia Vullen"]| [member="Catherine Soja"]| [member="Travot Ravenna"]

The small amount of headway Greta had gained by the ruse she had devised was disappointing to say that least. Damn these Jedi and their blasted force abilities. She could hear the threateningly clomps and thuds of droids as their metallic footsteps echoed through the walls of the confined dome space. She was not looking forward to fighting a Jedi at all, not in the slightest. What chance did she stand against them? She cursed herself and her fate once more, lamenting on the fact of being born non force sensitive. If only she was a force user herself, the battle wouldn't be so lop-sided that she had to fear the Jedi and his filthy tricks. If only.

But she wasn't totally defenseless against these lightsaber touting fella. At least she had The Defender with her, along with her standard issue E-11 blaster rifle. She heard that slugthrowers worked well against the Jedi. She wasn't an expert of fighting Jedi by any means, far from it in fact. If she fought, this would be the first time she had done so. She sure hope it wouldn't be the last.

As the gap between these two forces began to shrink rapidly, Greta knew that the chance she would be able to avoid a confrontation was beginning to look slim. It was then that she came up with a grim idea of a delaying tactic. Speaking over the unit frequency, she asked "I need twenty volunteers to stay behind and delay the Jedi." There was a brief pause, before the sergeant of the troopers answered "We have the men, ma'am." She then answered back. "Know that your service to the Empire and the Dark Lord will not be in vain."

Greta was glad to have such loyal troops that would so willingly lay down their lives in service to the Empire. All of them knew their fates by staying behind, and yet they did so anyway with hardly a moment of hesitation. She was proud of them, and would ensure the lost would not go unremembered. That diversion should buy them all a little bit more time, allowing them to reach reinforcements. It was necessary.

Her only hope now was to reach the reinforcements that were the pair of Sith Lords in the sector. From what she knew about [member="Darth Carach"], he would relish having to defeat another Jedi anyway.

She had all but reached the reached the pair of Sith Lords, when she felt a tremor of force rolling towards her and her remaining forces. Most of them stumbled and fell, but were quickly helped up by those still standing. She could hear screams and yells as the troopers that had remained behind suffered the wrath of the Jedi quickly advancing upon them. She afforded a glance back towards the sound of the screams, before quickening her steps.

Walking up to the Sith Lord, she bowed hurriedly before blurting out "My Lord, we have come to reinforce your position, but a Jedi is hot on our heels, we request your help to defeat him and add to your prized collection!"

Objective: 20 Left behind to delay, the rest had arrived into the scene with the Sith Lords.
Location: B2
40-20 =20 Blood Monarchs (20 left behind)
20 Storm Commandos

 

[Beowoof]

Location: B2 - The Thunderdome!
Objective: Super Smash Bro
Allies: [member="Kaia Vullen"], [member="Catherine Soja"], [member="Travot Ravenna"], [member="Varus Shatterstar"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Greta Kohler"]


The commotion of battle had already begun, and Tacitanya found herself still distant; still hidden in the darkness. But not for long.

Tremendous footfalls bespoke of the arrival of warriors of and not of flesh. A beacon of hope could be sensed through the Force as well--a wave of determination and steadfast strength. The newb krew was no longer alone. They had the company of one Shatterstar, his troopers of the most elite and equipped of orders, and his mighty war machines. The twi'lek clenched her fist with rejoicing as she manipulated and threw the controlling mechanisms of the section's environment into disarray. Scooping up her rebreather from the pocket of her cloak, Tacitanya triggered the slamming of the airlocking blast doors of these four bulkheads--sealing them off from the rest of the facilities--and switched the lights back on.

As the air was swiftly evacuated from the 'arena, the short tyrian removed her cloak and ignited her saber, its nectar beam broadcasting a sort of purity. The Vong crab armor would not survive long without air, for it was a living being subject to the rules that govern all living beings. Their other enemies would also soon know to suffer the effects of suffocation if they did not take the time to avert such a crisis.

"For the Republic," she whispered, departing the shadowy edges of the room and holding her blade angled away and centered with the tip of her nose and breathing apparatus clenched between her teeth. Her lavender eyes sought the demise of their Sith enemies.

 

[Khallesh]

Location: C4
Objective: FINISH HER
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Vrag"]
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"]

Khallesh could see from the Jeedai's posture that she expected the shear through the arachnostaff. The weight and length of the staff, combined where the Yuuzhan Vong's wide two handed grip likely made the shock to the Jedi's wrists quite jarring. However, it was enough to push the weapon wide.

The human recovered more quickly, bringing the blade down and around and slashing at her knee. The tip of the blade hissed as it skimmed across her Skerr Kyrric, sending a myriad of sparks rolling across the conveyer belt. Khallesh grimaced as she felt the blade kiss her flesh.

She pulled the leg away and backed off. It almost gave under her weight, but she managed to stabilise herself as Vrag followed up and struck at the Jeedai herself. Clearly the blade hadn't severed any ligaments, but it was deep enough. With luck, it would leave an excellent scar. There was little blood seeping from the wound, only the acrid stench of cauterised flesh. She backed away and circled their enemy, letting out a low hiss as she re-appraised her enemy. With the weightless blade she was remarkably swift to bring that wicked, searing weapon to bear. Khallesh made a mental note to practise daily against the Sith until she was more comfortable against such a style.

However, time was on their side. Despite her desire to close on the Jeedai, there was no hurry. The infidel machine carried them all towards the gaping maw at the end of the shaft, but the Jeedai would be going down first. Khallesh simply had to hold her ground and it was for the Jeedai to find a way around the pair. She also had two blorash jellies, and a singularity mine she could use to control the battlefield. The lone blast bug she still had would be ill-suited for the cramped conditions.

Khallesh gently stroked the spine of the arachnostaff, which went limp again. Shifting her grip as she fixed her eyes on the Jeedai she prepared to strike again. This time, as a whip, the head of the staff came snapping for Kana's ankle with a loud crack. She could herd the Jeedai to her doom as she would a thrall, always staying out of the range of that blade.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: B4
Objective: Keep Beating up [member="Harley"]
Allies: None right this moment
Enemies: [member="Harley"]
Music: Go for the Gold

It wasn't going poorly, but it wasn't going well either. Our forces were about dead even in the grand scheme of things and it would be between she and I on who one this fight. I didn't have time to let a medic tend my wounds, I was needed in the fight. With their Disruptor Cannons pounding away at our cover and troopers I needed to get some of them out of this little game quickly. Detaching a grenade from my harness i threw it, putting some umph into it, trying to take out a squad that was unfortunate enough to have more than four or five in the blast radius. With the personal shields active and taking light hits until it buzzed, flickering and almost failing from a disruptor cannon shot. I ducked back behind a piece of machinery, waiting for the grenade to go off, and to give my shields a second so they weren't in critical condition. Gripping My pistols, I swapped them over to slugs, popping both over to the secondary feed. Two High Explosive rounds, i thought to myself. This will give them something to be happy about. Quickly diving from my protected spot, I snapped off both rounds, which would be more than capable of dropping a pair of sith troops. "Boys, move in close and give em fire and disruptors." I called over the comms, seeing my troops start to make a slow fighting advance, trying to get within the ten meter range to make use of their powerful disruptors and flame projectors. Charging forward to another piece of cover I snapped off a couple more rounds. I could see off in the back, [member="Harley"] was recieving medical attention. I would need some by the end of this fight, but I wasn't out of the fight like her just yet.

Location: B4
Objective: Secure and hold the section of the Factory
Forces: 90 Republic Troopers (Blasters, Modification 1:3, Helmets, Armor)

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Location: B2
Objective: Halt the enemy advance
Allies: [member="Tacitanya"] - [member="Kaia Vullen"] - [member="Catherine Soja"] - [member="Travot Ravenna"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] - [member="Tmoxin Temi"] - [member="Greta Kohler"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uq6UnpsmEZI​

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Engulfed in the ocean of life.​

With only ourselves to protect.​

Neglect has a consequence.​

We are life and we are death.​

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The deranged form groups of hate.​

Groups of hate!​

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Fires which rage will only be extinguished!​

Some we lose along the way!​

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I'm already gone though it seems you're here!​

I will return to you when I am through with this I swear!​

I'm already gone though it seems to me you're here!​

I will return to you when I am through with this I swear...​

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I will return to you!​

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I will return!!!​

Slowly Varus rose up, seeing the good work that the force had done to send his enemies reeling. His eyes draped with a blue veil as the force had completely taken over. He was now a vessel for the light to enact it's punishment upon those that chose darkness and chaos, and they would pay for their sins that day...

No Jedi was more prepared than Varus to die for his cause, and perhaps no Jedi was as well equipped to meet that end, hands coupled with his enemies as they crossed through the void. He was ready and willing to die for those with which he served, and they were as ready to die with him, though he was in the company of metal, only five heartbeats with him at the very moment that the Sith force was cut off in their advance. They were well prepared to meet their ends, and they likely would, for the others had severed the Sith advance, and now they were rats in a cage. The only question was...

Who was the biggest rat?

As the airlock blast doors shut, Varus took careful steps, followed by his unit, until he and twenty-five others of metal and flesh stood between the Sith and the Jedi he was tasked with protecting. And as they collecting in front of the blast doors, Varus felt the invigoration of war rush across his skin. The sheer excitement of mortality sent electricity through his body, reminding him how very much alive he was. It was that mortal realization that would push him to his greatest limits as a man and force his will to be realized or his life to be lost that day.

Moments before he attacked [member="Greta Kohler"] and the Sith forces collecting around her, Varus connected eyes with the young blonde woman as he slipped his rebreather into his mouth. She was beautiful, and perhaps under different circumstance he'd have bought her a drink or asked her hand for a dance, but not today. Today she was standing on the wrong side of a fine line, and he was going to destroy everyone on the other side of that line...

"Let us go then you and I...", he said, that veil of blue growing thicker across his captivating eyes. "...because I could not stop for death.", he then said, taking one step, then another, and another. "Allow me your hand...", he said, now glaring at the woman as his steps became a gallop. "...and I will escort you with me across the river Styx!", he cried out as the force surged through his body, pushing him to his physical limit as he became a blur, violet blades sifting through Sith soldiers who fell in droves.


NPCs With Varus: 25 - 10 YVH-2 Droids - 10 EMBU Droids - 5 Republic Commandos(Officers)
Location: B2
Opponents: [member="Greta Kohler"]

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NPCs holding: C2
Forces: 175 - 40 Republic Snipers - 135 Standard Republic Soldiers
Opponents: The One Sith

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: C2
Objective: Attack and capture C2
Allies nearby: [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Enemies nearby: [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Tacitanya"] [member="Kaia Vullen"] [member="Catherine Soja"] [member="Travot Ravenna"]
Directly engaging: [member="Varus Shatterstar"]'s NPCs

[video] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvoV2Lfk7Qg&ab_channel=Jettigre1 [/video]​

I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation​

You're living in the past, it's a new generation​

A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do​

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An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation​

Oh no, not me​

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An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation​

Never said I wanted to improve my station​

An' I'm only doin' good when I'm havin' fun​

An' I don't have to please no one​

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"Now!" shouted the Commander and The Blood Monarchs and Royal Guards stormed into the area of the production facility which Shatterstar's Standard Republic soldiers and snipers were holding. While they may have not had the element of surprise, they moved rapidly in to swarm over their Republic adversaries. The front line of soldiers fired a barrage of blaster bolts and those that made it through to face off against Shatterstar's dug-in troops went into a hand-to-hand combat situation to try and intimidate the line and have them begin to pull back. The Monarchs had been trained to fight dirty and the Royal Guards were notoriously well-conditioned to die in service with no hesitation, and in addition to blasters, they wielded Vibroswords. Commander Temi's soldiers would deliver death with swiftness and savagery.

This left the second line of shock troopers open to fire their MiniMag PTL launchers. The launchers each had seven missiles so over and over they would aim and shoot straight into the huddled mass of Republic soldiers and snipers. The sound of the missiles hitting their target was thunderous, especially in the confined space of the droid production facility. Those that weren't immediately killed by the close proximity to these screaming, explosive missiles, would be rendered deaf by the sound of the blast, Monarchs and Royal Guards included. It was clear that the Commander didn't feel the need to spare her own forces from the bloody onslaught.

Half of a battalion were behind these soldiers, including stormtooper snipers which Commander Temi had sent to the periphery of the facility area to pick off the sides of the Republic trench.


Location: C2
Forces: 300 NPCs Total: 64 Blood Monarchs, 236 Royal Guards
Opponents: Varus Shatterstar

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: E5 Hanger
Objective: Eliminate Targets
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Republic ( [member="Steve"] [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] )​

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Location: E5 Hanger
Forces: Ten Sith Assassins
Opponents: Republic​

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There she was. A flash of excitement filled the Zabrak's eyes as he glanced down to the dead saber. So she chose to press the assault as she assumed he was saberless. She should of known better by now. There was no hesitation as the red man dropped his golden blade and brought up both of his hands. A snap hiss filled the air as his blue saber snapped into his flesh hand. He did always carry two blades. But as she cut, he left his metallic limb out to catch the blade.​

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She would know why, and perhaps have a way around the arm, but he wasn't aiming to have her cut the cortosis, rather the force he had been building up was released in a violent, destructive wave of the Force. The blast was enough to tear the floor directly in front of him. His red skin turned into a pitch black, and his blue eyes became a pure gold. She should not be so keen to think he was done yet.​

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: E1
Objective: Kill, maim, look good while doing it, maybe pester [member="Vrag"] again
Allies: [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Shuduc Macar"]
Enemies: [member="Des Kovak"] [member="Svarin Noimare"]
Primarily engaging with: [member="Zylah Dvale"]

With Des as good as dead, and the pink-haired Padawan occupied by the Sith Acolyte, Sage whirled around to face a new opponent, a silver-haired female who came charging towards him with an emerald green blade. Scowling at her with a murderous glare, Sith Knight called the Force into his body to fill his muscles with energizing spikes of power, a boost that allowed him to instantly somersault backwards and out of the reach of her of impending strike. The Padawan would feel her saber whoosh through the air, but make impact with nothing. Once he gained his footing, the Ataru practitioner quickly lunged forward then veered to her side, his whole body moving like a blur. With short, sharp, one-handed strikes, Sage attacked the side of her midsection with his red blade, aiming to spear the Jedi in her guts.

At the same time, Sage's black leathery tentacles wound around her body, curling around her like a dark embrace. One amphistaff attempted to wind itself around her pale and slender neck, to constrict it like a python. Another began to coil around her right thigh. The third stayed loose and snapped at her face, its open maw thick with strings of gooey venom. If the head bit her, she would surely suffer the same fate as the prone Jedi Padawan currently too weak to do anything but let his technician drag him to safety.

"You know, I'm starting to think that you Jedi don't like me very much," he laughed between strikes, enjoying the feeling of her skin underneath his constricting tentacles.

"What say we forget our differences and hug it out?"

 

[Kana Truden]

L: C4
O: Get rekt
A: [member="Damian Starchaser"]
E: [member="Vrag"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Khallesh "]

But no sooner than Kana had regained her hand was it torn from her by the woman in armored suit. A thrust came for her but a quick sidestep ensured no real harm was done. The moment was hers, she could retaliate and even though she knew it wasn’t going to work it hadn’t stopped her the first time.

Kana sent her fist on a collision course with the very front of the sith’s helmet. Would it hurt?
Undoubtedly. Not long after did the whip find it’s way around her leg. Kana didn’t feel it as much as she should have. Not that she really could have felt anything even if she really wanted. The sound of metal clanking in artificial pain echoed around them. Kana had never been happier about her prosthesis. Not that she had much other reason to celebrate. With a pull she was down, she needed a way out. Once more she did indeed realise that there was a way, but even still she didn’t like it.

But she had no other choice. No saber, no way to get loose...

Yeah, no, she rolled around on the surface of the belt before sitting up. It was a gamble, but it was all that she could think of.

Kana dropped off the belt looking to grab onto whatever she could find below it. No, her arms would not thank her for that. Yes, the whip was still around her leg and even more so she was well-aware that for a short moment she was at the mercy of her enemy. At least, unless she could grab hold of that pipe over there.

Her hand reached out to grab it, and...

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Location: F7
Objective: Whop ass
Allies: [member=Athena Heron], [member=Reverance], [member=Matsu Xiangu]
Enemies: [member=Jacen Voidstalker], [member=Dair Cotarin], [member=Kian Karr], [member=Ryan Korr]

NPC:
Location: F7
Forces: 100
Opponents: [member=Jacen Voidstalker]'s NPC troops

The air was thick with battle. He could barely contain himself. How far he had come, from a not-so-humble hunter on Shili, to become a blade struck out against the Jedi Order itself here on Telti. He had met the Jedi before, but never as Sith. Never as an openly declared enemy. It was glorious, and the young Togruta couldn't be happier. Finally he would be able to prove his worth to his Master. He was confident he'd be successful. Either he would be successful, or he would not be at all. It was that simple, and Tanek knew he would become a Sith. The galaxy would learn to know the name of Tanek Santii.

The four-lekkued Togruta began his march. Dark robes covered him, the hood down to reveal his red skin with its white markings. Black suited him. He was lightly armoured, armour-plating covering his front, specifically his chest, abs, and legs. Tanek hadn't made his first lightsaber yet, though one still clung to his belt. It felt like any other weapon at first, certainly not his, but as soon as that crimson blade ignited it just felt right.

He wasn't alone. Behind him, hundred Sith soldiers. They weren't Sith per say, they had likely little respect or understanding for the Sith Code, but they fought for them, and today that was good enough. Not everyone could be a Sith, and even Lords needed their minions. Tanek wasn't a military genius, and had little experience commanding great forces. Their orders had been simple: secure the sector, aid allied troops where possible. He trusted the captain in charge of this company had the proper education on how to proceed. Just as Tanek's master would not accept failure from him, Tanek would not accept it from those below his station.

Tanek and his troops entered into F7 from a southern entrance. Even before he could see it, he felt it. This was one of the places where battle raged the hardest. He felt vicious energy, murderous intent ahead of him, in a perfect darkness resembling that of his Master. That was all he needed, to know that they would taste victory today. In his mind, the Sith strived to become perfect beings, their Code aiding them in the progress. To him, it was inconceivable that such powerful Sith Lords could be defeated. Yet there was light ahead as well, defiant Jedi standing fierce in opposition to the inevitable. It angered him, as if insulted by them not simply rolling over and accepting defeat.

Tanek turned to look over his shoulder at the captain behind him. He gave him a confirming nod, and the troops set into motion. Quickly they deployed, taking up position in the south as they rushed in through the doors. "Enemy forces ahead." "Engage." the one-word command was issued, and the troops would begin their assault on the troops on the western side of the sector. "I will deal with the Jedi" Tanek said, mostly to himself, as his march transitioned into a run, and he set off in towards the engagement in front of him.

 

[Athena Heron]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: F7[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Spread some nightmares[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Tanek Santii"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Dair Cotarin"] ([member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kian Karr"]) [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]When her mental attacks hit against an icy-fortress of Dair's mind, she immediately withdrew from both mental-field and focused her power on her greatest allies to complement her light and wiry-frame: force agility and force speed. As Dair rolled, she was ready. Hand was already on the pommel of her blaster as he popped to his feet. His attack to cleave her body from her hip to her shoulder left his upper chest rather exposed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]And what a large and muscular upper chest it was![/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She caught the edge of his blade with her own as he started his upward-moving attack and used the darkside for strength within her own muscles, she fought to swat his saber beyond the range of his intended upward, diagonal cut as she went to quickly step to the side. But her force-speed was slow as a pressure hugged against her ankles. And [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333330154419px]suddenly[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] it felt like she was walking through a thick, field of sludge. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She could still move with force speed but not as quickly as intended.[/SIZE]

Clammy index finger found the trigger as she fired a stun ring in the short space that separated them at Dair's exposed torso, beneath both their blades, [SIZE=10pt]even as she found the back edge of his blade scorch across the curve of her shoulder as it exited its upward and diagonal moving attack. Without turning to Jacen, she angled her wrist slightly and fired-off another stun ring in his general direction - that pesky beacon of light she sensed through the cool, shading comfort of the darkside.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333330154419px]It might be a little surprising that a sith was firing off stun rings instead of kill bolts. But the avian girl had her reasons.[/SIZE]

My drawing attempt at where I think we're all positioned.
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[Vrag]

Location: C4àC2 [via D4, D3 and D2]

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Objective: Curse the Jedi and find another butt to kick
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Khallesh"]​

[ [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | Incoming ]​

[ [member="Darth Raven"] | Coming through ]
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"]​

[ [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | Incoming ]​

[ [member="Haytham Kaze"] | Coming through ]​

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NPC
Location: C4àE5 [via D4 and E4]
Forces: 280 Yuuzhan Vong of Legion Yun'Do | 20 with Vrag, 260 heading to E5
Enemies: [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Steve"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUUo9crSdf8​

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Her lips stretched in twisted glee as the Jedi was rendered weaponless, but her smirk lasted only a fraction of a second before it was wiped off her face by a solid punch at her helmet. It seemed that the blonde hadn't learned at all from her first excursion into the territory of 'punching things that aren't meant to be punched', going after the Skerr Kyrric once more. Damn, did Vrag ever pity those phalanges and carpals; they were most likely shattered to splinters by the repeated trauma the Jedi subjected them to of her own volition.

Maybe she was a masochist?

Who knew; certainly not the Hand, and she couldn't be bothered to care either way, because in the next moment, her opponent was flinging herself over the edge like a woman possessed. The only thing missing was a loud "Geronimo!", and the picture would've been complete. Oh, well; can't have it all, now can you?

The empty sockets of her skull lingered on the plummeting form for a while longer, watching those blonde locks billow in the artificial wind of free-fall before she averted her eyes, turning to look at the huntress instead.

"Good work, Commander Val," she spoke with a nod, cocking her head to the side for a moment when a flow of reports crackled in her ear. "There is blood to be shed in the south, it seems," she added, more to herself than anybody else. Without any pause, she switched frequencies, her chitinous boots meeting the conveyor belt with nary a sound as she hastened in the opposite direction.

As she descended — much more safely than the Jedi before her — the firrerreo quickly coordinated her Vong, ordering them to march south and dispose of any pitiful opposition that the Republic could offer.

The Sith herself had other plans, however, following up another field report that required her gentle hand in another quadrant. Without further ado, the woman broke into an easy trek, her muscles working in tandem with the Vonduun coiling against her body, so as to minimize her Force expenditure. Even though she'd come far from her humble beginnings with space-magic, Vrag still preferred to rely on more… physical of forces, utilizing the hocus-pocus only when opportunity presented itself.

She had a solid amount of ground to cover, but at least there was little in the way of obstacles in her path; all in all, it could've been worse. With a small contingent of skilled Yuuzhan Vong warriors in tow, the Hand of the Dark Lord was more than ready to face and crush any other Jedi that would defend Telti from its inevitable fate.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: D4, Makeshift Medical Centre.
Objective: Rest, and Defend the Redoubt in the East, South, and West.
Allies: Republic Soldiers.
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] (Incoming)

(NPC)

Location: D4.
Objective: Shore up the Defenses.
Forces: 45. (Medical not taken into account.)

Haytham sat on a bench, finally awakened from his previous duel with [member="Darth Raven"]. He had defeated the Sith Knight, and Haytham had eventually received the bacta patches that he had been planning to retrieve. Haytham's fist clenched. All around him, he sensed the death of the Republic Forces, and Sith Forces. He didn't hear them scream personally, but he felt it through the Force. There was so much death, and yet, Haytham couldn't do anything to help them.

He sensed the impending doom of a Sith coming from the North, before Commander Dell had even come and told him of what looked like a whole contingent of Yuuzhan Vong and some humanoid clad in their armour.

From reports of past battles, the Padawan knew that the upper echelons of the One Sith utilized the Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, and he knew that there wouldn't be much of a chance for him to face off against a Sith Lord and win. When he looked up to Commander Dell's expectant face, as if he, a Padawan had the answers he shrugged and said... "Run." There was hopelessness in his voice, but he still rose up from the bench.

The Republic Forces at D4 had less than half their original force from when they had engaged with Darth Raven's force, and they were still expecting reinforcements. From where, or who, Haytham had no idea, but few men held hope.

Unbeknownst to [member="Vrag"] however, was that Haytham had destroyed the path to D3 with explosives. But Haytham didn't know she wanted to go that way. Looking side to side, he saw the medical teams already packing up and fleeing towards the East at D5 and beyond.

Was he in the shape to fight another Sith? Definitely not. If they were an inexperienced Sith Apprentice, perhaps. But a full-fledged Sith Lord? Never. Not even when he had been at his full strength and they were tired from whatever duel they had just come from...

The entrance to the North had been sealed. There wasn't much they could seal it with, besides broken down droid parts and the durasteel boxes that were laying around, but they had used what they could. In his mind, he had imagined himself becoming a Jedi Knight, knighted by his Master Kiskla Grayson and aiding the Galaxy in the fight against the Sith. But it didn't look like that was going to be happening, it didn't look like that was going to be happening for a very long time. How long ago? Three years... Was when Kiskla disappeared, right? Is it time for me to disappear too?

He turned back and looked at the troops commander. "If you're going to fight, a crossfire from the West and East would be the best idea to slay the Sith and her forces." He said confidently, wiping his ass. His apathetic gaze took on more of an enthusiastic one, one with a more positive outlook. It wasn't for him, it was for the Republic soldiers that were going to die alongside Haytham though.

The Jedi Padawan watched as they moved, and he drew out his lightsabre.

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Location: D3
Objective: Hold Area
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Republic, Jedi

A few minutes had passed while Darth Raven was still fighting off the remains of the stun blast to her chest. Point blank and at a high setting. She was lucky not to be brain dead from it. Part of her wanted to try and clear the rubble and go after [member="Haytham Kaze"] for what he did, and yet her objective was complete. She and her forces had taken the area and secured it for the Sith. And she was still too numb in spots to make a full recovery. If anything she felt it best to hold the line, get better, and then keep this place clear in case the Republic tried anything. If the Sith forces needed support they would let her know. For now she just sat near one of the healing units while her men and some of the remaining droids took position at the key points of the area.

"Lady Raven. We have allies in-coming." one of them informed her.

Of course she was curious to know who it was, making her have one of her men hold her up as she tired to have a better look. And, as they approached, she was surprised to see it was none other than the hand of the dark lord herself. [member="Vrag"] . A powerful sith Lady in her own rights stomping through with a force of soldiers and vong. It was an impressive show of force and Raven had to show the utmost respect for someone like her. As her people approached Raven only bowed as best she could, given her condition, and kept her head bowed while speaking with Varg.

"Lady, Varg." she began. "Glad to see your still fighting. You'll be happy to know we've secured this area. It's all clear for you. Though my men are still working on clearing the debris into D4."