Invasion Bark at the Moon (OS Invasion of Telti)

[Kian Karr]

Location: F7
Objective: Hold the line
Allies: Ryan Korr, Dair Cotarin, Jacen Voidstalker
Enemies: @OneSith, Reverance, Matsu Xiangu, Athena Heron

Kian should have realized the extent of his mistake when he pushed against the blade and saw it move not a bit. Kian was certainly not large by Sith or Jedi standard, but the Kel Dor had spent his life honing his body for the practice of Form V. When he struck, he struck with power and confidence....and the Sith's blade didn't move in the least. Either he was augmented with the force in a way Kian had not seen, or his living armor was providing him with the strength of a droid.

But this wasn't something Kian had a chance to really dwell on, because the kick was coming in fast. Not able to unlock his lightsaber from his opponent's without facing a dangerous attack, Kian was forced to duck himself down to avoid a direct blow to his ribs. Kian threw up a hasty defense with the force, but it only served to slow not stop the strike. The blow landed on his upper arm and what felt like fire exploded in the wound on his arm. Kian felt as a fresh splatter of blood begin to flow down his arm and time seemed to slow as he saw stars. He watched as Reverance drew back to strike again and Kian needed to act....and act fast.

Reverting to a one handed grip, Kian felt his lightsaber begin to give ground to the Sith, but he shoved out with his blade to hold it at bay long enough to attack with the force. Thrusting his arm out, Kian seemed to pull at the air around him as he thrust his arm forward and released a powerful telekinetic blast. Kian's intention was to send the Sith flying backwards toward the injured [member="Matsu Xiangu"], but in his hastily thrown together attack Kian couldn't hope to aim it as efficiently as he hoped.

Location: F7
Forces: 225 Republic Commandos, 4 EMBU Droids, 6 YVH-2 Droids (-20 Republic Commanods, -1 EMBU, -1 YVH-2)
Opponent: One Sith

 

[Phylis Alince]

[member="Darth Veles"]
Location: A8
Objective: Win the tug of war.
Allies: Gravity.
Enemies: 'Grey areas'. Also One Eyed Sithy

That got a reaction from the Jedi Master. “Hmmph, well it’s nice to know that technicalities are so easy to come by,” she said sourly. “The Force is light or dark, and those who delude themselves otherwise are only deceiving themselves.”

But then his onslaught came, and she was driven back against the wall, feet skidding on the floor as she tried to counter his power. Then, he was charging at her, and she was being pulled towards him.

No time to think, no time to understand, just to act. The Force filled her and she launched herself into the air, and as his pull came she fed on it and used it to power her own movement so she soared right over the top of him, coming down almost where he had started.

Not unscathed though.

As she had leapt his blade which had aimed for her arm scored across her leg deeply, making it hard to stand, hard to keep from wincing at the pain.

With a great effort she did so, calling on the Force to ease the hurt. And there he stood, and she called on her power.

Taking a leaf from [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] who felt that ‘enough was never enough’ she unleashed a massive blast of telekinetic power, one of her specialities, intending to slam him hard into the wall and do some damage before eventually closing in.

 

[Kaia Vullen]

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

Kaia’s attempt at helping was thoroughly foiled; her parry was parried and used to block Catherine’s attack on the Sith Lord. Their opponent was not only larger, more powerful, and far more experienced than they were; he was also hopped up on a fellow Dark Lord’s power. In the binding of blades, All Kaia could do was to prevent her own sabre from hurting Catherine or herself.

When Catherine started retreating and throwing objects at Darth Carach, Kaia leapt back with a force-enhanced jump to gain some distance between herself and the Sith Lords. As she was leaping back, she found to her horror that her rebreather was collapsing in on itself and beginning to fail in providing her with much needed air. She first tried to contest the Sith Lord’s hold on the rebreather, but to no avail. His grip was far too established and the rebreather already suffering major damage. Kaia looked around for any kind of solution while drawing what might be her last breaths before her supply cut out completely. She reached out to the Force, not really knowing what she was reaching for, just something, anything.

And then the air returned. She tore the ruined rebreather from her face and gasped it in, frolicking momentarily in the sensation of breath. Her sight then fell back on their situation with the Sith Lords, and her hand tightened around the grip of her lightsabre.

Edit:

Spoiler

Editing in some information I missed last night. It was a long day and I was sleepy. Sorry for the inconvenience.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: F7
OBJECTIVE: Break the line
ALLIES: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Athena Heron"]
ENEMIES: [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Dair Cotarin"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQz97BYFrMY​

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The sound of a lightsaber thrown with calculated trajectory hummed past her ears, however distant in the face of her concentration. She watched the flow of the Jedi’s thoughts, a film reel ticking at high speed through her brain as it did his. Much of the story fleshing out his memories was unclear to her, requiring far more time digging through this consciousness to fill in the gaps than they had. Perhaps she could have gleaned more had she been concentrating fully – as soon as she felt her power having some sort of effect she started the intricate motions with her hands that would unleash her very favorite expression of her magic.

This division of her strength ultimately led to failure of her attempt to fully control him combined with his fighting (close, that moment of despair, that it’d be easier to stop it all, throwing herself in to his pain and drawing strength), though the smallest blessing came as well: she saw the very beginning of his rebuttal form in his thoughts – just long enough to raise an arm and turn her head as the blazing light escaped him at the moment she released her spell. Every fallen Jedi, Republic soldier, Sith, and OS agent within the immediate vicinity snapped their eyes open, black and unseeing except for the imperative Matsu drilled in to their still-warm brains.

[SIZE=16pt]Kill the JEDI.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=16pt]KILL THE JEDI.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=16pt]KILL the Jedi!!![/SIZE]​

Although she escaped the worst of the blinding she’d caught at least a little of it, blinking rapidly to try and dispel the motes of darkness from her vision. It reminded her of the effects of staring at a distant sun for too long, able to see her sprinting reanimated corpses only through the patchwork of her kaleidoscopic vision.

Many were cut down by Republic forces, gore spattering floors and walls as bodies fell for the second time, but as was the beauty of reanimating the dead…they knew no fear. They did not blink as their brothers and sisters fell to the ground, instead finding any Jedi within striking range to try and take down. Two cleared the hail of blaster fire and spinning lightsaber blades, Padawans judging by their youth and clothing. One was missing most of the top of its head, fighting blind as he reached with clawed hands for the Master. The other was nearly whole save for a small blaster hole in her chest, opening her lightsaber as she leapt in the same Ataru style to try and bear down on the Jedi Master from above.

Whether or not her dead made impact, Matsu could see fewer and fewer spots of darkness as she kept blinking the effects of the Jedi’s counterattack away.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Location: A4
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Objective: Cuddle Grandmaster

Sadly, today would not be the day to find out how the Grandmaster's punch did against his armor.

Of course she was fast, exceptionally fast in fact. So fast that her hand became a blur. Yet part of his training, part of the blend of martial arts he had learned, including Teräs Käsi, meant that he knew how to predict movements in close combat. Just as Jedi did, and just as other fighters did. A punch was a telegraphed move, and as the Jedi pulled back Kiran pulled to the side.

The woman's fist struck hard against the shoulder plates of his armor, pushing him further to the side and tilting his body. His own hand came up, grasping for her wrist as the jarring impact of her fist clattered through bones. He reached to grab her, then pulled his other hand up to punch up into her elbow and break her arm.

Two quickly fluid movements.

At the same time his natural senses took over. Pheromones began to flood from him, a natural heady cocktail.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location:
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"]
Objective: Get Home!

She scrambled up as fast as she could.

Micah was pulling at her sleeve, but that didn't seem to matter, she grasped his clothes and pushed him, her lightsaber winking out of existence. She had no idea what her Uncle was talking about, no idea what he wanted or meant, but she was scared and had been told to go.

So go she did. Grasping her little brother Aela ran as fast as she possibly could. She had no idea where they were going, no idea where they were headed, but she watched as Micah's finger pointed, watched as he lead the way just barely, and simply ran. As fast as her feet would carry her Aela ran, until she finally saw her mother.

“Mummah!” She yelled at the top of her lungs, practically dragging Micah behind her as she became even faster.

It was time go leave this place.

 

[Micah Talith]

NPC PC Allies -- Jedi Master Kira Talith nee Liadain
Allies: [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Maleah Talith"] [member="Hylocereus"] [member="Laura Na'Varro"] [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"] ????
Location: C6 to B6
Objective: Grab kids and go!


“Mummah!”

Kira would spin to the right. Aela?! Her heart was thundering even despite the calming properties of her necklace. That's when she felt something; a thrum. Another voice.

Micah.

She deactivated the saber, hooking it on her belt the darkness could very well end up harming her children accidently.

"Micah! Aela!" she would cry out again against the pressing darkness. She would swivel to the left, searching through the Force.

"Aela--" two bodies went crashing into her then. A tall willowy form followed by a lanky one.

"Oh thank the Force!" she would cry out, clutching at her kids tightly.

"Mum," Micah clutched tightly at his mother, the scent of her shampoo and her skin a tangible foundation for him to hold onto.

"Come on," Kira would tell the two, urging them forward. Micah only clutched at his older siblings tighter.

"Go, get to the ship. Run!" she told them, pushing them forward. A glance would be spared behind her, at the Waves of Darkness therein.

Who was out there?

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: B4
Objective: Keep Beating up [member="Harley"]
Allies: None right this moment
Enemies: [member="Harley"]
Music: DIE NAOW (Not PG)

The enemy officers fighting retreat gave them a slight advantage. We were equipped for close quarters combat, meant for use against the Yuuzhan Vong that allied with the Sith, but we still had some of the more powerful standard issue weaponry. If my boys had shields they could rush forward and gun through this firefight, pressing home the victory for the Republic, but alas, they did not. If my boys had better armor they could handle the standard blaster shots better and keep the pressure on, but alas they did not. It was still going to be a blood bath, and would really be relatively even between our forces, unless one of us had some tricks up our sleeve. Being a veteran battle coordinator, I had a few tricks. Just a few though, and they were rapidly being removed. One trick I had was to cut the head from the snake, something that served spearhead invasions well for millennia. It was the problem with relying on officers, which every military did. It wasn't like the Sith had made a mistake, or my troops were any different, it was just the issue with organized combat. It was time for me, to cut that head from the snake. Right now, my Sith counterpart was out of it, but the officer calling the shots wasn't. I wasn't able to get a bead on him just yet. I needed to work my way off to the left flank, mostly on my own, slowly moving around, getting over to line up a shot in a few moments.

Location: B4
Objective: Secure and hold the section of the Factory
Forces: 76 Republic Troopers (Blasters, Modification 1:3, Helmets, Armor)

 

[NPC Units]

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


As his attack neared the leg he'd seung for, there was an odd feeling that everything was going by too easy. Steve had seen the Red Sith move much faster than he was now. And Steve knew where his strength lied, it was not in speed. The 'block' sent out by the Sith was more akin to a delayed attack because of something hidden up his sleeve, or in this case, pant leg.

Steve felt the emotions swell inside the Sith, it didn't take a master to sense pride from this distance. Steve was no genius, but his instincts were strong, and they said bail out. Steve had seen his master try this trick just seconds ago, Steve deactived his saber and dove behind the Sith to avoid the sly counter. It was mid roll that Steve's brain put 2 and 2 together. The leg of the Sith must be made up of the only element Steve knew that could shut down a lightsaber on contact. Cortosis. Oh poodoo.

As he came up from his roll, the Sith's legs still splayed wider than the Red man probably enjoyed, Steve reactived his saber mid thrust, hoping to stab the man in his 'low hanging fruit' since that was the lowest point Steve could hit that would do the most damage. Above, his Master had rejoined the fight, mid air and fluttery like a beautiful butterfly. She then whirled around to attack like a stinging yellow jacket.

How dangerously beautiful.

 

[Sitara Qin]

Location: E7
Objective: Unknown
Allies: One Sith | @Darth Parash
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"] and the Republic

She had her.

It was a trick, knowing somebody as well as she did.

It was the reason why she kept her own emotions guarded—why she kept everybody close but at bay.

Because deep down, she didn’t want to submit like Ali did.

Ali’s rifle was pointed towards her, and had Ali fired, Sitara would have been forced to react.

This was a war. This was no place for her to inject her own personal desires. But hey, she was a dark side user; not some jedi who tried to reason with whatever they wanted. Amidst the veil of chaos and bloodshed, was an innocent face searching for a path to their own ambitions. It wasn’t her fault if she used this to her advantage.

Oh how the innocent have fallen!

The older woman’s knee hit the ground and she was fumbling for her helmet. Tara took several steps closer towards her. She was patient, she had learned to play with her pray through a great woman’s teachings. That same woman was fighting in this war as she was; in fact, most of her teachers were playing a significant role in this battle today.

They were fighting beneath the same umbrella; the same umbrella that sheltered them through different storms.

The older woman fumbled for something else. Was it another weapon? Would it lead to her escape? ‘If you kill me now Ali, you’ll never be free.’ Those who belonged to the republic were caged by their own ideals. Sitara believed that the Republic was corrupt and used their moral code to brainwash their subjects. ‘You can come how with me. We’ll be liberated together, Ali.’ The force will set them free.

Her longing gaze was met by a knowing glare. She was upset with Sitara for her control; for revealing to the rest of the world how petty she had become. In a flash, she shot past the droids, her lightsabers slashing their thick metal exteriors. She stood in front of the older woman, her irises dilating as she stared down at her.

“Sweetie, I’m sure sleeping with the enemy is a crime.”

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Location: Section E-8
Objective: Unknown
Allies: Galactic Republic / Jedi Order
Enemies: [member=Sitara Qin], the One Sith

You can come home with me. We’ll be liberated together, Ali. The words came unbidden to Ali's mind, as they had that night before on Kashyyyk, crawling into her thoughts like an eopie slogging through the dusty deserts of Tatooine. It was unpleasant, and she hated it. Tara stood over her, the woman's eyes wide and wild. Ali couldn't possibly have guessed what was in her mind at that moment, though this idea of home felt no where near as pleasant as it ought to have. Home to Ali was the warmth hearth of her parents' homestead on Mandalore, working with her mother, the engineer, and enjoying late night discussions with her father, the economist. Home to Tara could not be a pleasant place, not for Ali anyhow, though she had resigned herself to experiencing it. She thought to use the opportunity as a chance to gather more intelligence on the organisation it was her responsibility to destroy, but doubted she would be given the access she necessary.
"Sweetie, I’m sure sleeping with the enemy is a crime." Ali's lip curled at the memory of their previous night together. She'd pleasured the girl and was pleasured in return on the warm sands of a Kashyyyk beachfront. It had been wonderful, as was every experience Ali shared with the women in her life, yet it had ended with Ali in a position she was entirely uncomfortable with, and yet still attracted to.
"It's none of the Republic's damn business who I'm kriffing," Ali grunted in return, tired of kneeling at this woman's feet. She grabbed her rifle and jabbed the muzzle against the ferrocrete ground, pushing herself up to a standing position. The droids that had acted as her escort were laying about in half-functioning heaps, they were still active, but combat ineffective without legs to stand upon. Ali looked over at Tara, she could still feel the hook the woman had dug into the back of her mind. She had a modicum of control over herself, but Ali knew anything hostile she attempted would be met with a severe response, and she had no intention of pissing off a being capable of harming her with a thought.
"What now?" Ali demanded, turning to face her would-be captor. There were plenty of Republic forces in the base, but Ali was far beyond the help of any of them; there were too many front lines and engagements were breaking out all over the station. Ali was on her own, which mean she was subject to whatever Tara could get away with herself.

/ [member=Sitara Qin] \​

 

[Komo]

Location: B2
Objective: Fight well and fight hard/ Wait for reinforcements
Allies nearby: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Vrag"]| [member="Darth Carach"]| [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Enemies directly engaging: [member="Varus Shatterstar"]

With the troopers under her command decreasing due the outburst from this Jedi who seem to have anger issues, she decided that it was much better to keep her forces around her. No more silly charges into the enemy ranks like that. If they wanted to engage, they had to come to her. This made complete sense seeing as how she was at a disadvantage, trying to shake off this frenzied Jedi. He had even abandoned his command at the factory facility, leaving his men without a Jedi commander, opting to chase after her and her paltry forces instead.

Seriously.

If he wasn't trying to kill her at every turn, she might have even believed that he was attracted to her or something. Fatal attraction or something? Anyway she wanted none of that. She still very much wanted to live.

At least she knew that without him at the factory, the defenders there would be more susceptible to defeat. Commander Temi's forces outnumber his defenders, and without a Jedi to inspire them and boost their morale, their motivation wouldn't be as high as it would be if he was there. That's one good thing out of this at least.

The pest of a Jedi made his move again, sliding towards her thrusting his fist onto the ground, erecting a force barrier of sorts. There was only so long that he could maintain that bubble of his. The droids were tougher, and more of hers began to fall, taking casualties. She ordered several of her commandos that carried with them their MiniMag PTL missle launcher and to fire them towards the droids.

That blasted shield can't last forever.

Missiles flew towards the shield, aiming at the enemy droids, its anti-armour warheads destroying whichever not within the shield itself. The rest exploded on the shield itself, and it shimmered and shook as the shield strength began to waver, but stood fast, for now.

It was only a matter of time, now.

The blast doors that had been sealed by the Jedi earlier had already been opened by someone on the other side, and she was thankful to who ever it was that did that. With the doors open, it was now easier for Sith reinforcements to come through as they pleased. She gritted her teeth as she observed the battlefield, gripping her vibroblade tightly in her hands.

Hopefully help would arrive soon.


Location: B2
Objectives: Fight well and fight hard/ Wait for reinforcements
Forces:
12 Blood Monarchs
15 Storm Commandos

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Location: Pressing Greta through the connecting corridor and into B1.
Objective: Salvage as many as possible and retreat to A1 in order to regroup
Allies: [member="Tacitanya"] - [member="Kaia Vullen"] - [member="Catherine Soja"] - [member="Travot Ravenna"]
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] - [member="Tmoxin Temi"] - *[member="Greta Kohler"]*

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3rtWEk9Ufo​

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Father, we fled your house of grey.​

We ran from home to seek a place where our bodies would never grow.​

Dreamer, child, be cautious of this world!​

She has an appetite for boys and girls and she’s hungry for your soul.​

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Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky!​

Keep your feet on the ground kid, only birds were meant to fly.​

Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky!​

Keep your head from the clouds kid, keep your wings,​

Always keep them by your side.​

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Before you fly, you’ll fall, ​

Before you walk, you’ll crawl…​

The sounds of screams echoed in his mind as republic soldiers and snipers, what was left of them, beat on closed blast doors as their comrades were either suffocated or torn apart by explosions on the other side of durasteel. Around him was chaos, and death, many from either side of the line now lying dead, and what was left of his mortal Republic that had been following him in this battle were practically stunned with fear or losing their minds not knowing what they were going to be able to do to make it through all of this. It was fear that was infectious, and it spread through them like wildfire, which was something that he wasn't sure he could control. After all, they had lost almost half of their collective forces already, and if he didn't do something, they were all going to die or be captured by an enemy that they did not want to be captured by.

"How many did we lose in the last sector...?", Varus asked as the smoke lifted from the explosions that had scattered metal limbs in all directions, one rather unfortunate Commando now laying dead next to him as the barrier evaporated. It blinked out with a spark of light as he pushed himself up from the ground, bruised, dirty, sweat ridden and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "74, sir...", said one of the Commandos who'd just counted those lucky enough to make it out of B2 before the doors had shut, though practically all of them had tried tearing those doors apart to get to the others that had been trapped inside, but they had been dead for almost a half hour now, and they weren't coming back.

Finally, after all the chaos had taken place, the air began to filter back into that sector and the doors opened to a sea of bodies, some still miraculously having made it through such certain death. A Padawan? Perhaps a Commando? He wasn't sure, and right now he didn't care. He was more worried about getting everyone out of there and as far away from the Sith forces behind them as he could. That's why, when Varus turned around and saw the saddening scene behind him he called out to them with the force, his eyes turning back to the fight in front of him as his remaining four Commandos stepped in front of him and continued to push the advance with the droids.

"Run...", he whispered, to the many eyes that heard him and glanced around before finding the source of the voice. Staggering to their feet, snipers and rifleman pushed themselves up and ran towards Varus and his metal protectors, intent on bowling over what was left of Greta's force in front of them in order to get as far away from the demons at their backs.


NPCs With Varus: 107 - 6 YVH-2 Droids - 4 EMBU Droids - 4 Republic Commandos(Officers) - 32 Republic Snipers - 61 Standard Republic Soldiers
Location: Pushing into and attempting to escape through B1
Opponents: [member="Vrag"] - [member="Tmoxin Temi"] - *[member="Greta Kohler"]*

 

[Darth Veles]

[SIZE=9pt]Location: A8[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Objective: Offer Phylis a first aid kid, like a real gentleman[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies: The Force[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies: [member="Phylis Alince"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]His eyes caught the Jedi Master launching herself up in the air, out of the way of his attack. Not the best of moves in the amphibian’s mind; actually one of those he had always warned his students about, as such stunts left one almost completely defenceless. Avreet’s body though, already in motion, had no time to react adequately to this change. It all happened so fast! The great speed at which his opponent moved made the Sith think he was going to completely miss her body. Various scenarios played in his head as he knew very well the Jedi was about to land behind him; turning his focus to that, his mind did not even register the red blade vaporizing flesh from her leg as he immediately pivoted around on his heel, unwilling to have his back turned to her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt] The smell of burned meat filled his nostrils, a crisp stench the Mon Cal immediately recognized. He must have hit the woman, but the severity of her wound remained a mystery until his rotation was over – and even then, his eyes proved to be capable of catching a glimpse of the nasty slash on her leg for just a second before a powerful wave of telekinetic power tossed his across the room like a ragdoll. Unlike ragdolls though, Avreet could very well get injured, even killed as he impacted the wall opposite of Master Alince, hitting the solid metal with a thud. The pain that shot through his body shortly after was different from the crippling pain he had felt before though; the sort of pain he felt now was one of the many things he could toss into the furnace burning within his heart, fuel his connection to the Dark Side if he wished to do so.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Avreet did not show how much it hurt. He wouldn’t admit it; there was no allowing to see his opponent the effect of her attack. It showed weakness. Landing on his feet as if nothing happened, uninjured only thanks to his reinforced bones, the amphibian gave his opponent a daring stare, doing his best to ignore the pain. The Dark Side started to whisper in his ears, offering power for pain, passion, anything he felt. As a Sith, he could have grasped the destructive potential of the Force and unleash it upon the Jedi. He should have. He didn’t. Not yet. The woman in front of his did not deserve to be defeated in her moment of weakness.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Instead of calling upon the Dark Side to crush the Jedi like a worthless insect, the amphibious assassin inspected the Jedi’s injury with his left eye before unclipping the medpac from his belt and tossing it towards her. No comment concerning that has been voiced, though the eyes of the two met for a brief moment in an unspoken message. It was a gift from the Sith, an offering to the Jedi to stop fighting, an indication he would not press his attack if she treated her injury. Fairly foolish on his part given he had managed to severely damage the Jedi’s mobility and footwork, making her somewhat easier to beat.[/SIZE]

 

[Shuduc Macar]

Location: E1
Objective: Kill The jedi
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Cylus Jest"]
Enemies: [member="Des Kovak"], [member="Svarin Noimare"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Svarin Noimare"]

As she moved now The woman smiled behind her mask and moved with her body first and feinted a strike from the left before her right saber was swung over head then followed by the left in a side swipe trying to use her offensive advantage of twin sabers against the jedi. “I promise little Jedi I can make it fast for you and you will be one with the force.” She hackled and ensured to move her feat in a precise pattern to keep her moving and a harder target in case the jedi tried for an offensive maneuver. For now she stuck to a modified makashi style but she was really waiting to see what the padawan would do in reply.

 

[Catherine Soja]

Location: B2 moving down to C2
Objective: Fall back to a better position
Allies: [member="Travot Ravenna"] | [member="Tacitanya"] | [member="Kaia Vullen"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Engaging: The door

As she finally got the room pressurized she tossed the busted rebreather aside. “Fall back we can win this if we act smart no sense having a last stand yet!” She shouted to her fellow jedi they would have to run not try to fight two Sith of higher skill. She shoved her saber into the blast door and slowly but sure began to cut through it. Slowly was relative sure merely two minutes maybe was not too long but in a battle it felt A LOT longer. Finally she had a hole and shoved it open with the force knocking the royal guard behind it She went through now since the sith seemed to be un moved to give chase. She felt bad about leaving them but she also knew she could not help them here in a sealed room. She could swing a saber all day and accomplish nothing or she could try to weaken this attack force behind the door maybe allow the jedi to regroup. She’d been taught and learned in her experience that options were better in war than defensive last stands. Always try for options. She had options if the sith had to move where she wanted to fight. Once through the hole several swings of her saber killed royal guard easily enough. Suffice to say close quarters combat in a packed corridor favored jedi more than rifle wielding guard.

 

[Vrag]

Location: B1
Objective: Seek and Destroy
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"]
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NPC
Location: Group 1 [D3àC2] | Group 2 [F4àF7]
Forces: 280 Yuuzhan Vong of Legion Yun'Do | 20 with Vrag
Group 1: 130 heading to C2
Group 2: 130 heading to F7
Enemies: The Republic​

Spoiler: Movements

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OcpSuy0dsfE​

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Her whole body was alive with the scent of battle in the air — well, she imagined there was, for the rebreather in her helmet didn't really allow for smells to filter through — or perhaps it was merely the heady feeling of having downed one Jedi already. Combat was still in full-swing, of course, and she couldn't allow herself to become complacent just because one of them had fallen; no, she would not rest until Telti lay broken at her feet, with piles of their dead littering the corridors and painting the monotone gray with shades of red. There would be the occasional splashes of black in there — the Vong weren't exactly known for paying attention to their own-well, being, after all — but on the whole, the Hand of the Dark Lord was fairly certain they would grind any Republic resistance into dust by the end of the day.

The clatter of their chitin boots came to a near-immediate halt at the edge of the corridor, and the group paused just long enough to catch their breath and prepare their ranged weaponry while assessing the soon-to-be battlefield in B1. Vrag cast a quick look around, noting a similar structure to the quadrant where she'd faced off with the blonde. Walkways stretching wall to wall, climbing ever higher into the darkness. Perfect. No words were needed as the firrerreo and her contingent of warriors moved to the upper levels, seeking shelter in the many shadows flitting through the structure. Besides, this wasn't meant to be a permanent hiding place: they would dwell there until such a time that they could mount a surprise attack. Judging by the reports of Commander Temi and Carach's people, the Republicans coming into B1 would have the advantage in numbers. It was true that her own forces were on the way, but they still had a ways to go before they could make a difference. Until then, Vrag and the twenty Vong were on their own; nothing to be scoffed at, still.

And then the girl and her decimated defenders appeared, falling back in a hasty retreat. She held out her arm, holding back the bloodthirsty warriors until her pursuers moved into view, their armor scorched from explosions, their legs tired, their formation shattered into a million pieces.

The Vong sprang to their feet, hurling blast bugs at the enemy below with experienced and practiced movements. They had the advantage of surprise, and aiming at the soldiers from above meant that the men really didn't have anywhere to go. And the cherry on top? The damned bugs would home in on their target anyway.

Vrag remained where she was for the moment, wondering if the purported Jedi commander of the scattered force would come seek her out. One could only hope.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: F7
Objective: Clipping wings
Not-Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Tanek Santii"] [member="Jareth Jonathon Holst"] [member="Athena Heron"]
Not-Enemies: [member="Dair Cotarin"] ([member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kian Karr"])

Jacen rapidly adjusted his balance as his strike caught nothing but air. It came across to his right, parallel to the ground, before the tip cut a circle through the air, to end up above his head. He slammed the saber down in an overhead strike, and another myriad of sparks bounced across the ground as the Sith managed another desperate block.

His golden blade slid from the parry as she slid her feet across the ground as she frantically tried to find some footing. He twisted down and about as he allowed the Force to guide his actions. However the movement was too slow and he only skimmed the expanding stun ring aimed for his legs. An intense jolt of pain ran from his ankle to his hip, which was soon followed by a loss of sensation. Jacen took a knee as the leg crumped from beneath him, but his saber continued to move in tight, short motions to block a double-tapped pair of shots for his chest and head. In some regards taking the knee was advantageous, giving the Sith less of a target.

Most of his training had focussed on defensive saberwork, his experience with defensive Shii-Cho forms and light grounding in Soresu came easily to his muscles. He’d been placed under fire several times recently, including the Republic’s move to bring Cyrillia back into the fold.

However, he also had eighteen years as a soldier. Jacen wasn’t a precision marksman by trade, but nearly two decades of using arms in real operations meant he had a steadier hand than most. As the little bird found her footing, he unclipped his Occluder Handcannon from his belt. It had a good weight in the hand, reassuring.

His firm, experienced hand held the weapon level and fired a shot at the Sith. The weapon was essentially a compact scatterblaster. It fired sixteen small bolts that spread out in a cone that reached a two metre dispersion at around thirty metres. However, it took a second to recharge for each shot and by the time it had signalled readiness to fire again the Sith would have been out of effective range – if she somehow escaped a cone of blaster fire aimed bang on target.

His eyes turned to a turned over piece of machinery to his left. The golden blade whipped out to disperse another stun ring out of the air, before he fired a second shot after the avian for good measure. Then the golden blade hissed out of existence and he rolled to the side – awkwardly given his stunned leg. From there he would swing the CC-13 rifle from his back.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: C2>B2
Objective: Moving into B2 and engaging [member="Catherine Soja"] who is moving into C2
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Vrag"]
Enemies nearby: [member="Catherine Soja"]
Directly engaging: What’s left of Varus Shatterstar's NPCs and [member="Catherine Soja"]

It appeared as if the Republic soldiers were retreating, but it wasn’t an easy one for them as the door to the next domed area had been sealed shut and was just now opened, most likely with explosives but from the back of the line the Commander could not tell.

“Keep pressing,” she growled to the Lieutenant and the orders went up the line, the Monarchs and Royal Guards continuing to advance and slaughter anyone who remained with E-11s and vibroswords.

“There’s a Jedi at the northern entrance, Commander,” said the Lieutenant and Tmoxin craned her neck to see the flash of light as a Force user was cutting their way down through her Royal Guards. Snipers would provide enough resistance because whoever it was, moved at lightning speed in their attack.

Even though the Commander wanted to, now was not the time to conserve missiles. The Hapan officer gave the order for the front line near the Jedi to back up a few paces and she had a line of Shock Troopers aim and fire the missile launchers again directly into the fray where the Jedi was furiously swinging his or her lightsaber.

Location: Moving from C2>B2
Forces: NPCs: 48 Blood Monarchs, 211 Royal Guards
Opponents: Varus Shatterstar, Catherine Soja

 

[H3xle]

Location: F7






Objective: Hold the line
Allies: [member="jacen voidstalker"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Tobias Wraith"], [member="kian karr"], @Jedi/Republic
Enemies: @OneSith, [member="Reverance"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="tanek santii"], [member="jareth jonathan holst"] [member="Athena Heron"]

Athena had recovered to her lines while Jacen, always having been a soldier and therefore prepared, fired after her. Dair didn't have a ranged weapon, so he focused on himself. He didn't know how to force heal, but at this point his only true injuries were random cuts and scraps that came from rolling around a dirty, glass strewn. No, Dair wanted his leg to work again. He tried to move it and felt nothing, but as he peeked down at it, he saw that it was, indeed, moving. The sole of his boot likely having dissipated a great deal of the power of the stun ring.

Whether or not he knew it as he grew up, he was a Valkyri. Valkyri were known to be stubbornly enduring towards hardships, and Dair's life had never been a picnic. Relying on his heightened kinesthetic sense, the ability to know what is going on around you, Dair rose. He kept his weight on his left leg as he stood, then positioned his right leg underneath him and slowly let weight settle onto it. A fierce tingling sensation erupted through the limb, and he nearly stumbled, but using that sense, he quickly replaced the majority of his weight on his left leg. The tingling was good, he knew, it meant that something was coming back. He wouldn't be executing any acrobatics using his right leg, and thus would have to utilize the force more than he tended to during combat if Athena or any of her cohorts tried to engage him again.

He contemplated a plan to get a ranged weapon, or a grenade to throw. Watching Jacen fire his weapon made it seem as if Dair was unprepared, even though he knew that he wasn't. Still, Dair didn't have a ranged weapon. Dair didn't have a ranged weapon, but he did have the force. Power had never been his issue with the force, ever since he knew how to tap into the limitless energy pool that connected all beings he had been able to dip into a deep well of it. No, focus had always been the thing Dair strove for, utilizing the force with finesse as the consulars do. This situation, however, didn't call for finesse, his power would do.

Dair stood there, most of his weight on his left foot. He deactivated and belted his saber as he shifted his right foot forward a little, gaining more balance with a lowering of his center of gravity. He then dove headlong into the deep, icy pool that was his connection to the force. Power seemed to suffuse his limbs as he tapped into the deeper recesses of that pool. He then looked up and noticed a heating unit, blaster fire had already severed some connections around it. It was a fairly simple thing to do, tearing it from the rest of the ceiling. He then closed his eyes and visualized Athena within the ranks of her cohorts, he poured more power into his telekinesis and opened his eyes, zeroing in on Athena. He pulled his arms down, a physical representation of his mental throw of the weighty heating unit at Athena.

Spoiler

Actions: 1)Standing up on good leg while bad leg recovers. 2) Deactivating and belting his saber. 3) Throwing an industrial heating unit at Athena from the ceiling.

Location: F7
Forces: 66 Republic Marines, 3 EMBU Droids, 4 YVH-2 Droids (-20 Marines, -4 EMBU Droids, -3 YVH-2 Droids)
Opponent: One Sith