Invasion Bark at the Moon (OS Invasion of Telti)

[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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The smile grew ever wider as it became apparent [member="Steve"] was no normal Padawan. Smart and powerful enough in the Force to hold his own against a Sith Lord like he was, well. It seems [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] has been teaching him well. But alas, Ferus had wasted too much time on all of this, enjoying himself far too much. The sounds of gunfire and missiles were beginning to lessen, suggesting the end would be soon. ​

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What was a smile was replaced by a black face. Surface thoughts, something that had betrayed him earlier to Steve, would quickly be locked away. Neither Jedi would be able to feel his movements though the Force any longer without actively probing his mind, but such was the way of Teräs Käsi. [member="Melori Raaf"] had been kind enough to expand his knowledge of the unarmed style, and while Ferus was not the best at the skill, he had learned quite a bit to start on.​

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With himself stuck between the Master and her Padawan, he had to make a choice. Dodging would leave him open. Trying to stop both attacks was plausible, but it left him on the defensive. And yet, there was always a third option. With the Banana lover's blade thrusting for a rather personal area, which didn't seem very Jedi like to begin with, and a tornado of blades coming for his front, he simply stepped to the side. His body moved almost like a blur even to Force Users, and with his saber off and a wave of both of his hands, he would go to drag both Jedi into a loving embrace. With sabers cutting at one another of course.​

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Each would find a blast of the Force pulsing from behind them, almost like a Force Pull, but towards one another. Ferus himself would continue to the side, giving them their space without hesitation. Of course, that didn't mean he wouldn't have a gift for them. Should they actually get close, a sudden torrent of Fire would form around them, cold at first but quickly gaining in temperature to a blistering level. ​

 

[Darth Ferus]

And that double post.​

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Carry on.​

 

[Catherine Soja]

Location: B2 moving down to C2
Objective: Fall back to a better position
Allies: Jedi
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Engaging: Enemy troops

As she mowed down enemy troops she saw the streak of missiles and rocket fire, quickly she leapt into the air cutting down one before the warhead could strike causing it to spiral out of control blasting apart more enemy troops. As she moved forward hacking or now using force shoves to knock around enemy troops the rocket fire exploded around her. Her inhuman movements enhanced by the force allowed her to do this but as shrapnel flew some made cuts into her combat armor and even some sliced along her skin in small spots. As she got closer to the rear ranks they were thinning out and some fired blaster bolts at her making her deflect them back to other troops as she sliced through another of the troopers. One Rocket flew in and she narrowly leap in a flip to avoid it as it blasted apart a chunk of enemy soldiers but to do this a blaster bolt struck her armor which deflected it but it left a mark on the armor itself. She had to get out of this hall she knew. Finally reaching the back of the lines she jumped up to avoid two more missiles before she came down and SLAMMED into the floor sending a massive force shockwave which hurled the Royal guard and blood monarchs around like rag dolls. Smiling she ran for the more open space of the main sector she was headed towards and leap over Tmoxin briefly to deflect blasters back at some of the missile soldiers killing a few before she turned to face her foes once more. As She did several small cuts could be seen from shrapnel wounds nothing serious but it proved even a jedi wasn’t perfect.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

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

Spoiler

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y83J7bTTb3Y[/media]

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


[SIZE=11pt]Tanek observed the other Acolyte's engagement with the two Padawans as he attempted to close the distance as quick as possible. It would appear his presence was not unknown, as the avian started a retreat towards his position. Tanek's pace slowed from a quick run to a swift, determined walk. His hand drew the hilt of the lightsaber from his belt, holding it firmly in his palm. At last, he would be able to test himself against the Jedi. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As he was approaching, and the other Acolyte closed in on his location, he began preparing his mind for battle. He looked deep within himself, firing up a wave of passion, of concentrated hate and anger. Peace is a lie, there is only passion. He strove to become one with the Dark Side, letting it be fuelled by his emotions. Tanek embraced the darkness, allowing it to wash over him in empowering waves. He'd never felt more alive than he did at this moment. Through passion, I gain strength. Like the Acolytes of old on Korriban, that he'd read about in a certain Zambrano's archives, he sought to coat himself in the Dark Side, with the ambition of shaping it into a light shield to serve as a defence against hostile Force abilities. It was an unrefined thing, however, being more familiar about the technique in theory rather than in practice. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Birdgirl was fast. She was practically by his side already. The Togruta smiled a vicious grin, revealing a series of intimidating, sharp teeth. The Jedi fired off shots after her. Even the Sith Acolyte had seemed to firing shots back earlier. It seemed strange to him, Jedi and Sith wielding guns and rifles. Such were the weapons of mere soldiers. Though perhaps it was simply Tanek who had grown old-fashioned in his time with the Sith. His former reliance on the vibroblade had become a point of shame, as it was an inferior weapon to the lightsaber. Weapon effectiveness didn't concern himself (though naturally it was a nice bonus) as much as what it represented, the lightsaber being their badge of office so to speak, a symbol of their power and the legacy they bore. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He saw one of the Jedi making his move, tossing a heater towards his newfound ally. His grin faded and his eyes narrowed. The Dark Side gathered at his feet, and he leapt forwards, simultaneously as his blade roared to life, bathing his dark robes in crimson. He would move past Athena, the lightsaber carving a path ahead of him, cutting the heater in half, scattering the two pieces to either side of him. Tanek didn't turn to look at his fellow Acolyte after he landed, at this point his eyes were better served fixed on the two Padawans. "Anything I need to know?" he asked in a dry tone, wondering what to expect in the fight to come. He'd take her answer, if she had any, into consideration, though he wouldn't rely solely on that. He didn't want to blind himself with expectations. The Acolyte began his march fowards, expecting the Padawans to come out to meet them, in glorious combat. His soldiers knew better than to interfere. Through strength, I gain power. All he required now was victory to complete the passage. Tanek was here to collect. [/SIZE]

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Objective:

1. Get hit by debris but protect carach; ow
2. Use saber to cut through remaining debris. Look like a scary tiny person.
3. Shoot more lightning at Travot

Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] ; [member="Darth Carach"] ; Darth Nephthys
Enemies: [member="Tacitanya"] ; [member="Kaia Vullen"]; [member="Travot Ravenna"] ; [member="Catherine Soja"]


The vented air would return as the blast doors were opened by Catherine. As it was, only a couple of minutes of vented air had lingered within their area, but along with the Yuuzhan Vong Biots of the lungworm and the gnulilth, the Darths were able to sustain breathing in such an environment.

With the blast doors open again, they had more space to work with, but this also meant that the area for fighting with the padawan would grow.

Objects and debris came flying at the miniature Darth, she went head on to protect Carach from them, however, some of them smacking her along her right arm and chest, causing her to stumble back. Blunt trauma would bruise some ribs, and she gave a sharp gasp, winded.

A snarl grew under the mask, and she gathered her bearing. As another small cargo container came her way, the violet blade came slashing aggressively in front of her, cutting the crate in half as it split off.

A few more steps and once again, lightning went charging off at the padawan in violent arcs of electric energy .

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: Assume Control -- Be Nephthys’ Sword.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: B2[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Darth Nephthys"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: [member="Tacitanya"] | [member="Kaia Vullen"] | [member="Travot Ravenna"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Even with the efforts of his little Vahla Sister Darth Carach was hit by the raining debris of Travot’s usage of Telekinesis. Durasteel concrete hit him in the shoulders and face, forcing him to take two steps back against the hail, but the Sith Lord stayed staunch against the storm.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Rage unfolding itself at hearing Neph gasp in pain, fury. Amber filling those cold eyes and the Voice of the Dark Lord, one of his Mightiest decided that enough was enough. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]One of the cowards had already fled, another wasn’t doing anything, the third- the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]offender[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]- was being handled by his little sister… which left only one person to lash out to. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Kaia Vullen.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The little Miraluka Padawan had been gasping in the air, trying to fill her lungs again with the sweet air that Catherine had given to them. But she would not enjoy it for very long, she would sense the Sith Lord attempting to wrap the Force around her body.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And this time it would not be a crush, no… it would be far worse than that. Because as his hand raised itself up in an attempt to take hold of her, he would lash out with his arm.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Pointing against the wall to her right.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Before snapping the arm up.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Pointing it towards the ceiling.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Before finally… snapping it down with a snarl escaping his lips.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Pointing it to the floor.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Three moves, he would execute against her. If he managed to grab hold against her, she would experience pain, just as his sister had and at the end of it she would be left broken.[/SIZE]

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Location: b4
Allies: 85 sith troops and a medic
Enemy: [member="Draco Vereen"] and his 76 men

Harley was getting the last piece of shrapnel removed from. Her internal wounds had been healed, by careful bacta injections. All the was left to do was wake her up, this was something they unsure about. As to wake her, when she be in a lot of pain, with the internal bruising and that might cause her to kill someone. After all sith were not known for the niceness when in pain, they known for taking out on others. The medic prepared some pain killers with the adrenal shot, so she might not feel forced her pain initially. He gave to slight injections, and counted to ten. one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten let`s do it.
He then plunged the big needle into her, and injected her with shed load adrenalin. Her eyes went wide open, she bolted upright then projectile vomited on the medic. The entire contents of her last supper, was covering the medics armour.

Meanwhile the sith commander, was busy trying to keeping his men back not notice that the man was sneaking on the flank. Though his progress would be slow, as he was pulling back all the time. Though the republic troops, were doing their damndest to gain ground on him. He knew it and they knew it, he could win if he kept his distance from them. They also both new if they closed the gap, they would gain the upper hand. That was something he was trying to avoid, and was constantly telling each squad to pull back.

 

[Reverance]

Location: F7
Objective: Break something
Allies: [member="Athena Heron"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Tanek Santii"] | [member="Rel Connory"] | [member="Vrag"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Dair Cotarin"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mafj0f00VE​

The change in the grip, the shift in the posture after the devastating kick, was an indication towards the actions of his opponent. Where the Kel Dor was capable of dampening the attack against the Sith Lord, in Vonduun force dead armor, with a block was enough to cause tingling sort of sense. One of excitement. Maybe Gabriel would get the pain he so desired, the oozing blackness and death suddenly entrenching the world around them. Gabriel knew that scent of sinew, the taste of death and tar, the weaving and dancing of puppets to a chorus sung by the puppet master. But there was no time for that slow pause, the ever consistent moments of appreciation for such elegance and things he didn't understand. No, there was more blood to let loose from this Jedi Master.

The hard saber push from the Master was admirable, given his recent damages to that side of the body and the saber held in his corresponding left hand. The mirroring of the stalemate seemed to breed it's own form of desperateness as the Kel Dor reached out, blinking forth an uncontrolled yet unadulterated telekinetic push. Gabriel's first reaction was to lunge forward with his own left hand, matching the right hand of the Jedi Master, now ejecting the push at him. But this is where the differences would occur, one that would likely throw the prominent Jedi Master for a loop. As the force push, closer to a blast, hit the Vonduun Skerr Ygdris, the Sith Lord planted his feet as a bull rancor would against resistance. The blast surged against him and nulled against the Yuuzhan Vong armor, cascading and washing away from the crystalline and blackened beast as grease pulls away from water. The two just didn't mix. Yet Gabriel still felt the power of it swell against him and his armor, the reverberations were a torrent around him, rippling outward and hitting a republic droid and hurtling them towards the wall. For an unsuspecting Yuuzhan Vong, the attack may have caused even a stumbling or loss of balance. Unfortunately, Gabriel was aware enough to plant his feet and brace against it, confident in the beast that protected him. And unfortunately, the push was all power and less finesse, blinded by the pain of recent trauma.

With his own left hand preemptively shot out, reactionary to the initial gesticulation of the force attack, it attempted to grab at the wrist of Kian's right hand on the underside. If successful, his right armed saber would nudge back outward to his right, attempting to force the weakened left handed blade of his opponent out to Kian's left, splaying the Jedi Master for just the slightest moment. And with a speed the Kel Dor would have grown accustomed, Gabriel would lurch forward in a dual attack. First, a head butt to the face mask followed swiftly by a drawing back of his core weight as he attempted to kick the man hard, just beneath the solar plexus, intending to send him flying violently into a crowd of Yuuzhan Vong and droids. During the process of the attack, Gabriel once again flew upon the sails of force speed, aiding his body in a manifestation of movements that the untrained eye might interpret as motion blur.

NPC:
Location: F7 - F8 corridor
Forces: 260 Vong, working on the resistance in the corridor, still doing their thing.
Objective: Killing stuff, trying not to die against embu droid things.

 

[Des Kovak]

Spoiler

Location: E1, monitoring station Radar 04

Spoiler

Objective: Full nelson!
Allies: [member="Svarin Noimare"], [member=Zylah Dvale]
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Shuduc Macar"], [member=Cylus Jest]

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

Theme:
https://youtu.be/jhdFe3evXpk

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've witnessed your suffering
As the battle raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms


One moment, Des was heaving for renewed breath, couching and spluttering. The next, he stared on in silence and horror as his savior died before his eyes, cleaved clean in two. The death of the man who had just saved his life. The casual, arrogant way the Sith called out to the other Jedi even as he stood over Des, no doubt deeming him defeated. Perhaps most of all the stimm drugs now pumping through his veins. It was enough to send Des into a renewed frenzy, vitality returning to his limbs, his vision, his resolve. If he had to go, he decided, Des would go out like a Jedi.

Suddenly, the Padawan jumped up, both of his hands making a grab for the Sith. Leaving his lightsaber on the floor, Des appeared behind him, and wrapped his arms around the Sith's arms and grabbed hold of both of his wrists in a vice grip. His right hand clamped down on the Sith's lightsaber wielding hand, his left gripped the necks of the snakes that passed for his arm near their heads so they would not be able to whip around and bite him. His arms kept the Sith's arms pinned to his sides. The Padawan had many flaws, but physical weakness was not one of them. Des was almost stupidly strong, and he trained daily to keep his muscles in optimal condition. It was the one thing he banked on, showed off and relied on at all time. It was what should serve him well for his purpose now.

Des remembered the Jedi had introduced herself once, but with the rush of adrenaline and the situation, he could not remember it. He never had addressed her directly before either. Oh to hell with it, she'll get the message, he decided hurriedly. It wasn't important anyway. "Albino! Now!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, holding on to the Sith for dear life. If she read the situation well enough, she would know what she had to do. Run them both through, or waste the best opportunity she would ever have.

 

[Elijah Black]

Location: E1
Objective: Mount a heroic rescue of the totally not screwed Padawans in E1 through the use of Friendly Fire... Yeahh...
Allies: [member=Des Kovak], [member=Svarin Noimare]
Enemies: [member=Sage Bane], [member=Cylus Jest], [member=Shuduc Macar]
Primarily engaging with: [member=Sage Bane]
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nlJuwO0GDs[/media]

[SIZE=10pt]The Sith was not as surprised as she had hoped he'd be, although suppose she was announcing what she was up to with her entire body. Though unbeknownst to her, him being an Ataru practitioner himself, this was hardly a surprising move, rather a revealing one. He had likely recognized her form now. Her opponent was fast, and spun around to face her, yet he didn't push the attack. Was he holding back? She hoped not. She was struggling enough as is. Her sequences were halted by those blasted snakes of his, attached where his arm was supposed to be. The Sith were grotesque beings, at least neck down[/SIZE].

[SIZE=10pt]After the fact, her mind swiftly analyzed what had just transpired. She became aware of one surprising thing; when she had struck the snake, the Sith had cried out in pain with it. They were... Connected. Perhaps that was something she could exploit in the future, focusing her attacks on the snakes. Though they appeared lightsaber resistant, perfectly capable of blocking her attacks. Though perhaps they had weak spots? Their heads appeared to be one such spot. It wasn't much, but it was one of the few leads she had to work with so far. A direct attack did not seem sufficient to bring her foe down. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]He taunted her. Luckily for him, he'd found himself a Padawan with a temper. Her brows furrowed, and she seemed to put a little more strength behind each offensive swing, discounting her own defences further. It was a slight remark, not enough to set her off, yet the truth of it frustrated her. It didn't make the situation she was in seem any less hopeless. If only he had not been of slim shape, she could return his insult with fat-jokes. Ataru often neglected defence for the sake of a more intense offense. His remark put her off, to the point where she opened herself more than necessary. Yet, the Sith seemed to lose interest in her. She knew it wouldn't last long. It gave her a moment to realize her error, and calm herself. However it was not an easy thing to do, as her opponent didn't appear to consider her a worthy challenge. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Her eyes widened as she realized what he was going for. There was a worker, still alive. "No!" she'd cry out, already starting to move towards the two, but she was too late to save him. The Sith had butchered him. Zylah wondered, had the man been killed because of her? Surely he didn't pose a threat to the Sith. Was it all a ploy to demoralize her? Maybe. This one was without compassion, and she feared, not within the reach of redemption. Turning him to the light was not an option, he had to be destroyed. Of course, she'd have to defeat him first... She was still working on that part. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]He'd just sliced a man in half, and he was bored? She'd show him pateesa alright. Zylah readied her blade, preparing herself for round two. Was she up for this? As if to answer her self-posed question, she heard the voice of her master, Seraphina, reminding her If you only hope you are ready, then you are not. You must believe it to be it. Once more, she cleared her mind, letting the soothing, peaceful waves of the Force wash over her. I am ready. I trust the Force. Zylah's fate was in the hands of the Force now. Today, she would be Jedi. In victory or defeat, she would become a blade against darkness. Against the oppression of the Sith. There is no emotion, there is peace - she recited the first line of the Jedi Code in her mind. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]That was when [member=Des Kovak] entered into view. He had been hidden before, and maybe after the technician's attempt to save him, his body had come into view, but she had not been able to identify him. Now she did. She knew Des. Last time she'd seen him... Well, let's just say she hadn't expected to see him again. Not here. Though they hadn't spent much time together, aside from in group training sessions on Ossus, and occasionally with Kaia, another Padawan, she was glad to see he had returned. He had walked a dangerous path before, but it would appear, his heart and purpose lay with the Jedi. If only their reunion had been under more pleasant circumstances. "Des!" she shouted. Time seemed to slow, as she realized what he was trying to do. Zylah hesitated for a moment, her mind was racing, even though she knew what to do. Could she do it? The answer was always clear; There is no death, there is the Force. The Jedi were supposed to be the guardians of the galaxy. How many more would this Sith kill before he was finished? His bloodlust knew no bounds, she was sure. What were the lives of two Padawans to stop The Dark One? Zylah had only needed that very brief moment to consider it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She had already been advancing earlier, though the death of the technician and the 'arrival' of Des had halted it. Zylah renewed her charge. This was as good of chance they were gonna get. His skills with a lightsaber, she suspected, were superior to hers. That was where her strength lay. If she didn't take this chance, she did Des a disservice. Ready to sacrifice his life, standing this close to the Sith Knight, his demise would likely come by his hand if not by hers. There is no death, there is the Force. Force gathered at her feet, rushing the Arkanian, aka the albino, forwards. Force Speed was one of the few Force abilities she had some measure of skill in. Zylah lunged at the Sith Knight, striking him with her lightsaber in a clean stab, the green blade seeking to pierce through the gut of the Sith. If successful, she knew, it would hit Des as well. There was no room to hold back, she knew her fellow Padawan wouldn't be able to hold the Sith for long. This was it, this was their chance.[/SIZE]

 

[Athena Heron]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: F7[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Spread some nightmares – fans self in the middle of fighting men[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Tanek Santii"] [member="Jareth Johnathon Holst"] (Please not the two new players on F7 and tag them in your posts Jacen and Dair. And don’t forget to tag me! )[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Dair Cotarin"] ([member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kian Karr"]) [/SIZE]

Shots were fired. One, she already had force speed going for her. Two, she began building up the darkside of the force to send a force push to scatter the ammunition further when one of the re-animated bodies of Matsu's machinations wandered in front of her, zombie-style. With a crunch of skin and bone, it jerked back as it was peppered with the bolts, then jerked back a second time from a second round.

A sharp sting whistled along the tip of her ear and a warm, trickling sensation dripped down the side of her long, pale-blue neck. She didn't have to touch the wound to know she was nicked. She smiled wickedly, using the pain to fuel her energy and her desire for revenge. The peppered corpse still obeyed its master's orders, jerking toward Jacen while blood oozed from its many wounds.

Clunk. Clunk.

Pieces of a heater fell harmlessly to her sides as Tanek became her Togruta in shining sith armor. "Thanks," she clucked her tongue in a misplaced sing-songy voice. A curt nod went to Jacen. "That one is grabby in the force." Charcoal-gaze shifted to Dair. "That one likes to slice and dice. But the jedi do-good smell leeches off them both like too much bleach on a stainless floor."

Staying back, just behind and to the left of her fellow acolyte, she narrowed her eyes and sent a force push at a living republic soldier with enough force to send him flying backwards toward the awaiting arms and body of Dair. The soldier could very well break something on impact either with the jedi or something else. She was curious to see if the jedi would try to help him in some way before that could happen.

She certainly wouldn't help any of the vong if the same thing happened to them.

Sowwwy Rev.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: F7
Allies: [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Dair Cotarin"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Athena Heron"] | [member="Tanek Santii"] | [member="Jareth Johnathon Holst"]

The dead take time to rise. Snapping the twine of natural order and setting the foundations of the universe on their head are not actions lightly done. There were levels of complexity within the Force. Conjuring a brilliant sphere of light sat on a rung far below that of necromancy. Even the eldest Sith Lords from millennia ago had not simply waved their hands and made the dead rise with a mere whim. Rather, their energy had been siphoned off into the action.

The female Sith might began to experience an inkling of what exhaustion felt like. For mere microseconds before she had been assaulting the mind of a Jedi Master and making considerable headway. Had she redoubled her assault the contest would have necessitated each devoting the whole of their attention to the task and left them both frozen in place. Yet she'd broken off her assault and conducted an act of serious Sith sorcery, akin to the mental assault, but not so alike as to be done in the same breath of thought. And she'd done it without muttering an incantation, an incredibly impressive, but also incredibly taxing feat, for Sith sorcery, like the magics of Dathomiri witches, could seldom be done without the utterance of spells.

Korr had little time to assess all these factors. All his beleaguered mind could process was the sight of a grouping of corpses rising from the ground, their eyes black and their bodies mutilated. He watched in stupefied horror as Republic support fire tore into them, slaughtering the majority, but leaving a pair to charge through. Eyes the shade of mountain stone noted their thin braids and frail bodies... and it tore a hole in his chest to mirror that of the leaping padawan.

Coldness leeched through his soul, seeping out all the warmth from the core of his being. A chilling hand that clenched into a frozen, trembling fist. He felt a terrible, atramentous power roll inside him. Power beyond imagining. Rage beyond comprehension. The mask of no emotion he wore seemed to stiffen, as though beneath a sheen of frost.

It was all he could do not to explode in a tidal wrath of destructive force. Lips pressed together, eyes hard and empty, Korr swung his blade in two simple strokes. The first cut the leaping padawan in two at the waist. The second bisected the eyeless padawan. As the smoking halves fell away from the length of azure, Korr caught the stench of cooked flesh and burnt hair. His stomach churned. They'd been little better than mindless shells, driven only by the malevolence of the Dark Side, yet the act of butchering their already soulless corpses tore him right open.

He turned his gaze upon the female sorceress, all thoughts of measured disarmament gone.

The Force sped through his veins like heady adrenaline and he moved with inhuman speed and tenacity that spoke to the purity of his focus - if there could ever be anything pure about killing another living being. Blaster bolts whipped around him as he moved, each bounding step an act of precognitive grace encapsulated in humming reds and whining blues. His blade flashed, intercepting a series of errant shots from a Republic trooper, and he batted them back at the Sorceress with surety and precision. One for her chest, two for her thighs in rapid succession in the mere instant before he was upon her, saber humming in a swift cadence of thrusts, high-low-high, in a devastating burst of a Form IV Saber Swarm, aimed to drive her into a defensive stance, if not to skewer her outright.

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: E1
Objective: Kill, maim, look good while doing it, wait...oh no they didn't
Allies: [member="Shuduc Macar"]
Enemies: [member="Svarin Noimare"]
Primarily engaging with: [member="Zylah Dvale"] and [member="Des Kovak"] (he's back in action!)

Des, for all intents and purposes, been left for dead by Sage, so when he rose up behind the Sith Knight, it felt unnatural, as if the man were a shambling corpse rising from its icy grave. With a grunt, Des hooked his arms around Sage's and grabbed the amphistaves by their throats, his hand tactically placed just out of reach of their bites. The amphistaff heads hissed, and Sage hissed along with them, synchronized outrage at being pinned in Des' vice-like grip. Sage violently struggled to free himself, thrashing in time with his serpentine arm, but his efforts yielded no freedom. The other man outmatched him in brute strength, but Sage had the advantage of near effortless mastery of the Force. The Sith Knight began to replenish his well of dark side power, and soon tiny sparks of electricity began to dance off his body, making every hair stand on end. Suddenly Sage heard Des cry out about... an albino? The other Padawan! Sithspit, the Jedi were coordinating their attacks.

Sage's head snapped forward just in time to see the silver-haired Jedi Padawan rushing towards him at inhuman speeds, her green lightsaber out held in front of her like a battering ram. But Sage was all charged up and ready. In the next second, the Sith Knight let out an inhuman scream as Force lightning consumed both he and Des where they were intertwined together. The voltage was so high, their skeletons were visible through their skin, like an xray. Sage would be able to withstand the shock, but it would surely break Des' hold on him if not blow him backwards. Sage would presumably be free to somersault away from the female Jedi's eviscerating lunge. Unfortunately, his acrobatics were not fast enough to allow him to escape unscathed. The smell of burning flesh assaulted his nostrils as the female Jedi's green blade slashed deeply into his thigh muscle, scorching his pale flesh through his armorweave pantleg.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: ???
Allies: Mummah([member="Kira Talith"]), [member="Micah Talith"]
Enemies: Fear
Objective: Run!

“Mummah!” Aela screamed again, grasping onto her mothers hand and pulling her as hard as he she could.

There would be no leaving her mother behind, no stopping to help. Aela was a scared fifteen year old girl. They had all fought today, they had all won today, but now...now reality was setting in. That odd mix of adrenaline, fear, and terror began to set into their minds. A few of the Brat Pack had already scattered, making it back to the ship.

Aela and Micah were the two that remained, and the horrors of war enclosed around them. Knowing what that was, feeling the lives of so many simply wink of out existence within the force, there was no way that Aela would leave her mother behind.

She pulled on Kira's sleeve as hard as she could, wrenching her and pulling the smaller blonde woman alongside her. There was no more waiting. It was time to get off this world, and the quick footsteps of the three saw them running towards the ship already containing their friends.

 

[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: ????
Location: B6
Objective: GET TO THE CHOPPA

Were it on another difference circumstance, the fact that the taller girl was tugging at her petite mother would be a comical sight. But not here. Not now.

"Go, go!" There was no time to act. To think. The entire focus for the trio was to get to the ship. Feet would pound upon the duracrete floor, with Kira wrapping the the Force around them to keep them out of sight. Her heart thundered in her chest, and it hurt to breathe, but she couldn't spare a second.

Every one was precious.

It wasn't long before they came running into the docking station, dropping the cloak of the Force as Kira pushed the kids towards the ship.

Up the ramp they went, the Jedi Master rushing inside to get a headcount. None would be left behind.

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

Location: F7
Objective: A Kethanite gift
Allies: [member="[/FONT][/SIZE]Reverance"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Athena Heron"] and [member="Tanek Santii"].
Enemies: [member="[/FONT][/SIZE]Kian Karr"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] and [member="Dair Cotarin"]
(See bio for all weapons and abilities. I will link to them individually as I use them; however, if you want to know what's at my disposal before hand I would most certainly check the bio.)

Spoiler

Location: F7
Forces: 3 Massassi lieutenants, 150 stormtroopers, 47 Golian(http://starwarsrp.net/topic/56354-golian-species/#entry854621)scouts -2 Golians
Opponents: Republic NPC's

*If one were perceptive, they might see the pale gray blur of Golians as they rushed across the edges of the fight, relaying vital information about the battle. Dust could SEE the battlefield in his mind, pieced together perfectly by the senses of his Golian scouts. 2 scouts died to enemy soldiers; however, several republic soldiers on the fringes were torn open by Golian claws. Dust had seen what he needed and realized there were 2 weaker allies on his side against 2 Republic force users and 2 very powerful combatants against 2 other Republic force users. The powerful Sith needed no assistance, and even if they did they were unlikely to find much use in a newly Knighted Sith. That being said, the other two fighters, likely acolytes, were perfect for turning the tables.*

Dust: *To the Massassi* "I will be fighting what appear to be Jedi, I need you to stay back and command the troops. Do not engage, this conflict is not worth your lives; however, the stormtroopers are entirely expendable."

:resent::

*Dust had immediately moved toward the small force user battle among the other fighting. He moved in after the Togruta had saved the avian creature, walking up behind them slowly, still cloaked from their senses by his force stealth.*

Dust: *To the two Acolytes* "Can you two handle the one who is, 'grabby in the force'? If you can, I believe I can handle the other easily."

*Dust had charged his body with electricity, insulating his feet from the ground to maintain the charge. This meant that if he was touched by someone who was touching the ground they would get one quick shock powerful enough to cause pain and a seizing of muscles for an instant. This was the only way he could use his alter environment to great effect in this domed setting as there was not a terribly grand amount of environment to alter; however, using it to charge his own body was an excellent way of giving himself an upper hand in a melee fight. If Voice of the Fallen (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/57792-voice-of-the-fallen/#entry863281)struck true this would be an easy fight, but he had to take into account the fact that his most powerful technique, alter environment, was very limited here.*

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Location: B1 - Attempting to escape through A1
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] - [member="Tmoxin Temi"] - [member="Greta Kohler"]

Getting past the thinning forces of the young blonde woman was easy enough now that her own were so few, but things only seemed to get worse and worse for Varus as he tried to get as many as possible out of their grave situation. When he was leading the remained of his units through the B1 sector, in route to A1, Varus felt a tremor through the force. Not a moment later did he hear the clicks of blast bugs wings, but before he could do anything about it they started to land at the feet and against the backs of their targets. One after another, explosions rang out as the fearful Rebel Soldiers ran, only one among them sliding to a halt.

Varus separated himself from the pack, raising his hands and using the force to ward off the rest of the bugs that collided into the floor all around him. The explosions were violent and stifling, but he held his ground until one of them landed only ten feet in front of him and sent him reeling. In that moment, it was all he could do to throw his hands up and try and put a wall of the force between he and the fires that reached out to engulf him, but it only helped so much. The fire burned and the explosion rushed through him like the most powerful burst of wind he'd ever experienced and he was thrown head over heels.

His body tumbled through the air like he were some kind of acrobat, but he didn't land with the grace and posture that came with a lifetime of training. Instead he came down on the flat of his back, tumbling over a couple more times before he came sliding to a stop in the arms of Torkan, one of his last Commandos left alive who pulled him to his feet as the others continued siphoning into the A1 sector. "Go...", Varus said, turning and pushing him towards the doors of the A1 sector, following him with long, heavy strides of his own leather boots.

Their footfalls matched one another's as the sea of clanking boots entered into A1, yet as the last man passed into that section of the factory, Varus skidded to a halt at the edge of the blast doors. He watched as Torkan, the first to turn and see what was going on connected eyes with him. As they did, Varus reached out with his right hand and tripped the blast door panel with the force and said, "Find Kian and continue the fight along side the others..."

"NOOOOOO!!!", the man called out as he skidded to a halt and fought against inertia in order to begin bounding back into the opposite direction, but it was too late. The blast doors slammed shut, and as he stammered to try and make it to the panel to try and override the command Varus casually made his way to the very panel on the opposite side of the durasteel wall. He stopped in front of it, pulled out his saber and ignited the weapon, jamming it into the controls and pressing it so that it would melt all the way through. A few seconds later, Torkan's hands pulled away from scalding hot controls that began to slowly meld into itself, it's face turning red as it warped and contorted into something very different from what it was before.

"Find Kian...", he whispered to the door, the voice carrying his voice to those he'd just relieved of his command. "...reinforce him and win this fight.", he said, his words met with loud rapping against the door from the Commando that hadn't been willing to give up on him just yet. Even that sound fell into silence, though, as the others fought and restrained him so that they could continue to move just as Varus had instructed them to.

Turning, Varus took a deep breath as he glanced back and fourth throughout the large, connecting corridor that he'd just sealed off to A1. He smirked as he shook his head and started slowly walking down that corridor, towards B1, in the direction of those vile demons he'd been instructed to defeat that day. So much for his victory, but perhaps the others would have more grace by the force in the end.


NPCs leaving Varus: 92 - 5 YVH-2 Droids - 4 EMBU Droids - 2 Republic Commandos(Officers) - 27 Republic Snipers - 53 Standard Republic Soldiers
Location: Pushing through A1
Objective: Fall back and join the fight to the South-East - Reinforce [member="Kian Karr"]
Opponents: [member="Vrag"] - [member="Tmoxin Temi"] - [member="Greta Kohler"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: C3
Objective: Search for the 'Rents. (#Abandoned)
Allies: Her mother's friends. (So nobody.)
Enemies: Probably everyone. (Eventually [member="Catherine Soja"])

There was something absolutely downright disgusting about war. For the longest time she could never put her finger on it - she'd lived a sheltered life with her mother and father, always staying quite close to her father's side. She had been raised as wholesomely as a business titan and a Sith lord could manage, which was ironically quite a bit more wholesome than was likely - the closest she was to being an evil, cold-hearted crone was that she treated "lesser beings" as absolute trash, rare circumstances aside. Her sister, Rose, had been closer to the Sith than she was, always trying to impress her insufferable mother with feats of skill and power, always pushing harder to achieve what was always just out of reach. Lily didn't quite have that problem. The force was as accessible to her as a book was to her sister, but it was also far too tedious and boring. She practiced sith alchemy, something which offered some fun that things such as lightning did not, and a few other abilities that hardly were within the repertoire of the common Sith or Jedi. Where her mother and sister drew on rigid and, again, boring swordplay, such as with Makashi, Lily felt it was more challenging to approach a situation with the most unpredictable of the lightsaber forms, the seventh form. She was by far no where near as skilled with a lightsaber as her sister, by any means, but she was certainly not incompetent - her sister had been shown the ropes by two Sith lords, after all, she'd simply buried her own head in books and learned the tools of business while she steadily worked towards being accepted into the college of naval warfare on Anaxes rather than become an anti-social sloth like Rose.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized her sister was like a socially awkward version of her mother. She was moody, much like her mother every third Tuesday of the month, she ate more than her figured allowed and somehow maintained it - how in the world she managed that was impossible for the teenager to comprehend - and most of all she seemed more attached to this 'dark side' cultist craziness than she was. As strange as that was, seeing as how her sister was hardly even capable of performing the simplest of hat tricks with the force - at least when she compared her own accomplishments to her sister's. Where her sister could lift a small rock, she could lift her, where her sister could utilize force lightning in a rather minor style, she could create a wildfire from her fingertips. Of course this was simply Lily believing herself to be the galaxy's gift to her family, not quite accurate truth - even in the force she lacked qualities her sister had, though it was mostly because Lily never really attempted to delve into learning these sorts of things while her sister had always made a conscious effort to succeed in all that she did when it came to this meaningless drivel. As irony would have it, however, it was not the combat-ready, battle-hardened, grumpy little sister that would happen to be lodged on Telti in the middle of a full-scale invasion, it would be Lily. The bookworm. The fashion diva. The queen twin. Complainer of all things.

Standing, confused and lost, in the center of some combat zone in Telti, searching for clues as to where her parents had vanished to, was Lily Kirsche Kuhn. And she had not a single fething clue as to what she was going to do now that there were people heading her way, or how she would survive the night without her sister. Now that she gave it thought, she really did rely on her sister for these sort of situations quite often, if not always.

"Kark me."

 

[Des Kovak]

Spoiler

Location: E1, monitoring station Radar 04

Spoiler

Objective: get toasty
Allies: [member="Svarin Noimare"], [member=Zylah Dvale]
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Shuduc Macar"], [member=Cylus Jest]

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

Theme:
https://youtu.be/EQTRX23EMNk

And who by brave assent, who by accident,
Who in solitude, who in this mirror,
Who by his lady's command, who by his own hand,
Who in mortal chains, who in power,
And who shall I say is calling?



Des answered the Sith's cry with his own scream of pain and the Force lightning cascaded over his body, searing his flesh, burning his tunic. He gritted his teeth and managed to hold on for several precious moments longer, buying as much time as he could for his fellow Jedi. Finally, his muscles spasmed and he was forced to let go, falling back as small plumes of smoke rose from his singed clothes. He grinned as he fell down, looking up to the albino's lightsaber score a hit. "How's that for a challenge, ya fething bastard," he grunted as he hit the ground. Perhaps the wound was enough for the Jedi to win the advantage. At the very least, the Sith would be less jumpy-aroundy, Des hoped, which seemed to be an integral part of his chosen lightsaber form as far as Des could tell.

With another subdued grunt of pain, Des rolled around to his stomach and started crawling back to where he had dropped his lightsaber. Searching the floor for his weapon, he wanted to seek out Cylus Jest. He had seen the man here, he was certain, and he was nowhere around to be seen. The inquisitor was a dangerous man, Des knew, a menace that needed to be dealt with, and if he was here Des would be the one to deal with him.

 

[Vrag]

Location: B1
Objective: Crush the Jedi
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"]
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NPC
Location: Group 1 [D2àC2] | Group 2 [F5àF7]
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​

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Spoiler: Movements

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWSPHu53IXc​

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The warriors of Yun'Yuuzhan screamed their delight to the heavens at the smell of scorched flesh and burning fat that filled the stale air of the facility. They heaved and taunted, catching the bugs that had failed to reach an appropriately living target in time. They screeched and reeled as the cowardly infidels sought shelter and safety from the incessant assault behind the thick hull of the blast doors.

Even Vrag felt her lips curl back into a derogatory sneer, her respect for the opposition plummeting like a block of duracrete in the water. Her thoughts briefly flashed to Manaan, to the way Ahto slowly but surely went sinking into the sea once the Sith severed its lifeline. From there it naturally progressed to [member="Darth Carach"], and she wondered for a moment what the Lord was doing. If those Padawans were still keeping him busy, perhaps it was time they had a bout in the training chamber instead of the bedroom for once.

The desperate wail in the distance drew her attention from her short-lived trip down the memory lane, and the woman focused again; this was no time for aimless thought. She admonished herself internally, watching carefully as the Vong dropped from the walkways, landing with agility that belied their muscular frames. She admired their skill from afar just a few seconds more, reveling in the swiftness with which they assumed a circle in the middle of the near-empty room. Even though each of them was yearning to claim the glory of slaying a Jeedai for themselves, they would defer to their Commander. Begrudgingly, perhaps, but the Yun'O were the only thing they respected more than hierarchy. They lowered their heads in deference, giving the two Force users a wide berth as they moved to form a loose ring.

She dropped down, the Vonduun absorbing most of the impact while the rest traveled up her coiled muscles. In one fluid movement, the firrerreo rose to her full height again. With her armor on, the Hand of the Dark Lord easily towered over two meters in height, the 'horns' of her helmet reeling slightly at the scent of spilt blood wafting about.

She had tried reasoning with one Jedi today already. In their typical self-righteous fashion, the blonde had turned down the offer with spite in her voice; why bother trying again?

Talk, she'd learned, was mostly useless. Oh, well.

She kept her cold blue eyes trained on the casual stride of her opponent — whether it was arrogance or apathy, she didn't know — and reached over her shoulder to pull free the chitin carbine that came 'default' with her Skerr Ygdris. Well, default was such a crude term; one could claim the two were buddies, rather, and hated being separated from each other. Who was she to deny them?

Planting her feet firmly on the ground, the woman grinned and squeezed the organic equivalent of a trigger, ejecting a number of angry and buzzing thud bugs at the strolling Jedi; merely a reminder that she didn't have all day, of course.

With a decent swarm of the beetles homing in on the man, Vrag allowed the weapon to return into the embrace of the Vonduun, readying her saber and palming the pouch on her hip. When he came into range, the Hand of the Dark Lord would be ready to welcome him with the warmest of greetings.