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Invasion Bark at the Moon (OS Invasion of Telti)

LOCATION: F7
OBJECTIVE: Break the line.
ALLIES: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Jareth Johnathon Holst"] | [member="Tanek Santii"]
ENEMIES: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Jared Starchaser"] | [member="Dair Cotarin"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1O2xEV8ohg​

Matsu could hardly be called a conventional Sith. She shared none of the draconian aesthetic that had become so common as to be cliché, did not enjoy the endless sound of her own voice, but most striking of all…she knew patience. Sixteen years she’d spent perfecting her ability to use sorcery and her mind at the cost of most other skills one would expect at least some knowledge of when it came to a darksider. The ability to cast without speech had brought her endless pain – and suffering was the path to perfection. She loved her dead and in some sense every action brought her closer to unheard-of mastery.

And the disturbance, that horror radiating off the Jedi, was fuel. When presented with stoicism she had reserves of situations both real and imagined, the image of muscle striation just beneath the surface of tattooed flesh removed. Rev’s tolerance for her experimentation was nothing short of inhuman and in the moments where she needed it most the promise of flaying him brought her strength. But this red-haired man’s struggle started a buzzing in her brain that left her focused despite the drain of reanimating his order’s youngest and brightest.

By the time he leapt for her the black motes had left her vision almost entirely, only a few floating across her field of view as she moved on instinct. The first deflected blaster bolt sped for her chest and she paid it the most attention, raising a phrik-laced cybernetic arm, the bolt bursting in green plasma against her countermove. Her motion forward saved her from the worst of the deflections though a hiss escaped her as one burned a shallow path through the back of her left thigh.

She knew little of lightsaber combat besides enough defensive technique to protect herself – it was foolish to meet a masterful practitioner head-on using his own craft. So instead she attempted to use it against him. She’d stepped enough in to his strike to meet him as it began, lifting her left arm bent at the elbow to catch his blade on the flat of her reinforced forearm. Even Phrik wasn’t meant to withstand prolonged contact with a lightsaber but that wasn’t her intention – she was willing to sacrifice a length-wise hole in her cybernetic, screaming as the blade slowly started burning downwards through metal and an artificial nervous system that allowed her to feel the pain that made normal creatures strive to preserve precious limbs.

She’d learned hers were replaceable.

She hoped the blade would get caught in the melting plexisteel and phrik, tangled in mechanisms, forcing the Jedi to wrench it free. But her move was double-fold. Her pain fueling her to unknown heights she sprang the talons in her right hand, exerting a telekinetic pull on the Jedi already in downward-motion to hopefully spear him on phrik claws that could easily pierce through light armors.
 

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White Wolves Gunner
LOCATION : F8
OBJECTIVE: Bring peace and return safely
ALLIES: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Jared StarChaser | [member="Dair Cotarin"] | The Galactic Republic |
ENEMIES: The One Sith |[member="Matsu Xiangu"] |


This was the first official battle Eden had defended alongside the republic, she looked at her 'map', pushing down into F7 to the fire she had heard, she held her blaster in hand, waiting for what she saw ahead as she entered F7, ready to defend. Defend whatever was there anyway, to be honest to herself, she was clueless.
"What is in here anyways?"
 
Location: B2
Objective:
  1. Bring up a massive bubble of protection against that last crate.
  2. Gather bearings and give strength to Darth Carach.
  3. ???
  4. Profit.

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


The massive crate came right at them again, but this time Darth Nephthys was ready. Through her pain, and a now broken rib or two, the petite Darth brought both hands up. A surge of the Force came churning within the Vahla hybridd, and a crimson sphere of kinetic electrically charged energy came flaring in front of her and Carach.

The crate hit the pulsing red energy field as if hitting a solid wall; and under her mask there was a twitch of a brow and the grind of teeth.

She protected them from the attack, but she would do more than that. As she was wont to do more energy would get funneled to Carach. The padawan would run away, but that didn't mean that they would hold back.
 
Location: B1
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Vrag"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6nVKULeGdE

What have we done? What have we become?
A broken mirror reflecting only darkness...


Disrupted vision and closed off hearts,
We've turned our face away from those we're sent to love...

But now I hear your voice calling me back home! It isn't over yet.
Bringing hope into our hopelessness! Turning hearts from stone to flesh.

In a world headed for self destruction. The answer is here. Are we too blind to see it?
In a world headed for self destruction. The answer is here. Are we too blind to see it?

It's the blind! Leading the blind! Leading the blind to their demise!!!


The look in the eyes of the Yuuzhan Vong would have been unsettling to someone who wasn't prepared to die, but no matter how menacing and ungodly the creatures had looked, Varus had remained unaffected and unafraid. He wouldn't let a couple of monsters under the bed frighten him, no matter what his fate was to be, he just hoped that he'd be spared the suffering and be given the quick death that he at least agreed that every warrior deserved. It was a pity that the Sith thought so differently.

One way or another, Varus didn't see many options in his given situation, but perhaps there would be a way that presented itself after what chaos was coming would ensue. And even though he had little faith that he was going to make it to the next day, he knew the force had already planned out for him exactly what was meant to happen, and it would see to it that he left that life at the perfect time, if indeed it was his time. This helped remind him that fear could take no hold, and though there would be pain, he need not be afraid. Mortality was a fickle thing after all. You could live a hundred perfectly healthy years smoking deathsticks every day and die old in a bed, or you could be killed crossing the street as a bold and adventurous child that had wondered to far from their mother.

That was fate, and Varus was ready to meet his and become just another body in the death toll if his number was going to come up, but he certainly wasn't going to go easy into that awfully cold, rigid, ugly night of which the Sith mistress would no doubt attempt to present to him. That's why, as she approached, Varus stopped, turned and faced her, letting his head fall back a bit as his mind calmed and his senses reached out around him. He relied on the meditation from before, when the Sith had first arrived, and allowed himself to so easily slip back into the form of Force Valor to even attempt to make this one a fair fight, though his efforts would likely be for naught.

Slowly, Varus raised his head back forwards after a few moments, opening bright, veiled blue eyes that looked like they should have belonged to a ghost. His expressionless face was something that had unnerved others before this Sith, but he had to assume that she knew exactly what was happening to him, and so it shouldn't have surprised her that he wore no smirk or disapproving grimace upon his youthful features.

The moment the clatter of wings rang out, Varus knew exactly what to expect, having dealt with the thud bugs before on Manaan. To his advantage, though, Varus had become incredibly agile, and though the bugs homed in with incredible accuracy, they themselves were unable to match Varus for speed, and each one of them missed and circled around behind him as he weaved between them, each one. His steps were quick, his eyes soaked in an ice blue color and resting on the Sith harlot who reached for her blade.

Each step took him closer, and though the few Thud bugs were zipping in behind him, Varus was confident that his speed would keep them at bay for now. In turn, they would make an interesting piece to the puzzle of the fight that was unfolding, as the closer he was able to stick to his target, the more trouble they would be for her too to deal with as they darted back and forth attempting to land a blow on Varus. As he neared her, though, Varus reached down and snatched a saber from his belt with either of his hands, and from each hand a violet light burst, the perfectly matching blades sweeping low and dragging across the metal floor to produce a track of sparks.

When he was almost upon her, Varus raised his blades and crossed them intent on running right through her and severing her with the crossed blades like a pair of scissors, but before he could make the attempt, his eyes picked up on her free hand's movement towards a pouch on her hip at the same time the force called out it's warning and sent a rush of energy through his body. Instantly he jumped from the spot only feet in front of the Sith and turned a front flip over her head, crossing either of his sabers in the hopes of guarding himself from an overhead strike aimed at him while in mid-flight.


NPCs in route to Kian: 91 - 5 YVH-2 Droids - 4 EMBU Droids - 2 Republic Commandos(Officers) - 27 Republic Snipers - 53 Standard Republic Soldiers
Location: A8
Objective: Fall back and join the fight to the South-East - Reinforce [member="Kian Karr"]
Opponents: [member="Vrag"]
 
Location: C4
Objective: Finish participation in Invasion
Allies: [member="Damian Starchaser"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] [Damian], [member="Vrag"] [Formerly], [member="Khallesh "][Formerly]

Kana reached the pipe as the hold of her leg was released and her body plummeted ever so briefly. Her entire being spun around, the hold on her savior the pipe was wrenched from her hand and once again she plummeted into the dark. Her hands ached, her arm ached and her back ached. Nothing about the fall gave her confidence enough to believe the landing would change that.

Her mind went to focus on the force, on the landing and the things that really mattered in the moment. Though the fall was in reality not as long as she would be expecting it to be time came to a crawl as it always tended to do in situations such as these. Kana pondered on just exactly what had happened. She had been beat by an unknown assailant and her henchman. Her arm was bleeding and the gusts of winds digging into the wound caused it a burn unlike any other.

But it was nothing compared to the burn that came not long after.

With a crack she hit the ground. A second pained scream emanated in the dark around her as ribs and bug-bitten arms broke. The sound echoed around the vast and dark emptiness. Had she not been as weary from the war as she was she would have tried to draw a parallel between the dark and her enemy, but not today. Not anymore.

She was a healer in the role of a soldier fighting a war she no longer wanted any part of. Not that she had any choice in the matter, her vow to the Order was not one easily broken. She fought because she had no reason not to. She fought because it was expected of her and she fought because for as long as she had been in the Order it was all they had prepared the bulk of them for.

Her eyes closed as she dragged herself up against the wall. Her hand covered her bleeding wound from the razor bug’s bite. It was like an added insult to injury by none other than fate itself. Though perhaps it all really lie in Kana’s own stupidity, but what purpose would kneeling to a Sith serve? She’d be an indentured slave or worse.

The jedi dug in to let the force work with her body. The pain lingered but at least she could walk. The ship was somewhere nearby, she knew it was but there was no point in going there just yet. If anything the very spot she was in right now was about as safe as it could get. At least without her lightsaber.

Her eyelids wanted to close, her body go limp and rest but she fought it.

Dying now would serve her no purpose at all, much more so it wouldn’t help her student in the slightest. She had to hold on, for Damian and his continued education. It was a weird sentiment, but for what it was worth it helped and Kana remained sitting in the dark. Damian would know she was safe, she knew she was safe. All that remained was getting to that ship, but all in good time.

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Location: E7 -> E8
Objective: Capture Ali Hadrix Successfully
Allies: One Sith | @Darth Parash
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"] and the Republic

Defeat was a beautiful sight.

She knew this was no time and place for Ali to fight her. It would simply turn into another game of pain and pleasure. Ali could only burn her so many times, besides, the older woman had already scraped her pale skin. She could still feel the sting of the wound; the wincing amount of pain that made her arm twitch. She applied a little bit of force to the open wound; the dark fabric covering it was tainted with her blood.

Ali used her rifle as a cane, pushing her back up her feet. She was like a phoenix, ready to rise among the ashes. Sitara would love to bring her down over and over again, but it was Ali who set herself ablaze. Amidst the destruction that was happening around them, Sitara could only find peace in the republic woman’s blue-grey eyes. The eyes of unhampered defeat.

If only she could runaway with her now.

There was still much to be done, and Sitara hadn’t totally thought the whole plan through. Indeed, it shouldn’t matter to the republic who Ali was fraternizing with, but her surrender was definitely a crime on its own. There were many ways to play this situation, but Sitara was simply happy to take the woman home at last. Her crowded loft barely had room enough for one, let alone two.

So what was her plan now? It was hard for her to runaway with a person from the Republic. Ali was technically her prisoner now, and she’d need to find more Sith people to stay safe. She ran her eyes over the woman; a person who didn’t experience any physical pain now but would definitely be having her taste later. Sitara patted the woman on the head and smiled.

She took Ali’s wrist in hers and scanned the area.

Well now my dear, we run.
 

Vrag

The Second Seal, broken.
Location: B1
Objective: Smashy!
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"]

NPC
Location: Group 1 at C2 | Group 2 [F6àF7]
Forces: 280 Yuuzhan Vong of Legion Yun'Do | 20 with Vrag
Group 1: 130 in C2
Group 2: 130 heading to F7
Enemies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACL_5nls_Tk
If Vrag had been banking on striking her opponent down with the thud bugs, his dodging routine would have certainly thrown a wrench in her plans. Unfortunately for the Jedi, however, he was playing directly into her hand — heh, hand — and she was going to exploit it to its full extent. Even as she shouldered the carbine once more, the woman noted the bugs skittering across the metal paces behind the Jedi, where they would eventually come to crawl back to one of the warriors of Yun'Yuuzhan. Were she more skilled at throwing the nang hul, the creatures would have eventually returned to her grasp, but she wasn't — as was clearly indicated by her use of the launcher — and so they didn't, returning to the loving embrace of the Vong instead.

He came charging right at her with his blades exposed, like an enraged animal trying to break free from a desperate situation. Not today.

Then he lunged, his powerful muscles sending him into the air above her. Not one to be outdone, Vrag pivoted on her left leg to move out of his line of attack and yanked downwards with her right hand in the same motion, adding the twist of her hips to the Force pull. As she attempted to disrupt his elegant gymnast performance and slam him down against the metal floor, the Sith would conclude what she'd started with the pouch, wrenching it free from the grasp of Vonduun and hurling it at the spot where the Jedi was likely to prematurely finish his front-flip, hopefully faceplanting onto his rebreather for good measure.

Jedi, meet blorash jelly. Jelly, meet Jedi Knight.
 
Location: B6
Objective: Get gone

Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Hylocereus"] [member="Laura Na'Varro"] [member="Kira Talith"]
Enemies: None

Mara had watched on holocam as the Brats scrambled aboard. Now the tension of an impossible choice faded away as Master Talith joined them, rearguard action complete. With that tension went a block she hadn't known was there. Mara's hands tightened on the controls as she focused on the part of her that could fly just about anything. The ship trembled gently, a nervous buzz from the fiberplast hull and the nonlinear spaceframe.

Long-range sensors showed a fierce conflict, but space was larger than any fleet, and everything she felt and knew told her that this ship was fast. As the ground fell away, she jacked her iCapsule into the intercom and toggled it. Her hands had stopped shaking. The Force flooded through her like it never had before. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. Please enjoy our in-flight music."

Then she dialed inertial dampeners down to 95%, floored the accelerator, and turned the intercom up to eleven.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoGweOFqapU
 
Location: F7
Objective: Victory for the Sith, fall of Telti
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: [media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IosvzYToqOE[/media]
NPC:
Location: F7
Forces: 100
Opponents: [member=Jacen Voidstalker]'s NPC troops


Though unaware of the assault of Vrag's Vong, it was convenient. They would hit his troops from the west, while Tanek's own soldiers from the east. They were finally in position to commence their assault, and a wave of blaster fire erupted as they challenged their position. They would fight. They would die. It would not matter. The real battle was the one their commander was about to enter into. Jedi... Sith. They were what mattered. Anyone else, static, fuel for the Dark Side as the moon was consumed by hatred, revenge, death and despair.

Tanek felt excited at the prospect of battle, every cell within him seemingly roaring with anticipation after he had touched down. He listened to Athena, as she gave her a brief description of them both. Grabby-in-the-Force and Slice-and-dice. The pair seemed to complement each other. They would separate them. He didn't say anything back, he was a Torgruta of few words. Tanek simply nodded in understanding. To the Sith Knight, he said "I will deal with him", replying affirmatively, allowing the Knight to pick his preferred target. It was all the same to him.

As Athena began launching her own cover attack, tossing a soldier towards Jacen, Tanek saw that as his opening into the fight. It was unlikely to take out the Padawan, but it would provide him cover, if necessary, to approach his target. And so he sprang into motion. It had been a good idea, he realized, as a grenade was launched, though Tanek did not appear to its main target. Regardless, the blast radius might've been a threat to him had Athena not dealt with it in the way she did. Did this make them even? Perhaps. Hopefully, his charge would leave him too close for the Padawan to fire another slug at him, without endangering himself. Further, hopefully the distance Tanek had covered, and his speed, would not allow him to switch to another ranged weapon, fire, and then ready his lightsaber in defence before the Acolyte was upon him.

By this time, it appeared the other Sith had engaged the one his fellow Acolyte had addressed as Slice-and-dice. Tanek's opponent seemed to stand, ready for this duel to commence, ready to dispatch the Acolyte. Very well, it was about time these two clashed against each other. Who would be the last one standing? Would they even be allowed to finish their duel, or would it be decided by whichever of the Masters claimed victory? Time would show. Time spent speculating was time wasted. Now it was time to fight. His saberhand brought his lightsaber in front of him in a ready guard, his spare hand left free, anticipating. He'd open up the duel with a very basic diagonal swing. Of course, if the Padawan was sloppy in deflecting it, he stood the risk of being split in half, from shoulder to opposing hip. Yet Tanek did not expect to end this fight within the first swing. It merely sat the stage, the real fight came next. Let the dance begin.
 
Location: E1
Objective: Kill, maim, look good while doing it
Allies: [member="Shuduc Macar"]
Enemies: [member="Svarin Noimare"]
Primarily engaging with: [member="Zylah Dvale"] [member="Des Kovak"]

Even though the two Padwans were stupidly in over their heads, Sage had to give them a small measure of respect. There were few who were brave enough to keep this battle going, and Force knew that his tentacles were enough to make some turn tail. These two were tenacious alright, but respect alone wouldn't change the Sith Knight's mind. He was going to kill them both, slowly and painfully. His eyes flashed to Des where he belly-crawled on the floor towards his waiting lightsaber hilt. The boy posed no real threat in his shape, so Sage would leave him be. The silver-haired female on the other hand, was the more concerning opponent.

Sage turned to face her with an edge of pain in his expression and a heaviness to his eyes. Force lightning took a great deal of energy to wield, and once Sage landed his somersault, his limbs felt like lead. He only hoped his fatigue did not show. The Padawan returned his taunts with a scorn that was more Sith than Jedi, then launched her next attack, coming at him with the bat-like flurry of strikes indicative of the Ataru form. She was quick, but a bit sloppy in her zealotry. Between his own red blade and his tentacles, he was gracefully able to parry her blows. One strike in particular, battered one of the heads of his arm, and again, both Vong creature and Sith Knight shrieked in a duet of agony. Once the female Jedi's rotation ended, Sage wheezed audibly, gulping in copious amounts of air before launching into a one-handed attack with his lightsaber. He leveled a barrage of inhumanly fast strikes at the Jedi's midsection. As he moved in closer to her, his tentacles sought to wrap themselves around her green plasma blade, attempting to wrench it from her grip and fling it across the room. His hot breath tickling her neck, he leaned in, softly hissing in her ear.

"Yield to me, girl. Or you will know a new form of suffering."
 
Location: C4
Objective: KAINE!
Allies [member="Kana Truden"]
Enemies [member="Darth Vornskr"] (Just die!) [member="Vrag"] [member="Khallesh"]

Location: C4
Forces: Less than 100 dudes now...
Enemies: Like 400 Vong and 300 Blackblade Guardsmen on their way….

Damian’s chest felt heavy, the electrical surge he’d suffered at the onset of the battle mingling with his exertion of dodging and attacking the sith lord. For a moment however he was elated. Kaine lay broken on my back not budging an inch and Damian thought he may have won. His old self would have sneered at the dessicated corpse that was his opponent. He wasn’t that young man anymore. Not since meeting Kana.

His reprieve was brief however as soon the lumbering Sith Lord stood up to his full height. Damian hadn’t noticed or cared how large and ominous he seemed earlier, not now as elation diminished he saw the man for what he was, a juggernaut. He talked about damaging, and breaking in his body, and Damian knew the man had died before and been reborn into a new body. That was just great. Damian would test his immortality.

Damian braced as the shock wave came at him, but to no avail. He was thrown backward landing hard on the ground and forcing him into a painful roll to recover. As the wave diminished he stood up himself and aimd his ion pistol at the man. With an unmodified trigger assembly the average shooter could fire seven shots a second. Damian gritted his teeth and fired as quickly as he could while walking back down the hallway trying to get as much space between him and his opponent as possible.

Blue bolts traveled down range in a steady stream. Damian couldn’t stop firing, wouldn’t stop firing his weapon. He knew that the vile serpentine creature the sith wielded was a living organism and while resistant it was not immune to the effects of the ion blaster. Beyond that fact was something else, he’d watched the man absorb and deflect the blast previously and knew he couldn’t maintain that level of concentration as his body numbed from the pulsing energy.

At least he hoped….
 
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 Johnathon Holst"]

Dair had a choice now. This Knight was currently doing nothing to further the invasion of Telti, he was talking. Dair could take that and continue the talk, though he knew it was futile. This Sith Knight was not going to deviate from his course despite obviously not having his heart truly in it. Occupying a Knight would normally be a success in Dair's eyes, he was as yet a Padawan. Doing so without having to strike him down went even further in Dair's estimation for while he was not a pacifist, he believed in the philosophy that one should prepare to fight in the hopes of never having to. Dair could stand here and occupy this knight, but he was occupying Dair as well. A glance over towards Jacen told him that the avian had left the battle, so he was only facing one person. Jacen should be able to keep that one occupied and win, in Dair's estimation.

However, Dair wasn't the type to wait for things to happen. He was a proactive defender, and no matter what, the bottom line was that this Sith Knight was standing here and claiming dominance of Telti. Telti belonged to the Republic, the Republic was defended by Jedi. Dair was a Jedi.

An icy calm came over Dair as his choice solidified in his mind. Using the amped up speed that he had imbued himself with via the force, Dair charged in. As he closed, he could feel the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck begin to extend. The heater hadn't dissipated all of the electricity, that was ok. The hit should have hurt as well, and so evened the paying field.

Dair came in, he feinted low with a thrust towards Jareth's groin, then at the last minute before contact could be made either with said groin or a blocking saber, Dair pivoted, spinning faster than a six ft seven inch Valkyri had any right to do, and laid a slash towards Jareth's neck. He kept his elbows in and his whole body pivoting with the slash, putting significant weight behind it while maintaining an easy balance that came from years of combat training.

Location: F7
Forces: 62 Republic Marines, 3 EMBU Droids, 4 YVH-2 Droids (-24 Marines, -4 EMBU Droids, -3 YVH-2 Droids)
Opponent: One Sith
 
Location: Section E-8
Objective: Protect herself and Sitara; exfil to One Sith front lines.
Allies: Galactic Republie / Jedi Order / Sitara Qin
Enemies: The One Sith

Ali frowned at her lover's words, the younger woman had taken her wrists in her hands and held them gently, looking around. Ali's eyes tracked only her mistress's face, disappointment and self-loathing rising in the back of her throat. She swallowed, and pulled her hands from Tara's grip, returning them to her weapon. Ali reached for her helmet with one hand and pulled it over her head, sealed it, then softly fingered the trigger of her rifle. I could simply wait until her back is turned, Ali thought, though that would fail to garner her any intelligence from the One Sith if she did. For a moment, Ali's frown deepened. She looked around at the droids Tara had destroyed, suddenly angry with the woman. Ali took a knee over by one of them, inspecting the burn marks that coated each half of the machine's waist pieces.
"You didn't have to do that," Ali remarked bitterly. "They would have gone a long way to getting us out of here." Ali stood and looked around, then back at her regrettable lover. "There's a landing bay in Section Bee-Eight, if we can make it there alright. Battle comms haven't announced any fighting there either so we should have an easy trek. We can find a vehicle there." Ali pointed Northward with her rifle. "We head this way," Ali said, stepping away from Tara, leaving the woman to follow her, or foolishly try to stop her. Ali had no desire to fight the woman, but she had no intention of letting her run things either. They weren't naked, and this battlefield wasn't their bedroom. Here, Tara was a young woman with significantly less combat experience than Ali. I'm not letting this little queen get me killed, Ali thought to herself, frustratedly.
"Come on," Ali barked as she stalked off, her rifle hanging lazily from its clip on her shoulder. She left her hand to rest on the grip, her finger caressing the trigger.

/ [member=Sitara Qin] \
 
Location: C6
Objective: Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey
Enemies: [member="Nefertari Sovint"], [member="Micah Talith"] (tagged for Kira)

The slightest ebb in the Force clearly indicated the Jedi standing before him was about to move or do...something. Cameron honestly had not expected her to throw a fire extinguisher off the wall at his head. However, that reality wasn't because the woman some kind of tactical mastermind. That fire extinguisher must have been the most resilient tool in the galaxy to have survived the destruction that literally ripped through the entire hallway not...five minutes earlier.

The Jedi Knight engaged in what would have been a clever, acrobatic move at the same time. The issue with all of these actions, however, was that Cameron was standing there, watching her, completely immersed in the Force. The attempt to distract was...moderate but a flying extinguisher did little to shake his focus. Anyone could avoid that by simply...taking half a step back to allow the object to sail past their head. So he, you know, did that.

Rather than seize Nefertari with the Force as she sailed pretty much helplessly through the air like they were at a circus, the Sith Lord allowed her feet to touch the ground. The moment her strike was initiated, Cameron erupted a crushing wave of Force energy from his very core. The Force Repulse covered a three hundred and sixty degree arc around his body. Short of a futile attempt to overcome his strength in the Force to resist the energy, she'd be thrown quite a ways or slammed into the nearest wall.

Allowing the attack to have its effect, Cameron turned and shifted his silver-green gaze down the corridor towards a much more interesting presence that he sensed. A small smile touched the Sith Lord's lips, sparse attention lingering on the child opposite him.
 
Location: B4
Objective: Keep Beating up [member="Harley"]
Allies: None right this moment
Enemies: [member="Harley"]
Music: This

The Sith troops had hardly moved lost organization. It wasn't as swift as before, but it was still a fluid, moving unit, keeping cohesion fairly well. My own troops were still pressing forward, catching some of the forward most group in heavy blaster fire as they moved from cover to cover. Soon, the Sith Troops would be forced to the back wall and would have to use the corridors if they kept this fighting retreat up but, they still had more than enough space for now. Harley was moving, barely, and looked like she might just make it back into the fight for a moment. She wasn't holding up well, but stuck off to the side it reminded me of my own injuries. I needed to atleast get something going to deal with them. Sliding behind a piece of cover, I switched on the Penetrating Radar of my helmet and pulled out a medikit. From this kit I produced Kolto and Bacta, two very important things that I injected into my abdomen, near the would. A layer of gauze then a bandage covered it, which hopefully would assist me if I had to keep fighting, and then I slapped a sealant patch over that, gluing the whole thing down. It wasn't anywhere near as good as real medical care but it was better than nothing.

Location: B4
Objective: Secure and hold the section of the Factory
Forces: 59 Republic Troopers (Blasters, Modification 1:3, Helmets, Armor)
 
Location: C6
Objective: Strike a chord
Allies: The Force, [member="Micah Talith"] (tagged for Kira)
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"]

This Sith is good Nef thought as she slid backwards, her boots causing enough friction to bring her to a stop ​He must have some sort of weakness
Ataru, a great form when you have space and are close.
Seeing that the distance between her and her enemy was greatly increased, the Jedi switched to her mastered form of Shii-Cho.
Weakness...what could that be...?
And then the answer hit the Countess. One thing mostly unblockable and undodgable is Sound.
Nefertari had been singing since she was little when her father had both her and her little sister sing for guests they had entertained. Even now, the Jedi Knight could hit those high notes.
If she amplified her voice and hit a good high F sharp (also known as G flat) then that could quite possibly do something in her favor.

Nefertari hit the highest F sharp she could perfectly, amplifying it to great levels with the force. Paint began to peel off the wall because of it.


NOTE: Edited for rule reasons
 
Location: F7
Allies: [member="Dair Cotarin"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Athena Heron"]

Korr's mouth twitched up, lips compressed and nose drawn down in a snarl of triumph as the azure blade plunged through the outer layer of black vambrace and into the Illusionist's arm. He watched her pain etched into her face, into her lips as they fell open in a gasping cry. And he enjoyed it. Aphotic clouds loomed within his soul and their power crackled through his being like lightning. The storms of justice, he told himself. Not revenge. Justice.

With a sharp jerk, he sought to tear the blade away for another thrust, but the saber remained, stuck. Eyes of sharpened steel flicked from her face to her arm and widened. He tugged a second time, but still it stayed, stuck fast in... Korr's teeth clenched, jaw tightening until he felt as though his teeth might break beneath the pressure. Those weren't armor vambraces she was wearing. They were her arms. His blade should have sheared straight through the appendage, but instead it burned slowly. Something resistant then, processed cortosis or phrik.

He moved his thumb to deactivate the blade at precisely the same moment she reached out and ripped him forward with the Force. Straight onto the extending claws of her other hand. His armor had been meant to afford protection against energy weapons, not edged blades, and the wicked points of the harpy tore through the outer synth mesh, through the spun-plast backing, through the armor weave underlay, and into his gut. Sudden, sharp searing agony curdled his blood and set his nerves aflame. Korr screamed as the vile blades pierced intestines and set blood spilling into his tight body glove. He couldn't see the bright scarlet slick against the front of his armor, but he could feel the dribble of hot vitae leaking away, running down his stomach.

Triumph slipped from his features, subsumed by shock and pain.

Ryan became acutely aware of the din of battle as he stood there, pinned like a butterfly on the Sorceress' claws. A cacophonous nightmare with the steady beat of blaster fire, muted grunts and high-pitched screams. The acrid smell of burning flesh mixed with hints of ozone and melted plastic. Pain, not just his own but that of hundreds of beings swept across his senses like a furious gale.

His head turned slightly, glancing past the woman's spiteful gaze toward the sea of corpses choking up the hallway. He tasted blood in his mouth. So much death. Needless. Futile. Why?

Then he thought of Quinn, strapped to the Embrace of Pain.

No.

He thought of Kian, subjected to Vongforming.

No.

He thought of Corvus and Kana, laying side by side, eyes staring into the sky unseeing. Bodies bloody.

No.

Was there a time when it wasn't like this? Memories floated back in answer. The warmth of Quinn's embrace. Sweating under Marcello's tutelage. A simple conversation with Corvus at the laundromat. Simple. So simple. Yet that was what he fought for. Nothing more than a simple, warming hearth flame... and the lives of his friends, the galaxy and the future of all this mad space. The storms in his chest subsided, turned away by that simple warmth.

His eyes flicked back to meet the woman's gaze. A moment's thought. A mere microsecond. Had she noticed the lightsaber emitter he now held against her stomach, angled so that it would carve through her spine? Korr activated the blade.
 
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: Assume Control -- Be Nephthys’ Sword.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: B2[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: [member="Travot Ravenna"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][member="Catherine Soja"] had been sent fleeing. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][member="Tacitanya"] had disappeared into oblivion.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][member="Kaia Vullen"]’s broken body fell to the ground and did not rise again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Three out of four had been defeated and broken, which left them only one more person to contend with.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Travot Ravenna.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Darth Carach, Voice of the Dark Lord, stood proudly against their adversary. Blood seeped from his mouth, nose and the cuts all around his face, his ribs were slightly bruised and his shoulder ached like nobody’s business.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But he was still here, still fighting and that was as it should be. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Voice did not even blink as the crate was launched against them, the same tactic used again and again did not inspire any fear in him, his trust was fully with his sister. His huge hand rested softly on her petite shoulder, giving her support and through immediate contact made it easier to transfer her energy to him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Amber eyes became more pronounced, specks of red starting to dance around his irises, immersion of the Darkside. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And then Carach did the same as he had done to Kaia, his hand lashed out in an attempt to wrap the Force around Travot. But this time he would go further, once his power had grabbed the young padawan, his hand would snap in the direction of the wall.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He would break him against the durasteel.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Before rising it up in the air and snapping it down to the ground, oncetwicethrice.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Attempting to crash the body of the padawan into the durasteel flooring[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px].[/SIZE]
 
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.)

Location: F7
Forces: 3 Massassi lieutenants, 150 stormtroopers, 45 Golian(http://starwarsrp.net/topic/56354-golian-species/#entry854621)scouts
Opponents: Republic NPC's


*Dust had not expected the sudden movement from the Jedi; however, he was from the beginning in a ready stance. The Jedi struck low on his body toward the groin, so Dust took one step back with his left leg and snapped his hips sideways to allow the blade to sail past. The blade did not act as he suspected and was instead being turned into a pivoted spin as it sailed toward his neck. Dust gained his composure fully and with his right hand which held his saber he executed a, "get over here" motion to help him visualize the force pull aimed at Dair's chest as he was about to finish the spin. This pull would drag the Padawans chest forward causing his arms and saber to snap back partially nullifying the saber swing and also causing his head to snap back exposing his neck if it was successful. Dust would then step forward at the same time with his left leg in a fluid motion with his left arm moving up in an attempt to deflect the others strike upward, deflecting his elbows above his head and pushing the blade back further if succesful. This would also have the side effect of discharging the remaining electricity into Dair's body which might cause a momentary flinch giving the force enhanced head-butt Dust had started with the block upwards the extra moment needed to allow it a good chance of hitting. This blow, were it to land successfully, would shatter the trachea of a normal man; however, against someone like Dair it would likely only cause painful bruising for the duration of the fight, or if it was especially effective it might cause a crack in the trachea which would prove a powerful handicap for the fight, though only time would tell how effective the blow would actually be. Regardless, Dust would use the momentary pause given to take two steps backward giving him space and allowing him to return to the Vishu ready stance. Dust, through that trade, would have a basic idea of the combat situation. Dair was stronger and faster than Dust; however, he was headstrong and brash as evidenced by his charge and Dust had the advantage in positioning and economy of movement as well as force prowess. Dust's fighting style helped to reduce any advantage gained by strength or speed and his other advantages were significant enough to make this seem like a winnable fight.*
 
Location: B4 (though b4 what I don't know)
Allies: 68 sith soldier and the medic
Enemy: Republic troops and [member="Draco Vereen"]
Music: Head is

Harley was still feeling sick dehydrated and dizzy, and the was not enough water in the flask for her. She reached out with the force, her gloves were still off, and took some else flask. Then opened it and gulped it all down, it felt good it felt really good. She was still slumped against the wall as sith soldiers started to fall back behind her, the front line was still moving a fluid. She had to move or become the front line. She was up to it, she still was in pain. She fell back with her troops, as she was going to be no use a fight yet, though her body was recovering and she would be capable again soon.

The republic was pushing forward, and Lieutenant Pike was starting to get some control to let hq do other things. Though headquarters was now keeping an eye on these troops more, as they had less commander on the ground. The three groups know began working in conjunction with each other, though one group was keeping an eye on the flank to keep that damn sniper down.


Location: B4
Objective: take and hold the section of the Factory
Forces: 68 men Disruptor cannon, Infantry Assault Blaster, Infantry Armour
 

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