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Invasion Bark at the Moon (OS Invasion of Telti)

Location: D1
Allies: Nearby Sith, [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: None so far

All the time leading up to invasion planning, Tmoxin thought that on the moon of Telti she would be side by side with Commodore Vaiden, he on the Scourge and she leading the ground troops of the 182nd Legion to surround and storm their target. There was nothing a few weeks ago to signify any differently.

But here she was landing on Telti, not standing tall with the Commodore, but serving the Voice of the Dark Lord himself, [member="Darth Carach"]. Commander Temi had been sent off with only three-hundred soldiers - the finest stormtroopers and Royal Guards mind you but no artillery, no AT-ATs, no siege weapons. Their goal? To demolish a droid production facility and wipe the surface of the moon clean to make room for whatever the Sith had planned.

Was it a punishment for the Commander to be here? To outsiders who didn’t know what Tmoxin’s actions had been over the last few weeks, Telti seemed like just another assignment and one she should be honored to take up under the banner of the OS. But the Commander knew that this deployment was the first of a long line of punishments that Darth Carach had for her. She was rarely ever on the front lines like this and in a close quarters siege no less. No, the Commander was normally far off on the battlefield edges with the tacticians and strategics, well protected in an amored operational vehicle. But her payment in blood - as red as the Royal Guard uniforms - to the Sith Lord who took her under his protection after her treachery would begin to change hands on Telti.

Commander Temi and The Blood Monarchs followed on directly behind the Blackblade Guard led by [member="Darth Vornskr"] to Dome D1. The Hapan officer couldn’t care less to even run into Carach - most likely he was seducing some nubile young Sith acolyte in the shuttle on the way down to Telti. But she did look forward to seeing Lieutenant [member="Greta Kohler"], a promising new officer with the Sith who may also have been assigned to this siege.
There were no trenches to dig, no beaches to storm. The Blood Monarchs with only their shooting accuracy and protection of armor would literally use their bodies and blaster bolts to force out the Republic opposition, secure and destroy the facility. She put her shock troopers in the front as their MiniMag PTLs would likely break through any sudden infantry lightfights.

Location: D1
Forces: 300 NPCs Total: 64 Blood Monarchs, 236 Royal Guards
Opponents: None
 
Location: F1, moving to E1
Objective: Fight three padawans, wish I brought NPCs
Allies: Any Sith who want to help
Enemies: [member="Ciara Jevnaker"] [member="Draco Vereen"]
Directly Engaging with: [member="Des Kovak"]

As Sage moved North through the facility, he sensed a strong light-sided presence near ([member="Des Kovak"]). He stopped and hugged the wall, blending in with the shadows while he attempted to prowl closer to the enemy. From the frantic tone of the man's voice, he sounded very green, probably a Padawan. It sounded like the Jedi and his team were attempting to mobilize forces, and he heard the word "Sith" mentioned. It was likely they were watching him on radar, but it didn't concern him in the slightest. In a few painful minutes, the lot of them were going to be lying in pieces on the floor.

Not only was Sage a skilled Illusionist, but he was also adept at the art of Mentalism. He snapped his eyes shut as he began to poke into the gray matter of the Jedi's mind, hunting for choice bits of information about his foe. It was likely his presence would be sensed by the strong-minded light-sider, but by the time it was, it would be too late. Sage would have a treasure trove of personal memories, fears, and hopes, all ripe for exploitation.

Once he got what he needed, the Sith Knight severed the link to the other man's mind, and switched out his fetish for his red plasma blade. Igniting his lightsaber with a thick hum, Sage casually walked right into the next room, no stealth, no fanfare. It was clear in the Sith's mind just who would be the victor in this battle. The rest was gravy.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" asked Sage with a raised brow and a flash of white canines. His face was a mixture of boredom and amusement.

"Looks like a little lost Padawan without his Master. Just what are we going to do about that?"

Sage twirled his red blade once with a superfluous flourish and smiled.
 
[SIZE=10pt]Location: F8, proceeding into airtight corridor that leads into F7[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Learn from da best and weave some nightmares[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Reverance"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Dair Cotarin"][/SIZE]

She felt a thrill run down her spine from the feral-glow of Lord Reverance's eye. Being around any of the sith lords, she felt that thrill mixed with fear that could only be linked to feeling her own mortality. They were wild, dangerous, and powerful.

A sinister smiled tugged at the curve of her mouth as she readily accepted Matsu's invitation, mentally jumping over the edge without hesitation.

With illusions of sight came illusions of smell and sound. She was no lord or even knight but any jedi near enough to see the vong illusion would get whiffs of that putrid, black throw-up: metallic and rotten with a rank, musky breath to match. Picking the invisible strings of terror and panic already in the air, she strummed them mentally, amping up the effects with their manifestation.
 
Location: A2, Moving to A3
Objective: Win
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"] (The Handsome Boy In Black)

It was good to have a battle-hardened commander like [member="Draco Vereen"] tagging along with her. Where she would make mistakes in commanding her troops, she knew he would politely offer up suggestions to correct them. And he called her Princess. CJ blushed at the comment. Her physical appearance may seem to fit the title bestowed upon her from the commander but inside the inner workings of her design was far from being a Princess. She was a Jedi that harboured dark secrets and carried even darker surprises. There was no conflict of falling to the Darkside with her, she been there and done that along time ago; vowing to never let that happen again. No, she was a different breed of Jedi altogether.

"This is madness," she said over her shoulder to [member="Draco Vereen"]. "These corridors are to tight to fight in. We need not dilly around in here but move as quickly as we can to the next section. Only then can we fan out and secure the area or hold it if needed."

She did not like the situation they were in. There was just to many uncontrollable factors in play walking through the cramped corridors. One such factor that came to mind was that a small group of well trained enemy soldiers could practically hold them off, raising the casualty rate to astounding numbers. To be caught like this was almost certain death. Even herself, trained in lightsaber combat and blessed with the use of the Force, would be hard pressed to survive such an encounter.

"We need to watch for being flanked from behind. Any suggestions?"

It was a horrifying thought to be caught in the corridors but it was even more terrifying to be caught in the corridors and sandwiched between two opposing forces. This whole complex was shaping up to be one big tomb. They needed to oust the enemy quickly, there was no other answer for it.



Location: A2, Moving to A3
Forces: 100 Republic soldiers (standard)
Opponents: The Sith
 

Kurt Meyer

Let Me Push That Button
Location: A4
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Objective: Kill and or Seduce Grandmaster

Concentration came in all shapes and sizes.

Grandmaster Corvus Raaf chose her concentration to be standing still and seeking out the force. For Kiran Vess, concentration came through slaughter. A bright red blast surged out from the pistol in its hand, the heated plasma surging forward and burning through the plasteel plates covering the Republic soldier directly in front of him. The man screamed, heat melting through his body in an instant and ending his suffering.

Kiran stepped over his corpse, wandering further into the facility. Bodies lay behind him, some burned, some cut, and some just broken. He had left his rifle behind after he had run out of powerpacks, no longer finding it necessary. The Annihilator was more than enough to take on a few Republic soldiers, and he always had his own blaster.

A man screamed.

The Zeltron whirled about, facing a Republic Soldier with a vibro-blade. Kiran shifted, moving like liquid. His hand shot up and grasped the blade, nudging it to the side with the back of his gauntlet, a slight nick burying into the plasteel. The soldier shifted his weight, trying to turn the momentum of his blade. Before he could twist Kiran brought up his blaster and pulled the trigger.

In an instant the mans eyes opened wide as a hole burned through his stomach. Kiran smiled, then let the man fall.

Kiran smiled slightly, his boots falling onto the ground as he moved towards a target in the distance.

(Other equipment in signature)
 
Location: A8
Objective: Acting like a nice zombie. Doing nothing, hurting nobody...
Allies: OS
Enemies: [member="Phylis Alince"]

Surprisingly enough, the Sith Lord knew exactly what the Jedi meant by those ‘ravening’ Sith. Being sane more than others certainly did not make his life among the Sith any easier and he had to constantly put up with all those annoying suggestions to join the Jedi if he disliked blood and murder. He insulted them in the same manner – calling them Dark Jedi, insane filth undeserving to be called Sith. Unfortunately, the Jedi Order rarely took its time to distinguish Dark Side users, usually labelling them all as Sith to make their work easier. Many Dark Jedi claimed to be Sith as well while some Sith called themselves Dark Jedi, turning the matter into an outrageous mess one could not understand properly even if they tried. It bothered Avreet to be associated with people who commonly practiced torture and committed genocide out of boredom, such random acts of cruelty and insanity had no place within such civilized and cultured people as the Sith! But alas, it was him who’s been branded as ‘moderate’, even ‘acting like a f-cking Jedi’ according to some. Veles was the oddity in the Order, much like his crimson Mistress and a few others he considered to be true Sith. Not enemies of the Jedi Order as much as rivals, another group devoted to bringing peace and order to the galaxy, albeit through slightly different means.

The theory of the Dark Side influencing one’s brain functions made him blink and he briefly considered the theory. Very briefly; a Dark Side user himself, although one that actively retrained himself and practiced the arts of the Light Side as well, the Mon Cal had his own opinion he intended to share. Naturally, he remained relaxed, no aggressive motions made by his body, nothing to provoke the woman.

“I am well aware of the unfortunate reputation of the Sith Order,” the amphibian started slowly, carefully, “I completely understand your opinion, lady Jedi, but I have to ask you to distinguish between those who simply claim to be Sith and those who truly are. Sith want peace as much as Jedi do. It's the Dark Jedi who wish to drown the galaxy in war and chaos. Madmen crazed by promises of power, unable to ignore the whispers of the Dark Side, though the Dark Side is not to blame. It is their fear of it, their mental instability growing with power, their will too weak to realize they cannot handle the power of the Force. Those monsters are not Sith! Sith fight for survival and kill out of necessity.” Avreet stated, amber eyes burning holes into the woman as if searching through her very soul, looking through the windows that were her eyes.

“Your offer is appreciated, but we both know what awaits Sith prisoners within the Republic. I will be accused of crimes that are not my own and executed. The masses, frustrated by the recent victories of the One Sith and massive losses on your side, will get their revenge, taste the blood they crave. For them, a Sith is like a Sith. Not even your Order will protect me shall I refuse to abandon the Dark Side,” he noted with a resigned shrug, obviously having no illusion about the Republic’s image of justice, especially after meeting several other Jedi and bringing this topic up. “You do what the senate commands you to do. You are humble servants of the Republic, after all.” There was a hint of sarcasm in these words, not enough amount to be poisonous, more like humorous.

“And therefore, I cannot surrender. I hope you understand, lady Jedi. You can surrender though. If my word as a Sith is not enough, then I give you my word as an Imperial. On my honour, I will personally ensure you are well treated. Please, either leave the facility or surrender. Neither of us has to be harmed today.” Avreet proposed again, his voice like a soothing balm. The Sith Lord could not attack her first. Well, technically, he could, but it was beneath him, against his code of honour and morals. A real Sith would never resort to violence without extinguishing other possibilities.

Finally, his lips curled into a strange mix of a smile and a smirk, a strange expression as if another idea formed itself within his mind.

"It is completely understandable that you, as a Jedi, don't trust me. You probably see me as an enemy, lady Jedi. Perhaps we could join forces and help the wounded? You keep your dogs on leash, I will do my best to stop Sith from attacking you while we tend to the injured and move them out of battle."
 

Vrag

The Second Seal, broken.
Location: C4 [Entering]
Objective: Kick butt and have fun
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] | The Republic
Location: C4
Forces: 300 Yuuzhan Vong of Legion Yun'Do
Opponents: [member="Kana Truden"]
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZahXI5sDq8
Whatever skies the moon had — or didn't have — would weep for the fallen that day, weep for the blood spilt and flesh rent, weep for the cries of the dying and for the silence of the dead.

She wouldn't smile; there was no enjoyment to be found in death, for no matter how much one flirted with it, death would never give anything in return. No grin, no warmth, no emotion; those were all in the purview of the living, of those whose heart still beat in their breast, whose blood still thrummed in their veins. And it was them that she would seek out that day, to see just how far that blood could flow and how fast that heart could beat.

No, the Hand of the Dark Lord held no love for death.

She much preferred war.

"We're here, ma'am!"

The solitary call roused the woman from her reverie, and blue eyes fluttered open behind the ever impassive helmet covering her face. She liked the lull right before battle, that small span of time afforded to her by Force knows whose grace. It allowed Vrag to gather herself, to rid cull all but the most important of thoughts, until naught but an unfettered instrument of destruction remained.

Honed to a keen edge by everything life had ever thrown at her, the firrerreo wouldn't stop today until she achieved that tenuous state of essences intermingling. Not unlike sex — though perhaps people would claim otherwise — was the point where violence exchanged by two living beings seemingly pulled them together, had them draw breath as one, if only for a few moments.

Sharp teeth glinted in the dull orange light as her lips pulled back into a grin, armored hands brushing against her equipment again to make sure she hadn't forgotten something. It would make for quite the ignominious, if not even pathetic an end; stabbed because she left her lightsaber at home.

Without further ado, the woman marched off onto the dropship along with her contingent of Vong warriors, all of them itching for battle. The mood was infectious, and by the time they finally landed on the scarred gray surface, all of them were nearly ready to rip at each other's throats. Too long the war machine had gone unoiled by the blood of its enemy, but they would slicken the metal today for months to come, of that she was sure.

Chitinous boots made no sound in the vacuum of space as the Sith headed for the nearest entrance into the vast complex spanning the surface of the moon, her armored form disappearing amongst those of her troops.

Soon™.
 
Melori had tasted action before. Or rather she’d tried. The Jedi had failed to live up to her expectations. Or rather he hadn’t. He was weak. Weak and foolish, like all of the Jedi. Their Padawans seemed pathetic in comparison to the Acolytes she’d training with.

So maybe she should trade up? A Jedi Knight might actually give her a challenge? Or how about a Republic solider? Someone with a backbone. She liked that idea even better and licked her lips as she entered the hemispherical dome that was one of the manufacturing buildings of the droid construction facilities. As she made her way inside, she was expecting some defenses. Battle droids? Guard droids? Instead all she could sense was an aroma of…McYoda’s? Really?

Well, if they wrapped this up quickly enough, she could always wander over and grab something.

As she looked around with her baby blue eyes, she took her gauntlets from her belt – her prize from her trip to Korriban when she first joined the One Sith – and put them on. Taking her saber from her belt, she held it in her left hand and advanced. She was dressed in simple black robes and her head currently covered her blonde locks.

She was more patient than she was a few months ago but even so, she was keen for action and hoped someone would step forward to put up something of a fight.

Location: Section D-6
Allies: Galactic Republic
Enemies: [member=Melori Raaf]
Objective: Kill Melori

Ali dropped her aim as the children came across her sights. "Dammit!" She cursed to herself, watching as the Sith Lady was thrown across the chamber floor and thrown against a wall. She was summarily distracted by the collapsing of the McYoda rooftop and the following arrival of a pretty blonde woman, who unfortunately turned out to be an opponent, just like the first. Ali shifted her aim and held her fire for the moment, using the eye controls of her buy'ce to order the YVH-2 team to split itself in half. Three of the droids turned their weapons to the first Sith Lady, the other three tracked Ali's aim as she placed the blonde in her sights.
Ali knew Sith, she'd fought enough of them to know one when she saw it. Without remorse, and only the intention to kill, Ali opened fire. A quick succession of squeezes of the trigger released six high velocity rods.
 
Location: A2, Moving to A3
Objective: Follow the Jedi
Allies: [member="Ciara Jevnaker"]
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"]

I kept up with the young Jedi girl, keeping pace as the boys followed up behind us. Two hundred Republic troops weren't bad to have in a fight, but she was right, moving through these corridors set us up for a serious ambush if we didn't hurry we would be caught in one. "We need to let them come to us. We can turn those hallways into death traps if we are set up in the rafters and floors with cover. So lets hustle and get where we are going and wait for them to come to us." I told her, moving a steady jog with the veterans following up behind us. Having them would be helpful, and their weapons were fairly long range and really powerful. I notice her blush and smiled behind my helmet, good, I didn't have problems with playing nice with a pretty Jedi and flirting with her throughout the fight. It was good to keep an upbeat attitude and that kind of attitude kept the boys confident.

"When we get to where we are going we will improvise cover and get firing positions in the rafters as fast as we can. I packed Disruptors and flamethrowers a plenty for these Vong that are running around." I told here, "We serve at your pleasure, princess." I said to her. Jogging into the next section of the factory. I didn't like all the running around, and right now we where following her and hoping the Force told her where we needed to go.

Location: A1, Moving to A3
Forces: 100 Republic Soldiers (Blasters, Attachment 1:3, Helmets, Armor)
Objective: Kill, Maim, Burn the Sith
 
Location: E5
Objective: Defend
Allies: [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] Republic
Enemies: One Sith


Steve stood beside his master with his lightsaber in hand. He was ready for his first battle with someone other than Master Shel'tah or a training droid. He was nervous, the banana in his pocket was enticingly ripe and Steve wanted badly to eat it.

"Big Boss Sera...Nos fight Sith, beh okah yah?*


*We are fighting Sith...We'll be okay right?


NPC Units: x10 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/51086-yvh-2-droids/

The ten YVH droids stood behind their commander, Steve. They were tasked with aiding him in the defense of Telti and destroying the Vong and Sithspawn that woukd surely arise. Fitted with sonic blasters as their spare weapons, they would easily wipe away any Sith troops that found their way to this sector.

"All units in position commander." One spoke with a metallic twang.
 

Haytham Kaze

Judge, Judgury, Judgecutioner
Location: D3, Library.
Objective: Stop This Madness.
Allies: Jedi
Enemies: [member="Darth Raven"]

This whole situation was starting to become a joke in the eyes of Haytham Kaze. The Sith talked so much, it left him borderline wanting to leave the area and go somewhere else.

Haytham didn't see the point of revealing the.... Birds? They were birds, birds created from sith alchemy? That actually seemed quite a useless thing to do with Alchemy. If Haytham was capable of using Alchemy, he would make gigantic birds of destruction, the size of actual humans, and use them to tear through the lines of the Republic Troops, but it seemed like Darth Raven, didn't have the same violent thoughts in mind that the Padawan did. Perhaps then, Haytham would've actually been afraid.

"You talk too much."

His right hand flew upwards, and released the force push from the palm of his hand. The time for talk was over.

 
Location: D3
Objective: Deal with [member="Haytham Kaze"]
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Republic, Jedi

His little comment only made Darth Raven sneer before he tried to us the Force Push on her. Her free hand came up and blocked it, through her cape blew back and some of the shadow crows had cawed in annoyance. She huff with annoyance before dusting herself a little and saying "Very well. I tried to be civil, but I'll just drop the pretenses and say die, you little Jedi Poodoo!" Her tone had raised to a violent yell before she snapped her fingers. It was enough of a command for the crows to take flight, all coming at the padawan with extreme speed as they flew towards him. Some flew by and swiped at him with their claws or batted with their wings. Others only flew around him, causing confusion and commotion to keep him off-balance. All the while Raven watched with a smirk as a small tornado of sith birds began to fly around him, cawing and flapping at him as they did.
 

Beowoof

Morality Policeman :)
Location: B2
Objective: Form up, make some friends!
Allies: [member="Travot Ravenna"], [member="Kaia Vullen"]
Enemies: Sithies


Well, it was most likely that a Sith attacker was not going to really announce his presence. But could she be sure? They were cunning and serious liars according to the stories she had heard. But this silhouette she detected against the bleary light of the corridor did not seem to behave in the confident manner one might expect from the Jedi's cruel enemies. He seemed to be very cautious and apprehensive, judging by the slight stutter in his step and slow [progression down the hall.

Well, she supposed it was worth the risk. Releasing her Force cloak, the twi'lek tried to judge by the emotive stance of the young man, though it was a bit tricky to detect from this range. Sighing, the short one stepped out into the hall, hand still on her gun just in case. "Hello. Master Jedi?" Hopefully that was correct. For extra measure, the tyrian swept back her hood to reveal her entire face and lekku, thinking that would be a reassuring way to show that she was a friendly.

She just hoped he was friendly. She did not feel any chilled emanation from him.

Then she realized there was another. She whirled about ninety degrees, back to one of the walls of the corridor and alternated her gaze from left to right, tracking the man approaching her and looking out for the second presence she had felt. "There's someone else here..." she whispered to herself.
 
Location: F7
Objective: Hold.
Allies: [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Dair Cotarin"]
Enemies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Athena Heron"]

An ethereal blue-white gaze settled on the Kel Dor Jedi. Plain robes. Wearing such accoutrements into battle seemed foolish, but Korr knew better than to think the Shadow's clothes as simple as they appeared. For all his forthright frankness, Kian Karr was full of guile.

"Agreed."

The quiet. A seeming bliss of silence, but Ryan knew better. Silence was in the waves retreating from shore in preparation for a typhoon wall. Silence waited in the eye of the hurricane. Silence chuckled before battles and laughed in the long night after. Silence shouted with triumph in the still of night, where all her silent sons and daughters came out to play. Silence made the cold, unforgiving vacuum of space its home. Silence was the wife of Death.

Deception waited in the wake of silence.

What reason other than fear of illusion could he have for tapping into the ability of Force Sight? It certainly wasn't for the scenery, though nothing quite could compare to the vast vista of translucent shades. Even Kiann appeared before him more pale ghoul than living Kel Dor, though he gave off an aura like a white flame.

A flicker of amusement from the rear drew Ryan's attention. Ah. The Padawan. High spirits in a moment such as this... commendable, or perhaps merely the ignorance of youth. Life was a meat grinder and overconfidence was not always a curse. New generations needed to be confident, or else they'd get chewed up and spit aside. Or maybe he was too was playing at their game. Fooling himself. Drawing the wool over his own eyes. A Jedi who prided himself on truth-seeing, blinding himself. How fitting.

Ryan opened his mouth, then closed it abruptly and drew ramrod straight. "Do you hear it?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

One of the soldiers from the line screamed out, "THUD BUGS!" a moment before the hideous sound of buzzing filled the corridor. A swarm of insects swept toward them. They did not appear in Ryan's Force Sight, eliciting a low growl of frustration. His features drew tight and he whipped his saber around in swift, sure strokes that moved with impossible speed, cutting several out of the air. Not enough. Audible thuds from which the repulsive insects drew their nickname were followed by screams or grunts of pain. One of the ACS-203 autocannons opened fire, cones of Dragon's Breath rounds spraying through the corridor and setting the insects aflame. Now buzzing, dying and burning insects began slamming into the cadre of soldiers, causing them to spread out and hug the walls.

Among the thud bugs suddenly came a ghastly apparition, dozens of Vong warriors, their flesh sloughing off, vomiting black blood and yet still charging the Republic troopers. Korr frowned. He could see them in the Force, like dark pillars of smoke. Or rather, he could see the hands that made them. A trail of inky, swirling strands that led to a red aura not far off.

Brow furrowed in concentration, Korr turned to Kian, "Illusions," he called over the din of battle.

Panicked soldiers had already begun to open fire with the three auto cannons and reavers, leading to heaping confusion when the Vong, riddled or aflame, kept coming. Gritting his teeth, Ryan cast out with his emotions and settled a blanket of calm reassurance over the frontline, but their despair was building and he found the task impossible. Like trying to shore up a leaking dam with a bit of tape. Telepathic manipulation had never been his forte. He drew strength from other areas. Areas he should have turned too first.

"Kian, help me burn away these malfeasant shadows."

Then he cast out a hand, which began to glow with a warm, golden light before jetting out in front of him in a thin beam, which struck the foremost shade and burned it to nothing.

Behind the aphotic specters came the tide of true Vong, impossible to sense, tall and utterly foreign.

Lt. Col. Jos'vek yelled orders, unleashing everything the Republic could bring to bear. The three ACS-203 auto cannon emplacements were now operating without restraint spitting out cones of superheated shards likes clouds of flame, or HE rounds that struck with resounding explosions in the close confines. The support squads bearing Reavers opened up as well, filling the air with the shriek of light repeaters that discharged hundreds of neon-red plasma bolts toward the enemy.

Any Vong of flesh and blood who sought to reach the forward line would have to run headlong into all-consuming fire. Or, for that matter, any Sith.

Location: F7.
Objective: Suppressing Fire
Forces: 273 Republic Soldiers, 12 YVH-2. (Original: 288) (Losses: -15).
Opponents: Republic people
 
Location: A3, Moving to A4
Objective: Win
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"] (The Handsome Boy In Black)


His plan was as sound as any she could have mustered up herself. There was much she needed to learn about warfare and she would observe how he conducted business. The way he had ordered his troops, using quick and crisp commands was amazing. As a Jedi, she was taught not to crave confrontation, especially on such a grand scale such as this, but the lure of battle was almost captivating. Careful she reminded herself. It wasn't the thought of fighting that she believed to be dangerous but the possibility of killing the enemy was. Once you began down that path, well, that's a story all Jedi understood.

"Then we shall double our efforts to reach our destination," she replied to [member="Draco Vereen"].

She, using a page from his book, rifled off an order with authority to her troops to pick up the pace. It was pertinent for them to reach their agreed spot and set up camp. As they left one section (A3) and filtered into the next one (A4) she felt the presence of her Master, [member="Corvus Raaf"], somewhere in this section of the complex. Her red eyes darted through the unfamiliar faces until settling on the woman that had help guide her down the path of redemption.

"Master," CJ said stopping a few feet from [member="Corvus Raaf"]. "It is not safe for the Grandmaster to be here. If they captured you..."

She fell silent, laughing at her own foolishness. The Grandmaster was needed here. She was the symbol of the Jedi Order and right now they needed that beacon of light to guide them through this darkness.

"It is good to see you here."



Location: A3, Moving to A4
Forces: 100 Republic soldiers (standard)
Opponents: The Sith
 

Haytham Kaze

Judge, Judgury, Judgecutioner
Location: D3 Library.
Objective: Chop Birds.
Allies: Jedi.
Enemies: [member="Darth Raven"]

Haytham's lightsabre came to life again, and the first crows that came flying to him felt the wrath of the sapphire lightsabre tearing through them. They weren't real creatures anyway if they were manifestations of Sith Alchemy... They were creations of Sith Alchemy, and so they were meant to be torn to pieces by the Jedi Padawan anyway, right?

The Sith acted as if she were some strong being, but she was nothing. Haytham saw that now. They wouldn't find fight on the same playing fields. They wouldn't face their opponent in the traditional and age long lightsabre combat. They were incompetent, scared. They all proclaimed themselves to be masters of the Force and were accompanied by alchemy created beasts. They were all... Cowards.

And yet, he cut through the crows expending little to not energy as he employed Soresu with hints of his own Djem So training sprinkled into it, was what protected him for the most part from the crows. The air around him was thick with the crows, but the ground at his feet was thicker. He took slow steps towards the Sith Knight. Towards the coward that would employ tricks rather than slay a simple Padawan. No, the Sith were the ones who were scared. Scared of what? He couldn't say, but he was going to give this one a reason.

"Face me coward."
 
Location: D3
Objective: Deal with [member="Haytham Kaze"]
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Jedi, Republic

Watching him Darth Raven was more bemused now. This Jedi was made of stronger will than most at his level. She had to give him credit for that at least. But, at the same time, she wasn't exactly impressed. There were plenty more crows to be made and this was barley her putting up any sort of fight. If anything this was just a way of not having to dirty her hands with something she felt was beneath her. Even when he tried to call her a coward she only huffed a smirk. She only allowed her crows to continue attacking while standing there and enjoying the sight.

"Will that make you feel better, Jedi?" she asked. "Make yourself feel big and strong for fighting a sith? Trying to make your master proud, like child acing a test?"
 

Haytham Kaze

Judge, Judgury, Judgecutioner
Location: D3 Library.
Objective: Slay the Birds.
Allies: Jedi.
Enemies: [member="Darth Raven"]

It seemed like such a long time ago when Haytham had made the decision to join the Jedi Order because they had beaten the Sith Empire. He had done it because if the Galaxy had truly needed the Sith Empire, then the Force wouldn't have let the Republic and her allies win. He had also gone to the Jedi because it was the easiest way for him to start and continue training in the ways of the Force and to prevent being slain by the Mandalorians when they had practically turned Dromund Kaas into a new plate.

And then the One Sith made their appearance to the Galaxy... And this is what he was up against? A woman that would hide behind birds? It made something in him crack. Anger? Definitely not, it was more irritating being scratched at by birds, but for every scratch he received, multiple birds were chopped down with a single flick of his wrist. It was more... Disappointment that the future of his people had fallen so far, and so he decided to play the same game.

This is over.

He lowered himself to the ground, and once the Force had taken a few moments to gather to his body, he was practically catapulted out of library, and into the hallway outside. There, he waited.
 
Location: D3
Objective: Deal with [member="Haytham Kaze"]
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Jedi, Republic

Apparently this wasn't the fight the padawan wanted. Darth Raven could sense it. She watched as he went flying out of the library, thanks to come great propulsion of the Force, before giving a more satisfied huff. " And that, kids, is why it's all or nothing in this line of work." She said to no one in particular. She held her hand up after looking to the remaining crows and the shadow pieces that were on the floor. All sank back into shadow and slithered back to her, being consumed in the darkness behind her. At first Raven was about to call in a victory until she realized the padawan was still waiting for her outside, she could sense it. She sighed before looking to the library and calling out "Why can we never have a moment alone for ourselves?" She begrudgingly made her way back outside to see him there and asked "Let me guess, not going until I fight?"
 

Haytham Kaze

Judge, Judgury, Judgecutioner
Location: D3 Outside Library.
Objective: Who Knows?
Allies: Jedi
Enemies: [member="Darth Raven"]

Haytham's lightsabre was still on in his hand as he stood outside, waiting for the Sith Knight to come and face him. He heard the birds inside suddenly die down, and he said nothing when she come walking out as if he, Haytham, wasn't worth her time. As if anyone else was even paying her any mind.

When she spoke, Haytham's grip around the lightsabre tightened.

"This isn't a game." He said as if he were talking to a child. "You can't just invade a planet, and then go into a library to read and claim that it's for knowledge, when you and your allies come to our worlds and destroy everything!" Haytham's nose flared. He was getting winded up, beyond anything that he had ever felt in his life. But it was focused, directed to the task at hand. He remembered the words of [member="Corvus Raaf"].

"if you eliminated doubt you would do even better...."

Haytham's teeth were clenched, he pushed his anger down. He wasn't going to fall to the Dark Side, not because some Sith was vexing him without even trying to.

"I won't allow you to hide in a library as if... As if this invasion is all good fun and then tomorrow you can continue reading as if nothing happened." He imagined a child would stomp his foot at the end of the statement, and if it weren't such a tense situation, Haytham would've laughed at the thought.

"But, you are right. I won't be going until we fight, and I bring you in as a prisoner."

Haytham moved, and quickly. Lunging straight towards her with the aid of the Force, and stabbing towards the centre of her chest. The same move than he had initiated against Padawan Spiralflame so long ago in the Padawan Tournament. He could only wonder if a stronger opponent Force-wise, would react the same way.
 

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