Invasion Bark at the Moon (OS Invasion of Telti)

[Khallesh]

Location: Space
Objective: Catch up with the Infidels who have already joined battle
Allies: [member="Vrag"] (heading your way)
Enemies: Infidels


“They’re already on the ground?” Khallesh called across the hall, incredulously. One wall of the vessel’s bridge was taken up by a massive villip-choir field that showed that state of the battle. Behind them a Warrior of Domain Val sat in a cognition throne, working with the other sections of the Yuuzhan Vong fleets to co-ordinate the attack.

The Yuuzhan Vong who had previously addressed Khallesh bowed his head low, “Yes Commander.” She had taken the place of a venerable Commander of Domain Val by defeating him in personal combat. A battle which had almost killed her. Now she had had greater deal of respect from her kin, there had even been several proposals for mating. Of course she had ignored them all. A Yuuzhan Vong warrior could carry on fighting well over two hundred years, and Khallesh was a mere forty. There would be time for such things later. However, she had yet to lead such a large force in battle, and respect would only be cemented by leading them to victory.

Khallesh stepped down off her platform, the simple act displaying her unnatural grace. She cross the floor towards the messenger who knelt down and kept his eyes fixed to the ground. Sliding off her helm, she placed her tattooed face close to his ear. “You mean to tell me,” she whispered threateningly, her voice a barely audible hiss, “that the legions of Shai and their pet infidels are down on the ground right now, dying in glorious combat, and we’re up here because – what was it – the dovin basals need realignment?”

When she finished, the attendant’s forehead was barely a centimetre from the ground. The poor wretch didn’t even reply for a moment.

“It is not your fault,” Khallesh snapped. “That we took several hits to the ventral arrays from infidel machines. However, next time you’re sent with a message that contains a problem, you tell the sender that I require a solution to go with it. Preferably several.”

“Yes…Commander.” Muttered the Attendant, before scrabbling to his feet and turning away.

Khallesh looked to the villip-choir field. There was still a dense field of anti-air firepower between them and the landing zone. “Level us off and prepare the landing ships!” she called. “It will be for the Gods to decide if we’re worthy of meeting combat on this day!”

Her hands reflexively clenched and unclenched, her breathing was ever more shallow and quick. The Attendant hadn’t deserved her ire, but her blood was up and combat had been placed just beyond her reach. There were Jeedai down there. Not just the trainees she had swept out of her way before, but real, battle-hardened warriors. The stuff of legends that had been passed down through the generations since the war for the Galaxy. The thought of finding such a warrior, of meeting in glorious battle before the eyes of the Gods, and perhaps even having the honour of dying in combat against such a being…Her arachnostaff slithered down to her hands without even a command, sensing her anticipations.

Her own complement of troops was waiting patiently, but they would be growing anxious by now, wary that they might die in space – a poor death for a warrior. Not only did she have warriors and Chazrach to command, but Master Shaper Jun Paarth had given her an extra gift. A group of Yuuzhan Vong had been chased from Rodia by something called the ‘Techno Union’. They’d brought several natives with them and the shapers had brought a beast of terror back from the past – the Vagh Rodiek. As well as this, they’d brought a handful of Thralls. Narrow corridors connected the battlefield, and it would be best to spring any traps with the Republic’s own forces – men, woman and children captured in previous conquests and shaped into mindless slaves.

“Prepare to land!” she shrieked.


Force:
Heavy Infantry (x4 modifier):
Vagh Rodiek 10
Regular Infantry:
Warriors x30
Chazrach x50
Meat Shield:
Thralls x80 (many still wearing republic armour)

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: B2
Objective: Form a padawan pack
Allies: [member="Tacitanya"] | [member="Kaia Vullen"] | [member="Catherine Soja"]
Enemies: OS

"Oh, I'm just a jedi padawan," revealed Travot with a flush of crimson spreading across his cheeks, "I'm not a master by any stretch."

It was somewhat embarrassing that at his age, most of his fellow jedi would likely be knights already. But Travot had taken a different path into the Jedi Order than most. One that seemed a bit more like that of the twi'lekk standing in front of him. Travot warily eyed her. She didn't seem hostile, which briefly made the man wonder why she disguised herself. Then again, there are Sith prowling about, it was probably a good idea...it's also something I need to work on myself. But she was right, there were other people here. His gaze turned to [member="Catherine Soja"], who had her saber in hand. Travot didn't sense anything dark about her, but there was another presence. He briefly closed his eyes as he concentrated on the approaching new aura. He felt his Force presence brush up towards her, but once again, he sensed no darkness in the miraluka either. He opened his eyes as [member="Kaia Vullen"] entered the room.

"It looks like we're all on the same side," offered the padawan, "but we're sure to encounter people who are not. I'm Travot, by the way. Who are you all? Where do you think we should go?"

 

[Xanatos]

Location: Transition to E4

Objective: Help OS forces with invasion

Allies: One Sith

Enemies: Jedi


Location: Transition to E4

Forces: 100 npc forces

Opponents: None yet


Xanatos watch as the ship descend, he could already see that the war had stated. He cursed quietly to himself he miss the start of the war, sighing to himself he tho he knew there's nothing he can do about it now. He rechecked his equipment making sure his lightsaber was close at hand, turning around he could see the troops getting ready as they begin to check there blaster.

A slight thud could be felt as the ship finely land the cockpit sent the signal letting them know that they can get off the ship. A small smile appear it's been a while since Xanatos been in a war "This should be fun... All right man get ready!"

 

[Komo]

Location: D1
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] ; One Sith
Enemies: Republic Defenders

Greta was in Telti. It was her first time on the moon and also her first time participating in an Invasion.

A double-whammy. But still...

Despite the challenge, she was buoyed by an enthusiastic and excited energy that seem to radiate over to the troops that followed her into battle. After all, she was not one to brought down by tough challenges. In fact they reinvigorated her.

Apart from bringing additional stormtroopers from the Blood Monarchs of the 102st Legion to aid Commander Temi, she had also been able to requisition a unit of twenty storm commandos. She had heard that the commander was personally leading the forces in sector D1 and just had to join in. Their goal was to destroy a droid production facility to cripple the Republic's ability to create more droids on the moon. This was where the commando's expertise would come into handy. They were usually sent into perform tasks that regular soldiers were unable to perform. They were trained to carry out covert assaults, precision strikes and sabotage operations against enemy forces.

Rounding up her troops to march, she moved on. They had to regroup with the Commander, and once they had accomplished that, they could either split or combined their forces together and begin their assault on the factory facilities. Greta was eager to succeed. She had plenty to prove, and even more to show.

She believed in her troops, and they in her. Even in the short amount of time together, officer and the common-trooper had became quite close, that even the newly attached commandos were surprised by the camaraderie of the Monarchs. Greta believed in leading through example, and would often be seen fighting in the front lines with her troopers. All of them were picked from the best of the best. She was confident in both her and their abilities in accomplishing the task.

For now, they had to regroup. Attacking would come next.

Oh, she loved that word. Greta could not wait.


Location : D1
Forces: 60 Total
40 Blood Monarchs 20 Storm Commandos

 

[Darth Ferus]

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

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Location: Space (Undeployed)
Forces: Fifteen Sith Assassins
Opponents: Republic​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4KXMyb-aGY​

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War.

It had been such a long time since the Sith Lord Ferus had walked into war such as this. Bloodshed all around just a simple moon from both sides, Sith and Jedi. From aboard his own ship the Zabrak waited, watching the battle commence below him. He was not here to wage open warfare, but to target the important and eliminate them to turn the war in the Sith's favor. Behind his ship rested fifteen more, each manned by a single, lethal weapon that was the Sith Assassins. They were not a huge number, only fifteen in total, but each was skilled in both Stealth and swordplay.

They had simple arms, each with their lightsaber, a cloak, the Adder dartshooter, and force inhibitor darts. The ships themselves were currently in stealth, but they all knew it wasn't completely necessary. The battle was to occur on the surface, where they needed to be. Finally, however, the red man had learned where an appropriate target was. His droid pilot, scanning the open coms all throughout the moon, had found the location of none other than a pink Twi'lik the Zabrak knew so very well. Without a word to the other Assassins he had his ship angle towards the base and shoot off towards it, followed by the fifteen.

A small amount of excitement welled up within the Zabrak's chest. It had been so long since he last saw the girl, and he was impatient to see how much she had grown. Would she be that much more of a challenge? Has she finally made peace with herself and taken up the mantle of truly being a Jedi? Or was she still ever teetering on the edge of the Dark and the Light? He would know soon enough.

His ship and the others would not slow as they entered the hanger area of the building. Having been stealthed, anyone within would be shocked once the sixteen Sith leaped out from their ships and landed on the floor below. The sound of sabers lighting up filled the hanger itself as a multitude of gold, red, and orange sabers lit up at the same time. The Assassins had come.

 

[Kian Karr]

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

Kian could feel them coming, the spread of the darkness down the corridor was a bit hard to miss. The sickening plague that was the darkside seeped down the hallway toward them like living shadows. Kian opened his eyes as he felt them coming and saw the horde of Vong enter the corridor. At the vanguard was a Sith Kian recognized. He had never faced the man before but the Sith was at Kashyyyk. His Vong soldiers had destroyed the stronghold there and driven Kian and his soldiers from the field. Kian's grip tightened around the hilt of his lightsaber and the blade sprang to life, the silver beam of energy extending out before him.

"THUD BUGS!!" The yell went up and Kian saw [member="Ryan Korr"] blurr into motion as he began to intercept the Vong weapons out of the sky. Kian's own blade began to move as well, intercepting those he could. While Ryan's strikes were fast, Kian's lightsaber moved with a the slow, deliberate strikes of Kian's variant of Shien. Kian heard the screams of those not lucky enough to be behind cover or whose armor did not provide the protection needed to avoid the deadily Vong technology. Then Kian felt them, there were monstrous looking Vong crawling along the floor, decayed and smelling putrid. Kian could sense in the force that these were not Vong, but the terrified grown that rose up among the soldiers indicated that those not trained in the force were not so lucky.

Kian saw Ryan begin to use force light to drive away the illusion and Kian, less skilled in that task, stretched out with his mind and began touching the minds of the terrified soldiers around him. Kian, without training in battle meditation, wouldn't be able to affect the hordes of men around them, so instead he began to target the minds of he commanding officers. They needed to rally the men on their own. It took some time, and by the time Kian had finished he was covered in a thin veil of sweat and the Vong horde had cross the distance and were now upon them.

"Engage the Vong with the EMBU and YVH-2 droids first, reinforcing with soldiers." Kian said, issuing orders out over the comm systems. "Keep them at the throat of the corridor." Kian saw the Sith at the head of the Vong enter the room, followed by another two Sith. "We'll handle the Sith."

"Jedi Cotarin, Jedi Voidstalker," Kian said turning to the two padawans behind him. "Work together and trust in the force and your training." Kian said and began to stride forward toward the Sith, his lightsaber held before him in a standard, two-handed guard.

"Sith Lords Reverance and Xiangu," Kian said quietly to Ryan as they approached them, "If my memory serves me." Kian said recalling from his memory. He hadn't faced either personally, but he knew them none-the-less. Kian had spent a great deal of time study the One Sith hierarchy in his duties with the Shadows and he had been compiling all the information he could on these, as well as other high ranking Sith. Both Sith Lords were renown in their own rights, Reverance as a master swordsman and Matsu as a force powerhouse.

"I suppose we take them together?" Kian asked, a smile creeping across his face. A well guarded secret of Kian's was his enjoyment of a fight. He hated killing or hurting others, but he enjoyed a good fight.

Location: F7
Forces: 270 Republic Commandos, 10 EMBU Droids, 10 YVH-2 Droids (losses, -20 Republic soldiers)
Opponent: One Sith

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: D6, McYoda's Restaurant
Objective: Ugh. Babysit, apparently
Allies: [member="Melori Raaf"] | [member="Darth Ayra"]
Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Kira Talith"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Laura Na'Varro"] | [member="Kaili Talith"] | [member="Hylocereus"] | [member="Nefertari Sovint"] | [member="Ali Hadrix"]

Silver-green eyes immediately swept the horizon of the once serene, commercial scene surrounding the...McYoda's... Inhaling deeply, Cameron stepped forward casually towards the battle that he'd seen and felt passing overhead in his personal transport. Unlike a great majority of the Sith that had come to lay waste to this Republic world, Cameron did not travel with a personal army or any fancy technology. Per usual, he wore only a dark blue and gray cloak over plain black pants. Resting at his side was the leather-hilted Sith Sword he'd created some centuries ago and a back-up lightsaber near the small of his back. The latter not being a weapon of his own initial creation...instead it had been something of an inheritance? He considered it such after plunging his sword into his biological father's back.

With fluid strides, the large Sith approached the scene before him. Where he'd expected to find some level of interesting conflict, he quickly became aware of an...alternate reality. There were several individuals inside the edifice that were known to Cameron on a personal level. He'd certainly expected a situation like this to arise at some point, but he could not have predicted it would occur so quickly and with such...dire consequences regardless of the direction in which he chose to influence said situation. Keeping his hands clasped behind his back, Cameron just barely crossed the threshold of the McYoda's. He was completely silent and motionless.

How fortunate he'd sent his promising apprentice, [member="Athena Heron"], to aid others during this effort. Cameron had no desire to try and explain why there was a Sith Lord wasting their time on children to anyone. Certainly...Cameron had no actual issue with the harming of children...he'd killed many. Though...that had never been an objective. They were just always in the way and quite susceptible to having their skulls crushed in by a booted heel. Fortunately for some of these children, he knew them on a slightly more personal level.

Shifting his gaze to focus intently on Darth Ayra, the Sith Lord allowed his large presence within the Force to swell forward. The nature of it was only cold and dark, familiar to one such as Ayra, because it had been so for practically his entire life. His emotional state, however, was quite neutral. The moderate probing of his feelings within the Force was only to ascertain the exact moment in which Ayra might explode into a Force-fueled rage. When that came to pass, he would inevitably have to come off the bench.

 

[H3xle]

Location: F7

Objective: Hold the line
Allies: [member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Tobias Wraith"], [member="kian karr"], @Jedi/Republic
Enemies: @OneSith, [member="Reverance"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Athena Heron"]

"THUD BUGS!" Dair heard the army of Republic soldiers and marines at his back shout. All at once, the Vong horde appeared and Master [member="ryan korr"] blurred as he struck out at the vong weapons. At the same time, Master [member="Kian Karr"] began his own weaving of his silver bladed saber, intercepting a great many before they could impact among the men and women behind them. Instinctively, Dair drew Winter from his belt with a simple trick of telekinesis and activated it. The normal snap-hiss of a saber activating was drowned out by the womping of Republic soldiers and marines deploying their grenades, their training telling them that when they are afraid, blow it up. While no where near as graceful as either of the Masters, who had been wielding lightsabers far longer than he himself had, Dair spun his wintery blue/white blade around, intercepting the weapons employed by the vong before they could get to Dair's men. Some of his men weren't lucky, some heads had been stuck up in fear, while a couple got hit by ricochet. Most of his men and women weathered the storm well, having set up cover to position behind.

"Engage the Vong with the EMBU and YVH-2 droids first, reinforcing with soldiers." Kian said, issuing orders out over the comm systems. "Keep them at the throat of the corridor." Kian saw the Sith at the head of the Vong enter the room, followed by another two Sith. "We'll handle the Sith."

"Jedi Cotarin, Jedi Voidstalker," Kian said turning to the two padawans behind him. "Work together and trust in the force and your training." Kian said and began to stride forward toward the Sith, his lightsaber held before him in a standard, two-handed guard.

Dair nodded and pointed at the droids, waving them forward. The fourteen assigned to him smoothly moved into the fore and began to weave among the vong, dealing the zealots an irony filled diet of death. The soldiers assigned to Dair remained behind cover, and provided fire support in the manner of blaster bolts and grenades into the vong horde.

Dair looked at [member="Jacen voidstalker"] and nodded. He looked after the advancing Masters, intent on doing battle with the Sith Lords. Slightly behind the Sith Lords, Dair spied [member="athena heron"]. Based on her positioning behind the advancing Lords and the unquenched battle lust in her eyes, Dair assumed that she was either a Knight or Acolyte of the Sith. He looked again at Jacen, then began to move, he wove through the vong horde, striking down any who came within reach of Winter's cool aura. He could feel his adrenaline climbing, and sank his mind into his connection to the force. Ice flowed into him from the force, replacing the twitchy adrenaline with an icy sureness. His steps became slightly swifter and surer as he advanced. He made sure he was a distance away from the Masters on their way to the Lords, and had his eyes locked on Athena, the cool calm of his eyes calling out to the fiery bloodlust in her own in a definite, if silent challenge.

Location: F7
Forces: 81 Republic Marines, 7 EMBU Droids, 7 YVH-2 Droids (-5 Marines)
Opponent: One Sith

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

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

Location: E5
Forces: 300 Republic Troopers
Opponents: The One Sith
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCiZ8pMnLV4​

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Sera smiled seeing her small yellow Padawan [member="Steve"] greeting her as he entered before her. She had hoped there would be more time to train and prepare her student for something like this, but such was destiny. She was only a Padawan a brief time before being thrown into the fray of Manaan, so she could hardly judge Steve for wanting to aide the Republic here. Perhaps if the two made it through this day she could spend some more time training so that he would be better prepared for the terror that the Sith brought with them each and every time their war machine came knocking.

But thoughts, sentiments, and hopes were one thing. A few passing moments of calm would break way to a disturbance in the Force. The Twi'lek's eyes would cringe, a grimace shadowing her typically warm facial features. There were few in the galaxy that could make her skin crawl with such dismay. [member="Darth Ferus"]. Sera could almost taste his scent only a moment before he made himself known, along with the slew of assassins that tagged along like a band of trumpeters to announce his arrival, the notes of their music played by the snap-hiss of their sabers as they ignited in a fiery blaze of rage.

The byzantine Jedi remained still as she watched Krest emerge. She remembered well the lessons he had taught her when she was younger, and bore the scars of those battles well. On terribly cold days her arm occasionally ached, a keen reminder of the damage he had done back then. This was hardly the Sith she would want to introduce to her Padawan, or any Padawan for that matter. Considering their previous interactions, Sera had the impression that he had little desire to speak, and more so the desire to make good on the task he had set out to accomplish long ago.

Without a word her hands slowly moved towards her belt, unlatching the pair of sabers from their resting place before her thumb slid over the activator, springing them both to life in a brilliant mesh of purple and green light. Her body adjusted ever so slightly to her Form IV stance a pace or two in front of Steve. She needed to ensure his safety as well as hers. This fight would be personal, but she would not let another's death rest on her conscious. The three hundred Republic soldiers with her would be more than enough to subdue the band of assassins he brought with him. Though until they made a move to strike the soldiers would hold their fire.

 

[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: Fifteen Sith Assassins
Opponents: Republic​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5FEAee1UzA​

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"Sanvesh Etui."

The words of the red man slipped out like a hollow whisper within the quiet. It was an order, one that the Sith Assassins would recognize without pause. Made up terms in fake languages for the sole purpose of keeping the intent hidden. But this order was not for the Sith Assassins on the ground. Rather, it was for the droid pilot in his own ship. A droid pilot that had control of all sixteen ships currently floating within the air above Ferus and the rest.

Without warning the ships would suddenly open fire, their twin barrels lighting up the hanger as they seemed to target anything and everything that wasn't Sith and moved. Below, much at the same time, the group of Assassins would suddenly fade from view as a purple flame from their leader surrounded them. While it wasn't meant to harm anyone, it acted as a cover for their next move.

As hell rained from above the fifteen spread out, bursting from the flame towards separate corners of the room, aiming for any republic soldier the ships currently weren't firing at. Shien was the recognizable form all were using, deflecting shots that came their way as best they could to get close and kill, or simply knock the shot back at the intended. None called out, none screamed or let loose a war cry. They were professional through and through, and more than capable to cut those down who were caught off guard.

Ferus however remained in the center, his deep blue eyes going to focus on the pink jedi. She and her apprentice were the only ones not to be targeted outside the Sith, and for good reason. Focusing on the Jedi was his job, and taking away from the limited firepower the ships brought for just one could compromise the whole purpose of this. His golden saber began to glow, and as he brought the blade up he swung it through the air, letting the seemingly burning blade release the force built up into it.

Sera should recognize the next blast, but this time it was far more refined. Thinner, much harder to see.

Sharper.

Faster.

The Zabrak was quick to follow it however, his form a blur as he kept just a pace behind the bladestorm he sent for her. It would hit first, followed by his own blade ripping through the air for her form. He had been waiting for this chance for far too long. Red skin slowly began to turn black as he remembered the last confrontation they had on Tatooine. What she had done to him. It frankly pissed him off. Blue eyes flashed gold as he neared, narrowed in a pure killing intent.

She wasn't the only one to grow.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: D3, Outside Library.
Objective: Battle the Sith.
Allies: Jedi.
Enemies: [member="Darth Raven"]

The Jedi Padawan blinked. In fact, he hadn't leapt backwards. Her overhead swing found nothing, since he had dove to the side and somersaulted to regain his footing. He wasn't going to let himself be caught ff balance so easily. Especially in his first encounter with a Sith.

He had taken note of the hand that rested behind her back. Haytham wasn't going to let himself be surprised with a second lightsabre. The first time he had encountered a duelist to do such a thing, it was [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]. A Jedi Padawan who had become a Jedi Knight, and an even greater Jedi Master. He had even adopted her dual wielding to some degree, which was why he always travelled with two lightsabres on his person. One was hidden, the other was made obvious on his waistline.

Fool me once...

When she advanced onto him, the Padawan's lightsabre barely moved as he pushed back the jabs and pokes that Darth Raven was delivering to him. When the horizontal sweep came, he hopped backwards onto one foot, avoiding the whole swing, and then came back to his original footing, and his right hand met his right hand's hilt, the Force flowed through him, taking him to higher speeds, and his hands came down with the Falling Avalanche.

At that point, Haytham was certain that he had trained his whole life for this moment, for that one move. Djem So always came with powerful counterattacks.

 

[Reverance]

Location: F7
Forces: 285 Legion Yun'Do, 1 currently unwounded Reverance (15 vong)
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Athena Heron"], @One Sith
Enemies: [member="Kian Karr"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Dair Cotarin"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DGkI7Aeta9k​

Despite his obvious use of force dead weaponry, the force boiled and palpated around the Wrath, in fear of its own unleashing. His Vong, through the training in combination with the Chom-Huun, were no longer emboldened and enraged beyond reasoning at the sight of the YVH-battledroids. No, they were something constantly adapting and changing and had it not been for the abundant Sith Force users in the vicinity, they would have long ago released the Grutch Nul for the consumption of the rampant, and lightsided, force use that was now molesting and cleansing the magnanimous force attenuation of [member="Matsu Xiangu"].

A cyclops of his own volition, he moved in slow semi-circle, as his Legion took to the folds of the republic commandos and battle droids. Through the chuck of magma pebbles, the stab of amphistaffs, and the fling of plasma eels, the Grand Republic would meet their match in the suffocating hallways between F7 and F8 domed structures. As for Gabriel, pacing wasn't the appropriate term, as he watched the amassing of Jedi against his own purpose. Seething, the force leaking out in tenebrous waves that bypassed any nulling affects of the Vonduun Skerr Ygdris he now wore. These weren't waves of darkness, something they would recall well from Kashyyyk upon the shores. This was merely an oppressive and volatile resentment, distinguishing the War Master from the herds of Vong of which he formerly molded. But that was no longer, not as he listened to the Jedi Master confirm the identity of the Sith Lord.

Tilting his head, as an animal would to hearing a high pitched tone, the shift in the red eyes upon the helmet gave just the slightest hint towards entertainment at the revelation of his own identity. The beam of the Chom-Huun traced across the ground, held in right hand, scorching it to the sounds of gleeful yelps resonating from the beast in hand, feeling the pressure of his body against solid object. Pressing the polyp against the organic hilt, the body shifted to form the perfect mold of curvature to assist in Makashi combat.

"You have me at a disadvantage...cherish this moment." With that, he charged with the aid of force speed on his organic sails. The body of the suit, not unlike power armor, was built to augment the users physicality. And for one like Gabriel, it was an assuredly vicious combo. As he closed the distance, his focus on the entirety of the world around him, he lashed out with the orange pulsing energy beam. He aimed for Kian's left shoulder, though just at the point of biting skin, his elbow would pivot and the blade would arch through to his own left, striking towards the Jedi Master's right shoulder. His left hand, anchored to the sentiment of balancing the weight in his own core, prepared to act as medium for the force, should it be needed. It would see it's moment soon enough, taking on a similar hunger to the Voxyn al'Do right arm that currently struck out against Kian.

And upon his hip, the sister saber to Roecnar rested in vacant pause, waiting for it's own calling.

 

[Kaia Vullen]

Location: B2
Objective: Form Paddy-Rangers and kick arse.
Allies: [member="Travot Ravenna"] [member="Tacitanya"] [member="Catherine Soja"] and all the Jedi.
Enemies: One Sith.

When Kaia entered the room dubbed B2, she found it full of fellow Padawans. Some she had met before, some she had not. However, she saw the light of Ashla, or the light side of the Force, radiate from their presence, like three welcoming stars in the midst of a closing night. A smile spread across her lips, dimples a-flaring into deep pits in her cheeks. She stepped towards the group, practically bouncing with enthusiasm as the oldest one spoke.

“I’m Kaia Vullen, call me Kaia.”

She looked at each in turn, waiting for their replies. Her hands clasped in front of her with the lightsabre held tight. Her eyes rested especially long on Tacitanya, mostly because Kaia was for once not the shortest in the room. Not counting persons of an especially minute species, of course.

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Location: C4
Objective: Fight some people kinda I suppose?
Allies [member="Kana Truden"] This uh… doesn’t seem like enough….
Enemies [member="Darth Vornskr"] (you’re mine!) [member="Vrag"] [member="Khallesh"]

Spoiler

Location: C4
Forces: 100 random dudes with blasters
Opponents: None of this matters right now.

Damian wrinkled his nose as he gripped his saber and blaster pistol. He’d never been in a battle before, at least not on the ground. From the safety of his ship once, sure. But even then he was fleeing. Not alot of profit in getting held up in a fight. “When have I ever done anything stupid?” he asked thumbing at the explosives in his backpack. “And that time in the swamp doesn’t count….”

Damian liked to blow things up, almost as much as he enjoyed lying. Not that he saw it as lying. It was playing a part. Intrigue and all that. There would be no room for that here. Red Saber was bad, other colors good. At least that was the general gist of things.
The Republic didn’t seem to have a battle plan. A bunch of Jedi boarded the station and there was supposedly a pack of padawans fighting over some fast food place…. That wasn't’ a battle. At least not how Damian had thought of them.

Damian saw a slew of troopers, local defense force, marching down a hall. He followed hoping they had some notion to defend their home and perhaps an inkling on how to do it. Tight corridors opened up into rooms and blaster shots and… vong bugs…. flew in every direction.

Battle had been met. Damian’s heart raced and he struggled to do as Kana taught him… calm himself and find his center. His center, just above the navel and below the rib cage. Damian still didn’t get why he had to find his center... it was clear where his center of mass was, but he did anyways. He wasn’t sure exactly what to do, but knew he couldn’t stand behind the corner forever. He dove out from behind cover initiating his lightsaber while keeping his trusty ion blaster in hand. With one hand he deflected blaster bolts and the other he fired his own pistol into the teeming mass of vong.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: A3, Moving to A4
Objective: Follow the Jedi
Allies: Ciara Jevnaker
Enemies: Don't know

Me and the boys were simply playing keep up with the Jedi. She was hustling to get where we were going, and I could bet she was counting on some form of sixth sense in all of this. I wish we had a proper operations command to keep track of everyone and everything going on, and to direct forces on the battlegrounds, but right now that wasn't happening. "Alright, you lead we follow, babe" I said to her as she picked up from a jog to a decent run. The soldiers behind us quickly followed suit.

Somewhere in this section of the facility [member="Corvus Raaf"] was doing something, something Jedi do in battle I guess. Elsewhere [member="Kiran Vess"] was lurking, unnoticed assuming he didn't engage the mass of troops crossing the section of the facility. A quick check of equipment and other support systems showed everything in working order, we were ready for the fight, once we got where ever we were going.

Location: A3, Moving to A4
Forces: 100 Republic Soldiers (Blasters, Attachment 1:3, Helmets, Armor)
Objective: Kill, Maim, Burn the Sith

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: A4, Moving to A7
Objective: Win
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] / [member="Des Kovak"]
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"] (The Handsome Boy In Black)



She bid her Master farewell, then led everyone quickly through the corridors to A7. The enemy hadn't breached this far into the complex yet and she was a little disappointed in them. Sith were suppose to be all war-like and battle crazed and yet, she had not seen one Sith. However, as they passed from one sector into another, she could hear pocket fighting. Still, her com link was silent just as Commander Vereen's.

As they entered into A7, she felt two presences in the Force; one Light and one Dark. Both were powerful in the Force which only meant one thing, a Jedi Master and a Sith Lord. She halted her advance and turned to look at Commander Vereen.

"There is a Jedi and Sith in the next section of the complex. We have to help her!"

She ordered her men to take up defensive positions on all the entrance/exit openings. She was no match for a Sith Lord but if all three, the Jedi Master, Commander Vereen, and herself, could manage to overwhelm the Sith Lord; then victory was theirs. However, would she be robbing the Jedi Master of her own victory. She was torn.

"What should we do? Intervene or wait?"


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

 

[Phylis Alince]

[member="Darth Veles"]
Location: A8, the place to be.
Objective: Be polite before the fight.
Allies: The Light. Tar-tare sauce.
Enemies: Naughty fish.

“Your generosity will be returned, Sith,” Phylis said with a small nod. It was always nice to meet someone polite…even if they would be soon attacking you.
“I am Jedi Master Phylis Alince, nice to meet you. Sadly, I, hmm, can’t say a pleasure, what with you being my enemy. Still….”

The Jedi Master produced her lightsabre and activated the green blade. She was reminded of ancient history here, when Soresu combated Makashi on Geonosis and above Coruscant. Both those times Obi-Wan Kenobi had been defeated by Count Dooku. She could only hope that it would not be a pattern.

It was, however, one of the things about these forms. Makashi was a strong counter to Soresu, just as Shien was to Makashi. That did not guarantee victory though, not at all.

As she settled into the ready stance with her blade she called the Force to her, ready to react to his first move, centring herself for the battle to come.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: F7

Objective: Hold
Allies: [member="Dair Cotarin"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Athena Heron"]


The beam of golden light from Korr's palm cut off as chaos erupted around him. His eyes narrowed at the approach of a paradoxical saber-bearing Vong.

The waste of words in battle was like the breath of the sloven gluttons to Korr. Putrid, revolting, and likely fatal. The words from the Sith Lord known as Reverance inspired little cherishing in Ryan. The man - if man he still was - wore the chitinous armor of the Yuuzhan Vong, though slight sections glowed an odd yellow. He would relish nothing of this fight save its conclusion: a foe, kneeling in defeat and staring with shock at the smoke curling from blackened wrist stumps.

Korr's retort came in adamant silence and a flicking blade. He ducked under a thud bug, back bending so that he could watch from beneath as it soared mere centimeters above his face. The blade-kissed Jedi came out of the bend and rolled forward over one shoulder, folds of flexible lamellar clacking around him.

He ended his roll in a kneeling thrust, whipping his blade forward and in a slight semi-circle, aimed to sever Reverance's left hand.

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Location: C6 (or maybe D6 as Ali seems to have moved since I posted LOL)
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"] (strictly a 1:1 affair)
Objective: This is the end of control!!
Theme: Shake the ground


==She did a backward somersault as blaster fire pings close to her. Challenge. That is a cornerstone of Sith training. She likes to be kept off-balance. The blaster fire was close, closer than she liked. She can feel the heat on the sleeve of her tunic. She smells singed material. She’d been distracted by thoughts of her sister.

Anger rises in her, which is good. The darkness crests and roars. She twists in the air, her lightsaber activated as she jumps, its twin crimson blades twirling, revolving. Its balance is perfect in her hand.

She lands close to the woman and droids, her face impassive. She strikes one hard blow to the left flank of the droid on her right. She feels the power of the move reverberate all the way to her shoulder. It gratifies her. A second blow to the droid on her left follows a fraction of an instant later, so close that an observer would not be able to tell which blow came first.==

Location: Section D-6 (Sorry Melori, I forgot to include the move in the "Location" section of my last post!)
Allies: Galactic Republic / Jedi
Enemies: [member=Melori Raaf]
Objective: Take Raaf into custody.
Secondary Objective: Kill Raaf if capture proves impossible.


Ali's HUD tracked the Sith woman as she rolled back, away from Ali's line of fire. She shifted her aim to follow the woman's movement, guided by her HUD's red triangular tracking marker pinned to the woman's torso, standing as she shot and trekked backward, her 360º HUD pointing out a covered space for her a couple meters back. Ali's shatter rifle continued clicking as she released controlled pairs of bullets, taking a knee behind another ferrocrete bench. By now the Sith woman had landed between two of Ali's assigned YVH-2 droids, which had been tracking her progression forward, as had the rest of the mechanical squad. The first droid's blaster arm had been tracking her vector of approach and released steady bursts of blaster bolts as it stepped back from her slashing blade. The lightsaber zzmmm'ed through a hip plate of laminanium, turning it black. Aside from depleting a small fistful of the droid's metallurgic reserves, no damage was done.
The second droid fared much better as it had more time to react than the first. Tracking the Sith in a similar fashion, the droid was locking the woman into a crossfire with the first droid, though it took a step forward as she landed and struck for the YVH-2 on her right. The hunter droid came at the Sith woman with open arms, activating is electroray discharger at the same time. The burst of electrified energy was intended as a distraction measure against Yuuzhan Vong, but might prove effective enough at distracting the Sith from accessing her Force talents for a short time. The angry-red lightsaber stabbed through the laminanium plating at its side with a burning sizzle even as the droid moved to wrap its arms around her and hold her in place. It cut through the droid's left quadrant of its lower torso, just above the hip servo, allowing the mechanical soldier to come within a hair's breadth of the woman as it attempted to grapple her. The damage done by the lightsaber remained contained, though the small control processor for the droid's left leg was damaged as the blade severed a pair of its power cables, impairing the speed and coordination of the leg's backward movement by nearly fifty-percent.
Ali was just now resting her rifle atop the ferrocrete bench as the Sith woman clashed with two of Ali's droids. She kept her rifle up and fired as YVH-2 "Baker" moved to enclose the woman within its swift and mighty grip. One, two, three, four pulls of the trigger put down eight projectiles at the woman in her current position between the to droids. The other two droids, YVH-2 "Charlie" and "Dog", who were located two Ali's five and seven o'clock, respectively, tracked the Sith attacker with bursts of fire when their counterparts could manage to stay out of their line of fire. This, however, wasn't often enough, and their ability to adequately target their opponent was ineffectual at this point in time.

/ [member=Hylocereus] | [member=Melori Raaf] | [member=Darth Ayra] | [member=Laura Na'Varro] | [member=Corvus Raaf] \​

/[member=Aela Talith] | [member=Kaili Talith] | [member=Maleah Talith] | [member=Kira Talith] | [member=Mara D'Lessio Merrill]\​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sNHY6jf2VsQ[/youtube]​

Location: D1 en route to D2
Objective: Touch their butts
Allies: [member="Vrag"], [member="Khallesh"], the One Sith
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Damian Starchaser"]

Location: D1 en route to D2
Forces: 300 Blackblade Guardsman
Enemies: The Republic, this thing, that thing, errything

They could not stand against him.

They had no hope to stand against him.

They tried, he could admit that, they certainly tried with all of their resolve. Sadly, it was not enough to stem the tides of darkness that swept through D1 like a tempest, the ranks upon ranks of Blackblades cutting down everything that was not them. Security, the meager men in gray uniforms erected sloppy barricades and fired potshots at the quickly approaching wall of black armor, which belched forth thick lines of crimson plasma with furious results. The barricades exploded into nothing as the spears of light skewered those unlucky enough to be caught in the line of fire, their smoldering corpses crumbling to the ground with sickly sounds of limp flesh. The corpses were left to rot where they had fallen, for the Blackblades gave them no notice after their weapons had pierced their hearts and blown out their guts, and they simply trod over the dead like they were dirt.

In the center of the mass of black-armored fiends was the King of the Fiends himself, the towering monolithic Sith Lord whose name was Vornskr watched with demented satisfaction as the pitiful defenders were dispatched with haste. He did not have to participate in the slaughter, his soldiers were more then capable of carrying out the carnage on their own, but he supervised their efforts and coordinated their advance through the facility into the dome installation known as D2, and quickly ordered his men to dispatch the factory workers and security teams in the immediate areas. Flashes of crimson illuminated the darkened recesses of the chamber, and there was the occasional explosion as one of his troops tossed a fragmentation grenade into a crowded room, blowing out the windows with bouts of flame and screams of white-hot agony.

The security, stubborn beyond reason, mounted an ill-fated counterattack to hold off the Sith Lord's minions so a gaggle of factory workers could flee into the nearby domes. One of them even managed to fire off an accurate shot towards the Sith Lord, but he merely raised the gauntlet of his left hand and absorbed the blow. The individual responsible was then quickly mowed down by a thick line of blaster fire that cut him in half at the stomach, his cauterized organs spilling out as his upper half thudded against the durasteel floor, staining it scarlet. Fires had begun to break out where explosive ordnance had been used to dispatch security and workers alike, and it was common to stumble across the charred remains of those affected by the blast, whether they were whole or in bits.

"Hrm. The children of Togoria fought with more ferocity than these vermin... Has the Republic grown soft in the lull? I'm disappointed." mumbled Vornskr as he observed the butchery going on around him with unearthly disinterest, rubbing his chin absently as his brooding emerald eyes focused on the beyond, his senses reaching far and wide to discern what was going on elsewhere. So far, it was not the glorious battle he had hoped for, but there was still hope yet...