Invasion Bark at the Moon (OS Invasion of Telti)

[Matsu Xiangu]

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9IdYLvd7OsU​

Classically, there were three different types of illusions: mental illusions, magic illusions, and those of the white current. Matsu was a master of all but the last, a deficiency of choice not capability. She’d opted to pursue necromancy in favor of the ability to hide in the Force. But that was neither here nor there – there was a Jedi somewhere ahead that had the ability to see through her mental illusions. She could feel them burning and while madness clung to many of the soldiers ahead, disarray wasn’t planted as efficiently as it could have been. Making a mental note to herself, she forged ahead alongside Gabriel and Athena until they’d cleared the narrow hallway and breached F7’s dome.

Had most of her face not been covered by her mask, the Jedi who named her might have seen a smile, the only hint at the expression the narrowing of her eyes. Knowledge was power and though she’d heard rumors of some Kel Dor Jedi Master in almost every invasion between the two factions in the last ten years, she couldn’t name him for sure. A disadvantage, indeed. But she and Reverance were perfect compliments in combat and she moved with him as no other.

She rolled her shoulders as the Chom-Huun spit sparks, looking to Athena. “It seems they have Padawans with them, young one. Let’s see if you kill as well as you control minds.” With that she turned back to the Masters, mostly silent as she took off.

She’d had the Kel Dor Master in her sight, the red-haired Jedi’s approach unseen until the clacking of his armor caught her attention at the last moment. It was to her advantage to keep her distance but she’d already closed: the blade of her lightsaber came to life in her right hand, bringing the left to join it for a better grip as she caught Korr’s blade on the horizontal flat of her own. She was much smaller and lighter than him however, and in the interest of staying upright she first tilted her lightsaber slightly to try and prevent him from dragging his along towards her to cut her in half, then lifting her left hand from the hilt to throw a telekinetic shove at him, hopefully sending him flat on to his back considering his position on the ground.

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: E1
Objective: Unleash hell
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Ciara Jevnaker"] [member="Draco Vereen"]
Directly Engaging with: [member="Des Kovak"]

Blaster fire pinged through the air. One of the Republic technicians, a Weequay had an itchy trigger finger it seemed. Sage deftly blocked the man's fire with his red blade, his arm moving so fast it was almost a blur, his technique indicative of the Ataru form. Once the Weequay was out of ammo, Sage made a sweeping motion with his off-hand and in a heartbeat, five of the technicians changed. Eyes bore a glassy look and hands dropped to their sides, victims of the ancient Sith power of Qâzoi Kyantuska, passed down to Sage by his Master, Matsu Xiangu. The men and women stood as still as statues, looking straight ahead, unmoving. With a satisfied smirk, the Sith Knight addressed them.

"He told you not to be stupid. You didn't listen. Quite a pity."

The five enthralled technicians, including the foolish Weequay, all simultaneously lifted their pistols to the sides of their heads and fired. Five perfectly synchronized suicides. As their bodies hit the floor, the violence excited his barely-controllable amphistaff arm and the Sith Knight's chalk-white flesh peeled away to reveal three leathery black tentacles topped by fanged heads. The three creatures attached to his shoulder blade reared up triumphantly and hissed at Sage's enemies. Then the Sith Knight raised his gaze to the Jedi Padawan with a mock-doleful expression and tutted.

"My condolences on your lost men. But look on the bright side, at least you didn't have to hear them scream."

With that, the amphistaves lashed out like whips, spitting blinding venom aimed right at the Jedi's face. Who needed the Netherworld, when all of the demons were right here?

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: D1 moving to D2
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: None

As Tmoxin watched Lieutenant Kohler approach, she was immediately impressed by the fellow officer’s moxie. Her enthusiasm was visible, even through her blue and white striped armor, and it was refreshing to see the outward show of bravery in her stride and how she conducted her troops. They would need it soon enough. Plus she had brought Storm Commandos who would be able to pull off more precise maneuvers.

“We’re moving East, Lieutenant. The scouts have reported an enemy close by in one of the nearby domes. The type of resistance is yet unknown, but movement has been identified and they aren’t our forces,” the Commander said to Lieutenant Kohler. She didn’t have Sgt. Major Ulysses along and she welcomed the fellow officer’s company. Tmoxin wasn’t too worried about the Republic’s soldiers or droids, but she was concerned about running into a powerful Jedi Knight. Or two of them at once. But Kohler eased her fears a bit – if the both of them could think quickly on their feet, they may be able to handle a fair amount of resistance while Darth Vornskr neutralized the Force users.

With a line of shock troopers in the front, ready to fire their missile launchers, Tmoxin commanded The Blood Monarchs and Royal Guards to advance forward.

Location: D1
Forces: 300 NPCs Total: 64 Blood Monarchs, 236 Royal Guards
Opponents: None

 

[Des Kovak]

Spoiler

Location: E1, monitoring station Radar 04

Spoiler

Objective: NOPE NOPE NOPE
Allies: Um... Well, poodoo
Enemies: Eep.

Location: E1, monitoring Radar station 04
Forces: 10 5 technicians, 1 monitoring supervisor, some armed with small personal weapons
Opponents: [member=Sage Bane]

Des stared in horror as five of the technicians simply raised their scavenged weapons to their heads and killed themselves. How in this world had that even been possible? This man hadn't even moved, didn't seem like he'd even had to concentrate. Was it really so easy for him? But then how was Des still standing?

As if it wasn't bad enough, the Sith's arm now sprouted uncoiling tendrils, no doubt some kind of weapon. "You think this is some kind of game?" Des replied, anger mounting in his voice. He would not stand for this. He may not be a Jedi yet, but he had resolved to fight everything the Sith represented. This was just the kind of thing that he'd told himself he would stop.

Lost in his anger, fixated on the Sith's face as he so casually called him out, Des was almost too late to respond to the venom. He had expected the strange weapons to be a melee extension. At the last moment, he ducked aside, the venom scoring acidic gashes across his cheeks. Des yelped in pain, but already he was driving forward in his anger.

His lightsaber ignited with a hiss, producing a pale silver blade so bright it drove back the red of the Sith's blade as Des advanced recklessly. The young Korun swung wildly when he came close enough to his opponent. His strike was clearly untrained and unrefined, but there was a ferocity about the way Des handled his lightsaber that pointed to potential for Djem So. Aimed not at Bane but at his Blade and his amphistaffs, the would-be Jedi lashed out at his target like a battering ram, fast and powerful but lacking precision. Not pausing for a moment, Des attacked again and again, battering away at Bane's defenses as best he could. It was exhausting, and Des was soon breathing heavily, but he refused to let up.

 

[Sitara Qin]

Location: F8
Objective: Keep Herself Entertained.
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Them bloody republicans

Okay. So maybe she was a bit late to the party.

Who cares? Being fashionably late was being better than not showing up after all. She entered the building and looked around. It was seriously chaotic over here. Perhaps this was what happened when you tried taking over a planet. Who cares? Stuff like this was fun anyways. She was silent, stealthily moving.

If she were to be confronted, well, she’d probably have to show the other person a good time. Where was everyone she knew anyways? Perhaps she’d find someone here that she’s seen before. Like a certain lovely lady she was definitely looking forward to seeing.

Was [member="Ali Hadrix"] here? She didn’t really know. Would she run into her? Maybe. There were too many things that were ready to do. She moved through the chaos and disarray, searching for something to do or someone to scope out.

 

[Zion Mirtis]

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

The padawan had proven to be a very skilled swordsman indeed. Darth Raven was suprised by how well he was keeping up. Demj So. Powerful technique on it's own. She had to give him that much credit. It did remind her of her time among the Jedi, brief as it was. As she watched him counter act she had been forced to hold her saber with both hands, revealing she had nothing in the other and only kept it to show she could fight with just one hand; a more old fashioned duelist stance.

Standing there bent on one knee while holding his blade she said "Very good." as if giving praise to a child. "Who taught you that? The Jedi are starting to up their game from when I joined the ranks." She then pushed up to move him away before saying "Give it a few more years and you might actually make me sweat."

She advanced and now used both hands as she put more effort into her attacks. Harder sweeps added with more thrusts forward to try and skewer him. At one point she feinted on the left to try and attack from the right. If he blocked she would push him away while trying to give a kick to his stomach in the process; high heels hurt more on the chest then they do on the feet.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

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

When Raven pushed him back after his Falling Avalanche that had no effect. But when she spoke, he heard nothing from her, he was completely wrapped up in what they were doing and doing his best to anticipate her next attacks, rather than listening to what slipped from her lips.

He had hopped backwards and to the side when one of her thrusts had come towards him, but he had been struck along the side of his torso. Nothing too damaging, but he knew it was going to be a detriment if more enemies came and just overran him. In the back of his mind, he knew that he was going to have to retreat, or somehow win the fight before it dragged on too long. If it did, the wound would become a problem.

However, he was certain that if the Republic Troopers were still holding out in the main hallway, he may be able to get bacta patc-

He didn't see the feint until it was too late. When she came around from the right, he tried to perform his own counter, while his right hand brushed across the setting of the blaster rifle, setting it to a high-powered stun. And as he flinched away from her, he received another wound this time around his front, and simply from a reaction, his finger twitched on the trigger and released the stun from the barrel.

In such close ranges, Haytham didn't really see how it could be avoided. They were practically implemented to prevent lightsabre wielders from being able to block them, but he could only hope that something happened in his favour for once as he collapsed to his knees.

 

[Zion Mirtis]

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

Three good shots into him. Raven smirked as she realized his defenses were not as great as he made them to be. However, in her confidence, she didn't realize the padawan was playing a dirty trick. His blaster came out and fired hitting her right in the chest. A stun blast. And here Raven thought it would have the guts to actually kill her himself. She fell back with her saber falling from her hand as she felt her whole body go numb. She looked and watched the padawan, feeling as though he had his victory. Even in her state she was able to look at him and sneer while saying "Ch..cheater.."

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: D3 Outside Library.
Objective: Leave the Scene.
Allies: Galactic Republic
Enemies: A stunned [member="Darth Raven"]

(PC)

Haytham's form stand in it's slumped position, head remaining on his chest for what felt like minutes, but what was only moments in reality. The blue ligtsabre beam disappeared with the light brush of his fingers on his lightsabre hilt.

His eyes were bloodshot, he looked about them. The fire that she had summoned in the beginning of the fight had dissipated once she had fallen into her catatonic state, and Haytham slowly started to rise to his feet. He stumbled, almost collapsing on his face again, but instead, he raised his right hand, the one that had fired the stun, and summoned her lightsabre towards him.

A trophy.

Very un-Jedi like to do, but she was a Sith, and he was her captor. She wasn't going to be getting it back from him. And when she was sent off to the Galactic Republic for her sentencing, something in the back of his mind hoped that she would remember him. Remember the nameless Padawan who had defeated her.

Her lightsabre was clipped onto his belt, and he pushed his outer robe back over it. It was blackened along it's edges now, and shredded in multiple places on his upper area.

From his utility belt, he pulled the stun cuffs out, and as he walked towards her, he stumbled again and stopped, crouched over her body. Slowly, he reached out and grabbed her leg with one hand, wincing from the pain, and with the other hand her arm. A cruel way to bind someone, but he wasn't going to let himself to be played around with... And he closed the binders...

And then he exhaled.

He still felt the Force in him, giving him the strength to continue onwards. But it was only little. He could hardly tell if it was adrenaline or if it was actually the Force at this point...

He need only walk for a few more minutes... He knew that now. He just needed to get to a defensive position, get some bacta patches, and then go back into the fight. It didn't if he was out of it now, he'd come up with something. With a spurt of new found strength, Haytham rose to his feet, teeth grinding upon each other, grabbed Raven's leg that wasn't binded, and dragged her the way they had originally come.

(NPC)

Location: D3
Objective: Hold off the Sith.
Forces: OG: 100 Current: 50

Commander Dell's position was being shoved in. The Sith troopers and their droids were pushing into the Republic defenses. The rotary cannons had only just arrived and were being activated.

Dell knew that they'd be able to last much longer with the cannons. But without a Jedi to raise his men's hopes, or reinforcements, he knew they'd be without a cause. He wondered when that wild Padawan would return, if he was going to return.

 

[Zion Mirtis]

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

All the more she sat motionless the more angry Darth Raven was that this little upstart prick of a Jedi padawan had bested her simply because he tricked her. Using guns in a lightsaber fight wasn't exactly the Jedi way. Either he was just trying to play on the same level as her and be crafty of this padawan was more like a Sith than he realized. She'd say something about it if she wasn't paralyzed. She felt as he cuffed one arm and leg together. How degrading. If anything she'd have made a joke about him doing this for kicks, or because he "enjoyed" girls this way. Oh the many things she could do if she was at a telepathic level. Still there was hope for Raven yet. The effects wouldn't last too long, and she just needed to hold out until her men had spotted her; or at least a fellow Sith.

And luck would have it that he was bringing her back to where the forces were. How nice. It wouldn't be hard for her men to spot the obvious problem and do what they could to get her back. They knew better than to just let a Sith go without fighting to get them back, or else...

Location: D3
Objective: Push back Republic; Save Darth Raven
Forces: 200 Current: 150

The soldiers and droids continued to keep the Republic forces at bay while Darth Raven had gone to deal with a Jedi. They were lucky their position was as secure as where the Republic was, but that meant they were at a stalemate; only taking shot after shot and getting lucky with their attacks. More droids were down that soldiers, many simply following programming to be cannon fodder and draw out other forces. The regular soldiers were far more crafty than that at least.

As they fought on Commander Xenu, a zebrak, had spotted the eventual image of Raven being dragged by the Jedi back from the other side. He confirmed it, though wondered why the Jedi would put her in such a state, before ordering for the droids to hold position. With that he and ten men tried to break off and deal with the problem.

 

[Micah Talith]

NPC PC Allies -- Jedi Master Kira Talith nee Liadain
Location: @ B6 Spacesport
Objective: MY BABIES!!!!! Starting to leave from B6 from the ship to move to C6.


"Young Master!" C4-R1 would wail, his arms moving frantically back and forth while Z1-P1 would beep and boop away. "Master! We must do something! The young Master is --"

"Cee Four, finish all the preflight procedures." Kira was beyond them now; her face would blanch, the blood draining from her face. Esmae's voice was still ringing in her ears and the pit of her stomach felt as if it had simply fallen away.

"I'm going to get them -- keep the engines hot!" she'd say, already on her feet in a tiny whirlwind of determined protective momma mode. Speed and stealth were her strengths, and right now were in full swing as the Jedi Master went to the aide of her kids and the rest of the younglings.

In a rush of the Force, Kira went bounding down the corridor, blonde hair streaming behind her before her figure would simply disappear.

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Location: D6 - McYoda's
Objective: Climb a tree, try not to think about how oddly Laura's movements were so -- WHOAAAAA there!
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Maleah Talith"] [member="Hylocereus"] [member="Laura Na'Varro"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ayra"] [member="Cameron Centurion"] (The Jungle Gym!)

This was all kinds of awkward.

He was feeling high. GREAT! Even. His mind and his emotions were going all kinds of directions. And there was a rush to his blood, a pounding in his heart, and a tingling down his spine and --

Wow the way Laura was moving was absolutely mesmerising. The swing of her ponytail. The determination on her face, the way she was trying to stomp the ever living heck of --

WHOA! Focus!

Up the tree Micah went, sliding on one of the larger branches. That's when the sudden rise of the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck would draw his attention. A presence. It would come drifting in a familiar cloud; in that metallic tang. Had he'd not been high on zeltron empathic sway and Hylo's and Mara's pheromones, he'd likely have noticed it a bit earlier.

His eyes would come to a halt by where Kai stood bubbled. Esmae's doing. Okay. His attention would drift towards trying to make sense of things and -

That's when he saw it. An nicecreamator; a way to make icecream from using liquid nitrogen. His attention locked on the canister beside it. With the surge of the Force, telekinetic tendrils latching around that canister only to give a fierce tug.

Soon he would pan over to where the Sith Wench was. He had to wait. Time this right.... wait.. wait..

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: D3
Objective: Get Raven to Republic Lines.
Allies: Republic Forces + Jedi.
Enemies: [member="Darth Raven"]

Haytham entered the hall, with an almost dazed look on his face. But he was completely ready. He adopted an apathetic look on his face. He was already tired from his duel with the Knight, so it definitely wasn't hard to do so. Glancing over the battlefield, it looked as if both sides were hesitant to shoot in their direction for obvious reasons.

Neither side wanted to hurt their force using allies, but Haytham wasn't beyond harming Raven, especially if it was going to keep him alive. Was it the Jedi way? Probably not, but actions spoke louder than words anyway, which was why, instead of drawing his lightsabre when he took note of around a dozen sith troopers trucking it over to him, he grasped the grip of the rifle and pointed it directly at her head... Considering her head was being dragged across the floor he made amends soon enough and just aimed at her main body mass.

He knew all he had to do was surprise them with the shot, and then launch the Sith towards the Republic lines and jump behind her.

(NPC)

Location: D3
Objective: Save the Jedi!
Forces: 48

Commander Dell watched the Jedi Padawan take his captive along the wall. Neither side shot at them, and Dell had already given the order to suppress the Sith lines with as much firepower as they could. But then even Dell, took note of the soldiers bee-lining straight for the Jedi, and he pointed to the rotary cannons, and then indicated to the Sith that were running to him, and the cannons did as they were told.

Heavy fire splashed across the battle lines, most likely tearing apart anyone who came into contact with the blasts, and he didn't believe it when he saw the Padawan actually fire at the Sith Knight. But it wasn't what he had thought it was, the blue rings expanded outwards for half a moment, highlighted the Sith in Haytham's grasp, and then she was launched towards Republic lines, and as the unknown Jedi leapt, he was struck in the upper shoulder and crashed into a pile of boxes.

"Get him out of here!" Dell roared, and when he had eyes on the Sith Knight, he pointed to the two closest guys to drag her through the archway they were protecting.

Already, Dell realized they were losing this fight here. They needed a more defendable position. And with that, he had already called for the retreat. The Jedi and his prisoner out first.

 

[Zion Mirtis]

NPC

Location D3
Objective: Save Darth Raven, destroy Republic Forces
Forces: 149

Xenu, seeing as the Jedi had launched Darth Raven into the air before letting her land within behind the lines, only enforced his need to get her back. The last thing he wanted was to let his superiors know he lost a Sith to a Jedi and a handful of republic scum. He ordered all men and droids to move forward and give no quarter. That was his last command before the fire from the cannons had ripped through his men and sent him flying. But an order was still an order. The droids went first, laying down the heavier fire, while the soldiers followed up and continued to barrage them while using the droids as temporary shields. They should have tried this before as they began to gain more of a footing. A few shots went flying across and one managed to hit one of the men holding Darth Raven captive. Hopefully that would be enough to let them know they were outmatched. It was then they saw the means of outflanking them and took it, one soldier leading a squad of the remaining troops around to surprise the from the left.

[member="Haytham Kaze"]

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: D3
Objective: Wake Up.
Allies: Republic.
Enemies: Confusion + The Sith.

Haytham's eyes flickered open. All he remembered was throwing Darth Raven, and the pain of the blaster bolt burning through him, and then he had a heavy landing. His forehead was split open, he remembered blood dripping into his eyes, and the sounds of soldiers screaming in their death throes. He saw multiple droids climbing over the meagre battlements the Republic had thrown up in their haste, and he saw the first and second guard of Darth Raven being shot down.

The forces of the bolts sent them flying into the wall, and the crippled-looking Sith Knight dropped to the floor in between them. Haytham reached outwards, but he wasn't nearly as close as he was in his mind. All he heard was someone with a deep voice saying "you can't stop them!" And it was all like slow motion to him when the Sith Knight was taken from their grasp.

"We're being flanked!" He heard someone else roar, and unbeknownst to him, the group's commander, Dell, was already calling for the retreat. "Close off the path." Dell said darkly, and as soon as they were all through the door, and only a handful of Sith Troopers had made it through, the air-tight tunnels that connected D3 to D4 had blown up.

All Haytham heard was an explosion... And then he was lights out again.

"Get this man a medic." Dell said, and turned away to issue orders amongst his remaining troops.

 

[Reverance]

Location: F8/F7
Objective: Do the tango (engaging jedi and their jedi ways)
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Athena Heron"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Kian Karr"], [member="Dair Cotarin"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIvSXocE6YY​

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The biot and the weapon craved the bite, the hunger overwhelming and unhindered, yet wounded by the noncommittal form of the Makashi practitioner. Testing the waters required the plunge but thankfully for Gabriel, he had a swimming partner to help temper the waves. And what an odd notion that was, to fight amidst her movements instead of the long pause and constant, yet ephemeral, glances. His desire for blood and vengeance and the ruination of the weak was far too great to succumb to his desire to fold into the pain her movement promised, yet the thirst was still there. But now wasn't the time for such habitual satiation of impulse, another place...another hour.

Gabriel, as soon as the entrance of the second master became apparent, withdrew from his initial attack, the first swing missing entirely as he recoiled from a lock of his right wrist, swinging downward and across with the step back of his left foot in anticipation of the slide and swing of the attacking red head. However, it was also apparent that Matsu would make quick work of the block, attempting to smack the knelt Master with a telekinetic push. It crawled from her person like a dog, let loose with the break and a chain and riding the waves of her indifference towards the fates of these masters. That was fine, more than fine: her stoic nature amidst the flood of a fight would foil well against his battle rage. To which he now refocused, stepping to the right and preventing his own complete downward swipe towards the entangled Matsu and Korr. He would push the attack back out from his chest with the aid of his left hand, thrusting the blade in an horizontal arch, from his left to right, towards the right side of Kian, looking to cut him in half across the waist. The wrath would follow such an attack with an anchored force push from the palm of his left hand, looking to send Kian sliding away. If successful, he would follow and continue his assault.

Forces: 280 Legion Yun'Do vong
Location: F7/F8
Opponents: Pubs

 

[NPC Units]

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


Steve snapped out his blue blade, and began deflecting the incoming fire from the stealth ships. He was able to redirect a a shot back into the intake port of one ship and send it tilting into another to take them down. When Steve saw the attack, he moved in towards his master as the squad of assassins charged ahead. He would meet one head on, literally. He luanched forward like a missile and slammed his rock hard noggin into the dome piece of one Assassin. Pressing off the shattered face of the Sith, Steve rebounded at another bringing his blade to bare as he aimed to thrust it into the chest of the man. Determination dotted the face of the Milenici Jedi as he began his first battle with a knockout. These Sith were vile creatures that needed to be stopped.

Steve would do everyrhing in his power to complete the mission and send the Sith home in bags. Steve hoped that his Master would fare well until the assassins and ships were delt with. He could only guess the troopers with Master would be firing on the ships.

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

The droid units would follow their little yellow commander into the fray with energy swords in one and the sonic blasters spitting deadly wub wubs at the Sith assassins. They were built for this occasion exactly, to combat the Sithspawn and their hordes of demons. The Sonic wubs would be near impossible to deflect with a lightsaber and would cause the assassins to break off their head on assault.

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Location: Moving from C1 to C2
Objective: Halt the enemy advance
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] - [member="Tmoxin Temi"] - [member="Greta Kohler"]

https://soundcloud.com/twelvefootninja/twelve-foot-ninja-deluge​

For a half hour Varus and his units remained in one of the far west corridors, posted up and prepared for an all out bloodbath that would never come. The forces that he'd foreseen with force enhanced vision were moving to the east, likely culminating in the center of the facility for a powerhouse attack. That was fine with Varus, considering they were on home turf. The Sith wouldn't have the advantage by collaborating their forces in the middle of the facility so that the Republic could attack them from all sides. After all, they were in a droid manufacturing facility. They had immersed themselves in a war factory, and the machines hand't stopped churning out their products. That meant that the longer this took, the higher the odds stacked against them.

This move by the portion of Sith Varus had prepared to stand against worked to his forces advantage as well. If they moved off to the east, the Sith would run into their own kind which were currently engaging the Republic forces there. That would allow Varus to sweep around behind them and close off any would be retreat route, which could end up being a valuable asset later on in the battle. Choke points and funneling the enemy where you wanted them to go was an invaluable strategy, and it wasn't only effective in games of strategy. The game of war was Varus' game, which was why he wasted no time making his next move.

"Move anything that isn't bolted or welded down and use it to seal this corridor.", Varus said, which was met with immediate response as soldiers began pulling and pushing large metal crates, tables, benches, desks and anything else they could find. They stacked everything as high as they could, taking care to wedge everything in tightly from wall to wall. "Now, close the emergency blast doors to this sector and move.", he said, one of the Commandos moving to a control panel to key in an emergency command. When he did, the corridor immediately sealed with a massive blast door that would hold anyone back at least for a short time who tried to flank his forces.

"Move to the sector to the east and keep tabs on the enemy force that just changed course. When we arrive stack up and be prepared for a fight. I want two scouts to advance to the South once we reach C2 and send reports on the movements of the Sith forces moving through D2.", he said, only hearing 'Yes Sir' from the Commando Officers leading his units. "Let's go. We don't have any time to waste.", he said as he moved off to the east followed by the EMBU and YVH-2 droids.




Location: C2
Forces: 200 - 10 YVH-2 Droids - 10 EMBU Droids - 40 Republic Snipers - 5 Republic Commandos(Officers) - 135 Standard Republic Soldiers
Opponents: The One Sith

 

[Kana Truden]

Location: C4
Objective: Get butt kicked and try to have fun
Allies: Republic ([member="Damian Starchaser"] )
Enemies: [member="Vrag"], technically also [member="Darth Vornskr"] and @Khallesh

There he went with the security forces. No, Kana hadn’t seen the boy do anything stupid yet but a Master had to worry. She had to worry, it just was a bit of who she was and not that she had any reason to think he would do anything stupid, but if her own record was anything to go by it was just fair to assume the boy could end up doing something he would live to regret.

Kana always did when it came to the end of these things.

She followed her Padawan and his security force before deciding to go solo. She turned to her right and away from the others and Damian. Staircases riddled her path as level for level she reached a middle plane. Stepping into the room she gave the room a lookover. What was this? A walkway factory? The busy conveyor belts below and the humming pipelines above. For a place without any visible workers the droids did an admirable job at keeping the place going.

Continuing her stride out on the wide platform she kept her eyes peeled and senses at maximum overdrive. If there was one thing she had learned oh so long ago it was that the Sith didn’t wait before striking. Not by long anyway, and when they did, you felt it.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location : West side of F7
Objective: Hold the damn line
Allies: [member="Dair Cotarin"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Ryan Korr"]
Enemies: One Eye, No Arms, and Feather Face [member="Reverance"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Athena Heron"]

Forces: 86 Marines, in deliberate defence position aimed to draw Vong forces into a kill zone. 14 YVH2.
Location: Western side of F7 near next corridor.
Objective: Second echelon of defence, or protection against flanking

Voidstalker would have preferred to hold the line. To kneel shoulder to shoulder with his men and hold back the tide of monsters from a distance. But that wasn’t his duty any more. Dair had pointed out another Sith hanging back from the main fight and it was their place to step forth and take the fight to the enemy.

Even with his limited training he could feel the ripples through the Force as the Masters of the light and dark sides clashed. Sabers buzzed and crackled as they skipped off each other, as the masters moved at speeds he could barely comprehend, yet with grace and balance he could only envy. Jacen swallowed down the lump in his throat and followed in Dair’s wake.

He thumbed his saber to life with a snap-hiss. It elicited an immediate response in the nearest Yuuzhan Vong warriors. Far from giving them pause, the largest near them literally shoved a subordinate to the ground and charged. Up close the beast was a terrifying sight. It stood near seven feet in height, with broad shoulders further accentuated by its strange carapace armour. The flesh from its face was peeled back in several places and pinned down by ornamental pins, revealing the milky white bone of its skull beneath.

It swung its great staff, and Jacen barely moved to block. Yet as the organic weapon came at him, it transitioned from a solid staff, to a fluid whip. The shock reverberated up his arms as a streak of pain, but at least he made contact. As the creature snapped back, some of its length caught his bracer. The snake-like weapon gouged a deep gash through the duraplast as if it was butter.

The Yuuzhan Vong stepped back and altered its stance, grinning madly as it started to circle him. The damned thing actually enjoys this, Jacen thought. He imagined that the vicious creature would rather be in no other place, than testing itself in combat right here. Jacen could think of many, many places he’d rather be than here.

And that was why he had to make a stand against the tide.

Everything he knew, everything he held dear. The civilisation he knew, its culture, even his family. All of it was at risk from the constant advance of the One Sith and their Yuuzhan Vong horde. If they didn’t stem the tide everything was lost. It was fine that he wanted to be elsewhere. It meant he wasn’t like them. It meant there was something worth fighting for.

With that realisation came a wave of calm. Muscle memory kicked in and he realigned his stance. His eyes noticed the Yuuzhan Vong placing its feet and adjusted his own balance without even bothering his conscious mind. As the Yuuzhan vong crossed its legs as it circled him, he launched forward without pause. Using the Force to augment his own speed he stabbed straight for the lower abdomen, causing the creature to bring the staff across its own body in a hasty block.

Voidstalked pressed on, shifting his weight to the right and slashing for the exposed shoulder. The creature blocked and tried to swing again, but he’d already moved and parried to blow effortlessly. Stepping in even closer, putting the snapping head of the amphistaff out wide, he stabbed up. His blade came in under the beast’s jaw and sunk easily into its skull. It dropped in a heartbeat, as if a doll whose strings had been cut.

The padawan turned and immediately had to cut a thud bug out of the air. Another warrior charged, but he stepped nimbly to the side. A wide low sweep caught the unbalanced Vong at the chest, but the saber failed to penetrate the chitinous hide. He pivoted on his trailing leg, a second blow to the back of the neck downed the creature.

He followed after Dair, the next warrior brought down by a near point-blank shot from his handcannon. The monster hadn't been expecting that. I’ve got your back, he called telepathically.

 

[Kaili Talith]

Location: D6
Objective: Oh no! The Kha’Merron!
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"], [member="Hylocereus"], [member="Kira Talith"] (NPC’d), [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Laura Na'Varro"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ayra"], technically also Uncle [member="Cameron Centurion"].

Water filled by her feet and steadily built up to submerge her entire foot in water. With the luck of wearing boots running high she turned the hose off as the grenade hit her invisible little barrier. Her every breath echoing in the confined space. Was she really that tired, or was it fear? To be fair it was most likely both.

And the familiar knot in her stomach didn’t help. It was almost as if.

“The Kha’Merron...” Kaili looked to her uncle who had taken a spot in the background. “No.”

Subconciously she began backing off. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust the guy, he was family after all, sorta, but... No, his presence always made her uneasy. One step back, two steps back and then it happened. She ran out of counter space. With only the very tip of her boot touching ground the water she had sprayed all over the place turned against her and she slipped.

Falling backwards head first she found herself landing firmly in the lap of one of the greasy employees. In panic she got up from the ground. Why was the Kha’Merron here? No, she didn’t like this one bit.

Sprinting out of the kitchen door from which she had entered she stood still and watched as it all played out... Herbs or not she was starting to freak out. This was so not cool. She needed to get a grip, she needed to handle herself!