Invasion Bark at the Moon (OS Invasion of Telti)

[Atrace]

Location: My Ship

Allies: One Sith

Enemies: Republic

Atrace sat at the helm of his vessel he felt exposed without his brother watching his back however that was something he couldn't concern himself with now. He had bigger issues he had to deal with the republic. Atrace remembered the last Tims he fought a Jedi and oh did he remember it well he remember it well.

Atrace had already activated the Stygium Cloak his ship was equipped with "I should be able to get onto the surface without being detected now." Atrace scanned his control panel he pressed a series of buttons as the panels screeched indicating the weapons systems of his ship were primed and active. He turned to his comms system cleared his throat and said "to all sith who needs backup?"

 

[Darth Timoris]

Location: C6/D6ish
Allies: None
Enemies: Was [member="Ali Hadrix"]…now appears to be just a few droids
Objective: Play with the droids…
Theme: You got my attention then you stomped it out

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOK3ep3liFc

‘You got my attention then you stomped it out,
You're there and then you're gone, what's that all about?
You came on so strong then you backed it off,
When did you get the nerve to call it love?

You're a part of my past now,
I'm making you history.
Don't act surprised now,
Don't say you didn't see it coming.

So if you're wondering why I'm leaving,
Stop a second and count the reasons;
You don't listen, don't care, don't try.
That's the reason and this is why.

You're a part of my past now,
Nothing but a memory.
I sent you to the lost and found,
Don't say you didn't see it coming.

So if you're wondering why I'm leaving,
Stop a second and count the reasons;
You don't listen, don't care, don't try.
That's the reason and this is why.’

Her first strike was successful in terms of contact but appeared to have zero actual effect. The second fared a little better and she was sure she’d managed to at least impair its speed and movement.

She was keenly aware she had four of these droids to deal with now and her main protagonist appeared to be mimicking some old military adage of fire and forget. No sooner had she let loose eight shots than she was on the move. Melori was getting mad now. She'd found a worthy opponent and then the woman bugged out.

That was not, however, to downplay the four droids she’d been left with, or the incoming projectiles.

One bullet is easy to dodge with her martial arts training. Really easy. Four or five? A challenge. Eight is pushing it. All of which is set against a context of having nothing else to focus on – which of course was not the case here. Her actions in response were not born of clever calculations or mental agility but rather instinct. Intuition delivered from repetition.

She couldn’t say which was more lethal, the bullets or the droids – in truth it was a two-way tie. She deactivated her saber and bobbed and weaved with amazing speed – to a non-Force sensitive, it would quite literally appear a blur. She was keen to avoid the projectiles but also the clutches of the droid.

She had partial success. The droid came up empty and six of the bullets missed – but two embedded in her left thigh. The pain was intense but she’d spent her time as a Sith building up a high tolerance and the suffering simply fuelled her Dark-sided power. But her manoeuvrability would be severely hampered.

But at least now she could focus on the droids. There were four of them and like her regular sparring ‘partners’ they were programmed to kill. A mistake against any one of them would be fatal. But then, she did not make mistakes.

She didn’t recognise these models but they were clearly top-of-the-line, and all armed. Usually she worked with different models, and named them accordingly.

The Sith Acolyte stood as the four droids circled her. Her breathing was slightly ragged, her heartbeat though, was even and slow. She was aware of her body's reactions to the danger – and in control.

Two of the droids – Huey and Dewey, she had silently named them – were within her reach. The other two – Louie and Phooey – were not, and had moved behind her. It did not matter; through her awareness of the Force she could sense their movements as plainly as if she had eyes in the back of her head.

She raised her weapon again, the double-bladed lightsaber, and triggered the power control. Twin lances of pure energy boiled forth, hissing and crackling in crimson loops that began and ended at the two flux apertures on either end of the device.

 

[Beowoof]

Location: B2
Objective: Determine objective.
Allies:[member="Catherine Soja"], [member="Kaia Vullen"], [member="Travot Ravenna"], and probably [member="Varus Shatterstar"]
Enemies: The Big Bad Sith


"I'm Taci," she volunteered, withdrawing her hand from her pistol as it seemed that she was in good company for now. A decent-sized group was gathered here all of the sudden, and the twi'lek ranger felt like it might be possible they could take on whoever might show their ugly darksided mug. "Are we all newbies at this?"

Yet another presence brushed by the end of the hallway to the south, and Tacitanya took a quick glance--as if she could actually see whoever it might be. The person was only 'withing range' for a moment, indicating that they were in a hurry to get somewhere. "I think... something bad is about to go down very near..." Should they assist?

She began tiptoeing down the corridor, but made sure not to leave the group behind. Strength in numbers was never something to be taken for granted in her experience.

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: A8
Objective: Fight!
Allies: OS, the Force
Enemies: [member="Phylis Alince"]

The green blade of plasma revealed Master Alince to be more oriented on the Force, provided the woman counted herself among the traditionalists. As far as Veles understood, the Jedi Order did not require its members to wield blades whose colours reflected the user’s specialization. Another thing immediately catching Avreet’s orbs was the stance of the Jedi Master, pointing either towards the third or fifth form of lightsaber combat. Only time would tell if his assumptions were correct, the hints had to be tested first before positively identifying his opponent’s abilities and way of fighting. She must have recognized his Makashi though, there was no doubt about it; holding his lightsaber like that in one hand, Avreet practically told it to the woman, also revealing the two greatest advantages of the form; one free hand and superior reach. The latter’s been swiftly demonstrated as the Mon Cal liften his left hand, raising the blade with it. No longer had it pointed safely at the floor; the searing tip of his lightsaber now aimed at the Jedi Master’s chest, waiting for Avreet to take a step or two forward and get close enough to attack.

Instead of going for it then and there, the Sith Lord started to slowly pace around the woman, careful and sure steps carrying him in a circle, much like a predator waiting for the right opportunity to strike. Avreet’s right hand remained hanging freely for now, seemingly passive – though it would undoubtedly come into play sooner or later. Eye contact was important as well; with the Force, the Sith did not need to look around as much as beings without the mysterious gift, thus he could focus on keeping his hypnotizing gaze locked with that of the Jedi, the large amber eyes of the amphibian never breaking away to as much as glance at the rest of Phylis’ body language. Obviously, he wished to distract her; he wanted her eyes to focus on his own, find certainty in that sight, provoke her with the uncertainty of his attack that could come any moment or perhaps never. Even his outstretched hand holding the lightsaber was meant to confuse the Jedi and choose her response to his inevitable strike poorly. It pointed at the centre of her chest; the Mon Cal actually had no intention of striking there, rather mentally choosing her hands and legs as suitable targets.

One long step, a sudden lunge, and he was upon her, attacking her while keeping her at bay at the same time. Instead of going through with the suggested attack and attempting to stab the woman in the chest, Veles slightly retracted his hand with the lightsaber, only to immediately stab forward – a slight movement of his wrist significantly changed the angle of his attack, aiming the almost loving jab towards the woman’s lightsaber hilt.

 

[Vrag]

Location: C4
Objective: Kick Jedi butt
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Khallesh"]
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"]​

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Spoiler: NPC

Location: C4
Forces: 300 Yuuzhan Vong of Legion Yun'Do [280 in the room, 20 in the corridors]
Opponents: The Republic​

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

Nothing ever goes as smoothly as you want it to, in the end, war the least of all things. Instead of rolling over like good boys and girls, the defending force of Telti decided to put up a fight despite being at a clear disadvantage. Some casually trained, part-time guards facing either disciplined, veteran troops or blood-hungry beasts that lived for battle; didn't take a strategic genius to figure out how that was going to end.

Still, she wasn't here to lament the inherent stupidity of people — that would easily take several lifetimes — but rather to crush those few that could present meaningful opposition.

With a long sigh, the Hand of the Dark Lord shifted in the shadows, her armor-clad form blending easily with the dark hues of the metal structures around her. Her presence in the Force was dimmed thanks to the Vonduun clinging to her body, choking her own perception in turn; a good thing, then, that Vrag had never much relied on the supernatural sense. The filter in her helmet was doing just fine, as the next few seconds clearly served to prove.

A sole white silhouette moved amid the fifty shades of gray constituting her view, away from the bulk of the fighting below, where the Republic forces were soon going to realize just how bad an idea it was to go up against a horde of Vong. With the newly minted Commander joining the fray — yes, that same Khallesh of Domain Val that Vrag had been ready to gut in that unnamed grashal upon Selvaris —the odds stacked against the defenders were looking more impossible by the second.

Well, that's what you get for challenging the war machine.

A cold smirk curled her mouth as she adjusted her grip on the hilt of her weapon, striding above the solitary form below her. It was tantalizing, stalking after the Jedi — for the presence reeked of the Force, and she was close now — and the Sith licked her lips as her quiet stride brought her to the edge of the walkway.

It seemed almost easy, taking that next step and finding no purchase at all in the thin air of the factory, and then the firrerreo was falling, aiming to land beside — or, if she got lucky, on top — of her chosen target. Her free hand had closed into a fist, the Skerr Kyrric reeling with bloodlust as Vrag sought to deliver a punch to whatever part of the enemy her fist would find mid-fall.

 

[Kana Truden]

Location: C4
Objective: Try not to get hit
Allies: Damian and the Republic
Enemies: [member="Vrag"]

But the big empty space felt cold. In the air lingered the distinct feeling of impending pain that she had felt so many times before. She didn’t like this, not one bit. Should she head back and find Damian perhaps? It felt like a good idea but at the same time he most likely didn’t need her mother henning him as often as she already did.

She shook her head and continued her patrol. He was a grown man and she had taught him the best that she could.

Still, the feeling wouldn’t seem to go away. She paused once more as she had gotten half-way through the room paying no heed to the walkway up ahead. The feeling had grown stronger, whatever it was, it was close. Her head propped up and-

-WHAM!

A fist planted itself on her shoulder, and it planted itself good. With a pained scream she knelt to the ground before backing off as fast as she could. Who was this?! Her signature seemed near-hidden the faint trickle from before turned into a revelation, it was her! Kana raised her fists to shield her face. She could do the tango too!

Though with a swing for her opponent’s face she quickly felt a rush of a whole other emotion. Pain. Just as was to be expected. A second pained yelp called out into the dark of the foundry as her left hand came up to hold onto her slightly more uncomfortable right.

Kana took a few steps back once more and spoke up in surprise. “It’s like punching a freaking wall!”

 

[Vrag]

Location: C4
Objective: Kick Jedi butt
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Khallesh"]
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"]​

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Spoiler: NPC

Location: C4
Forces: 300 Yuuzhan Vong of Legion Yun'Do [280 in the room, 20 in the corridors]
Opponents: The Republic​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QSvkfy3ddrk​

Her fist connected, the delightful give of soft, unprotected meat exciting her living armor even more. Oh, how the Vonduun longed to tear into the flesh of the Jedi before her! Just like its owner, the Skerr Ygdris was delighted at the prospect of spilling blood again, of staring death in the eye and asking it for another dance without a hitch to its breath.

How could she not, with a partner so enticing?

When the Jedi turned around to deliver a blow of her own, Vrag couldn't help but notice she was fighting a pretty creature indeed. It would be a shame if she had to break that beautiful face in the course of their duel, but it was one of the occupational hazards in their line of work. Like it or not, doing the things they chose to do — Jedi, Sith, or whatever the feth you wanted to call yourself — meant that you were bound to get smacked around.

To some it happened often, to some less so, but none could avoid it completely.

It helped, of course, if one didn't go around punching things that clearly weren't made to be punched — at least not without some proper gear — and her foe today had chosen to do just that. Her head was knocked slightly to the side from the force of the strike, causing more annoyance than damage in the long run.

"Really," she deadpanned, thumbing the switch on her lightsaber. The red blade burst to life with its trademark hiss, coming to rest in the third guard with a small movement of her wrist. Her feet naturally found an easy stance as she regained her balance upon the walkway that was just a bit too narrow for comfort.

Without any further ado, the Sith moved forward again, advancing on the Jedi while she was still favoring her aching hand. Her arm moved first, guiding the lightsaber into an upward arc as Vrag attempted to close the distance between them with a quick balestra, putting the twist of her hips behind the strike to maximize the damage caused should the attack find its target.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

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

Location: E5
Forces: 285 Republic Troopers
Opponents: The One Sith
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AqnCSdkjQ0​

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I didn't wanna go another round ​

An angry man's power will shut you up ​

Trip wires fill this house with tip-toed love ​

Run out of excuses for everyone ​

So here I am and I will not run​

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The assassins that accompanied Krest were eager enough to jump into the fray with the troops that had accompanied Sera. Though the ships firing was indeed unexpected. The majority of the force would focus fire on the dropships while the rest engaged the Sith forces on the ground. That battle would wage on in the background, with the Jedi paying little attention to that, as she had her own target to focus on. She was certain that Krest would ensure that their fight went uninterrupted, though she hadn't expected [member="Steve"] to engage the band of assassins himself when they had substantial forces to back them up. She would call out for him, though it appeared that he had already jumped out and away from her, and only a single moment would pass before [member="Darth Ferus"] moved to engage her in a violent burst.

First came the blast of energy, a tell-tale sign of what would come from behind that. Her left hand, with green saber in hand would extend, finger tapping the activator to silence the blade while she drew in and released a wealth of energy in the form of a forward facing Force Barrier that would disperse that which was directed toward her in that instant before collapsing as the Zabrak entered reach. His golden blade would find its way to her purple saber. A flash of bright light illuminated the immediate area between the two, the opposing blades hissing back and forth as they were forced against each other.

With the barrier down her left hand re-activated her green blade, making a single wide swing towards his abdomen to force the red man into diverting his full force away from her one blade and free herself to engage with both of her weapons. She was familiar with him, just as he was with her. This would surely be an intriguing fight between two masters, and potentially a Padawan, if Steve made his way back to her. Though this time there was no running away.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: A4, Going to B4
Objective: Find someone to Play with Me
Allies: [member="Ciara Jevnaker"]
Enemies: Ernybody

The Jedi sprinted ahead, leaving the rest of us behind. I didn't know whether she was scouting or following some premonition, but what I did know was there was a fight going on elsewhere, and me and the boys needed to get stuck in before too long if we were gonna make a difference. "Alright, head to the next section asap. I think we can get set up there or push through to the fighting if we need to." I called to the soldiers following me. They hopped to quickly and with trained precision. Once we finally arrived at the battle we could make a difference, possibly even kill some folks, but we weren't doing that here, and this scene wasn't looking so hot anymore.

The Soldiers filed into the corridor, jogging through the passages in squads, moving into the next room, fanning out quickly and scanning it for enemies before moving from cover to cover as they approached the sounds of battle.

Location: A4, Moving to B4
Forces: 100 Republic Soldiers (Blasters,Modification 1:3, Helmets, Armor)
Objective: Kill, Maim, Burn the Sith

 

[Komo]

Location: D2
Objective: Prepare for Assault
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Enemies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"]

Greta was glad to be back with the commander. Now that their forces were more or less heading towards their same direction and objective, they could focus on the subject at hand. Wrecking havoc in Republic territory. There's no time like the present.

Intelligence was gathered that there were sightings of the enemy up ahead, but that was to be expected. The Republic wasn't just going to let them waltz into the factory and shut it down just like that. She reckoned that they would fight tooth and nail to defend the facility, and if the Republic expected anything less than that of them, they would find themselves sorely mistaken. Judging from what she knows about Republic battlefield tactics, she was sure that there would be at least one Jedi Knight or Master commanding the defence of the factory. If luck smiled onto them, they would face a knight instead of a master. Fights with force users tend to go south really fast, and there was hardly anything she could do to defeat a Jedi one on one. Yet.

She was sure she would find one eventually. Strategy and tactics were essential.

Any commander worth his salt would seek to protect his flanks and send scouts out to reconnoitre the area. Knowing that time was critical, she had already sent ahead a small team of Storm Commandos to scout the region ahead near sector C2. The scouting force was big enough to be effective yet small enough to remain undetected, unless the enemy knew exactly what they were looking for and where. Reports of heavy armed enemy movement were reported in the region, confirming the enemy presence Commander Temi mentioned earlier.

Greta mulled over the fact that the defenders would have the aid of assault droids, while they had none. Pushing the negativity away, she thought to herself, it matters not, they had loyal well-trained troops who were willing to fight and die if needed. Courage and Valour would win this day, and the Empire would emerge from the flames like an ascending phoenix.

They were in for a hell of a fight. She wouldn't have it any other way.

Bring it on, she would say.

Droids don't scare her.


Location: D2
Forces: 60-4 =56 (4 sent to scout)
40 Blood Monarchs 16 Storm Commandos (4 sent to scout)
Objective: Prepare for assault, scouting.

 

[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=AibtyCAhyQE​

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From stealth to Shields the ships went, but that took time. Precious seconds that ended with two of the ships bursting into flame and crashing below. However, due to the small amount of Sith to the large about of Republic troops, the casualty rate from these exploding husks would still be in the Sith's favor. Steve would find his first attack quick and easy, having taken the newer Assassin by surprise, but the others had spread out all around the hanger. They were quick to separate, working on their own with the cover fire from the remaining ships above.​

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As the droids came into the picture however, they would quickly learn that the Assassins were not Sithspawn or Vong, and with their numbers spread out in the crowds of Soldiers they ran the risk of harming their own.​

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But all of this was just background noise to the Sith Lord. They're job was to distract the masses and allow him to focus on the pink master herself. As his blade smacked against hers, he didn't stop pressing forward. Rather, as she ignited her secondary blade he jumped. His red form, still going with his initial charge, sprung up over hers. He would keep his golden blade pressed against her own with his right arm, but the attention of the Zabrak was more on his left.​

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His left flesh hand was up by his face as he began the leap, and right above her head the red fist would swing down. His intention, to punch the back of her head. But it was more than that. Just like their first meeting the punch would be empowered by a quick blast of the Force, intending to blow her forward while he landed behind her. Right after the punch his body would twist, allowing him to face his foe upon landing on his feet, watchful of the effect his attack may of had.​

 

[Kana Truden]

Location: C4
Objective: Kick Sith butt
Allies: Damian and the Republic
Enemies: [member="Vrag"]

Eyes widening in surprise the Jedi Master dropped on her back. With her hand crying out in unpleasant surprise she caught the fall and turned it into a roll that only just narrowly caused the saber to miss her. Reaching for her own saber the hand continued its complaining. She softened her grip, she knew better for what it was worth it seemed to make things feel better.

“Really.” She finally retorted.

With the flick of a switch the second snap-hiss emanated around them and a blue energy beam provided the two combatants with a second layer of the all familiar hum. Keeping her saber in one hand she pointed it to the ground. The next few moments would determine whether Kana truly belonged on the battlefield anymore or if the saber would be shelved.

Not that either felt very likely.

With as much precision as the Master could muster she thrust her blade for the woman’s left shoulder before promptly redirecting it for her right leg. Her grip was firm, her hand calming itself down. A small measure of confidence was to be picked up and without further ado she backed off again.

There was no need for words though. The chances that her opponent would listen felt more than just slim.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Objective: sacrifices for the Goddess - be carach's shield
Location: b2
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: [member="Tacitanya"] [member="Kaia Vullen"] [member="Travot Ravenna"] [member="Catherine Soja"]


The snap hiss of a yorrik coral saber would cut the silence of the padawan pack.

A bright violet hue would bathe an amethyst glow over the dark crab armor of the petite Sith Lord. Around her waist, a living coil belt of a hydrastaff treated with the boffer worm would slither.

Beside her, Darth Carach stood. Both would breathe in the Power of the Darkside, letting it deep into blood, sinew, and bone until the very essence would saturate like a putrid miasma. Darth Nephthys would build up her power, concentrating, letting it saturate her entire being for what was to come.

Under her gnullith mask, the Crimson eyed vahla would give a sinister smile.

For the Goddess.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

Location: F8, heading for E8
Objective: Reinforcements
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Athena"] [member="Sitara Qin"]
Enemies: [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Dair Cotarin"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Forces: 100 stormtroopers
Location: F8, heading for E8
Objective: Preparing to reinforce Reverance's Legion Yun'Do Yuuzhan Vong, the long way around

Parash's mood was beyond foul. Once or twice today, he'd considered taking one of the vials of doped Equivox at his belt. That would have compounded his problems immeasureably, but not the ones that infuriated him right now. On the plus side, if he could just focus, maybe this Force thing would go well for once. His Force presence was twisted and unnatural, and there was a reason for that: he hadn't been born Force-sensitive. Blame Desann.

The connection from F8 to F7 was a choked mess of Yuuzhan Vong, Republic troopers, elite battle droids and lightsabres. At a guess, the Sith had the advantage, but it wasn't a sure thing from this perspective. Stray fire whirled through the connector above the horde's heads -- electrorays and blaster cannon shots, mainly. Parash signaled his troopers to keep to cover for the moment, until the Vong carved out a beachhead in F7.

For his own part, the Force was weak enough with him that he had few options. There had been a time when he could have reworked the battlefield with careful application of science, but Darth Parash was not supposed to have access to that kind of technological expertise. That didn't mean he couldn't find a solution, though.

He considered his options. Vong command structures didn't look too accommodating of a hundred stormtroopers. By the map, a long run to the northwest, then the south, would put him behind the Republic position. That was six full segments, each one of which might be holding an obstacle of this magnitude. Unwilling to trust the Force for something like this, he examined his bulky Silk Scanpack's readouts. Powerful lifesigns monitors found nothing, motion sensors found nothing, power signature sensors found nothing -- at least not along that vector, not til the end. Up by D6, a lot seemed to be going on, and D6 was a necessary link. With his limited Force-speed abilities, and lacking a jetpack or something similar, getting around the loop quickly wasn't much of an option even without factoring in the D6 blockage. Better than diving into the meat grinder? Probably.

He switched the Scanpack to comms intercept/decrypt in the direction of D6. One transmission link -- encrypted at a higher level than the Scanpack could break quickly. No military-unit-level chatter to be found. At a guess, that meant a Jedi/Sith fight, or at least autonomous individuals. The energy signature was consistent with multiple lightsabres and a...restaurant. Double-time might get him and his men there, through, and around fast enough to make a difference...maybe.

Perfect.

With a brisk nod, Parash started jogging northwest, his plastoid-clad associates in tow.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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

[NPC: 300 Royal Guards, in transition. Not currently on the scene.]

They had fought together in every major battle against the Republic. Alderaan, Teta, Manaan, Kashyyyk, Prakith, every battle had been hard fought with sacrifices given out freely for the glory of the vision of the Dark Lord. In those battles they had learned to fight with each other, using each other’s strengths and making up for each other’s weaknesses.

Darkness gathered up around them, a slight hum in the air which vibrated noticeably, one was the vessel of the Eye and the other had channeled the power of the Dark Lord.

They were power.

Carach’s hand raised itself, palm aimed forward and the Voice of the Dark Lord… hummed. Perhaps it was the Darkside that was finally getting to him, perhaps he was simply enjoying himself in his favorite pastime, maybe… just maybe it was a focus and incantation for his powers.

But what they would know was that the Force was gathering around those two Sith Lords and that soon things would happen.

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Location: Just miraculously got to b4, unhindered and everything
Allies: The one true Sith
Enemies: The Lie of democracy and [member="Draco Vereen"]

Harley wearing her hide armour, fought her way forward towards the republic lines. The fight had been tough, but when was never tough going against the republic. At her back was what remained of her battalion of over three hundred men, know there was little left of it just mere hundred or so. She finally goto her objective, there was some more republic troops. The leader of them was obvious, he was tall brutish looking man. She smiled, and thought he was no match for the darkside. She looked from head to toe, maybe he be fool he to accept a challenge from her. If he said, he like a coward of front of his soldier. If he said Yes, when she cut him down his death would sound of retreat to his soldiers.

She shouted at him, Oi, then lowered her voice oi pudding fancy trying take me on by yourself. She lite up both her blades, and began to focus inwards, so she could move fast, her muscle began to swell with the force. She was getting herself ready, to run and jump at him. As she was practiced in ataru, fast and aggressive form of the force. This was enhanced by her armour, as she had little to fear from force powers with it on. She stood there grinning at him, with slight manic twitch waiting for his answer. So she could leap at him, and bring the hulking man down to his knees.........

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: B4
Objective: Beat up [member="Harley"]
Allies: None right this moment
Enemies: [member="Harley"]

I saw the little sith girl approach, she was looking for a fight. I wasn't sure why she would want to from the look of her, but some chicks are just crazy, fighting way over their weight class. "Aye, but when your bleeding and broken, don't go crying." I said, waving off my troopers. They hustled to secure the section of the factory, setting up improvised defenses and cover around entrances and taking positions in scaffolding and rafters to ward off any other attackers that might come in. They set up in fire teams of four, with overlapping fields of fire and kill zones, able to support each other if need be.

"Looks like its just you and me," I told the Sith Girl, shame I thought, she's still young. Throwing down my rifle, I snap drew my pistols in a flash, one set for slugs the other for blasters bolts. Lets see how she likes these, I thought, popping off rounds with both pistols at her...

Location: B4
Objective: Secure and hold the section of the Factory
Forces: (Blasters, Modification 1:3, Helmets, Armor)

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Location: b4
Objective: Kill a republic officer
Music: hehe
Allies: The one true Sith
Enemies: The Lie of democracy and [member="Draco Vereen"]

She smiled as he said "Aye, but when your bleeding and broken, don't go crying." his men began t take up defensive positions. Smart move she thought to herself, but she knew some of her troops had disruptor cannons and those defence if she won would be made short work of them. She began to run towards him, she fast as lightning. Then the man said "Looks like its just you and me," she grinned he would not be here for long. He then threw down his rifle, and pull out a blaster pistol. and let lose some shots at her. She dodged two of them, one just glanced her arm, the shot only skimmed her armour. Not actually cutting her, but she smelt the burn of the terentateks hide as it hit her nostrils. He was about to pay for that as she leapt up, and span her arms out trying to use her blades to remove his head, from his shoulders......

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: B4
Objective: Beat up [member="Harley"]
Allies: None right this moment
Enemies: [member="Harley"]
Music: Lulz

She closed in fast, taking a few rounds on the way in. I wasn't exactly sure what she was planning, but it made little difference. At this close quarters range she was in for quite a few treats most people didn't expect. She leapt up, spinning her arms to catch me with a lightsaber strike to the neck. With my left hand I simple reached up, taking a guard position, pistol still in hand. The lightsaber would connect with the beskar gauntlet, taking paint and leaving a burn mark, nothing too fancy. I steadied, taking a peek-a-boo stance on the balls of my feet. I was going to have to do a lot of dancing around here in a second.

With my right hand however I brought it to bear on the little girl. Shame, she had a pretty face. A flick of the thumb and a flinch of a finger sent a Dragon's Breath round erupting in her direction. If she didn't dodge she would catch a load of white hot magnesium shards to the body, and they wouldn't go out anytime soon... But that was if she didn't do something or her Force Powers didn't warn her first, either way, she was in for a nasty little surprise.

Location: B4
Objective: Secure and hold the section of the Factory
Forces: (Blasters, Modification 1:3, Helmets, Armor)

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Location: A4
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Objective: Kill and or Seduce Grandmaster

There wasn't any hesitation.

He got closer, his eyes shift, his grip on his pistol tightened, and his lips thinned. He knew a Jedi when he saw one, their lithe movements, the way they walked, the way they seemed to flow instead of simply step. It was obvious to him as he saw the woman throw off her cloak.

The Zeltron moved.

The Annihilator only really worked in close range, one of the few weaknesses the weapon had, but that didn't really matter. As soon as the Jedi half turned away from him Kiran broke into a sprint. He moved fast, light armor and little to no equipment gave him an advantage that many other soldiers lacked. He closed the distance between himself and the Jedi in no time at all.

His hand came up, and three times he pulled the trigger.

An opening salvo, nothing more.