Invasion Battle for Balance Chapter III — GA invasion of DE held Tython

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
EQUIPMENT: Iston Voronwe's Saber, Mother's Lightsaber Crystal Necklace
TAGS: Anneliese Kaohal | Roman Vossari | Casaana | Thurion Heavenshield

The hits just kept coming. It seemed like no matter what they did, nothing really changed out there. Sure, they'd taken out a few of the big leviathan's, and by they he meant people other than him, but there were still a ton of Sith soldiers all around them, and other creatures. They were pushing ahead, but that giant red light, and the lightning it was spawning, was going to cause a problem, especially as it crashed down into soldiers and other Jedi alike. It was pure madness.

He felt a tingle calling towards him and used the Force to activate the shield on his arm. It sprang to life and he lifted it just in time as a bolt of red lightning sliced out of the sky above and directly into it. The ferocity of the bolt slammed him to the ground on his back, leaving only the energy shield between him and certain death, and just barely doing so. He held on for as long as he could, the red lightning pushing him into the trampled ground. Even the Force was barely enough to contain it.

Though it seemed like forever, the strike lasted only the blink of an eye. Caelan lay on the ground, completely frazzled by it and feeling an extreme lack of energy. Even climbing out of the dirt seemed like a monumental task at the moment. His body just couldn't take anymore.

"I think... I think I'm done," he said to none of them in particular. "I can't get up."

He tried. He really did. His legs felt like jello and his arm, the one he could actually feel, was a limp noodle. Even if he got up, he couldn't go any further. Everyone had their limitations and he'd reached his. He wanted to help. He really wanted to protect Annie, be strong for her, fight with the others, win the day. Strength, however, had its limits and there was no pushing past that for him. He wasn't strong enough, yet. He needed more training, more time in practice.

He really never should have come to Tython.

 

[Rackham]

B A T T L E_F O R_B A L A N C E
Chapter III : Bogan

DARK EMPIRE
TYTHON, DEEP CORE

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Spoiler: Rackham's Fleet

Main Fleet INV Thunderer INV Malice INV Vindicator

Starfighter Compliment [Partially Deployed] TIE Brutes [48/48] TIE Destroyers [15/24]

As the TIE Destroyers circled around to attack the retreating artillery walkers, they were suddenly attacked by two pairs of Alliance X-Wings who sored through the skies of the moon of Bogan who unleashed a powerful barrage of laser canon fire upon them taking out 4 more TIE Destroyers in their initial attack. Immediately in response to the sudden attack, all of the TIE Destroyers shunted the power to their shields while a smaller group of 4 TIE Destroyers moved in to engage with the X-Wings, their power still shunted to their shields. While they would be at a disadvantage with reduced firepower and lower speeds they would be able to last longer against those X-Wings and provide further cover the TIE Destroyers to move in against the retreating walker.

While the four TIE Destroyers moved in to engage with the four X-Wing, the pilots began to coordinate with one another, splitting up into pairs as they covered each other's back. With the X-Wings being faster then them in their current state, their current plan was to absorb enemy attacks that came from their blind spots (From above and below, and from the flanks) while using their frontal and rear based weapons to prevent any direct attacks from either direction. In addition, despite having suffered from a reduction of speed, the TIE Destroyers were still as maneuverable as the X-Wings and would be able to catch up with every maneuver the X-Wings would make. This would severely limit the X-Wings ability to take them out swiftly while also giving the TIE Destroyers more windows of opportunity to unleash their heavy firepower upon the X-Wings in order to secure total victory over the skies of Bogan.

Meanwhile from the INV Thunderer now located far away from the range of the enemy's ground-based Anti-Capital Ship walkers. Colonel Rackham watched as the 30 Y-Wings descended from the skies and began attacking the Imperial forces below, attacking Imperial formations all across the battlefield in order to give the Alliance an advantage to further push against the Empire on the planet. However this move would not be one without retaliation as Rackham was unwilling to let the Alliance secure the skies to further push back Imperial forces across the moon of Tython. "Instruct the Vindicator to deploy it's entire compliment of TIE Brutes to handle those Y-Wings. We must secure the skies of Bogan and repell the Alliance's desperate assault against us" Rackham continued.

As instructed, wave after wave of starfighter squadrons from the Vindicator emerged from the hangar of the Imperial carrier with a total of 48 TIE Brutes quickly moving out and soon splitting up in order to deal with the individual groups of Y-Wings that continued to launch bombing runs against Imperial positions all across the planet. With their speed and considerable firepower, the TIE Brutes hoped to quickly catch the Y-Wings off-guard and annihilate them through a combination of speed, expert maneuvering and overwhelming firepower in order to pick the enemy Y-Wings one by one in order to once more re-assert Imperial air supremacy over the skies of Bogan.

At the same time, the TIE Destroyers having lost another 2 more TIEs from the anti-air batteries of the retreating Artillery Walkers finally managed to come around now moving forth to close in begin yet another approach towards the retreating walkers with their power shunted to the shields in order to allow them to absorb attacks from enemy missiles and bombs. Before long, the remaining 11 TIE Destroyers would make their way towards the retreating Artillery Walkers and in the same fashion as before hand during their first raid, they unleashed yet another volley of concussion missiles and sonic missiles, concentrating their fire at the legs of the remaining four Artillery Walkers hoping that this strike would be enough to finish them in a decisive manner.

[Friendlies] | Saa Montemar
[Hostiles] | Gress D'ran ​

 

[Keilara Kala'myr]

Tribal Matriarch of the Scar Hounds Tribe

Information

Objective: Defeat the GA
Location: Ground, Bogan, Tython system
Equipment: Light Armour | Wardress | 2x Riftblades | Promise of Freedom | Ring of Wishes and Dreams || OPBC-01m
Friends: Thomas Barran | Saa Montemar | Detritus Ren | Sid Berik | Rackham | Phoenix Kasari | Open
Enemies: Connel Vanagor | Roman Vossari | Ryana mina | Gress D'ran | Aiden Porte | Ko Vuto | Casaana | Minerva Fhirdiad | Naxa Zalita | Noah Corek Jr. | Caelan Valoren | Samuel Creed | Zark San Tekka | Open

"Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
Keilara Kala'myr | Mercy | Ziare Dyarron | Freedom​

"All right, let's just get through this day. And I'm already hated by the Avatars and I'm on their list to be eaten." I told him.

I don't know which would have been the best option. Definitely not the Avatars. If it was just another personality, I could easily remedy that. Either by locking them away forever, or just separating them, possibly destroying the other, or the others. I've had practice at this; ironically, it was Asher and Kallan who were the most critical at the time, because I didn't want to harm them. I was able to save one of them when Barran mortally wounded my husband. I saved Kallan, not Asher, and it still hurt… Before them, I had a lot of failed experiments where I left behind countless brain dead or soulless individuals. Now it was professional and I could perform it at any time. But if the Avatars? I had no idea what I could do. Probably nothing, because my power and strength, even just looking at the telepathic, was nothing compared to what Eina could show.

Was I afraid? Yes; but I was not afraid of myself at that moment, but of Asher. If these really were the Avatars, or even one of them, and they could take control of Tommy at any time, they could use it to get to me or the twins. I wasn't afraid that we would be killed; I knew that there was always one or more of Valkyrja close by to rescue us and take care of our souls should we die. However, if we survived... that might be enough to lure Asher out of hiding. Even though my husband gave up the fight and put that time behind him after Tython, I was afraid that an event like this would cause him to fight again. Just to protect his family. And I didn't want that, I didn't want him to give up his dream.

Not even if one of my biggest dreams was to fight together again like we did back then…

"I didn't have those dreams. Maybe it was my mental defences that protected me, or the fact that I never believed in the Avatars as gods." I told him.

I prayed to them maybe once or twice and that was just to protect Asher. But nothing more, I never received any visions or revelations from them. For a long time, I thought they didn't exist. Finally, I nodded seriously.

"If it happens, I'll be quick and painless, you won't even be aware of what's happening." I promised him.

I was no longer worried about myself, but about Asher. He was the one who was really in danger. I know that from his point of view I probably was too, but I didn't care. I should have, I think if I fell victim to the Dark Three, he would probably be very sad. I agreed that there are a lot of things that need to be looked into if we are going to get this sorted out. Even if that "reading" mostly meant that I would have to talk to knowledgeable people at Valkyrja and maybe Children of Ashla. Probably easiest to ask Keilara to do that. Although the Nite database may also benefit from the information. I nodded at Tommy's words.

"It has to be, not for us, but for Asher... I don't want the Avatars using you, the twins or me to lure him out of his sanctuary." I told him honestly.

At that moment, something happened in space, because the HPINet satellites detected something and there was a rather big communication silence. The huge satellite that was here has been gone for a very, very long time. Now, for a moment, personal business had to be put aside, because the very existence of the Tribe was at stake.

"Tommy, the satellite that was near the portal is gone. One of the large defence "fields" that protected Bogan from possible attacks from space is gone. For the sake of the tribe, we should give up the place so that if one of them starts bombing, it only hits GA units and doesn't take us out." I told him, because I knew the DE could sacrifice the marauders, they did it more than once in Maw times…

 

[Thomas Barran]

6th Post

BATTLE FOR BALANCE
-THE COREWARD CHRONICLES-

THE_BLOODHOUND
DIVINE CHAMPION OF MOTHER REBIRTH
HEATHEN SAINT OF OUTLAWS AND ROGUES
GREAT KHAN OF THE MAWSWORN TRIBES

Tags
Friend: Detritus Ren Keilara Kala'myr Saa Montemar Sid Berik
Rackham Phoenix Kasari

Foe: Valery Noble Connel Vanagor Roman Vossari Ryana mina
Gress D'ran Aiden Porte Ko Vuto Casaana Minerva Fhirdiad
Naxa Zalita Noah Corek Jr. Caelan Valoren Samuel Creed
Zark San Tekka Thurion Heavenshield

A NEW CENTURY, A NEW TERROR IX: ON A HEATHEN'S MOON - PART 12

MOON: BOGAN,
OUTER ORBITAL SPHERE, TYTHON (902 ABY)

'Same here.... Anything that tempts Asher away from Sedes Aurea, regardless of likelihood should be considered the greatest threat of all.'
​

There was a great comfort found in the rare moment of agreement between the Khan and the Matriarch, and in the serene hope that this moment would precede more of it's sort along the way, Thomas himself couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for according on the most-important issues with each other, on concerns thast mattered more than all that beset the Maw's newest iteration. Made all the more comforting in the wake of Mercy's consent to be the one to kill him, but in that, Barran needed to clarify,'But on the - uh - execution matter, for want of a better word.... It cannot be quick, it must be a redemption by way of a Blood Eagle, though I'd understand if the irony o' that seems off-putting. After all, its not every day a brother requests that his sister be the one to rip his lungs out.', briefly hanging his head low for the shame it brought him to make such a distinction so early.

'But here's hoping it doesn't come to that.... There's no way we can know we have no chance to succeed here, not truly, an' certainly not for as long as there remains a chance o' loopholes an' safeguards bein' found along the way. If we beat the odds before, there's nothing stopping us from making miracles again.'

​

Though they were on the verge of another curse-breaking milestone, the omnipresence of war would have it's say once more, catching Mercy's attention as the southern battlefront caught Thomas' own, creating some short moments of silence between them as their holographic projections preoccupied their minds too much to consider issues of spiritual concern. The Matriarch barely had enough time to report her tide-turning findings before the low-altitude dogfight commenced in the south, but in Mercy's quickness to mention the latest and worst development, had bought time enough for the Khan to plan the dreaded withdrawal properly.

'Much obliged, Sis.... I guess the exfiltration was fast-approaching regardless, but its good to stay on track - so here goes nothing-'

<"Bloodhound to Rook! I hope you're making your way north, by the way. The shielding around the moon is gone - whatever comes next is much worse than the madness you're experiencing now!">

A NEW CENTURY, A NEW TERROR IX: ON A HEATHEN'S MOON - PART 13

BEYOND THE SHIELD DOME, MOON: BOGAN,
TYTHON (902 ABY)

ROOK DARKHAN - 6

'He's fine, Shiv! Hound Armour protects us more than you'd think - get 'im on his feet!'
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After pushing on from the north gate, the sprint for the Shield Dome would start off in haste, benefecial enough that it landed Rook's contingent a little ahead of schedule, though none in the Arkanian's company were very keen on stopping for a momentary break. The progress had been made under fire from GADF infantry, and from the moment they embarked on their fighting-retreat, the Marauders would be made to sweat and bleed for every step taken in their northward manoeuvre. Not that the Arkanian would ever mind, especially as one of the grandest proponents of growth under severe duress, but if he was to hope to enact a successful fighting-withdrawal from Bogan, Rook knew his emulation of Dreamer would need to persist a little longer.

'BLOODIED TO MOVE, TRILUNARS TO COVER - ADVAAAAAAANCE!!!!'

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Thus the next phase of the northward push commenced, pushing onwards in fire-and-manoeuvre technicality that was all quite new to their sort, but in the vital experience gained from their most-recent battles, the conservationist doctrine ensured it could also be taught to the initiate elements who joined in the wake of the Kolene Uprising. But then the pressure slowly began to wane, and to such an extreme it was impossible to ignore, but the Darkhan would be forced to send these thoughts to the back of his mind for the time-being, as the distinct, thunderous distant rumble of approaching aircraft would serve to both distract and nudge the outpost contingent away from that strange, creeping dread.

Even if only for a brief spell, it was enough to know that the GADF were withdrawing - and for reasons completely unknown to the Arkanian at the time.

'Holographics say it's enemy aircraft! What now?!'

'Shut up and listen, Forge! You hear that?!', Rook shot back, but pointing to the opposite side of the battlefront, and just as his index pointed up eastward, the notably-terrifying collective roars from the engines of Imperial aircraft. It was obvious there would be a dogfight overhead, and in recollections of the Second Great Hyperspace War, knew what that would mean for the stationary collateral standing beneath it, still every part the risk to life and limb as the foiled bombings would have been in turn. The Marauders would need to run, and fast if they were to have a hope of avoiding the worst of the wreckages above, giving the Darkhan no other option than to roar,'TO THE NORTH - RUUUUUUUN!!!!', at the top of his lungs as he sprinted towards the Mesas in the north.

'Chit, chit, chit, CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!'

What followed would be nothing short of abject mayhem, as even with all the withdrawn enemy assets considered, all the debris (of friend and foe alike) would come crashing and burning to the moon's surface, and with key fixation of activity focused above the southern battlefront specifically. Some would need to dive away from burning husks and detached debris, others from ejector-seats and even a few bombs, of primed and inactive varieties both, but the majority would need to keep moving as they were before; and for all the sensory and momentous overloads that assailed every semblance of perception they had, testing the nerve and resolve of every Marauder that pushed north with their Darkhan, Rook's ragtag collective would need to continue on as they were before.

Even if it meant further risk of being crushed, impaled or beheaded by the falling scrap-metal and ordnance, the Arkanian's doubled-contingent would need to keep moving forward - heedless of every risk that dropped from the propellant combination of explosive shockwaves and absent gravity.

'BRIIIIIIIING IIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!'

<"Bloodhound to Rook! I hope you're making your way north, by the way. The shielding around the moon is gone - whatever comes next is much worse than the madness you're experiencing now!">

<"Rook to Bloodhound! We are, but Ghoul and the Zabrak are still trapped, and we stopped leaving men behind a while ago.... I won't RTB until our Brethren are freed from the landslide rubble.">

<"Then you had best hurry the feth up, Rook! We're in serious danger here! MOVE IT!!!!">
<"Copy that, Bloodhound! We'll be back at the landing-paddocks before ya know it. Rook out!">

 

[Anneliese Kaohal]

Items: Lightsaber I Engagement Ring I Outfit X X II Equipment X X X I Theme Song I Bloodline Tattoo


Tags: Thurion Heavenshield Roman Vossari Caelan Valoren Casaana Connel Vanagor
Location: Bogan
Objective 3​

The relentless tide that was the darkness pushed back with no end in sight... and Annie could feel the sheer burden on her body beginning to take its toll. Her senses were dulling, her body screamed in agony with every inch she moved.

As they fought tirelessly and bravely, lights in the deep, a disturbance would be felt within the force.

The sound of thunder began to overtake the battlefield as a hellfire itself began to rain down upon the group. Eyes widening she began to shout back at the rest as what felt like a freight train slammed into her very being. Her breath was taken away as an explosion overtook her, no reaction time to throw her hands up as it threw Annie back like a rag doll.

The sound of ringing overtook her senses as she began to mumble incoherently, trying her best to regain her sense of direction... but all she heard and felt within her core were the deafening and concussing sound of the bombardment. Blacking in and out of consciousness, she saw above her Roman -- his brow creased, his teeth grit and sweat moving down his brow as he shield her with his own body from the hell that rained down.

He was willing to sacrifice himself, out of love for her.

As his own shield began to weaken, and all hope looked lost -- a golden shield of brilliant light would form around the group and shield them from all danger, a miracle in its own right, one produced by King Thurion, the Lion.... but it came at a high cost. Passing out she stared over at him blankly, how much more could they take? They’d done so much, but did it matter?

Doubt began to creep in, hopeless began to whisper and the light began to diminish. They were just Padawans… they’d been giving everything, but it just wasn’t enough.

As Roman gathered himself and helped Anneliese up and to her feet, burning pain shot down her left arm, now worse than before, her right hand shaking as she looked down at it, fresh blood dripping down. “Roman — I think it’s broken now… ah, it hurts.” However, as she looked at him, her heart broke slightly as she saw the exhaustion that was now overtaking even him, his own demeanor worried— her emerald eyes scanning the field of carnage. Countless bodies littered the field, a path they’d left in their wake. Seeing Caelan caused tears to swell up within her eyes — but yet none came. He’d not been prepared to go into battle, and it was now taking its toll — rending the very innocence from him and she was powerless to stop it.

A red flash, followed by lightning, something new, something dastardly was now upon them.

Doubt, hopelessness, fear still lingered.

As Thurion stood, and spoke — it became a rallying cry and once again, she could feel the ebb and flow of the force. Gritting her teeth, her left arm came up towards her mouth as she but the binding and wrenched back tightening the wrap, her body shivering in response to the pain, her eyes narrowing. Fear had no place, doubt had no place and hope would not fade and fail today. The smoldering ember that was her heart began to reignite with a passion filled fervor that would be shown in her eyes as she stared out towards Thurion. Wiping her mouth off, the trail of blood near her lips smearing she grinned.

She could do this chit all day — they have to beat the fire outta her before she quit.

Looking towards Roman, she squared up to him as her left arm dropped, dangling slightly and her right hand came to his chest, a soft but defiant smile coming into her face. “Till death do us part Roman — I’m beside you, till the very end. Let’s finish this.” She meant it — better to die by his side than love without him for an eternity.

Turning, her saber activating, she inhaled and exhaled shakily. Raising her saber up and into the air, her cry erupted forth - taking slow, measured steps towards Thurion until it became a quick advance. Rest would either came after or take them for eternity — they had to win this, they just had too.

 

[Keilara Kala'myr]

Tribal Matriarch of the Scar Hounds Tribe

Information

Objective: Defeat the GA
Location: Ground, Bogan, Tython system
Equipment: Light Armour | Wardress | 2x Riftblades | Promise of Freedom | Ring of Wishes and Dreams || OPBC-01m
Friends: Thomas Barran | Saa Montemar | Detritus Ren | Sid Berik | Rackham | Phoenix Kasari | Open
Enemies: Connel Vanagor | Roman Vossari | Ryana mina | Gress D'ran | Aiden Porte | Ko Vuto | Casaana | Minerva Fhirdiad | Naxa Zalita | Noah Corek Jr. | Caelan Valoren | Samuel Creed | Zark San Tekka | Open

"Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
Keilara Kala'myr | Mercy | Ziare Dyarron | Freedom​

"Hǫrgr, or Sanctuary. We live in the home of the Valkyrja, not in Ashla's domain. We used to go there, because the twins like it, but it's kind of a trip and a vacation." I told him.

But regardless, if I didn't count that, I agreed with him. Sedes Aurea, or the Seat of Ashla was much safer and it was completely Lightside, while Sanctuary was just a neutral "fortress". Maybe I should really bring up to Asher and Kallan in the near future that it would be best if they all went there for a while. At least until this thing with Tommy gets resolved. True, it was only a very small difference, although the distance was great, but there was a direct gateway between the two huge cities. And I think they were both among the largest cities in the Netherworld. It's ironic that there are places like that in the afterlife. I preferred the city of the Shadows, it suited me better than the knight place.

I raised my eyebrows and frowned for a moment when my brother did not agree to a quick and gentle kill, choosing instead a slow and very painful death. If that was what he wanted; he must have known that during Asher's time I had tortured countless people for information or to make an example of them because they wanted to call my husband out but failed. It's a deterrent, so if someone isn't worthy, don't even try. Because they won't get past me, they couldn't hope to get to the Warlord if I kill them. I was the threshold; if they couldn't beat me, how could they hope to kill the Warlord? Even I admitted that Asher was by far the best in the tribe.

"If that's what you want, Tommy, that's what you'll get." I promised him.

If only because then I would have to face Tommy's wife and children, and maybe Y'sanne and people close to my brother. And I had no desire to end up with almost the entire High Command of the tribe, nor with the high-ranking people. That would be really unpleasant, especially since my enemies were not members of the tribe, only Solipsis and the Empire. I know that's a much bigger number, but still. In a way, Tribe was my husband's and my legacy...

But there was no time to think about this, because important events had taken place with the disappearance of the space station. Fortunately, I was able to react quickly; during the SGHW I had quite a lot of time to practise and perfect this skill. My husband also won a lot of battles because of this, as I provided him with constant information. So, I helped him while he kept me off the battlefield in case something happened to me.

"Asher provided me with the best tactical analysts to learn it and even he taught me how to do it." I told him; and yes, I was one of the few people Asher took the time and attention to educate, most mere marauders did not even have that privilege. They had to learn on the battlefield. "Let's go, we'll wait for the others at the shuttles, if we have time."

Tommy must have known that I didn't want to leave our own people behind, so I would have waited until the last minute at the landing site and only left without them if there was no other option. If Tommy didn't want to come or wouldn't catch me, I would pull him along or support him so he could keep moving. If he could walk, that was mostly okay. Anyway, one way or another, I headed back towards the shuttles to stop there and wait for our own people, unless Tommy would rather leave now. Up there, if the Ark was there, everyone would be safe...

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Objective: Safeguard Padawans
Tags: Roman Vossari Anneliese Kaohal Casaana Caelan Valoren Connel Vanagor Ryana mina
Target: Detritus Ren

And so the fighting raged on, a microcosm of the state of the galaxy as a whole. Dark versus Light, Empire versus Alliance, Sith versus Jedi. He'd seen too much of it in his long lifetime of service — enough to turn any man jaded and numb to it all; the slaughter, the devastation, the futility. Though he went to great lengths to light the beacon of hope in the hearts of others, he reserved just enough for himself to not shut himself away from the fate of the galaxy.

In the heat of battle, however, such thoughts were pushed aside and drowned out by decades of experience and a well-fortified mind against the psychological toll of war. Still, the sight of the red lightning bolt striking down one of the padawans — Caelan — the Lion halted his advance and strode swiftly to his aid.

"Caelan," he called out, kneeling before the boy even as an acolyte of the dark side bearing down on him. He blocked the descending blow with his sword before stabbing the acolyte centremass, ending his life quickly and without flair. "Hang on, my boy." Reaching behind him, Thurion grabbed a fistful of his royal cloak depicting the golden lion and gave it a sharp tug, ripping it from its clasps on either shoulder.

"I cannot carry your guilt, nor your pain, little one," he said.

He proceeded to wrap Caelan inside the warmth of the rich fabric, covering him from head to toe as he tied it into an improvised carrier, then carefully stowed the critically wounded and exhausted padawan on his back, kept secure by a skillful knot across Thurion's breastplate.

"But I can carry you. Rest thine eyes, child; you need not witness what lay ahead."

He stood, carrying the boy on his back while his arms remained free to fend off any evil. Caelan proved a miniscule burden for one of such size and immense strength as the Lion, considered tall even by the standards of the towering Valkyri, and would only slow him down slightly.

Readjusting his focus on the enemy looming in the distance, Thurion joined the others in the advance, dodging lightning strikes as instantly as they appeared. Only once did he deliberately position himself in the path of the lightning, holding Anarion aloft as it absorbed the bolt long enough to be redirected against another Leviathan lumbering towards him. The stored energy shot from the Sunlight Blade and engulfed the creature, causing its head to burst open, killing it instantly.

Rejoining Roman, Anneliese, and Casaana, they fought the hordes of darkness as one. Under his watchful eye, appearing whenever they left themselves open or otherwise disadvantaged to fend off any attack, Thurion and the three (four) padawans slew their way towards the ruined temple with the intent to discover and put a stop to the source of the crimson beam.

 

[Casaana]

Objective 3
Friendly tag: Roman Vossari Caelan Valoren Thurion Heavenshield Anneliese Kaohal Caelan Valoren
Enemy tag: Saa Montemar Sid Berik Detritus Ren
Equipment: Shield! Lightsaber, Blaster, Armor, Demolition Charges.

In the lead, her tired charge the point of the Padawan spear with Thurion's guiding hand pointing her towards the corrupted temple, Casaana met the forces of Darkness head-on. An Acolyte came at her, two sabers blazing crimson, her body moving instinctively. Parry the strike with the shield, a twirl of lightsaber brought its blade above his second as it came at her side. Taking his head robbed his strike of power, leaving a barely melted groove across the armor over her ribs. A turn brought the edge of the shield into the face of another, the robed figure's momentum bashing his mouth into the songsteel shield harder than any swing of her tired arm could. She followed it with a nearly perfect Shii-Cho thrust coming out from under the shield's horizontal surface.

Breathing ragged, pulse pounding in her ears, she had little attention left for her comrades save to make sure they weren't spread too far, trusting in them completely. Roman and Anneliese would never let anything happen to each other, and Thurion was there when she needed him most. And then, suddenly, amazingly, they were through. No more opposition emerged from the temple to face them. Casaana blinked at the door gaping open and empty when her tired mind caught up with reality. They'd fought through the initial waves of enemies, the entrenched defenses, and survived the bombardment that had devastated friend and foe alike. This last struggle had been against the last few, those held back in the temple, maybe ritual assistants, sent out in one last effort to hold them back. With them out of the way, the Temple stood open and undefended against them save for whatever Dark Force was behind this ritual and red lightning.

Turning to the others, Casaana knew they were just as tired as her, and all were far more beat up. Little more than walking wounded. Thurion might be able to press on, but after saving her and the others, he'd looked pretty spent too and he was carrying Caelan. Tapping her comm code in, she called back to the Alliance HQ for the Bogan invasion. "This is Padawan Casaana, the way to the temple is open. Send immediate reinforcements and we can take it. We also need immediate med-evac for wounded Jedi." After that, it took all her effort to not sit down in the wide path of once smooth stone that lead up to the entryway. Instead she stayed ready, pushing her senses outward towards the unknown, staying on guard for her friends.

 

[Ryana mina]

Allies: Connel Vanagor Thurion Heavenshield Casaana Caelan Valoren Roman Vossari

Enemy Detritus Ren
armor Lightsaber

Ryana knew connel was her superior when it came to the jedi and her teacher but that didn't mean she would let him do stupid stuff alone. And that definitely didn't mean he got to use her past against her she would make that clear to connel later when they didn't have a darkside ritual to stop.

As she got to the door with connel she saw him shove his lightsaber into the door she felt the force calling to her as her hurrikaine crystal blade and the force guided her hand as she found weak spots in the wall her Saber piercing the wall with accuracy ill fit for a padawan as it found its placements with ease as the wall fell in. " well that was easy not sure how i did that though" she said as she walked in through the now hole in the temple. Her lit Saber in her hand as she used the knives connel gave her and threw them into a couple of guards as she used the force to recall the knives back wiping the blood off.

She put them back as she began running towards where she felt the strongest darkside aura. Wither or not connel would follow or not ws up to him as she rounded a corner she got hit in the chest by a large technobeaet luckily her armor stopped his claws but she was still thrown into a wall knocking the wind out of her and bruising a few ribs. She stood back up it hurt to breathe a bit "I'm gonna be feeling that in the morning" she said trying to be funny as she recalled the Saber back to her hand.

as she charged the technobeast the creature swung at her her blade rose to meet the creatures hand as it sliced through it as if her hand was guided by the force not herself into a natural weak spot as the creature roared ryana took her Saber and stuck it through the top of the creatures mouth into its head and out the top of its head as the creature fell over.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Saa Montemar Gress D'ran Detritus Ren et al.

Super battle droids marched in rigid sentry patterns beneath an Imperial flag. More photoreceptors gazed out from atop prefabricated battlements. Master Zark handed a pair of macrobinoculars back to the ARC trooper. This mobile command station was the source of the droid control signal on Bogan. No more than a token garrison in reserve.

Gathered around their Jedi guide the surviving ARC troopers all looked like they had fought through hell. Blood skies spread across the horizon until the stars went out one by one as some dark ritual came to fruition. Zark felt tired now as the moon's corruption bled his strength. Even so he could not turn back.

"It has been an honor."

They took apart the droids on patrol with vibroknives. One by one grapples caught on the battlements and the marines of Nexu Squad towed themselves up on ascension cables. San Tekka leaped clear over and landed meters from the mobile command center. As soon as his lightsaber bathed everything in auric radiance emergency klaxons began to wail.

Marines turned the inner courtyard into a killzone while the Jedi Master strode forward pausing only to dispatch a few last droid sentinels. Zark plunged his blade into the command center's locked blast doors and began cutting through the heavy bulkhead.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Bogan
Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Casaana | Thurion Heavenshield | Anneliese Kaohal | Caelan Valoren | @Others

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Roman slumped against the temple wall, the rough stone of little comfort against his aching body. His lightsaber, deactivated and next to him, felt heavy in his hand, a reminder of the relentless violence they had endured this day. His blue eyes were dulled, reflecting the exhaustion that had settled deep within his bones. He watched Casaana, as she coordinated with the arriving reinforcements. Anneliese, clutching her arm. Caelan, traumatized and battered. Even Thurion, the guardian, seemed weary, a stark contrast to their meeting earlier this day.

The scarred landscape around them was a testament to the day's horrors. The air was thick with the smell of burnt flesh, the sounds of blaster fire and distant explosions a constant reminder of the ongoing fight. But amidst the chaos, a strange quiet settled over Roman. The relentless drive to fight, to protect, to avenge, it was all gone. Replaced by a crushing weight of exhaustion and despair.

He wasn't ready for this. None of them were. They were Padawans, students still learning the ways of the Force, not seasoned warriors. They were young adults thrust into a nightmare... they should have stayed home. He should be training, learning the finer points of lightsaber combat, maybe even learning something new in the force his teachers. He felt foolish for thinking he could make a difference.

His gaze drifted towards Thurion, who was helping Caelan off of his back. Gratitude erupted in his chest. Thank Ashla for his presence, for his protection. Without Thurion, they might not have survived the day. But that thought was a double-edged sword. He needed to be stronger, more ready. He needed to train harder. He realized with certainty that if a day like this came again, he couldn't rely on others to save him. He had to be ready himself.

Roman closed his eyes, the echoes of battle still ringing in his ears. He was a Jedi, a warrior of the Light. He would not let this day define him. He would learn, he would train, and he would become stronger.

 

[Thomas Barran]

7th Post

BATTLE FOR BALANCE
-THE COREWARD CHRONICLES-

THE_BLOODHOUND
DIVINE CHAMPION OF MOTHER REBIRTH
HEATHEN SAINT OF OUTLAWS AND ROGUES
GREAT KHAN OF THE MAWSWORN TRIBES

Tags
Friend: Detritus Ren Keilara Kala'myr @Rohmrook Half-Axe Sid Berik
Rackham Phoenix Kasari

Foe: Valery Noble Connel Vanagor Roman Vossari Ryana mina
Gress D'ran Aiden Porte Ko Vuto Casaana Minerva Fhirdiad
Naxa Zalita Noah Corek Jr. Caelan Valoren Samuel Creed
Zark San Tekka Thurion Heavenshield

A NEW CENTURY, A NEW TERROR IX: ON A HEATHEN'S MOON - PART 14

MOON: BOGAN,
OUTER ORBITAL SPHERE, TYTHON (902 ABY)

I hope it will never come to that, but if I can no longer trust myself....
I'd be glad if family sent me on to my true, lasting death.
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'Alright, lead the way.', the Bloodhound started, stopping in his tracks, though not for effect. The creeping need to look over his shoulder, silly though it might have been, seemed to take precedence before Thomas could eventually continue,'An' while there's time to express gratitude - thanks, Sis.... For all of it.', even bowing his head in absolute sincerity as Mercy proceeded to lead the Great Khan toward the landing-paddocks. Yet even with the Khan's acquiescence assured, the Matriarch was hoped to be understanding of his urge to steal the occasional backward glance over his shoulder, looking to a battefield he was sure was covered and manned sufficiently before, only to find once more that elements of the unseen would decide the battle's fate once more.

'I think I might be in need o' yer presence among the Ark's map-room collective, among the scholary bunch after all.... An' plenty minds there at the ready to follow up any lead ye give 'em, this I can assure you with confidence - especially if its since become Dreamer's home-away-from-home.'

There had to be more to all of this, and with all the right minds finally beginning to converge again, perhaps there were means to decode what this more could be, as Barran was quickly growing tired with the overly-costly circumstances that beset this new Mawsworn collective. All were still either much too willing to die, much too willing to accept the losses around them or at worst, still willing to accept all the spiritual fatalism of the Dark Three - powers of whom had wanted all their deathly souls from the offset.

Power of which the Bloodhound still very much desired to lock away within the containing recepticles on which he was still to ascertain, as there would be a great need for advisory consultation, and from a being considered celestial in power. But if that was what it would take, then Thomas would remain willing to explore every possible avenue for the sake of the Tribes he ruled, as regardless of whatever they were like when the Scar Hounds found him on Durace, the Marauders who survived the Second Great Hyperspace War had proven adaptive enough to evolve into a collective with meaning. Urging the Great Khan to look over his left shoulder once more, muttering,'Come on, lads.... Survive for all you're worth, damnit!', underbreath, but nowhere near quietly enough for the Matriarch to miss it.

But alas, acquiescence would finally take hold with lasting finality, turning the Bloodhound in a northwesterly direction - for everyone's sake as much as his own.

I know not what I might do if I were to lose anyone else.

A NEW CENTURY, A NEW TERROR IX: ON A HEATHEN'S MOON - PART 15

BEYOND THE SHIELD DOME, MOON: BOGAN,
TYTHON (902 ABY)

ROOK DARKHAN - 7

'There we go, Shiv.... Drag him out slow and steady, just like that.'
'Second and last to drag out from the landslide, Shiv. Nicely done.'
'These Aspirants should be Marauders, not even remotely joking either!'
'Agreed! We should petition for the Mastiff's 5th to be Witnessed and Recognised!'
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Eagerness, an otherwise-hubristic trait in moments such as these, especially with aircraft and ground-tremors all over the Bogan moon by then, was welcomed. The only thing the Darkhan disliked about it was the rising intensity of otherwise-earnest Marauders, as it seemed as though the new conditioning was still going through teething-pains with those who were new to the training, a process Rook had hoped would be somewhat quicker than the twenty years of slow, laborious evolution he was faced with, only to find himself staving off jaded disillusionment in the hopes he could get them all back to the Ark.

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'Settle down, I already held these intentions! Behave yourselves!'

BOOOOOM​

'Case - in - point, fethwits! FOCUS YOUR MINDS FOR THE FINAL STRETCH!!!! THAT GOES FOR ALL OF YOU!!!!'

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With aircraft still crashing and burning from above, the majority of the warriors still working their way north would need to hurry, and with Ghoul and his conscripted Zabrak having only just pryed from the rubble-like landslide, time would work against them with an intensity that belittled every pressure of the fight for Bogan leading to these moments. Fortunately for Rook, however, having another Darkhan nearby would pay it's due dividends when Ghoul eventually piped up,'You heard 'im, Marauders! Now carry Seven, and carry me to the landing-paddocks! LOOK LIVELY!!!!', in support of his longest-served comrade.

From there, all that was needed was the simple task of carrying their injured Brethren the rest of the way, and all the attending Marauders had much and more in the way of fatiguing left within them, so the simplicity of passing carry-loads around in taking turns to keep the landslide-recipients in the fight to the end. But as soon as the merged contingent began to draw nearer to the Shield Dome, the ground began to shudder and shake beneath their boots, cracking hither and yon as the moon around them began to crumble. Clearly the Galactic Alliance's intent was to steadily beat down on the moon until it broke apart from within, and for as long as the Jedi and Corellian senate alike were willing to destroy what they could not overcome, another of the many departures from the ways of their forebears.

<"Rook to Bloodhound! Ghoul and Skull-Seven are free of the landslide rubble, so we're heading back now!">
<"Good news, Brother! Now get your arses back to the launch-paddocks! SHIFT IT!!!!">
<"Copy that, Bloodhound! Get those engines fired up in anticipation - Rook going dark!">

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