Invasion Battle of O'reen (Invasion Rep vs. Fringe)

[Jak Sandrow]

"KKKKSHHHT This is Jak Sandrow, reporting in for frontal assault. Sorry I'm late. Again."

A greyish-blue streak jetted up from the mists below. If one were to look closely enough, it would see that the streak was in fact a fairly large suit of armor. And that it was being handled by someone who knew what they were doing.

With a resounding thud, Jak Sandrow landed on the rocky plateau farthest from the Republic. Straightening to the suit's impressive 7' height, he decided to ask a nearby soldier for directions.

It was fairly obvious that the entrance had been noticed, what with him being surrounded. However, he produced legitimate confirmation that he was, in fact, part of the Lords of the Fringe.

"Where is the battle?" he asked. A soldier pointed to where an explosion had just gone off.

"Right, right, just wanted to be sure." Jak began to run, his jetpack sparked, and he was off into the sky again.

The sun shone weakly through a cloud bank. A squad of Republic troopers made their way carefully to the bridge, all four keeping an eye out for trouble. None of them thought to look up.

It was over in seconds. All Jak had to do was slam down behind them and mow them down. He had sustained a few shots to the chest and torso, but that was to be expected. After all, four commandos is hardly something to turn up a nose at. He jetted off to look for more squads to sting.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

@[member="Talon Vosra"] @[member="Basaba Willamina"]

The fight was stalled yet again, the second area attack had landed at the dueling pair, first the arrival of Saki and now grenades. Looking down for a moment he looked up at his opponent and shook his head as he turned on his armor's oxygen supply. "Gas, gas, gas!" Turning his eyes to his opponent his voice echoed through the force in the Jedi's head. Hold your breath, the gas will cut you off from the Force its a Protectorate made weapon.

Moving out of the growing crowd the Zabrak closed his eyes moving his awareness outwards to find the wielder. Stealth equipment was fantastic against sensors, the naked eye and even thermals but to the Force, everything was visible. Moving his head towards the location of the shooter Sargon nodded to the location before asking the Jedi, "Friend of yours? Its not one of mine."

@[member="Talon Vosra"] @[member="Basaba Willamina"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

A lightsaber suddenly went through the jetpack of @[member="Jak Sandrow"]. It wouldn't destroy it, but it would put it out of commission enough to send Jak spiralling to the ground. The lightsaber continued to spin, and soon enough it returned to the hand of Jedi Master Josh DragonsFlame. He had watched the assailant mow down Republic troops, and wasn't going to allow it to go on any longer.

He took a breath as he walked toward the man, saber drawn. But suddenly, he recognized the man's face as their eyes met. Josh's eyes told the entire story, an expression of betrayal stared back at Jak.

"Why?" was all he could ask his own best friend.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

SOME BRIDGE
OBJECTIVE: HIT HIM WITH YOUR BEST SHOT

@[member="Ordo"]

A snicker escaped Hannibal's lips as the Basilisk pitched and fell over under the combined fire of the tank. Briefly, Ordo vanished from sight, and Hannibal thought he would get to go home early. "Welp, 'at's all there is ta it, folks."

Except it was never that easy. Not in three trillion years would it ever be that easy. Shortly after, he could spy Ordo marching forward, eyes locked on Hannibal and the tank that had just wasted the Mandalorian's prized mount. There were soldiers shooting, stabbing, and generally just tearing themselves apart all around, but that Mandalorian just marched forward with a scary kind of determination.

The tank had other things to worry about now, so Hannibal wasn't going to waste its ammo on one dude. Hannibal, however, had enough ammo to spare. He yanked his assault rifle off of his back, took a steady aim, and fired a three-round burst. The current clip was filled with the BANG Slugs, meaning that they had a tendency to explode on combat. That was another reason Hannibal favored Czerka. Blaster bolts were blaster bolts, but Czerka had some variety.

Explosive, explosive variety.

 

[Avalore Eden]

Medical Tents - Republic Command - That place away from the fight.
@[member="Sopher Jakobs"]

Avalore was up to her elbows in a pile of Medics crowded around a man who had taken a nasty blaster bolt straight to the face. She'd managed to help them heal the outter wound enough to stop the bleeding, but there was no telling if they'd save his eye.

"You could always go undercover as a Pirate!" the Healer nodded as they wheeled his bed away, issuing a soft puff of breath that blew her wayward bangs from her face. She turned around, intent on finding something to wash the blood from her hands, and nearly ran belly-first into Sopher.

"Sopher! Amigo. Compadré. What, ah-" she wanted to ask what he was doing here. Wasn't he confined to Coruscant or something silly like that? But then he mentioned her weight, and all bets were off.

Avalore opened her mouth in a scowl, lifted a hand to say something, paused, closed her mouth, opened again for a second attempt, failed, closed. Repeat. She eyed him, lowered her hand, and gave her belly a good pat.

"Yep. That food. I love me some nerf burgers."

Wat.

Her expression flatlined, "What....brings you here? Not fighting the good fight with Master Apparine?"

 

[Velok the Younger]

@[member="Avalore Eden"] @[member="Sopher Jacobs"]

This morning she had walked through the mist of the Water of Life, stepped outside the universe a little, enough to walk unseen through her enemies so long as she didn't interfere with them. She concealed her Force presence. Touch of the Kiin'dray let her cling to sheer surfaces, and minute by painstaking minute she had spidercrawled around the vertical perimeter of a bridge and one of O'reen's uncompromising plateaus. Now, hand over hand, the Dathomiri witch crawled up to the edge and peered over.

It was a medcentre. One ditzy blonde Padawan, one very pregnant girl. Rave was not a murderer, certainly not of the pregnant, but she'd come all this way, so she verrry carefully climbed over the edge.

 

[Antares]

@[member="Break"]

He wondered how the blast would be unavoidable when Antares had simply maneuvered around the force shield. It may have been preventing him from escape upwards and directly backwards, but was there something blocking him from moving sideways? He thought not as he maneuvered around the Dark Jedi so that if anything he would stay in the way of the droid.

And he moved fast, and why shouldn't he? The Force was always letting him move faster through the force speed. Besides, all he would need to do was avoid the containment field that covered all sonic blasts, because if he didn't, that's when it became dangerous. And so, he stopped in front of the Dark Jedi, and he was diagonal to him, and had an angle to still see the HRD, and since he did, he released another Force Push at it to taunt it.

@[member="Break"] @[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

 

[Tallia Farn]

Location - Somewhere near the Republic Staging Area
Objective - Break enemy lines

More war. Would peace ever come? Stupid question. Would a break ever come? It didn't look like one would be coming very soon to Tallia. Instead of hanging out at the Jedi Temple chatting with her peers and going on the occasional mission to iron out a petty dispute, she was leading Republic troops in a battle that she didn't even believe in. Sure, she wanted the Sith to be stopped, but they had crushed their entire empire for karks sake. Still, she had a duty to the Jedi Council, and they in turn had a duty to protect the Republic. So here she was commanding her own squad and getting ready to risk the lives of herself and others again.

"Okay, let's get these speeders ready to move out!" She shouted to the thirty or so soldiers behind her. She wondered how many would live to see the next day.

"We have no time to waste! They needed us on the front fifteen standard minutes ago!" Her men mounted their speeders and hefted their heavy power lances to their sides. She in turn, activated her lightsaber. The goal was for them to charge there way straight across the bridges and secure them so they wouldn't have to fight over them later. That was one of the most tactically difficult elements of this planet. The only way across the surface was by way of bridges, which were easily defensible. The idea of a cavalry was a bit old school, but this seemed like a acceptable time to apply the tactic.

She signaled to form ranks. Two lines with fifteen bikes across grouped together, preparing to sweep through the landscape. Tallia opened Republic comm channels.

"Republic Cavalry Squadron One making for the front now. If anyone in particular needs assistance, we would be more than happy to lend a hand." She then leaned back to her troops and motioned her hand forward. "May the Force be with us all! For the Republic!"

 

[Commander Lusk]

OBJECTIVE: TEACH "SPECIAL" FORCES IT'S RUDE TO INTERRUPT
Rolland looked over to the pathetic arc troopers as they were all gunned down by a mouse robot. Looking over to his brother they would finish this fight later "Truce" putting his katana away, taking his shotgun on his back he gunned down ARCs worthless troopers cause they were NPCs and pretty much worthless in an invasion that was focused around pvp. Looking at the clone Rolland stood taller than him and way more upgrades now than just bones. Loading up his scattergun the odds were now turned on him. Three versus one the dumb republic trooper really needed to learn how to stay out of family affairs.

Rolland didn't waste any time with formalities he simply ran to the side and fired three slugs straight at the troopers chest. He was augmented but not nearly as much as Rolland nor was he trained to a high a standard as he. The three of them would roflstomp this joke for interrupting a very crucial plot development between the two writers. What Jerrick was going to do Rolland already knew his brother too well @[member="ARC-052 Dish"] @[member="MSE-007"] @[member="JerrickShado"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Between bridges​

@[member="Saki"]​

Lucien back peddled three paces Out of the range of the first wave, He was not so Lucky with the second it hit him in the chest. Knocking the wind from him. He sluggishly readjusted, to his side on position. He shielded his face with a light push, He rather liked his face the way it was and having it rearranged was not a priority.She leapt at him He adjusted his arm pressing his elbow close to his side his blade pointed diagonally. Then he threw himself into her, He aimed to put a blade through her groin. Then plant his shoulder in her gut. This Jedi fought dirty.

 

[Kitt Solo]

@[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"] @[member="Doc"]


Legs clung to the scaled-body as she perched on the mighty dragon's back in the make-shift saddle. Her momentary - HOLY KRIFF I'M RIDING A DRAGON - shock was finally subsiding.

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"] would not approve.

But Faenrovon probably only agreed not to eat her because of the offer to make a dragon-sized pie after all this was over. That and they were both council members for the Fringe. But, it was most likely the pie that kept her from being the dragon's next snack.

Thank the stars for her Ma's cooking.

Myrtle-ellipses narrowed at the mouthy-Republican soldier. Rude, rude, and ruder. They weren't the ones invading. The force arched its angry, invisible claws of warning in her senses and she pushed her hands forward, a green-tinted shield expanded like a wall between the dragon, its rider and the M45 shots. Kicking her leg out of the saddle, she slid down the massive body and landed at the dragon's side, booted feet crunching against the gravel in the ground.

M2 Bolter was already in her hand as the protective-shield dropped. She fired off three rounds of explosive bolts, the shots strong enough to pierce armor.

 

[Jak Sandrow]

As Jak suddenly stopped going forward and started going down, he adjusted his fall to be more of a controlled dive.

Landing on one foot and one knee, with an arm out for balance, he watched as a form solidified from the fog. As the Jedi approached him out of the mist, something told Jak not to just shoot him then and there. He let his mask transform back into his suit, leaving his head bare to the world. He got a better look at the Jedi. It was Josh. And he looked hurt.

Jak nodded to himself. He stood up. "You know, the last thing I wanted was for it to come to this," he said. "What with you already losing... yeah... this is the last thing I wanted to happen. To put it plainly, Josh - it's my job. I have to do this. Even if I just walk away from this, it's gonna be treason. And I really can't deal with yet another faction hunting me down. I'm sorry, Josh. I have to do this. And trust me, I don't want to any more than you do."

His helmet snapped back into place around his head. With a sinking finality in his chest, he loaded a new cartridge into his rifle and primed the gun.

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

BRIDGE EPSILON
@[member="Tallia Farn"]
OBJECTIVE: HOLD THE LINE

Republic Cavalry Squadron One - two ranks, for a total of thirty speeder bikes -- would, in time, find that their charge was opposed by a single immense figure on one of the many bridges in this region. The Fringe lines were, of course, heavily fortified, but ahead of them stood a Vaapad blademaster in Vonduun Skerr Hutta battle armor, his crimson lightstaff ignited. He eyed the oncoming speeder bikes with immense dislike, and waited to see how they would approach.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

"This you're girlfriend Rolland? Or a ex? He seems like a ex!" He yelled back at Rolland as he charged the ARC trooper. Jerrick was about to die, but the trooper got in the way, even if he had saved him, Jerrick was ready to die by Rolland. "I don't think you picked a pretty one this time, what did you even do to piss him off?!" He said.

Charging at the top speed he could, that lovely 32 mph, fast as hell. He did a spin kick at the man. "CAN I KEEP THE MOUSE DROID?! HE'S SO CUTE!!" He joked. He respected the little droid for its bravery. "Thanks little guy!" He said. If that spin kick didn't land, well, a good one two to the face would do it.
@[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"] @[member="ARC-052 Dish"] @[member="MSE-007"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh couldn't believe this. How much more death and betrayal did he have to face? He knew his friendship with Jak would never be the same after this. How did this happen? Just a week ago, they were talking and laughing at a cantina, being the Bro-Cheer-Me-Ups for the other's lost love. Now, they stood in the middle of a battlefield on opposing side.

He shook his head. "You don't have to do this, Jak" he said. "I've had enough of death and loss. I'm not fighting you. I don't give a damn what the Fringe told you to do. The majority of them are Sith anyway, the same Sith that imprisoned you not too long ago. You don't have to listen to them"

@[member="Jak Sandrow"]

 

[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

Talon quickly filled his lungs and held his breath. He had fought the Mandalorians often enough as a Sith to know a ForceBreaker when he saw one.

He didn't speak or reach out with the force the effort was unnecessary. He simply shook his head. He was still on a probationary period with the Jedi and had contact with only a very few.

He recognized the other Mandalorian with the war droid from earlier but this new one he had never met.

@[member="Basaba Willamina"]

 

[Jak Sandrow]

This is going to sound totally ridiculous, he thought.

Josh and Jak had been friends long enough to figure out what the other was thinking, simply by looking at each other. Josh couldn't see Jak's face, but Jak could see Josh's face. And feel his emotions. Heck, Jak felt like he was under a frigging river of tears!

"I have no choice, Josh. Don't you understand? I have to do this. I finally feel like I'm being accepted! I'm working my way up, and I finally think I can make it." He sighed. "Josh, promise me something. When this stupid war is over - promise we can at least keep in touch."

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

 

[Break]

As the padawan moved Break loosed the Sonic blast. The blast enough to rupture any organic matter, Obviously, the Padawan didnt realize that a sonic blast travels in a wide path shotgunning out. leaving little to no chance of getting away in a horizontal motion, and little time to concentrate the force into a push which in turned made it even weaker. The Padawan may be fast but the assassin HRD was already learning how he moved. Break noticed that when the padawan would move, as his stance would change ever so slightly to do so. The longer the fight would go the more the padawan would seal his fate.

Things slowed in Breaks mind the Padawans foot changed in angle and Break released his grip firing the blast an astounding BOOM released from the gun and the timer reset as to when Break could fire the sonic blaster again Break switched arms again his plasma Canon at the ready, he stayed at a distance. Taking again the force push from the padawan. The 400 lb droid didnt move very much but a few feet back but the flying debris from the carrion fodder that laid around them would hit the droid in the face (quite possibly a droid leg or severed arm of a trooper) knocking him back a few more steps. Being an HRD however he did not feel pain only the initial force of the blow. The HRD concentrated again and readied his Vibrokatana in case the padawan wanted to get up close and personal. however being knocked back like he did he lost his aim on the Padawan and would not be able to fire right away.

@[member="Antares Windu"]

 

[Dredge]

The armor held up quite well against the onslaught of blows mostly around the crotch region. I'm sorry but dredge still needed those so the writer had to keep them there for now. Maybe another day though the little padawan was tossed aside as the woman had done some damage to Dredge. The lightsabers burned and glanced off his armor but she managed burn his neck a bit with her saber. Jumping forward away from the Knight the Vong almost moaned in ecstasy from the pain that was inflicted upon him. Pushing back now most of Dredge's lackeys were dead and it was just him and a few other of his Vong were left. There rest of them were off fighting other republic forces. The swarms of Gretchun in the sky still picked up republic troopers and other personnel to their deaths. All around them explosions rained down and lives were lost. Was this really worth it for the republic? Was all this death needed just to settle a score.

Raising his two amphistaff they hissed at the Jedi. Behind him there stood five Vong warriors. That's all he had at his disposal for now. But he would make them count. He would hurt these Jedi and make them wish that he killed them. It was time to get down to some gritty player versus player combat. Reaching down the Vong overlord held his staffs as they contined to hiss and cry out for the blood of the Jedi. It was time to end this. He would bring more creatures into the fight but for now it was just a good old fashion duel between a knight, her student. And the Supreme Overlord

With malice in his eyes he charged forward swinging both the staffs in the direction of the biggest threat. The Jedi knight, the other Vong warriors made their way to the padawan who would more than likely just kill them and come out unhurt or scratched cause magic blood that's why. The Vong began to stab wildly roaring at the small green boy wanting his blood for the vengeance of their fallen brothers. They would have his blood sooner or later. But for now the overlord kept up his attack on Rasu. Sending forth hit after hit poisonous bite after poisonous bite if any of them connected she would deal with the deadly poison until she was treated with the antivenom @[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Yinch"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

"You always have a choice, Jak" he chided, his face changing to a serious expression. "You have ALWAYS let something control you. Whether it was OP, Circe, The Sith because of Circe, or the Fringe. You have let someone make decisions for you and look what it's done for you, Jak" he said, shaking his head.

"Are you really going to let a faction dictate your choices for the rest of your life, Jak? You're going to let it backstab your friends just because you think it'll make them accept you? What makes you think they will? Is it really worth the risk?"

Josh knew Jak was a sucker for this kind of thing, promises of acceptance, promises of power... It'd happened to him time and time again, and quite frankly, the Jedi Master was sick of it. And this was the time for him to finally try and talk some sense into his friend before he made a mistake he would regret...

@[member="Jak Sandrow"]