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

[Antares]

@[member="Break"]

Since the HRD fired his wide ((???)) sonic blaster at him, and Alen was still in front of him ((until he does his catch up's)) he wondered as to whether or not the Knight was hit, but he didn't wait to find out. There was no thinking, and there wouldn't be any waiting.

He avoided the containment field that encased the sonic attack, and rolling up the hill, though barely going anywhere, he force sped passed the Dark Jedi, and sweeped his lightsaber upwards along the front of the droid. It was time to end this battle, and quickly. He figured himself safe, since he had moved while the HRD had been struck by the limbs of droids and organics.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh stared Jak down, and laughed a bit. Humor, even on the battlefield.

"I really wish they would believe that" he said. "But you and I both know the Fringe aren't THAT dumb. So what's it going to be, Jak? You going to backstab your best friend for a couple of brownie points from Aunty Ashin... Or are you going to walk away?"

"Just remember this...." he said. "If you strike me, Jak.... I will not hesitate to strike back"

He shook his head.

"I have nothing left to lose, Jak.... I lost Saoirse, I lost Aleidis, I've lost my family, I've lost everyone that was close to me. I am a man with nothing left, and I will fight as one" he said quietly.

@[member="Jak Sandrow"]

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

How the Fringe consistently proved to be such an effective fighting force was a mystery to Cyrus, because their command structure so far could only be described with a single phrase. Chaos Theory. There seemed to be no clear chain of command, individual units responded where and when they saw fit, with whatever equipment they had on hand. It was horrifying, and there was no way it could be an effective way to wage war.

Except it was working.

Rather than fight the system, Cyrus had simply inserted his batallion into the larger command structure (or lack thereof) was responding to specific distress calls or key points on the battlefield at will. A platoon of Fringe troops being pushed back? Now they had a platoon of tanks and a Siege Walker providing heavy fire support. Weapons of war that it seemed like only weeks ago were being used in to fend of these same people on the surface of Atrisia itself.

It takes a practiced eye to notice when something on a large battlefield is just starting to go bad, and that something stuck out to Cyrus as he did a brief examination of the all the various bridges currently being fought over. Some Sith, some very large Sith, was currently engaging a full Republic speederbike platoon. Tough work for anyone, much less a... Hutt? Was that even possible? Whatever. Philosophers could debate that after the battle.

They were too far off for any of the armored unit to get there in a reasonable time, but sometimes the fates have a way of matching up just right. No sooner had Cyrus identified the problem then the comm relay buzzed with a message from the flight of Hellhawks (and 200 Force Recon troopers) currently inbound.

"Flight Leader this is Iron Duke, head to target coordinates and engage enemy speeders. Priority is to come to the relief of the Sith currently under fire there. Iron Duke out."

The flight of UA-101 Hellhawks swooped in from up high, pouring blaster fire and rockets into the massed formation of the speeders. Most pulled up and away, to come for a second pass, but a few came in low and dropped passengers, in this case consisting of eight Force Recon soldiers who were slightly irate at having been part of an attack run. They fanned out into defensive formations right away, grabbing whatever cover they could and throwing lots of smoke grenades and launching a few explosive ones towards the speeders.

@[member="Rasho the Hutt"] @[member="Tallia Farn"]

Elsewhere it appeared that the Republic forces were grouping for an attack, but as of yet there was no indication that they had any clear goals, nor what assets they were going to risk in effort.

@[member="Sarianna Misarr"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

A screaming @[member="Rasu Gan"] caught Preliat's attention. He had come here, under the guise of aiding the Protectorate. They had aided the Mandalorians, and it was only right that the Mandalorians returned the favor. Preliat turned and pivoted on his heel, bringing his trademark Beskad across the throat of a Vong, leaving him crashing to the ground. The Vong he struck fell to the ground, clutching his throat, trying in vain to survive, but he failed oh so miserably. Preliat turned, and with an over-handed strike to the chest of the Vong, shattered the crab armor they wore. Preliat grasped the shards of the armor, and pulled the Vong in for a brutal Keldbabe kiss, feeling his bones shatter and the crabshell armor that was latched unto his skull give way, leaving him a slumped mess of broken bone. Preliat flicked out his Westar-34, one of the strongest, if not, deadliest handguns in the galaxy. It had a distinct sound, as well.

The kinetic force alone, took a few of the Vong attacking Rasu's apprentice, @[member="Yinch"], to the ground, giving the little green man plenty of time to finish them off. Preliat, saw a chance to avert another terrible war, and ran towards the Vong lord, from behind. He brought his beskad low, and went to stab it through his chest, while he was focused on the Jedi girl. The Beskar iron was razor sharp, and with enough force, could definitely cut through the Vong armor with enough force. He was in full battle mind, the Rally Master showing his prowess in combat. War paint adorned his face, and the mohawk he wore gave him a very scary look, if he had his helmet off.

"Vongese should never have crawled out of their hole, you monster."

@Supreme Overlord Dredge,

 

[Break]

Break was ready for the Padawan he Quickly moved allowing the blade to only put a blow into the Droids armor giving the Zodiac armor a nasty gash Breaks skin underneath was showing and slightly burnt. He was rattled for a moment but soon realized it was only a scratch to his actual body. Break reacted by backing up and reaching into his bag. soon after pulled out 2 of bis many toys... a T-289 gas grenade. at this time he and @[member="Antares Windu"] were far enough from any non NPC character to release his trick. threw 1 grenade to the center of the battleground where they were standing creating a mist that would encapsulate him and the young Padawan his fate now sealed. The gas would rob the padawan of his force powers and force him into a horrible coughing and vomiting fit. and ran into the fray holding the prepped second grenade.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Rolland watched as Jerrick unarmed himself and took off his helmet. Stepping forward as the chaos enveloped evrerything around them in the giant battlefield Rolland loaded up his scattergun and klaked it back exiting a spent shell. This was Jerrick, the man who fought and bled with him since day one. Since the day he woke up on the operating table Jerrick was with him side by side. But that wouldn't save him, he had chose his friends over his duty. Betraying everything he became a czar to do, Rolland stepped up to not a word he said as the skull on his face mask store at him. He wouldn't remove his helmet. This was a battlefield and even though he was about to do something that pained him more than anything he would have to keep it on.

"You are not my brother." Were the last words Rolland said to Jerrick before he lifted up his scatter gun with one hand, aiming it at Jerrick's right leg no less than five meters out he pulled the trigger and it had fired. Hitting his leg the slug tore through it causing the man before him to buckle and come down to his knees. Flipping the the gun around Rolland grabbed it by the barrel and ran up to him with all his augmented strength to swing it like a baseball bat to Jerrick's skull. The bone was hard but Rolland's sheer strength caused breakages in his face and even depress a few parts of his skull. Jerrick was on the ground now, and Rolland would finish it.

Throwing the scatter gun to the ground Rolland unsheathed his katana once more to do what needed to be done. And example needed to be set for everyone who dared betray the fringe for the republic and their Jedi overlords. Looking down at the near dead Jerrick a small tear escaped Rolland's eye. This was the first time he had ever cried. "I'm sorry, I will miss you so much." he whispered to himself as another tear streamed from his eyes. Bringing the sword down Rolland pierced Jerrick's heart and killed him. Leaving the katana where it lie Rolland sunk to his knees and grabbed his brother holding him to his chest as he cried over what he had just done. Running a hand over Jerrick'a hair he continued to sob under his helmet. Another stroke and his hand clenched into a fist as anger began to pour into him. She turned him against him, this was her fault. No doubt Rinna had just witnessed what had happened and would act but at this point Rolland didn't care. He continued to kneel holding his dead brother @[member="JerrickShado"] @Rinna Organa

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

"In fair Keldabe city..." BAMMM.
"With a girl hard and gritty..." KERPOW!
"Is where I first spied, sweet Mia Monroe..." KERBANG!
"she shook her blaster barrel..." BABAAP!
"cryin 'sithspit' and 'feth it' she cried, she cried' oh!" BABANG!

Ordo marched like a fool singing to himself shooting when needed as he drew closer to his target. He saw the muzzle flash in the distance and fell flat on his face. Pssssshooo, psshoon, shooo the rounds barely missed his big iron shebs.

"Yeah!" Ordo yelled in his helmet. "Thats what Buir likes!"

 

[Jak Sandrow]

"Well, why can't they?" he asked. "It's not like I asked to be put up against you."

"Though, Josh... I can't exactly walk away. Please, Josh, keep in mind here - the Republic invaded us, and you swung your saber at me."

I gotta remember that for next time...

"So, I think we're down to two choices. Bop you on the nose, or hand-to-hand combat. But... I'm not backstabbing you. Nor do I intend to. I want this fair, up front, and over with."

He nodded grimly. "A man with nothing to lose is the worst person to fight against," he agreed.

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Jerrick felt nothing in the end, when it was all said in done, Rolland would realize maybe his betrayal was not against a friend but a system, and he wanted out of it. After all that had been done, Jerrick saw the chaos for what it really was, a mistake. Rolland had been the best damn soldier he had seen, and in a sense this was a test for him. His friend Adan would be alone now to keep supplying his family,Rianna would go on being the best Jedi Jerrick had ever met, and hoped Rolland could one day see what separated Rianna from the rest. As for the rest, he had nothing to think of. "Goodbye brother." He barely whispered in a mouth full of blood, his head nearly collapsed in, he was forgetting pain, hate, but remembering everything good in his life, the Jedi run away that caused him to meet Rexus.

Eventually that meeting ended up to this. Death. He had no hard feelings towards Rolland. Loving him every hit, every shot. No hate filled him for Rolland, only love, and sadness. As the blate reached deep inside him, it went black. Nothing, nothing at all was left inside Jerrick. In his short time being here, he had witnessed a lot, and done a lot. Life was good. He would forever watch over Rolland in death, and that was the end of the first Czar to ever be. @[member="Rianna Organa"] @[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

OMEGA

@[member="Sargon Vynea"] @[member="Jared Ovmar"] @[member="Ane'irna"]

Earlier in the day Jaxton had sent a letter , or an email rather, to Fringe Leadership, asking for the ability to talk to any Jedi they might have thought represented peace, protection, and the things that the Jedi were supposed to be about, rather than the expansionist power they were. He had thought attacking a democracy that the Republic had a non-aggression treaty with would knock some sense into some people. Sadly, when he typed up his message, Sargon did not read it. It was quickly intercepted by one of his secretaries, who message him back almost immediately. She, or he, Jaxton wasn't quite sure on Fringe naming conventions, said that they were receiving periodic and summarized reports of major events that happened at the battle, and one of them was indeed a Jedi surrendering, not willing to continue on with the war. The secretary said that Sargon would support such a thing, and told him to get on a ship and go meet with as fast as he could, as they were thinking the Jedi and the Republic would come after her for desertion.

Thus, he came out of hyperspace in a Laekia-Class Freighter, and began hailing the frequency the secretary told him to use. "My name is Jaxton Ravos, and I hope to provide safety and freedom for Jedi who have absconded their expansionist regime. I was informed by Sargon Vynea's secretary to come to this location and use this frequency and am awaiting further instructions."

 

[Tallia Farn]

Bridge Epsilon
Objective - Break the Line

Tallia lost three good men to the shockwave caused by @[member="Rasho the Hutt"], and five more to the incoming fire from @[member="Cyrus Tregessar"]'s gunships. The majority of the group stood strong in the intense flack that they were receiving. She leaped off her bike and leveled her lighsaber at the Hutt. She quickly spoke into her earpiece.

"Move on to the end of the bridge. I have the Sith." The Republic speeders whipped past her in reply, aiming the super-heated tips of their power lances at the Force Recon troops. Her attention returned to the Sith and she went into a ready stance, waiting for his move. "So, shall we begin?"

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

"They attacked our allies, Jak" he said, shaking his head. "I wish it hadn't come to this with the Fringe, I really didn't. But what's done is done. I had a choice in coming here to defend our allies, and I took it. And I swung at you because you attacked - no, you KILLED my men. My allies. They weren't even SHOOTING at you, and you murdered them in cold blood like a run of the mill Sith" he said sharply.

"You know they won't fall for the bop on the nose trick, Jak.... Just walk away" he said, almost pleadingly. "I don't want to harm you. Please, just go. Leave. I don't want to fight you"

He gritted his teeth. "I've already lost Sao and Aleidis, Jak.... I can't lose you too"

@[member="Jak Sandrow"]

 

[Avy Valla]

Republic Landing / Beach head
Command Base

It wasn't much longer for the shuttle to touch down, having rocked nearly the entire way from turbulence and incoming fire. The Jedi Master on board though had been deemed important enough to garner such an escort as fighters to cover the shuttle; along with her own small squad of personal guards. Both from the ranks of the Jedi and the Republic Army. Quietly she seemed to hum lightly in the shuttle to lift the spirits of those whom were with her. Her hand lightly touching the Jedi Padawan that was assigned the mission to keep her safe. A small smile crossing the Master's lips as she looked into the Padawan's eyes.

"Calm child. You will do a fine job."

Her voice cooed as she nodded lightly. The shuttle shaking lightly as it landed upon the beachhead that the republic had carved out in the opening stages of the battle. With the ramp slowly coming down the Jedi Master stood. Her robes thick and heavy as they cascaded down and over her form. Slender fingers brushed out the wrinkles as the Twi'lek Master stepped forward. Her personal guard disembarking first to ensure that the area was clear before she stepped off of the shuttle. Her hands clasped together before her as she stepped out into the light of the world. Bringing one hand up to touch the Lieutenants shoulder.

"Thank you officer."

A smile across her lips before she looked out at the command center where she just landed. Nodding silently she stepped forward, entering a small tent that had been prepared for her. The Jedi Padawan and her own master stepped in with Avy while the Republic squad remained outside. Quietly Avy took her place at the center of the tent before she gently came to her knees. Sitting back as her hands folded one over the other upon her lap. Closing her eyes she let out a small sigh, clearing her mind before she spoke.

"Now we begin."

She said silently before beginning to meditate. Though it wasn't just any Meditation; rather it was a very specific skill. One which would give hope and courage to those that she called allies, and bring fear and panic to the enemy. It would allow the Republic and Jedi alike to find weak spots and openings that would otherwise not exist. Avy deepened her state and soon enough the effects of her Battle Meditation would be known to the Republic and Jedi forces on the world.


@[member="Selena Halcyon"], @[member="Antares Windu"], @[member="Daella Apparine"], @[member="Diana Moridena"], @[member="Syn"], @[member="Iella E`ron"], @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"], @[member="Kiskla Grayson"], @[member="Sochi Ru"], @[member="Aika Kawakami"], @[member="Saki"], @[member="Sarge Potteiger"], @[member="Karen Roberts"], @[member="Darc Xavier Talus"], @[member="Ella Nova"], @[member="Yinch"], @[member="Marakai Al'Orren"], @[member="Phylis Alince"], @[member="Je'daii"], @[member="Willa Isard"], @[member="Equa Dominator"], @[member="Jessie Volt"], @[member="Tallia Farn"], @[member="Talon Vosra"], @[member="Quenladose"], @[member="Avalore Eden"], @[member="Rianna Organa"], @[member="Marek S'hadar"], +Anyone else I missed

 

[Isar]

ON SOME RANDOM PLATEAU,
OOC: please tag me in the future, Doc
PROBABLY NEAR OMEGA COMMAND
@[member="Doc"] @[member="Kitt Solo"]

Enormous yellow eyes glittered venomously. Rumbling, hissing laughter rippled from the Arkanian Dragon and shook the ground.

"Mortal fool, you think you can best two of the High Council?"

The human leapt over the embankment and charged toward Kitt. The mortal's actions did nothing to improve Faenrovon's esteem for humans. He thought much of only three, Spencer Jacobs, Kitt Solo, and Ashin Varanin. And they were the females of their race. The males all seemed to be complete ignoramuses.

Thinking on the on the promised pie - the only reason why Kitt was allowed to ride him, an indignity he grudgingly permitted - Faenrovon moved with the legendary speed of the Arkanian Dragons.

The dragon's enormous, spiked tail whipped toward Doc faster than the eye could see. Faenrovon intended to clothesline him. And with those footlong spikes in his tail, the clotheslining would likely end up with the Doc hanging limply impaled on Faenrovon's tail.

One could dream.

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

SOMEWHERE IN THE SOMETHING IN THE PLACE
FIGHTING A FRIGGIN DRAGON AND FACE MASK GIRL
NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME
OOC:
sorry bby you still luv me though


A certain feeling washed over Kaiden, as he began to feel the power of something external come over him. No, it wasn't his love for @[member="Steph Zenima"], (even though she wasn't exactly pretty), it wasn't the Havoc squad training, the Republic Commando training, the love for the Republic, his love for Step- already said that, his love for his armor, his love for his helmet, his love for his Republic, wasn't the love he had for Jedi- oh! IT WAS BATTLE MEDITATION! HE HADN'T FELT THIS ONLY but like every major engagement that the Republic seemed to get into. Doc grabbed unto the spike as it came to him, and realized...that he wasn't dead!

But he wasn't exactly in a good position either. He was now flinging along a dragon's tail. Great. Just great.

"I AM BECOME DEATH, I AM THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS!"

@[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"] @[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Jak Sandrow]

Jak arched a brow, and pointedly looked around him. Aside from a few distant hazy bright flashes, and the sounds of distant explosions, the fog had very thoroughly settled into where they were facing off.

"Umm... I don't see any witnesses, and if I say I downed a Jedi Master, I'd be telling the truth, especially if I knock you over. So they won't - shouldn't - sense any lie from me. Besides. It's not like they care about me at present anyway."

He sighed. "I don't wanna fight you either. Because you wouldn't exactly escape unscathed either."

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

 

[Mother Askani]

Bridge between Republic Plateaus

With her makeshift weapon, it was just as strong as any lightsaber, because of its force enhanced properties. This would provide good cover until her lightsaber began to work again. Holding her long wooden weapon in front of her in a two handed grip she was surprised at the arrival of her Master; Marek. He couldn't have come at a better time, after their brief confrontation a different side of Rexus had appeared. He was under a new influence, then she heard the screaming of her men behind her. She turned around to see them killing one another and themselves; this was outrageous. The facial expression on her face had become quite the sight. She began to lose her moral to fight, had she just condemned them all to their death? Taking a moment, she thought about her beliefs, and this was getting out of hand. She had been caught up in her quest for peace that her judgement was truly clouded. She shook her head, and when she refocused she saw Recus coming for her.

Sochi spun her weapon around quickly, colliding with the tip of Rexus' blades, changing their direction so she wouldn't be hit. After she decided to launch a counter attack, but she was to slow, and took the force of his kick, which sent her to the wall of the bridge, letting out a subtle scream once she made contact. Standing back up, she noticed the arrival of another, his initiation attack was a telekinetic attack, where he launched rocks towards her, she brought her free hand up and stopped the attack in mid air, making them land softly on the sides of her. Then she saw him leap into the air, she quickly pressed the ignition button, and her saber sparked, but didn't come on. She brought her wooden staff up and blocked his attack, moving her weapon quickly, so that his own momentum would bring him down towards the ground.

Sochi quickly maneuvered herself in between her two opponents, consistently pressing the ignition button of he rlightsaber in hopes of it coming on. It was almost there. She brought her wooden weapon up p, holding it in mid-air above her head. Her grip tight around it. She began looking around at all the injured and dead. She wanted to understand truly the cause behind this invasion.

@[member="Rexus Drath"] @[member="Marek S'hadar"] @[member="Zius Aurus"] @[member="Lucianus Adair"] @[member="Rasu Gan"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

BRIDGE EPSILON
@[member="Tallia Farn"] @[member="Cyrus Tregessar"] @[member="Evangeline Sage"]

As the Republic cavalry tackled the Force Recon boys and the heavily fortified Fringe end of the bridge, and as the flaming wistie attempted an assault on Tallia's eyes, Rasho lunged. The heavily armored Hutt's weapon of choice was a lightstaff proportional to his size, its blades a full third longer and broader than those of a standard lightsabre. His left lightstaff blade flashed out at Tallia's knees, then deactivated as he made a drastic downward strike with the right blade -- drastic in the sense that it required putting the deactivated left blade emitter almost up against his chest in a dangerous way for him. Ideally, it wasn't the kind of thing one saw coming.

 

[Kitt Solo]

OH BBY

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

Sweetheart, really? REALLY? Bemused expression flickered briefly across the rogue knight's face. She felt oddly at ease in the shadow of the dragon. And now there was an enemy clinging to a dragon's tail.

She didn't know whether to laugh or feel sorry for him.

Well, feth.

Pushing up her free hand, she sent a moderately strong force-push toward the clinger, with intent to pluck him off and high into the air so the dragon might snatch him out for a mid-morning, afternoonish snack. "You can't have a pie yet but how about some pop mancorn." Chin tilted up to the dragon's glorious jaws.

If she knew the dragon respected her as much as Ashin and Spencer, she would still be in a stupefied state of awe.

 

[Aran Finn]

@[member="Antares Windu"]

Alen growled. The laws of physics were not working as they should. There was a vergence in the Force here. A godly Padawan who could avoid a Force Shield that appeared directly in his face as he was running. Alen watched as the Shield did, wait for it ... no damage, merely stopping the Padawan? Alen growled again, ignoring everything else entirely. It was time to teach this stripling basic duel etiquette. One did not circumvent the laws of physics or shift several metres to avoid an attack. As such, pissed off by the lack of physics in this psychosphere, Na'Varro reached epic beatdown mode.

Basically, while Windu was busy slicing at at @[member="Break"], Na'Varro took advantage of his divided attention to use one of his most devastating Force powers, stopping Windu's attack with higher levels of Force power. Force Grip was Alen's business, he'd learned it from the best Master you could hope for, and its power directly correlated to his levels of rage. No physics means that Alen was raging at extremely high levels. New ground was being broken, so to speak. Reaching out with the tendrils of the Force, Alen reached out to seize Windu within a vice grip of Force energy. The amount of pressure he could put on a body was tremendous. Muscle and bone alike would give way under this devastating attack, delivering tremendous amounts of pain centering around the body's actual structure. Alen could kill a man like this. This was something he was very, very good at. However, he was watchful for any more physical anomalies, of which there had been plenty already.