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

[Gorba the Hutt]

Republic Landing / Beach head
Command Base

@[member="Avy Valla"]


A Drexl shrieked over Avy Valla's head as the enormous beast dived down toward the Republic encampment. Riding upon its back was Darth Orcus, encased in Orbalisk armor and wielding the Soulsaber. The Sith Lord leaped from his mount and slammed into the ground with a heavy thud. Orcus dispensed of the two Republic troopers guarding Avy's tent with several back hands that tossed the broken bodies into the air. The Drexl wheeled overhead, occasionally diving down to fend off any Republic soldier who tried to interfere in the conflict between the Jedi and Sith.

A nexus of Dark Side whirled around the Herglic, emanating from the Soulsaber in his hand. The Sith artifact enhanced his powers with Battlemind, filling him with a deep seated rage, while the Orbalisk parasites which covered his body fed upon the Dark Side. The venom from the parasites continually flooded his system, putting him in a constant state of pain. However, the Battlemind kept that pain dulled. So much so that Orcus could hardly tell if it was even there.

Dispiteous black eyes stared at the seated Jedi Master. Large lips peeled back over immense teeth as he smiled impossibly wide. "So, Jedi, this is how you bring about peace to the galaxy. By destroying any who disagree with your viewpoint. Hauum. Before I slay you, she-Jedi, I will let you think on the lives that could have been spared today. For I assure you, I will spare none."

With that, Darth Orcus activated the Soulsaber. The violet blade sprung out of the emitter's dragon jaws. Hungry flecks of red danced up and down its vibrant length. Orcus gathered the hurricane of the Force into him. I am the eye of the storm, he thought. Opening his maw, he unleashed a powerful Force Bellow like a blast wave from a bomb. It could rip limbs off, bust internal organs, and cause serious head trauma. More specifically, it could obliterate the Jedi Master in front of the seven foot tall, eight hundred pound Herglic.

"HAUUUUUUUM!"

The tent itself was ripped to shreds, completely obliterated by the power of his bellow. As for the Jedi inside...

 

[Darc Xavior Talus]

Approaching Command Center Omega
Target: @[member="Jared Ovmar"]
Mission: Recovery @[member="Ane'irna"]

The paladin flourished his emerald blade in the hectic battle surrounding him. In the distance he could see the incoming walkers plaguing the surface of O'reen. A wave of troopers had ambushed obligating him to deflect there barrage of blaster fire against him as he deflected with his lightsaber. He tumbled forward and moved behind a structure as he clenched his fist conjuring his protection bubble. He looked around the corner and another barrage came and made him flinch back behind the wall as pieces of gravel and dust scattered around. He waited for a gap in their movement and quickly tumbled back out into combat. The troopers continued to effortlessly fire upon him as the lasers deflected off the bubble. The paragon took his blade into a reverse grip and stood sideways extending a palm out to them. A shockwave of energy surged forward, knocking them off their feet.

Incoming tanks began to lock onto him and Darc quickly blazed forward in speed to keep himself from getting targeted. The tanks commenced their firing upon him as they left craters behind him. Then came more soldiers marching forward to barricade the paladin's advance. Darc used a sokan technique to flip and tumble away as now the other tanks made an effort to blast him into dust. He made a force aided jump and landed on one of the tanks, only to tumble more and gripping on a nearby pipe. The soldiers advanced forward and continued their fire upon him. The paladin's protection made an effort to deflect most of the shots, but eventually a few came through searing his armour and robes. He gripped at the pipe tighter and pulled himself up into a leap to the center of the tank. He conjured the Force and summoned a barrier to sustain the continuous blaster fire.

It almost seemed impossible without the help but with much of his stubbornness, Darc jumped down behind the tank and retreated away from the overwhelming attack on him. The paragon continued to press on all he could to approach his intended target. A structure that was mere meters away from his reach but heavily guarded.

 

[Isar]

SOMETHING THE SOMEWHERE PLATEAU
@[member="Kitt Solo"] @[member="Doc"]

The dragon snorted, fire sprouting from his nostrils. He flicked his tail up and then down toward the ground in an incredibly fast motion. Three possible outcomes. Number 1, the human would let go and go flying through the air. Number 2, his neck would be broken by the whiplash after he failed to release. Or lucky number 3, he would get smashed into the ground and impaled by one of the many spikes upon Faenrovon's tail.

Whirling around, Faenrovon opened his maw - intending to end this foolishness. A torrent of flame issued from his mouth and roiled toward Doc.

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna had heard some and not all of what was happening, bullets that rained in on her position she had to deflect away with her lightsaber, she could make out the figures of Jerrick and Rolland as they fought her dark eyes darted from one to the other, and then the mouse came in and all hell broke loose again. Rianna held her position.

Rianna tried to move just as one bullet hit her exposed leg, she screamed, and then quickly silenced it. It would do not good for anyone to know she was hurt. She quickly began to fight the pain, deflect the pain, but the blood. Dammit. She quickly ripped and tied off the gauze tieing off the wound, just as she started to get back up she saw Jerrick remove his helmet. Rianna rose up, and began to walk towards the two Czars, what she witnessed next.

Took away all reason, Rolland attacked Jerrick, as Rolland raised the blade, Rianna screamed out, "NO!!!" but it was too late in one swift move he had killed him. NO.. no...she shook her head and moved quickly over to them both, looking down at Rolland she fell to her knees checking Jerrick for life signs, "No...Oh gods no" She looked at Rolland, "Why???" He had stopped fighting he had.

Her friend was dead. Jerrick her stalker, was gone.

@[member="JerrickShado"]
@[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Heavily Guarded Command Center Omega
Target: @[member="Darc Xavior Talus"]

Standing before the massive structure, surrounded by plethora of troops, stood a figure encased head-to-toe in scarred Hyrda armor. The figure carried no lightsaber, but emanated power in the Force. He was, of course, Mikhail Shorn. His pale eyes both spotted and sensed Darc as the Jedi ran straight toward the heavily defended command center of the Fringe.

Shorn had been intending to be lazy this invasion, but seeing Darc just really got his dander up.

Reaching out in the Force, Mikhail grabbed Darc in a Force Choke.

"Time for round three, cupcake."

 

[Saki]

BETWEEN BRIDGES
@[member="Lucien Cordel"]

-SMACK- That was unexpected and Saki moved forward. The siths idea that once she started pulling back her attack was true, she could stop maybe but it was kind of like resisting some carnal acts. Squeeze to tight and it becomes painful instead of enjoyable as she moved with it and rolled forward. Tucking her legs in as her hands shot up tumbling until she felt it slam into her for a moment. The muscle tightening shock that propelled her forward. Making the knight bite her tongue as she fell forward on her knees. Her mouth filling with the taste of copper and wriggling of flesh where the synthetic flesh she had gotten to replace some of her tongue after Dac and Aerrah Katamirth was. Saki spit a line of blood, saliva and small chunk of tongue going onto the ground as she hopped back up and turned around. Blood coming from her mouth in two trails went down it.

Then she exhaled as the feeling of revitalization came, something she knew well enough and for a moment it surprised her, made her want to smile to that but she didn't have time. The battle meditation wasn't a permanent thing, it could be stopped easily enough and this wasn't the likes of Je'gan or Spencer Jacobs. Whoever was doing this was powerful but not on their level... Still as her mind raced she wasn't going to complain spitting out another glop of blood and saliva. Her fists clenching and ejecting the knuckler blades so Lucien knew she could have done more then just punches. Her smirk returned while the force pressed back into her body to control the pain and keep her going strong. Then it rippled going off in a small wave to make indentation in the ground at her feet as her muscles bulked up a little showing where her tattoo's were more defined under the robes.

Then she was off again coming at Lucien, letting the saber on her thigh be visible for a moment but not activating it. Her energy flared in a wash before she moved. Letting it roll off and charge him. The technique something she had ben taught and now with her hand went for a charging wampa, coming in to try and hit his chin with her left hand before quickly shifting to punch in the throat. The form for dealing with saber wielders unarmed Teräs Käsi not unknown to her but heavily practiced.

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

TUMBLE TUMBLE TUMBLE IN THE SKY
@[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"] @[member="Kitt Solo"]
Doc, despite his musings, was a man of principle and a man of skill, training, expertise, and that expertise was war. He closed his eyes as he let go of the dragon, feeling the upwind draft as the dragon threw him upwards. He soared through the air, the flames scorching the air below him, as he soared upwards. He opened his eyes after a moment, glancing at the sun. He narrowed his eyes, and turned towards the dragon. His fingers curled around his trench knife, and he gave off a roar. He came down towards the dragon, specifically, the crown of it's head. He aimed to scratch it's face, or at least, scratch it's eye. Doc was Havoc squad, the best of the misfits. They may have been misfits in the Army, but they were literally the best in the entire Republic army, and it was time for Doc to prove it. He drew his blaster pistol with his free hand, and fired towards the dragon, while falling as well.

Doc also realized, that he really didn't have much else of a plan.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

@[member="Jak Sandrow"]

"Then go" he said, shaking his head. "Nobody will know we spoke. There isn't any reason for us to fight, Jak" he said, with a sigh. "If you knocked me down now, nobody would even know, and probably think you're lying"

He sighed, his eye catching a familiar sight in the distance. A Hutt, one that he fought on Korriban, going after Tallia Farn. His head whipped back toward Jak.

"Make a decision, Sandrow. I need to go protect my fellow Jedi" he said. "Because unlike the Fringers, which don't care about you, I actually give a damn about the people I work with"

 

[Seydon of Arda]

@[member="Jaxton Ravos"]
O'Reen - High Orbit

They came roaring in from the east on a levanter wind. Master Ravos, ordinarily, kept close councils. He was a clash of methodical spontaneity, in that, when a course was chosen the whole of his energies were committed to seeing it through, assaulting each issue with quick-footed strategy. They'd peeled from Hagron's World aboard Freighter and Guncutter respectively. Hyperspace was spent in partial anxiety. Rumour ran the usual mills, predicting in certain terms Republic interests on acquired O'Reen. Navi-Comp's classified the realm was standard terrestrial, moderate gravity, a Fortress World. Missive's had been sent in good faith to hopefully extract potential defector's if conscience's ran too high. Jaxton decided against waiting on eventual word.

The frigate lumbered through a transition-stutter into Realspace. The Iron Snake followed in behind, closing the left flank. Distantly, O'Reen was swaddled in punctured clouds smearing with bleary catches of inky smog. Light-blips chained together; others lit hotly and glowed across their after-vision. At high tide floundered Republic vessels, juxtaposed with a bulk of Fringe warships. Seroth dulled his canopy lights, struck off a combination of digital flicks. Beneath the pectoral wings rattled smooth mechanics. Paired turbolasers and quad-barreled pop-out cannons snapped down.

"Any word yet?" He called over encrypted channel.

 

[Jak Sandrow]

"You won't stop me if I... 'do my job'?" he asked, indicating his rifle. "I have to do this."

He gave a sorrowful grin. "Catch up on Tatooine later?" he asked, hefting his rifle - not at Josh.

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

 

[Judas of Vahl]

LOCATION: Plateaus near Omega Command Center (@[member="Darth Vornskr"] @[member="Mikhail Shorn"])
TARGET: @[member="Darc Xavior Talus"]
OBJECTIVE: #TeamNuclearHolocaust

The Silk-6 Swoop Bike's engine churned as the Sith King adorned in battle armor revved the control yolk, leading the company-sized element of 501st Legionnaires and Black Iron Immortals into battle. Of course, he wasn't alone. His old comrade and worthy rival @[member="Darth Vornskr"] rode in the swoop adjacent to him, donned in his own set of unique armor. Defect stormtroopers and Massassi warriors accompanied by Kaine's personal legion, of course they were going to feth things up.

"Elements, break off into zonal attack pattern." The King roared above the hum of the engines as the unit cascaded over a dusty hill, bringing their target into their line of sight. The presence seemed...familiar yet different. It was power on a totally different level, but quite equal to his own skills. Yellow eyes narrowed as a dual phase saber was withdrawn, extending to full length of about a meter and a half, its crimson end aiming directly at his foe.

"FIX BAYONETS!"​

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The rally cry resounded as warriors gripped electrostaffs and pikes and let out war cries to their heart's content.

 

[Kitt Solo]

When a girl thought she had seen it all and was proven wrong...

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

Keeping her legs wide apart due to the rumbling earth from the dragon's tail and the man's flying trapeze-act - the guy had skill - she raised the M2 bolter and lined up the shot. The rounds were explosive. A light breeze sifted through burnt-chestnut strands of hair and brushed passed the tip of her nose. Adjusting her shot, and using that magical, invisible thing known as the force, her index finger squeezed down on the trigger.

The explosive rounds headed toward the position Doc's falling body would fill in the space above the dragon's head in 3...2...1...

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh watched Jak curiously. He raised his lightsaber, staring his friend down.... His eyes boring through him in warning.

"What are you doing, Jak" he said coldly.

@[member="Jak Sandrow"]

 

[Isar]

ON THE SOMETHING SOMEWHERE PLACE PLATEAU
@[member="Kitt Solo"] @Doc

Pistol rounds ricocheted off of Faenrovon's scabrous hide. Though one glancing shot found an opening in the scales and punched through. Blood leaked from the wound atop the dragon's head.

However, Kitt's fire had given enough of a warning and distraction that Faenrovon's head snaked quickly out of Doc's path, while his maw opened up and unleashed another blast of flame that seared through the air. The fire would melt away any shrapnel raining down on Faenrovon from the explosive rounds of Kitt's weapon, while also serving to cook Doc alive. Hopefully.

 

[Jak Sandrow]

Jak sighed. There would be no easy way, then.

"You need to go help your troops - fighting my allies. I need to go help my troops - fighting your allies. Either way, we both do our duty. That's all."

He indicated where another battle was taking place somewhere behind him. "I need to help these guys out. You need to help those guys out," he said, pointing behind Josh. "Now, I propose we never saw each other here. Sound okay?"

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

 

[Break]

Break would not let the padawan escape now, he and Alen had him on the run. He would ready his plasma shot he would not escape this time. Break would wait for the sound of coughing or vomiting to give the position of his prey. His acute hearing picked up that Alen doing something with the force but what that was Break did not know he just took it as help and accepted it nonetheless. Break stood ready for the padawan to reveal his position.

@[member="Alen Na'Varro"] @[member="Antares Windu"]

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

SOME BRIDGE
OBJECTIVE: HIT HIM WITH YOUR BEST SHOT, EPISODE II

@[member="Ordo"]

...Was that guy singing? Finally, a bastard crazier than Hannibal was. The cyborg was surprised in the Mandalorian's choice of evasive maneuvers. Hannibal himself would have dove for cover, bolted to either side, pulled a mook in front of him... But this guy faceplanted. It worked more than it should have, that was for sure. The bullets whizzed over his head, smacking some Republic schmuck in the chest and causing a minor explosion that sent the goon flying. Hannibal, momentarily confused by the face plant, hesitated in his follow-up and lowered his rifle to get a better look at the prone Mandalorian.

"Wh-what?"

And then that moment of confusion was gone, replaced with steely clarity and a renewed desire to pump this guy full of unnecessarily explosive lead. Hannibal raised his rifle again, took aim, and this time unleashed a fully automatic storm of bullets at Ordo.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

LOCATION: Plateaus near Omega Command Center (@[member="Darth Arcis"] @Mikhail Shornhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/542-mikhail-shorn/)
TARGET: @[member="Darc Xavior Talus"]
OBJECTIVE: #TeamNuclearHolocaust


Kaine brought his speeder up around to idle next to Darth Arcis' speeder, and behind him formed up a force of combined Black Iron Immortals, 501st Legionaires, and various Massassi warriors all astride speeder bikes armed with pikes and lances. "The moment is at hand! The Republic's reckoning has come at last, and we brothers and sisters, will be the instrument of it's glorious annihilation!" Bellowed Kaine as Arcis gave the order to fix bayonets, and all of the warriors organized behind them brandished their pikes and lances, many of them roaring war chants and death promises at their foes ahead. Kaine removed one of his new lightsabers from his belt, and activated it's crimson blade and brought it parallel with Arcis' saber staff.

"Bringeth now the flame that will cleanse all those who stand before us, and those that survive will be thrown onto the burning corpse pyre! Join with me my brothers as we march to endless glory! CHARGE!"

And with that the lines of speeder cavalry surged forth into a whirlwind of death and destruction...

 

[Avy Valla]

Republic Landing / Beachhead
Command Base

Avy had paid no heed to the massive beast that lumbered within the command base. Attacking as a mindless animal was prone to do. Silently she remained; staying within the concentraction of Battle Meditation until the very last moment. As the beast bellowed out its attack her eyes opened. Her hands shooting up from their position in her lap as she stood. Silent she remained as the tent was torn and shattered around her. The Jedi Padawan and her own teacher safe behind Avy as she quietly stepped forward.

"I do not kill. I teach. I do not maim. I heal. I do not cause conflict. I seek resolution."

As Avy stepped from the tent; her hands remained before her. The energy of the Force attack set upon her swirled slowly and carefully before her as she silently sighed. Force Defelection was a useful skill indeed, one which was a life saver. Looking upon the beast she pushed her hands forward, unleashing the remnants of the attack upon @[member="Hion the Herglic"].

"You still have a choice. You can forgo the Dark Side and return to the light. Redemption is always there for those whom seek it. For those whom are not entirely corrupted. Step away from this path and show that the Dark Side had no sway upon you."

Avy spoke gently as a mother would to a child whom thought themselves in trouble. The serentity and compassion echoing upon each word as she kept her eyes focused upon Hion. Her hands once more clasped before her, resting as she smiled lightly.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Hood"] @[member="Kiyala Demont"]


Iella, connected through the force to the landscape coupled with her abilities of precognition in farsight, saw the Jedi Padawan and his arrow before it even took flight. She dodged as it existed the vortex, the arrow fizzing past her and out of harms way. Her eyebrow raised as she realised the arrow was aimed for her. A Jedi Padawan attacking a Master of the Order.

The vortex dropped as she lowered her hand. The limp body of the woman on the ground bloody with the effects of the speed. She approached the woman, her lightsaber extended toward her. The closer she got, Iella realised it was an illusion. Since the woman seemed to have fled, Iella moved back to support the others.