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

[Ordo]

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

Ordo pushed up to his knees and then to kneel on the deck when he saw a couple....shabla full auto streams of freakin explosive can openin sons of hawkbats ripping a path at the no good dirty Striil that he be.

"Ahh, Come On!" He said as the first round hit him in the chest and blew him back a meter or three. The dent in his chestplate and blood on his tongue gave him the distinct impression that "Sparky" needed a big Mando hug.

The other rounds dropped around him as he started running to avoid the steel rain that was his knew life.

"Singing in the rain..." Ordo said as he finally got the osik out of his head and fired his jetpack.

"Ima comin big boy."

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

The body fell to the ground but weirdly it made no sound as it fell limp and lifeless. If not for a greater effect and also much needed distraction Kiyala's body would seemingly begin to light up with flames. Her eyes expressed supreme pain as she continued her act all the while utilizing the the force talent inertia to reverse the momentum on the arrow shot by the @[member="Hood"] which was dodged by the the Jedi. As Kiyala's body seemingly dissolved into nothingness the arrow would be flying with all its enhanced glory towards the Jedi's back. And though the jedi seemed to have a knack for farsight it should be noted that farsight only works on what is actually physically viewable and enhancing that so unless this Jedi had eyes grafted in the back of her head she didn't her easily avoiding her attack.

Kiyala then would be revealed bi-secting the Republic medical soldiers one by one gaining much needed nourishment off of their deaths. Her illusion had work it seemed as Iella never seemed to notice that she never truly caught Kiyala in the vortex thus wasting copious amounts of energy on the air. She needed the jedi distracted a little longer so she boosted the dark sided waves of the deaths that would ring in harmony with the numerous deaths occurring on this battlefield.

@[member="Iella E`ron"]

 

[Saren Kel-Varad]

((OOC: This character is taking detailing the immediate response of the Force Recon units, but is not taking control of them. That will be detailed in Cyrus' post. /OOC))

Saren hit the ground just in time to see the Republic speeders form up and charge, ostensibly to break through the formation of soldiers in front of them and get to the other side of the bridge. He had barely regained his balance from the drop, which had been a couple of feet too high up, when he saw one of the aforementioned speeders bearing down on him, power lance outstretched. Combat reflexes kicked in, and Saren threw himself to the side, crashing down on the hard stoney floor just moments before the speeder zoomed past, the lance head missing by inches.

The soldier behind him was not so lucky, and got speared straight through. Saren snapped a few maser shots off at the speeder pilots back in retaliation, then got to his feet and ran for cover. A creeping feeling of doubt had emerged out of nowhere. It felt... wrong. Unnatural. He glanced at the man who had just been run threw, who was scrabbling on the ground as if in shock, wondering if that was what had affected him. But hell, he'd seen death and blood before, and far worse wounds than a power lance through the chest.

Around him, the other Force Recon soldiers appeared to suffering similar effects. At least a dozen had been hit by the advancing bikes, though only a handful seriously, but even that was unusual. Cavalry charges had faded from military use centuries or even millennia ago for a reason, and the Force Recon were among the best soldiers fielded by the Galactic Empire (or were they the Fringe now). It took a certain lack of awareness to just stand in place and get speared by a lance.

Just as quick as it had appeared, the feeling vanished. Saren shook his head and activated the tactical display in his HUD to get a clearer view of things. Whoever was in command had rerouted the remaining Hellhawks to cut off the Republic speeders at the other end of the bridge, and with them went most of the Force Recon units as well. Only about 60 were on this side, though so far there wasn't any clear opposition. Besides the Jedi, currently engaged in a duel with a Sith... Hutt? Hey at least they weren't lying when they said Join the Army and See the Galaxy.

The Jedi was their target, then. "Nomad Team this is Warlord, target is a human female currently fighting a Hutt. Mark positions on tactical display and spread out for a standard encirclement pattern. Ajax you've got interference if necessary."

If the other Force Recon soldiers knew what Saren and his team were about, they showed no indication of it. They advanced quickly and professionally across the plain, keeping a wide berth around the forcer duel. Their objective was to secure the bridge to allow for the passage of regular forces, who would be closing in any minute now.

Ajax and Bael were to the north of the Jedi, while Wolf and Saren himself were to the south. As long as she remained distracted by the Hutt, surrounding her would be a simple matter.

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

 

[Arumi Zy]

@Je'gan Olra'en @[member="Aleidis Ijet"]
(( Ok had to think, i am going to put it in order of how i think it happened, my defense and then your attempts Aledis. My minds befuddled tonight so bear with me )

A small victory for a small loss, the dark one thought as he saw sensed the pain sear through his opponent. That small victory had cost him in his defense well enough he might not possibly recover. He spat as he smelt the burning smell of fabric as the twisted his body trying to move out of the strike, he felt the hissing blade cross his wrist as he put enough distance between them to bring his own saber up and deflect the gut rake. He looked down at his trench coat which was now ruined, he tapped his Mandalorian armor, the sole reason he still had a hand. The armor was modified to a version he called his duelist armor, not like the bulky full suits his kin rellied upon this consisted of forearm, wrist, chest and shin guards.

" I under estimated you old man, i guess this won't be easy. You owe me a new trench. Huh" The sith lord's offhand saber disappeared in a flash as reflexes honed by a thousand years of battle kicked in. he twirled back and went into a practice, yet chaotic dance of flashes as he twirled his own body to dodge and deflect the light foil that was trying to fully disarm him. Tattered remnants of his trench fell to the earth exposing his armor and the mesh clothing he wore. A plethora of blades and knives adorned his body and two swords crossed over his back. The Dark lord gripped one quickly into his off hand, his beloved Beskar'kad. The Mandalorian swords of his ancestors, the blades of iron and blood that had fell many more men then even he could fathom. He growled at the new girl and took a more defensive stance, giving way to instinct and experience to fend off this newest assault.
" bloody Hell are you"

 

[Lucianus Adair]

As ideal as it would have been to have the Jedi choose the lesser of two evils, it appeared he did not have to. There was always the possibility that the energy of Force lightning could be absorbed - as a deft manipulator of energy, Lucianus was well aware of the fact. He could apply energy in ways that were not lightning… though it was certain that this one would mitigate the effects with ease. It could very well be a waste of time, between that and the armour. This so-called Jedi necessitated other avenues.

So, when the fist slammed for his gut, Adair took heed of the split-second warning missive from the Force, and evaded the strike by twisting to the left, coming around in an arc and dropping into a sweeping kick at the back of the legs of @[member="Marek S'hadar"] in an effort to fell him backwards, while slamming the near-black blade of his lightsaber into Marek from behind with one hand and the inky black, predatory anger of decisiveness, while the other hand compelled the Jedi backwards with a deep pull of the Force, which would impale the Jedi, in effect…

...and the hope was that this would make @[member="Darth Proeliator"] very difficult to avoid, with any evasive maneuver from the Jedi.

 

[Tallia Farn]

Tallia surged forward towards the Sith, her eyes burning as brightly as her violet lightsaber. She was about to take a swing when something strange came buzzing at her. She didn't so much see as she felt the tiny presence in the force. She instinctively leaped upwards with a burst of energy, rising above the Hutt and getting out of the trajectory path of the small flying creature. This jump saved her from the Hutt's deceptive physical attack from his lightstaff. It was a stroke of luck and circumstance that had kept her from being severely burned then having her skull split in two.

She landed behind the Hutt and rolled to her feet, pivoting around to throw a slash at his back. It was merely to keep him distracted while she recovered her wits, but could have possibly connected with something important. Tallia had little time to check as she reviewed the situation. Her lance troopers would soon overrun the fringe soldiers if their luck could hold. The power lances were dangerous weapons able to rip through even the strongest of vehicle hulls when in the hands of a good soldier. They could easily tear ground forces apart. This scenario was assuming that she could hold off, not one, but probably two Sith. The chances of her winning the fight were slim, but if she played her cards right she believed she could hold them off long enough for her troops to mop up the area and call for reinforcements.

During her several second long assessment of the area, she realized several presences surrounding her. There numbers matched a reduced group of Force Recon's after being hit by her biker team. There were still more than enough to be a threat though. "I'm so glad I'm the center of attention today." She thought grimly.

Tallia stepped back from the Hutt and shouted into her earpiece again. "I need someone to mop up those Recons!"

"We're coming around for a second pass now ma'am." a gravelly officer responded.

@[member="Rasho the Hutt"] @[member="Saren Kel-Varad"] @[member="Evangeline Sage"] @[member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

@[member="Jak Sandrow"]

"Fine" he said, with a sigh. "But if you attack my allies in my presence Jak, or dare I say, attack me from behind... I won't hesitate anymore. I have nothing left to lose, and if you betray me, I don't do betrayal very well" he warned coldly, before walking off warily.

He looked around... He raised his saber to block a blaster shot from a soldier. Blocking it, and blocking another, Josh began walking toward it before angling his lightsaber just right, sending the third blaster bolt back into the face of his adversary.

He wasn't going to do himself much good in the open battlefield.... He closed his eyes, reaching into the White Current.... And disappeared.

 

[Dredge]

Dredge was covered from the incoming bodies being buried by them, the force of the attack had caused him to miss the attack from the bounty hunter mercinary or whatever it was the creepy dude with the Mohawk was. Being burried dredge coughed a bit then sighed. This was really really becoming a long day. Though he can't say he wasn't enjoying himself ten plus pages of Dredge fighting Rasu was great. But sadly with the showing up of the Mohawk guy it had to end. Dredge needed help and he knew it, digging himself out the Jedi didn't waste time on following up her attack. Grabbing one of the dead bodies dredge pushed it in front of him so it's head would be sliced off rather than his own. Backing up now both staffs still in hand he had two more things he could rely on. Roaring as loud as he could the ground began to rumble around him. Suddenly giant worm like creatures over ten metered long were summoned to his aid

On them rode various Vong firing their bug rifles at them, but dredge would need more than just NPCs. He would need a battle buddy to help win against his foes. For in this current situation he would be screwed against a three on one assault against the Jedi and the Kiss fan girl who quite literally teleported to where they were fighting. Standing up he roared at them as he ran forward to meet Rasu once more. The two of them had history and they would not be interrupted by a bounty hunter with PTSD. "Die Jedi!" the Vong overlord came at her again staffs hissing and roaring as they bit at her smearing and hissing the Vong pressed the attack on the Jedi hissing and snapping they would not stop until they tasted her flesh again.

As for the creatures who had just entered they began to roll and crawl their way over to the padawan and Preliat to take then both down. They were giant and more than capable of taking a few stabs from a lightsaber or a few blaster shots. The creatures would crush them or the riders on top would shoot them down. Either way they were pretty much screwed cause Preliat was here. Mandos are the ultimate perfect warriors after all and there is nothing that could stop their might. But all joking aside the bugs would trample what came across them before they were gunned down or sliced. @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Rasu Gan"] @Yinchi I forget his name @[member="The Wrathful One"] http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Sgauru

 

[Ashin Varanin]

BRIDGE EPSILON
@[member="Tallia Farn"] @[member="Evangeline Sage"] @[member="Saren Kel-Varad"]

How she'd jumped up and forward to evade a downward strike, he'd never know, but she'd pulled it off. He contemplated Force-pushing her as she was in the air above him, but opted against it. When she landed, his lightstaff was already spinning behind him to ward off her strike, its second blade reactivated.

As she took the time to call her troopers, he took the time to turn around. "You do realize," he rumbled, "that twenty-five men on speeder bikes won't ever get through those fortifications alive. Right?"

Lightning! Lightning everywhere. He might not have specialized in it, but he was still a Sith Master with all that implied. His lightning split and arced out around her, to converge on her like claws from several directions.

 

[Basaba Willamina]

YOU GET A BREAKER
YOU GET A BREAKER
YOU ALL GET BREAKERS
@[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"] @Eldoc Quast

Basaba moved from her location, letting the one fringer and jedi battle it out as she ejected the twin blades from the wrist gauntlet and slashed into the throat of another soldier. Ignoring them for the one jedi she could see as the grenade launcher fired with twin pops onto the platform. The forcebreakers going sending the gas out but there was more to it as her eyes flicked onto the targets. One a large vong and she rolled firing another grenade become the clicking of her voice filter came out. The clicking and ticks before the shoulder cannons fired in an attempt help the jedi and push the enemies back. Her baskad coming to her side as the grenade launcher went to the ground out of ammo. Her eyes training on the aerosolized gas cloud her helmet protected her from breathing. "Je'tii hold your breaths." The audio coming out while the bladesister smirked ready for the fight. There was enough there to make it a fair fight while the cannons tracked targets she was flicking them towards enemies.

 

[Darth Metus]

What was that? Up in the sky?

Was it a bird? No...Was it a starfighter? No...It was Superman Josiah Denko!

He sat within the pilot's seat of a Hornet Airspeeder, one of the few gifts he had taken from his former job within the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Now, as a full-time member of the Jedi Order, the young Master guided his vessel through the air, headed from the Republic Command atop the first of the six spires. While apprenhensive about launching an invasion so swiftly after the conclusion of the Great Sith War, Josiah jumped at the opportunity to face the Fringe Confederation on the field of battle once more. After all, the duel between he and the former Sith Empress had come to a premature conclusion; and he still bore the scars from that encounter. To say the least, he had come to terms with the role of an ally and had made his peace with the reasons as to why the Galactic Republic now engaged the Fringe Confederation this day.

His hands shoved the flight stick forward, guiding the Hornet through the skies towards the ongoing fighting on the Bridge. At the climax of this rapid descent, he set the airspeeder to auto-pilot and disembarked: sliding open the door and leaping down to the ground below. The drop was only a few feet and concluded with a roll and bouncing up to a ready stance, the first of three lightsabers in hand. With but a flick of his finger, its golden blade erupted into existence with the typical "snap hiss". Josiah's eyes scanned the ongoing battle unfolding before him: Republic and Fringe forces clashed all about and carnage was the only word that could adequately describe the scene. Garbed in his armor, the Jedi felt no reservations about charging forward, relying upon his skill with the saber to deflect blaster bolts as they came.

Whilst he moved forward along the Bridge, his Hornet did as programmed and ascended through the air until leveling off over the battlefield. It quickly moved past the point of clash between the two armies and began to unleash its payload of canisters into the Fringe forces. Of course, a handful of tear gas canisters would not do that much against a massive, rampaging horde; but damage was damage nonetheless. As this action went on, the Jedi Master saw the Grandmaster of the Order standing before a Fringemen; and while he was still many steps out, Josiah decided to engage as best he could. Being a master of the telekinetic arts, it was an elementary task for him to reach out and seize a chunk of metal from a decimated tank nearby and hurl it. Like a stone hurled by a catapalt, the metal sang through the air at a rapid pace, specifically aimed at where the Fringeman stood.

Of course, the Grandmaster would have to get out of the way too...but then again, this was the motherkarking Grandmaster. She could glare at the thing and have it disintegrate if she wanted to.

@[member="Penumbra"], @[member="Selena Halcyon"].

 

[Selena Halcyon]

@[member="Penumbra"], @[member="Josiah Denko"]

Why do they always speak? Selena thought. A genuine question in her own mind. It seemed that the forces of the darkside were incapable of just fighting, they had to spout something about their righteous cause. While Selena heard the words, unless something rang true or held legitimate sentiments then nothing much was to be said on her part. The Grandmaster did not want to be here. However, the aura of the darkside that came from the man justified her presence. The planet was riddled in it. She could feel it moving through the flow of the Force throughout the planet just because of those that had come here. The way they twisted and altered it, shifting the natural way that the Force moved.

She opened herself up to the Force even more fully, increasing her sensory abilities. Her mind focusing on the way that the Force moved and flowed in and around this attacker. The blades were clearly formed with the darkside in mind. She would have guessed that anyways, but the way that they played at the Force's movements around him told her what she needed to know. He was dangerous. She could tell that much. How dangerous would remain to be seen, but the deeper she delved into the Force the more aware she would become aware of his movements.

Her concentration was not just on the Sith though. She felt the movement of the flow of the Force throughout the area. A twinge of caution flared in her mind as she was made aware of the alteration of the flow of the Force to send a metal chunk at her? No, the angle was wrong. It was from an ally? Yes, the presence was familiar to her, vaguely. Still, with a deft move she shifted her weight and pivoted away. The metal chunk barely moving by her by centimeters, but she knew that they would miss her. She need not expend more energy than necessary. It also allowed her to make herself thinner in relation to the darksider, with her lightsaber lit in front of her. While not normally a fencer she could stay in this position for now sense it was only natural because of Josiah's attack.

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

Leori blinked. Through the Force she heard and felt Rasu Gan's screams. Only a massive amount of pain and suffering would alert her this urgently. That normally meant poison. And since the Vong were on the surface, it was most likely their poison that was now coursing through the veins of a Jedi. Already she had started running. Each time she blinked there was a new scene before her eyes. The Jedi Master was rapidly propelling herself toward the source of the pain.

She reached Rasu Gan within minutes, and could see that her arm was bleeding. And there was a lot more on the ground. More than there should have been. Perhaps the Jedi had already expelled the venom from her veins. Leori closed her eyes and used the Force to look into the wound. She could not feel the poison any longer. That was good. The majority of the work was already done. And it wouldn't spread. Leori moved her hands over the would and pushed Force energy into her blood, stimulating the natural healing abilities of her body and speeding them up to clot the wound. It wasn't safe to stop and stitch the wound, so she had to heal it from the inside out.

@[member="Rasu Gan"]

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Zius landed into the dirt, slowing his descent by concentrating on the Force. After landing, he stood and turned around to face Sochi, noticing the man whom already had intentions on brutalizing the Jedi; however, this would not lessen his desire to kill without mercy. Zius burst into a Force speed induced sprint which would also be reinforced and amplified by his internal mods. He'd break into Ataru once again, jumping into her figure with a Force push improvised as a bash, attempting to knock her off her feet with great blunt force and velocity. If successful, he'd follow by trying to thrust into her chest with his crimson instrument of war, and an extension of the Force and himself.

Now was the time where his true colours would bleed into light as a Jedi Hunter. This was his nature, this was his duty.

@[member="Sochi Ru"] @[member="Rexus Drath"]

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

The speeders acting like cavalry was unexpected. At least speederbikes were faster than horses, but the effect of them charging an entrenched defensive position would've been about the same. Or charging tanks, for that matter, and right about now four ART-45 Harbringer Tanks were approaching the remaining bikers. They opened fire at long range with high-explosive shells from their 120mm Mass Drivers, at the same time as a flight of the UA-101's came in on a strafing run again. As they closed they began to utilize the turret-mounted Blaster Cannons, and finally the vulcan repeating blasters, which, designed to engage incoming missiles, would have little trouble tracking the much slower one-man vehicles.

The Force Recon soldiers engaged the bikes at much closer ranges, timing their attacks in between the volleys from the tanks. They threw smoke and explosive grenades to scatter the bikes formation, then darted in to close range, where the bikes would limited in their room to gain speed, and the soldiers had the advantage of maneuverability. Then, after several maser shots at close range and the ranks of the bikers hopefully in disarray, they would run out under cover of smoke, just in time for another volley of cannon fire from the hovertank and strafing pass by the Hellhawks. They suffered some casualties, of course, but their armor was designed for close range fights, and no single squad was yet taken out of action, though most had dead or wounded by now.

Textbook work against an armored enemy, but it appeared to be working well enough on the speeders as well, especially as their attention seemed divided on both sides of the bridge. If all else failed, it would be a simple matter to have the still-approaching AT-SA just target the center of the bridge with anti-personnel shells and turn it into a an exclusion zone.

Absentmindedly, Cyrus noticed a flyer approaching the battlefield at high speed. He thought about tasking a few of the Hellhawks to intercept, then reconsidered. Instead he ordered to nearest AT-SA to shoot it down, and a moment later it fired a volley of four Air Intercept Missiles at @[member="Josiah Denko"] Hornet Airspeeder.

@[member="Tallia Farn"]

 

[Jak Sandrow]

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

Jak nodded, and turned away. If he was going to betray someone - which he preferred not to do - it wouldn't be his friend either way.

Jetting off, he soon realized he had lost the appetite for battle. In fact... he didn't feel that good at all.

It wasn't poison. It wasn't hunger. It wasn't anything physical.

It was the sickening realization that he had probably lost another friend.

He jetted into the clouds below, where his ship hovered, waiting.

And Jak left the battle off O'reen to be decided by others.


[OOC: Wish I could stay, but that's as far as Jak goes IC. He is outta there.]

 

[Commander Lusk]

Rolland had stopped crying, he was done crying. She did this, she turned Jerrick against him. "You did this." Rolland seethed with rage, the dark side oozed from the man, she could sense his pain, his anguish, the sheer volumes of rage that cascaded around him. Setting his brother's head down Rolland reached for the only weapon he had left, the knife gifted to him by the fringe for his help on Kifu. Rolland now remained quiet as he turned his head towards the woman. Rolland still did not know who hecwas before everything that happened. All he knew in this life were two things, killing and his brother who now lay dead in his arms slain by his own hands.

Jerrick was dead, there was no changing that right now. The skill on his faceplate stared coldly into his eyes as Rolland aimed his knife and plunged it straight for the Jedi healers guts. He was quite thoroughly pissed off and now he would have his vengeance. But perhaps the Jedi could fufil Jerrick's request and give Rolland back the life that had been stollen from him. Give back the memories taken by the empire. Though right now she needed to worry about the knife headed towards her squishy bits @[member="Rianna Organa"]

 

[Shinju]

@[member="Iella E`ron"]

Shinju skipped as she went about it, there wasn't much to do and everyone seemed to be engaged but there was far more to it as she danced around. The initial target seemed to disappear but now she saw someone she knew well. From Valen and smiled seeing Iella as her saber remained in her hand and Shinju went towards one of the bridges. So much going on for it while she moved to sit up there and sang to herself a little letting her chainblade rev up.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4jaUaUu8k0

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Arumi Zy"] @[member="Aleidis Ijet"]

"I see you've met my heir, Master Aleidis Ijet, Barsen'thor of the Jedi Order, former Supreme Chancellor of the Republic. I taught her everything I know. Like me, she's a Lightsider. Like me, she's here to stop the Republic."

A powerful illusion descended over Arumi -- a White Current illusion, not a mentalism effect that a Master could see through. Aleidis, as a high-level White Current practitioner, would be able to see through it with focus. Arumi...good fething luck. He would have to trust his instincts.

Because he was now surrounded by a maze of mirrors.

Spoiler

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Basaba Willamina"] @[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]

OOC:
Dredge, could you please cut back on the fourth-wall breaking? It makes your posts kind of hard to read sometimes.

Preliat was fluid in his motion, the first slice coming for the pincers. Preliat roared his mighty roar, and didn't go even flinch when it came to him. The beast opened it's mouth, and threw it's saliva over the area, and Preliat reacted accordingly. He sliced off one of the feeder tendrils that came towards him, and then, quickly, tossed up a thermal detonator from his belt, and threw it upwards. The beast quickly grabbed it, and pulled the activation. Preliat smiled, and sliced off another tendril, before jetpacking upwards. The beast swallowed it, and then hunched over as it's insides exploded outward, but her armored skin didn't note the explosion very much. Preliat jetpacked back towards the Vong, and snarled at him, as he jumped downwards, his Beskad coming high above his head, and then came crashing down-mid jump, in a brutal slash downwards.