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

[Hood]

Glancing to his quiver for a second, 22 Durasteel, 9 Stunners, and 4 explosives left. Drawing swiftly, as the arrow he fired seemed to return to its original course, set on the master. She seemed to have a talent with FarSight, but how many objects could she see and follow? 3 Standards were notched, all trained on the master for a split second before being let free once more.

Nocking an explosive to follow suit, Hood loosed it as well. The head was small, less then the average hand grenade, but it was still plenty enough to blow a hole through metal. If it hit anywhere near her, it would be devastating. Then to add 4 other regular - yet still deadly - also seeking her out. Letting his bow drop to his side he began to concentrate...

The master couldn't possibly expect the explosive would be beyond capable of following, thanks to his trainings with the Ysanna, near anything he wished - and the explosive wouldnt blow until he pressed the detenator.

@[member="Kiyala Demont"] @[member="Iella E`ron"]

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

Power Lances may well have been a powerful weapon, but their method of employment was... archaic, at best. Sure, under certain conditions a Lancer unit could be effective, especially against an overconfident, incompetent, or simply unaware enemy. But the forces under Cyrus' command were not that. They were veteran infantry and tankers of the former Galactic Empire, and they were ready for an attack.

The ART-45 Harbringer was slow, at least as far as repulsorcraft went, but it had been designed with maneuverability in mind. Furthermore it mounted a pair of Gatling blasters specifically designed to deal with fast moving targets. Envisioned to be anti-armor infantry units, but lancers fit the description just as well. It wasn't perfect, but it was close. The armor and shielding on the Harbringer tanks made them very hard targets, but there was only so much you could do to cover up repulsorskis. The four tanks (one platoon) closed together to minimize the gaps in their fields of fire, but as they did so an intrepid lancer came in low, practically scraping the ground and tore a gash out of one tanks left set of skis. It skewed to the right and dove into the ground hard before the either the tank commander or failsafes kicked in, disabling the rest of the skis, and settling the tank down as a immobile battery.

The other tanks were having none of that, and each began to fire off their rockets as soon as any lancers approached. The high-explosive warheads were set to point-detonation, so as soon as they got a safe distance from the vehicle they detonated, sending up a cloud of shrapnel that would be almost certain death for any speederbike pilot who continued into it.

At this point, the lone AT-SA finally lumbered into range and disgorged its company of 50 stormtroopers. The soldiers milled about for a few moments then, taking stock of the situation, formed into neat ranks, presenting a triple layered field of fire to any lancer foolish enough to charge at them. So deployed, they began to advance slowly.

The only respite for the lancers came from the ~60 or so Force Recon troops deployed, who consolidated their positions and policied their injured. It was a practical move more than anything, attempting to wade into the melee between the tanks and the speeders would have presented too much of a risk for friendly fire. Instead they took what cover they could and made sure their lines of fire were clear if the bikes decided to try and retreat.

@[member="Tallia Farn"]

 

[Steph Zenima]

DO YOU BELIEVE IN ANGELS?

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

Dashing through the sky, on a JT-12 jetpack, vomiting down below, laughing all the way...

HO HO HO.

Like a flea hopped up on space meth Steph Zenima bounced across the sky, bowling over allies and enemies alike. It was the definition of Havoc in it's purest form. The woman actually lost a boot as she bowled into a collection of NPCs who would never get a mention again. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No.

It's the Queen of Crack herself, soaring not-so-majestically through the air.

Havoc Squad had hit turmoil, loss of life, loss of morale, just lost. Their commander had sadly petered away into a drunken stupor of no return, other members simply just splintered off and disappeared as if they had no interest in the first place. Steph herself had been creeping back into familiar ruts as the chains that had bound her to Havoc had been loosened. That left Doc. Poor Doc. Falling.

Don't worry, I got you.

Coming out of nowhere Steph clattered into him, heading downwards at breakneck pace, no doubt sparing him from those nasty explosive rounds and that roasting toasting fire. The luckiest, jammiest of dice rolls prevented the jetpack she wore from exploding right there but some hair was most definitely singed in that miraculous escape.

Of course, naturally being that she was a woman of small frame she didn't manage to hold onto him for that long, although on the bright side they were a heck of a lot closer to the ground before her comrade had slipped her grasp.

Although playing the role of guardian angel had diverted her from concentrating on her own course. Fuelled by the power of the jetpack, Zenima crashed face-first into the ground, skidding a good twelve meters on her face as the device on her back puttered out to a stop.

Eh, it's fine, it wasn't a pretty face in the first place.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Between Bridges​

@[member="Saki"]​

Lucien took his moment of respite to catch his breath. She had tenderised his upper right side, It would bruise he could tell and he was beginning to think she may have broken some of his ribs. Now was not the time to check though. He watched as she stood up and drew knuckle blades. "Kark" He swore her punches hurt enough before, The her muscles bulked up. It Just Kept getting better. Lucien took a moment to control his breathing and focus less on the pain he was in and more on inflicting pain on her, It was only a moment though.

Then it began again and she came charging at him. He had learnt now that he couldn't match her strength of block her punches. He had to change the game. As he came charging he back peddled and dodged sideways, her arm came up the blades sent a deep gash up his face blood trickled down onto the ground. He was better able to dodge the blade to his throat. shifting to the side the blade grazed his neck but he avoided serious damage.During this time he repositioned his saber it lay level centimetres from her chest. He lunged forward aiming to bring the blade into her.Then he darted behind set to drag the blade through her left hip. Having done this he fell back.

Then it was his turn to go on the offensive. He attempted to put Saki in a force choke whilst moving forward, If all went well she would be raised from the ground as her airway became constricted. Assuming he was successful he would then lunge for her stomach, skewering her on his saber. Not a deadly wound but certainly a debilitating one. If he was not successful in his choke attempt he would not move forward or lunge he would infact stay still and attempt to remain conscious.

 

[Rasu Gan]

Master Sheltrak was doing a superb job at extracting the poison, the fire in her bloodstream lessened over time as the venom was slowly removed from her system. However blood still continued to flow from the open wound, the dark red liquid trickling down her arm. Dizziness began to cloud the Shi'ido's vision and mind, making her lose focus of the swirling cluster of insects that hid Dredge. Calling on the Force, she wiped away the fog that blocked her vision, gifting her with renewed focus, which she used to turn her attention back to Dredge and his winged subordinates.

And it was a good thing too, as it was not long before she was brought aware of a small bug flying towards them, through a tingling in her spine. Recognising the creature as a thud bug, she quickly reached out to it in the Force, hoping to divert its course. However she could not grab on to any Force signature, the bug was dead in the Force. Hating herself for her stupidity, Rasu acted quickly, forced to once again desecrate the dead to save the lives of those still living. Pulling an armored soldier, she placed it hovering in the way of the thud bug, catching the creature. As the bug clung to it's victim, Rasu sent it flying away from the trio, exploding as it travelled through the air. With the threat averted, she turned her gaze back again to Dredge, now with his flying guards dead on the ground surrounding him.


@[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"], @[member="Yinch"], @[member="Preliat Mantis"], @[member="Basaba Willamina"], @[member="Leori Sheltrak"]

 

[Soeht]

Bridge Zeta

Mid charge, @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] managed to halt Daella’s forward progress. Daella slid back several feet as a result and gave a slight grunt. Once she came to rest after the first push, Daella readied herself with a slight bend of her legs. Her eyes remained locked on Spencer.

Then, Spencer unleashed another push in the Force. Daella’s feet scrapped across the platform of the bridge. She gritted her teeth and stumbled - yet remained standing after a swift recovery. She turned her head to her left and glanced back. The edge of the bridge was mere feet behind her. Hastily, Daella reached for her utility belt with her left hand.

Not even a second after, Daella pulled out a fibercord grappling spike hook. She continued to glare at Spencer as she took a step back with her left foot. Her heel barely touched the base of the railing.

Without any other warning, Daella leaped into the air and flipped back. She tumbled over the ledge of the bridge and into the clouds just slightly below.

Five seconds passed. The chaotic cacophony of battle in the landscape surrounding Bridge Zeta drowned out the noise of Daella firing the grapping spike into the bottom of the bridge.

On the sixth second, Daella emerged from the clouds at an extreme speed. She still held onto the launcher. The fibercord extended from the launcher to someplace at the bottom of the bridge. Once Daella rose above the level of the bridge’s platform, the firecord began to relax. Just after, it tightened once more as the cord and spike began to retract into the launcher.

In midair, Daella’s body twisted around and seemed to hover at the apex of her flight - which was directly above Spencer. When she began to fall, Daella spun around so that she fell with her saberarm leading.

Thus, Daella swooped from above toward Spencer at a very high speed. The grappling spike eventually completely receded into Daella’s launcher. The Jedi’s lightsaber rushed for Spencer and threatened to strike her.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Republic Landing / Beachhead
Command Base
@[member="Avy Valla"]


The counterattack of Force Deflection redirected some of the effects of the Force Bellow back at Orcus. The lessened wave of overpressure slammed into the Herglic's Orbalisk armor and he stumbled back, a terrible pain in his stomach from the rupturing of an internal organ. He fell to a knee, gasping. The Orbalisks pumped venom into him, feeding off of the Dark Side which in turn fed off of his pain. The parasites healed him with nigh wondrous powers. Smiling broadly, Orcus rose, undefeated and undaunted.

He pointed the Soulsaber accusingly at the Jedi Master while he stood with feet planted firmly upon the ground.

"Hauum, aaah, of course. The false dichotomy. Join the Lightside, or... be slain where I stand? For a differing philosophical view?" Orcus' oily baritone laughter shook the air. "Your choice is an illusion with which you fool yourself, Jedi. You offer it to soothe your conscience. I have chosen to swim different waters than you. Instead of denying passions, I embrace them. Hauum. Is that so hard to accept?" Gloved flippers tightened around the Soulsaber. Behind the specially constructed helmet to keep off the Orbalisks, Orcus' black eyes watched her - their depths seemed an unending abyss. "I have committed no more atrocities than you have. I have fought to unite the galaxy for the sake of peace. Our end goals are the same. Do you truly believe our methods are so different?"

He shook his squat head.

"You claim you do not cause conflict. Then why invade a system which has no quarrel with the Republic? Why assault the Fringe and start a war that will end with the deaths of hundreds of millions? Is it to sate your thirst for Sith blood, Jedi? Do you truly hate us that much? If you truly seek resolution you will beg your commanders to seek a parley. We can end the violence, here and now. Together."

The bloodlust of the Soulsaber, the constant aggression, he controlled it - not the other way around. The truth was... he was always angry. Even now he was fueled with an impassioned fury to destroy this Jedi and everything around her. How dare she call herself a keeper of the peace and yet bring ruin to this world! However, for the sake of peace, Orcus directed and channeled his rage. The parasites caused him great pain, but they also gave him a clarity of thought - enough to see through the Soulsaber's fog of negative emotions.


Orcus extended a hand toward her.

"Let us have peace."

 

[Rianna Organa]

@[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]

Rianna sent word for a team to come and get her but not before she would do this one thing. She had an idea that the pathways to his memories had been blocked with the stall of the chip moving next to him on her knees, strength nearly exhausted she put her hand to the side of his head using the force to see inward to see the natural flow of blood of neural pathways she searched for the darkness the block it was taking a bit longer then normal for the master healer tired nearly depleted as she was.

Then she found it small tiny pulse Rianna pushed to make the pathway normal. She retreated quickly from his mind. Not knowing if it worked but the team of responders on her position. They immediately came to her aide but before she whispered to Rolland "he loved you even in the end"

The team then picked up Rianna and began their retreat from the area with republic guards watching their back.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Bridge Zeta
@[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Daella Apparine"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Diana moved almost impossibly fast, as soon as her lightsaber was thrown clear of Ashin's own sword the Jedi master disengaged the blade, the indigo plasmsa burning away within only a second. The hilt was flipped around in her palm, a finger turning the soft bone around with her hand in almost and instant.

To counter Ashin's Sith Sword Diana brought the left lightsaber towards Winterlight in a diagonal path. The indigo blade slammed into the sword with a hiss, the plasmsa barely blocking the sword edge is it sliced into Diana's side, drawing the tiniest of cuts across her ribs. With the lightsaber held diagonally across her chest the bolt of lightning struck the blade as well, blue lightning sizzling across purple plasma. Diana frowned, but focused her energy.

Suddenly like a viper her right hand came down, the lightsaber held in a downward motion Diana ignited the blade stabbing at the area where Ashin's neck met her collarbone, where a gap in the armor existed.

A killing blow, but one she doubted would land.

 

[Aran Finn]

Primary Objective: Leave @[member="Antares Windu"] to @[member="Break"]
Secondary Objective: Ruin @[member="Karen Roberts"]' day

Inspiration: First six seconds of this...

Spoiler

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BYxjlRmn1k

The Force spoke to Na'Varro even as he concentrated on the vice-like Grip that would, if left undefended or poorly defended, end the young Padawan's life, devastating in its pressure. The call was heeded immediately, and so Alen let go, very likely sparing Windu's life. That was for Break to decide, however, the HRD still obviously up for a scrap. Turning towards the new, powerful presence he had sensed, the bearded Dark Jedi called over his shoulder.

"Finish him." That was it. The rage was still flowing through him, controlled and with purpose, and now he stalked towards the powerful lightsider Force signature with intent to kill. This would be a true challenge. Maybe this Jedi could give him a beautiful death, and return him to the deeper, warmer darkness of everlasting love that he had seen but had never touched ... that was his greatest hope. But if the Jedi proved unworthy of that, he would end her life. This was war, and for once Na'Varro was fighting for something he believed in. It was for freedom for those who wished to remain free against a tyranny that had become evangelical in its beliefs of moral superiority. Root out the Darkness, cast the infidels into the Light. The arrogance of that made Alen's blood boil. He was in beast mode now. And in beast mode, he was very, very hard to stop. He became a brute, literally going through people to reach his objective. Na'Varro was not a man you wanted to come to grips with unless you were sure that you could handle him.

He held one crimson lightsaber ignited in his right fist now, ready for battle, the other hilt concealed. The time was nigh for death, and he strode to meet it as if the rest of the world, the rest of the battle did not exist.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Bridge Zeta

She had kept her at a distance for the time being, the Jedi remained began to fiddle with herself and it put Spencer slightly on edge. What was the Jedi planning to do? Rumors and reputation labeled the two great fighters and they were a force to be reckoned with. The Jedi moved over the bridge and Spencer raised an eyebrow as she eyed the edge of the bridge. She remained where she stood waiting for the Jedi to reappear. This was something she hadn’t seen before, using the environment around them – most usually went head on and constantly beat their head against the wall as they tried to get closer.

Seconds ticked away and Spencer did her best to not occupy herself with Diana and Ashin’s fight. Daella appeared above Spencer and as the woman came down to strike, Spencer quickly reacted forming two spears of midnight black. The invisible dark energy constructs were thrown into Daella’s path as she fell from the sky. Spencer knew she needed to move quickly as she had thrown the spears, she quickly jumped aside falling into a tumble to avoid the woman’s continued attack.

Coming out of the tumble she remained close to the ground, the bridge was wide, but not wide like she would want the battle field to be. Seeing this, it limited her ability to constantly run from Daella especially since the woman was capable of using the underpass as a way to fall from visibility. This would make things a little difficult and Spencer came to the realization that she would have to face the Jedi head on.

Sooner…rather than later.

@[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Diana Moridena"] (grats on 2k posts) @[member="Daella Apparine"] (<3 the attack btw)

 

[Sargon Vynea]

@[member="Talon Vosra"]

Not all Force users were built the same, and for Sargon this was his glaring gap in the Force, he completely lacked all abilities to use the Force physically. It simply didn't come to him in that nature, so where many force users, could simply use telekinesis to stand their ground and push back against a telekinetic blow the Zabrak had no such luck. While the stronger one was in the Force the more it prevented simple things like choking a man, and taking his saber, a push there was no defense with except to push back. Being so the Zabrak went with style and flew back, the lovely jarring feeling of impact taken up somewhat by his armor but still a lovely bruise none the less. Standing up the Zabrak arched his shoulder for a moment to get a pain off it before setting himself back up, his eyes locked with his opponent now, before moving forward again.

 

[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]
Talon assumed his stance once more and moved forward. The force feed his body and mind, while he let the living current wash over him and through him. What the Force had lead him to face this honorable warrior he could not understand, but he did know that the force moved where the force willed. Talon this time allowed his opponent to close, while he kept careful track of his emotions. His weakness was his delicate relationship with the light. He had only been on this path for a few months after years as a Sith and his trial for his time in the Empire loomed closer. He pushed the feelings of concern out with another deep breath.

As they drew into range Talon stabbed forward toward his opponent's chest.

 

[Valik]

Bridge Zeta

@[member="Diana Moridena"] @[member="Daella Apparine"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Warren Valik, though like the Greater Calama in speed and armor, was in fact getting closer to the battle. He was not yet in saber range, but he didn't need to be to help out. The blonde was using an array of grappling hooks to maneuver and attack while the redhead was engaged in some healthy Trakata action, a dreadfully underutilized ability. Seeing Spencer Jacobs summon not one but two spears of midnight black he decided not to cut the grappling hook and force push her off the bridge while she lay in midair, and instead took two razorbugs and threw them at @[member="Daella Apparine"]. They were smart projectiles, and would follow the Jedi around while avoiding his Force-born companion and her fire. If he had thrown them correctly he'd wager they'd come at both of his sides while the spears came forward, with them course correcting as he moved along. He left the redhead alone, as he didn't want to get rid of too many bugs quickly and didn't want to risk injuring Ashin with lightning.

 

[Kiara Alanna Decoix]

Kiara was in no mood to fight today and since it seemed that also since her wounds were still freshly healed that it would not be smart to at least immediately engage in battle. As soon as Kiara took her first steps on the field she the darkness that literally clung to the force. The force began to be channeled as a fresh Sith Amulet hung from her necklace, unfortunately in her death her assets were converted to Kiyala so she was effectively broke however she had skills that allowed her to procure a Sith Amulet.

Standing on a roof-top the over looked the battle on the ground, she began by calling up a shield just in case a stray shot came her way. The Jedi thought they were the only faction with someone proficient in battle meditation and it only took a second to feel out her allies within the Fringe. The first being @[member="Ashin Varanin"] & @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] because she had spent the most time around them it was easier to find using their connection to the others as a bridge she began chanting her Battle Meditation. As Kiara chanted her influence grew stronger sending fresh energy and stamina to the people of the Fringe when some would need it the most at this time.

Kiara seemed to wonder whether it was working or not as she gazed down on the battle before her. . .

@[member="Valik"] @[member="Sargon Vynea"] @[member="Lucien Cordel"] @[member="Hion the Herglic"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

BRIDGE ZETA
@[member="Daella Apparine"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] @[member="Diana Moridena"]

Ashin's right wrist flipped, rolling Winterlight about its long axis on the diagonal lightsabre. The sabre's end was over Diana's chest, its handle was low - her sword's remaining momentum translated into a cut that skidded up Diana's sabre at the left side of her neck. That wasn't a ton of momentum, admittedly, but she gave it her best shot at the equivalent of a one-inch punch. She had about eighteen inches to work with. It would have to be enough.

Her left hand rose and swept back -- a very good way to stab herself in the throat with the curved longknife, though she evaded that particular embarrassment by about half an inch. She hooked the stab with very small fractions of a second to spare, redirecting Diana's blade behind her back. Beside and behind her neck, the flat of her longknife blade slammed into Diana's blade emitter with the force of the Jedi Master's stab.

Focusing on a burst of what some called Force Weapon -- Ashin's primary power -- to momentarily protect herself from lightsabre impact should that blade behind her do something tricky or just angle against her back, she rolled the longknife blade over the edge of the emitter. The intent was to meet the bottom of Diana's right fist, near the wrist, with a serrated blade. These things were designed for poison, but she preferred not to use it.

@[member="Kiara Alanna Decoix"]'s battle meditation rolled through her, bolstering her alacrity and clarity of thought.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

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


@[member="Ordo"]

For a guy in bulky armor, he moved pretty quick. Then Hannibal realized that wasn't the Mando moving on his own- he also had a fething jetpack. He rocketed towards Hannibal as the Fondorian ejected his spent clip and jammed in another- this one loaded up with Venom slugs. Potent, certainly, but not as explosive as the Bang slugs. Whatever the case, Hannibal aimed down the sights of his weapon once again, lined up the flying Mandalorian in his sights, and pulled the trigger. Once. Twice. Two three-round bursts, all of which were loaded up with acidic, metal-eating goodness.

He was still singing, but Hannibal had managed to look past that by now. He needed to be more concerned with the Mandalorian's movements. Namely, if that those shots didn't force Ordo to change course, Hannibal was going to need to be ready to leap out of the way.

 

[Aleidis Zrgaat]

BRIDGE OMEGA
@Sargon Vynea @Lucien Cordel @Jared Ovmar @Lucianus Adair @Kiyala Demont @Iella E`ron @Talon Vosra @Ane'irna @Arumi Zy @Je'Gan Orla'en

Arumi had taken off like he'd been shot, leaping backwards in a twirl of blades and tattered cloth to reveal his armored carapace in full. It was just as well that he was in the open - and even better that she'd startled him. The Ghostling had disengaged after her disarm attempt, and found new purchase beside the wizened Olra'en who was busy introducing her in a manner that suggested he was trying to make a point by doing so.

Which, you know, whatever. He likely had his own adgenda (and always would) just as she had hers. If her mere presence helped him further it, then so be it. What were wayward daughters for?

Although she was no stranger to Je'Gan's particular illusory flourish - focusing more on gaining an implied terrain advantage & battlefield control than the sheer numbers and she potential she favored - it was still awe-inspiring to see her Master at work. The man who'd taught her to hoodwink the Galaxy, putting her own considerable skills to shame. Not for the first time, Aleidis felt a profound mixture of respect, pride, and fear of what the man who'd once been Darth Shule was capable of.

With the practiced synergy afforded a student working alongside her teacher, Aleidis worked to supplement his attack. They were writers, comfortable with each other's narrative... and together they'd spin a tale of victory. The Ghostling stepped forward, lept into a mirror, and shattered into six duplicates of herself as though she were a beam of light hitting a prism just so. Her White Current clones proceeded to repeat the process, sometimes bouncing from mirror to mirror or splitting again, until the original was lost in a sea of black eyes and pale flesh.

"Surely you realize that there is no escape." Legion!Aleidis spoke in soft unison. Although her voice was muted and a nearly intimate whisper, the multiplication of so many voices rattling around the endless hall of mirrors was almost a deafening roar. "The White Current writes over your very perception of reality, establishing illusions that can last for centuries without any additional effort - entire temples have been hidden for centuries as ruins, starships made invisible to all detection for decades. Lay down your weapons and quit this battle. Surrender to the law of this planet, and you will be treated with the decency due a POW. If not..."

The next whisper came from just behind Arumi's ear, as though Alei were a lover confiding secrets over a warm pillow. "...I suggest you get comfortable." The Ghostling's accented voice suggested gently, although no one was there.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Bridge Zeta
@[member="Daella Apparine"] @[member="Valik"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"]
Diana's hands never touched Ashin's blade, neither did the sword at her side. The Jedi Master knew when one was about to get locked into place and she also knew when one didn't want to get locked into place. Ashin Varanin was a type of person that Diana did not want to get locked into blade with.

The Jedi Masters eyes popped open suddenly and a burst in the force flowed from her. In her left hand the one down that had held onto Varanins's sword her hand flared open, holding on to her lightsaber by only the slightest of grips. She used the force to send out a burst of a wave towards Ashin's sword, pressing it towards the ground and away from herself.

Then the Jedi moved with a burst of speed. Before the dagger could touch her hand Diana turned off her lightsabers, stopping her arm from falling down and instead pulling it back along with the rest of her body.

She began to fall backwards, he leg kicking up towards Ashin's face...and missing it. As the sole of her foot passed over Ashin's face Diana clicked a small button in her glove. The rockets on the bottom of her boot ignited, and the heat of the thrusters headed directly towards the womans face.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Saren Kel-Varad"] @[member="Tallia Farn"]

Rasho kept up the lightning. "Girl, your idiot leaders came here expecting their enemies to roll over and die, just like everyone they've imposed their will on. The leaders of Cato Neimoidia, who only wanted a tax regime that would keep their planet safe from Republic economic imperialism. The leaders of Contruum, time and time again. The Black Sun Syndicate, invaded for the sake of your leaders' pride when their strongarm politics provoked a response. The Republic is led by bullies, and you are complicit. So when you came here -- who, exactly, was guilty of underestimation?"

He backed off to the side but kept up the lightning, refusing to let her get close enough for her slash -- and keeping himself safe from the four grenades and assorted maserfire and shrapnel that poured into her from behind. A few stray maser blasts splashed off his vonduun crab armor; it could shrug off a lightsabre, and this was nothing.