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

[Sargon Vynea]

Bridge Omega setting up defenses​

The 121st Legion of the Fringe had moved to hold Bridge Omega and Sargon would rather be no where then with his Legion. Decked out in full legionnaire battle armor with an iron skin underlay the Zabrak was fully prepared for battle in any form. The bridge itself was being littered with anti-personal mines at the moment as the 121st set up mounted cannons, and repeaters to form zone of concentrated fire upon the bridge itself. Shield generators were already in place and the soft hum of energy was in the air, the Bridge would hold, or his men would die holding it.

The final piece were the Flak pods, pure death to anything in the air over the area, but if rigged right he could fire them in an arc at the enemy approaching the Bridge. If it would be enough was a completely different question, there was always a possibility that could be forgotten in even the best made plans. Covering this bridge with him was @[member="Lucien Cordel"], and other members of the Fringe, though several had already made a move on the Republic controlled territory including a strong bombing run that decimated a wing of bombers and a droid army. He'd also received word that Ashin and Spencer were already engaging two Jedi masters on their front, so the pace was quickening.

Moving back into the Fortress that held command and control the Zabrak sent out a quick comm to Lucien ::Lord Lucien, defenses are in place, you really should work on getting dressed before the battle my friend::

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]

The small green stud muffin padawan that was yinch jumped through the air removing another Vong head on his way to His Master. He ducked passed a few knees and severed no few toes as he faught tobwith in reach of the Vong underlord and his seafood salad armor (love ya man). He spun his small twin sabers at the back of the brutes knee from the left flank and then jumped in hopes of burying his blade in the Vongs purrdy head.

"BYYYYAAHHH!" yinch yelled as he jumped, "Touch my Master you, Will, NOT!."

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Bridge Omega setting up defenses
Lucien received the comlink Message and began his move over to bridge Omega. He climbed into an armoured land speeder. He replied to sargon "I started getting dressed two hours ago but then a poor person touched me as he left the mess hall so I had to change, That and I over slept"

The speeder pulled up on the fringe side of the bridge He stood up looking over the bridge and stepped from the speeder Behind him two troop carriers screeched to a halt and his house gaurd emerged. They immediately took position behind the barricades on the bridge. Lucien walked into the fortress. "Good morning Lord Vynea, It appears we are at war"

 

[Matreya]

The application of the Force caught him off gaurs, whipping him into a back flip. Mid flight Asher realized he felt a small trickle of blood begin from his nose, all the while he began to arch his back. When he neared the ground the powerful being slid to a stop, standing rather then on his back as he was sure the master expected.

Before her very eyes, his flesh would again shimmer, this time when the sensation ceased, it left behind unscarred flesh. She would find it trully difficult to battle one whom could sustain as much as he. Yes her prowess and abilities far out matched his own, but that didnt change that he could take a whole lot.

Launching back into motion, Asher swooped his other Shoto up, meanwhile lowering the size of the prior back to its original length. Then he dove, sommersaulted and aimed to bring both sabers in an intersecting slash aimed for the womans midsection.

@[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Arage Bao]

The fact of the matter was that Jared Ovmar, Lord of the Fringe, was surprised. Not at the current assault of the Republic Forces, he had been expecting them for a long time now. No, the surprise laid in the fact that he had not been able to find his pants. You would think that the location of your pants was one of the first things that would come to mind, the moment you were told that the Jedi were invading you.

Well, sadly that was not the fact for Lord Ovmar. It might have had something to do with the wild night he had yesterday, the girls were still sleeping it off; he was half of mind to return to bed to them. But for some reason, Jared expected Ashin not to be amused by that. Part of him suspected she would come for him personally and drag him out of his bed if he tried that.

He cursed softly. "Feth are those pants.." In the end he decided to put on a simple robe and go with that. No use in being fashionable or fashionably late for that matter. Not when lives were at stack.

15 minutes later.

Seemingly the front needed reinforcements, something about an army of droids cutting through their ranks. The Bridge it was happening on was already being dupped the Clusterfeth bridge. Not a very imaginative name, but soldiers never claimed they were. After a while he arrived at the scene of the battle and noticed a few of his fellow Fringers. Most of them he only knew by face, but at this point it did not matter if he knew them by name or not. Today was all about protecting the collective backsides of the people you cared about.

“You in need of some help @[member="Lucianus Adair"]?”

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Talon Vosra"] @[member="Ane'irna"]

Iella head turned in all directions as Talon gave her a quick report on the situation. She could see the Rasu and Sochi in the distance, the Grand Master up head. "Right we shall move forward toward the Grand Master, if required we will assist Knights Rasu and Ru, keep an eye on them as best you can, but first we deal with the immediate situation".

"Padawan Ane'irna", she bow in respect to the Padawan, rank and title mean little to Iella on the field of battle, she is Jedi. "I want you to stay close to me and Talon", she said noticing the girl is unprotected without armour. Iella removed a necklace she wore, a protective shard that conceals her presence in the force made for a Taozin skin also a sigil to give her a boost of strength and energy when required. "Here put these on, they will help you somewhat. The necklace will hide you in force your force presence undetectable but you can be seen. The other will give you added strength and energy, and next time ware some armour". she smiled slightly.

 

[Rianna Organa]

On the ground
Behind the lines preparing to move out - Medical Corp.

Reports of battle everywhere wounded and dead already piling up. Rianna surveyed a holomap where was the heaviest fighting. She had been out flanked on Manaan she would let that happen again.

Hard to tell certain things but she knew she had to give the order they were waiting. "Head to these coordinates" She gave each team a destination. "I will be with team one. Be careful. "

Rianna said a little prayer and the group dispersed.

 

[Ordo]

Ordo was tired of waiting. He decided if Jedi were in danger his friend @[member="Rianna Organa"] would be there helping and he was tired of not.being there when the people he loved were in danger.

His mount stomped in the hanger and Ordo knew that it was time to see for him self. He climbed up the huge droids leg and into the rider seat.

"Get every one out of the hanger. Once I'm gone go back to Mandalore. This iis my decision." Ordo didn't wait before urging the huge droid forward and activating the thrusters as soon as he was out of the hanger.

He and the droid fell into a dive straight for the thick of the fighting. He streaked for the ground below. As the mount and rider hit the atmosphere the friction began to warm and then heat the armor making them glow with an orange light. As Ordo saw the enemy troops he began opening fire. The force rushed through his mental barrier and pilot and machine became one. He felt the battle as it ebbed and flowed and his Besuliik obeyed his every thought.

"Ri'ika stay safe." He said to himself and the droid roared.

 

[Lucianus Adair]

His attention had been drawn by the actions of @[member="Karen Roberts"], and her little army of wardroids, which he had put in some effort aiding in warding them off, before the technical constructs had been done away with by @[member="Break"] and the bomber runs. He kept a certain amount of awareness on the exchange between Rexus and Sochi, just in case things turned in the favour of the Jedi, instead of the imperial knight, but overall, other areas of the battle appeared to be well-handled.

So, he remained in relatively close proximity to the Clusterfeth bridge, as orders were that the bridges be held, defended.

‘You in need of some help?’

The voice drew his attention away from his observations and guard for a moment.

“Master Ovmar…” Lucianus gave the other man a once-over. “...your shirt is inside-out.”

And before Ovmar could reply, the tall, black-haired knight began pointing out where they might serve best, noting Rexus Drath against Sochi Ru, and @[member="Asher North"], doing his best to deal with the master of the vibrantly coloured hair.

“My advice is to take on the master Jedi. Aid the polydroxol.”


@[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

It had taken much longer for Kiyala to arrive then the others but Kiyala came with a present. As she overlooked bridge one and battles being fought their Kiyala had to dissect the problem one by one before she could make her entrance. Looking behind her was her new formation of witches and assassins, and their cloak was only to hide them from sight and their heat signature as in battle they didn't need alll these extra weaves to stay hidden. However, the two they held would sufficiently hide them from the droid and with a nod she signaled for them to launch at wave of Eaters at the War Droids. Eater's were a type of grenade made by her several years ago which had the remarkable talent of rapidly eating metals.

Her HUD display in her Rancor Mark 2 armor scanned the crowds looking for people of interest. What she found was a lightsaber wielding Jedi who she couldn't feel in the force, the woman was obviously for sensitive as a non-force user could never hope to adequately use a lightsaber. She called the force to her side as she leaped arcing through the air while avoiding stray blaster fire as she landed a few meters before the Blond Jedi Master. Both of her sabers were cut on as her team continued to throw Eater grenades and several assassins and witches alike dispersed into the battle with their concealment striking from the shadows. As Kiyala landed on the ground she used her hands to establish an illusion as the dust that was kicked up in the air Kiyala's flickering form would emerge out of the dust. Her smile hidden by her body armor/suit as she looked at the Jedi Master pointed her lightsaber at her.

As drew the dust that was finally settling with the force and sent it flying towards the blond Jedi Master before looking around the battle field. Kiyala threw one of her sabers as a feint but force gripped a blaster rifle from a fallen droid behind her and proceeded to use the force to empty the clip from behind at the Jedi Master. You didn't try to fight a Jedi Master fairly because that was on their terms and the battle should always be on your terms.


@[member="Iella E`ron"]

 

[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Iella E`ron"]

"Right," was all he said as he swatted blaster bolts like gnats. "Let the force guide you Jedi @[member="Ane'irna"]."
He had been a commamder before and he knew the tide would sway back and forth for a time.

As the Master moved to give the Padawan the necklace Yalon covered them all with Soresu until they were ready to move.

He didn't know and the master didn't sau but the blade in his hand meant more than just defense. The Solari crystal would not have worked for Talon months ago. He was changed. He was npt how he once was and he began to feel it.

 

[Matreya]

Whether his prior attack worked or not, Asher once more rolled, this time backwards until his feet were firmly planted. Then he launched straight at the woman again, save this time his sabers both being aimed at opposite ends of her armor. Thanks to his earlier examinations of the womans armor, he had noticed weaknesses. One where her abdomen met the leg bracers, the other on the point of connection on her chest plates.

And so two attacks were aimed simultaneously. Both intent on driving through the sections with the most minute portions of defense.

As he did so, he shouted a singular word, "No!" Ovmar would not come to take he challenge he had found himself. If he died then so be it. But Karen Roberts would remember the name Asher North by battles end.

@[member="Jared Ovmar"] @[member="Karen Roberts"] @[member="Lucianus Adair"]

 

[Bubák]

Politely bowing, the Twi'lek accepted the enchanted necklaces. "Thank you, Master E`ron. I will stay close and help in any way I can." She said softly, placing the borrowed necklaces around her neck. Truly, as the Jedi Master said, she suddenly felt more powerful and full of energy. The Twi'lek made a mental note to keep herself from feeling invincible, as that feeling might as well send her straight to some vastly more powerful opponent, resulting in her demise. She also decided to wear armor the next time she'd go into such a large battle. It truly was foolish to needlessly risk so many lives of her friends just because she did not feel comfortable in the heavy armor and refused to wear it. No more would she endanger those she sought to protect by her stubborness.

The girl's lightsaber remained activated, yellow plasma blade pointing towards the ground. Ready to raise it and defend herself against any form of attack, the teenage Padawan looked around the battlefield. While the sight of dozens of lifeless bodies made her fully realize how terrible and pointless the war was, she would have lied if she said she wasn't a bit excited to fight for her ideals in hopes of making the galaxy a better place to live, a galaxa full of joy with no violence. She knew the other side fought for very similar if not the same ideals, but there was one thing she held above all else. The innocents, civilians of all sorts, men, women, children, all suffered because of this terrible conflict and that thought gave Ane'irna strength to fight. Her blue eyes shifted in direction of Master Ru, her teacher, and Ane'irna hoped the Togruta would emerge victorious from the duel.

Her thoughts shifted back to the surrounding area as an armored being landed close to the group. The armor design was not similar to one of the Republic armors, making Ane'irna believe the newcomer was an enemy. The next action proved the teenage Twi'lek right, the enemy was a Force sensitive and had thrown dust at the Jedi Master. Without any hesitation, the young Padawan used Force push at the dust, swirling it to the side so it would not blind the group.

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

 

[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Kiyala Demont"]

Talon's senses prickled on his back as the blaster began firing from behind his friend. Rank was usless on the field of battle he had learned that as a Sith. If you covered the person to your right yoi may survive if you fall to worrying about rank distinction you died.

Talon spun his blade and rounded to catch the blaster bolts on his the deep blue beam of light. He tried desperately to send the bolts back at the rifle while gathering the force. He let the force flow through him and give him speed and strength.

"Go Iella," he said calmly and distant as his mind flowed on the force. "Careful @[member="Ane'irna"]."

 

[Sargon Vynea]

The arrival of @[member="Kiyala Demont"] had put her at a slight disadvantage, and sitting at the head of command and control the Zabrak didn't have another to send in his place. "@[member="Lucien Cordel"], we're moving to aid Lady Demont, lets get moving." Turning to his communication officers he nodded, "Keep me in the loop, and get that field hospital ready for casualties, we save every life we can, even the damned Republics. Keep the food hot and adrenals ready in the hangers I want troops to have a rest, this could be a long fight."

With a salute he left the Command center towards a hanger to catch a ride to the front, a quick lift by gunship would see to that. Grabbing a seat in the rear the Zabrak smiled at Lucien, "Seems we found us a fight, my friend. I should invite our friend Jared to the battle, seems there are at least three Jedi there and readings are showing more ships coming in, including a war droid, should be fun. Seems the Republic is willing to kill to expand, again."

Hitting his commlink the Zabrak sent a quick message to @jared Omvar before they touched down. The fight had already started, but at least they'd arrived before it go serious. Moving out of the back the gunship, he watched take back off headed for Command and Control for redeployment. Turning his eyes towards the front he looked at the trio of Jedi and nodded towards Lucien, "First rounds on me tonight, I'm thinking a nice Naboo wine, eh?"

@[member="Talon Vosra"] @[member="Ane'irna"] @[member="Kiyala Demont"] @[member="Iella E`ron"]

 

[Arumi Zy]

@[member="Iella E`ron"] and crew

The Dark Lord, well sort of dark lord, the dark practitioner and executor of the jedi order. Former Sith Master and student of the ultimate form of order lit one of his cigarettes as he come into view. He eyed the assembled jedi, not a true warrior amongst them, that was the sin of the light side none of them dedicated themselves to their craft as he did. No he was the truest form of warrior, dedicated solely to the destruction that was the force and its scions.

" The Grand Master can handle herself" he spat as he moved forward, his metal soled boots clicking as he moved. He looked at the padawan and then he surveyed the area around " Stay behind me if you value your lives when the enemy comes. Stay behind me if you do not wish to become collateral damage of Fidelis. Stay behind me because blood is mine" he said as the first bolts from an unknown enemy began to appear. She was talented and he had to wonder if the female jedi had what it took to take her down. Time would tell, the former lord would watch, observe. Those to weak deserved to die, to make room for those with the power to bring forward Order.

 

[Arage Bao]

The man did not want his help and that was fine, hopefully he would be able to hold out long enough to stay alive. Not that that was Jared's problem any longer, he was not here to hold someones hand. He was here to curbstomp the invaders back into the vacuum of space, not play kindergarden teacher.

It was then that he got a message from Sargon, the lad was in need of some help and who was Jared to deny it? “Change of plans, we are needed else where, Lucianus. And yes. I know about my shirt, it was a wild night.” Without a second glance he strided towards Bridge Omega. Hopefully they would leave something for him to fight.

It took him a while to arrive, but in the end he witnessed Sargon and Lucien being dropped off by a gunship. “Old friends, it seems we find ourselves in trouble again. Let's show them what it means to be a Fringe Lord, shall we?”

@[member="Lucien Cordel"] @[member="Lucianus Adair"] @[member="Sargon Vynea"] @And the rest, too much to tag.

 

[Mother Askani]

Sochi could feel him trying to find his way into her mind once more, she shielded herself mentally. He probably had to be one of the more difficult opponents, mentally, and physically attacking you at the same time. She remained calm in the situation, and saw off to the distance a man standing there attacking their forces with force based attacks, before she could react she was clashing her blue lightsaber against his silver one. It was a power struggle for a moment. Then he reached out for her lightsaber faith his hand, her eyes widened in response. What was he doing? Then once contact was made her lightsaber shorted out. She quickly did a flip over him, and then maneuvered herself between his legs, putting some distance between them. She brought her lightsaber up and looked at in disbelief, "Never have I met an opponent who has shorted out my lightsaber with his bare hands," she said making a comment to him.

Sochi didn't falter, she didn't lose focus. Her comrades were relying on her, as much as she were on they. She came all this was to lend aid, and she wasn't going to go down so easily. She threw out her right hand, and pulled a piece of the wood from the large crate she stood on before. The large piece, about the same length of her if not a bit taller, flew to her hand. She broke the middle parts on both sides of it, creating a place where she could have a good grip on it. This was going to be her weapon since she hadn't her lightsaber. What wasn't visible to the eye was that she was imbuing her weapon with the force, she would be able to easily fight against a lightsaber.

Sochi did an acrobatic flip, going on Rexus and slight towards Lucianus, she used the force to pull him closer to their area so he could stop wrecking havoc upon her republic squad. Now she would do battle with them both. She quickly engaged Rexus, utilizing Shien, a defensive form, well suited for multiple enemies. Holding the created weapon in her right hand while she charged the imperial knight, she ran and used the force to perform an acrobatic feat to where she jumped into the air, her body in a horizontal position, and she was spinning in the air towards Rexus with both sharp, ridged ends of the wooden blade striking multiple times at him vertically.

@[member="Lucianus Adair"] @[member="Rexus Drath"] @[member="Iella E`ron"] @[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Ane'irna"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Some how, even though Shado had been right next to him he had falling down from fire, or an explosion, he wasn't sure. Now he was scrambling to get back to Rolland quickly, taking pop shots at republic troopers here, and there. "I'ma throw you into a damn cheese grinder @[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"] where are you?" He pinged into the com.

Suddenly after awhile he ran into a group of people, Jedi. A woman stood infront of them clearly the leader. " @[member="Rianna Organa"] is that..you?" He stopped in mid run, now unsure what to do. This was a friend. "Don't make me an enemy here.."

 

[Marek S'hadar]

@[member="Sochi Ru"] and @[member="Rasu Gan"] would be joined by another familiar face, one who'd trained the two of them, and was itching for a fight. Was that the Jedi way? Feth no. Marek knew that, but his anger hadn't left him, his rage was still pooled up inside, and no matter what he tried the fire remained. Only one solution was valid, combat. Not only was it an outlet, but it gave him a chance to see how much he'd improved, how far he'd come. Any progress was welcome to be frank.

Their were familiar people here, people straight out of his past, namely @[member="Lucien Cordel"] he couldn't see the man, but Marek sensed him. While impulsively he wanted to charge off and hunt down Lucien, he knew better, that hadn't gone overly well the last time he tried it. Instead he set his focus on @[member="Rexus Drath"], and went for it.

Saber flying to his hand and being flipped into a reverse grip, Marek surged forward, bringing up his sky blue blade in an attempt to slash across Rexus' chest. The man would be largely occupied with Sochi's barrage and would have to think quickly if he wasn't a fan of getting bisected. But if that was his thing, Marek was all for it.