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

[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

Talons blade was pushed back as the Zabrak's sword stabbed at his shoulder. Talon twisted with the blade as he brought his Saber up to parry low to high, trusting in the force to guide his movements and letting his body be a conduit for its flow. He could have continued the motion, he could have countered but instead he resumed a ready Niman stance shoulders angled feet spread and ready to move.

'Good Girl' Talon thought as he heard the Padawan's surrender. She had let the force guide her. It was better to not fight than fight filled with doubt.

 

[Rianna Organa]

"I can't kill you Zero. If I let you go the council will charge me with a crime. But I can remove you from the battle which protects you and me"

Oh how she hated this. This is what she feared would happen when crossing borders to help others. "I will put you into a deep sleep and among the patients you will not wake until I wake you." A matter of the mind. A trick. How else to protect him. He was a friend he as a soldier who went and did what was ordered he did not give orders. In the grand scheme just like her he was a breathing body.

"Ok?" If he said no, well she didn't want to think of consequences. Meanwhile republic medical corps guards were advancing to where she stood.

@[member="JerrickShado"]

 

[Hood]

Where did that scream come from...

Launching into movement, he hung his bow from his shoulder and swiftly began to climb one of the main support pillars. Soon enough he spotted a massive vortex of spinning debris that moved through the air as it slowly adapted a darker red hue. He didn't know how he had been aware, for his mind was shut off to applications of the force beyond those in his arsenal.

But he had to help whoever it was. Using a speed that surpassed his physical prowess, Hood calculated distance to wind ratios among others in an instant. For as soon as an arrow was notched, it was loosed. He followed the shaft with his eyes as it moved. First directly towards the center of the tornado. Then it shifted, caught in the circular currents of the tornado, following his planned flight until it finally was pointed directly at the woman's heart as it sailed out of the pull of the nado, in the same fashion as celestial mass that drifted out of its orbit.

And anyone whom understood momentum, would know that having been yanked at a faster pace than what it had already reached by normal means, could plant the durasteel arrow through near anything - blades of grass having the ability to embed themselves into trees during high wind speeds such as that.

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

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Was this treason, betrayal? It was, and with all going on he did not care. "In my heart I am Mando, and what I see, isn't okay with me. How it came to a near Galactic War, I do not know, but..." he paused, and turned his head. Rolland was out there, a brother of war. A man who. saved his life, and him his.

Would Rolland kill this woman? He would, and only Jerrick would be capable of standing against him. Rolland had become a killing machine, Jerrick still had his humanity. "You need me in this...I changing colors." He stood up, and removed his helmet. He stared into her eyes, tears had formed in the corners of his. "I no longer fight for a group, but for my friends. Use me as your weapon Rianna." If he knew anything about Jedi, he could have a trial afterwards to decide his fate. "Another Czar is out there..you need me..screw the Republic, Jedi, Sith and Empire." He declared. The tear dropped, and so did the helmet.

He looked at it, then her. "Will you take me? As a ally?" @[member="Rianna Organa"]

 

[Ordo]

Ordo's Besuliik crashed against the ground among the tangle of troopers. He looked for someone he recognized and saw none. He began defending himself from the onslaught of fire he had drawn from enemy troops.

"Well at least your a good target boy'o," he said to himself

He pulled his fragstrom and began raining slugs down on the fringe troops below.

"Come get me you under fed little Chakkars," He said inside his buy'ce, "Come and put the Striil out of his Misery."

The droid's Shockrods in it's nose tore away swaths of ground as it swung it's beas tlike head. Ordo had come to help the Jedi on account of his Friend and By the Manda someone was gonna feel it.

 

[Shinju]

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Dharma Vessia"]

The sight of Dharma coming towards her with the tea was a great thing and she groaned a little. Sitting there for a moment in the palanquin that the Rakata had brought for her. The curtains obscuring the battle enough but not fully while she looked towards the plateaus and bridges. Her Exedō Armor gleaming sinisterly before she exited the lounge area and retrieved setting across her back the twin Derriphan's Eye's with her hand grasping the Scylla Sith Sword. A look of boredom more at having to fight and leave the small comfort of her seat. She was more then prepared to help out but looking at the choices of battle or Dharma's bosom it wasn't a hard decision which one she wanted. "Ehhhmp I don't want to fight I want to be with you and Minerva and Bundori and ahh alright lets go and kill things." Her eyes flicked across the field and were searching, looking for where they could best go to use while she unfastened the cape part of the armor. Just letting the durasteel and plastoid plates gleam over the thick iron skin. Then she saw it by the bridge. "Well I suppose one is as good as another." Offering her hand and a smile that had all the malicious intent of what she was going to do the chainblade revved up and SHinju prepared to go after the one jedi master. On platform whatever cause lazy and sick writer

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Between bridges​

Lucien watched as the fighters Paired off leaving him stood alone He was about to Generally Hinder the republic fighters attacking their minds however. An opponent made herself available. She sent ripples in the ground announcing her entry another Jedi Dog come to preach peace whilst holding their audience at gunpoint, Because only sith could be hypocrites. He was sent backwards. He somersaulted backwards Sliding to a stop. He stood up "Good morning Lady Jedi will I be receiving a dosage of gunpoint now or when I have a saber in your gut" He said to @[member="Saki"]. He pulled his blaster from his hip and tossed it down it was for show and would only get in the way. The came his saber ignited in a Hiss of grimson plasma. He ran his finger over The curved hilt. The took up His open stance. Side on, his blade pointed upwards at a diagonal angle.He would let the Jedi strike first it seemed most fitting. As he waited he unleashed a scathing mental attack on her attempting to fill her head with the sound of screaming Children. (I know of the Amulets defences but Lucien wouldn't)

 

[Rianna Organa]

@[member="JerrickShado"]

Holy smokes. Could she! She could. But. "He's your brother stalker. Are you sure?" This was a difficult choice she knew it, he was a man of honor and when he gave his word he was bound to it. If he broke it.

Would he break it to her? She thought briefly. She studied his eyes the pain of whatever was twisting within him evident. And this act would put him on trial. Her stomach tied into knots. She felt her teeth clenching at such a decision.

 

[Arage Bao]

There was surprise on his face, as cool blue eyes looked on while the Jedi threw her lightsabre on the ground and surrendered. He had not been expecting that, a ball of kinetite had already been forming itself in his hand. Ready to be thrown at her, but seemingly that was no longer necessary. With a flick of his wrist the hilt of her saber flew in his hand. Trust went only so far, she would get it back after the invasion.

"Forgive me if I am skeptical of your trusty nature. If you surrender, follow me. You will not be hurt."

@[member="Ane'irna"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

@[member="Talon Vosra"]

Stepping back into a balanced stance, the Zabrak nodded to the Jedi again as he went to move though he was pushed back by the shockwave from the arrival of Saki as she struck the ground. Moving with the blast the Zabrak ended up a few feet from the blast, his eyes moving to @[member="Lucien Cordel"] he gave him a silent nod before turning back to his opponent. Raising his shield the Zabrak waited his eyes going over the Jedi's form, his awareness waiting on the living Force patiently to find him a weakness.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Suddenly fringe troops were on them, instincty Jerrick tackled Rianna covering her, taking the hits of blaster fire with his armor. The decision was made, and it came from the heart knowing what was right. "Those...idiots!!!" He roared, turning around, quickly taking aim, his chip registered a squad, a soon to be dead squad of five.

"I'm not a a Czar, I am Jerrick Shado of the Shado clan." He breathed, squeezing the trigger. Pop went a head, the another squeeze, and another head. He scooped his helmet up, and put it back on. Jerrick was still young. Twenty years old, but feeling like he yes lived forever, and knew what he had to do all along. He charged at his full speed of 32 mph, kicking a trooper in the face, easily breaking his neck. Swinging his vibrosword into the next face he saw of the troopers, and throwing the blade into the gut of the last.

"I'm positive of this. I've sworn an oath to protect you..and so be it, I will betray command, and brother of war. Where am I needed friend?" He spoke watching the bodies lay dead. trial or not, he had a peace of mind. This would be the first time Rianna had seen Jerrick in his carnage, but this was nothing compared to the other feats he had accomplished. @[member="Rianna Organa"]

 

[Dharma Vessia]

@[member="Lady Exedō"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

It was sweet to hear that Shinju wanted time with the kids over fighting. However, both were there to push back the republic and defend new lands of the Fringe. Dharma had not been much on team work but they did help her get what she wanted. So she was going to repay it and have fun doing it. Following Shinju when she moved and selected a platform, the saber at Dharma’s side was taken and ignited. She started to suppress the talking inanimate object to better focus on what could be coming.

 

[Aran Finn]

@[member="Antares Windu"]

The Dark Jedi Knight was on quick on the Padawan's tail, well and truly on the hunt. Bounding after him, he refused to let the youngster get away from him. This was no fair fight, but battles truly had none of those. Man versus man, tech against tech until someone fell. The man felled was invariably defeated by someone stronger; better, perhaps. It was this way with Alen Na'Varro and the Padawan. He'd end his life, to spare him the sin of being part of an Empire that attempted to crush all beneath its boot heels.

Weaving through War droids with a burst of speed, he channeled the Dark Side with his defining rage and threw up a large Wall of Force energy right in front of the Padawan, quite literally in his face. Windu would not have time to stop or jump, such was the precision of Alen's placement of his Force energy Wall, a variant of the Shield he had learned while younger.

 

[Bubák]

The Twi'lek calmly watched as her opponent took her weapon. She made no move to stop him, although it was apparent her move had surprised him. All other Jedi refused to listen to their opponent, ignoring his words and not bothering to think about it, yet those words somewhat opened Ane'irna's eyes and made her see this conflic from a new perspective. There was some shame in leaving the other Jedi and Republic soldiers, but it felt right. She had sworn to protect the peace in this galaxy, a promise she had broken today. By surrendering to the enemy, she acted as a true Jedi. Part of her almost wanted to join the defending forces in their fight, as Jedi should help the oppressed in their fight against the aggressor. That meant she would fight against the Republic and the Jedi...and yet she would not hesitate to raise her blade against them, the ones who had decided to 'liberate' the galaxy and bring peace through war. Not even the Sith would have been this hypocritical. It pained Ane'irna to think about it, but the Jedi had became enemies of peace. "Thank you for your courtesy." She said, silently pacing behind the man. The Twi'lek felt no fear now; she had upheld the Jedi Code and tenets, making her better than the Jedi who mindlessly joined the slaughter. Ane'irna was among them...but not anymore.

@[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

Doc grabbed a nearby Fringe trooper, throwing his helmet straight into his face. The soldier fell with a broken face, and Doc grinned in delight as he turned and held his rifle at his hip, and his blaster pistol with the other. He fired his rifle like a madman, laying waste to the fringe troopers behind the barricade on the bridge. His blaster was more of a suppressor, but his rifle was wreacking... HAVOC. Get it? Havoc. And then the god-damn droids showed up. They began to tear into the Fringe lines, throwing blaster fire and missiles everywhere, much to Doc's dismay. Doc took cover, having to avoid both fringe fire and the stupid friggin droids. Doc peered around, curling himself under a pile of bodies and sandbags, the shaking and roar of the battle around him. He wondered if another person would come and fight him, someone who wasn't a fringe trooper or nameless droid.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

@[member="Grundark"]
FLYING ABOVE BRIDGE OMEGA
-Sith Reinforcement for Fringe-

A terrifying screech split the air overhead as the enormous shape of a Drexl dove through the clouds. Wings twenty meters long darkened the plateau below. Orcus felt exhilaration as he rode upon the Drexl's back. Any queasiness he felt at being airborne was shrugged off as the intense pain of the Orbalisk parasites clinging to his skin pushed out any hesitation. Flying relieved his pain. Dancing in the skies, so close to death... this was where Orcus felt most alive.

The Drexl swooped low, talons outstretched and plowed through a cluster of Republic soldiers, grabbing fistfuls of troops in its talons as it flapped upward. Then it released the soldiers from its clutches. Orcus watched them fall, screaming. Today, much glory would be his. Vengeance for the Sith Empire. Vengeance for those who had been wronged by the Jedi! The Drexl whirled again and came straight for the Plateau on the other side of Bridge Omega, where Republic forces were clustered.

Darth Orcus stood up in the stirrups and gathered all the residual pain from the Orbalisks and the rage flowing off of the Soulsaber's Dark Side nexus. The Soulsaber helped him concentrate it all with Battlemind. He opened his maw and bellowed.

"HHHAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUMMMM!"

A wave of blast overpressure left his mouth at speeds as fast as a hurricane. The blast wave hit the gathered troops below. The effect was like being hit by the shockwave from a laser-guided bomb. Internal organs exploded, limbs blew off, and Republic troops went flying through the air. Orcus trilled a bass hum in triumph, then shouted across the battefield as he circled overhead upon his Drexl.

"COME, REPUBLIC, FACE ME ANY WHO DARE!"

 

[Isar]

@[member="Kitt Solo"]
OMEGA COMMAND
An alated with a scabrous hide stirred upon the ground. Weirdward scales of white gleamed in the light. Long spikes protruded along its spine and at the end of the tail. Enormous leathery wings unfolded into the air, shimmering brilliantly. The Denizen raised his head and gave such a roar that the air itself seemed to shake.

Faenrovon had come.

Two beats of his enormous wings carried him out of the command center and onto one of the many battlefields raging across various plateaus. His landing caused the ground to tremble and his claws dug deep. He found Republic soldiers assaulting the Fringe.

"Come here, mortal!" His voice was an impossibly deep grating rumble.

Opening his maw, he unleashed an engulfing hellstorm of iridescent flame toward @[member="Doc"]. There was only one true Dragon's Flame on this battlefield.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

SOME BRIDGE
OBJECTIVE: PUT A STROMBOLI OUT OF HIS MISERY

@[member="Ordo"]

Mandalorians were weird. Code of honor this, funky gibberish language that. Hannibal didn't get it. It all seemed very overplayed to him. But now one of them tearing a swath through Fringe-Atrisian troopers while riding atop a hulking beast of a droid. A Basilisk War Droid. Hannibal was familiar enough with the model. Typical of what a Mandalorian would design- all guns, no style. It was respectable at the very least that they didn't waste time with the usual pomp of stylizing their droids. From the perspective of a droid engineer, Hannibal found it brutish, unsightly, but effective. That was not a perspective he was inclined to share with many people, as it would blow his cover appearance as an unsophisticated mercenary.

Oh well.

Hannibal watched the droid do its nonsense from a safe distance away, watching as it got closer and closer still through a pair of electrobinoculars. Next to him was an Atrisian ART-45. Hannibal did intend to fight that Mandalorian, but not while he was riding shotgun on that mechanized war beast of his. Hannibal was certainly armed and armored for the affair. New gauntlets, two Czerka pistols, a Czerka assault rifle, re-dressed X1 Stormtrooper armor of the Inquisitor variant, and his usual jetpack. This was certainly something he could handle.

"Shoot 'im down." Hannibal ordered the tank's operators, who were happy to comply. "See how tough 'e is when he ain't mounted up."

The tank fired off just about every weapon that was attached to it at the Basilisk War Droid: a cacophony of explosive rounds, a rail gun shot, and a swarm of blaster bolts of various tendencies.

 

[Rexus Drath]

Well the weapon was made out of wood, and the imperial knights armor was made to stand up against sabers and blaster bolts. So naturally this normally wouldn't be a threat. But sadly this was wielded by a Jedi knight and she knew how to put a little pep in her step. Slamming into him Rexus took a direct hit causing him to tumble backwards, her weapon cracking and splintering on his armor. Rolling backwards Rexus laid there for a few seconds before getting back up, she wasn't going to let some Jedi wench walk onto this planet claiming to bring freedom, when all she brought was death and destruction. She would pay for she did to his friends, she would pay dearly and watch what Rex did to her men.

Normally Rexus wasn't a person who embraced the dark side, he would of made a find Jedi in another life. But the dark side oozed off this man in waves right now. The smart move would be to have her squad attack the Jedi, but no. He wanted her to see what he was capable of. Dropping the attack on her mind Rex reached his hands out and suddenly the blaster fire behind the Jedi stopped. Afterwards little screams and pop shots with the blasters were heard. The men behind her were killing themselves. Some shooting each other or themselves in the heads. Others jumping to their deaths. They had mostly died horribly, and now it was time for Rex to make his move. However when the other Jedi came to fight Rex was not on th mood to play with him, blocking the saber across his chest he rolled and came out of it at a sprint towards the Ru

Keeping his sights focused on the the other Jedi Rex said not a word to either of the people there, he was out for blood now. This was a part of him he had never really shown. Running forward Rex made a slicing cut from right to left at the mid section of the Jedi. She was going to have to deal with him being purely focused on physical attacks until his mind rested from killing her troops. Following up with that strike Rexus made a few stabs at her chest before spinning and aiming a boot straight to the chest of the woman. She was going to have to use more than a stick to fight off this knight. @[member="Sochi Ru"] @[member="Marek S'hadar"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Arumi Zy"]

Soresu, as it happened, ranked among the worst forms for one to target with the intent of breaking through, and his wrists were no weaker than those of his enemy. His left blade went high to stop the head shot with minimal trouble. His right blade went lower, caught Arumi's gut shot with a deft, precise parry - a touch of Makashi, his other Form of choice, worked best against stabs. Their blades skittered against each other, nearly parallel. He broadened that angle as his left blade reversed course to catch the shoulder srrike with an impact that jarred his shoulder and into his spine.

But that move put both his blades inside Arumi's defense, so the impact was worth it. His high left blade chopped down point-blank at Arumi's right shoulder, and his low left blade aimed to bounce off the inside of Arumi's left wrist, then rake across his gut in the same motion.