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

[Break]

Break was pulled from his chase, @[member="Alen Na'Varro"] was hot on the trail of something and Break wanted a piece. He cut his Comm beacon warning the Vong he had changed plans. Break moved at top speed chasing after Alen. His core was still doing fine Break noted he probably had a while before he needed power again. Weapons ready Break charged after the dark jedi hoping to get in on the hunt.

 

[Avalore Eden]

Waaaaaaaay in the back of Republic Forces.
In the command area - Medical Tents/Bay/Whatever/I didn't read everything guys sorry.


The Republic had no lack of Healers, but they did have a lack of profficient Healers that weren't currently entering the fray. Avalore Eden, though yet still a padawan and now a veritable planet on her own at the 7 month mark of her pregnancy, had at the very least promised to stay out of the fight. She was a practiced and trained Healer and had the potential of leadership in her, which made her a prime choice out of...everyone else, to help keep the medical tents smoothly operating.

With the battle just begun she had yet to really see too many injuries, but they were starting to trickle in. Hefting her bulbous self around, Jedi robes barely containing that belly of hers, Avalore moved from one station to the next, keeping out of the way of the attending Medics and helping to speed along recovery process where a Healer's touch was needed. The day had just begun and she was already hungry.

This was going to be a doozie.


TL;DR - Pubs if you get a booboo, come see me in the medical area. <3

 

[Commander Lusk]

Betrayal, Rolland picked up everything from the helmet feed of Jerrick's armor. He listened and watched as he cast him asside like a piece of meat for some Jedi adulteress. What very little humanity Rolland had inside of him that could be saved by Jerrick was now dead. He would no longer Trace Rolland Jedi padawan, that part of him was dead and gone forever. A coldness washed over his body before his blood began to boil, the only person in this galaxy he had ever cared about, the only person he had ever loved like family just cast him aside and for a war driven culture like the republic. He was going to pay, and Rolland wasn't a person who forgave, he would have his blood. All of it

Letting out a long pained war cry Rolland could be heard amongst almost the entire battlefield over his brothers betrayal. Aiming the Kracken at Jerrick the barrels began to cycle until hundreds upon hundreds of slugs came tumbling at him. The machine roared loudly as the automatic fire pounded Jerrick's position. He knew his brother would survive it, but this was for him to show that he meant business at this point. Firing a good three thousand rounds at Jerrick Rolland wouldn't end his brother this way. He loved him too much to kill him with this machine. Grabbing his IAS he unhooked the knife gifted to him by the fringe before tossing the rifle to the side. Now came what he would end him with, reaching down Rolland grabbed the heavy slug throwing pistol.

Fighters and bombers screeched above head lighting the skies and ground bellow with fire, war had come here and good men and women would stand to face the fight. But Rolland was not among those good people, aiming his pistol at nearby troopers the czar cut a path of bodies between him and Jerrick. Standing above where he had pinned down Jerrick he had not know if the slugs had hit him or not. "You are dead to me" Rolland meant that in more ways than one at this point and would kill him. @[member="JerrickShado"]

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

@[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"]


"That sentence and threat would only make sense, if I had been hiding or otherwise being away from you! You should have said something like 'OH LOOK, TIME TO EAT YOU' OR SOMETHING! COME ON!"Doc said, taking cover as the flames washed over the barricade. Doc peaked up and over, before narrowing his eyes. He gave himself the old-Havoc-squad hype-up, and leaned over the side, and aimed the hefty M45 at the dragon. The rifle shook violently in his hands, as he placed accurate and precise fire towards the dragon, his proficient in the weapon second only to his proficiency in combat medicine. After all, Doc was a combat medic, and you didn't get into Havoc squad by being able to put booboos on people, that was for sure.

Also, Doc didn't really know what to think, because, well, he had never been almost deep-fried by a dragon.

 

[Dredge]

The rat had seemed to have dodged the fire that consumed them by doing nothing, a brilliant tactic indeed. And then he managed to cut the heads off not one but two Vong warriors of the fifteen that surrounded him, the Jedi truly had so much potential in their padawans these days, but he was small so he could not maneuver his way out the overlord supposed. But he was a padawan a small stubby green padawan that believed he could even hold a candle to the power that was the supreme overlord of the Yuuzhan Vong. Looking down dredge backed before the insect could hit him. He was way out of his league on this one, Dredge would teach him to pick his fights better.

"Go away rabbit." And that's all he was to the lord of the horde, a rabbit fighting a lion. Amphistaffs in hand dredge extended his hand as the whip staff attempted to curl around the padawan and throw him aside so he could continue the fight with his master. "Keep him busy" Coming forwards were the fire breathers that attacked him before, this time they would not miss him but instead set sna man ablaze. He was not sure if the Jedi had been cast aside by the lord so the writer would not in good faith write another attack against the short little midget Yoda thing. @[member="Yinch"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Again he had to push @[member="Rianna Organa"] out of the way, behind a fallen pillar of some sorts. He knew what was coming, but still his peace of mind stood strong. Bullets crashed into the pillar thing, eating them and causing no harm. The roar that emitted from Rolland was one of pain, and anger.

BETRAYAL
It did things to people, like this Sin person he had heard of, and now he was among those group of people who had a special place in hell. he heard slugs hit men, and heard the deaths. Republic troops came up from infront to attack, seeing Jerrick as a enemy they fired. He had no choice to to fire back with his rifle, dropping them.

Rolland was now above them, and he heard all to clearly what was in his voice. Another tear fell from his eye as he could see what his decision had done, in the end though this wasn't for the Republic, or the Empire. The Fringe could go stick things where the Sun didn't shine for all he could care. No this was for his friends, those he had abandoned, hurt, nearly killed..and for those..who needed to be killed.

"I know Rolland." Was all he said as he tackled him away fell Rianna. Using all his weight into it, knowing this wouldn't phase him, but it would get him away from Rianna, and into a open area to make this more personal. tossing aside his rifle, he pulled his sword from the dead fringe body. "Rolland...I'm sorry." He said again. He circled the man. He knew he was about to die. "I would rather die by your hands brother, then by any other foe." He spoke more to @[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]

 

[Sarianna]

REPUBLIC COMMAND CENTER
@[member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

Sarianna moved as she looked about the area, she couldn't see the soldiers but she understood what was coming while she moved quickly. "Get the artillery set up and in the back. I want a blanket bombardment of the kill zones. Have the soldiers ready to move under cover while the tanks move with the anti-air divisions." Her face was show a stern look before looking out over the field more towards where the Fringe commander would be. The force searching with her few skills of sense while battlemind was working to make her feel clearheaded.

"Have the Walkers pepper the area and protect the sides while setting the pace for the men. Finally for now call in Havok squad, get them on a ridge to paint targets with strike rifles for the gunships." A look remained while she moved near her own pair of war droids and a small meditation area was set up. She was feeling the battlefield as the troops moved in pace with the walkers, the artillery shells firing off into the distance to come at the Fringe forces.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Bridge Zeta
@[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Daella Apparine"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Diana's face was stone. She did not care for the words of either of the Sith women, nor did she pay attention to them. From this far away she could sense the taint of the Darkside within them, the stink of the pain and the suffering. It was only worse when a sword was drawn, almost instantly Diana's hairs stood up on the back of her neck, a tingling running down her spine.

This was not the first Sith Sword she had encountered, and she could feel its bite even several dozen feet away. That blade was dangerous, and she would have to avoid it.

With a slight listless stare Diana lipped the lightsaber in her left hand around, turning it so the blade was behind her back. With a single glance at @[member="Daella Apparine"] Diana stalled her assault for only a second. Her entire body tensed however and the force began to flow through her to an extreme amount.

Her skin began to almost give off a soft glow, and her eyes seemed to shift slightly.

“I do not want to kill you.” Diana said in a placid voice. “But I shall if you refuse. Put down your blade, get down on your knee's, and surrender.”

Her voice became hard as stone. “Return to the light, Sith.”

She spoke to both women, though her hard stare was directed at the woman with the sword.

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

In a way, it was strange fighting on O'reen again. Last time, not so long ago, he'd been in orbit, dealing with a surprisingly skilled enemy commander. The battle on the ground had gone much smoother, though the people of O'reen had resisted fiercely at first. Hell, it seemed only recently that the planet had really been pacified, and now here they were under attack again. In all likeliness, this was going to spark ANOTHER uprising. Assuming they won, of course.

But things were looking pretty good on that account. Cyrus had enlisted the aide of a few clever engineers and gotten a direct feed from orbital surveillance ships patched in to the command console of the AT-SA he was inside. It gave him a full 3d display of the battlefield, and for the moment the Imperial and Fringe forces had the advantage. Republic strategy seemed to be focused on utilizing their Force-Users as spearheads for assaults. Great in theory, but if countered with other Force-Users it meant they stalled out quickly. Soldiers so dependent on having Jedi be able to clear a path quickly got bogged down by even rudimentary defenses when those Jedi were pushed back by an onslaught of Sith and dark masters.

The Force was a powerful tool, to be sure, but it wouldn't win a war. Logistics was king, as always, but solid tactical thinking helped, and the Republic had yet to show much of any here. Now what did that say about the Sith, if they fell basically overnight?

More Fringe forces had been landing, and the chatter on the nets seemed to indicate that Bridge Omega was going to be the designated hardpoint, if everything broke. Orders were given, and the battalion moved out in good order. Traveling parallel to the line of battle made for an interesting sight. Here and there groups of soldiers clustered around cover and defensive positions, either regrouping or prepping to go on the attack. The fighting was fiercest on and around the three for four bridges that connected the large plateaus of O'reen, but there was skirmishing even down into the valley. What purpose that, it was hard to say, since you could hardly get back up the other side while it was defended.

Something changed on the Republic lines. A shift in movements, a slight alteration of the way groups of soldiers and vehicles merged and parted from one another. Someone or something had taken charge. The surveillance ships in orbit reported the appearance of armor and walkers towards where the Republic had put together their makeshift command center. Likely including AA and Artillery as well. A second report indicated that the Force Recon units had just launched and were enroute, eta 12 mikes.

Cyrus made a note to requisition a spare suit of armor. Things were about to get interesting.

@[member="Sarianna Misarr"]

 

[Saki]

Between bridges
@[member="Lucien Cordel"]

Saki look up from under the robes hood before she took up back. Letting her ponytail slip out and the sigil glowed brighter under her shirt and cloths. The mental defenses of it becoming apparent as he was speaking. A smirk on her lips and a burst of speed into her legs had her going at the bridge and the fringer, no need for words and she let her intention be clear. She wasn't going to talk, it wasn't needed as slowly her hands went to the side and her energy rippled. The cool wash of force power meeting the fiery breadth of her emotions until it clashed and the first crescent of force energy arced from her left hand. Trying to go at Lucien's feet, a second arc trying for his chest before she lept again with a bicycle kick trying to send twin arcs of force energy off as the vaapad enhanced her attacks towards Lucien's face. The sigil enhanced her and she tucked in higher. Her knees almost coming to her chest like a cannon ball as both hands twisted so she brought them down in an overhead slam. The armorweave robe and bracers enough to absorb a saber strike for now while they came down to try and shatter his collarbones. Blunt force trauma was the name of the game as the first prepared counter came to mind, if he block her feet that were tucked in would shoot out towards the kneecap of the man to try and shatter them. Her entire movement was made to reel and break without putting a saber in his gut yet.

 

[Allyson Locke]

BRIDGE ZETA

Spencer settled in behind Ashin, she knew her place in this battle and quickly assessed the two Jedi in front of her. They were strong there was no questioning that, more so she felt they were a better face of the Order than the Grand Master herself. That earned a bit of respect from the runaway padawan. Though if they had been in the order when she was there, things might have been different. Spencer enjoyed the way things were though, so no regrets.

“You two have made quite a name for yourselves.”

Rumors and stories - reputations always seemed to proceed people before they met. Spencer drew in breath and focused her mind, unlike the other three Spencer was focused on the mental side of the force. A cheeky smile spread across her face as she listened to Diana and her wishes to not kill them.

“That is the problem with the Jedi, constantly seeing things as black and white. To understand the Force you must understand its entirety, not just one side. Either way, we aren’t going to give up and I don’t expect the Jedi to give in as well. You came with a purpose and I’m going to assume it was to wipe us out - just like the Empire.”

Her mind focused on Ashin for the time being, they hadn’t attacked yet, but with blades drawn they had intent. The Battle Meditation specialist focused on boosting her companion and herself through the Force. Force Valor raised their awareness and helped provide guidance and clarity through the Force. Spencer remained still, never drawing a weapon.

“So, if I’m wrong in your reasons for attacking us - please correct me.”

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

 

[Lucianus Adair]

@[member="Sochi Ru"] had pulled at him with the imperceptible Force that they both used, and though she could not bring him to her with such a will, he went willingly, nonetheless, a party to her battle with @[member="Rexus Drath"]… and now, with @Marek S’hadar, who made a matter of joining the fray almost… joyfully, full of the anger that was not a marker of a Jedi Knight, by making a slash for the chest of the ally of Lucianus, which the former Imperial Knight deftly swatted away. At the same time, @[member="Zius Aurus"] joined their fight, and the odds with this pair were tipped heavily in favour of the Fringe, as they seemed to be all over this battlefield.

This made the smile on the face of the predator deepen into a wolfish grin, and he moved to act, engaging the Jedi Knight Marek S’hadar by lashing out at the man with the Force in a heavy shove, to set him apart and make this Jedi his prey.

“Let them alone!” He growled as he had swiped out with a heavy-handed Force shove, speaking with a voice raised over the sounds of the clash all around them, and as Marek was subjected to this bullying move in the Force, the Sith Knight rushed him, the blade of his lightsaber impossibly dark as he brought it bearing down hard on his adversary in an unforgiving, brunt slash that would ideally cleave him from right shoulder to left hip if he did not reciprocate with a defense… or an offense.

“Your fight is with me… and I see you are more than happy to engage, Jedi!”

That one word, ‘Jedi’, was spat out contemptuously. The temporally-displaced Sith had met and fought Jedi that were the true article in bygone times, and few of those gathered into this war were as such. Especially not, it seemed, this Marek S’hadar. He wondered, with some fleeting interest, what would become of this man… would he fall, in time, to the demands of his deepest natures?

 

[Commander Lusk]

Being tackled away from the Jedi Rolland through a few punches as they tumbled and fought. Rolling and tumbling the pair made their way through the dirt and blood of others around them. Now standing up Jerrick began to speak to him, to say he was sorry. Rolland would give him one last sound of his voice before he would end Jerrick. His brother, the only person who we ever cared about. "Mom gave you everything! She made you what you are! Without her you would be some two bit smuggler!! She saved you from a life of crime and drugs and this is how you repay her!! By siding with a Jedi whore!!" Rolland shouted for the first time in his career of being a Czar the man was yelling at Jerrick telling him how he thought. Jerrick was everything to Rolland, but not anymore. Not anymore

A coldness washed over Rolland as he stared down a Jerrick the skull on his visor looking deep into his own eyes. Jerrick knew that his eyes were poised on him. Surrounding the two brothers was sheer chaos. Death and explosions but here in this small circle the only things that mattered were Rolland and his brother Jerrick. Grabbing the knife he shoved it into its sheathe and let it rest. Now would begin the fight between the two Czars. Reaching on his back Rolland didn't grab the shotgun but he drew the long cerimonial vibro Katana slowly from his back. "You're not sorry Zero One, but you will be." Gripping the katana and pistol in both hands Rolland would end his brother.

Running forward he fired a few shots at Jerrick with the slug thrower aimed at his chest, the pistol was more than capable of piercing the armor with its anti armor rounds. Firing a good three to four shots at his brother Rolland closed the distance and swung the katana down in a vertical motion to bring gravity down with his immense strength. He would make sure Jerrick got what he deserved for betraying him and the rest of his brothers and sisters. Following up with the strike Rolland aimed another straight at his mid section to stab him. @[member="JerrickShado"]

 

[Arage Bao]

And that was that, silently they moved out of the battlefield towards a gunship Jared had called in. Just before they stepped in, he reached out towards Sargon and the rest. “Watch your ass, Sargon. If you need help, just scream my name.” They would probably be fine without him, but still he worried for his comrades. The Jedi were fierce warriors when they dropped their act of peace.

After that they sat down in the gunship, which would transport them to the Omega Command Point. She would probably be relatively safe there. Jared had not bothered to shackle her, if she wished to kill him she would have done that back then. Instead she dropped her weapon and surrendered. Curious really.

“How are you feeling?”

@[member="Ane'irna"]

 

[Rasu Gan]

Plateau One
Objective: Stop Supreme Overlord Dredge

Again fire was wrought around her, Rasu once more called upon the Force, making it so the the flow of fire split in front of her and passed by harmlessly on either side. Her maneuver burned those of Dredge's company that had decided to come to close to the Headmistress. However she spotted Yinch flinging himself closer and closer to their fight, unaware of the beasts fiery breathe, if the Shi'ido did not do anything, he would most certainly be burned. Extending out also, she suffocated the flames, erecting a shield stopping the flames around the creature's mouths. The flames ceased and Rasu once again turned her attention to the numerous Vong that were approaching.

Her Padawan made short work of two of the warriors, leaving his Master to handle the others, heading off to face the Overlord himself. Panic surged through her being, she knew that the green creature was no match for the Vong leader, so picked up her pace, putting more ferocity into her strikes, using the Force to guide her arm and lightsaber. Before long, Dredge's lackey's lay dead, slashes appearing in the multiple weak spots of their crab armor, and the few strikes taken by Dredge had been deflected harmlessly with her lightsaber, as his focus had been more on her Padawan than the Knight herself. Rushing to the aid of her Padawan, she found him already entwined in the long amphistaff held in the Overlords hand, the fire-breather creatures opening their mouths once more to engulf him in their fiery breathe. Thinking quickly, she could see the Overlord approaching her but also the predicament that Yinch was in. Using a Force-enhanced leap, she bounded over the head of the Supreme Overlord and landed in front of Yinch, her hand already up to split the flow of fire like before, saving her Padawan from a rather toasty death.

"You have to be more careful Yinch, don't bite off more than you can chew." she said to him as the fire raged around them. She cared for the green creature and didn't want to see him killed. Turning her focus back to the fire breathers, she began to push the flow of fire back, straining under the pressure. The flames were soon swallowed by its creator, ceasing the attack and giving the pair of Jedi a chance to turn their attention to Dredge. Not wanting to the advantage she had created, she attacked, slashing with her sabers, clashing with the two amphistaffs that he now held. Kicking open his legs, she slid underneath, aiming a slash at the more sensitive groin area, where the armor was weaker. Then appeared from behind, delivering a few slashes to his back and neck. With her onslaught completed, she jumped back a few meters, recreating the distance between them and to see how effective her strikes had been


@[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"], @[member="Yinch"]

 

[Break]

Break was hot on the trail of his target and he had caught a glimpse of whom he was chasing it was the padawan @[member="Antares Windu"] . Break would have his revenge for his friend. He would bring him to his knees and force him to hear the song of his sonic blaster. he raised his weapon in an attempt to slow the young organic. He fired his plasma in bursts. ahead behind and directly at the padawan. This would surely get his attention.

 

[Soeht]

Bridge Zeta

Once Daella and @[member="Diana Moridena"] reached Bridge Zeta - where @[member="Ashin Varanin"] and @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] stood - Daella ignited her lightsaber once her feet touched the bridge’s walkway. Her right side faced the two Dark Jedi with her yellow bladed pointed at the two. She had her head turned lightly to her right with her chin tilted down slightly. Her cold blue eyes glared at Spencer and Ashin with the tips of her eyebrows narrowed and a slight frown.

As Spencer, Ashin, and Diana spoke, Daella remained silent. She maintained her glare and stance even as the wind began to pick up in strength. She did not respond to Spencer’s words, nor echo Diana’s.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Quickly evading the shots with a quick double side step, only one got him, and it hit his shoulder. Pain tried to creep up, but Jerrick ignored it cause Rolland was on him now with a katana. he blocked the vertical with a horizontal, and jumped back away from the stab to his mid section. "She's not mother!! She's a doctor with no sense of humility!! Have you see. what she's done?!" Now the emotions poured out, as for the first time in Czar history, two fought for the death of the other.

"Don't do this Rolland! You have a choice!" He said as he set himself in a guarded stance. "You're a good man inside, and these wars have blinded us." He kept on. "Don't make me break into song!" He jokingly threaten. If he died to today, it would be a honorable but sad death, it effect both for the rest of their lives. Well..Jerrick wouldn't have a life.

"She was to help you!! Help bring back your memory! The memory the 'mother' took fell you!"
@[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Sopher felt the ground under his feet, he was allowed out of the academy for this one. He had missed the invasions on the Sith, but there were reasons behind that. His original was tempted by the darkside, by the Empress herself - or thats what he was told. He was angry, knowing full well he was nothing like that heretic. Meditation was key for his anger and he soon watched as it disappeared. Happy and under control once again, he made his way through the camps. He had been ordered by his Master to linger back and help the Jedi returning for healing.

Despite his original, Sopher was never a healer. Moving about, he found a familiar face, the girl was Diana’s student and they had met a few times in passing. He knew her name and quickly scampered over - it was nice to see familiarity while his Master was defending their freedom.

“Avalore! Avalore!”

Coming closer to the place where she was, he smiled happily. Though noticing she had put on some weight, oddly enough only in her midsection he did his best to compliment.

“I see your tunic has gotten bigger! You must be eating really well...yum that Academy food huh!”

@[member="Avalore Eden"]

 

[Darth Proeliator]

@[member="Lucianus Adair"]
@[member="Marek S'hadar"]

Darth Proeliator had never fought a battle quite like this, even when taking Dathomir and Korriban for the Sith in centuries past. Nothing had ever been so hectic, nor had such power in the Force ever been gathered in one place. It was chaotic, intoxicatingly so, and he thrived on it. He was clad in his beskar war armor, which had seen more and more frequent use as of late.

The Sith Knight turned and saw his ally, Lucianus, another Eclipse member, engaging a Jedi. Calling on the Dark Side, he would move to the Jedi's right side, and unleash a volley of Force Lightning against the man. The goal was simple, force the Jedi to choose to either block the lightning or Lucianus' saber stroke. At least, that was the idea behind it. Whether or not it worked was another.