Bil-Bring It (OS Dominion of Bilbringi)

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Bridge of her ship
Objective: Carrier needs to go away

As her apprentice and the acolyte made their way into the shipyard secretly to meet their new friend and to secure access for the remaining Sith forces that were raring to go and take the yard, Taeli was focusing more of her attention on the enemy carrier. It had begun to take some wear and tear from what she could see, but more enemy fighters had begun to emerge from the other yards and stations around the area. Having to divert forces to take them was fine by her, but still slightly annoying as the forces assigned to take the main yard would be weakened slightly . . . but such was a cost of this battle.

"Boost power by 5% to weapons," she ordered, one of the enemy bomber squadrons was beginning to make a run on her command ship. "Intensify forward defenses, keep those bombers away from us."

"Yes, my Lady!" the gunnery officer said, and the space around the Star Destroyer began lighting up like a Life Day tree. One bomber . . . then another . . . then another two. They were quickly wiped out by a combination of their fire and fighters intercepting them. The battle would continue to rage, but that was when a Republic corvette was caught by one of her ships and flames and equipment began spurting from it as a particularly powerful blast, she couldn't tell if turbolaser or molten coral, had blown out a significant chunk of the vessel.

[member="Darth Valtryx"] [member="Nyrrea Danton"] [member="Yurzhoc Shai"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Amaethon"] [member="Khallesh "][member="Darth Hauntruss"] [member="Silara"]

 

[Minna]

Valtryx smirked and nodded at the Twi'lek with appreciation. "Thank you. You should consider joining us full time." She said, before walking off down the hallway. Her plan was to head straight for the heavy security door the spy spoke of, since her job was to assassinate the republic scum no doubt inside. Through the first door and into the cantina, she scanned around for any signs of a trap, but saw none. Pushing onwards and out of the cantina, she reached the security door. She wasted no time, and ignited her crimson red lightsaber, digging it into the door and beginning to carve her way through it. On the other side screams could be heard already, music to Valtryx's ears.

Half way through her door-carving she was interrupted as the door itself opened. In surprise she looked ahead, only to see an armed security team pointing their guns at her. Immediately they opened fire, and she raised her lightsaber to deflect some shots back. A few of the blaster bolts returned to their sender, but more guards were running down the corridor. Valtryx swirved around the corner, entering the cantina once again. Opening her comms to the nearby Sith, she spoke. "Might need some back-up in the Cantina." Her voice was hurried, too focused on protecting herself from the flurry of blaster bolts that were flying around the cantina.

She knew she couldn't hold out on her own like this for long, and so with her spare hand she began to call upon the force. Outstretching her fingertips, lightning shot from her hand and hit the first group of guards. With screams of immense pain they shot backwards, shaking horribly. As she let them slump to the ground, more guards took their place.
Atleast she had bought herself some more time...

[member="Nyrrea Danton"] [member="Amaethon"]

 

[Amaethon]

The Acolyte heard [member="Darth Valtryx"] over the comm link and turned to Kerrigan. She nodded, having heard the same over the executive channel. At her gesture, the detachment advanced forward to the cantina. Along the way, they met no resistance, simply shoving aside stunned workers or clubbing them with rifle stocks. Amaethon strode right behind them, saber in hand but not activated.

They found the kitchen entrance and decided to cut through so that they could flank the security forces. Amaethon shoved aside two fearful undercooks with a blast from his outstretched palm as they came to the swinging doors leading to the cantina. The heavy blaster fire had echoed all the way down the corridor leading here. He thumbed his lightsaber on and looked to Lt. Kerrigan, nodding at the door.

They stacked up and, in short order, had thrown in a pair of stun grenades. They immediately followed the concussive blasts into the cantina proper. Amaethon came in after, saber at the ready....

 

[Dara Gola]

Nyrrea heard the call for help and stepped forward enough to see the small battle raging inside the cantina. She knew that If the Sith warrior failed they would secure the area, and discover her in the process. Her options were limited, there wasn't a clean way out of this and she knew it.

With a heavy heart she pulled out her blaster and toggled her lightsaber on. She was out the door and into the fight faster than a frenzied mynok. Her form was sloppy due to he lack of refined training at higher levels but her quick aggressive Juyo style combat was effective none the less. aggression fuled her attacks as quick slashes brought down several attackers before they even knew she was aiming at them. Her blaster never seemed to stop pumping bolts into the press of bodies.

She was so wrapped up in the moment that even the the blaster bolt she took to her lower right arm didn't stop her. The blaster pistol slipped out of her hand as she focused her every into every strike. Allowing herself to become rage embodied. Seething her anger and hatred into every strike as she quickly turned the tide of the fight. Republic forces were rethinking the assault on the cantina. Weary to enter the room. She knew it was only a matter of time before they changed their tatics and brought in heavier assault troops.

[member="Darth Valtryx"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Nyrrea Danton"] [member="Darth Valtryx"] [member="Amaethon"] [member="Yurzhoc Shai"]

"My Lady, we're almost ready for boarding operations," her commander said, coming up with a salute. "We've lost rought 30% of fighter craft, but the Republic have suffered significant losses. The enemy carrier is beginning to . . ."

"Pull out of the system?" she said, her eyes narrowed slightly. "I don't want it leaving Commander, I want it gone before it informs anyone of us taking the system before we fortify it."

"Yes, my Lady, consider it destroyed," he said hurriedly.

Turning her attention back to the fight, she could the second enemy corvette was crippled, listing in space and slowly turning as if lifeless. Even destroying the enemy space defenses was not enough though, they needed to establish mining locations within the asteroids of the system and finish taking the shipyards.

Giving the order, a massive force of boarding craft began sliding their way towards the main shipyard, which would inadvertently distract the forces inside as the main assault came to take them. More turbolaser fire, along with molten coral, began splashing against the carrier's shields and she could see signs of them starting to fail now. Not much longer, and her accompanying fighter craft and bomebers were either fully engaged by the superior Sith forces or in pieces.

Handing out a directive to some of her engineers that had accompanied the mission, she green lighted the construction of the first mining operation for Krayt in Bilbringi. She now fully intended to use this world as a hub for Krayt Industries, and those shipyards would be hers.

 

[Minna]

Valtryx watched the Twi'lek fall into the rage of battle, remembering the times when she did something similar. She could feel the burning rage building up, and it was beautiful. As the republic's opposition dwindled, their men began to stink of fear. They no longer dared to enter the cantina, instead retreating further into the shipyards. Once the Cantina was quiet she gestured for the others to follow her, leading the way through the once-sealed security door. The deeper parts of the shipyard were full of various rooms, but in none of them did she sense any life forms. Valtryx continued down the hallway, stopping only when more resistance arrived. "Give me a break..." She muttered to herself, raising her lightsaber once again, this time against more heavily-outfitted guards. Hopefully the Twi'lek had decided to follow, she was quite the fighter...

[member="Nyrrea Danton"] [member="Amaethon"] [member="Darth Arcanix"]

 

[Vrag]

Objective: All Your Base
Location: One of the shipyards
Allies: [member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Khallesh"]

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Bolts ripped through the air around her, sometimes entirely too close for comfort, but the woman was doing her best to be as elusive a target as possible. The rifle in her left hand was little more than cover fire; a distraction, if you will, while the red blade in her right did the most of the butchering. As a skilled Makashi practitioner, the Sith was used to the sideways stance she was employing now, which made hitting her a pain in the ass. Adding the general chaos to the mess did nothing to help the enemy, and the attacking troops were making good progress, pushing the defenders ever deeper into the station.

"Khallesh!" she barked into her comlink as her lightsaber danced in the air before her. The sooner they coordinated their onslaught, the faster they would overrun the guards protecting the shipyard. The Subaltern had proven to be quite open to cooperation on the few occasions they'd worked together in the past, and not quite as devoted to mindless destruction as most of her peers.

"What's your twenty?" the woman shouted to be heard over the sounds of death and blaster fire, taking cover as they reached the corner of the corridor. Her blue eyes found one of her soldiers, and after a brief moment of silent communication, the man deftly removed a grenade from his belt, cooking it for but a few moments before chucking the bomb at the wall opposite the enemy.

A chorus of expletives was the last thing they heard before the explosion shook the hallway, charring the metal and welding flesh to the floor and walls. Vrag and her complement of troops quickly made their way past, executing whatever poor sods were still alive after the explosion. A quick glance at the holo on her wrist let her know where they were, and the woman spoke into her comlink again.

"We're approaching the main yards from above, North quadrant of the facility, ETA five minutes," said the firrerreo as they rounded another corner, rifles and grenades at the ready.

 

[Yurzhoc Shai]

Fighting Starfighters...

"Three on my tail, I repeat three on my tail..." He grimaced as he felt the vibrations of the dovin basal and consumption occurring simultaneously. He wasn't going to lose Murvain today, took too long to fatten him up and grow him properly. Baring his teeth, he cut a 60 degree turn to his starboard side and initiated a barrel roll reverse attack, cutting off the turn of the three amidst their relatively horizontal arch. Stebbles screamed at the velocity and force on the cockpit and had Yurzhoc not been deeply entrenched into the coral skipper, he would slapped the amphistaff something fierce. As he came up behind the three ships, he let loose a barrage of plasma and molten rock from the main cannon and the rock spitters. With his proximity so close, the dovin basal yanked away their shielding and opened them up for the onslaught.

The rock tore gaping holes in their hull, eating up durasteel as it passed through and continued on it's way through the space. Like full metal jacket ballistics flung through dough, the republic forces didn't have a singular chance, especially against the use of the singularity field and engine combo. You get it? That was a pun.

He rejoined the ranks of the squadron, assuming the back end protection. The stomach of the coral skipper growled and initiated consumption once more. Like a space vacuum, but better. Yurzhoc watched, through the eyes of the coral skipper, as those three starfighters plummeted towards orbit and were eaten up by entry fire. Fire, such a beautiful thing.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: Random Assist
Allies: [member="Darth Valtryx"] [member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Nyrrea Danton"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bP1fyZkBH94​

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"Oh look at you, fighting with.. Well. I'm not sure who she is." On of these royal guards spoke in a rather familiar voice. The armored hand would reach down to an odd looking belt, and with a light tap, the armored figure would go away. Suddenly, the aura of the red man would suddenly fill the entire hallway. "You certainly took your time." Krest, or Darth Ferus, offered the slightest bow, even as the heavily armored foes began to turn their weapons on the now foe.​

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"Slot him now!" And a bang would ensue, but not the kind they had hoped for. You see, Ferus had chosen to hide in plain site, and while he did, he used a well known skill to Valtryx. Art of the Small. As he walked with these men, he changed the molecular structure of not only their armor, but the doors that would be locked. What did he change them to? Something far more explosive. The men who had thought Krest an ally and personal friend had there arms blow off at the elbow. Screams filled the halls as the three heavy guards fell back, staring at the stumps of their arms.​

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"I was getting bored." With a snap of his fingers, the red man would ignite his personal flame upon not only the men's suits, but all the doors behind him. A chorus of explosions would fill the air, and if not for the barrier Ferus had formed behind him, they very well may have ended up part of it. Once the fires died down, the man offered the most sincere bow he had to anyone. "Shall we continue my lady?"​

 

[Amaethon]

[member="Darth Valtryx"]

Amaethon fell in behind Valtryx as the cantina was quickly subdued. His group of troopers had survived unscatched except for some minor blaster burns. Such was the element of surprise. He had only needed to deflect a handful of bolts. He eyed [member="Nyrrea Danton"] from behind his mask. Probably the informant, he guessed.

 

[Dara Gola]

Nyrrea's head was clearing from the rage as time passed. the lack of bloodshed and aggression making the rage impossible to sustain on it's own. She looked down and could finally feel the would on her arm. It was a glancing blow, but enough of one to ensure that she wasn't going to be using her blaster for the rest of the fight, not that she remembered where she dropped it to begin with. She moved forward with the others, trying to stay back a bit, letting them take the lead, it was there fight after all. The arrival of more Republic troops started the battle anew She saw [member="Darth Valtryx"] glance her way, and she nodded, unsure of what else to do.

She reached out again for the force, allowing it to flow into her ever so slightly, she would need the enhanced reflexes and speed that it afforded her. As she touched it, she felt it flood into her, it felt like she was being consumed by the force, it flowed into her like a river bursting through a dam. Her whole body felt like ti was on fire. As she moved she became a whirling dervish of action. Her attacks flashing out at anyone that was in range. in just moments since the fighting had started she had taken down several Republic troops and at least one Sith commando that had come too close to her. Once, during the hectic combat, her lightsaber passed the space that had just been occupied by [member="Darth Valtryx"]. Her ability to distuinguish friend from fow was long gone. She was a tool of the force, her body being propelled ever forward into the melee, pushing her further away from the Sith strike team, further down the hallway until she was a lone combatant in a sea of Republic troops. it wasn't long before the trail of her destruction was the only sign that she was even still in the fight.


[member="Amaethon"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Valtryx"]

 

[Foebacca]

Objective: All your Base
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Republic

Foebacca launched his Yavin-class fighter from The Crimson Hunter, which he left behind an asteroid at the far end of the system. A few hours flight time would put him in the middle of the fighting in space. As he flew in system he trasmitted a personal message to [member="Darth Arcanix"]. "Ma'am. Foehammer here I'm here on [member="Darth Isolda"]'s orders to help take this system. I am in the Yavin-class Starfighter flying in system and heading to the shipyards. I can pilot pretty well but I excell with blood in my fur and my blades in my hands." The message sounded alot like Stephen Hawking had sent a voicemail. If she blew the Wookie's starfighter out of the fight...well there was nothing he could do about it granted he was there to help the One Sith. He flew on dodgeing fighters and trying to keep attention off himself and make it to the shipyards.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: All Your Base
Location: One of the shipyards
Allies: [member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Khallesh"]

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The other Vong squads were nearing from other directions, and the guards defending the shipyard found themselves caught in a crossfire of advancing Sith forces. Vrag and her soldiers kept them pinned as they continued shooting from the upper levels, the fearless warriors crawling all over the enemy below. She'd fought alongside the creatures in many a battle by then, and despite their questionable sanity, the Knight held a respect for the people as a whole. They could certainly cut a swath through an opposing force like nobody's business, and they soaked up enemy fire with similar skill; all in all, a very good battering ram and/or meat shield to have around.

While the Republic soldiers were focused mainly on the short-range oriented Vong, the firrerreo and a small complement of troops penetrated deeper into the structure in their search of the control room. Once they shut down the automated defenses and the shields, a more powerful and numerous onslaught of Sith would pour in from all sides, squashing the last of the resistance.

Vrag and her soldiers moved down the corridors surprisingly quietly, and once the woman found a room that didn't mirror the layout on the other side, they moved in formation. A few signals later, the squad burst in through the doors making short work of the shocked technicians. The few trained military personnel inside were quickly overwhelmed by the Sith, and the Knight smiled triumphantly as they disabled the shipyard's inbuilt defenses, kicking the figurative gates wide open. Soon enough, the place would be crawling with reinforcements, and they would cull out whatever Republic forces remained, only to turn their insatiable gaze upon the next shipyard of Bilbringi.

 

[Amaethon]

The Acolyte saw the defender their his rifle towards himself a split-second before it happened. With the Force to enhance his reflexes, a split-second was more than enough time. Amaethon thrust out his left palm, causing the muzzle to be knocked askew. The guard reflexively squeezed the trigger, firing straight into the back of their comrade just ahead. The body armor did nothing to stop a higher caliber bolt so close and the defender dropped.

Thrusting out his right palm, Amaethon sent his would-be killer flying into three others. He drew his lightsaber and ignited it in time to turn and deflect another bolt away from himself.

[member="Nyrrea Danton"] [member="Darth Valtryx"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Bridge of her ship
Objective: Destroy the carrier, establish mining operations

Taeli smiled as she watched the enemy carrier start venting atmosphere, they had unfortunately not been able to stop the attacks. Enemy fighters and bombers were still in the area, but their home base was now as good as gone. Turning her attention to the comms, she sent a message to their allies to focus on wiping out the remaining enemy fighters and bombers and to secure the remaining shipyards.

"Commander, let's begin stage three of things shall we? Send a message to Jaxson to have the mining crews and ships prepped for the beginning of getting mining operations for the Sith underway."

"Yes, my Lady," the commander said. A few minutes later, several bulk freighters and mining vessels dropped out of hyperspace, escorted by several Elytra-class frigates to protect them from the remaining enemy fighters. They would begin disgorging equipment, facilities, and men to begin setting up mining on the asteroids in the system and refining the mined ores, while the mining ships themselves would immediately begin the process of looking for ore-rich asteroids.

"All Sith forces, wipe out every defender you see," she ordered over a general comm. While the carrier was lifeless, the battle was far from over.

[member="Nyrrea Danton"] [member="Darth Valtryx"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Yurzhoc Shai"] [member="Foebacca"] [member="Amaethon"] [member="Vrag"]

 

[Foebacca]

Foehammer got the orders from [member="Darth Arcanix"] and did exactly that. He targeted a Republic Bomber and fired off two concussion Missiles and hit it square in the engines obliterating the bomber. As he turned to get to the unshielded Shipyards he fired on another Republic fighter chasing a Sith Starfighter. Yeah it wasn't his kill but it threatened his Allies so it took priority. After that situation was dealt with he got to the unshielded and vulnerable Shipyards where he landed his Yavin-Class Fighter in it's bay and popped the canopy. He had only a few minutes to get his Gear situated. HE grabbed his hammer and Ryyk blades. He also took the FC-1 Flachette Launcher and headed for the nearest battle sounds. Here was hoping that the Vong didn't think him an enemy and start attacking him.

"To all Sith in the area. This is Foehammer. I'm on the shipyards that just lost their shielding. I am here on behalf of the Red Ravens. Republic Defenders. If you see the Burnt Wookie with a respirator, don't run. You will only die tired."

[member="Nyrrea Danton"] [member="Darth Valtryx"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Shia"] [member="Amaethon"] [member="Vrag"]

 

[Vrag]

Objective: All Your Base
Location: One of the shipyards
Allies: [member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Khallesh"] | [member="Foebacca"]

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Her comlink came to life just as she headed out of the control room, her soldiers in tow. She'd left a few behind to guard the strategically important location, but most of the original squad was still alive and kicking, if a bit bruised.

"Welcome to cleanup, Foehammer," responded the Knight as she met up with another division of troops. They made their way downwards and into one of the secured hangar bays, black armor mixing with the earthy greens of Vong.

Maybe I should've gone into fashion, the woman wondered, absurdly, as he blue eyes tracked the movements of her forces. The warriors of Yu'yuuzhan had the situation well in hand, it seemed, and with the arrival of reinforcements, the remaining Republic resistance would soon meet their end.

"Tell those nerds that the Sith say hi," Vrag chuckled into her mouthpiece before signing off as she stepped into the dropship, the ramp closing behind her.

The next shipyard would soon be subject to their gentle ministrations, and with one already occupied, the conquerors were coming in at full force.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

Aboard the Bilbringi shipyards, a man with really, really good security clearance did what he had always done when especially ambitious threats assaulted the Republic. His interventions in the SCINET system had always been...if not welcome, than at least timely. A sign, to those with even higher clearance than his own, that Rel Connory was not dead and gone. What they made of the result, of course, was up to them.

SCINET heuristic artificial intelligence was self-propagating within sane limits; every major Republic military asset contained several iterations. The Bilbringi shipyard contained thousands, designed to coordinate their efforts against hostile foreign AI, technopaths and the like. The calculated risk he was taking, from the Republic's perspective, involved making some of those iterations sessile. Putting them to sleep for future use, using protocols and access routes that literally nobody else knew about. Because the Republic's premiere artificial intelligence line of defense? Yeah. He'd written every line of it.

 

[Minna]

"I had it under control," Valtryx smirked at the Zabrak, holstering her lightsaber now that the resistance was quelled. With a few graceful steps forward, the red-haired sith would place a kiss upon her partner's cheek, before continuing down the corridor casually. She passed various doors, none of which bore any interest to her whatsoever. It wasn't until another security door at the very end of the shipyard's maze-like interior appeared did she stop. This time, instead of using her lightsaber to burn through the door, she merely outstretched her palm and focused on the metal's atoms. Yes, she too was going to use the Art of the Small. From the center outwards the door began to melt, a flame spreading as if it were nothing but burning paper. Slowly the surprised screams of those inside could be heard crystal clear as they gazed in shock through the ever-growing hole. They were met with nothing but Valtryx's evil smile.

Once the hole was big enough, the red-head stepped through, unsheathing the two swords from her back and spinning them around in her hands. "Now, who wants to die first?" She'd ask, with terrified screams being the only reply.

[member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Amaethon"] [member="Nyrrea Danton"] [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nlJuwO0GDs​

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"Oh come now, I was just having my fun." A faint grin formed on the face of the red man before he would fall back, opting to follow her instead. Both of his hands rested behind his back, clasped together. Valtryx did not need his help to go farther, so rather than get in the way, he would watch. A surprised brow would lift however as he saw her skill with melting the door. Very impressive. He would of made a compliment, but the screams filled the air much faster then he could of.

Of course, he would step in after her, already pulling free his own Sith sword. Ferus would not make the first move, but he certainly would join in the slaughter once it began.


@Darth Arcanix @Amaethon @Nyrrea Danton [member="Darth Valtryx"]