Bil-Bring It (OS Dominion of Bilbringi)

[Vrag]

Objective: All Your Base
Location: Shipyard no. 2
Allies: [member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"]

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Even though she disliked space, Vrag could still appreciate the few qualities it had; in this instance, this was the silence borne of endless vacuum. Between the barking of blaster rifles, the clicking of Vong, and the screams of the dying defenders, the Knight was quite happy to be steeped in the soothing quietude of the black expanse. She closed her eyes as she leaned back into her seat, allowing herself a moment of respite before she would delve into the thick of it again. Her heart was pounding in her throat, fast and hard, and the woman wondered how much longer she could sustain the brutal pace of the Sith expansion if it weren't for her natural healing.​

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Another hard beat against her ribs gave her an all too clear an answer, and Vrag swallowed her sudden unease, bracing herself for landing as the warning came from the cockpit. Moments later, the ship came roaring through a hole left in the wake of a Yorik-Trema. The warrior was forced to bury her concerns in the face of the mounting danger, higher thought processes drowned out as adrenaline flooded her system anew. She poured out from the vessel along with her troops, a hail of bolts meeting them as soon as they set foot on the station.​

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A warm welcome, though perhaps not exactly what the book on etiquette had meant. No matter; the Republic forces would have them pinned down in a matter of seconds if they didn't do something, and the Knight signaled for the squad to take cover behind the Vong ship that lay dying in the middle of the corridor. It would buy them some time, at best, and she didn't doubt that the defenders of the shipyard would go to any lengths to prevent it from falling into the hands of their sworn enemies. Her mind was racing as she kneeled on the unforgiving floor, her armored back flush against the Yorik-Trema that had carved their way through the hull in the first place.​

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The Yorik-Trema, her lips fell open as the idea struck her, and without further ado, the woman ignited her lightsaber straight into the body of the giant organism. She knew she was taking a huge risk, poking the dragon like that, but it was either that, or wait until one of the Pubs remembered to use grenades. She would take her chances with a raging Vong beast, thank you very much.​

 

[Yurzhoc Shai]

Fight Starfighters...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uu3scfuB8lU​

"HAHA, you die!" He screamed into the cognition hood and Villip. His voice boomed across the squadron, with all but one of the coral skippers reliquished of life. Twas a good vong in that yorik-et, through Yurzhoc, as he silently envied the painful rapture and death of his comrade. A blaze of glory, one should always hope for such an honorable end. His rock spitters and plasma flung through the open space, amidst the barrage of the other vehicles, as they began to taste the blood of republic soldiers through the zephyr of space. His arms trembled with excitement, so much death and so much pain, what more could the domain Shai want? Nothing, he answered, as if presented the question by his non-sentient amphistaff.

The squadron banked on the starboard side before straightening out and orienting themselves back to the carrier from which they turned. It was at this moment that, upon their flank, three mechanical starfighters tore into the dovin basal of the furthest back coral skipper. Even a dovin basal can be overloaded, it seemed, as the fire erupted upon the coral skin and ignited the ship. They pushed forward, the Vong squadron straightening out their line, and performing stern turn before initiating a barrel roll attack in unison. "Cut hard!" Yurzhoc yelled as the group worked in tandem, finding themselves on the back end of the starfighters. Surprised that that worked the second time, the Vong bore into the metal husks with rock and magma, tearing through the shield and durasteel alike. There was nothing left but the smile upon the face of the commander, assumed only for this excursion. 12 vong came in, 10 were left. Those are good odds.

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

Having infiltrated the shipyard central asteroid base, Darth Hauntruss and her black clad stormtroopers made their march into deeper territories. Striding into a corridor they were meet with a republic force detachment. Immediately blaster bolts spattered in bright beams. Raising her blackened glove she deflected the beams into the walls. Igniting her saber whip she gestured her units to form a perimeter around her and create a firing kill zone.

"First row kneel and aim for closest soldiers. The rest of you take out the officers!" Hauntruss shouted, then waving her arms the force exploded in an invisible rush that tossed aside the closest obstructions made by the Republic soldiers. "I will deal with this rabble." She hissed in a low angry tone. Rushing forward the dark side bleeding from her every pore she descended upon the Republic soldiers like the sea swallows an ship. Crack and snap. The red blade weaved a bath of death and destruction. One of the soldiers attempted to call for more aid but Hauntruss fell upon him with a morbid grin, "There is no escape!" SNAP, the energy whip burned through the man's neck letting the weight of his own head to complete the decapitation.

Halting she pointed to a central observation deck. Pointing at it she barked more commands, "Take that deck, I will take the others and break any who try to come near. MOVE!"

 

[Dara Gola]

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

Nyrrea finally was released from her force fueled rampage, her cybernetic hand was not much but a gore coated stump and her lightsaber was gone, replaced with a Republic issued combat knife. She felt drained beyond belief. she had never felt like that before when she touched the force. It was as if the entire universe was trying to rip through her skin. she looked back at the carnage that was wrought by the Sith advance and was almost sick. Bodies and blood covered the hallway in all directions. She saw the contingent of Sith standing by the last closed door and slowly made her way towards them. she was barely able to keep a steady pace, her body was exhausted from the sheer trauma of that much power flowing through it, but she held her head up high. " This should be the last bunker door, once inside the Republic commanders should be just a few meters away." As she reached the group, [member="Darth Valtryx"] had just pried open the doors. She raised the knife into a fighting position and readied herself for what was sure to be another bloody confrontation.

 

[Foebacca]

Foehammer was getting paid to kill Republic soldiers. Easy kills still got him paid but they weren't any fun for him so with it only being clean up kills he loaded back into his fighter and made his way to another shipyard. He was in the vicinity of the shipyard with the dragon but he wasn't going to rumble with anything the likes of which could eat him in one fell swoop. Not when it was as crazy as that one was. He wasn't going to land at the shipyard until he took a hit in the left engine and had to set down. As he landed the Republic soldiers firing at [member="Vrag"] started firing at his ship. This was not going to make the Wookie happy. With a roar he popped the cockpit open and climbed out with only his Vibro-mace and his FC-1 Flachette launcher. He loaded it with anti-personel canisters after he took cover behind his fighter. He set the canisters to detonate just behind the cover the soldiers were using before he popped out and fired both canisters he had loaded just a meter above the cover they had used. When the canisters detonated they would send a ten meter burst of thousands of flechettes. Over the fighting he yelled "Clean up isle four!!"


Edit: Sorry bout that it's not Darth Arcanix Foebacca was near..but Vrag.. sooo embarrassing.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Nyrrea Danton"] would receive a rather odd look from the Zabrak as she entered in without a lightsaber . Odd, she had one earlier. With a frown, he would motion her over with a slight nod of his head. "Catch." His leg, the robotic one, had a hidden compartment that would pop open. As it did however, a lightsaber hilt to a basic red blade would pop out. A light push of the force, and it would go right towards the girls form.

"Don't loose that one."

 

[Vrag]

Objective: All Your Base
Location: Shipyard no. 2
Allies: [member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"]

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True to her predictions, the massive creature shot up at the pain, letting out a mighty growl as it lumbered back on its feet.

Oh, kark, her eyes widened as the tail-end of the Yorik-Trema swept around the corridor, a desperate attempt to maintain its balance. Vrag rolled to the side, grinding her teeth as something went crack! in her shoulder; still, much better than the fate met by a good portion of her troops. She wouldn't wish 'death by Vong ass' on her worst enemy, let alone her own men.

Still, what was done was done, and once the Yorik-Trema turned its unholy wrath upon those who would shoot it down, the Knight knew the sacrifice had been worth it. She moved in behind it, cautious of its swishing tail as the creature efficiently culled the first line of the Republic defense, decimating them with ease. After all, its 'weapons' — she never knew what to call those damned Vong things — were designed to tear apart planetary defenses; what was a puny squad of Pubs compared to that?

As expected, the Vong beast made short work of the staunch, but ultimately useless defenders, eating its way further into the station as it did so. Vrag and the remainder of her troops were content to follow in the wake of its destruction, giving a merciful death to those that somehow survived the plasma bolts of a pissed Yorik-Trema.

The Knight had an odd out-of-body experience when she realized she was literally following a fething ship, but the moment quickly passed when they were beset by a squadron of Republic forces that had managed to bypass the advancing Vong monster. This time, however, the Sith were ready, emboldened by their bloody victory over the vanguard.

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Both sides took cover, the corridors of the shipyard providing ample hiding place for the tired soldiers. Vrag knew her troops had been running on fumes for the better part of the fight already, and at this point, her only goal became stalling as they waited for reinforcements.

 

[Yurzhoc Shai]

Fight Starfighters...

Yurzhoc smash, Yurzhoc kill!

The coral skipper cut loose from the squadron. Reaching in deep with the cognition hood, he could feel the exhaustion overcoming Murvain. Patting him across the dash, Yurzhoc cut off the Villip and rested his body against the interior. "You did good Murvain. You made daddy very proud. As for you..." He turned his deep black eyes, now free of the cognition hood, towards the amphistaff. "Your bellyaching has become tiresome...and OFFENDS ME!" The boisterous words were met with an evenly disruptive silence as the amphistaff recoiled from the scream, pressing against the interior as Yurzhoc stared it down. Time seemed to draw to a slow in the standoff, Vong warrior against the face of his own amphistaff, once friends now turned to mortal enemies.

He couldn't do it anymore. The stern frown turned to an expression of indifference and then turned into a horridly beautiful smile, lips split from scarification, and teeth filed to a sharp point. "Oh, I can't stay mad at you Stebbles! Come here!" The amphistaff, uncertain at first, was overcome with happiness as it jumped into the chest of the warrior and coiled around his throat. Then, it stiffened up and Yurzhoc felt the air withdrawing from his lungs. "Stebbles...stebs...I can't...breath..." Growling, he pulled the stupid thing from his body and smacked it good and proper. "I told you to not do that!" He wagged a finger, not really mad. How can you be mad that something loves you too much? You can't. You just can't.

All the while, Murvain headed off into the horizon, oriented towards the carrier, to leave this god awfully boring planet.

 

[Cordelia deWinter]

Cordelia...

Would be late. But that was alright. She came in with the reinforcement One Sith Fleet. Here they would arrive to help in securing and locking down the system.

The mass of ships would be birthed from the mottled tunnel of hyperspace, breaking into realspace towards the vast astroid field that would shelter the shipyards of Bilbringi.

"Move out to secure the sector," she would order.

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Aleksandyr's starship happened to jump out near the world, truthfully he was merely on his way to somewhere else. Perhaps fate had called him over this world? As if someone somewhere requested his presence for ulterior motives that were beyond the concept of his existence. "Don't forget people, we've always been Sith loyalists.", he looked to his crew before sipping a glass of brandy.

"Sir, do you want to stay or shall we jump?", his assistant asked.

The CEO thought on it for a moment. Had his presence been enough? Is this all he was meant for today? "Get us out of here, I have more important things on my plate.", he ordered.

With that the ship made its way outside of the gravity well and jumped back into hyperspace.

[member="Vrag"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

"Attention, piratical rabble." Darth Adekos broadcast to the pirate asteroid base as his small task force of Wyyrlok-Class Star Destroyers edged towards it.

"Under One Sith naval law, acts of piracy are punishable by upwards of thirty standard years in prison. Or, more frequently, summary execution by the apprehending naval forces. You are all very fortunate as to not be subject to One Sith laws yet, but following the subjugation of this system, you will be. Yield to my authority and I will ensure you live. Reject this offer and I'll elaborate upon what exactly I mean by 'summary execution.' Though I must warn you, it is not nearly as pleasant as it sounds."

Pirates were all very reasonable people at their core. They took what they wanted, be it money or valuables, simply because they could. What wasn't admirable about that? Adekos went my a similar code of ethics, albeit he went about it in a generally more civilized manner. Yes, at their heart, pirates were little more than significantly less sophisticated Adekoses. Running around with vibro-cutlasses and bare chests, boarding Alderaanian cruisers and looting all they could. Because Alderaan's lack of weapons or willingness to defend themselves was well, well publicized.

Was it really all that surprising this was the sort of idiocy displayed by a founding member of the Republic.

"The pirates would like to inform you they have accepted your offer, m'lord."

"Marvelous. I always did like pirates."
"Didn't they just recently try to murder us all?"
"Most pirates. A small minority of pirates. Do you enjoy getting hung up on the finicky details, captain?"

Naval personnel these days.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Kick It
Objective 3

During the course of traveling into Bilibringi space, Vega and her two wingmen were separated from each other in order to act in the most effective manner as possible. While their three goals were equally important in destroying the remnant of the Republic fleet, Vega's closeness to her superior - Silara - was more important to be relayed to the Sith Lord first.

"Remember, leave no survivors, you two can assault the carrier." Vega had said, speaking into the radio on-board her ultrachrome-plated fighter. While this was most certainly not the best means for training, it was certainly a good way to stretch one's legs. The tech supplied by the Bilibringi station and, thus far, the Republic in the past were not up to par with the ultrachrome used both for the hull's plating and the interior of the ship, given the off-chance something might have penetrated its thick exterior. While both Red and Ted had split up with her in order to divide-and-conquer, Vega had remained in the cluster of asteroids that were separated from the rest of the fleet, very much ignored by the Sith fleet that had came tailing behind her squadron's arrival and the Republic that had been lying in wait for them. As she passed by another cluster of asteroids to survey the area, her starfighter shimmering in pristine condition and as silver as the eyes of her sponsor, a two republic fighters, apparently X-Wings at that - so archaic, emerged from above and began to rain down a mass of uncoordinated and ill-planned blaster fire, effectively missing the Terentatek-class fighter for the most part, while several which made contact were harmlessly cushioned by the shields installed on-board. 'We'll see about that..' The Prakith youth thought, pulling back on the controls, sending her veering up to meet the two while unleashing bursts of heavy fire in the direction of the one closest to her sights.

The perks of using the venerable Terentatek-class fighter was first and foremost its impressive ultracrhome plating and frame, which deflects blaster fire once shields went down with minimal impact to the ship itself unless heavy fire from large heat sources were sustained. But its most strategically important factor was its near-unmatched speed, afforded not only due to its lack of a hyperdrive but also due to the incredible power output of the extremely expensive Isotope-5 reactor located on-board. On its own a single tube of the rare substance could power Coruscant for days, weeks even, and while the technology borrowed from their allies, the Ravens, was vastly incomplete in comparison to that of the technological knowledge and know-how of their own Titan Industries, it was still much more powerful than most, if not all, of the available engines on the market. Everything on the fighter from hull to guns were top of the line, the only portion of the ship that went without a major re-haul was the shielding. While the fighter certainly had its drawbacks, it was without a doubt a valuable asset to the One Sith fleet, and Silara considered them equal to four or five X-wings a piece.

The quick destruction of one of the X-Wings as she passed by the two was a grand example of such.

 

[Foebacca]

Objective: All your base.
Location: shipyard 2


Foehammer let out an amused growl as the canister shredded any unarmored body part. Joints were torn apart, necks opened, faces split, a glorious river of blood flowed across the battlefield just as the Vong beastie started busting through the lines. Quickly Foehammer headed towards the sith group moving in behind the massive creature. A duck a dive and a dodge later he finally made it to the Sith lines. He didn't even wait to load the empty chambers with anti-personel canisters the third and fourth chambers had anti-vehicle canisters already in them. As he took cover around a corner he yelled out to [member="Vrag"] " Breaking the line!"

With that he fired the two remaining canisters, one at each section of cover, and slung the flechette launch onto his back. As the canisters exploded a five meter burst of half meter flechettes blew the cover to litteral bits. With the smoke clearing the wookie could be seen with his vibro-mace crashing down on a Republic defender. "DO NOT SHOOT MY SHIP!" One of the defenders got a shot off as the mace came down again and caught the wookie in his left shoulder. Twas only a grazing hit but it was enough to anger the wookie more than he already was.

 

[Dara Gola]

Nyrrea caught the lightsaber that [member="Darth Ferus"] threw at her. She toggled it on and frowned... RED.... she had already thrown her lot in with the Sith, she wasn't proud of that fact; and now here she was wielding a red blade given to her by a Sith lord. She would return his odd look with a defiant stare, too tired from all of the fighting to care about being polite. " I don't need a lecture from you." She had a deal to ensure she would walk away from all of this, as long as she survived the fighting. He wasn't the person he made the deal with, and she was too tired to care about his feelings.

 

[Minna]

Ignoring the small feud between the Twi'lek and the Zabrak, Valtryx dashed forward into cowering group of republic officials. Her blades spun with blinding speed, splattering blood across the walls and throwing limbs in various directions. A few people managed to run around her with the hope of fleeing, but she knew they would be running right into [member="Nyrrea Danton"] and [member="Darth Ferus"]. The slaughter continued until all of the people in front of her were now lying in a bloody pile. With a satisfied smile the red-head wiped her blood-covered blades on the clothes of a dead body, before spinning them in her hands and sheathing them on her back.

Turning around, she would inspect to see how the other two people with her had done, whilst bringing out her communicator and opening the private line to [member="Darth Arcanix"].
"They are dead, master."

 

[Amaethon]

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

Whilst the others had rushed headlong into the fray, the Acolyte Amaethon and stayed back. He lashed out with the Force, slamming opponents with telekinetic waves. He believed in using his blade against another duelist, not against some non-trained rabble. As Valtryx cut down the last of the defenders, Amaethon turned his weapon off with a hiss.

 

[Dara Gola]

The few stragglers were quickly cut down. Nyrrea didn't want to use the Sith's weapon, however it was well balanced and made quick work of the remaining soldiers. She looked around at the carnage that was the remains of the command element of the Republic forces and knew that the Sith had won the day. She looked at [member="Darth Valtryx"] and tilted her head. " Now what?"

She had no idea what the future held for her, but she survived another day, and that was good enough.

 

[Darth Ferus]

As the Zabrak found himself facing down a single man with little skill of his own, he frowned. Such disrespect from [member="Nyrrea Danton"] , even after gaining a weapon. His hand shot out to the nameless man's throat, lifting him up by the grip alone. He would face most of the red mans wrath, in the form of lightning. The mans body would instantly begin to flail as his form was torn into by the electrical current. Once he was finished however, he would drop the still moving corpse, glancing over to [member="Darth Valtryx"] .

"Is this green one yours? If so, she has a rather important lesson to learn."

 

[Minna]

"It depends," Valtryx replied, looking at the Twi'lek with a smirk. "Whether she will take the chance to become one of us..." She paused, approaching the green-skin and examining her closely. "With such anger inside you, you would make a great warrior for the Sith." The red-head's gaze fixated on her straight on, awaiting her answer. It was clear the Twi'lek could fight well through rage, but with some training she could harness that rage to become much more; similar to Valtryx's training herself. "What do you say?"

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

 

[Dara Gola]

Nyrrea looked between [member="Darth Valtryx"] and [member="Darth Ferus"]. She was sure that if she joined them it would be just as bad as the past experience with the Sith, she was tortured and abused for months until she was nothing more than a tool, a weapon to be pointed at her master's enemies. she weighed her options carefully, not knowing where else to go. She was officially a traitor of the Republic and her options were looking slim. Warrior of the Sith...the words rang in her head carefully. She wasn't trained properly at all, and she knew it, her skills had kept her alive for this long but she had seen the Sith in battle and it was a frightening sight to see. Any one of them would easily cut her down. She glanced at [member="Darth Ferus"] again, he would probably toy with her first, much like her former master had.

She looked [member="Darth Valtryx"] in the eyes, her fear was present but she had to show that she would conquer it if she was going to prove her worth long enough to endure whatever happened next. A sligle word escaped her lips, " Yes" Anything else would have betrayed her feelings and fears, she hoped she was strong enough...