Cypher Decretum
Mission: Hold on to your hat.
Location: Sith Palace, former Outer Wall
PC Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"]
NPC Allies - Background Unless Engaged.
As the bunker was shot at and bombed from above, the lighting might start to go out in several places! Red emergency dim bulbs in their place, assisting stealth as opposed to brute force, facing larger numbers of more desperate defenders that would probably mass toward the inner sections of the bunker. [member="Loray Tares"]. Deep in the C&C area facing the main memorial wall through crystal glass, an actual holoslab of names of the dead, some 2000m underground sat the 5th army's general known as Zerde. In increasing desperate attempts to delay the attackers, the bunker's chiss commanding officer, general Zerde (Zerde'doal'caitho) had ordered the defenders buy the army above time. Several Important corridors were being collapsed, quite literally blown from the inside out.
While elsewhere a high colonel of the 5th army was making a getaway somewhere near. [member="Aver Brand"], the pale face of Testa deCrion, a female human myke grabbing some classified research details, along with about 12 of her best, half engineers and half guards. Testa was a relaxed and cautious officer, and so was handling the assault better than most, taking very careful steps as her group began to exit. Rats scurrying from the ship? No people making calculated decisions to save the command staff and data where they could. Not just chance at an engineer, chance at a high colonel...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nYBeOua4tgEchoes of His Dead Master. Conquer the 3rd. Sacrifice.
[member="Mia Monroe"]
Ground ripped up, torn to shreds, duracrete, metal, armor and flesh underneath sent flying. The Dark Jedi Master Killian had once done the same to his Master to save a daughter, seeping thoughts about the dead replayed here in everlasting cycles. Pain given and returned.
Personal Gear:
X1 Officer Armor | MRS-1 Modular Assault Rifle (Wrecked Dropped) | 4x Mixed Grenades | Lightsaber (Right Hand) | Personal Ray Shield (Damaged from rubble)| Crushgaunts (Bolted through Hands) | Jack Knife Pistol (Hip)
NPC Actions:
Civilian opinion swayed by the SCNN Broadcast!. -1500 to the future insurgency numbers.
5th Army Moral Wavering!
[member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Loray Tares"]: Memorial Wall Invaded! Defenders try to collapse corridors to buy themselves time!
Location: Sith Palace, former Outer Wall
PC Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"]
NPC Allies - Background Unless Engaged.
Rough Total: 9000/19000 | Civilian Insurgency: 3500
2,000 / 8,000 - 769th Coruscants Own, Skirmishing Stormtroopers
Local Individuals
2,700/ 4,000 - 770th Loyal Sons and Daughters, Heavy Infantry Stormtroopers
Nyx and Mythos Clones
1,300 / 2,000 - 771st Faceless First, Scouts and Recon Stormtroopers
James Justice Clones
3,000 / 5,000 - Sithwatch Militia | Growing Number of Civilians
*Wavering Moral but nowhere to run?
19/30 AT-AW | 48/90 Blastail–MC1 – 772nd Durasteel Dogs (DuraDogs).
Rohlan Verd Clones
Memorial Wall Defenses - Condition: Badly Damaged | Blastshield No More - Invaded!
2,000 / 8,000 - 769th Coruscants Own, Skirmishing Stormtroopers
Local Individuals
2,700/ 4,000 - 770th Loyal Sons and Daughters, Heavy Infantry Stormtroopers
Nyx and Mythos Clones
1,300 / 2,000 - 771st Faceless First, Scouts and Recon Stormtroopers
James Justice Clones
3,000 / 5,000 - Sithwatch Militia | Growing Number of Civilians
*Wavering Moral but nowhere to run?
19/30 AT-AW | 48/90 Blastail–MC1 – 772nd Durasteel Dogs (DuraDogs).
Rohlan Verd Clones
Memorial Wall Defenses - Condition: Badly Damaged | Blastshield No More - Invaded!
[member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Loray Tares"]
As the bunker was shot at and bombed from above, the lighting might start to go out in several places! Red emergency dim bulbs in their place, assisting stealth as opposed to brute force, facing larger numbers of more desperate defenders that would probably mass toward the inner sections of the bunker. [member="Loray Tares"]. Deep in the C&C area facing the main memorial wall through crystal glass, an actual holoslab of names of the dead, some 2000m underground sat the 5th army's general known as Zerde. In increasing desperate attempts to delay the attackers, the bunker's chiss commanding officer, general Zerde (Zerde'doal'caitho) had ordered the defenders buy the army above time. Several Important corridors were being collapsed, quite literally blown from the inside out.
While elsewhere a high colonel of the 5th army was making a getaway somewhere near. [member="Aver Brand"], the pale face of Testa deCrion, a female human myke grabbing some classified research details, along with about 12 of her best, half engineers and half guards. Testa was a relaxed and cautious officer, and so was handling the assault better than most, taking very careful steps as her group began to exit. Rats scurrying from the ship? No people making calculated decisions to save the command staff and data where they could. Not just chance at an engineer, chance at a high colonel...
Moral started wavering, as the army above heard of the bunker breach.
#NPCs free to use, kill whatever.
[member="Aneya Maev"]
Elsewhere people probably rallied up agreeing with her rhetoric no doubt, talking down those more fanatical members of the community. Here specifically, her broadcast would not bring back the dead. Yet there was a big difference between picking up an explosive device or rifle to die, from hatred, dislike, or even sorrow, and depression. With each message she sent, those around the area that had been effected, their opinions would likely help sway or stabilize others. There was little hope around Centax everyone would welcome the alliance with open arms after the war, but she could save a lot of suffering if she continued, and a lot of heartache down the way in revenge attacks. She could start to heal the wounds that had long festered. Insurgencies had a way of being very tricky things to handle, as they brought the issues home to the civilians themselves, in the most raw, personal of ways. Her news service could have been the hero to those here, could have been a puppet or could have ignored it completely. She chose the braver route, and that no doubt helped, if she'd have reached Kylath before his final fall, she might have even swayed him. As it was....
[member="Aneya Maev"]
Elsewhere people probably rallied up agreeing with her rhetoric no doubt, talking down those more fanatical members of the community. Here specifically, her broadcast would not bring back the dead. Yet there was a big difference between picking up an explosive device or rifle to die, from hatred, dislike, or even sorrow, and depression. With each message she sent, those around the area that had been effected, their opinions would likely help sway or stabilize others. There was little hope around Centax everyone would welcome the alliance with open arms after the war, but she could save a lot of suffering if she continued, and a lot of heartache down the way in revenge attacks. She could start to heal the wounds that had long festered. Insurgencies had a way of being very tricky things to handle, as they brought the issues home to the civilians themselves, in the most raw, personal of ways. Her news service could have been the hero to those here, could have been a puppet or could have ignored it completely. She chose the braver route, and that no doubt helped, if she'd have reached Kylath before his final fall, she might have even swayed him. As it was....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nYBeOua4tg
Ground ripped up, torn to shreds, duracrete, metal, armor and flesh underneath sent flying. The Dark Jedi Master Killian had once done the same to his Master to save a daughter, seeping thoughts about the dead replayed here in everlasting cycles. Pain given and returned.
Darth Centax had disappeared from view. Blown somewhere through the side of the palace Mia sort to bring down, along with a good portion of its south facing wall. Silence, ruin and ripped flesh in her wake. Time for her to breathe. But not too much time.
What lay behind the palace's torn damaged symbol of sith might, bore the markings of her rage, loss, pain and its own now darker codes. Sparking shield generator, black armor torn, twisted, broken and lacerated as she’d ruptured flesh with her force onslaught in many places. Forever scaring him, with black lines against the increasingly corrupted red zeltron's skin. Because.
Force Body – Untrained.
Drawing of the darkside to sustain himself. He was Keth’s chosen, no he was more than that relic! His body began to sustain itself with the energies inherent in death, carnage, and bloody defiance of the invaders. Body Sacrificing itself, as his homeland and heart had done. The technique was untrained, and it would not last forever.
The rubble he lay somewhere within, burst outward with blood curdling cry, thrust toward [member="Mia Monroe"], duracrete, and metal both. Through it all came the charging, barreling boot of the Sith aimed square at her jaw, a roundhouse followed by a strong cut of the beam at her remaining weapon arm, looking to block the obvious thrust toward his incoming form, more than anything.
Becoming Centax's ruined memory. No longer under its heel.
Personal Gear:
X1 Officer Armor | MRS-1 Modular Assault Rifle (Wrecked Dropped) | 4x Mixed Grenades | Lightsaber (Right Hand) | Personal Ray Shield (Damaged from rubble)| Crushgaunts (Bolted through Hands) | Jack Knife Pistol (Hip)
NPC Actions:
Civilian opinion swayed by the SCNN Broadcast!. -1500 to the future insurgency numbers.
5th Army Moral Wavering!
[member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Loray Tares"]: Memorial Wall Invaded! Defenders try to collapse corridors to buy themselves time!