Boldly They Rode and Well [OP vs Fringe on Kayri]

[Allyson Locke]

STARPORT
Objective: Helping the Dragon with the dogpile

Getting a feel of the area, Spencer felt the familiars. Though despite the combat she felt one distress in the force. Frowning she knew the signature, she knew it quite well and she was rather close with the being that it belonged too. The woman reacted quickly. The dragon was her student and a friend, she would protect him and stop anyone who threated his life.

The sight she came upon enraged the master, she watched as the dragon was surrounded. It made sense in a weird way that the creature would draw so much attention. It was rather large and had a menace to it. Moving quickly she arrived at its aid and used her force connection with him. Through that connection she pushed her influence guiding his mind with the Force Valor and providing him with the last bit of umph he needed to make it out of this alive with her.

“Cowards…3 on 1? Let’s make it a bit fair now?”

Extending her arm violet sparks danced along the soft skin, spiraling and connecting the Force Lightning gathered till there was no more space on her arm for it to form. Coiling out from the woman’s arm, the lightning spread heading full force towards the three Protectorate soldiers.

“Faenvoron, I hope you’re hungry – its time for a BBQ Fringe style.”

@[member="Noah Corek"] @[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"] @[member="Veron'Icka Stormson"] @[member="Nyos Val"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Circe Savan"] | @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] | @[member="Lord Dissero"] |

"I believe such a device would be more beneficial for all parties in my hands, my young apprentice." Vilox Pazela emerged from around a corner, hood lowered to reveal his features. Although it wouldn't surprise Hannibal Oryen or Lord Dissero, Savan would notice that her Master look younger. Not significantly because for all pretense and purposes, he was still relatively old. But the grey hairs had begun to recede in places, with specks of black among the spiked up ends; and the wrinkles, degraded features and sullen crevices that once filled his face were less apparent.

His mobility was better too. He would no longer need to rely on Niman, the replacement form he had chosen in his old age, in favor of the one he had mastered long ago, Ataru. Perhaps they would find out how this was possible? Perhaps they would not. They would find out in time.

It was also curious how Vilox had transports himself from the Chimaera to the spaceport and consequentially Savan's location. A Taral-class fighter could do that for a man. When he was on board the station, it was only a matter of time before he drew in on Savan's whereabouts, for he was familiar with her Force presence. Now it was just a matter of what he wanted.

Averting his gaze to the other two, he asked Circe without looking at her, "Who are these?"

 

[Ayden Cater]

Kayri III
High Orbit
@[member="Nephenee Wilded"] @[member="Oliver Walsh"] @Jonathon Walsh
@[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Lucien Cordel"] @[member="Aedan Miles"]

Ayden turned to his student, his Padawan, and grimaced behind his helmet. He made a note to add classic literature and poetry to her regimen. Still, failure to pick up on his quoting of another did not necessitate calling her out for it now. Her effort, though unrefined, was still aimed at bolstering morale. Though she could not read his facial features under the mask of durasteel nor feel his thoughts or feelings through the Force, Ayden nodded sharply in affirmation. In his mind, his resolve steeled. Either he would take Ashin into custody or end her life, or they'd withdraw from the system. There was no point in smashing itself against the rocky shore for no gain.

As the shuttle cleared the hanger, it joined scores of other dropships and fighters. Though he could not see it, to the port of the dropship, the giant shields that sheltered the fleet were washed in violent light; hues of blue and green slammed into the energy fields, each a desperate claw at the surface of the shelter protecting the Protectorate fleet. Closer and closer the two fleets drifted. In time, they would trade titanic blows, but Ayden would not be on a bridge to watch. Instead, the dropship lurched to one side as it ducked under a shot from the station.

Dozens of dropships flew in formation towards the station, escorted by four corvettes and a single frigate. It wasn't hard to see that the small capital ships weren't making a dedicated assault on the station, but rather were running defense for the smaller, more vulnerable dropships. As the assault force grew closer, the weapons fire from the station would increase. Whatever orders they had been given, there was no way to tell which dropship held the Lord Protector. To stop any of them would be to invite the death of the Lord Protector. And as far as Ayden was concerned, they were welcome to try.

Back with the fleet and Admiral Nai, the fighters and bombers deployed from the ships and formed up in a screen around the carrier ships and shield ships. As one, the fleet slowly began to push forward under the hail of fire. Their goal was to close to "knife" range and engage the enemy fleet almost point blank. Causalities would be kept to a minimum, at least that was the theory. In truth, the bodies would likely pile up on both sides. But such was the price for peace.

 

[Jak Sandrow]

OBJECTIVE ONE
SPACE

Jak was dozing in a chair in his room, sleeping only fitfully. "Mmmrflmgbzz.....no, no, I ordered cake.....zzz.....prfl. Prf, pff. Zzzzz...."

WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP ....

"GAahh! I'm awake, I'm awake!" he said, jumping to his feet. He realized the klaxon was not one from the ship itself, but one from a holoprogram he had specifically programmed. It would alert him if the enemy fleet got past a certain perimeter. By the looks of things, they were getting close...

Grabbing his helmet, gear, and other necessities, he jogged to the hangar bay, activating his comm. "This is Python, reporting in. Requesting assignment for deployment, over."

Once at the hangar, he got his suit on, his powerpak strapped on, and got in an airlock, ready for high speed deployment. "Requesting target assignment, over."

@[member="Lucien Cordel"]
@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

OBJECTIVE ONE
@[member="Ayden Cater"] @Nephenee Wilded @Oliver Walsh @Jonathon Walsh
@[member="Darth Arcis"] @Lucien Cordelhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1001-lucien-cordel/ @Aedan Miles

@[member="Jak Sandrow"] would find his orders were the same as everyone else's: Get out there, defend the bombers, hit the gunships hard, take shots at targets of opportunity.

Ayden's fleet would find that Ashin's comparable contingent was more than happy to close to knife range, where shieldships availed little, where the omnidirectional battleships had been designed to do their best work, and where the Fringe's fighter edge could truly come into play. The Fringe turbolaser fire, thousand upon thousands of barrels, was joined by the shorter-range assault concussion missiles that formed the primary armament of the Fringe cruisers. Anathema-class Star Destroyers disgorged barrage after barrage of intruder missiles, designed to cripple capital ship shields and open up targets of opportunity for their immense ion cannons -- while their primary armament, a full turbolaser complement, kept up the pace of the rain. The Anathemas poured their intruder missiles into the nearest shieldships, aiming to break the most visible sign of Protectorate technological superiority.

The wall of battle remained in good shape, skimming starboard side to starboard side across the Lord Protector's fleet in glacial slow motion. The frigates and corvettes remained behind the heavier vessels' shields to pick off ambitious small craft. As one, every ship in the entire formation rotate a hundred and eighty degrees about its long axis, leaving the formation unchanged but presenting fresher shields and armor to the enemy that now lay off the Fringe fleet's port flank. Fresher defenses...and undepleted missile banks. Hundreds of assault concussion missiles and dozens of intruder missiles crashed into the Protectorate fleet point-blank.

Meanwhile, the little formation designed to escort the Lord Protector to the station had encountered the station's considerable defenses. The station was sufficient to give a full fleet pause, though not enough to prevail. Then again, all the escort had to do was get the dropships close enough to engage. Lacking any clue which vessel belonged to the Lord Protector, and facing a situation nothing like what Ashin had ordered, the station's defenses kept up full fire.

And a little Animus-class assault courier streaked toward the station from another vector entirely, carrying one woman and one sword. The station had enough interior defenses and troops to match up against whatever Cater brought along; that was not Ashin's concern. She slipped through a momentary shutter, opened for her convenience, and into a small private docking bay. Sword in hand, she stalked off through the fully mobilized space station, making for the place where Cater's dropships would most likely board. Her distaste for telepathy was well-known, but she still reached out to Ayden's mind.

Here when you're ready.

 

[Jak Sandrow]

OBJECTIVE ONE
SPACE IN T-10

Jak grinned. Finally. He had just gotten the order to fight. And the kind of orders he liked best: essentially, Have at it. He gave a thumbs-up to the launch officer, then readied for launch.
Breath.
He saw the iris opening.
Breath.
He felt his booster pack ignite behind him.
Breath.
He was in space, now. Looking behind him, he saw the ship, a few hundred meters behind, now. He grinned, and steered himself towards the nearest bomber.

Landing on its roof, he showed his ensignia to the pilot, such that he wouldn't get fired on by the gunners. He tipped a salute to one of said gunners, then leaped off and rocketed onto the next. Leapfrogging like this, evading blasterfire, he managed to get a good ways ahead of the group, and aimed back at them.

Okay, on three. THREE!! Firing off a liquid spanner, he let it hit the first bomber, then reeled himself in at high velocity, using his acceleration to whip around the frame of the bomber to slingshot up towards the hull of a random Omega Pyre ship. No, he corrected himself, Omega Protectorate. He slammed into the bottom of the hull, and waited a moment to make sure he hadn't been detected. Nope, didn't seem like it. He smiled to himself, then turned on the armor cloak. And he disappeared from all electronic eyes...

 

[Dissero]

Objective 2 - Within Compound

Being inside and a level down from where Hannibal currently stood outside the compound harassing the Lady Savan, Dissero was not privy to the conversation nor the arrival of any other. He might've noticed the arrival of a new, powerful entity, but it was not one he was on any familiar terms with. Not to mention the Archivist was a bit busy tending to his project. He turned from the security camera feeds as one of his team approached him, listing off the final count of research and files extracted from the database. Everything they knew about the drive was now safely implanted upon a device that fit within his pocket. Dissero was confident that even if the drive was destroyed, they had all the information they needed to rebuild it.

A scientist proclaimed the security of the drive to which he nodded and instructed them to take their tools, their research, and all other pertinent things to the ship awaiting them in the hangar. They'd need to move quickly, as from the sounds of it things were getting very out of hand to the north of the compound. If they made it to the ship, the chances of them getting safely home today would be much, much higher. Dissero watched them go, repulsorsled loaded with their precious wares, before turning to look at the vault now empty of everything but that gleaming otherdrive hull, heavy and mysterious as a dragon's egg.

Dissero turned back to the security console and chimed in a reply to @[member="Hannibal Oryen"], "Tell Miss Savan I'm bringing her a present and to have her ship ready." Yes, using this woman to secure their exit was likely the best plan.

 

[Nyos Val]

Nyos turned as the woman spoke. He was about to pick up the blaster canon when she shot out lightening from her hand. Nyos jumped in front of the arc, catching it with his metal arms. His arms were crossed in an 'X' to maximize protection of his comrades. He felt the energy flow through his whole body, he started to power down. As he fell to his knees he called to his friends...

Go...Get that big ugly gecko!

His eye began to dim, and his limbs stopped, he was frozen on one knee. He felt the electricity at his heart, shocking it into cardiac arrest. When his body began to die, a subroutine kicked in, In the case of a power fluctuation, emergency reboot. Emergency dispensary of excess power initiated.
The light were Nyos' eye went dark flashed to a bright orange. The lightening that had been stored in Nyos' power crystals shot back out of his eye at its controller. He rose to his feet, now over-charged from the lightening.

Now it's looking like a real fight.

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"] @[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Cassus De'Gaunt]

Ship. The projectile had missed the beast, and the blasting had merely irritated him. But in his rage his movements appeared slightly less calculated. So when the fire came hurtling at the doctor she dashed aside, hiding behind a ruined vehicle. Amazingly it withstood the fire, letting Veron get by with just a few scratches from her roll. If it hadn't been for her Cresh Luck Armor, she likely would have gotten off a lot worse then she did. Letting out a sigh she stood back up, about to go check on Corek and tend his wounds. But before she could another Fringer intervened, yelling at the soldiers and releashing a torrent of lightning on them.

"Honey, you do realize he's big enough for more then just one person? He's a karking dragon for heaven's sake!" Veron replied, standing behind Nyos as he absorbed the blast. Despite the man's order to go after the space lizard the doc paused, wishing to assist him with the newcomer. For whoever she was, she was obviously very, very powerful. It scared her, and she had almost run out of courage. "I get it. You're close to the lad, aren't you? Probably think he's cool. Which he is, just look at 'im. Big fellow, sharp claws and teeth. Cunning to. But he tried to kill my comrade. So we fought back, just like you're doing now. To bad we can't prevent this bloodshed." She continued, letting out a sigh.

With a small shrug she extended her arm out, lifting another chunk of rubble into the air. Sure, her control of the force wasn't the best, nor was her aim, but if she could distract the lass long enough for Nyos to do what he needed to, all would be well. "My apologies," she said as she hurled the object at the Fringe warrior before turning to look for Corek. Once she spotted him she rushed over, ignoring the drops of blood trickling down her cheek. "Sir, let me look at your leg. It's for the best," she said, waiting for permission.

@[member="Nyos Val"] @[member="Noah Corek"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]​

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Space station Objective one
(Get the lord protector to Ashin Varanin )
Lucien watched from the hanger his view was blurred by the shield's but he could see that Lord Carter was approaching. He paced slightly there were a lot of ships heading his way, he reached out through the force trying to pick out the lord protector he could not. He had to act , he would not lose the lord protector who could be in any of the drop ships or even one of the escort vessels. He had no choice He opened communications with the gunners "Hold fire on the convoy that is approaching that is a direct order" His command took a while to sink in but then all fire on the convoy stopped. He could only hope he had not made a big mistake

@[member="Ashin Varanin"] @Ayden Cater

 

[Isar]

Objective 2
Starport
@[member="Noah Corek"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] @[member="Veron'Icka Stormson"] @[member="Nyos Val"]

As Faenrovon slithered forward he heard the cries of the soldier behind him and snaked his head around to see the puny mortal he had pinned down earlier attempting to requisition a missile launcher. Surging toward a heavy walker that was currently engaged in firing on Fringe forces, Faenrovon swept his mighty tail at its legs just as they stepped forward.

WHOOOMP!

The walker tripped headlong over the tail, falling carapace first onto the permacrete of the starport. Just as Noah achieved target lock, Faenrovon slithered behind the walker's fallen form. The missile tracked him and smashed into the side of the walker. Hot bits of durasteel sprayed into the air as the missile punched a hole into the walker and killed those inside. The burning bits of durasteel landed on Faenrovon's form, singing his sensitive wings, which he had tucked close to his sides.

The rotary cannon started up and sprayed across the metal walker, but by this time Spencer Jacobs had intervened.

"Gratitude, child of the golden hair."

While Noah Corek was busy dealing with the lightning, Faenrovon rumbled out from behind the walker and moved away from the wealking mortal, deeper into Protectorate lines. He found the vehicles that prevented him from entering the skies and began unleashing hell on the Long Range support. Flames shot from his maw as he sprayed them in a line, setting the vehicles on fire one by one until they blazed like candles.

 

[Allyson Locke]

STARPORT

An eyebrow rose while she watched the man step in front of his commrads to take the full blow of the Master’s lightning. She watched and as she did, the smirk upon her face grew wider. He had done something and with that quickly shot the lightning back towards her. Quite lovely, a beautiful display and she waved her arm, manipulating the force before her creating a barrier to protect her from the reflected blast. The lightning disapated against the barrier, she could have taken the blow quite easily – but in due time she would reveal her true powers.

The second of the trio started to talk, she liked to talk reminded Spencer of a certain twi’lek that liked the sound of her own voice. Spencer stared at the girl for a moment as she made two mistakes, claimed there was no way around the bloodshed and two called her honey. Taking a step back she avoided the ill aimed rubble from the doctor. Spencer felt the fear lingering on the young woman’s mind – that fear fed the darkened woman and with that fear she would create her next attack on the poor girl.

Whispers began calling through the force riding the fear that the girl had, while she ran towards the wounded she would hear the whispers of the woman.

You’re scared aren’t you – I know, I feel it. Show me what you fear the most…

Remembering the Phobis device, remembering the fear that the Dread Lords caused in her – Spencer quickly focused that fear into the Force Horror she unleashed upon the Doctor, today no one would be saved – no one.

“There was a way to avoid this bloodshed and that rests on the orders of the Lord Protector. He sent you here to die, how the little man always is the one to perish under the high lords. I fight with my people – I don’t hide on a ship like your Protector.”

Constructs formed in her palms, three small darts conjured as she formulated them. The Spears of Midnight black flung from her hand towards the cyborg who absorbed her lightning, she was curious on what he could do – if he could provide a decent fight.

@[member="Veron'Icka Stormson"] @[member="Nyos Val"]

 

[Noah Corek]

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"] @[member="Veron'Icka Stormson"] @[member="Nyos Val"]
"Big words coming from someone who uses the force like a crutch. Tell me,what do you think you'd be without it? Let's find out!" Noah yelled out to the woman and then popped up from behind the burned out vehicle he had been using for cover,with one GL-203 in each arm,braced them against the vehicle and fired the contents,two timed Force Breaker canister that would explode a couple of seconds after the impacted with the ground or someone used the force to manuver them.

 

[Isar]

Objective 2
Starport
@Noah Corek @Spencer Jacobs @Veron'Icka Stormson @Nyos Val


Strength flowed through Faenrovon from the Force Valor. His scales shined brighter and his fire burned hotter. He felt stronger than ever before.

The long range support vehicles burned. Their occupants flung the doors open, running screaming from the flaming death trap, only to be slain by the dragon outside. Out of the frying pan, into the dragon's burning maw.

Faenrovon's head snapped forward as his jaws clamped around a soldier, biting the twi'lek cleanly in half. He chewed. Delicious blood filled his mouth. He swallowed. Satisfied with his mid-battle snack, he unleashed a stream of fire on the remaining soldiers, who futilely shot at him with their blasters, aiming for his chest and head. They screamed as they burned. Faenrovon left their blackened, scorched remains to lie upon the permacrete.

Without their missile vehicles, the Protectorate could not keep him upon the ground. With a triumphant roar, Faenrovon flapped his wings and soared into the air, sweeping toward Noah Corek, Val, and Stormson and unleashing a stream of napalm-like fire upon the petty mortals as he flew overhead.

 

[Matreya]

Varanin instantly launched into movement, holding his hands before himself he waited for the canisters to stop bouncing, then he called his full strength to create a thick layer of ice around them. Which he lifted and hurled away, while trying to clear his breathing. Turning on his heal swift enough to nearly fall, Zero Four raced along the sidewalk to slide to a stop with his left arm drawn back for a full power swing towards his opponent's head. A punch such as this was enough to decimate concrete and most metals, it was now time to see if it would eviscerate a skull. He wanted theatrics, to see blood and brains splatter everywhere.

@[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

@[member="Xavier Varanin"]
Noah saw the man,hell maybe even a kid,swing his arm towards him. Noah quickly ducked and saw something interesting out of the corner of his eye. Noah grinned to the kid and quickly ran the opposite way,letting the fire that was going to hit him,hit the man full force. Lets see if his ice powers could dodge that.

 

[Matreya]

Varanin watched the man duck under his attack, then flee to avoid the flames that crept up on Zero Four. Smiling at the fleeing man, Varanin jumped hard and soared clear over Noah, also avoiding the main brunt of the heat - none the less his skin was definitely pink after he touched down behind his enemy.

Throwing a punch aimed for the man's neck, then another at his chest, the young man sought to continue throwing a flurry of blows. If you move to fast for someone to block, they eventually slip up. Every now and again Varanin would change it up and add a spin kick amongst other things.

Finally, with the man focused on defending himself, the clone began to create a sheet of ice along the back of his own leg..

@[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Shinju]

OBJECTIVE 3
@[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]

Shinju moved up the stairs and listened for it, searched for the sounds of a descending army, of someone coming to take what they had from them and she had to admit it was exciting as she went up more. The revving of the blade and the scraping of the sword on the wall to sound like nails on a chalkboard. She couldn't sense anyone coming down but she could feel them, feel the licks of energy and readiness. It was time to fight and Shinju laughed bounding up the stairs two at a time to meet Ven'rain in a fight. When she got close the chain blades revving echoed more before she swung it to try and clip her rifle.

 

[Nameless Knight]

@[member="Rave Merrill"]

The tonfa's twirled but even ones made for spinning and deflecting couldn't be that fast. Knight felt it before it came and screamed. It wasn't often your wing take a volley of shots but she did and it went down. The dirt digging into her face while she rolled and scrambled behind a rock. The wings retracted into her body and she was gritting her teeth from the feeling. The flesh working to mend and not make the shooting pain in her shoulder feel as it did. The tonfa's in her hands she stood up and moved minimizing herself a little by a couple of inches until the tonfa was near almost her center and covering herself. She needed to get close and winked before changing her hair color, then her eyes and size. Knight took on the look of Rave before she moved forward more blocking as much as she could and diving into cover. "Come on now, can't you fight with a blade?"

 

[Aedan Miles]

@[member="Ayden Cater"] @Ashin Varnin

Aedan Miles calmly watched as the Protectorate ships neared the formation and then gestured with his hand once more muttering under his breath. "All ships fire prepare the gunships to go in I want them escorted by Dread-class. I want the Aeron-class medium bombers to go with them once we have an opening in their shields. Send the Raider-class interceptors to engage enemy fighters shortly after them. They will reach them first so it should be ok." He watched as the units indicated moved into groups behind his capital ship waiting for the signal to begin their attack.