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

[Ayden Cater]

Kayri III
High Orbit
On Approach to Space Station

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

As the dropships approached the station, Ayden felt a presence reach out and touch his mind. Ashin. Her voice rang quietly in his ears, almost as if she had stood next to him and whispered them aloud herself. It unnerved him that she found him so easily, when he had been actively working to conceal his presence through the Force. Just another reminder of the kind of power he was going up against. He might have broken out into a nervous sweat had the suit not detected the subtle changes in his body chemistry and cooled itself to suppress such a response. This was his path though, and he wasn't going to back down.

The corvettes and frigate broke off five hundred meters from the station, returning to the fleet at a full burn while the first dropship passed through the station's shields. Dimly, Ayden was aware that they had only be allowed to pass due to Ashin's little invitation. They had almost blown the shield projectors apart when their sensors picked up on the fact that it was only a basic ray shield; nothing to stop them from flying in. A subtle shift in gravity occurred as the station's own gravity settings overruled the dropship's, causing a brief moment of vertigo. It passed as the dropship touched down and the ramp opened.

Droids marched out, weapons drawn in expectation of armed resistance. It was only a half-shock at this point to Ayden that, as he descended the ramp, there were no armed guards or battle droids to oppose them. The hanger they had landed in was huge. While there could certainly be people hiding in the far corners of the hanger, waiting for an ambush, it seemed that at least for the moment they were clear.

And then he felt her. Ayden turned and saw, standing in front of a large door, was a woman who could only be Ashin Varanin. His hands curled into fists while every muscle in his body tensed like coiled durasteel under immense tension. "Nephenee, take the droids and head to the far end of the hanger. There must be a secondary entrance you can use to push deeper into the station to try and secure it. This is a foe far beyond you. You'll only slow me down if you stay. Now go." His words were harsh and steely, even with the suit's filter taken into account. It was clear that the Corellian was on edge.

Approaching the former Empress alone, Ayden took one moment and removed his helmet, holding it in one hand while giving her a moment to see without a doubt that it was him. "I must admit; you surprised me with your invitation. No Sith I've ever encountered would willingly extend such an offer." His voice, tinged with the inflections of his homeworld, betrayed nothing of his thoughts or feelings as he spoke. Securing his helmet once more, Ayden let his hands hang at his side, not quite touching the lightsabers at his hip. "I had hoped that bloodshed could have been avoided. I suppose I always knew better, that you wouldn't surrender peaceably. I don't suppose there's anything I can say to make you surrender at this point." His lightsabers snapped into his hands, though remained unlit, as he slow began to pace in front of her. 'Watch her shoulders, her thighs. Feel any disturbance in the Force and react.'

 

[Nyos Val]

Objective 2: Starport
Nyos heard the quiet wisp of tiny projectiles coming for him. He spun fast and used the excess electrical energy to burst away. He ran from the turn to the burned wreckage of the walker. He lifted a huge piece of armor plating over his comrades as the flying gecko spit fire down on them. The fire heated the armor plate enough to cook a feast in seconds. After the beast made its attack, Nyos threw the scolding hot armor plate at Force user.

After he threw the plate, Nyos struck the ground with all of his cyber-strength, a shock wave shot out towards the female. He hoped the split attack would make her chose her poison.

@[member="Noah Corek"] @[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Objective 1 - Space Station Assault
Orbat:
1 x Imperial II-class SD - Chimaera (Flagship)
2 x Anathema-class Star Destroyers
2 x Permanence-class Battleships
4 x Deathhead-class Heavy Cruisers
8 x Predator-class Cruisers
16 x Renown-class Star Frigates
28 x Adara-class Corvettes
Aboard the Chimaera
@Nephenee Wildedhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2877-nephenee-wilded/ @Oliver Walshhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2789-oliver-walsh/ @[member="Jonathan Walsh"] @[member="Ayden Cater"]
@Ashin Varaninhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/572-ashin-varanin/ @Lucien Cordel @Aedan Miles
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6I23ScvHbeY

Alright, it was time. He'd hung back long enough now.

"Onward to victory!" He cried, thrusting his arm forward at the bridge crew. His battle cry rang out across the entire Fringe Fleet coms and was answered by a chorus of cheers and war cries of approval. Everything was moving as planned. His earlier erected sentry line formation of a circular lining of the smaller ships would either hold off fighter attacks or report breakthroughs to the inner wall. The inner area was filled with a massive congregation of fighters and attack craft with the very innards of the formation being the massive Star Destroyers placed under his command with the Chimaera at the very center.

"Merge with the Grand Admiral's fleet, keep formation and coordinate with the gunnery crews of her fleet. Concentrate fire on pinpoint areas and fighters are to begin screening tactics." He leaned away to cough into his elbow before recovering. "Make it happen. Now."

"Aye, aye, sir!" Came a few replies from his bridge staff, immediately relaying orders and changing the formation of the battle. "My liege!" A senior officer of the command and control room called out.
"Yes?"
He cocked his head to check the datapad again. "Grand Admiral Karrde has moved to engage the enemy command on personal terms. Dueling or something, sir."
"Understood. Thank you, Captain." The man saluted and returned to his station. "Crew! Prepare to extend control networks, we may be temporarily assisting the Grand Admiral's fleet in operations."

"Aye, aye!"

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Vilox Pazela"] | @[member="Lord Dissero"] | @[member="Circe Savan"]

STARPORT
OBJECTIVE: GRANT ACCESS TO THE SHRUB MADE ANIMATE

To Hannibal's surprise, the orders that were relayed back to him were not to tell Circe to piss off back to the local florist or whatever. Although Dissero's decision was unexpected to the Fondorian, he wasn't in a position to oppose it, nor would he have cared to. "You got it, boss." Was all he said in response, clicking off the comlink a second time.

A robed, crazy-powerful looking dude approached. He radiated occultism and malice, or maybe it was just the haircut. Whatever it was, Hannibal wasn't keen on putting himself on that dude's naughty-list. Thus the Fondorian ne'er-do-well opted to cool it on the insults. No jibe was worth getting his neck snapped over at this point. Best to play it cool, calm, and professional. Basically how the mercenaries with the sticks up their asses went about their business. Tall, pale, and scary didn't seem too interested in Hannibal, so maybe he should leave while he still could.

"Ey, Savan. Boss says t' get ya ship ready. He's bringin' somethin' out for ya." Trusting Circe was as eager to get her planty-plant hands on the macguffin in there as he expected, Hannibal turned about and began to make his exit.

 

[Matreya]

Mid fight Varanin incorporated a turn that resulted in him grabbing the white hot plating, allowing shallow burns, as well as collecting all the darts against one side. Then he hurled it hard enough to dig it into the ground a feet from the crack as it formed, well before it could near Spencer. He had to protect the young woman he hoped to have as his master, at all costs.

As he finished his spin, he flipped up and rolled till he was horizontal so he could swing his powerful leg down towards Noah's head. The kick could easily kill the man, and so he hoped it would land as planned...

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

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Nephenee Wilded"] would find that @[member="Lucien Cordel"] had thoroughly fortified everything beyond the hangar. Pushing deeper into the station would not be an option without significant loss of life.

@[member="Ayden Cater"]

Focus without tension. Fluidity without lassitude. Awareness without distraction. She had known duellists who claimed the wisdom of centuries, and defeated more than a few of them, because what mattered was the now, the moment. What mattered was how you were, the state of mind you had achieved. The experienced and pretentious spoke of emptiness or perfect clarity, absolute rage or utter serenity. These were not the truth. The truth was that, at the highest levels, absolute readiness meant you had cleared out every obstacle to fluidity of thought and well-honed muscle memory.

The door was one such obstacle. It hissed away to reveal a docking bay, a good number of Protectorate dropships and troops oriented elsewhere --

Well, it opened to reveal Ayden Cater, and nothing else mattered. Winterlight hissed from its sheath, so much an extension of her body, soul, and thought that she merely went from one degree of readiness to another in her mind; its drawing registered as nothing else. She waited, blinking slowly, as he spoke. What use was focus if mere sound could steal her attention? But in this state, speech was a more pure expression of belief and purpose than it had been. Artifice had no place here, at least not artifice of words. The feint, the broken rhythm, certainly.

One more way in which most Sith got it comprehensively wrong.

She did not react to the brief sight of his face, to the unlit sabres in his hands, or to his pacing. Stillness pervaded. And, because she drew her strength from the Dark Side of the Force, that stillness stemmed from the cold between the stars. Cold hard anger, razor-edged calm, had always been the source of her power. But she felt nothing of the Force, for two reasons. The first was that every Master faced a choice between throwing stones and reading ripples, between shouting and listening for a whisper. Ashin had chosen strength over insight long ago. The second reason was that she no longer used the Force. Like a hand or a blade, in this state of mind it all distilled down to what she could do and what she couldn't do. Her limited repertoire of primary skills was that natural to her. Resisting damage, strength, speed. Telekinesis. Protecting her mind. Lightning. So she did not react, because in a very real sense it didn't matter where her body was, not at this stage.

Now, and only now, did she speak.

"I was the Dark Lord of the Sith, Cater. Rather than fight for it after Roche, I left because the title was without intrinsic worth. But if you think that of all Sith, you should meet the Master who commands this station. It was his choice to let you come aboard peacefully when he couldn't distinguish you from your escorts. A polite man, and a fair one. Names lack worth. For example, it would mean nothing to you or I if we encountered the Jedi Council today. We both know the kind of people we would see, regardless of what they call themselves. And it would mean nothing to you to hear me say that I am a Jedi, and have been a Jedi since long before the day alchemical poison locked me away from the Light Side of the Force." She left that little-known truth where it was, enigmatic or not. Now was not the moment to spill one's life story.

"It would likewise mean nothing to you to hear me say that I wanted no bloodshed. I simply want other things more, and not even you could sneer at my goals or means if you knew the options I had. And because these things would mean nothing to you -- if we pursued such a conversation -- bloodshed is all that is left to us. And that's the way of things, Cater. I fight for my friends, my people, and my worlds; you do the same. And someday the Republic will devour us both, or we'll tear it down into a new dark age in the vain hope that what rises from it will have some semblance of order, reason, and justice.

"So kill me, or die. You came here to my worlds to kill my people; make the first move again, now that you've shown your colors. Give me a preemptive strike."

 

[Noah Corek]

@[member="Xavier Varanin"]
Noah had used the distraction that Nyos had made to cut his leg out of ice with his vibro-blade and then looked to see the man turn around and tried to kick downwards into his head. He quickly rolled away and then fired,one shot,from the highest caliber revolver known in the galaxy,point blank straight into the mans kneecap,at such a close distance that the man would be unable to dodge.

 

[Nephenee Wilded]

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

Nephenee took rank behind her master as he stepped out after the droids. The hangar was empty; except. There was a presence, close by. It took her longer than Ayden to locate it. But the person who she saw certainly radiated with the dark side. The redhead was ready to stand side by side to fight with her master. Until he told her otherwise. "I. Yes sir. I'll do my best". No doubt she wasn't a match for this person, but she could of helped if he wished it. Those weren't the orders though. "Lets go droids". Nephenee turned the opposite direction of them. She'd be on her own for this. If you don't count the droids. The hangar bay was large, but there wouldn't be just one entrance around here. Unless the designer was brain dead stupid. Nephenee looked back over her shoulder at Ayden and Ashin, wishing her master the best of luck to strike down the Sith.

 

[Matreya]

(Lol the ice is on Varanin's leg bro. But I'll roll with it. Haha)
A millisecond was all the young Czar had, barely enough to do anything. He was going to be hit, this was unavoidable. So instead of a super surge of power to avoid the blast, Varanin simply rotated his leg to the side a little more. The slight shift was enough that it hit the fatty portion of his upper thigh.

Using the extra push from the blast, Varanin rotated and brought his foot down again, this time the leg covered in ice so as to do more damage. However instead of aiming for his head, he aimed for Noah's extended arm.

@[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Objective 1
@Nephenee Wilded
Lucien watched as the drop ships entered the station he turned and bowed his head a little the squad parted to let him pass he turned heel to face them "The Lord protector has reached lady Varanin safely you orders are now to capture anyone who is not of the fringe, excluding The Lord protector. Kill no one prisoners have no value if they are dead,oh and leave the forces to me" he left his words hanging in the air and began his slow walk from the hangar as the door slid shut behind him questions from the newer recruits began in hushed tone.

Lucien walked slowly to the hangar where his two key priorities stood poised to knock seven bells from one another,he was going to to interrupt or watch the duel but to hunt the only presence not of the dark he waited alone outside the door he sensed his target planned to use he was not expecting droids he expected organic fighters, the nature of opponent mattered little to him even droid crumpled under enough pressure.

 

[Velok the Younger]

@[member="Knight"]

"Says the decicred schutta who took a shot at me with a mass driver."

The primary trigger clicked empty, and she tossed the assault rifle far off to the left as she dashed to meet the approaching Shi'ido, shaking droplets of blood from her fingers. She circled around the right of the boulder, drawing her alchemical Derriphan's Eye longknife with her right and her BRKR-12 taserblade with her left. She held both of them forehand, though the taserblade wouldn't resist those tonfa. She moved in with an experimental flick for Knight's nearest hand, her Derriphan's Eye gleaming with the reflection of the bright pink lightsabre blades.

 

[Noah Corek]

(Ahh,sorry the wording you used was a bit unclear and also,Nyos launched those darts at you,you might wanna edit your post to acknowledge that)
@[member="Xavier Varanin"]
Noah quickly pulled his arm back,but he didn't pull far enough and the barrel of his pistol was caught under the heel of the mans foot and was crushed beyond repair. Noah then rolled backwards and pulled out his dual cortosis weave vibro-blade and got in a defensive stance,ready for a attack.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

The second a figure came into view Ven'Rain's helmet notified her, the HUD outlining it and targeting it. Grinning the merc fired off several shots, aiming for the Fringer's weapon, arms, and head. Meanwhile she jumped back, pulling her weapon out of the chainblade's reach. Well, almost out of reach. The blade chipped her blaster, frustrating her greatly. As she fired off two more shots (neither as accurate as the last) she spoke, her helmet projecting her voice. "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?" She wasn't yelling, but when Rage spoke, it always seemed loud and commanding.

@[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"]​

 

[Jak Sandrow]

OBJECTIVE ONE
be a successful hax_0rz

Blockade Runner no. 13

A shadow stole into an access hallway. Keeping to the darkness, it blurred technology's ever-present gaze.

A cable extended from a dark gauntlet. A strong linkup was created.

Python was back in business.

Setting up a network, he began to subtly reroute systems, taking nonessential systems for his own, running through proxy computers. "Saving" his work internally, he detached, skulking away before there was a chance of -
Hold up.
clink clink clink Clink Clank CLank CLANK TCHOOM TCHOOM TCHOOM CHOOM Choom choom clink clink.... The droid patrol faded off into the distance.

Whew. That was too close. Python headed down a series of access corridors, till he found another linkup, and began hacking once more. Taking little function after little function, he was wary; if he tripped any sort of electronic barrier too soon, the jig would be up. It wasn't that big of a ship.

@any sort of OP officers in the air who want to RP a NPC

 

[Cassus De'Gaunt]

The force user was right. Despite her best efforts, Veron was scared out of her wits. Yet she kept moving, turning away from Corek (who was now quite occupied) and turning back towards the Fringe Master. Emotions swirled inside her, and it took everything she had not to break down and give up. "My greatest fear? I'm a medic, it should be obvious. I don't want to lose my comrades, my patients. But the thing is, I do everyday. Not because I'm a bad doc, but because some injuries can't be healed," she responded, wiping the growing amount of blood off her cheek. This lass was starting to annoy the girl. Yes, everything she said was true. But the woman was trying to hurt people Veron cared about. And that, that was not something she took well. Neither was being treated like a childe.

"And yeah, we didn't have to attack. I would have liked it better if we hadn't. But even if we didn't, people still would have died. Do you really think that the Fringe was going to stop after Atrisia? I don't know what your plans are, but I highly doubt it would have ended there. So let's get this over with. Sooner one side gives up, the less people are going to get hurt." With that she started to leave, heading towards one of the few survivors of one of the Dragon's rampages. The woman was badly burned, but was surprisingly still breathing. Veron's hands weren't as steady as they had been, due to the growing worry inside of her, but she would do her best to save the lass. As she worked she realized something... It wasn't a member of the Protectorate. One of the Fringe's people, or perhaps a bystander, had been caught in the attack.

That didn't stop the doctor from trying to save the girl. Every person deserved a chance to live, even if they had done some wrong in their life. Quietly the doc started to apply medicine to the wounds, warning the soldier that it might sting a little. Luckily some of her nerves had been shut down, and she didn't feel all of what was going on. "Oi, just breathe darling. You'll be okay, I promise." Her voice was soft, and held a slight Fondorian accent. Everything around Veron'Icka became obsolete. All she saw, heard, and felt was the patient in front of her. This was how she worked.

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]​

 

[Ventasia Terana]

The constant fire and explosions could be heard, only getting louder as her squad got closer to where the action was coming from. IN truth, Ventasia could've easily taken a less crowded path to find the north gate, but then she would be avoiding everything. Where was the fun in that? She wanted to get her hands dirty, or at least cause some chaos. Though she found it odd that they had had into no opposing forces thus far. Was it a trap? An ambush? Did the Sith know something she didn't? Regardless, she was going in a straight path, with no intentions turning. Though something took her attention..

From above, she could hear a rather loud sound.. Or rather, a roar. Maybe a growl? Either way, she glanced up, gaining sight of what looked to be a....dragon. Wait...was that even possible? She wasn't drunk, meaning she probably wasn't just seeing things. It caused her to grin a bit, shaking her head as they began to push forward once more. Obviously, they were getting closer. Hopefully, to some fun.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

The battlefield was alive with forces everywhere as Sargon moved into position to support Spencer, and the Fringe's very own dragon. With him was a squad from the 121st Legion, sniper specialist, and in Sargon's opinions some of the best troops around. The didn't quite near the target though before the first enemy sighting of enemies marching towards the North gate. With a few short hand signals Saargon sent his men into motion creating a broad field of fire with every angle having multiple units covering it. With the oncoming path covered by multiple layers of fields of fire it would be a blood bath if they walked directly into it. Positioned in an obtuse half circle that could collapse around their opponents if order broke down they waited in silence for the enemy. Shield and sword at the ready Sargon waited for the enemy as he stared down the iron sights of a blast rifle his awareness moving out to search for the oncoming enemy. Turning his head slightly he nodded to Jared as a silent signal, they needed to make this quick and get to the front line.

@[member="Ventasia Terana"] @Jared Omvar @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Ventasia Terana]

Ah, hell. Well, no one said this was ever gonna be easy.

"Move! Find some cover!!" Her orders were followed as the troops dove for cover from the incoming storm of blaster fire. Well, almost all of them. Two of the troops hadn't gotten out of the open quick enough, the blaster firing raining down upon them and shredding the remainder of their lives. For some of the others, it drove home the fact that this was real, and their lives were at stake. For others, it created an immediate need for revenge. Either way, it left Ventasia with only eight of the ten troops she'd arrived with.

With the cease of the fire, she peaked her head out, just enough to gain sight of the enemy who stood before her. While the number of troops obviously outnumbered her own, it was the one standing front and center, weapons in hand, that drew her attention. A rather mischievous smirk graced her lips as she raised her hand to wave sightly, fighting back her own laughter. "Aww. Did you come all the way out here for me? I'm touched. Well, actually I'm not. Your a bit too far off to lay a hand on me. But maybe if you came a bit closer, you could try, and see how that works out for you."

Why couldn't she go one day without antagonizing someone.....or making more enemies.

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

 

[Matreya]

Varanin sneered, his head was in the game now. Nothing but the intentions to kill mattered now. The man drew a double vibro-blade, dropping down into a defensive stance. "Be defensive. That's all your good for." He murmured, jumping forward with a powerful superman punch aimed for the man's jugular - using the arm covered in ice - with his other arm coiled to strike of the first did not land.

@[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Commander Lusk]

Objective 2 Statport

Family are the strangers you live with, friends are the family you choose. And that's what Xavier was, family. They weren't related in any way shape or form but the man shared a bond with him deeper than blood, they were brothers in the same fight. Through pain and agony they were destroyed then rebuilt to become faster, stronger, and smarter than any normal human. Through the pain of the project they now stood as an elite warrior race ready and capable to destroy what lay in their paths. Alone the Czar proved as a worthy opponent but together they were a force of pure destruction and skill, and they never traveled alone. Even if they thought they were, they were never sent to die alone without a brother at their side.

Rolland Czar Mark One Serial Number Zero Zero Two hovered bellow the clouds of the capital city's starport waiting for the right moment, Zero Four was new to the project and he needed to be shown a thing or two. And Rolland was just the person to show him up, Rolland was Xavier's older brother in a sense that he had gone through the procedure first and came out as the second czar put into service. But now wasn't a time for a history lesson, now was a time for action. Grabbing his IAS smart rifle slug thrower and one rather large vibro sword the man hooked the blade to his back and slung his rifle. Rolland wore his heavy plate standard Zodiac Dura Armor and was ready to fight. He had to go make sure his little brother wasn't killed by some omega protectorate scrub, he deserved a death better than that. "This is the spot, jumping." making sure he had all of his gear attached the man jumped and went straight down.

Rolland was only fifty feet off the ground when he jumped, they couldn't land the LZ was way too hot. Soaring through the air he hit the roof of the building on his feet breaking through with a crushing noise. The four hundred plus pound seven foot three man came tumbling through to land on his feet, quickly he grabbed his rifle then looked over to Zeror Four who was launching hisself forward for an attack, reading his vitals the man was injured with a hit to the leg. They would get him patched up later, right now was business time. "Zero Four, you form is horrible." Rolland grabbed his rifle and ran off to the side to take aim and fire at @ Noah Corek if you wanted to kill Xavier you would have to get through Rolland first, big brother was here to stomp out the protectorate.

@[member="Xavier Varanin"]