Breaking the Unions (ACA Invasion of Rebel Geonosis)

[Cassus Akovin]

Objective: B
Location: E Support Company - Sniper Platoon; one km from Foundry
Allies: ACA Employers, Alpha/Bravo/Charlie Company (Prime, Besh Prime, etc.)
Enemies: Rebel Targets ([member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [Engaged Snipers], [member="Vulpesen"] [Directly Engaging], Anyone on the Front Lines who feels like discovering one of Triam's droid remotes trying to sneak by on autopilot)

A sigh of relief escaped Triam as the beam did its job... followed by the immediate need to hurl. The force drain had been unpleasant, and it made her sick. Her droid had been destroyed, but that was a minor thing. It was merely a droid after all, it was not of consequence to her, although it did serve to negate one advantage she had on the Jedi. The taser on her thigh had just spent its energy and now fell away to the ground as the woozy Akovin stood, and she knew she had to maintain her pace. There was no way of knowing whether or not the Jedi had been rendered unconscious, and she wasn't about to find out.

The steaming crumpled heap that was Vulpesen had hit the wall before laying inactive and dormant, for the moment at least. He did not strike her as one who had just been rendered into charred corpse, and thus she could only assume he had absorbed some of the energy as he had done with the tasers moments earlier. If she was to survive, she needed to kick him when he's down, before he gets back up and uses whatever energy he might have managed to absorb. If it weren't for this cave she was in, she probably would have launched explosives on him, but for fear of the caves collapse, she would show mercy and a small degree of restraint.

If the man went unconscious, she'd have the time to see if he had any bounties on his head, and if not, she would simply leave him there. No need to kill them when they were down; she was Relentless, but not ruthless.

So in the few half-moments Triam had to assess what had happened, which was hardly even part of a second, she lifted her arm ready to fire a load of hallucinogenic drugs into the man. It was within her reasoning to assume they would work, given that they had worked in the arena. She quickly loaded in two of her Terentatek Horn variants, just for safe measure, before firing a volley at the man. If he suddenly woke, she needed to make sure that at least those darts would be unaffected by his telekinesis, and catch him entirely by surprise.

She may be taking too much precaution, but one can never be too careful with Jedi or Sith or whatever. If the Terentatek Horn variants struck, either by the Jedi not moving, or taking them by surprise after getting up, after they delivered their payload she would be able to retrieve them from his unconscious body. In the meantime while she fired, Triam hoped she wouldn't puke in her helmet.

 

[Vulpesen]

Objective: B
Location: In Triam's sniper cave
Allies: Rebellion
Enemies: [member="Triam Akovin"] and ACA

A flick. The only sign he was alive. A flick of his ear to hear her actions. Even his breath had been held. There was a reason they called it sly as a fox, and as he heard the clicking of her reloading stop, he acted. Her blast had happened in two instances of recharging, the first his force drain, used to heal and power himself. The second, his employment of tutaminis to survive her blast. While much of his energy had been drained, he still held it in excess, having charged himself off her energy and attacks.

As for how he had managed to survive such a blast physically, his Twilight coat had taken the hit and while singed, the phrik dust and nocur oil had protected him fro the brunt of the attack while his use of tutaminis had lessened it enough so that all he took was a bit of uncomfortable heat on his back. Alive and well, the zorren held enough energy to launch his body into the air, having time it for the moment she would fire her darts, causing him to bounce off the wait and sail over their paths.

Using the force to launch his body into the air, Vulpesen found himself safe from harm. With a predatory grin, he twisted trough the air and extended his hands, causing red tendrils to launch towards his opponent as he descended on her. His overall goal was simple and debilitating. To drain her until he reached her, at which point he would place his hands on her and drain her essence directly, aiming to leave her completely incapacitated, and without a doubt unable to continue, Though, it should be said that Vulpesen was not one to kill with such attacks.

He had been awake. He had been waiting. And now that she was attacking, there was no time needed for him to return to consciousness. Her plan relied on that. On him waking and trying to avoid to late. But his anticipation had done her good. Once again, there was a reason that 'Sly as a Fox' was a common phrase.

 

[Sirella Valkner]

Objective: C
Location: C
Enemies: Ravens, Rebels [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Apoc"] | [member="Nagate Hei"] | [member="Solan Charr"]
Allies: ACA Sith-funders, [member="Molly Rieux"] | [member="Ahra Martrey"] | [member="Phade"] | [member="Jared Ovmar"]

And a barrier ready she did have. Sirella popped up a telkine barrier just as a second rain of shrapnel poured upon the pair. With narrow eyes she stared over at [member="Jared Ovmar"]. Tiny shards of metal beat up against the shield like tiny bugs slamming against transparisteel windows. It was beautiful. Sirella smiled at Ovmar and laughed a little. She laughed at the pain, the sorrow, the blood. She laughed until the explosion was through, an eternity.

“Let us help our comrades,” she wouldn’t say friends. She only had one real friend, one person she cared for her, and they were dead. Which was very painful and all that, but they had a war to fight and this wasn’t the time to become all sobby on Ovmar. It might just give him ideas that she needed a hug or something, and that would force her to shove some seeds down his throat and make plants grow in his stomach.

Not a pleasant prospect, if you think about it.

Sirella followed the Sith Lord, keeping her eyes and senses out for anymore surprises. They soon entered the cavern system and started to make their way down the bleak cave. It was a dusty little place with no sunlight. The type of place someone might go to hide a body from authorities on any other planet. This wasn’t any other planet though, the geonosians lived this way. Sad really. Sirella moved with purpose and started muttering incantations under her breath. The witch was ready for whatever came.

 

[Ahra Martrey]

Objective: C
Location: East Hive entrance
Allies: [member="Molly Rieux"], [member="Phade"], [member="Jared Ovmar"], [member="Sirella Valkner"]
Enemies: Close to [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]; [member="Nagate Hei"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Apoc"], [member="Solan Charr"], [member="Jake Cabur Tor"]

"Not that I know of," Ahra replied to Molly, "but that doesn't necessarily mean there aren't." He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Phade was still there. "Once we're inside, maintain silence if possible. We don't know how these caves echo."

"Contact east."

Case in point. The echo was just inside the range of human perception - he couldn't tell if Phade or Molly had heard it. So, there's at least one person here. Hopefully Rachel was able to jam their comms.

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: C
Location: C
Enemies: Ravens, Rebels: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Apoc"] | [member="Nagate Hei"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
Allies: ACA: [member="Molly Rieux"] | [member="Ahra Martrey"] | [member="Phade"] | [member="Sirella Valkner"]

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They traveled through the cavernous corridors, their ways beset by cobwebs and other misery which was trying to prevent them from reaching their target. It had been whispered, said that there was an important rebellion figure within one of the crypts, while Jared was not sure how much of a key person he really would prove himself to be, the Abrion Corporate Alliance wished to have him.

Ovmar wondered if they could simply take his corpse, or if a severely mindfrakked state was acceptable. The Sith Lord in him would have found pleasure in making some of these rebels suffer for this entire parade.

Unionizing the Geonosian Industries, what a bunch of lunatics.

Eventually they would reach the main crypt where they came across a peculiar scene, some weirdo threatening a sickly looking fella. It seemed that they had finally arrived at their destination.

Suddenly [member="Solan Charr"] would feel the full brunt of the honed mind of a mentalist dropping down on his psyche.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Objective: C
Location: Moving back down E tunnel to saferoom
Allies: Ravens, Rebels [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Apoc"] [member="Nagate Hei"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Jake Cabur Tor"]
Enemies: ACA Sith-funders, [member="Molly Rieux"] [member="Ahra Martrey"] [member="Phade"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Sirella Valkner"]

[member="Jared Ovmar"] with his shrapnel push for motion sensitive things, completely and utterly failed to deal with the pressure plates placed by Yuroic earlier. The end result, since these were placed at both the proper entrances, and the joining of the tunnels, was that while wandering cheerfully with his lady friend past Jake who commed in a warning since the defenders had pointedly been staying in contact throughout the entire event, was that people could track exactly where the two were via the explosions. Which likely entirely failed to hurt them because of force barriers etc.

Chiasa, not being keen on getting trapped between two sets of enemies by herself, thank you very much, immediately moved, loping down the tunnel to regroup. Probably if folks had taken a little longer and moved with caution through the tunnels they would have noticed and stopped her, but they didn't, being apparently utterly and completely focused on reaching the final objective.

Rounding the last corner, the Twi'lek braced herself and shot at the two targets who'd never shown up as friendlies on her HUD. Besides, they were outside the closed door, friendlies were inside. Made things easy. She squeezed the trigger of her Outlaw shotgun three times in quick succession.

First shot, the Pack O Punch round. After the whole growing a field of flowers in a desert, absorbing a bunch of explosions etc, the straight up kinetic force of this bullet that was made to go through all but the very heaviest of armours with it's super heated and super charged metals ought to break the telekinetic barrier the woman had up. It probably wouldn't, but whatever, a person had to try.

Second and third, two Sith Killer rounds, which even if blocked simply exploded sending shrapnel and a second smaller bullet at the targets.

These three shots taken while the enemies were fixated on a door and those behind it, the Twi'lek darted back around the corner, adrenaline rushing, ready for an attack from both directions.

At the very least, assuming the comm contact, the trail of explosions, and the guy trying to mentally manipulate someone he could through a door hadn't alerted them, the defenders damned well knew they were under attack now.


Minor edits for [member="Vrag"], because I was promised cookies.

 

[Raziel]

Objective B
Enemies [member="Khloe Sparrow"]
Location just behind rebel lines

There was a time for thought. A time for risk analysis and caution. There came a time when you looked at the task before you, and you got on with it. This was one of those times. The ruthless, calculating consciousness took a back seat. The killler took over. This instinctive, primitive part of him was completely in tune with his senses. It acted immediately, without allowing his conscious mind to slow down the process.

A repeater was tricky. A squad of soldiers spreading out and testing the angles was deadly. A single soldier was well within his capabilities. His saber lashed back and forth, scattering the blaster bolts in all directions as he pumped his legs. Raziel's left arm shot out, launcher the dagger-saber on a straight track at the chest of his assailant.

Agent Sparrow. An errant thought emerged from the dormant consciousness. Raziel had a near eidetic memory, but sometimes it took a while to sift through the past. He recalled a roster, put forward by Ahra for a training mission. He didn't have the mental capacity to think on that now, he was too focused on the moment. However, he was able to realise that after the battle might be a good time to figure that out.

A Splinter pistol appeared in his free hand. The flechette launcher coated it's ammunition with a thin layer of Smart-tranq. He fired a cloud of shards at the writhing body of his prey from ten metres out, never slowing his charge.


http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35148-splinter-pistol/

 

[EmKay]

Objective: B
Location: Just Within the Tunnels, Western Entrance
Allies: ACA, [member="Prime"], [member="Jared Ovmar"], [member="Triam Akovin"]
Enemies: Rebels, PCs Eventually

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The tanks broke through, as was forewarned by any scouting or intelligence parties within the Rebel forces. While they were most certainly there, the progression of time and the inexorably slow progression of war machines could not be delayed by a lack of command over the designated quadrant of the battlefield. They had their directive. Get to the security post, then proceed to reclaim the Foundry. That was what was going to happen, with or without direct Rebel intervention. Asher Valentine had no knowledge of battle meditation, but his presence was still inspiring. He was an icon of the Obsidian Order and the Corporate Alliance. When he was Atretes Rhoujen he died a martyr to his Knights. Then he came back. It was nearly something out of a religious text somewhere. The battle had just nearly begun on his side of this battle, and the war was likely only starting here and now.

TEAM AUREK, VICIA SZI
"Clear?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Losses?"
"Unavoidable, but minimal."
"Good. This Rebel Alliance doesn't live up to its namesake."

Vicia flicked blood from her knife and tucked it into its scabbard near her right hip. She looked over the lost military lives and nodded to the bodies in a simple sign of respect and thanks. Her kind was a dying breed in the Corporate Alliance. More and more organic soldiers were losing ground to droids. While it meant less loss of life, it also removed the human touch. The instinct. She only hoped she wouldn't be ejected before she either fulfilled her term or died for her government. Everyone paused, as was routine, and listened. It was quiet, except for the searing sound of a lightsaber down the corridors.

"Sounds like we're making progress. Let's regroup with Valentine."

TEAM CRESH, ASHER VALENTINE
Sigma had lost patience with playing nice. The ACA couldn't afford to stay on this rock forever without some kind of result... and he would be very disappointed if the result was detrimental. So he took matters firmly into his grip and squeezed. And by matters, that meant the throat of a Rebel who was dumb enough to attack him with a knife. Flames licked through Asher's fingers and crept through the Rebel's skull. As his eyes lost integrity from the heat and ceased to be, the smell of charred flesh filled the air as grey matter was reduced to black charcoal. The body dropped, and the stragglers remaining presumably fled to regroup with the next line of defence. Hopefully that one would put up a stronger fight. Maybe not.

The accompanying team of soldiers watched, in mild horror, at the scene before them. And even through such a close act of taking a life, Valentine looked no worse for wear. In fact, he looked unchanged. This was certainly a different breed of Force User than they were accustomed to interacting with. He reminded them of the long-disappeared Lord Commander. Which made sense. Norongachi was his mentor. Then the Rebels reappeared.

They let the ACA soldiers believe that they'd won this scuff and allowed them to let their guard down. The surprise downed a small handful of soldiers, but the crackling spark and hiss of Sigma's crimson and gold lightsabers punctuated their death toll and began the retaliation. Blaster fire seared the air and brought the distinct scents of carbon scoring and ozone. Lightsabers hissed in the falling of dust from explosions outside. Then Asher moved like a blur of shadow and light in synchronous duality. Where that entity moved, his enemies fell. The blue ended with his red lightsaber planted firmly in the chest of the last rebel. The blood flow as it poured onto the blade hissed and smoked for brief fractions of a second before the wound cauterised.

Footsteps echoed down a hall. He could hear organised chatter. He recognised the footfalls. Friendlies were regrouping, good. They'd need to return to the tanks soon.

 

[H3xle]

Objective: C

Location: East Hive entrance
Allies: [member="Molly Rieux"], [member="ahra martrey"], [member="Jared Ovmar"], [member="Sirella Valkner"]
Enemies: Close to [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]; [member="Nagate Hei"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Apoc"], [member="Solan Charr"], [member="Jake Cabur Tor"]

Phade didn't hear the echo, as he was the furthest from the sound, but he saw Ahra almost twitch at something. Only having met him before, would someone be able to detect the imperceptible shift in the man, and Phade had a knack for noticing things of that sort.

"Is our stealth compromised?" Phade subvocalised into the mask on his armor, sending the query to Molly and Ahra alone on an ad hoc squad frequency.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Objective: B
Location: E Support Company - Sniper Platoon; one km from Foundry
Allies: ACA Employers, Alpha/Bravo/Charlie Company (Prime, Besh Prime, etc.)
Enemies: Rebel Targets ([member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [Engaged Snipers], [member="Vulpesen"] [Directly Engaging], Anyone on the Front Lines who feels like discovering one of Triam's droid remotes trying to sneak by on autopilot)

The deaf girl observed, as the Jedi did suddenly move, though was capable of avoiding several darts she had fired into his previous position She may have been overly hopeful that the Jedi would be rendered unconscious from her blast, but it was hoped nonetheless. It was difficult to imagine how this force drain was at this point anything reactionary or rage induced at all (thus cancelling the requirement for focus if such a thing were true), and it was likely why the intended effect of the drain was slightly dilute given the hallucinogens breaking some of the Jedi's concentration. Avoidance and anticipation of her attacks to that degree required a certain coherence that the Jedi should not have, though it may be reasonable to believe that whatever technique he used to absorb her energy might be used for other, non-aggressive force abilities that could deal with such impurities in the blood.

She was no longer going to feed the pup this ability, it was time to change tactics... right about now. Slightly woozy, but recovered enough to react appropriately. That sense of dread returned to her, and would soon evolve into something more consistent with the dissolvement of her stamina and life force in a moment, if not for one crucial mistake. Had the Jedi merely dodged her attack, and ran around her producing his red tendrils, it would be very difficult for her to do much of anything she hadn't already done, with a great chance of missing. But he decided to get in close, and to float in the air until she was incapacitated. Not very smart, because the funny thing about dart shooters is that they fire one at a time unless specially designed, and her arm is dynamic and capable of movement. There was a reason why her special darts were loaded in last, and it had to do with something like this.

Just as that sick feeling returned, her arm shifted, and now those darts he attempted to ignore were fired into his arial position as he descended upon her, draining her will to remain standing. In short, as he jumped in the air the darts followed him, and two of them were out of his control and entirely in hers. She would not budge, she would deal with this, and she would deal with it now. If she were capable, she would have jumped up towards the Jedi, but instead was forced to wait for a more accessible opportunity... such as the Jedi pouncing on her. If he continued down this path, he would encounter a nasty nasty surprise waiting for him.

Unlike Vulpesen, she would not lay down like a dog, she would stand as a man, more man than he ever will be as far as she was concerned. Even if she were down, in her heart she stood, in command of silly canines like Vulpesen. In the meantime, she was growing faint, and was ready to fall... but not ever ready to give up.

There was never relent to her retribution, that much was certain.

 

[Verd Skirata]

Objective: B
Location: Fancy Flyin' with the Rogues
Allies: Rebels, [member="Sannika Brynn"] | [member="Juwiela Melec"]
Enemies :ACA

Verd had made the suggested manuevers, even just before they had been called out. He had taken some light anti-air fire, which resulted in his weaker shield strength. He maintained comm silence however, noting where his squad mates were, and punched out on their tails. On the way, he managed to take out one of the drones that had been harassing them, but had aggro-ed two of the buggars in the proccess. He resorted to making the best evasive pattern as he could at this speed in atmosphere. It wasn't much, but a couple of light hits later and he was all but out of their range. Then he received the order to circle around and get some more clankers. He looked at his readouts, and his shields were at 63%, Very much in the yellow, but he should be good to make this run. "Shields in the yellow, i'll tag along for this run though." Verd said grateful that he could still dish out some pain.

 

[Vulpesen]

Objective: B
Location: In Triam's sniper cave
Allies: Rebellion
Enemies: Triam Akovinhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2912-triam-akovin/ and ACA

Vulpesen while engaged, had not been affected in terms of focus. Hallucinogens did as their name suggested, They caused hallucinations. They made you see things that were there and to the untrained, such might be very effective. But for someone who's job had been to fight in countless battles, with distractions such as artillery falling all around you, Vulpesen paid the visions little to no heed and should they appear in front of him, there was still the simple plan of closing ones eyes.

And of course, there's still the fact that Vulpesen dealt with similar things on a daily basis. In fact, his hip held a special canister that held the sole purpose of causing visions from hell itself. When one had to be careful around such volatile chemicals as Rhak Skuri concentrate, the usual chemicals were easily fought against.

He saw one of her arms raise up in an attempt to shoot him with more darts and halving his barrage of draining energy, he brought up his right arm, the jedi reflexes of a force user allowing him to deflect them similar in a way as force users use their lightsaber, save only the fact that he used the phrik surface of his Kit's Yelp bracers. Only a few feet and a split second left and his hand would come in contact with her. While the drain might be effective at a range, his physical touch with the ability would prove only much more devastating to her will and life force.

After this battle, there was no promise that he could stand tall, but for now, he was high and very much alive. The power that had earlier been absorbed had turned him into a living and overcharged battery, ready to burst and working on overdrive to release his overflowing power. Harmful, yes. But in the short term, it would do very well to keep him moving at a hyperactive rate. And such was only being increased moment by moment as he drained her further, adding her life force to his own vitality.

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective: B
Location: Rallying
Allies: Rebels [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: Directly engaging [member="Raziel"]

While Raziel was engaging the anarchist who fired on him at close range, Khloe finally rallied, breaking out of her frozen imprisonment. Grabbing the E-Web Rifle that she had specifically asked her troops to procure for her, she aimed the rifle at Raziel, shooting him at his back, attempting to hit any part of his moving body while he was busy with his saber and slaying his adversary. She knew there was no time for hanging around as this was a Force User and a powerful one who possibly had control of her mind.

Khloe scrambled up out of the rubble and ran in the opposite direction just in time for the Smart-tranq darts to miss her.

 

[H3xle]

Objective: B
Location: Just Within the Tunnels, Western Entrance
Allies: ACA, [member="Prime"], [member="Triam Akovin"], [member="Asher Valentine"], [member="Raziel"]
Enemies: Rebels, PCs Eventually, [member="patricia susan garter"]



There were times when you held things back and waited for an opportune moment, there were those opportune moments themselves, and then there were times that you had to create your openings. Besh saw the organic fall from the sky and take the armor company through the right flank of the rebel forces. They must have left that flank weak trying to counter the movement of droid troops from Himself, Prime and a host of others. Besh could almost sense the opportune moment coming, the ACA had tapped the primitive communications channel of the geonosian rebels and the penetration seemed to be causing a panic among the rebels. Though, to be fair, what the rebels considered regular communication seemed to be panicked to Besh's mind. No matter what, however, he would have to move to take advantage of anything, and it was time to get involved personally. He attached the command subroutines to a secondary processor unit after he issued the complex set of commands he had devised to each of his remaining droids. The secondary processor would handle the link up between the droids while leaving the main portion of what could be considered Besh's consciousness to handle the business of ending the lives of those organics who faced him.

First he had those droids in the trenches, all eighteen of them, begin firing to suppress. Those nine that faced his line, he had toss out thermal detonators between the trenches and Besh himself, to clear out any further resistance there. He then had his droids with him begin to cover the distance between their position and the trench that his droids owned now. He had the eleven clankers that had lost some viability lead the charge, specifically placing them between the artillery units still firing on them and the rest of the group. Using trajectory calculations based on where the line of sight units were pointing, he was able to have those droids interpose themselves to the artillery beams. He lost nine of those droids in the process, but the rest of his group got to the trench unscathed. He attached the remaining two droids to the eighteen holding that first trench and split them into two groups. The first group held the right hand side of the trench at the point where it connected to the next level of trenches while the second held the left. They dug in and went prone, ten facing either way, firing to suppress any counter assault from points further down the first trench. At truly random intervals, smoke and thermal grenades would be thrown to add to the chaos in the enclosed space. The remaining twenty one clankers and eleven super clankers came with him and entered the second trench. The reinforcements from further back were coming to reinforce the rebels still in that line, but this time Besh was assaulting with his droids. The individual units were given guidelines to remain close enough to provide cover for the droids immediately adjacent to them, but also given room to maneuver according to their individual needs based on the advanced tactical programming provided to them by the ACA. The eleven super clankers were given more autonomy, but also strict orders to act as a reinforcement for the clanker line.

Besh entered the second trench line as a demon made metal. The rifle at his shoulder fired with unerring accuracy, every shot calculated by his primary processor, taking into account the information of his own visual sensors and those of his droids around him. Every round found it's mark, most were head shots, as this Hydra version had a predilection for the harder shot as opposed to wearing the flesh. Each Prime had a peculiarity, and each Prime was a deadly opponent in almost any combat situation. Once Besh was able to close to melee range, his deadly dance became even more complex. He no longer kept his rifle to his shoulder, instead he wielded the butt like a club, smashing faces in, breaking bones in outstretched arms, cracking through legs all based on the dance devised by his processor units. His secondary processor was receiving data from all of his droids, allowing him to have a very unique view of the battlefield that would confuse an organic brain. His primary processor took the data from his secondary processor and compiled it, measuring the speed of movement, direction of movement, level of threat based on what weapons were pointing where. He wove up and down, spinning one moment and thrusting the next. Every few processor cycles, when his rifle muzzle would be in line for the fraction of a second needed to get off a shot at a farther opponent, his trigger would activate, sending coherent plasma through eyes, mouths, throats and foreheads at seeming random. The shots being fired as the droid continued his arcane dance of death. Viewed from above it would be quite beautiful, viewed from the opposing side it would cause nightmares to any who had the misfortune to survive.

 

[Raziel]

[member="Khloe Sparrow"]
Objective B

Raziel's mouth was filled with the metallic taste of blood. It took him almost a second to realise that it was because he'd bitten deep into his own lip. Sprawled on the dusty ground, his saber sat buzzing a few inches from his face. The pain in his right lat took a moment more to register. The heavy blaster bolt had cut through the armourplast plate, before burning a hole through the weave underlay. Turning his senses internally, Raziel found that the actual damage could have been much worse, but the pain from the melted plastic against his skin was excruciating.

Anger coursed through his veins as the Force propelled him back to his feet. Dust billowed around him as he turned on the spot opened his helmet and spat blood onto the sand.

"Face your fate Sparrow!" he called, the words would reverberate around her head without even reaching her ears. He called his spare saber back to him, catching it with his right arm. There was at least some movement there, if greatly reduced.

He reached out with the Force manifesting his will in a vice-like grip about her ankle. He would try to trip her mid run, and then start to drag her back towards him.

 

[Marek Starchaser]

Objective: Charlie
Location: East Platform Entrance
Allies: ACA, [member="Phade"], [member="Jared Ovmar"] @PlantLadyWhoDoesntGetTags, [member="Ahra Martrey"]
Opposition: People with free health care, @Chiasa Kritvaas, [member="Nagate Hei"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Apoc"], [member="Solan Charr"], [member="Jake Cabur Tor"]r

Figured. Of course no other Obsidians in the area. That left it down to her and Phade for Force support. And whatever Ahra could do. Spy, and some tech magic? That was what the Abrion Authority was all about, anyhow, technology and its use to make everything so much better.

She wondered if kids even used technology when they were doing hood rat things with their friends.

She wished she was doing hoodrat things.

But nope, she was here on a mission. Maybe if it came to fighting, she could pull out the stops on how to survive from what she knew on the streets of Nar Shaddaa. She looked between her team and wasn’t hearing the echo.

“Hope not, but I brought a saber, just in case.” Not hers. Not yet. "Who wants to go into the crypt first?"

 

[Aithne Charr]

Objective C
Location: Inner Crypt Bunker behind a door
Allies: [member="Apoc"] [member="Nagate Hei"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] and other Rebels (Not sure whose even still fighting with us)
Enemies: The Plant Lady that isnt Circe, The man in the mental mask, the Obsidian twins, and @Ahra Martey... i didn't know what to say for you.

Somewhere, in another galaxy far far away, a long time in the future, there was a man sitting at his computer bored out of his mind with a site that was suppose to be fun and story telling... But oh well, thats a galaxy for another Day. The mental probing was... to say the least annoying, he had to keep his mind in such a diciplined state at all times of the day or he would have gone crazy more than a decade ago. IT was like this man though that such a... interesting use of the power would affect him. Granted it did, his mental barriers strained but he remained in complete control as his hand fiddled with a Napalm Grenade in it while the other held the scythe with one hand.

He was staring at the door, his eyes golden as he didn't bother with even looking at the VIP who still cowered in the corner though his eyes took over and he removed his physical sight from himself. He would look trhough the flows of the force, force sight as it was well known. He peeled away the layers of metal, wiring, and other things in which the force did not touch to try and grasp what fighting was happening out there. The sides were clear, two against one, and he looked through the flows of teh force to make sure not another hid.

You see, most people looked for a person's signature themselves. Normally this would work fine but White Current and certain other powers masked a person's force signature so you had to look at the flows of the force and where the river that the living force represented parted. Not even white current can hide from someone when you look at it through this light though there was no one else hiding from what he could see and with a sigh he breathed in and then suddenly pulled in the fear, hate, pain, spite, jealousy, anger, rage, all of it down into his soul as he consumed it and continued to prepare himself for the fight in which would come as he waited for the others to breach the door or for him to be required to fight.

The VIP meanwhile was curled up in the corner with Solan's SMG loaded with Sith Killer rounds, a table positioned in such a way it would protect him against the very actions that Solan would take the moment someone made the mistake of opening that door and not being Chiasa.

 

[Nagate Hei]

Location: East Hive entrance
Allies: [member="Molly Rieux"], [member="Ahra Martrey"], [member="Jared Ovmar"], [member="Sirella Valkner"] [member="Phade"]
Enemies: Close to [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]; [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Apoc"], [member="Solan Charr"], [member="Jake Cabur Tor"]
Objective: Stop Invaders from Capturing the VIP.


Nagate watched as Chiasa sprang out and attacked the two Sith that had waltzed through a mine field, and straight to the door to the VIP's Crypt. One Sith stood staring at the door like he was yelling at it with his mind, but it wouldn't open no matter how hard he thought. Then the woman behind him, who looked like she wore no clothes, just a layer of leaves covered her skin. She seemed to be in her personal bubble and when Chiasa poked at it, it flared and whether it fell to the barrage or not was unclear as Nagate turned to the sound of a three person comversation down the hall. With pistol and saber in hand, Nagate awaited the first sign of the enemy and would then spring his trap and attempt to either slay or repel them all.

He had yet to activate his blade, and with that, he was able to keep silent. Stowed away in one of the sidewalls the Geonosians used as their sleeping nest things, the all black Rebel was all but invisible in the darkness, he could jump out almost completely unseen until the moment he struck.

 

[General Mayhem]

[member="Silas Mantis"]


The difficulty with the attack from the young man was that Mayhem was still moving. Speed was her nature, her methodology. She continued forward as he went under her, the rockets igniting as she leapt forward, extending her unbroken arm to retrieve her staff, holding it up--and firing a dart backwards from the tube. The daggers scratched across the rear of her legs--superficial, but still lowering her armor's effectiveness somewhat.



She calculated and fired a second dart hoping that one of them would take the boy by surprised. The hallucinogens would make her work easier as she spun around, swing the staff in a wide arc. She would end this. Violently. but first, play with the fool, then torture it into submission. She laughed a little. "Not...zttt....bad."

 

[Ahra Martrey]

Objective: C
Location: East Hive entrance
Allies: [member="Molly Rieux"], [member="Phade"], [member="Jared Ovmar"], [member="Sirella Valkner"]
Enemies: Close to [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]; [member="Nagate Hei"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Apoc"], [member="Solan Charr"], [member="Jake Cabur Tor"]

Phade's silent words gave Ahra a moment of pause. Text appeared on his teammate's HUDs. Hopefully not. Maintain if it's not; be ready for a firefight it it is. He motioned for them to follow as he plunged into the cave. They were less than fifty meters in when the sounds of combat echoed up the passageway. Well, that's interesting. Perhaps there are other teams. Maintain stealth, but be ready for anything. Number one priority is the target. The noise of the fight should conceal our approach.
He activated his scanners as they descended, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Suddenly he stopped and held up a fist, signalling for the others to do likewise. A trip mine stuck to the wall of the cave ahead, an infrared laser blocking the narrow passageway. He slowly pulled out his INP. With a soft poot, an invisible ion bolt struck the mine, causing it to shut down. The infrared laser faded and disappeared. Neutralized. We've got mines here. Be wary of other traps and surveilence.