Cloudy with a Chance of Sith (GA Attack on Taloraan)

[Xevek Nekonis]

Objective: Fight Against The GA
Location: The Skies Above Taloraan City
Allies: Sith ([member="Darth Azurea"])
Enemies: Galactic Alliance


Flying a short distance behind Darth Azurea and her Fleft-wauf mount was a second Fleft-waft, one that had feathers of a sharp, light brown, talons that caught the light, highlighting how deadly they were and a fixed flight that never distanced it from the Sith. Rarely did the animal deviate from where it was flying a short distance behind Azurea. It never flew straight, dipping in and out of clouds and weaving an erratic path, but always staying near Azure. If one was to look closely at the back of the bird during the moments that it wasn't in front of the sun, they would see the reason for the abnormal flight path.

A slight shine and flicker of the air existed just above the Fleft-wauf's back, just where a rider would be settled, almost as if the light was being distorted by nothing. Hidden within the haze was a tall, tanned Zabrak who was crouched atop of the avian. His long, dark grey hair, was pulled into dreadlocks, which were whipping behind him from the speed of his mount. His single arm was stretched out before him, his hand resting on the bird, steadying him as the animal ducked and weaved.

Sighing, Xavka reached out with his mind, touching it gently to that of Azurea. Even his mental projected voice held a gruff quality to it, the result of the trauma he had suffered in slavery, which had affected his voice by worsening its rough undertone, carrying into his mind and corrupting how he viewed his own voice.

'Any sign of our prey yet, Azurea?'

Even as his eye scanned the air before him and the Force spoke into his mind, weighing on him with its premonitions of what was to come, Xavka was unable to spot any sign of the forces of the Galactic Alliance. Sighing slightly, Xavka shifted, easing the pressure on his muscles that had formed from holding his position.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0CLBSVbvK0​

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My religion is Hate, my God is called War​

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His mouth split into a cruel sneer as his mount collided with his foe's, sending the latter careening uncontrollably to the left before spiraling down as the beast thrashed in its death throes. However; his jubilation was short lived as the rider managed to pop off several shots at his own mount's underbelly, the acidic rounds burning away the feathers before eating into it's flesh and eliciting an agonizing screech from the Fleft-wauf. His own beast began to flail violently as the acid continued to chew through its underbelly, and instinct made it flap its wings harder in an attempt to back up from whatever was causing it pain. That would do no good for Vornskr, who wanted to beast to continue forward to give chase to the descending foe. And so he was forced to take manual control, shoving his fingers into the back of the bird's skull and jamming them directly into its brain.

Utilizing arcane arts he learned from his studies, he seared away the Fleft-wauf's mind and took hold of its mindless husk like a puppet forcing it down into a spiral towards the bronze-capped spire. Already the acid had torn out the beast's stomach and chest cavity, and with a sickening flop the creature's intestines began to spill out of the gaping wound. But by then the beast had long since ceased to live, and its corpse was only utilized by the Sith Lord to achieve a speedy descent through the cloud flecked sky as he gave chase to the man who shot him down. Eventually he would be in range of the city's spire, and with a yank he dislodged his arm from the back of the Fleft-wauf's skull and leapt from his bloodied saddle.

He hit the side of one of the spires with enough force to dent the metal, but as he began to slide and shoved his fist through the metal with Force-enhanced strength to stop himself from falling any further. And after he had gotten his bearings he began to ascend the spire to do battle with [member="The Revenant"].

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective: Objective 3
Location: On top of the world
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Chevu Visz"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGR1ljWZwVE

His descent was the sort of plummet he expected, the feel of wind and heat wailing a whispering tone. He peered back over his shoulder, the beast mounted still. He shook his head as he looked forward, pushing out with the force as he clipped the now extinguished lightsaber blade against the small of his back. Pushing forward, he flipped and twisted, smacking bronze disk as he landed facing the place from where he originated. A dent echoed silent stories of his entry, the slide back nothing short of indicative of his inertia and the eventual stop. The upward skyline, the hiss of beasts crestfallen towards the city below. Flying beasts, descending Black Blades, Gabriel ripped the firelance from his back and instinctively aimed down the sights at the falling beast. Maimed and brutalized, it was but organic missile, as he fired shot after shot to deter it's current trajectory. Wide eyed, he winced as he ran in full sprint, unsuccessful in his attempts. Diving, the Fleft-wauf hit the bronze platform in an explosion of blood and flesh and feather.

Gabriel fell victim to low friction and gravity, his rifle sliding away from his grip and careening down to the city below. He too tasted the potential of such circumstance, the scrape of phrik against bronze leaving dings and furrowed metal in his wake. Pieces of armorweave robe slivered from their larger folds as he twirled on his back, unable to stop himself. A last desperate grasp of his right hand, he hung dangling from the edge of the downward facing bowl. Brown eyes searching the cityscape beneath him as he spotted the armored voice, crawling up the center spire. With a single fling of his left hand, he launched a force push at the figure before thrusting his second hand upward, pulling himself back up onto the disk.

As he leveled himself, fully sure the man would survive the jarring and spontaneous attack, he looked around for his weapon and shook his head, pulling the rancor tooth from his lower back. Stepping up towards the center of the disk, he scanned the sky once more, as he ignited the crimson blade in preparation. In the past, this would be the moments for a predatory seething arc. But now, he merely closed his eyes and thought of Chevu, though of Armaud and Destin, and he concealed those thoughts from the prying fingers of an Epicanthix. He would drop this monolith upon it's foundation and he'd do it with the thought of his loved ones, providing him focus and honing the edge of the knife.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Objective: Battle Sith
Location: Skies over Taloraan city
Allies: [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]

"You got it Commander," the Mirialan said into the Datalogger on her wrist. By the core, punching in coordinates on a weaving and dipping Fleft-wauf was harder than it looked, but somehow Chevu managed to get some safe drop targets to her master, [member="Coren Starchaser"]. The blasted bird might have been trying to kill her but either way, the Alliance Knight was thankful for taking those anti-air sickness pills before she climbed into Swiftcloud's saddle.

"You ok over there, Zur-Ksi?" she shouted to the Zabrak, saddled up on his own Fleft-wauf, Stormchaser. They were headed for a settlement of Wind Riders who had participated in the genocide of the Denfrandi during the One Sith's occupation of the gas giant. Whole families were killed, children and all, and their homes were stolen. It was time to at least give those homes back to their original owners, even if their families could not be returned. Chevu thought about her own family, Gabriel and her two infant children Armaud and Destin, and smiled wanly. She couldn't help but worry that she and their father [member="The Revenant"] would not return from the operation, a dreadful thought, and one that filled her with guilty remorse. Her babies were safe on Sullust. She hoped that Gabriel was safe here on Taloraan, too. Maybe once they were done dealing with war criminals she would fly to his location and check on him.

In her mind, Chevu heard a familiar growl. Unmistakable was that voice. The Sith Knight she'd faced on Gos Hutta leveled a challenge, and one that she would meet.

"Change of plans!" she announced and pulled on Swiftcloud's reigns, turning the bird in the opposite direction.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]Objective:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | @Tiburons[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha dropped the Xwing down keeping up with the freighters that were slow moving towards their objectives. She kept not only her eye on the targeting computer, and navigational she tried to scan the black before her. She didn’t trust that the computers got everything.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She could hear Coren’s voice as he gave them their orders stay with the freighters, he was going to make the drop for the teams. Where was his cover, and did they have enough that a few of them could cover him as he went in.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She clenched her teeth tight knowing that if she did what her instincts and gut told her to do there could be hell to pay.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She thought to herself what would they do[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Feth it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She switched to a private channel, “Coren do you need protection going in?”[/SIZE]

 

[Rapax]

Objective:Fight a returning enemy
Location: on top of the spire at the center of Taloraan
Allies: Unknown
Enemies: [member="Chevu Visz"] and [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"]

Rapax sensed her coming accepting his challenge ...he sensed another with her....no matter she was the main target and he will crush her... He slowly descended behind her and fired a bolt of lightning at chevu. Hoping to catch her with a surprise attack...if that didn't work he had other tactics in mind but the first strike was needed first and he intended to win this battle finally he will take her head this day no matter what the cost....of course probing her mind again will be quite amusing and beneficial to him.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Taloraan City to the skies!
Objective: Try to keep up!
Allies: [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] [member="Chevu Visz"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Rapax"]?

Equipment:
R.I.S Armor
Stimulants/Stim-paks
Military Medpac
Bacta Grenades
Nerve Gas Grenades

Trandoshan Suppressor Pistol
Scatter Pistol

"Gah!" Graaf Grumbled as he followed his allies into combat. Combat was something that did not worry him but what did was this stupid bird. He just couldn't get a good grip on it. He would steer one way and it would go the other. " Dont leave us behind!" he spoke into his com in his R.I.S Helmet rather loudly. As a combat Medic Dr. Zalec wanted to assist in any and all action that he could. Chevu at this point was flying off to somewhere else?! How could she fly so well? As Graaf looked around he eyed the Zabrak ahead of him. His thoughts formed an conclusion quickly.

" Dang wizards!" he said aloud.

 

[Mythos]

Location: The Cortan Blade.
Enemies:[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]
Allies: OS
Objective: Dogfight.

Mythos would have preferred to lead a ground team and destroy any and all opposition from the alliance starting from the cloud city and then move on however the situation did not allow it. The blade screeched into the ensabling battlefield at top speed, Mythos behind it's cockpit ready to deliver a payload of death and destcrution upon the pathetic forces of the alliance and their feeble attempts at hurting the all powerful order of the one sith only... it wasn't feeble at all.

When Mythos parted the clouds he was met with a well trained and orchestrated raid on the city that he had helped conquer when he was an acolyte of Glee anselm beside Ferus and Ruby.

The blade remained cloaked with it's stygium shroud still activated but it was off as soon as Mythos entered the fray shooting down an unsuspecting fighter of the alliance, banking hard right and letting rip another volley of chain linked blaster fire, sending anther fighter down into the clouds in a smoky trail down below.

The blade twirled as Mythos hit the breaks letting it stall and falling in for a dive locking eyes with a particularly interesting fighter ship, this one feeling as if the force whirled around it. The blade hit it's stride to it's six, the Zion Autoblaster achieving a target lock and the blade screaming towards it spinning in a deadly helix towards his prey. "Eat plasma rebel scum"

He pushed on the trigger, the autoblaster roaring with the blast of red energy,

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: BATTLE SITH
LOCATION: ALONG-SIDE CHEVU VISZ
ENEMIES: THE ONE SITH; [member="Darth Rapax"]; [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]
ALLIES: THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE; [member="Chevu Visz"]

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Tachon's Stormchaser reared and screeched, and the Iridonian patted its neck in a vague gesture of reassurance. Something had the bird agitated, but he couldn't say what. He blew it off as nerves, tension, and the fact that he wasn't its true master. His attention snapped to Chevu when she spoke.

"Aside from the Sith smeg all over the fething place and this bird trying to kill me!? Never better!" he yelled out over the rushing wind.

A chill ran down Tachon's spine and Stormchaser screeched again, then a bolt of lightning shot past his head. Both rider and Fleft-wauf faltered then, dropping metres in seconds, temporarily out of the fight area. He let out a growl from his chest and dug his feet into the plumage and pushed Stormchaser hard. The bird squawked its protest to the 'assisted' manoeuvre, but it complied at the choice of persevere or plummet. He may be down for now, but he was certainly not out.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sNHY6jf2VsQ​

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There was a tremor in the Force, his heightened senses flaring in a moment of danger that alerted Vornskr to the hanging individual somewhere up above him. He dug in his digits, crunching the metal siding of the spire as he affixed himself to its faceless surface. He felt the wave of telekinetic energy roll over him, dragging him further down and his fingers carving great canyons in the spire as he hung onto the twisting metal for dear life. Eventually the sensation passed and his descent came to an abrupt end, but his mark had already been made. Still, it was a slight nuance and it did not perturb him of the battle that was to come upon the spire's pinnacle. And thus he continued his climb, his fingers digging small nooks in the metal every time he flung his hand up to grasp the otherwise featureless surface. He ascended the tower until at last his fingers gripped the rim of the bronze-capped precipice, and with a great heave he flung himself up and over to edge, the Force carrying him until he landed feet-first on the top.

The ruin of his mount still coated the roof where it had so brutally crashed, chunks of flesh were now splattered in pools of thickening blood while splintered bone was embedded in the metal. The overbearing stench of gore filled Vornskr's nostrils as he breathed, synapses of pleasure firing across his brain as he basked in the offal's odor. With a flick of his wrist his lightsaber sprung up from the clip at his waist to deftly land in the open palm of his right hand, his fingers curling around the hilt. From the emitter spat forth a hateful beam of energy, its crimson line cutting through the thin air with malignant purpose.

The Butcher King chuckled, "And so it has come to this." He took a cautionary step in [member="The Revenant"]'s direction, his lightsaber held out in an aggressive manner as his body primed itself for combat. "I must admit I did not expect that face here, fighting against me. So tell me, doppelgänger, who are you?"

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Location: Taloraan City
Objective: Observe and ... play
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Galactic Alliance [member="Nikola Ticon"]

Gear: Armor Lightsaber

So another probing attack by the Alliance, this time to steal from the tibanna supply here. Oh, how very clever. Strengthen yourself and weaken the enemy. Oh they certainly knew what they were doing, making the most of what they had. They had taken several key worlds from the former Omega Protectorate ... they would be a force to be reckoned with soon enough.

Regardless, she was here to watch the raid and perhaps defend against them too. She wasn't too worried ... but maybe someone might come along and she could have some entertainment. If Force Sensitive, all the better. She had her directive to follow after all.

 

[Darth Atrox]

Location: Approaching Taloraan
Objective: Await Lord Pyrrhus orders, meanwhile engage with enemy starfighters.
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Enemies: [member="Valiens Nantaris"]

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Fools. How dare they even believe for a second that they could take a planet, firmly under One Sith control. Jedi are fools. But of course that was blatantly obvious to the Sith Knight, Darth Atrox. The Zabraki Warrior had played substantial parts in claiming systems for his masters, but now the tide would change. He would have to defend one.

Mala had often reasoned that the only way to becoming a Sith Lord, would be to take part in more things like this; to prove his prowess and worth. Ambition was always something this Zabrak never lacked.

The Sith wore a thin yet hardy black suit, to which an oxygen mask was hanging loosely from Atrox's neck. The Knight had received intelligence that a Warship was approaching Taloraan, to further push forward the Galactic Alliance attack. It was the Sith's job to get to it, and shut her down from the inside; not the easiest thing to do.

The squadron pierced the gaseous clouds of Taloraan, splitting to approach their destination un-detected in the lower atmosphere.

"Targets at 11 o' clock." came a voice in the headset, and two of the squadron split from the group to apprehend the targets, which from Darth Atrox's position looked like giant birds.

Bolts of plasma erupted from the cannons on Darth Atrox's ship as he took an X-Wing down, scanning the area with his targeting system. They didn't travel alone.

 

[Nikola Ticon]

Location: Taloraan City
Objective: Have some fun
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: One Sith, [member="First Daughter"]

For all of his training with [member="Chevu Visz"], Nikola had never actively fought against the Sith. Not directly, at least. His training had certainly prepared him for such an eventuality, but it had never come to pass, much to his relative boredom and unsated curiosity. As unwise as it likely was to instigate conflict with a war machine such as the Sith, that was exactly what the Galactic Alliance had set out to do. Unsurprisingly he had accompanied them, striving to perhaps make a dent of some kind that would turn the tide of this long waged war for the better. As callous and temperamental as the Ticons were known to be, he did have it in him to care for a greater good that benefited all.

Such was why he was currently following his senses towards one of the many Tibanna reserves scattered throughout the cityscape, having identified this foreign presence as Sith, or at the very least dark-sided. A single sentiment remained: they didn't belong. That was enough motivation for him to seek this individual out, and it didn't strike him as anything out of the ordinary that once they came into sight they were already armored and ready for a fight. While he lacked any sort of added protection other than the Force and the clothes on his back, the saber at his side would provide for him. A slight crooked grin manifested on his lips. "Waiting for someone?"

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective: Objective 3
Location: On top of the world
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Chevu Visz"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pY7zqDemqZo

The armored figure bore a slight resemblance to that pale thing, riding upon it's dripping mount, the smell rancid and rotten and sticky. Each methodical step left it's imprint in his long gait, blood against bronze, as he approached Gabriel, the man who would face this Sith Lord on extended ring. So that others might be saved from such a vile depiction of experience, an assault of the senses with the constant and a ticking sensation of consume essence. A fierce warrior of the One Sith, Gabriel had never fought against this man and he boasted no true strengths against him. Except the will to live and thrive and prove himself.

Hand flicking out to mirror the large Epicanthix, decaying corpse beneath armor, Gabriel strafed to his own right as he fixed his eyes upon the man and his weapon and his armor. Makashi would do him no good here, he decided. And the armor he wore beneath the robe, brown phrik and gambeson, he was at the disadvantage. But he knew that before coming into this. He had never fought the man but he had known it's wake, had seen the tide steam against his volition. "To be surprised on this field...I mourn for you, Darth Vornskr." He said through clenched teeth and a tilt of his head, the flare of his nostrils and the wrinkle of the bridge of his nose. He knew this ebb and flow all too well. And as the coalition of calamity and darkness pervaded the extent, bright caustic orange heralding the view of fetid fuchsia in a threateningly settling sun, Gabriel pushed out his own presence. The sort that would mirror his brothers, refracting and bending goodness where pain was once the fulcrum.

"Gabriel Sionoma. I am no doppelgänger, he is the silhouette cast from my form...beneath a high sun." Reverance, a broken and mangled thing, his time would come soon enough. But for Kaine, his time would be upon this world. Sepulcher of dented bronze and ascending spire. Gabriel would charge as he swung downward with both hands, a full strike more closely resembling the fifth form, aimed for a diagonal slash from right shoulder to left hip. He amplified his speed and power with a brazen injection of the force. There would be no fast way out of this fight, the clash of blades and exaltation of power, the only true way.

 

[Qyren Leret]

Allies: [member="Alexander Ontonas"] [member="Marcus Foster"]

The guards turned at the sound of Qyren's footsteps behind them, but too late. The first took her lightasber to his temple; the next was kicked into a wall and then slammed into it a second time with a brief use of the Force. When the first tried to get to his feet, Qyren hit him in the head again, either stunning him or knocking him unconscious. Either way, she left him prone on the floor and liberated a rifle from him, carrying it with her down the hall. She wouldn't kill if she didn't have to; there was no telling if they followed the Sith willingly or not, no telling whose hearts harbored rebellion.

The first lift presented to her, Qyren took, letting it bring her to the floor of the Tibanna platforms. As she cautiously jogged out into the hallway, using anything in the way as cover, she peeked through the shields blocking the docking platforms. She had seen the Galleon before they had left on this mission; she just had to hope she remembered her appearance well enough to pick her out of a crowd.

She peered into Port 82-- empty-- and darted past the door. Port 84 was busy and more fruitful; Qyren took a long moment to peer around the door frame, studying the ships, and then recognized the familiar figure in conversation with the Imperial officer on duty. She pulled back before she was seen and waited just out of sight. It looked like Marcus was just getting the tibanna extraction process started; she would wait until everything was in place before storming onto the scene.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

Location: Clouds
Allies: TGA
Enemies: [member="Lord Mythos"]
Objective: Dogfight

Mara glanced up at the rearview display and felt her eyes go wide. Some fether in a big bladey ship was inscribing a helical course, chasing her. By long-honed instinct she slammed the joystick to the side as autoblaster fire crashed into her aft shields. She pulled up hard, hard as she could manage. The ship looked a good bit bigger than her RebelX, but the weapons fire wasn't terribly intense for a vessel that size. It was probably tougher than her light gunship, but she might have the edge when it came to firepower. Maybe. The Hushabye rotary ion cannon under her nose could match a capship weapon for strength, if not for range.

The gunship had unimpressive speed, but when it came to maneuverability, she could turn like a far smaller ship. She arced up and around, trying to get above and behind her attacker. No firing line, not yet. She equalized her shields to cover the aft weakness, mindful of protecting the flanks of her engines. A fall on Taloraan was a very long fall indeed.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: Dogfight
Location: The Cortan Blade.
Enemies: [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]
Allies: The One Sith.

Dogfighting 101: Keep on the six, fire when wings match. His instructor repeated that kark for four years straight, yet by the end Mythos was glad he did, it got him a few kills already and he could see why. He landed the first hit, smiled as he did but clicked his tongue as he noticed that the shielding of the ship held. "Impressive."

The ship roared hard too fast to keep on the six but Mythos did not intend to break off for another pass. Angling the blade sideways and pulling back on the handle and shut off all the engines suddenly. With the sheer momentum over the pass the blade stalled and oddly turned back, Mythos timed the ignition.... the moment in time slowed as the blade flew thousands of miles in the air with all of it's engines shut and electronic systems off.... When his opponent came around the Blade Lagged behind awkwardly.
He Used the force itself to time the ignition, fighting the G-force as he lay at it's mercy whirling around as the enemy fighter encircled back then blasted off turning angled behind it.
"But you will need more than that to match me and the blade"

As he spoke the blade answered, tri-linked blaster whipping continuously and the eyes of the Atrisian King narrowed on his pray. The blade soaked the darkness, the urge to kill. The very conception on the ship engineered for a single purpose, to carry out the will of the One Sith.

The skill Mythos flew with was honed and coupled with his creation was a thing of beauty.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Taloraan City
Objective: Terminate Intruders...... or arrest.
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: GA [member="Alexander Ontonas"]

The mandalorian swore under his breath as the familiar shape of a thermal detonator was tossed in his direction. This little devices of mass destruction were nasty, didn't matter if he was clad in beskar'gam, anything that was in its kill radius would of been decimated. There was only one choice for the old warrior and with what he thought was panther like reflexes, minus the creaking of joints and straining of muscles, he would leap back from which he came. While in mid air he would ignite his jet pack and rocket himself further down the corridor in the desperate attempt to get out of the kill zone.

He could hear the unique sound of the the thermal det's exploding. Unlike a the sharp bang of a grenade or simliar device, this had a small snap and then a bellowing thunder like explosion. Noticing that he was not disintegrated, Strider would cut out his jet pack and thrust his legs outwards to a sliding stop. With ingrained soldier instincts his carbine would shoulder up towards the enemy's last known location before he himself darted for quick cover. Was time to regroup oneself and re assess the situation and his opponent.

"YOU ARE KARKING FOOL!!!'Strider would bark down the corridor as he used one of the side door nooks as cover. "WHO THE FECK TOSSES A DET WHILE IN A GAS REFINERY?" Was a fair question, that explosion had the possibility of wiping them and the building off the grid. That very knowledge was part of the reason why Strider did not use his plethora of ordnance upon the soldier when he had the drop on him.

Strider would keep his EE-3 carbine raised and trained down the corridor, his focus was on his next point of cover which would be another nook a few meters forward. He would would pop up and around the corner, tactically and gracefully moving forward while keeping himself covered with his prefered weapons as he ventured forth. If The GA intruder showed himself he would be answered with anther 3 round burst barrage from the carbine.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Location: Taloraan City
Objective: Observe and ... play
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Galactic Alliance [member="Nikola Ticon"]

Gear: Armor Lightsaber

"Perhaps," she replied, her voice electronically modulated behind her mask as she turned to face the new arrival. The young man in front of her was certainly unique, she had to give him that. Tattoos were visible ... not a usual trait of a Jedi at all. Then again, these people that made up the New Jedi Order as they called themselves were definitely not traditionalists.

"You all shouldn't have come here," she continued. "Attention brings harsher consequences in the future ... and we Sith are not known for being kind. Regardless ... you intrigue me ... don't be too boring for me ... maybe if you live ... maybe ..."

A crescent shaped lightsaber hilt flew into her hand, the red blade igniting in song with the sounds of battle starting to fill the world. If he was destined to die here, so be it ... but she had her other directive in mind. If he should fall but not die ... she would certainly take him for ... well needed to be dealt with first.

 

[Veino Garn]

With: [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Opposing: [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Xavka Duquo"]
Objective: Not entirely sure
Location: In-bound to the city
Armor Amulet
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Veino clutched the controls of his freighter, signature masked deep within the Force to be invisible, and his appearance hidden behind his armor, with his mind locked away behind the barrier holding his empathy in check. Invisible to all but the naked eye and normal scanners, which was hardly invisible, but when facing Sith, that was less important. Especially on a stealth infiltration mission. One meant to lure away the Sith patrollers so the main dropships could land on the city.

He reached out with the Force ,feeling for the tendrils of darkness that bound together the Sith. There were two of them not far away, flying around, by the feel of it. Perfect.

He got on the public comms.
"Any government escorts please respond!" He pitched his voice to carry a hint of panic and fear. "Carrying a cargo of medical supplies for soldiers! Hostile fighters are trailing me! Requesting an escort!"