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

[Kyrana Gould]

Location: Space
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

Theme:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjt6QIkEytM


Deployment map:

Spoiler

Darth Pyrrhus deploys in the top left red marked area, Cyrus arrives in the top right area. Coalition deploys in the bottom blue area.

Round 1

With a mass distortion of space the Coalition fleet arrived. They were a touch late, perhaps, but navigating the galaxy with a large fleet was not child’s play. With this in mind they had finally arrived.

On the bridge of the Destiny, Admiral Kyrana Gould organised the fleet into position.
“All ships move into position. Green Group, move into position to block enemy reinforcements. Red Group, Blue Group move forward with the Destroyers.”

The plan so far was quite simple; see what and where the enemy had deployed and try and defeat the defenders before help could arrive.

Coalition Fleet:

Spoiler

• 1 x Paladin Star Destroyer (1600m)(Speed: 3)
  Destiny 1600/1600 (0ACS) 07.13

[*]3 x Crusader Star Destroyers (4800m)(Speed: 3)

• Deliverance 1600/1600 (3 Interceptor, 3 Fighter, 1 Bomber) 05.13
• Justice 1600/1600 (3 Interceptor, 3 Fighter, 1 Bomber) 06.13
• Honourable 1600/1600 (3 Interceptor, 3 Fighter, 1 Bomber) 08.13

[*]2 x Heavenshield Heavy Cruisers (1600m)(Speed: 4)

• Midvinter 800/800 (0 ACS) 07.12
• Valkyri 800/800 (0ACS) 16.12

[*]2 x Sentinel Cruiser (1000m)(Speed: 5)

• Voss 500/500 (3 Interceptor) 08.11
• Laekia 500/500 (3 Fighter) 16.11

[*]2 x Vigilance Frigate (600m)(Speed: 6)

• Virtue 300/300 (0ACS) 02.10
• Honour 300/300 (0ACS) 02.11

[*]6 x Guardian Frigates (1800m)(Speed: 6)

• Spar 300/300 (0ACS) 03.11
• Watchman 300/300 (0ACS) 05.14
• Warden 300/300 (0ACS) 06.14
• Aspis 300/300 (0ACS) 07.14
• Scutum 300/300 (0ACS) 07.14
• Kite 300/300 (0ACS) 15.12

[*]3 x Frontier Corvettes (450m)(Speed: 7)

• Adventure 150/150 (1 Fighter) 01.11
• Surprise 150/150 (1 Fighter) 03.12
• Pioneer 150/150 (1 Fighter) 15.13

[*]3 x Fulminatus Corvettes (375m)(Speed: 8)

• Dart 125/125 (0ACS) 01.12
• Bolt 125/125 (0ACS) 02.11
• Quarrel 125/125 (0ACS) 02.12

Total: 12,025m
Losses: 0m

Coalition Round One:

Spoiler

 

[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=bPfAQdtguTs

The clash of titans sounded against the pale sky in pangs against the top brass, a buffeting double bass of lightsaber strikes thumping like repulsor blasts from a fast firing engine. As if no space existed between, just the marriage of ill intent from one warrior to another. Their steps were full tandems and symphonies of give and take, one step forward and another back, and then reverse. Never had their been a better portrayal of the balance of the force. Their clash not unlike fireworks lighting up the night, sparks and fire spitting out from the strike of sabers. But where the opening clamored for response, Gabriel struck out with a speed and mastery of technical craft. Duraplast sizzling, the rake of energy against metal, he claimed victory in this small feat. But where celebration formed, soon was it canceled out to the sound of quarrel and insult and anger and drive. The drive of the Epicanthix, to push back against the pot shot with his own malice. An unexpected invigoration, a man caught off guard, Gabriel found himself entirely reactionary as he moved.

A block upwards, a block down, a twirl in a horizon etched arc, a block of another attack across the other shoulder. Dropping the blade, he attempted a twirl and feign with another strike towards the abdomen, but the beast was gone, burning saber scorches of red across phrik pauldron, cleaving the armorweave robe on his left side. The energy wound was staved but he felt the brunt of the force as the kick came in hard, sweeping his legs from beneath him. Hitting the bronze platform with a dent of his own, he immediately rolled away from the epicanthix, bolstered by the force to project him in an upward twirl. But not quick enough, another downward strike doused the middle of his left back with a scorch and open wound. Just beyond the range of the armor. As he spun away from the Sith Lord, he lost track of his place and tried to level himself. Just in time.

The thunderous applause as he smacked against the center spire, armor denting against the durasteel as he felt the breath of the gambeson beneath phrik. It inhaled and cushioned the blow as he stood up from the forced kneel, pressing his back against the spire with a solid distance from the Lord, he reached up with his left hand and pulled the rest of the robe away. It was nothing but tatters now anyway, the War-Torn armor revealed beneath. Igniting the blade once more, extinguished during the roll, Gabriel inhaled and exhaled loudly.

"Piece by piece, Vornskr...I will tear you down from this tower."

​

His body felt the ache of the blow from the monstrous man, on shoulder and back, but he looked beyond it. The death chambers beneath Panatha, to the Grand Master taken and abused, to the deviant tunnels beneath, the abberant tortures and fixation upon the cruel. The Genocide of whole societies. Those things, they were greater than this pain, and they demanded recompense and justice. And it focused him now, in his time of need, as he dropped his saber to a dove tail position, angled behind him. His left hand came forward, the promise of the use of force fully telegraphed in preparation, as he moved away from the spire in a methodical semi-circle around his opponent. He would recoup for the time spared, collect, and wait for this opponent to engage once more.

 

[Chevu Visz]

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

As Chevu was free falling over Taloraan City, she heard that voice ripple through her mind again. The Sith offered to share his knowledge with her, and then mentioned her babies. With a grunt she pushed him out of her mind. No more. The babies were her secret to keep. They could be in danger if the public found out who their father was. She'd fought the Sith enough times to build up a minute amount of mental resistance to his tricks. She was sure he'd be trying again.

Sadly, Chevu had even more pressing matters to worry about, like the fast approaching ground. With a zolt to her bones, she felt herself grabbed out of the air. She and Tachon swung precariously from his Fleft-wauf as the orange Zabrak pulled her to safety in a daring rescue. Tricks? She had 'em. She was just getting started. Clinging to him gratefully, the Mirialan let out a punch drunk laugh.

"Sith me. That was a close one. I don't know how to thank you."

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: Wait for prey
Location: Balcony of a Taloraan building
Allies: [member="Darth Rapax"] (?)
Enemies: [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"]

Konrad was a hunter. He liked to track down his prey and see the fear in their eyes as he relieved them of their pitiful life. Konrad can be patient at times but that did not mean he enjoyed it. In fact, waiting was rather boring. While it was refreshing to have his prey willingly present themselves before him, he did not enjoy it one bit.

The prey was approaching, he could sense their presence. Konrad re-entered the building and headed for the roof. Konrad needed to allow the prey to find him easily or else he might a most terrible death – a death resulting from boredom.

Konrad crossed his arms as he stood on a roof not far from where Darth Rapax was and waited. Hopefully he would get to dance with members of the Galactic Alliance soon.

 

[Rapax]

Objective: kill the green one
Location: Skies over Taloraan city
Allies:[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]
Enemies: [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] [member="Graaf Zalec"] [member="Chevu Visz"]


He snarled when he saw what happened and that he was shoved out of her mind...clever little girl...doesn't matter he had a new idea... he swooped down to her and raised his saber high...Darkside power channeled into the blade until it glowed a bright red when it was fully charged. He swung at her in a side way arc and a wave of pure dark side energy was sent hurling towards them...two birds with one stone?...how fortunate for him....he will skin them both alive...He sensed another eager acolyte who was waiting to join...he sent that one a telepathic message that if he wishes to join to make this a even playing field he is more then welcome to.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Location: Atmosphere
Allies: @Canal [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Valiens Nantaris"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
2/20

She was always where she was needed and right now following Coren was the place she was needed. Instincts told her to keep alert and watchful, and plow the road clearing everything and everyone from it, and when the cavalry arrived she'd still be near Coren somewhere, he was almost family to her and for someone who had little family well..she was sure there'd be people who understood her position.

She rolled around sweeping the ship to her left as she could see fighters coming up, she laid on the trigger keeping them from coming up on Coren. She was grinding her teeth hard as her thoughts repeated words that she couldn't say right now.

GOT'CHA!!

TAKE THAT!!

OOOOoo thought you'd just slip by HAHAHA

Explosions ahead of them as Coren made his drop, and Rekha came around for another sweep. She was taking her frustrations out on the enemy at hand, it was better this way than taking it out on some wayward waitress or waiter later when she went to find a drink.

She wanted to talk to Coren about something anyhow. As much as it pained her to do so. That was for later.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

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

Gear: Armor Lightsaber

She didn't respond to his quip ... with words anyways. With deliberate steps, she launched herself forward and launched a barrage of saber strikes. They were designed mainly to test the young man's defenses and to see what his favored form was. Information was key right now, and she wanted to learn as much as she could about this Jedi. Was he nervous? Was he able to stay calm under pressure? Oh so many questions.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6n1_QqPWlJ4​

​

"You'll die trying."

Vornskr practically barked the threat as he too circled around Gabriel, both warriors sizing each other up and acknowledging each other's combat proficiency. Despite that Vornskr was reluctant to catalog Gabriel as anywhere near his level, Force forbid considering him as an equal. The battle seemed to fade into the background as both Vornskr and Gabriel squared off against one another, all of it an afterthought as both of their minds geared towards the other's destruction. The Dark Side thundered in his mind, the hungering need to destroy gnawed at the already frayed edges of his sanity, pushing him, tempting him, begging him to perform unspeakable acts of violence against the man that had so far proven to be a future thorn in his side. Such primal desires should've been unbecoming of a man laced with intelligence, but it was often considered that Darth Vornskr was the farthest thing from a man.

He was a monster.

And it reflected in his hunched, hulking gait as he angrily stalked around his opponent with a permanent scowl and his hairless brow knit in concentration as his eyes never wavered from Gabriel. His lightsaber was held loosely at his side, the blade occasionally dipping down to rent great black canyons in the bronze roofing eliciting an agonized whine from the metal as it sizzled and expanded from the heat of his blade. Finally the Sith Lord could take no more, and raised his left hand with his fingers arched like the gnarled talons of an aging raptor. From those talons burst forth great and terrible power that manifested physically as cerulean bolts of lightning that arced through the air towards Gabriel.

Although perhaps in his haste to end Gabriel's life the Sith Lord had not properly considered the drawback of casting such volatile darkness on a battlefield made entirely out of conductive metal, but then again when the Dark Side burned hot in his mind and belly he was not always the most clairvoyant warrior.

[member="The Revenant"]

 

[Marcus Itera]

Location: Port 84, Taloraan City
Objective: 1 - Steal Tibanna gas, sabotage leftovers.
Allies: The Galactic Alliance - @Qyren Leret, [member="Alexander Ontonas"]
Enemies: The One Sith

This whole operation was turning more and more into a full-scale battle than the little skirmish he'd expected. Marcus assumed most personnel were going to be using hit-and-run style tactics, blowing up major defensive positions and otherwise causing havoc and destroying Imperial infrastructure. But no, the starfighters high above were duking it out like seasoned shock boxers, the fleets continued to exchange turbolaser fire, and Miranda whispered reports of contact within the city itself.

He nearly heaved a groan at the situation, but the Colonel's gaunt features silenced whatever subconscious actions he might've thought of. Marcus didn't really know what to say anymore. The Imperial hadn't replied and busied himself with the datapad, using a language he couldn't quite decipher. All the while both his men and that of the port authority were hurriedly transporting loads of carbonite, repulsorsled after repulsorsled.

"How will ya be wantin' us to pay fer this, Colonel?" Marcus started, "I ain't sure if we got enough Credits layin' around, but we do have more than enough for a bank transfer."

Khan peered up from his device. "That sounds perfectly fine to me." Khan made a gesture towards his aide. "We should have a financial representative coming here right now."

The Dreadguard nodded, just as something caught the corner of his eye. His eyes; they were not natural. Cybernetic implants, which had been disguised to appear as genuine as possible, were the result of taking off your helmet in a combat situation. Removing any kind of armor in battle, unless you were wounded or weighed down, was a terrible idea - and he was thankful that the shrapnel didn't pierce any further than it did. Otherwise, he wouldn't be standing there right now.

Right, back to the movement. It was a flash of indigo lekku that stole his attention away from the bald man before him. Adorned in skintight material, the Jedi had apparently forgone any sort of modesty prior to this operation. Appearance aside, she was launching herself straight into action; a warrior-monk jumping headlong into battle before a lifelong soldier did. The irony.

A lightsaber's flash was his beacon of hope. The second it came on, both Colonel Khan and the rest of his men turned to react. There wasn't anything silent or stealthy about cleaving through grown men, so much of the port security personnel reached for sidearms instantly. Khan and his assistant were nearly fully drawn when Marcus came down on them.

Khan went first, dropping to the ground like a sack of potatoes after the commando knocked him square across the head with a weighty roundhouse. A sickening thump caused his skin to crawl. The assistant cried out, directing the other men towards Marcus and his crew, who happened to be pulling out their own hidden blasters and assorted weaponry to return fire and provide cover for their Jedi comrade. Heavily armored Alliance marines stormed out of the main hold, sporting long-blasters and assault weaponry.

"Secure the area!" He snarled, producing his own blaster pistol. "Get that tibanna on the Galleon! Now!"

 

[Veino Garn]

Opponents: [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Xavka Duquo"]
Allies: The Force, and a powerful ally it is
-----------

They appeared to be taking the bait although not in the way he had anticipated. If anything, they seemed to be accelerating to attack speed. That was unfortunate. Time for a change of plan, unless he wanted to draw them in further. He settled himself deeper in the command seat of his ship. The game was about to begin, especially as he began hearing the sounds of an aerial battle above him. That would at least be cover for his actions.

He started jerking the controls, as if trying to dodge incoming fire or as if he was drunk. That would be up to the Sith's interpretation. With his other hand, however, he activated the deflector shields on the vessel and armed the laser cannon. Concussion missiles were overkill for a bird and he didn't that have many to spare. The top cannon rose into position, tracking the approaching Sith and opened fire, spattering the air with a barrage of lasers, intending to cut down the approaching Sith riders. His accuracy wasn't great, since he was flying at the same time, but he was fast on the trigger.

Ah, how he missed Thyria here to fly. Then she could fly and he could be the gunner. But she was still missing and he would resume the search for her shortly, after this was finished.

 

[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=QGfUvZ_rFNo

They circled each other, like beasts of the burden they took upon themselves. Teeth snarling, blood thirst echoing with the guttural growls of monsters, and the leer of the hungry. Until the moment of silence was over and the Sith Lord lashed out, re-initiating this engagement. A quick draw, acting upon the silent thump of the big hand, Gabriel reacted as he only could. Reverance was a master of many skills, the body of the clone not fully accepting of the lessons learned in another life. While he clung to the power of the basic neutral abilities, he still fought to understand the utilization of specific powers. Tutaminis, one that nearly escaped him if not for the desperation that now floored him, bleeding out from the center of his armored left palm.

The electricity funneled into the blue warm hole, energy siphoned into the skeleton and muscle and retainer of energy that went beyond the understanding of force users. That void that could never be truly filled, it throbbed and ached with the influx as he wielded this absorb with a child like naivety. He couldn't muster the defense, not against such reckless expenditure, the candle burning twice as fast at the wick. The lightning curled around his palm, arching across the armor before dancing towards his torso and through his body and down through his feet. Surely, with the copper and bronze waves beneath his feet, the Sith Lord would feel the sting of his own attack. But with the energetics, Gabriel felt the conduit between him and [member="Chevu Visz"] linger beyond his control and reinvigorated. The calamity, the pain, the firing of neurons, as his vision blacked out and he nearly let go of the saber, allowing her a moments glimpse into the engagement. With what muscle control he maintained, he focused hard and closed his eyes, stinting his movement against the armor as the bolt flung him from his feet.

Rolling off the edge of the disk, a last desperate grasp of his left hand left him dangling from the edge. Armored nails digging into soft bronze, he needed to release the energy. Focusing towards the spire beneath the disk, he reached out with the force and twisted. Gripping it with a mental boost and a blindness of the pain coursing through him, he crushed the spire and spun it, like ringing out a rag between two hands. The tower moaned and quaked, rippling upwards to level the disk with tremors preceding the fall. Blinking, he barred his teeth and looked down, another disk several hundred feet down. Grinding his teeth, he spun without an axis against his own grip as the bronze platform sheared loose from the tiered spire. He thought of his children, he thought of Chevu, and he wondered what the universe would be like without him and without Vornskr in it. Inhaling, he heaved himself upwards as he placed his feet against the underside of the disk before using what remained of the captured energy to dive away from it, fatally sending it off balance while flying towards the platform below.

 

[Qyren Leret]

Objective: Finish removing tibanna gas; protect GA members from Sith
Location: Port 84
Allies: [member="Marcus Foster"] [member="Alexander Ontonas"]

With the guards incapacitated, Qyren left them, changing her focus to the panicked assistant and his protective detail. Marcus's crew had shed their fake identities; the "diversion" portion of the plan was therefore over, and she could now treat the situation as the battle it was, rather than ignoring Marcus as if she didn't know him.

Deft movements of her lightsaber deflected the bolts coming her way, but Marcus's crew had amply split the attention of the remaining Sith-sided warriors. There was less resistance than she had expected to encounter, which meant she had no need to kill anyone with her lightsaber if she was careful. Bolts were deflected back at their targets; some men went down, injured, others were injured and kept fighting. It was clear they wanted to fall back-- and were attempting to make their way to the door-- but there was no room to move. They were practically surrounded and the one clear path, the one they wanted to take, meant they would have to leave the little cover some of them had in order to make it.

Eventually, a few soldiers tried it. Qyren was there, delivering swift blows with hilt, hands and feet; all she had learned from Alex and her Masters about CQC allowed her to avoid needing to take limbs and, in several cases, lives. An unconscious man was almost as good as a dead one, and would suit their purposes. They just needed long enough to get the rest of the tibanna onboard.

Qyren took a blaster rifle to the jaw unexpectedly and went down, her head ringing from the force of the blow; she instinctively rolled away from the scene before trying to bounce back to her feet. The audible and familiar thump of a body hitting the ground drew her attention; Marcus's soldiers had taken care of her attacker, leaving her free to run forward and grab the fleeing attendant. She brought her lightsaber up before his face.

"Don't," she instructed, and forced him to walk ahead of her back toward the ship. A hostage-- even a low-level one-- might prove useful. Certainly, she couldn't let him go; the Sith didn't know the skirmish was half intended to hide their actions at the tibanna plant, and the longer it took for them to realize it the more material they could get onboard.

She passed him off to a pair of waiting soldiers; there were a couple of guards hunkered down behind some crates, but Marcus's soldiers would route them out soon enough. If they didn't, Qyren would lend them assistance.

"We'll secure him somewhere out of the way," one commented. Qyren nodded and crossed to Marcus's position, eyes sharp in case the remaining resistance decided to take exception to the Jedi who had started the fracas.

A growing sense of power and darkness entered her awareness and her steps slowed just as she came up beside [member="Marcus Foster"] . She turned to the door, breath falling silent for one short moment. She knew that feeling.

Even with the containers that Marcus's crew had been moving earlier, and with the crewmen who had kept moving on Marcus's orders while the rest took up the fight, Qyren knew there was still a great deal of potential tibanna left on the platform. They had to move it and for that they needed time.

"How long do you need?" Qyren asked Marcus quietly, eyes glued to the Sith acolyte passing through the door.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Objective: Fight Back
Location: Skies Above Taloraan City
Allies: [member="Darth Azurea"]
Enemies: [member="Veino Garn"]


Chuckling at the Knights telepathically projected words, Xavka urged his own mount to dive down after Azure's. As the two avians and two Sith, he still being indivisible, Xavka reached down to his left hip, maintaining his position on his mount by directing the Force through his feet. His hands wrapped around the hilt of his sword, pulling it from its sheath by a minute amount with a click. A feral grin grew on his face as he locked his yellow gaze on the same ship that Azurea targeted. The grin soon faded as a growl rumbled out from his throat as the turrets on the ship turned and aimed at Azurea and, due to his proximity to her, himself.

Frowning, Xavka nudged his Fleuft-Waft into a bank. The bird followed his directions and flew out of the range of the fired shots before diving for the rear of the ship, with Xavka aiming to drop onto of the ship from behind. As he directed the avian's flight, Xavka was focussing on a second matter and, in short order, his presence within the Force flickered for a moment before seemingly disappearing, fading and blending into the background feeling of the Force, indistinguishable from the Force around him.

Reaching out with his mind, the only flaw in his defence of being anonymous within the Force, and brushed it against his partner's own. 'I'll drop assault from behind, you okay drawing their attention?'

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMa--2gni7E​

​

Lightning raged around them, the bolts wildly rebounding and reverberating across the metal surface they had chosen for their battleground. Vornskr tasted his own ferocity just as Gabriel tasted it, discharges of electricity dancing across the ceramic plating of his armor to scorch his flesh and send tremors quaking through his body as his muscles involuntarily spasm'd from the dark energy. He watched through teared eyes as Gabriel attempted to mitigate the damage by absorbing Vornskr's attack, but in the end it was too much for the man and with a crack of thunder it all erupted between them. Vornskr was throw back to crash against the bronze surface, his senses momentarily jumbled by the residual electricity coursing through his body. When he craned his neck up to catch a glance at Gabriel he found that the man had been completely thrown from the platform, and he had no visual on him.

Vornskr, despite his impulsiveness earlier, chose not to celebrate as he shakily rose to his feet. Then came a tumultuous roar of wrenching metal and the shrieking of discharge power and with it came the tower's collapse, the shaft crumbling away as Gabriel let loose all of the energy he had siphoned from Vornskr's rage right into the tower itself. The Sith Lord stumbled as the tower groaned to one side, but he did not fall despite the crumbling nature of his footing. He sensed that Gabriel still lingered at the edge of the disk's precipice, but more power was discharged to dislodge the disk from its resting place and send the entire tower into a great and might fall to the city below. Reacting more on instinct that rational thought, Vornskr charged off the edge of the tower and dive-bombed down after Gabriel.

At the speed he was going he sought to crash right into Gabriel and send them both hurtling into the smaller tower below.

[member="The Revenant"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

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

Chevu glanced behind her. The Sith was right on their tail. Her gaze dropped to the buildings below. It was still quite a drop to the rooftops, but she had no other choice. "Force help me," the Mirialan whispered, closing her eyes. She could hear the feathery rustle of his mount's wings as he caught up with Tachon's bird. She let out a warning cry.

"Behind you!"

Just as the Sith's blade was about to make contact, Chevu jumped. The blade met the air above her with a whooshing sound.

Gravity was her enemy as the Knight hurled towards the rooftops of the Taloraan city skyscrapers. Now was as good as any to practice the levitation techniques that Master Oomomo had taught her before his death. Putting aside her fear and panic, Chevu attuned her connection to the Force as she fell, attempting to use telekinetic energy to suspend herself in the air, in defiance of gravity. It took all of her concentration, and as she was about to make impact with one of the buildings, she felt herself floating like a feather. With an audible swallow, she gently guided herself to the closest rooftop.

Suddenly a sharp, shock of pain entered her body and coursed through her veins. She whipped her head around but there were no enemies near. With horror, it dawned on her. This wasn't her pain. It was that of the [member="The Revenant"]. He was being assaulted by the Force Lightning of a very powerful being. No. Armaud and Destin were not going to lose their father today. Using the Force to bolster her muscles, Chevu began to run, nimbly breaching the rooftops in search of him.

 

[Darth Atrox]

Objective: Rendezvous with Darth Pyhrrus
Location: Taloraan Space
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"], The One Sith
Enemies: [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], The Galactic Alliance

"They have arrived." A deep voice echoed through the headset strapped around Darth Atrox's orange and black cranium. A smirk traced itself across the Zabrak Knight's face, eyes, a wicked yellow and crimson, glinted momentarily with glee. Everything had begun to fall into place, Taloraan would never slip away from the tight grip of the One Sith. He would ensure that.

Darth Atrox wrenched his ship up towards the blackness of space, towards the co-ordinate spot specified in his last meeting with the Sith Lord. Darth Atrox punched the name Pyrrhus into his communication device with a hasty finger, and cleared his throat, awaiting for the confirmation that showed the Togruta Sith Lord was listening.

"Lord Pyrrhus, their fleet has arrived. I will rendezvous on your ship as soon as you exit hyperspace."

The Sith's stomach did a slight lurch as he truly took in the number of ships approaching the Gas Giant below, and figured that there must be 15 million souls on those behemoths of the galaxy. Oh well, they would all have to die. Taloraan was to valuable to give up. Once Atrox and his comrades boarded the control ship, their would be fireworks. Literally, as soon as the Knight and his buddies got into one of those ships, they'd be fething fethed into oblivion.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Xfvk028Kv0


The wind ripped at his braid, disheveled hair whipping about as he dive bombed from the upper platform. A fleft-waut and a rider, he clipped the lightsaber to his right hip and aimed a strike against the beast. Left hand gripping and loosening, he felt the force flowing through him and just in time, as he looked over his shoulder. A blackened shadow, no solid figure originating for it's form, smacked against his back hard and wrapped tight. A yelp cried out from clenched teeth as they both crashed into the flying beast, Gabriel's hand outstretched and clasped the saddle harness at the moment of collision. But he hadn't anticipated the extra weight or the force of the strike. As his left hand wrapped around the leather, metal armored fingers clamping down, the ricochet sent a shiver down his arm as it stretched taut. Had it not been for the armor, minimizing some of the force across his torso, it may have ripped his arm off. But instead, he heard that universal pop as the left arm dislocated from the shoulder.

The leather saddle strap stretched hard and rigid as the fleft-waut screeched and flung it's rider from it's back. Teetering over, near the next platform, the leather tore and the two descended towards the bronze tophat, entangled. With an elbow from his right arm, Gabriel intended to hit the Sith Lord across the temple or forehead before kicking off from him, separating just before they hit the platform. With what time he had, base jumper releasing the parachute far too late, he pushed out with the force to soften the 30 meter fall from the fleft-waut. Left shoulder smacking against the bronze, he felt the metal fold around him and mold to his impression, as the arm cracked back into socket with a slide across the metal. The wake of the force leaving a canyon behind him.

"AHHHH!"

He rolled over, his right hand reached beneath the gambeson, looking for blood where the sharp edges of the armor cut through cloth. Nothing, yet. He needed to move, he needed the adrenaline and as he pushed his body forward in a zombie stagger, the force pulled to him in desperation. Force body reflected against his skin, translucent wisps of blue force energy poured into him, fire sent out about as embers in a strong wind. He couldn't stop, the power of the electrical current sent from the Sith Lord would bring about residual effects, creeping up on the idle. Even now, the pain in his chest foreshadowed a far more devious ache. But he couldn't accept it, he couldn't accept his shoulder wound, he couldn't accept the desire to fall over, he couldn't accept that he was on borrowed time. And as he called to the force, he felt it quicken through his body and his muscles and his mind. There was no more desire now, no thought towards his own life. Only the end game, to destroy this enemy.

Gripping his left hand into a fist, he registered the pain radiating through the whole left half of his body, as he ran forward towards the Sith Lord with ignited saber. If he was on the ground still, he'd be scored like meat before the firepit. If he stood, he would find a man upon the edge, with an abundance of energy to aim back towards him. And it would come in a flurry of strikes. To the left leg, up to the right shoulder, over to the other shoulder, a twist and spin with a cut across the abdomen, a stab towards the right thigh. His intent to overwhelm, he would disarm this opponent or send him flying to the city still far below them. And he would de-limb the man if he could, technical strikes with a subtle nuanced aim towards the weakness of the armor at the elbow.

And in the middle of his attack, the platform above crashed down upon the opposite side of the platform. The spire moaned in metallic tones, the portion of the platform currently unused folded beneath the force, as the other bronze level careened down to the city below. But he couldn't think about that, he couldn't think of his children or Chevu or the people below, crying out in the silence that would soon follow. He couldn't close the bridge that formed between them, so long ago in a prison cell. He couldn't do anything but focus on the God King of Panatha.

 

[Rapax]

Objective: kill the green one
Location: Skies over Taloraan city
Allies:[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]
Enemies: [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] [member="Graaf Zalec"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

Rapax wasn't about to let her go that easily...the moment she landed on the skyscraper's below he leaped down him self in pursuit ...this was his prey....and he will not let her escape alive .....he leaped from sky scraper to sky scraper hunting her like a predator hunts there prey...she was easy to pick out and track....that was one of the few main traits he was best at was tracking .....a practice he will never grow tired of .....he kept his sabers in his hands ready for instant use..he sliced through any walls that got in his way as well....using some of the debris to try and knock Chevu of balance.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Location: In the skies north of Taloraan City
Allies: [member="Xavka Duquo"]
Enemies: [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Objective: 3


Darth Azurea held steady to the fleft-wauf and closed her eyes, tapping into Force Sight to view what was inside the ship. The Alliance vessel was carrying mostly medical supplies. When her eyelids fluttered open, she could see the freighter weaving back and forth. Was it in trouble? Was it signaling others? Or was it just an evasive manuever? Azurea was a novice pilot, but the motion didn't fit any flight pattern she was aware of. She grabbed the reigns tightly and urged the bird to get into divebomb position.

But this is exactly what he wanted as a barrage of lazer cannon fire came heading towards the Sith riders and their mounts. Darth Azurea pulled up on the reigns, and her fleft-wauf banked to a sharp right, but not before one of the missiles clipped the underside of its tail feathers as it rose up and around. She heard a deafening squawk from the bird. An acrid odor was in the air - now she knew what burning feathers smelled like. Furthermore, the Sith Knight was almost upside-down for a few moments, her stomach in her throat from the aerial acrobatics.

Once she straightened out her mount, she realized the bird's equilibrium was off. It wouldn't be long before the fleuft-waft would be attempting to land. She felt Acolylte Duquo press inside her mind and heard his words. I'll do more than that, sent back Azurea. Don't worry, he won't be able to miss where I'm about to go.

Darth Azurea urged the bird to speed up, is expansive wings flapping and then gliding along, higher than the freighter now. Like a smaller plane trying to land on a larger one, the Sith Knight was bringing her bird in to land directly on the ship, hoping the weight of it would throw the pilot off course and do some damage to the hull.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vg_VLi79Q9A​

​

And so they fell.

The collapsing tower was like a thunderstorm in Vornskr's ear, the sound of wrenching metal and screeching support cables silenced all other sounds; even that of the wailing fleft-wauf and his own harrowing cry of battle. He had managed to grab hold of Gabriel's midsection before the mongrel could mount this new beast and escape his terrible wrath, and he was pleased as he felt the man's shoulder socket pop and crunch under the duress of his weight pulling down on his body. Then the leather snapped and they continued to fall, Gabriel managing to whap Vornskr right in the noggin' with his elbow to dislodge him so that they fell onto the next platform separately instead of in a tangled mess of armor, muscle, and hate. And despite Vornskr's heavy frame he actually bounced once or twice after hitting the bronze capped precipice before crumbling to a stop near the edge of this new tower.

He could taste blood staining his teeth, and each breath he sucked in brought forth a new pang of agony shooting through his midsection. He concluded that something must have broken or become dislodged during the fall, but the scent of his own injuries brought forth a renewed zeal to his willingness to fight and to kill. Perhaps it worked in a similar way for Gabriel, for not even a moment after Vornskr had risen to his feet and retrieved his weapon from where it had fallen was he set upon by his formidable opponent. Even with the daze of a concussion worming its way into his senses, Vornskr's battle clarity was still better than most's, and he was able to match Gabriel blow for blow, counter for counter, their battle again unending.

But as the haze cleared from the edges of his vision he felt dismay as the tremors of another spasm crept up the length of his arm, his fingers involuntarily twitching in response and he fought with all of his will power to keep a grip on his weapon; distracting him from the latest sequences of Gabriel's onslaught. He deflected another strike, retaliated with his own, watched his counter be countered, and then with a horrified realization blossoming in his eyes he watched as the spasms altered the angle of his defense by several fractions of a degree and could only stare blankly as Gabriel's blade slide across the edge of his own to carve a great rend in the already weakened vambrace cutting through tendons and sinew to nick the bone.

His natural instinct was to reel back from pain and danger, and in that jerk reactionary movement his lightsaber tumbled from his grasp to then slide across the curved surface of the bronze cap to tumble into the burning city below. In the meantime his forearm hung gruesomely by a couple strands of unmolested flesh and bone, blood seeping out from where Gabriel's lightsaber had not fully cauterized the wound, staining the bronze metal with flecks of crimson.

And all Vornskr could manage was: "Impossible."

[member="The Revenant"]