Conquest of Alderaan [One Sith vs Republic]

[Darth Banshee]

Location: dicing with a freighter from hell
Allies: Armour and shields
Enemy: [member="Jorus Merrill"]


As the freighter passed under dragons breath, captain markus barked orders. Activate the magnet, and keep guns firing. The ship hull had magnetic strips under it, activated by sending current through them. The plan was to make the freighter, get pulled up to it`s hull. Then begin cutting into it, and shooting it a point blank range with the guns on the under carriage.

As he did he also moved the ship to rotate around, to follow the fast freighter so it could not get to it`s engines. Even so dragons breath took another battering. The enemy ship launched to missiles at her as well, point defense guns took one down. Though the other hit and shook dragons breath as it did.

 

[Darth Odium]

Location: Palace steps
Objective: The wound
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
Allies: [member="Quinn Vos"]

Odium didn't slow much as he suddenly leapt toward the jedi. The blue blade passing beneath him. It would come back to the boy but Odium was prepared for that as well. With both hands around the saber he closed the gap quickly his eyes would soon clear but until then force sight painted his opponent in a blue aura that shone brightly against a grey world.

They would have their bloody combat one way or another.

 

[Masamune Tametomo]

Location: Archives
Objective: Tame the Warrior, Survive
Allies: Republic
Enemies: [member="Hion the Herglic"]

A twist in the thread
Of time and Masamune
Knew, within his head,
That little could be done.

He was aloft, in the air,
And could not dodge
The blast that would tear
Him from the sky.

But he knew he could
Attempt an attack, despite
The impending attack that would
Soon toss him yet again.

Two things he did
One after the other.
One to boldly bid
The warrior he faced to sleep.

The other would try
To lessen the blast
To allow the bushi, not to die,
But to come away intact.

Wooden tip rose and fell
And taming bokken flew
Through sounds of hell
And whipping torrents of air.

The sword was sure
Aimed and flew true
To boldly and truly cure
The Herglic's arrogant nature.

The blade would slam
Into opened mouth.
The Force, the plan,
Allowing it to sail through the torrent.

The second act he did
Was to light the coals anew.
Carefully, softly, quickly he bid
The Force to fully imbue.

The injury would be there,
This he could not avoid,
But instead of death, he dared
He cheat it once more.

The blast flung him high
And away once more,
But the end was not nigh
For the stalwart bushi.

With head loudly ringing
And eardrums a-bleeding
He stood once more, flinging
Caution to the winds.

He felt something shift
Within his chest, the pain
Refusing, despite the Force, to lift
From his body's senses.

Slowed, now, and in pain,
He realized that now was the time,
The time for gambits, true and plain,
'Lest death overtake him.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Darth Banshee"]
Above/near palace

Dragon's Breath vs Gypsymoth

Long-range sensors showed a Sith flotilla inbound, entering atmo. Jorus acquired a bad feeling about this, but he was just the tiniest bit busy. Because the ship he'd just skidded under had activated magnetic grapnels or a tractor beam, and he was having to give his controls a serious fight to keep from being drawn up against what looked like a recessed plasma cutter. He spun the flying brick of a YV-929 at the last moment, engines resting against the underside of the corvette. The palace dominated his field of view.

The plasma cutter lanced straight through the shields and punched into the middle of three engines, an instant after he cut fuel flow. Ignition of the remaining fuel rocked the Gypsymoth, and he smelled smoke. A very, very bad sign. Capital gunfire hammered his shields down to twenty percent and falling; that plasma cutter was inhibiting recharge and sapping shield strength all on its own.

The freighter hummed and squalled around him, unhappy with the damage, more than it had taken since Zaiden ripped its hull open. With a grimace, Jorus fired his two rear concussion missile launchers point-blank, and slammed full power to the two remaining engines. The Gypsymoth leaped away, pretty much straight down at near mach one, leaving a good chunk of its exhaust nacelles still clinging to the magnetic grapples. An instant later, he fired his rear assault concussion missile launcher, lobbing a big explosive egg up at the underside of the Dragon's Breath.

He goosed the repulsorlifts again, third time in as many minutes he'd done that, and rivets popped somewhere in the hold. "Hear me baby, hold together..."

The Gypsymoth rose out of the dive and turned on a dime, half a klick from the Dragon's Breath. His two forward conc missile tubes held two warheads each; his forward assault conc tube had only one warhead left; his shields were down to two percent -- shreds, just shreds. This was where her ion cannons and disruptor torps could get lethal. Even a near miss could fritz his stressed systems and put him on the ground, in a wreck that you didn't walk away from.

He hit the comm.

"This is Gypsymoth to Dragon's Breath. I'm shot up pretty good, an' I'm betting you can kill me, but you know I can take you with me if you do. Make your call."

 

[Darth Isolda]

Location: Outskirts of the Palace, within view of the fights.
Objective: Be wicked with my best buddy, best pal.
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: The Republic, [member="Kiskla Grayson"], and soon every Republic/Jedi at the Palace
Music: Black Temple (Illidan) theme - World of Warcraft: The Burning Crusade soundtrack - Cause this is epic


"Ohh... this will be divine." would come the throaty chuckle of the Eye of the Dark Lord, the Vahla and One Sith attendants standing around them.

"Let's see what we have here..." she'd coo out with devilry, her fingers still playing with the taozin amulet as she'd shut her eyes. Once again, the Chosen of Vahl would spread her mind out into the fray, only this time, the objective was the palace.

Who else could she corrupt? Who else held a taint within them that she could seep the Dark Plague upon them? Beacons of light would be everywhere. A desperate attempt to save what was now lost.

But there, like a lily among the thorns, flickered the aura of one particular individual. Ahhh... who is this? Isolda would muse, as she would bring her focus, that farseeing eye, upon the woman with gossamer blonde hair, an angelic face, and ahhh... such a confused soul.

Her ties to Talon Vosra would identify the woman. She knew well who this was. Grand Master Kiskla Grayson, the heir to the Jedi in the wake of Carn Dista.

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

Suddenly, Darth Isolda would reach out with the entirety of her power to press upon the mind of the Grand Master, searching, probing, seeking. Intending to break through to prob through defenses....discover what bit of images, secrets, and information she could find of the woman, gleaning what she could just as she had done with Spencer Jacobs in the ruins of the Jedi Temple during the fall of Coruscant.

Yesssssssss......

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[Darth Hauntruss]

Having destroyed the palace base, Hauntruss' worm slithered across the earth leaving the body that was once holding it place. With the worm gone and the earth along with it there was nothing holding the palace up right. I have done my part, now the rest shall fall into place.


[Hauntruss has exited this thread. Sorry for short post.]

 

[Beowoof]

Bottlecap took that as his cue to cut and run as well. Another glamorous Stormie assault and a job well done. Though it was very curious in the first place, this attack. Everyone knows that Alderaan is a peaceful planet and has no weapons. But some people just like to start a riot.

TK-4441 and his squad trekked off to rendezvous with a transport. Now it really was time for that coffee. Add a little alcohol to that as well.

 

[Vulpesen]

Seeing that the battle and his usefulness had for the most part ended, Tsolan turned and started to walk towards his transport, using Ace to send a message to [member="Alexandra Cinthra"]. "I believe its time we take our exit. Let's go home." With that, he dodged and slashed his way over to his ship, soon leaving the beautiful and now damaged planet of Alderaan.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: mid air
Allies: a bit of shields and engineers
Enemy: [member="Jorus Merrill"]

Captain Markus heard the comms link from gypsymoth, he held breath for a second as came through. He new could finish this know, but his shields where at about ten percent. A volley could finish him as well, letting them surrender would be nice. Then their was one problem, their captain was a known Jedi master. He could risk taken him prisoner on the ship, as to do so would invite death it self. If Darth Banshee was here, that idea could accommodated. She had left though on medical evac, heading back to coruscant. He brought time in the negotiating his shield, would be repaired quicker than his opponents though.

He open com line back to his opponent, This Captain Markus of the sith fleet, in command of Dragons breath. You may leave the battle field know, and land at these coordinates. We shall take you as a pow, when alderaan is secure under our rule. His tone was firm, he had scanners locked on to that ship. If the ship even looked like it was about weapons spike, he fire first and ask question later. It`s was up to them know, they could put down, they could run for it. The port thruster where damaged, so turning to fire would be an issue. Then again he may decide to die in blaze or glory. It was his choice, he had no choice he had to opening fire on those tanks. They where his priority, not this freighter.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Balaya watched as the worm rose from the earth, Hauntruss was at the palace and destroying it with a sink hole as she marched and stopped. "Captain bring the ship around, the palace is buried in the earth and it is time for us to leave." The Blackblades with her gave a nod of their heads and Balaya with Glitter started to exit the thread aboard the large ship as her army of sithspawn entered the large hold with the leviathan in it. "Return to Coruscant."

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Archives
Enemies: [member="Masamune Tametomo"]

Wooden bokkens, Force forged or not, do not fare well when being chucked into hurricanes. Particularly hurricanes issuing from the maw of a Herglic Sith Lord. However, through some mystery of the Force the bokken managed to continue on despite being buffeted by a wave of pressurized air capable of leveling a permacrete building.

Orcus' black eyes widened and he tried to side-step.

Unfortunately, he was very large and not as agile at the drop of a cred coin as most species. The bokken's tip smashed into his shoulder, emitting its stun bolt payload directly into an orbalisk's shell. The parasite was instantly knocked unconscious and fell off of the Herglic's shoulder, exposing another gap in his armor. It clattered the ground in unison with the bokken. The powerful blow had driven the 800 pound Herglic to a knee and he panted heavily, drawing in huge lungfuls of air and exhaling through his blow holes. To put such strength behind that hurled blade must have cost the Je'daii much, even more so after shielding himself from three point-blank Force Bellows.

A red-rimmed rage seized on Orcus. He wished nothing more than to end this defiant being. He reached out and struggled to close his enormous flipper around the bokken, but found the arm still numb. Grimacing, he reached out with his saber-wielding hand and took up both bokken and blade, flipper large enough to wrap around both. He kept a tight hold on it, more to keep them away from his foe than anything else.

Orcus looked toward the human and unleashed yet another blast of air from his maw, not as powerful as the others for this one served a different purpose. The shockwave picked up dozens of bits of rubble and shards of rebar and spat them at the still-breathing warrior with tornado-force speeds.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Palace Steps
Enemies: [member="Darth Odium"], [member="Quinn Vos"]
Ally: [member="Kiskla Grayson"]

Ket came on, unfazed by the blast of blinding light. He had seen the trick before and knew its counter. Korr clipped out a curse as the Nautolan rapidly closed the distance with every bounding step. But Ryan had another hand to play. The blue blade was spinning steadily into the distance behind the Sith. Rather than simply recalling it to his hand, Ryan reversed the lightsaber with telekinesis so that the point was directed at the small of Ket's back, then he yanked on the weapon in the Force and launched it to a rapid velocity, seeking to impale his Nautolan foe from behind.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Palace Steps
Allies: [member="Darth Odium"] [member="Quinn Vos"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"]
Objective: I cant hold back anymore..

Kezeroth could see [member="Darth Odium"] ahead and his enemey too, Realeseing a Roar again Kezeroth ripped off his tattered robes and cloaks covering his giant body and useing a Force Dash to end any distances bewteen them. The area was not fully clear to the eye and debris were everywhere. Apon Dashing in Kezeroths body in [member="Ryan Korr"] & [member="Darth Odium"] suddenly and surely appeared. His Mutated Gen'Dai body was a frightening sight to behold up close and his armor did little to nothing for him was almost solely Cosmetic. Letting out another Growl and grunt Kezeroth raised his Light Pike and made a strong stab at [member="Ryan Korr"] Leg, Attempting to disable him.

Apperance atm

 

[Quinn Vos]

:::alace steps::::

[member="Darth Odium"] [member="Ryan Korr"]

Bruises and gashes littered her back from taking the brunt of the rubble blast. She felt the nautolan’s lips brush her cheek and if it had been anyone else, he would’ve received a shiner. But even then, she sensed the tangled emotions behind his actions and his subterfuge for another target.

Anger sparked like a match in the muddy-brown haired girl.

With a scowl that caused no interruption in speed, she unshouldered her bow, notched an arrow to it and sent it flying toward the lightsaber hilt headed for Odium’s back, to nudge it off course. Nimble fingers let loose a second arrow, aimed toward damaging the saber’s activation switch. Scratched-knee dug into the rubble littered ground as she adjusted her hips for the third shot. An exhale left her lips and kissed the arrow’s shaft as it sailed past Odium on a grazing-path for the outside of Korr’s upper, left arm.
It was a warning.

[member="Kezeroth Barcu"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Location: Palace
Allies: [member="Michael Sardun"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Isolda"]
Objective: [member="Darth Helios"] / [member="Elaine Thul"]


Foot met foothold after foothold as she pressed forward, finally on the palace steps. It was at this point that the palace began to rumble with disaster. Precognitive alarms went wild within, and the Jedi crouched.
Shuttles hovered about the massive palace, and Kiskla wistfully imagined Aldera’s political structure with more ridges, rather than it’s sleek exterior. She could have used those for more of a height advantage, and scale it and… the rumbling increased and the time for unfruitful planning was over.

From the lower levels, flames of impressive magnitude birthed. Tumultuous roars echoed as they swayed the foundations and areas of the palace. The areas of smooth stone cracked and shattered from the heated pressure and expanded outward in devastating bursts as the explosion reached it's climax. At the bottom of the steps, Kiskla was surrounded in a cloud of ash, dust, debris and smoke. Licks of fire rode the odd strip of dirt. Thankfully, having a good filtration system and a helmet meant she was able to continue some sort of sight--- though it was mostly of grey. But her gaze never stopped looking in the direction of the departing shuttles.
Fortune favoured the bold indeed, as the number of allies grew around the palace. Including [member="Michael Sardun"].

"Sardun, great timing." They were Jedi, but today they'd be salvagers. Much of the building was crumpled and nothing more than piles of what it once was-- but there was still a dark presence from within. Along with some royal bodies. All needed to be out.

"Let's see what we can salvage." Of course Kiskla wasn't speaking in terms of tangible items-- but rather the lives of those within. She could feel them-- flickering like struggling candles in a typhoon ([member="Elaine Thul"]). There was another aura in the mix too, one of [member="Darth Helios"]. He must not have evacuated -- and was still a threat, although Kiskla didn't know him.

Without much more than a jerk of her head for indication, the Kiffar plunged forward again-- waving away the smoke as she went. She had a slight advantage to this over her friend, mostly because of the filtration system in her armour. The helmet meant she didn't have to use Art of the Small on her face, and could direct her power to something more useful without distraction.
She slowed, entering the dark crumbling building. It was mostly collapsed, but some areas still stood stoic among the heaps. With a telekinetic wave, a massive boulder moved to make more room for advancement. Briefly, Kiskla glanced backward for a visual on the former general and companion of Amadis. It was at this moment, that the female stopped dead in her tracks. The boulder she'd been holding dropped, adding to an already huge pile rather unceremoniously.

Plunk.

A mental tendril reached out and knocked against the door of her mind, letting itself in without an acquiesce from the girl herself. Kiskla tensed, frowning at the interruption. There was a Sith in the basement that needed attention!

The voice, Kiskla didn't know who it was directly. But between the happenings to [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] and [member="Talon Vosra"], her assumption couldn't be entirely wild. Although, only [member="Cameron Centurion"] still called her child. But knowing this was no Centurion, she didn’t want to reply. The Grandmaster didn’t want to establish a connection with the wicked witch of The Sith. For once she responded, the road would be two-way, and Isolda would be able to further her advancement.

For once in her life, Kiskla didn’t respond. With an intense frown, she furrowed her brow and did her best to completely and totally clear her mind — ridding herself from any mental strifes she was plagued with. It was the same process she had to follow before entering Vaapad, or Electric Judgement. The same process she used to conquer deities of darkness before. Any sort of power that demanded she flirt with the dark side. Total serenity, peace, focus on Ashla and the power it birthed and cultivated within. Isolda would be met with white.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Location: Alderaan
Allies: Fadeyka Asmundr Varobalder Kian Karr Saki
Enemies: One Sith
Objective: Kill SITHLINGS!

"Just because we got hurt doesn't mean we need to be told how to fight," Niamh said grumpily. "We are Echani."

Mostly she was grumpy because as they looked on, the worm just up and disappeared from sight. That sucked because she really wanted to ride it and then kill it. But now all she was going to get to do was kill the minions of hell, so to speak. Well, whatever. There were worse things to do than kill the crap out of people you didn't like. She sighed and climbed in with the others, Teria following suit.

Armor. Check. Weapons. Check. She was good to go, though she would have preferred to have a blade.

"Let's kill something. Preferably someone important to the Sith. That would be fun."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

AIR OVER PALACE

[member="Darth Banshee"]

"No deal."


His warhead launchers spat concussion missiles large and small, he slewed sideways-

And his cloaking device engaged, but only partially. It was a composite of four small, overlapping cloaks, and he engaged the port bow and starboard aft devices as his autoblaster hit a concussion missile point blank and Marcus' weapons fire came in. That one concussion missile went boom, his shields went down, and two large chunks of his ship vanished. He was already trailing smoke from the fusion cutter. To every sensor and eye, the Gypsymoth had just tried to fire, suffered a premature detonation due to battle damage, and was now breaking up as it spun towards the nearby forest.

"HOLD ON!" His comm was off, thank the Force, as he disengaged the inertial dampeners and opened the port cargo hatch. Crates and spare parts and half a speeder tumbled free, joining the illusion of a ship tearing itself apart. As the Gypsymoth fell beneath the treeline, Jorus applied the repulsorlifts just so.

"Hold together, hold together..."

They stopped a meter from the ground. The jettisoned cargo and more than a few chunks of fuselage lay scattered around them. With shaking hands, he engaged the cloak and moved straight up, firing an aft concussion missile launcher to help simulate the crash landing.

For the most part, he was out of warheads; his shields were down; his hull would need a few patches before they broke atmo; but for all intents and purposes they'd just died. Thrust trace dampers would cover his exhaust as he hightailed it out of here in full cloak. What mattered was that he'd chewed up the corvette, kept it from targeting the Republic ground forces, bought people some time.

Today, the victory went to the Dragon's Breath.

 

[Anastasia Panteer]

Location: The Palace
Objective: Survive
Enemies: TBD
Allies: TBD

It was a terrifying sound one moment standing still the next being what felt like dragged around. There were shouts, and pleas. A moment of silence before it began again, was she a prisoner, or was she a helper. Heck she did not know anymore. When things began to crumble all hope of making a peace slowly faded away with the walls of the palace.

Now she went where they took her, at one point leaving her standing dead prisoners caused no trouble, Just for her to come to her own senses and chase after them.

 

[Taral Mirtis]

Location: Palace
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Republic

As the palace grounds began to shake from the Republic and [member="Popo"], Taral turned from the fight between the Sith and Jedi, no longer wasting his time with it and began to run. Where many ran into the palace, Taral ran away from it, and away from the tanks bombarding the area. With Force enhanced strength, the demonic Sith leaped over the wall surrounding the palace and headed towards anywhere. It was then the palace shook again as charges were set off, destroying the palace even further and Taral laughed in triumph. While he had played no part in it, it pleased him to see the palace fall and the Sith gain even more of a tightened grip over the Republic. There was little left for him to do now, and he soon came upon a dropship of the One Sith, jumping aboard as troopers jumped off, Taral commanded the pilot to take off, and return him to the fleet. To his ship so that he could leave this accursed planet.

((Taral out!))

 

[Trenchcoat Man]

((Stealing this to recycle for more effective use))