Crimson Tide (Sith vs. Republic Invasion of Manaan)

[Other Space Kaiden]

@[member="Hion the Herglic"] @[member="Matsu Ike"]

This was bad, very bad. Ronin quickly summoned all he had in the force and created a cushion between him and the blast of pure energy that came from the beast's mouth like a wrecking ball. Even with all of Ronin's energy going into a defensive barrier, the force of the attack was still much more powerful than he could ever hope to withstand at his current level of the force. The bellow shook through Ronin's bones and he could feel the powerful armor being ripped off of his body as if it were nothing but construction paper. Gritting his teeth, Ronin pushed himself into the bellow and struggled to keep his barrier up. So powerful was the resulting clash of force that the invisible entity that was the force began to appear in the form of a bright light that would blind everyone in the area.

The immense light, that shone like the gates of heaven, blinded Ronin with its harshness as he put every ounce of his strength into holding back the bomb-like strength of the bellow. Slowly, Ronin's feet began to slide across the metallic ground of Ahto City's Square with a screeching of his metal boots grinding down on the paint of the floors. "AHH! You will not...defeat me...SITH!" Ronin shouted in pain and anger as the bellow finally pushed through the barrier and impacted what was left of Ronin's chest plate. Luckily for the old man, the below had weakened by the time it force its way through his defense, but the impact was still more than any man could bare without suffering extensive and life threatening injuries. Flying backward, Ronin's world was going dark around him as he impacted the hard ground and tumbled past Matsu's feet. Shards of Phrik laced metal shot off into every direction and the cortosis gauntlets of Ronin's armor showed the beating that the force bellow had bestowed upon them.

Battered, bleeding and lying in a barely moving pile beside the Jedi Master, Ronin groaned in pain. His eyes were looking right up at Matsu as his vision began to fade him into a state between life and death. As the physical world slowly melted away before the Imperator's eyes, a liquid light seemed to drip into the darkness that resulted. The liquid light seemed to drip down from the dark unknown like a thick ink, it's mere presence defying any logic that Ronin had ever known. Ronin walked through the ink-like substance that shone like sunlight, not even realizing that he shouldn't be walking at all. As the old man walked through the valley of the shadow of death, he feared no evil nor did he analyze his surroundings. He just walked forever forward until the ink around him had begun to form a unique image of a land like no other. Looking around, one could see that this was a place of the force, but it was not the same comforting presence of the force that he knew from the mortal realm...no this presence was strong and had the scent of death. There was the feeling of peace that tried to creep its way into Ronin's body and, in the distance, the old man could make out the figure of a small green creature who he could have sworn he recognized...No...he knew what this was.

Stumbling backwards, Ronin shook his head and accidentally fell to the ground "No! No, not yet...I have to complete my legacy! I will not descend into the netherworld, not yet!" rejecting the peace that tried to overtake him, Ronin got back up and ran away...far..far away and clung to what little life still remained in his unconscious body.

(OOC: Ronin is on the verge of death but is still alive.)

 

[Marcus Faust]

@[member="Flint Dexen"]'s last ditch effort was valiant, and the specter that was Marcus respected that. But this was over. As he was flung backwards, he rolled onto his feet and barreled towards the Jedi, his crimson saber ignited in one hand. Acting quickly, he launched a false strike at his stomach then jerked his saber back, aiming to take off Flint's right hand. Even if it somehow failed, and Flint denied himself a badass robot hand, Marcus would reach out with the force and hurl him down the hallway with the force.

 

[Carn Dista]

@[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="TK-5914 Shank"]

LOCATION:
AIR FILTRATION SYSTEMS
OBJECTIVE:
RETAKE FACILITY
SECURE AFS CONTROL CENTER
AWAIT REINFORCEMENTS



"Deploying the package. The desolation shall be magnificient."
The cyborg's words rang through the facility, promising death, destruction, and an untimely end to any inorganic lifeforms that relied on pure air. It seemed to him that she was attempting to become a harbinger of destruction - a goddess of death. The thought almost brought a smile to the face of the venerable Jedi Master. You see, he had been stalking the group of would be world-killers through the facility since their entrance to it. He had long suspected an attack on Manaan, and he had long theorised that the air purification systems would be a target for sabotage or worse. As a result, Carn had gotten to know the maintenance layouts of the compound incredibly well - so well, that his presence in the facility had gone completely unnoticed... until now.

With all the calm grace of the Jedi from the golden eras, Carn opened the panel from which he was stood behind. He had taken the liberty of having a sliding panel installed by the Selkath many moons ago - he reasoned with them that it would allow their engineers to acess their maintenance walkways to repair any systems more efficiently should anything happen. They had agreed. After all, Jedi didn't often have alterior motives, and it seemed to them that Carn simply wished to give them more access points to upgrade their systems as time went on. He had made little mention of the panel potentially saving their planet's air purity. Having stepped forth from his concealment, Carn took his lightsaber from his belt.

"If you plan on killing anything else this day..."
Snap-Hiss
"Then I advise you start with me."

The iconic noise of his lightsabers ignition, and the sudden deep green glow was more than enough to announce his presence to the others in the room. His commanding voice, grim appearance, and blatant challenge was merely the icing on the cake as far as his entrance was conserned... What the Imperials didn't hear, or see for that matter, was Carn sending three bursts of static down his commslink, situated upon his belt. It was a signal of sorts, one that would be picked up by the soldiers monitoring his frequency not far from the facility. Within moments a crack team of Republic commandos, kept back on standby for the Jedi Master's signal would be flooding into the facility themselves, and using the very same maintenance walkways Carn had to ambush, and thus neutralise any threats they discovered within. It was, for all intents and purposes a clever plan, designed to catch the imperials off guard and on the back foot. The question now, was how would the intruders react to a fully rested member of the Jedi Council?

 

[TK-5914 Shank]

AIR FILTRATION SYSTEMS

@[member="Carn Dista"]
@[member="Valik"] (disguised as a stormtrooper)
@[member="Moira Skaldi"]

Force bless the Jedi Masters, always aware of every enemy move ahead of time. It was the same kind of nigh-prescient insight that had allowed them to shrug off Order 66, easily outmaneuver Palpatine's machinations, and survive the Geonosis arena with minimal casualties. Undoubtedly, such powers of clarity had allowed the Republic forces to track Shank and Moira up through the tunnels, when the Storm Commando and the droid with an unbroken track record against Force Masters had come down from the roof where another Jedi Master had deposited Shank. There was also no question that Jedi powers now extended to overhearing purely electronic transmissions and translating them from compressed machine languages.

Clearly, thought Shank as he hefted his new bolter grimly, the Jedi knew what they were doing.

Shank hadn't remotely had the time to screw in all his jury-rigged modules or activate them. In fact, he currently held a module minus its compressed air tank. With a shrug, he dropped the hose down the huge muzzle of the Mark Two bolter and fired, filling the chamber with whining, ricocheting buckshot. Sith Poisoned buckshot, courtesy of a nice ripe vial of the Zerek Strain. As a Storm Commando officer, he wore the heavily lightsabre-resistant X-1(O) series armor; though Shank couldn't know it, Valik was wearing something else entirely, disguised as stormtrooper armor with careful re-engineering; and Moira was a fething assassin droid. Ironically enough, the most physically vulnerable person in the room was probably the robed Jedi Master.

Shank didn't know this for sure, but after watching his whole squad get butchered by the Jedi Master who he'd seen murder thousands of Republic-sympathetic civilians on Metalorn, Shank didn't much care for the technicalities. Shank just kept holding down the trigger of the automatic shotgun. Bambambambam-

And so forth.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

Air Filtration System
@[member="Carn Dista"], @[member="TK-5914 Shank"], @[member="Valik"] (stormtrooper disguise)

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/3179-mk-i-omega-boltgun-special-ammunition/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/12190-anti-force-user-grenade-series/

Seemingly out of nowhere a Jedi Master had appeared. Clearly they were able to use quantum tunneling as well. In the face of the Paladin of Righteousness, come here to cleanse this place of evil. Or perhaps the soldier of a Republic in name only Moira looked utterly impassive, bored even. Quantum tunneling was nothing new to her, though even her formidable processing power had not yet discovered the secret behind it, and she had faced and fought forcers before. She had been built for engagements such as this and the machine was incapable of feeling fear - it was such a wasteful, organic thing to do and thus inefficient.

Instead the machine acted, for one could not just sneak up on a Terminatrix. Jedi and their delusions of righteousness were fast beginning to annoy her. To be sure she was a killer droid who wanted to perform genocide against all organics and even as a human she had been frankly a terrorist with narcisstic personality disorder and a sociopath - though these not particularly positive traits had not stopped the Republic from employing her and letting her loose on Cato Neimoidia and Contruum! - but she was open about not standing on the side of 'good'!

So she raised her Mark One Boltgun and squeezed the trigger, explosive rounds bursting out of the weapon as it roared. These rounds exploded on impact, so any attempt to block them with say a force push would make them blow up anyway, they had a casualty radius of two metres and up to six metres you could be damaged by blast or shrapnel. Four rounds shot out of the gun towards the Jedi Master while at the same time she tossed an anti-force user grenade loaded with incendiary meant to produce a good, crispy burn with her free hand. Based on ancient Imperial tech provided by a certain Hevana Martin, any change in acceleration would cause the explosive to go off prematurely and due to the fuse system it would only explode at a safe distance away from the thrower. Moira was an assassin droid built to last anyway, on Endor most of her skin had been burnt off by an exploding fuel tank in a duel with Sargon and she had still been functional and come out victorious. The explosive hurled into the fray her free hand had already in a blur of motion grabbed the flechette pistol and she fired at the same time as the bolter barked. Sith poisoned flechettes to be precise, likewise tainted with the beautiful Zerek Strain, since she had not gotten to use them earlier, now shooting out straight at Dista as she moved in a blur.

 

[Matsu Ike]

@[member="Hion the Herglic"]

Matsu looked at Ronin when he arrived and she stood there with a limp. her blade like a weight in her hand while she looked around, there was something coming, something and she tasted it on the air. It was a strange sensation until she felt the sickening sense in her gut and cringed while she stood there. Her concentration faltering a little at a time and she pushed the force into her body to remain focused on the typhoon forming. The air charged with static as lightning began to strike down and the winds were in a visible swirl around them. The whole of Ahto city as she pushed the storm out to push into the water while she saw him finally. Her mental defenses coming up as Matsu stood there.

The area as she stood there opposite Ronin was something that should have given them the advantage in a two on one fight... and then she felt it that rumbling and push of power as the jedi master shot up. Her hands going to her ears as she felt the pressure on her. Hion was powerful with that artifact on him only made the bellow that much more powerful as she saw it from above. The wide spread ruin of the soldiers around them and the destruction as the buildings around them shattered, buckled and spread out breaking into rubble. Republic and sith squads almost seemed to explode as red mist mixed in with the wind to create a funnel of red swirling around them. Her saber activated and Matsu descended down to touch down near Ronin.

Her body was disoriented and Matsu hunched over as she looked upon Hion and spoke. The destruction around them something she couldn't describe to many. There was really less between them now while a snap hiss came with a flash of silver. The white gold hilt matching the blade for its color and nearly obscuring where the small guard and blade are. "They won't quit you know as long as they can still draw a breath. None of the jedi will, neither will the sith it is something that has gone on for eons and we aren't going to be the final act of this play. You were a jedi once and know that deep down, you were decent once and saw it and now.... Now you clutch that [flicks head towards the soulsaber] and you believe you have become what? Stronger? The being you were meant to be Hion?" Matsu remained very still letting the necklace on her neck glow. Her mental shields working to counter and dilute the feelings of unease from the artifact.

"Me? I've got a different problem when it comes to being with the order. Not a lust for power or a need to rule, no wanting for destruction but I can do this. I feel like I live in a galaxy made of cardboard, always taking constant care not to lose control and break something, to break someone. Never allowing myself even for a moment of freedom from it all, just one moment a small fraction of time to myself or someone could die but you can take it, can't you, big man? What we have here is a rare opportunity for me to cut loose and show you just how powerful I really am. Show the sith why the force seeks a balance among us all. You have your powers to bend the galaxy to shape it and abuse it, we have the force on both sides but for me it is a powerful ally and not a being to break to my will."

Matsu had a smile on her face now while the saber moved into a two handed grip and held a smile on her face. As the storm built into its crux the sunlight shown on them, the eye forming high above as Matsu focused on it. The moisture in the air she pushed away and worked to vacate until the suns rays become more of a blistering heat to dry her clothing and the rain from the area. A small benefit to being one of the few in the order who could control the environment to the degree Hion could bellow was... They were the most powerful. Quakes could rock the world, snap freezing an area, evacuating the air from a small select pocket of the environment and the winds were hers.

Then she was off letting the force guide her hand as she burst forward a fresh wave of pain shooting through her leg. A fresh reminder of being faster and Matsu let the white blade dance around herself as she went into a place of intense focus and determination. To overcome the soulsabers influence or at least help Hion she would need to be prepared for his bellows and blade. The shimmering on her hands from tutaminis something to try. He might be able to revitalize her for a time.

 

[Steph Zenima]

THE BEST PILE OF SMOULDERING RUBBLE ON MANAAN​

OBJECTIVE: SPACE METH

@[member="TB-19"]​

Steph stared at the crying child, completely unsure of what to do. This was not her area of expertise. In fact, anything to do with children and the woman usually just waltzed away. I mean, sure they were just as squishy as regular humans but people tended to lose their minds when the sledgehammer reigned blows upon those softer skulls.
Oh, she's a monster! She killed our little Timmy!

WHATEVER, LADY.

Then attack of the winion began. How did she know? Because droids are freakin' loud when they run, they're not exactly the most fleet-footed of soldiers. Dude's made of durasteel, y'know? Steph Zenima dropped her sledgehammer. Not in surprise, and not in awe but for entirely nefarious reasons. Grabbing the child, the pint-sized terror of a woman shoved the poor thing into the line of fire and hopped back.

The vibro-mace line of fire.

What? It was an orphan anyway! Why are you looking at me like that? Oh? That Republic tag? Oh you know what they say...a tag...is for...Sithmas...not for life?! DON'T TELL MY COMMANDING OFFICER. Come on! The little runt had no parents, was probably already dying of some disease...y'know...it had no hopes...no dreams...uh...yeah...

 

[Flint Dexen]

@[member="Marcus Faust"]

It turned out Flint's writer denied Flint a badass robot hand. Nevertheless, Flint let out a yell of pain when Faust's lightsaber, instead of slicing through his right hand, made a cut on his shoulder. It hadn't exactly sliced through his shoulder, but it had left a noticeable wound, which immediately began to bleed. Flint groaned as he was hurled down the hall, smashing against another wall. He collapsed on the ground, gasping. He was so tired of getting smashed into fething walls. Flint leaned his back against the wall, gasping and massaging his injured shoulder. Too tired to do much more, Flint gazed at the Sith Knight with defiant eyes.

"Why do you wear a mask..?" Flint asked, a rather random question regarding his current situation.

 

[Zrash'toul'frusku]

AA Emplacement 3, near Havoc squad.

Comm chatter exploded in a frenzy in his ear piece, the same thing being repeated again and again by some remaining soldier, who sounded quite wounded. Imperator down! Imperator down! Zrash's crimson eyes widened and he nearly froze. He soon started breaking orders. "Troopers! Stay with the Republicans and provide Infinite and I cover! Now!" The standard infantry troopers and Heavies nodded and soon began laying up cover fire.

Without order, the Squad of commandos with him knew what their mission was. Retrieve the Imperator's wounded or lifeless body at all cost. As soon as one of the Heavies fired a rocket to get the Sith Gunships' attention, likely sacrificing themselves. He and his four Commandos darted away from the Emplacement, making their way straight for the city center from the position. They ran like they would die if they didn't, Zrash was direly loyal to his new general and he had to be saved. He made a comm signal too all units that could hear him in the city. "Attention! All Imperial Units, this Infinite CELL squad. En route to recover the Imperator. Lay down cover fire and clear us a path!"

"Stay strong! Stay rallied! Do not retreat! I repeat! Hold your ground to the last man! For the Imperator!"

@[member="Ronin Fel"] @[member="Davin"]

 

[Marcus Itera]

Character Name: Ronnie Vexis (NPC: Admiral Jaiker Aibus)
Fleet Code: Rep 2
Turn: 1
@[member="Darth Shadow"] @[member="Tanis Ashfall"] @[member="Aken Bosch"]
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Spoiler

1 x MC180 Remembrance-class Battlecruiser (Class 8 - Heavy Guns)


Vanity

• MOVING: 12.01 -> 12.03
• FIRING: N/A
• SHIELDS: 100%
• HULL: 100%
• SPECIAL: Prepping fighter and boarding crews, weapons and shields charging.

1 x Salvation-class Star Defender (Class 8 - Balanced)

Mutiny

• MOVING: 13.01 -> 13.03
• FIRING: N/A
• SHIELDS: 100%
• HULL: 100%
• SPECIAL: Prepping fighter and boarding crews, weapons and shields charging.

1 x Justicar-class Command Carrier (Class 7 - Carrier)

Divine

• MOVING: 11.01 -> 11.03
• FIRING: N/A
• SHIELDS: 100%
• HULL: 100%
• SPECIAL: Prepping fighter and boarding crews, weapons and shields charging.

2 x Stalwart-class Heavy Cruisers (Class 6 - Balanced)
Wake

• MOVING: 12.01 -> 12.03
• FIRING: N/A
• SHIELDS: 100%
• HULL: 100%
• SPECIAL: Prepping fighter and boarding crews, weapons and shields charging.

Aftermath

• MOVING: 12.01 -> 12.03
• FIRING: N/A
• SHIELDS: 100%
• HULL: 100%
• SPECIAL: Prepping fighter and boarding crews, weapons and shields charging.

8 x Freedom-class Assault Frigates (Class 4 - Balanced)
Vain

• MOVING: 11.01 -> 11.03
• FIRING: N/A
• SHIELDS: 100%
• HULL: 100%
• SPECIAL: Prepping fighter and boarding crews, weapons and shields charging.

Trivium

• MOVING: 11.01 -> 11.03
• FIRING: N/A
• SHIELDS: 100%
• HULL: 100%
• SPECIAL: Prepping fighter and boarding crews, weapons and shields charging.

Pristine

• MOVING: 11.01 -> 11.03
• FIRING: N/A
• SHIELDS: 100%
• HULL: 100%
• SPECIAL: Prepping fighter and boarding crews, weapons and shields charging.

Serenity

• MOVING: 11.01 -> 11.03
• FIRING: N/A
• SHIELDS: 100%
• HULL: 100%
• SPECIAL: Prepping fighter and boarding crews, weapons and shields charging.

Leviathan

• MOVING: 13.01 -> 13.03
• FIRING: N/A
• SHIELDS: 100%
• HULL: 100%
• SPECIAL: Prepping fighter and boarding crews, weapons and shields charging.

Absolute

• MOVING: 13.01 -> 13.03
• FIRING: N/A
• SHIELDS: 100%
• HULL: 100%
• SPECIAL: Prepping fighter and boarding crews, weapons and shields charging.

Defiance

• MOVING: 13.01 -> 13.03
• FIRING: N/A
• SHIELDS: 100%
• HULL: 100%
• SPECIAL: Prepping fighter and boarding crews, weapons and shields charging.

Denial

• MOVING: 13.01 -> 13.03
• FIRING: N/A
• SHIELDS: 100%
• HULL: 100%
• SPECIAL: Prepping fighter and boarding crews, weapons and shields charging.

5 x Vigilance-class Corvettes (Class 5 - Heavy Guns, no Complement)
August Burn

• MOVING: 12.01 -> 12.03
• FIRING: N/A
• SHIELDS: 100%
• HULL: 100%
• SPECIAL: Prepping fighter and boarding crews, weapons and shields charging.

Trivial

• MOVING: 12.01 -> 12.03
• FIRING: N/A
• SHIELDS: 100%
• HULL: 100%
• SPECIAL: Prepping fighter and boarding crews, weapons and shields charging.

Death's Demise

• MOVING: 12.01 -> 12.03
• FIRING: N/A
• SHIELDS: 100%
• HULL: 100%
• SPECIAL: Prepping fighter and boarding crews, weapons and shields charging.

Skybound

• MOVING: 12.01 -> 12.03
• FIRING: N/A
• SHIELDS: 100%
• HULL: 100%
• SPECIAL: Prepping fighter and boarding crews, weapons and shields charging.

Thine Art

• MOVING: 12.01 -> 12.03
• FIRING: N/A
• SHIELDS: 100%
• HULL: 100%
• SPECIAL: Prepping fighter and boarding crews, weapons and shields charging.

Jedi Padawan Ronnie Vexis swallowed and heaved a heavy sigh as he stood next to Admiral Jaiker Aibus. "We're almost there, sir. What do we do?" The Padawan broke the silence. "Nothing right now." Ronnie furrowed his brow and sighed again, solemnly nodding. This was his first real operation against the Sith, he was an absolute greenhorn, quite possibly the definition of the very word. None of the other Jedi in the Order wanted to partake in the space battle portion of this engagement, so he'd opted for it for their sake.

Good thing he had Admiral Aibus here with him, a reputable commander of the Republic fleets and a stoic natured man. His crews were disciplined, his ships pristine, there was almost nothing that this mountain of a commander couldn't do. "Drop the fleet." Aibus called out, his commands instantly being fulfilled as they were scheduled to lurch out of hyperspace this instant. It was marvelous, his timing was. "Look! There's dozens of them!" Ronnie exclaimed, jabbing his finger at the enhanced image of the tactical screen. "Quality over quantity." Came the chuckle to his side.

"I want a tri-forward formation, enhance targeting vectors and prepare all war components."
"Man your battlestations!" He couldn't help but add.

 

[Halik Falkosi]

AIR FILTRATION SYSTEM!

Well Havoc spread all about the eight winds of Manaan. As such, Halik found himself flowing into the Air Filtration center (which why would this even exist because... Ahto City is not in space and therefore would not require any such kind of system because... its not a ship... its a city... but whose paying attention right?) where Jedi Master and all around awesome baller known as Carn Dista was gonna roll on some plebs. Of course, Halik was going to be there with him, helpin' with the rollin'. He looked to the master and cracked his kneck. "Let's bring justice and stuff."

 

[Carn Dista]

@[member="TK-5914 Shank"] @[member="Moira Skaldi"]


They were quick - he was quicker. At least off the mark, anyway. The bolters weren't new technology to him - he had seen them in the hands of Omega Pyre mercenaries years ago, and understood that once he got up close and personal, they were useless. However at the range they were at, they were lethal things. So he moved to closr the range. With his robes loose his movement was relatively unhindered, and as a result he moved quickly. The first few shots of the males salvo slipped past him, blowing chunks out of the metal walls that occupied the space three metres away from the jedi. The rest of the shots found themselves redirected just slightly off course by a well timed Force Push - it wasn't enough to detonate the charges in them, but merely shift their angle to a place that wouldn't blow a hole in Carn's torso.

It was just after this that he noticed not only a second salvo from the female, but also a Grenade. Well that wouldn't do. He dipped forwards, using his free hand to summon a protective barrier of the Force to deal with the physical impact of the shots. Carn watched as the explosions rippled across the now fading Force Barrier. Again he remained fluid, and continued to press forwards while the blasts were dealt with by the barrier. Yet that didn't account for the Grenade. Adrenaline kicked in to Carn's system, and the beginnings of a combination of what some could describe as a combat high and his longstanding use of Juyo seemed to slow time down itself for Carn. His body twisted itself off the floor, his legs propelling him forwards still. His lightsaber span with him, and in a more angled variant of a Jung Ma, Carn brought the lightsaber around and through the direct center of the AFG. The superconducting loop of plasma energy melted its path through the durasteel like a hot knife through butter, and completely obliterated its internal systems before the deadly contents could be let loose in the confined space. By the time anything came out of it, Carn had landed on the floor, and was bringing his blade into a sweeping Shien style movement to deflect the shots from the flechette pistol into the floor.

He smiled. He had moved closer to them than the 10 meter range of their Bolters, which put them in the realms of melee combat. A deadly place to be when your primary weapons were only useful past a certain range, and far heavier than an adgile lightsaber. Not resting on his laurels, Carn span his lightsaber along the floor in the direction of the female. The sparks were bright, and had the intention of causing her to lose sight of the Jedi for a moment, which allowed him to continue towards the male with a strike aimed directly at the barrel of the bolter. If he had been quick enough, Carn's blade would ruin the weapon his opponent had in his hands...

 

[Valik]

LOCATION: AIR FILTRATION SYSTEM
OBJECTIVE: OBTAIN A JEDI MASTER TEST SUBJECT
@[member="Carn Dista"] @[member="TK-5914 Shank"] @[member="Moira Skaldi"]

There was little time for status reports, as out of nowhere a Wild Jedi Master appeared. Normally a storm trooper would be rueing his luck, but Valik was no Storm Trooper. Though the Jedi Master would not be able to sense him he was a Sith Master, disguised through more than a couple fun tricks here and there. He wasn't sure if his squad was ready for the surprise, but the surviving trooper and their blonde ally certainly were, opening fire with some rather nice buckshot and what appeared to be an OP bolter. Somehow however, time seemed to stop before Valik and his men, and they nerely watched as the Jedi master moved before they could even shoot. It was, in a word, surreal.

"Suppressive fire." He ordered, and his five men began shooting the man with normal blaster rifles. He figured most Jedi would just be able to just hand-wave away five rifles, but he wouldn't have been able to continue his charge against @[member="Moira Skaldi"] without taking some likely lethal blaster hits. Not to mention's Valik's own attack, which came in the form of a Gorgon Web Rifle, hurling Stohkli Spray at the man. Being an electrically charged fluid that had enough bite to knock down a gundark and having enough width, stickiness, and consistent spray to render cutting through it with a lightsaber useless, it was ideal for taking down Jedi. After all, there was nothing that couldn't be taken down with a little creative thinking and superior fire power.


EDIT: Everything should be in continuity now.

 

[Methuzal]

WHAT MAY HAVE ONCE BEEN A CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL (OR NOT)
OBJECTIVE: ACCIDENTAL ORPHAN HOMICIDE

@[member="Steph Zenima"]

To say TD-19 didn't want to ruthlessly murder a small, orphaned child would likely be incorrect. TD-19 murdered lots of things for a plethora of reasons, so he probably would have ended up killing one or two of those things later. However, it was not his intended target. This did not at all diminish the enjoyment his emotive processors dispensed after his vibro-mace connected with the skull of the orphan, spraying the maniacal tactical droid with blood and sending what was once an orphan and now a corpse flying in a wide arc to whothehellknowswhere. TD-19 did not have time to examine his kill considering his trajectory, but he fully expected that a good majority of the child's head had been liquefied.

Under normal circumstances, when an opponent sacrificed a child to save themselves and made their challenger an unwitting child-killer, it would cause the challenger to intensify their attacks in sheer rage and frustration. TD-19 did not intensify his attacks because he did not feel rage or frustration. Instead he felt doubt, because all of his pre-programmed assumptions regarding Republic soldiers (the spineless, gutless turds in armor that they were) pointed to the fact that they did not employ child-shields.

This clearly had to be an Imperial (or an ally of the Empire, at the very least) utilizing a cunning disguise.

"I DID NOT REALIZE YOU WERE AN ALLY." TD-19 yelled, as he often did. He did not seem to be aware of the orphan-brain-bits sticking to his face. "WHERE IS THE REST OF YOUR SQUAD?"

 

[TK-5914 Shank]

@[member="Carn Dista"] @[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="Valik"]

A mark two bolter, such as the one Shank carried, had a lighter, shotgun-based payload, no minimum range, and a vastly heavier rate of fire. It also significantly antedated Dista's experience with the old Omega Pyre mercs and their Mark One. So, while the Jedi Master served as a whirling dervish of Force nudges and perfect lightsabre swings, Shank just kept pulling that fully automatic shotgun's trigger. Not that area-of-effect weapons appeared to be of much good; if a flechette gun's wide spray could be so casually deflected with a blade an inch wide, what could a three-hundred-round-per-minute, sixty-pellet-per-round, three-hundred-pellet-per-second, Sith Poisoned, fully automatic shotgun do against such impressive righteousness?

And thus, Dista's lightsabre cleaved neatly and tidily through Shank's bolter, just as the stormtrooper pulled out his lone thermal detonator with his off hand. He'd tried a virtual suicide run on Matsu Ike, the Butcher of Metalorn, and been steadfastly ignored by that particular bastion of justice and equity. This time, he took a long step back, drawing his Black Sun disruptor, the sidearm he'd always preferred. Too wide and diffuse for blaster deflection, the disruptor's disintegrating fire roared out to join the storm converging on the lone Jedi Master.

 

[EA-9 001]

@EVERYONE!

With the need for a distraction, I nodded my head thinking how the man lucky survived. I needed to provide something. Thinking that below me was the AA systems. Maybe the communications systems for the entire place was there as well. Smiling I released the cord to drop the last ten feet. Hitting the ground. I could see that the elevator door was closed shut. Digging for a simple knife that I had, I jammed it between the elevator using the barrel of the grandelauncher, I used it as leverage to open up the elevator door. "Distraction coming up."

Walking over to the Com systems I picked up the mic. Switched the com to all stations. Over the loud speakers of the entire city came my voice.

"Welcome to Manaan Sith infiltrators! This is a report from the Communications tower. Currently there have been deaths on both sides, Civilian casualties, and You guys just need to leave. And a side note, I slept with your Grandmother." ​

Hopefully that could fulfill the distraction that he needed.
@[member="Arrbi Betna"]

 

[Halik Falkosi]

AIR FILTRATION SYSTEM

Well, while Halik did care about the life of the Jedi in the fight. And also the other soldiers that came with him to this station, he at the same time was concerned primarily with the mission. The mission, of course, was to win. Well, okay to put down all Sith forces who opposed the glorious Republic peace. Of course, the invaders threatened this. So he was ready to crush and defeat anything. Even at the cost of others if he needed to. Even at the cost of himself. Oh well, time to destroy.

The former but still very much so Mandalorian trooper of Havok squad was kind of loaded to the brim with stuff. All the stuffs. Rockets everywhere. He held up his left arm and wrist rockets kept on flying out at the position of the Sith in the building. Rocket, after rocket, after rocket, at least that was before he pulled out his obscure weapon off his back and took it to bear on the enemy forces. The sonic and blaster shots sprayed all at the Sith guy shooting at the Jedi Master. Really. The room was filled with a lot of explosions, loud bursts from the sonic rounds, and bright blaster bolts. Kind of nuts. Much mayhem. Much havok.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="TK-5914 Shank"]s, @[member="Carn Dista"], @[member="Valik"], Halik Falkosi

The Force was an annoying thing. Persons tore down roofs on a whim to butcher their own people - this writer is not at all trying to perform self-parody here - conjured up storms to wreck cities or turned into whirling dervishes that moved as fast as the wind and could deflect or block anything they came across. To be sure Moira did not understand the Force - not a human, or strictly speaking even a cybernetically modified one, she could often not fully anticipate the techniques forcers employed, leaving her to react and enact countermeasures against them.

However, that did not mean she remained idle while the Jedi charged and struck with the power of the Force. She could not summon magic due to being a machine, but she possessed agility and speed that was superhuman. As for sparks, that could not disorientate her. So with great speed she dodged and moved out of reach as the Jedi Master seemed to come for her, moving like a blur, but his attention seemed to shift to her stormtrooper ally, who produced his disruptor. One might note that the Mark One bolter could also be loaded with buckshot, which were ideal for close range, but rather than switch the magazine the bolter quickly went to her back as she grabbed the scatter gun on her hip, her free hand going for her sonic blaster. Spinning fast she angled herself in a position towards the Jedi's back and fired relentlessly, mercilessly, a spray of solid pellets bursting out of the weapon while at the same time the heavy sonic blaster spat out a high-intensity sonic blast, designed to be powerful enough to shatter objects and cause devastating injuries. After all, it was a bit difficult to deflect something if you were otherwise occupied.

As the salvoes left her weapons, she heard the sound of movement approaching and spun around to engage just moments before the Havoc trooper engaged them. Dropping the pistol she grabbed a fragmentation grenade and hurled it into his direction but by then he had fired...rockets.

There were a few things to consider here. Moira and Shank had filled the modules of the air filtration with Sith poison - the Zerek Strain - the vaporised virus was to be pumped into the air of Ahto City, where all the Jedi present offered a target rich environment. Hence the use of air tanks and the hoses in the station. Shooting a hail of rockets into the room, which was not that big, meant that not only would the modules be blown up, but the entire room would be filled with Sith poison as it got free into the air. After all, the only thing keeping the modules from getting pressure-jetted into the air supply were Imperial issue condomns with a high breakage rate. So Moira, trying to dodge and moving with great agility would be grabbed by the shockwave and thrust through the air towards a wall, spinning in mid-air as she fired at the Havoc trooper, though she was half-inclined to give him a medal for making her work easier, walls would be blasted apart as the rockets impacted, part of the ceiling might cave in, and the bioweapon would be released.

Such beautiful desolation.

 

[Steph Zenima]

TERMINALLY ILL ORPHAN SPLATTER LANE
OBJECTIVE: WHAT'S THAT ON MY SHOE?

@[member="TB-19"]
​

It was amazing, to watch half of the cancer-ridden orphan's carcass ragdoll across the street, the physics were amazing. Literally. The corpse spiralled for a good few metres, before colliding with a wall and slumping into a pile of bloody bones and goo. Just another piece of rubble to clean up later.

Steph blankly stared at the giblets.

Too bad.

Perhaps they were kindred spirits. Souls that were meant to be, seeing as she also communicated in yells it was very likely. But he was team red and she was blue. Star crossed lovers and all that.

“FIT?!” was her extremely loud response. She spoke in a dialect so local that it may have fried the systems of any translator droids within a certain radius. “I DA BLOODY KEN FAR THOSE BUGGERS ARE, KEN?”

I offer translations.

Without her sledgehammer the short woman walked towards the droid, was she an ally, was she an enemy? Steph broke into a run. Of course, what was she going to do to a metal being without her hammer? Confuse him with garbled words? I THINK NOT.

Oh no. Steph Zenima went for the trademark. Her single attack that had become so iconic that she once offered to teach it to those who watched in awe. Oh yes. The headbutt. Oh, you're wearing a helmet? Don't care. You're a rancor? Don't care. You're made of durasteel? THAT'S RIGHT. DON'T CARE. BECAUSE I'M STEPH BLOODY ZENIMA AND I HAVE MASSIVE BRAIN DAMAGE AND NEED HELP AND REHABILIATION.

She leapt at the droid, her head rocketing forward, hoping to clash their noggins together in a beautiful primal manner.

 

[Rianna Organa]

Near City Center

Explosion. Rianna instantly covered her ears falling to her knees as she felt her entire body vibrate from reverb, the ringing in her ears drown any sound around her. Getting up she stumbled, but ran to the nearest place she thought she could hide, to gather herself back together She shook her head, her hands still on her ears it would take time for the ringing to stop.

Rianna flatteneed herself against a wall, she thought she could see the flash of sabers, or of multiple light sabers. Troops were now every where, running, kneeling, shooting focussing on something, someone. Rianna's insides twisted terrible, did someone there need her help.

She knew someone needed help at the building but what of those. She closed her eyes she had to focus this was what she talked about with everyone, there are many that are in need. Knowing who needed the help more that was the difference, that was the hard decisions. Rianna knew she was getting close, she bowed her head and prayed, re centered herself, and began to move once more. The north side loomed before her, now to only get to the location.

The way lay there, but what dangers remained what would she do if someone tried to stop her? She was a healer always...and sometimes did not think things through, one of her weaknesses.