Crimson Tide (Sith vs. Republic Invasion of Manaan)

[Darth Athora]

Ahto City Street
@[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] | @[member="Aronis Vilgar"]

Elani quickly dodged the woman's shots with ease. Her yell of obscenities gave her position away to Elani, thus giving her chance to dodge. Plus the fact that each shot was fired in the same general area also gave Elani the edge to dodge. Rushing footsteps behind her brought Elani's defensive guard shoto to block the overhead attack. "Looks like it's 4 versus 2. Whatever happened to Jedi and their so called honor. Oh well. More to add to my body count." With one saber holding his up above her, Elani would bring her other saber in for a stab aimed for his abdomen.

 

[Zrash'toul'frusku]

Nearing the City Center.

The Chiss and his loyal commandos and managed to huff their way near the city center with relatively few engagements with splinter Sith forces. The city was in ruins at this point, smoke rose in nearly every direction and all that could be heard other than Fel Comm chatter in his ear was the constant humming of so many various weapons. It grew closer as they neared the center of the city. There were now even Fel Squads in sight. Some of them were beaten and bruised but every Fel Soldier was still fighting strong. Zrash gave them a reason to keep on fighting. Every remaining Fel Soldier was now cutting a swath for Zrash and his squad, engaging Black Sun and Sith forces at will with amazing courage.

That was beside the point for now however, one thing mattered to him and his CELL squad, saving the Emperor. As they neared city center, Zrash spotted what seemed to be a female soldier or Jedi struggling toward the same location he was headed for. He'd run up alongside her and then carry on, his Commando Stormtroopers obviously of a different faction than the Sith up close and no Republic Soldier seemed to be firing upon them.
"Come on Infinite! Almost there!"

It was a brief but hard slog the rest of the way they didn't let up. As they passed some more similar looking Storm Troopers shouted and followed after, a collective growing with him.
@[member="Rianna Organa"] @Anyone Nearing the City Center

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Location: Heading deeper behind Sith lines.
Objectives: Find advanced medical supplies and survive.

Building after building after building. He wasn't making fast time, but he was getting somewhere. His leg was starting to hurt more, but he quickly stopped to shoot more painkillers into his blood. He didn't have much left, maybe a syringe or two left, so he had to make it last. Hopefully, he'd get lucky and find a supply point. How he'd get what he needed, he had no idea, but he figured he could make that part up as he went.

Betna slipped out of another building and into a warehouse. Containers were stacked up as far as he could see, but thankfully there wasn't anyone here. At least, not yet. The Mandalorian kept moving and tried to keep the pace up. He was slower than he wanted to be, but he was making decent progress despite his injuries. As he neared the other side of the building and spotted the glowing 'Exit' sign above the door, a nagging feeling in the back of his head told him to check outside first.

Trusting his instincts, Betna left the door alone for now and instead looked for a catwalk or high point to look outside. He was in luck. A management office hung from the wall a dozen or so feet up with an intact stairwell leading up to it nearby. He quickly limped his way up and spotted just what he was looking for: an exterior window. Carefully and quietly, he snuck up to the window, making a point to come from the side to hide both his shadow and silhouette from anyone watching. Taking a slow and cautious peek outside, he was glad his instincts had kicked in.

Below the window and within plain view of the door was a group of Sith military reserves. It looked to be a supply dump, which was just what he needed, but the question now was how to get at it and survive the experience. Were he in perfect condition and uninjured, he wouldn't have needed to worry, but as is he would have severe problems, especially considering there were a few armored fighting vehicles parked outside.

Betna sat back to think a moment, once again wishing for a medic or healer to miraculously show up. He kept alert, though, and his weapon never wavered from the door he'd entered from.

"Thanks, vod," he said, remembering the grunt had given him a distraction. Fortunately, it would keep any front line troops from falling back to engage the Mandalorian. Unfortunately, it wouldn't budge these troopers right now. "Keep them busy if you can. I got a small problem to deal with first before I can really get rolling. 'Less you got some air support handy. That'd be a nice gift, I'd think."

@[member="Dareck Shaw"]

 

[Aronis Vilgar]

In front of 619 Kolto Ln., Ahto City, Maanan
@[member="Elani Zambrano"]

"Says the Sith, who lies, cheats, and steals. Not to mention killing innocents." Aronis replied to her comment.

As Elani stabbed her second blade at him, Aronis spun to the side, just dodging it as it grazed his skin. He stepped back, showing no signs of pain, but he could feel it. Taking up a defensive Form III stance, he raised his saber prepared to engage her, despite the odds. He didn't stand a chance, all he could do was try to hold out, not die, and hope for reinforcements. He waited for her to attack, prepared to at least attempt to defend himself.

 

[Darth Athora]

(@[member="Aronis Vilgar"] I came in for a stab, not a swing.)

 

[Aronis Vilgar]

((OOC: @[member="Elani Zambrano"] , Is that better?))

 

[Miss Blonde]

At this point Patricia would normally make a snarky comment for some back and forth witty banter. But not right now, there was too much death and destruction going on this planet for her to keep a good will. "I'm just going kill you." she said aiming her slug throwers back at the sith, she was skilled and deadly but Patricia was as well. She would fight back with all she had to take down this opponent and save this world from the sith. This fight would not be glorious or valent it would only be about survival

Distance was her best chance to help the Jedi beat the evil woman, she had to keep laying down a suppressive fire and forcing her to dodge to give opening for the Jedi to finish her off. "Yo Jedi! Shank her good for me!" lifting up her slug throwing pistols once more she aimed them at the ready and fired at the sith woman trying to catch her off guard.

@[member="Aronis Vilgar"] @[member="Elani Zambrano"]

 

[Darth Athora]

In front of 619 Kolto Ln., Ahto City, Maanan
@[member="Aronis Vilgar"] | @[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

With another obvious statement made by the woman, Elani would roll out of the way of her shots but take one slug into her left abdomen. Luckily it went in and out but still hurt like hell. She then ready herself to attack the Jedi once more. Soon, some blackblade troopers would come from an alleyway and spot Patricia aiding the Jedi. Not wanting to interfere with the fighting Sith, they would aim their guns for Patricia and fire all 4 of their blaster rifles aimed for her. Elani gripped her guard shotos tightly, one still in defensive position and the other in attack, and pounced towards the Jedi, saber ready to attempt a stab once more while the other was ready to block his next attack should he dodge again.

 

[Aronis Vilgar]

In front of 619 Kolto Ln., Ahto City, Maanan
@[member="Elani Zambrano"]

"Dammit." Aronis muttered as the Sith troopers had moved in to engage the girl. His only support was gone. Aronis jumped to the side again as she stabbed at him, but her saber managed to cut a decent sized gash in his arm. He cringed in pain, stepping back rather then countering. He glanced back at @[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] . Thankfully two groups of 4 Commandos had arrived to aid her in defeating the Sith troops.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Upon engaging the sith a second time some nobody sith troopers came fight her in support of the vile woman. "Mother frakers gonna get it now!" the woman ran forward as blaster bolts flung over her head, running and firing she pointed one of her pistols at the sith woman sending more rounds down range at her, though highly inaccurate they would serve their purpose of putting down some suppression. The other pistol was aimed at the sith troopers striking one and killing him. The other three would be a bit more of a challenge. She would have to take them out quickly in order to get back into the fight to help the Jedi

Diving into a parked speeder the agent grabbed a grenade from a small holster around her leg and cooked it. The time was ticked off the thermal detonator and she threw it at the troopers, drained in time there would only be enough time to dodge and hoped to not be killed by the shrapnel or sit there and die. Hopefully the grenade would pop off and kill the men. @[member="Aronis Vilgar"] @[member="Elani Zambrano"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

@[member="Flint Dexen"]

"It strikes fear, and covers scars." Marcus replied before attempting to pick him up and slam him through a window with the force. Marcus was rather close to done with the Jedi. He'd had his fun, but now it was over, the city of Maan was soon to be in Sith control, and some Republic Soldier with a necrophillia fetish had defiled his grandmother. Disgusting.

 

[Soeht]

CITY CENTER
@[member="Selena Halcyon"]

The fight continued at a near standstill. Yet when a couple of the droids pushing the toxins got destroyed by @[member="Selena Halcyon"] deflecting blaster fire toward them, the rest quickened their pace.

In response, Darth Apparatus immediately sprang toward the Grand Master. His feet seemed heavy and would have taken a great deal of effort to move at the quick speed that he did. He swung his crimson lightsaber with just his right arm. The blade was horizontal and came from what would be the right of Selena slashing across to her left. The Darth aimed the slash at chest-height.

 

[Carn Dista]

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

There were times that Carn often contemplated how wise it was to allow a potentially mentally unstable soldier access to wrist rocket. While this may have been the ideal situation to ponder that very question, the thought unfortunately slipped his mind - Blasters, sonic weaponry, and what appeared to be some form of gunk were being thrown at him. Not to mention the mass of rubble being flung in all directions by the impacts from the rockets of the trooper. It left Carn with no choice - he couldn't defend all of this with his lightsaber. It was impossible, even for a master of his calibur. Yet a Lightsaber was not the only thing Carn had brought to the party.

The Force was his ally.

And it was an ally that had kept him alive a grest many times. It felt to Carn, in that moment, that the Force knew what he had to do, long before he even moved his arms. The thought cam unbidden to his mind, and the light side of the Force flowed through him like a righteous fury - only there was no fury in his actions. Only a sense of calm. He placed his trust in the Force completely, and in turn, it allowed itself to be manifest in the form of a protective bubble, two meters in radius, from Carn's body. The Force did what Carn could not - The Stohkli Spray was turned away from the Jedi like a wave crashing against a sea wall when the Force rippled outwards. Rubble from the explosions bounced harmlessly to the floor, or apeared to float above him in the style of a surrealist painting. The blaster bolts and solid slugs were sent flying in completely random directions - some finding their ways to a couple of the NPC troopers, wasting them instantly. The sonic waves from both the trooper, and the woman's new found weapon were diffused into harmless whispers, which faded away like a whisp of cloud in a breeze.

The sound from outside the bubble was dull and blurry to Carn - and the things that impacted it seemed only to make a strange rumble of low frequency ripples. While the world outside him had fallen to chaos, this small area was an oasis of undisturbed calm. Yet it was not without drawbacks. Such a technique was certainly not simple to draw into being - the look of extreme focus and concentration upon Carn's face was absolute. He hadn't moved an inch once he had brought the Force forwards, and into a more physical existence. It couldn't last. Not forever. And it didn't. The moment the shots and impacts on the barrier had stopped, Carn began to move - and with his movements, the bubble began to fall again. It was a momentary respite for the Jedi, but it was a respite none the less. One that allowed him to sense the sudden danger and darksided nature of the toxic gas. Instinctively, Carn plucked his standard issue rebreather from his utility belt, and ensured it was securelt attached to his face, allowing him to continue disrupting the plans of the imperial forces with the havok squad member. His movements had brought him towards the now three man strong group of troopers with blasters. He needed to rebuild momentum, and fall into the rigors of Juyo once more - and there was no better way to do that than to dart forwards and cut down an opponent with a powerful two handed strike to the torso. The closest one to him fell to his knees after the strike was delivered, yet it wouldn't have been a quick death. In a display of mercy, and to ensure the trooper didn't try to make a martyr of himself, Carn brought his saber back around and enacted a swift Sai Cha to the downed soldier.

As the helmeted head fell to the floor, Carn turned to face his next opponent...

 

[Flint Dexen]

@[member="Marcus Faust"]

Unsuprisingly, getting smashed through a window didn't feel any better than getting smashed into a wall. Only difference was that Flint actually went through it. As he was tossed out the window, Flint threw one last glance at the Sith that he had been battling. He knew that the next time he encountered the Sith Knight, Flint would recognize him by his mask. Flint than braced for impact, just to realize what was below him was water. After all, Manaan was an aquatic world, and Flint guessed that he had been fighting near the edge of the city. Flint splashed into the water below, knowing that he had both his and somewhat broken Vulpesen's lightsaber with him.

- - -

Had it been a few minutes? Half an hour? Flint didn't know. He simply reemerged from the icy waters, even more exhausted than from before. Where the feth was he? Flint slowly dragged himself up to his feet, and climbed up a set of stairs that led up to where..? He had no idea. Flint would've drowned by now if it hadn't been for the Force, but even the Force couldn't take away the exhaustion he felt. Oh, and the injuries he got from the Sith. To put it bluntly, he was in a bad shape.

Flint collapsed after he climbed about several flights of steps, deciding he couldn't got further. He needed to regain energy, that was for sure. He wanted to rejoin the battle, help out the civilians and the like... He squinted, trying to determine where he was. It appeared as though he was near the city center. Suddely, Flint felt the presence of a fellow Jedi nearby. Perhaps he or she could heal him. "I need help..." he said through the Force to the Jedi. (@[member="Rianna Organa"])

 

[Alendarius Veygar]

Manaan
Werehouse district

It was getting hard to defend now. From behind there was that Walker and in front of him the Jedi. The Walker's shots were not so easy to dodge as Alendarius had thought, especially if he had to defend against a Lightsaberstaff at the same time. When he was about to make a counterattack against the Jedi and at the same time dodge a shot that was heading his way, he suddenly heard something that sounded like a piece of metal dropping to the ground and then a hissing noise, as if gas was leaking out somewhere. When the Jedi made his next attack, Alendarius sidestepped and jumped out of the path of a deadly laser cannon shot. He may not look very agile, but the Sith had to undergo a lot of training that helped him with both, strength and agility. The hissing sound stopped and Alendarius looked around. There were six grenades that had not exploded, but released a small cloud of gas. Probably some kind of poisonous gas, intended to kill the Sith slowly or weaken him, but it wouldn't have an effect on him. His breathing mask filtered all gasses except for oxygen and a couple other air components. Whatever this gas' effect was, it would not cause any harm to Alendarius. But the walker would. So he charged at the Walker while jumping to the side every couple of meters, to make aiming harder for the Walker. When he was close enough, he jumped at one of its legs. There he jumped again to take out the guns of the Walker. It would be almost impossible to dodge this attack, but maybe the Walker's pilot had luck or something comparable.

@[member="Mirshen"] @[member="Kelios Shara-da"]

 

[Zrash'toul'frusku]

The City Center.
Objective: Save the Imperator and knock some Sith around.

Zrash and his force had rallied, it was a mere 80 soldiers not counting himself and his CELL squad. They round the city center to the left, engaging and downing Sith as they went until they had reached their destination. It was now time for action, from cover he assessed their chances and tried to locate the Imperator in the massive standstill between Republic and Sith forces. There were the flashes of lightsabers here and there and the constant zipping blaster blots aimed at enemy positions.

He needed a distraction so he and his men could locate the wounded Imperator. He soon thought of run. It was risky and would likely lead to many deaths on his force that had gathered. But it was necessary. The ends justified the means when defeating the darkness. "Once more into the breech... Infinite you ready?" The CELL commando leader nodded and readied his rifle. "We're going melee. Prepare for the charge!" The Chiss heard the preparations of the men behind him, they readied fast, swords and knives drawn and readied.

"Charge! For the Imperator!" He shouted and the booming sympathy of his men in their vocalizers which had been maximized to make them sound even louder and more numerious they are called out their arrival at the left Sith flank. He hoped they were fast enough to get into Melee distance else many would be cut down by blaster fire. It mattered little, however, Zrash lead the charge for their leader and he slew Sith troopers that got in his way as they charged. Infinite right behind him, this was going to be a bloody day.

@[member="Matsu Ike"] @[member="Ronin Fel"] @[member="Hion the Herglic"] @[member="Selena Halcyon"] @Darth Apparatus

 

[TK-5914 Shank]

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

If Shank had one comfort, as the Jedi Master's impenetrable shield shrugged off massed fire, it was this. The pale, bitter mist that the Republic trooper's microrocket spam had released by striking the fragile and jury-rigged delivery mechanisms, the mist whose malevolence had made the Jedi Master put in a rebreather-

That particular mist didn't actually require respiration, just contact with a cut or a burn. Granted, so far as Shank could determine, the Jedi Master had yet to take an appreciable hit or disadvantage of any kind, but considering the thousands of shotgun pellets that had been whining around the rather cramped room...

Well, a stormtrooper could dream. Bottom line, since the Master was so bravely wading through the mist, any injury could prove...complicated. Not that he would have any clue that it wasn't manageable by respirator: The Zerek Strain didn't burn or numb on contact any more than one felt pain from getting sneezed on by someone with a flu. And for the first twenty-four hours, flu-like symptoms were all that would manifest.

There was, of course, another moment of satisfaction to brighten Shank's day. Dista's entire tactical regimen required waiting behind his shield for the fire to stop. But there was no reason whatsoever for the fire to stop, and it didn't. Certainly not from Shank's disruptor pistol. So when that shield went down and the Jedi Master resumed slaughtering stormtroopers, he was lunging straight for Shank, whose disruptor pistol was still going strong at point-blank range. The Storm Commando's left hand held his thermal detonator, thumb on the release -- though right now he would have far preferred his long vibroblade. But he only had two hands.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

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

The light side of the Force was a pathway to many abilities some might consider to be...unnatural. It enabled one to wade through salvoes of fire coming from all sides, specifically salvoes from weapons designed to take down force-users. Area effect weapons such scatter guns and bolters, weapons that packed as a big a punch as a disruptor pistol. This was truly formidable stuff. Perhaps Siobhan Kerrigan would get maimed less if she had stayed with the Jedi. Given the fact that they did not disapprove of summoning natural disasters, her roof dropping would not have been seen as out of the ordinary!

As with the stormtrooper, Moira had no reason to stop firing. She was a killer droid, the Jedi was a target. Ergo her purpose was to shoot and exterminate. Not to take a break for tea time. She did not drink tea anyway. Or to check whether she had broken a nail after being thrust towards a wall by the powerful explosions caused by a Republic trooper shooting rockets around. So instead Moira would keep pumping the Jedi full with rounds from both her scatter gun, an area effect weapon shooting out those terribly dangerous durasteel pellets, and her heavy sonic blaster, both weapons were still pumping out rounds when the shield was down before the scatter gun needed reloading, something carried out in a quick, practiced motion in a blur.

Moira might not be able to summon magic to wrap her into an impenetrable sphere of protection but she did have super strength beyond that of a mere human and after firing a last salvoe of high-powered bursts of sonic energy she holstered the sonic blaster and in its stead took her Mark One Bolter, loaded with explosive bolts, warheads armed at launch that would still detonate if faced with force shields. She was far enough to use the weapon efficiently. Moreover, to be blunt she was quite heavily armoured, even if hot shards of shrapnel damaged her skin, well, that could be regrown, much like it had after the occasions when she had been blasted by force lightning; underneath she was pure metal built to last and her plasteel boots anchored her to the ground. By contrast Jedi robes offered very little in terms of protection. As for Shank, he was wearing duraplast, which would stop a laser cannon or a lightsabre. In one hand she wielded the scatter gun, in the other the boltgun, both spewed out death as she fired without any sort of pausing or break at Dista, the guns roaring as every single round was aimed to be pumped into him.

 

[Tanis Ashfall]

@[member="Aken Bosch"] @[member="Darth Shadow"] @[member="Ronnie Vexis"]
Character Name: Tanis Ashfall
Fleet Code: Repub 1
Turn: 1
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Spoiler

(Ship Name): Defenders Might (Heavy Guns)
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: MC180 Remembrance-class Battlecruiser
MOVING: 10.01 to 10.04
FIRING: none
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL:

(Ship Name): Falcon’s Roost (carrier)
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Justicar-class command carrier
MOVING: 10.01 to 10.04
FIRING: none
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: Launch half fighters total of 36 XA-5 X-wings, 12 R90 Starfires, 12 Velite V-wings, 12 BTL-Q3 Longshots.

(Ship Name): Valorous (Heavy Guns)
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Dauntless-class star destroyer
MOVING: 10.01 to 10.04
FIRING: none
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL:

(Ship Name): Allegiance (balanced)
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Devotion-class cruiser
MOVING: 10.01 to 10.04
FIRING: none
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: Launching all fighters moving to support Gold Group at 10.06

(Ship Name): Adamant (balanced)
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Devotion-class Cruiser
MOVING: 10.01
FIRING: none
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: Launching all fighters moving to support Gold Group at 10.06

(Ship Name): Gold Leader (heavy guns?)
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Redstar-class patrol ship
MOVING: 10.01 to 10.06
FIRING: none
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL:

(Ship Name): Gold 2
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Redstar-class patrol ship
MOVING: 10.01 to 10.06
FIRING: none
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL:

(Ship Name): Gold 3
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Redstar-class patrol ship
MOVING: 10.01 to 10.06
FIRING: none
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL:

(Ship Name): Gold 4
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Redstar-class Patrol ship
MOVING: 10.01 to 10.06
FIRING: none
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL:

(Ship Name): Gold 5
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Redstar-class patrol ship
MOVING: 10.01 to 10.06
FIRING: none
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL:

(Ship Name): Gold 6
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Redstar-class patrol ship
MOVING: 10.01 to 10.06
FIRING: none
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL:

Tanis looked up as the helmsman of the Defenders Might. "OK once we exit hyperspace I want Gold group and the fighters from the Adamant and the Allegiance I want them to form a screen between us and the enemy I want half the fighters from the Falcon's Roost to launch and act as a secondary screen. Also I want you to place the Defenders Might between the Valorous and the both the Allegiance and the Adamant. I want the Falcon's Roost to be behind the rest of the fleet just in case we need to bug out. Prepare for hard engagement." The young Fleet commander would sigh and lean forward as they exited hyperspace and his commands were followed.

 

[Valik]

LOCATION: AIR FILTRATION SYSTEM
OBJECTIVE: KILL JEDI

@[member="Carn Dista"] @[member="Halik Falkosi"] @TK-5914 Skanks @[member="Moira Skaldi"]

Valik watched as Halik Falkosi shot many rockets into nothingness, firing at some "Sith guy" and not the disguised and untagged Warren Valik, and questioned the recruiting efforts of the Republic. More than that however, he questioned the power of the Jedi Master before him. He supposed the Sith as a whole should have been glad a technique like that didn't exist 860 years ago, otherwise Jedi greats like Plo Koon, Ki-adi Mundi, Luminara Unduli, and Aayla Secura would have survived the historical Order 66, instead of falling, on average, to around five clone troppers with standard blaster rifles.

And not only did he stop the attack, he managed to redirect the shots in order to kill his entire squad, yet not hit the Republic Trooper aiding. How fortuitous for him. A little pissed off the 'storm trooper' sighed, and discarded his Gorgon. It seemed the Alchemist would have to gwt his hands dirty today.

"Cover my six." He said to the other Stormtrooper and the resilient blonde, as he took a standard blaster pistol in his left hand and a quick-and-dirty Sith Alchemized tactical knife in his right. It wasn't poisoned, molecularky sharp, or radiating in the dark-side, but it's durability was enhanced to where it could resist lightsaber blows. It was obvious the great Carn Dista would not take a hit from crude blasters, so it was time to get up close and personal.

Still, the other two were shooting directly at him, and rushing into battle would make him absorb some of their shots, so he marched, rather than run forward, shooting his normal blaster pistol a couple time at his legs, up at his face, over to his right shoulder, to keep him guessing with his lightsaber deflection as he neared melee range.