Crown of Sorrow | CIS Invasion of UCM-held Tanaab

[Gianna Aegis]

Location: Battlefield - Headed Toward the Hospital [Right Where CIS/UCM are clashing.]​

Tag: [member="Orn Pharr"] | [member="John Locke"]​

Allies: Confederacy + Silvers + Wounded​

UCM Tags: [member="Valdus Bral"] | [member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [Really only near to Mig]​

Status: What difference does it make to the dead who wins? Isn't a life worth fighting for?​

​

Gianna swore that parts of the Master Jedi had woven about her body to keep her from falling off. In any other scenario, she might have complained, but it was either that, or she was likely to get tossed off due to the turbulence. The Tree-Shaped-All-Father was powerful, a beacon of Light in the Force, and for that, she was both gladdened and humbled. He was in direct conflict to the storm that she felt brewing at their backs and the darkness that was growing up ahead. To that end—She was grateful for the transportation. Grateful, for his calm demeanor in open warfare.

Yet, as her flank snapped to the side, she had to admit—Graceful, the Jedi Master was not.

Pale jade eyes glanced down at the Neti when he asked her to seek cover if the fighting broke own. She frowned, briefly, at the ambiguous statement. Whatever happened next? She felt her chest tighten while suspicion ran along the base of her spine. What would he do? “…What are you planning?”

“I can hold my own, Master Jedi. You don't need to protect me.”

Eventually, he began to shrink and set her back down. She was reminded of a parent placing their youngling down. Careful. Gianna was indeed able to keep up with him and her dusky silver-blue robes pulled across the makeshift battlefield that was comprised of shrapnel and broken down structures. Dead men, dead droids, and an ocean of blood twined with oil in-between.

The scent…It made her nauseous. It burned her nose. Set her heart on fire.

War.

It was against everything she believed in. It was against every bit of the peaceful galaxy that she longed to see. Yet, here they were. Among corpses. Why?

Warmongering, poor decisions, misunderstandings, and pride.

She used the staff that the Master Jedi had provided for her to move quickly. When his voice burst into her ears she could feel the authority he held. Granted by wisdom—And age. Surprisingly enough it seemed to have the desired effects. A few rows of B1-Battle Droids seemed to be confused but they had always respected the Silver Jedi that they came in contact with. To them? It was just an obstacle. The Confederate Army swarmed forward like an angry beehive, parting around them, as if they were an island in the sea. The Mandalorians…For the most part…Didn’t shoot.

She couldn’t tell if it was a cultural phenomenon or if the leader of this particular regiment had given the order. Gianna paused, briefly, while trying to keep her head on a swivel. A stray blaster bolt could do her in just as easily as it could anyone else. She used the staff that she had been given, used the lightsaber resistance, and deflected what she could. By the Light…

Gianna had never seen so many droids in her life.

One of the Mandalorians called out to them [NPC Spotter [member="Mig Gred"]]. Demanding to know their plan or purpose. It made sense. Technically, they were the enemy. “We need to get to your Hospital. If we can heal the patients inside—They can be moved. Evacuated.”, Gianna called to him loudly, truthfully, and honestly. To be within her orbit was to know, almost instinctively, that she did not lie. Nothing so soft and earnest as she could hold a falsehood—Even while she wielded was essentially a gnarled bo-staff. “Your technology could not make them well. We can.”

Faith.

Where she did not boast weapons of destruction—She did bring goodness. Her head jerked instinctively to the side while a blaster-bolt careened by a little too close to her ear. Had she moved a second later it would have torn through her cranium as if it were made of wet tissue paper. “If all of this bloodshed is merely to protect the innocents behind you…Let us help you. All of these weapons. All of these mechs. Bombs…Look around you. This area has gone from being a defensive line to an offensive stronghold.”

“Let us pass, please.”

Gianna was a Jedi, however, she wasn’t dumb. The Confederacy would see this location for what it had undoubtedly unintentionally become. Time was of the essence. The nation that descended was peaceful when sleeping, but when awake? When they felt as if they had something to protect? They reacted like an angry mother bear, taking swipes, at a poacher that had come too close to the nest.

Her attention was pulled to the side when a Claymore rolled by bearing a wounded soldier. A Mandalorian, if she had to guess, and his pain radiated like a bonfire. She could hear it in his voice when she tried to speak to his men. If she blocked out the carnage around them—she could feel it. She could taste blood, coppery, and metallic. He was fading. Hurt, and fading. “Hey! You—Stop!”

Gianna heard another warrior call his name and when she spoke next her voice rang above the sounds of warfare. It was crystalline and clear—He would hear her now. “Mig!”

The young Jedi Knight surged forward, regardless, the fact that it would probably make the spotter nervous. Her mind reached out as she slipped through the fighters, dodging and weaving, as if her form was made of something entirely liquid over flesh and bone. They were going to the hospital one way or the other. This “Mig” person needed help just like anyone else. She bent beneath the weapon of a Mandalorian who swung horizontally in a broad stroke, and while it cleaved the head off of a droid, it missed her entirely.

“Stop! Stop walking, stop moving, stop talking—Please!”

Unthinkingly, she reached out and grabbed his arm.

Were she not preoccupied with everything going on around her she might have thought better than to breach the personal space of someone that viewed her as hostile. At any rate, Gia just didn’t have the time to waste on pleasantries. Someone [[member="Adenn Kyramud"]] had just launched...So much force over her head, toward the CIS FOB, and she knew it wouldn't be good. The death knoll was ringing. Louder, and louder. If he cut her in half, he cut her in half. “I sense what you do. If you fight him you will lose. Everyone believes their cause is good, that their cause is just, but there is another way. Come with us. You won't be good to anyone dead. Don't do this.”

Spoiler: OOC Notes

I did arrange the interaction with Mig a little, but, if anyone needs me to edit please send me a PM/DM.

Spoiler: Gear

Heaven's Touch
Heart of Aceso
Lightsaber [Though, it is not readily seen, hidden in her robes, and rarely makes an appearance.]
Redwood Staff: [Given during the thread by Orn Pharr] A combination of Ankarres Wood and several others. A botanist might recognize the traces of Norris Root and Veshok Wook.
Other Items...May be picked up from various sources, the FOB, etc along the way.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Allies: [member="Gianna Aegis"]
Others: @Mandos? [member="Vhei Wasp Naudir"] | [member="Valdus Bral"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Ruus"]
Directly Interacting: [member="Mig Gred"]
Objective: Heal some Folks

Orn wasn’t much for planning. He had his suspicions about the Force’s will, however and it called to his soul, pulling him along towards the hospital with all haste. And as far as the Living Force had revealed to him, that was where his millennia long journey had guided him.

To this moment.

To make a difference in the lives of these people. To change, to bring hope. Whether it was the terminus or a crux of fate, Orn did not know, but he knew that something had to be done here and now. He knew that it was he that the Force acted through this time.

“I know that you can, little one. I know not what the Force has in store for you, but know that you still have much to do.”

What did a life account for when it came to an end?

Gianna came with him as he stepped out into the lines, the stench of death hung around this place, the dead stirred around this place, the living fought only to cause more death. She spoke, her words reassuring, pleading with the man to make way for them.

When confronted, Orn did not stop moving, each step deliberate and powerful. Resolve building within his chest as he moved with head held high and pride in every step. “I have come to save the people confined to this place of healing. You will let me and my companion pass, friend.”

The venerable Neti looked down at the Mandalorian as he approached him, holding out his hand. Within it grew a flower, its scent sweet and appearance bland. Within it was a simple liquid, something the healers used before Bacta had ever been heard of. Before kolto was farmed from Manaan. A simple sap with healing properties the herbalists of far off worlds knew to look for to cure the sick.

“You will not stop me.” Orn declared, “But you can save me time, time enough that I might save all those inside.” An aura could be felt around the Neti, one of light and kindness, of goodness. The Force-Sensitive could no doubt feel it, and from it the dead raised by sith magic shrunk back, pulling away from his presence. He gestured past the lone man in his path, as if for him to step aside.

Orn turned his eyes to Gia and the wounded Mandalorian who sought to do battle with the Sith Lord behind them. She was right, he would die. Maybe not here, but he would in the blink of an eye. “Little one,” the Neti grimaced as he watched Mig preparing to soldier off to fight. Everything in Orn’s heart told him to stop the man, to turn and fight Daxton Bane himself. But it was not the Force’s will. On any other day, he would have turned and stood as a bastion for all to take shelter behind, but not today. He did not need Gianna, but he had promised to see her safe through this battle, and even though she could take care of herself he was not one to make promises lightly.

And her presence at his side put him at ease more than she knew.

“We will make this place safe, then we will return and save him as well.” Kind eyes could not hide the lie in his words.

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

Location: The Fortressa [Lower Hangar Bay]​

Tags: [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]​

So…He really couldn’t shut the kark up?

Was that was she supposed to glean from this experience?

Naedira silently bristled at the commentary that passed through the lips of the Sith Lord. Easy to break? Her conscious mind would have had some incredibly snarky dialogue to impress upon the Mountain but in her current state? She could only manage to listen. And fume. She could taste copper while crimson fluid dripped from dry lips. Her chest rattled, dangerously, with every shallow breath she drew in.

It felt really…Weird. To feel as if she were fading, dying slow, but without the agony that should have been there. She was lucky that she had the strength to stay connected to the Force enough to pull through. Naedira was in pain. She was definitely fighting a losing battle… She just couldn’t feel it.

Naedira, through her own doing, couldn’t feel anything but blissful nothing. The white-hot agony had faded into an echo that she could scarcely remember. She could feel the changes. Vibrations, pressure, and uneven ridges of skin rubbing where it shouldn’t. The young woman breathed and it caught on something, which led her crumpled form to shudder, while a wet cough had her spitting up unmentionable things.

At least she was laying properly enough that she wouldn’t choke on it.

The river of red was growing. It was a dull shade, despite the lighting, though incredibly glossy. Her hair was thick with it and had become matted to the side of her face. How it was that these two men, one light, one dark, managed not to bore each other by throwing thinly veiled slights was beyond her. Perhaps she was already too far gone that her sense of humor had broken with her bones.

The Darkside of the Force swelled within the ship.

How could she feel that, but, not the pieces of bone that had decided to protrude angrily from their natural habitat? She wished she could lift her head to see what was happening, but, that was beyond her control. It took all that she had just to keep the doors closed to her nerve endings. Naedira was certain they were on fire. Screaming, wailing, and begging for it all to go dark. She wanted to rest. Her eyes felt so heavy. Every breath she drew was a struggle. In the back of her mind she knew she wasn’t getting enough oxygen anymore, but, there was nothing to be done. Naedira could only hear them.

She didn’t want to hear a Jedi and a Sith go on, and on, and on about their own petty squabbles.

Can’t a girl die in peace?

Apparently not—The Mountain did not want to let her sleep.

The Sith Lord hit her mind like a speeder and if she could have flinched from the metaphysical trauma she would have. While she had held her ground, maintaining, as she staved off the pain—She could not stop this. Madness. Insanity. It was trying to wrest what little control she had left from her grasp. No, no, no, no, no. NO! She could feel a bubble of it press against her psyche and a strangled wail escaped her lips. It was thin. Pathetic, but so, so very raw and akin to that of a victim that was drowning.

Maybe she was.

His words gave her a burst of naked rage and her mind pushed back. Hard. It was with a vehemence that would have surprised anyone that knew her. She was a good soldier. Obedient.

It was difficult to remain compliant when some Mountain of a man JUST KEPT PISSING HER OFF.

‘Get out!’, her mental voice snarled, seeking to force him away, with weak little invisible fangs showing. So tired. So…Very tired. Her swollen eyes fully closed. Her grasp on the Force flickered and the pain began to echo back through her being. It was slow. Translucent liquid leaked from the corners of her eyes against her will. She would not cry. She, would not… ‘…And…And go get bent.’

Yeah. Take that, Mountain.

Take that.

Spoiler: Equipment

Nine Heavens

Obsidian-type Strike Armor
Obsidian Lightsabre [Shattered]
Yrkaa Sidearm
Obsidian CR Ring
KC-95
Bilari Electro-Chain Whip

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Mig Gred"]

Reports came flooding in about the Mandalorian push against the CIS FOB, and that would have been a point of concern had Daxton been located at that place. Instead the Dark Lord and his amassed forces were moving to flank the Mandalorians from the side, as the droids in his encampment began packing up and withdrawing to shuttles to take them to his battleship, taking with them all the data, genetic and otherwise that they ripped out of this section of the city, leaving behind a miasma of despair and dark corrupted energy that lingered heavily in the air.

Droid spotters updated him on the enemy position as his team of nearly six dozen battle droidekas along with the four mutated feral beasts waited in ambush for the relief party to pass thorugh. As soon as the main body was in the trap, the droids would fire from elevated positions on both sides, blasting indiscrimately any targets and causing as much chaos as possible.

In the midst of this Daxton’s purple and crimson armored form would appear, three blades ignited and circling around him, deflecting laser blasts away as he chopped down an officer with his open palm, Shatterpoint hitting the Force weaknesses he could see and making it appear he cut him down with an unarmed blow. Mercy was for the weak this he knew well, so Daxton hoped other Mandalorians would be foolish enough to engage him in open combat so he could possibly find more samples for his collection.

 

[Mig Gred]

[SIZE=9pt]Location: The Capital[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies: UCM[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies: CIS[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Tags: [/SIZE] [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Aditya Fitz Kierke"] [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] [member="Voph"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] [member="Corran Conner"] [member="Krest"] [member="Livia Maddox"] [member="Gerhard Manndorf"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Xobos Yakieer"] [member="Cypher Rage"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Luna Terrik"] [member="Gianna Aegis"] [member="Orn Pharr"]
[SIZE=9pt]Gear and Forces: Bio +[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Mando'ad'jetii[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Basilisk[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Enigma[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Gred Fleet[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], a [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]V1 astromech[/SIZE]

Elijah grit his teeth as the volley of all the fire finally broke the Keros' Kad's shield, he quickly called for the nonessential crew to abandon the ship, but also gave one order. One of thw launchers was already gone, and the hull was battered, but the admiral refused to give in.

"Fire the missiles, then fire everything." Then the Kad fired off a heavy cluster missile, and a high yield Baradium missile, both targeted at the Roon's Spear. This was why the Kad transferred power. The keep up the fire before resorting to these for one more moment. These missiles were powerful, but they were high enough. It wouldn't be felt by anyone below. Just the ships up here. Escape pods began to fire away from the MC30c, showing what was expected from the captain of the ship, but something didn't seem right. The turbolasers and lasers opened back up, firing on the Spear. The Nebulan-B2 took the chance to focus it's fire not on the larger ships, but on one of the Deathstalkers, delivering it's entire armament into the corvette. Turbolasers, lasers, and four concussion missiles. The Enigmas, CR90s, and fighters kept to their missions, the Enigma pair taking full advantage of the relief in fire, but the Brawlers pulled away, getting distance between them and the Roon's Spear. Elijah then did something crazy. The Kad's remaining engines roared as it charged to the Hive Destroyer, clearly going for the ram.

On the surface, the portion of Gred forces continued to fight [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] 's force, but the firing soon stopped. The troops would notice that the tanks and tank destroyers turning from the fight and going full speed towards the hospital. Force sensitives could possible feel the horror in their hearts, a disbelief, particularly in the other Force sensitives of Clan Gred. It wasn't a normal fear though. It was something different. The Gred's at the hospital had called it in. The undead horde that [member="Daxton Bane"] had unleashed. The Gred tanks, tank destroyers, droids, and Mando'ad'jetii already at the hospitals were fighting off the horde. Every bolt. Every slash. There was fear, but determination. They wouldn't let these... things into the hospital. A female Mando'ad'jetii ran by Allya's force, ignoring them. Focused on the devils at the hospital. She only stopped for a moment, turning and looking at some of the troops, and Allya. One sentence before running. "And we're the warmongers?" It wasn't said like a question, and there was spite in her word before running without giving time for a response. Tal hadn't attack them. Gred hadn't attacked them. They didn't see clans. They just saw Mandalorians. She had heard some of the recordings, and wondered how the Mandalorians in the CIS could even feel comfortable right now. But she had a job. Fight off those thing.

The other Mando'ad'jetii that was speaking with [member="Orn Pharr"] and [member="Gianna Aegis"] nodded to them quickly taking lead.

"This way! Stick close and be careful. I'll be sure they know you're coming." He then quickly tapped on his helmet, opening up his comms. " [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] . This is Typhon. I have two jetii heading to the hospital that made be able to heal the rest of the Vod in there. We.... We might be able to get them out." As he led them, the man spoke a bit candidly. "Honestly, I don't think it would've mattered what we did in the eyes of the Galaxy. If we left it undefended, they would say we're monsters, we defend it and they think we're making citizens, our Vod, a shield." There was a particular disgust at the last idea. Just the idea... he hated it. "If we can get the rest out though... Maybe it'd change something." He was clearly stressed, though he managed to keep his emotions at bay. It was times like this where the Greds' training helped. Don't let emotions rule you, but acknowledge they're there. Don't deny them, but don't feed them. Then he saw the Claymore, and his Alor jumping off to fight, even with his helmet partially smashed. "Alor!"

Mig just kept going, at least until Gianna grabbed his arm. She implored him to stop. To not fight the Dark Sider ahead. That there was another way. He stopped, looking at her. She had a point, but he could feel what his clan was feeling. He sighed a bit, pulling her arm away before igniting the lightsaber blades of his Trayc'kad.

"Meh or'atu adate ash'amur jorcu Ni oyacyir, bal Ni Ru'lis cabuor or'atu o'r kyr'am, Ni cuy' nayc alor (If more people die because I live, and I could protect more in death, I am no leader.)?" He then seemed to realize she may not understand. "My father, the Gred Alor before me, told me that. Basically, if I don't act, what kind of leader am I?" Mig then walked off, Ilik quickly walked over to the Jedi.

"He's not going to stop. Come on, both you and your friend get on that Claymore there. It can boost you over... those. I'll try to keep him safe." If the Jedi accepted the offer, the Claymore tank destroyer would use it's boosters to float above the horde that attacked the hospital. As that happened, Mig walked towards Daxton Bane, reflecting anything fired at him back at his enemy. He used Force Lightning and the blaster of his Trayc'kad to quickly deal with any nearby threats. He had his target.


Fleet (links above):

Spoiler

[SIZE=9pt]In space[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Keros' Kad (Modified MC30c): Shields gone, hull integrity 40%[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]2x Nebulan-B2s: 1 shields 62% 1 Destroyed[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]3x Enigma-class: Loner: Shields 60%, Pair: 54% and 49%[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]4x CR90s[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]2x Viper Squadrons: 12 fighters down[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]2x Brawler Squadrons: 6 fighters down[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Surface:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enigma[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Viper Squadron[/SIZE]

Fleet actions:

Spoiler

• The fleet damage from [member="Xobos Yakieer"] 's attacks, and some fighters are lost.
• The Keros' Kad loses shields, hull integritym and a launcher, but firesa cluster missiles, then a high yield Baradium missiles, targeting the Roon's Spear. All weapons also focus on the Roon's Spear. Then points at the Hive Destroyer, and puts engines on full.
• The lone Enigma continues to focus on the Core’s Voyager, firing heavy turbolasers, quad lasers and 4 proton torpedoes.
• The pair of Enigmas make another attack run, now free of fire, firing the Zhan’s Cannon with heavy turbolasers and 4 proton torpedoes each, while their quad laser turrets continue fire on the Deathsalkers.
• The Vipers continue to fight their attackers, while the Brawlers move away from the on the Roon's Spear.
• On the surface, the Enigma and Vipers were about to engage the SSD, but turn to attack the Archon Bombers and their escorts. [member="Voph"]

 

[Kyyrk]

​

Location: The Resolve​

Objective: Break their spirit​

Equipment: Ciniel & Istatha, Voph's Kinesuim Armor, Voph's Nanovest, Voph's Cloak, Voph's Ri-Qorit, Voph's Helmet (Available, not currently worn), Voph's D3-KK Shield, Voph's Ring (Worn on the left ring finger, outside the gauntlet), Voph's Mantle, Darcy AI​

Allies: Confederacy of Independent Systems​

Targets: United Clans of Mandalore, and any sympathizers.​

Fleet: See bottom of Post​

Specific Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"] || [member="John Locke"] || [member="Kat Decoria"] || [member="Livia Maddox"] || [member="Adenn Kyramud"] || [member="Srina Talon"] || [member="Valdus Bral"] || [member="Nathan Vance"] || [member="Maeve Archeron"] || @Joannis Campbell || [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] || [member="Madalena Antares"] || [member="Kurenai Yumi"] || [member="Darth Metus"] || [member="Dezoti"]​

Post: Six​

​

[youtube]https://youtu.be/dZBoiW460nU[/youtube]​

​

Voph's vision was swimming. He needed medical attention, if his bloodstained armor was anything to go by. But he had a mission. A duty. He released a shuddering breath, and reached up to peel his helmet off. "They're sending a boarding party to the bridge, boss!" Voph looked up towards the ceiling. "Engage defenses..." Voph's head slumped forward and he reached up to tap a button on his gauntlet. His nanovest engaged, slowly but surely trying to piece together the broken skin and halt the bleeding. But it was a process. "Security teams....to the bridge. Engage lockdown. Don't let them through."

Voph pulled himself to his feet. Though his face contorted in pain, he suppressed the vocalization of it. He so desperately wished to call upon the Force to ease his suffering, but his soldiers needed the support. The Battle Meditation was winning them this fight. Voph leaned against the wall, and looked out to the Destroyers. The broadside had done part of its job. Though it hadn't destroyed the ship. Voph frowned. No matter. The plan was still in action. Voph looked to the one above the valley. It was beginning to tip. "Helm, bring us starboard, full engine power. Get us away from it, but do NOT fly over the city."

As escape pods began to flee the ships, Voph understood their plan. "Tactical, hold fire. Let the Escape Pods go. They're not our concern. If they're too scared to go down with the ship, they're too scared to be a credible threat." The Resolve turned, allowing the Destroyer at her helm to slip loose. Voph drew a deep breath to center himself. Then a channel was opened, beyond the Holocall he was part of with the fleet admirals. "This is High Councilor Voph to all Confederate Forces. If you are able. Seek cover. The fight has been hard, and you are to be commended for your actions." As he spoke, the Resolve turned, and began to move, flying away from the lone remaining Hammerhead.

The Resolve rocked under the detonation of the remaining Hammerhead across the bow. Though it had not found purchase in the valley as it sought to do, it was still close enough to rock the ship under the massive explosion. "The Resolve is preparing to--" Voph paused as the ship detonated. "Helm, Damage report!" That explosion was bigger than it should have been. "Running scans, boss. Hull integrity stable, but there's holes. Few systems got hit, port side thrusters functioning below optimal levels. Coms offline, Life support failing, and the Hyperdrive is damaged. We can jump, but we'll have to use backups."

Voph winced in pain again. The shard through his breast must have landed near his heart. Would certainly explain the blood. "Back up comms?" "Online sir." Voph nodded. That was all he needed. "Open a hail. Wideband. Any unsecured device." Voph never had been one for words. But there were times when weapons didn't say everything. The Holotransmissions were down, but Voph could still broadcast his voice. "People of Tanaab. Members of the Clans. I come before you with a message. I have dealt with your kind before. And I shall deal with your kind again."

As Voph spoke, he offered a non-verbal signal to Darcy. Terminals around the bridge lit up and the crew began to swarm about the bridge, making preparations. The information Voph had gathered earlier was proving invaluable earlier. And signals were coming in. Those familiar with the plan had heard Voph's signal to take cover, and knew what was coming. "There is but one thing stronger than words. Silence. And your silence over the raids against the Jedi has been deafening. Your silence has been heard, as millions cried out in horror and grief, asking why you would slaughter their people. Why you would allow such a thing to happen."

A thumb raised to the air from one side of the bridge. Then another. Lights were turning green. Firing solutions were found. Targets were acquired. The shield protecting the planet below began to falter. Alkor had finally come through. And as Voph spoke, he smirked. They'd done well. The Mandalorians had made an impressive effort. One that Voph might have respected from a nation other than their own. "Look around you. Look to your brothers and sisters. And think of those who have died here. Understand that we were willing to offer you peace. But your silence was deafening. You did not care that thousands had died. You did not care that we sought peace. And so we came."

Voph's brow furrowed with the weight of what was about to happen. The alarm bells sounded from the battle bridge. The ship was prepared to fire. The shield below faltered once more, then blinked out. Voph drew a deep breath, then said, "Look around you. And understand that for all your fighting. All your struggles. You failed." "We're green, boss. On your order!" The world went quiet as Voph closed the channel. Did the Mandalorians listen to him? Didn't matter. They never did. And they were beyond the point of no return. He drew another breath.

Voph offered a silent prayer to the Maker that the Confederate soldiers had been able to get to safety. And in the silence, the Archon Bombers scattered, veering off from the City. They had missions elsewhere. Pandath was not the only target. And though a few fell to the efforts of the Vipers, the vast majority were alive and well to carry out their orders. Flying high and fast, the only opposition was the Fighters that trailed them from the combat. Their targets, the logistical centers of the planet. They didn't need to break their bodies. Only their spirit. Voph allowed the forces below one final moment as he plucked a stimpack from his medkit, and jammed it into his leg to numb the pain. "Boss?"

"Fire."

---

On the surface, the Shuttles had touched down in the Space Port. The Bothawui Maneuver had been successful, but not without cost. As the soldiers began to pour forth, the shuttles took off, and flew low and fast towards the Confederate FOB. They had wounded to evacuate. But that was none of his concern. He had a job to do. The soldier had taken a position near the perimeter wall, seeking to help reinforce the position from incoming soldiers. But he was given pause. He'd heard the explosion as the ships landed, but that hadn't rattled him. Through all the blood and screams, He'd fought on. He was a member of the Octarchy. Nothing rattled him. And as his Anti-Xeno cannon roared with each shot, he felled Mandalorian after Mandalorian.

But now the Octarchy were pausing. For above, the massive hull of the Resolve was starting to tilt. Breaths were held, as many feared the explosion had been too much and it was prepared to fall. "You seeing this, Sarge?" The soldier didn't answer. He just stepped forward and pointed. He could see it. But only if he knew what to look for. "Everyone take cover. The Resolve is still in this fight." And for one horrible, breath-taking moment, the world was quiet.

Then hell rained upon Tanaab. XR cannons, Turbolasers, Ion Cannons. Everything. The Resolve had its targets, both selected by Voph, and volunteered by [member="Allya Vi'dreya"], and it had locked on targets. Round after round was fired, XR cannons firing in a stuttering, layered fashion, ensuring that a moment of peace was not to be had. The shield around the hospital held, if only because the Resolve refused to target anything for 100 meters in any direction from it. They were here to break their spirits. Not their bodies. The corridor between the Mandalorian positions and the Confederate FOB was the first to target. The large walker that accompanied the Mandalorians through the corridor was the first to come under fire. Cannon after cannon assaulted its position, seeking to pound it into a fine dust.

Elsewhere in the city, chaos reigned. Though Eshan had been impressive, Voph knew one thing. Even the mighty clan of Australis could stand to learn a thing or two about how to bombard a city....

---

Fleet Information​

Spoiler: List of ships: (Total Meters: 44,692)

• Flagship Configuration (14,692 Meters)
  ​C.D.F. Resolve (Moderate Damage)
  ​Reaper Squadron
• Octarch Squadrons x10 Squadrons
• Mynock Squadrons x10 Squadrons
• Archon Squadrons x5 Squadrons (1 Squadron Destroyed)
• Paladin Squadrons x5 Squadrons
• Monarch Squadrons x5 Squadrons
• Outrigger Craft x5

[*]​Support Craft Hanger

• Dromund-class Landing Ship x5 Squadrons
• Oberon Class Transport Shuttle x6 Squadrons

[*]Archwing Destroyer x2
[*]Vertigo-Class x1
[*]Aquila ECM Corvette x1

[*]15,000 Meter Configuration: (x2)

• Vanguard Carrier x1
  DX-01 Octarch Fighter x10 Squadrons
• DX-74 Mynock Interceptor x10 Squadrons (1/2 Squadron Destroyed)
• DX-53 Monarch Gunship x6 Squadrons
• DX-63 Paladin Minelayer x6 Squadrons
• DX-84 Archon Bomber x10 Squadrons (1 Squadron Destroyed)

[*]Archwing Destroyer x5

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

"Task Force" refers to all present and functional vessels.

• Archon Bombers disengaging from Pandath and flying with Mynock Escorts to target other cities around the planet
• Resolve damaged in point-blank Hammerhead Detonation, Resulting in the loss of Hyperdrive, Lifesupport, and Primary Communications
• Resolve compiled data from Allya Vi'dreya and Voph to assemble a map of targets on the ground
• Resolve opens fire on the Hell's Angel walker, under command of [member="Adenn Kyramud"]
• Resolve opens fire on all Mandalorian military emplacements in Pandath
• Resolve DOES NOT target ANYTHING within 100 Meters of the Hospital for any reason whatsoever.
• Troops from Resolve, Vanguard, and Bastion land at Spaceport and begin reinforcing CIS positions
• Troop Transports move to CIS FOB to collect wounded and provide Med-evac.
• Aquila-class Cruiser continuing to provide Jamming Field in Tanaab Orbit

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Mig Gred"]

Daxton could sense the approach of the Force Sensitive, the eagerness for battle and blood lust, these were familiar sensations to the Dark Lord. It had been quite awhile since he crushed the last challenger who dared face him, so this was a refreshing feeling.
Gathering both Light and Dark Side energy, his aura would swell first doubling then tripling as he channeled the power through his form. He could feel the world seemingly slow down as his perception and reflexes kicked into hyperdrive, vile invisible tentacles of Force Energy emerged from his back, slamming and crushing everything within his immediate vicinity. The lightsabers circling around him moved at a frantic pace, almost a blur of light, a wall of cracking energy centered on the Purple and Crimson Armored Form. There was a platible sense of evil and danger centered on the Sith Lord as he waited for his challengers approach.

“So you’re the sacrifice they sent to slaughter? I was hoping for some challenge but perhaps you can keep me entertained. What do they call you little one so that they can scribe it properly that you were slain by Daxton Bane.” The voice, hideous and cloyly annoying, carried a hint of promise and threat of bodily harm than one would need steel their nerves against the doubt climbing out of the pit of their stomach and up their throat.

 

[EllieEx]

POV: Fireteams onyx and dust
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Vytal Noctura"]
Forces: x6 Deathtroopers of krieg.

Normally these men would have done more recon, gathered more intel on their targets before they engaged, but one thing clan naudir had learned on tanaab, was that no one was going to tell them chit beforehand. these were the recon teams, and they were outfitted as such, if they wanted to deal with witches and their fething magic, they'd have to bring someone else in, fighting sith and dark jedi wasn't the unit's task. Had these individuals bothered to fight them on equal terms, these men were sure that they'd have destroyed them by now. But with sorcery involved? No use, time to play dirty a bit and then hand the reigns to someone with the jurisdiction and the gear for their kind.
So, plans changed..

The witch, [member="Vytal Noctura"], must have achieved great speed to even consider using a spear against a target in the air and speeding away with a repulsor pack, but even the force wouldn't have given them the kind of speed it would have taken to him then in the chest, while they were speeding away, in the air, with a head start..
The spear nicks part of the trooper's boot, cutting slightly into the leather and the skin underneath. With a slight grunt, he attempts to kick it to the side with the steel toed half, before sendign himself up, activating the Flamer for a quick spray of flame for turning his jets and flying back towards the city, at a much higher altitude than before.

The other group continued their surge upward for a time, still raining bolts down at their enemies, before the lightning came. the sergeant looked on, pleased with their work as sith woman was launched through her own cover by the detonator's explosive payload, right into the arms of the chulan it seemed. But suddenly, one of his men lit up, his muscles beginning to spasm as a stray bolt hit him. and then another, both their jetpacks sending them zipping by through the air at high speed.

The lightning casts it's light through the skies, darkened by smoke and the impossibly large fleet above, the sheen of blue and purple sliding across the across the sergeant's visor.

"Ok Witch.. Have it your way..." the sergeant undoes his belt, clicking all three detonators and then flinging at the trio of sorcerers below one by one in rapid succession.

and then, a call came over the commlink.. "This Falken to all clan naudir forces, We're pulling out of the system.. you know where to meet up"

the sergeant tosses the now empty belt aside in frustration. before turning away, his repulsor pack carrying him away from the battle "Onyx to squad and dust, you heard the man, we're moving. Give 'em a flashy exit and get out"

Fireteam onyx does as he says, they all grab detonators and then toss them towards dewinter's company, then they turn their attention to their comrades who'd been flung off when the lighting fethed their repulsors. speeding up as fast as they can, they catch up with the out of control troopers, grabbing them and cutting them loose from the faulty packs before they inevitably crashed to the ground. with their partially wounded comrades in tow, they cloak and make their way out. before cloaking one of them turns,

"Sorry Ladies and gents, but sadly this ain't our jurisdiction" audibly followed by one of his comrades "Shut up carl you fething edgelord! Turn 'n burn! sarge's orders!"

to which the trooper sighs and cloaks like his the rest of them, probably speeding away with his repulsor pack like the others.

ooc note:

Spoiler

Sorry for bugging out like this, but I'm leaving the thread. the invasion has wasted too much of my time that could be spent threading with friends, and it's effecting their stories, otherwise I'd continue. if this for some reason effects y'all adversely, drop me a PM here or DM on discord and I'll try and work something out

 

[Nyx N1X3]

​

Location: Tanaab City Airspace
Objective: Defend Ground Assault, Attack Enemy Fighters
Equipment: Locke and Key Mechanics Scythe Fighter
Allies: CIS
Enemies: UCM

Allya Vi'Dreya had led a charge deep into the city of Tanaab even before the shields fell. Once they'd been brought down, however, it become easier to support those troops from the air. The anti-air placements would not make it easy, but no longer would pilots be caught between that and an energy field. And now Keira had ordered the Void Mastiffs in to the city proper.

Nyx had noted the Mandalorian force advancing toward the FOB as rapidly as possible as their fighters flew in. They tried to maintain cover, but few units were leaving the city as the effort was on punching through the defensive line. In truth, few units might ever leave the city from either side with the intensity of the fighting that occurred.

Their target, however, lay inside the city. Allya called in a strike on two fighters and the behemoth of an artillery unit the Mandalorians referred to as Hell's Angel. While Allya hadn't referred to it directly the massive weapon platform called itself out as a target. Yet the anti-air placements would be the most problematic in assaulting it.

They would need to stay low to avoid the heaviest concentration of fire, but that was not without its own risks. Rubble posed an issue, but ground forces could also take fire at passing fighters. Speed would be their ally in racing into the chaos. Speed to chase down the two fighters that had been destroying those that took down the city shield generator.

"Coming up on targets now. Remain aware of enemy anti-air at all times," Nyx said over the link to the squadron. They knew how to fight, but sometimes they were too eager for their own good. Minor details could spell a quick death. "And avoid catching enemy artillery." No need to be an unwitting sacrifice.

She recommended splitting up to try and box in the enemy craft, or at least the first one if they could catch them relatively unprepared. Unlikely as that might be. Once in range, Nyx would let loose with her L-s9.6 laser cannons. She saved the turret for ground presence to keep the roofs and streets clear as needed.

"Commander, has any unit requested assistance clearing artillery in the area?" Nyx inquired as she kept the pressure on their targets. There was nothing wrong planning the next attack that would occur after they brought two these two fighters. Unless these two happened to be quite skilled warriors of their own. In which case, there was nothing wrong with a challenge.

Tag: [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Keira Cerdulan"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Luna Terrik"] | [member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Trajan]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0l0YOHO5jg​

​

​

​

​

Objective: Retaliate against the attack on the FOB and unload droids near the hospital. Offer to help remove the civilians from the hospital and get them out of the war zone.​

Ships: 10 Sigma-Class Heavy Dropships, three squadrons of Droid Fighters (72'72)​

2500 Troops deployed, droids and engineers​

Tags: [member="Voph"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] | [member="Valdus Bral"] | [member="Orn Pharr"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Gianna Aegis"]​

And thus, the ground forces of Adenn attacked the FOB. As the super star destroyer rained judgment upon their unrighteous heads, the ten heavy drop ship corvettes and the three squadrons of fighters left at the FOB rose up. Their powerful turbo lasers, laser cannons, and missiles rained down upon the tanks, especially targeting the Titan class tanks, in an attempt to destroy their anti-air capabilities. After the first minute of bombardment at the ground targets, five of the corvettes broke off and headed towards the hospital.

They went around the SSD's bombardment zone, but hovering semi-close to the ground. Soon, they made it up to the hospital zone. They rose above the shield and hovered above it. Weapons ready to strike at any military target if the shields went down even for an instant, such as if they attempted to use their Anti-Air turrets locked away behind the shield.

Mig had a choice. If he opened fire upon these corvettes they would fire back. However, they did not attack any target outright of their own volition without being attacked first. However, one by one, they began to unload heavy droids outside the hospital grounds, as well as support troops and equipment, just beyond the shield. Medical equipment, shielding equipment and basic defensive guns were brought out. One by one they began to set up. However, one man, the captain of one of the corvettes walked forward, his hands in the air. When in view of the mandalorians he shoulded out with the help of an amplifier. "I can only offer this one. What you do with it is up to you. The one commanding us has shown a desire to evacuate the rest of the civilians who do not wish or cannot, fight, and get them out of the war zone. This hospital is a military target. We don't have much time. Will you work with me, or shoot at us? Up to you. Either way I have an answer." How the Mandalorians responded to this, would be up to them.

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLuNy8qfK9Q​

​

Objective: Begin Phase two​

Equipment: Blasters, Armor, Lightsaber, EMP Grenades, Frag Grenades​

Tag: [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Luna Terrik"] | [member="Nyx N1X3"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Orn Pharr"] | [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"] |

[member="Valdus Bral"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"]​

Troops: Troops: Company of Dauntless Troopers (Minor Losses) (Some separated), Platoon of Dauntless Commandos (minor losses), Regiment of droid soldiers (B1s, B2s, Droidekas, Dwarf Spider Droids) (20% loses), 0/2 Crimson Fire tanks , 0/4 OG-9 (two damaged), 0/4 AM-AT (Damaged), 0/6 AM-SVs, Assorted support troops (minor loses), 2 Squadrons of Vulture Droids (33/48)​

She watched as the Mandalorian's rushed at the FOB. It was suicide for them, with the amount of fire power in the skies. As the fighter support came in, Allya smiled under her helmet. A quick button press on her wrist command pad, and the fighters began to gather together once more, to assist the Mastiffs in taking out the fighters, and then making runs on the giant bi-pedal walker. As the corvettes came in, her fists tightened and there was true tension in her stance. She was torn...buy them time, or fulfill her mission. She shook her head, and looked at her troops. Their lives were in her hands, and she had to treat each one above all else. She simply hoped the captain was able....however, it shouldn't effect the next stage anyway.

Her comm unit blared to life. “Commander, tertiary objective completed. Forces split up. Moving on secondary objective, it should be easier to breach.” She took a deep breath, and steeled her heart. As that strange Mandalorian woman came at her, out of no where, despite their hiding....the words touched Allya. “Of course I do. I remember.” She quipped back. Images of Umbara and the fact these people protected a Mand'alor who ordered such an attack was appalling. However, Allya did not attack. There was no reason to. If one was not firing at them, they were not the enemy. However, the forces gathering under the shield HAD fired on them. And it would take a bit of creativity to destroy the last bastion on the planet the Mandalorians had.

Her and her people rushed away from that location and hide near more buildings. Her comm unit blared to life once more. She commed Darth Tacitus....her beloved Uncle. “Darth Tacitus, this is Adjudtant Vi'Dreya. Sending an encrypted message.”

She tapped on the wrist command console and wrote out a detailed message. While it was encrypted, it was also hidden in a personal code that was unique between the two of them that Tacitus had taught her during her administration education at his side earlier in life. It detailed a plan, she asked him to fire a large volley of explosive artillery from the shore of the river to the edge of the hospital shield. To make it x wide, x deep, and to use precision shots. After, she told him how to fire the volleys into the water. It would be split up into two shots. The first would be shot down stream, and a split second the second would be shot right next to the hospital in the water. The first shot would force the water's flow to be disrupted, with a lot of it flowing back up stream, then after the second one would send the water flowing through the channel created, making it the path of least resistance, which should create a massive wall of water to crash into and go through the shield, since it hadn't been designed to stop water. Once the trenches filled with water, to fire electro-shot into the channel, to light up the water logged warriors.



Allya's vehicles were being destroyed quickly. The crew members jumped out of the tanks and walkers before they exploded, many of them dying where they stood, others dove into the rubble as Allya had before. The droids however, stood proud, even as the turbolasers from their own ships came down on them, not allowing the Mandalorians to pass, until their bodies became dust from the sheer power of the Resolve.

Her scouts began to deploy devices to many of the buildings they passed through. They continued to move place to place, and attempt to avoid getting shot.

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: Bridge, The Veil
Objective: Kill [member="Aedan Miles"]
Allies: [member="Xobos Yakieer"] [member="Voph"] [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Azmodan"] [member="John Locke"] [member="Trajan"] [member="Cypher Rage"]
Enemies: [member="Dezoti"] [member="Quoron Cadera"] [member="Livia Maddox"]
Post: VI

The Exarch inhaled deeply when his eyes befell the enemy ship, yet holding out against the firepower of the Confederate armada. Whoever was at the lead of that fleet was empowered by the Force, and no small amount of luck. Darth Malphas watched as the enemy flag ship continued to elude destruction and finally, he turned from the viewport. The Sith Lord's eyes befell the Commanding Officer of The Veil. With the Exarch's presence he had been reduced to a lead staff officer, for a temporary time of course, he was tasked with guiding the Dreadnaught's deck crew and making sure the warship operated at optimal efficiency. That part of this battle, was now over. "Admiral. Take command of the Veil, halt fire on the enemy flagship and switch your focus to the rest of the enemy fleet. Start with the escorts and work your way down." The man seemed uncertain. He was an older man, with grizzled features, yet their was no light lost in his eyes. Still, the Exarch's words left him perplexed. "My lord....Where are you going?"

"To take a walk." The Exarch's words were silencing, as the chilling meaning behind them would be known to the Admiral. The officer tilted his cap respectfully, "Yes, my lord." He acknowledged, before turning to the bridge with full confidence in his command. "All ships cease fire! The enemy command ship is no longer our concern, we will begin by targeting it's heavy escorts. Command The Impression and The Sovereign to take point, we will blast through their defenses in a tri-volley firing order." The deck officers moved just as swiftly as if the Admiral's command was their own. They took his words to heart and in the next moment, the fleet's firing had shifted. The enemy flagship was safe from harm in the present moment, yet it would feel a different wrath soon enough.

The halls of the Veil were ever a refreshing sight. They were clean and pristine as if they had been crafted only moments before the warship had set out for it's latest conquest. It was actually hard to believe the ship was over a year old. Still, the marvelous interior did little to stoke the fury that bled from Malphas. This invasion should have been a simple one, a quick band-aid to see to the problem that was the Mandalorian's foothold on the galaxy. It had all gotten so complicated, as it always did. Now, the Exarch was forced to handle things his own way. The gauntlet on his waist flew to his hand, the unseen touch of the Force bringing it to his palm in such a natural motion it seemed as if it had always been there. The Exarch tapped a button on the datapad before tossing the device onto the floor beside him. His armor, which was now practically glowing with the full weight of the Dark Side, whispered into his ears, commanding his thoughts.

'They're destroying your plans.'

'You have to kill them.'

'Destroy them all.'

'BRING ME THEIR BLOOD.'

The Exarch paused, feeling the darkness wash over him in such vicious, comforting waves. It was such a splendid pain, to the point where he let out a sigh of relief. His lips curled into a sickening smirk as he let out a deep, low guttural laugh. His hand slid along the side of his face as he struggled to pull himself back whole. His vision threatened to darken, it threatened to overtake him. His breathing grew labored. It had been too long since he had taken a life, too long since he had sated the hellish bloodlust that came from his Sith Armor. The only thing that kept him anchored to the world around him was the sound of metallic feet slamming into the deck of the Dreadnaught. The Exarch lifted his amethyst eyes, which were alive with a frightful storm. Twelve of his personal guard stood before him.

The Magnaguard stood stoically. Their crimson optics both locked on the Exarch and paying him no mind in the same token. They were draped in black cloaks that spilled down onto the floor and their weapon of choice, the electrostaffs were silently held by their side. "Exarch, we are prepared for battle." The metallic voice of their commander was enough to give Malphas some semblance of control. He exhaled once again, this time it ended in a monstrous growl. The man was able to finally regain himself, looking to the Magnaguard with that same disdainful gaze he gave all droids. Were they not so damned effective he would never accept their company. He preferred human soldiers as opposed to soulless automatons, yet their results could not be argued with. The Exarch stepped forward, paying them little mind as he stood in the center of their formation. Malphas focused on the darkness. The hatred, he focused on every little thing that ever dared step foot in his path and in the next second a great surge exploded out into the Force.

~~The Deck of Mandalore's Bane~~

Perhaps the Mandalorian ship had been expertly prepared for the Naval skirmish that ensued. However, it would not likely be prepared for what was to come next. The illumination on the deck would fade and flicker as darkness overtook the Mandalorian warship. This darkness was unlike the reaches of space, which now seemed so friendly in comparison. No, this darkness was alive, it had a hunger to it that threatened to sweep over the deck's crew and devour every last one of them. It did not, however. Perhaps disorient, maybe alarm, but not devour. It did devour one, however. Who stood too close to the center of the darkness. The ring of cold steel against a sheathe was a beautiful sound to all, but the person who the steel was intended for. The Mandalorian would not see it coming.

Malphas' blade would fly through the air with swift and deadly purpose. The buy'ce was such a well defended part of the Mandalorian armor set, yet just under it was quite vulnerable to the blade of a sword. The silver Phrik was instantly painted with crimson as it severed the man's trachea and spinal cord. Bits of bone were cut as if they were paper and a scarlet spray flew through the air.

Perfect. The Exarch thought as his amethyst eyes admired his work. The darkness had yet to fade, but those eyes could be seen by all. They were the eyes of a demon come to call. When the shadows were finally broken, it was by sound, not light. The heavy hum of his guard's electrostaffs came to life and all around the deck, the amethyst weapons flew as the Magnaguard moved to engage the Mandalorians who stood before them. The Exarch turned his gaze towards the helm, where the pirate Captain had been issuing his commands. The Exarch pushed out with the Force, throwing the Mandalorian off of his blade. He looked up to the pirate and could not help but smirk a bit at the man. "My pleasure, to finally meet you face to face." The Exarch sliced his sword through the air, allowing the blood of the man he had killed to spill across the floor in a deliberate streak. The man brought the blade of his sword up, until it was parallel with his body and allowed his left hand to fall behind his back in a relaxed position just below the waist. "I thought we could settle this ourselves, one King to another."


{All Fleeting has been pushed to background, as of the start of this duel}

Adron's Equipment-

Sword
Armor

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Roon’s Spear command bridge
Objective: Defeat enemy fleet, return her people back alive, don’t fail.
Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="John Locke"], [member="Voph"], [member="Livia Maddox"]
Target tags: [member="Valdus Bral"], [member="Mig Gred"]
Mental State: Panicked
Post: 07

​

For the first few moments, Xobos didn’t know what exactly to think. One moment, the battle was being won very handily. The capital ship of the enemy was starting to smoke, and one of the emplacements looked like it had been completely knocked out. It would only be a matter of time until they exploded into a brilliant light, and the apprentice would have won her first orbital engagement of her military career.

Instead, for a brief moment, everything went completely and totally white in the space around the Roon’s Spear. Space, everything, just seemed to go quiet for just a singular moment. Like it was the most pure moment of calm before the storm. Yet, there was no indication of the storm coming. Instead, all there was as a warning was the silence. How it gripped seemingly every part of the ship and Xobos’s mind. The silence was just deafening.

But it only lasted for a moment, in the next, Xobos found herself being thrown backward, as well as most of the crew as the missile hit the ship. Instantly the entire ships’ warning sounds began to blare, which the Miraluka vaguely recognized as the ship’s way of saying that the shields had been overloaded. Though in her confused state, leaning up against the railing of the bridge, trying not to collapse, she couldn’t be sure of what she was seeing or hearing. After a few moments of standing and trying to catch her breath, she was of the right mind to slowly push herself to a fully standing position, slowly making her way back to the holotable, which was struggling to keep the ship’s forms fully composed, their shapes forming in and out of existence.

Another explosion rocked the ship, causing her to have to grip onto the holotable for balance. The lights in command center turned from their florescent blue to a light red, indicating the damage that the ship just suddenly took. This was echoed from Ora’s sentiment, speaking in her typical calm voice, despite of the one whom the voice inhabited being much less calm at the moment. “It seems as though something quite…powerful hit us.” Xobos couldn’t help but grumble, snapping back with a quick, “Oh? They did? I didn’t notice,” which she would feel quite bad about later once this was all over. She had never been one to snap at Ora, but the stress of this situation was getting to her.

Though, in the next moment, her mind turned to her crew, and what damage had just been done to the ship. Her turned to her right, fully expecting to see her officer next to her, yet only found an empty space. Instead she turned, seeing him against the wall, slumped over with his hat over his eyes. The apprentice panicked for a moment, until she saw him take in a breath. Just knocked out, for the moment, but she was without guidance. Or at least, partly, noticing the officer’s datapad lying on the floor, half cracked, but still operational.

Tapping a few buttons on the devise, it lit up with a number of statistics that she just didn’t understand. However, after studying for a moment, she understood what she needed to know. That the ships shields were gone, and that they had sustained hull damage, and were continuing to do so. It wasn’t a lot of hull damage, but it didn’t look like their shields were coming back anytime soon. Now knowing this, she placed the datapad up on the holotable, looking back to the command center to see her comms officer sitting and looking at her, awaiting orders.

The holotable lit up again with the scene of the battle, with the enemy’s capital ship in flames, and what looked to be tiny boxes flying away from it. Escape pods of a doomed ship. Yet they seemed determined to take a ship out with them, flying toward the Hive Destroyer with a speed that Xobos really didn’t like the look of. Thankfully, the ship had sustained little damage throughout the fight, and was mostly still operational. She turned to the officer, whom looked like he had gotten over his panicked state. “Tell the Hive Destroyer to power it’s engines onto full. Do not allow that big ship to hit it. Fire everything we have still operational at that ship, and tell the Providence to do the same.”

Peeling her eyes away from the sight of the massive ship careening toward her own for a moment, she noticed that the enemy’s frigate was pounding away at one of her smaller ships, whom, despite their speed, was still getting hit by proton torpedos. She spoke once again, in a clear, loud voice. “Tell Zhan’s Cannon and Inquisitors fury to destroy that frigate. Fire everything that they have at it and destroy it. We can mop up the smaller ships after.”

The rest was pretty easy to doll out. The ships that had already been engaging others would continue to do so now that they knew the Roon’s Spear was alright. As Xobos watched Hive Destroyer slowly begin to fire it’s engines to full and pull away from the much faster ship. She didn’t know if it would work, but maybe their shields would be able to sustain a non-direct hit. But at this point, she didn’t know if that ship was doomed or not.

It was this moment that Xobos noticed her officer back to standing next to her, using the holotable as a grip to keep himself upright. He looked slightly less composed than normal, more disgruntled, almost angry. As he spoke, the Miraluka could understand the inflections in his voice, knowing that he was quite surprised at the enemy’s actions. “I..I can’t believe they actually fired one…” She just watched him, silently, awaiting a continuation. In all honesty, she didn’t know completely what been fired at them. When he did continue, he looked down the small women, mouth pulled into a tight thin line. “What they fired at us is called a Baradium missile. I’ve seen it used in combat before. It’s…very dangerous, as you can see. But not only that, the residue, the radioactive residue, can be extremely hurtful to sentient life.”

The words finally clicked with the apprentice, now understanding how dangerous and terrible the action was. In all reality, they probably weren’t close enough to the planet to do much to the civilian population. However, the fact that one of those would even be fired in the first place with the risk that they were close enough, it shocked the apprentice. “That shows..how little these people care for the civilians lives, I suppose.”

V’ylin nodded, looking back to the holotable, his mouth still in that frustrated and angry line. “Lets finish these people off so we can do some good. Alright, commander?”

​

​

Task Force Fallen Raven

Spoiler

• Valiant I-Class Star Destroyer - 1K Meters – Shield damaged down to 0%, hull integrity at 90%
  CNS Roon’s Spear
  Carrying: 1 Squadron of Ghost Starfighters’s (5/12 Starfighers) – Grey Squadron (Returned back to the Roon’s Spear)

[*]Providence II-Class Assault Cruiser - 1.09K Meters – Shield down to 80%
[*]CNS Hive Destroyer

• Carrying: 4 Squadrons of Variable Geometry Self Propelled Battle Droid, Mark II (96 Starfighers) – Green (18/24), Red (17/24), Black (20/24), and Blue (12/24) Squadrons
• Carrying 3 Squadrons of Droid Tri-Fighers (48 Interceptors) – Yellow (14/16), Orange (9/16), Purple (11/16) Squadrons
• Carrying 2 Squadrons of Gidim Class Bombers (8 Bombers) – Silver and Gold Squadrons (On Standby)

[*]2 Hyper Velocity Strike Frigates (HeVeSF) 1K Meters
[*]CNS Inquisitor’s Fury – Shield’s down to 75%
[*]CNS Zhan’s Cannon – Shield’s down to 8%
[*]10 Deathstalker Class Corvettes - 640 Meters
[*]CNS The Prophet
[*]CNS Albatross Rising
[*]CNS Ryloth’s Endeavor
[*]CNS The Immortal Life
[*]CNS Bright Star – 40% shields
[*]CNS Core’s Voyager – 5% shields
[*]CNS Vicelord’s Facade
[*]CNS Naboo Priestess
[*]CNS Eternity
[*]CNS The Remorseless

Summary of Actions

Spoiler

• The Roon’s Spear takes massive damage from the missile, resulting in them firing everything they have at the Keros’ Kad.
• The Providence tries to turn to outrun the faster ship and fires it’s entire compliment of weapons at the ship.
• Both HeVeSFs turn their entire weapon systems on the Nebulon with the intention to quickly destroy it.
• Any other ship retains it's targets from the last post.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Location: Farm - a dozen miles or so out of the capital city.
Wearing: Armor
Gear: 1 Spear, Clawed Gauntlets, Blaster Pistol, Utility Belt
Allies: Confederacy of Independent Systems & Company
Enemies: MCU-Mandalorians & Compatriots - Chulan, Deathtroopers of krieg
Specific Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"]


Scherezade's flash of pain seemed only to invigorate the woman; her rallying cry heard across the open land. Ever the wildcard huntress. Someone the Nightsister might even respect if they continued to meet like this. At least until she sought to put the clans to blaster, sword, or detonator; then Vytal might seek to kill her -- but that was for another time.

One of the airborne Mandalorans did not appreciate a good harassment, and sent flames to dissuade her from pursuit. It was a sufficient deterrent considering the others of his kind, or rather the Chulan, that drew near. They were capable, Vytal granted them that, but their appearance did not restrain her efforts like fire had. Then two more Chulan soon appeared after having closed the distance under cloak. Teeth bared, the pale woman was forced to abandon the spear impaled in the dead as beskar tipped spears wielded by the Chulan sought her flesh. She dodged to the left with a flare of her short cloak to visually obscure her body from easy thrusts made by the enemy at such range. Now the enemy chose to engage in personal combat. Where had they been earlier? Not that Vytal begrudged them their tactics. She just hated them for the role their kind -- Mandalorans as a whole -- played in touching Dathomir.

As she spun about, the Nightsister exchanged weapons fire with the beasts using the blaster still in her possession.

Even a slight 'tap' by the painful silent weapon did enough damage to her armor. Vytal began to draw upon the dark power once more to survive the onslaught just before one of the airborne's gestures caught her eye. A chilling sight and one the Nightsister had narrowly avoided earlier -- detonators. Vytal turned and fled the Chulan straight for Marek's position. She ducked and wove slightly to keep the snipers from easily plotting where her head would be in the next instant, but time was short. Perhaps even the Chulan would decide to distance themselves from the apocalypse that would soon rained down on the battlefield.

"Mounds of the Ancestors," the Witch snapped as she threw an arm about Marek's waist and shot a hand out toward the deWinter woman. Green mists swept about their legs as detonators plinked and bounced merrily nearby. The very ground beneath them would sink as the earth surrounding them rose to form a cover overhead. A shallow burial, but better that then being vaporized.

Even with shelter from the raging blast, there was no doubting the potency of the munition used. The quickly formed cover wouldn't remain intact once the dust cast up by the explosion cleared.

Vytal's sharp gaze fixed on Marek as she tried not to let the pain from engaging ranged warriors creep into her voice. "What do you need to kill them all?" Perhaps even Scherezade would hear this request through her Battle Meld; or at least an echo of it that she wouldn't easily understand. Obviously Vytal had been working separately for too long and the enemy was not yet crushed before them. Time for a different tactic. Situation demanded action, and whatever she could do to compliment the slaughter of Marek and Scherezade it would be done.

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Gamble, maybe win[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: UCM[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: CIS[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Tags: [member="Nyx N1X3"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Keira zipped above the city like it was child’s play, and realistically it was for the pilot. Nothing they could throw at her would pose any legitimate threat. She had flown in much more adverse situations than this many times before.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Allya’s command came into her comm, and the pilot grinned. It was hard not to see the Hell’s Angel on the horizon. And soon Keira’s estatic voice came into the comms, seeming to all but ignore the warnings Nyx sent her way.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“We huntin’ monsters today Mastiffs! Strike low, we take out it’s support, and we kill that giant!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Man. Imagine the paycheck they could get for taking out a beast like that.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Sending out the coordinates of the Hell’s Angel to her squadron, Keira zoomed forward at breakneck speeds she had become known for. Spitting out her own command to the vessels she commanded.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Anyone with the proper toys, with me. We’re hunting the beast, everyone else? You go after the fighters.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Maybe it was a woefully low allocation of fighters, but every pilot in Mastiff Squadron was an ace. And with Vulture support? How hard could it be. The real challenge was killing one of the knees on that thing... [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Flying into view, a handful of Mastiffs broke off to engage the fighters that Allya had targeted while Keira and anyone who followed her broke down low, zooming down to try and engage the legs of the beast. Rather haphazardly Keira fired off her Solar Ionization cannons on her Ginivex-II, might as well see if they could breach these shields too. [/SIZE]

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

Tags: [member="Beth Cadera"] [member="Aditya Fitz Kierke"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Trajan"] [member="Gianna Aegis"] [member="Orn Pharr"] [member="Voph"]
Allies: UCM and our allies
Enemies: Any Confederate who dares come near my hospital
Post: 5

It wasn't long until Taozi was informed of multiple things going on at once through the comm device in her ear. First, their forces began pushing back the undead. Really, that was the best news she'd gotten so far since the Confederates arrived. Messages from a Gred soldier that Jedi had come to help... Well, she was both relieved, and enraged. How dare Jedi think they could just waltz onto her planet, into her home, and act the heroes. Her inner turmoil wanted her to tell the Jedi to get out of her hospital... But she knew they were needed, and sent back another message to the Gred soldier.

"Send the more experienced one of the two to the Pediatric Center, and the other to the Tertiary Center. Make sure they have at least 3 guards watching them at all times, and that Aditya's and Adenn's triplets get their care first. Above all, we need to make sure those three are our top priority. I will not let Mand'alor's siblings die while I still draw breath, and if those Jedi bring any harm to any of my patients... It's on your head."

Taozi cut the transmission and turned back to Beth. "Stay here, stay safe, and watch that Jedi like they were a Confederate... They might as well be." The doctor growled out the last few words before turning and walking out of the room. She checked on the other NICU infants, before going down to the ground floor to check on the soldiers still in the shield, when one of the Tal members working in the Tertiary Center ran up to her, dressed in similar scrubs to her Alor.

"Alor! The patients! They- They just- All the veterans got suited up in one of the other clan's armor, and went out to fight!"

"They did WHAT?! Who was watching them?!"

"I-I don't know ma'am! I was in the geriatrics ward when it happened, and we couldn't stop them!"

"By the ancestors... They're going to kill themselves... This isn't how they were supposed to die! They weren't supposed to die today! They-"

Taozi was cut off as she watched the Resolve move above the city. Her and the Tal doctor were frozen with anticipation and dread. They couldn't be thinking of bombarding the hospital, could they? They had two of their allies under this shield! The doctors waited with baited breath... And watched as those [member="Adenn Kyramud"] lead were bombarded instead. The Tals shook in horror, and the woman next to Taozi choked back a sob, while her Alor sunk to her knees.

"No... No... This isn't- Why?! Why here?! Taanab was peaceful! Protected! Why are they doing this?!" Taozi braced her hands on the ground as she let out a sob. How could the Confederates do this?! An aura of sorrow and anger surrounded the doctor as she sobbed. Her mental state was declining, but she didn't have the heart to calm herself down like she did up in her office. Sobs racked her body as her subordinate cried silently next to her, looking out the shield into the destroyed city. Taozi dug her nails into the grass and dirt beneath her, and screamed in anguish. Those trained in the Force would likely sense the Dark Side beginning to wrap around the doctor like a blanket in her distress, though she would never know, with her ignorance of her Force Sensitivity.

OOC Notes:

Spoiler

Edited to better reflect actions taken by Voph, and changed or added dialogue to reflect this.

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Taozi Fuyuan"]

If one could see the look on Daxton’s face at that exact moment, one would see his eye flicker in the direction of the hospital briefly as he uttered the words in low mumble. “Most interesting. This world does hold some promise after all....”

Without lowering his guard, he launched several telekinetic attacks on the hunkered down Mandalorians, watching as their weapons were forceably turned on their fellows and fired full auto at point blank range, activated grenade fell at the feet of their wielders seconds before detonating among them. For each second delay, at least 4 Mandalorians would perish from their unseen attacks as dust began to swirl around Daxton, obscuring his form into a feral shadow image.

With the Dark Lord focusing on a new target the horde of undead stopped their advance towards the hospital, for a moment they stood shock still like macabre puppets, defiled caricatures of their former selves. Then with seemingly no rhyme or reason they began tearing into each other in a wild orgy of destruction and chaos. This was dark psychological warfare, first to see dead friends and allies reanimated then watch them tear each other apart was nightmare fuel for any who witnessed it. The slaughter would continue as Daxton withdrew the energy he has invested in their reanimation, leaving behind a slaughterhouse vision of hell several blocks long, strewn with blood, body parts and who knows what else as well as tainting the area with unhealthy dose of Dark Side energy which will linger and fester over time.

 

[Gianna Aegis]

Location: In the Hospital [Hey-Friends, pls don't bombard me. I like live. Kthx]​

Tag: [member="Orn Pharr"] | [member="John Locke"]​

Allies: Confederacy + Silvers + Wounded​

UCM Tags: [member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Taozi Fuyuan"]​

Status: Blindness does not only affect the eyes.​

​

Did he know?

The Jedi Master was wise, certainly, but did he know that she had been alone more often than not? It was strange that such an extrovert found herself without close companions for the majority of her adventures. But, up until she’d taken a Padawan, that was the way of it. She made friends wherever she went—But they didn’t travel from world to world with her. Place to place. She made her own trouble just as often as she made her own luck.

The recent foray she’d made into the Silver Jedi was a surprise. Not unwelcome, but a surprise nevertheless.

They reached the front lines a lot quicker than she’d anticipated. Her words seemed to make a difference. Gianna could feel the tightness in her chest lighten when the Mandalorian spotter nodded in agreement to her offer. Apparently, his name was Typhon? The Neti beside her reiterated her sentiments in a much firmer stance. He produced a flower, something she had never seen, and the flame-haired Knight looked on in faint curiosity. He would have to teach her how to grow that.

The stress of the Mandalorian before them was evident. It was understandable, after all, they were currently standing in the middle of a warzone that was getting worse by the second. Gianna listened while he spoke. He seemed confused. “The weight of this war does not fall on one person. Nor one deed, nor one act. It is a culmination of many grievances that were already defined long before war spilled to this world. Forget what the Galaxy will say—Let them talk. Say that we forced you to let us pass if you must. The place for your innocents is not in the heart of this battle. I know you want to protect them. This was never the way. If anything, announcing their presence, and militarizing the area, made it a target. My friend and I aim to move them out of this.”

“I believe it will make a difference. Every life, makes a difference.”

She was pulled from the intended direction by the sight of a man rushing off to battle who was obviously injured. His armor was badly damaged. His helmet wouldn’t protect a thing like that. Gianna held on to his arm until he shrugged her off. When he began to speak in Mando’a she did indeed understand, though, his translation in basic was a little different. “What if you could do more for them alive? There’s always good you can do—When you’re still breathing.”

Gianna could feel it, even as she protested, that this [member="Mig Gred"] would not stop. His aura was awash with stubborn pride that felt as if it were drenched in tradition and entirely honor-bound. His step barely broke. Not even to let her check his injuries or at least patch him up enough that he would stand a chance. By all intents and purposes, he was the enemy, and yet, he would find that this young woman would treat him with as much dignity as any other acquaintance. “Gar malyasa'yr va cuyir digur! [You won’t be forgotten.]”

Her pronunciation was a little off for Mando’a, but otherwise, it was pretty good. It came from years of learning languages and being a diplomatic negotiator. If she couldn’t stop Mig Gred, at least, she would respectfully leave him with a piece of a Mandalorian proverb she had once heard. If…If he heard her over the sound of blaster fire and warcries. Perhaps remembering his culture would give him the strength to pull through. ‘The worst fate for a Mandalorian is not damnation or eternal pain. It is to merely be forgotten.’

Ilik spoke to her a little further and the Jedi Knight nodded her head slowly. She wanted to disagree…She wanted to do anything she could to stop this soldier from flying headlong into a battle that high a high chance of killing him—But how could she force that? As much as she wanted to, as much as it would haunt her, in the end, it just wasn’t her decision to make. “Thank you.”, she murmured sincerely, before stepping up onto the Claymore, along with the Master Jedi.

He called her name. Little one. Oh, how she wished she could take the same comfort in it that she had held on the medical frigate they had arrived on. Her heart hurt. They could not stop this battle here and protect the people in the hospital. Her eyes closed. Essentially, they were sacrificing one group for another in an effort to end this madness. Gianna still believed in the plan. If the Mandalorians had no reason to stay they could pull back and retreat. The Confederacy could count the threat as removed. So many people could live on both sides.

The bloodshed could stop. This world could be rebuilt—And returned to balance.

She could feel the Neti at her side and her hand reached out to lay on the wood that made his arm. Gianna…Gianna could smell his lie a mile away. She only questioned which part was a falsehood. Would they make this place safe? Would they return? Or would they save him? Her lips parted to question it, but instead, she silenced the seedlings of doubt that had begun to grow. She had no room for it. No place for it.

Today—And only today, she would permit this lie. If only so her faith remained unshaken.

The Mandalorian Claymore that [member="Mig Gred"] and his men had allotted them carried them safely through the shield. The identifiers kept them from being shot at by other Clans, however, Gianna had no idea what would welcome them beyond that point. Their arrival had been announced to someone by the name of [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] but…They were in a warzone. Gia glanced over at the Neti beside her. What they planned to do…It would take a lot out of them. She had no idea how many patients they had. Even with the trinkets that [member="John Locke"] had given her…Gianna knew it would be extremely taxing. “I’ll still need a comm to bring over some of the medical frigates unless they have their own transports. I might be able to reach someone at the FOB mentally…But I’ll need them to relay a message to the fleet to warn them that civilians will be on their way.”

After that…She didn’t really know what would happen to them. Would they become hostages? Prisoners of war? In the end it didn't matter...

Gia would rather be a prisoner that had done the right thing, than a coward, who had not. The Darksider [[member="Daxton Bane"]] that was so close to the hospital should be aware that there were now two Confederate allies inside. The ground shook when they stepped down. Explosions were going off in the distance. Fired, no doubt, by the Resolve. Gianna knew that the Confederacy tended to protect their own so the fire would have been targeted to avoid collateral damage—But it still bothered her. Death, would never, ever be something she would be able to shrug off.

The people in the hospital mattered first. The reason they remained felt negligent, especially, when it seemed that some of the injured were actually taking up arms. If they were well enough to move to fight...They were well enough to be moved off world. For the first time Gianna thought that they might be walking into a trap. Orders came through the comms on the Claymore as six guards came to escort them to preferential patients but Gianna hesitated. If they were the worst off, it made sense, but if they weren't? How could they justify that? "We will see to the sickest of your people first. Those that are closest to death and most in need. Lead us to them—No matter the ward."

Gianna would not sacrifice one life for another. She could not see to someone who was less injured, simply, because they were considered more important while someone else with mortal wounds passed on in the interim. If the medical personnel worked with them, made a list, or directed them appropriately, it was the easiest way to do the most good.

There were no heroes here. Only people.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

I did post in the Hospital but permission was given within posts. Not assuming/metagaming.

Spoiler: Gear

Heaven's Touch
Heart of Aceso
Lightsaber [Though, it is not readily seen, hidden in her robes, and rarely makes an appearance.]
Redwood Staff: [Given during the thread by Orn Pharr] A combination of Ankarres Wood and several others. A botanist might recognize the traces of Norris Root and Veshok Wook.
Other Items...May be picked up from various sources, the FOB, etc along the way.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

And there, at last, it was.

The clearances he had worked toward were neatly compiled at his fingertips, but he could not sort through the muddled code blinking into existence on the screen to do anything about it. As a slicer, Alkor was hardly a cut above. Whoever had managed to find him and respond would likely be able to lock him out of the system, given time and direct access to the network.

The most he could do for now was maintain the status quo, and assure that things continued to move steadily for the Confederates. He gnashed his teeth and started to hastily input pointless commands, the same as the new hacker, but instead of telling the network to activate anything he decided to simply ping various addresses. Send signals. Blank the memory. Reset the point of origin.

Bouncing that metadata around would buy them time, but it was a distraction at best. Someone knew they were in the tower. That's what it boiled down to. That's what they needed to take from this.

"We've been caught," Alkor explained to [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"], "but I got almost everything done before it happened, so it's a small victory for the other side at best. We're probably going to see some company soon."

Both of them had wanted that from the beginning. The sneaking around, the subterfuge- it was important, necessary even- but they wanted carnage. Both of these men truly wanted to paint Tanaab red.

Perhaps that alone had seen them sent into the shadows. The Confederacy had a way of ensuring things never snowballed too far. They had seen the damage from Tacitus at Copero. Now, they were far more wary of rogue elements.

They wouldn't let stray blasts from a destroyer burn innocent homes, nor would they allow monsters to frolick in the streets doling out wanton slaughter.

"The landers are moving in, and," he gestured toward the Resolve in low orbit, "it appears we've won the day. Let's not count our blessings yet, though."

[Hack Interrupted]

[member="Cleru"]

 

[Srina Talon]

---

​

---

Location: Taanab - Ground [Edge of Pandath]​

Tags: [OPEN] + [member="Garza"] + [member="Naast'ika Laaran"] + [member="Duckie deWinter"]​

Allies: CIS + Friends​

Enemies: UCM + And Friends​

Quote: "Those who want peace should prepare for war and be strong."​

---

​

---

The strange ship kept circling. Round and round [[member="Naast'ika Laaran"]] it went but the oddity hadn’t attacked as of yet. The pale Echani kept an eye on it, but, if it didn’t fire she had bigger problems to worry about. Keeping track of the Droid Army that was descending, the heavy, heavy presence of starfighters engaging the Confederate Fleet, ensuring the FOB survived, and a multitude of other things that kept her busy. Only after hearing a strange quacking noise did she realize that the small bird that seemed to travel with Garza had taken residence between her boots.

Silver eyes flickered, emotionless, and pale. The hells was this creature doing?

Srina bent, briefly, and picked up the duckling and held it to her face for a moment. Her gaze narrowed but she shook her head and tucked it up beneath the blue of her cloak. Surrounded by soft fur and warm body—He should be fine. “If you bite me I will eat you for dinner.”

She could see that invading forces had been launched from the Resolve [@Voph]. Even this far back, she could see the SSD, and the datapad she held issued corroborating information. Archon Bombers had been sent out to deal with critical targets that involved the immediate goals of the Confederacy. They would interrupt supply lines, take spaceports, and remove the ability for the enemy to hunker down. Droids would outlast organics when provisions became limited. Most considered B1-Battle Droids to be inferior. Perhaps, they were, alone.

But in the thousands? They were a legion.

And that wasn’t the only model the Confederacy had brought to bear. Oh, no. All had a purpose in this war and the smallest Exarch would see it done. Garza intuitively began to move toward Pandath. His massive frame shook the earth. They approached from the side, to allow enough room, so that they wouldn’t crush Confederate Forces. She became aware of [member="Darth Tacitus"] the moment he entered the airspace. Much like [member="Darth Metus"] or [member="Adron Malvern"]…They were easily recognizable.

At a report that the FOB was taking damage [[member="Adenn Kyramud"]] Srina sent a missive to Kainan. He rarely went by that name anymore, but, that was how she knew him. His name a as a Sith Lord was always secondary to her, mostly, because his demonic eyes, and even his claws, did not define him in her eyes. Everything that mattered lay within. And what lay within? Was still Kainan Wolfe. “Provide support for the FOB. They’re taking a beating and could use aid. Be mindful that there are Confederates on the front lines—But hit them hard.”

The soldiers that @Visanj T’shkali had provided were very preoccupied with the ship that kept circling. Srina let them do their duty, and instead, guided Garza toward some of the turbolaser towers that were still active. They were a good distance apart, thankfully, but it wouldn’t feel nice for her child to get nailed by shot after shot. She would protect him as much as she could but the Echani wanted to remove as many threats as possible. “Watch where you step, child mine.”

The giant beast paused in mid-motion and instead of crushing a stray cat managed to somehow step around it. Srina gave a distant smile and reached to pat the creature gently on the snout. The messiest parts were ending. Now, they had to be precise, and systematic. This war would not be won in a day, but in several, or more, they would sweep over Tanaab.

“Let them know we are here.”

As if they couldn’t be seen from three miles away. Garza released a hellish sound, a roar, and the young woman could only stand tall. She would guide him to crush as many of the turbolasers as possible and walk the city line. He was slow, but, something so large actually covered a lot of ground in every step. If they got attacked—They had plenty of support.

Her child had many weapons. Let them come. Victory, was all that mattered.

Spoiler: Equipment

Weapons

HG-54 "The Vora" Class Verpine Hand Cannon [Strapped to Waist]
Lightsaber [Red Blade/CrossGuard] [Hidden Under Cloak]
Holdin' Aces [Ring]
Ring of Aspiration [Ring]
Te'Kyr [Ring]
Sabnach Series Disruptor Grenade [x3]

Armor

Basic Flight Suit [Only, in Fighter]
Heart of Cold
Terentatek Body Glove - Full resistance to standard telekinetics, pronounced resistance to advanced telekinetics.

Miscellaneous

ORACLE [AI]
Holo-Comm [Communication Device]
Advanced Combat Lenses (HUD)
Scarecrow Device
Ri-Qorit Device Mk II

Ship
Neural Distortion Beam [On Fighter]
Ghost Fighter