Exodus Crash | CIS Invasion of UCM's Eshan Hex

Darth Banshee · Feb 21, 2019

Objective: Survie
Allies: ME [member="Kaine Australis"]
Enemy:[member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Srina Talon"]
Equipment: LightSaber, Armour, Healing Amulet, Echani Shield
Ship: H.M.S. Carrnia

9x Noctule 1 squadron damage or destroyed (in space)
2x Pipistrelle with Photon Torpedoes heading to the bridge
6x Pipistrelle with no bombs 4 squadrons destroyed (heading to carrier)
1x company of palace guard at 50% strength
500x Droids left from the first wave 1816 scrapped
2 further waves of 2214 in each wave
3rd wave of 492

Her forces fell back in good order and took up a defensive postion, inside the wreckage of the Star Destroyer. The dust was everywhere, and her force breaking gas had dissipated with it. She was waiting for the counter attack, on her now depleted forces. As even though [member="Darth Tacitus"] was dead, and she has his corpse in her custody as prove. He still had troops there, who survived that as well. Them and who knows who else would reinforce that position, as she could not see what was happening with the all dust her. Her fighters need to go back to the carrier, as they need more weapons to fight with. she was held up inside a damaged drop ship, she was healing herself. As she did not come out that without injury, and she was feeling the effects of using the forces so much. She was drained from making a force bubble, and keeping it together while it was being pounded from debris from the ship. That the man brought down on them both, though it was providing cover now for her men. Her amulet was healing her, but it would take time, and then she would have compose herself to regain her strength.

As she waited her dropships came closer with the second wave of troops, she desperately need them to reinforce her postion. They where coming in cloaked, but they where unlike last time coming in hot. The left streaks in sky, as they burned through the atmosphere. They also experienced a lot of turbulence, fortunately they where droids, so they where not going to start feeling sick. They where to land at her postion, as soon as it was possible. As without them getting here she was defenseless, against any major counter attack.

TO EVERYONE

Her Pipistrelles came out from space, they headed straight for the bridges surrounding the city. As drew close to their targets, they decloaked and fired straight away. They fired proton torpedoes at the bridges, destroying what was left of them. They went with a bang, and fell into the water below. Then they turned to shoot it again, so the rubble could not be used as a makeshift bridge. Their orders where simple, seal off the city so only transports, could be used to get in and out of their. This cut off reinforcements entering the city, so all in who where in their, had fight until one side or the other had control of the skies. Then they turned to help keep their queen safe, with all proton torpedoes used up.

Alkor Centaris · Feb 21, 2019

Location: Eshan City, Outskirts
Allies: [member="Ryndrae Talon"], [member="Kyle Whir"]
Enemies: [member="Rhaegar Nemesis Dib"]

Though he did not tarry long enough for the entire conversation, [member="Naedira Darcrath"] called out to him. She called the man a monster, and bid him to take Rhaegar's life. She could not have understood the connection between the two men, or why Alkor intended to do just that. He had to wonder absently if she would have said the same of him under different circumstances.

No, he was certain she would.

He cut a swath through the ruined city street at high speed, managing with great effort to avoid stumbling in the newly opened cracks or over an uplifted patch of duracrete. His former kinsman called down empassioned words and promised him death. In that, at least, they were agreed. Only one of them would leave here.

There was a slight difference between them, however. Rhaegar hurled massive debris toward him, and as he ascended the upheaved ground there was no safe passage. They hurtled toward him, and he responded in the only way he could.

Plasma seared through the mass of crete and rock at extreme speed, coupled with all the weight of his body to spur it onward. Alkor felt the impact like a mighty tackle to his entire body, wracking him with pain as he smashed straight through. It broke off in two uneven halves on either side of him, rolling toward the earth below as he continued on an unbroken charge.

The other boulder flew over him as he dipped low, skirting his back and hurtling toward those behind him, threatening to flatten anyone who was not ready to respond quickly. Hopefully, [member="Lucien Rayne"] wouldn't get hurt too badly.

When he rose once more, he threw his entire body into the effort and- aided by the Force, tainted by his anger, the anguish and suffering of the Echani, and the energies offered up to him by [member="Adron Malvern"], Alkor threw himself airborne and surged toward his foe at blinding speed.

He hit the rooftop, rolled to his feet and ignited his blade once more. The orange blade ripped upward toward Dib from below, seeking to strike him at around the right hip and continue its diagonal path skyward. The Blood of Copero that burned in the heart of his weapon made it more vicious, more resilient- and it lusted for the taste of flesh.

Alkor, unlike Rhaegar, desired no forgiveness for what had to happen here. He would beg for nothing from his lost brothers and sisters, because he had damned himself to this fate and the man before him had chosen this path for himself.

"No hard feelings, then," he hissed from behind clenched teeth.

ToKola Bakari · Feb 21, 2019

Location: Eshan City, Outskirts
Objective: Evacuation Procedure
Tags: [member="Naedira Darcrath"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Ryndrae Talon"]

So much was happening that Lucien could not understand. As he leaned down into the rubble his eyes cut as it exploded out, his spear flying to him in the next moment. He snatched it out of the air while looking to his Master with an agitated expression. "Sorry, it was my first time a karking starship fell on me." He exhaled, before looking to the Mandalorian they'd been charged to protect. The man was angered, filled with the Dark Side and it sent a cold, distancing chill through Lucien. He demanded to fight this battle alone? Be my guest. Was all Lucien could think as the man bounded off, back into a hellish combat.

Lucien spun his spear in a brief flourish, clearing it of dust and dirt. As it landed on his shoulder he looked to Naedira with an arched brow. "You gonna show me how to do that?" He asked, jerking his head towards the man with a noticeable interest. "So far all I can do is lift a pebble. I think I've got room for improvement." He snorted, before his eyes took to the skies. Most of the debris had slammed into the world, leaving the skies mostly clear. When Naedira spoke, Lucien jerked his head away from the city. "The briefing said there is a clearing about a mile that way. It's through some of the surrounding trees but it should be big enough to start an evacuation zone. If we can start leading citizens out of the city we can use it to get them the hell out. Anyone who can't be moved, we can get once we've cleared the majority and-"

His words were cut off as the land under them seemed to shimmer. The integrity of the ground beneath them had been horribly compromised and it surely showed in minor shifts. "....and gives the land time to settle. Besides we're still fighting a battle. If we try to land ships near the city they'll just be shot down." He explained. With nothing more to say Lucien turned away from his master, heading for the clearing he'd spoken of. "I'm scouting ahead. Once I find some place good I'll comm the drop ships. Don't worry I'll be careful." He said, anticipating a warning to come from Naedira.

Shia Kryze · Feb 21, 2019

Location: Eshan City, advancing on the crashed SD
Allies: CIS
Enemies: [member="Darth Banshee"] -
Equipment:

Prudii'hecr - Shadow Owl (shoulder mounds w/ micro-rocket launchers)
Old One Eye
Darksaber
Blade of the Ancestors Blood
DT-29 heavy plaster pistols (2)
MM-27 Rhyno Heavy Pistol
VT-LRS Rifle
LK Sweeper
Forcebreaker Grenades
Thermal Detonators

Units:

The drums thundered in her mind. A thousand hands hammering out the call to battle.

Reports filtered in from the Raven Owls - the Palace was the site of heavy fighting with what appeared to be Sun Guard and colossal Sithspawn.

Thyrsians. They could take care of themselves, honourless scum. She imagined - no, she knew that the Defiler and the Dar’manda was there was well.

She wondered, almost absently, where Yasha was - this would have been a fine place for sisters to meet.

Then she caught the scent of death to the rear of the CIS advance, a heroes death - the death of a monster, perhaps, but it did not matter to Shia how a person had lived once they had passed, only how they had died. This one had died on his feet... fighting a Sith.

“Dar’jetii forces to the rear, turn and advance, open formation.”

There is perhaps nothing in the galaxy like the sight of exceptionally trained Mandalorians on their war droids - and this branch of Kryze were born to the saddle - particularly not when they wheel as one and race down empty streets - insofar as bes’uliik race - the Raven Owl’s lighter scout units out in front of the Shrike’s central, massed core and with the slow, lumbering heavy support walkers of the Fire Owls following, their mass drivers spitting out a constant torrent of death to supress opposition to the advance.

They overtook the spot where [member="Darth Tacitus"] fell, and for a moment the advance stopped as Shia dismounted and knelt. This one was not Mando’ade, but...

... but he had died as one, on his feet and still fighting.

“Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum Tacitus, rest uneasy on the plains of blood, drink of the slaughter, atone and relish.”

The faintest silver light surrounded Shia, the battlefield hushed and the Kryze warriors swore the city turned to a hazy broken and bloody plain around them for a moment, as Shia’s unique talents ushered the General into his reward - and he would see it as such - in the Nether.

“May the Force be with you.”

Then she remounted in a single bound.

“Target that obscene wreck.” She flicked target markers across her vision, locating the weak spots her scouts had identified. “Open it up, I wish to meet this man’s killer in person and test her blade.”

She was to be denied any of her prizes this day, but she had eternity to hunt them. For now, she would settle for killing his killer and sending her to the same place, so they might battle forever in the afterlife.

Or at least driving her off-world.

From behind her there came the snap-roar of masses of metal moving at hypersonic speeds. Followed swiftly by a follow on barrage of shatter missiles to pry open the gaps in the improvised fortification that was the crashed, shattered hulk of the kilometres long Star Destroyer within which [member="Darth Banshee"] currently sheltered.

“Ready the charge.” She said to her second. “The word is indeed Tor.”

Fawn Alzi · Feb 21, 2019

Location: City outskirts
Objective: Cling to life
Allies: CIS, Mandragora, [member="Asher Mossa"], [member="Kasca Fen"], [member="Veronika Fleischer"]
Enemies: Mandalorian Empire, [member="Grosck Bah'azet"]
Gear: Lightsaber, wooden staff, knife, 30 undead minions

It felt as though the entire city was coming apart at the seams. What happened elsewhere was none of her concern, save for the fallout that came crashing through them in the form of torrential waves and debris. Fawn had suffered cuts here and there, some perhaps from the rocky exteriors of her opponents, some perhaps from the rubble of buildings or streets. Her eyes were no less bestial in their wrath, and neither were the eyes of the Doashim beneath her.

With Grosck himself forcing his way towards her, swinging with strength Fawn wasn't expecting, cutting cleanly through the neck of her mount, causing the rest of its body to stumble and come crashing down and taking her with it. She found herself beneath it, trapped between it and the corpse of one of the man's brutes, not to mention her own fallen dead, unable to pick themselves up in their broken states. They writhed all around her, and soon she was buried further under the severed upper half of one of her corpses as it fell into the pile.

Her legs begged her to cry and scream in pain under the weight of the Doashim, but an overwhelming sense of urgency demanded that she remain as calm as she could. The power was still intoxicating, dulling the pain ever so slightly. The noises of the dead around her... their groans and growls, the tearing of their flesh and innards, it surrounded her. The world around her grew darker as it faded from her eyes. There was only death in that moment.

Only death.

Even the dead bat at the end of her staff seemed to writhe in its death, screeching in the agony of undeath. All of the unmarked graves she dug up, all of the pale faces and bones she was met with, all of that death, it made her mind... different from what it was. And even still, as she found herself trapped in death, it sent a chill to her very core, the chill of existential fear. It felt as though her breath was escaping her, like her body wasn't working right anymore. The empty eyes of the dead under her control, they kept staring at her as if awaiting instructions, but all she could see was their gnawing teeth, their bony, cold, sharp fingers, the deathly embrace they represented.

For a moment, she felt herself relinquishing what was left of her will, giving herself to that embrace. But there was something more, something keeping her there in the moment, in the physical world. On Eshan. As a witch. As Fawn.

She held out her hands to force push the Doashim painfully off of her legs as she cried out finally, freeing herself of her dead and standing despite the damage that had been done to her legs and ankles. She faced Grosck, wet from head to toe in both water and gore, holding out her lightsaber and tossing her staff to her side. She would kill this beast. She would kill him and mount his head on her wall.

Kyyrk · Feb 21, 2019

Objective: Survive
Allies: CIS and Friends
Enemies: Mandalorians, and any who would seek to cause more harm to the Echani people.
Loadout: Armor, Lightsaber, Ri Qorit Device
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Cay-Yo"] [member="Jerek Zenduu"] [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] [member="Valdus Bral"] [member="Azure Djitred"]

Voph was struggling to push himself to his feet. But he couldn't. His armor was too heavy. It felt as though a few ribs were cracked. Voph hadn't been able to cushion his fall. And the darkness confirmed his worst fear.

The Device didn't work.

He reached up scrabbling at the seals on his helmet, and ripped it off just in time. The nausea was overwhelming, and what little his stomach had to reject was soon laying on the floor. Voph heard the loud crash of a body landing near him, and he was about to lurch forward, when it was followed with an all too familiar popping sound. Voph lurched to the side, attempting to roll onto his back and out of the line of fire. But it was too late. The slugs ripped through his armor, and blood began to pool on the ground below him. Voph coughed with the impact, using his momentum to keep rolling back to a crouching position.

With a great effort, he pulled himself to his feet. Focus. He had to focus. Or he would die. Nothing else mattered. Not the palace. Not the war. Voph only cared about getting Cardinal out. Voph was expendable. Cardinal was not. His hand stretched out towards Cardinal's body, finding purchase around the man's chest. With a superhuman effort, Voph pulled Cardinal up, straining to support both his weight, and the weight of his armor on top of it. His right arm came up, pointing in the direction the shots had come from.

The Palace shook again. The worms had come back. Voph could feel the beads of sweat forming on his brow, his jet black hair hanging freely about his head now freed from his helmet. Voph was panting heavily under the stress. Should he fight? Should they run? The worm was bound to bring the palace down on them. And try as he might...Voph didn't have it in him. His fist squeezed around the activation trigger for his wrist mounted flamethrower. But he was bleeding, beaten, shot, and bruised. And the Mandalorian had hardly done anything. "Those creatures will bring this palace down around us. You've civilians in the lower levels."

Voph didn't know if they were being evacuated. And without the force, it was a blind gamble. But it was one he had to take. "Let us go. Help your people. We have a bigger enemy to worry about." Voph could feel the world spinning around him. Without the force to assist him, he wouldn't last long. He just had to pray that his opponent really did care about the civilians still present. Voph knew as well as anyone that it was possible to be a part of something, yet not share their ideals. He just hoped this Mandalorian wasn't as blood thirsty as the rest...

Valdus Bral · Feb 21, 2019

Location: Palace Throne Room.
Objective: Defend the Palace from CIS invaders. Defeat [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] and [member="Voph"] [completed] . Help [member="Azure Djitred"] load civilians into transports.
Allies: [member="Azure Djitred"]
Opponent: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] , [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] , @Cay-Yo , [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] , [member="Srina Talon"] , [member="Tathra Khaeus"] and any CIS player who is attempting to get to the Palace or disrupt evacuation proceedings.
Post: 12
Battle Theme: Carolus Rex - Sabaton

Valdus' body lurched slightly to the right as a particularly large tremor rumbled through the palace. He looked around, his helmet tilting upwards only slightly. What the new arrival said was true. Further evidence was provided when [member="Azure Djitred"] 's voice rung out from his helmet commlink. He didn't bother responding, he knew that whatever he said would sound much too static-ridden and choppy to understand.

Valdus holstered his Mandalorian Ripper with a stiff, firm motion that even [member="Voph"] could hear as if the action was purposefully loud. Valdus's visible left eye twitched left to right as he thought over the current situation. He could kill this man now, he had made no such unspoken promise to [member="Voph"] as he had with [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] . While killing them both may avoid any revenge from Voph, there was no real way that Cardinal would be able to remove himself from the unstable palace building before it eventually gave way. He took in one long, deep breath in and then exhaled it.

Valdus beant his knees, gripping both Naast and his shield, then storing Naast on his belt sheath. " I will let you live, I told this one - " raising his right hand's index finger to point at Cardinal, " That he'd live. That's the price of your life." Valdus then lowered his hand, placing it behind his back and yanking downward harshly on whatever he was gripping. A dull snap could be heard by Voph, then a loud metallic clank, and finally skittering as a medkit would impact one of his legs. " I will restore your magic, but when I do - if you try to come after me, the civilians, or any of my comrades ... I will kill you."

That was the last thing he said to [member="Voph"] before raising his right hand and motioning a 'follow me' order to the ten SLaM droids that followed out from behind their respective pillars. If Valdus was not stopped by [member="Voph"] or [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] he'd exit with the SLaM droids to assist [member="Azure Djitred"]. Several minutes would pass before the Defense Droids carrying their reptilian payloads would hover quickly outside of the throne room, taking with them their nullification field.

Meanwhile, the airborne forces of Valdus began to descend. Anything with passenger capacity was landing while fighters covered them. His Wardens , Advance Guard, Ram'ser, and Devastator units pushed through one of the side doors that they had previously been guarding. The side door was large enough for a large humanoid like the Devastator to travel through, but not large enough for his two AT-AD's, two R-36 war droids, nor Cuddles the Rancor to to go through. They would need to go out through the front door if they wished to exit the Palace. Luckily though, the duo of R-36 had two fully operation Cabur Shields and every aforementioned unit very easily classified as "super heavy" . On their own that group would be incredibly powerful. If Valdus was not stopped he'd reach Azure's location , " Transports are waiting on the side of the Palace, my fighters will cover - including whatever else is being sent our way. Your beast [Cuddles] will need to be taken by a particularly large transport. Call for it, if we don't have one already." Just then the flight of Vipers from [member="Mig Gred"] flew over top of the Palace, engaging whatever enemy fighters were left over the Eshan Palace airspace along with his remaining Fang Fighters and ARC-170's.

Durasteel Medkit: This durasteel case is stamped with the Bral clan Mythosaur and contains the following: 2x TriSpray , 5x sterile bandages, 1x medical splint, 1x medical tourniquet, 1x sterile medical wipe.

MAIN FORCE: Within the Palace, posted on windows and the interior balcony that overlooks the foyer.
Commander: Valdus Bral
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Troops:
M. Adv. Guard (12/12) [veteran shocktroop]
M. Adv. Guard (12/12) [veteran shocktroop]
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Elite:
M. Ram'ser (1/1) [elite recon sniper]
M. Wardens (11+1 Super H. Droid [12/12]) [elite point defense]
M. Wardens (11+1 Super H. Droid [12/12]) [elite point defense]
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Transport:
Beviin H. Transport (4/4) [heavy transport]
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49 Infantry, 4 Transports

RESERVE FORCE: Stationed within the Palace walls.
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Troops:
Echani Militia (30/50) [Recruit Militia]
SLAM droids (25/25) [Trained Infantry]
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75 infantry

REINFORCEMENTS 1st WAVE:
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AT-AD
AT-AD

REINFORCEMENTS 2ND WAVE:
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Transport:
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LAAT/X

Elite:
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Devastator w/ dual AC-12's

Troops:
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8x SLaM droids

Support:
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10x Defense Droid-

FIGHTER WING: Covering the Transports as they land, also engaging [member="Voph"] 's and any other CIS airborne targets directly over the Palace or engaging Palace based friendlies.
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Fang Fighters (9/14)
ARC-170's (8/12)
Viper Interceptors (6/6)

Derek Dib · Feb 21, 2019

Location: on planet
Allies: [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Enemies: [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Kaine Australis"]

Groups 1 & 2 had landed, the Nest Carriers disgorging their droids quickly in order to make room for the refugees that the other USC soldiers were ushering to the other ships that had landed. The defensive measures of the Nest Carriers kicked on. Many of the echani being loaded no longer resembled the fair skinned, pale haired race. Ash and dirt stained their complexions, blood and soot dyed hair. Hunched frames as they carried wounded loved ones, the elderly, and the young would lead many to assume that their spirits had been broken. But a glance into smoldering eyes revealed the depths of their character ran deep. This travesty would not break the people of Eshan.

Derek, Lucian, and lil Richard unloaded their blaster rifles toward the monstrous form of Tathera.

A sensation ran along the length of the Viceroy's spine. Soldiers considered it a sixth sense, a forewarning that someone had you in their cross hairs or a sensation of imminent danger that one felt right before an ambush. For Force users it was a bit different. For many it worked subtly, a feeling that something was wrong. For others it was like an alarm sounding within your head.

Derek had trained with the Baran Do Sages before leaving Dorin and continuing his training. He had been a warrior for the order before receiving training on Dathomir. His instincts were honed to razor sharpness. Now add the extra boost from [member="Adron Malvern"] and the threat from Kaine was like receiving a spotlight illuminating the source. Derek collasped his left leg, kicking off with his right to roll across the ground as he shouted to his compatriots.

"Danger close! On our six!"

He hit and rolled, springing to his feet already in motion as the rifle tracked the flying mando aiming at the neck joint of the man's armor. Behind him Lucian had responded in kind, rolling the opposite direction, his shots tracing toward the mando's repulsor boots in an attempt to bring the armored figure to the ground.

Richard, however, had not been as lucky. He was busy empting the power cell of his rifle at @Tathera Khaeus as he heard the warning. Reaction was slow and as he began to turn he felt the impact twice in his chest. Armor had shredded inward, rounds and shard perforating his chest cavity with a spray of red mist. Eyes opened in shock before the spark of life glassed away. Roaring in anger Derek continued his barrage on the mando as Lucian doubled his own efforts.

MEANWHILE IN SPACE ...

Location: in space
Allies: [member="John Locke"] I [member="Kiff Brayde"]
Enemies: [member="Quoron Cadera"]

Captain Smoke still stood as a statue upon the bridge of the USC Kraken. The vein throbbed to the tempo of his pulse across his temple as he restrained himself from ordering the full might of the 7th Fleet into the fray. The ships held their formation unerringly just waiting for an enemy vessel to fire upon them and release the Navy to engage. Yet they held their proverbial ground.

A transmission came in from the Valiant II, Captain Dee giving a report. "Valiant I has no propulsion. Are shields are getting chewed on sir, what are our orders?" Captain Smoke thought for a moment before leaning forward and laying out the plan carefully and quickly.

With the transmission ended the bridge crew of the Kraken watched as the Valiant II picked up speed, the Valiant I being pulled along beside them. Shuttles and escape pods began firing from the Valiant I as the two Star Destroyers barreled straight for the Indomitable.

Fleet

U.S.C. 7th Fleet, Auxillary Command

Flagship: USC Kraken (SD-584 "Leviathan" Class Star Destroyer)
CIS Valiant 1 (Valiant I Class Star Destroyer)
CIS Valiant 2 (Valiant 2 Class Star Destroyer)
USC Avenger (Gunray-class Star Destroyer)
USC Freedom(Tambor-class Star Destroyer)
USC Defender (Enmesh-class Interdictor Cruiser)

x2 Sentinel-class Patrol Frigate
~ USC Sentinel's Revenge
~ USC Sentinel's Favor

x8 Blastoise Armored Escort Cruiser
~ USC Hawkbat
~ USC Blade
~ USC Valeria
~ USC Widow's Snare
~ USC Onyx
~ USC Gamora
~ USC Ivory Wish
~ USC Faust

x2 Diamond-Class Carrier Mk:II
~ USC Diamond's Glare
~ USC Diamond Cut

x2 Nest Class Carrier Cruiser
~ USC Razor's Nest
~ USC Mynock's Nest

Actions

U.S.C. 7th Fleet, Auxillary Command (under Captain Smoke's command):

Flagship: USC Kraken (SD-584 "Leviathan" Class Star Destroyer)
USC Avenger (Gunray-class Star Destroyer)
USC Freedom(Tambor-class Star Destroyer)
USC Defender (Enmesh-class Interdictor Cruiser)

x2 Sentinel-class Patrol Frigate
~ USC Sentinel's Revenge
~ USC Sentinel's Favor

{Forming a triangle formation, Kraken at point, Freedom left, Defender right. A Sentinel on either side of the Kraken. The Avenger behind the triangle formation. All starfighters and gunships deployed and dispersed within formation. A holding pattern, holding fire )

1st Group:
x4 Blastoise Armored Escort Cruiser
~ USC Hawkbat
~ USC Blade
~ USC Valeria
~ USC Widow's Snare
x1 Diamond-Class Carrier Mk:II
~ USC Diamond's Glare
x1 Nest Class Carrier Cruiser
~ USC Razor's Nest
x7 MAAT/I Dropships
x5 LAAT/A Dropships

2nd Group:
x4 Blastoise Armored Escort Cruiser
~ USC Onyx [DESTROYED]
~ USC Gamora
~ USC Ivory Wish
~ USC Faust
x1 Diamond-Class Carrier Mk:II
~ USC Diamond's Cut
x1 Nest Class Carrier Cruiser
~ USC Mynock's Nest
x6 MAAT/I Dropships
x4 LAAT/A Dropships

(1st Group and 2nd Group have landed. The Nest Carriers are disgorging their droids while the other shuttles are loading refugees and survivors.)

The Eclipse circles the palace, while
(CIS Valiant I & CIS Valiant II are still headed straight at the Indomitable-Class Battlecruiser, Acclamater, firing all weapons.

- 44 Heavy Turbolaser Cannons
- 20 Heavy Torpedo Launchers
- 12 Hypervelocity Cannons
- 10 Medium Ion Cannons
- 40 Turbolaser Batteries

The Valiant II is towing the Valiant I beside them as shuttles and pods are firing from Valiant I

Pei Ven · Feb 21, 2019

Location: Eshan – Medical camp
Allies: [member="Iapo Sim"] [member="Luna Terrik"] [member="Rato Hus"]

Objective: 2 – Survive and evacuate
Fighting With: Echani loyalists and space debris

Pei jumped out of the way of the star destroyer bits that fell to the ground. He ran into the tents, and began to pull out injured from them, literally piling them onto himself, as he ran out. A flaming piece of metal struck the tent behind him. This was no operation. It was a slaughter on all sides. Something had gone horribly wrong. It was a horrible hell like situation. He ran back and forth. Pei pulled civilian and Dauntless from the wreckage alike. He had always been lucky, and it was probably the only thing that saved him from the horrible things going on.

He tapped his comm. “Bring in an evac shuttle, immediately. I'll get everyone out of here. Hurry!” One of the shuttles that brought them in, warmed itself up, and was soon in the air to their location. Blaster fire began to die down, as people simply ran for their lives. No one knew what was happening. It was run of be slaughtered as the fires raged. One by one, Pei pulled people out, put out fires in tents, and did his best to solve the damage. However, through it all, he looked for Luna. He couldn't find the commander anywhere.

Panic began to set in, as he moved from place to place. Soon Dauntless shuttles filled the sky with Vulture droid escorts. “Drop drop drop!” They lowered their ramps, and he heaved the bodies of their soldiers into the shuttled. Dauntless first, he had to help what was his before he could help the others. One after another they got loaded under his watch. However, it was then he got the call from Iapo. “I'm on my way, stay tight.”

He pushed through rubble, and dust. The man forced his way through, and cleared a path to Luna the Iapo using pure adrenaline. His body would hurt bad come morning, but for now, it didn't matter. “I got you both, come on. Medics! Over here!” Soon, a stretcher was brought over, and Luna laid on it. Pei grabbed Iapo around the waist, and pulled her arm over his shoulder, to support her. He walked with the devronian to the same shuttle as they loaded Luna. Together, he and her entered the craft. “Launch....send in support to help the injured, we wary of ambushes....” Finally, Pei collapsed against the seat. This day hadn't gone like anyone expected. But they were on their way out.

Kyyrk · Feb 21, 2019

Objective: Evac
Post: Final
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Cay-Yo"] [member="Jerek Zenduu"] [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] [member="Valdus Bral"] [member="Azure Djitred"]

[youtube]https://youtu.be/Df5S38NPlVo[/youtube]

Voph kept his arm leveled at Valdus as the man spoke. He said he was letting them go. But Voph was wary. He'd known too many Mandalorians to expect this one to be a true honor bound warrior. And yet he felt the clank of the medpack hit his boot, and soon enough, the world began to come back into focus. Voph looked around for a moment, before determining he and Cardinal were alone in the palace. He fell back to the floor, letting Cardinal's body slip from his arms. Voph scrambled to the medpack, picking it up and using the contents to treat Cardinal. Maybe the Mandalorian wasn't that bad after all. Voph felt himself growing weaker.

Voph pulled his wrist to mouth. "Voph to Scion, we need evac. Dominus Prime is down." Voph coughed, and spat blood. He pulled his other hand to his chest. He was fairly certain that one of the slugs had hit close to his lung. Either way, he didn't have a lot of time. He reached out, and picked up his helmet from the pool of sick it was laying next to. He picked up the limp form of Cardinal, and began to carry him outside the palace. But not out into the fray. No. He moved back up to the higher levels, back towards the roof. Everything became a blur, and the sounds of war grew distant.

Next thing Voph realized, a shuttle was moving closer to the window, and a pair of Octarchy soldiers were reaching for Cardinal, pulling him inside the ship. Voph stepped in, and dropped his lightsaber as the door closed. For them, the battle was over. He vaguely felt the soldiers helping pull his armor off, and the clatter of Cardinal's sword hitting the floor near him. Shouts for a medkit, and being leaned back so he was laying on the floor of the shuttle. It was then that Voph realized he was tired. Very tired. His arms went limp, and his head rolled to stare at Cardinal, being tended to by another pair of soldiers.

The Mandalorian had let them live. Another day to fight. Voph tried to sit up, but the world around him spun into black. Rest. He needed rest. He vaguely heard the voice of the Scion's Captain speaking over the channels as the shuttle slipped into the black expanse of space. "The Dominus Prime is away. All Octarchy Forces, Gather any remaining civilians, and get to safety..." Voph's head tilted back to meet the cold metal of the shuttle floor. For now, it was over. He was alive to fight another day.

He could only hope that he'd done enough.

Fin.

OOC: It's been a blast, yall. Cardinal Evac'd with the writer's permission. For those writers still on the ground, keep up the good fight.

Kiff Brayde · Feb 21, 2019

OBJECTIVE: Destroy that big fricken battlecruiser
SHIP: The Benevolent Pride, an Adjudicator-class Star Destroyer
ALLIES: [member="Derek Dib"] | [member="John Locke"]
ENEMIES: [member="Quoron Cadera"]

"Looks like they haven't started targeting our ship. Yet."

Kiff muttered to himself as he paced back and forth. The engineers of the Benevolent Pride were working frantically to repair the shield projector, but still no luck yet and for now the Star Destroyer was one big easy target. If the Indomitable figured out that the shields of the Star Destroyer were down, then Kiff and his crew would be obliterated in a second. Most normal naval commanders would, at this point, withdraw and try to make as small of a target as possible of their ship, but then again Kiff was no ordinary naval commander. Far from it, actually, and his crew silently groaned when he turned around from the viewports to face them, a smile they all knew too well widening on the Captain's face.

"Helm, I want you to bring us along to the Indomitable, point-blank range. Gunnery, you should probably make sure that those are online. Wouldn't want to exchange broadsides with a battlecruiser and not have any." Kiff's smile widened as the helm officer rolled his eyes, but nevertheless began redirecting the Benevolent Star towards the path of the Mandalorian battlecruiser. Kiff's secondary officer, Colonel Verryk, ran up to him and the look in his eyes told Kiff that he disagreed completely with Brayde's course of actions. Mentally, Kiff shrugged. Why wouldn't he?

"Captain, with all due respect, without shields we wouldn't last a second to the broadsides of the Indomitable, and even with shields we'd be sunk in minutes," Verryk said as he caught his breath slightly. He had sprinted all the way from the auxillary bridge, apparently, to tell Kiff what he already knew.

"Colonel, I'm not designing this plan in a way to keep the Benevolent Pride intact." Verryk looked as if in the instant he was going to say something more, but Kiff held up a hand to shush him. He wasn't done with his monologue, not yet. "Right as we speak, the battlecruiser is about to be rammed by two Star Destroyers at once. If we can carry this out right, and it's a slim chance, we'll be attacking a much different target. The Crusader-class Dreadnought, with all of its guns facing away from us."

Verryk paused for a second, going over the plan in his head as the battle raged over them and around them while the Benevolent Pride thundered forward towards the Indomitable. Explosions off of the ship's bow shook the Star Destroyer and balls of fire continued to light up every scarred orifice of the nearly broken vessel, every chunk of metal taken out by the cursed Mandalorians. At last, Verryk conceded. "It's a good plan, but slim that it will work. It depends on too many factors."

"That's the price of war, Verryk. But also, maybe you should prime the escape pods, just in case."

Verryk nodded and was about to turn back to the Auxillary Bridge when a shout from the defense pit came out, causing the two officers to whip their heads to see whoever was making a bunch of noise. It was the Junior Lieutenant, and for once a joyful expression was on his face. "Shields are back up!" Cheering rang out from the bridge as Kiff internally sighed a breath of relief. Now, instead of a ninety-nine percent of a fiery death, it was only around eighty. This was definitely going to be a blast.

Actions

Adjudicator-class Star Destroyer moving to path along opposite side of the Indomitable class compared to the Victory I and Victory II Star Destroyers of the Seventh Auxillary Fleet.

Amelia von Sorenn · Feb 22, 2019

Location: The Nessius; Eshan Orbit - Between the Fortressa and the Planet
Objective: Destroy/Drive off the Mandalorian Fleet
Allies: [member="Caesar Kenway"] | [member="Alden Akaran"] | [member="John Locke"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Anton Delane"] | CIS & Allies
Enemies: [member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Premier William Harris I"] | [member="Vanessa Vantai"] | [member="Flash Australis"] |[member="Quoron Cadera"] | Mandalorian Empire & Allies

Personal Affects:

The Infernal Host:

The Nessius; Flagship
(2) Malebranche class Star Destroyer
(2) Ascensoriel class Star Destroyer
(2) Interdictor II class Cruiser
(1) Interdictor II class Carrier
(4) Uniila class Cruiser
(14/16) Phlegethon series Thermonuclear Devices

[*](4) Barbazu class Frigate
[*](4) Lemure class Corvette

Starfighter Squadrons
(6) Gidim class Bomber; 24 Bombers
(16) Nupperibo class Starfighter; 384 Starfighters
(10) Longsword class Starfighter; 120 Starfighters
(10) Erinyes class Starfighter; 120 Starfighters

Post Number: 4

As the Escort Carrier barreled towards them the woman could mere shake her head at the bold yet ultimately wasteful loss of life of those still aboard the vessel. Her Battleline remained still, their shields holding, though still taking the beating of the enemy fire; however there was something more important in that moment that they didn't apparently count upon. Their vessels didn't seem capable of bringing their full weaponry to bear as they pushed forward.

"Send the Escort Carrier off with the appropriate salute. Full broadside."

As it neared closer to the Ascensorial it was so set upon bringing down with it, the Star Destroyer opened up with its own salvo of weapons fire. Its Mass Driver Cannons slamming into the vessel, tearing through its shields and impacting with its already damaged hull. A second burst rapidly followed the first, the kinetic force of the weapon's projectiles doing their part in pushing the vessel back, though not enough to mitigate completely the damage from its self destruction. The Ascensorial shuddered as its shields waned for a moment, permitting a few turbolaser blasts to slip through before once more buffering the storm.

"Damage report."

It was almost said coldly, though those aboard the vessels had already known what they were signing up for when they joined.

"Substantial damage to the hull, shields are holding. It may be a cautious decision to remove it from combat for repairs."

"Keep it in line, we need to hold for now. Have them repair what they can and we'll see to the rest once its home."

That would be if it did get home. It seemed as those the enemies they faced had some invisible hand guiding them, it was as if they were controlled by some grand incorporeal being that deemed their vessels not take damage whilst the vessels of the CIS fleets were hammed again and again. She watched as another CIS vessel was torn apart in a fiery explosion, though its own actions had damaged the Battlecruiser substantially. Still, it bothered her that they took such loses while the Mandalorians seemed to have some protection from on high ensuring their own vessels remained untouched.

Reports came in from across the conflict; their own Starfighters and the Fortressa continued to take heavy damage, suffering losses. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she kept her attention forward, and for a long moment there was apparently no order given. It was difficult to watch as two thermonuclear devices detonated and apparently did little to their enemy as another CIS vessel was torn apart. Her communications filled with the screams as a Lemure class Corvette was finally overrun by the enemy Starfighters, the vessel exploding in a brilliant flash as she closed her eyes.

She shut out everything, or attempted to, the deaths all around her filling her as she felt them through the force. It was as though a light was extinguished each time, and as the next weighed heavily upon her, she found her resolve. Lifting her head up, the words that came to her had been fuzzy at first, her first lieutenant asking for her command before those words slipped across her pursed lips.

"Infernal Host, unleash Rovagug."

"Ma'am?"

They asked to ensure that the command was understood, waiting until it was said once more with a deeper authority behind her voice. Once it was given, there would be no turning back.

"Unleash Rovagug!"

"Yes Ma'am!"

The order was given and in rapid succession preparations were made. The Interdictor II Cruisers and Carrier quickly shunted their Mass Shadows, ensuring that nothing would interfere with what was about to happen. The vessels pushed themselves, moving up into a higher plane of attack to position them above though outside the range of the fleet they had been engaged with.

"Haborym and Eligos wings will ascend and join up with the Interdictor II Cruisers and Carrier to provide protection and keep any enemy Starfighters and Bombers from striking those vessels. Vassago wing will break from engaging enemy Starfighters; link up with Astroth wing and make for Eshan below to provide additional support to Confederacy ground elements. Ruzel and Oriax wing will pull back to the main battleline, Ruzel will cover from above while Oriax covers below."

With the orders given the Starfighter wings quickly pulled back from their engagements; and for Vassago wing it wasnt too soon, most of their starfighters had taken heavy losses, though remained steadfast in the wake of the enemy. The other wings would pull back in an orderly fashion, managing to slip through thanks to the cover of the remaining Lemure class Corvettes as they rejoined the Main battleline.

"Barbazu Frigates will continue to keep firing upon that Cruiser, unleash everything upon it and bring it down."

Forward Firepower was increased, their weapons all focused upon the Unicorn class Cruiser as a salvo of Heavy Turbolasers rained down upon the ship. Mixed within the initial salvo was a series of Ion Cannons, the blue bolts slamming into the vessel, focused upon its shield generators to bring the vessel down in a more rapid succession. However this exchange of firepower was not the main attraction; for that was about to come.

"Uniila class vessels, you've been given the order to unleash Rovagug. Upon the completion of rounds, you are to join Avernus group and remain away from the fighting."

With the order having been fully confirmed, the captains of the vessels understood what they were about to unleash upon the enemy. There was an old saying, a very old saying, that one should never go full retard. In this moment even the captains of the Uniila class vessels, seeing that the Super Star Destroyer, Battlecruiser and all manner of enemy vessels having taken little to no significant damage had agreed; it was time to go full retard. And full retard they went as they unleashed their full salvo of munitions.

Sixty-Eight Concussion Missiles filled space with One-Hundred and Eighty-Four Proton Torpedoes, streaming along side them, covering the way for the most destructive weapons that Amelia could bring to bear upon her enemies. Targets were locked, marking the Preserver that had engaged with the Fortressa, the Heresiarch, even the primary Star Destroyers among the fleet she had been engaged with since the beginning, those three each would receive their very own Phlegethon series Thermonuclear Device. The woman stood and watched, and while many would question their deities as to what they had just done, she would not in this instance. In her mind she even wondered for a moment what it might appear like on the ground to witness the explosions above.

Soon enough it would happen, the weapons covered by a hail of concussion missiles and proton torpedoes as a distraction would slam into their targets. The Brilliant flashes signaling the detonation of the weapons; and had they been detonated within an atmosphere, there would have even been the tale tell mushroom cloud - though not here, not in space. With a soft smirk upon her lips she kept watch, watching as in rapid succession each device was detonated and a combined One-Thousand Four-Hundred Megatons were delivered to the Mandalorian Fleets. In this moment she was Space Oprah, and every individual that was not part of the Confederacy of aligned with the Confederacy was getting a Nuke.

Fleet Actions:

Interdictor II Cruisers and Interdictor II Carrier repositioned above Adenn's Fleet
Haborym and Eligos Wing covering Interdictor Group Avernus
Vassago Wing joined with Astroth Wing and moving to support CIS Ground Forces on Eshan
Ruzel Wing and Oriax Wing pulled back to Main Battleline to provide Anti-Starfighter/Bomber Defense
Barbazu class Frigates intensifying firepower on Unicorn class Cruiser
(24) Ion Cannons, (32) Heavy Turbolaser Cannons and (64) Dual Medium Turbolaser Cannons firing on Unicorn class Cruiser

[*]Main Battleline continued engaging enemy as previously stated

(9) Dual Heavy Turbolaser Cannons, (29) Mass Driver Cannons and (42) Ion Cannons fired at Adenn's Fleet
(9) Dual Heavy Turbolaser Cannons, (29) Mass Driver Cannons and (42) Ion Cannons fired at the Preserver

[*]Uniila class vessels unleashed Rovagug

(6) Phlegethon series Thermonuclear Devices, (18) Concussion Missiles and (34) Proton Torpedoes fired at the Preserver
(3) Phlegethon series Thermonuclear Devices, (20) Concussion Missiles and (40) Proton Torpedoes fired at Adenn's Fleet
(3) Phlegethon series Thermonuclear Devices, (20) Concussion Missiles and (60) Proton Torpedoes fired at the Heresiarch
(2) Phlegethon series Thermonuclear Devices, (10) Concussion Missiles and (50) Proton Torpedoes fired at Quoron's Fleet

[*]Uniila class vessels joining Interdictor Group Avernus once all munitions expended

Damages:

The Nessius | Shields 78% | Hull 100% |
Ascensoriel class Star Destroyer | Shields 80% | Hull 80% |
Ascensoriel class Star Destroyer | Shields 85% | Hull 100% |
Malebranch class Star Destroyer | Shields 98% | Hull 100% |
Malebranch class Star Destroyer | Shields 98% | Hull 100% |
Interdictor II class Cruiser | Shields 100% | Hull 100% |
Interdictor II class Cruiser | Shields 100% | Hull 100% |
Interdictor II class Carrier | Shields 100% | Hull 100% |
Uniila class Cruiser | Shields 100% | Hull 100% |
Uniila class Cruiser | Shields 100% | Hull 100% |
Uniila class Cruiser | Shields 100% | Hull 100% |
Uniila class Cruiser | Shields 100% | Hull 100% |
Barbazu class Frigate | Shields 100% | Hull 100% |
Barbazu class Frigate | Shields 100% | Hull 100% |
Barbazu class Frigate | Shields 100% | Hull 100% |
Barbazu class Frigate | Shields 100% | Hull 100% |
Lemure class Corvette | Shields 100% | Hull 100% |
Lemure class Corvette | Shields 100% | Hull 100% |
~~Lemure class Corvette | Shields 100% | Hull 100% |~~ - Destroyed
~~Lemure class Corvette | Shields 100% | Hull 100% |~~ - Destroyed
Haborym Wing | 100% |
Eligos Wing | 100% |
Vassago Wing | 75% |
Ruzel Wing | 90% |
Oriax Wing | 100% |
Astroth Wing | 100% |

Anton Delane · Feb 22, 2019

For Anton, nothing had changed. It didn't matter much what ships were lost anymore. The call for help was silly. However, if that is how they wanted to play it, so be it. It didn't matter what the Sith tried to do anymore. All fighters broke off from the Battleship, and went planet side, a few were lost to the cannons as they left, but, it was practically inconsequential now. As she scanned the ship, she learned very little about the reactor. The bow of the massive ship, still pointed at the Heresiarch, however, it had to readjust slightly. Still, it's better mobility and speed and the fact it had been keeping pace with the ship, made this possible. After charging the massive composite beam cannon went off again, right into the Heresiarch's mid section again.

Each ship continued its patterns from before. The Eternal Glory was still not at the front of the Heresiarch, so its low range of motion frontal guns really couldn't do much. However, the destroyers and the torpedoes still did damage to it. The Angelic fury was still hiding behind another ship, so it still didn't take much damage. And the Verdun took a heavy pounding.

However, this ship was not willing to go without a fight. The smaller ship got closer to the ship, and aimed at the hanger. As the larger destroyer and Cruiser damaged the shield, the Verdun went to full speed, and would slam it's cone head, right into the hanger trying to force its way through the permeable, and heavily damaged shield there. If inside, the Turbo lasers would blast the unarmored inerds of the ship if able, and frontal escape pods would fire, into the walls, filled with troops, armed with explosives and heavy weaponry. They would move quickly and plant their explosives all over the hanger, and everywhere they could get, setting them off, and moving on, trying to blast holes throughout the internal parts of the ship. All the while, massive volleys from the heavily damaged ship would fill the internal space.

The larger gunned ships would keep barraging the battle ship, they would not stop, they would bring this thing down, even if it cost their lives. All guns were pointed at it, everything ready to go. If the Verdun got more damaged, from this new point, inside the armor and shielding, it would explode like the Boom had....This was a suicide mission, and they knew it.

Sanya Val Lerium · Feb 22, 2019

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lsgbb23z27w[/media]

Location: Hyperspace to Eshan
Objective: Defend Eshan from the CIS Invasion in the valleys.
Equipment:

Sekallian Grandmaster Robes, Exemplar-class Personal Energy Shield, Amos Amor Lightsabers, Saber Stick, Saber Shield, Royal circlet, Arm Bracers, Inqusition Horizon S1 (Data Pad)

Units:

, Asuna, MPSD-S1, x2 Arachnid-AT, x4 Voi Speeders, Penubra Unit, x1 C-046 Vehicular Transport

Sent to Cynthia Solus Ancoran Royal Guard, x1 Arachnid-AT, x1 C-046 Vehicular Transport, x3 C-023 Troop transport

Allies: M.E., [member="Mig Gred"]
Opponents: CIS, [member="Celiana"] , [member="Kat Decoria"]

Asuna made her way around the part of wreckage that came from what seemed like a plating of a thruster that landed in front of her. Although just as she did the woman found herself frozen. "Wait whats happening?" the Croa woman said in panic from been unable to move. Her heart raced scared of what was coming. A young woman appeared in front of her like magic and suddenly sand wrapped around her leg. "WAIT WAIT WAIT!" She screamed out just before she felt her leg rip from her body. She screamed violently from the sheer pain, she couldn't look down to confirm what it was that just happened, if it was for not been able to move her body she'd come to the realisation that her leg was no longer there. "I'm not mandalorian, please beli..." The sudden push back was only met with more pain feeling the metal pierce through her, this time able to see the protruding spikes of metal that was pierced though her shoulders. Tears ran down the woman's face in absolute fear.

Sanya heard the screams and came sliding to a halt. She could see what was happening and was in disbelief. "ASUNAAAAAA!" Sanya screamed out now charging towards her assistant and the attacker. The Adviser was screaming and crying out in pain to much to fathom words other than repeating the same word. "No no no no no no no." Forced to watch the vile person she'd see the blades made of sand forum and slash down at her other leg making her scream out even louder making her voice hoarse. Sanya kept running and went into force speed. Rapidly Asunas skin paled as her blood ran from her freely and quickly down the metal and pooling into the dirt. After the words that was supposed to bring comfort some how the woman would see her flinch. "Please don't" The feline adviser said softly with a grit behind it from the screaming.

Sanya Jumped up high using the speed and a force push launching herself with blades up high fated to watch what was about to happen. The last though that ran through Asuna's head was I'm sorry my queen as the hand pressed against her chest now cold from the blood loss. Just like that it was black and non existent. Sanya could feel the tiny ripple of a life snuffed out. Not just any life, but one that was a close friend for many years even if they had began to distance. Not only feel it but she saw moments before her attack come close enough the splatter of Asuna remaining blood leave an imprint. "NOOOOOOOO!" Sanya yelled out in a a desire for vengeance witnessing what she just saw. Celiana would at this point realise that the force did not flow through Sanya like others, she'd also feel the anger, sadness and shock through her emotions if she was emphatic, although the look on Sanya's face would show that too.

Bright white flames wrapped around the queen for a second before trailing behind. The power that ran through her became erratic and flowed violently as a response to Sanya's emotions. As the woman came inches from the ground her pink and purple blade would strike down with haste and strength. Her heart was heavy just like this singe attack and the flames burned like a passion for revenge. Once Celiana eyes met with the queen, the mandalorian, the warrior, she'd see her eyes go from her natural orange to different shades light grey.

Malok · Feb 22, 2019

Location: The Capital, Eshan -> Rendezvous w/ Palace Bridge Team
Accompanying: [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Spencer Jacobs"], [member="Darth Tacitus"] (RIP)
Tag: [member="Kaine Australis"]

Riding: Cin Bes'uliik

CZ-839 Sonic Carbine (Stowed)
55A "All Fate" Disruptor Rifle (Stowed)

Wearing:

Reforged-Beskar'gam
Gauntlet of Hod Haran (Right)
Echoy'lii Shukorok (Left)
Baroness APG (Rigged: Shoulder Mounted)
Ri Qorit Disabler
Paragon-class Personal Energy Shield

[*]Second Lightsabre
[*]Sonic Grenades
[*]Yrkaa Sidearm
[*]Ha'rangir (Tomahawk)
[*]Nullified Parcel

The ringing never stopped.

As the Star Destroyer ripped into the city upon impact, the glaring reality that the Vicelord's Ward excluded him became very apparent. Though the earth gave way underneath his mount's feet. Though heat and debris soared through the air. Though impact after impact rattled against his beast and armor, Darth Metus grit his teeth and held fast. He wasn't able to do much more than maintain his focus - for a single lapse in thus would have cost the lives of the ones he had chosen to protect. His prioritization had seen the Infernal's mongrel unleashed upon his party. And by some fluke, he was able to penetrate his Ward in its infancy and ride out the storm of debris which rained down upon the city.

His survival was not peaceful. For just as his comrades had taken the destroyer and let it fall over the city - his lust for blood was mighty. He, like his ilk, cared nothing for the Echani people. And every action he took paid credence to this fact. Despite the fact that the rightful ruler of Eshan stood within the safety of the Sith's defense, the vermin planted ordnance adjacent to them all. He threatened [member="Spencer Jacobs"]. He threatened [member="Srina Talon"]. He threatened [member="Darth Tacitus"]. But it was the latter who reacted before Darth Metus could. As the grenades went off, the Sovereign of the Eternal Empire gave his life to preserve those beneath the Ward.

And as the dust settled, it became evident that Darth Metus had nearly given his own life to protect them. The Cin Bes'uliik beneath him had never been this worse for wear in its entire existence. Exposed wires flared dangerously with electricity from where the debris had cut vicious gashes in its plating. A distorted whine erupted from its maw as diagnostic checks automatically kicked on within the Sith's HUD. Regrettably, Darth Metus could scarcely make out the hum which echoed within his helm. All he could hear was ringing and the thundering pound of his heart. All he could feel was...pain. It was a dull, slow agony that was far and away less than the day of his first death.

But it was a unique Hell in of itself. He wanted nothing more than to move. Than to answer the raging comms which echoed through his helm. But his body just wouldn't obey. His adjacent allies would find him slumped over in the seat of his mount, battered and broken with remnants of the destroyer lodged into his armor in varying places. Ragged breaths would escape him as he attempted to muster the strength to even banish the ringing in his ears. Each breath was a labor in of itself. But, in time, he could feel that she had survived. Despite all this, his Apprentice had managed to weather the storm. His protective gamble paid off - for the Bond which raced between them spoke louder than the ringing in his ears.

He borrowed just a modicum of strength from Srina in that moment. No more so than the effort required to sit up upon the back of his mount. He attempted to raise his arms, but recoiled instantly once his offhand refused to move. His left arm...a glance caused his stomach to flip flop. It was twisted, with fingers splayed in every which direction. Nonetheless, he managed to pry off his helm with his dominant hand and blinked against the sweat and blood which poured over his eyelids. The Vicelord didn't need a comm to see how the battle was going. Literal monstrosities were tearing up the city, with the most nefarious located at their original target. And in the wake of the destroyer's crash, the city was quickly becoming a shadow of its former self.

This is what the Mandalorians always brought. Ruin.

With disgust alive at the forefront of his mind, the Sith extended his helmet. Not to his Apprentice. Not to lay at the feet of his fallen ally. But to the Queen herself. His eyes were alive with agony as he looked upon his former mentor, rendering a slight nod as he quietly bid her to take the armor piece into her grasp. "Tell them." he grunted. "Tell them that you still live. Tell them to seek safety with our people - to let us save them from this Hell." He forced himself fully upright, stomaching a fresh wave of anguish in the process. "And tell that pretender on your throne that we're coming for him."

As the words formed and fell from his lips, the droids which had managed to survive the cataclysm began to stir from beneath the rubble nearby. They quickly clawed, hobbled, and marched over to their liege, forming an impromptu guard about the survivors of the Crash. Spencer would have time aplenty to make her address if she so chose, but in the meantime, they had to see about getting her residence back.

"Cin. Got any shields left?" he said, patting the iron beast with his good hand. The Bes'uliik uttered yet another broken whine, but managed to raise its shields regardless. They were fortunate enough that its ordnance had not gone off in the process. "What's our status?" he then inquired of one of the BX Commando units that arrived at his side. The Droid made a very brief recounting of what Hell had befallen Eshan while he was incapacitated; and with each word Darth Metus felt his teeth grit against each other. The vermin dropped what was reminiscent of the old Brals upon the Palace. Four thus far, but one had been destroyed. And monsters, of course. Great.

They couldn't stop now. They wouldn't.

Battered. Bruised. It didn't matter. The Sith urged his mount forward and together they advanced. Their rag-tag assortment of Barons, BXs, B1s, and J-1s would move in a tight formation - as keeping them alive would be priority one for the moment. It but a few moments' time, they would rendezvous with one of the most hotly contested arenas on Eshan. Yet as they approached, the Bes'uliik let fly with half of its shatter missiles. The J-1s would join in the assault, firing their proton beam cannons as one. Together, they attempted to make a dent in one of the three Mandalorian Lizard Holes which stood in their way. Whether their assault would make a dent remained to be seen - but their instance sent one message loud and clear.

The fight was not over yet.

Azure Djitred · Feb 22, 2019

OOC:

Post: 6

Allies: Cuddles the Rancor, Clans of Mandalore and our allies, [member="Valdus Bral"]

Enemies: CIS and their allies, [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Jerek Zenduu"] [member="Voph"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Cay-Yo"]

Objectives:

Cuddles - Evacuate

Azure - Evacuate

As Azure stood guard in front of the palace doors, Cuddles standing right behind her, she could hear combat from outside and above. She turned when she heard Valdus approach, and nodded in greeting. "Understood. I would suggest your troops head out first, followed by the civilians, while Cuddles and I bring up the rear. Clan Australis is sending additional transports as well, if you were unable to hear during your fight upstairs."

Azure moved as if to heal him, before frowning. "I would sing for you, but it appears as though my magic is... blocked. Someone, or something, else is trying to bring this palace down on us, so we must hurry." Meanwhile the civilians gathered closer to the doors in anticipation of evacuation.

Celiana · Feb 22, 2019

Location: The Fields of Eshan
Objective: Deny Mandalorians Mercy
Allies:[member="Kat Decoria"], CIS peeps,
Enemies: [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] (engaging) [member="Mig Gred"]
Post: 7

The young woman had begged, I suppose like those Echani who'd been bombed from orbit or the actions of but a few. Mando or not, there wasn't typically mercy in war. Nor had my people been shown any...They'd been slaughtered and had falsehoods spread like butter of bread. Making what had happened more palatable I suppose... I didn't deal in lies, I didn't deal with slavers, and had the Mando'ade simply sent someone like me the slaver who'd been here would've met a fate worse than that of the young woman I'd just executed. Dodging the pink and purple blades I dashed away with Force speed back towards where Asuna had stood moments before. I hoped this woman wouldn't attack again until I said my piece...

Turning to look at the newcomer, dressed in Jedi-esque robes I said "War is never polite, nor is what happened to my people upon Eshan. I imagine that the Echani, much like your friend begged. They begged, pleaded, prayed to the Goddesses and The Force. Only for fire to rain down and wipe away elders, mothers and fathers....to take children who'd yet to complete blade training." Reaching down to my belt I lifted my straight handled saber and ignited it with a snap hiss. Holding it in a low loose ready stance.... "Imagine if you will being in space, in meditation and being exposed to countless deaths all of which I felt."

The venom in my voice almost a slap verbally. "Imagine seeing the bombardment and knowing your ship had not the power required to kill every living thing aboard that'd killed without mercy on the planet below...." I stepped back slightly. "I could've used my saber instead of the sand....could've cauterized the wounds and perhaps she'd have lived. Yet I chose not to, why should mercy be given when your filth rained down hell upon MY world. MY home for the actions of but a few. It mattered not to your beskar wearing leaders whether or not to negotiate. To have the Echani huntresses like myself go and remove those slaver filth.... No you mandalorians chose what you're known for. War and slaughter...." I felt The Force from her but this was....different. Her eyes shifted from an orange to a grey....Force alteration perhaps.....

Looking at her I said "That was an execution, I offer you something different however.... she was clearly a friend to you. I felt that....the person who trained me, here on Eshan? Her and I suppose my home as well was turned to glass. Akira Soriana.....dead. I loved her as well....." Looking back towards the spatter on the wall I felt the sands begin to shift and harden... into roses of glass. Interesting.....her spirit had changed the sands themselves through The Force.... I wondered if this woman saw it.... "I offer you something I did not offer her....a duel. In the style of The Echani.... No Force powers, nothing but blades....prove me wrong that at least some Mandalorians have honor among you left and I change that...." I gestured towards where the glass roses now stood with my saber. "I change the place where she fell and what she did with my sands into a permanent thing upon the Echani plains....a mark of beauty that will not fade."

I awaited her response....I had never experienced ANYONE change my sands, living or dead. I was always the one who supplied the heat to freeze them into what I held the sands as. What I offered her.....I hadn't offered anyone before. I hoped she'd take the duel I may have killed without mercy the same as the Mandalorians...but I'd rather take the opportunity to make a memorial for her among the wreckage. She'd earned that.....Asuna had earned that....

Allya Vi'Dreya · Feb 22, 2019

Location: Eshan City - Near the Bridge to the Palace
Equipment: Beskar’gam, Lightsaber, The Songbird, Frag Grenades, Ianua Dagger, "Ri Qorit" Disabler
Tags:[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Jerek Zenduu"] @Micah [member="Cay-Yo"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Valdus Bral"] [member="Fedrig"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"]
Objectives: Try and Save Everyone / Take the Palace

Troops:

45 Clanker Droids
30 Clone Troopers
10 Commandos
1 AAT's (Six B1's riding/guarding)
4 Vulture Droids
2 Force Hunter
4 Magnaguard

(Commanding Eternal Empire Forces)

1,500 Eternal Empire Troops

4 Sigma-class Heavy Assault Dropship (One Destroyed)

Fighters:

12 Squads: RBZ-12 Heavy Fighter (Bomber)
16 Squads: I-3A Lance Fighter
16 Squads: TIE/SS

Allya just stared art Fedrig. So much he said was just...wrong. But she didn't fight it. “You mean, disapeared, like your Mand'alor hasn't shown up? Remember, for a person to be a Mand'alor, it means they are the leader of the battles. But she isn't here. Did she abandon you because she isn't? Your logic is flawed. Your leaders are killing innocents just because they refused to listen to a cease fire. They came in and attacked us as we began trying to help the wounded and to put the queen of her people on the throne....their leader. You act as if the Mandalorian's aren't corrupt. The crime that takes place on your worlds is astounding. Now, if you are afraid....go to the medical camps and protect them. We have people trying desperately to kill them it seems. It will keep you safe, but give you purpose. You are not my enemy, you listened to reason, and saw with your eyes. Your mind may not understand, but you try to grasp. So, go, while you still can. Because, He is here.”

Her eyes turn and she looks near the bridge, as Metus goes towards the palace. She whispered, only loud enough for Jerek, who was next to her, to hear. “Father. He is here. We have to move fast.” Eyes turned to Jerek. “Come on, we have to get as many out of here as we can...it's about to turn into an even bigger war zone...where the Dread Lord goes, fear follows. We MUST get them out of here. But...we have to stop those bombers, and other things.”

Comm unit goes off. “Begin attack runs. Coordinate defensive positions, and begin to march. We have to stop Kaine Australis, before he kills all the civilians, and their rescue teams.” She reached out, and took Jerek's hand in hers, and pulled him with her. The force was her guide. Her troops followed with her, and moved up into the rubble, and began to dig through it.

“Come on Jerek, can you help me lift these stones? If we can, there is a group of survivors under!"

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The Eternal Empire Forces were now organized. A group of one thousand soldiers moved towards the bridge, on the heels of Darth Metus to support him in battle. The four Heavy Drop ships/Corvettes began to open fire on the last two War Forts floating in the air with their turbolasers and laser cannons.. They were point blank range, and fired only what they knew would hit the war forts themselves, to slaughter more and more lizards.

The AT-MT was relatively unharmed by the worm, while the worm was large, the biological creature did some damage, but, the weight was, for now, offset by the metal. However, it was unable to move. The fighters killed several EE soldiers as they swooped in. All across the city, the Eternal Empire soldiers died, as they continued trying to dig out the wounded, due to Kaine's efforts. However, now, with defenses, they started trying to fight back.

It was in this moment, that the skies darkened. Hundreds of fighters swarmed down to the planet side. They engaged the Hel fighters around the AT-MT, and the palace. As forty-four squadrons filled the skies they began to break off and hunt down the bombers that just targeted the bridge as well. Banshee's bombers, Tathra's Hel Fighters, and the various craft and vehicles Kaine had brought. Three squadrons of the TIE's began to hunt down the Strike Squads Tathra had sent out.

Over all, the fighters began to enforce air superiority for the side of the Confederacy using sheer numbers. However, for the most part, unless they knew it would hit its designated target, they avoided using heavy weaponry, as their orders were to keep civilian devastation to an absolute minimum.

Scherezade deWinter · Feb 22, 2019

The seconds in which she waited for Cay-Yo to reply were too long – before he did, one of the worms leaped from below the ground again, making a second (or third? She'd lost count) attempt to make little worm babies with the Palace. It seemed though that this was not enough damage on the Mandalorians' side – additionally, there were things coming from the sky. The Pathfinder's knowledge in what those things actually were was lacking, so she went with the safest assumption she could, that these were things that would cause her, Cay-Yo, and Lancelot, a lot of harm if they were in the open when they hit the ground.

There was only thing left to do.

Sighing, Madalena grabbed them both again and made a run for it. The worm at present seemed disinterested in eating them, so it was a safe bet to ignore its presence right now. But, she guessed that he Mandalorins weren't overly stupid, and that inside the palace would be crowded with them and their weapons. Doing the catwalk through the front door would be suicide. But every Palace had sewers, and few if ever thought to protect the sewer entrance from the inside at times like these. It was also great because usually the parts with the big sludgy pipes were the strongest of the foundations and remained standing even when everything was bombed away. So yeah, that path would include some Echani poop water, but what was a little bit of poop water compared to being alive and victorious? Madalena would take it.

Within moments, she and Cay-Yo (and Lancelot) were on the other side of the palace. Madalena grabbed the heavy metal net that blocked the entrance to the sewers and ripped it out, letting it fall into the lake. The stench was almost unbearable. She was lucky that she'd vomited so hard after drowning, or she's certainly be vomiting right now. Why had she not thought to bring a rebreather with her? Or a little bottle of perfume? Something to cover this? I mean, it wasn't too late to turn around and Force-punch herself back to the city-side, right?

No. Madalena was a woman with a mission, and that mission included getting into the Palace.

Moments later, she'd placed Cay-Yo and Lancelot on her shoulder, and she herself was the one to wade through the poop water. It reached her chest. She was seriously considering burning her armor when all this was done. Burn the boots. Burn everything. By the Force, the smell! More than once she thought she felt actual chunks brushing by her body, touching the bits where her pants had been but now holes in the fabric from all the taken damage reigned. Was it even safe to expose the wounds she had to this water? Probably not. But it took a few days for infections to set, so for now she was fine, right? Right?!

She dearly wanted to hum a song or something. Singing always made things less worse. But the poop water would probably carry her voice to both sides, within the Palace and without, so she had to remain silent. Damnit. This whole war thing was looking like less and less fun with the page. She was seriously going to ask for a bonus to her salary if she made it alive out of the poop water.

After what looked like several life times, Madalena and Cay-Yo (and Lancelot) finally emerged. Above-floor pipes surrounded them, and they were stairs, and Madalena stank to high heavens, but they were out. There had been no dangerous feces-phrianna in the water, nothing that tried to eat them as they had gone through it. Certainly, she'd felt the tremors in the earth, and for a moment it looked like maybe there was a potential to die in the sewers (RIP Madalena Antares – reason of death – drowned in poop, literally), but they'd made it.

A few more stairs up, and Madalena could see the discarded items that were in the basement. They had brought their injured there. She could smell the blood, and knew that many were still alive, and... Nearby? Had they escaped in advance from the foul smell that she was bringing with her?

It didn't take too long to find the throne room. It appeared they were in the process of evacuating. Every few steps she noticed her lack of control over the Force slipping, only to come back. The memory of it had not originally belonged to her; it had been Scherezade that had found herself on Secundus Ando, surrounded by Yslamiri, unable to use the Force. But Scherezade had turned that memory into Madalena's before she erased herself and ceased to exist, and Madalena remembered it now as it had been she who'd been there. The day that had taught her to learn how to fight and survive without relying on the Force. She was as deadly without it as she was with, though she would be the first to admit that without it, she was somewhat slower.

Looking at the people gathered there, she smiled.

"I come forth bearing bad smells and worse news," she shrugged, still smiling innocently, "I'd really rather not just make your brains melt out of your ears. Let's be friends, or at least not-enemies. By the way, there's a giant worm trying to make love to the palace, and it looks like someone's trying to flatten the entire city and extra bits of the planet from the sky. Don't suppose you could get your people to make them stop? The Echani won't be happy when the Palace is gone, and after wading in its poop water, I'd sort of rather keep it standing too."

Helly Reyne · Feb 22, 2019

Location: Inside the city
Objective: Rescue survivors
Allies: CIS and allies, [member="Valencia Hadley"] | [member="Cynthia Solus"]
Enemies: Mandalorian Empire
Gear: Dual lightsabers, stun blaster pistol

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As they flew over the city in its wrecked state, she felt the pain of guilt hit her. Was the Confederacy doing the right thing by coming here? She didn't know whose ship had come crashing down, nor why it did at all. Cynthia could have been right, after all. Nothing she said seemed to make any sense to her, but when she said that the CIS was bringing war to a planet that was still recovering... Well, maybe. Did the risk of something like this happening outweigh the humanitarian crisis that needed to be resolved?

Deep down, she would always know the answer to all of her questions related to war; it was never okay. Maybe necessary, but never acceptable. She wouldn't blame the Echani people for hating both factions by the time this was over. Her former lover stood beside her as they looked out, and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she wanted what was best. Maybe her means of achieving her goals had gotten muddied, but so had Helly's. Never would she imagine that she would join an organization like the Confederacy, but she had convinced herself that it was the best route to take for ridding the galaxy of tragedies and horrendous acts like this...

Maybe she was just as dumb with the galactic conflict as she was with love. Maybe she was better off just being a rockstar. There were other ways of supporting a cause, after all. Some people just weren't cut out for this kind of work.

She took a deep breath. Doubts could be left for later. On that day, she needed to do whatever she could to clean up after the mess that a few men caused. Behind her, the few droids and jawas that came with her were interspersed with Mandalorians, just about the last thing she would have expected to come out of that day.

Helly nodded when Cynthia told her the plan. "That works with me." She turned her head to the side, the concern in her eyes immediately apparent as they stared into Cynthia's. Her mistakes would always catch up with her no matter how far she ran, and leaving her without a word was definitely a mistake, and one that weighed on her heart. Even with a heart that was cybernetically engineered to be stronger, everything had its breaking point. She could only run from love for so long before it found her again.

As they landed, she took a moment before walking out onto land, her eyes still focused on Cynthia's even with her hair whipping around her face from the gusts caused by the transport. "This can still be made right," she said under her breath.

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