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Exodus Crash | CIS Invasion of UCM's Eshan Hex

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Objective: Scour Eshan of Mandalorian Presence.
Location: Eshan's Capital City - Palace Bridgehead Ruins.
Allies: The Golden Company, Thyrsians, The Confederacy of Independent Systems.
Nearby: [member="Eyros"], [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"], [member="Cay-Yo"], [member="Jerek Zenduu"], [member="Micah"], [member="Voph"], [member="Derek Dib"], [member="Veronika Fleischer"]
Enemies: The "Mandalorians."
Directly Engaging: [member="Tathra Khaeus"]
Nearby: [member="Fedrig"], [member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Valdus Bral"]
Gear: See Link in Signature.
Forces: See attached Document for Relevant Information. [x]
Notable Links: Anti-Ordnance EM Probe [x] Torian Pierce [x]

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There was no question. In terms of physical prowess, these heavily armoured creatures held the advantage. Yet, when it came to their supposedly superior firepower and advantage on the battlefield? They were gravely mistaken. Their weapons, while advanced in their own right, were leagues behind what the Forces of the Sun Guard wielded. Sure, they could lay down a blistering hail of magnetically sealed plasma, or strike hard with chemically accelerated slugs… but that mattered little when their vicious assault was stopped dead by multiple layers of encapsulating plasmatic barricades. The shields that the Thyrsians born to war were not like the barriers that became popularized by the Gungans, or the Ancient War Droids, where they were simply projected ray shields. No, the Thyrsians saw fit to enshrine their soldier’s within an all-encompassing aegis that would aid the metal and flesh beneath in securing their decisive victory. While many primitive cultures would consider equipping their soldier’s in such a way as nothing more than cowardice, such notions mattered little when they were amongst the last sentient beings standing.

When it came to defensive measures - there was little doubt in the minds of the Sun Guard that they held the advantage. When it came to offensive capabilities? Well, that was yet another advantage that the Scions of Thyrsus prided themselves on. They wielded the power of the Sun at their fingertips and were capable of unleashing its divine wrath on those that sought to deny its everlasting majesty. The Icarus particle rifle was but one of these technological terrors. While few in number, ranging from a single operator per Thyrsian Cohort, the horrors they unleashed were unimaginable to those caught within its crackling embrace. Sustained beams of solarized hellfire erupted from gilded weapons, clamped between burnished talons, and poured forth into the charging mass of flesh. Those creatures, diminutive in size, would ultimately fulfill their grisly role as projectile sponges -- but fail in taking the majority of the Sun Guard’s focus away from the larger war beasts.

The taller, lanky creatures who sought to flank the myriad positions of the seemingly entrenched mercenaries, found themselves coming face to face with heavily armoured battle tanks. These mobile fortresses and their projected deflector screens were more than capable of shrugging off whatever threat those filthy Xenos skirmishers seemingly posied. Those that weren’t torn to ribbons by the combined armament of solarized weapons and rotary blasters, were likely crushed beneath the battle tank’s metallic tracks; grinding their collective experiences and life’s choices into a juicy paste. Naturally, there were likely to be survivors amongst the flanking hostile elements, but - as with all living beings who lived by the varying weapons of conflict - they too would perish on the battlefield.

However, despite the mighty boon that their defences offered, there were several portions of the Thyrsian Vanguard that found themselves assailed by a torrent of EMP grenades tossed by a multitude of creatures - either by hand or through their underslung weapon mountings. A vast majority of those lobbed projectiles were vastly similar to Gungan Booma pearls - which would’ve impacted and subsequently short-circuited the sensitive electronics within both the walkers and the Sun Guard’s power-suits; rendering them easy prey. Yet, they struck the projected plasma barriers instead, as the integrated particle and concussion shields alike atomized the physical device, or repulsed the devices entirely. The former was more detrimental in the long run, as more and more of the pearls found themselves striking the particle barriers - the overall strength of the shield began to decrease as the capacitors were slowly overloaded. Should that bombardment continue, it was likely that the plasmatic bulwarks would collapse, but that eventuality would take time; time that these creatures likely didn’t have.

The amount of heavy weaponry that was thrown at these beasts would’ve otherwise laid waste to entire armoured divisions in a matter of minutes. There was a moment, fleeting though as it was, that a flicker of admiration fluttered through the minds of the Sun Guard. From the Gauss Carbines, firing quarrels sheathed in solarized energy that was capable of tearing through lightly armoured vehicles, and catapulting armoured soldiers from their feet; to vehicle-mounted energy weapons that were capable of tearing hostile corvettes in twain. There was little doubt in their gilded minds of who was superior in the battle for the bridgehead, for the answer was made apparent with every passing moment. The Sun Guard endured everything that was thrown at them and returned the discharged lethality sevenfold.

Even the charge of the five largest creatures, who raced towards the largest concentration of gilded warriors, found themselves beset by a withering hail of combined arms - many of which would atomize the enemy should they find themselves within its explosive embrace. Through the use of thermal detonators alone, which tore reality asunder and violently slaughtered any that were caught within it’s projected embrace, the Sun Guard would thin the tidal press of flesh and metal that sought to sweep across their staggered lines. When the rest of the factors were added into the fray? Their thick hides and armour would account for little more than overweight tombstones in the end. If they got close enough to engage the burnished mercenaries in melee combat, they would be met by some of the fiercest fighters that the Golden Company had at their command.

The Stellar Centurion, Torian Pierce would even be counted amongst the number of counter-charging Thyrsians, doubtlessly severing limbs and seeking to brutally murder anyone that stood in his way.

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Khonsu’s eyes narrowed, as the false-firelight of his visor flared with half-hearted targeting runes and alerts. In the time it took the towering creature to thunder across the broken landscape, the Sun Guard bore witness to many acts that beggared belief. The first was that the creature was seemingly unphased by the torrent of plasmatic bolts that sought to bathe it in discharged lances of coruscating lightning. Normally, any man would’ve simply been turned to atomic ash under such callous lethality -- but it seemed that the Thyrsian was dealing with someone that eschewed the conventional. It even made the attempt to throw off his understanding of distance by tossing massive hammer forward, before drawing it back into his embrace. That was a mistake, he mused. Now the Sun Guard knew that the beast needed to maintain a two-handed grip on its weapon in order to maintain any notion of control over the power behind its swing or destination.

In realizing this, and having garnered his opponent's measure, the Sun Guard fired. Three rounds were ejected from the KD-30 and all three struck their intended mark. The first impacted a stone - which was meant to deter the thunderous advance of the creature; breaking its stride as it swept the murderous hammer back up into a meaty palm. Sadly, that pain failed to take root as the beast surged forth through the caustic vapours; seemingly unphased by the rising corrosive mist. However, the following rounds struck their target as Khonsu swept the pistol towards the creature’s centre mass. The poleyn safeguarding the monsters left knee was bathed in xenoboric acid, doubtlessly breaking down the molecular bonds that held the durable metallic plating together. If not discarded, it was likely that the substance would begin breaking down the organic matter beneath.

Provided the creature continued down this destructive charge towards the Sun Guard, it was likely it would lose a leg in the process; greatly diminishing its ability to effectively fight. Easy prey, as it were.

Not stopping there, the third and final shot in his opening burst -- struck the creature’s torso and began mimicking the effects that chewed away at the beast’s poleyn. If whatever species this monster came from was truly intelligent, it would start stripping itself of the protective casing’s wrapped around its titanic form; lest it is eaten alive from the outside in. That eventuality would give the Thychani Commander the opening he needed in which to strike. Its hands would busy themselves with tearing off the armour, leaving the beast unable to defend itself or offer up some form of effective retaliation. Yet, despite all of that wishful thinking, it seemed the creature was determined to do nothing more than turning the gilded mercenary into a bloody paste.

Alas, so much for the easy kill, Khonsu mused.

In the seconds that followed after the creature seemingly shrugging off his acid barrage, it began to shift its momentum alongside that of its hammer; seeking to strike the Sun Guard’s guarded torso with the tectonic force of an earthquake. The beast’s moves were easily telegraphed by the size and exposed nature of its fleshy arms; alongside the twinned hands needed to effectively swing the heavy weapon. Such was the boon granted from years of training and cultural immersion with his people’s Way of the Sword. Combat was akin to communication amongst the Thyrsians. Thus, if given the chance, Khonsu would relish the chance to communicate with his enemies until he collapsed from exhaustion. He was, after all, the talkative sort when blades were concerned.

So, when the hammer cannoned backwards, the Sun Guard sprung into action. The weapon was committed, and thankfully, was unable to have it’s trajectory altered mid-flight. The beast would have to pour more of its titanic strength into arresting the hammer’s curving arc. That was the opening Khonsu sought to seize, as the man’s power suit activated it’s repulsor and catapulted him towards the heavens; narrowing missing the oversized power maul. He was free to strike. There was little chance the creature could defend itself with the Sun Guard well within its guard. With one stabbing lunge forward, this fight could’ve ended. The plasmatic spear would’ve torn through the armour, and the soft tissues formulating the creature’s neck; even possibly lancing into an artery.

However, the Sun Guard stayed his killing strike. It wasn’t because he wanted to toy with the creature, nor was it out of any fascination of keeping it alive in the hopes of capturing the beast. No, Khonsu’s hand was stayed by the broadcast issued by a hovering gunship which swept into range. It seemed they saw the beast charging towards the lone Sun Guard and desired to save him from a grisly death; not realizing that he had everything well in hand. Not wanting to endure the coming hell storm, the Thyrsian allowed his armour’s momentum to carry him forward; landing several feet behind the lumbering creature. As his armoured feet slapped against the brackish terrain, the area that he once occupied filled with the orbiting gunship’s laser cannonade.

Far above, and somewhat in the distance, the skies began to fill with dark portents. The end of the conflict was coming near, and it seemed either side began to toss more meat into the grinder; hoping that the enemy would suffer and inevitably succumb to the pangs of attrition first. Baradium missiles detonated in the skies above the crumbling palace, forever denying him the chance to claim that distant locale as his own. It left him momentarily conflicted before his mind threw him back into the ever-shifting throes of reality. He wanted to lay claim to the palace and inevitably hold it for ransom -- so that he could utilize that position of strength to wrest control of his homeworld from Echani hands. Sadly, such a future was denied to him and he was forced down the path of conflict once more. With the towering figure now behind him, Khonsu pivoted on the spot to see if this being survived the plasmatic onslaught; readying himself for the impossible just in case. His brush with death was far closer than he would’ve liked, but such was war.

Everyone desired the laurels of glory in their own right and such trifles as honourable duels were a thing of the past. Now? All that mattered was whoever remained standing at the end. Honour meant little to the dead.
 
Senator of Vaklin, 1st Siskeeni Advisor
Location: on planet, near the palace
Allies: [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Enemies: [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Kaine Australis"]

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Lucian kept tracking Kaine, blaster firing relentlessly. Then he pulled the trigger and nothing. Ducking down he ejected the spent power cell and slapped a fresh one in. Rising once more his eyes locked into Kaine as he fired. The rounds we're off, just enough. Yet they hit the lip of the stone ledge shattering pieces that flew with hypervelocity. Shards of stone embedded into his eyes and face sending him falling backwards with a scream.

Reaching up his fingers brushed foreign object embedded in his face before reaching the shattered remains that had been his eyes.

Derek snarled, teeth biting his lips and drawing blood as he raised himself and looked down to his left leg. A gaping hole now existed where one of Kaine's round blew out the patella. A hoarse laugh that bordered on hysterics escaped before his training snapped him at least partially out of it.

Eyes caught the figure of the Mandalorian soaring through the skies once more, firing on Lucian's position. From his vantage point he watched as Lucian dropped from sight. Alive or dead Derek knew not.

Kaine fell from the heavens, his Jaro'ciryc swinging, like an avenging God intent on not just killing but destroying all that opposed him. Derek's right hand pulled the beskar knife from it's sheath and held it in a reverse grip, blade along his forearm. His left hand splayed out on the ground beside him, the familiar sensation of the enforcer pistol meeting his palm. A cry of elated defiance errupted from his lips as the chainsaw blade crashed down on the knife that quivered under the force of the strike.

A snarl crossed Derek's face as he placed the muzzle of the enforcer against Kaine's chest, an unspoken thanks to his brother for showing him the weakpoints between beskar plates, just where the muzzle rested. His finger tightened on the trigger firing two explosive rounds.

And then the beskar blade shattered beneath the corusca gem teeth of his opponent's sword. The sensation of tearing flesh, flash frozen at the point of carnage sent specks of frozen blood across his face. His hand fell free as the Jaro'ciryc tore through his for arm and continued to his right shoulder. A cry of rage and pain flashed from his mouth as the chainsaw blade bit once more into flesh.

His mind flickered from the pain, his instincts to do just what his family was known for. His skin warmed then burst into bright light as instinctually he fueled the force ability pyrokinesis. His mind swam as his eyes turned to his shoulder as the blade surged forward. The remains of his right arm fell away.

Eyes rolled as shook threatened to encompass him. But the desire to strike out kept him consciousness though his sanity slipped. Unstable power. Isotope 5. Swirling motes of energy inflamed by the force. Friction rubbing the molecules, vibrating them, energizing them. Pain flashed as he felt loss, death, blood. Someone he was connected to had died. Family had fallen. Using the last vestiges of focus he tried to implode the aggravated and unstable isotope 5 residing in the power cell of the Jaro'ciryc.
 
OOC:​
Post: 9​
Allies: Cuddles the Rancor, [member="Valdus Bral"]​
Enemies:​
Objectives:​
Cuddles - Evacuate​
Azure - Survive​
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As the last of the civilians entered the transports, and Cuddles got loaded into the largest ship, Azure heard a missile fly overhead. She moved to run into a transport, but stumbled from the winds of the explosion of the ship hit by the missile above her. She heard the civilians scream as she felt something hit her head when she fell, and rolled onto her right side in an attempt to get up. Shrapnel from the ship above began to fall to the ground, and Azure screamed in pain as a particularly large piece pierced her left thigh.

Unable to move, Azure could only lay helplessly on the ground as more and more shrapnel pierced the left side of her body. She could hear Cuddles roaring, and feel her mount's worry and anger for not being able to move from the transport she had been place in to help Azure. It was through teary eyes that Azure saw one of Valdus' Wardens run to her as fewer shrapnel fell. As the Warden lifted her up, Azure let out a sob of pain. "It's going to be all right, vod." Azure barely heard the Warden speak as they carefully adjusted her in their arms to run back into the ship.

As black slowly crept over her vision, Azure could barely see the Warden tending to her wounds. She took a shaky breath as the transports began to flee, and tried to sing. "H-hear... The song... Of... The m-mount-"

Azure's world faded to black before she could finish.

{Exit}​
 
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Location: Eshan
Allies: CIS
Enemies: Mandalorians
Tag: [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Objective: Purge
Gear: Here, the loss of a beskad

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There were all kinds of looks shot out from the Thyrsians. Some glared with anger, others with a glint of fear, and the rest with an observation of curiosity. The group had a variety of ages amongst the men and women. Vilaz could see some of them, of both genders, with an urge to fight and ready to defend themselves. The Echani were not the only ones to bleed when the Empire lashed out its whip on Eshan. The Munin heard reports of Thyrsian being enslaved to some collar by the Mandalorians, using them as chaff for their own goals. Their looks of fear and anger were justified, but those that thought with curiosity were perhaps shocked to see a Mandalorian firing upon their own. Little did they knew that these Imperial Mandalorians were not his people, and were considered as a disgrace to the Mandalorian Culture from his eyes.

"Thyrsians captivated by our aru'e, Alor. What shall we do with them?" A warrior of Togorian heritage asked Vilaz, Munin clansmen not aiming their weapons at the slaves yet alert on their environment. They were still in battle and every second counted needed to have value in it. They could not waste more time. The Warlord had nothing against these people, yet could not watch over them while commanding his warriors throughout the city.

But they didn't need to be watched. He saw them as Warriors of the Sun, and expected them to be able to fight.

"Hurry up and free them," he made sure to be heard by both his clansmen and the Thyrsians. Munin Mandalorians went out to do what they were told with the Thyrsians being understanding and allowed their binds to be unchained from them.

"Which one of you is the leader," he addressed to the group of Thyrsians and his answer was an adult Thyrsian, maybe younger than Vilaz, raising his hand and stepping up.

"Can you fight?"

"I am a warrior of Thyrsus' Sun, I'd be damned if I didn't know combat."

"Good that helps. Are there more of you?"

"There are other groups of my people taken by the scum, my wish is that they are safe and brought together."

Something to know so Vilaz could relay orders to his other units spread out in this desolated city.

"Take whatever warriors you have, and take whatever weapons and defense from these sacks of chit. I do not have any armor to spare, but the dead Echani and Mandalorian should have some personal shielding on them. I cannot distract my men from combat, but if they can help you, they will. Find the rest of your people, the rest from your group will be escorted to my command centre. They'll be safe."

The two men came to an agreement, the Warlord noting some tension and hesitation from the man. It was understandable. One wouldn't exactly give faith in a person from a culture that used them as cannon fodder. No one would whatever they are.

"Before I go, why kill your own? I do not understand why betray your own and help us."

Good questions, but there was no time to answer them with a thorough explanation.

"They are not my people, they are a stain on my culture. Here," and unsheathed his beskad, turning the hilt towards the Thyrsian. "So you know I'm not like these pathetic Mandos, 'lek?" It was odd for those to see Vilaz offering his beskad to the man, a sword made from priceless beskar. It was made by some warrior from the Empire, but those were the times the Munin was a soldier for it. He no longer was and the blade meant nothing for him. It was an object from his past and remembered him a time where the Empire could really become something, but that potential was thrown away on that fateful day of the Red Coronation.

"We must move...now," the Concordian said, his newfound ally (somewhat) nodded and accepted the beskad. Feet were moving on the floor, and plans were being shared. Both parties agreed on one proposition. Several warriors of Vilaz's unit would accompany the non-combatant Thyrsians back to the command centre while the combatant ones would follow Vilaz until they would part to find the other captivated Thyrsians. Hopefully it would ease the dark toned man's mission while those of Vilaz's clan would draw their attention with their advancement. That was the plan.

"Contact Amon and his forces, tell them we have some of his people with us and send them our coordinates," he said to the Togorian who acknowledged the order and went through their comms to contact the Golden Company with a brief message of the current situation. "Ready yourselves, and fight smartly," before rushing out, the familiar sights and sounds of war greeting him as they exited out of the infrastructure they were in.

Back into the fray.
 

Fedrig

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Objective: Survive till another day
Allies: ME and allies
Enemies: Supposedly [member="Jerek Zenduu"] and [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]
Location: Eshan capital

Fedrig shook his head Allya tried making the point that his leader was absent as well, that she was to blame for this. "Mandalore is pregnant, heavily so, and you want her to be on the frontline?" Fedrig said, this Sith girl either didn't know that or was just as sinister as he believed. He wanted to argue more, to reason with the CIS teens. Normally he'd have shot them down but they reminded him of himself in a weird way and waited to get them away from all this. Fedrig heard something about a Dread Lord but it was meaningless to him, he didn't feel the fear that the two had etched on their faces.

They rushed forward, moving rubble with that evil magic of theirs. Fedrig assisted with the extraction on the civilians, his men unsure if they should help the CIS forces or just shoot them behind their backs. Holding onto a civilian, he heard the Jedi and Sith call out to him. They used honour and danger and the need to leave. Fedrig was confused, he looked around and couldn't see any danger approaching them. Their magic was telling them this, he deduced. That was more frustrating but he couldn't argue with them over those facts. The civilians were safe on the transporter and Fedrig was hesitate to join them, they were still his enemy. However, he heard the distance noise of a bomber. Seeing it, and seeing it Mandalorian, Fedrig growled in anger. What fool bombs the city his own men are located. Jumping onto the transporter, he helped several of his men on as well. However, five remained. Shaking their heads.

"We refuse to betray Mandalore! You are Dar'Manda if you follow them!" The oldest of the Mandalorians left on the ground stated.

"Whoever is willing to bomb this city, one we promised to keep safe, they are Dar'Manda. I will seek vengeance for you." They brushed his words off as the transport left his five men. Fedrig cursed loudly, he joined the Mandalorians seeking loyalty, training and justice for all. His first war and his own people commit numerous crimes against innocent lives, even if they were part of the crashed Star Destroyer or the worm invasion. There was the bombings and destruction of the city in massive parts. He needed to rethink where he belonged.
 
Location: Eshan valley
Alles: [member="Celiana"] and CIS
Enemies: [member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] and ME
Objective: Deal with the Mando

Kat shook her head, it was all too easy for this Mandalorian to say he was there for her people. That he wanted to keep Eshan and her people safe. However, actions spoke louder than words. He was part of a faction that did not have her people's best interest, she knew he could see that if he opened his eyes. But he covered himself in lies about other people and other forces at work. "Look at my home l, my city. Is that truly your people looking after us?! Can you honestly say that the Mandalorians you serve and work with are putting in the best effort to keep our city safe!" Kat called out.

She ignored the comlink from Madalena for the most part, bar the apparent destruction of the palace and refusal to sit anyone but Spencer on the throne. Kat didn't see the queen deserving of her seat any more but that was politics that would have to be discussed afterwards. This whole event of scenarios started with her queen's disappearance. "Now the palace is being destroyed and my city being bombed more by Mandalorians. How do you explain that the Mandalorians, your people, have my planet's best interest when their actions have been to turn it into rubble!" Kat cried out. Pain was hard in her voice, she couldn't look at the city or the damage that it could be in.

"Your people are destroying mine, why are you, someone who wants to protect others, still helping them?" Kat was serious, she wouldn't be able to stay loyal to the Silver Jedi Order if they started blowing sections of a planet up.
 
Location: Eshan [Eshan City – Visual distance from the Palace]
Allies: CIS + Eshan, [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Srina Talon"], [member="The Avenger"]
Enemies: [member="Kaine Australis"], Mandalorian Empire, Random Monster encounter?
Theme:
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Everything around her felt as if it was falling to chaos. What was happening on Eshan felt like a living nightmare. Spencer’s eyes closed as she felt the life extinguish around her, even when she tried to help – it wasn’t enough. Ships falling in fits of fire to the surface of the planet, monstrous creatures appearing out of nowhere, neither Manda or Echani – just to cause chaos. Was that their plan? Did they seek to terrorize the hell that as brought to the surface of Eshan?

Monsters without purpose, what a sad existence. Exhaling, the woman tried to put her pity and rage aside. She had to think clearly for the people around her and her people. She knew she should have just let an envoy visit the Confederacy, her selfish desires to see a friend in person pulled her away from her throne. The pretender didn’t even wait for the seat to grow cold. To hear it was another Echani made her sick. Did no one value honor and loyalty anymore?

Her thoughts were interrupted as she tried to figure a way through this, a helmet was being offered to her and Spencer looked upon the face of Metus slightly confused at his gesture. His words followed, and she understood. A soft smile spread across her full lips as she took the helmet and looked at the broken man. She didn’t say anything, but held on to the helmet knowing it was her connection to the others. She moved beside him and stared at the man she remembered knocking on her door, he had his manners – yet was excited to have finally found her.

A hand moved across his broken face and the smile continued. “You’re a stubborn one. You always have been.” Metus would feel an odd warmth exchange from the Matriarch’s fingertips to his cheek. The warmth would course through his body helping the Vicelord heal and refocus. The blonde’s head tilted slightly as she admired him. “Your stubbornness has kept you alive, has granted you the adoration of a pupil. Don’t ever change Isley, continue to knock – no.” Spencer’s smile widened. “Continue to tear down the doors that are closed before you. Break them, shatter them, grind them to dust.” She drew closer to the man, her voice softened as she exhaled. His senses would pick up the soft and delicate dandelion scent that danced across her pale skin. “I admire that about you Isley, we both did.” Her lips pressed against his and the warmth he felt from her healing would intensify along with a passage of knowledge – some of the more intimate knowledge she carried was passed on to the Vicelord, knowledge that he had sought her out for.

Pulling away, she stood from him and looked to Srina. “If I don’t survive – take care of our people, our family. Not only Echani, but our brothers the Thyrsians as well.”

Unfortunately for Srina Spencer had run out of kisses for the day. Her attention was turned towards the maniac that was carpet bombing near the city. This was insanity, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Holding the helmet, she spoke clearly into it – the comms quieted down as her voice was broadcasted.

“My sisters and brothers of Echani and Thyrsian alike, do not believe what the outsiders, the Mandalorians have said to you. I did not abandon you, I would never abandon you. The coward that sits upon the Matriarch’s seat for Eshan is a liar and a thief. Waited till we sought council with others to strengthen our ties for peace.”

As she spoke, her mind eased, and she found a center within the force. Spencer knew what had to be done, how she could protect her people. A faint glow began at her core and began to grow brighter slowly as she continued. “Fight. Fight against the oppression that will only fall upon us if we continued to let these hut’uuns, cowards continue to find a footing on Eshan. We are a warrior society, a society built on honor and tradition. What do the Mandalorians have? NOTHING! FIGHT BACK! I have come with the Confederacy, they are our comrades in arms.”

The brightness that began to emit from her slender frame grew brighter as it engulfed her entire form. Through the force she would be a being of pure force energy, finding her center she had found perfect balance within the force and had become a beacon of light.


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“We will take Eshan and after we take back our home, we will join hands in equality with the Thyrsians as sisters and brothers. Together we are strong, together we will get our homes back, do not let yourself be fooled by the pathetic lies of the Mandalorian Empire.”

After a final pause, her words cut through like a ray of light through the dark clouds of a storm. She heard the lovely voice of the pathfinder over the comms as she paused. Musing over this she wondered if the woman would enjoy the mission she was about to offer ([member="Scherezade deWinter"])

“Bring me the head of the traitor who sat upon my throne.”
 
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​TORN ASUNDER

Gear:

​Enemies: | [member="Derek Dib"] | [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | @Kay-Yo
​Allies: The Bryn'adûl | The Extant
​Locale: City-side end of the Bridge

​​The battered Servitor dived within the Palace walls, it's massive body writhing as it throttled its weighted form around the fragile interior of the Palace; as the creature fell - so did the Palace. From the outside it would appear as though the Palace walls would crumble in upon themselves as the massive worth thrashed within its confines. The creature dove into the ground, its body plummeting downward as the large crane like extensions outside of the Palace would begin to falter, crushing the entirety of the upper levels. The worm itself, had burned and scorched by suppressive fire collapsed downward into the crumbling Throne Room.

​The worm itself, too battered to thrust itself through the Palace foundations found itself encumbered by its own mass - tangled amongst the wreckage as it was crushed into a fine splattered paste along the length of the wreckage. All that remained of the Echani Palace beyond its basement levels was a spurned wreckage.

The Bryn'adûl forces that fought in the air were simply and utterly outmatched by overwhelming odds, continuing to fight as they indeed sought a worthy end. Some throwing themselves into groups of fighters, others simply destroyed in the mass of Confederate forces. Their numbers were dwindling.

​On the ground below, the two Servitors that had remained deep underfoot for some time. Collectively hollowing a large section of the city scape. Yet, their intent was thwarted as the technologically might of the Sun Guard stomped over the small Bryn'adûl force. The Shaman redirected the two Servitors, their massive forms sending tremors through the ground as one intended to erupt up from beneath the Sun Guards fortified position, attacking their vehicles and throttling their soldiers.

​The other sprung from the ground, its jaws wide as it launched itself at the Eclipse - its massive body creeping from beneath the ships right, intent on slamming the ship into the ground and pummelling it through the earth with its immense physical force. The Striker squads focusing a massive torrent of fire on the seemingly faltering shield wall the Sun Guard produced. Their technology was impressive, and the Bryn'adûl would rely on their Servitors to break the line. A foray of Sun Quaker grenades would be launched amidst the Sun Guard, a deadly toxin that would seep through their armour and make their position no longer tactically advisable.

​The Chieftains Fist would engage those that came forward, using their dual Axes to cut them down. The Sun Guards hoping their speed would help, all too soon to find the Fist had a great strength which by extension granted them speed and momentum. Those who dare draw close would be battered by kinetic waves from their Axes, or gnawed upon by the churning vibro-cutting blades that made up the Axes maw. Their putrid armour shredded.

​The third Servitor continued to pull the centipede deep into the earth, attempting to crush it as it delved deeper.

​The Shaman could see that their forces were insufficient, ordering more from the sky. The Bryn'adûl would have to apply further pressure. Just beyond the battle of the fleets, a grouping of twenty Hel Shards and sixteen dropships would deliver fresh warriors to the field. However, as they cascaded through the atmosphere and toward the battle below, eight of the Shards were lost and four of the dropships were either destroyed or crashed into heaps of fire.

​The Hel Shards that did land however, crashed down around the Sun Guard and Bryn'adûl forces, a few aiming for the Sun Guard's vehicles position. The night had grown dark, the sun blocked out and the sky filled with black smoke. Two Shards landed on the far side of the battlefield, just beyond the enemy forces, avoiding the miasma of plasma fire that filled the city-side of the destroyed bridge. To the left of the Hostile forces, a dozen tanks deployed.

​Two Shamans dispersed, heading to secluded spots as what dwelled within the pods waited to be unleashed.

​-
​Tathra's primal eyes followed the Thycani as he leapt above him, his swing entirely missing as the Thycani held his spear - ready to thrust his spear toward the Chieftain, no doubt he thought he could deliver the killing blow. The Sun Guard had confirmed his suspicion, the Chieftain doubted they would exchange blows bar a killing stroke. Tathra grunted as his Mace crashed into the splintered duracrete beneath their feet, cracking it as the red blur slowly fell apart; the Mace resting in place.

The mass of Tathra swerved, using the weight of the Mace that met the ground to thrust himself forward - the force granting his body additional speed as he moved as a blur, noticing the Eclipse as it moved to fire upon him. His back momentarily turned to the Sun Guard as he spun around, right arm swivelling through the air with Gladius extended outward to cut the man in two only to find his opponent darting away. Tathra growled, snarling as the coward retreated once again.

His concentration was splintered, in a thought his weaponry did as commanded - a composite Shield erected itself from his right arm as to protect himself from the onslaught of plasma. However all too late as the turrets battered his armour, a black scorch tearing apart the upper right side of his crown. The horned element splintering from his head, blackness oozing from the stump as the Shield assisted him against the temporary onslaught as the Servitor attacked the eclipse. Tathra pulled all the energy of the Eclipse's shots into his shield, turning it to face the Sun Guard, redirecting the energy in a singular purple concussive beam of energy toward the Sun Guard.

​"[Basic]: Come here, cretin!" ​The giant barked at the Thycani, feeling the sting of the acid as it burned against his hide. Beating his Mace against his chest, spitting out more black gulps of blood.

​-
​The Queen's party drew near, one of the recently landed Hel Shards deploying six Drones and a Commander - scattered from the rest of their forces. The Section Commander stalked the edge of the street perimeter, watching as the large group became sparsely parted - the women in the middle creating a source of light. The alabaster Exarch removed herself from the reach of the Queen's light, the dark that coiled in her skin suffering in its immediate presence.

​The Drones and Section Commander moved as stealthily as they could, using the chaos to mask their sound as the Commander brandished a small blade, lunging at the Exarch. He would find glory.

X3 Servitors
​x3 Shaman
​x10 Chieftians Fist
​x31 Hel Fighters
​x25 Striker Squads
​x12 Detrimus Tanks
​x84 Drones
 
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: Aegis Eternum bridge- In front of Amelias fleet[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: Destroy/damage Amelias fleet[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies: [member="Premier William Harris I"] : [member="Quoron Cadera"] : [member="Flash Australis"] : [member="Vanessa Vantai"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies: @Amelia von Sorren : [member="Caesar Kenway"] : [member="Alden Akaran"] : [member="John Locke"] : [member="Voph"] : [member="Anton Delane"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Fleet:[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Adenn was standing aboard the bridge of his ship, looking out at the battle going on right outside the glass. He had just watched the carrier do its best to take down an Ascensorial destroyer, and it only took down the shields and did a bit of damage to the hull. All in all, it wasn't that good of a run, especially since they all had shot at it. Shaking himself from these thoughts, Adenn got to ordering his fleet to work.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Hammerheads, focus fire on the Interdictor 2 Carrier. Make them regret going there. Pull back fighter squadrons 3-5, and bomber squadron 4-5. Have them attack the ships above us as well. Let the fighters deal with their fighters, and the bombers focus on the carrier as well. Along with that, have the Kanjiklub Deceivers move to the left of the fleet and broadside their fire at the Uniila cruisers.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]A flurry of activity started once Adenn had issued his orders, and commands were given out. Then the ships went to do what they had been ordered to do. Fire from all the ships ripped through space towards their targets. But it was at this time that the fire from the enemy fleet arrived and hit them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Adenns ship shook with the fire from the enemy, thankfully the shields held but were seriously weakened. The same couldn’t be sad for some of his ships though. As Adenn watched, he grimaced in pain at what he was seeing. The Unicorn cruiser had been targeted extensively. The fire from the enemy ships hit the already weakened shields of the cruiser. It was too much for it, the shields went down in a bright flash allowing the rest of the bolts past. Said bolts ripped into the hull of the cruiser, causing gashes to appear. The cruiser kept shaking from the hits.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]That was until 2 of the Mandalorian Destroyers moved themselves in front of it. Their shields held, if only. They took the rest of the fire from the enemy before returning in kind. Since they were on their sides to provide better protection for the cruiser, they also had their full weapon systems ready to fire. And fire they did, they fire tore through space towards the ships that had been firing at the Unicorn. At the same time, they launched missiles towards the Ascensorial destroyer that had been targeted before.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]At that time, more bad news came to Adenns fleet. That bad news came in the form of a massive explosion. The explosion rocked everything backwards, nearly causing the Mandalorian destroyers to crash into the Unicorn cruiser. Thankfully they didn’t, but the knock back caused them to stop firing for a moment. That moment didn’t last long, because immediately they opened fire once more.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]This concerned Adenn. If his enemy was so willing to use such destructive weapons, what would prevent them from using something worse? Shaking himself from such dire thoughts, Adenn got back to work. Ordering his ships to fight harder, fire faster. He basically had them go into overdrive. It wouldn’t last long, and could have a harmful impact later, but for now it meant for shots down range.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Call back our fighters and bombers. What’s left of them. I want them to attack their wings that are closest to us. Have the bombers, have them get back to bombing the destroyers and crsuisers nearest to us.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]With that, more orders went out and the fight continued. Though Adenn had a feeling it would soon be over. The battle had taken a turn for the worse in a way. That would be a thought for later though. For now, his ships continued shooting at the enemy fleet. They would fight their hardest, hoping for the best.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10.5pt]Fleet Actions[/SIZE]
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  • [SIZE=10.5pt]Hammerheads firing upon the Interdictor 2 Carrier[/SIZE]
  • [SIZE=10.5pt]Fighter squadrons 3-5 attacking flight wings around the interdictors[/SIZE]
  • [SIZE=10.5pt]Bomber squadrons 4-5 attacking Interdictor 2 Carrier[/SIZE]
  • [SIZE=10.5pt]2Mandalorian Destroyers positioned in front of Unicorn cruiser[/SIZE]
  • [SIZE=10.5pt]Said Destroyers firing upon those firing at them. Missiles shot at Ascensorial[/SIZE]
  • [SIZE=10.5pt]All fighter squadrons pulled back to fleet. Then sent out to attack fighters nearest toe Adenns fleet[/SIZE]
  • [SIZE=10.5pt]All bombers sent to bombard the nearest destroyers. All targeted[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Damages[/SIZE]
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  • [SIZE=10.5pt]Unicorn cruisers shields down. Then brought up, 20%. Hull at 70%[/SIZE]
  • [SIZE=10.5pt]All fighters and bomber squadrons, aside from fighter squadrons 3-5, and bomber squadrons 4-5, have been brought to 50% strength[/SIZE]
  • [SIZE=10.5pt]Kanjiklub Deceivers shields temporarily down[/SIZE]
  • [SIZE=10.5pt]All ships shields damaged, 57% average for all[/SIZE]
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_s1jBgB_bM​
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Location: Eshan City

Tags:
[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Jerek Zenduu"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Derek Dib"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Mig Gred"]
Objectives: Kill All Enemies


(Commanding Eternal Empire Forces)

1,300 Eternal Empire Troops (1,500 more dropped off from Dropships, so 2,800)

Various Vehicles

3 Sigma-class Heavy Assault Dropship (Two Destroyed) (Five reinforcements more due to fleet size having 1000 meters left. So total of 8)

Fighters:

12 Squadronss: RBZ-12 Heavy Fighter (Bomber)
15 Squadronss: I-3A Lance Fighter
15 Squadrons: TIE/SS

Reinforcement Fighters From John Locke

17 Squadrons: Fangs
10 Squadrons: Mantis

Total number of Fighter/bomber Squadrons: 69 Squadrons.


As the droidbombers began their attack runs, a large number of fighters would swarm them, in an attempt to shoot down as many as they could before they could launch their payloads. When the missiles launched, several would be shot out of the sky by laser fire from the fighters, and the corvettes opened up on them with their laser cannons. One of the Heavy Drop Ships positioned itself in front of the others. While they were larger, they were designed more for atmosphere than they were space, meaning, this was their element, they suffered very little in the way of mobility issues. However, they were still much larger, and much slower than the missiles and droid fighters.

The missiles exploded into the side of the ship, and caused massive devastation to it. Warning klaxons went off on the ship. Several escape pods were launched towards the ground, to get off the burning ship. The captain kept control, barely, and as it crashed, ready to explode, he maneuvered it towards the warfort that Darth Metus was not near. It was a difficult task, but as the ship crashed, it crashed right into the Warfort itself, main gun firing down at it at the same time. It exploded into a ball of glory, the flames engulfing the warfort, hopefully their death took it out as well.

The other Heavy Drop ships took some damage to their shields from the explosions. All over the battle field, hundreds of Eternal Empire soldiers gave their lives to buy time. Two squadrons of their fighters went up in bright balls of gas and debris. The massive Centipede was simply no match for the giant worm. It was being dragged under ground. However, they would not go out without a fight. They strained the machine, and position its large laser into the side of the beast, braced themselves against the strain, and fired, letting the laser try to burrow through the beast. However, no matter what happened, it was to much strain on the machine, it was in the process of failing. The crew disengaged the manual fail safes with their keycards and passcodes. They set the reactor and beam level to maximum, and, the centipede, rather than be dragged down, exploded, right against the worm, with a brilliant light.

It looked bleak for the Eternal Empire soldiers. However, it was shortly after this, that the call came in. “All Civilians evacuated. Disengage safety mechanisms, unleash all payloads. Reinforcements incoming.”

With no civilians in the way, and the city and palace already rubble, there was no more reason to hold back. They would avenge the fallen. The remaining three corvettes, then began to use their turbolasers in controlled, targeted bursts against the last warfort. Their laser cannons would be used to target what was coming at them from the air. It wasn't as effective, as when it was hitting things on the ground, so it primarily used fighter support.

On the ground, the Ultranauts engaged the superior, but smaller in number Striker teams. They used team work and tactics to try and lure the squads into the open. And when they did, Lancer attack teams came in and launched torpedoes into the middle of them. It didn't matter if a few Ultranauts were caught in the cross fire. They all knew the costs. This was now about eliminating a nuisance.

In the air, the Hel fighters were hunted down, barrages of missiles finally being launched at them and swarms of fighters taking each of them on. Fighters began to also engage the Mandalorian craft. While the faster TIES engaged the Mandalorian fighters, the bombers began to drop heavy ordinance on top of the Mandalorian ground forces. The Sky buddies, were then hunted by a handful of TIE squadrons.

In the air, more and more allied fighters, and bombers joined in, twenty seven squadrons in total, and five new Corvette sized heavy drop ships descended on the battle field. They unloaded their troops, and vehicles, before moving on. One of the Heavy Drop Ships and squadrons of the fighters and bombers, then headed over to drop ontop of Banshee's forces. She was being targeted personally. Waves of torpedos, bombs, laser fire, and the blast of a massive turbolaser would light up her area, with the Sith herself the honest target. They would target her ability to escape, and attempt to trap her. Any time her stealth bombers/fighters uncloaked, they would be immediately targeted in kind. However, the forces did their best to minimize ally casualties, and fired carefully, meaning their fire would not be as overwhelming, as it would have been if allies hadn't been there.

The CIS began to use pure numbers, to attempt to devastate the enemy forces, along with tactics and strategic targeting.

Four of the new drop ships would use seismic sensors to track the worms. When they surfaced, they would be targeted by the heavy turbolasers on them, as well as the laser cannons. However, due to the proximity to allied forces, they once again used selective targeting, only firing when they knew they had a hit on the bodies.

As the Hel shards and dropships fell, the fighters immediately began to target. Several were destroyed before ever making it to ground, (With permission from Tathra) however plenty made it down. The ultranauts began to push forward, to reinforce the sunguard's rear, while a small group of a hundred moved in to protect the Vicelord, Exarch and the Echanni Queen.

The recently dropped in troops merged with the old, and began trying to reinforce them and push forward, to destroy the enemy forces. The new fighters and bombers targeted the drop ships and pods that did land to the side of the battle field. The Shamans as they left their pods would find themselves under fire by two squadrons of FANGS, and the tanks that dropped would be hit by three squadrons of the Mantis bombers, as they unleashed their unused payloads atop of them. Drop ships, pods, everything that Tathra had would be targeted, in an attempt to deny him the area. Without the civilians in the area, they unleashed hell upon his forces as best as they could.

As for Tathra himself. Two TIE/SS came in hot, screaming as they approached the ruins of of the bridge, where the monster was. A quick burst of laser cannon fire was aimed at the monster when the allies were at a bit of a distance, and it allowed for a clear shot. They then zoomed off.

As Kaine flew off, he was chased by a handful of fighters, trying to catch his transports. However, they were unsuccessful in doing so. The Butcher of Eshan managed to escape...luckily, the entire thing had been caught on a holocamera in the armor of the troops, and from the air craft, it would be uploaded to the holonet shortly, for the comic viewing of all. It would probably go viral in a matter of days. It was hilarious.
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
Location: Eshan Valleys
Objective: Defend Eshan from the CIS Invasion in the valleys.
Equipment: Light Mandalorian Armor, Lightsaber Trayc'kad, Trayc'kal
Allies: M.E., Sanya Val Lerium
Opponents: CIS, Celiana , Kat Decoria, [member="Tathra Khaeus"]
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Mig anger built up a bit, and he finally had to let it out. He had tried to kep control of it, but it came out in his words. "And the C.I.S. are any better!? They say Mando'ade are hiding in medical centers with even thinking that we could have doctors and medics that stayed to help, and every one of my vod in the centers should be slaughtered! Saying we had prison camps when there aren't any! When many of the Dar'manda under them would probably have done far worse to this world!" Ilik quickly grabbed the alor's shoulder tugging it and speaking with some wisdom on his tongue.

"Mig, don't give in to your anger, you know what happened to...."

"I know." One think Kat would quickly notice about Ilik, was he was Force Dead, something that wouldn't seem to be natural. Mig meanwhile took a few breaths, recentering himself. Everything he had been fighting against in his mind had come out at once. The Force finally began to go back to being grey in him as Mig opened his eyes again. The alor looked at the Echani. He actually seemed a bit calmer, but he knew that he could explain everything. He couldn't answer for the other clans. Only the Mand'alor herself or their alors could do that, but she did ask a good question. Why would his clan continue to follow the Mand'alor when he hated this so much. Mig shook his head, finally answering with a calm, honest tone.

"Jetii. I stay because the Mand'alor wants to stop this! Asking me to answer for a clan's actions that aren't my owns is like ask the governor of a world to answer for the actions of another. I would ever let the actions of a few allow me to judge a whole people. The Mand'alor... she wouldn't want this. She would want to protect this world and its people at all costs, and I'm sure those demagolka who have done these things will answer for it." The alor then pulled the Trayc'kal and scabbard from his belt. He looked at Ordan's old weapon, then to Kat. "What is your name, jetii?"

Meanwhile, Vipers swung around over the city, attacking the massive worms when they could.
 
Location: Eshan Valleys
Allies: [member="Celiana"] and CIS
Enemies: [member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] and ME

Kat shook her head and laughed slightly. The man seemed to think he knew Kat, knew of what she thought of the CIS and the Mandalorian Empire. However, he was far from wrong, she knew that not all of them were bad but that they had honour, it was however, increasingly apparent that the actions of a few were overshadowing the goals of the many. "No, I don't think the CIS should be in control of us. I don't think Spencer Jacobs deserves to be our queen any more. She failed us and left us to be taken over in this manner, so I wish that we could be given time to recover, sort ourselves out and make a democracy, no longer depend on a single monarch." Kat stated, her sister viewed it slightly different, wanting a strong leader in charge but Kat thought leaving that power to one person would lead them back into this situation.

"I only know that the CIS were the first to allow me to come back and take my home world. I couldn't be here and be a Jedi, your people hate us. Especially as I am a Silver Jedi, I would be captured and even killed by some of you. Don't try to deny it, there are some Mandalorians who would kill me, just like there are some Jedi who would fight you and kill you right now." Kat was not against admitting the flaws of her own people but so many were blinded to loyalty they refused to see the flaws of their people. "I know that you want to be better and do better but you have people within your empire that still hunger for war, destruction and death." Kat placed her Force Staff onto her back and crossed her arms against her chest.

Kat sighed as the Mandalorian explained that his leader wanted change. "No leader can control someone who does that, how many times has your empire committed over the top violent acts against innocent people, it is getting higher. Your Mandalore is either not trying hard enough to control the people who commit those types of attacks or she is a bad leader whose people just ignore her. Either way, you need to realise that people will judge your clan by those actions." Kat pointed to the destruction of her city, she controlled herself feeling on the verge of a breakdown but refused to let the Mandalorians see her cry. "Doesn't make what good you tried to do today, all people will remember is the destruction of my home by your faction. Remember that. Remember that thousands people died today because your people bombed a city with civilians still being evacuated. Remember that just because you lead a different clan doesn't mean people will view you different. Every faction has separate sections but only yours seem to be so disjointed that you don't know what other people are doing within your own faction."

Staring the Mandalorian down, she took a deep breath, refusing to let the devastation break her. She maintained her cool. "I'm Kat Decoria. Silver Jedi Padawan." Kat stated in a neutral tone then turned to leave. She couldn't bare to be on Eshan any more.
 
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Kyle Weir
Eshan Surface, Eshan City, Outskirt Suburbs
Nearby: [member="Alkor Centaris"] ,[member="Rhaegar Nemesis Dib"], [member="Ryndrae Talon"], [member="Naedira Darcrath"], [member="Lucien Rayne"]
Duel Music (Kyle PoV): Aviators - Paralyzed (feat. Lectro Dub) (Dance Rock)

Their conflict fought upon untenable footing, Kyle and Alkor fought and struggled against the veteran Rhaegar who despite being outnumbered seemed in Amur's gaze to fight with a frustrating gentlemanly grace exploiting his natural gifts for the force without shame or pause to wisely slow the possessed Kyle's advance, the Sergeant drunk in fury snarled and howled like some primal reptilian beast straight from the frightened nightmares of children who cowered and shivered in their beds to the fear of such creatures. Blood-curling maniacal laughter leaves Weir's mouth with a pitch that simply couldn't be Human even before it passes into a damaged annunciator to become decidedly monstrous in character, though the pavement softened and swallowed Kyle's knees like a hungry mistress the warrior's feet powered with a simple fury the pleasurable spirts and gentle tingles sent snapping between synapses of brain causes their broad body to quiver, rage rewarded with addicting bliss. "We should plunge our thumbs through his beady eye-pits! Snap those skiny arms from their sockets." Amur's serpentine forked tongue flicks and sneers through their metallic teeth, Kyle however remained wordless although their grin could be heard on every madness-filled chuckle. Even as Rhaegar's weapon furiously strikes Kyle several times across torso and limb, the blood-crazed Sergeant Weir controlled by Amur's sadistic consciousness in their stubborn insanity ignored the deep glowing lacerations burning several inches into their body to pursue the Lord as he assails the Outcast.

Mouth froths and bubbles between the tiny gaps between teeth, Kyle's limbs power through the liquid crete-filled shifting ferrocrete river that rose to be waist height the sting of this colloidal liquid against open wounds neither concerned or is perceived by nervous system. For a fleeting moment, Kyle's consciousness enjoys the cacophony of war and desperation of wading through some repugnant liquid reminding the former Death Trooper distant as their mind is in this current moment of First Imperial Military training. "Yes." Lips dragged out the last consonant with an aching excitement teeth clamped together tightly, Amur stares at Rhaegar's throat as a short blade hald in Alkor's gauntlet thrusts into the Lord's fleshy gullet a thin stream of rich arterial blood squirted from the wound wildly and as the second personality licks its' lips hungrily Kyle is forced to mimick the motion while steadily closing the distance. "No! We must kill them, attack, attack!" Amur's frenzied voice growls in an absence of outwardly spoken words in impotent futility unable to reach Rhaegar as he exchanges dying words with his former Brother. Kyle would soon regain control in the absence of a life-threatening hazard though Amur would be sure to atleast draw a schooner of the dying fiends rich blood. One fist was closed around Alkor's throat and Kyle stared at it with concern even as Rhaegar's life slipped away in a pair of eyes steadily being vacated by their soul. "Y-Youuu wiiilllll nauuuught contrrooool." Amur's gurgling thirsting throat with a whirlpool's appetite eagerly contracts and relaxes desperate to taste the brightly coloured steam arching across the pair of entwined men.

Instead of de-helmeting and sinking teeth around the line through Rhaegar's throat that spurred wildly as Amur thrashed and demanded, Kyle's hands steadily seized back control over their motor control from a fading monster that coiled up more with each passing moment. With a pair of gauntlets putting down more than twohundred kilograms of grip power upon Force Pike's hilt. Kyle, near in full-control over body once more swung it down in a precise motion of Rhaegar's arm at the elbow hoping to separate the corpse's slackening fist from Alkor's throat who still yet breathed in a miraculous display of celestial favour and rage. Clear Hazel eyes blinked together firmly with the warrior immediately spiriting away the active force pike in a single swift motion, the coppery unpleasant tang of blood wet Kyle's pink-stained teeth and tongue. That isn't good. Neither is the fact I can't remember the last ninety seconds, that aside. One-hand goes to pull Centaris' lightsabre from his loose fists and secure it before hauling the dwarfed Alkor over one-shoulder, though Kyle wheezes loudly in a tell-tale gasp symptomatic of a collapsed lung. Rhaegar had seriously hurt the Coruscant Security Force Non-Commissioned Officer between their thrown debris and that titanically brutal melee. Even with air escapaing through a hole under left arm and Alkor perched over deltoid like a child the heavy Kyle manages to heave themselves from that liquid pool sparing a glance towards Rhaegar's body before standing on their feet with a not unsubtle sway.

"Colonel." A cough follows the plea into a dead-comlink. it'd been too damaged to create a live broadcast. This realization costs the visibly wounded Sergeant a few more hacking coughs, their powersuit covered in a dense weighty fetid sludge mixed with the man's own acrid-smelling blood leaking from innumerable cuts that oozed dark coagulating blood. "Hold on Centaris, don't you die on me." Kyle's initial weakness is rapidly replaced with a steeled resolve and strength, their left-hand pulled a vial filled with dark-green liquid from webbing, and immediately it caused alarm in the retired albeit never sleeping Amur. Kyle knew they had taken over from the scene behind them, only Amur's bloodthirstiness could have driven them to willingly charge and engage in a melee like that. "No, not that, not uh-" Kyle's gabled annunciator made a deep 'hng' as the relieving counter-mutagen fluid cooly permeates through muscle tissue absorbing into bloodsteam, once empty it is discarded thoughtlessly towards Eshan's sanguine-red stained ferrocrete and soil. Taking a knee, with a careful almost parental motion the six and a half feet tall giant laid down the broken Centaris against the ground before harshly pressing down a knee atop the man's arterial member running up the centre of stomach, clamping down the blood-flow to his lower body. Kyle's brass-coloured helmet lenses flickered in the evening's dusk, compassionately jamming a cocktail of bacta and analgesic solution sufficient to drug a rancor into painless bliss into his slack body, they had been intended to provide pain relief to the utterly painless death trooper such is their potency they were designed to suppress injuries even the supersoldier could have felt. "You're going home to your family, little man." Kyle's usually hard and stoic expression softens somewhat and it could be heard on their metallic voice.


Looking down upon Alkor's face Kyle's orbs could still detect pain, fury, sadness, and loss in their weary pained expression and touched something within Weir that had been buried in almost three decades of service; their humanity. Although it was buried beneath the identity of a dutiful soldier it existed none the less. Dour and serious Kyle presses an open palm with something approaching the affection one kindred spirit might offer to another. "My duty here in this life is not done yet." The statement bites with chilling finality "To punish the wicked" Kyle thought inwardly of their fate. "And neither is yours." Their voice intoned in a glowering inflexion. "Rise!" Kyle's voice commands cold and certain putting both hands under Alkor's shoulder as a parent does to their child. "Rise, some strength remains in your broken body and I command you now as one warrior to another to use that burning fire in your breast and touch your soles to this burnished soil with the pride you should know." Again the challenged is uttered this time in a deep mechanical growl with the grim conviction of a Chaplain, Kyle's gauntlets offering a steadying guidance to Centaris' boots waiting to feel the tiniest struggle of life in Alkor's knees before delivering the man upon a perch over shoulder. "Look to the sky Centaris, you will pierce that veil again and do penance for your sins, just as I have." Their kindred bond fills Kyle too with strength to follow a steady stream of screaming Echani Citizens in a slow plod of a jog, twenty kilometers an hour even wounded sufficient to pass the frightened Echani who funneled steadily to a nearby evacuation point.
 
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
1x Noctule squadron on the ground to possibly evacuate the queen
7x Noctule 2 squadron damage or destroyed (in space)
1x Pipistrelle strafing run
6x Pipistrelle with ion torpedoes 4 squadrons
1x company of palace guard at 50% strength
1500x Droids left from the first wave 3040 scrapped
1 further waves of 1712 in next wave
3rd wave of 984

Her droids where getting hit hard and fast by the enemy, but they where holding up to it. They would last for a while longer yet, and their enemies would be getting a headache form the gunfire. As the droids blasters where a new version of stealth, make so much noise they deafen you. She could here the fight in the distance, while she made her way to her defensive spot. She was still concentrating on her amulet, she was still healing up. The Noctuals had made a mini fort, three a breast forward facing, so their guns will fire into the enemy as they come forward. Then another two where on a where facing inwards, to stop the royal guard from being flanked. Then least one was just touching, both rear of them two, so they could not be attacked in the rear. This was about five hundred meters from the droid line, which was now fighting in close quarters with CIS forces. As she reached it, she went inside to finish healing, while her guards took up positions on the front facing noctuals, and the two flanking ones. She did not care about the droids, and she had more of them to come yet. She only cared about staying alive, and the sith empire holding its promises to mandalorians. These troops where good, but where they another wave in their rear good. As that what was planned next, she did see an issue with her ship, getting the waves of troops in quickly was difficult. She may have to add new ships, to augment this one day, but that day was not now more the pity. Her remaining squadron of pipistrelles, took up a postion to attack if and when they broke through the line of droids. Their stealth field also failed, radiation from star destroyer, was interfering with it.

OVER THE PALACE [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]
It was hell over the city, as her fighters approached. The CIS had the skies wrapped up tight, above the palace and the city. Though they had no idea that a group of six squadrons, with six elite fighters in each was approaching. As they where cloaked as they descend from the space, they had one mission destroy the troop carriers above the city, and them come back to the carrier again. To reload and then help again above the city, as this is where they where more useful now. As they came into the battle area, their cloaking device failed, possibly due to radiation from the dead star destroyer, nonetheless they carried on, towards their target.

Their orders where to fire on the engines of the three corvettes above the city, they had been assigned two squadrons to each one. This meant twenty four ion torpedoes, being aimed into the engines. They hoped to disable them for a moment, this would make them crash into the city, which was already burning with the wreckage the star destroyer. So it would not do much more damage. They came in level with the engines of their assigned targets, then as they decloaked they fire ion torpedoes at the corvettes, and began an attack run across the top of them. Then when reached the end of the strafing run, they would break and attack, anything in the immediate area.

SPACE
Her dropship boarded the H.M.S. Carnnia, and as it was the body of [member="Darth Tacitus"] was taken to med bay. So it could be properly attend to, and given back at a later date. As it was taken off, the next wave droids began to march on. The pilots where quickly refueling the dropships, and receiving their orders, it was to land in the rear of the queens current enemy, the plan was to surround them. Though they would have to be quick, as they currently trying brake through the line of droids.
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
Location: Eshan Valleys
Objective: Defend Eshan from the CIS Invasion in the valleys.
Equipment: Light Mandalorian Armor, Lightsaber Trayc'kad, Trayc'kal
Allies: M.E., Sanya Val Lerium [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] ?
Opponents: CIS, Celiana , Kat Decoria, Tathra Khaeus [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] ?
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Mig actually nodded to the Echani as she explained her reasoning for being with the CIS, and he could honestly understand it. If something like this happened to Concord Dawn, or Mandalore, he'd be ready to take the first way he could find to free it. When he saw she put away her staff, Mig followed with his Trayc'kad. He then looked at her, speaking plainly.

"And nothing will change if you just run from problems. If I were to leave the Mand'alor because some don't change, then what do we accomplish? Change is never quick, never easy, and almost always has some pains. Mandalorians will always be warriors, but I continue to hope some clan's tactics will change. That's why I stay." Mig then sighed as she insisted the Yasha was a bad leader. He grumbled a bit. He eyed her, sighing again.

"Do you know what every jetii leader's planning? And I know this reflects on my clan too. That why with everything, it why my anger almost got away from me. Like I said, change takes time. I'm sure our factions will be strained for years, no matter how this goes in the end. I know people will see us as the monsters no matter what really, but we will be changing how we do things. Punish those who would bombarded this world." Ok, he was sounding like some actual speaker now, but he was happy when the jetii said her name. Kat Decoria. A jetii padawan. He could feel how much she wanted to leave right now, and he couldn't blame her one bit. Mig, though soon walked closer, extending the hand that held the Trayc'kal in his hand. He then spoke calmly, but with a tone that showed the weight of what he was doing.

"Well, Padawan Kat Decoria, I am Mig Gred, Alor of Clan Gred. I know this can never replace your aliit (family), but from one aliit who has lost to many to another, I want to give you the highest honor a Gred can give someone outside our clan. A clan weapon. My cousin's, to be exact, but with a promise from you. No matter how this battle ends, return. Help to rebuild Eshan, cause it need people like you rebuilding it. The clans know how attached Gred's are of our weapons, and most will at least not attack you if you come back, jetii or not."

Meanwhile, in the city, one of the eight Vipers was blasted out of the sky. The flight command was quick to come to the comms, yelling out to the CIS fighters.

"CIS, we're only here to kill those beasts of worms. Perhaps we could work together for a second, and then after that we'll leave. At the very least just know we'll go!"
 
Location: Eshan Valleys
Allies: [member="Celiana"] and CIS
Enemies: [member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] and ME

The Mandalorian stated his intent to remain with the Empire, stating that running away from the problem does not solve the problem. Kat saw the sense in that, she had run away to Eshan from her difficulty in Jedi training but then again, perhaps she was meant to have run back home if only to protect those left in her family that she could have. It meant that she had some family at least. It didn't mean that sticking with this faction was a sensible thing to do but she understood his side of things, no matter how much she didn't want to. "Well, sometimes you must leave before becoming the very thing you seek to change. I hope you are right about your leader, I do not believe that she will stop men like these do the damage they have done. However, I wish you luck in trying to become something else."

Kat then blinked in surprise as she was offered a weapon from the man's cousin. Some form of protection and acceptance. Everything in her body screamed out at her to refuse it, to spitefully deny this man. However, she looked at her home, the destruction and shook her head. She couldn't give into hate, into spite just because things out of his control lead to this. Taking the weapon from Mig, Kat looked at him. "Thank you, I know how much this means to you. My family will return someday, when this invasion has ended, either way, we shall return. My niece or nephew will walk on their homeworld." Kat looked at the weapon then paused.

There were two weapons on her person, the Force Staff that was her fathers, but she could never surrender that. It was the only thing left, the other possessions likely destroyed in the destruction of the capital. However, her second weapon was an Echani vibrosword. Unsheathing it, Kat looked at the weapon, she had been gifted it by her brother years ago. She had intended to use it to kill today but somehow was thankful it did not happen. She pushed it into the arms of Mig. "This was my brother's before it became mine. He died protecting his people. He died because his leader was not there to protect him and she did not stop those that sought to destroy us either from within or outside. I want you to have this, think on that, think on the fact that a title doesn't make a leader. Actions do, he lead his people to defend us. He should have been safe." Kat paused before continuing. "If you ever think that your Mandalore won't change or that your faction won't then find me. Perhaps there is another way that isn't with them or the CIS."

Kat placed the Mandalorian weapon on her belt and walked back to Celiana's ship.
 
Location: Eshan City- somewhere
Allies: [member="Kyle Whir"]

He watched the life leave Rhaegar and his own world darkened. Alkor watched the fallen warrior fall away into an abyss of shadow, but he was not far behind. The pain, the fury- all of it grew cold and numbed as he relaxed into the welcoming embrace of the darkness. He lost the feeling in his fingers and his grip on the lightsaber fled. His mind swam through haunting memories, faces of people he had never met who burned simply because he was told they should. He recalled having his name cursed, and the feeling of hate that was always cast in his direction. He had always been alone. He always knew he would die alone, too.

Then, he felt a stinging sensation that became a warm tingle. His body tensed and reeled at the introduction of military grade bacta and a sedative that was never meant for a normal man. Miraculously, it tore away the lingering talons of Rage that had engulfed him, and he could see a light at the end of all this.

Eshan City returned to focus. It was still burning, indeed, it was only burning more. Had they managed to save the Echani? Had the Mandalorians lied from the very beginning about their intentions? Why had it come to this, an entire metropolis brought low due to the machinations of some political leader?

How many more people had to die so that people who fancied themselves powerful could have what they wanted?

Alkor's fists clenched at his sides as his hearing returned. He saw the man who intended to arrest him. He was carrying him away from certain death, toward where the last of the Echani were being spirited away toward a new, safer home.

The man challenged him to rise again, to walk, and to look toward the sky. His gaze cast toward the burning sunset, a mockery of beauty but gorgeous no less. He looked down at his left fist, a deathgrip locked around- was that Rhaegar's sword?

Alkor closed his eyes and sighed.

"The only thing I can do," he spoke, his voice little more than a whisper, "is try to make things right."

There was always more to say, and for Alkor, it was a lifetime's worth.

"And I'm not done yet."
 
OBJECTIVE: Report on the Invasion of Eshan, try to not get blown up in the process
SHIP: The Impassive Sky, GNN-licensed civilian transport
TAGS: [member="ECM-42"] [member="GNN"]

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NOTE: All Galactic News Network personnel are neutral in combat and are considered civilians, protected from harm by Intergalactic War Laws. Any damage to GNN personnel and equipment is a violation of aforementioned Intergalactic War Laws.
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The clashes of battle flashed through space as Lorril Hjalri, GNN War Correspondent and her cameradroid, ECM-42 watched the invasion of Eshan unfold from their comfy seats aboard the Impassive Sky. Lorril had situated the GNN ship far out from the battle, hopefully out of range of even the long range cannons from the massive ships that were in the process of tearing each other up. Technically, Lorril was protected from combat under Intergalactic Neutrality laws, but in the heat of battle you never knew if a stray blaster cannon would target her ship accidentally, and no amount of repercussions could undo her body being incinerated in the void.

The Impassive Sky was truly an impressive ship, though its offensive capabilities were essentially nonexistent. It had a hardy shield projector for a civilian ship, and its sensor and image-capturing systems were state of the art. Currently she had all of the ships hypersense holo-projectors trained on the orbital battle; for now, she would stay out of the ground conflict. At least up here, she could report live and not have to worry about getting blasted apart. She would interview the combatants (and the victors) after the battle, whoever they were. But for now, she would cover the fleeters with the same excitement. She turned to ECM-42 and nodded for him to get his holorecorder ready, striding over to the field-newscaster room that took up a third of the Impassive Sky. With several seats, a round table and a wall that could project whatever image she wished, Lorril was set to cover any news story just from the ship. She tapped her fingers on the table, waiting for the cameradroid to finish getting the holoprojector ready.
 
Location: Southern Eshan City
Objective: Surviving
Allies: ME and their allies
Enemies: CIS and their allies
Engaging: [member="Khia Varad"]

What losses were happening on either side were unknown to Talimet. Inside she knew countless warriors had perished today. There would be time to mourn them later, but not right now.

That moment of distracted thought about the deaths around them was all that was needed. Khia took advantage of it and grabbed her knee in a tight grip against her body. However, the pain from the connection was a score on the side of Talimet.

With her legs securely under herself, Khia was able to propel both of them into a wall behind Talimet. The crash was hard. VERY hard. Her back rammed into the wall and through it. The building's construction weak to begin with had been weakened more by the battle in the city.

Attempting to double herself across the back of Khai to keep her head protected, she was soon thrown to the floor of the building and slammed around several times. Dazed enough she was unable to prevent herself from being pinned by the other Mandalorian with her forearm and couldn't breathe for a few moments while the pressure was there.

A sound reached even her still ringing ears and she knew this building was going to come down on them when those shockwaves hit it. Arching her back, she hoped in the brief seconds Khai was distracted that it was strong enough to push her off. If that worked, she would attempt to make it back outside before the building came down.

She wasn't quick enough and the shockwave hit before an escape outside could be made. Turning around as fast as she could, her eyes searched for a place to hunker down in to survive this collapse. Her fighting companion would be on her own. Sighting a shadow in the corner, she made a dive for it and covered her still exposed head.
 
Location: The bridge of the Pitiless Spirit
Objective: Win the day, and not die in the process
Allies: CM
Enemies: CIS, [member="Derek Dib"] [member="John Locke"][member="Kiff Brayde"] @Amelia von Sorenn
Resources: 1 Crusader Class, 1 Indomitable Class, 1 mythosaur class

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5RH9n_ADe8&index=8&list=PL1D42E84A8481F4AF

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ABOARD THE BRIDGE OF THE INDOMITABLE
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The bridge shuddered as the bombardment intensified from all sides. Orders were being yelled out from officer to officer and the ship shuddered violently. The captain called for all hands to brace as a shocking development came to him, that three star destroyers were set on a collision course for the ship. The shields were strong but they were getting close to failing. At this moment a brilliant idea came to the commander. "ALL POWER TO THE ENGINES, WE WILL OUTRUN THEM. DROP THE GUNS AND OUT RUN THEM."

Suddenly the ship lurched forward and escaped the first two ships that were pursuing it, but the star destoryer that was off its starboard side scraped against the engines rendering the engines heavily damaged. Once passed these damages the captain called out again to use the ships as a barrier between the guns of the ships to its rear. He called for all mass driver cannons to rain hellfire upon those that would seek to slay the noble Mandalorians on this glorious battle. But doom called as he saw the warheads streak toward the main battle fleet of the Flag Admiral. The Indomitable was able to fend off most of the onslaught aside from the star destroyer that rushed at its engines. The captain sent out a frantic call but it would arrive at the moment of suffering.

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BRIDGE OF THE PITILEES SPIRIT​
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RrkzIN2eP0U

The Indomitable would hold the Flag Admiral was certain of that but how would his own ship fare. He looked upon the vastness of space and saw that it was beautiful despite its image of warfare, he looked to the planet below and saw that it was a paradise in ruins due to war and conflict.

"SIR INCOMING MISSLES, TORPEDOS, AND SOMETHING UNIDENTIFIED. THE GUNS ARE STILL WARMING UP AGAIN SO WE WILL DO OUR BEST TO STOP THEM BUT NO GUARANTEES."

At that moment the first of the projectiles neared the ship. "ALL HANDS BRACE FOR IMPACT." The admiral knew he could not do much but he would try his best to minimize the suffering to his men. He looked around the bridge to see brave officers holding tight to their stations awaiting the impact. The defense systems sputtered to life and managed to stop the initial salvo but the power had not fully been restored and the guns were draining vital power from the shields.

The Flag Admiral pounded on the rail and bellowed, "Damn them! DAMN THEM ALL! I hate having to do this. divert all gunnery power to the systems near to the bridge and make sure nothing else gets......"

Suddenly the first thermonuclear device was intercepted by a cannon and erupted in a fireball that stunned the crew and all those that were watching the spectacle unfold. How could such weapons be used even against an enemy? This act was vile. Then the guns began to run out of power and more and more impacted the ships failing shield. He saw a second device streaking straight for the bridge, he grasped his post tight and saw a cannon fire and stop the missile, the missile exploded at the close range and flared like a miniature sun.

THEN
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DARK
The last sight he would ever truly see, the flash of light that almost ended his life. He collapsed on the floor. He began moving his hands frantically to see if he could see them, he tried to open his eyes wider to receive some sort of stimuli but there was nothing but darkness. He heard his men rush to his side but he could not speak because the shock had still not set in.

He was picked up and the men began to carry him away. As they did he pushed his comlink and uttered a message before he fell asleep,

"My sight and love have been taken, my dreams and hopes have been taken. No cybernetic could ever truly replace what has been stolen from me. You have robbed me of my great joy and my command for only this moment, I will return and you will see what mistakes you made."

With that the Flag Admiral fell asleep. The Spirit sprang to life and the guns roard back to life in hopes of taking vengence for that which was stolen from the Emmerald Immortal.


Indomitable rushes forward sending the ramming ships toward each other and opens fires with its mass driver guns at all surrounding ships. Mythosaur receives no damage from projectiles launched at it, Pitiless Spirit holds position and fires. Indomitable: shields 10% hull 87%, Mythosaur: 60% shields 100% hull, Crusader class: shields 25% hull 85%
 

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