Exodus - SSC Dominion of Tygara

[Elanil Saedaris]

Objective 1 for both

Elanil Saedaris
Location: On the Ship with [member="Tegaea Alcori"]

While the ship was taking it's shot, an Eldorai sniffling made the mistake of stepping in front of Elanil. Her nose crinkled up, irritated and annoyed by the sight. It was far from how she viewed a good Eldorai in this situation, not to mention it was trying her nervous at that very moment when she was needed to help save the people of Kaeshana. Such distractions could never be allowed, not to mention she was in her way!

So, Elanil decided it was her duty to speak up. "Save those tears for your pillow. No one wants to see them. Real Eldorai don't cry. Now, get out of my way, before I snap your little neck." Not that Elanil was actually capable of snapping anyone's neck. She after all could not fight her way out of a wet paper bag, and putting a blaster in her hands was only dangerous to those standing next to her.

After new data was handed off to her, Elanil jotted some quick calculations down once more. Finally she spoke up, "That shot opened further fissures throughout the asteroid. We simple need to hit precisely center this time, and we should be able to knock a significant portion off. And hopefully nudge it a bit further off course." Or so the redhead hoped.

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Cora Passek
Location: Palace, Central City District
[member="Tarissa Cadalthor"]

Cora gave a sweet nod to Eileithya. "Thank you." She whispered quietly, a little uncertain about being praised in such a manner. At the priestess' words, the blonde followed quickly along.

Finally they came into the healing area. Far too many wounded lay about, being tended to as best as could be done under the circumstances. Walking over, Cora gently laid the Eldorai woman down on the bed. A deep worried frown crossed her lips hearing that most of those in the room with her didn't have a precious ticket to escape the hell that was coming.

"It was quite kind of her to do that." She chose not to complain about the system that was at least saving the species in general. It just sucked that so many of the common people, good people would be left behind to die. It hardly seemed fair, not at all. And Cora couldn't help but feel a knot of guilt form in her stomach. She after all would make it off the planet alive. The same couldn't be said for the others in the room.

(5/20)

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective 3.
Location: Cave System

Enmass soliders and force users leaped from the transport, Abaigeal one of them. Quickly she put on her mask provided for her along with weapons and armour from the Firemane stock. She stood back, however, and waited for the rip in the fracture which was deployed by the strength and power of Lady Sio. It never ceases to amaze Abaigeal just how powerful the woman is, so much power to wield against those that oppose freedoms of others or dispatch enemy of any ilk.

A large cloud of debris and dust billowed up from the hole created. The air thick with it made visibility impossible and would do so for some time. But they had aid of sight not only through the force, but scanners that would provide a line of vision and they all entered behind their leader. Sio wasted no time entering the battle and Abaigeal the same.

The atmosphere in the cave suffocating, the thickness of the darkness engulfing all that entered and some even circumbing to the sensation, but Abaigeal stood her ground and charged toward a small group of the Xioquo. Their weapons maybe primitive in comparison but even weapons of this design can be effective is use with smarts, it is not the weapon that kills .. it is it's weilder.

Blocking out the screams of pain and agony no doubt a result of Sio's doing, and sensing life of those fallen returning to the force, Abaigeal gain on the group. Her saber held before her, blocking any incoming bolts or shots, spears or projectiles pushed away with the force, she leaped into the fight.

The suprise of the cave collapse had them disorganised and confused but that would not last long and so time is paramount to gain the upper hand. Her saber cut through the weak armour with easy, the same for those she threw to the walls with the force and death rained around them.

Many casualties on both sides began to pile up around them, medics calling for assistance for those they attend and even more voices weakly calling for help. It pained her all this destruction, necessary to achieve the victory over the despots but still pain and suffer cuts close to the bone, literally.

After the small group lay now dead around her at her hands, Abaigeal noticed some of Sio's soliders laying injured. She went to them to inspect their wounds but could do nothing, she is no healer.

"We need a medic down here!", she yelled hoping someone would hear her and call in the healers.

(7)

[member="Ryn'Dhal"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Vakarian]

Task: Objective 2​

Location: Daer, Tygara​

Allies: [member="Audren Sykes"], Silver Sanctum​

Enemies: None​

Post: 2/20​

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His time in orbit had been spent scanning repeatedly for any threat to the arriving refugees from their previous planet. However, he had scanned the system more times than he could count, and honestly it was getting to be rather dull sitting alone in his ship; he'd rather be helping out in a more physical way. So, he had decided to pilot his ship to the planet itself, locking in on relief efforts and the various channels set up to keep contact and uniformity between all relief camps. This was his first time witnessing a mass refugee relocation because of an impending cosmic disaster, and he didn't like it. The sorrow that he felt echo through the force was powerful, perhaps even more powerful than the voices that liked to whisper to him in the dark.

In an attempt to drown out the sorrow, he had decided to help where he could. That meant getting down into the dirt and building foundations and defenses for the coming night. The native Xioquo were creatures that preferred to attack in the thick of night, which happened to be the time that Coryn liked the least. It was when the whispers were at their most influential, a time when they could torment him with nightmares and false promises. They knew his weaknesses, and they played upon them. He had resisted them thus far, and he had no plans of allowing them to draw him into the Dark Side. So, he took peace where he could find it, and helped the people situate themselves in a new place; if only for the selfish reason of drowning out the constant threat of whispers.

His heart beat for the refugees, do not assume otherwise, his fear of the darkness just overpowered his feelings for them. But, he would find a way to keep himself busy, even if that meant work without rest, he would not give the whispers a chance to tempt him as they had done so many times before. If he kept busy, and kept his mind from wandering, then perhaps he could prevent the whispers from returning.

Yes.. That was what he would do. With his course in mind, he descended into the atmosphere of Tygara, his mind directing him towards a familiar presence in the Force; one that he had felt on Midvinter and with his aunt on Orrazerus.

 

[Nima Tann]

Objective: Help the poor souls escape Kaeshana, maintain the Order
Allies: [member="Kaida Taldir"], [member="Tempest"], Ice, Silver Sanctum and Friends
3/20


She raised her right eyebrow as a disappointed expression would be clearly seen from outside. If she didn't come here to help and if the situation wasn't that dire she would have questioned her about her patronising the Jedi around, yet of course Nima was a pacifist around the ones who identified themselves as an ally. And to be honest there were so many here and starting a conflict here wouldn't be much helpful, and to be honest even a Jedi Master wouldn't do much about thousand blaster bolts. The dark aura of this place got closer and closer as the seconds passed, and she was sure that the commander realized that as well since she started ordering people around. Wow, such a b... beautiful person. She thought, as a smile formed on her face. And just as the Force presence got silent for a second, a comm message could be heard. Just like she had felt before, the rebels were attacking. So, she decided to just ignore her words and nodded, then started to follow the woman to the fight. "Lead the way." She said in a serious way. There would be the times where she would get her revenge.

No matter, the heat was increasing slightly as the officers started to run around in a hurry. She took her lightsaber from the hilt and activated it and started to run towards the enemies who were now trying to outnumber them, yet they had the education, and better equipments so she thought it would be easy. Easy, she thought as a big, very hot fireball came towards her, if she wasn't a Jedi she would burn right now. Those people could spit fire?! Well, she took her lightsaber to the gunfight, it seemed. So, Ice started to run towards the fire thrower, and he was so fast that even the fire thrower could see him as he already jumped towards the man. Yet he was fast, and threw another fireball towards Ice. It would burn a normal wolf, yet he was so fast that his wind put out the fire and soonly the fire thrower had no life between the teeth of the wolf which now turned to a vicious beast from the cute pet. So she didn't worry about him and let him do his job in the background.

And there were usual enemies who had blasters and melee weapons, so it was her job to eliminate them. Yet, something was wrong. She could sense it, and she was disturbed by it. She didn't wait for much since one of the men started running towards her, and evaded his attack by tackling him to the ground, and she jumped towards the others, Force pushing them to the ground to make sure they wouldn't attack her while on the air. And as she landed, she made them unconscious with an electric pulse towards their brains. Even if they were bad people, they would be questioned and then put into trials as the laws. Normally she wouldn't go all lawful yet she sensed that something was wrong, so no killing until she understood the reality of the situation. As she continued thinking, she didn't realize that the man she just tackled to the ground stood up and attacked her, stabbing her arm with the vibroknife as she suddenly came to her senses with the immense pain she felt. She could feel the anger was growing inside with the pain as she turned and hit the man in the head with her lightsaber hilt and choked his throat until she felt another hand on her back. "Don't touch me!" As she turned to the presence full of rage and sent a punch, she suddenly stopped feeling so angry as she tried to control her breath, she just hit a child... It was a little girl, almost about to cry. "Don't kill my father please!"

Then bam, suddenly everything came clear to the girl. Those rebels, weren't actually as bad as they thought. They were fathers, they had their family, and they were just scared and trying to save what was most valuable for them. She didn't say anything, yet she just stood up from the top of almost death man and looked blankly towards the little girl... As a Jedi, she was now hurting innocents. "I am sorry. Let... let me help you." She said, as extending an hand for the girl to stand up, yet she was so frightened that she didn't move an inch. She said in a frightened voice. "I thought Jedi were the good people." This just hit her so hard that even thousand blasters would hit. "I..." Yet before she could explain herself, the girl run towards her mother and Nima was back at the battlefield. With the shock, she didn't realize the vibrosword coming towards her face. Luckily, Ice was there to save the day and push the man to the ground ready to kill. "Don't kill him Ice." She said, as she sent an electric shock to his brain to make him unconscious. Even Ice was surprised to her suddenly changed expression.

 

[Spencer Olin]

Objective: 1 towards 2
Location: In hyper on the way to Tygara
[4/20]

With the ship now in hyper on the way to Tygara Spencer and the members of the SSC aboard the ship had done their best to save as many people from the planet as possible. It wasn't the best outcome, but it was sure better than nothing. Millions of people still sat on the planet waiting, hoping for someone to rescue them. With time going on, their hope would diminish. Spencer sat from the bridge prior to jumping to hyper, looking at the planet as it grew smaller and smaller. The people that were left behind edged into his mind. As the jump to hyperspace it was time to relax before the next big mission, to get everyone off the ship safely and orderly. It would be a tough one.

"You guys can handle the bridge for a bit?" He asked the soldiers in the bridge, "Yes sir, we are fine. Go do what you need to do." One replied as she looked up from her work station. "Thank you. I'll be available by coms if you need me." Spencer replied with a friendly smile and a slight nod before turning around and leaving the bridge. He made his way through the ship to his quarters. He wasn't so much tired, but more lost in his own thoughts. He was still only a young Padawan thus this was one of the first times he had seen such despair on the faces of those left behind. It struck him at the core. All he wanted to do was help everyone, all the time. Save everyone and help them. But Spencer would have to realize that it is not all glory, saving lives and helping people. There are times where one must make a decision, risk the lives of everyone on board to take an extra few. Or fill the ship only to its capacity, knowing that there was a chance to save more. It was a hard debate that went over and over through his mind. But all he wanted to do was get a few seconds rest before the next part of the mission began.

As Spencer dozed off he heard a call through his coms channel. "Spencer sir, can you call through to the mess, there is a situation." The voice came through coms, clearly worried about something. Spencer quickly replied. "Rodger, on my way." He jumped up off the bed wiping his face with his arm trying to cleanse his face slightly so it didn't look like he just woke up from a nightmare. As he ran down the corridor towards the mess he could begin to hear what was going on. Loud screams, crying for help echoed from the mess. As Spencer ran into the room, viewing the situation for the first time, he was slightly surprised as to what he was seeing. A woman laying on the table surrounded by Coalition staff, officers and civilians alike. Making his way to the front of the crowd he could see what was going on. The woman had gone into labour. With the coalition forces spread thin there was already a shortage of medical staff on this ship. But this baby was coming one way or the other. "Can we move her?" Spencer asked, lacking any real knowledge on the subject. "No, there is too much risk." Came a reply from behind the woman, a civilian, one of the people being evacuated was helping with it. Being sure that she knew more about what was going on than he was Spencer offered his assistance. After organizing the crowd. "Everybody please step back. The more you crowd her the worst it will be." He yelled out over the crowd as they all took a few steps back, the voices diminished with his booming voice.

"We need a medical team to the mess. Immediately!" He called through his coms before returning to the woman still crying and shrieking for help. "What can I do?" He asked the woman helping the procedure. "I can handle this, you need to keep her calm and keep her pushing." The voice came calmly from the other side of the pregnant woman. "Alright I got it." Spencer replied reaching out for the woman's hands feeling her distress. "Its alright, we've got you, breath and keep pushing. You and your baby will be fine." He said calmly, looking into her eyes letting the force radiate off of him in an attempt to calm the woman slightly. Looking at the woman helping the delivery every moment or so. As time went by Spencer continued to help the woman through the tough and strenuous time. But finally an hour after Spencer arrived at the scene. A little baby boy was born. The medical team had arrived during this time and had set up ready for the arrival. Non of them had any specific training in that area so it was decided to leave the woman who already had control of the situation in charge. Spencer with a look of relief on his face, smiled at the woman as she was given her baby to hold for the first time. It was a magical moment, the feelings of joy, relief and happiness overwhelmed the room, a huge round of applause began for the woman the saved the day. "Thank you, you've done a great job here." Spencer said graciously with a bow. But it was time to get the woman and her baby to the infirmary and make sure they were both fine after the ordeal.

As Spencer let out a huge sigh as the woman was taken away with her baby in her arms it was surely a sign of good things on the horizon. And with all the excitement that had gone on he was wide awake.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

(9/20)
Location: Santaissa, near the Lion's Gate spaceport
Objective: Main order, exterminate rebels, facilitate evacuation.
[member="Nima Tann"], [member="Elayne Saedaris"], [member="Valiens Nantaris"], [member="Tempest"]

"Acknowledged," she spoke tersely into her comm when she received word from Tempest. "Firemane's coming from the west. Check your aim, girls." The stench of death was in the air, along with that of burnt, charred flesh. Fires spread, the cries of the wounded rose high to the heavens. The rebels were clearly reeling under the onslaught of the loyalist forces, especially now that the Firemane squad had joined the fight and hit a group of rebels in the rear by storming the Musem of Natural History from above. Of course, the battle was not over yet. Thanks to Elayne and her Angelii battle sisters the truck was safely out of the battle zone and was now speeding towards the Lion's Gate.


This was good. It meant that Kaida no longer had to worry about refugees and could focus upon exterminating the rebel scum. They were no longer to be thought of as fellow Eldorai, but as traitors who endangered the very future of their people. Only the deserving could be allowed to survive. "Wipe out the scum. No prisoners." By now she had lost count of how many rebels had died as she fell upon them with her bolt pistol, blocking bolts with her power or using her Taegis shield. She relied upon the Force and it guided her to the place of the greatest threat, letting her cut down traitors and guide her aim.


Not a single one of them was innocent. Fierce counterfire came from the rooftop of a building and she sought cover, as blaster bolts sprayed the area around her and RPGs were unloaded towards one of the Gunships, which went into wild evasive manoeuvres. "Under heavy fire! Take out of those RPGs!" the pilot called to her via comm, sounding just a bit unnerved.


"Suppressive fire on that building. Coordinates 082," she called out, directing troopers armed with repeaters to unload a hailstorm of blaster bolts towards the roof to keep the shooters pinned down. Grabbing one of the terramancers from earlier she passed on her order via a quick hand signal. The Angelii were a well-oiled machine, but talk than necessary was not needed.


There was a loud whoos when one of the rocketeers atop the building squeezed the trigger of a launcher and fired, letting loose a missile that shot through the air with blast and heat. Kaida could feel the ripples resonate through the Force, sensed the strands of power that indicated a telekinetic specialist had a grip upon the explosive projectile to make sure it could not be deflected. Taking a deep breath as concentration was etched over her forehead, she conjured up a protective bubble, an defensive cocoon of Force energy that shielded her troops.


With a loud boom the missile impacted upon the bubble and it shimmered strongly, as an explosion ensued. Clouds of smoke billowed up into the sky and debris was tossed around, but the bubble had blocked the strike. "Now." An Angelii terramancer sprang into action, using her powers to warp the roof the rebels had sought refuge on, pulling them into a pit as it was collapsed. The counterfire ceased. "Taken out rocketeers. Requesting air cover at coordinates 075-79. Over. Tell Command we have the enemy on the run, requesting they block Liorre Road," Kaida shouted into her comm.


"Acknowledged. Coming in hard to fry the traitors..." Retreating rebels were trying to assume a new defensive position, but the Gunship was coming swooping down, unloading its laser cannons upon them, while from the other side the Mag'ladroth walker attacked, its heavy bolter roaring like a wrathful goddess. Across the battlefield the Angelii and Firemane soldiers were advancing, flushing out rebel forces. However, the rebels had not yet given up, for the ominous roar of engines was heard, before a building that had long been reduced to a pile of rubble was shattered and a tank emerged from it. The ensuing explosion was sufficient to knock Kaida to the ground.


"Tank!"


To be precise, it was a Reaver-class battle tank, ironically a Firemane design. The mechanical behemoth was armed with an assortment of weapons, consisting of a mass driver cannon, repeaters and a flamethrower to fry enemy infantry concentrations at close range. In addition to that, it was also heavily armoured. Its imposing cannon focused upon the walker and fired. Boom. You cannot outrun a mass driver, you can only duck and hope it misses. Needless to say the walker could not do that and so it was reduced to scrape.


Telekinesis on the part of Kaida gripped allied soldiers who were too close to the tank for comfort, pulling them away as it thundered towards them. "Seek cover and get RPGs on it." A burst of flames swept forth across the ground towards her, and the tank was coming closer...then an RPG impacted upon its back. Not enough to destroy it, but sufficient to cause quite some damage. Then using her power Kaida exerted her willpower upon the main gun and quite literally froze it solid, encasing it in ice.


Flames spat forth from the flamethrower and enveloped her, but she persisted even as they sought to cook her flesh. Fire could not hurt her, the pain was simply weakness in her mind, exiting her body. The tank tried to maneouvre, which was difficult given the narrow streets and all the rubble, but as it tried to run her over its treads suddenly turned out to be frozen, impeding movement. The frightened crew tried to tear open the hatch, but it was likewise shut via ice, then missiles blasted the immobilised tank to pieces.


Ominous footfalls made the earth shake and a shadow passed over the ground as an AT-SE assault walker stepped into view, but it was crewed by loyalists. Boom. Enemy armour and infantry died in the roar of a mass driver cannon. Loyalist reinforcements were descending upon the street and Kaida got to her feet. Some rebels wisely turned and fled as she led the charge, but it did them little good as they were cut down. Arctic cold gripped them, draining them of their body heat. However, small pockets of resistance remained, such as the pyromancer who had a date with Tempest. But bit by bit, the rebels were being encircled and there was no escape for them.


CRACK Pain surged through Kaida's body and brought her down to the ground when an armour-piercing round penetrated her hip. Her armour had been damaged badly by a terramancer near the start of the fight and offered no protection against the bullet. Agony shot through her and blood seeped out of the open wound. She breathed in heavily and tried to focus. A medic was already rushing to her when her opponent stepped into view through the clouds of smoke, unleashing a torrent of scalding, blue-white lightning.


One of her unit was fried in the blast as the electrical judgement cooked her, the other could throw up a shield to fortify herself. "We won't be abandoned by the traitor Queen and her human mistresses! You're a traitor, a murderer! And to think I looked up to you when you defied Tirathana." her opponent cried out. She recognised the voice...it had been one of her former Angelii. No, she was no longer an Angelii. Bolts of scalding hot lightning fried her armour and sheer pain surged through her, making her feel as if she was being roasted. Sheer, cold fury filled Kaida as the lightning danced towards her and she answered with an arctic blast of ice directed at the rebel. Her opponent ended up very, very cold and wet...which in this case was more important than frostbite.


There was shaking, pained screams and spasms as the woman electrocuted herself and fell to the ground. The lightning hurt Kaida as well since she was quite wet as well, but she was older and more experienced. making her better at withstanding the pain even as it washed over her like a strong wave. She was showered with debris and winced as shards sliced through her shoulder, but blastes most of it away with her power. Kaida exerted an ice-cold will to freeze the blood in her arteries, clogging them, for she was not feeling like making the end quick or relatively painless. Blood was no longer carried from the heart, the woman's circulatory system collapsed, death ensued.


"Seraph," a medic was already about to see to Kaida when she roughly waved her aside. Crawling behind some rubble Kaida grabbed a cloth and bit down on it as she focused on the wound in her leg. "I don't need help. Move it." Trying to do her best to ignore the pain and the tiredness she was feeling, she narrowed her focus down to the smallest cellular level just as [member="Coryth Elaris"] had taught her, homing in on the bullet. Then she gripped it with her power and pulled it out of her flesh...ouch! Cries of pain were drowned out by Kaida biting hard on the cloth.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective 1.
Location: Mentor-class SSC Fleet.

"We have reinforcement posted outside the doors to the bay, they await your orders". The commander added as they reached the lower deck. "What are the numbers?".

"From the holoimages recorded on the cameras .. there is ten heavy armed males and four females. They have rounded up the refugees and placed them toward the front of the bay, effectively using them as live shields".

"How in the .. did they get weapons aboard this ship? and what the rest of the fleet?", she looked into the commanders face with a stern gaze. "All the fleet has been informed and have checked for further terrorists .. they are clear". Well that something she supposed.

The turbolift doors opened and before Coci was the Ranger reinforcement, armed and protected in armour and masks. "I want Rangers on all the entry points to the bay, do not engage unless I give the order and no collateral damage. But first I will speak to terrorists and see what they demand, this will buy some time and we can get a clearer picture of the situation".




(8)

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Santaissa
Objective: Help the evacuation and wipe out the rebellion
Gear: Combat Armour & Lightsaber
Post: #1 / 20

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NcPifzaV2do

With a whine, a transport loading door fell open, and two figures stumbled out, with one behind them surveying the carnage.

”I love it when a plan comes together.”

Connor Harrison jumped down onto the rubble. The entry had been bumpy, but the Ranger had done his job as an ace pilot would be able to do. The smouldering Silver Sanctum transport had crash landed through a barrage of canon fire to land, upside down, in Santaissa where he had heard the evacuation was in process and the rebel uprising was out to stop them.

Laughing to himself at the carnage, he pulled out his lightsaber with a satisfying snap-hiss and moved out with the Rangers. Within seconds, a shockwave rippled over from a nearby grenade blast, and quickly Connor repelled the raining debris with a pulse of Force energy, and a quick one-two with his blade to deflect orange blaster fire.

”Watch out - up top!”

The Ranger fire focused to a group of RPGs up on the building above, and Connor moved quickly forward, ducking and diving around makeshift blockades as fire-fight became louder. It was minutes when he nearly ran around into the path of a gun-toting masked man, and neither had time to speak before Connor landed a knee into the grunt's gut and a swift kick to the knee-cap to snap it and send him down.

Snatching the com from his side, kneeling behind an over-turned tank, Connor spoke onto the SSC signal.

”I pop out to Jakku for a few days and you end up in a civil war on Tygara? What’s the situation?”

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

10/20
Transport ship to Tygra -> Cave System

Ryn had just finished getting the last of the refugees settled into the temporary camp, coincidentally the sweet little girl and her mother. Smiling under his mask, he was pleased. Master [member="Cathbodua"] and himself had done great work for these people, saved many lives. He was preparing to com his master when the call came in.

Someone yelled for a healer. He could heal, to an extent. But he needed to go help as best as could anyways. Darting aboard the ship quickly, he fetched his weapons from the hold, and with gloved hands resting on the grips of his Long-Knives, he saw a small in-atmosphere transport heading out. "Sir! Can you drop me near the cave system?! My aid is needed!" The pilot nodded and gestured for the young Padawan to get aboard.

Toggling the com, he attempted to contact the one who called, [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] , "Padawan Ryn'Dhal, coming in hot! I'll render what aid I can!" In a few short moments the ship swooped as low as it safely could over the chaos below. Willing the living Force through his body, coupled with his kinds natural agility, he leapt from the drop-ship, and landed on the ground in a dead-run, like a bolt from a blaster. He was a blur, his feet churning up any soft soil it came in contact with as he ran, his Force Run not perfect, but doing what it needed to do in the given situation. He just hoped he'd arrive with time to do what he could do to help whom he could.

 

[Tegaea Alcori]

[member="Elanil Saedaris"]

After new data was handed off to her, Elanil jotted some quick calculations down once more. Finally she spoke up, "That shot opened further fissures throughout the asteroid. We simple need to hit precisely center this time, and we should be able to knock a significant portion off. And hopefully nudge it a bit further off course." Or so the redhead hoped.

The projections were not good. Even for a 16km chunk of rock, the projections of damage were devastating.

Swiftly therefore, Tegaea took the new readings and passed them along. She could see the massive chunk of rock unaided now. There was an element of risk here. They were out of the rock’s path, but if they fractured it pieces might move in strange and unpredictable new courses.

“Preparing Nova Cannon. Target locked and…firing!”
The green flare of energy sliced out and Tegaea saw it impact with a flash that hurt her eyes.
“Target well hit! Large portion of the asteroid is breaking off!”
There were no cheers though.

“Admiral, scans report half the asteroid has been knocked off course! Only 8.8km is still on target.” the gunnery officer called.

“Excellent. Activate molecular shields and open fire with all batteries. Keep this ship preserved whilst we position for a third shot.”

Tegaea picked up the comm again to [member="Tarissa Cadalthor"]. “Second shot has reduced the asteroid to less than 9km. We are positioning for a third shot,” she said.

Tegaea looked to Elanil. “Good work, Ms Saedaris. This third shot is the final chance we have. Find us the killing blow…projections of a 9km asteroid are still dire.”

Whilst the scientist talked the fragments of the asteroid were getting closer, and the hundreds of turbolaser batteries opened up a devastating fire on each piece in turn, knocking it away or disintegrating it.

(Forgive the New York map, it's so we all understand the scale of this....)

6/20

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Valiens Nantaris"]
(10/20)
Santaissa,


In a world gone mad, Archangel stood as a bastion of order and hope. The angels of mercy were here to bring deliverance to the forgotten and deliver them to salvation. However, this was also a welcome opportunity to test new technology that drive the cause of progress.


Such as a host of tiny, flying droids. To all but the most perspective they would appear as resembling insects, wasps to be specific. They sounded like wasps, they looked like them and also bit like them. In the chaos that had descended upon the city no one could be blamed for thinking otherwise. After all, given the fact that there was a brutal civil war and the planet was only days away from being devastated, something like a wasp bite was the least of anyone's concerns.


They were so very wrong, for the insects were tiny droids, equipped with the latest in sophisticated surveillance technology. They could record and transmit images, both audio and visual, and were outfitted with a variety of vision modes, such as heat and night vision. These drones were first and foremost designed for reconnaissance, providing vital intelligence and as such they had a broad range. In the case of some drones they were currently surveilling the battlefield where Firemane and Angelii clashed with rebels, others were observing the Lion's Gate and the ziggurat.


Others again were in districts that had long been given up, looking for helpless who needed saving. Then there were those who were following convoys of refugees. And here the other central function of the drones came into play, for like an organic wasp they could sting. However, what happened when this took place was that a toxin was released. It could be a lethal one...but in this case it was a sedative.


Far away in the improvised command centre in the abandoned factory, Callisto watched dispassionately as a convoy was taken out when one by one every elf in it fell unconscious. First it was the driver of the truck and her companion, then the rest of the guards. Some realised what was going on and took to flight or fired upon the robots. Since the wasp droids were only lightly armoured, even a simple blaster pistol could blow them into tiny pieces, but they were very fast.


The final piece of the trap fell into place as HRDs, hidden in cover until now, sprang into action. Gorgon web rifles and Czerka headbangers, which could incapacitate even the strongest beasts or a raging Wookiee, rained down upon the besieged elves, along with stun grenades being lobbed in. It was all over very soon. Of course, there were those Eldorai who somehow managed to escape the onslaught and tried to disappear into the streets. Those that were not stung by the wasps were soon grabbed by Harvesters when the ominous, giant spider-like machines swooped down from the air. Clawed tendrils seized the captives in an iron grip, then sedative agents were driven through their necks as they were carried away. The Eldorai would partake in the technology of peace. They would receive the Upgrade. Whether they wanted or not.


xxx

Eileithya POV,
Palace, Santaissa, Central City District


"Yes, it was," Eileithya said quietly. "I was surprised." Something about her tone suggested that she did not like Tarissa much. Anyhow, she sat down on the bed and planted a hand upon the injured elf woman's forehead and leg. The Priestess muttered a prayer to the Goddess as she drew upon her power, letting the healing energies flow from her towards the woman. She could not magically make her injuries vanish in an instant. Especially not since she had been seeing to patients for a long time, having gotten little sleep in the past few days. But she could take away most of the discomfort, soothe the pain and increase the process of healing by promoting cell regeneration.


'However, the sweet moment was interrupted when suddenly an Angelii entered the room and immediately walked over towards Cora. "You are the one called as the Cora?" she asked in slightly mangled basic. "Lady Cadalthor desires you in the command bunker."'

 

[Tempest]

[member="Kaida Taldir"]
Post 7/20

It all came down to this, a battle between lightning and fire. Tempest had known many powerful pyromancers but she knew this one. This one was…had been…an Angelii. Her name was Seraph Mya Elatae, considered a heroine amongst the Eldorai.

Tempest looked at the woman with undisguised loathing. “You traitor. Why?” she demanded.
Elatae laughed. “The human accusing me of being a traitor. You have no concept of that term. I know the plan you, that Kerrigan queen and your puppet Queen came up with. Take away enough to be your pawns and leave the rest of us to die. I’ve seen the lists of the ‘saved’, I’m not on it. None of my battle sisters are.”
“All Angelii are being evacuated before impact,” Tempest said.
“I don’t believe you. I don’t believe the Queen, I don’t believe any of that. So I wanted to give Taldir, you humans and the rest of the duped Eldorai a bloody nose. I’ve got my own way off this planet, and after you’re dead I’m leaving. I will never be servant to you or your usurper. Never.”

Tempest shrugged. “Then I guess we have nothing to talk about.”
Quick as a snake she lashed out with a blast of lightning, but Elatae used her power to lift a convenient (and possibly prepared) sheet of metal to absorb the lightning harmlessly. She then sent it flying at Tempest ferociously.
Tempest had no time to react, and was knocked sprawling by the metal plate, but she was up quickly, just in time to be on the receiving end of a blast of flame. Again it lapped around her, but her armour was designed to resist even high temperatures. She replied with a hail of telekinetic debris which Elatae batted away and retorted with a powerful push which drove Tempest back.

Suddenly, the Seraph was there, her burning Sarix sweeping down, and Tempest had to defend herself at full strength with her lightsabre. The Eldorai was desperate and strong, but Tempest was stronger and started to drive her back.
It was nothing but a ploy though, because as Tempest focused on winning the lightsabre battle, Elatae suddenly unleashed a thermic lance-like blast to the leg. Beskar could resist a lot, but that concentrated heat and fire, made Tempest lose concentration and look away. Her enemy ruthlessly exploited this lapse, and smashed her to the ground, knocking her face first to the roof, Tempest’s lightsabre falling from her grasp to the street below with a crunch and tinkle.
And then pain, terrible pain as Elatae stood astride her and poured every degree of heat into her back that she could whilst repeatedly pounding Tempest’s head with her Sarix. The heat grew, and Tempest struggled to fight back against the repeated attacks and from the growing heat. Then though the heat broke through even the Beskar insulation and started to burn.
“How does it feel, monkeigh? Or don’t you notice because you are already so black?” Elatae asked.
Tempest let out a scream as the metal started to glow red and her back burned at contact.
Elatae brought her blade down on the hottest section, and though it could not penetrate it aggravated the wound enough to make Tempest scream.

Tempest had never known such pain. Panic and fear filled her. She would die here, she suddenly realised, and she’d never had a chance to finish training Galina, never had a chance to farewell Siobhan.
From a new place in her, desperation mixed with rising anger and hatred. Who was this Eldorai who thought she could match her? She would not die here; she would survive. She drew on her feelings, drew on her pain and anger to fuel her.

Elatae had thought the human was down, broken, just needing the coup-de-grace through her armour. She never knew where the surge in power came from which picked her up and dumped her onto the roof.
Then it was her turn to feel the pain as Tempest blasted her with scalding lightning. For a moment she held back the storm, but Tempest’s newfound fury was so strong, so powerful, that soon even the Seraph was being overwhelmed.

Tempest didn’t ignore the pain, no, she used it. As her armour cooled in the mild air she advanced, her lightning never stopping.
“How does it feel, queen? How does it feel?! It feels like you are going to die!” she screamed. Drawing all her remaining strength to her she unleashed a last, scintillating bolt of lightning which blasted Mya Elatae to pieces.

Only afterwards, when the purple light faded and the fires flickered out did she stumble and fall to her knees.
“Lieutenant!” It was her Sergeant. “Stay still, sir, we’ll get a gunship in.”
“I will not be moved until this battle is decided,” Tempest said grimly. She would not fall unconscious like some weakling. She was not weak, she was strong!
“It’s over, sir…the rebels are dead. Seraph Taldir has departed. We…we only just got over here and…well….”
“You wisely, yet cowardly stayed out of it?” Tempest growled.
The Sergeant felt like arguing, but something about that voice, not to mention the lightning storm she’d witnessed made her rapidly reconsider. “Yes…sir,” she said soothingly.
“Then get that gunship here before these burns turn septic. Move!”
By the time the gunship had arrived the medic had inspected and removed part of her armour, treating the horrifying burns with kolto. Through all of it Tempest did not utter a sound, though she had accepted some sedative. Her mind was focused on how she now felt. She felt…strong…was this how Siobhan always felt, she wondered?

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective 3.
Cave System
Killing the Xioquo and protecting the injured.

She had recieved a responce to aid. Soon a medic would come and assist those fallen, but Abaigeal will remain there to protect them until he arrived. The cave had become unstable in this area, much debris still falling from the initial explosion and the dust still clung to the air. It is not safe to breath, regardless of the gasses.

The fire in the cave is hot, mainly from the Firemane soldiers but the Xioquo will not submit using what weapons they possessed to attack. Although Abaigeal was positioned to the side, it was hard to see clearly, the combination of gasses and dust from the debris of the explosion obscuring all physical vision, rocks are still falling knocking out sections of the Xioquo forces but Firemane soldiers alike.

Abaigeal stood in front of the area holding the wounded, staving off any attack that came their way, but that was not the immediate danger. Her force senses telling her a large section of the cave roof would soon collapse on them. " We have to move the wounded to a more secure location", she yelled through her mask to anyone that would listen.

It was organised chaos in the cave, the Firemane soldiers beginning to push back the Xioquo, Abaigeal moved forward, just as the roof of the cave began to break. Remember your training .... Sio's voice came to her.

Two large chunks of rock broke away from the ceiling of the cave, Abaigael focused on them aware of her surroundings through the force, in her mind see willed the large rocks to shift and with a strong push they fell with a loud crash to the floor of the cave out of harms way. More came however, continually breaking from the roof, small in size and as they descended, she pushed with effort but speed toward the Xioquo assault. Some of the rocks fell with on impact to the Xioquo but not all, as they crashed into the enemy.

(9)

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Maelion Liates]

[member="Callisto Scarlett"]
8/20

Of course, the organics would resist to start with. That was only natural. However, their resistance would melt away once they joined the age of steel.

The wasps were a key component here. Small enough to easily be missed yet tough enough to resist light impacts, they were perfect for spying and for delivering covert toxins. Like a real wasp the stinger could deliver a nasty jab, but unlike an organic one it could deliver a variety of poisons designed by Archangel.

Maelion herself was not on Kaeshana, but she had sent one of her more advanced HRDs in Eldorai form to keep an eye on the situation with Callisto, and so to help lure others in.

“Unit 21640 to Unit Calisto, organic settlement in sector 181-554 has been targeted. Surround, subdue, process inhabitants. Detailed plans uploading.”

The small town of Markores not far from Kaeshana hard largely been abandoned by Cultists and Loyalists. And so 21640 (alias Leesa) had gone in and helped the people come to the only right conclusion; they should be processed. They didn’t know that was their decision yet, but they had agreed to get on a transport ‘Leesha’ had ‘procured’. She had even gathered all nine hundred residents together in one place unarmed to make it easier.

Many such agents were at work across Kaeshana, preparing meat for the processing grinder….

 

[Vakarian]

Task: Objective 2​

Location: Daer, Tygara​

Allies: Audren Sykes, Silver Sanctum​

Enemies: None​

Post: 3/20​

​

The descent into the atmosphere was rather quick and easy, he was a capable enough pilot to allow easy transition between planet and space; it was the fancy maneuvers and battle tactics that he wasn't so good at. He had good instincts though, so he supposed that had to count for something. If not, for everything.

He was silent in thought as he piloted the ship to the ground, towards the blip in the force that was [member=Audren Sykes]. The sephi was familiar to him, he had worked with him both on Midvinter and Orrazerus with his aunt [member=Vassara Raxis], so it only made sense to head towards the known rather than the unknown. Coryn had done his best to become involved in as much of the Silver Sanctum as he could, participating in active dominions and even some campaigns. He hadn't yet found a master, but that was the beauty of it, he didn't need one to progress in the galaxy. Times had changed since the Old Republic in the time of Palpatine and Vader, masters were few and far between, the Light had less masters and Knights than it ever had had before.

Even so, there was still hope, and he wouldn't give up that hope easily.

His eyes remained forward as the earth of Tygara approached rather quickly, and Coryn slowed the descent of his ship, piloting it to be parallel to the ground beneath him and setting out the landing gear. With a somewhat smooth thud, the ship had reached the ground and he powered down the engines. After several moments of ensuring that everything was off, he made his way to the exit ramp that brought him onto the ground of Tygara. It was a beautiful planet, warm and bright, but as with many planets in the galaxy - it had its own darkness. That was the reason that the Silver Jedi had gotten involved, to relocate the refugees of Kaeshana as the cataclysmic asteroid neared the planet.

It was a sad thing to realize that not everyone could survive the evacuation, there would be those who were left behind. But, he could not think of that at the moment, all it would do would cause him undue sorrow. No, he had other things to focus on, taking care of the refugees that had arrived thus far being the most prominent. He was no healer, or consular by any means, but that didn't meant that he couldn't help in some way.

With his intended path in mind, and the large Valkyri sword he had kept from Midvinter, he made his way towards the cluster of tents and makeshift barricades that protected the refugees. It had not yet fallen to night, so he had some time before he would have to watch for the Xioquo.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

(11)
[member="Maelion Liates"]


The elves would receive the Upgrade. Archangel would share the technology of peace with them. Once they had been upgraded, they would understand the wisdom of this decision and be grateful to their creators. Little did the Eldorai know that they were playing a crucial role in a sacred crusade to save the Galaxy. It was for their own good.


“Unit 21640 to Unit Calisto, organic settlement in sector 181-554 has been targeted. Surround, subdue, process inhabitants. Detailed plans uploading.”


"Acknowledged. We are inbound." Very soon heavily armoured transport ships descended down from the sky upon the town of Markores, seemingly the salvation of the benighted populace that had been abandoned and left to face the apocalypse by the Eldorai Matriarchy and their corrupt corporate allies. They must have appeared like angels of mercy, swooping down to grip the innocents tight and raise them from damnation. Truly, the roar of the shuttles' engines was like the sound of trumpets being played by heavenly legions.


The landings ramp lowered and Callisto stepped out of one of the transports, flanked by several HRDs. Before them lay hundreds of Eldorai yearning for hope. "I am Callisto Scarlett. We are Archangel and we are here to help you. Please come aboard. We have food and medical supplies," she said, tone soft, deep, soulful blue eyes reflecting naught but compassion.


Little did the elves, who were all too eager to leave this accursed place, know that at the same time she sent a purely electronic transmission to all Archangel units in the area. "Initiate Harvest." These two words were enough for the swarm to descend upon the surprised, shocked and confused populace. Within the blink of an eye, there were wasps, wasps everywhere! It all happened so fast that no one could tell where they had come from or how many they were.


"Aaargh..." "Help!" "Betrayal!" All these cries and many, many more were heard when suddenly one Eldorai after the other fell prey to the sting of the mechanical wasps. It was just a small cut delivered by the stinger, but it carried a very potent sedative that would have been strong enough to knock out a Wookiee. As if this was not enough, the HRDs used the confusion generated by the wasp onslaught to fire into the crowd by unloading salvoes from stun blasters and lobbing in grenades loaded with knock-out gas.


Resistance was futile...but there was one who resisted as the HRDs moved in to grab stunned elves. "They're Metal Demons! Run!" she cried out angrily. Ripples were felt resonating through the Force as she drew upon her kindred element to send massive ripples through the stone towards the droids, throwing several off their feet, Callisto included, for she was tossed back against the ship. However, as a machine she could not feel pain so she quickly jumped back to her feet as several elves tried to flee.


A quick transmission was sent to 'Leesha'. "Capture the escapees. Dispatch unit to intercept the Forcer. I shall pursue her head-on." Electronic communication was so much more efficient than the verbal one organics were forced to use. For it cost far less time.


The former Angelii, for that was what their attacker was, was running away as fast as she could. Swarms of wasps pursued her but she once more reached into her kindred element, lifting a couple hundred tiny fragments of rock and hurling them through the air. Several of the rocks peppered Callisto as she pursued her with a speed that made her look like she was moving in a blur. She dove through the hailstorm, with many rocks missing her, but a couple tore through her, for they moved at massive speed. Penetrating her clothing and slicing through her flesh, in places they revealed the metal beneath her and struck circuits, though she kept going.


The fleeing soldier tried to switch direction when from the other side an HRDs and more wasps came her way and Callisto used the chance to bring up her blaster pistol and unload rounds. A push of Force energy was directed towards her through the stone ground but Callisto had picked up on the slight hand gesture needed for the move and, recognising it from before, simply leapt into the air and jumped forward whilst firing. The earth seemed to shake as her boots hit the ground and the Eldorai fell to the ground, having been struck by a stun bolt in the leg as she ran.


Gorgon web rifle charged up and in hand Callisto squeezed the trigger, spraying a mist-like net solution over the woman that delivered electrical charges strong enough to stun most beasts. The elf cried out in pain and anger as she found herself restrained, for no matter how much she struggled it seemed the net kept reforming.


"Stun her." Callisto commanded and as she produced a Force nullifier, wasps descended upon the elf. However, their quarry was not yet done and with an Eldarai curse upon her lips she reached out with her power to crush the wasps and the net itself. Before Callisto could open fire suddenly the woman drew upon her power of magnetism, exerting her will upon the other HRD at her rear. Specifically, the elf used her might to manipulate the robot's arms so that rather than unloading upon her, it fired at Callisto. "Initiate override. Leave," the redhead transmitted quickly as the net spewed out of the Gorgon grabbed her. The electrical charges could not bring her down, but the sensation was damaging to her circuits and as she tore through the net faster than it could reform, the enraged former Angelii unleashed her power of magnetism upon her. After all, as an HRD she had a body composed of metal, which was exactly the sort of thing a terramancer could manipulate with sufficient experience. The elf wielded her power like a butcher would a cleaver, not caring for subtlety, simply for crushing her opponent.


The legs of Callisto felt like phrik chains had been wrapped around, making movement all but impossible. Her arms were twisted at an unnatural length and angle as the Angelii wrapped her willpower around the joints. The HRD shook strongly as the damage piled up, though judging by how the woman was sweating it seemed this was costing her plenty of energy. Then there was a loud, brutal crunch and suddenly one of Callisto's arms came undone and was brutally torn off, falling to the ground with a thud.


Could an HRD feel fear? Officially, of course, they could not, but then again Callisto was not an ordinary model. Rather there was a human essence that resided in the mechanical shell, for she had been created via the entechment process. Once, many years ago, she had been human, with all the desires and fears that came with it - and not everything had been buried under droid logic and programming. Perhaps now she felt a close approximation of fear as she calculated the odds that this could end with oblivion for her. Fear of death - coupled with a desire for revenge - had been the reason she accepted Moira's offer and agreed to the procedure. A devil's bargain where, unsurprisingly, many facts had not been revealed to her until it had been too late.


The space elf needed to use the Force to crush her. Logical solution? Deprive her of it. Callisto just happened to have Forcebreaker grenades, loaded with ixetal cilona gas. In the same moment as her arm hit the ground she managed to twist her remaining hand just far enough as the magnetic grip slightly weakened to fire her pistol, letting loose a couple shots.


Needless to say the poorly aimed shots were dodged but it gave her the time she needed. In a fluid motion the gun was dropped and she gripped her grenade. Pin was pulled and, as massive pressure crunched down upon her remaining hand with the force of an invisible hammer, tossed. Telekinesis met the grenade and it exploded on impact, as it had been primed to do. An orange-yellowish cloud of gas billowed up into the air and the elf....began to cough a lot as she breathed in. From observation Callisto knew that suddenly being deprived of their power was painful for Force-users.


Good. As petty and illogical as it was, Callisto found herself experiencing a close approximation of satisfaction at her opponent's plight. Without giving her the slightest reprieve, she quickly crossed the distance between them. In vain the now frightened elf picked up a blaster pistol and fired as she ran but the shots simply bounced off Callisto, though smoke coiled off her damaged body. Roughly grabbing the elf by the shoulder with enough force to break bones she lifted her up and hurled her against a boulder.


Ouch. There was a loud crunch and it did not come from the redhead. Still not willing to give up, despite evidently being in agony, the elf grabbed a knife and tried to stab at Callisto's foot, but the HRD simply crushed down upon her hand with her boot, breaking it. "Yy-you will be uu-pgraded." Then she rammed a syringe in her neck, driving it in until the woman struggling moving and fell into unconsciousness. The last thing the elf saw were the glowing blue eyes of the damaged droid and the last thing she heard her emotionless, dispassionate voice. "You will become like us. R-resistance is futile." Perhaps before processing the elf, [member="Madeline Kahoshi"] would take a DNA sample and clone her. "Subject has been captured. Require repairs."

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

11/20
Cave System, aiding [member="Abaigeal E'ron"]

Running hard, everything was as a blur to his perception. Ryn found himself descending into the depths of the cave system before he even registered entering the caves. Following the sounds of combat, he soon realized he had found an side channel of the cave system, not fully connected to the area that those he sought to assist were to be found in. "Feth!" he swore, stomping a foot as he stood in a dead-end.

That was when the world fell away from him. Or, rather, the floor beneath him. His natural reflexes, further enhanced by the Force, were all that kept him from following the debris down himself. The sounds of combat came on stronger now that the ground opened up to a new cavern. Descending the newly formed hole, it was not long before Ryn could see combatants engaging. Rocks from another collapse were propelled through the air into entities Ryn could only identify as hostiles. Into his com he asked quickly, "Confirmation of hostiles at cave-in collapse. Force used to project rocks on them. Yes or no?"

After receiving confirmation that they were, in fact, the hostiles, Ryn sprung into action. Those who needed his help were on the other side of these hostiles. His mastery over the Force was quite limited at this time, but it should be enough. His speed, nearly a blur to the untrained eye, he rushed the group. His twin durasteel blades flashed in the darkness, swiftly disabling two hostiles, gliding through the soft tissue of their legs. Their cries of pain drew the attention of a third, whom quickly met the bottom of Ryn's foot with his own face, providing a suitable platform with which to propel himself further towards his target destination. The force of that impact sent the Xioquo sprawling in a crumpled heap.

Pivoting in the air, Ryn seemed to almost defy gravity for a split second, as a quick gesture, a palm flat towards his target, called upon the Force to follow the movement, and strong surge toppling a fourth Xioquo. As the victim slammed into a wall, Ryn's feet planted upon a stalactite for but a moment, before promptly shoving off in the direction of the origin point of the distress-call. A quick tumble, in which he returned both blades to sheaths at his hips, the masked padawan looked upon the scene. Golden eyes danced behind the thin slits of his mask, as he looked to whom he felt might be the one in charge, and the one who called for him. "I am here to help. What is first?"

 

[Eyrecae Alzari]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"]

9/20

Eyrecae lived to fight. Yes, she had been cured of the possession of her creator, and had even enjoyed the downtime on Dahomey, but it could not compare to this. The moment of battle, the thrill, the triumph, all of it made her excited.

Breaking into a trot, then a run she unleashed a howling paean through her helmet’s amplifiers and leapt into the attack. Desperately, the Xioquo fired at point blank range, but like hail off stone the bullets bounced off. Eyrecae landed and her hammer impacted with a sickening thud and a spray of blood.
From there it was unfair. A semi-immortal in armour invulnerable to primitive weapons with a very large hammer against a few dozen Xioquo. She didn’t even bother defending, she just swung her hammer, laying about her until all around her was blood and bodies.
The Xioquo were no sooner recovering from this lunatic in their ranks when the gas shells started to fall as Siobhan, Abi and the Firemane soldiery arrived.

Eyrecae encountered her own Sciian soon after, a Priestess who attacked her with fire. Eyrecae simply strode through the fire, ignoring the pain, and punched the Xioquo, leaving her to be bayonetted by the following Qadiri.
The combination of Eyrecae, the gas, Firemane and Siobhan broke the morale of the Xioquo. Soon the few survivors were throwing down their weapons or fleeing into the tunnels if they could.
“Twenty-one, Sio!” she called. She had a computer program in her HUD which recorded kills. It was macabre, but she liked to be accurate! Besides, Siobhan with her ridiculous AOE TK spam usually won, but it didn’t stop Eyrecae trying!
“I’m heading-,” she began, and got a cannonball to the chest!

The one remaining Xioquo cannon above had continued to fire into the battle, and now the crew loaded a final double-shotted volley of a cannonball along with grapeshot. By fortune rather than good aiming, the bouncing cannonball hit Eyrecae right in the abdomen. The Phrik armour wasn’t dented, the flesh beneath was. Eyrecae was thrown violently to the ground against a barricade and lay still.
However, as she was constructed using the forbidden N technology, she soon sat up, to the wonder of the Qadiri near her. One of them had been trying to lift her hammer, so she snatched it back.
“Mine,” she growled.
It still hurt, but she had a target to set her eyes on…the cannon.
Unfortunately, Siobhan, Abi or the Firemane girls had destroyed the weapon by the time she’d recovered.

It was as she stood in the thinning gas, about to ask where next to go that there was a strange sucking and slithering sound.
Cries sounded from the Qadiri as from the tidal pool vast tentacles emerged! Pulling itself forward, a massive squid like creature, driven by a Xioquo rider in dark armour, attacked. A sweep of its tentacles could knock a person down, others were seized and drawn into the fanged mouth to be torn and ripped apart.

Eyrecae shoved aside the scared Qadiri closest to her. This was more like it! She didn’t want to admit it but she probably needed help with this one.

“Sio…you distract it, I’ll hammer it!” As a plan it lacked subtlety, but it made up for it in brutal effectiveness.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Abaigeal E'ron"], [member="Eyrecae Alzari"], [member="Valiens Nantaris"]
(12)


Faced with sheer shock and awe, the Xioquo defenders were simply overwhelmned. Some were fanatics who fought to the last or retreated deeper into the caves as their artillery was smashed, but many simply tossed away their weapons and threw themselves at the feet of the Firemane soldiers rather than be massacred by the Qadiri soldiers. Some rumours had spread to them that the strange, firemaned alien leading them would be merciful if they prostrated themselves.


Muskets belched smoke and lead as the more resolute Xioquo performed a fighting retreat, with the Qadiri in hot pursuit as they cut down enemies. Several casualties had been sustained amongst Firemane's native allies, but few of the mercenaries were severely injured except some who had been hammered by cannonballs. However, clearly this engagement could not be over yet for otherwise it would be far too easy. Siobhan heard a whisper, a premonition in the Force, then the cries from the Qadiri trying to cross the river when massive tentacles emerged and seized them, inexorably pulling them into the vast maw of fangs strong enough to cleave a person in twain.


The Dark Side emanated from both the beast and its rider, a Xioquo sorceress whose will was imprinted upon it, in waves. Some of the Xioquo found their vigour as the beast emerged, but many came to regret this as it fed upon them as well. Orangeish tendrils of Force Drain embraced Xioquo, Firemane and Qadiri soldiers alike as the sorceress fed upon them, strengthening both herself and the beast.


Siobhan reacted quickly. On the bright side, the beast was a lot less big than Lotek'k, but then again the Terror from Beyond had been the size of a skyscraper! "Troops, pull back. Hammer it from the distance with your heaviest guns. Aba, stay away." Perhaps the beast would be able to withstand shatterbolters and heavy repeaters, despite the former firing slugs able to penetrate heavy vehicle armour, but it would sure hurt a lot. The little E'ron now faced a choice and unlike in Mass Effect her choices might even matter. Would she pull back with the troops and fire upon the beast at a distance, would she help the wounded or would she try to directly attack the beast or the sorceress?


Regardless, Eyrecae's plan was not subtle at all, but it seemed effective enough. "Eyrecae, you may have an easier time simply shooting its skull with your 'pop-gun'," Siobhan grunted as she willed the Force to let strength flow through her muscles and leapt into the air, pulling up very high, just as a hail of shell and bolt began hammering the massive squid. In response it let loose a bestial, animalistic shriek of such force that it carried across the cave like a shockwave, strong enough to shatter teeth and burst eardrums.


Siobhan reeled as the sonic wave slammed into her, steeling herself with the Force. Taking a deep breath, she retracted her gauntlets. Electricity crackled across the open palms of her hands, then a web of blue lightning shrieked from her fingertips towards the beast. Lightning, lightning everywhere! The logic was quite simple: The Terror from the Deep's natural habitat was the water, ergo it would obviously be very wet and, well, just go for a swim and get struck by lightning, you'll discover its unpleasant. "EMP and flashbangs!" Grenade launchers from Firemane soldiers belched explosive balls carrying electrical judgement, along with flashbangs that bathed the immediate area before the beast in blazing light, temporarily blinding it.

Her lightning swept through the air in a broad arc, splitting into what seemed like claws that assaulted the massive horror from multiple angles. Agonised screams, spasms, excruciating pain ensued as she electrocuted the beast, even its rider screamed and her death field dissipated. Such was the power of the blast that the Xioquo sorceress was thrown off the beast, though by chance she ended up falling on the ground instead of into the lake.


The agony and the loss of its rider had the effect of driving the beast out of control. Screaming so loud to make the roof itself shake, it thrashed and lashed out at anything close with its tentacles. So intense was the lightning that it came close to a tropical thunderstorm and the beas twas momentarily blinded, which made it even more aggressive.


Siobhan dodged and weaved through the mass of tendrils as she pulled up further, but one got lucky and slammed right into her side, thrusting her through the air. She narrowly avoided the tentacle as it came at her again, smashing into the wall behind her and leaving behind a hole. Then suddenly the air itself seemed to congeal as a blast of ice struck her. Insufficient to freeze her or cause frostbite...but she just happened to be blasting away with lightning. The result? She experienced how it felt when you were being electrocuted by your own lightning. In her moment of distraction a tentacle smashed into her back and she lost control, falling to the ground in an uncontrolled descent.


Such was the force that upon impact she left behind a small crater, but before she had shaken herself out of her daze the tentacle wrapped around her body and seized her, enclosing her in an iron grip that felt like phrik chains had been wrapped around her. Ouch. Something inside her broke as the enraged beast raised her into the air and pulled her towards its massive mouth. Her hand just about managed to reach her bolt pistol and she squeezed the trigger.


Boom. An armour-piercing round smashed into the beast's abnormally large eye, then ripples resonated through the Force as she crunched down upon the tendril with her telekinetic might with the force of a massive invisible Mjoellnir. The tentacle plain and simply was ripped in twain as Siobhan completely broke it, blood splattering. Freed from its grip she tumbled out and fell to the ground. A whirling storm of limbs came bearing down upon her and she was sprayed with burning acid when the beast spat on her. Beskar'gam was extremely tough, but not invincible and even it possessed weak spots, such as beneath the joints and so burning pain surged through her but she still pulled up even as the agony spread.


Telekinetic willpower wrapped around a tentacle as it came for her and then Siobhan pulled. Very hard. An earth-shrieking scream ensued when the tendril was suddenly ripped off and fell into her invisible grasp. Wielding it like a spear, Siobhan sent it flying and rammed it right through one of the beast's eyes with all the velocity of an artillery round. Until the improvised spear protruded out of the other side of the squid's skull. This was unpleasant for its brain. The ground seemed to shake as she landed upon a boulder, titanic telekinetic might crunching down upon the beast's lungs as she poured her will into collapsing them.

 

[Spencer Olin]

[5/20]

With Spencer up at the helm of the ship along with the other member of the coalition team piloting the giant ship he watched and waited, the excitement from earlier in the day still giving him a buzz. As the ship drew closer to Tygara Spencer got a hold of the medical team watching over the woman and her baby. "Medical team this is Spencer, how is the woman and her bay doing? We are approaching the planet and are looking to transport her and her baby as soon as we arrive." He spoke clearly through the comes as he walked down a corridor to his quarters. "This is Stacy of the Med team. Her and her baby are doing fine, vitals look good. She should be fine for transport once we arrive. I'll get that prepared now." A female voice came back through the comes as Spencer turned into his quarters, preparing himself to disembark the ship. Collecting all his equipment. "Alright sounds good. Spencer out." Cutting the line to the Med team.

As Spencer returned to the bridge to watch over the coming out of hypersace and the descent into Tygara he couldn't help but smile. He has saved hundreds of people from certain death and watched as he helped a beautiful woman deliver her beautiful baby boy. The thoughts of those he left behind never even entered his mind. Nothing could hamper his happiness.

As the ship descended Spencer spoke to the command tower on the ground. "Fieres command. This is Spencer of the SSC Faith. Requesting a place to land. We have many refugees from Kaeshana, we need to get the relocating into gear, this could still take some time to organize." The planet surface looked calm, but it was anything but. Ships were coming and going faster than the happy thoughts running through Spencer's head. With no respond and the ship almost at the surface they attempted to contact the tower again. "Fieres command, this is Spencer of the SSC Faith. Requesting space to land. Come in." Much longer and he would have to make the decision himself. He had to think about what was going on, had someone hijacked the control room? Was there a connectivity problem? Was there anyone in the tower at all? Spencer could only speculate, but either way there was once again no response.

Once again with no response Spencer made the executive decision to land the ship. There was still much to do, once the refugees made it to the mainland they would be heading out of town to the new settlement a few hours ride, a central point between all the cities on Tygara where they would then have to set up accommodation for them all. The more Spencer thought about what was to come the more he though that the easy bit was done and the hard bit was about to begin.

As the ship docked Spencer made his way down to the ramp, it hadn't been lowered yet but the rangers had gathered there for the briefing prior to disembarking. "Alright rangers, we need to make sure this is as calm as possible. Priority is the med team. Get them off first, make sure everything is set and get them loaded into transports, there is still a way to go till we make it to there new homeland. It is getting dark and I want them to at least have a roof overhead tonight. Understood?" Spencer looked around at the men around him as they replied in unison. "Yes sir!" Spencer had decided to go investigate the tower as the lack of response troubled him. He was sure that the rangers would be able to handle the situation. Plus he was still available by coms.