Eye For An Eye [Lords of the Fringe Invasion of Eriadu]

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

Eriadu
Planetside
Generator TWO Area-MGSin' it up

Praetorian had chosen to hit the generator as stealthfully as she could, a rather difficult job with so many forcers around and no cloaking device, but the Merc was confident in her abilities. Luckily, she had a recently purchased suit of Gaurdian Body Armor* with Urban Camo, so she could still be stealthy, but not totally unprotected like Nar Haaska. As Praetorian quickly darted between Alleys, or through abandoned buildings towards the Massive Facility, she started trying to map out how she'd actually get in to sabotage the Generator.

*- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/23772-guardian-body-armor/

 

[Matreya]

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]
Zaiden hadnt forgotten that his opponent could see, nay the arena aided his next endeavor. First he flared his power, but made no sign of such on the surface - his Taozin amulet would make sensing it nigh improbable - sending it Jorus' way in the form of a minuscule Force Blast, the Cryban was knocked back as as it was launched. But at the same time his Blast left his body, he lifted himself high into the air on his hind pair, and flung his upperbody backward slightly.

In the end he maneuvered to be facing the opposite direction, now roughly 5 feet in the opposite direction - his torso that is as his hind legs had move minimally during the spin. The riot gun's shot could have been dan-- boom.

His hind left leg was struck, shooting searing pain through his body as it locked up then went limp (it is a serious stun weapon right? On the phone so i cant look it up as i type). If needed i will of course make edits. Finally though as he stood wobbly, he vanished entirely into the murky dark.

The Arena was best suited for multiple things. In places of utter sightlessness, it was cold, and the cold made it far easier to hide his heat among the chill. Which he did now. Utilizing the best of his stealth, he stepped soundlessly forward, dragging his limp leg behind himself.

<I attack you? This day you attack me! I began my retaliation until it became to obvious we knew each other! Now i seek to leave, but in its stead you mock and threaten me!?> Zaiden roared at Jorus, his thought speech booming, <Why?! Why must my mistakes always be so horrible?!> the latter was not directed at the man but it was just as loud.

But then once more, Kasamann began battling internally with Zaiden. The day of his death the man had broken severely, how much was still being learned. But at the forefront was now the threat of losing control of his body to the Peace seeking Kasamann, or the sheer terror that is Tenebrae. And though Kasamann himself was at all times seeking peace, it didnt deny his dangerous abilities. Kasamann read people better than Zaiden, being the sheer good in him, and this was dangerous in itself.

No he wouldnt be the one to commense an all out attack for no reason, upon battle he would do everything he could to take a man alive.

As he stepped closer from the side he dropped his cloak, then the warrior felt his tail launch several swift attacks. The first moving towards his opponents feet, only at the last centimeter did it begin its curl, seeking to wrap around the back and sweep it as the tail came back - hopefully this would strike as an off balanced warrior was a problem, he knew all to well. Then he shot another, seeking the mans wrist that held the riot gun while his blade sought the one holding the shotgun.

During this he placed his free hand mid section high on the man and once more began a brief torrent of electricity. He was calculating everything as he moved, drop the cloak and use that energy for the electricity, continue to siphon a portion of energy every several seconds to keep his arena up. Disarm the man, if need be cut off his frakin hands, then bring him to the council.

This from the man who spammed attacks without plan.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Betna spotted the Fringe's base up ahead and lowered his altitude slightly as he lined up for a bombing run. Flak and AA started peppering the sky around him, but aside from the occasional near miss that spanged shrapnel off the beskar plated hull and caused some turbulance that jostled the control yoke in his hands a little, he was none the worse for wear. He lowered the nose slightly, lining up the Bes'uliik's path with the enemy's positions and did his best to ignore the migraine he had, made worse by the shuddering from the AA fire.

He waited until his system flashed green, the sign that his bomb would end up on target, which didn't quite matter with a flame carpet bomb as much, and flipped the trigger to release one of the bombs. The first 500lbs flame carpet warhead dropped from the underside of the starfighter's fuselage and plummeted to the ground. Betna moved his finger to release the second bomb when his HUD flashed bright red and displayed warning signs across his visor.

Thinking quickly, he glanced at his scanners and spotted what had caused the warning. Incoming missiles. Betna glanced around the cockpit a second, through the canopy, and spotted them. Not missles, proton torpedoes, or what looked like them. They were coming in hard, fast, and from his right. Betna took his finger off the bomb release and yanked the yoke back and over, pulled the bes'uliik into a right bank towards the torpedoes. The maneuver would force the torpedoes to fall in line behind him and tail him, which wasn't the best thing to have happen, but it was better than getting nailed by not reacting. He figured the beskar plating would hold from the impact, but didn't want to find out for sure.

Once the two warheads were behind him, he maxed out the engines until he reached his top speed. Then, in one move, he yanked the control yoke straight back and killed the engines. The vertical craft with no forward momentum immediately bled speed like nobody's business and the twin torpedoes screamed past the starfighter. Acting quickly before his starfighter turned into a giant, expensive brick in the air, he kicked the engines back on to full and let the starfighter flip onto it's back before rolling the craft right side up. The warheads were now no longer a problem, but he was far off target and wasn't sure if his warhead had hit or even detonated. He'd find out later, though. From the brief glance at his sensors and a quick look out the canopy, he had more pressing matters on hand.

@Antille Jenika @[member="Dash Ardellian"] @[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

 

[Laith Varad*]

...when Ordo gave the command to fire Laith was drawn into the trap with the rest of the Manda lorians. He fired his Blaster Rifler at the doppelganger of Mikhail Shorn with malicious intent, aiming to put his fire into the Sith's chest, before the double dispersed leaving only ruin and chaos in its wake. When Mikhail Shorn disappeared, revealing that what they had all been firing at had been a facade, he knew that what was likely to come next was going to possibly have terrible consequences for all of them. He didn't have to wait long to find out when the walls of the alley crumbled, exploding outwards, ahead and behind all of them with the intent that they would be trapped by the rubble on all sides and blinded by the enormous amount of dust rising from the collapsed rubble. If this were not bad enough Mikhail Shorn attacked quickly thereafter as well...

...the saving grace for Laith was twofold. One he was outfitted with only the arms that had been listed which included his ARC Blaster Rifle, held in his hands, a Heavy Blaster, worn holstered over his right hip, and the Vibroblade that had been sheathed over his back along with the Armor he wore. Due to switching his optics from the normal spectrum of vision to infrared the second was that the dust would obstruct his line of sight much less, the filtration in his helmet also meant that he wouldn't have a difficult time breathing because of the dust, however this advantage seemed to be minimal at best. Especially considering that he was still trapped by rubble from the front and the back...

...the blockage had only piled to head height however which didn't detour Laith from what he did next. Jogging ahead he would have leapt, tightening the muscles in his legs as he came within arms reach of the wreckage or closer before unwinding them like an uncoiled spring, and drew himself up out of the rubble and up onto it. He was climbing out of the trap and making it look relatively easy. The synthetic muscle grafted to Laith bolstered him in every way physically, he was literally twice as strong as a man, which translated into how high he could jump and how quickly he could pull himself out of the trap. With the rubble only piling so high he'd have done his best to do this quickly...

...behind him Laith wouldn't have seen what happened to the other Mandalorians right away, he heard someone erupt into the air as he pulled himself onto the rubble, but looking up he'd have seen Strider before he exploded in what was essentially a flaming mess and then drove into the third floor of the building. Not a good sign. Beyond that he'd have seen Mikhail Shorn above all of them, standing on the rooftop of the building, his vision unobstructed by the dust clouds created by the rubble due to the infrared optics he was using and he leveled his Blaster Rifle higher...

...using the dust from the rubble that Mikhail had created when he collapsed the walls of the building around the Mandalorians as cover Laith would use his infrared vision to zone in on the Sith before firing his Blaster Rifle up at the rooftop towards him. He'd aimed for the area just beneath Mikhail's left hip, it was an unusual target, believing that if he was able to hit him he could either hamper his movement or, maybe, set him offbalance and topple him over into the alley with the rest of them.​

@Ordo @Kable Detta @Briika Tor @Strider Garon@[member="Mikhail Shorn"]​

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Kasamann"]
Captain Jorus Quentin Merrill of ODF, General Merrill of the Rebel Alliance, Cap'n Jor of the Gypsymoth, the Lord of the Hyperlanes, was pretty fething done talking. The CryoBan exploded harmlessly a good distance above them, showering him in frost and bitter wind. He'd been braced for that, though. He wasn't that far from the Andolith. As the blast faded, he heard a limp hoof dragging on the ground. Muffled, to be sure, but photokinetic cloaking was worthless for sound, leaving the Andolith with only his innate physical skills -- and when one of your legs would be unusable for days, and you had just gotten a nice new body without those years of stealther muscle memory, against someone like Jorus that wasn't quite good enough.

Well, that, and the chill in the air from two misfired CryoBans and the darkness made a warm body contrast more, not less, with a centaur's massive body heat to IR sensors like the ones in Jorus' eyes. He might be using the Force to hide that heat, but between the false assumption, the difference between hiding a humanoid and a much bulkier, warmer being, and the slight edge of ultraviolet that Jorus' eyes could see, he had a pretty decent idea of where the blue stealthtaur was.

He did his best not to give that away as the telepathically blaring critter circled around and came at him from the side, just reloading the spent shell, holstering his riot gun and taking his long knife in its place. Rather than find a way to block the ankle-sweep from the tail, he just went with it. The strike was primarily with the tail, not the blade; it slammed and bit into the tough leather of his boot, but less than it would have if he wasn't in the process of tumbling sideways, away from Zaiden. He came up long-knife first, left side still toward Zaiden, shotgun pointed across his body toward Zaiden as well. The impact of the tailblade rang against his Force-enhanced grip and the sturdy cortosis-alloy crossguard. The sword snaked past his knife guard and tried for the distant hand on the shotgun; Jorus was already pointing the shotgun in that direction. The blade grated down the length of the beskar gun and took a slice off the top of his right index knuckle.

So far, so good on Zaiden's part. But grabbing Jorus' chest, which was sideways to Zaiden? With a knife right there, a shotgun pointed right at the arm, and a lifetime's experience in grappling against a burst of lightning and an alien species with a weak upper body?

Jorus took the hit, his knife hand ricocheting up off the tail strike. Lightning streamed through him -- just he got the knife up behind Zaiden's left elbow, right where it connected to the stealthtaur's upper arm. The convulsions jammed the knife back against the arm; maybe it would cut, maybe it wouldn't, but between the monstrous bulk of Zaiden's body, the weakness of the arm, the powerful pull just above the elbow, and the hand planted against Jorus' chest, that arm was thoroughly trapped for the moment.

At which point the shotgun, currently pointed at Zaiden underneath Jorus' knife hand and Zaiden's left arm, took the full brunt of the lightning coursing through Jorus' body. The shells cooked off instantly, point blank, the gun too heavy and firmly held to get shoved away by some desperate movement of Zaiden's distant, weak right arm. He hadn't loaded for this moment, but both barrels fired at once, and the combination was...interesting.

Incendiary and concussion. Simultaneously. Body-rending shockwave, highly reactive flaming chemical payload.

 

[Matreya]

His arm was done, the knife sunk clean in, and then through the other side, parting muscle as it went through. But Kasamann simply utilized this pain, driving his power as he sucked all of the darkness in on them, making it impossible even for the stealther to see. But then he began, solidifying the majority of the shadows in a defensive manner like that of those he wielded during his days with his Darkestnite saber.

Being something he was truly adept with, when the concussions flew he was harmed the least of the duo. Yes he was still launched backwards, but only a bit. For using his umbrakinesis he had crafted the same generic defense so known to him, the shells might as well have hit a three inch thick durasteel wall. So the man would have to deal with a reverberation effect of both of the incendiary and the concussion.

As the Shadow Lord slowly rose, Kasamann calculated quickly; no helmet, equals no oxygen provision, no oygen leads to unconsciousness. Utilizing the pain by gripping the knife still in his arm and twisting it, Kasamann moved his focus to dissipate the darkness but instead create a vacuum like effect by pushing away the air molecules.

Using his only good hand to help anchor the power, he sought to create a layer of telekinetic power that lay against Jorus' armor and skin before slowly pushing it and everything before it out. Yes it was taxxing, and a true test of his concentration, but it was the only thing he could think of now.

The man was better. In his previous body, had this battle occured, in his element, it may have gone Kasamann's way. But right now the only thing that led him to believe he could still best the man were his wounds, these drove his mental prowess. So now he would have to sacrifice the health of his body for its very survival.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Dredge]

"I SEE TWO I SEE TWO!!" Shouts and marked targets came in for serpants bane three four as they hunkered down at the two hundred meter mark, if they stood here they would die and it would be a waste of a life. With blaster fire skimming over their position Vuuhan decided to act to save the lives of his brothers. "RO'ICK GET ME THE RADIO!!" He shouted over to his radio operator, staying low the operator ran towards him making sure to not have his head blow off by the incoming fire that bathed everything around them. "I need tank fire on the anti infantry guns! Shift fire fifteen degrees right and target the guns along the barricades! We will rush the infantry on my mark!" Speaking into the comm creature strapped to his brothers back he sent down the orders needed to hit the guns that kept them from advancing. With those gone they would be free to rush the infantry and take them out. "Burn them!" Receiving their orders the tank beasts shifted their mouths and spat at the anti infantry guns. The acid flew hard across the field soaring into the enemy lines hitting a few infantry barricades melting them along with a few of the men behind the walls. It was a miss and they needed to readjust to hit their target. "ADJUST THREE DEGREES LEFT AND FIRE!" Shifting afterwards the tank beasts fired again their green acid flying in balls of death hitting their mark this time. "Hit!" Vuuhan shouted watching most of the anti infantry guns go down. The base was being pelted with artillery fire and tank beasts it was just about time to move in and wipe out the men guarding it. "Ready Amphistaffs!!" Reaching to his back the sergeant pulled out the black serpant spear that would soon be flying out to take on the enemy.

"This is Serpants bane Three Four! Follow us!" Rallying his men and the rest of the strike force they jumped out of cover and began their rush. A solid two hundred meters to the barricades. Their armor kept them safe from most blaster fire that came their way. However the occasional rocket and turbo laser blew holes in the Yuuzhan Vong troops that roared and screamed closer to the barricades. Death and hatred in their eyes as the fringe company that would remain back to provide cover fire for them. This was the final push to hit the defenses stationed here and they would still need to get into the facility to destroy the generator. For now they charged staffs and rifles in hand they charged head first with sergeant Vuuhan leading the way.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

The flame curled all over the telekinetic shield; the shockwave itself rebounded, shoving Jorus back into another tumble. Between that and the firing of his own shotgun, he was getting pretty fething sore.

@[member="Kasamann"] might do well to reflect on the last time he'd tried to use vacuum as a weapon against an old spacer. When the familiar relative suction of vacuum -- decompression, to be precise -- pulled at his face and began sucking the breath from his lungs, he just...closed his mouth and nose.

Several factors affected how long one could hold one's breath. The biggest three were lung capacity, willpower and heart rate. As someone who'd dived for wrecks and trained his cardiovascular system in grappling training, Jorus had lung capacity locked down. Willpower -- well, he was a Master, capable of sustaining focus throughout a days-long accelerated hyperjump. Heart rate, though, worked against him. He could stay calm, but he was in the middle of a fight. Some Forcers could slow their own hearts. Jorus wasn't one of them.

So he had about forty-five functional seconds while holding his breath. A second and a half to sheathe the bloody knife, another second and a half to crack the breech of his Mandalorian shell gun, another three seconds to fish out a pair of shells from his insulated belt and slot them into place. The seventh and eighth second let him close his eyes and aim entirely on instinct, the beskar stock firm against his shoulder.

Knife through the arm, leg gone numb for hours or days. Kasamann's mobility was pretty low right about now. Moving away fast enough, while holding the stealth and the vacuum in place, likely wasn't going to be possible, not with that much pain and that many Force effects. That was Jorus' gut impression, anyway, as he fired two rounds with precognitive aim. One was just plain shotgun fire, nasty as anything. A normal shotgun was twelve- or sixteen-gauge. This was a gigantic eight-gauge.

The other was a piezoelectric shell generating an electromagnetic pulse. Oh, it would probably fry the incidental systems in Zaiden's armor, and Jorus' insulated artificial eyes fritzed for a second, but the point of it was something else entirely. This was a modern city, and a relatively dense one. Two stories above Zaiden and the street, a couple of repulsorlift billboards sputtered and died.

And fell.

Jorus began reloading. Between the shotgun blast and the falling signs, Zaiden had choices to make. Choices that might let Jorus get another lungful of air.

 

[Matreya]

Two swift tail blows saved the Andoliths life, the first was perfectly dead on, slicing through the shells contents as they broke free, a great deal of the damage was averted but plenty still hit him, leaving dents in his armor. The second however, there was nothing he could do. His suit was no longer going to aid in anyway save as melee defense, but this was still acceptable.

His stalk eyes raised to the skies and he calculated swift, one of the billboards would land approximately 20 feet from them, thus hey would only need to worry about the shower of debris. The other however, was directly above them both.

<I said im righting wrongs.> Reaching out the Andolith gently touched where the mans knife had cut. It was painful... With the bubble of no oxygen being his sole concentration, as he had already released all hold on other techniques, he sliced Storm back into the wound to hack back and forth as swift as he could. The effect of the vacuum would effectively double, optimistically triple, as his blood began to rush anew. The pain of severing hundreds of nerves over and over, it was intense. At this point if the man could keep the oxygen inside, let alone hold his mouth closed, he would be worthy of a far grander bounty.

<Either we die, and it seems my attempts to right those wrongs was for not. Or you use the last seconds of consciousness to save us both, and push that billboard into hyperspace.> Kasamann said, glad to have a species that spoke through telepathy, thus requiring no pull on his energy that he hurled into the vacuum.

He was serious. This was his third life, if he fell...maybe it was meant to be. But at this point in time the pressure of the vacuum would hold his opponent in place as it yanked at him from all sides. As well, the distance was enough that if he tried to jump Kasamann or himself, the Andolith could likely grab the man with his tail and drag him along with.

There was nothing the huge being could do without the use of all his legs. Both die, or both survive and Jorus lives to escape from another factions hold.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Ayden Cater]

On Board the Starfall
High Orbit over Eriadu

Thus far, the Fringe had failed to engage the Protectorate fleet. This fact was beginning to agitate the Lord Protector, as he couldn't very well ignore them and turn his efforts towards the planet. It was also quite possible that they were waiting for reinforcements before committing to an engagement. If this were the case, then he'd have to act decisively to break the Fringe formation now before their reinforcements arrived. "To all ships; assume offensive pattern Zerek Nine-Two-Aurek. Attack fighters; make a pass on the lead enemy ships then run like hell. Interceptors and bombers should be on standby to engage any pursuing vessels."

The leading Shield cruisers reversed course and lowered their shield projectors, allowing the heavy cruisers and battleships to move up into position. Several Solo-class moved up as well. Long-range turbolaser fire continued to lance at the Fringe capital ships, though without the restrictive umbrella shields in place, they could fire more freely and more accurately. Squadrons of Guardian and Knight fighters flew forward in delta formations, each with weapons primed and missiles armed. Closing in, they darted through anti-starfighter fire and began their quick attack run, even as several fighters exploded. Focusing fire on single points, each fighter fired a pair of missiles along with sustained laser cannon fire. After their pass, each fighter broke formation and made bee-lines back for Protectorate lines.

​Task Force Talon continued their harassment of Fringe starfighters that strayed too close to Protectorate lines while Task Force Alatar shredded any landing ships that attempted to slip past. Unless something changed to shift their favor, the Fringe forces on the ground were basically stuck with what they had managed to sneak onto the planet to start. "Lieutenant; let it be know that the word is given."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Kasamann"] could apparently amplify his Force powers through his own pain, which was more than a little unsettling. And the Dark Master was pulling Jorus' body in all directions, which left out all manner of possible solutions.

Daxton Bane had tried something similar, just as powerful, even more brutal, and Jorus had pulsed his aura then in a certain way. Every Master had an aura that kept others from, say, ripping out their organs or crushing their lightsabres, unless the other was strong enough to break the aura. Jorus might have no Force powers, but he was capable of eroding others' grip on him. Partially, not fully. He couldn't do much about the vacuum, he couldn't move from this spot, but he could wear away the pull, especially with Force-enhanced strength.

And considering he wasn't capable of making anything jump to hyperspace this deep in a planetary grav well, it was his only shot. Especially considering he had approximately the duration of the stealthentaur's telepathic ultimatum to get it right.

He gripped the shotgun in both hands, knelt fast against the power of Zaiden's telekinesis, and rammed the beskar stock into the asphalt street, ducking below the level of the barrel. Zaiden's tail rang off the shotgun, and then the billboard -- twenty feet of metal and electronics -- slammed down on them both. Except at Jorus' side of things, it hit the solid beskar shotgun that had withstood a cruiser's core explosion. The stock dimpled the road, broke it, compacted asphalt and gravel by a good three inches. The pressure wave flattened Jorus to the ground and shattered the vacuum around his head; he sucked air greedily, ripping his pistol from its holster and firing by instinct in Kasamann's direction.

Ideally, the billboard had crushed the stealthentaur anyway. One lived in hope.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

stardust dived donward releasing shots at the troops in front of @[member="Break"] s droids narrowly avoiding blaster and rocket fire from below"wow to close

 

[Matreya]

As his concentration on the vacuum was broken, he shifted and began a flurry of cracking strikes from his tail. He managed enough that upon the final strike when it was simply to close, the humongous screen broke around his armor. Crumpling back the ground under such an event, the Andolith clutched his wounded arm to his body.

He was losing to much blood...

"Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut!!" A nearby soldier and his duo comrades began to slowly stir and rise from the ground. The sudden drain of the power was surprising but he shook his head and gripped the connection he bore to these new undead. One ran to spread the disease among the living nearby, but the other two raced to begin bashing against the billboard until they saw their target whom they would do anything to consume, or change.

Glancing to his tail he let a soft groan, for his tail was spent. It was chipped and broken beyond use, anymore and it would be dangerous for himself. Hearing shots fired his way, he cast up a weak tk shield that barely stopped the shots.

He was losing. While his warriors attacked Jorus he slowly charged what little energy he had left, pulling about himself the strongest Aura of Unease he had ever used. The man was spinning from lack of oxygen, soon would be attacked by dual Zombies. If the strength of his aura was enough it could possibly recloud his vision, and bring even more pain to his already sore body.

Staggering to a stand, he hopped along as quickly as he could until he stood within range of the man. Aiming precise shots with his blade, he used the painless bodies as shields should blows retaliate. All the while sensing a silent plea to his Comlink which would translate and broadcast the message to his allies in nearby space as always.

Being a smith he understood better than mosts how armprs came together, where their weakest points were - and this was where he aimed.

All along the chest at points where one would usually find a link, then the arms. The entire time the man would have to struggle to fight back as he was jumped by the small group.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Kasamann"]

Fun fact: Jorus Quentin Merrill had once been known as 'Zombie Snogger' for his role in a multi-strain prototype zombie antidote trial accident. He had faced zombie armies of several varieties. He was, all in all, one of the finest zombie-killers in the galaxy -- and after less than twenty seconds holding his breath, he was just fine.

The Aura of Uneasiness slammed home with a feeling of intense malaise and difficulty focusing on anything complex. Good thing he wasn't trying to do anything complex. Leaving his precious shotgun pinned under the billboard, Jorus rolled free, his riot gun dropping both zombies in about two heartbeats. He reloaded on the move, clicked home a fresh power cell. All instinctive, basic movements. Nothing terribly crazy. But the longer the wounded Dark Master kept up this level of bullcrap -- lighting, acrobatics, lightning, injuries, umbrakinesis, air manipulation, mindboggling Sith spells -- the faster he would run out of energy. As a matter of fact, Jorus was plenty surprised that Zaiden wasn't unconscious from the effort by now. Power conservation. Wonderful thing.

Clear of the billboard, riot gun in his left and bloody longknife in his right, he watched the Andolith approach. The zombies -- resilient suckers -- struggled to their feet and tried to act as inhuman shields to cover Kasamann's bladework; Jorus wasn't about to stand for that. Two more riot gunshots each put them down permanently, bambambambam. And then it was just one sore but functional man with a long knife and a secondary specialty in Force-enhanced melee combat -- speed, strength, coordination -- against a one-armed combatant with terrible upper body strength, blood loss, and specialties in stealth and telekinesis, neither of which did crap to fortify the technique or coordination of his arms. Jorus, an experienced knife fighter, had faced lightsabre-wielding Force-users before, with only a long knife of one kind or another. This particular fight required no complex Force use, no higher thought, not even especially clear sight -- nothing the Aura of Uneasiness did to him. It was just a matter of blocking, and blocking, and blocking again, until blood loss and exhaustion claimed the overtired stealthentaur. That, and handling the occasional cut when he didn't block perfectly. Jorus could maximize mobility this way because, as it happened, he wasn't wearing armor under his coat.

Oh, and that electromagnetic pulse had almost certainly fried the Dark Master's comlink.

 

[Matreya]

(LMAO! Completely forgot about that when i said that. This is so not my best fight. Then again it couldnt be from the start)

The man was still frakkin comin!! His body, broken and bleeding, was moving so sluggish it was evident the man was near unconscious. But Jorus was not.

Kasamann had come to the planet to help end it all stealthily so no blood meed be shed, but in the end could die on his first mission back. Crumpling to the ground, Kasamann tossed Storm to the ground and let his body sag, <Do what you will. I am unequipped to continue this. For what its worth...

<I am sorry.> Kasamann murmured, then closed his eyes. Ready to accept the punishment his crimes had wrought him. Two lives worth of killing, and a third sad attempt to rectify these errors. Would this be it?

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Kasamann"]
OOC/ No worries, dude.
IC/
With a grunt, Jorus fired the riot gun at the fallen stealthentaur, point blank. The cell held ten shots; he'd spent six on the zombies, and now he sent three at the critter, each wide-angle shot designed to knock a humanoid out for days.

 

[Break]

ATTACK ON SHIELD GENERATOR
LOCATION: ON ROUTE TO GENERATOR 2
OBJECTIVEESTROY PLANETARY SHIELDING GENERATOR
BLUE LEADER

Break watched as the ship overhead saved many of his droids. Thank whatever cosmic deity was looking over him when he met that one.
again they marched forward even further. Enemy lines pushed further back from the field Breaks troops were winning with minimal losses. hot plasma and rockets dealing swift justice to those that defied him.
How he wanted to move further into the fray to fight himself however he was needed back here giving orders. He watched as tanks came further attacking other marches to the middle seemingly to busy to bother with him. GOOD a battle with no scars is the best kind of battle.

@[member="stardust"] @[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]

 

[Nyos Val]

Nyos saw the Railgun rounds strike the dragon's back and go high as the dragon dipped, coming down on Nyos. The cyborg rolled and planted his feet on the dragons front side and pushed off to the side, and fired at the lizards eye. As he fell, he witnessed the two bombs light up the Fringe line where they had just started their move towards the city, as they had not crossed the expansion of no mans land. The bombs turned out to be napalm which would engulf the whole area being so massive the force of the impact could be felt all the way at the OP line.

The overhead dropships saw the missiles come into view and they all broke formations to evade the splintering rounds. Four of the birds didn't get out of the way in time. They immediately fired on the trajectory trails from the missiles. Each firing their missile pods.

The typhoon artillery vehicles marked their targets on the Fringe lines, what was left of them. The soldiers broke formation and made for defensive positions. The FAV's moved around, looking for targets and the speeder bikes took off on recon missions.

 

[Ordo]

ERIADU
DIRTSIDE
OUTSIDE OMEGA BASE
ENGAGING: @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]
MANDALORIAN FIRETEAM: @[member="Ermac Laith"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Briika Tor"] @[member="Kable Detta"]

The fact he had been lured into a trap wasn't as surprising as the fact that he had seen it coming and walked in anyway. Ordo's jetpack began leaking fuel as it was crushed on his back. He hit a command and the thing came free. It fell to the deck as his grenades began to compress. Most were uselessly crsushed but one some how primed and began to flash on his chest.

A fragmentation grenade was about to blow in the center of the Mandalorian fire team. Ordo noted the danger and dropped ro rhe ground covering the grenade with his chest as it blew. He was lifted into the air and then crashed down face first. It was not his day evidently.

 

[Not Ordo]

ERIADU
HIGH ORBIT
ENGAGING: @[member="Ayden Cater"]
ADVANCED FLEET:
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/12824-the-praetorian/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/6636-nimix-heavy-cruiser/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/11152-predator-class-battle-cruiser/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/9526-karakter-pocket-carrier/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/11842-adara-class-corvette/

Gavin pulled up sharply and looped back as the small fleet dropped out of hyperspace. It was an assault fleet mainly used for patrols and the like but it was what he had. He drew close to the praetorian and Transmitted enemy fleet composition.

"Cruisers forward with corvette escort and fighters flights tight to cruisers to mask numbers with the bigger signature." He pause to loop and take a position over the flag ship. "Lets concentrate on splitting their fleet and making a whole to the planet."

The ships obeyed his orders and began their approach. Soon the space battle would begin. Gavin moved his fighter tight to the Praetorian Flagship "Goat Roper".

((Sorry I had hoped for a better opponent dor you but I love you anyway.))