Flamethrowers and Worldshapers [OS Dominion of Selvaris]

[Khan Ra]

Location: The camp
Objective: Kill everyone inside the camp
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], @Darth Venefica, Nui Akona, [member="Vrag"], everyonee else
Forces: Five average joe troopers

The screams of the troopers echoed through the camp, attracing attention to the troopers not being eaten alive by force demons. However, the fear and confusion that the screams of their allies caused made the Republic soldiers vunerable. Which was all the better for Khan. The screams seemed to have been coming from the barracks near the center of the camp. That's where the majority of soldiers that were elsewhere in the camp were flocking- coming in twos and threes from their guard posts and duties to see what was happening. So many enemies in one spot. Khan smiled slightly, standing back in the shadow of a building, watching the troopers flock near the barracks froma distance. The few troopers that had sene them so far were cut down- quickly and quietly. The quick sounds of blaster fire was drowned out entirely by the screams.

Khan smiled, silently taking the thermal detonator one of his soldiers handed him. Though the force was not as helpful as usual lately, Khan was able to summon a small push, just strong enough to send the detonator rolling a bit more then it normally would... Right towards the growing crowd of troopers distracted with trying to find out why their friends and allies were screaming for their lives.

Khan smiled as the baradium grenade rolled right up to the feet of the troopers at teh edge of the group- the beeping not loud enough to be heard over the screams inside the barracks... One trooper had happened to look down, just in time to see the grenade explode.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Farmlands
Objective: Burn the Farmers
Allies: [member="Amaethon"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIBTg7q9oNc​

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"Yes, I did." Ferus stood in the middle of the small town like group. It was only a couple of houses, but the families within. Well, they could be heard. Panic had set in as the boy and his squad came close. Yet none of them dared to leave their homes, not with the Lord so set on killing any of those who came outside. Pitiful. The red man would swing his arm outwards, pointing to each of the homes with a dark grin on his face.

"Burn them. Any who come out, burn them as well. They had their chance."

 

[Minna]

Location: Farmlands
Objective: Admire her lover
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"]

The red-headed knight took her seat on a comfortable pile of hay, resting her head on a boulder behind her. For once she was not here to pillage or invade, no, she was merely here to watch. Her eyes remained unmoving as they fixed on Darth Ferus. She was in no mood to burn or slaughter, instead she would rather watch her partner do so. And he did it so well.

A smile sat upon her lips as she watched his red skin almost meld with the flames in the area. It was such a beautiful sight for her, destruction and attraction combined. Valtryx lifted a drink to her mouth, taking a sip to quell the heat that emanated from the surrounding farmlands. Or firelands, as they seemed to be now. No amount of torture or murder could match how happy she was right now.

She would have called it heaven, but she didn't want to kid herself.
They were going to hell after all they'd done...

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Capture Data...Eliminate Pubs​

Location: Camp​

NPCs: Nightshade Squadron (100 Strong)​

Allies: [member="Vrag"] ... @ Khan Ra ... [member="Matsu Xiangu"] ... [member="Reverance"]​

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First came the screams then the shots. As on cue, her snipers unloaded volley after volley into the camp killing those dazed and confused soldiers while they scrambled about trying to mount some sort of defense against the attack. She powered up her lightsaber and led the remaining of her troops, seventy-five in total, toward the eastern wall to create an opening that would allow them to flood the camp and kill the enemy before they could get organized. Three of her troops were cut down by enemy fire but were quickly avenged by the snipers hidden in the rock cluster.

In the distance she heard an explosion that signified her allies had breached the camp. Producing a thermal detonator from her bag of tricks, she activated and hurled the beeping device at the wall. Upon impact, it exploded with enough force to create the opening she needed. The troops under her command poured into the wall's wound after her and began firing into the bodies of the enemy. With her troops occupying the Pubs, it freed her up to begin the search for the data.

 

[Reverance]

Vongforming the planet...
[member="Vrag"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Darth Venefica"]
The Sith Lord would have responded to the ball of trash thrown out him, but he was focused on the task at hand, his hands steepled before him as he leaned over in the seat. His crimson eye closed, he made silent promises to make her pay for such flinging of balled up paper. The sort of payment one might look forward to, given the right temperament. But now wasn't the time for such idle thought, as he lifted himself up from the seat and descended down the ramp.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FFe5lCML5aA​

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He opted for the black flack vest, the black and translucent green tattoos descended down his arm and up his torso, as he approached a trooper. Holding out his arm, he felt the back pack slide over his shoulder and strapped the buckle across his stomach. From a pocket, he brandished a cigarra and leaned the nozzle of the weapon towards him. As he bit down on the cigarra, he used the the blaster to torch to torch the cigarra, and blew smoke out of his mouth.

"Burn it down...all of it."

He pointed to the forest with his free hand as he instructed the flamethrowing troopers to proceed with their fiery conquest. Turning to the shapers, escaping their Yorik-trema, he smiled as he spoke into their tizowyrm translators. He was getting a hang for their language, but wasn't quite ready to dive into it fully.

"Take the Lambent tree bulbs, follow us along, and plant in rows. Send other shapers out and start implementing worldshaping practices. Be quick about it!" He almost had to yell over the sound of flamethrowers in the background, before turning and meeting the forest with his own sort of tempered anger. Pulling the trigger, all would be laid to waste and from the ashes, pain and beauty.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Reverance"] [member="Melori Raaf"]

Location: Descending to the world below
Objective: Shape the world

Going along with the Master Shaper and her cadre of Shapers, Taeli smiled as she brought her sister along with them. They had only just begun her training, but it would be important for her to learn about such things, especially since Taeli liked to study the Vong and their biots. It would also be eye-opening for when she saw her sister use Vongsense to actually control and sense the Vong and their creatures.

"We're going to be helping with making sure amphistaff polyps are planted rightly, maybe you'll even bond with one and you'll be able to wield an amphistaff, but our second goal will be to get an area prepared for shaping into a coralskipper growth yard," she explained. "It's going to be tedious work, fair warning, but you'll be able to pick up a thing or two regardless."

 

[Onrai]

Objective: Engage Republic forces
NPCs: Rho Wing(4 Detritus-class heavy bombers), Gamma Wing(4 TIE Dominus elite fighters), Eta Wing(4 TIE Carida training fighters)
Allies: Any Sith who want in

Jentara's deployment of small groups of Mirari droids to assist people she considered to be supportive of stability was. in theory, a sound practice. Considering that all the ships currently being flown towards a Republic convoy were aging, however, practical experience could potentially cause serious issues. All twelve of the ships had previously seen use in the Sith Empire, fighting against Republic and, in some cases, Fel Imperium forces. Except for the TIE Caridas, of course - they were merely trainers being used here for light ground attack support.

Rho Leader to all pilots. The droid sent a message through simple binary to the other droids, in order to prevent active com chatter. Rho Wing will open fire on the convoy with concussion missiles from fifteen hundred meters out before making a second pass to strafe and drop remaining ordnance. Gamma Wing will provide protection from any enemy fighters that might show up. Eta Wing will provide support, strafing any AA guns and keeping their fire off the bombers.

The droid paused for a moment. This is a simple mission. We get in, eliminate the convoy before it reaches the base, and get out. Understood?

Roger, replied the rest of the units in sync. It was time to press the attack as the aging starships got into formation.

 

[Isar]

Location: The Farmlands
[member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Ferus"]

Six years have changed me. I am not as Endor would remember. By tedious study I have mastered the language of Basic. If I let fools believe otherwise it is only for amusement. My skills have grown more than my philology. Nature cannot escape me. Not in life. Not in death. Even the technological prowess of the so-called civilized nations crumbles at my command. Only the Yuuzhan Vong have escaped my grasp. That is why I hate them. That is why I will see them mastered, or undone. But for the moment, I am their ally. Such is the way of necessity, but the game of survival changes.

As it will change for these poor farmers.

Eyes as black as tar pits surveyed the farmlands. Screams already filled the air. These farmers had done nothing to Warok, but he would destroy them all the same.

The Ewok extended his paws and bent nature to his whims. The earth trembled as he willed the growth of plants. Their roots shot forth through the soil, tendrils that gave life to their host. How ironic. Warok's eyes gleamed with maleficent spite. A root shot up from the ground and ensnared the ankle of a fleeing farmer. He tripped. The root dragged him across the ground, though he scrabbled for purchase, screaming all the while.

Warok gnashed his teeth and swept a paw. A second root sprung up from the ground, flinging up soil and impaling the farmer through the chest. Warok gestured again and the roots tossed the corpse aside. The Ewok approached and laid a hand on the farmer's head. He muttered an incantation and imparted a sudden flow of green, glowing energy into the corpse, which shuddered and rose in obeisance to Warok's command.

The first of many.

The Ewok made a fist and the roots suddenly withered and died.

The power to give life.... and the power to take it away. Does this not make me a god?

Dark eyes scanned the horizon for his next victim.

 

[Darth Timoris]

Location: Descending to the world below
Objective: Shape the world
Allies: [member="Darth Arcanix"]

Melori listened to her sister - the learning curve was steep and for much she had to unlearn what the Jedi fools had taught her.

But the mention of amphistaffs piqued her interest. This is something she had learned about on the trip here. Her understanding was that like all Yuuzhan Vong biotechnology, amphistaffs were fully organic beings and grew to around 2 to 3 meters in length before slithering into the wilderness.

But if you could bond with one, these part creatures/part weapons were durable and cunning predators. They contained power glands that created razor-thin edges capable of slashing through prey. From her understanding, you had to capture an amphistaff as it left its ‘polyp’, and you would be bound together so that the amphistaff would loyally serve you in battle. And it could be trained too as it had three distinct forms: a quarterstaff, a spear, or a whip.

And most importantly, not even lightsabers could cut through them whereas the amphistaff's edge could slash through flesh with no resistance. She’d seen images of an amphistaff softening and winding around a lightsaber's blade, its venomous jaws snapping and tearing at the unfortunate victim's face. And when she remembered the images, it was always the same Jedi’s face of course.

 

[Not Ordo]

The epic form of the great ship dropped from hyperspace and hung unmoving for a long moment. Helmetus looked out the viewport and turned his head to fake throwing up.

"Who owns these disgusting ships?"

"The One Sith Lord Helmetus."

"One Sith...fethers still can't count for squat."

"Add this world to my empire please, Major Rod."

"As you say Darthka Helmetus aka the galactic emperor. "

"Don't be weird Rod." Helmetus replied, "that goes for the rest of you as well. Got it?!"

"HAIL HELMETUS!"

"Fething right hail me."

Another world added to his empire Helmetus took his seat and they moved to the next world.

 

[Khan Ra]

Location: The camp
Objective: Kill everyone inside the camp, destroy all technology
Allies: Matsu Xiangu, @Darth Venefica, Nui Akona, Vrag, everyonee else
Forces: Five average joe troopers

It's amazing how upset one grenade can make some people. Especially those almost blown to bits by it. His thermal detonator had done as he hoped: rolled into the center of the group, and greatly decrease the amount of capable troopers they'd have t kill. The troopers which had survived the baradiume xplosive without major wounds had been quick to recover themselves, however. Soon Republic troopers were firing on Khan's five men. However, the Felactian had already left with the thermal detonator belt of one of his troopers. The Pubs would've assumed that the five-men squad commanded to stay behind and keep the enemy's attention as long as possible were responsible for the grenade. Therefore they didn't bother searching for anyone else at the moment. So while the Pubs were distracted with Khan's small handful of men, fighting for their lives and ducking between cover between shots, Khan made his way to what looked to be the command building. Likely the building that would have any computers, comm towers, anything worth blowing up. And as far as he knew none of the other Sith were even within the camp yet... He would have his glory before anyone else even came close.

(Tl;dr: The five troopers are distracting the pub troopers that were outside the barracks while Khan goes to plant expolsives.)

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

The sensors of the cloaked Liberty's Veil took in, frankly, more data than the task required. He'd built the unarmed ship for support purposes -- stealth transport, medical aid, research, comprehensive scans. The main challenge he faced was one of concision. He needed to condense a really staggering amount of information -- lifesigns, holovids, comms intercepts -- into a single united dataset that could compare and contrast everything relevant to the efficiency of Vongforming. About seventy-five percent of what his machines and integrated droid brains captured was junk data, so far as this project was concerned. He made a note to make his efficiency studies more efficient.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Ravage the camp
Location: Knockin' down their door
Allies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Khan Ra"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Nui Akona"]

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Nothing like an explosion to distract the guards.

The silencer on her slugthrower eliminated any possibility of the shots being heard, and the two heat signatures at the gates started cooling rapidly as they slumped to the floor. She stepped over the corpses without a single flinch, moving to supervise the operation as a few of the troops moved to plant explosives of their own on the sturdy metal. While they worked their magic, the Knight glanced over to the small flicker of orange at the edge of their group, her height betraying her identity even in the dark of night. Vrag wondered, briefly, how well Iron Maiden could fight without the force, then remembered those claws she sported. Right. Dumb. The IR silhouette had looked somewhat off.

With a sigh, she pushed those thoughts to the side, cursing her small breakdown a few minutes prior. She couldn't afford to be distracted now.

Then the soldiers were done, and they fell back to find cover behind some rocky outcropping. A press of a button, and the mass of twisted steel was sent flying inside the camp. Vrag swallowed back the tears at the sight of another door that she would never get to surf on, finding new determination in the short, if devastating tragedy.

 

[Reverance]

Vongforming the planet...
[member="Vrag"], [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

Cinders and ash, the worlds was ignited in flames and fire. The forces, the Hand included, moved forward in billowing stacks of smoke and black. From the nozzles lifted in strong arms, destruction poured forward upon the ignition of fuel within tank. Strafing their assigned coordinates, they moved about, scorching the earth. The sky turned a pale shade of red, embers rising in sparks as the world was glassed from the ground up. As he neared the end of his path, and Vong Shaper approached, hands steepled in contemplative manner. He waited, huffing and sweating and skin blackened by soot, for her to spill words.

"The chazrach have been deployed, planting full grown and transplanted lambent trees...but the trees are fighting back and being cumbersome." The tizowyrm presented a speech pattern thick in vong accent, but intelligible nonetheless. Gabriel clicked the front barrel ignition off as he wiped sweat from his brow and spit against the ground. Wincing, he looked up in thought, before contending with the issue.

"Command the chazrach to commune with the lambent...tenderly." He spoke the last word with a soft emphasis, as if placating the culture of the lambent tree. As she nodded and turned to walk away, he interrupted with a crest of curiosity. "How goes the worldshaping?"

"The vong forming?" She smiled a hideous smile as she titled her head. "It's going as well as could be expected. The foliage and fauna are being claimed by their proper usurper. It wont be long now."

"Good..."He said with a smile, clicking the ignition back on. The finger depressed, dispersing the gas and the flame followed thereafter. He continued to carve out the land, a place for his new field of lambent crystals. For the work that was coming, it would be needed.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Steal Data​

Location: Camp​

NPC: Nightshade Company (80 Strong...3 died in post..17 off screen)​

Allies: [member="Vrag"] ... [member="Reverance"] ... [member="Matsu Xiangu"] ... [member="Khan Ra"]​

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It was no easy task to parry blaster shots and kill Pubs on her way to the camp's headquarters. Many times she was forced to halt her advance and deal with obstacles, and when one obstacle had been hurdled another one would take it's place. But she would not let these set backs stop her from her prize. Rather the One Sith's prize, the data.

She was almost to the building when another explosion erupted from the opposite side of it. It dawned on her that she wasn't the only one making a bid for the invaluable data. [member="Khan Ra"]! It had to be him! Ever since they fought together on Kashyyyk he had been a thorn in her side, always seeking glory and fame. Which was fine with her except when it crossed paths with her own agenda. Maybe the Sith Acolyte needed a lesson in manners or perhaps an accident or maybe just vanish all together.

One thing was for certain, that data was going to end up in the possession of the One Sith. The real question was, which one would get there first.

 

[Amaethon]

Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Valtryx"]
Location: Farmlands
Objective: Burn.

Amaethon gestured to his squad. Burn. With impunity. The fear was palpable as the soldiers went about their butchery. Then came the screams and the smell of burning flesh. A few tried to escape and were sprayed with bolts. One, however, the Acolyte seized by the throat through the Force and dragged her before him. She was perhaps fifteen, and already a flower of beauty not yet fully bloomed. She clutched at her throat and gagged, eyes wide with fear. He reflected a moment; pity, the flower wouldn't fully bloom. With a gesture, he snapped her neck with a sickening audible crunch. She laid her down with an almost indecent delicacy.

 

[Iroatas]

Location: Camp.
Objective: Eliminate Pubs.

Multiple Sith Forces had already breached the camp. Darth Acarus, clad in Vonduun Crab Armour and Hydrastaff wrapped around his waist, strode through the door that had exploded inwards thanks to [member="Vrag"]'s troops. It only took him a moment to take stock of the situation, and then expanding his force sense out to search for any immediate threat.

When he didn't, the charcoal Sith Pureblood strode through the door.

"To the Headquarters?" He asked with a tilt of his head in a questioning manner to [member="Vrag"].

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Ravage the camp
Location: That same fething camp.
Allies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Khan Ra"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Nui Akona"] | [member="Darth Acarus"]

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She gave the pureblood a half-assed shrug and shot another Pub.

"Be my guest," she called over the din of battle, brandishing her flamethrower in the other hand. They'd already expended their one surprise attack, and even Republic soldiers weren't so blind as to miss a mass of troopers in the middle of their yard. There was no need to hide anymore, and Vrag would be the first to admit that she liked her killing sprees with a little more... bang to them.

In the end, however, they weren't here to engage in the favorite pastime of the Sith; rather, the Knight and her somewhat absent companion had come to weed out any and all attempts to reintroduce non-Vong technology to Selvaris. She didn't really care for the warriors of Yu'yuuzhan personally, but if having their planet back meant having a more satisfied invading force, the firrerreo was quite willing to try her hand at a little demolishing. Now that she thought about it, the woman realized she'd never really razed any buildings.

Boy, her Proper Sith™ checklist sure was full of empty checkboxes.

No time like the present.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

OBJECTIVE: Blow something up.
LOCATION: Prisoner-Of-War Camp
ALLIES: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Khan Ra"]

Maybe she’d been distracted by a flower, maybe she’d been too involved in creation, maybe she’d just wandered off for a bit. She did that sometimes, you know? A mentalist tended to have a lot of thoughts in their head when they weren’t screwing with someone else’s and sometimes she just had to take a minute.

But the moment passed, the march galvanizing under the usefulness of her distraction.

Since the Disappearance began her use of the Force had been spotty at best. She was lucky to do what she had just a few moments ago, and she wouldn’t count on being so lucky again. Rising from where she’d settled down to work, she began her movement through the troops, extending her claws at the first sign of Republic resistance. She hadn’t really gotten the opportunity to christen them yet, not even at Kashyyyk – every opponent had disappeared back in to the fold of battle, unwilling to go toe to toe. A shame, but one that could be rectified right that moment. Cutting a path through to the camp, she eventually caught up with Vrag.

“Sorry!” she called, her attitude perhaps en homage to just how much battle the Sith had done in the last month, bringing a foot up to shove against a man’s chest, ripping one of her claws out from its entanglement between vertebrae and trachea. “Got distracted!”

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

From his stygium-cloaked vantage point, hundreds of metres above the surface of Selvaris, Parash continued his analysis of Vongshaping's efficiency structures. Monitoring a whole planet's worth of purgation and repurposing was beyond the capabilities of the Liberty's Veil, largely for line of sight reasons, so he focused his observation instruments on the areas where Sith were in operation. He intended to evaluate potential correlations between locations that saw the presence of Sith and locations that served as nodes for Vongforming's fractal propagations. The directionality was obvious, but it never hurt to confirm, and he might find a reverse directionality that could lend his observations some prescriptive weight.