Flashpoint: Roche

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]
@[member="Seth Shorn"]
@[member="Rytek'irk'intrano"]
@[member="Iron Maiden"]
@[member="Kaine Zambrano"]
@[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]

"Dissolve the fighter screen. Three hundred remain, a mix of TIE Havoc, TIE Nexus and Taral-class. Two hundred are to focus on the force that just broke through our fighter screen and keep up the pressure. The remaining hundred starfighters are to join the Reviler and our other Pellaeons, and form up with Shorn to fight Stahlmann. It'll leave us open to the landing forces if and when they turn around; our only hope is to hit Stahlmann's right flank.

"And inform Lord @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] that he should move to fight the @[member="Iron Maiden"]."

 

[Darron Wraith]

The Vault

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

Darron's expression never once changed as he listened to the Dark Lady of The Sith's tale, and he made a mental note to talk to Boolon the next time he saw him. Well that's assuming there is a next time after this, he thought for a split second. He was letting the future get ahead of the present, and when dealing with the Empress, it was a terrible idea. This was the woman who had spent her life training around his body, who had heard stories of his exploits during her formative years. Je'gan Olraen had seen to it that his granddaughter had been well educated on the man currently standing between her and the Republic, and Darron knew that this would be the fight of his life. Never had he fought someone who knew his skill-set so intimately, when he had first awoke she had been there waiting on him with all the information on him. After that first hand experience, he knew she had only pushed herself during her coup for Empress and the mass conquering she had done after that.

So after his ascension to GrandMaster, he had prepared as well.

As the cage of electrical claws left her hands, and rocketed towards Darron. His mind flashed back to Rhen Var, and that cagey old Whipid he had knocked out. He wouldn't dare let himself be purposefully electrocuted this time. No, his mind cleared fully as it all began to close in around him. The charged air soon faded from his focus as he pulled his sphere of reponsibility in around him and tightly coiled it. All of his focus went on a point directly infront of his eyes, and he allowed the lightside to work through him as he started to solidify his own sense. A tiny spark was barely seen emanating from the point, before it suddenly exploded into a clear sphere around him. The lightning hit, and sweat started to form at his temples from the exhertion as as it crashed against the bubble he had made. The smell of ozone flooded his nose from having his ignited blades trapped in the space, but he ignored it.

Ashin was his full focus.

"You say that it should be us who prunes the dead branches and make the Republic bear fruit, I fundamentally disagree. No one person has the right to make such decisions, if trimming is to be done then society will dictate it through a Senate and the other branches of the government working in tandem. The function of the Jedi Order is to protect live, democracy is the best chance at that. It's not perfect Ashin, nothing is. So don't sit here and rage to me about how you've brought order to the galaxy when war rages around us. This is but a skirmish in a larger conflict that is about to start, and the Republic had to meet you here or else watch you take everything over."

Sparks flew around the bubble of energy, but it held strong.

"Don't paint yourself as a savior when multiple prophecies have me as the one to stop you. Even your grandfather's holocron told me what needed to be done, and I've refused. Stop this now, you can walk away and retreat back to Sith space. I won't allow you to force your monarchy on the citizens of the Republic, they will be allowed to grow. Peace won't be seen in my lifetime, I know this. Yet I truly believe society can evolve and grow into the enlightened force of good that I desperately hope it aspires to be. They will stumble and I will allow them to see the folly of their ways so they can grow at their own rate. Leave Ashin, this conflict is unnecessary. You talk of Ulic Qul-Droma yet I see nothing more than a conqueror."

The bubble held strong, he wouldn't be caught unaware by her this time.

 

[Jonathan Walsh]

Space outside G99
(fleet listing:
1 Perservation Class Star Defenders
2 Salvation Class Star Defenders
1 Liberation Class Cruiser
6 Freedom-Class Assault Frigate
3 Expedition Class 1 Frigate
John had held his hand, the suicide approach of the Charon was where he knew he had to intervene.

" Lauch all gunships to the bay, their mass driver cannons will make mince meat of those walkers, " He knew it was dire.. for his brother in law, so he began to return coms
@[member="Sophia Walsh"]
" Its Admiral Walsh, and please return to your cruiser and prepare to fight, I need a captain not a fighter pilot. "
@[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]
" I know its dire, let me know how I can help. I can't promose terribly much as the fighter plant is my priority. "
Any drop ships or escape pods near G99 were soon fired upon by the many fighters from the 4th Fleet, Walsh didn't care that they were out of the fight, they were the enemy and potential targets.
" All fighters engage all drop ships and escape pods, we don't want them landing on G99"

 

[Agent Iron Maiden]

Within the Generator Asteroid

[SIZE=10pt]@[member="Judah Dashiell"][/SIZE] @[member="Velok"]

[SIZE=10pt]The asteroid diversion worked, somewhat. The fighter swarm sent her way was forced to separate into more manageable groups and the Valor and Ascension scraped through the fighter screen that surrounded the Generator Asteroid. But that didn’t mean she went through unscathed, a few of her batteries had been blown out by more agile tie-fighter pilots. The Generator asteroid came into the view of the main monitors and the battle-screen. "Right, time for the main event gents!" Iron Maiden called out. She gestured to one of the communications officers calling them to call in the fighter units that had been mirroring their movements. [@[member="Judah Dashiell"]]. She then picked up her iconic bull-horned helmet and placed it over her head. The glow of her visors as it activate sparkled across her armor. She approached her main bridge command and relayed her orders.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"Shield to maximum, prepare jamming beam, target the origin of the shield's particle signature." Maiden was now standing right behind them in her intimidating armor wither hands on her hips. The Valor and Ascension projected their jamming beams. The shield which was projected on the monitors in a holographic glow began to flicker in and out of existence. Meanwhile, another alarm bell rang out. Ties fighters in coming! But, the timing wasn't all too bad. Time had come. Iron Maiden whipped her arm out and pointed to communications officer, "Call the lower decks! Scatter all fighters cover our approach!" The officer nodded and began sending out the commands. "Shield is down mam! We have approximately 10 min before re-boot and re-launch!" one of the bridge members called out. Iron Maiden smacked her fists together, "Excellent work gentlemen! Have the drop ships ready and get a squadron to break off and follow us in. Keep an eye on those Sith battleships around us!" Maiden said with an excited tone. Finally she would be in her real element- ground combat.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]She left her bridge and descended into the bowls of the ship. There in all the glory and golden armor the brave men of the 39th Koros Major Battalion-pride of Empress Teta system- gather to her Maiden speak.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]"Men! We have come far. Many paid the ultimate price for us to get to this point. We shall not disappoint them. Victory is the greatest offer we can give them in their memory! Now you will face hordes of Verpine and all the dark talent of the Sith Empire at this objective. A lot of dangerous and insanely brave soldiers await you as your foe" [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Maiden called and paused. The men stared back in amusement to see where this was going. She was just listing how difficult it was going to be. Then she spoke once more.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"Let's go beat the living life out of them and leave nothing left!" She roared. The Golden Companions laughed and then cheered in one deafening "YES MAIDEN!"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The drop ships deployed and charged into the Generator. The fighters did their part as well, bombarding the hangar defences and blowing a part turret ramparts. Maiden then called the ships, "Gentlemen it has been a pleasure commanding you, your job here is finished. Take back the fighters and rendezvous with Admiral Stahlman. Good luck out there!" The bridge called back in confusion, "But mam! You retreat path?!"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"Nevermind that! The other fleets need your presence go!" she barked back. The communications officer saluted and wished her good luck too. The fighters scattered back to the ships and kept their screen to protect them from the Sith fighter swarms as the retreating back towards Stahlman's position. Landing in the hangar they assault, Iron maiden leapt out and quickly went about her business of organizing her troops. With military hand gestures she orchestrated their movements, two lines, either sides of the corridors covering each other in X-patter lines of fire. If anything moved into their path they would immediately notice they were caught in a firing kill-zone. Holding onto her Z6 Rotary Blaster cannon, she waited as the moved up the hangar area.[/SIZE]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

THE VAULT
@[member="Darron Wraith"]

And there it was -- the stopping point, the natural conclusion, beyond which there was nothing to do but fight. As the Grandmaster's willpower held back the lightning, Ashin stalked towards him, her hand upraised and fountaining electricity. Her walk was nothing casual or informal; instead, it was a seamless transition from stance to stance, conserving and trimming excess momentum to keep he moving fluidly and inexorably forward. Without breaking stride, she brought up her lightsabre.

The weapon crashed down against his bubble; the lightning ceased as she took the weapon in a two-handed grip, and bashed the sky-blue blade into the shield once more. Lightning sprayed out from the blade, skittering through the fabric of the bubble. The motions began where her feet touched the ground; minute adjustments of legs, hips, trunk and shoulders, in that order, amplified the energy bit by bit over the course of fractions of a second. Her entire body cracked like a whip, smashing the blade against his shield.

She refrained from a third identical strike -- repetition was a flaw, a failure. Lightning snapped out from her guard, seeking to break the bubble entirely.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Nickel One - Outer labs

@[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

Crimson blades snapped to life as Anaya slowed her run, feeling the zeltron catch up she spun to catch the slash at her legs. Crimson blades resting at her side as he moved in front of her to block her path, Anaya regarded him, feeling how he had grown in the force since they last met.
"This is a pointless exercise." she snapped. She had hoped for an easy run, for everyone else to be too busy with the Jedi and her sith counterparts to notice the lethan slipping past them and snatching the plans out from under their nose. She needed to be at her greatest strength for her second objective and this was not going to help her. "Stand aside."

 

[Darron Wraith]

The Vault

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

What more could honestly be said at this point? They stood on both sides of the fence, neither of them budging. It was a true convergence of the Force to have it's scions of absolute power on both sides come together in this veritable clash of the titans. The Grandmaster had tried his hardest to make her see his point of view, the Empress had extended him the same courtesy. To have had at least a chance to discuss it with her was a show of respect not usually afforded between members of their respective Orders. The battle around them raged, and the one at the very core of the conflict was just getting started. Her cage of lightning had been the first shot, his defense was his way of trying to stop the inevitable. Her slow deliberate march to him while shifting her stances had been exactly the same tactic she had used in conquering half the galaxy, there was one difference between him and the thousands of world that flew her banner now.

Darron Wraith could, and would fight back.

Her blade struck against the bubble, and the superconducting loop he had started moments before finally completed. Gone was Darron Wraith, in his place stood the pillar of light that would stand fast against the darkness. Her last salvo of lightning stressed the bubble further and he had no desire to try and keep that up when this was merely the opening round. So Darron let the lightning crash against the bubble as he raised the blade in his right hand. The willpower he had been exerting to hold the construct together evaporated as he accepted the darkness of his opponent into himself, and the bubble shattered. As it did, the tendrils of electricity met his blue blade and the servos and motors in his prosthetic strained against the force of the attack. The Jedi didn't hold the stance, no his knees bent and he exploded into motion.

All of his weight went into his left foot as he shifted back against the lighting, his blade on that hand pointing at the floor. The storm inside then begged to be unleashed as he traveled the penumbra of the darkside. Instead of going for a full frontal assault, the warrior instead kept his weight on his left foot for a moment and let the sparks cascade against his blade. Another beat passed and he leaned forward and stepped out with his left foot and used the Force to enhance his speed as he dug his boots into the ground, in the space of two steps he covered the distance between the two and got airborne. His right blade still absorbing the lightning, he didn't try for a flashy Ataru leap, instead he jumped a couple feet in the air and allowed himself to travel forward and to Ashin's right. The blade in his left hand extended forward in a stab aimed for her throat as his feet touched the ground, and the battle had begun in earnest.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Da Vaulteroid - Outer Labs
@[member="Anaya Fen"]

"And here I thought you were one of those 'Kill everything' Sith." Jaxton replied to her referring to their incoming fight as a 'pointless exercise'. "You know, I could help you." Jaxton said as his Zeltron biology released pheromones to make her less angry, more agreeable. "We don't have to fight. We could bring the plans back to the Jedi together, and you could begin a new life, free from the murder and betrayal of the Sith." Jaxton said with kind words, though still in a stance with which he could attack the entire hallways, remaining a choke-point she wouldn't be able pass without combat.

 

[Darren Brunswick]

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"]
OOC: Just so you don't have to bother looking back through the last 5 pages to find the three posts... XD

NICKEL ONE - MUNITIONS FACILITY
@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Mikhail Shorn

"Freedom, my friends! Peace,and prosperity! The Galactic Republic can guarentee you this" yelled the senator to the Verpine inside the facility. Out of the corner of his eyes, Brunswick saw that the Sith Lord seemed to have disappeared from view. What was happening inside the munition facility was quite interesting. The Verpine inside seemed to have divided themselves into two groups. While one side of them looked convinced to join the Republic by what the senator had said, the other side seemed to be determined to remain loyal to the Imperials. A fight seemed to have broken out between the two sides. The senator would've kept watching if the Sith Lord hadn't suddenly shown up, peeling off the blastdoor entrance like a piece of rubber. As the Sith Knight stepped out into the grounds of the facility, the Kuati senator could tell that his enemy wasn't looking too happy.

Right. So 'not looking too happy' didn't seem to correctly describe the radiation of rage the Sith Knight seemed to be giving off. Darren Brunswick watched in utter shock as the Sith incinerated the surviving militants of his group with Force Lightning. With a flick of his hand, the Sith Lord had sent their dead bodies to right infront of Brunswick. Yellow blood seemed to color the ground infront of him as the Sith looked at the senator with menace.

"Enemy? Have it your way," said the Sith. The Sith Lord then waved his hand, and the next he knew, Brunswick was flying about ten feet in the air, then landed with a bone-shattering crunch on the hard ground. Gasping in pain, the Senator of Kuat knew that he had broken quite a few bones. His head felt light, and his vision was blurring again. Clutching his stomach however, Brunswick managed to slowly stand to face the Sith Lord. "I'd surrender if I were you..." he gasped, pointing behind the Sith. And behind the Sith, about two dozen or so Verpine were standing with their blasters aimed at him. Brunswick could recognize some of them that had looked persuaded by his speech.

@[member="Darren Brunswick"] @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

Rosa almost never listened to Darron. It wasn't out of spite, or because she wanted to be in danger, but it was because sitting on the Teferi and watching the battle unfold was more torturous than being in the middle of it. the death and fear of others alone was enough to drive her into madness. But today she had her own fear. Even as Darron's message reached her ears as her fighter twisted and weaved between asteroids towards nickel one it ripped and tore at her. She drew in deep breaths, exhaling the fear with each one and drawing in acceptance.

Darron was to fight her today. And he had no choice but to come out of it alive. She would not survive without him. How would she? Fear aside she had a job to do. Senator Brunswick should never had ventured to Nickel One with a Jedi escort. Setting the fighter down on the Garden dome, Rosa leapt lightly from the cockpit and began her hunt, extending her sense as she searched for the senators signature. She had at least taken some precaution, entering the battle in the light recon armour of the republic. It was uncomfortable and meant her preferred from was not an option, not without over exerting herself and harming the child within her.
Locating the Senator in the force Rosa speed for the shuttles heading for the munitions facility. What she found down there made her stomach twist with anxiety. the yellow blood of the verpine was scattered everywhere and there was a familiar dark presence whose rage hit her like a battering ram. Taking a few steadying breaths she moved on through the body littered floor arriving in time to see the Senator hit the deck hard. Seizing a handful of durasteal crates with the force, Rosa hurled them at Mikhail.

"Senator!" she said igniting her pale purple lightsaber and standing in front of him, a shield between him and Mikhail. "I strongly suggest you retreat." she took a few steps forwards towards Mikhail "You are such an angry little boy." she berated him "Still hiding behind your phrik armour I see."

NICKLE ONE - Munitions Factory

The still vacuum of space ruptured firey explosions from ships of all sizes exploding in the distance of every direction surrounding him. War surrounded him. Death and hate surrounded him. A'donari moved closer and closer to the bodies standing on the landing pad beneath him concentrating entirely on masking himself from them. The force had been with him upon entry for the Sith below had watched the ship sail away without noticing him. It was the only logical explanation he could come up with for why the small army beneath him had left. He landed behind one of the ships using it as best he could for cover.

When he peered around to look for a safe opening he noticed the landing pad was now empty. Moving cautiously he made his way through the surface facility. His stomach churned at the amount of death that surrounded him inside. He refrained from trying to reach out with the force for guidance to anyone in need of safety. It would only put him in harms way for the time being. His only option now was to roam the facility in search of possible survivors. The facility had been generously painted in yellow blood and the dead bodies made it hard for him to walk without allowing his rage to consume him. Keeping calm he pressed on searching for any signs of Republic life remaining.

It didn't take long before A'donari found a rail car that he knew would take him where he needed to go. Getting on board he moved to the control mainframe checking to see how long it had been since last used. The amount of time shown didn't bring comfort to his heart. It meant that if they had taken this rail then they would be sitting down in the Munitions facility when he arrived. He was faced with a decision that he knew would dictate how the remainder of this battle would spell for him. His hand slid over the controls and he engaged the rail car.

The train car came to a stop as A'donari decided to search further down the hallways to find the Munitions factory. The amount of death astounded him. Soon he found a sliver of hope. A Senator and Jedi Knight, already engaged with a Sith, stood with their backs to him as he walked up from behind them. A'donari drew his lightsaber without igniting it while listening to the Jedi Knights words as he moved behind the Senator and flashing him a smile, putting himself in a fight between the Sith surrounded by assassins. "Keep calm. I'll keep the Senator safe. This is not going to be pleasant. They have a small army from the looks of it and considering I've been having trouble locating a single one of their presences, well that doesn't bode well for us. You stick to your fight and I'll take care of the other one." A'donari spoke to the Jedi @[member="Rosa Mazhar"] and the Senator telepathically by connecting their minds with his tentacles.

"I knew there were more of you." A'donari thought to himself. He remained calm while staring at the man who oozed of tainted putrid Dark side energy. He didn't fear the Sith who he was staring down but that didn't stop him from respecting him as his opponents. The vow he had made to himself moved through his head. No matter what, they aren't going to claim any lives for the Dark Side in this battle.

@[member="Tyrin Ardik"] @[member="Rosa Mazhar"] @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

Edited to fit into timeline/ story line.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

NICKEL ONE - MUNITIONS FACILITY
@[member="Darren Brunswick"], @[member="Rosa Mazhar"], @A'donari Cinn, @[member="Tyrin Ardik"]

Dark pleasure crowded Mikhail's thoughts as he watched the Senator go sailing, yet it soon turned back to a boiling volcano of rage as the senator pointed behind him. Twenty verpine opened fire on Mikhail from behind. Shorn whirled and raised both his hands. The volcano of his anger exploded pouring forth in a massive telekinetic attack. Reaching out with his mind, Mikhail grabbed the twenty blasters and yanked with all his might. Blasters flew from the hands of astonished verpine, who quickly scrambled to gather them up again from the ground.

Grabbing a hapless verpine in a Force grip, Mikhail yanked the bug in front of him and used him as a shield. The verpine opened fire, but the body of their comrade soaked up the plasma and where they managed to get a shot in it was either deflected by Mikhail's lightsaber or smashed pitifully into the phrik armor, leaving a scorch mark. Shorn advanced, tossing aside what body parts remained of the verpine he used as a shield before wading right into their ranks.

The full scale of his fury came down like a falling avalanche of snow, sweeping all before it in a wall of desolation as it rolled over the terrain, leveling everything in its path. His sword struck again and again, a blur of violet as he danced through the verpine, graceful even in his phrik armor. With strokes that economized his movement and maximized death he swung only as needed, no power blows, no hack and slash, pure calculated destruction.

Horrified verpine began to see their forlorn hope shatter as an untouchable Sith danced among them. They fired on him, but his armor was thick and his blade fast. Swift footsteps carried him through their numbers like a cyclone tossing leaves. Whatever verpine he did not kill were shot from above as the loyalist platoon finished eliminating several of the resistance who snuck through the hole in the blast doors and returned to the windows to rain death from above.

So much death. Derriphan seemed giddy with glee.

Mikhail was unreachable in the depths of his fay rage. There was nothing to him now except his bodies of his enemies and a lightsaber with which to cut them.

Finally, he blinked. He stood amidst a pile of dismembered bodies. His rage, however, was not given time to settle as a Sith Apprentice arrived to the scene. Mikhail opened his mouth to sneer, but suddenly a familiar presence appeared. Rosa. Accompanied by another Jedi.

"Leave the female to me," said Mikhail's muffled voice behind his helm. "You take the other."

The furnace of his blackened heart burned with flaming rage which spread cinders of his inner agony and darkness down around him in a cimmerian cloak.

"Rosa," said a voice twisted by fury and madness. "So good to see you again. Gotta say, after our last battle I didn't think you'd come back for more." Mikhail pointed a hand at Darren Brunswick and shot lightning from his fingterips toward the man. "It's a real shocker."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

THE VAULT
@[member="Darron Wraith"]

Ashin rolled left and leaned back, just slightly; the side of his stabbing blade brushed against the front of her throat. Every shot here was a kill shot, every move fully committed.

No holding back, no mercy. Just purpose.

As she hop-stepped back and to the left, she whipped her blade back until the handle brushed her left shoulder. She brought it down two-handed, seeking to trap his right blade, which had been upraised to defend against the lightning. The full might of her Force-enhanced body crashed their crossed blades down towards his head, and she used the momentum of the strike and the torsion of her body to snap a kick into the back of his right knee. The second move was how a woman should fight a hulk, in and out, quick. The first was most certainly not. Darron had several inches and easily fifty or sixty pounds on her, but the Dark Lord of the Sith had access to sorceries that expanded the capacity of the body -- in terms of resilience, speed and strength.

She backstepped, gaining range, a sudden discontinuity from her previous commitment. If it could be said with any accuracy that one of them had any edge over the other, Darron had that edge at the closer ranges. It remained to be seen whether she had any edge at longer ranges.

The Empress flung out a hand.

A nearby starfighter crumpled and flew spinning at Darron, its course erratic. Bits of transparisteel and duraplast whirled away from it under the force of her chaotic grip, forming a loose cloud of shrapnel or debris.

 

[Jesta]

---Railcar on rout to city---

@[member="Mak Manto"]
@A'donari Cinn
@[member="Darth Apparatus"]
@[member="Kiara Alanna Decoix"]
@[member="Tyrin Ardik"]

"Ok boys keep this nice and clean. I want this job done effectively. Before we go anywhere we need lose our enemies. Everyone split up, on this station there are about twenty railcars that go to multiple different locations. Set your charges." Jesta ordered, while in formation Jesta took point, followed by Brutus, then Nyra, Porch guarding the middle and the others behind him. Once they all got to the middle of the station they all split. Taking about twenty minutes they went into every Railcar currently available on the station and set charges on the bottom of each car. Jesta was setting his to blow when he pressed his detonator. Once that was all done everyone regrouped back at the one cart that was not rigged and piled on. They had all deliberately let the other carts go without anyone aboard to get further onto the rail system. "What are the position of the other 'unwanted' boogies ok the area?" Jesta asked setting charges in his own cart and starting it to go full speed. "They are in the Facility." Porch informed, loading his heavy duty RPG before they reached the destination. "Alright everyone load up, watch my six. You know the plan gentleman. Fifty cars are all rigged to blow, no one was there to see us do this because all the soldiers and citizens are in the city." Jesta informed, taking a knee as the railcar raced through the tracks.

"Alright boys. In three...two...one. " jesta pressed the detonator on his wrist and suddenly everything shook as if there was an earthquake in the astroid. Checking his holographic map he checked the inner rail system to view damage. "Ahahahahah." Jesta laughed insanely. "All routes that would normally take maybe a few minutes to travel on have been destroyed and severed. The rails leading to the station are no longer existing. No one who gets on this astroid and come down and no one can leave. All central rail system destroyed on the outer rails to sub-locations are still in tact." Jesta informed as the rails at last were reaching their destination.

(((Central rail system destroyed. Transportation limited to 20%. Landing station destroyed. No way in or out the astroid.)))

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Vault - Outer labs

@[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

Anaya took half a step back from Jaxton as he released pheromones. They made her feel a little unsteady but she battled the effects to the best of her ability, blinking slightly. "Kill everything? No, not at all, that would be incredibly wasteful." She reached out in the force seeking Spencer's signature, if there was anyone that could help her with pheromones it was the empathy. A risky move but one that needed to be taken.

I need your help, @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]. Pheromones.


"I do, however, have a terrible temper." She deactivated her blades. "But I'm tired of fighting for a woman who seeks to conquer instead of aide." There was some truth to those words. She was tired of fighting for Ashin, but not tired of being a sith. Anaya played a deceitful game, and some of the greatest had yet to call her out on it. Clipping the lightsabers back to her belt she gave Jaxton a soft smile, unsure if it was because of the pheromones or her acting.

"We'll get the plans together."

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer shut out her father, she felt him still alive which was a relief. She had time to deal with him after this event, he was becoming a weakness. Battles waged before her eyes and she felt the struggles of both her comrades and of the republic. There was so much going on around her and she did her best to focus on every single aura in the Empire's struggle. Something though in the back of her mind, continued to keep her locked onto a select few. She paid these fights special attention and doing so her mediation would be focused on them as well. The Fleet that chased her father was one of them, she knew by doing this she would be turning on her own flesh and blood, but duty came first did it not?

I need your help Spencer…Pheromones

The girl knew this voice she had heard it several times in her head, she had seen the wraith of @[member="Anaya Fen"], but had also seen what was hidden deep inside of her. Spencer knew that something was going on if she was going to reach back and ask for help. Deciding not to say anything she felt the woman's mind open to the mediation and Spencer connected their force auras. Pheromones were something similar to an illusion. They triggered sensors in the mind fooling it into entering a basic primitive need. Weaknesses.

Finally, Spencer's voice would enter Anaya’s mind dispelling the pheromones' hold on the woman. Soft whispers that would show her the right path to Jaxton preventing his pheromones from clouding her mind again.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

The generator facility
@[member="Iron Maiden"] @[member="Velok"] @[member="Selena Halcyon"]@[member="Monty Jusik"]
Lucien gathered some troopers the Generator facility had been breached, He "OK men we must ensure that the republic do not reach that generator" he barked leading the team into the hanger.

 

[Sophia Walsh]

G99 -Open Space

"Yes Sir," Sophia replied setting the comm link down. Her ship at the moment was in the capable hands of her copilot but not for long as she zigged and zagged her way through the mass of other ships and fighters. She knew he was mad at her for leaving her ship which currently was apart of his fleet but that wasn't the only reason. This probably steamed from guy issues as well as he didn't like who she decided to date even though he too was in the Navy. She could almost bet that was the real reason she was under his command today so he could keep a close watch out for her.

Sighing she headed towards her Liberation-Class Cruiser, in Admiral Wash's fleet, to bring it in. She was a great pilot but ever better at the tactical stuff. Her guys needed her more up here than they did out there even though she could be useful out here leading the pack. That was more her lieutenant job and she ought to leave it to them speaking of that where was Turin. She hadn't seen him around in the sky with her as she kind of expected. That was on her list to figure out now that she brining it in.

@[member="Jonathan Walsh"]

 

[Falon Azrakel]

G99-FRONTAL BAY EXTERIOR

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Falon was now aboard the foremost of the twenty-five AT-SATs marching in a triangular offensive line toward the frontal bay of G99, having emerged from his escape pod and boarded the most powerful vehicle in his arsenal. It seemed that his forces were under fire by ten gunships, so now it was time to neutralise them. They were providing hassle- hassle the sixty-five H-MATs could help with. H-MATs were perfect for this job due to their accurate and powerful main guns, and therefore were rather apt as AA guns.

"H-MATs, hold position." The walkers stopped in their tracks, their guns fully loaded. "Set all targeting computer targets to those gunships. We're going to take 'em out one by one." Falon said, giving the pilots enough time to prepare themselves before they fired sixty-five simultaneous rounds into the sky. As the gunships flew into range, time was of the essence. Was he to fire to early, the shots wouldn't do as much damage as he wanted. Too late, they could miss. One. Two. Three! "Fire!"

An ear-popping thunderous bang rang out in the darkness as the rounds shot from the barrels of the mass-driver cannons, great clouds of smoke spewing from the barrels before dissipating into the darkness, a metallic thunk sounding as the guns reloaded. It was difficult to fully determine if the shots had hit their marks, given the sheer chaos raging on amongst the stars.

Falon couldn't help but note the sheer density of his forces on the asteroid. He ought to have brought less troops. There wasn't really much room to move in, much less fight in. "AT-SATs, move into a square formation, with gaps to the side of each walker big enough to fit another. I want the second row of walkers to move into the gaps made by the first," There were 5 rows of AT-SATs with five AT-SATs to each row, totaling twenty-five. "Good. Now let's take out the turbolasers and the last of the Verpine. Then I want the AT-SATs to form a defensive line while the infantry moves into the frontal-bay."

At present the main infantry was marching behind the H-MATs, which were in turn following the AT-SATs, the whole forces moving in a long line that marched from the dropships that had originally held the forces. The assault was proceeding as a well-ordered affair of precision.

UNIT TOTALS (*INFANTRY APPROX)

x125 TIE Nexus Fighters Destroyed with the Khan's destruction
x60 TIE Havoc Bombers
x15 Veratus-class Shuttles Unused
x300 Dragoon-class Dropships
x200 TTAT Imperial Tanks Unused
x100 HSAT Imperial Tanks Unused
x65 H-MATs
x25 AT-SATs
x3 Prefabricated Garrison Bases Destroyed by the Starfall
10000 Infantry units*

 

[Rosa Gunn]

NICKEL ONE - MUNITIONS FACILITY
@Darren Brunswick, @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @A'donari Cinn, @Tyrin Ardik

Rosa inclined her head as A'donari spoke to her telepathically. I am always calm, Knight Cinn. I will deal with Mikhail. I have fought him before.The other shouldn't be to hard to handle. She severed the link between them so she could focus she drew the force in around her, sharpening her senses both physically and in the force. She tilted her head as Mikhail spoke reaching out with her empathy she felt the twisted rage in him and the insanity that the soulsaber had caused.

She moved in front on the lightning, catching it on her saber, she slowly began to move forward, to reflect it back on him. "I'm a stubborn woman, @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]" she said softly though her voice carried over the crackling of the lightening "I'm not one to give up easy." Now, more than ever she needed to ensure this battle ended in her favour.

Sorry Darron, she thought to herself.

 

[Darren Brunswick]

NICKEL ONE - MUNITIONS FACILITY
@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Mikhail Shorn, @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Rosa Mazhar, @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member="A'donari Cinn"], @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Tyrin Ardik

The defected Verpine were being slaughtered with mercy. Brunswick watched once more in shock as the Sith Lord's violet blade murdered each Verpine, and yellow blood once again seemed to flood the ground. Death. It wasn't peace or prosperity that the Republic and Sith had brought to Roche. It was chaos and mass slaughter of hundreds of innocent Verpine.

As the Senator of Kuat watched the Sith Knight slaughter away on the defectors, he watched as the two Jedi Knights arrived at the facility grounds. He snorted. How pathetic. They're getting here now ? Did they even care that hundreds of Verpine had died trying to assault that Sith? And now those Jedi that had just showed up came up between him and the Sith, looking determined as though they were ready to save the day. The female Jedi came up to the Kuati senator as he clutched his broken ribs. "I strongly suggest you retreat." said the female Jedi, as she ignited her lightsaber. This was turning out to be a sad day for Darren. Being told by a Jedi Master to retreat was one thing, being strongly suggested to retreat and to be shielded by a younger woman was another thing. As the female Jedi and the Sith Lord exchanged comments, Brunswick took out his blaster rifle. Without a warning, the senator felt himself being thrown backwards once again, this time while also being electrocuted by the Sith. 'What am I, a rag doll?' he thought angrily as he gasped in pain, landing once more with a bone-shattering crunch on the ground. He wondered where the heck was the Jedi that had told him that he'd protect him.

 

[Caulder Dune]

NICKEL ONE - MUNITIONS FACILITY

@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Darren Brunswick | @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Mikhail Shorn |@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Rosa Mazhar | @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member="A'donari Cinn"]​

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"Right on. The other one it shall be." Tyrin affirmed, disappointed that another Jedi had appeared. He liked his engagements to be more lopsided, preferably when they were in his advantage. Ah well. It would be refreshing to have a nice, old-fashioned saber duel. That is, if he allowed this guy to get that close to him, which was certainly not in his best interests.

Reaching out with the force, Tyrin seized control of three heavy looking cargo crates that had been laying around. He flung the first one directly at A'donari, expecting him to leap out of the way. Which is why he flung the second one immediately after the first, towards an unoccupied area that he guessed A'donari might jump to if he dodged. It was, of course, still a guess, and certainly inclined to failure if the Umbaran guessed incorrectly.

The third one Tyrin held in reserve. He intended to launch it at his opponent the moment he tried to do something divergent from what Tyrin predicted would happen. If Tyrin was anything, he was the guy who tried to keep all bases covered.