Fly High, Die High - GR Invasion Of OS Ord Mirit

[Komo]

Objective: B
Location: Sector 9
Allies: One Sith |[member="Vengeance"]
Enemies: Galactic Republic | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Vol Nanna"]
Gear: Lightsaber, Outfit, DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle

The wolf-like creature had countered her taunt and insults with a rather predictable response. He had used the common phrase, sticks and stones may hurt my bones, but words will never hurt me, but deep down, Greta knew that he was affected by her barbed remarks. Its was clearly visible in its behaviour. His discipline in restrain was commendable, but it can only hold for you so long depending on ones character and personality. This Jedi seemed to be the type that enjoyed combat and those were fun to play with. He then retorted with with a midly insult of his own, calling her a huttspawn. Of all the things out there, a huttspawn.

The Shistavanen Jedi then proceeded to deny her a fight, stating the reason that he does not waste his time with the stupid or weak. Declining her offer of a duel. As he bared his fangs at her, all she could think about was slicing them off, wiping the grin off that ugly mug of his. How rude. Perhaps he ought to learn some manners. She could certainly help him with that.

No guarantees that it'll be painless though. Pain was but a by product of success, after all.

If the creature expected Greta to be offended or even agitated by his response, he would find himself sorely disappointed. Surely, he didn't hope for her to be angry over such a pathetic excuse of an insult. There wasn't even any kick in it. Greta would show no anger. Not yet, at least. The creature wasn't worthy of such. What the blonde acolyte would come to a surprise to the Jedi. She laughed. A rather hearty laugh at that. "That's not anger I detect in you is it? Wonderful. Use it against me. Channel your hatred. Go on, just give it a try. You might like it. You might even get to hurt me, don't you want that?" Goading the lightsider into the darkside was always an activity she particularly liked. It was always so positively heartwarming.

Intending on not giving her prospective opponent an adequate amount of time to react, Greta would begin to ignite her lightsaber as she held the weapon in a single handed low guard. She then performed the Makashi salute, bringing up her blade vertical directly in front of her face, before swinging it down in a Makashi flourish. If the Shistavanen was intending on avoiding a fight, then she just had to bring the fight to him. If he continued to avoid it without drawing his blade, her strokes would land upon flesh sooner than later.

Now, that would yet bring another smile upon the blonde acolyte's visage.

 

[Vol Nanna]

PC Template
Objective: B
Location: B-9
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: The One Sith, [member='Greta Kohler']

Gear: Lightsaber, Torn Battle Robe.

Though the Shistavanen had keen senses of hearing, the words the Sith woman spoke fell on deaf ears. There was no anger or hatred to utilize. The Sith woman was wrong. In it’s stead was a hothead and a thirst for battle. And with that thought the smile disappeared and Vol remained quiet drawing from the power of the force as opposed to speaking words that would not matter in moments because the battle was here and it was time to focus.


Vol ignited his blade as the Sith performed her Makashi salute. Vol wasn’t a practitioner but, like many jedi, he could recognize the form when he saw it. The sound of both blades in full hum as the woman flourished was enough for euphoria to emerge. The only way a furless sentient could ever get Vol to feel like this was through battle. He took his breath in deep, and roared.

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6CkRibOYJk[/media]​

Aggressive, was the way of Ataru so the aggressor Vol would be. Raising his arm Vol felt the force around him and molded it into his will as he whipped his lightsaber at the woman. From the moment it left his hands the lightsaber spun, and spun fast appearing to be nothing more than a laser blue disk flying through the air. More accurately flying at it’s target. And trailing behind the sword was Vol on all fours to match the saber’s speed with his own sentient physiology and without the aid of the force.

 

[Andras Garon]

Objective: B
Fuel Depot, Sector 4
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: One Sith. [member="Sena Lassiter"], [member="Ameli Trahir"] and [member="Tes Dralyn"] when she gets here....
Equipment:

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Andras Neo Crusader Armor
Beskad
Fett Kel Trenchknife
E-17 Assault Rifle
AT-1 Wrist Slugthrower
Force Breaker Grenades x3
Smoke Grenades x3

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...the Mandalorian, who'd remained low, saw the duo enter with little trouble considering they hadn't made any attempt to conceal themselves. Once he'd seen them Andras had reached across his body and set his left hand over an object located across his right hip. Looking ahead from beneath the cover of his helm he watched, the girls started to approach him and he heard one of them ask if he was lost while igniting her lightsaber prompting him to ask with a disingenuous chuckle..."Aren't you two a little young for this?"...but Andras knew better than to take anyone with a lightsaber lightly...

...whipping his left hand outwards the Mandalorian didn't waste any time. A Smoke Grenade he'd had clipped to his belt was removed as his hand came away and shot outwards, an impression of his thumb priming the grenade during the same motion, then it was released. Tossing the grenade between the three of them required relatively little accuracy. Andras wasn't actually throwing the grenade at either Sena or Ameli. The Grenade would have rolled out between the three of them before detonating with only a small -pop- to mark the occasion before a thick, vaporous, smoke began spilling outwards to fill the area. The Smoke was harmless but as it dispersed from the grenade it would obstruct the vision of everyone in the vicinity making it harder to see filling a radius of up to three meters before beginning to thin...

...almost immediately the optics in Andras helm switched to infrared imaging ensuring that he'd be able to track either of his opponents despite the smoke the grenade had dispersed. Then, his left arm already outstretched after he'd thrown the grenade, Andras tensed his forearm muscles and activated the AT-1 Wrist Slugthrower he'd equipped himself with for combat. The Slugthrower had a high rate of fire and an extended clip, forty-five total rounds, ensuring that a spray and pray method was a viable option. As he fired Andras made use of the controlled burst method to maximize his accuracy, spraying between Sena and Ameli while relying on the smoke to cover his arcs of fire. No specific target merely center of mass...

...the motions were quick, Andras stayed low the entire time aware that his opponents wouldn't likely remain in place and allow him to riddle them with bullets. Anticipation was the Mandalorians friend and his right hand had moved to his utility belt similar to the way that the left had prior to throwing the smoke grenade between the three of them...​

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective B[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: A microcosm of Opportunity[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Ally: [member="Kana Truden"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Sith Lord known as Darth Carach looked upon his latest… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]victory[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] and sighed. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]For some reason he could no longer find it within himself to truly feel victorious about such things, after all the things he had done, all the blood that clinged to his hands, with the honors given to him and the ones he had seized anyway… no, victory did no longer taste sweet in his mouth. It felt awfully neutral and that bothered him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Carach waved his hand, and suddenly both of them were gone. Mixed away into the background noise of the Force and something else, they would find themselves in a different place - although it seemed to be exactly the same place.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]ALl a matter of perspective, no doubt.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Voice knelt next to the slumped form, his hand softly caressing her head; almost like a lover, if it hadn’t been for the strangely angled fingers that suddenly digged into her head. While she was dreaming the dreams of what [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]may be [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]and what [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]could be[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px], Carach had different ideas on what to do with this little Truden.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]First, he would find the origin of her weakness.[/SIZE]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective B[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: > Sector 9[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: [member="Darth Nephthys"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Ord Mirit.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]I ain’t sure why these people are all fighting about a bunch of rocks, some grass tufts here and there and a moderately-sized fuel depot in the middle of none. How did this do anything for the war effort, how would this suddenly change the course of the war? There literally wasn’t [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]anything[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] here, no strategic positions, no shipyards or important garrisons - hell I was kinda surprised we were able to find it in the first place.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But Aela and Micah decided to help out, pretty sure I saw Lilin running around somewhere too, which meant that I couldn’t be too far off with helping out myself. ‘Course I ain’t no Micah or Aela, ain’t got some Force Poobah Magicka Mastery that would help me out in a tough fight, didn’t even have a lightsaber yet. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Do have a blaster tho.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Might help?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]We would see. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]I was currently inside the fuel depot, managed to sneak in while everyone was fighting each other. I suppose that was one of the advantages of being… well, I wouldn’t say just a kid, but… slightly less tall than most grown-ups, I was pretty fething easy to overlook. [/SIZE]So I was looking for anything to wreck, maybe some ammoniation to make go boom in case the Republic did not win and we wanted to apply some good ol’ fashion scourge the earth-type engagement. Didn’t have any explosives on me, of course… but who needed those anyway, amiright?!

 

[Zion Krayt]

Location: B - 7
Objective: Supply Depot / Help Jedi, Slay Sith.
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"],
Enemies: [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Darth Ophidia"], [member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Jardo Snow"]

Zaren wasn't one to be caught off guard so easily.

When the Sith that was [member="Darth Ferus"] began to wrap the Force around him and tugged him towards him, Zaren allowed it to happen, if only to amplify his own movement that he began to add to with the use of the Force. He moved quickly, but when you became a Master of the Force as Ferus and the combatants knew, you saw things in fractions, and you acted on them. A moment was a life time to a Sith Lord and Jedi Master, he had learned that even back when he was a Padawan. But that wasn't important anymore, not today anyway.

Thanks to the tug of the Force, Zaren moved faster than [member="Darth Venefica"] would've no doubt calculated based off of Ferus's pull, so he didn't even have to register the bone in his proximity. So when Bishop, was within mere metres from Ferus after doubling the speed that Ferus had applied to his command, his free hand was jammed into the ground as he dispelled the pull. With only the body movement, and reaction that a Master Force user could, he twisted his body in the air halting his forward momentum completely to the point that he was upside down on a single hand, and when [member="Darth Ophidia"] had moved in to deliver a strike upon him, he pushed off of the ground with the Force still amplifying his strength and speed, and with a powerful flip, delivered a swift kick to the back of her head with enough force to pull him around to face [member="Aela Talith"] again.

He watched [member="Darth Veles"] in that moment when he was moving towards the floor, and he dove forwards in order to gain more distance between him and the two behind him, and he tugged Veles to him through the Force with a rapidly summoned Force Pull. His main power came from telekinetics, to summon a strong force pull within a fraction of a second was just something that someone like him could do. And he pulled him backwards before he could even complete the movement that would impale Zaren's newly found ally.

The moment the force pull was started, Zaren was already a blur of movement closing the distance in a second with Veles as he brought his fist ot his head.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: B​

Location: Seven​

Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Jardo Snow"]​

Enemies: [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Aela Talith"]​

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Calculation was important when time became fragmented. Jedi, Sith, any force user that could see in fractions they could not fully act. They had to plan out their movements, plan their assault based on what they could see.​

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And what was seen was a Sith Lord hardly stopped for even part of a second by an after thought stasis. The Force around his form exploded, and while Zaren had chosen to use his own pull to rush forward, he would find no path to Veles. Still a blur, still charging with the full blood lust of an Iridonian, Darth Ferus would reach the Protector just as he had chosen to flip. There was one issue with flipping in the air.​

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It paused you. Arial movement was not easy, even to the point that it wasn't possible. How you moved before is how you continued. When Bishop reached the height of his initial attack on his own apprentice, Ferus was there, golden saber alight, and the Force channeled through his blade. A simple swing would come for the head of the air born Jedi, and even without contact the Force within would explode violently outwards.​

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The blast itself would be enough to send a man holding onto the ground flying back, and a man trapped in the air with no way to hold himself would find it nigh impossible to evade. Saiah, his apprentice, would be safe from this attack and the kick of the Jedi. The direction he would go flying if he did get hit would be away from the other combatants, allowing Veles and Venefica to continue their own actions.​

 

[Kana Truden]

Objective B
Wide open fields, far away from you.
Enemy: [member="Darth Carach"]
Allies: 1v1, so none.

“Is she still with us?”

“She’s stable, but I don’t know about her leg.”​

“What do you mean?”
“Holy f-...”

“Yeah, and the old man upstairs didn’t seem any more broken up about it.”​

“Mister Francis?”

“Told us to get her to a hospital, if we must.”​

“If we must?”

“If we must. I still can’t believe he’d- Oh god, is she still...”​

A pained scream called out around the enclosed space of the shuttle as Kana set her eyes on the two medics discussing her unfortunate survival. Her father really didn’t care. She had no real affirmation the man had ever cared or not, but in this moment she had all the evidence she needed. He had never cared, she truly was just the unwanted mistake of her family.

The tears were pouring down her cheeks as with a determined the young kid took her seat upright to get out of the bed. She needed to get home and speak to her father, demand the answers she craved, that she deserved. Her eyes set on her right leg and suddenly the pain felt all the more real. Eyelids flashed wide open as she witnessed the result of today’s workplace accident.

There was a gap where her shin used to be. A bloody mess of a leg no longer there. Breathing got hard, yet the panicked stuttering slowly subsided as the sedatives kicked in anew. The world faded to black and suddenly there she stood once more in the void of her own mind.

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“Stop this.” She pleaded to the man who denied her an ending. “Please.”

But it didn’t stop. Once more images began to flash in front of her like a screening of her least favorite movie. Directed, starred and written by none other than herself.

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“Reports are coming in from the planet of Alderaan that a precision strike against the local government has been launched and ultimately succeeded-...”
“...-Millions of people are feared dead-...”
“...-The One Sith-...”
“...-The One Sith.”
“...-Force be with you.”

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Manaan. The dead hordes among the city squares and alleys.

“Failure”
“You have failed us.”
“Why?”
“You could have stopped it.”
“Where were you?”
“If you hadn’t wasted all your time with that Sith Lord!”

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Kashyyyk. Flint Dexen.

“This is on you, Kana.”
“It was your strike.”
“Your parry.”
“Your fault.”
“I am dead, and it’s because of you.”

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Ruusan. Everyone.

“Dead eyes looking at me, begging me the question “Why?” I stumble across the hallways, the chambers. I haven’t slept for nearly twenty-four hours. All these students, all these friends. Dead. Looking at me, the healer who hadn’t been able to save them.” Kana shook as she got up from her seat. “I knew them all, and I failed them. I could have stopped it, my friend had warned me this would happen only a few weeks before and I didn’t do anything about what he told me.”

“I said it was a hypothetical, that the valley was far too valuable to risk losing and now here I am.”

“Ah yes, this ‘Khaleel.’ There were no flight records that would indicate someone like that had ever set foot on Academy grounds. You’re most likely imagining things from the trauma. Trying to find a reason why this happened.”

“No! He was there, I saved him! I... Please, you have to believe me. I have no one left. Those who didn’t die dispersed to other enclaves across the galaxy until it was just me, but the memories and the pain. I know Khaleel was there!”

“You should rest, Master Jedi. It will do you some good.”​

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“STOP THIS!” Kana exclaimed once more. With her supply of tears running steady she tried to communicate with the man on the outside. “PLEASE... Make it stop.”

“... Please.” She whispered in defeat. “Make it stop.”

 

[Keira Priest]

Objective: B
Location: Sector 6
Allies: Sith
Enemies: [member="Turin Val Kur"]
Gear: Personal lightsaber

That was a fighting style Keira recognized. Out of all the confusion that had resulted through the Force after laying eyes on the Jedi, the saber form he utilized was one of two within her arsenal. Orange flashed up to meet blue, sparks flying as their blades met, breaking apart only to clash again seconds later. For a short time she would allow herself to be on the defensive, so that she might observe the way he fought and perhaps detect any minute weaknesses to exploit. The moment she found them he would know, and she would waste no time in turning this battle around. Until then, she would remain passive. Or as passive as she could get, with a sharp tongue and even sharper blade.

His strikes were powerful, there was no question, and there were a few times the burn of a saber came too close for her liking, nearly grazing across exposed skin before it was batted away. He was strong, but she matched him, still remaining on the defensive. This was the sort of combat she enjoyed, with both opponents nearly face-to-face in almost every instant, the only sound the hum and hiss of their weapons and the only thoughts narrowly focused on the task at hand. Neither of them were holding back. If anything, the Jedi was the aggressor. That was a new one. But this was just the way she liked it, and she wouldn't have asked for anything different.

With one minute shift of her grip on the hilt she attempted to catch their blades in a lock, leaving the both of them open for a counter from either side. Should the attempt emerge successful she would allow her right foot to slide backwards, bringing her saber down and stepping away, hoping to unbalance him. Whether he ultimately stumbled or not, another telekinetic push cracked through the air, meant to distance the two combatants. For her own part she would remain in place, slowly lowering her blade, once more in a one-handed grip, to her side. This was just the beginning, and far more time would pass before either of them were worn down. But it was a start she couldn't complain about.

No words fell past her lips, no taunt filling the silence between them as one typically would. Instead she was collecting her thoughts into order, forcing herself to look at things rationally instead of charging blindly into things as she would in any other situation. Slowly, despite the pain that had already blossomed from a few minor burns, and despite the sweat rolling down her face, slowly, she smiled.

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

Objective: A
Location: TUS Objects in the Rear View Mirror Tambor-class Star Destroyer
Allies: [member="Thanith Gumara"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"]
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Gir Quee"]

Space:

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Note: Gunships in 6’s
Bombers in 12’s
Fighters in 48’s
Interceptors in 48’s

Status:

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Ship name	Location	Orders	Shields	Hull	Speed(hexes)
Ship name	Loc	Orders	Shields	Hull	Speed(hexes)
1xWyyrlock	1019	Scan	1560	1430	3
1xTambor	0718	Close	1155	1155	4
1xScythe	1716	Adv	613	613	5
1xMaladi	0918	Scan	552	506	6
1xMaladi	1118	Scan	552	506	6
Sev’rance A	0419	Picket	300	300	7
Sev’rance B	0619	Picket	300	300	7
Sev’rance C	1616	Picket	300	300	7
1xDirk		1715	Picket	205	205	5
Fighters:

Fleet:

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1xWyyrlok Holding Position – Launching fighters 1019
1xTambor Holding Position – Launching fighters 0518
1xScythe Holding Position – Launching fighters 1419
2xMaladi Holding Position – Launching fighters 0918, 1118
3xSev'rance Holding Position – Launching fighters 0419, 0619, 1518
1xDirk Holding Position – Launching fighters 1418
Fighters:
Droid Fighters: 249
Droid Interceptors: 166
Droid Bombers: 83

One Sith Fighters: 96
One Sith Bombers: 12
One Sith Elite Fighters: 12

Bolo-class Gunships: 18

Irys watched carefully as the scene unfolded before her. The two groups of Republic ships started to close together. They kept their fighters close to home, the two groups gradually moving towards each other. If there was one universal of fleet combat, it was that victory was determined well in advance of the last turbolaser shot. Mostly, it was determined before battle was even met. Space was large, manoeuvrability key. Preventing your enemy from gaining ingress into your own territory, whilst overwhelming their own forces at key locations to destroy their ability to fight the war was where a campaign was really won. However, a lit could be learned in the opening movements between two fleets.

“Staggered formation Auresh thirteen!” Irys called. “I was interceptors spread out in a screen and ready to react to their movements. “Have the Scythe advance, let’s see how they react. Signal [member="Nulgath Zardai"] and tell him to hold position. Have the Maladi’s prepare their long range guns, but don’t scan a particular target yet. I want the One Sith fighters under [member="Thanith Gumara"] ready to defend the fleet, whilst our own are ready to react.”

“Now,” she whispered to herself. “Let us see what you’re made of. Bold or cautious, flamboyant or conservative.” Despite her age, the young bothan Admiral had taken part in many campaigns. She’d fought the Protectorate for years, culminating in the massive assault on Naboo that knocked the hunger for battle out of both sides.



Note: Interceptors on a sort of "overwatch" and will move to intercept any bombers/fighters that try to rush. Obviously they're not advanced/clever enough to spot Stealth X

 

[Aithne Charr]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Objective: C[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Location: Mobile Command Center, The Thanatos. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Allies: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Enemies: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Gear: Non-Applicable.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Unit: Shadow Strike[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Strength:[/SIZE]
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  [SIZE=14.6667px]1 Mythosaur Walkers - [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/59277-acs-503-mythosaur-mobile-fortress/[/SIZE]
  
  [SIZE=14.6667px]Anti-Matter Torpedos in Strike Missile Launchers - [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/47557-mki-antimatter-torpedo/[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] [/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=14.6667px]3 Squad of Shadow Legionnaires in each - [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/54517-the-shadow-legion/[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] [/SIZE]
  
  [SIZE=14.6667px]Armor - [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/59172-acs-004-olympian-battle-armor/[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] [/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=14.6667px]Personal Shielding - [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/58619-icon-class-personal-energy-shield/[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] [/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=14.6667px]Jetpack - [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/58305-sky-strike-miniature-jump-pack/[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] [/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=14.6667px]Droids x2 - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/61293-acs-301-modular-probe-droids/[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=14.6667px]Extra Munitions - [/SIZE]
  
  [SIZE=14.6667px]On Riflemen, Shock Troopers, and Riflemen Main Weapons - [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/56630-under-barrel-miniature-flameprojector/[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] [/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=14.6667px]Extra Note: All EMP grenades except for the Rocket Trooper’s are replaced with Napalm Grenades. The Rocket Troopers have 1 Napalm and 1 EMP one additionally instead of their standard setup.[/SIZE]
  

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[SIZE=14.6667px]1 ACS-501 Devastator Heavy Assault Tank - [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/60756-acs-501-devastator-heavy-assault-tank/[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=14.6667px]4 Umbra Class Dropships - [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/14954-umbra-class-dropship/[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] [/SIZE]

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  [SIZE=14.6667px]Warhead Loadout [/SIZE]
  
  [SIZE=14.6667px]4 Mk1 Anti-Matter Torpedos in each launcher. [/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=14.6667px]4 Calmant-Class Missile (packed with aerosolized Sparkbee Honey) - [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/43463-calmant-class-missile/[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] [/SIZE]
  

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[SIZE=14.6667px]1 Arachnid Class - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/49480-arachnid-at/[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Objective: C (Of Course)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Location and Statistics: 200 NPC[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]

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  Mythosaur Designate Hypnos - G9
  
  Action: Movement towards H9, Holding Fire, scaling Rocks.
  
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  Armor: 100%
  
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  Weapons: All Operational
  
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  Shielding: 90%
  
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  Infantry Loadout
  
  30 Alive
  

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Devastator Designate Polyphemus - E9

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  Actions: Hold position
  
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  Armor: 100%
  
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  Weapons: All Operational
  
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  Shielding: 100%
  

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Umbra Designate Michael - E8

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  Actions: Movement to K12
  
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  Armor: 100%
  
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  Weapons: All Operational
  
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  Shielding: 100%
  

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Umbra Designate Lucifer - E8

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  Actions: Movement to K12
  
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  Armor: 100%
  
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  Weapons: All Operational
  
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  Shielding:100%
  

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Umbra Designate Seraphim - E8

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  Actions: Movement to E9 - Proceeding to link Devastator to Dropship
  
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  Armor: 100%
  
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  Weapons: All Operational
  
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  Shielding: 100%
  

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Umbra Designate Nephilim - E8

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  Actions: Movement to K12 - Linked to Widow
  
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  Armor: 100%
  
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  Weapons: All Operational
  
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  Shielding: 100%
  

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Arachnid Designate Widow - Linked to Umbra Designate Nephilim

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  Actions: Movement to K12 with Nephilim
  
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  Armor: 100%
  
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  Weapons: All Operational
  
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  Shielding: 100%
  

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[SIZE=14.6667px]Suddenly the mystic magics of OOC and fourth wall breaking slammed its way into the Thanatos Mythosaur, tearing it apart and pulling it to bits along with everyone in those inside it including Solan himself. With that mystic breaking the pieces of those people and the Mythosaur twisted and turned into three separate vehicles as well as all those soldiers that had been on the Mythosaur vanishing from reality with Solan himself appearing in the Seraphim. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]All while this happened fire and plasma rang down on the area scorching the ground of what was once there and had it still been there all that would be seen is the destruction of all that would be there. Meanwhile Solan looked over the console he now was at, not even noticing the shifts in reality as his hands activated the Comms. "We are falling behind men, get up to the others now. With that the ships would move forward, heading for the other forces the fell behind. [/SIZE]

 

[Turin Val Kur]

Objective: B
Location: Sector 6
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"]
Gear:

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Robes of the Warrior; Blaster Pistol
Father's Silver Bladed Lightsaber - Tertiary
Ceremonial Battle Master Green, Single Bladed Dual-Phase Waterproof Lightsaber - Primary
x2 Semi-Permanent Magnetized Waterproof Blue Lightsabers - Secondary

He came down on her with a powerful strike, his second blade ready for a possible counter attack. It didn't come and she went on the defense. Interesting. Hi flourished his left hand's blade switching to a more standard grip and began his assault. His blue blades clashed one after another in a fury of strikes, she was skilled to be taking this onslaught of attacks with a single saber. Fighting against a duel wielding foe with a single blade was no small task, but her defense was strong, but it was obvious that it was not her specialty, he recognized small quirks in her combat style similar to the Keira he had watched grow into an incredible duelist and it brought him back to their debates on Military tactics and Jedi-Sith Philosophy...A time he could potentially never get back. All these thoughts flooded his mind as his blade work moved mechanically to the beat of Ataru to keep his oponent's defense up. He recognized the defense, djem so, she was waiting for him to make a move he'd regret.

Their blades locked, his two against her one. It seemed they were in sync for as Keira attempted to redirect and disengage, no doubt in order to shake his balance and counter attack, but Turin also disengaged both of his blades deactivating as he crouched and brought one of his long legs to sweep the feet of his opponent, also hoping to catch her off balance and assault her with a Force Push. It was a tad awkward, but he had committed and his spinning sweep was in full motion, leaving him potentially open if his own kick did not land at her feet.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Objective: B.
Location: Section 7.
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Jardo Snow"], [member="Darth Ferus"].
Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Zaren Bouqi"].
Gear:

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Lightsabre. Hidden Blade, Assassin Armour, Portable Shield, DL-44 heavy blaster, and a vibrodagger.

When a big, armoured man is in a handstand, it is the perfect time to strike, or so she thought until she saw his arm bend in preparation to launch his body. The moment Ophidia’s lightsabre started lashing out horizontally - the attack the Jedi Master was originally about to dodge – her left hand formed a gripping motion as she attempted to make the force to wrap itself around the general groin area of the opponent and squeeze. Ophidia was not aiming to crush his armour, but rather the flesh inside. She was betting the protective plates did not protect him from the Force. Furthermore, she aimed for the groin because it was the most sensitive area in her line of sight, considering her opponent was upside down.

Telekinesis was one of the first abilities she learned, and one she practiced daily, but due to the rushed nature of the situation, she was not able to put significant strength into the squeeze. However, it should suffice to distract him the split second before Darth Ferus came with his blade. Darth Ophidia and Darth Ferus had fought much together. Between them, teamwork was second nature.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Objective: A
Location: The Wyyrlok
Allies: [member="Irys Arist'lar"]
Enemies: Republic [member="Ryan Korr"]

Fleet Info:

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1xWyyrlok Holding Position – Launching fighters 1019

1xTambor Holding Position – Launching fighters 0518
1xScythe Holding Position – Launching fighters 1419
2xMaladi Holding Position – Launching fighters 0918, 1118
3xSev'rance Holding Position – Launching fighters 0419, 0619, 1518
1xDirk Holding Position – Launching fighters 1418
Fighters:
Droid Fighters: 249
Droid Interceptors: 166
Droid Bombers: 83

One Sith Fighters: 96
One Sith Bombers: 12
One Sith Elite Fighters: 12

Bolo-class Gunships: 18

"Hmm.." the aged Epicanthix could not help but ponder about the battle he was viewing. The Fighters were launched and for now it was like every other dog fight, But if he was smart enough to expect a sudden attack then the Republic he could also assume was equally smart. Space Combat was boring to watch Nulgath often admitted this but the tactics behind it all made it a intellectual rush in his mind. Caught in a trance of sorts Nulgath turned suddenly when a officer approached him with news. " Sir, Their is a message from the admiral ready for your ears." the officer saluted Nulgath and stepped to the side. The Epicanthix began his walk away from the view port and towards the communications console where his message was received. As the words appeared on the screen Nulgath gave no expression to his order of hold position.

He would gladly hold intill the right time. He was no cocky, nervous or any the above but more patient then most could ever be. The Admiral [member="Irys Arist'lar"] knew what she was doing, this much he assumed and had to trust for now. " Ready my ship... I will be there shortly." he said and began to scan of the information given about the enemy fighters that was available to him. Relaying a message to another commander Nulgath issued the order for the Wyyrlok to hold position. Soon the outer engines and thrusters would cease and the darkness of space would hold them as a beholder in this invasion.

 

[Zion Krayt]

Location: B-7
Objective: Win This Fight.
Enemies: [member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Darth Ophidia"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Jardo Snow"], [member="Darth Venefica"]
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"]

Irritation, that was the last thing that Zaren had felt before [member="Darth Ferus"] had appeared in front of him. Before he had even registered the swing coming at him, Zaren's lightsabre was ignited with a simply brush of his two fingers, and even then he took care in weaving a hastily made shield around his body as a blast of the Force threw him backwards before he could even complete lifting his leg up to probably shatter the skull of [member="Darth Ophidia"].

Speaking of that, he thinned the shield in those microseconds so that it covered his upper body and his groin and in the groin area it expanded outwards to dispel the minor squeezing he felt. A waste of time, and it distracted him long enough for him to be thrown across the floor and bouncing off the floor before laying a palm down and doing his best to slow his momentum. But instead of simply remaining there, he pushed off the floor once again and stood to his feet. Re-activating the blade that had been deactivated at the first signs of the push.

They were two, and he was one.

He chuckled for the slightest second as he launched himself forwards, and delivered a one handed overhead strike to [member="Darth Ferus"], seeming to physically ignore everything else around him.

 

[Yurzhoc Shai]

PC Template:

Objective: Objective C, continuing to scout while avoiding fire and using magma pebbles as delicious missile deterrent. Coordinating the forces through villip connected to glowbug and cognition hoods.
Location: Strafing from J16 to G16, in flight for scouting on Nuhlrokka,
Allies: One Sith,[member="Vrag"], [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Nerius"], [member="Sabik Dhami"], [member="Darth Raven"], [member="Reverance"], [member="Darth"] Prryhus
Enemies: Jedi heretics
Engaging: [member="Ali Hadrix"], [member="Alva Calvarona"], [member="SC-4486"]
Gear: Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, Chom-Huun, Chitin Carbine, Amphistaff, Magma Pebbles, Plasma Eel, Thud Bugs, Tall-Yor, Glowbugs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mafj0f00VE​

If Yurzhoc had the time to speak and contemplate on life, he would wonder if the enemy had ever fought the Yuuzhan Vong. He would wonder if they ever stopped to question: why were the Vong retreating? Were they not beholden to Yun-Yammka who demanded that even in the hardest of times, a warrior does not withdraw from the fight. Perhaps he would slap them in the face and tell them to do better, provide the sort of resistance and measure that the Warmaster demanded. And as the Warmaster congregated with the world and his companionship with Yun-Yammka, the transpiring of information was foretold through the display in cognition hood, villip, and villip choir. The world would unfold at his finger tips for the blacks pools vibrating in the eye sockets of the Yuuzhan Vong, wondering what was next, as the Nuhlrokka carried him back to G16. The movements of the world around them were transparent and he couldn't help but bare his teeth beneath the villip organic biot, grafted on for the purpose of ease for this particular fight, as he scouted incoming forces to the force below.

Tsoring Shai, of the Shai domain, had long ago accepted his fate in the Warrior Caste. Back, prior to the escalation of the Warmaster to Vong form, he was but a member of the Shamed Ones, caring for the Lambent fields dutifully for the fruits that came to pass. But with wise words and stalwart effort, his excommunication was revoked and he was given the opportunity to amend the broken thing that was his honor and pride. There were few among the Shai that would fight with such fervor as this man, even faced with the odds of going against mass accelerated blasphemy. In the end, the enemy could use whatever tools they desired and name them whatever convention they choose - there was nothing that would overcome the vortex of a black hole. So when the missile exploded on proximity, the gravimetric beams of the Dovin Basal would taste their innards before sucking them into the nothingness, notes of metallic and sulphur. What would really cause the damage where the mass driver rounds. Dovin basals weren't so easily destroyed, despite the efforts of contemporary weapons - these beasts could literally mine resources from a sun. One ballistics would find the graveyard just all the same, but another struck a chord as it deflected against the gravimetric field and pierced the ground behind the warkeeper. The explosion was imminent as the metal flung shrapnel and a blast radius spread outward, demolishing the warkeeper and it's armor and sending Tsoring Shai, delimbed, into the flowing water of the interior of the canyon, as it flowed South. Though, if he were conscious, he would wonder how the walkers, controlled by [member="Alva Calvarona"] and [member="SC-4486"], within the same region weren't impacted by the blast. The mysteries of the machinations would always overwhelm those unwilling to accept it, it seemed. Or perhaps it was a risk they assumed, getting so close to the flame - time would soon tell.

Those of the remaining contingent had not taken to movement so thoughtlessly as to be ill prepared for cave-in's in the canyon. But this was where the enemy and the Yuuzhan Vong differed: dovin basals could suck in proton shells, ballistics, and the lot. Simple rubble would do no good against something once described as near indestructible. Well, almost no good - One Rakamat felt the sting of a strike against a back plate of armor, causing a casual limp as the landfall would turn into nothingness. As they continued to move back, some of the warriors were caught in the cross fire between gravity and inclement fall, pinned beneath the bedrock and rubble to die a hopeless death. Not the Mern Kane though, they had been indoctrinated beyond the woes of glory and pride - self reliance and purpose drove them back as the entire contingent fired passed the Warkeeper, defensively stationed at k15 to potentially draw fire...and rubble it seems. The earth would shake, not just from the small and somehow inconceivable acts of a scout, but also from artillery in general - the world was an unstable place and even more so in a canyon, layers of stratified rock just ready to topple over. The rakamat, remaining vong, and mern kane, stood dilligent in their posture as they moved back to L15. They would disperse across the region to provide ample line of sight for attack. With an aim much more lateral, they aimed the entirety of a yuuzhan vong barrage down the canal, flying from L15 to J13. This barrage would include continuous fire from the Rakamats and the Mern Kane. On top of this, the Yuuzhan Vong began to foster the importance of defense, finding some safety from blaster and laser fire behind the Vonduun Skerr Kraetos, as they fired single fire thud bugs from chitin carbines mounted over the shield, hidden behind the mass of the Rakamats. What aim didn't hit the mechanical monsters would strike against the side walls of the canyon, making it even that more difficult for the walkers to pass through on unstable ground.

Above, the conditions where relayed by Yurzhoc, through oggzil and villip, as he informed the allies of the movement of the enemy into such position.

NPC Modified Template:

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Units 269 (lost 1 warkeeper and 11 elite vong warriors, including Tsoring Shai, of the Shai Domain):
31 Yuuzhan Vong Elite Warriors (Hunters)/Beast Tamers at L15
20 Mern Kane at L15
4 Rakamat at L15
Warkeepers
-1 at K15, defending with armor and dovin basals
1 Nuhlrokka - Flying over head, G16

Objective: Cutting the enemy up with stuff
Location: Listed above
Synopsis: Warkeeper at j12 killed, Tsoring Shai sent flying into the rive to meander from the field. Other contingent has moved back, either evading the canyon collapse or dealing with it via dovin basal, as they fire a straight line barrage towards J13 - Mern Kane, Chitin Carbines, and Yaret-Kor - see below for details on pertinent information regarding weapons.
Technical specs: Blast Bugs fly at well over 150 km/hr, meaning from the point of being shot, they would arrive at destination within 1 second - these are the guided missile analog of the Yuuzhan Vong. Yaret Kor are firing molten projectiles, 900 mm in diameter, in between 500 and 1000 m/s - dependent on mood of Rakamat, with a weight around 900 kg. For reference, this image shows the blast radius of a munitions rating under 200 mm. Grutchinya are the more armored variant of grutchin - a bug with enough armor to survive hyperspace.

Yuuzhan Vong Equipment and Munitions:

Singularity Mines, Plasma Eel, Grutch Nul, Chitin Carbines, Blorash Jelly, Amphistaff, Thud Bugs and Variants, Huun, Firejelly, Blazebug (maps), Lumpen (ident), Tohklor Tallow, Grutchinya, Hermetically sealed Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, Vonduun Skerr Kraetos, Magma pebbles, Cloak of Nuun

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: B-7​

Objective: Kill the Jedi​

Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Jardo Snow"]​

Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"]​

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gOP6XN45OEk​

Zaren would find absolutely no relief as he flew through the air. As he slowed himself to a stop, the Sith Lord was already acting upon him. Ferus, his mind shielded by the ancient art of Teras Kasi to prevent any sort of precognition from his foes, had once more used the Force to pump through his form like an adrenaline, ever as a blur to the man in thick armor. His own suit had limited amounts of another heavy material, made to protect vital spots while still giving supreme mobility and lightness.​

A lightness he was happy to have. As the Jedi would push himself to stand, the Hand of the Dark Lord was there, golden blade burning forward as another force imbued swing came forth. Heavy lightsaber resistant armor was annoying for any blade user to get around, but Ferus had adapted his own technique to combat it. Blunt Trauma. His lightsaber, usually used to cut, would be made into the perfect anti armor weapon with just a bit of focus. The Force would once more explode outwards towards his downed foe, only this time due to the saber being brought from left to right, the blast would be used to crush his opponent underfoot.​

This relentless assault came from none other than [member="Vrag"] , another Hand. While Ferus and her have yet to truly interact, Ferus had made sure to watch her battles. Her ruthlessness was something to aspire to, and even now his primal lust for blood agreed fully with the idea.​

There would be no quarter for the Jedi in this fight, and Darth Ferus expected Saiah to be right behind him. They fought like a pack, Ferus the alpha and Ophidia the beta. He would strike head on, and she would strike from the sides, to wear down the foe and give an opening for the Lord to strike for the kill.​

The Jedi would not find mercy here.​

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Objective: C
Location: K20
Allies: [member=Reverance] | [member=Vrag] | [member=Sage Bane] | [member=Cryax Bane] | [member=Anja Aj'Rou] | [member=Nerius] | [member=Sabik Dhami] | [member=Darth Raven]
Enemies: Targeting: [member=SC-4486], [member=Ali Hadrix]

Gear

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Vonduun Skerr Kyrric

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Razor bug x5
Amphistaff
Chitin Carbine
Lightsaber

NPC

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1 AT-AW

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4 Akure-class Paraboic Artillery Tank
3 GBW-10 Requiem Mobile Gun
10 Nautolan Elite Soldiers

Darth Pyrrhus watched as his artillery barrage was sent off. Underneath his helmet and rebreather, the hint of a smirk formed. A line of communication with the Republic had been opened, and it was a line of death and destruction. How would they reply? He'd rather not sit around and wait to find out. Briefly after all units had confirmed they had fired, he gave his next command. "Reload all batteries. Prepare to fire at new target." Instead of waiting to assess the damage done, and evaluate whether he should maintain pressure, he would seek to spread terror amongst the Republic ranks by diverting his fire.

The ground shook as the Republic walkers progressed towards the rivers. It was felt, even at the bottom of the water, where one unnamed Nautolan squad lay in wait. They were unnamed, because the individuals had been hand-picked. They were a combinations of elite individuals from other squads, brought together for this very specific mission. They were unnamed, because they had not yet earned a name. Should they live through Ord Mirit, and succeed, then they should be rewarded with a name. If not, all they would be rewarded with was failure. As they well knew, to Pyrrhus, failure meant death.

Safe to say, the soldiers were a little on edge. "Easy. Not yet" Rea, the female commander of the Nameless Ten assured the rest. The sound was unmistakable. They were coming. "Load 'em up." Rea said, as the group prepared their chitin carbines, equipping them with the thud bugs. The walkers, AT-FAT and AT-ST came into view. Had they spotted them? They couldn't have, right? So far they seemed undiscovered. But that was about to change. "Aim for the legs." a gruff voice sounded, from one of the bigger looking Nautolans. It was true, the thud bugs would likely not prove able to make more than dents into the armour of the walkers, but if aiming for their legs, then perhaps they could topple them over. And once they fell into the water, they would descend upon them with little mercy. Hence their fire was focused on the knees.

"Fire!" On Rea's orders, the group fired off ten thud bugs. They were aiming for the legs of the AT-STs, specifically at the knees, hoping to bring them down to their level. "Reload!" came the follow-up order. The Nautolans reached for another thud bug from their bandoleer, and they were at it again. The river was wide enough for them to be able to get off a fair amount of shots each. Now it remained to be seen if they caught any big fish.

Their commander was dealing with his own problems. "We have incoming missiles. They're moving in fast on our position" Namely a retaliation strike from the Republic, which the officer alerted Pyrrhus to. As was the nature of the AT-AW, its deflector shield sparked to life when the sensor picked up incoming fire. However, the Togruta Knight had his doubts that they would hold against those missiles. "I want those missiles out of commission!" he gave the order. Though luckily for him, the enemy commander wasn't focusing all her fire on him, but spreading herself thin.

The heavy quad laser cannon roared to life, offering opposition to the incoming rain of death in the form of eight strike missiles. The 'Requiems' did the same, firing with their own homing missile launchers. Combined, the AT-AW and the three 'Requiems' managed to take down seven missiles. It was not enough to stop the strike, and one missile moved straight through Pyrrhus' defensive fire. The missile hit one of his Requiem's, dealing damage to its side and taking out its two homing missile launchers.

"Looks like they know we're here.." the officer said. Pyrrhus shot him a dry glare, having little patience for such remarks. Yet there would be time for reprimand later. Right now, surviving the day while dishing out as much damage as possible was higher on the agenda. "Do you have your targets?" the officer immediately straightened himself out, noticing the displeasure in his commander's voice. "Yes sir." "Then fire." Once more the artillery barrage was unleashed upon the Republic. Like before, everything he had was thrown at them, save for the missiles of the Requiems and the AT-AW. Those were kept in reserve in the event of a counter-attack. The proton cannons would focus fire on two of the Republic's Mythosaurs, while the advanced concussive missiles along with seismic charges were flung at a group of tanks.

Summary

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>10 Nautolan NPCs fire thud bugs with chitin carbines at AT-ST during river crossing. Fire concentrated on their legs, specifically their knees. Vehicles belonging to [member=SC-4486]

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>AT-AW fired 1 proton cannon at [member=Ali Hadrix]'s Mythosaur at H14
>GBW-10 'Requiem' Mobile Gun fired 2 heavy proton cannons at [member=Ali Hadrix]'s Mythosaur at H14
>GBW-10 'Requiem' Mobile Gun fired 2 heavy proton cannons at [member=Ali Hadrix]'s Mythosaur at H14
>GBW-10 'Requiem' Mobile Gun fired 2 heavy proton cannons at [member=Ali Hadrix]'s Mythosaur at F14
>Akura-class Artillery fired 8 advanced concussive missiles at [member=Ali Hadrix]'s MAT-TE Tanks at L10
>Akura-class Artillery fired 8 advanced concussive missiles at [member=Ali Hadrix]'s MAT-TE Tanks at L11
>Akura-class Artillery fired 8 seismic charges at [member=Ali Hadrix]'s MAT-TE Tanks at L10
>Akura-class Artillery fired 8 seismic charges at [member=Ali Hadrix]'s MAT-TE Tanks at L11

 

[Ellie Mors]

Objective: B (Battle the Grandmaster)
Location: Section 1
Allies: The Dark Side
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Gear: Lightsabers, Singlet, Arm, Eyes
Theme: Fully Alive by Flyleaf

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[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-d3RYW0YoEk[/media]

Ingenuity, they called it. Taking advantage of perception to alter the flow of events was how it worked, and that happened to be her forte. The disappointment in the Jedi's voice, perhaps expecting her to continually obtain flattery from the Sith Lord, went unnoticed - the words were simply spoken as an obvious distraction, to make her pay attention to Atrophia's actions, which were the secondary distraction that were perhaps the true veil that hid her intentions. The Jedi's surmising of her wish to end the fight quickly was, without a doubt, incorrect, the exact opposite being true. But it was true, Juyo required a large draw on stamina, and though the single strike had not been quite as draining as an entire duel with the aggressive form being the focus it was still far more draining than the flowing strikes of Makashi. But just as quickly as the Jedi sought to anger her, Atrophia saw the meaning behind the words. The crawling of pale skin at the sheer proximity to danger, her jab having nearly found its mark, all gave signs that the jar'kai variant of Juyo with twin sabers was superior in encroaching upon the Jedi's defenses - which was in fact the only purpose of the attempted jab. However, she hadn't failed to notice the brief moment that her own defenses had been left open - the risk that Juyo had always given its practitioners when facing an opportunistic foe. Out of respect for the woman her own expression faded to exactly how she felt inside - empty, blank. "You, of all people, should know how unimportant power is, my dear Jedi." She quipped, mainly in response to her comment of her own description of the Grand Master's position of strength in this engagement.

"In a game of words it is the greatest will that is the most powerful, in a clash of swords it is the strength, and in war it is the mind. You have the greatest resolve, but you lack the will. You mistake focus with ambition, opportunity with haste, and you misplace my infatuation with importance." Atrophia softly rasped as she slid back from the Grand Master, her eyes moving away from the majority of the Jedi's face to examine her enemy fully. For her, Atrophia, it was a sign of respect to lose eye contact in order to examine a foe but she did not believe it was the same for others, and knew it was not the case for many of her contemporaries. "Perhaps you do not see it, perhaps you deny it, but you are riddled with the same flaws as any other, and you act on them so carelessly. Already you have spoken of your own pride, and I have felt it grow." She continued, making another step back to widen the gap between the two of them. "I do not seek physical immortality, nor do I search for ultimate power and total domination. I look for pleasure, Grand Master, and breaking you down is the most delicious thought that I could ever imagine." Came her whisper, words so quiet and hushed they were spoken as though she was shamed by them - although that was likely not the case. "I want more than your failure, more than your death. I want you." She said quietly, her words almost genuine. "I have watched you for many years, Corvus. Abeloth's world was the beginning of our intertwined lives. Surely you do not forget our near-meeting." Atrophia continued in the same tone. "Surely you cannot forget my presence so easily." She added hoarsely, lowering both of the sabers towards the ground and away from her at her front.

A step towards the Jedi and she began to continue her slow circling again, though now she had something different in mind. "Do you blame me? Once the darkness has gotten a taste for the light it will not stop until it has swallowed the stars; and I, you." The Sith Lord whined, fully aware that the Jedi Master had absolutely no such reservations for the Sith Lord. Again, it was true however. There was a sick and twisted fantasy at work that kept her chasing the Jedi known as Corvus Raaf, not to kill her, not to hate or love her, but because she was obsessed with what she could not have - and she wanted that most. Few, if any, understood the feeling, some chalked it up to an angst-ridden relationship that could never be, but she did not care for any such thing, not a union, not love, trust, or anything of the sort. She wanted only the pain that came with it, the hurt and the tears. She wanted to break down the "shield", she wanted to see the tears flow, and she wanted to feel the bite of her struggle. There was always the undertone of inevitable death, the implication that one of the two might kill the other - or both - but the Sith Lord was confident of her choices, her plotting. Perhaps the Jedi may think being steadfast in her resolve while being merciful and refusing to take initiative might be the greatest defense from someone so capable of ripping the conscious thought from someone's mind, in reality it was what made her pursue the Jedi, and it was the Jedi's previous encounters with Atrophia and her subsequent advancements through the order and fame that curbed her arrogance. Of all the opponents that might have stood a chance at chipping away at that fatal flaw that the Sith Lord wore on her shoulder, Corvus Raaf was not one of them.

"I know you better than you know yourself." The words were telepathic, and perhaps the Jedi would ignore them or defer to Teras Kasi to block them out, but the red-head hazarded the off-chance that she might listen, or at least hear them. Again she moved forwards, towards the Grand Master, right foot before left, and it appeared to be a similar switch from Makashi to Juyo and vice-versa, or perhaps a simple random strike, but her blades came in at slashes that never could have struck the Jedi unless she had thrown herself into the blades herself - they halted midway. What the Grand Master might find, however, was that the force was indeed applicable to the very flow of movement, and telekinesis was not without its shrewd and intelligent compliments to a lightsaber. As a push through the force might be felt directly from a gesture of the hand, its most common application, the blade of the twin lightsabers, which came towards the other like a pincer-strike, reverberated the same energy and pushed against the Grand Master with great force, the sheer degree of such spoke volumes of how true her preference to the force over melee had been, simply a pity that she had adjusted to the Grand Master's preferred form of combat. Niman, they called this.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Objective B
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: A microcosm of Opportunity[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Ally: [member="Kana Truden"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Such… weakness.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It almost made the Sith Lord recoil, as if the mere touch of her mind could shrivel his resolve and make him just like [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]her[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]. Weak, broken, fragmented and without any spit of fire - was this how all Jedi were these days?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]There was so much more to do, the girl had asked him to stop it and it was a request that could be interpreted in a lot of ways. Had she never been taught to always be careful of what she wished for or was the pain and hurt of the memories so big that she no longer cared? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Questions, so many questions, but Carach, Voice of the Dark Lord, would oblige her request.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Your request will be fulfilled.” the voice crept in between the shards and splinters of her mind, searching, prodding and finally setting its sight on exactly the thing it had been looking for. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The mind was not an easy thing to comprehend, there was an inherent lack of logic and rationality stemming from its inner-workings and as such there was few things you could actually [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]learn[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] about it besides the very basics. No, to properly manipulate and influence the mind you needed to train, actually[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] do [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]things in a practical sense.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Having talent doesn’t obstruct your efforts either.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A pulsating node within the framework of her mind was the origin of her self-doubt, the origin of her guilt complex and even the foundations of her morality could be found there. It wasn’t actually a node, of course - but the literal sense was far too abstract to properly explain just like that.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Sith Lord studied it and the links it had to the rest of her, before starting to work on her inner psyche. He would start with actively suppressing the emotions surrounding those painful memories, she would be able to look at them cleanly, with rationality and without the heavy pain that was usually loaded inside of her. [/SIZE]