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

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective: Eliminate the wolves
Location: LLS-4 Devastator-class Gunship Echo-1
Allies: Republic-Imperial Remnant Allied Forces
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Gear: lightsaber, lanvorok, various common items listed in his bio

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Unit: Echo One
Strength: 1 LLS-4 Devastator-class Assault Gunships
Objective: Eliminate the spirit wolves
Location: J-12
Gunship loadouts (same for each gunship): concussion missiles (2 missile launchers), calmant missiles (1 missile launcher), Ball Bearing Missiles (1 missile launcher), C-22 Fragmentation grenades (1 grenade launcher, Plank Gas Grenades (1 grenade launcher).

After pelting the Rakamat with fire, the two gunships quickly parted ways before the enemy could bring comprehensive firepower against them. Travot deftly guided the his gunship up into the clouds, concentrating on evading any enemy firepower that might come his way. He briefly concentrated on the Force, letting it guide his actions, but his brief meditation was interrupted by his gunner's words pouring through his headset.

“Some kind of beasts are attacking our allied forces, take us to grid J-12, and let's bring the heat.”

Travot quickly complied, bringing his gunship through the clouds towards one side of the cliff below. Before he could even see the groups of wolves, his gunner was already hard at work, launching a flurry of fragmentation grenades that quickly boxed in the first group of wolves before letting loose streams of quad laser fire to hopefully dispatch any survivors. The gunner briefly paused his firing to select the location of the other group of wolves for a concussion missile. The warhead rocketed towards the group and exploded on the ground, releasing a concussive wave that would likely kill most living creatures caught in its blast radius. Travot gently guided the yoke to his left, making his gunship circle the grid while his gunner took over the light quad laser cannon to rip apart any of the surviving wolves with bursts of laser fire.

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Unit: Echo Two
Strength: 1 LLS-4 Devastator-class Assault Gunships
Objective: Scatter and Maim the Gold Banner
Location: I-16
Gunship loadouts: concussion missiles (2 missile launchers), calmant missiles (1 missile launcher), Ball Bearing Missiles (1 missile launcher), C-22 Fragmentation grenades (1 grenade launcher, Plank Gas Grenades (1 grenade launcher).

Echo Two sped away from the besieged Rakamat to ascend into the clouds above. Lieutenant Aquina turned her eyes around, looking for any incoming objects, but also enjoying the beauty of the natural world above. The sky seemed so peaceful and serene compared to the war zone below. Her headset briefly buzzed.

“We're going to join Bantha group in an assault, or so the commander says, take us to I-16 ma'am. We've got some soft targets to pop. Just let me engage the jammer first.”

“You got it Pops,” said the brunette, glancing her sensor readout.

It quickly turned into static as the ship's jammer began to flood the area around them with random sensor noise. Looks good to me. She pushed her yoke forward, causing the gunship to dive in on the enemy position. Sergeant Wright, never really known for being conservative in his use of firepower, let it loose the brimstone on the Golden Banner infantry below. Both grenade launchers fired, peppering the area with clouds of fragmentation grenade shrapnel and metal-eating plank gas, all while raking the immediate area with streams of quad laser cannon fire. A hundred meters from the surface, she pulled up on the yoke and twisted, corkscrewing away from the target area and towards the obscuring clouds.

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J-12
Elsewhere on the battlefield...

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Unit: Foxtrot Group
Strength: 1 Arachnid-AT Walker
Objective: Advance
Location: C-14

Sergeant Wilkes warily watched as his walker surmounted the canyon walls before warily having it crawl forward. The Arachnid walker quickly scurried to occupy the high ground. The non-commissioned officer looked through the vehicle's sensor display, ready to blast apart anything that entered his scope.

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Unit: Golf Group
Strength: 1 Arachnid-AT Walker
Objective: Move
Location: K-11

Sergeant Baucom peered through his scope, ready to fire on anything moved. His walker continued to crawl forward on the cliff top, all while he moved the mass driver back and forth in a sweeping motion. They wouldn't catch his walker offguard.

 

[Ellie Mors]

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

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Chance. It was what was given, what was taken, and what was used. The Jedi saw it, took it, and exploited it for every ounce it was worth. A firmly placed kick connected just beneath the Sith's chest and while the wind was knocked from her lungs she, in turn, took supreme advantage of the distracting kick - which rendered the focus necessary for the mustering of the tendrils of the darkside null. The hardened body of the Sith battlelord was lifted from the ground, partially due to the strength that lied behind the blow to her center-mass, and partially as a method of using the force to keep herself from losing her diaphram, which was roughly around where she had been struck, and with it dropped her hands, fingers extended towards the crouching Jedi Master, the Sith's glowing eyes darting down to glare at the shrouded form of the Grand Master. In truth they had both delivered a blow to the other during their short confrontation, but both knew that a single blow to the other would not give them the results they needed to turn the tides of battle, nor to end the battle that had began that day. In truth there had been an opportunity just as the Jedi had struck her to release the premature dark side tendril head-long into the prone body of the Jedi, but it was far too easy, and not without its own risks. Rather she wished for a prolonged duel, one which had a much more satisfying result for the Sith Lord.

No lightsabers returned to the Sith Lord's grasp, no intention to bring back the advantage firmly to the Jedi Master that now would believe herself to be in a position of victory. Her contemporaries were too prideful to concede minor victories to their enemies in order to win over their mental facilities, to sway them with arrogance and determination. The woman landed firmly on her back, rolling back with the collision with the ground to return to her feet, still crouched as the Jedi was. Slowly the Sith Lord rose, keeping much of her focus on Corvus while her hands moved up with her, like the hands guiding the strings of a marionette. Once she had reached full stature the temperature of the room began to rise slowly, working its way up to what might be expected on exceptionally hot days. "You wish to know my name; do you, Jedi?" She called out, words vocalized as flames played at the tips of her fingers, the heat of the room intensifying closer to the procured flames. "Then amuse me, Jedi. Show me what you hide and I will satiate that urge." Atrophia rasped quietly, allowing her hands to drop down and release the flames she had began to create towards the surface of the ground beneath her, caressing the air with gesturing fingers like hands running through hair. The sparks that touched the ground ignited into flames that spread out from the Sith Lord to encircle the two masters of the force, closing them off from the rest of their collective allies and enemies - not that they had been interrupted just yet.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

OBJECTIVE: A

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Location: Closing in, 0203 -> 0213
Allies: [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Torin Varik"]
Enemies: [member="Irys Arist'lar"]
Gear: x1 Stealth X, x1 lightsaber, x1 Korr's Combat Armor

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x12 XJ-7 Stealth Xs: 0213 -> 0409
x18 Scurrg H-6 Bombers: 0605 -> 0708
x18 R44 Snubfighters: 0505 -> 0709
x12 Shrike U-wings: 0505 -> 0609

As the enemy interceptors streaked off to one side of space in a picketing screen, Korr's X-Wings tore through the nothingness between those interceptors and the rest of the ships. The sensors on the interceptors wouldn't be able to pick them out, not while they were burning their unique tibanna isotope. Even capital ships would be unable to spot them due to their mass detector defeating abilities of their gravitic modulators and a top of the line anti-sensor suite that earned the Stealth-X the title of Elite Starfighter. As for more primal senses? To the naked eye, their black star-flecked hulls were lost in the vacuum of space. To the Force, their nullification resin presented a slippery surface, as if trying to climb castle walls made of sheer sloping glass.

Fair? No. It was not fair. But Ryan Korr was not concerned with what was fair. The Republic needed to win this battle. A victory could invigorate its ailing limbs and relight the fires of passion that had once burned in her defenders. Lives and liberty were on the line. So no, he did not concern himself with matters of fairness. He would use all weapons at his disposal in defense of freedom, however underhanded they might be.

He pushed at the minds of the members of his flight as they moved in for an attack run on the Sev'rance carrier. The Jedi piloted their X-wings around the swarm of enemy star fighters and came in at the carrier in such a manner that their flight path intersected the middle of the craft.

Controlled fingers moved in a familiar sequence. A single shadow bomb spat out of the X-wing's torpedo launcher. It was soon joined by five more as all six of the pilots in his flight fired their shadow bombs at the enemy hangar. Each bomb was packed so full of barium that a pair of them produced a blast yield capable of ripping apart a Yuuzhan Vong corvette. Six of them could obliterate the hangar, with the very real possibility of splitting the carrier's main frame and leaving it either inoperable, or floating lifeless in two broken halves.

Target: Sev'rance A

 

[Jupiter]

Objective: Close Air Support
Location: LLS-4 Devastator-class Assault Gunship Ingressing through Row K at high altitude.
Allies: Republic-Imperial Remnant Allied Forces
Enemies Targeted: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Gear:

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Unit: Bantha Flight
Strength:
2 x LLS-4 Devastator-class Assault Gunships (60)
1 x BT-12 Thunderstrike Gunship (30
10 x RE-1 "RedEye" Probe Droidhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/9259-re-1-redeye-probe-droid/
Objective: Close Air Support
Location: Ingressing through row K at high altitude.
Devestator loadouts (same for each gunship): concussion missiles (2 missile launchers), calmant missiles (1 missile launcher), Ball Bearing Missiles (1 missile launcher), C-22 Fragmentation grenades (1 grenade launcher, Plank Gas Grenades (1 grenade launcher).

Thunderstrike Loadout: Concussion Missiles (3 missile launchers), Cluster Missiles (3 missile launchers), Gravity Bombs (20 in internal bay).

As Jupiter and her flight were approaching the canyon from high altitude, she was able to witness the distinctive explosive pattern of a seismic charge. Powerful explosives usually reserved for space based mining, such weapons could be utterly devastating in the cramped quarters of the canyon. That was on top of the myriad of other projectiles being lobbed through the air. The Sith were raining hell down into the tiny canyon, but now Jupiter was about to return the favor.

Several klicks out from entering the battlespace, her flight was already getting a call in for an airstrike. Scanning the area around, the Shard could detect a cluster of walkers, artillery batteries, and AA. While Little Bear had only requested strikes at L-19 and K-20, the vehicles at L-18 were close enough that she could tag them all at once. In fact, the SMP at L-18 was too juicy of a target to not try to hit. For all she knew, the command vessel could be housing the field commander of the Sith forces.

“Bantha-Leader to Little-Bear, proceeding with bombing run through L-18, L-19, and K-20. Be warned, deploying heavy ordinance.”

The gunners in both Devastators also served as electronic warfare officers, and they would both begin lighting up area in and around the target coordinates with intense brute force jamming to reduce the accuracy of their targeting sensors as they made their approach. They would also release a pair of stealth probe droids into the air. They tumbled through the air for a while before their repulsors were able to slow them to a hover. Almost immediately, they would get to work, surveying the battlespace below, and feeding data to allies in the ground and sky. They only needed to accept the feeds and readouts over encrypted channels.

One nearly overhead the target area, she led them into a near vertical dive to avoid the fire arcs of the walkers and artillery down under. She directed each craft of her flight to fire down on a specific coordinate each to soften up their targets before bombing. One Devastator pilot would rain heavy laser and cannon fire indiscriminately into K-20, while The Thunderstrike crew aimed down into L-19 with salvo of heavy laser fire. Jupiter was more focused with her aiming into L-18 however, bearing down exclusively on the SMP with her heavy lasers and cannons. Modeled after rippers, the Secure cannons were a lovely addition to the Republic fighter arsenal for their shield busting.

After firing off its lasers, the Thunderstrike would launch 2 gravity bombs in a staggered released, then immediately level out and egress eastward with the Devastators. Set on a timed detonation, the first torpedo would detonate high above the canyon directly overhead L-19. What had once been a bomb flying into the coordinate was now a singularity. Shortly after the first gravity bomb detonated, then too would the second, making 2 singularities about slam into L-19.

A lone singularity in itself was devastating, as showcased by Yuuzhan Vong with their dovin basals, but a collision between two was even more so. When two singularities met, they would release powerful tremors of gravitational waves that ripped through the fabric of space-time.


Summary of Actions.

• Jupiter and her flight ingress from the west, through K Row at high altitude, answering an airstrike request by a Republic Officer ([member="Ali Hadrix"]) at tiles L-19, and K-20. Upon survey of the area, Jupiter expands on original request by also targeting L-18.
• The Devestators begin focused jamming of all vehicles in L-18, L-19, and K-20 as they make their approach. Two red eye probes are also released to provide covert ISR (intelligence, survelliance and reconnaissance) capabilities for the Republic forces and their allies to increase accuracy and better detect enemies.
• Bantha flight dive bombs into the target area to avoid firing arcs from the vehicles below. Jupiter targets the SMP at L-18 with heavy lasers and Seure cannons, while the Thunderstrike and other Devastator fires their lasers and cannons indiscriminately into L-19 and K-20 respectively.
• Immediately following a brief laser salvo, the Thunderstrike launches two gravity bombs directly at enemy forces in L-19. The bombs are launched in a staggered released, and detonated in a staggered manner midair to create singularities to impact L-19, with the intent to warp that tile and along with L-18 and K-20 with powerful gravity waves.
• Following the release of the Thunderstrikes's payload, the flight egresses eastward while ascending.

 

[Beowoof]

Objective: A for Awesome
Location: Halfway to target (fighter screen)
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Irys Arist'lar"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"]
Allies: [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Jamie El-Eison"], [member="Torin Varik"]
Gear: x12 X/A-66 "Seraph" X-Wing starfighters

"Sprites on one. Sprites... on... one..." Angel Leader ordered, checking her HMD readouts as they approached the swarm of droid ships. Even as the Blazing Angels drew nearer and nearer to the fighter screens, the immensity of space was apparent with how tiny the opposing robotic enemies appeared to the naked eye. They were hardly discernible from even a couple of kilometers out.

"Count my marks, Wheezer," Sressechka spoke to her droid compatriot situated behind her back. "Incoming." Red silhouettes began to fill her visor, some haloed by translucent crosshairs of an equally red shade.

"Everyone reading me?" the blue-skinned pilot called to her wingmen. "Bronco, you take the shots. I'm pitching to point-seventeen. Wings Two and Four, fill the gaps. You have the points. I'll pick the stragglers." Rolling and ascending away from the horizon of the planet below, Sressechka's flight set up vertically with the two secondary shooters taking the lead attacker positions briefly, 'Bronco' weaving about to hunt down forward flights of fighters, and Angel One hanging above and behind to swoop in on any who survived the triple onslaught. The twi'lek ace's confidence increased with each kill her flight made, and there was a collective rejoicing over the comms from the other Angel groups as they pulverized their competition. The Copycat devices were working their magic, and the computerized brains of their opponents had no idea how to handle the false-friendly pings.

"Havin' a field day, Blue," another flight leader announced. "Piece of cake an' all."

The third flight leader chimed in. "Couple live bogeys over here, Lead. But, otherwise, all is well."

The rutian smiled softly as she finished off one of her own quarry, a brilliant torrent of sparkling shrapnel ghosting into deep orbit as her lasers made direct contact. Another notch for the Fairweather Friend. "Push forward, then. Sweep as we go."

"Eeeeyyyeeesss on the prize, Blue."

The darkly matted X-Wing craft then resumed their course, coming back together in the finger-four formation with Angel One at the headman position. "Objects in Mirror," Sressi muttered over the comms. "Alright, Angels. You know what to do. Radio silence now."

Deep breath and a brief shiver followed before her parting command. "See you on the other side."

Click. They were now flying deaf.

 

[Aela Talith]

Objective: B-7
Location: Outside the Depot
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"] | @Saiah | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Jardo Snow"] | [member="Darth Venefica"]
Gear: Drexl Leather Armor, Lightsaber, Covenant Ring, Hair Pins, Bracers

She moved as fast as she could.

It helped that she had already been falling away from the Sith Lord when she reached for him. His earlier attack, and her natural reaction to pull away from the pain, and him, had made it so she was already more than a step away from him. Add that with the pressure released from her mind tanks to the aid of her brother, Aela was able to retract her arm in time, watching as his odd fin like palm came up to snatch at the air.

Her Lips thinned, and her hands folded inward. The lightsaber that had been growing a bright pink suddenly snapped out of existence, both of her arms folding into her chest. Her side still throbbed, but she ignored it.

With a slight thud Aela found herself landing on the ground, her head kept up against the concrete, but her rear impacting with a slight arch of pain up her tailbone. she winced, but before the Sith could strike again Aela lashed out.

Her leg kicked out towards the Sith's, hopefully catching him by surprise and unbalancing him. At the same time she lashed out with the force. Not a simple pull or push, but a wave. Fed by the ring upon her finger it was a massive gust of power that emanated from her in all direction. A pulsing ripple that would arch out from her in a huge repulsive wave, knocking aside the Sith, and any projectiles in its path.

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Objective: Kill the Sith Parasites
Location: Somewhere near [member="Alva Calvarona"], J-12
Allies: GR, IR, blah
Enemies: OS

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NPC FORCES:

• AT-FAT x2 (One got destroyed)
• Boulder-dozer x2
• AT-ST x3 (Two got destroyed)
• Storm Commandos x12 (Eleven dead, Seven out of action)
• All at J-12 now.
• SC-4486 is no longer trapped at G-9
• I may sound slightly retarded

SC-4486's forces had moved aside to allow [member=Alva Calvarona]'s forces to move through to behind the canyon wall, And then they moved back, told to hold their position and start taking the blunt of the fire, the Storm Commandos were going to try a new tactic, One AT-FAT would destroy the physical artillery shells coming from the sky before they hit, while the other AT-FAT would concentrate on driving back the Vong forces, firing their main turbolasers and causing widespread devastation to the enemy forces near K-15(?).

The force moved up to J-13 and continued to wreck havoc, covering Alva's retreat, if they fell, it would be an honorable death, they were basically the sacrificial gundark right now, Most of the grutchinya had been dealt with by both SC-4486's forces and Alva's too, which meant less pressure on his forces and more attention to the artillery and Vong forces.

Meanwhile, over at G-9, SC-4486 opened the top hatch of the AT-ST to discover that the diggers had dug him up, he quickly got inside one of them and moved up to the front line, wondering what to do next, he contacted the Crinan officer "This is Lieutenant Corvax, I'm back in action, requesting tactical orders?" He asked.

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• Forces are not wussies like Alva's, they move up to J-13 and take the blunt of the attack.
• Concentrating firepower at K-15!
• SC-4486 is dug up and ready for battle.

I came out to attack people and I'm honestly just having a good time right now.

 

[Komo]

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

The One Sith comprised of a variety of Sith. They comprised of a multi-faceted group of a spectrum of ideals and interests. But they all had one thing in common. They all lived to serve in the name of the Dark Lord. You had those who who pursued knowledge, those who dabbled in sorcery and those that craved power and combat over everything else. Many of the Sith were either deranged or mad with bloodlust, cruelty and malice dripping over their persona.

Greta was not one of the latter. Sure, she craved combat like just about any Sith, but she wasn't about to let bloodlust overtake her like some. Cruelty was good and necessary, but there was always a place and time for it. Reckless actions served no one any good. She relied on her emotions, letting them fuel and guide her life, but also kept them in check at the same time. The acolyte fully believed in the Sith code, and had long recited it to memory.

The Jedi, on the other hand had been more straightforward and one dimensional. They were supposed to be the stoic defenders of peace who reined in their emotions, unwilling to let them take control of their lives. That was clearly displayed in the Jedi code. But, of course you would have those that did not do so, and still fought, harnessing their emotions in battle. The Shistavanen here seemed like one of those. Anger had been present in him earlier, although it was now absent. This Jedi seemed to be not so different from her after all. Pity.

The Jedi struck, swinging his saber in a wide arc towards the acolyte's midsection. Her blade already in position, would swing up diagonally to parry the blow, before launching a counterattack on her own. After all, that was the strength of Djem So. Greta would press the attack, executing the signature move of the form, the Falling Avalanche, holding her weapon above her head, angled back and down at a forty-five degree angle. The overhand blow would then come crashing down on her opponent with exceptional force.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Bridge of the Scipio (Centurion-class Battlecruiser)
Objective A: Deal with the flying clankers
Allies: [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Sressechka"] @Torin Valek [member="Jamie El-Eison"]
Enemies: [member="Irys Arist'lar"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"]

While the Republic starfighter squadrons began to engage, the larger ships were still forming up and Taeli was keeping an eye on the approaching droid fighters on their flanks. Those could be a problem in the near future, or perhaps they would get distracted when the enemy ships came under attack.

"Master Raaf, we just received contingency orders from the Admiral in regards to the gravity well generators," Captain Stirin said from his station.

"Very good, Captain," she said, looking over the display. "Have the rest of our fighters deploy and fall in with the Admiral's ships. I want overlapping fields of defensive fire for our ships. I want any enemy fighters trying to get close to meet our defense guns and our fighter screen. Have the Osprey and Exeter shift positions slightly to cover both us and the Agincourt better."

"Right away, Master Raaf," the captain said.

In the hangers of her task force, the rest of the fighter squadrons began to launch while the gunnery crews were starting to get itchy trigger fingers. Taeli could sense the anticipation among the men, and she allowed it to flow through her in a controlled manner. She wanted to be in touch with her crews and pilots.

"Master Raaf, we're also picking up movement by a few of the enemy's smaller capital ships, all the Techno Union forces," a sensor officer said.

"Interesting that we are facing mainly Techno Union forces in an invasion of a Sith world," she mused. "I wonder why the Sith Navy isn't here. Have our gunners on the sides facing those ships be on full standby. Once they are in range, they have permission to open fire."

Summary of Actions:
Launch the rest of the starfighters of the Scipio, Exeter, Osprey, and Watchdog
Shifted position to form up in Gir's fleet so there are overlapping fields of defensive fire in case of starfighter attacks

 

[Tes Dralyn]

Objective: B
Location: Sector 7 -> Sector 4
Allies: One Sith and Allies | [member="Sena Lassiter"] and [member="Ameli Trahir"]
Enemies: Republic and Allies | [member="Andras Garon"]
Gear: 2x Hunting Knives
Music: Desire

She passed into another room, skirting the fights that had started up there and seeking out the door to another adjoining room where she sensed the Force-less heathen with greater strength due to proximity. There were fewer combatants here, but there was smoke, there was gunfire, and in that smoke was the heathen she had come looking for. Taking the gunfire, she could surmise through the tendrils of her Force-given, non-physical senses, were two more alike to her. She could feel the touch of the Dark upon them.

She didn’t think she would have to share, but… well, she could use the situation as benefit to her efforts. If she had already been here and they had shown up after the fact, interference might not have been tolerated. She knew how to work in a team, but even then she was lone wolf in a pack. A wolf that had become far more monstrous and could be a danger to others if they came too close, whether injury to their person was on her docket or not.

So it was through sensing and the softest foot she could manage (aided by the covering noise of arms fire and other nearby battles) that she drew in a breath, held it, and went in what seemed to be a near-fluid movement, swiftly closer to her quarry whilst the other two that could be considered allies kept his attention, much to their detriment and her advantage. She snuck up behind the Mandalorian - he seemed so, as she came closer and got a better look at him - and slipped one hunting knife into her hand while she coiled back and down on her haunches and with just enough imbuement leapt upon him with a jumping lunge, legs wrapping around his armoured waist with immediacy, and arms doing much the same over his shoulders, about his neck - one wrenching his helmed head back with a grasp firm under his chin and gaining a feathering swipe of his neck to seek the slightest hint of flesh. There wasn’t much between the coverage of the underglove and the reach of the helm, but it was enough and this was where the other arm went, the hand making to draw the deathly sharp edge of the knife across the slit of exposed flesh, the cool metal just pricking the ends of the fine hair that went to every inch of the human body.

Nothing was said. Nothing needed saying. This one had no need for monologues. Maybe, just maybe, he could save his neck... but there were other ways to put an armoured grunt down.

 

[Lucianus Adair]

Objective: B
Location: Sector 2
Allies: One Sith and Allies
Enemies: Republic and Allies | [member="Dair Cotarin"]
Gear: [Weaponry] 2x lightsabers, 2x Derriphan's Eye | [Trinkets] 1x Ring of Aza'zoth
Music: Apathy

This was far from the first time that the half-K’paur Lord of the Sith had lent his aid to the campaign of the One Sith against the irritating Galactic Republic. As once-allies of the defunct Fringe Confederation, doing so made some sense, though methods of the two governments had always been different. His goal in being here was to aid in the retention of this world within the veil of the Sith, not for the sole purpose of destroying Jedi as was in the charter of those he fought on behalf of, this day.

He cared little for the squabble of light and dark, insofar as he found such a focus narrow and overdone. Still, there was something to be said for tradition, and it was most assuredly tradition for those that called themselves ‘Sith’ to be the natural enemies of those who professed to the Light.

It could be said he was simply feeling a tad spiritual today if one followed that vein of thought, and if a Jedi suffered, he would have worshipped in a most appropriate manner. Opportunity to worship came quickly, with a bold accusation, a suggestion that he might simply walk away. The predator, young for his kind yet old in others paused in his paces, senses swallowing the presence of the one who dared to speak. He turned, at first casting an iced glance at the Jedi over his shoulder, then turning to face the boy in a fluid, almost sensual transition. It was often the way of movement for those that observed, stalked, killed.

“I take it you are not here to worship according to the edict of the Dark Lord,” he said, with a vocal depth that hooked ears into listening in most cases, “that your faith does not bring you to ascribe to the tenets,” and he was hardly so faithful, either, not since his youth, “no, you are here to redeem, are you not, Jedi?”

Hands clasped behind the small of his back, eyes bearing down on this being of the Light, he awaited an answer. How would this fresh, young face chose to reply?

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My apologies for the wait - having to use a netbook in the absence of my laptop has made posting rather tedious!

 

[Tålamod Shapochka]

Objective: A for Admiralty
Location: Champion-class star destroyer Admiral Ackbar
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Irys Arist'lar"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"]
Allies: [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Torin Varik"]

"Exit coordinates are go, Captain."

"All lines are go, Captain!"

"Comm lights green."

"HVC lights green!"

"Centaur has given his signal."

It was a marvelous succession of confirmations from her bridge staff; the sound of imminent revenge in Captain Shapochka's mind. Today was a good day. No migraines or spasms experienced, and her bloodlust about to be satisfied as the Republic finally made its first offensive plunge into the neck of the Sith. She had waited far too long for this. Eight years since she had seen Teta. "Give us a progressive relay, yes. Hyper cannons on-line and fire at exit.

"For the Republic."

"FOR THE REPUBLIC!" returned her crew with their patriotic rallying cry. "TO HELL WITH THE SITH!"

Gradually, the swirling blueshift lines--which Tålamod could not appreciate, unfortunately, being colorblind as she was--dissipated and the enormous vessel resumed realspace, not too far removed from the rest of the attacking forces. They had been relayed approximate trajectories of opposition vessels prior to hyper travel, so guns were immediately trained in the general direction of the rather Techno Sith fleet. "Admiral Quee, it's good to be here."

 

[Andras Garon]

Objective B
Sector 4
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: [member="Sena Lassiter"], [member="Ameli Trahir"] and [member="Tes Dralyn"] -----It's hard to hate them but I do
Gear:

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Andras Neo Crusader Armor
Beskad
Fett Kel Trenchknife
E-17 Assault Rifle
AT-1 Wrist Slugthrower
Force Breaker Grenades x2
Smoke Grenades x2

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...anticipation was key but not everything could be anticipated for. Up to a certain point everything had played out like Andras had envisioned, Sena and Ameli had divided his arc of fire by approaching him at opposite vectors which was a common military tactic. One woman would take the majority of the fire while the other would advance. If that were all then Andras would have been securely in his comfort zone. Unfortunately Tes Dralyn happened as silent and swift as death herself but it would be that easy...

...Andras had been readjusting his attention from the fallen Ameli to Sena when Tes had struck. Peripheral vision had caught Sena's movements and Andras, who remained crouched down, had wanted to duck under the clumsy blow of her lightsaber letting it skim across his shoulders but that would nev er happen. A sudden unexpected weight crushed itself across Andras back, something he had not anticipated. Legs were felt coiling against the outside of his hips while a hand went to the top of his head to draw it backwards as the Mandalorians breath caught in his throat, the same throat that Tes was trying to slit...

...perhaps it was the sudden weight on his back coupled with the hand pulling his head backwards but Andras fell back. The Lightsaber Sena was swinging would graze the front of Andras armor as he fell away creating a small cascade of sparks as it cut through the duraplast. In concordance Andras right hand came up from where it had been crossed over to his left in a what was essentially a natural response of the body reacting to the draw of his head however whereas an untrained individual may have grasped wildly, panicking, Andras had some inclination as to what was occurring. Grasping for the arm he was almost sure was going to be there he'd take Tes by her wrist before jerking down harshly and away so that he could draw the knife away from his throat in tandem with its own momentum as it continued to slide across what would been its natural path...

...no matter, Andras wasn't inhumanly quick and he'd been surprised, the knife still cut a nice swath across one side of his neck though it hadn't slit him from ear to ear completely. Blood, a rich red, poured from one side of the Mandalorians neck and breathing became more difficult. The underlay beneath the Neo Crusader Armor would provide some protection but not much. During this time Sena had also attempted a Telekinetic Push that had actually proven ineffective. Many assumptions could be made but the truth was that the Terentatek Body Glove that served as the underlay for the armor was specifically designed to nullify things like telekinetics. It's what it did...

...upon suddenly finding himself on his back, an unknown assailant named Tes mounting him like a prized bull, Andras attention had split from Sena and Ameli to this new attacker and left with the option of struggling for his life or doing something quickly he chose not to let himself be carved up so easily. Down on his back with Tes behind him, sucked in against his body and with her back assumingly against duracrete, Andras activated his jet pack. Now usually a jet pack was used to launch one self into the skies this time it would be used to launch across the floor. The Jet Pack ignited and Andras began to shoot across the floor of the fuel depot with Tes mounting his back which could essentially translated to her being drug. A Jet Pack usually has a top speed of 145 kph, adjusting for resistance and weight it could probably still reach 80kph which translates roughly to 50 mph, now normally it operates for three second bursts but it can be used continuously for upwards of one minute. Rocketing away Andras intended to use as much of that one minute as needed to literally rip Tes off of his back. It seemed a forgone conclusion to the Mandalorian that being drug at these speeds could likely rip the skin off an unarmored individual but he had no idea if Tes was armored or not...

...as for Sena and Ameli he'd left a gift behind for the two of them. Sena especially. When his right arm had come up from where it had crossed over to his left Andras had dropped another grenade on the floor at his feet where it awaited the two of them. A Force Breaker Grenade. The Grenade wouldn't actually damage either girl but when its timer hit zero it released a vaporized form of Ixetal Cilona which was both a powerful hallucinogen and a detractor from the force. In a short amount of time the gas which had a three meter spread could weaken a force users connection to the force itself. The Grenade had been dropped at Andras feet when he was wrenched backwards which meant that Sena was closest to it, Ameli might not even be affected and there was more...

...as he rocketed away, across the floor with Tes attached to him Andras fired his wrist slugthrower again. Full auto this time, no controlled bursts and blind-fired. There was no target just a random, rapid fire, hail of bullets that was shot back in the direction of Sena and Ameli used to keep them busy until it ran dry of ammo while Andras dealt with Tes. Andras would have tried cursing but all he could muster was a guttural sound at this point...​

 

[Vol Nanna]

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


Gear: Lightsaber, Torn Battle Robe.

Vol’s attack was parried but that didn’t matter. It wasn’t meant to deal any real damage that would put an end to this fight. It was meant to close in the distance, and maybe create an opening. In that, the move had succeeded when the Sith launched her counterattack. Vol watched her as she lifted her lightsaber over her head. With nothing in between him and her body there were many openings, but they were openings that would soon close the second she swung her lightsaber down.

Vol feeling something in him could not capitalize on this moment. He hesitated. His species strength and speed were greater than those of a human, at least enough to always have or gain the upper hand. But in this moment he hesitated to put them to work. Why?

Why? That was the question that came to the forefront of his mind as he launched himself backward and away from her blade. Which was not a wise choice. His hesitation and the confusion in his mind added up to her blade kissing his brow and cheek, just coming shy of his right eye.

The smell of burning fur and flesh didn’t take long to fill the air. He could still feel the heat from her lightsaber permeating the space around his eye. A future scar, no doubt about it.

Vol growled in pain but as he did euphoria arose in the pit of his chest. The pace of battle once again giving him pain, and pleasure. The enjoyment he usually received from battle had been lulled in his connection to the force. It had lulled somewhere in between his crash against the wall and his moment of hesitation. But now it was back. The new question was to follow that feeling or the force.

The force it was. Ataru always called on the force to aid it’s users movement. Standing outside of the reach of his enemy’s lightsaber he went back in. Putting his speed, agility, and strength to the test, Vol leapt up and over his opponent’s right side, with the aid of the force, and aimed for the strong point of most melee fighters, the shoulder. At the height of his arc he swung the saber diagonally at the skin just above the collarbone. An attack mimicking, almost exactly, the animal Ataru was modeled after, the Hawk-Bat.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Objective: B
Location: Section 1
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Darth Atrophia"]
Gear:Saber, Shoto, the Force
Theme: I know what you want, but it's not gonna be what you like!

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3R_ewcKydhk

‘Come on baby, show me your favourite
I'm as addicted as your lips to your cigarette
I'm a lover of a second degree,
My Mona Lisa wasn't looking at me
To adore you
Alright

All in favour, take the stand and defend me
I'm so cold and lonely,
I could be dead
But I'm doing alright!
I know what you want,
But it's not gonna be what you like!
I know what you want,
But it's not gonna be what you like!

Cleaning my hands out my bloody fingers,
My brain is scattered like the thoughts in my pattern
I'm a lover of a second degree,
My Mona Lisa wasn't looking at me
Throw some salt over your shoulder baby!’

Her kick landed with a satisfying thud. She didn’t connect fully, or her foot would have come through the Sith’s body and punched her spine out of her back. But it would certainly have winded her.

But despite her goading, Corvus knew this was not going to be over quickly. Prakith told her that, and the early exchanges merely reinforced it. She would have preferred a saber battle and it was in her favour to keep things close - but being typically a counter-puncher, it was not natural or comfortable for Corvus to take the initiative.

Corvus was different from the Jedi that faced the Sith Lord that she faced on Prakith — that refused to share her name. It was not just about her combat abilities — where she’d become more rounded — even with her still natural tendency to defend and exploit an opening rather than dictate the pace. She’d also learned a whole raft of skills that allowed her to maintain an active role in the Republic Jedi Shadows. She’d visited Dyspeth to learn the powers Cloak of Shadow and Shadow Armor to bend light so she could render herself invisible. She also found out how to use the Force to gain low-light vision and to locate enemies that concealed themselves as well as utilise the Force to create illusory phantoms around an enemy. Which in turn led her to study the ways of the Fallanassi, who bent light in an entirely different way.

"You wish to know my name; do you, Jedi?”

In truth Corvus did and she did her best to deny her curiosity — this fascination could yet prove fatal. But she needed to embrace the Sith’s line of attack — for her own ends.

The fire and heat was…secondary…it was the Sith Lord’s words that were the flames she wanted to warm herself on. The heat was a factor but not to the extent that Corvus was, as yet, affected.

"Then amuse me, Jedi. Show me what you hide and I will satiate that urge."

Suddenly they were surrounded by flames, but to Corvus it mattered not a jot. In her mind they were the only two beings in the room. On the planet. In the galaxy. She only had eyes and ears for the Sith. But this was no childish infatuation but a deep-seated desire to understand her foe. Not to kill her…but to redeem her. It was her way. She’d changed much since Prakith - but in this regard she was no different.

Somewhere deep within the Sith she sensed goodness. The capacity to love. If you can love one person, you can love more. And if you can love more, you can love life. And if you can love life, you can be redeemed.

So for sure, Corvus was prepared to play the long game. She knew what Silara wanted, but wasn’t sure it was going to be what she liked.

“I am an open book. I hide nothing. Ask me anything and I shall tell you the truth. I am a Jedi…I would not lie to you. What do you wish to know?”

 

[Micah Talith]

Location. B7
Objective : Bellatrix!
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] @zaren bouqui [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Primary enemy: [member="Darth Venefica"]

Bolts were sent at his feet, one striking the duraplast plates that covered his shins. While it offered protection, the heat and the slight lance of another bolt seared just over the top of his boot. It didn't help matters that even though there was still some space between him and Aela, that force wave would still affect him.

When the Force Wave hit, he went sliding to the right, gathering his bearings. He went sliding across the floor for a few meters, but his determined gaze was fiery upon the woman.

Moving to close the distance between them, Micah would grab a pair of bolas from his hip. There a press of a button would arm the tiny disk, sending it flying towards the Sith with every intention to strike right through her. They may appear to be just a tiny disk, but it was more than that. The timer hit as it flew, charging by the power of the Force by Micah towards the woman's legs as she's move away Out flew the beam emitted by the two energy couplings. The beam that is emitted between the two discs is an exact replica of those found on Pod Racers, and similarly whatever it touches goes numb.

This means that as soon as that beam passes through the legs of that Sith, the nerves in the legs would go dead and numb and hopefully drop her to the ground.

 

[Disciple]

Objective: B
Location: 1/Norrin's Mind
Allies: Me
Enemies: [member="Norrin Fulk"]


One went under, the other went over. A simple matter when you were a droid. But with his hand free, Disciple threw his legs up into the air for a backflip over the sliding Republic warrior. Then he likely did something unexpected - the hand without a weapon extended like a claw, and five small composite beam lasers speared from the tips and down towards where Norrin was sliding to. It lasted a brief second, and then he landed and scooped up the saber that had skittered across the 'ground.'

No Force, although technically that meant he'd have to leave the man's mind. Whatever. Semantics.

Time to turn back around, especially since the attempt to cut his leg had missed his hand by a scant few inches.

 

[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 Pyrrhus"]
Enemies: Jedi heretics
Engaging: [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=0Xfvk028Kv0​

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From afar, Yurzhoc could almost hear the squeals and cindering carcass of the warkeeper at J-12, like a slug beneath a bath of salt. He wondered what would have become of the forces, unmolested by the pride of Tsoring Shai, but he had suddenly been captivated by the movement of the enemy forces, tasting the overwhelming embrace of grutchinya, of the blast bugs, and of the yaret-kor and the insurmountable evidence of it's prestige in the well placed fervor of it's attacked, guided by Tall-Yor and mounted rider. Beneath the inclement and focused dovin basals, the beast cut it's way through the tirade and temper tantrum of the invading forces and mechanical monsters, pushing their way into a place they didn't belong.

That didn't matter though, he thought, as the fire of the metal beasts controlled by [member="Alva Calvarona"] were soaked up in the armored bodies of the Grutchinya, even more capable then their lesser cousins who could survive through space and hyperspace. The thump of their bodies would splash organic goo and death and rotting innards against the metal and vibrant displays of armor for those who choose it, choosing to shine this day when they could have known the truest touch of the children of God. Oh well, he thought, as he turned mid air and dove bomb for the canal of K17. Fire was lighting up in the sky, the world was becoming treacherous for a Yuuzhan Vong on the back of an insect.

Placing his hand against his mouth, the villip squirmed as he screamed into the communications. "Pull the warkeeper back!" There was no amount of retreat on the part of that beast, with the incoming hail from [member="SC-4486"], that would prevent damage to the armored carapace. The dovin basals, 800 years of tempered genetics, focused the beasts towards the task of protecting rather than simply eating what it could - in a way, they would know the vulnerable parts and protect as needed. The plates that found themselves superheated reflected the blasts, piercing the leg of the beast rider as he screamed out in guttural tones. It seemed the dovin basals didn't consider him a vulnerability on the warkeeper - they guessed wrong.

Wounded, the warkeeper moved lazily into the realms of J15, to recover as it licked it's wounds. As it did so, in unison, the Yuuzhan Vong warriors planted the Kraetos shields in the dirt, using the cover of their own thud bug fire to roll their singularity mines over and into K14 - only given their vanguard nature and training would this be possible, as the lesser trained Yuuzhan Vong may have caused issues with such issues as fragility. However, this maneuver was further orchestrated with the pre planned symphonic blast of a single barrage of 4 900 mm Yaret-Kor, directly for J13, at the position of [member="SC-4486"] men. With the unison of the maneuver completed, they moved backwards, firing in staggered blased, as they sought the protection of line of sight defense in the dirt hill. The singularity mines rolled, just as black charred rubble would, before finding rest in their own spots.

For now, the shields continued to do their duty, deflecting the blasts as 2 elite warriors fell to the wounds incurred and the Mern Kane and Rakamats took this brief moment to rest and relax, as it were. Even beasts of war needed a breath, even if just for a moment, just as mechanical beasts required cooling. Yurzhoc, however, never needed rest!

"They are pushing out through the canyon! Several monsters have topped the walls and are shelling us with blasphemous means!" He growled, the Oggzil would consecrate his words for the unworthy, using their dead technology. "Return fire!"

NPC Modified Template:

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Units 269 (Wounded beast master, wounded warkeeper, 2 soldiers dead):
29 Yuuzhan Vong Elite Warriors (Hunters)/Beast Tamers at edge of L15 and L16
20 Mern Kane at L16
4 Rakamat at L16
Warkeepers
-1 at J15, wounded and currently not serving it's purpose
1 Nuhlrokka - Flying over head, K17

Objective: Cutting the enemy up with stuff
Location: Listed above
Synopsis: Warkeeper at K15 is partially wounded, failure of the dovin basals to adequately defend. The rider is wounded as well, though is handling his pain well enough. Due to the lack of return fire on any square other than K15, the Mern Kane and Rakamat withdraw behind the dirt mound of L15, into L16, and begin to recharge and consume in order to regain composure. The Yuuzhan vong warriors have planted all Kreatos shields into the soil, firing thud bugs across the canal and towards [member="SC-4486"] with a singular barrage of 4 yaret-kor. Across the passage of k14, rolled singularity mines lay in wait, currently inactive, and their blackish bodies lie in trance with charred rubble caused by the shattering fire, to erupt upon proximity.

Technical specs: Blast Bugs fly at well over 150 km/hr - 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. Singularity mines are seed housing for dovin basals, blast radius of 2 meters.

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 Veles]

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

The humming blade of superheated plasma drew a crimson blur through nothing but air, Avreet’s flippered hand having the same success when it captured nothing within its webbed claws, the Jedi’s movement backwards accompanied by her fall proving to be too swift for her opponent to stop, prevent her from falling by grasping her wrist – and severing it afterwards. Unfortunate, but Avreet still felt fairly confident with his enemy lying on the ground like a neatly folded ragdoll since the downed Jedi presented an extremely easy and very tempting target, especially considering the fact she had turned off her lightsaber to avoid hurting herself in the fall – plus the gaping hole in her hip that angrily adorned the Jedi’s body like painful burden.

It was in the female Jedi Master’s interest to die as quickly as possible, after all, to not unnecessarily suffer for too long. Avreet sincerely hated to see women suffer – most of the times. All it would take was one long step forward followed by a swift downwards flick of his wrist to deliver a fatal injury. Avreet made one swift stride closer to the woman.

Instead of carving a searing orange line across her chest, the found himself on the receiving end of the woman’s kick into his leg. Reinforced bone absorbed the hit with ease and merely slowed the Sith Lord’s approach – unlike the unexpected Force wave that followed. Catching the Mon Cal before the amphibious assassin’s move finished, Avreet suffered a hard hit that knocked the air out of him and tossed him away, getting some distance between the two in range of metres. Even in this moment of desperation and vulnerability, the Sith Lord’s free hand, the same that had attempted to grab the Jedi and remained raised since, telekinetically hurled a moderately powerful wave of compressed air towards the Jedi, known as Force push by most, somewhat similar to her own Force wave – only that this one’s been targeted and released in single direction, the Jedi’s direction in hope of keeping her down.

Soon enough, his flight away from the Jedi slowed down and completely stopped as his boots touched the ground and the Sith continued sliding for a bit as he pushed against the invisible power, resisting the wave like a fish hoping to swim against the flow. After his balance’s been recovered and he stood firmly again, a telekinetic pull coming from the Sith attempted to pull the woman’s legs from under her as Avreet rushed towards her again, rapidly closing the distance between them.

 

[Sage Bane]

OBJECTIVE C

Location: C18
Allies: [member="Reverance"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Darth Raven"] [member="Nerius"] [member="Sabik Dhami"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Yurzhoc Shai"]
Enemies: [member="Weiss"] [member="SC-4486"] [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Taneas"] [member="Travot Ravenna"] [member="Jupiter"]
Gear:
Vonduun Skerr Kyrric
Sessile Triostaff
Chitin Carbine
Lightsaber
3 Pouches of Blorash Jelly
2 Plasma Eels

NPCs

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100 Yuuzhan Vong Elite Warriors at C18
20 Mern Kane at C17
2 Rakamat at D18
2 Firebreathers at D18
1 Hadzuska Rowa at D14
9 Hadzuska Rowa at C18

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

Although his Rakamat’s Yaret-Korr fire was intercepted in the sky, exploding in a fireworks show over the river, Sage felt a pleasant shudder as a few more Republic lives were snuffed out of existence. His Force attacks through the Hadzuska Rowa had claimed a few more victims, and the fear of the remaining stormtroopers left in their wake fed his warlust to plump excess. He spied more Yaret-Korr fire, presumably from Yurzhoc Shai’s Rakamats, pounding the now desecrated place where the Storm Commanders had massacred each other, raining fiery plasma destruction from above. Brave [member="Yurzhoc Shai"], all alone in the sky, riding on his insect, as if he were one Vong against the galaxy.

The Sith Lord turned his steely gaze towards the battlefield once more. His oggzil was buzzing so frequently, he almost tuned it out, focusing instead on letting his shadow wolves be his eyes and ears. From the vantage point of his animal sight, he saw the Mythosaur on the ridge gearing up to fire again. As two missiles shot across the canyon towards the Sith Lord and his forces, Sage began to gather up the Force all around him. The Dark Side poured into him with an almost-zealous need to fill his every cell with its power, ebbing against the Force-dead creatures in his battalion, flowing around them like a river over rocks. As the missiles arced through the sky, one of the weapons got sucked into the dovin basal of one of the two Rakamat that protected Sage’s forces. The dovin basal did not manage to suck up the other in time, and the warhead exploded against the side of the crevasse with a thunderous boom. Fortunately, the Sith Lord threw his hands to the sky, shielding he and his brother’s forces with a wide Force Barrier, a bubble of invisible, impenetrable energy. Gigantic chunks of rocks and dirt bumped against the invisible dome, but did not break through. Not everyone in Sage’s group was unscathed by the blast, however. One of Sage’s Firebreather’s suffered a few severed legs, and there were some wounded Vong Warriors, soldiers he knew would keep fighting no matter how many ears or toes they lost, as their unwavering pride dictated it. The Mern Kane in his squad also suffered some injuries from the flying debris, and a few of them lay on the ground flailing like beetles stuck on their backs.

Once the dust had settled, Sage shot a glance at his brother, the only physical acknowledgement of the Chiss’ presence thus far.

“You owe me one, you blue bastard.”

Suddenly, there was an anguished howl inside of his mind as his animal sight was lost. Something hit his pack of ten Hadzuska Rowa at D14 and their smoky black bodies had dissipated into nothingness. There was a trail of smoke as a gunship cut through the sky to the North, disappearing into the clouds. The vessel was most likely the culprit.

“Son of a Bantha,” he cursed, and sent another shadow wolf out to the entrance of his crevasse (at D14). He hoped he would get eyes on the battlefield just long enough to avenge his wolves. The closest enemy of his Hadzuska Rowa was nearby walker (at C14). Through the Sith Familiar, Sage reached out to seize one Seargent Wilkes inside the vehicle. If Wilkes did not find a way to break Sage’s tether, the man would feel an invisible hand closing around his windpipe with enough pressure to choke him to death. The Sith Lord would attempt the same attack on the hapless Sergeant Baucom in the walker at K10, because, well, misery loves company, doesn't it?

Sage continued to have his siege lizards target same two Mythosaurs that were giving him so much grief. He caught sight of one just as it dipped down into the canyon and the other one as it trundled along on the ridge. (G-15 and C-15). With a fiery belch, the Rakamats continued to fire their Yaret-Korr at the opposing Mythosaurs.

Go down already you blasted, metal beasts.

Summary of Actions

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1 Calmant missile sucked into a dovin basal
Sage Bane used Force Barrier to protect the area of C18 from the other Calmant Missile which hit the side of the canyon
1 Firebreather was injured from the blast
5 Vong Warriors suffered injuries
3 Mern Kane suffered injuries
1 Rakamat firing Yaret-Korr at G-15 [member="Ali Hadrix"]
1 Rakamat firing Yaret-Korr at C-15 [member="Ali Hadrix"]
20 Hadzuska Rowa were killed by a Gunship's artillery
Send 1 Hadzuska Rowa to D14
Attempted to use the Hadzuska Rowa to Force Choke Seargent Wilkes in the Walker at C14 [member="Travot Ravenna"]
Attempted to use the Hadzuska Rowa to Force Choke Seargent Baucom in the Walker at K10 [member="Travot Ravenna"]