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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
"RETREAT TO BEHIND THE CANYON WALLS! THAT IS AN ORDER!" SC-4486 shouted into the communicator, the pilots immediately acknowledged the order to move as the mechanical clank sound came back around, The AT-STs had already moved back to the river side, They had not been hit by the Yaret-Kor so far but the AT-FATs were another story.
The AT-FATs turned around slowly one by one, and as they did that, a yaret-kor shell took another leg off of an AT-FAT, leaving it without any middle legs, just back and front, this slowed it down by about ten percent, while the other AT-FAT had been hit in the back, leaving an opening which was being watched by the turrets on the AT-FAT now, as to keep the grutchinya from going inside of the AT-FAT.
It took them a little bit, but the AT-FATs had moved slowly over the course of a minute or two, and were now behind the canyon wall, finding refuge and hoping that the artillery wouldn't hit them in their vulnerable state.
Summary of actions
SC-4486 orders forces to retreat behind canyon wall.
Objective B IN B4 Allies: [member="Tes Dralyn"], [member="Ameli Trahir"] Enemy: [member="Andras Garon"] Gear: An Orange Lightsaber
Her friend called out in warning of a bomb, a gift left behind from when the soldier had sent himself flying with the third member of the duo, turning it into a trio. Although this was a fight that the duo could have handled alone the addition of a third person was just a matter of convenience, or at worst, inconvenience. With the man having taken the third Acolyte on a trip towards the wall there was little time to think. The cannister of gas went off in the distance and Sena startledly let her eyes dart for the explosion.
Drawing the conclusion that her force push had been proven useless the girl wasted no time in dropping said attack from today’s repertoire, even if just momentarily. That didn’t mean her greatest ally could still be of use to her. Focus just had to be shifted from her target to the matter of bolstering herself and her own abilities.
At least it would have. The man opened fire once more and in the midst of the bullet rain Sena jumped behind cover by Ameli as both Sena and her shoulder both cried out in pain. She had been hit by something which was quickly followed by the trickling sensation of liquids running down her back. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.
The thing with pain was that it had always had a special place for Sena. At times it was a tool, other times it was a wicked sort of pleasure, but most of all it was a motivator. The whips, the lashes and the carvings on her back. The pain she had felt back then was much like the pain she felt in this very moment. It was this pain that caused her to never wear dresses, this pain which was why she insisted on following a form of rigid personal system to measure her own worth.
Not long ago she had been in the slave pits of a planet she still had no name for, something not even Ameli had been told about. It was these memories that helped her find the power to go on, to face the music and at the end of the day; come out on top. That was how it went and if history was to repeat itself this man was as good as dead. He just didn’t know or care to admit it yet.
Her hand extended itself towards the man as she dug in deep and abused the pain to let it reshape into something else, something greater. It became power that she would channel through her body and out of her fingertips as crackle for crackle she began an attempt to electrify the man’s equipment in the hopes of at the very least frying some piece of electronics.
At this point there was no need for words. Business mode was engaged. Ameli, and the others, were about to witness the other Sena. The future Sword of Vahl.
Objective: B.....defeat the Jedi/Pubs
Location: Section 7
Allies: OS l [member="Darth Veles"] l [member="Darth Ferus"] l [member="Darth Ophidia"] l [member="Jardo Snow"]
Enemies: GR/Pubs l [member="Aela Talith"] l [member="Zaren Bouqi"] l [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Engaging: [member="Micah Talith"]
Gear: Lightsaber l Bone Armour l Sisterhood Emblem l Amulet of the Five
The Dagobah Sith watched as the Jedi boy leaped into the air to avoid the flying discs, while trying to hold his breath and keeping some sort of air supply flowing into his lungs. Had it been the target of her attack to drain him of his oxygen, then he would have succeeded in preventing her attack. However, Force Choke worked differently than two hands placed around one's throat and squeezed until all the air was robbed from the lungs and brain.
Also, the calm she was feeling from the Jedi boy would not serve him well.
Nor would his cheap Lightside parlour trick.
Maintaining her choke hold on him, she watched as he cast a blinding light meant to blanket her eyes in an attempt to have her release the hold on him. She closed her eyes tight but still caught some of the flash, enough to temporary blind her, and still she held fast to her attack. But the attack didn't have the desire affect he was seeking. Her Master had taught her well. First, eyes mislead you, always betraying to you what they see. Never trust your eyes. The second, was a simple lesson all Force users learned, trust in the Force and the Force will never turn it's back on you.
Unfortunately for the Jedi boy, he had made a fatal error by trying to attack rather than address his current standing in her grip by other means, and now it would be to late. He was locked.
Darth Venefica didn't need her eyes to see the Jedi, she could feel him through the Force, his signature acting like a beacon that would lead to his defeat. Plus, her own Force energy had connected to him, binding him to her. The Force was her ally, and the Force had now betrayed the Jedi boy as she poured more of her malice into her power coupling it with the small pain in her eyes, squeezing the trachea muscles in his throat tighter and tighter, the subject of her attack rather than robbing him of precious air. With this added assault being dipped into the current attack, her invisible hands locked around the Jedi boy's throat like a hungry tuk'ata.
His calmness may have saved him from panic, but it would not save him from her iron grip. Dizziness and bouts of blackness would be creeping in by now, a side-effect from the choke that didn't require panic to aid it. Like a small little bogwing, the Jedi boy was trapped in her web. Soon unconsciousness would begin to seep in. And with the choke in full bloom, thanks to the Jedi boy's error, any movement from him or anyone to protect him would result in a small flick of her wrist, and her Force Choke would become Force Kill.
And now her laughter of madness joined the cries of death all around them.
Micah could feel the increasing pressure on his neck, a painful reminder that his trick had not worked. Times like this meant that one had to deal with what one could do with the precious seconds one had. Dealing in such situations are what he had to face with his uncle Cameron Centurion, so he would use those skills here.
The Force was a fount for him to sate his thirst in, and he would use it here. He would start to see a few spots in his eyes, those colored flares dancing at the increased lack of fresh blood to his head. The Force would swell within him, and utilizing the added additional omph of power from his ring, Micah rammed his will into the Force out towards the now blind woman in a powerful Force Blast of energy with the intent to do exactly that -- blast the Sith witch back in a violent manner that went beyond a simple Force push.
The incoming wave of energy would tear and blast nearby crates and fuel barrels out of the way, tunneling down with the intent to crash at the woman with ferocious speed and strength of an incoming gale.
Objective: Reinforce L10
Location: in a cave near L10
Enemies: OS
Allies: GR and IR
Npc:
219 stormtroopers
1 digger
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The bombardment seemed to go on forever. The heat from the napalm alone had put Weiss off for some time. His unit trapped in the self-made cave to escape the artillery... bugs.
Weiss had thought they were prepared for anything but this eas something else. This extensive usage of species so very alien to human made him sick. But they were effective and feeling a bit naive they now stayed dug in.
He was waiting for two things to happen. A new order from captain Hadrix and the napalm to cool down some more. Without a transport they would burn up out there.
He turned toward his final digger. Maybe he should try to have it tunnel its way further into the mountain. It felt risky, a cave in would be likely since they lacked technicians capable of such a feat without grave errors.
But then, it might be better odds then facing more of those bug bombs...
Objective: B
Location: Sector 6
Allies: Sons and Daughters of Vahl [member="Keira Ticon"] (?)
Enemies: [member="Turin Val Kur"]
Gear:
Sith Sword - Vanilla
Red Lightsaber
The beast took a single, menacing step towards the young Dark Sider, only to be engaged by the Jedi. The Jedi's blade danced across his exoskeleton and growled in annoyance. The Jedi would die as he should have in their first meeting. He brought his Sith Sword to meet the blue of the Jedi's saberstaff, and shoved him away with brute force. Suddenly the attacker was on the defense as The Hound brought down a fury of attacks and parries. The Force Feedback was an annoyance, like a thorn stuck in a lion's paw and it was causing him to attack wildly with no recognition of friend or foe.
Objective: B
Location: 1/Norrin's Mind
Allies: Me
Enemies: [member="Norrin Fulk"]
Disciple turned, both sabers glowing with decrepit light. Adopting the typical ready stance for a dual saber user, he blinked at the dagger thrown his way. There was a flash of the sword in his mind's eye and he raised his forearm to take the dagger. He could stand to lose an arm if somehow it was effective against droids, but he wasn't about to take that one to the chest. Not until he could assess the outcome.
Frowning at the man, his stance slid wider, stabilizing himself.
Gabriel pierced across the battlefield through shatterpoint, his mind attached to the cognition throne in a more powerful alternative to a Yammosk, though one would work in tandem to his efforts. The efforts of Yurzhoc shai, the coordination of the subcommander on his Nuhlrokka, corresponding through villip and villip choir to echo the movements of the enemies. One particular movement caught the eye of the Warmaster, that of a mythosaur from canyon to canyon. Smiling, he thanked his ingenuity that he had placed scouts upon the terrace just to the East of the Walker, expecting such things in the pressing future - their communication would aid coordination. Commands would be sent to those scouts, cloaked in the veil of the Cloak of Nuun, as they moved towards the edging wall of G-16. In a turn of the visage, tendrils attached to head and temple, the Warmaster spoke out towards the commanding troops.
"Change direction of fire...Chazrach Sentinels, Rakamat...for Yun-Yammka!" And with that, the bold tenacity of those currently untouched by this adventure would show through display of animal like qualities and ferocity. With Yaret-kor turned to the sky, blast bug launchers turned towards the sky, the weaponry would strike out against the inner canyon of G-15, just as the mechanical walker is descending from view of the Scouts above. And despite the shift in fire, the momentary halt, the silence would be unknown for the war that waged around them. And it was time again, time for the release of the growing Grutchinya, sapping the strength once more from a Yorik-Trema, as they emerged from the hive - pupa turned now to adults. But this second push, this was a different hive mind, much more focused in their intents and purposes. For every ten that flew at the forward line, 4 behind would be armed by members of the Elite Vong, those who were currently tending to the beasts in preparation for war. As they flew forward, cresting the hill from H18 to G15, the forward fliers would pass the scouts in a hurry as the scouts communicated back, signalling the movement. 200 would descend upon the Mythosaur, 200 grutchinya - armed with armor surpassing that of the grutchin - of those 200, 48 would be carrying seed pods similar in appearance to charred rubble. And beneath the veil of the yaret-kor fire, blast bug fire, and other grutchinya serving as the vanguard, the singularity mines would remain wrapped in the organic insect paper, ready for delivery.
The plan? Simple, with the singularity mine being thrown against the Mythosaur, the 2 meter explosions would pull shields from the walker and open it up to attacks from the other weaponry raining down upon the vessel. Mid movement, mid strike, it could potentially be distracted or overwhelmed and given the lack of movement and lack of strenuous activity by the forces laying in the gulch in waiting, they were primed for this attack more than most. Nevertheless, Gabriel communicated these plans through villip, cognition throne, and oggzil, so that the allies could potentially coordinate attacks. Along with this, the blast bugs would serve the purpose of soaking up incoming bombing fire in the skies - potentially reacting to missile and triggering them or sending them off course.
The Nuhlrokka, personal mount of the Warmaster, fluttered it's wings impatiently. Elite Yuuzhan Vong talent was being wasted on the repetitive feeding of the Rakamat and defensive warkeepers, pulling rubble from the canyon in droves as they carved out paths in their effort to sate the warbeasts. But this was war, not a talent show, and they would have their opportunity soon enough. If that meant direct melee combat or correspondence with the flies above, time would soon tell as their chitin carbines and limitless capabilities waited in relaxed stature.
Objective: Firing some more Location: G18, G17, and H17 Synopsis: Shelling G15 with Yaret-Kor (rakamat) and Blast bugs (mern kane) (see below for technical information), intercepting descending Mythosaur. Grutchinya have been released as well, 200 of them, with 48 on the back end that are flying armed with singularity mine seed pods. They are aimed directly for G15, targeting the mythosaur, the shields, and the gooey metal bits within.
Technical Aspects: Blast Bugs fly at well over 150 km/hr, meaning from the point of being shot - 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.
Objective: B Location: Norrin's Mind/Section 1 Allies: None Enemies: [member="Disciple"]
"Remember. You're in my mind, Sith, and I'm not an untrained grunt, as I'm sure by now you've figured out."
The urge to shoot was there, but it would be a waste. He knew it would be a waste because of the sabers. While he could, in theory, think them away, he also knew that he couldn't. The manifestation of the being in front of him was born of that beings consciousness and mind. It had nothing at all to do with Norrin's mind, and he could not, in any way, shape or form, affect its being directly, especially since he didn't have any control of the Force. Now what he could do, unless the Sith managed to stop him, was directly affect the creations of his own mind.
Like the dagger.
Embedded in the droids arm, but not removed. Their rules were no use of the Force, but using the mind wasn't using the force. The daggers hilt began to transform into that of an activated glop grenade, which should, if nothing else, buy Norrin some time to dissect the droid and remove it from his mind. Hopefully. Or it might buy him a few seconds to get ready for more battle. Or it might do nothing, it was hard to tell what would happen when inside the realm of the mind.
Objective: B Location: Sector 6 Allies: Sith Enemies: [member="Turin Val Kur"] Gear: Personal lightsaber
It seemed as if her entire life was comprised of don'ts. Don't do this, don't fight them, don't go to this planet. Don't. Now it was this Jedi Master warning her against fighting a monster that even he seemed to fear. Unfortunately for him Keira had never been the sort to follow orders, whether from allies or enemies. Proof of that lay in her numerous scars, not to mention her cybernetic left arm. If he thought that she would make an exception this time simply because of who he was, then that was his own mistake.No, she wouldn't waste her time on what she wasn't supposed to do. As she always did, she would follow her own instinct. And that rarely included not provoking others.
Merely watching the second fight unfold in front of her for a moment, she studied the movements of the stranger, scrutinizing everything down to which hand he favored and what foot was put forward first. Knowing one's opponent was half the battle. The more physical aspect had always come far easier for her. And that was the case here as well. Reaching out with the Force she pulled the discarded silver blade into her right hand, igniting the second weapon, both sabers now humming in tandem. Her breath hissed through her teeth with a drawn out exhale, pondering her next move for a few seconds more than necessary. She didn't feel hard-pressed to assist a Jedi, of all people.
Darting towards the pair, augmenting her speed with the Force, she let the silver blade fly towards the monster, aiming for the hand that held the crimson blade. Once disarmed every adversary proved far easier to deal with. She didn't bother to call the second saber back into her hand, being inexperienced with a dual bladed style and not wanting anything to slow her down during this fight. The second the other blade left her hand she closed the gap between herself and the pair, attacking the Sithspawn from the other side, hoping to keep him more than occupied with combating two opponents at once. This was nothing different than fighting her old Gen'Dai mentor. Perhaps even easier.
This time she utilized what was best described as a combination of both Ataru and Djem So, an unorthodox style that she had picked up through numerous sparring matches with her old teacher. A lack of calculated, traditional moves made every next action difficult to predict, and it was that she was counting on to hopefully bring this fight to a quick and concise close. Then she could get back to what she had come here for. "So, Jedi," There was a pause as she focused entirely on the fight for a moment, "Friend of yours?" That brought to mind another question that had slipped her mind until then. How had he known her name?
The Golden Banner were truly no match for air cover, the attack decimated the infantry, the ammunition depots exploded in a fiery display and napalm began to stick to the unfortunate souls. The SMP sensors picked up the attack and quickly the officers realized that few--if any--of them would survive the attack.
"Requiem's can intercept," one officer looked to Anja for commands.
The Host Lord shook her head, "No."
A second attack was coming, more ships were detected. Standard sensors were scrambled variously by the jamming, but the advanced targeting computers of the Requiem's were able to quickly seek out and fire towards the incoming gunships (@Jupiter). Four homing missiles and heavy proton shells fired at them before they were in strike distance. A volley of enemy warheads struck various targets, the siege walkers managed to use their quad laser cannons to destroy some and one of the Artillery Tanks was completely crippled in the process, becoming immobile. The others reversed course managing to avoid destruction, only taking minor damage all around([member=Ali Hadrix]).
Remaining fire that was not counteracted managed to immobilize, but not destroy another artillery tank; making it a sitting duck should they make another pass.
The final strike on the SMP was incoming.
"Toss up the shields!" One of the lieutenant's shouted to all the personnel, quickly both the particle and deflector shields were online forming a powerful barrier. The quad laser cannon from the nearby siege walkers fired against the six incoming warheads, two passed through and struck the SMP, a third survivor went off course and struck one of the siege walkers, disabling its main turbolaser turret. The SMP managed to soak up the blows, the shields were at 37% capacity and slowly recharging but the brute force did manage to permanently damage the deflector shield, forcing it to function only at half capacity when recharged.
Luckily the slow nature of the gravity bombs made them easily destroyed in the process, remnants of its devastating power lingered above but did not affect the vehicles below.
With the attacks over, Anja's forces quickly situated themselves. "Damage reports in. One siege walker damaged, one tank out of action, another immobilized but weapons functional, all Golden Banner are likely K.I.A."
"Looks like the Sith are firing at this position," he pointed out on the holographic display.
Anja didn't need time to think on her next action, "Join with the attack fire what we can at that position." Within moments continuous proton fire and eight seismic charges fired in coordination with Reverance's attack. Their combined firepower would surely have damaging results for the enemy. ([member=Ali Hadrix])
"Remaining payload has been fired."
>Defended against attacks. >Took quite a lot of damage. >Firing seismic charges ; 2 at F-14 , 2 at H-14, 4 at G-15
Vulnerabilities, they all had them - even Sith Lords with hearts as black as the dark side of the force. But there were those few who hid their vulnerabilities, that denied them their focus, rejected their existence, and such was how Corvus Raaf had withstood the mental stress that had crumpled so many others with the pressure of ten thousand suns. To expose this weakness, to crack open that shell, one must mimic the physics of an immovable object in the physical world, subject the object to unfathomable hatred and sheer cold, then quickly apply the warmth of welcome. Shock, they called that, but it was far more powerful than a simple shiver or pleasurable flame. Even the untouchable Grand Master buckled at her metaphorical knees at the change of pace, opening that vulnerability to the woman that slowly moved towards her, gracefully, with eyes that could pierce the soul. "You are not a tool, Jedi, you are a living, breathing, person. You make your own choices, you see with your own eyes, and you feel with your own heart. Do not allow others to use you, to sway you to a gray slate that imprisons not only your free will but your soul." She said quietly, softly. "Years of suppressed feelings, missed moments, lost opportunities, because nobody taught you the most powerful, most important, lesson of all." Continued her voice as she seemingly glided towards the Jedi, clearly with not a saber in hand nor a hint of power about her. There was no imminent threat, no oppressive power to wrack the Jedi's body, only a welcoming figure, like a siren of the night.
Yes, the Sith Lord approached the Jedi Grand Master with no further purpose than to open her to what she held bottled up inside, that she cried out for help. "Do not deny yourself what you wish, what you feel, open yourself and let the tumultuous chaos out, breathe in the order that the force instills, and allow me to help you." Atrophia whispered, leaning in towards the Jedi, the dark mist clearing to reveal the two masters of the force, the pale-faced Sith and the violet-eyed Jedi. "Embrace the warmth of freedom, set your soul free and be one with the force - do not be its beast of burden, do not force it to meet your wishes, be one with it, symbiotic." She rasped, lifting her right hand slowly, cautiously, to reach out towards the woman's cheek. There was no light in the Sith Lord's eyes, but there was a hellish fire that begot warmth circling within the red, dead, robotic eyes that granted her true sight. "Reach into yourself, Corvus, look at yourself from within, not without. Ideologies are labels that have been placed on the galaxy to prevent you from seeing clearly, from seeing beyond the blinding lies that cloud your vision. When you see me, do you see an amalgam of hatred, of destruction, or do you see a duality of nature, a woman capable of both great good and great evil? I am not a black and white picture, dear Jedi, and neither are you. This galaxy is not so monochromatic and simple." She continued, the cold touch of her fingers pushing aside the hair that lay on the Jedi's face - motherly, comforting, and wise.
"Open up to me, Corvus, and I will help you see again."
There was a tense moment as a missile breached the canyon, heart-stoppingly close to where Cryax was dug in. Just as the Chiss began to wonder just who would inherit his riches after he was gone, his brother managed to use some Force gobbledy gook to bubble their forces under an invisible dome just as the missile exploded against the side of the rocky crevasse. Along with the Calmant missile, the Force barrier protected most of the Bane brothers’ forces from the 420mm Mass Driven rounds which bonked against the side of the invisible shield, rattling like balls of hale. A few of Cryax’s TA Battle Droids who were standing a few feet too far from the safety of the dome, fell to the ground, sparking and smoking in a pile. Once the air was clear, Cryax, seizing on the nanoseconds of lull in the battle, flicked on his commlink and patched into the pilot of the AT-AW that took a direct hit from the previoius two missiles.
“What’s the damage report, soldier?”
“We took quite a big hit on our forward shields, sir. Another direct hit would be bad.”
“Well let’s not let it get bad! Those Mythosaurs are too close for comfort. Take ‘em down. Maximum firepower!”
Return fire they did, both AT-AWs hammering back at the Mythosaurs at G15 and C16 with repeated fire from their proton cannons. The metal behemoths were already being shelled by Sage’s Yaret-Korr as well as taking fire from a host of other sources among the One Sith war beasts. It was impossible to even see their metal sheen through all of the coordinated fire from One Sith forces. With the tanks at L10 rabbiting inside a hole in the canyon, Cryax’s five Tartoros Class Walkers kept up the heat, firing on the exposed Mythosaurs with their laser cannons.
The One Sith slicers’ report on their first jamming attack was abysmal. Somehow attempts to jam almost every piece of machinery at the location of J13 failed. The tech gods must have been smiling on Republic forces today. Time to make another sacrifice. Bane ordered the same jamming attack on the tanks that were holed up at L10. Using the satellite as a makeshift jamming device, the slicers attempted to send initiation data packets to any receivers in the tanks, causing them to try and establish a two way data transmission. The slicers would manually loop back to the beginning instead of completing the handshake. Their method would aim to clog the receivers in an infinite loop where they would keep trying to initiate a connection, but never complete it. If they were successful, communications in the tanks would be disabled and targeting computers would go haywire.
Summary of Actions
Cryax Bane and his forces were protected by Sage Bane’s Force Barrier
3 TA1 Battle Droids were destroyed
AT-AW fired proton cannon at Mythosaur at G15 [member="Ali Hadrix"]
AT-AW fired proton cannon at Mythosaur at C16 [member="Ali Hadrix"]
5 Tartoros Class Walkers fired laser cannons at both Mythosaurs at G15 and C16
Slicers coordinate a jamming attack on any technology in the area of L10, ([member="Ali Hadrix"]) attempting to cause malfunctioning in commlinks and targeting computers of the tanks
She struck him. Her lips thinned as she pressed them together, her tongue flicking against the inside of her teeth. It didn't matter where she had hit him, only that he was injured. His leg would make him slightly less mobile, She would have to take that into account. The fish sidestepped her, moving to the side and letting her continue to slide forward. Her eyes peeled open, and out of the corner of her gaze she saw Micah being strangled with the force.
A silent curse left her lips.
Deftly, almost like fluid Aela moved. Her free hand caught hold of a small rock on the ground, her lightsaber flicked up, her knees exerting pressure. In one quick liquid like motion she used the force to press herself up and onto her feet, sliding into a crouch and turning.
As she turned the rock that she had scooped from the ground left her palm, propelled by the force and shot directly towards [member="Darth Venefica"] head, not enough to kill, but more than enough to knock the woman off her feet, at least hopefully. Then Aela continued her turn, steadying herself on her feet and rising to her full height as her back stiffened and her lightsaber took up a defensive stance.
Bright orange eyes stared at the Sith Lord, and for the first time she spoke. "It's not too late, surrender and I promise you will not be harmed."
Objective: B.....defeat the Jedi/Pubs Location: Section 7 Allies: OS l [member="Darth Veles"] l [member="Darth Ferus"] l [member="Darth Ophidia"] l [member="Jardo Snow"] Enemies: GR/Pubs l [member="Aela Talith"] l [member="Zaren Bouqi"] l [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] Engaging: [member="Micah Talith"]
Others in the universe are always blinded by what a Sith really is, the word absolute is tossed around more than a Twi'lek slave in a Hutt's den. The galaxy, as a whole, believe that all Sith deal in absolutes; be it through power or through a strict mantra and code they live by. All Siith, the galaxy have come to understand, are the same. The only difference is the name they take to shed the skins of their past. A rebirth of sorts. Even fallen Jedi that embrace the Sith lifestyle will kill their former 'selves' to embrace a new life for themselves. Most Sith, those that have shed their old lives, even forget who they once were, and only see themselves as they are now.
But not Xhexania, known better as Darth Venefica.
Her nightmare of a childhood is something she has never forgotten, nor wishes to ever forget. Every choice, good or ill, as a lonely girl on Dagobah has been permanently seared into her mind. Death just a spit away. Life always a struggle. Unlike her sisters and brothers that wear the armour of the title Sith, she recalls every minute detail of her own personal struggles. And because of this, she understood the difference between killing needlessly and killing for profit; or on a whim. Everyone and everything served a purpose in the galaxy, even this Jedi boy.
As the young Jedi boy struggled with the understanding that death would be his companion in an unmarked grave, she didn't share his optimism. He still served a purpose, a purpose that would either serve her faithfully or serve as a test subject lying on a cold, metal slab as droids and scientists poked and prodded him. She could kill him with a small flick of her wrist, but killing him was absolution. No, his fate would haunt him as a living conduit as a shamble. Yet, the Jedi boy was defiant; something she could find appreciation in.
While she tighten her grip around his throat, she could sense his defiance in him; in the form of calling the Force around him. Impressive, but ignorant given his state of affairs. For one fleeting moment as her eyesight returned to her, she considered letting him orchestrate some sort of counter-offensive against her; just to measure his power in the Force. Perhaps one day he would be her Apprentice, swearing allegiance to her teachings and striking down those he swore to protect as he walked the path of a Sith.
But she was a realist, not a fool.
So when she felt the Force swell up in him, she reacted to defending herself. The moment the Force Blast erupted from the young boy's hand, she flung him hard toward the eastern wall, simultaneously, in an attempt to drive what remaining energy from his body after the Force Choke had nearly sapped his dry.
Despite the nature of the oncoming attack, Darth Venefica was short and highly conditioned, meaning agility and speed where on her side. Quickly she dodged to her left, avoiding the attack all together, barely hearing the shattering of the crates from behind her. Since she was not affected by the attack, and the young boy was still in peril due to his flight toward the wall, she shot from her fingertips on her right hand a torrent of Force Lighting at him, forcing him to deal with the impending wall as he twisted through the air still in a daze from the Force Choke and the oncoming electrical attack.
Then the Force screamed to her that danger was coming at her. Luckily, she was wearing a helmet made from the skull of a fallen Jedi, and felt the ping of the object against her helmet, annoying her more than anything. And again she smiled, it seemed fate would give her two test subjects before the day was through.
Needless to say, it appeared Venefica’s opponent was done for, judging by his body hanging in the air, most likely subjected to the suffocating effects of Force choke and other punishment they kid was destined to receive – and ultimately death, or so the amphibious Sith hoped. His opponent did not share the sentiment though; going out of her way to free the boy from Venefica’s clutches. The Sith Lord’s large mouth slightly opened, eyes frowning in disbelief as he glared at the woman’s bold action. Trying to save her fellow Jedi was somewhat admirable and noble, but it would have made more sense if her opponent could no longer fight before trying to be a hero and save everyone. As such, this only gave Veles the opportunity he’s been waiting for, an opening literally inviting him to take a chance in this very moment. This was the second time she had turned her back to him, and just like before, he fully intended to capitalize on the mistake.
Darth Veles did not even have to waste time raising his free hand as the palm already faced his opponent as if trying to grab her; which he ultimately attempted to realize despite the distance between them, though telekinesis. That very moment came when the Jedi started to spin around in order to toss a rock at Venefica. This time, Avreet’s attack strongly resembled his last telekinetic pull on the Jedi’s legs, the only difference being that now he used the same on her entire torso to stop the female Jedi in motion when her back’s been fully exposed to him, thus greatly reducing the Jedi Master’s chances of freeing herself from the amphibian’s telekinetic hold or retaliating. His webbed hand clutched into a fist as if grasping a valuable treasure mere split of a second before the entire arm violently jerked backwards to order the invisible power to repeat the motion with the Jedi’s whole body.
The attack did not end there though; intending to offer the woman a taste of whiplash, the Sith Lord’s hand suddenly opened and the whole arm moved in the same way as before, only in reverse; thus giving the woman’s torso a sudden stop.
And what would a combo be without a proper finisher; raising his arm further up to lift the Jedi high into the air before swiftly flicking it down as if giving her a Makashi salute without a lightsaber in order to slam her form into the ground.
She felt herself being grasped, and in that moment she closed her eyes.
The force was a powerful tool, whether used in offense of defense. Certain techniques required patients, certain others required a build up of power, and even others just carried a massive discharge of strength that left the user tired after use. Aela's greatest strength, and most formidable power required only that she remained stationary, something that was oddly simple when one was being grasped firmly with the force.
As chains of the force wrapped around her and immobilized her, lifting her into the air and suspending her, Aela concentrated. A shimmering bubble appeared around her. She felt herself jerk and lash back, but the force flowing through her and the crystal within her lightsaber kept her focused, the bubble shifting only slightly before she was suddenly thrown against the ground. The bubble impacted first, hitting the ground and cracking slightly at its point of impact. Aela shuttered, but suddenly lashed out.
The force burst from her, the chains around her breaking and the bubble around her shattering into a thousand pieces before drifting into nothingness.
Before the Sith Lord could do anything else Aela lashed out, her hand reaching with the force to hopefully incapacitate the Sith Lord.
Unceremoniously the Sith walked from his confrontation. The duel took longer than he had anticipated, but in the end he had won. Now, his blood rage satisfied, he looked over the combatants. The Jedi were loosing, one could even say they have already lost. Experience always beat youth, and the Sith's manipulation of the Force allowed them to have both. Now calm and collected himself, he let his mind wander, feeling the battle, searching for a Sith that might need help.
And what he felt was an unconscious ally, hidden away. Walking around the battlefield filled with so many currently occupied was easy for him, and with his signature shrunk to an atomic level none would be able to sense him. Without hesitation he would walk right towards where the female lay, and a wave of his hand would send the box hiding her violently to the side. It would crash loudly, but he didn't seem to mind it. Too many were too busy for him to care.
With not so gentle hands he would lift the girl up in his arms, and walk away from the fight at hand. He had won his duel, and now he had an ally that needed medical attention. Sith weren't completely heartless after all, and Melori did teach him Teras Kasi.
Objective: B (Begin anew) Location: Section 1 Allies: [member="Darth Atrophia"] Enemies: [member="Darth Atrophia"] Gear: Lightsaber, shoto Theme: I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
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‘I walked across an empty land I knew the pathway like the back of my hand I felt the earth beneath my feet Sat by the river and it made me complete Oh simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting tired and I need someone to rely on
And if you have a minute why don't we go Talk about it somewhere only we know? This could be the end of everything, So why don't we go Somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know?
Oh simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need someone to rely on So tell me when you're gonna let me in I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.’
In a world of colour, Corvus lived life in monochrome. Life was black and white. Only recently had she added shades of grey - and precious few hues had been allowed in.
The Sith Lord offered glorious technicolour and Corvus craved her eyes being quite literally opened to new horizons. The Jedi had paid no attention to helping her. Her friends were well meaning but allowed her to continue to be the cold-fish — to make allowances for her. If they had her best interests at heart it was immaterial — she was still the same Corvus that arrived at Ossus all those years ago.
Her elder sister had tried — goodness knows she’d tried — to help her but Corvus’ progress was slow and Taeli had other priorities, and rightly so. And it wasn’t as if Corvus hadn’t discussed her inability to accept or use emotions with others — but all to no avail.
"You are not a tool, Jedi, you are a living, breathing, person.”
She wanted to argue — nobody made Corvus be the person she was, she knew that. She blamed nobody for her coldness. But when the subject of emotions came to a head, she always had the same challenge. How do you allow love in your life when you don’t love yourself? Corvus blamed herself for her parent’s and sibling’s deaths. Melori blamed her too and Corvus also knew deep down that her younger sister was a Sith now because of her. It was an anchor of guilt she suppressed along with the other emotions.
"Years of suppressed feelings, missed moments, lost opportunities, because nobody taught you the most powerful, most important, lesson of all."
This woman knew Corvus so perfectly. Unlike her friends who made excuses for her, this woman knew what Corvus needed to do — and the Jedi desperately wished she’d share that knowledge with her.
"Do not deny yourself what you wish, what you feel, open yourself and let the tumultuous chaos out, breathe in the order that the force instills, and allow me to help you."
She allowed the Sith to touch her tenderly - like her mother used to. She longed for someone to care for her again —she’d been self-sufficient since the age of four and missed those times, those memories came flooding back now — but still in black and white, with no emotions present.
‘When you see me, do you see an amalgam of hatred, of destruction, or do you see a duality of nature, a woman capable of both great good and great evil?’
Corvus was a Jedi. She wasn’t Corvus at all. She often talked of a duality of woman and Jedi — and she remembered that time on Prakith. All that time ago she’d thought she’d started that process but here she was just as before — the butterfly never emerged as promised. Was it blind luck the same woman was here now? Corvus shook her head subconsciously and a tear leaked from her eye.
"Open up to me, Corvus, and I will help you see again.”
And Corvus lowered her ‘durasteel’ mental wall. It had been in place for over two decades and she only lowered it when in the middle of the wilderness — like the desert her home was built in. For even animals have emotions and if she opened up in the wrong place she would be overwhelmed.
But here…today…with her…she didn’t care. The wall came down and her brain was temporarily shut-down with the cacophony of emotions. This was a battle-field after all. Her natural Empathy sucked the emotions in like a dry sponge. And like a dehydrated creature of base needs, she drank deep from the well of people’s thoughts.
And of course the two most powerful. Perhaps opposite sides of the same coin, or maybe just a continuum. Love and Hate.
Corvus looked the Sith in the eyes, her vision blurry from all the tears that were now flowing. “So many emotions. I need somewhere to begin. Please help me...”
Again, the Knight observed as another artillery barrage was fired off. Now was the exchange of missiles and shells, as Republic and One Sith dropped their payloads on each other. No mercy was granted Ord Mirit. The planet fell victim to war and expansionism. It would likely become just another crater in the galaxy, a monument to the hatred the two factions seemed to have for each other. Their war had been eternal, and Pyrrhus did not see it ending anytime soon. Ideas could not be crushed, not completely. Yet their advocates could be brought to their knees. This, not their complete destruction was the goal. To have the enemy in sight, in chains, all hope having abandoned their souls - that was victory to him.
Just as last time, the artillery strike was shortly followed by a retaliation strike from the enemy. Like last time, eight missiles made their way for his location. He simply nodded to the officer. He knew the drill by now, the will of the Knight was clear. Like last time, the arsenal of quad-laser cannons and concussion missiles fired off. One of the Requiem's had been damaged beyond repair, at least for this battle. It had lost its concussion missiles in the previous strike. However, the fresh artillery commander that he was, the fact that the AT-AW had concussion missiles had been forgotten in the heat of battle. This time, however, they too aided in the defence. The repeating blaster cannons fired as well. Yet his defence was not perfect, and once more a missile shot through.
The damaged Requiem was an unlucky one, for it was hit again. Or, it was not so much unlucky, as it was the Republic identifying it as a damaged unit, and focusing fire on it. They were rewarded with a crippling hit. The Requiem lost all mobility, sinking down into its new, now permanent position. If they needed to move out of their location, that Requiem would not be going with them. He hoped [member=Anja Aj'Rou] and the Primeval would not send him bills to pay for repairs.
The order was given for reload, and reload they did. It would however appear that they had some new company, moving in on his location. Dropships. There were three in total, but it would appear that they were each headed for their own locations, leaving him with one to deal with. His weapon systems were still being prepared since fending off the artillery strike made on his position. However, the dropship moved in for one round, intending to soften him up for before the main attack. The shields of the AT-AW sparked up as if on cue, soaking up some damage. Other vehicles received some damage to their hulls, but it was minor. They were still left operational. The ship was using some sort of wide-ranged jamming, intended to blur out the vehicles' targeting systems. It appeared to be affecting their own ship too, as its aim was somewhat lacking. His own technicians were immediately ordered to work on a way to counter their jamming attempts, in an attempt to burn through.
The next round, however, was the one truly intended to cause damage. Darth Pyrrhus would respond accordingly. Again a wave of quad-laser cannons, concussion missiles and repeating blaster cannons was unleashed upon the lone dropship. All fire was focused on taking it out, as well as whatever it intended to drop on them. If it got hit, the hope was that it prematurely detonated, taking out its carrier in the process. Their sensors were being tampered with. This might make things more difficult, but the fact that the dropship was well within plain sight was hard to ignore. The concussion missiles were targeting the forward position of the contrails. They might miss more than usual, but surely, some would connect? The advanced concussion missiles had a homing ability as well.
As usual, the battle was hot and alive, and Pyrrhus would not pause to assess damage. It was due time he let loose another volley of proton cannons, seismic charges, and those concussive missiles that had not already been fired against the dropship. This time, the target was G-13. More specifically, two AT-FATs and a their accompanying stormtroopers. The AT-AW fired its proton cannon, as did the Requiems. The Akure artillery tanks, that had kept its concussion missiles in reserve, now fired away at G-13 as well.
Summary
> AT-AW shooting with 1 repeating blaster cannon, 1 heavy quad laser cannon, 1 advanced concussion missile at [member=Jupiter]'s LLS-4 Devastator-class Assault Gunship > 2x GBW-10 'Requiem' Mobile Gun fired 4 homing advanced concussion missiles at [member=Jupiter]'s Devastator-class Gunship > AT-AW fires 1 proton cannon at [member=Alva Calvarona]'s AT-FAT at G13 > 3x 'Requiem' Mobile Gun fired 6 heavy proton cannons at [member=Alva Calvarona]'s AT-FATs at G13 > 2x Akura-class Artillery fired 16 advanced concussive missiles at [member=Alva Calvarona]'s AT-FATs at G13 > 2x Akura-class Parabolic Artillery fired 16 seismic charges at [member=Alva Calvarona], G13
