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Objective: B Location: Chilling in the Depo Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Veles"] Enemies: Republic! Gear:Sith Assassin Armor, Lightsaber, DL-44 Blaster, Sith Hidden Blade
Someone needed to tell these Republic they could only invade on a Tuesday, and they couldn't invade while he was there. Jardo had been stationed to the Ord Mirit Oil Depo you see, for reasons beyond him. He was a Sith, he was meant to be fighting stuff not sitting here watching some really boring Holodrama.
So, in one way the invasion was a good thing, it had given him something to do. Something better than watching Darth Venefica placing random bones in her hair. Thus, when he heard that the republic had landed he actually smiled. Grabbing his armor he dressed quickly, ready for a fight. He dressed, ready for war.
He stood in the doorway, lightsaber at his belt, leg bent and leaning back when he heard Venefica order the troops to defend the depo and Kill Them All. Kill them all, that was something Jardo could do. He shook his head, kicking off the wall and uncrossing his arms slowly. He looked as the Sith Lady for a few moments, nodding.
"Where do you want me, my lady?" Jardo asked slowly, a little bow on the end. That's something he'd learned to do, always bow. Most Sith were fine if you didn't, but you'd always meet that one who'd fry you for not bowing. Better to be safe than sorry, better to be safe than dead. Actually a lot of things were better than death, and Jardo spent a few moments thinking about this while waiting for an answer.
It had been awhile since she had last tasted the bite of combat. Did that worry her? Was she concerned that things would turn out like the fight on Telti? No, not really. This was Svarin Wolfbane. Former apprentice of Domino, former Black Suns captain, former slave. In her life she had faced a lot of things. And yeah, she got beat down a lot of times. One more time really couldn't hurt. Maybe this time would be worse or maybe she'd add another tally mark to the 'win' list. If she failed she'd just work hard until she was strong enough to succeed. Giving up wasn't an option for her. Not when she was a Jedi in the middle of a war. As much as she'd love to relax, this was her duty.
Jedi weren't supposed to be warriors. At most they were to be guardians who only drew their blade when necessary. During times of great conflict though... many answered the call of battle. They rode out to defend their people, to try and rid the galaxy of darkness. Rarely could they claim to succeed in that task. Where there is light, there are shadows, twinges of darkness, voids that cannot be reached. Try as the Jedi might the most they could ever do is restore some sort of balance. When the went to war they were attempting such, even if they often lost themselves amongst the chaos. So many would become what they feared or what they fought. 'Twas a fact of life.
Those who lived by the sword died by the sword. Unless the Republic managed a swift, quick win against all of the Sith, the Jedi would be fighting for years to come. Decades would pass before the next shallow era of peace. Svarin was destined to fight until the last bit of breath left her lungs. It was a harsh truth she accepted without any hesitation. Some must die in order for others to live. If that meant she ended up in an early grave... so be it. Her kin would be able to move on just fine. Just as she had to die, they had to keep going, lest they lose everything to the fire.
As the shuttle neared their destination the Echani quietly vowed that if she were to die that day... she would die as herself.
Location: Noble-class Star Defender Agincourt Objective: Arrive in System Allies: [member="Seraphina Shel’tah[/FONT][FONT='times new roman']"], [member="[/FONT][FONT='times new roman']Taeli Raaf"], [member="[/FONT]Tålamod Shapochka"], [member="[/FONT][FONT='times new roman']Lugus Porkins[/FONT][FONT='times new roman']"], [member="[/FONT][FONT='times new roman']Ryan Korr[/FONT][FONT='times new roman']"], [member="[/FONT][FONT='times new roman']Torin Varik[/FONT][FONT='times new roman']"] Enemies: [member="[/FONT][FONT='times new roman']Irys Arist’lar[/FONT][FONT='times new roman']"], OS
“This is…an odd ship.”
Admiral Quee turned his eyes from the bridge viewport and its flowing lines of hyperspace travel to eye his new aide-de-camp carefully. His old aide, Lieutenant Lod, was much more of an introspective person, and not terribly talkative. Perhaps because he had had Lod for so long, or perhaps because of the stress of the mission, Gir felt that his new aide-de-camp, Lieutenant Doar, was beginning to grate on his nerves. It’s tempting to say something…and I could get away with it too between the situation and my rank…but still…he is a person. I shouldn’t feel so angry towards him. Gir loosened his lips and slowly shook his head.
“It’s not the Obi-Wan,” agreed the blonde man, “but with the Obi-Wan still at Onderon, everyone should think that we’re still there too. By drawing bits and pieces of dispersed forces from everywhere, they might not see this attack coming. Still, the Agincourt is a fine vessel. It’s too bad the type of vessel she is originally based on was found to have such a significant security flaw.”
“Yes sir.”
The admiral glanced at his wrist chrono, but Doar was already talking before he could fully read it.
“Thirty seconds sir.”
“I should get back to my station,” said Gir, striding over to his command chair.
He settled in it, and rubbed his shoulders against the unfamiliar seat. Still somewhat distracted by the sensation, the man absently mindedly began to type in various commands out of habit, pulling up detailed reports of the Republic forces committed to the battle.
The murmurs of the bridge crew began to crescendo louder into what almost sounded like the Onderon stock exchange to the man. He glanced upward to see the pin pricks of distant starlight filtering through the viewport. We’ve reverted then…Gir’s typing speed increased, and for a brief second, a series of software windows seemed to incessantly jump up on his console’s display. Gir watched as the two talons of the Republic fleet arrived in system.
The Agincourt entered the system flanked on its port side by the Utopia-class Corvette Harrier, while the Metellos-class carrier frigate Dasher carrying [member="Ryan Korr"]’s starfighters took the Agincourt’s right side. Far further to the left of this formation, but still in visual sight of optical sensors, the Centurion-class Battlecruiser entered the field accompanied by the Redoubtable-class Assault Cruiser Exeter, the Halberdier-class IPV Watchdog, and the Utopia-class Corvette Osprey. But the largest ship in the Republic battlegroup, a Champion-class Star Destroyer, remained a short jump away. Doar looked over his shoulder to view the display of the ship’s locations.
“Do you feel wise about keeping Captain Shapochka’s ship back?”
“We don’t know the nature of their forces, or their positions,” answered the blonde man, “that’s why her ship is where it’s at.”
“Her ship, as far away as it is, is running at a course perpendicular to intersect both of our talons though,” observed the younger officer, “that’s intentional, isn’t it? If need be, she can jump in to reinforce whichever group needs reinforcement, right?”
“Maybe,” said the admiral, “we will have to see how the battle unfolds.”
He typed in more commands, bringing up the statuses of the ships as they prepared for battle. The massive javelin cannons of the Agincourt began to charge up to fire. He could almost feel their magnetic coils reverberate through the hull plating, but he quickly chalked that up to an overactive imagination. Gir cleared his throat.
“Sensors, what do they have waiting for us?”
(Note: Individual capital ship commanders will detail their own ship’s names and starfighter layouts in their posts. Likewise, starfighter pilots will be announcing specific information such as squadron name, warhead loadout, etc in their own posts).
Summary of Actions
-Ships of Group 1 arrive in system as per map below
-Group 2 awaits in reserve, ready to micro-jump into the battle
-Weapons are powered, shields up, fighters readied to launch, the usual pre-battle action routines
...a Mandalorian Cruiser had shot out of hyperspace above Ord Mirit ejectinga single Drop Ship from its ordnance shortly after it had come into real space. The Cruiser would disembark shortly thereafter leaving little trace it had even been near the planet at all. Amongst all the Republic Ships disembarking from hyperspace such a ship would have been easy to miss. The Drop Pod might have even been mistaken for something launched from a Republic vessel as it rocketed towards the surface of the planet while Republic forces prepared to engage the One Sith in what was sure to be another deadly conflict....
...on board the Drop Pod Andras Garon, the Dark Horse, prepared for battle. Adorned in his modified Neo Crusader Armor the Mandalorian prepared an assortment of weapons which included a traditional Beskad sheathed across his back and a Fett Kel Trenchknife that he'd sheathed in his boot. Of course that was not all, he came prepared for the worst that the One Sith could throw at him which is why he was outfitted with a full array of battle gear. E-17 -Gladiator- Assault Rifle. AT-1 Wrist Slugthrower affixed over his left arm. Grenades, can't forget those. A few tools of the trade to name the assortment that Andras had brought iwth him. It was a trip to the surface of Ord Mirit which meant he had the time preform a final maintenance check on his weaponry ensuring it wouldn't malfunction in combat...
...the Drop Ship pierced the atmosphere of Ord Mirit wreathing it in fire, making it look like a miniature comet. It's destination was the Fuel Depot on the surface of the planet. A strategic objective that would assist the Republic in taking the world. Heavily defended according to the information that Andras had received. Laying his head back into the seat he was strapped into Andras closed his eyes beneath the cover of his helm, his interface activating automatically, then he breathed as he mused quietly...now all he had to do was wait for impact which would indicate he'd landed....
...thruster activated slowing the descent of the Drop Pod. It was almost time...
Nerius had been to battle a few times now, and yet, this would be his first war. How many times he had dreamt to take his skills to the real front, to show he could be of aid to the One Sith. Now it would come to fruition..
Standing firm, with eyes on the skies, he thought of the fierce events that would come. The Force, though he knew little of its practices, seemingly whispered to him to be careful. It did not explain further, simply that there was danger on the rise.
Twisting his neck at an odd angle, the sounds of his midnight black armor clanking together in doing so, as he looked to his men all gathered nearby. Thirty men dressed in camouflage armor that made it hard to be seen, even at such close distance, all wielding E-17D like himself. Another thirty were all massive, disfigured, and hideous...in an amazingly beautiful fashion. The Yuuzhon Vong, all clad in their plasma resistant Vonduun Crab armor, stood a hulking reminder of the sheer beauty to behold in the galaxy. Plus dual AT-FAT's.
Why did they follow Nerius? Because he showed no fear, and that pain meant nothing to him. They knew him to be worthy, even though he had done little in the scheme of things.
Casting a look over his shoulder, Nerius looked into the short distance back where he saw Sage Bane and his men. Launching into a run, he raced towards the man. Slowing as he neared, he called, "My men are getting into place, hopefully the Snipers will be of use as I plan."
Then, just as he said such, it could be seen that indeed his men were climbing the rocks to have clear vantage points. Luckily the face of the mountain was not as sheer as some could be, so they easily scaled the distance until they were each blending well with the darkness of the stone.
Objective: B Location: Section 5 ---> Section 8 Allies: OS l Anyone that want's to join me in fighting rude l [member="Darth Veles"] l [member="Jardo Snow"] Enemies: GR Gear:Lightsaber l Bone Armour l Sisterhood Emblem l Amulet of the Five
If the enemy was going to be rudely expelled from Ord Mirit, then standing around in one section of the fuel depot was not going to accomplish anything but wasting time; and missing the chance to eradicate the Republic and their puppets. So with both Darth Veles and Jardo Snow aligning themselves with her; they had formed a solid, deadly trio. Together, they would hunt down the Republic and Jedi, slicing and dicing and manipulating their way to victory.
"Lord Veles, she addressed first. "Your reputation for....discreetness is legendary. Powerful and wise beyond any enemy we face together."
The Acolyte, Jardo Snow, was unknown to her but like all young Sith, he was both ambitious and loyal. He had volunteered his services to fight along the two Sith Lords, a clear sign that he understood the difference between learning behind the walls of a Sith temple and learning first-hand how to become a proper Sith. Mentally, she applaud his decision.
"You will walk between Lord Veles and myself," she answered him, ignoring his bow. She despised such a gesture, even though her position in the hierarchy demanded such respect. "Divide and conquer is our tactics....and we will not fall prey to the enemy's trickery. And most importantly....if they flee....do not give chase. Allow the cowards to run. There are plenty enough bantha to slaughter today."
From previous encounters with both the Jedi and Republic, she had witnessed the enemy to break and run causing their opponent to give chase; only to find themselves trapped in an ambush. The Sith craved war and confrontation, and the Jedi knew that. Only well disciplined Sith knew the importance of keeping their emotions in check. Emotions were the backbone of all powerful Sith, but allow them to dictate your actions and there was one less Sith in the galaxy.
"Come....it is time to hunt," she announced leaving section five (5) behind and moving into the next section, eight (8).
Objective: B Location: Unremarkable shuttle - enroute to planet Allies: [member=Sena Lassiter] Enemies: This could be you! (PM us)
Ameli tried to seize her laughing, but she was caught in one of those fits that only got worse as you made an effort to stop. She managed, eventually. She had to, if not she wouldn't be able to listen to Sena's stories. Ameli loved Sena's stories, especially now, as she could relate more and more to their themes. Now she even starred in some of them. Sena was an excellent storyweaver, and she was showing Ameli exactly how to make her own.
The two girls had a lot of fun together. When Ameli had arrived to Coruscant, any free time she got her hands on had been spent partying and having fun. The Sith Academy became mostly a chore she sought to escape from. She didn't fit in. However, Sena had showed her that being Sith could be fun too. She wasn't like the rest. As if some hidden button had been pressed, Ameli had a new incentive to learn, as she could clearly see what she could use those abilities for. Her progress had flourished.
Ameli shot a scowling look in the direction of the comm terminal. It had cut off storytime. The blonde acolyte was not amused. She had wanted to call out to Sena, asking her to ignore the call, but she had already accepted it. The message aspired to be a change of plans. Ameli liked the plan as it was.
"Why?" was Ameli's quick reply to Sena, as she asked if she wanted to join the warzone. Sena knew Ameli well enough to not wait for an answer; she probably knew what it would be anyway. It appeared they were going. "Jedi, Sith, what does it maaatteeeeeer. Ord Mirit is boooring." Ameli had looked forward to Nar Shaddaa. She doubted Ord Mirit could top Nar Shaddaa.
"Fine" she said, rolling her eyes. They were going anyway. Why argue? Ameli had never been in a conflict such as this before. Or, she had, though she had for the most part been shielded from the action.
When Sena said it'd be a walk in the park, Ameli actually smiled, her eyes seeming to light up. "Like that tourist couple that had gone off at the wrong stop?" They really should've picked a different park. They were so obnoxiously in love, so obnoxiously rich. Well, they had been. "Okay... Maybe this will be fun" she said with a smirk now, though still looking towards Sena for confirmation. Would this be fun? One particularly fashionable duo set off towards Ord Mirit to find out.
Shake. Rattle. No roll. There wasn't time, or space for rolling. The dropship descended through the atmosphere, bearing troops down towards the ground where the battle with the Sith and their hordes of reprobate scum was waiting for them. More than a few of the troops on the ship were shaking and uttering prayers to whatever god it was that they chose to worship. Weakness. They shouldn't be praying they should be focused, calm, relaxed. Death will come someday, and when you sign up to be a soldier, you're practically inviting it. He shook his head and focused back on the wall opposite from him. Unlike the common grunts he was surrounded by, as he was their commanding officer, he was positive that his outcome would be sufficient.
"Twenty seconds!" the pilot called back to them.
Norrin checked his weapons. The blaster and the hold-out were firmly strapped in place. The blade that he'd picked up was strapped to his back, ready to be drawn at a moments notice. In his hands he held a MkI Bolter. The gun would wreck force users and enemy troops alike. Ever since he'd gotten his hands on one he'd been in love with it. Of course it wasn't very helpful in apprehending subjects when he was doing his Warden duties, but it was useful in major combat situations like this one. He didn't particularly care so much about the government of the Republic, but he did find that it was, in general, seeking to make the galaxy a better place, so it was an acceptable application of his abilities to serve it.
Once the ship touched down, he smacked the door release.
"Alright, maggots!" he said, getting their attention. "Move! We take this depot and we kill anything that gets in the way! Move move move!"
It was enough to get them barreling out to join the fray, and he took a deep breath before he followed after them. He would stand out among the rest of the forces, with the sort of over-armor that he wore atop his armor standing out from the natural. It was designed, he was told, to withstand a lightsaber blade except in penetrating strikes. When facing off against Sith, one should be prepared. As soon as he'd been alerted to this coming invasion he'd taken to studying what he could on combating them, specifically focusing on data from previous battles. A lot to wade through, but worth it nonetheless.
He started towards the front lines, intent on heading directly for the enemy. He'd find a way past their defenses, and then he'd teach them a thing or two about combat.
Objective: B
Location: Section 6
Allies: Um?
Enemies: Probably close to everyone.
Gear: Standard Force user combat armor (robes, light body armor on the chest, no helmet as he's not wearing his typical garb), lightsaber, datapad
It was a good day to get some things done. In this particular instance, Elian just happened to be on Ord Mirit, seeing to a few technicalities, when the Republic decided to show up with an invitation to combat. It was, without a doubt, the most excellent sort of situation that he could hope for. In some respects he wished he was stronger at that point in time, because then he would certainly be more effective.
But you can't always get what you want.
The other issue was that he wasn't wearing his combat helmet and gear, but his mundane everyday robes and chestplate, which meant that his face was exposed, but that was life. The other armor set was better saved for when he wanted to actually hide within the Sith Ranks anyway. This way, if I get caught, they'll be looking for the Chiss in the black robes, not the man in the tusked mask. Thinly veiled hiding, perhaps, but it's the best I can do in a pinch. Which was what this was, a pinch. He hadn't been ready to make any moves, but he was going to take advantage of the situation that surrounded him.
He strolled the halls, not making a real name for himself at the moment. Just another Sith out and about. A Sith with no Master, at the moment, but that was of his own doing as he was still searching for the right person to train him, and that person hadn't shown themselves yet. He was slowly making his way towards a communications room, but going out of his way to not be obvious about it. At least he didn't look out of place!
PC Template Objective: B Location: "Kennel" Allies: The One Sith Enemies: Eventually @Aela Talith Gear: Sith Sword; Standard
Gnashing teeth. Bloodshot eyes. Straining muscle. The Hounds of Vahl struggled against their chains, ready to be released upon the Republic. Ready to kill in the name of their Master. The kennel was a dark room filled with the sound of clanking chains and lustful groans and moans. At the very end of this kennel [member="Darth Isolda"]'s Hound, Alpha over the masses stood in wait. His great chest rose and fell with a steady pace. The Dark Side flowed through this once human creature of Vahl. It beckoned him to slaughter, he jerked against his own chains once or twice as the "kennel" landed.
"You think any of 'em will come back this time?"
"My money's on the big creepy one."
Chatter from the cockpit came over the intercoms as the "kennel" came to a full stop. It was true. Many Hounds did not come back from large scale battles like this. They lived on two instincts, serve and kill. They held little to no observed self-preserving tendancies and fought until their hearts stopped or until they were run through by the enemy. Was it sad? A travesty? Maybe, but it was the reality of the serving the Ember of Vahl.
The "kennel doors opened, shining light on the dark cargo bay. Red glowrods activated in the sealing and as the door fully opened shifted green. A loud beep echoed in the "kennel". Locks disengaged and dozens of tightly packed Hounds flooded the battlefield, some tripping over each other and being trampled by the stampede of starving Hounds. His locks disengaged and in the dim green light his large black eyes looked down at his released wrist, tufts of red fur of some sort billowed along with his rags and similarly colored mane as the wind cycled through the open bay door. He stepped out onto the battle field, explosions and blaster bolts whizzing past his great horns.
He lout a single roar, long roar and let the Dark Side flow from him in waves.
Objective B:
Location: Enroute to the Depot.
Allies: Republic
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Vengeance"] if he still wants it.
The day had come for another battle. This time the Galactic Republic was on the attack. A change of pace was needed most certainly. He wondered if he was going to encounter a certain Darth Raven again, but he doubted it. The sheer amount of soldiers on both sides would most certainly prevent their interaction again. But who knows? Maybe they were both going to be on the same battlefield without each other knowing it.
His transport ship headed directly for the supply depot. He knew the battle was going to be intense, but he wondered as to whether he was going to survive on the battlefield or not. To whether or not the Republic would finally have a victory in this long and bloody war.
[SIZE=11pt]The Sith War Machine never rested, and now their mettle would be tested once more. Not on their offence, but on defence. The Republic was coming for Ord Mirit, no doubt to sever the thin neck that connected the expanding clouds of Sith influence. However, one does not take from Sith and expect to still have hands.
While others were coming from Section 5, Saiah had spent her time preparing in Section 8. She was meditating, gathering and mustering her power to unleash upon the Jedi. She sat on her knees, hands resting on her lap. As the trio of Sith entered, she opened her pale grey eyes and paid close attention. Due to her surroundings, she did not catch the brunt of the plan, only the last bits. However, she could sense a plan to push out the Jedi when she saw the three step through to Section 8. Saiah stood in a single fluent motion and walked towards the forming party with all the fleet and silent footwork of an Assassin.
“Lord Veles, Darth Venefica, Acolyte Snow.”
Her speaking their names was a way of greeting, accompanied by a lowering of her hooded head. This was a war zone, not an audience. She would not waste their time with unnecessary shows of rank and respect, but a certain greeting was to be expected. Had she not known that Darth Veles would be present, then she would hardly have noticed him at all. Such was his sheer skill in the art of stealth. The armour donned by The Goddess of Madness was rather impressive. Ornate, but not excessive, very likely to induce nightmares in survivors, most likely more sturdy than the raw materials indicated. Then there was Jardo Snow. Saiah had to commend his choice in gear as hers was much the same, except for a few personal touches and details.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"I hope you have no objections about me joining your hunt."[/SIZE]
Location: Centurion-class Battlecruiser Scipio Objective: Arrive in System Allies: [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"], [member="Gir Quee"], [member="[/FONT]Tålamod Shapochka"], [member="Lugus Porkins"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Torin Varik"] Enemies: [member="Irys Arist'lar"], OS
Meditating as the Centurion Battlecruiser traveled through hyperspace, Taeli reflected upon what was to come. It felt strange to think this was going to be the first fleet action she fought in that was against her former colleagues, not with them. She ultimately wasn't sure what to think about it, but she did know one thing. They would need to be stopped, and the Republic needed this victory to boost morale amongst the armed forces the public. The constant defeats were starting to wear upon people, well Taeli was ready to help the cause more.
"Master Raaf, we're coming out of hyperspace," the ship's captain, a Commenor man named Stirin said as she opened her eyes to the walls of hyperpsace receding. "Admiral Quee's forces are forming up on our right, exactly in the position we need for the strategy."
"Is the Exeter in position?" she asked, standing up as the tactical display came online and the crew bustled about to battle stations.
"Yes, Master Raaf, it's along our starboard side," Captain Stirin replied. "Everything is coming online now, we will be in full battle readiness in just a moment."
"Excellent, launch half of our fighter compliment to form a fighter defense screen," she ordered as she moved to stand at the display. "Have the Exeter do the same, and then tell the other half of our pilots to be on standby. We launch the rest when we have a clearer picture of what we're up against. Have all weapons primed and shields up to full."
x2 Semi-Permanent Magnetized Waterproof Blue Lightsabers - Secondary
The shuttle jerked and shook as it entered the atmosphere and anti-air shells and bolts exploded around them. He pinched his eyes closed with his right hand as he held on to the handle above his head. He hadn't faced the Sith since that fateful day. The day he was transported here...It seemed no matter where he went no one seemed to believe him or his 'tales'. Regardless, he couldn't call himself a True Jedi of the Order and not answer the call to War against those that would follow the path of Darkness. As was his duty, bestowed upon him by the Force, he would cleanse the Darkness from this Galaxy as well as his own...As soon as he found a way back. These soldiers seemed well off, though he was surprised at the lack of Jedi, though the idea that a Jedi could not hold Military Rank was...madness in his mind. For it was only the Jedi that could stand up to the true horrors of the Sith. The council from his timeline saw this, and he feared that with the soft, cushy lives the men and women of this Galaxy led to a softness in the Jedi that would be their downfall if their Council did not see this error.
He let out a heavy sigh as the dropship began to slow. Looking down at the helmet between his feet he picked it up and slipped it over his head, letting his ponytail escape the warm confines of the helmet. Philosophy had its place and time. Now was not that time.
Calmant-Class Missi[background=#000000]le (packed with aerosolized Sparkbee Ho[/background]ney)
Strength: 300
Objective: Secure East Bank Canyon Entrances
Ali adjusted the helmet on her head and waited for the HUD to flash on. The interior of the MAT-TE lit up in her screen, and she caught sight of her gunner beside her. ::We ready to go?:: She asked, her voice sounding tinny as it was emitted through the vocoder in her helmet. Sergeant Gill Hallows nodded, his eyes plastered to the display before him. ::Yeah, Captain. We're ready.:: Ali thanked him and turned to her own commander's display, taking a peek at the terrain below. The underbelly holocams showed a desolate, rugged terrain below, with ravines and canyons lacing the planet's surface like so many wrinkles on a wizened old woman's face. The view shook as the dropship hit turbulence on its way down; the planet's surface was coming up swiftly.
::Listen up folks, it's Captain Ali Hadrix, Galactic Republic Intelligence. You've got your assignments, you know your forces. Keep your heads cool, stick to the plan, and pay the kriff attention when I'm talking to you. We'll be just fine. After we establish our primary positions, we'll head for the valley to the East of the El-Zed and attempt to claim the two passages there.::
The vehicle shook again in its magnaclamped mounts. Ali looked around instinctively, then keyed her console and brought up the dropship's Communication's freq. ::GRN Hummungus, this is Captain Hadrix, what's going on out there?:: The reply was swift and nervous. ::Some stormy weather hit, that's all Captain. It should be clear skies down below for the next few hours.:: The news made Ali nervous. ::And what about after?:: She asked. The person on the other end of the commlink paused. ::Ahhh...keep out of the river valley, that's all I can say. It's a real flashflood zone, Captain.:: Ali groaned. ::Thank you Hummungus, Hadrix out.::
Ali shut off the commlink, growing increasingly frustrated. She'd taken command of the assignment after the previously chosen Major was diagnosed with some sort of cancer, and was spending all his time on Onderon, bouncing from one medical facility to the next. This invasion against Ord Mirit wasn't as foolish as Ali wanted to think, and the Imperial Remnant forces they had augmenting their own were a boon, to be sure.
For the moment, she waited as the dropship neared the floor of the canyon and dislodged her vehicles. The MAT-TE dropped suddenly and slammed onto the ground, the liquid hydraulics in its legs absorbing the weight. ::Alright, we're down, Hummungus away.:: ::Thank you kindly, Hummungus.:: Ali muttered as she took control of the gunner's hand station and swiveled the turret left and right, taking in the view before her.
A large monolith blocked her view of the valley, and the rugged, rust-colored walls rose on either side. A pathway cut South around the bend in the canyon, where more of Ali's forces were touching down before their dropships likewise took off for space once more. Beyond the monolith, Ali knew the valley lay, her map told her as much, though it would be truly complete until they got some close eyes on the East side.
::Sanya, get your artillery set up on the cliff's, along with any support forces you may need.Calvarona, I need your AT-FAT's in the middle of the formation ahead of the Mythosaurs, and get that scout speeder heading East, I want to know what's there.Solan, split your Devastators and Mythosaurs between the two locations we spoke about earlier.Taneas, I need your Arachnids up front, they're crossing the valley first, but keep your repair droids at the rear of the formation withSC-4486's AT-ST's; you two will be running repair operations during the battle and I need them protected. Everyone else, stick together, you know where you should be. Keep in mind overlapping fields of fire; you should never be tackling an enemy on your own. If you need help, ask for it, if you see someone who needs help, help them. We can make it together, but we can only make it together, got it? Good, now mount up and move out.::
Ali cut the channel for the moment and popped the hatch a few feet over her head and stood on the seat below her. The wind cut through the canyon and wound through her hair as she took off her buy'ce and set it down over the hatch handle to her side. Her chocolate brown locks were bound in a thick braid that curled over the shoulder plate of her armor and rested on her chest. She'd considered cutting it for the battle, hair could be such a pain in a fight, but Ali didn't plan on getting close enough to the enemy for it to be a problem. Holding her wristcomp up to her mouth, Ali spoke briefly with Sergeant Hollow. "How's the gun?" She asked. "She's sittin' pretty, rounds all ready to go." Hollow replied. "Good. You know we're part of the sacrificial force, right?" Ali asked. "If that's a Jedi thing..." "It's not a Jetii thing," Ali grumbled. "Oh, well then, yeah. Bunch o' kriffing Vongspawn and their Sithspit overlords? Yeah, it'll be ugly." Hollow replied. "No," Ali promised, smiling to herself. "It'll be quick."
*The Joint Galactic Republic and Imperial Remnant force in this post is heading for the canyon river valley via the two passages to the North- and South-East.
**All positions identified in this post are initial landing positions. Writers will command their forces' own movements from here onward.
***This post is for reference of original force strength and can be referred to throughout the Invasion.
As Raven continued to await the arrival of the Republic forces something had caught her attention. Her ense with the Force had reached out far in order to know where any and all Jedi were. More enemies to face and cut down if it meant proving the darkside was stronger. But there was something out there, just above the planet itself. She looked up and stared out to the open sky. The troops nearby who saw this looked up as well, confused as they saw nothing. No ships or anything of the sort. Raven could see however. She felt it. She knew what it was that was drawing her attention so grealty. A presnece. A presence she'd not thought to feel in a long time.
"Master?" she asked herself before the confirmation was almost too clear.
The feeling of rage began to build. The thoughts of what had happened the last time they met clouded her thoughts. She was ore than angry. She was breathing hatred. Her breathes became more deep and hated as she eventually let out an echoing scream. This was reienforced by her use of the darkside, turning it into a Force Scream. But it was more than just a shout to vent frustration, or even a battle cry. It was a signal to her and anyone else. If they came to face her then they would face true anger. True venegence. A true Sith.
Finally, the Republic had dared to take the offensive. Finally, they had chosen to stop defending and attack, aiming to tear the One Sith in half. Only this time, Ferus was prepared. No longer was he in the weak body that would fall apart at the slightest overexertion of the Force. He had Venefica to thank for that, and as his permanently golden eyes flicked over his body, it visibly burning with his dark flame.
A black flame now. His assertion into the pureness of the Dark was complete, and his body, power, and soul were one with it. The suffocating presence that was his own would fill the room as he stepped in, his hungry eyes glancing over his fellow Sith. They would most likely separate, but for now, well. Words of encouragement would work. Maybe. Or perhaps he just wished to talk for the sake of talking.
"You've no idea how much this pleases me. It has been far too long since I could fight like I will. Can't you feel it? The air itself hungers for blood. Blood that I shall feed it myself."
It was a ramble more than anything else, but he walked through the crowd towards the horizon, stopping only a few feet. His arms would spread wide as he looked outwards, a sadistic grin plastered across his human face.
"I'm so excited, I may end up tearing apart the first person I see before I can truly enjoy the thrill of battle! Someone, pinch me."
Needless to say, this was a new side of Ferus. A primal, hungry side. And one he had missed most of all. Turning back to the group, golden eyes would turn red as his skin darkened, the visible cue the Sith Lord had begun to channel the Dark through his form. Faster, stronger. Much more resilient. The Hand of the Dark Lord was prepared.
"Death to the Republic." It was the order of attack for the 88th Mechanized Assault Group, comprised of only two hulking AT-AW's. They dominated the thin corridors of rock. It was not long ago that great cruisers had descended through the clouds and began to quickly drop off the Republic forces in great battlegroups.
Since then, Sabik Dhami had been given complete control of the 88th, and he had assembled the AT-AW's. The canyons were crawling with One Sith forces, and he intended to provide the heavy firepower they so desired. Using the walkers, he could harness the power of nature. A few well placed shots at the wall of rocks, and the walls could come crashing down on the enemy.
Then again, the raw firepower of the AT-AW vehicles was sufficient enough that it didn't need a few boulders to do its bidding. A powerful footstep signaled the march forward, and then another. The earth trembled under their might, and Sabik Dhami followed on foot. They were to move slowly and safely, keeping an eye out for any ambushes.
Objective: B Location: Sector 8 Allies: One Sith and Allies Enemies: Republic and Allies | [member="Andras Garon"], soon enough... Gear: 2x Hunting Knives
While the master prepared for the spilling of blood in the seclusion of a closet of this sector, the apprentice sat on her heels in singular silence in an open space, meditating on the thick, raw darkness that now coursed through every fibre of her being; simple tools wrapped in her hands, sat on her lap, that would facilitate the freeing of crimson from its fleshy cages. The thoughts of what were to come made her crave for the power she would feel in the act, power she first recognized after squeezing the life out of another on Alderaan in a fashion not unlike how a child abuses a tube of toothpaste. Alas, no amount of squeezing could have made the girl's head pop off.
Not that she didn't try. She had always given everything one-hundred-and-ten percent, or more, and this day would be no different. Her thoughts did not stray to the as-yet unknown opponent (or opponents) she was to face, for such speculations were a waste until the laying of eyes... no, she prepared herself, mind and body, for the minutes and hours ahead. The Republic, the Jedi, would not succeed here, and their assured destruction would continue - of this she was certain.
Res publica delenda est, indeed. It would be so. It would be broken as the world of her birth once was, its citizens scattered to the solar winds, if not slain, captured, enslaved, or better. [member="Darth Vornskr"] knew a few things about slaves, did he not? So much she had left to learn about and from her master, and she wanted it all. She was hungry.
Having taken a look at Intelligence records since the Empire had been forced to abandon their strongholds on Crina and Valc VII, Alva Calvarona, once of Crina's royal line of descent, could hardly take the One Sith's stroke of fortune in acquiring such a world. A veritable fortress at one point, Ord Mirit had since been delegated to nothing more than a repair and resupply yard since it was the site of battle between the Pius Dea Crusaders and the Jedi fighting alongside the Alsakani Navy. Its importance as a repair depot had been well put to use after that in times such as the Clone Wars and the Galactic Civil War. Now it was the Sith's major staging ground into the Outer Rim, where their forces could regroup and rearm themselves. It was here the Sith had began their expansion east until they stook Crina, on their way to waging war on the Mandalorians and cutting off the Republic from the northern side of the galaxy.
As the Imperial combat barges made their drop, loads of infantry and heavy walkers in their holds, the Imperial Captain made a note to check how the other transports were doing as she opened up the comm channels as well as shifted her gaze over the sensor suite of the vehicle she resided in. The Empire had pushed hard to become part of the task force assigned to assault the planet. It wasn't out of love for the Republic, however, as instead the Imperials were driven by a more powerful calling. Revenge, and the need to show the Galaxy just how damaging it was to cross them, how terrible it was when the Empire Strikes Back against those foolish enough to become their enemy. And after Crina's fall, one could certainly say that the Sith had become their enemy.
The Imperials knew what they would face on the battlefield. It was well known that the One Sith favored the use of Youzhan Vong Soldiers, it was only a question of what kinds they would bring. In fact there were no questions at all though, as the Imperial forces would emerge victorious no matter what. They were far better trained and driven for warfare on a scale like this, the sheer power presented by the AT-FAT walkers was enough to drive that point home. Nevertheless, the Vong were nothing to underestimate, and the Sith Lords likely at the head of those armies were no foreigners to battle either. It would come down to simply who was the better prepared in the end.
Having examined the planet's likely battlegrounds beforehand though, Alva was quite certain the Empire was more prepared than anyone. Their walkers able to move through the terrain, with their elite infantry corp in large enough numbers should the fight break out into open skirmish, digger units to manipulate the battlefield to their advantage for flanking or countering enemy delaying tactics, and the equipment to set up strong positions should the battle draw out, the Imperials were looking to dominate. Of course, a voice coming over the comm frequency had to remind the crinan woman that the Republic Officer had some say in their tactics. It was a Republic operation after all, Alva would grant them that.
Although she rather wished an Imperial warship could have represented them in the engagement in orbit as well."This is Captain Calvarona of the Imperial Military, we will deploy as requested Captain. . . Hadrix. Lieutenant [member="Weiss"] deploy your forces as Captain Hadrix instructs. Get your infantry into our walkers with free space once you're able. [member="SC-4486"] I want you to do the same, but keep your Commando teams ready. We may have great use of them later. If not they will perform their duty to prevent their position from being overrun should we be pushed back." Speaking as the Imperial barges made landfall at their pre-determined destinations, Alva gripped the back of the pilot's chair as the AT-FATs exited the transport.
Her unit containing the infantry compliment of her forces took the head of the formation, another AT-FAT beside hers, another two at another path in the canyon system, with a pair of diggers behind each pair of the imperial walkers. "Keep the diggers well guarded, we'll need them in case the enemy starts becoming bothersome and we need to make new paths. Trooper 5238, you are to deploy ahead. Take some of the mines along with a sniper and the speeder. Keep to protected squad frequencies for now." Returning to the frequency shared with the Republic, the Imperial Captain glanced down as the 74-Z Speeder Bike broke past the heavy walker, speeding down the canyon ahead of their forces to carry out the reconnaissance assignment."I've sent a scout unit ahead, I'm having them only go as far as it takes for them to spy the river running through. They've been well equipped with a long range rifle and some of our explosives. Do you want me to order him to take an advanced position so we can begin artillery operations? Or did we get any solid read on the approximate enemy posts during our descent?"
Summary Of Actions:
Landed on Ord Mirit
Took up positions at F8 and D8 with forces split between
bossed around my fellow imperials to hitch a ride in my walkers if they don't have enough room in their own
sent a scout unit on speeder bike ahead
Requested Information on ability to begin turbolaser artillery fire
