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And Darth Ferus. If there was one Sith she would trust to leave a massacre, then it was the Aspect of War. While training under him, she had seen the man carve a bloody trail through just about anything that was set before him. She offered him a nod like the others, felt no need to speak his name due to their familiarity. He would probably not hear it either under all his bloodlust. Someone, pinch me. Saiah pinched the Sith Lord’s arm, mostly on sheer habit of doing his bidding. She offered him a wry smile, and observed as Ferus channelled the darkness literally to the point of turning a different colour. He was a strange man indeed. “Darth Veles, I’m looking forward to not seeing you on the battlefield.”
Ophidia, the name she had received with her Knighthood. Veles was one of the first to call her by it. She generally did not have time opportunities to speak her name, and so it had hardly become a known one. Then again, her work was in the shadows. Obscurity was her best friend and closest ally.
As Venefica smashed her comlink and gave the order, they knew it was time to face their intruders and push them out. Though apparently mad, Darth Venefica had the spirit for leadership, and the cruelty to make any foe think twice. A proper and cold welcome. Indeed that was what the Republic would get for intruding on Sith lands. Saiah, Ophidia, the Rattataki Knight unclipped her lightsabre from her belt and twirled it between her fingers she joined the group in entering Section 9. The Dark Side rose from her body like a vapour as she readied her mind for battle. She pulled on the front of her Terentatek-lined hood to make sure it fit properly yet allowed good vision.
Red eyes glanced over to Veles for a moment. This fish, where did he know him from? There was a familiarity beyond just passing. Those very same eyes widened with understanding however as the memory came back. The Order of the Phoenix! Of course! Veles was once a member of such an anti Sith group. It did not matter now, with he finally seeing the error of his ways and rejoining the Sith, but it was nice to know he did actually know the fish man.
He would open his mouth to say something, but a sharp pinch on his arm caused him to blink, close his mouth, and look over to Saiah. That's what he gets for being literal. A smirk of his own would be his response to the Pale. She had grown well. But now, of course, was the time for battle. A golden saber would come free from his waist as he moved to step beside Venefica on her march, gazing out.
[member="Norrin Fulk"] [Just as an aside, I can tell you copy/pasted your last heading. Mentions don't work when CnP'd, so I didn't get a notification. Type it out fresh each time to make sure I know you've posted.]
Objective: B
Location: Area 1
Allies: The Force
Enemies: See original mention
Disciple was having a merry time, minding his own business when suddenly his spidey senses began to tingle. Everyone had an ability to know when they were being watched. Not from where, or for how long, simply a sense that they were. But the Force allowed this to go one step further. When the person watching you was about to kill you, you knew. It was a precognitive warning bell in your head.
Right now, it sounded like an old fashioned church bell - even though churches had ceased to exist multiple millenia ago.
So he did the next best thing. He put a shield of the Force up around the circuitry of his head and ate the bolter to the face. Well, back of the head. Whatever. Bullet, explosion, body slumped to the side. But Norrin was in for a surprise. While the head was mostly shattered, the body rose slowly, stilted. Likely in shock. It was a droid, though, and it was moving like a droid that had gotten shot.
Stiff, robotic. Its head twitched, shattered armor melting, pooling and then reshaping around his head until the red lense that had been completely destroyed by the bolter - the red lense that constituted the right eye - was replaced by a blazing blue flame.
"How dare you interrupt my play time." Came a harsh double-voice into the soldier's head. Like the lightning after a peal of thunder, one voice followed swiftly on the back of the first in a sonorous vocal embrace. Rising from where it had been sitting on the floor in the now hardened blood of Sith soldiers, it rotated and swayed until it faced the rough direction of the mans hiding spot.
Bullets had trajectories, after all.
"So, warrior..." the droid said, making a sound akin to empty glass bottles clanking together within the confines of Norrin's mind. "Come out to play."
Objective: A
Location: The Wyyrlok
Allies: [member="Irys Arist'lar"]
Enemies: Republic
Fleet Info:
1xWyyrlok Holding Position – Launching fighters 1019
1xTambor Holding Position – Launching fighters 0518
1xScythe Holding Position – Launching fighters 1419
2xMaladi Holding Position – Launching fighters 0918, 1118
3xSev'rance Holding Position – Launching fighters 0419, 0619, 1518
1xDirk Holding Position – Launching fighters 1418
Fighters:
Droid Fighters: 249
Droid Interceptors: 166
Droid Bombers: 83
One Sith Fighters: 96
One Sith Bombers: 12
One Sith Elite Fighters: 12
Bolo-class Gunships: 18
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lyo7-tun-sY
Walking the Command deck to the front of the view port window of the Wyyrlok stood its appointed commander for this invasion over Ord Mirit. Looking out into space Nulgath placed his hands behind his back and blinked twice as the republic ships began to emerge from hyperspace. Nulgath did not have to say a word for the crew to begin to scan the vessels that were going to assualt the Sith owned world. He trusted that their experiences from past battles would serve well and he trusted his own abilities as well. Turning away from the viewport he nodded to an Officer and said " Activate ship intercom." his sharp voice sounded in a commanding presence.
The Intercoms buzzed lightly and the officer nodded at Nulgath waiting for him to speak his assumed message. " Life is strength... Its simple enough to understand that if you live you affect your world and Universe along with those who live within it. The men and women who approach in Republic vessels are no different from you and me. They only wish to take your strength..your lifes if you will. They will fight hard but in the end when they die and turn into dust they will be forgotten." Nulgaht paused and licked his lips slightly." But I say this... The Republics strength, their lifes are weak and they will not proceed because we have a strength, a life worth living. When we die our names and histories will be recorded and kept for our child and our children's children to read and learn about. Today we show our enemies who is truly immortal!"
As the Epicanthixs words sounded throughout the ship and to the other allied ships the men and women listening began to feel more encouraged and ready for the coming fight. They all were ready to show the Republic that their strength was greater than any other. One would say something like this could happen through the force but this was not true what so ever. Words retained much power for those who used them correctly and Nulgath used words to their fullest.
" Launch the fighters and prepare for battle." Nulgath stared at the officer as he turned off the intercom of the ship.
Excuse me for being forgetful, I haven't done a damn Invasion before.
SC-4486 had his troops move into the walkers, quickly, as the barges landed right next to each other, there were little hatches in the side that let them cross to the AT-FATs effortlessly, Now here's where the fun part comes, the doors of the barges opened and the AT-FATs, in all their mechanical glory walked out of the combat barges, the AT-STs walked out and watched around the skies for the Grutchin that they had heard would be there, There was alot of napalm all over the place, it would take some of the heavy walkers shields, but the most it would do to the armor is leave a big black scorch mark on it, there was also artillery fire from the OS, most of it missed, one hit the shield of an AT-FAT but it shrugged it off, like an artillery round could destroy an AT-FAT.
SC-4486 would have liked to pilot an AT-FAT, but he felt those things were a little unsafe due to how big of a target they were to the Grutchin, so he commanded the battle from the cramped cockpit of an AT-ST, He began by ordering one of the AT-FATs to watch the other side of the river valley, while the other two watched the area for some punk named [member="Nerius"] and were going to blast the living force out of him and his forces as soon as they would see him.
The AT-FATs could've sworn they saw the Nerius guy swimming in the river so they began firing with most of their guns of course, They would do that until their allies would have them move across the river.
The Hand was suddenly hit with a flood of information. Cocking his helmed head, the Sith Lord stopped to interpret the buzzing and jabbering coming through his oggzil biot. Enemy soldiers, vehicles and walkers had been spotted, and now the dance would begin. Positions were soon relayed over oggzil to he and his Vong Warriors. Sage himself was mind-linked to the Supreme Commander on his cognition throne. With Reverance as the sculptor of Sage's amphistaff biot, the Wrath of the Dark Lord maintained a mental hold on his creation's owner. It was easy for the two men to send information back and forth, like two bees sharing the same sticky hive. The Sith forces, as usual, operated much like one giant organism, with every Commander representing a vital organ in its system. With his targets in place, the young illusionist's forces deployed their Rakamats. On orders of the Hand, the six-legged siege beasts were to begin immediately firing on enemy positions (F8 and F7).
As the mottled blue-green lizards began to roar, their Yaret-Kor protruded from their spines with a crackle. Bellowing with rage, the Rakamats launched enormous balls of plasma aimed right at enemy forces. With amazing power and reach, the creature's plasma cannons would fire over and over, lobbing continuous strikes on anything in their path. If the enemy did not scatter or otherwise thwart the attacks, men and machines alike would be burned to bits. Sage hitched a breath in anticipation. He always enjoyed the sensation of hearing a chorus of death knells soaring through his head as lives were carelessly extinguished.
Summary of Actions
Shelling F8 and F7 with continuous plasma canon fire from 2 Rakamats
Strength: 300
Objective: Secure East Bank Canyon Entrances
Personal
Objective: Route Sith Military Forces on Ord Mirit
Location: Ord Mirit [E-11]
Allies: Galactic Republic, Imperial Remnant
Enemies: One Sith, Primeval
Gear: Mottled Rust-colored Beskar'gam, Verpine Assault Carbine, Various grenades (labeled above with infantry gear), beskar push blade, Verpine Shatter Pistol, Jetpack, wrist rocket, tripwire, wristcomp.
Ali felt her body drift back and forth with the lulling movement of the walker around her. Each step forward was another step toward the enemy, a thought that always made her nervous. Nerves were good though, they reminded her to stay sharp and keep herself alive. She glanced down at the battlefield display screen before her, watching the view her gunner had through his optics.
The screen was a field of white with black accents and highlights here and there, marking anything that was warmer than the ground itself. The river was coming into view, and whilst not very deep or wide, it was plain to see. Ali switched her optic over to her Day/Night sight, viewing the area as it was on the normal spectrum.
Blue waters, tipped with white, frothed and rolled South through the river valley. Sparse vegetation dotted the river's bank on both sides, and the ground grew much smoother and easier to travel over. Far to the East, Ali spotted the cliff's facing them, and the two canyon passageways. The Northern passage was to her left, at about 1100, the Southern passage far to her right, toward the 0200. Ali turned her view back toward the left, gazing out at the Northern passage, when something caught her eye on the East bank of the river valley. The ground shook as artillery fire from some distance away crashed against the canyon floor and walls, raining debris down on those vehicles close enough to the cliffs.
"Sergeant Hallows, are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Ali asked, peering at her screen, somewhat confused." "Yeah, actually, I see it too." Hallows replied, the confusion limning his words. Ali narrowed her eyes and flipped her screen back to Thermal, then back to Day/Night. A small pink creature seemed to be leading a charge of enemy Yuuzhan Vong footsoldiers toward the river, with a pair of small, hurky walkers tottering along close behind. The creature suddenly grew slightly taller as it ran toward the water, causing Ali to lean back and rub her eyes. The little beast was now swimming across the river toward them, the Yuuzhan Vong close behind and the walkers testing the waters briefly before jumping in.
"Papa Bear, this is Mama Bear, you read me?" Ali called to the MAT-TE tank positioned on her left flank.
"Mama Bear, this is Papa Bear, what's up?" Leftenant Gurning asked.
"Yeah, do you see the small force swimming across the river toward us?" Ali asked.
"I was actually just about to call you about that." Gurning replied. "What do you want to do?"
"I want to kill it, but I don't have a good shot lined up yet." She muttered, continuing to watch the little creature through her scope. She slapped Sergeant Hollow on the shoulder. "Get a firing solution worked up, use the HE rounds."
"HE ready," Hollows replied as he flipped the ammunition selector on his hand station, then keyed the console as well.
"Yeah, Gurning, get on the horn with the other three tanks and have them get a line on the two walkers. The second they hit the West bank, put a series of HE rounds through each of them. Don't stop till they're not moving anymore." Ali ordered.
"Sure thing Captain," Gurning replied. He relayed the command to the other three MAT-TE's in their little formation, even as Ali ordered the five of them to huddle about in a small half-sphere formation facing out toward the direction the little pink creature and his force were heading from.
A moment later she called up [member=Alva Calvarona]. "Hey, Cal, it's Captain Hadrix here. We've got a small dismounted force fording the river at your....eleven o'clock. Can you get eyes on and draw up a firing solution for the dismounts? Looks to be a round thirty or forty Yuuzhan Vong, and they've got a pair of small walkers with them. I've got my boys on the walkers, but if you could take a moment and pour everything you've got into them, that'd be much appreciated."
As she waited for confirmation, Ali felt the walker shift again beneath her seat as their pilot repositioned the vehicle within the small half-sphere formation. She checked her optics again, switching back to thermal and keeping an eye on the two walkers the little pink creature had crossing the river. "Hollows, you ready?" She asked. "Sure am, Ma'am." He replied. "Don't call me ma'am," she bit back, "Gunner, HE. Walker. Range..." She called. "Range is...One Hundred and Fifty Meters." Hollows called back, his sights landing on the front end of one of the walkers as it approached from the shore. "Fire when ready." Ali ordered. "On the way!" Hollows shouted, pulling the triggers on his handstation.
Energy gathered in the rails of the mass drive cannon, and the MAT-TE shook as the weapon fired. A loud BOOMresounded outside, though the noise was plenty muffled for the vehicle's occupants. The round was loosed from the cannon and launched, the High Explosive shell prepared to detonate once it struck its target.
It was at this moment that the Grutchinya were unleashed from the sky above. One of the scouts on board Ali's Mythosaur dubbed "Big Brother," which were located just behind her, called up and identified the flood of little insectoid beasts. Immediately the Mythosaur began firing on the swarm with its lighter cannons. Ali cursed under her breath as Hollows prepared a second shot, shouting a handful of orders to the infantry soldiers holed up inside their vehicles.
Ali felt a tendril of fear grip her, remembering what she'd learned of the grutchins and their larger counterparts. The acid-spewing little karks bit down into starship hulls and burrowed their way inside, killing crew and...well, chewing on power cables. "Pilot, get the Hard Kill system ready, I don't want to have to use it, but we may not have a choice." Ali demanded, then switched the frequency over to Company level, addressing the rest of the MAT-TE's. "All MAT-TE's, get your personnel and flamers ready, we have incoming Grutchins. Anti-personnel cannons are free to fire at will. Put all engine power into the deflector shields! And gunners, you stay on that little pink di'kut, I want him and his Vong dead!" She shouted, pushing away from her seat and climbing into the rear compartment of the vehicle. "Get your flamers boys, and trip open those weapon slots, we've got grutchins on the way and we're going to flame every last one of them." She ordered.
Within the troop bay, soldiers unlatched and pulled open the weapon slits built into the sides of the vehicle. Arming their flamer weapons, the soldiers turned to fasten the emitters to the portholes and rest the weapons against their shoulders, ready to fire.
Ali's pilot, a Nautolan called "Gorty," flipped a switch that activated the Hard Kill system's sensors, but didn't arm the defenses. He scaled the vehicle's engine strength down by 3/4, then boosted the power to the deflector shields. Similarly he reduced strength to the energy shields, considering they were not under energy weapons attack.
Unfortunately, the C-1 Defender Adaptive Shielding Array wouldn't be able to track any of the grutchin fast enough to prove effective, so Gorty put the system on stand-by for the time being, giving the vehicle general shields. The other MAT-TE pilots followed suit, preparing their vehicles for the disgusting insects headed their way.
The anti-personnel gunners readied their weapons and waited for some of the creatures to come into view. From outside the vehicle, the needle-nosed weapon barrels swiveled back and forth, and up and down.
The other MAT-TE's similarly prepared themselves, even as their gunners kept firing on the group of dismounts clamboring up from the river banks, led by the little pink creature. Two of the MAT-TE's, call-signs "Baby Bear" and "Goldilocks", loaded White Phosphorous Incendiary Rounds and began shelling the incoming Yuuzhan Vong with airbursts of the horrible chemical. Tank rounds would flash over their heads and explode, raining white phosphorous down on them, eating away at organic and technological matter. Two pairs of forward-facing anti-personnel cannons fired on the little pink creature and his soldiers as well.
The final MAT-TE, "Brother Bear", angled its rocket pod launcher toward the sky and released a pair of ground-to-air rockets at the Yorik-Vec that was attempting to flee the scene. The rockets roared from their pods and soared toward the sky, tracking the Yuuzhan Vong assault poodoo.
As grutchinya began flooding the area, Ali's soldiers began spewing bursts of thick, viscous flame into the air around their vehicles. Red and orange fire licked the legs of the vehicles as they coated the disgusting Vongspawn in flame, their carapaces burning and blackening. Embroiled in fire they burned and burst, spewing their innards onto the legs and armor plates of the walkers. The deflector shields did a decent job of holding many of the insects off, though it didn't keep them away indefinitely, it limited the number of the things that were able to approach the vehicle at a time.
Even so, however, several of the little beasts made it through. One of them attached itself to the rocket pod feeding chute and began gnawing at it with its acid-coated mandibles. One of Ali's troops stuck his head out of the top hatch, weapon first, to kill the creature. He shot it dead, but the feed chute was already ruined, hanging limply atop the armor plate. The soldier closed the hatch and secured it.
"Papa Bear" didn't fare any better. Two more of the grutchinya fastened themselves to the vehicle's underbelly, and were attempting to coat the plate armor in acid before gnawing into it, rending the heavy metal with their powerful jaws. One of the Staff Sergeants grabbed a frag grenade and pulled the pin, then ripped open the bottom escape hatch and tossed the device outside the vehicle. A moment after closing it, the vehicle shook as the grenade exploded, killing both the grutchinya, but the V-shaped hull bottom was already damaged, leaving it extremely susceptible to anti-tank mines.
"Goldilocks" ended up losing the use of a stabilizing leg after one of the little monsters poured acid into its ankle joint, dissolving the support strut and leaving the joint immovable.
The other vehicles faired better, suffering minor damage to random pieces of armor plate, though nothing too severe. Soon enough, the number of insects began to fade as the soldiers continued spraying them with acid. Things were fine until another of the grutchinya managed to burrow into the belly of "Mama Bear," where Ali was seated at the gunner's station. The floor beneath her began to shake and when she looked down, the monster's head was sticking in, mandibles clacking loudly. She yelped and jumped up onto her seat, reaching for the beskar push blade tucked away at the small of her back.
The beast forced itself through the small hole it had made and began flapping its fan-like wings furiously, thrashing around the inside of the vehicle and dripping acid on the floor. It's eyes swiveled abhorrently as it searched for a target, choosing to attach the side wall of the vessel's interior, ignoring Ali for whatever reason. She lunged forward and grabbed the monster by one of its antennae, and drove the push blade at the beast's neck space, the beskar lodging itself into the creature's brain. It died instantly, and Ali pushed its corpse onto the floor, wiping the acid off her armor plate. Fortunately, beskar was more resistant to the creature's acid, but Ali's plate was still marred and pitted from when she'd killed the thing.
It took a few minutes to safely dispose of the creature's body, and by then the attack was wearing thin. There was nothing Ali could do about the hole in the floor except for hope for the best that they didn't walk over a mine of any kind. For the time being, the hole served as a reminder of just how dangerous the Vong could be.
Throughout the swarm attack, the Yorik-Vec's plasma cannon fire rained down on Ali's vehicles in short waves. Flaming boulders of rock eschewed her tanks for the most part, being wildly fired as they were from such a distance, though "Papa Bear" took a glancing hit from a pair of the projectiles that broke its rear deflector shields, allowing a trio of grutchinya to chew into the barrels and housings of the two rear-mounted anti-personnel cannons. Soldiers inside the vehicle cracked open their hatches and disposed of the monsters with close range weapons, though two of them were attacked and dragged from the vehicle's interior, their necks pierced by gnawing jaws as acid embroiled the body suits beneath their armor. Red blood mingled with the bright green of the acid frothing in a deadly ring around their throats while the jaws of the grutchinya ripped and tore through skin and muscle and bone. The soldiers' bodies went limb as their heads were severed from their necks and the little monsters began burrowing their heads through the chests of their victims to consume the fleshy treasure hidden inside. The hatches were resealed and the grutchinya had destroyed both the rear cannons, leaving the shebs-end of "Papa Bear" exposed to enemy fire.
By now, the attack was ending, even the napalm artillery strike had left the stage. Ali still had to deal with the little pink creature and his band of merry Vong, but she ordered the Southern force to head across the river. There had been artillery identified at the Southern passageway of the East bank, and Ali's MAT-TE's were acting support for the AT-FAT's and Arachnids that were on their way to destroy it.
*Secure positions within the canyon valley and prepare for crossing to the East Bank.
**Target Identified: [member=Nerius] and his Vong and Walkers
**Target Identified: Grutchinya swarm
**Target Identified: [member=Yurzhoc Shai], scout and artillery
Objective: B Location: Sector 6 Allies: Sith Enemies: [member="Turin Val Kur"] Gear: Personal lightsaber
One hand waved over the door controls, the motion activating the sensors, durasteel sliding to the side in order to reveal the battlefield without. The dropships had finally landed, soldiers and Force sensitives alike pouring forth, the latter in a lesser number. It seemed the Jedi had finally arrived, and it was about time, in her mind. Enough time had been wasted simply waiting for their arrival, and she was done standing around. Reaching out through the Force she touched on a number of light presences, those nearby taking precedence. There was one that stood out to her for reasons of the relative power more than anything, and if her senses were correct they were fast in approaching. The smallest of smiles turned up the corners of her mouth. That meant a challenge. Good.
Still Keira remained in the doorway, the bright blue glow of a saberstaff finally coming into sight, leading her to its owner in short order. Carefully she studied him, knowing full well this was the presence she had felt minutes previously. Without precedence she thumbed the switch of her own saber, the single orange blade snap-hissing into existence, dully humming in her left hand. It was an unspoken challenge, and one unmistakably directed to the one in front of her. He had come here looking for a fight, and she was prepared to offer one. The unique weapon he carried added new variables to the duel, especially given she had no experience clashing with one that took such a lightsaber variation as their own. But she wasn't worried just yet. She had fought against worse odds in her life.
Nonchalantly she gave her saber a single spin, the blade droning through the air. No proper stance was taken, no evidence of a favored form in the way she held the blade. "Come on, Jedi. Don't keep me waiting."
Objective: Kill the Sith Parasites
Location: Somewhere near [member="SC-4486"] and [member="Alva Calvarona"], F8
Allies: GR, IR, [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Enemies: OS
The walkers kept their slow advance through the canyon. Packed inside Weiss and the 337th could hear the roar of the napalm bombs splashing heated death around yhem. If any troopers had been outside they would have been dead on the spot.
"Stay calm troopers, we are safe inside these beasts. We are ti deploy further up. Once the artillery has done greeting each other. " Weiss instructed over the unit com. Mostly to the more fresh recruits. He had seen recruits go crazy over less and had accepted that a fatherly tone sometimes countered that.
As his walker shookhe calmly switched to command frequency.
"Captain Hadrix, this is lieutenant Weiss of the 337th Imperial storm corp. My unit is moving forward to your location. Currently avoiding direct hostile contact. I am prepared to deploy on your orders m'am."
Shells and roaring fire outside huffed and buffed outside as Weiss leaned back. It would be some time before they would reach their objective.
Whatever the two were bound to get done was pushed aside quite abruptly by the sound of alarms, the beeping of Ire's communicator, and the distant noise of blasterfire. Fething great. At least the Sith had been on Ord Mirit during a business trip. Otherwise she wouldn't have her usual equipment with her. She might have even left her armor behind... what a mistake that would have been. Being prepared was one of the most important parts of war. Another was knowing when to fight and when to retreat.
"Do you have a weapon?" Ire asked her companion (who was visibly concerned). When the worker nodded she let out a sigh of relief. "Alright, good. You need to do me a favor. Find somewhere to hide, and quick, then stay there with your blaster out. If anyone tries to hurt you you shoot them in the head. Understood?" After a moment the woman nodded again. Though she still seemed very shaken by the sudden state of emergency- or at least by what felt like such a thing to her. "You'll be fine. Once this mess is over I'll be back to get you somewhere safe. Don't worry." With that said she turned to leave...
"Wait!" Ire looked back, quietly watching her guide come close. "Please, my Lady, be careful..." A soft smile crossed the Epicathix's lips before she leaned up, giving the woman a soft kiss on her cheek. "Always. There are things I must still do before I die. Now go, hide, and I shall strike down whatever fools are attempting to cross us here."
Finally she pulled out her shotgun, put on a blank face, and moved towards the door to the next room. There was only one way to go from there: Onwards, towards the fight, towards either victory or demise. Nothing she wasn't used to. Nothing she wasn't prepared to handle.
As the Imperial Forces trundled on Avla couldn't help but admire the fact the battlefield was a somewhat scenic location. There was remorse hovering in her thoughts for how the landscape would be scarred by the end of the day. However, such remorse was not spared for the images of the fallen SIth in her mind. In fact the crinan woman revelled in them, and hoped that when all was said and done their burned and broken bodies would more than make up for the damage done to the planet they had the misfortune to do battle on. THese thoughts would all have to take a backseat though as the actual combat began.
The column of Imperial Walkers moving down the canyon lumbered on without incident until the Sith's artillery fire began. The arcing plasma globs could be seen from the cockpit of the froward AT-FAT in the formation."All Imperial Forces! Brace for impact, enemy fire incoming." The canyon afford some protection, in the areas where the walls climbed higher towards the middle of the cliffs the solid rock that was the terrain would provide some cover from the attacks. From the looks of it as well, the enemy wasn't engaging them with many units just yet, that or they didn't have a clear reading on their position, because it seemed some of the burning orbs of destruction weren't aimed within their vicinity, and instead slammed elsewhere on the battlefield nearby.
Some were making their way toward their location though, slamming into the ground around the walkers or the canyon walls as they moved deeper towards the center of the region. One of the plasma blasts impacted the canyon wall above the AT-FAT trudging along beside the Imperial Captain's own, causing an explosion which rained bits of the stonework and rock onto the armor the heavy walker, the clanging sounds making the crew within jump, though they smiled nervously after. So long as they didn't take a direct hit they would be alright, and while the main column was following the path, they were moving past the initial shots as they made progress.
By then the Imperial Trooper on speeder bike had reached the lip of the canyon ahead of the allied advanced, hugging the wall of rock on his right until he came to a cluster of boulders, either dislodged from enemy fire earlier or left behind from erosion over time. From there the reconnaissance soldier would leave his vehicle idling as he looked around briefly, seeing a crevice in the rocks above him a short distance, maybe twenty meters up, to which she began to climb up into for an elevated position. Firing her cable launcher and pulling himself up the rockface until she was nestled prone in the vantage point she discovered for herself. Using the rangefinder built into her helmet to survey the battlefield arrayed before her.
It was from here the trooper would have a clear sighting of the origin of the Sith Rakamat barrage coming from [member="Yurzhoc Shai"] and the forces of [member="Nerius"] passing through the river ford. It was also an ample position for the lone scout trooper to see the swarms of Grutchinya filling the sky heading over the combat zone, along with the missile fire spread out across the sky. "Captain Calvarona this is Trooper 5238. I'm at the canyon's edge. You got incoming, looks like a swarm of bugs incoming and missiles. Orders to proceed deeper into enemy territory maam?" Eyeing the swarms of vong horrors, the trooper cringed and inched herself closer against the wall, turning her attention back to the Sith forces trying to cross the river and those within sight she could see were unleashing the primary artillery barrage, updating her logs she sent back to coordinate the allied forces fire whenever they had open shots.
All the while, Alva slammed a fist on the upper panel of the walker cockpit, which would likely annoy the pilots were they also not gritting their teeth as the enemy shots came into view, just in time for a communication from the Republic Forces. "We'll be in position momentarily. Our soldier at the front of the canyon is sending back enemy positions. We're transferring their visible artillery positions to you now. We don't have a read on those farther in just yet. Once he finishes his logs he'll make an attempt across to the enemy's side of the battlefield." Switching back to Imperial frequencies, Alva was preparing to give out the new orders for the situation, but paused as her eyes caught the swarms overhead. Along with the bursting napalm warheads. A number of the grutchinya appeared to dip down toward the column, scuffed with dust from the debris, the hull of the AT-FATs trundling along were at risk to some degree. A situation enough to warrant the linked laser cannons of the heavy walkers and forward gyro blaster cannons to unleash a wave of death. Cannonfire filled the sky as shots slammed into the clusters of the vong insects, their momentum halting as they were battered by laser fire and several dropped from the sky. "I hope everyone else is putting concentrated fire on these as well."
In that capacity the enemy napalm was welcome in a way, as the fires fell upon the walkers, setting a number of the Vong creatures alight as they fell to the earth writhing until they perished. The armor plating of the Imperial Walkers blackened from the flames themselves but not truly damaged by the anti-infantry element. At this point Alva was thankful they had followed the Republic's lead to keep their infantry within until they and the enemy clashed climatically. After all, anyone caught outside would have certainly died. But within the Walker? Its suppressions systems were quick to adjust to the problem. Even then though, the imperial soldiers armor was more than enough to handle the indirect heat. Still, the Gruthcinya not caught in the hellfire were still a problem, though they were thankfully fewer in number, having spread about the battlefield and being thinned out by the fires.
Which left only one thing to really do for any of the AT-FATs still harassed by any the creatures. Something Alva was happy to pass along as she opened the channel to @SC-4486 and her other lieutenants to issue orders. Lieutenant Corvax, Lieutenant [member="Weiss"] if any of your walkers have any bugs still lying around them pop a side hatch and have your crews take some rifles to brush them off it your cannons can't get an angle on them."With that, Alva passed the order along herself to the crews of her own Walkers, walking back to the transport hold where the infantry were stationed in her unit, opening the hatch of the walker where they would normally deploy from via the rappel lines.
Once the hatch opened Alva watched as one of the grutchinya flew by, just to be obliterated as it passed in front of the side mounted laser cannons of the AT-FAT. More could be seen fluttering nearby though, as a trio of stormtroopers hefted their blaster rifles and moved to the edge of the walker, securing themselves to the cables as they leaned over the platform of the transport bay, tracking their targets as the vong insects tried to move near the walker, firing blaster bolts down into the bugs that got around the cannon fire of the massive vehicle itself."Don't let a single one get a foothold." Eyes watching as the canyon wall seemed to move past their view as the walker advanced, Alva watched along with the rest of the onboard unit in surprise as one of the insects got clear of the fire to latch onto one of the troopers firing at the few surviving bugs, ripping them free of their harness and dragging them out of the troop bay as it flew off, only to burst into flame as several laser cannon shots tore through its chitin with concentrated fire, consuming the stolen soldier as well.
As they reached the forward location of the canyon edge, Alva relaxed as the Troopers began to close the hatch, the grutchin targeting them eliminated. Moving back to the cockpit though, the crinan woman was quick to be bothered with the bad news one of the walkers in the other canyon pass didn't make it away so cleanly. Damage to the one of the legs had occurred when a grutchin got by the cannon fire and the crew's attempts to blast it off, though they were eventually able to do so. While it was a relief to know the walker wasn't destroyed, hearing it would be lagging behind until repairs were effected was a bother. The other AT-FAT though was still on course, just now reaching the lip of the canyon on its side as well. "The diggers will hold with you until your unit is repaired. I expect you to catch up quickly."
Looking ahead the Imperial Officer could see the distant figure of the speeder bike belonging to her scout trooper speeding down over the river. The soldier having abandoned his shelter to move onward once all the grutchinya were beyond his view. On the map grid displayed on the tactical board of her walker, Alva checked the plotted course of the trooper heading from the grid position H10 to L11 where she assumed he would attempt to scale the cliffs and attempt ascending via his cable launcher with his speeder bike. As for her unit though, at the mouths of both canyons ahead of the river bank, their course of action was obvious. "Concentrate fire on the Sith forces in the river. Put turbolaser fire on their vehicles and target infantry clusters. Keep eyes on the Vong forces on the other banks, the Republic's Artillery should be responding to them though."
A resounding cannonade would unleash, the boom of the turbolasers heard over the din of battle as Alva watched the artillery fire from the cockpit, burning strokes of condensed energy sped into the enemy ranks in the river, the troopers range finders calculating the distance which they relayed into their targeting systems, their turbolaser trajectories aimed straight on. The rotating gyro blast cannons unleashed fire as well, their forward attack pattern stitching laser cannon fire across the water's surface. With their attack commenced, Alva opened up the comm channels once more, bursts of energy exploding over the river ford all the while. "Captain Hadrix, we've begun bombardment of the Sith forces in the river. Their vehicles should be down before they ever get within range. Shall we begin setting up infantry positions along the bank?"
Summary Of Actions:
Bunch of badass battle scenes
Walkers a little darker now, sun tan didn't turn out even
Scout Trooper relayed Sith positions in the river and at J13
AT-FATs and supporting units move up to G-10 and D-10
AT-FAT stranded at D-9 due to damaged leg from Grutchinya attack
The water became a hurricane like wave pool, knocking all of his allies to the side then underwater. With a swift sign, he gestured to his allies, and drew the hood of his Cloak of Nuun over his face. Soon enough, before any resurfaced, all were invisible thanks to the Vong Biot. However there was also a secondary usage to the signal, and it became evident.
"Spotted a bogie sir. It appeared female, attempting to hide in the cliffs. Now she is in side one of the AT's." A soft whisper sounded in his head.
Nodding to himself, as none other could see it, he retreated back towards the waters edge on ally territory. Slinking from the rippling current, Nerius was surprised to see that a few his men had been slayed in the attack. But the rest had been more submerged, less likely targets.
Locking eyes with the closest of his FAT's, he sent a baby Force Push, aimed for the internal of the ship where he knew a fan would begin to move. This was a sign. If invisible, the fan would tell his men to engage.
As return fire began to open up onto the enemy, aiming for legs solely, Nerius raced backwards to find Bane. He would need an ally. One more powerful than he was.
Sanya set herself in one of the Yoma-Ab's typing into the control panel for all units to advance, the ground seemed flat enough on the top allowing them to cover ground fast. As the four artillery installation made haste across the open land she went into the back opening up the tactical map. the positions of two enemies had already been located, and Sanya would soon be in position to rain fire down upon one of them, and with in luck penumbra would soon be in position to fire at the other.
with in the hour the artillery was reaching the position, as they got closer to the edge a large volley of shots appeard from over the horizon, most likely from the force they would be firing upon. wit it headed in thwart general direction of the forces Sanya opened up a channel to all Allies in the area. "everyone on the ground, keep your heads up. A artillery strike is heading to your position."
they had now reached the Location to where they would fire from, the artillery came to a stand still before moving to forward to shoot. she swaped over to the channel her squad was patched in to. "okay boys once you have made your two shots, you will need to back up and cool the guns down. this will make you less of a target in the long run."
the artillery moved forward a total of eight shots fired off before moving back into cover away from the ledge. as the guns cooled down preparing to fire, Sanya had been informed about a swarm of vong flying units from her men. "okay if they come into range lock all aa onto the and cut them down." she swaped channels again to all Allies in the area. "sorry to add the the load people but there seems to be incoming air. they seem to be passing by but I have ordered my men to shoot if they come to close." the artillery rolled forward once more to discharge eight more shots across the vally before floating back into cover.
(Npc- commander T.Carlton) (B10)
approaching Location, the artillery had soon made there way to the site to where they would be stationed and perform there attack. a relentless battle could be heard from below them and taneas and his Arachnid-AT's had setup there walkers waiting to provide support from any of the men below, as the two Yoma-Ab's where in no position to fire they remained stationary at there Location.
"snipers I want you to take position at the ridge line provided any support you can to our guys, if you spot anything in firing line of the artillery call it out." the ten snipers exited the Yoma going prone on the edge of the cliff, the armor activated to keep them from been seen. "infantry I want you ready for anything that might try climb up here, use the lmg's but in controlled shots. OKAY MEN YOU HAVE YOUR ORDERS, NOW LET'S DO THIS!"
All sniper shots will be dice rolled on 20 sided dice
even number = hit
Odd = miss
10 or 20 = critical
dice roles for snipers.
14,16,2,13,20,1,2,19,16
6 hits 1 critical
summery -
sanyas artillery have started bombarding (J 13)
snipers are shooting at (D11) directly at vonduun yuuzhan vong (and the camo snipers if not camo yet)
grutchinya are been held off by the aa first the time been.
@vrag
[member="nerius"]
[member="Yurzhoc Shai"]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Extra Note: All EMP grenades except for the Rocket Trooper’s are replaced with Napalm Grenades. The Rocket Troopers have 1 Napalm and 1 EMP one additionally instead of their standard setup.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Solan looked at the ones before him with eyes staring at the ground and his hands turning and focus back on the Hypnos. "These Vong are irritating me..." The Hypnos had just been able to get out of the area as the napalm missile blew their way over the ground. Luckily though this was only the tail end of the napalm that was able to hit the Mythosaur, cutting through the shielding. Though not completely as it held its place the moment it was out and suddenly slammed into by the blast from Bane's Rakamat. Then the pink creature was on their side of the River, he was done. "Order the Hypnos to open fire on the Pink bastard and his FATs. Open fire with the main cannon and make sure the shots count. Line it up and blow them to bits for good." [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Then his eyes turned to the Devastator as he smiled wider. "Have it fire too, i want the sith to feel their mistake into the next century." [member="Nerius"] would be in for a massive surprise as the 420MM Cannon of the Mythosaur Mobile fortress would fire off a shot from its MAC cannon, blasting over the ground and likely unless the shot missed slamming into the Sith's inferior FAT's. What more it would level its gun once more and fire a second shot just to be sure the thing went down in a blaze of glory. At the same time the guns of the Devastator Assault tank would let out a crack as both is 120 MM cannon and its 75 MM cannon fired off in succession, aiming to remove those Vong that thought they would be able to get too close. The cannons alone were not the only thing that fired as the Devastator's Autocannon let off slug after slug into those Vong that thought they were getting anywhere, a fast fighting machine gun that tore through infantry. The cherry on the cake though was the two Umbra class gunships holding over the position, turning all four lasercannons each forward and letting loose on the creatures as they tried to get in closer, acting as Anti-Infantry support for the already powerful tank. Their cannons firing off shot after shot as each Umbra could take three targets at a time thanks to the manual gunners. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Solan smiled as his body collapsed back in the chair, his hands picking up a violin and his hands started to play a song that sounded serene, those around him looked as though they were members of his shadow legion the change in mood cut through the air as Solan's smile grew. Death, war, none of it is ever different as the feeling is always the same. People die in War, and Solan... He preserved their last thoughts, their feelings and their deaths itself up in his head as he let his empathy reach out and touch every creature around him. One died or survived by his own strength, and archiving these feelings would just mean he could use them all much later. [/SIZE]
The commbuzzers were nearly lit by the pouring out of communications across the canyon. The head within the cognition throne, the warmaster temporarily pinned to the wall, turned to the warlord as he signaled for the attack to begin. Heaving backwards, filled up on the residual debris, the monster rakamats fired with more expressive inspirations then their cousins down in the J13 suburbs. Nearly doubling their effort with the coordination of the Warmaster and his commune with Yun-Yammka, they would meet the initial spring of attacks with their own, 1 shot every 20 seconds per rakamat. With the efficacy of 9, 1 ton 900 mm molten shells, the Rakamat would reign fire down upon the G-10, correspondence with a particular scout, glowbugs, and shatterpoint guiding the trajectories through connected Tall-Yor. But that's not all...
The Mern Kane, prepared for war, followed suit as they lifted their blast bug launchers in the sky and began a rapid fire assault. 50 Mern Kane, launching 35 blasts bugs per minute, would scream pain and misery down upon the echoing canyon: G10, H11, and H10. These blast bugs, thrown often with speeds above 150 km/hr, would clear the less than 900 meter divide in the blink of an eye, especially given that they were being launched and not thrown. Or maybe a few blinks. Not many blinks, that's for sure. And their arrival would be heralded by the dead silence and shattering clacks of the resounding Yaret-Kor, currently trouncing the area around it, from [member="Yurzhoc Shai"] and [member="Sage Bane"]. That fire would continue for 5 minutes before allowing the shoulder hives the rest they required, the buzzing soon after indicating the finalization of needed reprieve.
Just then, the Yorik-Trema's, held in the backdrop of the crevasse, would open to reveal the corresponding apiary, all too familiar to the larval stages of the Yorik-Vec assault cruiser of the Supreme commander. With the nutrients being sucked free from the Yorik-Trema, the monster's skin would start to sag and pull away as it attempted to heal itself, latching on to the ground heaving wildly. From out of the fold, Grutchinya popping forth through metamorphosis, would blink in contrast to the surrounding environment. Long ago, the Intendent caste had decided that things developed for space should also find purpose in the atmosphere. As such, they bioengineered these monsters with armor, purpose, and path. And their path now corresponded with the tethers of their warmaster, guided through iron first and clenched jaw and the affliction of Shatterpoint congruous to the use of the cognition throne. As 200 crawled free, they would immediately jump free from the hold of the canyon and follow the path from H18 down the corridor into J13 and then out into main body of the canyon. With mandables of acid and claws, plus resistant and resilient armor, they would take the genetically assigned Intendant training to focus on what the blast bugs couldn't: the parts that actually did damage, the parts firing on the allies and fellow bugs. The machinations of the enemy, particularly within the folds of the G10, would find their endeavors, perhaps, halted for the moment. And as the grutchinya breached from their hold yorik-trema, more would follow, until their was nothing left of this yorik-trema or the yorik-trema surrounding them.
And admist all this, warkeepers slithered and waited, dovin basals and hind legs prepared for an interjection should one arrive. Sometimes, it was good to be a 22 meter slug thing. The Yuuzhan Vong warriors would continue, pushing harder, as they flung debris into the gaping maws of the Rakamats. The Warmaster would commune with any vong on the field, coordinating with them and leading them to something more closely resembling glory. The warriors of [member="Nerius"] were staring doom in the face and Gabriel couldn't help but feel the swell of pride, as he attempted to bolster their resolve with promises of glory and death and sacrifice. Whatever choice they made, Yun-Yammka would honor them on this day.
Objective: Beginning firing. #can'tstopwontstop Location: H18, H17, I17 Synopsis: Rakamats firing on G10, 9 rounds per minute. Each round is roughly 1 ton and is 900 mm molten. Please respect the sort of damage that would do and the force required to propel something that size. 50 Mern Kane firing blast bugs at 35 per minute each, towards H11, G11, and G10 - these are the equivalent of guided missiles, they will change trajectory once opponents are seen. And finally, Grutchinya are being released, 200 for now, running down the canal towards G10. They emerge and attack the enemy, focusing on the parts of the vehicles and/or troopers that are actually doing damage, coming from a different trajectory to the Yaret-Kor and blast bugs. However, due to their nature, they will swarm other opponents, even if not contained within G10.
SC-4486 slammed his fist onto the control console as he noticed [member="Nerius"] escaped the firepower of his forces, angered that he didn't destroy him, He then noticed that [member="Alva Calvarona"] had moved up to G-10, he quickly ordered his walkers to move up G-9, to provide her covering firing in case something terrible shows up, the loud mechanical clank of walkers movie signaled that the orders had gone through, He took the controls of the AT-ST and began to move up with the other AT-STs and AT-FATs, the boulder-dozers moving behind them, to his disgust, some of those hull-eating bugs were still around, scurrying around the ground of the canyon near his forces, He ordered the AT-STs to fire at any bugs they saw and for the Commandos in the AT-FATs to fire on the bugs that the AT-STs couldn't get, SC-4486 turned the AT-ST to face the bugs, while his co-pilot took command of the turrets on the "ears" of the AT-ST and began blasting the bugs.
When the bugs had been exterminated, SC-4486 took a minutes to observe what had happened so far, They deployed, Napalm everywhere, Fired at Nerius, Attacked by oversized wasps/horseflies, and were now still taking artillery fire while moving into formation behind Captain Calvarona's forces, Just then, an artillery shell hit about ten feet away from where his AT-ST was and caused minor shrapnel damage to it, It left a small crater in it's wake, SC-5586 took note to have a boulder-dozer carve into the canyon for his commandos to make a surprise attack on the enemy. more of these artillery shells landed dangerously close to them, the ones that hit were usually on the AT-FATs which were shrugged off, not enough to penetrate their heavy armor.
Summary of what happened
SC-4486 threw a fit and ordered his forces to move up, bugs attacked, artillery nearly hit his AT-ST
Objective: B
Location: Landing
Allies: Republic
Enemies:
After his drop ship had landed, Haytham exited from the ship. The soldiers moved on past him and he remained towards the back, trying to get a feel for the area. Drawing upon the Force he withdrew his lightsabre as he expanded it outwards in a sensory state while he remained prepared physically. Things were going to get serious, real soon too. All he had to do was push with the rest of the Republic forces and secure the Supply Depot.
How many will die until we win?
Haytham could only wonder as he plunged into the abyss that was the fuel station.
From the reports sent back it was acknowledged that their napalm strikes had landed true to their locations. Regardless what damage was done to their troops, it would surely inhibit mobility of forces in that region as they circumnavigated the fires. Further reports came in of her ally's attacks; the One Sith had unleashed volley after volley of artillery alongside her own and small group of infantry had engaged the enemy quite a ways ahead. Anja's forces remained in position and the SMP was continually fed new data which appeared on the intricate holographic tactical display.
"Have the 5th fire HE rockets this time," once again she placed her finger over exactly where she wanted them to aim. With the information sent the Golden Banner 5th took up their new targets and began firing the HE rounds rather than the napalm.
A volley of one hundred and twenty rockets fired towards their targets, the munitions would be virtually indistinguishable from the napalm rounds to enemy sensors despite their far more explosive payload. As she waited for damage reports, Anja's hand reached for the Nameless Book that rested by her side.
>Firing 40 HE rockets at E-9 >Firing 40 HE rockets at E-10 >Firing 40 HE rockets at G-10 >Reading a book
Objective: B
Location: Sector 1
Allies: Jedi/Republic
Enemies: [member="Disciple"]
Gear: See Earlier Posts
The bolt exploded and the things head went with it. He thought for sure that it was over as he watched it fall. He didn't rejoice, however. He wasn't stupid enough to think that anything was over when it came to fighting the Sith. Besides, he had that eerie feeling he sometimes got when dealing with Force users. It's happening again. Sometimes I wish I wasn't Force sensitive. It really can be annoying. His eyes didn't move from the fallen being, as he expected now that the battle wasn't yet over. Why would it be? This thing was some creature he'd never seen before, and this was the Sith he was fighting. It wasn't some stupid Sith Trooper trying to make a name for himself.
As he watched, the things head started to reform itself, and it stood again. That was a new one. He did note the distinctly metallic nature of the being. That, to him, meant droid. But a droid couldn't use the Force, that much he did know. That meant this was some being in a droid shell. And the droid shell could repair itself, which meant that he had to strike it in the heart, so to speak, in order to kill it. There was only this entire gigantic being to choose from. The changes of him hitting the heart were slim.
And then the voice came in his head. That was just spooky.
"I don't play, I kill."
He stepped out, fully aware that at a moments notice this thing could manipulate the Force in ways that would totally interrupt his effectiveness. He kept a firm grip on his weapon as he faced down this thing. Playing fair wasn't warranted when fighting the Sith. He'd read about their exploits after he'd joined the Republic. These monsters didn't deserve the right to draw breath. He wasn't going to give them one. Three quick trigger pulls sent three bolts flying at the metal monstrosity, one aimed for center chest, one abdomen, and one groin area. Who knew where the thing was hiding its sensitive parts? If this didn't work, he'd have to hack it to pieces.
The scent of burned flesh began to fill the room. As did the chatter from the Blondie. He could never figure that out. Were Sith just long winded? What was the point? Egg someone on likely. Oh a few years back, there was no way Micah would stand down from a challenge. There was always that measure of pride, y'know? Especially when it came to catching up to his sisters in the proficiency of the Force.
However, what this Sith didn't know, is that while normally that would likely rise up the ire of another -- who liked being heckled anyways?! -- it wouldn't with Micah. For one, he wasn't a Jedi.
Yeah, give me all you got, don't hold back
Did he hate the Sith? No. He had an uncle who, while he would train him with more brutal and manipulative means, used the Darkside of the Force. He also had his great grand mother, who also used the Darkside of the Force, who as his father had told him, will all one day be as corrupted and unhinged as his grandfather, the first Emperor of the Sith, had been.
It was an end he was well aware of. But that did not mean he did not care for them.
I should probably warn you I'll be just fine~ No offense to you, don't waste your time! Here's why!
Did he want to inflict pain? No. His mum, his father had once said, was a far more virtuous woman than most Jedi he had ever met. Where she could have slain a Sith, she instead protected, holding true to the tenants of the Jedi Order to respect all life. Jedi Master Kira Liadain had taught him compassion, layered upon that were the lessons learned from his aunt Amore. His mother had been tortured by his aunt, Nemene before he was born. The details were brutal, not something his father or his mother ever went into vivid description, but the consequences and the lessons on how the Darkside corrupts and how madness can prompt one to do another ill was a heavy lesson he learned well.
Did he desire to harm another malevolently? Nah, he didn't. It wasn't just how he was raised; in a loving home with an open relationship between his parents that told him the consequences of emotions and how when one is gifted with the Force, that it comes with responsibility and obligations.
And above all, a choice.
This wasn't including the mental protection from the Circlet of Salee and the Angraal crystal silvers in his lightsaber that would help keep a calm mind, strengthening his connection to the Lightside of the Force.
Can't nothing.... bring me down!
One would not Dun Moch Micah Draith Shamalain Talith.
The guy was just too happy. The impish grin that would dance over his lips as he strode towards Raaf would relay that so.
"Sorry to disappoint, Blondie," He briefly said, devilry in the twin suns of his eyes as he strode forward. He felt through the fabric of the Force a shot come from his right, the distinct zap of his lightsaber blade intercepting it, then deflecting it to the wall, the heat of it kissing his shoulder.
The movement closed the distance to four meters. Then three. Unarmed, poor helpless woman? Heh, unlikely.
No one was ever unarmed within the realm of the Force.
At two meters, his lightsaber came up, held in his right hand. One would have assumed he was going to attack her with it -- but he didn't.
Instead, his thumb hit the deactivation switch. The blade disappearing. He gave himself to the oneness of the Force and how he and she fit in within it. Energy and power went blooming between the two. Telekinetic tendrils would wrap round the woman, guided by his gauntlet-ed hand, intending to jerk her forward to him with a powerful tug to close that distance between them. If successful, he meant to get a bit more physical than she likely would expect.
