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

[Aela Talith]

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

Then there were none.

Soldiers lay scattered all around her. Some were dead from Republic blasters, others clutched broken bones, fragmented knees or shoulders, some even stood completely and entirely paralyzed, all of them were down for the count. Republic soldiers seized them, bound them and left them on the ground immobile. Aela watched, nodding to the guard commander.

This section of the depot was nearly secure, she would just have to help Mica-

Something suddenly stopped her in her tracks.

It felt like an overwhelming wave of dread fall on her. Aela's eyes flashed, bright orange searing into a tender glow as her head began to spin and the force pushed its way through her thoughts. She saw red, heard the thrum of lightsabers, the crackling of Sith Lightning. Her face paled and her eyes suddenly returned to focus, eyelids folding closed.

Her heart pounded in a steady beat. Thump. Thump. Thump. The world around her seemed to slow, everything stopped. The Commander stepping up and asking for orders, Micah fighting on one side of the room, the soldiers guarding their prisoners. Her lips thinned.

Everything became clear.

“Commander.” Her voice was stern, strong. “Take the prisoners out of here and evacuate to the next sector. You've done all you can.”

They were coming, she could sense them.

The Commander looked perplexed for a few moments, but he gave Aela a careful nod. The authority in her tone made him obey, and slowly him and his soldiers cleared out of sector seven. Aela simply stood, her back stiff, her eyes folding over towards Micah. He would be okay, he could handle himself.

She knew that.

Her lightsaber suddenly disappeared from life, bright glowing pink disappearing as Aela folded herself down into a sitting position, lightsaber in her lap as she waited for her foes.

 

[Komo]

Objective: B (Fight with Jedi)
Location: Moving to Section 8
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] | One Sith
Enemies: Republic/Jedi
Gear: Lightsaber, Outfit, DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle

Greta was late. Pretty kriffing late. The blonde acolyte had fallen asleep while watching a rather uninteresting holodrama on her datapad. The hearty McYoda meal she had earlier was way too satisfying. She had fallen asleep on a bunch of crates stacked high at the back of the supply depot. She had forgotten the reason why she was even in the vicinity in the first place, but that didn't seem to matter anymore, at least for the moment.

The acolyte was given a rude awakening as the sound of explosion and its accompanying tremor reached her. That caused her to wake up with a start, momentarily disorientated, before falling off the crates, landing on the hard floor with a surprised yelp. Well, she was awake now, that was for sure.

Moving to a small viewport on one of the walls, Greta finally found the cause of all the racket. The sky of Ord Mirit was alit with blaster and laser cannon fire as whatever remained of the planetary defense force put up a fight against the invading fleet of transport ships. A beautiful sight, and she would have stayed to watch, if that wasn't any invading force on a Sith-owned world.

Retrieving her macrobinoculars from her belt, she pointed it towards the dropships, trying to see if she could identify the insolent fools behind this reckless endeavour.

When her eyes landed sight upon the insignia of the Galactic Republic on the wings and tails of the transports, the acolyte was shocked. Surprised even. The Republic on the offense. They must have wanted vengeance for Telti really bad. The Jedi would no doubt be in the invading force. These advocates of peace, the ones launching the attack on the Sith. A shocking revelation indeed.

It was also then that Greta remembered why she here for in the first place. The acolyte had agreed in meeting up with her master, [member="Darth Venefica"] to assist her in her plans. Bantha Poo. It had totally slipped her mind. Several taps away at the datapad brought up the last known location of the Sith Lady. Her com-link signal had since gone dead, and her present whereabouts now unknown.

Greta would begin her search there.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: B-7​

Location: Just a bit aways from the Depot now​

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

Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"]​

Gear: In the Signature​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmI_Ndrxy14​

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Finally, the shiver. He could feel it, something powerful. Someone powerful. His red eyes darted from Venefica, and without waiting for a reply he would take off. As a blur to the untrained eye the Sith went. There was no worry about being detected now, for this was war. And war for him meant no need to hide in plain sight. Ferus could and would carve a path through the opposition, and with his new Epicanthix body he could finally let loose the raw power that would consume the old body.​

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Augmenting his body with the Force had become beyond second nature to him. It wasn't like writing or riding a bike, it was like breathing. Like his heart beating. So natural that this man forgot he was even using the Force to begin with. It pumped through his veins like his own blood, strengthening, empowering. It was a state of a constant high, this feeling he got as he moved. Addictive.​

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It wouldn't be long before the Rouge Master could see the near human seemingly appear before her, his skin pitch black and his eyes blood red. A wide grin had taken over his features as he looked the female over. She was so young, yet the power that radiated from her was no lie. The burning of his golden saber would be held to the side as his head tilted ever so slowly. Darth Ferus was taken by a blood lust unique only to the Iridonians that he was once apart of. A blood lust to where he would break this female, even long after her heart stopped.​

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"Jedi."​

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Normally, he would not speak. Would not pause for any reason. That was his rational mind, where pause or talk often gave the opponent a chance to attack. To counter. But so far in this blood rage rationality had left. The Force swelled around him, and this Rouge Master would be able to feel the sudden pain. A black flame came to life, feeding off the Force in such an unnatural way that it left pain and darkness within the air. Yet as it flickered around his form, the Sith seemed un-phased by such a perversion of the Living Force.​

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Like tendrils the fire lashed out, cracking through the air for the small girls body. Red seemingly glowing orbs never once left her form, and as the fire got close it would contort, and begin to wrap around her form if unstopped, going to burn her body as well as the Force within her. Ferus wouldn't bother waiting for the others. They would get there soon enough.​

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: B.....defeat the Jedi/Pubs
Location: Section 9 ----> 7
Allies: OS l [member="Darth Veles"] l [member="Jardo Snow"] l [member="Saiah"] l [member="Darth Ferus"] l [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: GR l Jedi/Pubs l [member="Aela Talith"]
Gear: Lightsaber l Bone Armour l Sisterhood Emblem l Amulet of the Five

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6kmOyaONbA[/youtube]​

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"Yes, Lord Ferus," she said fingering each bone in her hair and those that littered her wrists, weaving magick into them. "My lips taste the flesh of a....Jedi....nearby."​

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Three steps toward section seven, two foolish Republic soldiers stumbled into the web, and like a hungry spider; she pounced. Reaching out into the Force as it was second nature to her, gripping them both holding their throats with ghost hands. Slowly she began to lift them off their feet, her cold eyes staring past their souls and into their next lives.​

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"Lord Veles....the time has come for you to do what you do best," she spoke as she flung one soldier each at the feet of [member="Jardo Snow"] and [member="Saiah"]. "Eat."​

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She didn't need to express what she felt waiting for them in the next section. All Sith were taught what the annoying feeling of the Lightside felt like. She didn't have to spit the word Jedi...no....not Jedi, Lightsider from her lips. Like a beacon of a waning light, this entity was broadcasting on all channels.​

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Another step closer and the Dagobah Sith stopped, and smile.​

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"Apprentice," she whispered.​

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Connecting her mind to that of her Apprentice, she spoke only four words.​

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"Come, we're killing Jedi."​

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With one more bare foot step, she entered section seven and saw a seated Lightsider. With a smile, she reached out and drew the girl's lightsaber to her; attempting to disarm her as Darth Ferus struck first.​

 

[Komo]

Objective: B
Location: Depot, Room 8->9
Allies: [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | One Sith
Enemies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | Republic & Jedi
Gear: Lightsaber, Outfit, DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle

As Greta made her way into the fuel depot, moving to her master's last known location at sector 9, when the young acolyte heard a voice in her heard. It sounded very much like the Sith Lady herself, and for a moment she was puzzled, then it dawned on her. Telepathy.

It must be a telepathic communication of sorts, after all [member="Darth Venefica"] was rather versatile when it came to powers regarding the use of the mind. As eccentric as the Sith Lady was, she was her master, and Greta rather fancied her, and together they shared a bond, one that master and apprentice usually shared.

They're killing Jedi, she said. The Sith Lady must have found herself some companions to assist her in her task after all. The Sith lady seemed to have shifted to a different room though, probably pursing the Jedi she had mentioned in her mind message. She felt a pang of guilt at the thought of abandoning her master, but it was over as soon as it came, as she had found of a much greater value. Focusing her mental power on the image of the Sith Lady, she returned a response.

"I've found something else. A Jedi, perhaps. Going to check it out."

The acolyte had heard the tell-tale sound of a ship landing close by, close enough that it must have been near the adjacent room in room ten. Going by common sense of judgement, the occupant of the ship would most likely enter the nearest room. Greta was anxious to know who it was. She thought she felt the presence of the light side, but then not quite. She felt something else as well.

Neither Sith nor Jedi, it seemed. A Rogue force user, perhaps? The acolyte was curious to find if the person was ally or enemy. Would they fight? Greta hope the unknown stranger would. She would go into the room and face the stranger.

She was itching for a fight.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Objective: B (Battle the Grandmaster)
Location: Section 1
Allies: The Dark Side
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Gear: Lightsabers, Singlet, Cloak, Arm, Eyes
Theme: Viking Death March by Billy Talent

Spoiler

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VRFCMM3bra8[/media]

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There is much power in the spoken word and the simple command to flee played the part of the proverbial straw on the part of her opposition, leaving a clear path right to her adversary. Her smirk fell, left hand reaching down to her waist to retrieve the second of her twin sabers, shutting off the one in her right hand as she slowly began to pick up her pace from a walk to a slow trot. As she picked up speed air was caught in the sides of the hood and pulled it back, exposing her face for the world - the galaxy to see. Silara Kuhn, in the flesh. Unlike the Grand master she had not been given an ornery title for her deeds, for her success, for her good faith and level-head. She had killed, she had murdered, by her hand she had ripped the throats of Jedi masters and Sith Lords alike, not once had she wavered, not once had she weakened. A single failure had sent all of that tumbling down for her, but it was of personal choice. A fade to obscurity, a plot for success. Every last detail from the day the two had met on the world of Abeloth had been of the Sith Lord's designs, every orchestration of death, destruction, life, love, all of these strung together by the woman that had once whispered the words of fear into a dark cavern, a foreshadowing. Perhaps her words had foretold a duel on Prakith, one that had come to light, but today was the day that her dreams would come true, the day when light and dark truly clashed, when the force showed not that it was white and black, light or dark, but one continuous movement, one entity. A living force, a malicious one, and she loved it.

Obsessed over it.

Her trot became a light jog, the warden's cloak on her back slipping off from her shoulders to expose bare, pale, skin beneath. She wore a singlet, a pair of boots, but nothing else. Red hair trailed behind her like the flames of hell, like the blood of the fallen, and by the blank, empty, look on her face it was intended to appear to be just that. "In the darkness there is no hope." For a moment her jog slowed, and it appeared as though she had tripped, leaning forwards and then teetering back while still moving. "There is no shadow, but an abyss." Suddenly she leaned forwards and kicked off with her left foot, which had kicked up a small cloud of dust behind her a her feet left the ground. "Death is mercy, but I do not show it." Her body flung forwards with a force-propelled leap that brought her no further from the ground than standard running height, much like a sprint but without taking the energy to run. "In His voice.. there is no light; Only Darkness." The final words to leave her lips echoed throughout the expanse both physically and telepathically, a habit of the soft-spoken Battlelord. Her right foot touched the ground, still quite a distance away from the violet-eyed Jedi Master, and she swiftly returned to a sprint aided by the force, her intent obviously to approach the woman she had known as Corvus as quickly as possible. She could feel it racing through her, the adrenaline, her blood, oxygen, and all the euphoria of the inevitable clash that was to come. Her eyes began to widen, the black eyeliner that stamped her eyelids and pointed down her cheeks emphasizing the red that glowed within her swirling orbs, and her bruised-black lips curled up to a smile, one of madness, of insanity. Closer now, and closer still. At long last [member="Corvus Raaf"] was close enough for her to target, to assault, to drag into this fiery tango that was death. Forwards she leaped, both hands flying up from her sides with twin sabers in hand, and just as she neared the Jedi master at a remarkable speed her sabers ignited. Like her hair they burned bright, red, and their blades were loose, burning so brightly and incoherently that they appeared to be literal flames. What they touched would ignite in flames, the effect of her weapons of witchcraft and the crystals within.

 

[Darth Veles]

Objective: B
Location: 9, moving to 7
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Saiah"] [member="Jardo Snow"]
Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"]
Gear: Lightsabers, clothes.

Hearing the others confirm what awaited them came shortly after Darth Veles felt the tingle of their nearby presence, like a fish flopping against a calm sea’s surface and sending ripples in all directions, fairly Light Side oriented signature, most likely not belonging to another Sith with unique views. The time has come for Avreet to resort to his most favourite of powers, utilizing each and every to the fullest with no need for help from the Light Side of the Force that coursed through his body like some missionary of peace. Venefica’s words addressed to Avreet became inaudible before the sentence even finished, as the Mon Cal found himself already bending light and sound waves around his body and swiftly vanishing before the group’s very eyes, just like his presence and signature have vanished some time ago.

The invisible assassin stroked the ignition button of the hilt up until now resting peacefully in his left hand – and the activation produced no sound, no light, despite the lightsaber being turned on. Even the characteristic humming’s been silenced by the Sith Lord’s mastery over the power, turning him into a perfect tool of assassination, one that killed his targets unseen and unheard, like a ghost, a phantom, delivering sincere regards from the One Sith. Death.

The Republic soldiers received no attention from him; Avreet aimed to cut off the head of the snake, remove the main threat before dealing with the minor annoyances around there. The greatest danger was surprisingly young, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing; if anything, it indicated the Jedi Order’s veteran fighters already slept in shallow mass graves and the Order started sending children to deal with the One Sith’s unstoppable force. Some people were destined to die young – such as this Jedi. It reminded him of a certain Jedi saying: it is natural to die. The spike of power radiating off her form did not bother Veles either; he had fought greater giants, all powerful, most dead by now.

Careful and elegant steps that would have revealed a Makashi user if not for the invisibility carried him closer and closer to the Jedi, but unlike Ferus, the Mon Cal chose not to approach the woman directly; getting into her back or side spelled success if he wished to deliver a fatal blow, a single strike that did not have to cut the Jedi into pieces to end her. The beauty of Makashi lied elsewhere, in precision and elegance that made it Veles’ favourite form. The blade itself remained pointed downwards so far as the Mon Cal circled around the Jedi, keeping respectful distance just in case, then stopped several metres away from the Jedi’s left side, large eyes observing Ferus’ work.

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Objective: Waiting for the battle to start
Location: Objective B area 10 moving to section 9
Allies: The One Sith, and rudeness [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Saiah"] [member="Jardo Snow"]
Enemies: Republic, [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
Gear: 2x Lightsabers Hide armour 2x handcannons and stashed away encase I need it later 1 disruptor cannon and ammo

She was board waiting for some to give her an order, so she decide to get up and move out. She moved northward through the fuel depo, there she could hear fighting. She began to move closer grinning as she did, as she wanted to fight something. After all how else could she prove herself worthy of a knight hood, if not by stomping all over some Jedi. She got closer and saw them, she smiled and waited for a moment. She began to think inwards, bringing herself to a rage. Her light sabers became ignited, and she got ready to join in the fray.

 

[Cryax Bane]

OBJECTIVE C

Location: A22
Allies: [member="Reverance"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Darth Raven"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Nerius"] [member="Sabik Dhami"] [member="Yurzhoc Shai"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Enemies: [member="Weiss"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="SC-4486"] [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]
Gear:
Red Raven Shot Caller Armor
CZ-836 Assault Rifle
Augmented Reality Contacts
Blue Phoenix
PLX-2M portable missile launcher
20 EMP Grenades

NPCs

Spoiler

38 X TA1 Battle Droids
50 X TA2 Super Battle Droids
2 AT-AW
5 Tartoros Class Walkers
10 CRC Slicers
2 Probe Droids

Objective: Setting up, doing surveillance, slicing
Locations: A22, B22

[youtube]https://youtu.be/Tqymo0sVUwE[/youtube]​

Cryax Bane, Chiss slicer extraordinare wore many different hats on his blue head. Elite slicer for the One Sith. Councilmember of the Coruscant Rotary Club. Newly-minted Imperial Governor of Csilla. And now, Battlefield Commander on Ord Mirit. Unlikely? Perhaps, but not unheard of. During his days as President of the Red Ravens Criminal Syndicate, Cryax lead his fair share of military operations, especially on Makeb, a planet coveted for its rich Isotope 5 mines and therefore a frequent target of attacks.

The Chiss roamed the canyon in battered Phrik armor stolen from the armory of the Red Ravens during his betrayl of the organization, so Cryax was well-protected from enemy fire. However, playing field commander for his forces made slicing a nearly impossible task, even for him. To do the digital dirty work, Bane had called upon the ten best slicers from the Coruscant Undercity who would work under his explicit direction to launch the most devastating kinds of cyber warfare on One Sith enemies.

The Chiss commander felt good about the One Sith’s defense, and confident in the battle droids, AT-AWs and walkers at his command. There was only one minor problem.

Cryax Bane had an intense phobia of the Yuuzhan Vong.

Well, maybe that wasn’t such minor problem.

Either way, it was an inconvenience that the Chiss just needed to suck it up for the time being. As a member of the One Sith, the slicer had a nice, comfy spot sitting at the feet of the Sith Lords and Ladies on Coruscant. Bane wasn’t about to give up a good thing just because the Vong made his skin crawl. So here he was, just like on Kashyyyk, fighting Republic forces, an unorthodox field soldier, but an effective one.

The slicers had begun their work on trying to disrupt enemy communications through hacking into satellites above Ord Mirit. Meanwhile two probe droids began to hover up out of the crevasse and head out to relay the enemy positions to the Chiss through his ARCs. Even if the little metal spies got blasted out of the sky, the slicer would at least get Holofootage of their positions. Once the information feed came, he could deploy his droids and walkers. His Vongy abomination of a half-brother was here on the battlefield somewhere. Needless to say the siblings would not be fighting side-by-side today.

Summary of Actions

Spoiler

Set up stuffs
Sent out two probe droids to the NorthWest and SouthWest of the map
Begin slicing into satellites to disrupt enemy comms, hide yo networks

 

[Vrag]

Objective: C
Location: I15, in the air with the rest of the Otliq
Allies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Yurzhoc Shai"] | [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Nerius"] | [member="Darth Raven"] | [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Sabik Dhami"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Enemies: [member="Alva Calvarona"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] | [member="Ali Hadrix"] | [member="SC-4486"] | [member="Weiss"]
Gear: Vonduun Skerr Ygdris, Vonduun Skerr Dhaladii, Chom-Huun, Lightsaber, Vulcan Blaster Rifle + disruptor

Spoiler: NPC

Objective: Kill
Location:

• I15 (1x Yorik-Vec, 5x Nuhlrokka, air)
• F9 (1x Yorik-Vec, 5x Nuhlrokka, air)
• B10>B11 (1x Yorik-Vec, air)
• I16 (Hunters, on the cliffs)

Units:

• 1x Nuhlrokka = 10 NPC
• 3x Yorik-Vec with payloads of Grutchinya = 90 NPC
• Legion Yun'Do:
  100x Hunters = 100 NPC
• 1x Otliq'Nuhlrokka [10x Nuhlrokka] = 100 NPC

Spoiler: NPC Equipment

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

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

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Even after all these years, it was still a jarring feeling to be part of something so grand, to be a link in that giant lattice that connected every single beast of war of the One Sith, an all-encompassing feeling that made her chest swell with something akin to pride. As one, the forces of the Sith and their allies would rain fire and molten rock upon the enemy stuck between the deep crevasses threaded through the earth, turning their path into hell incarnate as napalm would coat the walls and earth with its perennial flame.


She would observe all of this through a multitude of spectrums, a view that that was especially odd to someone as self-centered as Vrag. It used to be confusing, too, but she'd had enough practice with the duality that it bothered her no more, save for the nagging voice of paranoia telling her that her thoughts were at their most vulnerable here, that a single industrious mind with enough power could breach those defenses she'd spent years building; it was this that kept her grounded in the midst of battle, kept her sharp and on her toes, on the lookout for danger in the ever-fickle weather of war as she kept close watch of the forces under her command.

The Yorik-Vec and its Nuhlrokka escort had shot for cloud cover as soon as it had dropped its load of ravenous insects, but it seemed that the enemy wasn't nearly as eager to see them leave, launching two missiles after the fleeing craft. Unfortunately for them, however, the enemy had forgotten about the swarm of those same insects descending between the pair of missiles and the Yuuzhan Vong ship, making any kind of accurate targting nigh impossible. One of the projectiles would bring a swift, fiery end upon a pair of grutchinya that it encountered on its way upwards, exploding mid-air and clearing a momentary hole in the swarm though which the second missile managed to whizz before it could close again. The Yorik-Vec, roaring as it was straight up, wasn't at its full speed, and thus the missile managed to catch up with the tail end of the gunship… only to be introduced to the dovin basals propelling said ship, and promptly consumed by the singularities.

And then they were gone, darting into the gathering cumuli to fly over to their new target at G10, roaring far above the artillery being unloaded upon their enemy below. Through that seamless, if uncomfortable union of technological, organic, and Force knowledge, Vrag would communicate to them where to strike next, drawing upon her firm connection with Gabriel as she directed the Yorik-Vec and the Nuhlrokka.

As the first gunship screamed in the heights, the larval grutchinya in its belly gorging on their host to grow and evolve into their adult form, a second Yorik-Vec would cut above the clouds, keeping to the allied side until it was time to cross over. The craft would be relayed the enemy location, betrayed through the battlefield-wide Shatterpoint, and then it would turn down for a deadly vertical drop above B11, opening fire upon them with the Yaret-Kor protruding from its flesh as it closed in. With timing born of two organics working together in tandem, the ship would then pull up in a sharp "J"-trajectory, its belly ripping open to release the mature half of grutchinya upon the troops in B10 and B11. The Yorik-Vec would then take to the clouds once more, dovin basals working in overdrive for a fast getaway.

The first gunship had replenished its payload of mature grutchinya in the meantime, mirroring the assault trajectory of its northern sibling as it descended behind the forces of [member="Alva Calvarona"] and [member="SC-4486"] that were pushing forward towards the river, dispensing its swarm of insects again as it came in low behind them, staying out of allied artillery range. Its Yaret-Kor would keep firing at the exposed backs of the the infidel machinery, combining its fire with the shelling from above as it would try and take out the legs of their walkers with its large-caliber, molten-rock projectiles careening straight at the enemy traversing the narrow chokepoint. The released grutchinya would then be directed at the looming walls of the canyon, intent on eating through the red rock in bulk and exploit the innate nature of ravines; the eroded and unstable stone would soon give out under the assault of hundreds, and a veritable avalanche would either bury them alive, or chase them out into the open even as it blocked the way back.

As it had once before, the vessel would then shoot straight up for the skies again, protected by its dovin basals and the anti-laser aerosol released by the Nuhlrokka accompanying it as it fled the scene of the crime at high speeds.



Summary of Actions:

• Yorik-Vec and 5x Nuhlrokka at F9, Yaret-Kor fire at walker legs [G9], another load of grutchinya (to collapse the walls of the canyon [G9, G10])
• Yorik-Vec flies to the north on the OS side, Yaret-Kor fire upon infantry [B11, B10], grutchinya released at the same infantry [B11, B10]
• Both Yorik-Vec pull out in a "J"-trajectory

 

[Andras Garon]

Objective: B
Location: Fuel Depot, Sector 4
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: One Sith/Especially [member="Tes Dralyn"], [member="Sena Lassiter"], [member="Ameli Trahir"]
Gear:

Spoiler

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

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...Andras had continued to move through the sector of the Fuel Depot he currently occupied. Up to this point the Mandalorian hadn't met any resistance or seen signs of hostile movement through the Depot however that could change quickly if he allowed himself to relax and be caught unaware. After Andras had moved, following lengths of pipe that were likely used in the refueling process somewhere, he would have taken another knee, shouldered his E-17 Assault Rifle via a strap and brought his right arm back around so that he could access the datapad integrated into his Neo Crusader Armor...

...the datapad would come to life upon his activation of it, Andras would navigate the interface easily and within moments a small diagnostic check was made of the surrounding area as well as any battlefield reports that his comms might have picked up on local, unencrypted transmissions. There wasn't much information. Andras studied what he did know and most of it was limited to Republic Forces having engaged the One Sith on two fronts aside from this one. Eyes turned front again after he'd browsed the datapad and Andras positioned himself...

...remaining low, using the natural cover of the Fuel Depot to his advantage Andras would wait, quietly, for someone designated as an enemy to move through the area. The E-17 Assault Rifle remained shouldered for the moment however Andras was hardly at a disadvantage. The Mandalorian had come prepared for a fight as many of his people did; he would be prepared for most anyone that stumbled across him...
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[Graf's Archive Account]

Objective: Kill the Sith Parasites
Location: Somewhere near [member=Weiss] and [member="Alva Calvarona"], G-10
Allies: GR, IR, blah
Enemies: OS

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NPC FORCES:

• AT-FAT x3
• Boulder-dozer x2
• AT-ST x4 (One got destroyed)
• Storm Commandos x30
• All at G-10

For [member="Cryax Bane"]

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Well, Obviously we have a slicer on Ord Mirit, hide yo command codes, hide yo networks cause they be slicin everythin out there.

SC-4486 had a really bad feeling about being in the canyon, so his fears were confirmed when he heard buzzing behind his forces, so he had his AT-STs turn around shoot the living hell out of every single bug they saw and also tried shooting at the Yorek-Vec, but kept concentrated fire on those horrid grutchinya as the Yorek-Vek was retreating into the sky, one of the AT-FATs legs got destroyed by the Yorek-Vek's Yaret-Kor fire, but it was still stable due to it's many legs. , the fear factor increased when one of his AT-STs got hit when an artillery shell and exploded right there and then, tumbling over lifelessly as it's crew was embroiled in a fiery inferno, That was it, that was all it took for SC-4486 to get angry beyond belief, He did everything he could to shoot down those bugs, rage had filled him, an unnatural rage, something that his co-pilot could feel, He wanted those bugs dead.

He ordered the Storm Commandos to man the AT-FATs rear turrets and shoot everything they could at the bugs, kill them before they attack the walkers, He suddenly had a bright idea as he saw that the grutchinya were crawling on the walls, he immediately ordered the walkers to fire at any remaining napalm at their position, in an attempt to ignite it and burn those bugs, It had a slight chance of working, but there was probably only a minuscule amount of napalm left, He atleast had to try.

 

[Darth Timoris]

Location : B - 7
Objective : Overcome disappointment
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"]
Theme: dɪsəˈpɔɪntm(ə)nt/

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrC_yuzO-Ss

‘The pain I've been subjected to
But the Lord himself would blush
The countless feasts laid at my feet
Forbidden fruits for me to eat
But I think your pulse would start to rush

Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

Morality would frown upon
Decency look down upon
The scapegoat fate's made of me
But I promise now, my judge and jurors
My intentions couldn't have been purer
My case is easy to see.’

If disappointment was palpable, you could have built a starship with the amount that was leaking from Melori now.

It had started so well — the years of torment, the time spent comatose, the pain endured, all worth it to fulfil her dream. Telti was a false start — she’d faced a common soldier who had run off as soon as it got interesting. But here she’d sensed it was coming together — her time about to be rewarded. Ruusan was a warm-up — this was going to be the real deal. He’d appeared from the crowd like a Jedi — but just as people underestimated her, looks can truly be deceiving.

Her face could not hide her dismay.

"Sorry to disappoint, Blondie but I'm not a Jedi.”

She didn’t even fight the pull of the telekinetic force that dragged her to him. Instead she stared at him. What’s a girl got to do to find a Jedi to fight these days? Surely being a Sith counted for something here of all places?

Her eyes revealed how despondent she was, her subtle shake of the head merely underlined her disenchantment. She simply stood there next to him before shouting at the top of her voice, “ARE THERE ANY FETHING JEDI HERE THAT WANT TO KARKING FIGHT ME OR NOT?’

She glanced at the boy in front of her. “No offence, I’m sure you’re lovely and all that but..you’re just not my type. You see, for me it’s personal.”

 

[Sage Bane]

OBJECTIVE C

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

NPCs

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

Yuuzhan Vong Equipment and Munitions:

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

Explosions assaulted the canyon from both sides of the battle, as Rakamat fire crisscrossed with that of Republic missles. Sage could hear the whommm of the dovin basal as they absorbed the missile fire. Best of all, he could feel the pride of the Supreme Commander as the canyon erupted into chaos. Over the Sith Lord’s oggzil, it sounded like Vrag’s Yorik-Vec were dive bombing a new position, and Sage ordered his Rakamats to fire accordingly. One Rakamat would continue to fire at the current position (F8), and other siege lizard would turn its Yaret-Kors, seeking out a new trajectory. With a mighty roar, the battle beast begin launching its arc of molten plasma onto the Republic forces (B10)

As dramatic as it was, these attacks were merely Sage’s prelude to the main attraction, his dark arts of illusions and Sith magic. Admittedly, focusing on summoning while listening to all the jabbering in Sage’s oggzil was a heroic task, and one that Sage was not used to. However, the Sith illusionist had learned ways to quiet certain parts of his mind using the Dark Side, and with enough focus on compartmentalizing the oggzil’s buzzing, the chatter of the Vong forces were but an echo in his head. As a swamp-green mist began to surround him, his shadow, cast long on the rocky ground, began to undulate, giving birth to strange shapes. The ethereal forms leapt from his shadow, their black smoke, churning together to create anthropomorphic shapes that finally became magnificent shadow beasts, his Hadzuska Rowa.

In a few minutes, twenty shadow beasts, stood hunched with their bellies huffing, scanning the battlefield with glowing red eyes. He ordered half of them West out of the crevasse where they would have line of sight on enemy forces. From there, he could project his powers onto the ten forward line Hadzuska Rowa, using their eyes as a second sight. Through the beasts, he could sense thirty forces, Storm Commandos, dealing with Vrag’s Grutchinya. Perhaps it was time for him to give them a bit of relief from his comrade’s bugs. Quietly cursing his oggzil's interference, Sage began to call upon the Dark Side to thread through the psychic tether that bound him to his wolves. Through the Sith familiars, Sage would attempt to reach out and grab hold of the troopers minds. With no mental shields, the troopers would surely have no choice but to do as he commanded. As he twisted their minds with his Dark Sided power, he slipped an irrefutable suggestion into their minds. They were to immediately flee to the river and drown themselves in the deepest parts of it.

Summary of Actions

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1 Rakamats firing at F8 with continuous plasma cannon fire
1 Rakamat firing at B10 with continuous plasma cannon fire
Created 20 illusionary Hadzuska Rowa
Left 10 Hadzuska Rowa at C18
Moved 10 Hadzuska Rowa to D14
Attempting to use the Hadzuska Rowa to mind control the Storm Commandos at G10

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Objective: B.
Location: Section 9 - 7
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Jardo Snow"], [member="Darth Ferus"].
Enemies: Republic Intruders and their Jedi dogs. [member="Aela Talith"]
Gear:

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[SIZE=9pt]Lightsabre. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Hidden Blade[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Assassin Armour[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Portable Shield,[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] DL-44 heavy blaster, and a vibrodagger[/SIZE]

With impressive quickness, the group spurred into motion once they sensed the Jedi’s presence. Darth Ferus darted off in his dark form and Darth Veles simply disappeared, as he was wont to do. Saiah was about to rush after when the two republic soldiers entered, one of which was thrown at her feet like a bone to a hound. Saiah was not one to refuse a gift or disobey the command, especially when presented so neatly. Her left hand grasped the soldier’s neck as she leaned down. With her right hand, she traced a line down his forehead as she pushed her way into his mind and begun digging up the worst of his memories.

She could feel the fright oozing from her victim as she set her grey eyes on hm. It fed her, nourished her, empowered her and when his fright peaked and the man’s mental walls crumbled, she stood up and activated her sabre. Then, with a nonchalant swipe of her scarlet blade across his neck, she carved a deep chasm in the flesh of his neck and looked down upon him with an amused smile as his body failed.

Red was now bleeding into the irises of her eyes as the Dark Side fuelled her mind and body. Saiah’s hands practically trembled with anticipation, she wanted more, and she would find it in Sector 7.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Objective: B (Battle the Ghost of Christmas Past)
Location: Section 1
Allies: Me, myself and I
Enemies: [member="Darth Atrophia"]
Gear: Saber, Shoto and the Force (it’s all a girl needs)
Theme: Serenity

‘Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference.’

Corvus was…serene. To all intents and purposes she was waiting for a friend to arrive for a chat. The Code was clear. The Code was specific. And the Code was too often ignored by Jedi - much to her chagrin. So she conquered arrogance, overconfidence, defeatism, stubbornness and recklessness amongst other things.

And she walked slowly forwards, prepared to use the Force for knowledge and defence, never for aggression and she genuinely cared for those that would fall today — for a Jedi who did not care about those that died, even Sith was on the path to the Dark-side.

They were opposites in so many ways — even in their current body language. The Sith was exuding power and pace whereas Corvus was…well serenity and peace. The age old struggle here for all to witness in its purest form. Light versus dark, good versus evil, Jedi versus Sith. There was a perfect symmetry to the occasion — and it was likely only one would walk away from the encounter today. The outcome would not change the fight — it had endured for millennia — but that didn't make it any less valid.

She allowed her cloak to slip off her shoulders as she walked, her saber and shoto still clipped to her belt. When it was time to act, the Force would inform her. It was not about holding her nerve as the Sith Lord approached at inhuman speed, but rather one of her many mantras. One she’d ingrained in every Padawan she’d ever taught.

Trust in the Force. People will let you down. Governments will let you down. Even you will let you down. But the Force will never let you down. So she trusted it implicitly — with her life.

The Sith Lord was almost upon her but still her sabers remained on her belt — they would not be drawn until the last moment. It was as it has always been with Corvus — time changes many things, but not the Jedi, not the Code. Until there was no other option she would not draw her sabers — it was simply not the Jedi way. And nor was kneeling in front of the Sith.

Corvus smiled politely. "There shall be no bowing down today. But I shall accept your surrender at any time. Sadly I don't expect you to accept now, but please heed my words. I have no desire to kill you, but of you leave me no choice, I know there will still be truth between my heart and the Force." Her voice remained calm, impassive almost. Infuriating no doubt!

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Noble-class Star Defender Agincourt
Allies: [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Lugus Porkins"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Torin Varik"] | [member="Tålamod Shapochka"]
Enemies: [member="Irys Arist'lar"] | [member="Nulgath Zardai"]
Objective: A

"Three groups of ships," observed his aide, "And they're not all sith..."

"Yes, that's true," said Gir, glancing around.

I need to get him away from me...He quickly glanced to an empty console, and gestured towards it, "Lieutenant, man that console and see if you can decode or interpret any of their transmissions. Let me know if you discover anything of interest."

The other man dutifully strolled over to the station and got to work, while Gir immersed himself in assessing the situation. He hadn't expected there to be any Techno Union ships present, much less for them to appear in such numbers. It entirely threw off several of his calculations, but at the same time, he hadn't fully expected his plan to work without a hitch. He would have to adapt. Already, the admiral had directed the helmsman of the Agincourt to lead his trio of ships in a forward flanking movement towards his left. Such as a vast quantity of space between the opposing vessels made it unlikely that any of the capital ships present were going to be under attack, though it was possible that the agile strikecraft could reach each other and enter a dogfight. But the admiral did not concern himself with those ships for the moment, having released them to be controlled directly by their commanders. He trusted the leadership in the squadrons enough that he wouldn't have to micro-manage them, though a certain degree of cooperation and coordination would still be needed between the two groups.

Instead, the man began studying the designs in front of them. He had seen most of the starships at Terminus, yet that encounter had not presented him a good opportunity to fully understand them or their functions.

Summary of Actions:

Spoiler

-Agincourt, Dasher, and Harrier move to their left and forward

Map

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[Disciple]

[member="Norrin Fulk"]

Objective: B
Location: Area 1
Allies: Sith
Enemies: See above

"Play, kill; Two words, same meaning." The shambling metal thing said, teetering forward on uncertain footing as circuitry tried to right itself within the damaged shell. Three bolts came, and at the last instant Disciple summoned up another shield. Again, smoke and shrapnel obscured the soldier's view momentarily. But, stubbornly, the droid continued to move forward, surer now. More certain.

Like a fraud shedding an identity, he shifted gears until he was moving forward at a brisk, determined pace. "You will play." Came the voice again, this time from the droid.

"And then you will die."

A hand rose and the Force welled within the being, erupting out in an attempt to drag the man forward and towards Disciple. The closer they got, the closer Disciple's aura would get; a slow, heart stilling terror, settling cold as ice within the chest. Ancient. Decrepit. Horrifying.

Almost as horrifying as McYoda's actual ingredients. Seriously, check it out. I can't make this stuff up.

"Or don't, I don't really care." The droid adds as an afterthought.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective B[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Sitting on a ledge[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]What was it that Carach smelled on the currents of the Force? It was a scent that had been radiated so many times already and yet it was so foreign in this particular environment. Huge armies would clash against each other, AT-ATs crashing into durasteel wreckages. There was a clinic beauty, a sort of art in a war… or at least there should be.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But as Carach stretched himself out, as those burning eyes wandered across the horizon, as they noticed the blue fire ignited itself and as the Sith Lord sighed to himself? He realized the scent on the wind.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]That would be telling though.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Finally he allowed himself to jump from the ledge, landing in the midst of an empty promenade - a long fall, but the Force cushioned it to a degree that the pain was acceptable, if not expected. His movements blurred as he started to run in a lazy jog, the scene around him slowing down and five seconds turned into two into one, then he was on the scene.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A blonde, kind eyes filled with sadness, a frown that shouldn’t have been there. Anywhere else Carach would have tried to cheer her up, but this was a war and the blue fire in her hands marked her as one of the Jeedai.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]She would have to die, sadly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Have you come to die, Master Jedi?” the soft hum of his voice would reach her ears, mesmerizing, slow and steady in its beat. There was surprising understanding in that voice.[/SIZE]

 

[Kana Truden]

Objective B
Location: Somewhere you’re not.
Duelling: [member="Darth Carach"]

Kana came to a halt. A falling figure in the distance was her cue, her bait had been snapped up. At least that was what she would assume by the rapid approach of a man looking to protect his home. The wind carried her hair across her face, curls and loose strands looking to tickle her across her cheeks and nose as if the battlefield wasn’t raging around them. The part where she would plant her face in the dirt hadn’t come yet but it soon would, of that she had no doubt.

The only question, the man’s question, if it would be the last thing she ever did remained to be seen.

“Yes.” The woman spoke up. A chill ran down her spine as if just uttering the word itself was a curse. “I have.”

That however didn’t mean she was just going to lie down and let it happen without resistance. Her saber hummed in her hand for a reason. Perhaps it was a wish for a modicum of glory before she’d perish, or perhaps it was the curious daydream of a mind too obsessed with it’s own self-pity and doubt that it simply didn’t know any better.

Following her standard routine Kana raised her saber in front of her and pointed it at her opponent. She didn’t bother with names, they didn’t really matter at this point. Besides, he was a Sith Lord. What did he care for names of his enemies? No doubt she was one of many, a pixel in a grand picture. Her eyes locked into his, grey on orange. Her eyebrows perked and her head tilt in a message that she was preparing herself for a fight.

Usually she didn’t want them to know, but this was an exception.

Her eyes skimming along the horizon she made sure her sword followed close-by not long after. There was force applied to it, speed too, but in all she did lie the telltale signs that this Jedi Master simply didn’t care anymore.

After all, what was yet another death for those that dished it regularly?