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Objective: B Location: Sector 6 Allies: Sith Enemies: [member="Turin Val Kur"] Gear: Personal lightsaber
For the briefest of seconds it seemed as if a connection of sorts had sprung up via the Force upon his approach, But it was dissipated in the next second with the explosion of a mortar that threw them both backwards and into the room. Attempting some sort of semi-graceful landing, Keira twisted in the air, rolling when she hit the ground and jumping to her feet shortly thereafter. There was no question she was bruised, but that was better than a broken bone. A simple manipulation of the Force and her lightsaber was in her left hand once more, ignited even before her fingers closed around it. He responded much in kind, and for a moment the hum of their blades was the only sound. Carefully she studied him - what had that spark in the ethereal been about? - but could glean nothing, through the physical realm or otherwise.
Eventually he spoke, though what was said did little to answer the unspoken question that hovered about the edge of her conscious mind. The words meant little and less to her, but the careful nudge of the Force told her otherwise, prodding her to look deeper. That she would feel a bond with a Jedi, of all people, was strange enough. Her abandonment of the Order had been the end of those ties, or so she had thought. Apparently this one had other ideas about those thoughts. As he walked about her she moved in kind, always keeping him in front of her and never letting her gaze stray. Despite the words spoken, she knew this could easily turn more physical in mere seconds. Whether or not he would be the instigator of this particular conflict remained to be seen.
"You're a bit too light for a Sith, and I'd say I'm too dark to ever fit in with the Jedi. That would put us on opposite sides of the battlefield, wouldn't you think?" Alright, so maybe she was having a bit of fun, being her usual sarcastic self. As if anyone that knew her would have expected much of anything different. Slowly she was drawing on the Force, though her outward appearance remained casual, nonchalant. Or as carefree as it could be, given that she was on a live battlefield across from an enemy she had no qualms with killing, should it come to that. But carefree nonetheless. "And besides, haven't you ever heard that it's rude to keep a lady waiting? I expected better from you Jedi." It was there her progress halted, as she released what energy she had built up in a telekinetic burst. The fight was finally joined.
Objective: B Location: Sector 9 Allies: One Sith | [member="Vengeance"] Enemies: Galactic Republic | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Vol Nanna"] Gear: Lightsaber, Outfit, DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle
Greta moved into the room where she had detected the rogue presence earlier. The rogue presence that indicated that its owner was neither Sith nor Jedi, and a mix of both light and dark. As she tapped deeper into the force, the blonde acolyte now detected two more force signatures in the sector. These were more recognisable and she knew them to belong to both a Jedi and a Sith. Jedi. Looks like she would have a fight on her hands after all. Excitement raced in her blood, fueling her bloodlust for combat as the girl hurriedly approached the room where the signatures were coming from. Unclipping her saber from her belt as she gripped it firmly in her hands, Greta dashed around the corner before entering the room. There, she came upon the three figures that the force signatures had belonged to. A teenage girl, a young man, and a fury wolf-like humanoid creature.
What in the kriffing hell was that?
From the taunts and insults coming from the man as he spared with the girl, Greta presumed him to be Sith, and that would make him an ally. The girl on the other hand, looked alot younger than she was, well into her teenager years, it seemed like. A strong possibility of her being the rogue presence. Then there was the third figure in the room, that furry creature. From the robes it wore to the saber he held, it was no doubt a Jedi. The blonde acolyte's face scrunched up in disgust at the sight of it. She would certainly love to defeat it. Greta saw the creature pointing its saber at the already engaged Sith, and with a casual press of a button, ignited her saber, before sending a yell its way. "It's me you'll fight creature!" Clicking her tongue, she continued in disgust. "What kinda freak are you? Kriffing hell."
Objective: B-7
Location: Just a bit aways from the Depot now
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Jardo Snow"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"]
Gear: In the Signature
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=um1hh6QsWsU
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The now burning red orbs narrowed with pure hate. This was cowardice. Hiding within a bubble when she challenged them? Cowards deserved painful deaths. Deserved to suffer. The weak earned a quicker death than those who cower such as this. Just a mere foot from the girl, the blood raged demon of a man lifted up a single foot. His fire would fade now, the black flame slowly becoming nothing, and the constant feeling of the Force being burned away faded all the same.
He was simply going to stomp on the bubble, but he stopped just as another presence flared to his side. Slowly he tore away his gaze from the infuriatingly calm face of Aela, to see another Jedi. And more importantly, the huge amount of energy this man let off right from the get go.
No longer would he try to pop the bubble, and would in fact turn to the blast coming in his direction. Ferus was only on the outer edge, as the blast was meant to avoid the Jedi's ally, and with both arms up his own shimmering would form. A black mist that quickly became a solid wall, licking with flames Hypocritical, but in his mind the shimmering black was a temporary thing.
And it was. As soon as the blast ended the Iridonian in a human body burst through his own barrier, quite literally leaping through it. His golden saber was off now, and with both hands forward as he ran, the Hand would reach out with invisible tendrils. The Protector of Tython would find these ropes of the Force to wrap around his limbs within a second. A heartbeat later, and this Jedi would find himself ripped from where he stood, going right to the Darth if he did not resist it.
A toothy grin formed on Ferus's face as he ran though. This was a real challenge, not one who would hide behind a bubble. He already initiated the attack, already sent the Force as a weapon. Fueled by his blood lust and rage, the Sith moved faster than even a Jedi Master could keep his eyes on. For too long now he had been perfecting a way to keep his opponents off guard, and now with his intentions and thoughts blocked off from the hood he wore on his head through the Terentatek lining, no amount of sensing or precognition would give away his strategies.
Anja's forces have thus far remained stationary, focusing entirely on their indirect artillery fire. Now as bizarre as it was it seemed the enemy had been moving at a much more rapid pace than anticipated, likely leaving behind those who couldn't keep up. The Golden Banner 5th prepared to unleash another volley of napalm rockets, awaiting orders. "Fire here," she identified where to fire the next volley; quickly the SMP gave out the orders and once again one hundred and twenty missiles headed for the enemy's position.
That wasn't the end of her attack, however. "I want the mobile guns and Akure to fire indirect artillery following the napalm." She gave the orders.
With the SMP's ability to coordinate artillery, the rockets launched in succession and following at safe intervals two seismic charges and continuous proton cannon fire was unleashed with the same trajectory. Orders given; Anja returned back to her book.
>Firing 120 napalm rockets at J-13 >Firing continuous proton shells at J-13 >Firing seismic artillery at J-13 (big badda boom)
Objective B Location: Somewhere you’re not. Duelling: [member="Darth Carach"]
For a second she twitched. He was talking about Elias. It had to be. Just a chain in the link of bad memories. Ancient history she never delved into with all else that was already going on. The twitch turned into a shake and then a shiver. Kana gritted her teeth and her face tensed up. The jedi healer’s lips thinned as in this very moment her emotions betrayed her.
“Never. Heard of.” She spoke through her gritted teeth. “Sounds like total fether.”
Kana’s hand clenched itself into a fist and she lowered her saber. Elias was dead to her, had been for a long time. The Sith had struck a nerve, that much was certain but it wasn’t the nerve he was looking for. Kana closed her eyes and took a deep breath. As much as her mind called out for it she had to keep herself calm, collected. She repeated the first line of the Jedi code to herself like a holotape stuck on repeat while her breathing intensified to the point where she wanted to drop her saber and let it fall to the muddy ground.
She didn’t. Instead her left hand unfolded itself once more. She had a fighting chance in this game and her palm was raised towards the Sith Lord in an attack on his nerves. An attempt to make him fall over, dizzy, nauseous, incapactiated. They were done talking, the part where they fought and where she possibly perished had come.
“You talk too much about things you have no knowledge of.” Her attack continued. “You speak as if Elias was someone importance. He’s not. He’s a bug beneath a boot, a speck on a windshield. He is a Truden, and the Trudens deserve nothing, NOTHING, but-...” She paused for a second and took a deep breath. “Shut up.”
Boldness, audacity, the Jedi spoke with a confidence that she had ascertained from her self-righteous boasting, as though her insufferable ideologies were greater, transcending even, that of death. "Open your eyes, Jedi, you lead your men, your women, children - sons, daughters - into a war you cannot win, waged on ideals, on your ideologies of righteousness. You have no power here, you are weak." She hissed, glaring at the woman as she retracted her blades in reaction to the sweeping defense presented to her. "You have remained just as immature, as foolish, as you have always been. Believe in your faithful force, on your guide, do what you will - because it will not save you, it cannot." Atrophia pressed as she stepped slightly back. The saber in her left hand twirled and she rotated her body towards the left and began her circling of the Grand Master. "The force, the dark side, and I are in symbiosis, as it will remain for the remainder of days. I feed on it and it lives through me, your death will be its sustenance for its masochistic ache, and I will be rewarded greatly. Not by any Dark Lord, by some pretender in robes with a lightsaber that has not seen use in decades, but by the raw ferocity of the dark side of the force." She continued, knowing full well that their exchange of words was of just as much of an importance as was their exchange of blows. Neither could be swayed without faltering, neither would falter until they wavered, and words served to act as that slippery slope. "You may have just reached your prime, dear Corvus, but when we met if you thought for even a moment that I was at my best, at my most powerful, then you best be prepared to be wracked by the torturous powers of the dark side. I shan't need a lightsaber to rend the flesh from your bones, to tear this entire building apart, but I want to see you crawl before I snuff out that light you call hope, and then I will send you to live forever with your guiding force." The Sith Lord sneered, her serpentine smirk fully on display.
She tilted her head back slightly, tensed the muscles in her neck, loosened those at her wrist, and laughed. "I am the most powerful force you will ever come to face, now and forever. I will grind your bones like a fine sand and use them to forge my blade of alchemy. If you believed that the teachings of Darth Andeddu were all to be had for me, that the olden Sith of the era of diluted Sith were to be my models, or that the Dark Lord was truly the greatest threat to the Jedi would ever face, you shall be sorely disappointed." She whispered, leaning forwards ever-so-slightly, and stopped spinning her left saber, crisscrossing her right saber through the air by her feet as she continued her slow circle. "There must be two, never more, never less. One to hold the power, one to crave it. Surely you know the words, do you not?" Atrophia said, almost giddy with excitement - her words almost whistling from her lips. "I will bring about the end to a mockery of history, a mockery of true power, and I shall come for your precious Jedi. But first you must be on your knees, you will grovel for mercy or die in the most shameful way you could ever know how." She continued with a firm smile, a thoughtful one. She knew every part of this play, ever word to say. The Jedi had her triggers, her buttons, and she would press every last one of them. She might be unfazed for now, she might even hold back the beast that the Sith Lord knew potentially lurked beneath the surface of her violet eyes. A spin of her left saber and a raise of her right and she half-stepped towards the Grand Master. "No words can penetrate your will, can they? You are such an insurmountable wall, an unbreakable fortress, bastion of peace and all that is good. A pity you cannot save your friends, your allies, or win a war. You will remain to watch your fellow Jedi toil in agony, die as foes best them. These false Sith that do not even take on a name? They will slay them, and then you, too, will fall with time - if you survive here. But you will fail, as will the Jedi Order. I am not the all-powerful might of destruction, the undefeatable wave of power, but I am the opposition, Corvus. I am the adversary. Yes, I have aged, as you have, but it is but a hopeless folly if you believe that I have fallen out of practice in my peak." Atrophia said as she brought both of the lightsabers in her hands to cross over the other, a move that resembled the potential act of Sai cha - if Corvus' neck had been between the two blades. "But perhaps you want to die.." She said quietly, almost thoughtfully - appearing to calm down significantly - before she suddenly stepped towards the Jedi master in a move that was entirely unlike Makashi - that of Juyo, a skill that had been learned and put into practice after their original duel. Left hand sweeping up and in with a powerful strike while her right carried the twin saber forwards in a jab. Methodical as she was, she could be unpredictable.
"Ma'am, we're picking up three enemy formations, several of them being ships identified as Techno Union forces," Captain Stirin informed her. "Admiral Quee seems to be moving to the center, perhaps to link up our forces?"
"Possibly," she muttered, looking over the display as she sensed two certain beings down on the surface. [member="Darth Raven"] and Melori were here . . . just great, but she had other things to worry about. Mainly dealing with the enemy fleet forces, but on the bright side, only a few ships present were One Sith fleet forces. One Wyyrlok and two Maladis, and the Techno Union ships.
"They rely mainly on droid forces, the Techno Union does," she mumbled. She was judging mainly by the past, but also the slight throwback to the old design in their capital ship and the fighters that had been deployed. Reaching out with the Force, she didn't sense as many living beings among their forces a fleet their size should suggest. There was only one Sith present among them too for some reason . . . strange.
"Let's regroup with Admiral Quee's forces, but move us down on the axis so we are below and to the side," she ordered. The group being lower on the axis would be useful once they engaged as it would force the enemy forces to either drop down or be attacked from beneath. "Keep our fighter screen mobile and keep our other pilots in ready. I want everything ready."
"Yes, Master Raaf," the captain said.
It was a pity her sister and the Council wouldn't allow the Jedi to hold military ranks, it would do so much more to be able to integrate the two in a comprehensive chain of command.
"Captain, have the Exeter, the Watchdog, and the Osprey move with us and to keep their weapons and shields primed."
Summary of actions:
Moving task force to the right, closer to Gir's forces, and slightly below to shift the axis of the battle lower when it erupts
[member="Norrin Fulk"]
Objective: B
Location: 1
Allies: Me
Enemies: That Guy
"Death lasts only as long as I allow it." Disciple was a typical Sith in that he suffered from rampant megalomania, and it did, certainly, show. There was a glimmer of something in the man's eyes. Perhaps surprise - surprise that a droid could use the Force? He was unsure. Perhaps he should... yes.
Perfect idea.
Disciple tilted his head as the man drew his sword. Blinking his one good eye - you couldn't blink the flaming one for obvious reasons - he instead opted for the opposite of what he'd just done. A welling of the Force, and he attempted to arrest the man's forward progress to hold him completely still, blade a few scant obscenities away from impaling the droid. Disciple had never seen a blade like this before.
He wasn't about to find out what it did.
Hopefully.
But what he was intent on doing was something different - reading the man's mind. It was a simple matter, in so much as these things could be. Reach in, pluck away the surface thoughts. No resistance? Go further.
What makes you tick.
Perhaps by now the soldier would realize... this Sith wasn't here for a fight. What he was here for...? Well, that was another question entirely.
As the battlefield thundered with the sounds of war, artillery fire blazed behind the little metal bodies of Cryax's probe droids as they began relaying the battlefield scenes back to his ARCs. The Chiss’ glowing red eyes impassively analyzed the information, much like a computer itself. The geeky slicer came up with a few dozen risk assessment scenarios and arrived at the conclusion that he needed to move closer to the dovin basals of the Rakamat. His position was way too open.
"I could have told you that, Sport," came his brother’s voice in his head.
He really wished that Sage would stop doing that.
Moving to his brother’s position meant getting cozy with the Vong, which made Cryax an itchy Chiss. However, what were a few terrifying torture flashbacks (thanks, Vong overlords), if it meant that the slicer lived to see another day. Another day in his wonderful life of being shot at in the Coruscant Undercity. Wasn't life grand?
Cryax, Cheunh curses clicking from his tongue, barked orders over his commlink to MOVE! as he scurried along the battlefield, and closer to Sage’s position in the canyon (D19), a crevasse which was relatively untouched by enemy fire. His AT-AWs and walkers stayed at the top on the ridge. His slicers and battle droids went down into the canyon. Cryax himself gingerly climbed the down the steep rocky stairs, not an easy feat in bulky Phrik armor. Knowing his luck, he’d slip on a jagged rock and pratfall to his doom before even getting to fire a shot. Finally, he scrabbled down the last step and joined his Hegemonic Battle Droids as they waited in formation. Now that they had their positions, the Chiss ordered his AT-AW pilots to fire their proton cannons at two positions (18, and G8). The metal beasts groaned and birthed the two turrets on each six-legged war machine. Proton cannons would pound the canyon at I8 and G8, raining shells on anything in their path, like the Republic’s Mythosaurs Mobile Fortresses.
Bane’s ten slicers, typing furiously on their Datapads, continued to use the Ord Mirit satellites, hovering serenely above the chaotic battlefield, as signal jammers. Commlinks, targeting computers, sensors. All of the enemy’s toys could be targets of cyberattacks. Bubbles of electromagnetic noise bounced to and from the sky to the canyon. It was slicing 101, but like all slicing operations, it would would not be instantaneous. If the Republic forces on Ord Mirit had a team of slicers on the field, perhaps they could counter the attacks like they had on Kashyyyk. One thing was for certain, slicers were a tenacious bunch, and would keep at it like dogs with bones, until they found a way to do it. That was the thrill of the slice.
Summary of Actions
Moved position to D19, D20 Ordered AT-AW to fire proton cannon at I8, Ordered another AT-AW to fire proton cannon at G8, both locations are against [member="Solan Charr"] Slicers are making moves to kark with enemy toys
There was a small buzz as Jacen flicked a switch on the side of his Occluder. A blue dot appeared on the side, indicating that it had been changed to the stun setting. At point blank range the scatter pistol would have cut the girl in half. Turning it around in his hand, he offered the lad the grip of the heavy pistol.
“Don’t know what you did exactly, but a good stun bolt should ensure a good long nap,” he said. His golden saber twisted with a buzz as he automatically aligned it in the path of a blaster bolt. The positioning was pinpoint accurate, and the bolt lanced back at its originator, burning a neat hole through his chest.
Checking he was clear to use his free hand again, Jacen reached for his belt and pulled free his AEL cuffs. “Fit her with these,” he instructed. They’d keep the Sith girl secure, at least. “How exactly are you planning on getting your new friend out of here?” he demanded. He damn well wished he could have struck her down, prisoners of war – when it came down to the practicalities – were an inconvenience. It could take two men off the field, and medical attention, to take one enemy prisoner. But of course, now she was down, she had to be dealt with in a responsible manner.
Objective: B
Location: Sector 6
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"]
Gear:
Robes of the Warrior; Blaster Pistol
Father's Silver Bladed Lightsaber - Tertiary
Ceremonial Battle Master Green, Single Bladed Dual-Phase Waterproof Lightsaber - Primary
x2 Semi-Permanent Magnetized Waterproof Blue Lightsabers - Secondary
His muscles tensed instinctively as he deactivated his weapon and threw up his arms to protect himself from the blast. He wrapped himself in the Force, protecting his body from harm, the air, still thick with debris suddenly became a cloud of dust, dirt and smoke as the blast kicked up a storm around him. Though seeing through the small dust storm would have been difficult, the iconic snap-hiss of his lightsaber would be more than enough warning that an attack was coming. He leaped from the debris no longer wielding a saberstaff, but two separate blades. With his right arm raised over his head and his left holding the blade in the reverse grip of djem so he set upon his enemy.
This was not Keira as he knew her. Keira had been a powerful and devout Jedi Knight and Force Willing had taken up his battle against the Sith after the Order realized he was gone. She had been one of the only Jedi to stand by him and his "radical" ideas towards the Sith. It was a shame that those ideas would be even less received here. But such thoughts of the past would cloud his judgement and cause his resolve to falter.
Objective: B.....defeat the Jedi/Pubs Location: Section 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"] l [member="Zaren Bouqi"] Gear:Lightsaber l Bone Armour l Sisterhood Emblem l Amulet of the Five
Many things could be said about Darth Venefica, most holding truth in them. She knew the ins and outs of lightsaber combat, facing foes with both courage and ferocity. She never believed in long drawn out fights, those usually ended bad for someone. And she also believed that when fighting Jedi, never give them an opportunity to fight where they felt comfortable. Putting them in relentless danger at all times.
So when the female Jedi moved quickly toward her lightsaber in hopes of catching it, Darth Venefica was already thinking three steps ahead; and pulling the lightsaber was just a distraction. On the heels of her first move as the lightsaber flew through the air, she sent a Force Blast toward the girl, that would either knock her further back from her weapon since she was focused on retrieving it , causing both girl and lightsaber to be separated; while her own blade would slice through the Jedi's hilt, attempting to destroy the weapon as it passed by her.
Or if the girl did manage to get her fingertips on her weapon, the strength of the Force ability should smack her with enough force to drive her back, causing her lightsaber to skitter away from her since her fingers would not have time to fully embrace her weapon. Either way, the girl would never reach her lightsaber.
Darth Venefica, with her own lit blade held tight in her hand and out in front of her, began ripping one then two bones from her hair as she stalked toward her opponent. She hurled one Tainted bone at the newly arrived male Jedi, never taking her eyes off the female Jedi. Drawing closer to the female Jedi. she opened up herself more to the Force, waiting for any clear signs of a ping or tremor in it.
"Surrender now," she said to the female Jedi. "And I shall spare you untold misery."
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Objective: B
Location: B-9
Allies: The Republic, [member='Lilin Imperieuse']
Enemies: The One Sith, [member='Vengeance'] , [member='Greta Kohler']
Gear: Lightsaber, Torn Battle Robe.
‘Creature? Freak? Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me.’ A simplified and childish version of a Jedi’s response to name calling. Not that the Sith meant to hurt Vol’s feelings. Vol just figured she was ignorant. It wasn’t as farfetched a thought as some would think considering the fact she was a Sith, also known as the order of sentients who thrived in ignorance. The Jedi were different. Vol was different; however he was a hothead.
“Never seen a Shistavanen before huh, huttspawn?” Vol nodded already knowing the answer. “And I’m sorry but if it’s a fight your after. I’ll have to decline.” Vol smiled flashing his fangs. Instead of intimidation he aimed at emanating amusement. There was no point in intimidating a Sith. Most of the Sith would never listen to a Jedi and this woman seemed no different. “You see I don’t waste my time with the stupid, or the weak.” Vol shrugged as if the enemy actually wasn’t a threat, then spun his saber around. The blade now pointed in the direction of the door he had come from rather than his opponent.
Still he kept his body ready. If his words had any effect they would lead to annoyance or anger. And neither of those two emotions would avoid the possibility of a fight. His right hand on the saber tightened enough for control but left enough slack for fluidity. Vol wouldn’t likely leave this room without a fight. And that thought turned him on. He was excited to be pained and to cause it. Which was not an ideal trait in a Jedi.
Strength: 300
Objective: Secure Positions on East Bank
Personal
Objective: Route Sith Military Forces on Ord Mirit
Location: Ord Mirit [L-10]
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.
Major Garrot Bader
Major Garrot Bader stood at the command console of the primary ACS-503 Mythosaur Fortress, dubbed Big Bear. It's massive metal feet crashed down into the water as it made the river crossing, sending pillars of white froth into the air with each step forward. He looked to the short cliff-face that stood at their 1200, its short, rust-colored rock would present little challenge. Bader looked to the right, Southward, where [member=Alva Calvarona] and her Imperial forces were fording the river as well, and taking the brunt of the Sith attack. Bader watched as molten balls of rock blanketed the landscape, the smoke trailing behind them blackening the Mirit sky.
The first artillery attack had left the West Bank smoldering and aflame, and now a new series of missiles were piercing the sky, angling for Alva's large, lumbering walkers. Proton energy rounds from the same artillery location cut through the air over head, missing their targets and exploding against the ground some miles to the West, behind their forces. Bader wondered why the line-of-sight energy weapons had even been used.
Several of the rockets struck deviated from their prescribed course by unseen forces, and Bader wondered if the Crinan woman herself had anything to do with that, aware of her Force abilities as he was. Two of the missiles struck one another in mid-flight and exploded, raining flame and debris into the water below.
The river continued ever onward, taking its new found passengers along Southward in the form of bodies and debris.
Turbolaser and cannon fire continued to stream from Alva's forces in a fury, and Bader could almost feel the rage in her and her crew. Grutchinya, fresh from their attack on a nearby cliffside to the South that temporarily trapped some of their force there, renewed the strength of their swarm and flooded the river, clinging to Alva's vehicles. Stormtroopers, attached to rappel lines, braved the exterior of their vehicles to handle the diminutive monsters with personal weapons and E-WEB cannons.
Bader winced as one of the AT-FAT's fell, embroiled in flame and churning with smoke. The vehicle shuddered, its large, humped back sagging backward as one of its rear legs suddenly shook and froze, then fell limply behind it's compatriots. Still the vehicle lumbered on, more slowly this time, and Bader let out a sight of relief as the missile barrage began to thin out.
Even so, his relief was short-lived as one of [member=SC-4486]'s AT-FAT's took a direct hit to the command unit from a series of blast bugs. The vehicle, having lost control, began to shiver and tip, its hydraulics losing their power over gravity. Slowly, inextricably, the vehicle toppled sideward and into the river, and was immediately mauled by a large group of Grutchinya. Bader gritted his teeth as the Big Bear continued onward. Little Bear, which was close by and commanded by Captain Lik'gul Havier, lumbered along sideward, and it was at this moment that Bader received a communique from the Twi'lek male. "Bader, it's Havier," Came the man's voice over the commlink. Swiftly, Bader keyed it. "I've got a warkeeper rushing the formation, do you see it?" Havier asked. Bader leaned forward and looked further South, where the other canyon opening lay on the East Bank of the river. Sure enough, sliding forward like a monstrous slug, a Yuuzhan Vong Warkeeper was charging the Imperial ranks from Sector J-12, it's dovin basals soaking up laser fire like a plant soaking up sunlight. Grabbing his macrobinoculars, Bader focused in on the beast, and spotted its rider, a mutilated Yuuzhan Vong soldier of great status, if the extent of his physical manipulations was to be considered. "What in the hell is he doing?" Bader wondered aloud. "It must be a trap. They're sending him out to entice us."
His Navigation Officer, Leftenant Ginny Wittard, perked up from her station. "I studied Yuuzhan Vong war culture and society of the modern age and Pre-Gulag period, and I'd say he's simply a traditionalist."
Bader looked over to Wittard, his brow furrowed. "How do you mean?" Wittard pursed her lips for a moment in thought. "He's charging alone, is he not?" Bader nodded slowly. "Traditionally militant Vong accept no retreat, and advancement toward the enemy is the only acceptable course of action in warfare. In all likelihood, this Vong is acting against orders. I would collaborate with the Southern Force and find out what the rest of their assets in the sector are doing."
Bader frowned, then turned back to the commset. Wittard's take on things made sense, in a Vongese sort of way. He brought Captain Hadrix up on comms.
"Hadrix, it's Major Bader, can I get a sit-rep on Sector Jay-Thirteen?" He asked, then waited a moment for an answer. It didn't take long, though the commlink shrieked with feedback and white noise. "YEAH, they're retreating from the sector...---...--eading EAST...----...in PURSUIT...Warkeeper...--...--vancing, but we've got it under CONTROL!"
Bader leaned away from the comm speaker, his ears somewhat offended by the decibel level of the noise. "Clean up the signal if you can," he ordered the Communication Officer, Leftenant Disdric Allet, wondering if the interference was due to enemy activity or the encroaching storm. "Captain Hadrix, we're completing our crossing. Focus your firepower on that Warkeeper, understood?" Bader told the woman. "Little Bear will be advancing payload in thirty seconds, do you copy?" He stood back and waited. "NO KRIFFING OSIK!" Hadrix shouted angrily over the commlink, accompanied with a burst of static. "WE NEED...--...NOW!!!" She screamed. Bader winced and terminated the communication. "You heard her, get Little Bear on it immediately."
Bader relayed the orders to Little Bear's commander, and moments later watched the resulting fire as his own Mythosaur reached the far bank of the river at Sector E-14. Little Bear was coming up at G-13, no more than a couple hundred meters South of Bader himself. Both would finalize their positions at Sectors H-14 and F-14. The Mythosaur turned its massive, 420 mm Heavy Magnetic Accelerator Cannon Southward and targeted the magnificently charging Warkeeper.
Over the course of a few seconds the weapon charged, it's missile launchers adjusting for fire as well, Ball Bearing missiles loaded and read to destroy the dovin basals protecting the monstrosity were primed with proximity-detonation. After mere moments, Little Bear fired two of those missiles, which tore away from their host and toward their target. As soon as they registered within range of the Warkeeper, they discharged their payload, plasma-explosive detonating and releasing hundreds of deadly, super-heated ball bearings that would be able to penetrated the dovin basal's defenses. Moments later, in timing with the explosives, Little Bear's main cannon fired with an earth-shaking BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM, ripping a hole through the distance between itself and the charging Warkeeper, the 420mm round targeting the Warkeeper's center mass. Four of the enormous mass accelerated rounds were launched toward their unsuspecting foe.
Bader nodded to his two pilots as Little Bear fired, then ordered the men to begin their ascent. Gripping the edges of his seat, Bader felt himself shake forward and back as the massive walker lowered its rear-end and lifted up its forward legs. Grasping claws open, the vehicle thrust them forward and into the rock face, taking a stable position in the cliffside before mounting the center legs as well. Bader felt his body shaken once more as the vehicle reared upward, pushed along by the coiled legs below as they too pressed upward and Big Bear crested the short canyon wall, hoisting itself up in a single great push.
Moments later Little Bear was joining them, some 100 meters further South along the cliffside. Big Bear hoisted its mass over the edge with its center legs, the rearmost pair clinging to the cliff face. A final push thrust the vehicle forward and onto stable ground, rock crumbling and plummeting toward the East Bank below. Small boulders crashed and split, joining the rent and pitted earth.
"Alright, now that we're secure, let's draw up some firing solutions." Bader barked, "Have we received the dropship's targeting data yet?" He asked Leftenant Allet. The Communications Officer looked up from his station and nodded. "We do, sir. I'm drawing it up on your console now and sending it to the weapons crews." Bader nodded and contacted his firing crews. "Do you see what I see?" He asked. The Weapons Chief, Gunnery Sergeant Rick Headly nodded, "That I do, sir."
The scene before them was mostly quiet, though as the eyes were drawn further onward, toward the higher, steeper cliffs, Bader was able to make out the mass of the Sith force, tucked away within the two Southern cul-de-sac's. There were forces allocated to the North as well, though they were fewer in number for the time being. Sector A-22 was likewise occupied, though with a minor force Bader couldn't be bothered to target just yet.
The clifftops sloped slightly upward the further out Bader looked, and the valleys within them looked like great gashing wounds in the earth, just as the Yuuzhan Vong were wounds in Galactic society itself. "Their artillery, I want it exterminated." Bader demanded, drawing up orders for firing solutions. "I want them divided between missile-based and line-of-sight."
It was then that Bader noticed the fresh artillery barrage identify on sensors. They probably would have missed them had they not climbed when they did. Little Bear was just getting settled on the plateau. "Firing solutions?" Bader demanded. "They're on their way," Gunnery Sergeant Headly replied. Outside the vehicle, the anti-missile octets were turning their barrels upward and to the South, where the barrage was headed. Bader watched the barrage reach its apogee, and begin its deadly descent toward the earth. "Ready!" Headly shouted. "Fi--" Bader was about to shout, but the Gunnery Sergeant wasn't waiting for orders. The octets flared and the walker shook as they fired, their payloads cutting through the air and into the sky to intercept the stream of missiles and charges heading toward Sector J-13. Shrapnel tore into a handful of HE missiles, setting off their charges and causing them to explode; the resulting cloud of flame and concussion force setting off a handful more. For a split second it seemed Bader had failed in his attempt, and then one of the seismic charges exploded.
A white-blue ball appeared in the center of the formation of missiles and charges, expanding outward at its center as two pale fans grew to a distance of one hundred meters or more. Silence filled the battlefield for a single half-moment before the shock wave exploded, the collected sonic energy previously absorbed being unleashed in a fury that filled the sky. As HE missiles rained downward, they were caught in the expanding blast, some damaged, others destroyed. Even more exploded, taking their destructive brethren with them. It might have missed had the munitions been launched toward different areas, but the density of their arrangement set off a chain reaction.
Bader covered his eyes with his arm as the shockwave lit up the sky with the brightness of a sun, filling the command deck of the Mythosaur and casting a pale blanket backed by a dark shadow over everything on the battlefield. The octet cannons continued firing, blindly now, into the continuing formation of artillery munitions.
Wounded soldiers stranded on the West and East banks gazed at the light, their eyes drawn to it and flicking back and forth between the myriad explosions as one, two and three more seismic charges were set off by the explosion's point of origin. Once again the battlefield was made silent, and sonic waves rocked the very air. Dust all through the canyons shifted, jumping like a scared womp rat before settling back onto the ground.
When all was said and done, the artillery barrage had faded to a handful of missiles and stray rockets, some of which would impact their intended target zone, the remaining napalm embroiling the Vong oils covering the canyon floor and dissolving much of them away.
Bader lowered his arm and shoot the brightness from his eyes, there was no time to bask in the wake of their accidental victory. "What the hell!?" Bader cried in question, "Seismic charges!" Someone shouted from across the deck. "Point of origin! I want it, now!" Bader demanded. Within moments, two artillery locations had been identified, one at Sector L-19 and another at Sector K-20. Bader made contact with Captain Havier. "I'm sending you a location now, and El-One-Nine. I need you to drop a payload there."
Captain Havier was quick to respond in the affirmative, then Bader waited as their munitions were prepared. "Sector K-20, that's what we want." He called, watching as the Strike Missile pods angled themselves upward. "Solutions verified." "Fire."
A moment passed and fire erupted behind each of the missile pods. Both Mythosaurs, Big Bear and Little Bear, each let loose an octet of strike missiles that jetted from their pods and took to the sky. They arched far, hundreds of meters over land, separating as the split into two groups and angled for their targets. L-19 would be struck first considering its close proximity, the eight missiles careening toward destruction. K-20 would be struck shortly after, embroiling the Sith forces there in baths of death.
Captain Ali Hadrix
Ali winced as her tank shuddered. One of the blast bugs had struck the forward deflector shields, which had focused their power into a small area in order to defend against the incoming projectile. The resulting explosion, however, had still been felt by the crew, which were feeling more than unwelcome on Ord Mirit. SC-4486 had lost an AT-FAT, and [member=Alva Calvarona] was well on her way to the same fate. All Ali had to take solace in, however, was the fact that she wasn't dead...yet. "Hollows, can you see those artillery banks?" Ali asked as she continued wiping water from herself. Their trip through the river hadn't been fun. A grutchinya had previously burrowed its way through the belly of Ali's MAT-TE. She'd managed to kill the thing with her beskar push blade, though the beast had left a solid hole in the gut of her vehicle. The river waters hadn't been too deep, but they'd been forced to plug the MAT-TE's wound with hardening suppressant foam, something typically reserved for sealing cracks in vacuum environments, rather than massive holes. As a result, they'd taken on about two feet of water, which was a lot in a vehicle like this one.
"Just the Vong ones, not the mechanical ones." Hollows replied, his eyes focused on his gunner's display. They were passing down the river bank beyond the reach of the Vong's artillery fire that was currently pounding Alva's rather tentative position. Ali groaned, Major Bader had provided her with grid coordinates for two banks of artillery the Sith were hammering them from, but she didn't have any access to artillery herself. "What do you want to do, Captain?" Hollows asked. Ali put up a gloved finger, "Give me a second to think!" The vehicle shook again as another thud bug was stopped by the deflector shields. It would be one of the last as they were traveling out of view of the main battle.
After clambering out of the river, Ali's MAT-TE's had taken to a file formation. Her Northernmost group had angled in behind the other five, heading for a portion of cliffside in Sectors L-10 and L-11, plenty far away from the artillery action raining down on J-13. The cliff itself curved inward toward the bottom, eroded away by the river waters over millennia, providing Ali and her vehicles with protection overhead. "It's Hadrix. I need those diggers, and some repair droids. Make it happen, we're diggin' in for the long haul!" Ali called. She would receive confirmation as soon as could be, though Ali understood just how dire the Imperial's situation was growing. If it came down to it and Alva's forces were destroyed, Ali's MAT-TE's would be in position around the canyon mouth to ambush any resurgent Sith forces. Fear gripped her constantly now, and Ali was struggling to see victory on the horizon.
For the time being, she shook such thoughts out of her head. Her force was safe, and Sanya's Arachnids would be joining her soon enough. "How's everyone else out there?" Ali asked over the comms connecting just her tanks together.
The voice that answered her was grim and worried. "Not doing too well, ma'am. Carter's dead, I don't know what happened to Buv'ua, he got yanked out by a grutchin as we were fording. We've still got comms, but those two rear guns are down, and I just got the rear deflector shields back up and running at reduced capacity."
Ali shook her head, Papa Bear, she thought regrettably. Papa Bear's crew had taken the brunt of the grutchinya attack, and half of their systems had been ravaged by it. Their shields probably weren't functioning any better than twenty-five, maybe fifty percent. Ali sighed and replied reassuringly. "We've got repair droids on the way, shouldn't be more than five or ten minutes out." "Are we gonna be alive that long?" "I hope so," was all Ali had to say.
Captain Lik'gul Havier
Captain Lik'gul Havier stroked the lekku hanging over his shoulder and trailing down the center of his chest. They'd just launched their strike pods at the K-20 artillery position and were waiting for reports back from the Jedi flitting about in the sky. Far out, at Sector A-22, Havier caught sight of units maneuvering down the angled cliff side into the D-Sector. He leaned over and caught the attention of his Comms officer, Eddart. "Eddart, what do we have waiting for us in that cul-de-sac?" Havier asked smoothly. Eddart glanced down at his display and scrolled around the battlefield map for a moment before returning his attention to his Captain. "A collection of Vong forces it appears sir. That's the latest from our fliers, at least."
Havier nodded, "Then they're a moment behind. The forces at Sector Aye-Twenty-two are on the move." He noted, nodding toward the viewscreen ahead.
Sure enough, as Eddart glanced at the large display, he spotted a gaggle of personnel of some kind practically skiing their way down the raggedy slope. His brows jumped in surprise. "'Tis a shock they haven't all taken a pratfall down the cliff." He muttered. "Indeed...so let's help them down." Havier agreed. "Leftenant, I want two Calmant missiles to bath that valley immediately."
Eddart nodded, "On it, sir." The missile launchers angled Northward until they had firing solutions drawn on Sectors C-18, one missile for each hundred square meters. The missiles themselves were packed with aerosolized Sparkbee honey, a known allergen to a variety of Vong bio-tech, such as the Vonduun Crab, which was used as an armor application. "Missiles ready, sir." Havier nodded. "You may fire when ready."
A split second later the missiles left their tubes and rocketed into the sky. The missiles were set to proximity-detonation, which would circumvent the dovin basals of many of the Vong's forces. The allergenic Sparkbee honey would vaporize in the explosion and exposed portions of Vongese technology and personnel, causing violent reactions from any susceptible organic equipment they had with them.
Havier watched as the missiles fled to the sky, smirking to himself. A blip on his sensor display, however, brought his self-celebration to an abrupt...pause. "And what do we have here?" He asked himself, muttering as he leaned forward and brought up Sector D-20 on the Day/Night display. The Mythosaur's expansive opticals focused in on the area a mere six-hundred meters away, and a squat silver colored walker came into view, firing what appeared to be a proton cannon toward Havier's Imperial allies. "Hmmm..." Havier grunted, looking to his Eddart. "Looks like a MAT-TE." He observed. Eddart looked up, snorting after a moment. "If the MAT-TE had a little brother, perhaps."
Havier made a tsk sound with his tongue and shook his head. "Never underestimate the proper application of proton technology, my friend." Eddart shrugged, "That's the MAT-TE's strength, the munition types available to it."
Havier nodded, "Indeed." He looked back at the walker, its bulk hefted by six thick, squat legs. "I would like to destroy it. Or should we save it for Captain Hadrix?" Eddart shook his head, "Better take it out now, while it's in view." Havier nodded once again, "Naturally." He brought up the Weapons Chief on internal comms. "I need a firing solution for the hostile walker vehicle at Sector Dee-Twenty. You may fire when ready."
Moments later, the massive rails of the 420mm cannon began to buzz with energy and growing heat before the cannon fired. BOOM-BOOM, BOOM-BOOM. As with Big Bear mere minutes before, the massive cannon fired four times, in pairs, the weapon angled for the walker that had no idea what was coming.
*Secure positions for 10 x MAT-TE's against the canyon wall on the East Bank [L-10 and L-11].
*Secured positioning for 2 x Mythosaurs atop East Plateau at [H-14 and F-14].
**Target Identified: [member=Sage Bane] at [C-18].
**Target Identified: Cryax Bane's Probe Droid at [A-9].
**Target Identified: Grutchinya swarm at J-Canyon.
**Target Identified: [member=Yurzhoc Shai], Warkeeper at [J-13].
**Target Identified: [member=Cryax Bane]'s AT-AW
***Target Attacked: Cryax Bane's AT-AW
4 x 420mm Capital Ship Grade 800 kg Mass Driven Rounds
***Target Attacked: Cryax Bane's Probe Droid at [A-9].
2 x Surface-to-Air guided rockets
***Target Attacked: [Yurzhoc Shai]'s Charging Warkeeper at [J-12].
2 x Ball-Bearing Anti-Dovin Basal Missiles set for proximity detonation
4 x 420mm Capital Ship Grade 800 kg Mass Driven Rounds
***Target Attacked: [member=Sage Bane] at [C-18].
2 x Calmant-class Missiles Packed with Aerosolized Sparkbee Honey
***Target Attacked: [memnber=Anja Aj'Rou] at [L-19].
8 x Strike Missiles
***Target Attacked: [member=Darth Pyyrhus] at [K-20].
8 x Strike Missiles
*****Updated Locations: Mythosaurs: [H-14] and [F-14]
*****Objective: UNCHANGED
Storm Commandos x23 (Three dead, Four out of action)
All at J-12 now.
SC-4486 is trapped under rocks at G-9
SC-4486 sat in the cockpit of the buried AT-ST, still tweaking with his helmet communicator, He had been sitting there for what seemed like hours to him, but may have only been something like fifteen minutes or so, He was tweaking with his helmet communicator because it had been damaged moderately when the canyon wall caved in, His forces probably thought he was dead, having disappeared when one of his AT-FATs got destroyed, He hoped that most of his forces were still alive and following [member="Alva Calvarona"] cross the river.
A small bleep sound signaled that his communicator was now in partially working condition, hopefully he could get a clear signal to the other Imperials, He put his helmet on and turned the communicator on and attempted to contact [member="Alva Calvarona
] "This is Lieutenant Corvax, I'm still alive but trapped in a destroyed AT-ST that got buried when the canyon wall got destroyed, It would be nice if you could get me the hell out of here somehow, I've possibly broken one of my legs" He said, again, hoping that the signal got through.
Meanwhile, his forces were still pushing with Captain Calvarona's shooting anything that tried to come at them out of the sky, One of the AT-FATs was missing a leg, and the other one had scorch marks all over the place, the rest AT-STs at their feet were still in good condition and most of the Storm Commandos inside of the AT-FAT were still alive, His forces found relief in the Republic forces coming in from behind them, hopeful that this invasion would be a victory for them.
His forces had recieved orders from their Republic allies to send their diggers to L-10 and L-11 to clear a path for the MAT-TE, They rolled over to that cliff face and started clearing the rocks to create a path up to the cliff tops.
Objective: B Location: Sector 8 -> Sector 7 Allies: One Sith and Allies | [member="Sena Lassiter"] and [member="Ameli Trahir"], in time... Enemies: Republic and Allies | [member="Andras Garon"], soon enough... Gear: 2x Hunting Knives Music: Bludgeoned to Death
They came. Within, without they encroached upon the territory of the Sith. She could feel them come, the subtle change of the Force on her tongue as it became diluted, and she spat once her eyes opened as she rose to her feet. It was a thing they would come to regret... yet, seven years they had not yet arrived at that intersection, and the likelihood that they never would increased by each moment which meant the dogged continuance of their existence and the infestation of the galaxy with their brand of Jedi. The kind that deigned to interfere in matters beyond their control, instead of keeping to their own, to places where they could effect change.
Even if they did stay in such places, they would still be hunted down. The galaxy could not abide such restrictions of freedom that the so-called Light offered. The Dark held no such restrictions. Come as you are, embrace... it was time for her to embrace the enemy, and slip a knife into their flesh. Surely there were plenty of Jedi to choose from - but what was this? A forceless heathen! Oh, such creatures were the most deserving of meeting with Death, and so she began to put distance between her position and that of her master, to go on her own hunt, making for the exit of this room into an adjoining one.
She wouldn't hesitate to dispatch any who got in between her and her quarry...
Objective: B Location: Sector 1 Allies: The Pubs Enemies: [member="Disciple"] Gear: Yadda yadda
And he was suddenly stopped. This was why he hated the Force. People that could touch it could do things with it that bent reality, and could control anyone around them with it. That was disturbing to him. He could not fathom the mind that would enjoy that sort of power, that would hide behind it and use it as a crutch for their very existence. It was a drug, and the smallest of tastes would cause addiction to the ever expanding power of knowledge. This was true regardless of what side one purported to reside on, and for these reasons did he choose to ignore the fact that he could touch the Force.
He tried to move the blade forward now. He had to try something, after all. This thing was a monstrosity not worthy of life, as he had so judged. As a Warden it was his duty to take on creatures such as this one and dispatch them back to the nether from which they came. The only problem was that the unbelievable power of the Force had him trapped, unable to move save to draw breath and do the most basic of motions, like look around and speak. He really didn't like that feeling.
"Let me go, Sith," he said. "Don't hide behind your cowardice."
But that wasn't it. The thing was doing something. He felt weird all of a sudden, like something strange was happening in his head. He'd read about this, not to mention been warned multiple times about it being an inevitable reality when dealing with Force users. Like most, he'd trained his mind to be hard, tough. He wasn't someone to easily crack. But he also knew he didn't have the capability to withstand someone with the skills to break into a mind, at least not for long. Not without somehow finding a way to fight back. Now he wished he hadn't dropped his bolter, though he wasn't sure if he could even squeeze the trigger on it at the moment.
Get out of my head, cretin. You don't belong here. You deserve death!
It was a gasp at something, but he wasn't going to make it easy. He grimaced, though. If the Sith got in, he'd find a whole mess of... well, mostly just thoughts about combat, warfare, and killing. Truth be told, Norrin was just a trained killer. Soldier was a fancy term for it, but he liked to beat the crap out of people, kill them. He just applied that in a manner that he deemed beneficial to the galaxy. There wasn't some great traumatic past lurking in there, just thoughts on death.
Now this was war. Force-powers were thrown back and forth between the combatants as they sought to gain the upper hand against their opponents. Force blasts were exchanged and forcefields of various colours blocked them.[/SIZE]With an inhale of air, Darth Ophidia got ready to join into the fray. She tugged on the front of her terentatek-lined hood with her left hand, and as she exhaled she empowered herself with the Force and readied her blade in her right hand as she observed the immediate battlefield.
The Sitting Jedi seemed to have her hands full with the Goddess of Madness, and Darth Veles was somewhere, unseen and unheard as always. She knew her master’s habits well, even if his display of power was new, she knew his habits. When the newcomer stepped in with his Force blast and whatnot, she knew he would be Darth Ferus’ next target, and she intended to aid him. She had fought big guys before, bigger and nastier than that one, but never a big Jedi.
[SIZE=11pt]With her force-imbued speed, she darted forwards. She arched her trajectory as to place herself on the opposing side in relation to Darth Ferus’ advance. As with her master, Ophidia’s thoughts were blocked out by her hood, but she knew how her master fought, and when he went high she went low. He went left, she moved accordingly. [/SIZE]
Objective: B-7 Location: Outside the Depot Allies: [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"] Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"] | @Saiah | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Jardo Snow"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] Gear: Drexl Leather Armor, Lightsaber, Covenant Ring, Hair Pins, Bracers
(Ven I'm not really sure what you were thinking, but immediately after Aela caught her lightsaber she pulled up a bubble of protection, so I'm just going to roll with what makes sense to me, if you'd like me to edit shoot me a PM!)
She felt the bubble shimmer and shake. She felt it move and sway, bending slight as the womans blast of the force struck it. Aela had her eyes closed, her focus pouring into the barrier. The bubble became translucent, and then she heard a roar.
The Sith that had spoken first, the one that had attempted to bring her pain went running passed her.
His eyes were wide and his lips turned into a scowl of controlled rage. Aela watched him, and suddenly the bubble fell. A lightsaber sliced towards her, but the young Jedi Master was already leaning back. As though the force had pushed her Aela flew back, using the force to land on her feet, her lightsaber springing to life just in time to catch the blade that otherwise would have sliced through the hilt of her saber.
She showed no emotion, her eyes listlessly followed the Sith Lord
Barely she recognized the arrival of a Jedi, a man she had never met before. Her lips thinned and her body twisted. A single round step and she half turned towards Darth Ferus, her free hand closing in a fist as suddenly he would feel the force ensnare him, pressure dropping on his entire body to freeze him in place.
The next second saw Aela turn, her blade flicking up and her eyes staring as the witch spoke.
Objective: Objective C, Battlefield Shatterpoint Location: H18 Allies: One Sith, [member="Vrag"], [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Nerius"], [member="Sabik Dhami"], [member="Darth Raven"]@ Enemies: Pubs, [member="Alva Calvarona"], [member="SC-4486"], [member="Weiss"], whoever else is on J12 and the canyon J13 Gear: Vonduun Skerr Ygdris, Chom-Huun, Roecnar Lightsaber, Amphistaff baton, Cognition Throne
What more was there to say? Gabriel was hooked into the cognition throne, the finesse of Shatterpoint flowing through as waves push through floating algae. For the 2000 pieces of rice falling from the bowl, he would understand the one tipping the scale. It seemed the Republic wasn't prepared to engage him on this front quite yet, their weaponry remaining removed from his locust of impact. Which was fine, more time to concentrate and focus on the needs of those currently in battle. He could feel it now, everything coming together, and the picture of what he saw would be pushed through the villip choir as he communicated through 3d images and strategic words of focus and plans.
The Mern Kane, and Rakamat, following the shift of the tides, moved their positioning to follow. What would happen next would later be heralded as the day of the Yaret-Kor. Rocks and blast bugs would descend upon J12 and J13 with the might of Yun-Yammka, 35 bugs per minute plus 9 yaret-kor ballistics per minute, looking to bring the canyon down upon those in the pass. The Yaret-kor, super heated and plasma like, would careen down from the sky like meteors with purpose. And the shrapnel delivered from the impact would be nothing short of devastating, given the capacity of the weapon to annihilate shield and metal and stone within a significant radius. The blast radius would draw question as to the potency of such a vehicle, as they nommed happily on sustenance provided by the Yuuzhan Vong warriors, now donning their cloak of nuun's in preparation for war.
Oh, a day in the life of a mern kane. Chazrach sentinel stirs from bed, demands nothing, and gives everything in return. Arm aches, the buzz is too much, must get rid of the noise. Launcher aimed to the sky, the pain is relieved as glowing red eyes stare up towards the trajectory, wondering why it does it at all? Maybe it's the indoctrination, maybe it's the taste of republic blood, or maybe it's because the Warmaster asked so nicely. Who knows? What the Chazrach Sentinel knows is quite little: where to aim the weapon and what to swing at when something gets too close. Well, it might know more, but it's mysterious and fails to divulge with it's suave silence.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55Ff3V_BMn8
"Release another clutch!" The Warmaster spoke beneath the tendrils of the hood, knowing the inclement destiny of the canyon. The Yorik-trema, one of many, would roll over and gasp it's last breath as another 200 grutchinya escaped the carapace to take flight, heading towards the armies at the mouth of the canal, at J12 and J13. Armor coating with a shine, they would gleam in the silence of their flight, the doom they would soon bring. And the sight of their dead brothers would bring no emotion, no thought: for they were insects and knew only the taste of acid and the desire to spew it. In the light of such endeavors, the dovin basals began to churn on, emitting microsingularities against the backs of the Rakamat and Warkeepers.
The Nuhlrokka flapped it's wings with impatience as it moved towards the Cognition Throne. The Voxyn arm of the Warmaster reached out to touch the beast across the top of it's head, it lowering it's body and lifting it's skull to brace against the motion. It was a simple beast, but a loyal one, and soon enough it would shine. Gabriel knew it and no words were needed to communicate that. In the meantime, those not tending to the beasts would begin to move and claw up the canyon, crawling with fighting claws, as they attempted to spot what was occurring. While the communication of Yurzhoc was truly enough, they would not be caught off guard. Ten would begin the climb, finding solace in the cloak of their ancestors.
Objective: Firing some more Location: H18, H17, I17 Synopsis: Shelling J12 and J13 (pls Tsoring Shai, live!). Sending more grutchinya in that general direction (j12). Sending scouting troops up the cliff side, cloaked with ooglith.
Technical Aspects: Blast Bugs fly at well over 150 km/hr, meaning from the point of being shot, they would arrive at destination within 1 second - these are the guided missile analog of the Yuuzhan Vong. Yaret Kor are firing molten projectiles, 900 mm in diameter, in between 500 and 1000 m/s - dependent on mood of Rakamat, with a weight around 900 kg. For reference, this image shows the blast radius of a munitions rating under 200 mm. Grutchinya are the more armored variant of grutchin - a bug with enough armor to survive hyperspace.
