Junction [GA/SO] Convergence — Junction of Naalol and Eiattu 6

[Aris Noble]

Aris did his best not to smirk at Zaiya's taunt. Though, given how serious and calm his expression usually was, it was likely only Zaiya and his family who'd be able to tell he was. He kept himself neutral in stance, blade in hand, calm and waiting. They were either about to run, or they were about to fight. There couldn't be any hesitation on which path they were going to pick.

It was the Sith that chose which. He blinked as he watched rock shatter and be thrown. If that was the strength the Sith had to offer, then, running wasn't the type of thing they'd be able to do. They needed to surprise the Sith, debilitate or at least blind or slow the giant of a man. So he sprang forward. He trusted Zaiya to handle the rock thrown her way, and instead focused right on the offensive.

A burst of speed, faster than any Padawan should have. He'd been practicing with it, even, to the point that he didn't have to just go in a straight line. Grant it, he was now. Both hands gripped his saber as he brought it down in a single, powerful slash. Ko Vuto 's teachings would as ever serve him. There was only one strike, with all his focus and strength behind it, to bring the fight to the end.

He had to believe that. If it didn't work, then and only then would he think on what to do next.

Zaiya Ceti | Jhyrack

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Naalol - The Veil
Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Allies: Aris Noble
Enemies: Jhyrack

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Calm. Still. Focus.

Everyone moved as one.

The surge of the Force that Zaiya had held in check was unleashed as she darted to the right. Her arms came up in a graceful twirl, avoiding the massive stone the Sith Lord hurled at her. A flurry of whisper-soft iridescent robes accompanied her movements, reflecting her hours of training in evading the swift attacks of both Braze and Aris. While she might never match their strength, she could excel in speed.

The veil of multicolored cobalt, magenta, and teal strands swirled around Zaiya's shoulders like a cloak as she fell in line with Aris's assault. Her nictitating eyelids shot protectively over her opal blue eyes as she extended her palm. The energy of the Force thrummed and sang through her, igniting the golden teal jewel tones of her bioluminescence, channeling through her arm to burst from her hand in a blinding surge of light Zaiya summoned through the Force. It transformed Aris into a dark silhouette against the cornea of the sun, a blinding flash designed to disorient the Sith Lord as Aris attacked.

Aris knew better than to look back. They trusted each other to move as one, a seamless attempt at a dance of offense and defense, each playing their part in the struggle against the powerful Sith.

 

[Talsin Lota]

Objective II — Naalol
Tag: Mr. Hate | Tansu Treicolt

They came into view of something dangerous.

That much was clear as a sudden chill ran across his spine. In the distance baleful fire ignited, twins, that illuminated nothing but brought fear into those around him. Talsin squared up with his lightsaber raising higher as he squinted in the distance. "I will handle this." He said with a calm he didn't truly feel to his squadron.

This is what a Jedi was all about. You were the shield against threats that non Jedi couldn't handle.

As they scrambled, pursuing their objectives in other directions, Talsin was about to take a step forward towards the dark presence in front of him. He grimaced because the closer he got... the more wrongness he felt. Like something was both pushing him and pulling at the same time. The anger and guilt of losing his parents magnified and consuming him. But instead of it powering him, he felt his strength being sapped at the same time.

"Show yourself!" Talsin commanded right as Tansu crashed somewhere behind him.

A quick cracked smile flashed before he set his jaw.

"Tan, we got a situation here." Over his shoulder so he could keep his eyes on Kezeroth or the shape Kezeroth was making anyway. "Remember the sewer?"

It felt similar to that. Distinct, yes, but the same sort of old power. This should have worried Tal and made him more likely to haste a retreat. He was more experienced now however... and more importantly he would never abandon anyone ever again. Who would this entity hurt if he stepped out of the way for it?

 

[Ko Vuto]

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Location: Eiattu 6
Objective: I
Equipment: Standard Lightsaber | Lightsaber Shoto | San-Ni Staff
Tag: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

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Ko braced himself some as he felt the strong gusts against him from the woman’s wings. Which seemed to only disperse the dust and smoke even further from them. He tried to closely analyze his opponent, their body, their weapons. He’d never opposed someone with wings before, the telekinetic maneuvering of their blades was also outlandish to him as well. He was aware of such styles, yet never encountered or practiced it himself. Not beyond the simple Saber throw which he favored so much.

“Are you trying to cast doubt about what you are?” Ko replied in regards to her being a Sith. “If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck…” The Kel Dor added simply. The metaphor was oddly appropriate in this context. Given his history working with such animals closely and also the nature of her physiology. He also didn’t care much for whatever brand of villainy she chose to champion. He’d even go as far as to say the non-sensitive soldiers she commanded were sith as well.

When her several blades made their move Ko reacted defensively, expecting them to strike him. Sensing the danger he didn’t think they would strike the other soldiers as they did. Witnessing their brutal demise through The Force he tried his best to keep his focus on her, despite the death that permeated the area. It didn’t help that she taunted their deaths right after as well. Which only assured Ko more that she was indeed a Sith, being seemingly so preoccupied with strength and weakness.

Her flying lightsabers seem to almost quite literally section them off from the rest of the fighting. As if creating a small arena for the two of them amidst the battle. Discouraging the soldiers of either side from butting in.

“The name’s Ko Vuto…” He replied sternly as the grip he had on his San-Ni Staff tightened. Watching as he pulled out yet another lightsaber after the others returned to her. This was notably much larger and more befitting of her imposing stature. Even her wings seemed to vanish uncomfortably into her as well. Whoever she was, she seemed to have a lot of attributes that he’d need to keep in mind. She positioned her blade in a way that would allow for a rather powerful downward strike. The large saber was about twice as big as his own weapon. So he didn’t have any sort of reach advantage when that was combined with her already large physique.

At least he seemed to be allowed to make the first move. Not something he’d wanna take for granted. Given the position of her weapon as well as her size Ko was certain that any strike from her would need to come from above. The Kel Dor Jedi finally rushed forwards. Holding his flexible weapon up defensively to cover himself from her blade if it came crashing down towards him. However, before he could get close enough to actually strike her with his san-ni staff Ko raised his leg before performing a front kick towards her. He wasn’t close enough for his boot to meet her, not that he needed to as a telekinetic blast came from his leg, using it to focus a force push from himself and strike her large body. Ko very much appreciated Form IV since it best convey that a lightsaber was not the only weapon in a Jedi's arsenal, but that they're entire body, each limb, was a powerful weapon as well. Helping him not develop tunnel vision for his own blades or San-Ni Staff.​

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[Vince]

Convergence
Objective II: Tunnels of Naalol

Encountering Rosalia Aros ​

"But Lass" compassion lingered in his eyes as he paused to process it all. She was a poor girl from a miner's town who had lost her parents and now... "This is not a good place to seek shelter." A surprised face turned compassionate as he realised that he might have come off as too harsh "But you have been very brave so far. Not many children of your age tend to come down here, do they?"

With that, he freed an arm from the rifle and allowed it to drop even lower. Waving her over, he started to approach her "Come here, we'll see if we can find a safe spot for you." Once close enough, he offered her a warm smile and gave her a squeeze. Although it was meant to be but a light one, he had just been using the same hand to hold the barrel of the rifle.

A chuckle escaped him as she asked about the armour. "Don't mind it. We encountered a pack of Nether Monsters. One of them struck me with her paw but the plate took the blow for me. If you have some local knowledge about the beasts, I would sure appreciate some advice."

Whilst talking, he guided her to turn around with the hand on her shoulder before pushing forward to move with her up along the path where she presumably came from and closer to his own destination where he hoped to meet up with his people. First, he raised his rifle to let the flashlight reveal that the coast still seemed clear. "Let's go. If you've got the number to your parents, we could try calling them as we go."

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Caverns of Naalol
OBJ: Take out the sith
Enemies: Sith(Kalzok)
Allies: GA
Loadout: Battlefield

Wind buffeted his small wings as Vulpesen pulled up from the massive wall sprung between him and his target, ripping a shriek from his jaws as tendons stretched to their limits. He was made for flitting through trees and curling up when danger came from the jaws of one of Veradune's many predators. When the gales came and the wind howled, a terylax made for cover. Such was not an option in the heat of battle. Still, the form had done its job and he shed it just as quickly as it had been assumed, growing back to his humanoid form as he hit the ground with his saber still in hand. As soon as his boots hit the dirt, he took the risk and mounted himself in place against the wind, calling up the earth to grasp at his shins.

"You're a fun one," he growled as he raised his free hand to the wall and issued a telekinetic blast. In truth, he had no idea who had greater control of earth. He was a wide ranged and accomplished elementality himself, but that didn't mean he could wrest influence away from the sith. Instead, he simply did his best to break the wall apart, turning the stone into an explosion of shrapnel against the sorcerer behind it. His ears could hear faintly beyond that wall, catching the all too familiar crackle of energy. But hopefully his gambit would catch Kalzok unawares, or at least halt such continued aggressions.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Location: Sullustan Orbital Shipyards - Sullust High Orbit
Objective: III - Sullust Run
Call Sign: Jester - Bloodstripe Two
Craft: 'Makaria' Multirole Fighter
Loadout:
Modular bay loadout(from closest wingtip mount cannons in toward nose of the craft, 1 per side)
-2x Agrocite enhanced EM 1919 paired repeating laser cannons
-2x heavy repeating electromagnetic plasma cannon
-2x Agrocite enhanced SW-9 ion cannon
-2x Agrocite enhanced Ht-12 heavy laser cannon

Allies: Lord Tooka | Seela Leini | Darion Kithero
Opponents: Addison Porte

Well, it looked like the fight was on as the missiles were loosed from Bloodstripe Three. Kurayami couldn't say that he was entirely disappointed at the turn or events, nor could any who felt the tendrils of the Force slither outward searching for anything that he had not already sensed nearby him. He made sure to lock the friendly IFF signals into a nearby system before flipping two more switches. Any fighters not one excluded list would find their sensors filled with useless returns and multiple IFF returns from singular sources. These IFF returns would make warhead usage for the enemy a very dangerous proposition as it would mark their own as either neutral targets or hostiles. In all the confusion the brightly painted fighter would go unnoticed.

This was where he had reigned supreme in a simple A-Wing, and now he brought many times that level of fire power to the table. The 'Makaria' shot straight upward for a short moment as the chaotic chatter that surrounded him continued, the Corellian eased down on the left rudder over the top. Before the ship came fully over to ninety degrees he began to slowly pulled back and to the right on the stick, simultaneously increasing rudder input to the left to begin a descending spiral above an enemy patrol group. The first clue he was there was when the hail of laser, ion, and plasma fire rained down with hellacious speed and accuracy. Three out of the group on the first pass. As he leveled out and began to bank to the right for an upward slash through the formation, he couldn't help but smirk at the fear that kept the new pilots in the formation locked in place unsure what to do after watching the lead element get destroyed by a lone hunter in one pass. Would they steel their nerves and fight? Run? Or simply wait to die?

At least two of the lesser experienced pilots broke off and ran, he would let them. There was no honor or thrill in such a kill. The other three were ready to tango. So be it. Instead of pulling vertical or horizontal as one would expect, he instead decided to take a new tack, powering down his wingtip cannons and diverting that power to the ventral bomblet generator. Completing his turn still slightly below the enemy and now flying away from them, he pushed the craft into a gentle outside loop, he could hear the sound of shots as they struck the hull, thankfully the angle gave enough deflection to keep them from being anything serious, but still not a chance he would take again if he could help it. The came the coup de grace as he released the full payload of energy bomblets in a quick pass towards the enemy. They would be forced to either scatter or die. The shrapnel behind told the tale perfectly well. Switching off the generator he waited for the wingtip cannons to power back up and went back on the hunt.

 

[Lossa Aureus]

Objective I — Eiattu 6 - Surface
The Zipper
Full Wayward Samaritan Gear
Lightsaber, Other Lightsaber, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby
Noah Corek Jr. Kasir Dorran​

Seemed like the galaxy had run him through the paces since last they'd run across each other's paths.

Which was a decent thing for everyone to have really. Sometimes a run in your life was a bad hand. Sometimes it was a Pure Sabacc. Her helmet offered a view of his actions without having to keep her eye on him, further lending to the credit of having some practice under his belt. Easily fetching his rifle without having to bend down.

"Yep, getting close to uh... 26 standard weeks now." Shaking her head as he rambled about their past encounter. A valid worry, but a reminder seemed in order. Then again he hadn't been as wrapped up in her life as some others were. And there was a lot more to unpack than just a kid.

"We didn't hook up, so no worry there. You got absolutely wasted since I kept giving you my drinks. Couldn't enjoy them back then with the meds I was on. Ended up having someone help me get you back to your ship." Humor plain in her tone at recalling the events. Every time he'd take a swill of his drink, she'd pour some of her own in it's place to make it seem never ending. Opting instead for a second glass of fruit juice at the time to avoid making another scene out of having to medically evacuate the contents of her stomach.

The humor faded however when the topic of Romi lingered.

"Yeah, I got a bit of time learning under her. Glad for it but wish I had longer. Galaxy lost a bright star with her passing." All the more she was willing to speak on it as she let her gaze turn to him. Visor looking him up and down as she oriented herself. He did seem a little shorter this time around as she chuckled.

"No. Wasn't always this tall. Story for later though since we are both heading in. I doubt they'll let us run riot for long undisturbed and comms should be clear." A deep sigh as she stretched her arms and legs, looking over the hub of Sith activity from their temporary hide.

"Might have left somebody-" Words cut off as something malevolent flickered through the Force. It wouldn't have caught her attention if it hadn't been for that odd there and gone sensation being so near with all that was going on. Further ahead, sith forces began to move on the citadel. Against her wishes to attack the staging area she changed her plan with a grumbling sigh.

"Chit. Time to improvise... again. Come on." Words barely leaving the speaker as she knelt forward and ignited both sabers. Lilac and brilliant white blades coming to life as she leaned into the Force to boost her speed. Caution thrown to the wind for the time being as she tried to locate that strange presence once again.

A blur of purple, white, and teal with no defined shape as she closed the distance between them and those moving on the citadel. The doors shutting as her blades struck their first target, the lilac blade momentarily stunning before the white blade ended them.

Her form still blurred as she cleared her mind as the first adversary fell away. Drawing her back to that pleasant quiet even amidst the chaos of the battlefield. There was no anger, or righteous fury to be found in her mind.

This violence was simply a means to an end, and she was the instrument to make it so.

 

[Mr. Hate]

As they scrambled, pursuing their objectives in other directions, Talsin was about to take a step forward towards the dark presence in front of him. He grimaced because the closer he got... the more wrongness he felt. Like something was both pushing him and pulling at the same time. The anger and guilt of losing his parents magnified and consuming him. But instead of it powering him, he felt his strength being sapped at the same time.

"Show yourself!" Talsin commanded right as Tansu crashed somewhere behind him.

A quick cracked smile flashed before he set his jaw.

"Tan, we got a situation here." Over his shoulder so he could keep his eyes on Kezeroth or the shape Kezeroth was making anyway. "Remember the sewer?"

Objective II - Naalol - Caverns
Enemies: Talsin Lota Tansu Treicolt
Theme: Mastermind - DOOM

A inquisitive growl emitted out of the void and as the red skinned figure stepped out into the open, the darkness itself reseeded to the cavern walls. What stood before the two puny jedi was a bundled mass of muscle, nerve and sinew in the shape of a titan. Somehow in this unatural space where realspace and netherworld merged, this Gen'dai had full physical form as if returned to his full glory. Both hands curled tight around obsidian sith swords, the blades only identifiable by the gold trim that was etched up from their hilts. Two claymores and yet in Kezeroths hands they looked dwarfed.

Raising a brow the red giant looked down at the two that remained in his presence. " Show myself? I am the darkness, you KARKING MAGGOTS!" he spat out verbally and physically in front of him. As ill tempered in death as he was in life. The tension in the cavern suddenly was forced to its epoch when the Sith Lords right upper torso blurred with a preternatural speed.

Sparks flew off the cave wall and through the air the horrid chopping of a large alchemized blade echoed down toward both Talsin Lota and Tansu Treicolt without warning.

 

[Jhyrack]

Objective II — Naalol
The Veil

A burst of speed, faster than any Padawan should have. He'd been practicing with it, even, to the point that he didn't have to just go in a straight line. Grant it, he was now. Both hands gripped his saber as he brought it down in a single, powerful slash. Ko Vuto's teachings would as ever serve him. There was only one strike, with all his focus and strength behind it, to bring the fight to the end.

That's it!

The Jedi came at him with speed an intent. Jhyrack's golden eyes followed every motion. A killer blow lined up. They had chosen to fight.

The energy of the Force thrummed and sang through her, igniting the golden teal jewel tones of her bioluminescence, channeling through her arm to burst from her hand in a blinding surge of light Zaiya summoned through the Force. It transformed Aris into a dark silhouette against the cornea of the sun, a blinding flash designed to disorient the Sith Lord as Aris attacked.

The brilliant light filled the cave and he could no longer track the jedi's movements. Jhyrack remained in place.

The flare suddenly ended. Jhyrack blinked away the afterglow of that light. There was simply the soft hum of the lightsaber.

It rested against his chest and his left shoulder. A lethal blow that should have cleaved halfway through his body, but it had come to a sudden stop. His armour - never designed to stop a lightsaber - was still glowing around the frayed edges. Beneath the armour his skin was darkened as it started to burn.

"Good!" Jhyrack declared. "You are a fighter then!"

He swung at the young man with a lazy arm. Not with any real intent, but to force him back. Jhyrack used a technique akin to Force Weapon to protect his own already resilient body against harm. He was a living weapon.

Red flickering light filled the cave. His great lightsaber was unstable, a harsh dancing flare that left a faint trail of smoke as he raised it.

"Revel in battle, revel in pain. That is the way of a warrior. Try not to fall too quickly; I would like to push myself just a little now. Put your mind into each strike..."

He glanced down at the red line down his chest.

"...and you might still cut me."

The only warning that followed was a bark of a laugh. He stepped forwards, matching the young jedi's speed and brought his saber down from above.

 

[Evy’armi’naken]

Tags: Pal Veda
Location: NAALOL
Objective 2: The High Tower

Spoiler: “Equipment”

• REC/STA-01 Advanced Commando Armor; Series One​
• REC-DC/03 Modular Particle Blaster Rifle; Viperwasp Pattern​

The lieutenant’s crimson eyes narrowed as the Rubicon lurched from hyperspace into the thick of battle over Naalol. One of the commandos leaned in, nudging Yarmin’s shoulder. “You sure this guy knows what he’s doing?” Yarmin’s eyes remained fixed ahead. “Quite,” he answered flatly. The other soldier clearly wasn’t confident in the LT’s position but dropped the discussion. Rumbling against the ship’s hull indicated how close they were to breaking Naalol’s atmosphere.

It was a rocky descent, just as expected. Alliance vessels engaged with the Sith fleet above, and GADF task forces were fighting with monstrous creatures and pissed-off Sith on the ground. Despite being sandwiched between the two, Captain Veda brought the Rubicon down with little resistance - aside from a Nether beast that was now chunked into gore and splattered against the side of the freighter.

Yarmin grinned at Pal Veda when he joined the squad. “Always take the briefing literally,” he said, clearly referring to a similar situation in his early years of service. “CIS meddling, Sith interests… I’d wager ‘monster’ means Nether creatures. Demons.” The lieutenant turned and grabbed an impression piece of GADF weaponry from the commando who previously questioned Veda’s abilities. Yarmin put the fléchette launcher in Pal’s hands and gave it a pat. “Anti-infantry, easily chews through anything with blood and guts. And luckily for us, now we know that’s exactly what’s inside those things.” He smirked, hoping Pal found humor in the Nether mist that sprayed the hull of the Rubicon.

“We’re ready when you are,” Yarmin said. He flashed a look back at the soldiers behind him and saw nods devoid of apprehension. “The High Tower awaits, Captain,” he said to Veda.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Approaching High Tower
Objective: 2
Appearance: Warrior
Tag: Phaelissia | Ran Serys

When Phaelissia raised her hand to stop Eira from moving, Eira froze, watching the ghouls and tilting her head as she stared at them curiously. Their movements and the way that they shifted about, it was interesting and certainly giving Eira ideas on what she could expect to achieve if she ever looked into the arts of Sithspawn creation and Sith Alchemy. Areas in the Force that she hadn't gotten to explore yet but they were fields in the Force that she was very curious about and that she wanted to see how skilled in them she would be.

Reaching the wall, Eira looked up and breathed in deeply. Climbing was not going to be easy, she was not someone who was naturally gifted in physical abilities. She watched as Phaelissia began her ascent up the wall to the rampart. Eira decided to attempted to just follow the same path that Phaelissia took. If it was safe for her then it would be a path that was safe for Eira.

Pulling herself up, Eira felt her muscles groan and while she had gotten stronger and more skilled under Iuuna's tutelage, she was far from becoming someone that was going to be super agile and acrobatic in this regard. Especially since she was already hating the exercise and the ways her body was sweating and getting super warm. It just meant that she needed to learn either how to get stronger or simply teleport around. Either would be acceptable to her.

Once she reached the top, she paused and pulled out a dagger. "Someone is coming here. Get ready." She could sense a Jedi. Someone who she could feel was strong in the Force and Eira was determined to prove her skills in the Force and combat.

 

[Pal Veda]

Tags: Evy’armi’naken
Location: Nalool
Objective II: On the way to the High Tower

”Now this is a gun,” Veda replied, admiring the flechette launcher Yarmin passed his way. The GADF spared no expense on their weapons these days. Constant war with Sith and Imperials meant the Alliance military industrial complex never stopped churning out better and more dangerous products. This would do just fine.

The soldiers were ready to roll, so Veda threw his small pack over his shoulders and followed Yarmin’s lead. He probably should have felt nervous, but the excitement overcame any anxiety or trepidation. Yarmin was in charge of his men, and Veda would reluctantly fall in line when necessary. He never liked following orders, but he did like staying alive. The Chiss looked competent and definitely had command of his troops.

Veda double checked the device strapped to his wrist as they exited his ship. He made sure his astromech conducted a quick scan during their descent and uploaded the new data to the team, updating the information they had preprogrammed from the preliminary scouting reports. The situation was evolving by the second.

“Looks like there is already some fighting along the direct route,” he noted to Yarmin, looking at the small hologram projecting from his wrist unit. “We can go around here,” he traced a path with his finger, “and hopefully avoid detection until we get to the front gate. It adds on maybe half a click, but increases our chances of making it to the tower with the full team in tact.” Veda glanced over at the younger troopers as he made the comment, watching their expressions at his suggestion that all of them may not be coming out on the other end of this.

As if on cue, a loud ROAR! echoed through the hills, reminding them that the Sith and Imps weren’t the only enemies waiting on them. Even Veda reacted, bringing the flechette launcher to his shoulder and moving his eyes in sync with the barrel toward the origin of the distant monster’s cry. “And we can avoid whatever the hell that is.”

 

[Aris Noble]

It was a simple combination, but it worked great to overwhelm a foe who wasn't prepared for just how fast Aris could be. Especially when they were blinded. He didn't look back, just committed to his strike. Except, resistance. He blinked as his saber didn't cut through. He could defend against a strike from a lightsaber himself, but he had to be prepared for it, be aware.

He was just left blinking as he didn't cut through the taller man.

"Good!" Jhyrack declared. "You are a fighter then!"

Aris pulled his blade back, near flinching as he was battered away. Surprise had him too unsettled to properly think on what to do. His lightsaber couldn't cut. His saber shut down then before the blade re-emerged, silent this time as he narrowed his eyes in focus just as the red blade came down. He swung up to catch it. And buckled. The shock that he couldn't catch the blow himself was clear as day.

He hadn't met someone actually stronger than him yet.

Still, he set his footing to keep the blade from cleaving him in turn, gritting his teeth in effort as he pushed up against the heavy blade.

"Sting!"

Zaiya Ceti | Jhyrack

 

[Naomi Carolina]

Objective: 3 - approaching Sith Space Station
Enemies: Open - I think all the PCs are going for Rev squad but message me if I missed you xoxo
Allies: Directly: Su Rov and Floyd Bobronnas Indirectly: Liram Angellus

A wince, knowing her wingmate's personal ties to this. "We'll make it right, Su. I promise." Grits warbled in her headset as another Misfit joined them.

"Welcome to the chaos, Bob!" Naomi whooped as she spun her fighter in a roll, narrowly avoiding some cross fire from a squadron that zipped by. Lights flared on her dash as her shields took a hit.

"Stay tight on each other. We're getting crossfire from the bigger ships. Watch out for their stealths. And watch those guns on the station as we approach."

Other than ALL that, no sweat right? Just like the mines in Barkesh plus if the mynocks had targeting systems and deadly fire. She white-knuckled her x-wing into a portside double roll this time and set off a series of blaster fire as they got closer to the sith space station they were targeting.

"I swear I'll make ya'll a batch of Ma's grits if we get outta this."

 

[Gress D'ran]

Objective I — Eiattu 6
Location: Outside the Royal Palace
Unit Comp: The Hellstompers
Tag: Sara Roche Sentapoth Findos Liram Angellus​

<<Pronto to Demon, priority targets on grid square 20-15, corner East. Enemy has heavy cannons on us, near the Armored Tanks in formation.>>

"Open Fire with all forward batteries!, On coordinates 155.93817." the 10 Armored Assault Tanks emitted a deafening hum as they moved forward, while the Heavy laser cannon (1) and anti-personnel Repeating blaster cannons (2) unleashed their firepower, creating a destructive display in the jungle, tearing through the dense foliage of trees and roots.

"Copy Pronto." Gress said with a calm determination. He had said he wouldn't push forward, but he couldn't leave Roach to die another death. Helldivers were good, but they'd be overwhelmed soon if they were left to their own devices... "Demon to Fury, Long range missile barrage on those tanks. Hit them with everything you have."

<Copy Demon. Prepping barrage. half a mike.>

"Demon to Undertaker. Push three of your Tigers forward and assist Helldiver in the defense."

<Copy Demon. Times 3 Tiger Walkers Pushing ahead.>

"Demon to Solo, provide anti-armor support for the Tigers."

<Copy. Focusing fire on enemy armor.>

The conductor swung his wand, and the band followed.

First opened up the Wildcat missile barrage. 24 chemical anti-armor rockets firing in sequences as the scream of rocket fire filled the air, while the thumping of mortars firing ion burst rounds opened up alongside it. Every vehicle of the pack had a mortar, and every single one was firing on the Trade Federation droids.

Next came the charging and firing of heavy beam cannons from the 6 Thundercats, doubling up each to composite their lasers and cut right through the armored assualt tanks, while the missiles went to secure the kill. Whether it was missile or laser, it didn't matter.

"Undertaker Actual to Roach, Tigers pushing in to reinforce. Load up wounded into rear vics. We'll pop an umbrella for you."

All the while, the Tigers pushed forward in spearhead formation. The sound of mechanical legs moving in sequence filled the air as the 3 Tactical Enforces of the GADF pushed foward, opening up with chain lasers on droid troops. The use of AR HUDs entirely avoided friendly fire, while heavy mass driver cannons engaged clumps of troops with heavy HE shells. One of the Tigers singled out the lone troop transport left, firing HEAT rounds into the machine with reckless abandon. Heavy battle droids were engaged with heavier blaster cannons, intent on ripping them apart with particle blaster fire. Finally, two of the tigers lowered into the swamp, engaging a bubble deflector shield to allow the walker to act as a bunker within the low waters.

"Artillery Core - Bring up the HAG-Ms and redirect all artillery bombardments towards the enemy's artillery compliment and heavier walkers. Position the J1 Proton Cannon within the swamps, and begin anti-aircraft manuevers. Deny them any safe space to land that could compromise our position and staging ground. "

Then came the enemy artillery. The thud of plasma exploding on shields kept Gress on his feet, the cabin rocking like a carnival ride for a moment. Still, he looked to Spartan, his shield officer, who gave him a thumbs up.

They were holding.

<Firestorm, sit-rep.>

<Solo to Demon, all Walkers accounted for. Arty took out Jenny's flak cannon, but her shields are steady.>

<Fury to Demon. In the Mood lost power, will be rebooting. No men lost. Took a direct hit and will be falling back for repair with Midnight Train.>

"Copy Fury. Keep your remaining tanks on a swivel, and engage armor at your discretion." Gress frowned, taking a drag from his cigar. "Radar, what's the word on Liram's flyby?"

"Getting data in now. We've got eyes on the enemy Command Center."

"Word on Krayt's reposition?"

"Out of range of enemy fire and ready to engage."

"Full broadside."

"Aye sir." Radar grinned, grabbing his comm. "This is Demon Bravo to Krayt. Target coordinates sending, full barrage."

<Copy Demon Bravo. Sending the Thunder.>

A minute later, the hellfire of 15 Capital Ship Grade Turbolaser batteries opened up and returned fire on the enemy command center.

TLDR:

Spoiler

3 Firestorm Tiger Walkers pushing forward, while Wildcats and Thundercats open up with missile fire and heavy beam cannons on enemy armor.
Firestorm unloads every mortar they have with droid poppers, while Tigers push forward.
Tigers open up with heavy blaster fire and mass drivers, targeting droid troop clumps and the remaining troop transports.
Krayt, now repositioned outside of enemy arty range, opens up on TF command center.

 

[Liram Angellus]

You know that light that flashes before your eyes before you die?
That's our targeting reticles.​

For anyone that wants to read it, The Angellus family history to this point Is here.
Angellus "Ewan Isaacs - CAG/SCAR Teams CO", LCaptain Halpern "Celestial City CO", Captain Zev Tantor "Silver City" CO, Captain Rojuh Pouil "Valhalla" CO, Captain Scott Pouil - Flight Director 5th Fleet, Chief Gribbs - NCOIC 5th Fleet.
[ANY COMMUNICATIONS INSIDE THESE BRACKETS ARE THE RESULT OF COMMS COMMUNICATION]
SECTOR: Sullust
ORDERS: Attack and secure shipyards / reinforce Hellstompers
WINGMATES: Sara Roche @Gress D’ran Shar Sieu Su Rov Floyd Bobronnas Naomi Carolina
ENGAGING: Sentapoth Findos Lord Tooka Seela Leini Kurayami Bloodborn

​

Captain Pouihl, do I need to initiate training exercises for your pilots?

It took him a moment in between giving direction to pilots, but Scott Pouihl did indeed turn his attention to the Admiral. The blue visage of his holoviewer drawing attention on Angellus’ command table.

No sir, they are more than capable.

Really? Then why are advanced stealth fighters that have a service record of hitting and attacking targets with impunity and disappearing before enemy cannons can turn on them being shot down three and four at a time? By single pilots?/COLOR] Scott knew that the Admiral was right, but the words still stung.

Working on it!

Work harder, close ranks and redirect Interceptors to fly ship to ship if you have to. They have the heaviest firepower and X-wings are built for this. I want those stealths running roughshod on them, not the other way around.

Aye!

As many of the bridge staff could not help but overhear, Liram was not one to yell at his people like this, that made when he DID that much more important. They all were loyal to him because he was loyal to them, he was more worried about bringing as many home as he could than “win” or “lose”. Now, I know that none of you thought we would get out of this clean… Those words seemed to stick in his head…Come to think of it. Pulling up the viewscreen of the POV shots of each GADF capital ship under his flag, Angellus started to pull up the other Captains. Gym can we break formation and run a pincer?.


Line Captain Halpern was naturally busy commanding the Celestial City and running commands to the escorts. He was on the same bridge as Liram so it was easy to talk to him. If we bring our weapons to bear on the outter port, we could get a “net” running but it will take a lot of power.


Do what you gotta do… I want us to get out of this. Scott!

Ronto 1, get your boys over on those frigates! Yessir?

Until we break ranks of these Sith yakheads, I want you running squads. Everyone cover everyone else.

Aye sir. Sorry I’m screwing this up.

You’re not, Captain. You’re the best person to be in your position, you’re better than I was. The words seemed to not only restore confidence in the Captain, but seemed to drive him. In moments he was calling orders and pulling assignments. Soon every no fighter flew alone, there were constant flights of three and four and they were flying like there was no tomorrow.

Line Captain Halpern was ordering the supercarrier and her escorts to reroute all non-essential power to propulsion, shields and weapons and just open fire to out into open space at and towards the attacking SIth capital ships. If they hit their targets… great… if not… there was some chaos… no pun intended.

Angellus was busy as well, coming up with more to this idea in his head.Tantor! You see what we’re doing?

Zev Tantor used to be a part of Omega Squad before he went back to the Academy, more specifically Command School and gained the Commission of Captain. He has known Liram since he was a Commander on the old Silver carrier “Liberation” Looks like you’re starting a Pincer! What side you want us?

Full intensity, full range salvos Port side. Wait for my signal after that. After that, the “Silver City” and her escorts began to move into firing positions and firing heavily to their Port Side, overlapping fields of fire from the “Celestial City’s” carrier group were closing off escape routes. GADF Image Identifiers were the saving grace of all Alliance pilots, as long as they did not fly into cannon bolts screaming through the air, they were safe. At least they were safe from “friendly fire” that is.

The more firepower that was being exhibited from the capital ships, the more aggressive the fighters of the 103rd got. They were now flying at attack speed, all of them. “Warpig” CAS fighters were now running to catch up with the 73rd Marine Battallion. “Carcharodon” Advanced Stealth strike fighters were doing “hit and run” tactics staying on the outskirts just like the Elysian fighters. The real “fighting” was left for the N-1000 X-wings and “Seraphim” long range interceptors. Long sweeping runs were now off the table for more tight movement and full speed attacks. The SIth fighters were being treated like Sith Capital ships.

Angellus was not done though, he was calling up the third piece to this puzzle. His old wingman Captain Rojuh Pouihl. Liram didn’t even need to make any real commands here. Rojuh..

We’re redoing “Circumtore”, aren’t we?

Liram just grinned. See… this is why I like you…

“Circumtore” was of course the battle of Circumtore, Silver defense forces were outnumbered by smaller faster fighters until Commander Angellus started ordering fighters on the outside and closing in on them. We got Starboard?

Starboard!

On it. Moments later, Captain Ewan “Raider” Isaacs, SCAR wing commander and Black Ops man chimed in,

Admiral, we managed to steal two frigates from the shipyards. You want us in this?

Yes! Liram had almost forgotten about the SCARs as they were often left to their own devices and deadly efficient. You mind being bait?

We’ll help keep’em tight and honest.

Good Good! Game on yakheads! We can do this! Soon the ships were all firing in their assigned directions. Overlapping fields of fire closed SIth fighters and capital ships in even more. They barely had one way in, and one way out. Now it was time. Close the net!
The ships of the 5th began turning their weapons fire inward. Anything Sith Order alligned had less and less room to safely move,.

Meanwhile the Troopships and Skycranes carrying 73rd Marine troops and equipment were moving quickly, very quickly into Eiattu-6 airspace. Soon, the skies were filled with FLAK and AA fire, but that is what the gunships were there for. Accelerating to attack speed, the Cherub gunships began to not only open fire against Trade Federation militia, but relaying targeting information.

“Hellstomper Actual. This is Cherub Leader… we are relaying enemy location and numbers to you and are on standby for live fire. We have more on the way as well. We will continue to engage, but if you need us call us. Call sign ‘Azrael’.”

As good as the Cherubs were, they would not last long against all of this precise Anti-Air fire. They did not have long to survive though.

The Warpigs were joining the fight.

Spoiler: 5TH FLEET

Composition:

Spoiler: 5TH FLEET

• Fleet - Commanded by Rear Admiral Liram Angellus
• Commandships -
• Celestial City - Commanded by Line Captain Gym Halpern - NPC
• Silver City - Commanded by Captain Zev Tantor - NPC
• Valhalla - Commanded by Captain Rojuh Pouil - NPC

[*]Carrier group Virtue- Commanded by Captain Zev Tantor - NPC
[*]Silver City
[*]Rancor
[*]Treadstone
[/LIST]
[*]Carrier group Power- Commanded by Captain Rojuh Pouil - NPC

• Valhalla
• Nexu
• Black Briar
• Flagship Escorts
  
  • Liberty
  • Profligacy
  ]

Spoiler: 103RD TACTICAL AIR WING

• Air Wing - Commanded by Scott Puhil
• 103rd Tactical Starfighter Wing
• Jackal Class Starfighter (piloted by SCAR Group][/URL)https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/spacial-combat-and-rendition.156999/#post-2098659
  [*][URL='https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/fi-75-super-angel-long-range-high-speed-multipurpose-interceptor.166213/#post-2182565']Super Archangel class Multi-Role Fighter/Interceptor
• Seraphim Class Long Range Heavy Interceptor
• NC-1000 X-Wing
• Soverenignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter
• Elysian class Strike fighter
• Carcharodon Strike Fighter
• AMF" Y-wing Bomber
• Warpig Close air Support

Spoiler: 73RD MARINE BATTALLION

• Marine Regimen
• 73rd Marine Batallion - Commanded by Lt. Colonel Telaskta - NPC
  
  • Marine Carrier/Transport/Lander "Stellar"
  • Seraphim Marines
  • Powered Armor
  • Cherub Troop Transport
  • Cherub Gunship
  • Saraquael Fighting Vehicles
  • A-2319 Tanks
  • "Haniel" Tank Mk II
  • "Gundark" Multi-Purpose Vehicle
  • Jackhammers
  • "Mauler" Class Mobile Command Center
  • Skycranes

Spoiler: BLACK OPS/SPECIAL FORCES

Spoiler: BLACK OPS/SPECIAL FORCES

• Special Forces/Black Ops
• SCAR Group (Black Ops)
• Captain Ewan "Raider" Isaacs (SCAR Group Commander - NPC)

[*]Omega Squad (Naval Special Forces)

• Captain Aien "Azrael" Mueller (Retired - Former CO - NPC)
• Lieutenant Bren "Michael" Alazar (Commanding Officer

 

[Noah Corek Jr.]

Objective 1 - Eiattu 6 - Surface
Gear: Armor - Vambraces - Rifle - Lightsabers
Tags: Lossa Aureus - Kasir Dorran ​

Since the two of them last met Junior had indeed put a lot of practice under his belt, bouncing around from one end of the galaxy to the other, doing mercenary and bounty work organizations like the Alliance, The Tingel Arm, the Protectors and the Bounty Guild. It was nowhere near glamorous or galaxy altering but it suited him just fine, flying below the radar, building his own reputation from the ground up rather than letting his fathers reputation speak instead.

When she confirmed that they had indeed not hooked up, Junior let out a breath that he didn’t realize he had been holding. “Oh thank Manda…” Almost as soon as the words left his mouth he kicked himself mentally. “Not that I don’t wanna hook up with you!” Again the Mandalorian regretted his lack of a ‘brain to mouth’ filter as his mother would call it. “What I mean Los is you are a very attractive woman who I’m attracted to on various amount of levels…you know what? I’m just gonna shut the feth up.” Despite aging a few years since their last meeting it seemed as if he hadn’t lost ALL of the awkwardness of his youth.

When the fact of their drinks on their previous encounter came up he decided to not ‘shut the feth up’. “That would explain why I woke up the next morning feeling like I drank twice as much as I thought I did…at the time I swore my cup was refilling itself, I just wrote it off as too much drink.”

He couldn’t just hear the remorse in her voice when she spoke of Romi but it radiated through the Force, whether from her emotions bleeding through the lingering of their meld from all those years ago or she was actually projecting them into the Force unknowingly was anyone’s guess.

When she confirmed her newly acquired inches of height he was about to ask how before she cut him off. “Buy’ce bat, kar’ta dar.” He whispered under his breath, some of the first words his father had told him when he started his combat training.

He followed close behind as she left the hide, using the Force to enhance his own speed as well. He kept his sabers secured to his belt for now as he followed, content to let their adversaries think he was nothing but a common Mandalorian grunt.

Mind clear of all thoughts beside battle he felled his first target with a quick two-one burst, two to the chest and one to the head. Another approached Lossa, crimson saber raised to strike only for it to be blocked by the beskar bayonet before being parried away to be followed up with a quick slash to the jugular.

 

[Su Rov]

Objective 3: approaching Sith Space Station
Enemies: Sith Forces
Allies: Floyd Bobronnas Naomi Carolina Alliance Forces

Su followed alongside in the double roll maneuver. For the briefest moment she felt like a racer again only for the next multiple explosions to erupt. The cockpit trembled by the sheer firepower outside. Staying on task with hands firmly gripped on the controls when the sensor picked up an enemy fighter diving above them, aiming for Flyod's Y-Wing. Reacting fast Su yanked the controls upwards maneuvering the A-Wing to intercept the hostile.

Her shields' power dropped and her fighter shook more violently as some of the enemy's volley struck her. Without hesitating for another movement Su Rov locked on and fired a quick burst of three shots. The first missed but the last two bolts struck dead center and blasted the enemy craft into pieces. Swifty she dived back down reforming the Misfits' triple formation and hearing Noami's promise as they drew closer to the Sith station. Despite the madness around them or rather because of it Su allowed a hopeful smile in reaction.

"Don't know what grits are but I'll hold ya to it Boss." Su replied back to Naomi. Assuming they survive what comes next.

 

[Kalzok]

Location: Caverns of Naalol
Tags: Vulpesen

Still, the form had done its job and he shed it just as quickly as it had been assumed, growing back to his humanoid form as he hit the ground with his saber still in hand. As soon as his boots hit the dirt, he took the risk and mounted himself in place against the wind, calling up the earth to grasp at his shins.

"You're a fun one," he growled as he raised his free hand to the wall and issued a telekinetic blast. Instead, he simply did his best to break the wall apart, turning the stone into an explosion of shrapnel against the sorcerer behind it.

Kalzok grunted in frustration, refocussing on the wall as the Wilder sent shockwaves at it, almost breaking it apart. He strained to keep hold of the earth too, the putrescent corruption in the Force emanating from him, leaving the earth dry and blackened. The Spined Lord and wish to use those earth anchors soon.

His ears could hear faintly beyond that wall, catching the all too familiar crackle of energy.

The wall began to break open, leaving small holes for Kalzok to see the Wilder. And for the first time in a long while, the flesh-shell of the Sith once named Kalzok felt a feral grin split his face. He released his control over the wall, redirecting to the earth, and....

A concentrated blast of Force Lightning unleashed from his eyes, the twin lightning bolts riding his eyesight to bore through the weakened wall, exploding through in a surprise explosion, the sorcerous electricity heading straight to the Wilder at hundreds of times the speed of sound. All the while, Kalzok held on to the earth anchors that gripped Vulpesen's shins, holding him in place for the lightning bolts.