Junction [GA/SO] Unhallowed Front | GA/SO Junction of Yvara & Epica

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Spoiler: Equipment

Outfit: Training Clothes, Dark Valkyrie Armor*, Blood infused Liquid Laminanium Bracelets
Weapons: Svikin Hjörtu, Ancient Lightsaber, Old Owners Lightsaber, Fathers Lightsaber, Trandoshan Jedi's Lightsaber, Bag of long fused Thermal Detonators

Tags -
Allies: Darth Carnifex | Sarlow Zambrano | Lina Djo
Local: Thurion Heavenshield | Vulpesen | Zark San Tekka |
Engaging: Tracyn Ordo

They Hit Without Warning - Epic Score (Edward Bradshaw)

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Teresa and the two with her swung round and filed into a line. Using the hole they blew in the canopy the three sunk below and began maneuvering through thick twisting branches. Both hands dipped into the bag one after another, each time another Thermal Detonator was active and subsequently thrown as small and large groups. It would not be long till the work of the Vorpal Valkyries attacks forces their troops to spread. Each time one blew their booms swallowed anything close in flames and sliced with streaking hot shards of shrapnel.

The devastation was beautiful her expression showed the delight in hearing all kinds of screams and panic. With a simple gesture she gave a silent order to the two wing women to cover her. Both wings furled against Teresa back, one by one she activated the six lightsabers ripping them from her belt and releasing them. They'd not fall rather float and keeping with her pace as she began her charge. Her eyes burned their gaze into the back of the soldiers on front line. With an almost manic smile she rushed ahead each saber turned sideways creating a long line.

By the time one in their group noticed it was to late, each one found themselves decapitated from around their abdomen to their chests. It gave way for panic to ensue as their line was broken. Slowly the undead pushed trickling ever closer in their greed. By the time she had turned to see where her comrades had gone to they had already fallen. One cleft in twain as the other with a bludgeoned face and a burning hole in her chest. "Disappointing, truly." She muttered looking at the adversary. Pulling the sabers Svikin Hjörtu to her, they threaded into the sheaths that hung at her side.

It was strange how the man plunged his blade into the ground, perhaps a strange ritual of some kind. No matter, her task was to bring the weapons of her pray back to Carnifex. The jedi's words where almost comical if not somewhat generic to her. Teresa had heard similar lines in the past. "I mean you are probably right. I doubt it will take that long over run your feeble forces to their ends. I cannot allow another to head towards my master. So given you have a pretty blade, I shall be your date this wonderful day." It was clear in her tone that she was enjoying what was going on around. Rather her expression displayed great pleasure from the sights.

There was not an ounce of hesitation as her last word was said both the Ancient and Trandoshan's blade shot forth towards the jedi. They moved like darts splitting the air in their path running parallel. "My, how rude. I hear some like to do introductions. Silly me. Teresa Pellax." A combination of her name and the one Kaine gave her. She could not stomach using her current last name. The idea alone filled her mouth with bile, Or that was perhaps a bout of morning sickness trying to creep at an inopportune moment. This may perhaps be her last battle of this kind for some time, Teresa intended to enjoy herself fully.

After all she could rely on the other nine to continue causing discourse from above, all they had to do was keep the lines in disarray.

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[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Celanon

Trade Consortium

Objective: Escape | Interacting with @Makai Dashiell Rolin Voss

Enemies : Zombies | Allies : Not Zombies

Grey eyes were hazed over, the heiress unresponsive other than the jolts and twitches that came in response to screams and loud noises. The rumbling BOOM of the distant artillery managed to briefly knock some sense into her, allowing the distant sound of Makai's and Thirty-Seven's voices to cut through the din.

However, by then, Makai had swung her over into a fireman's carry, his shoulder digging sharply into her belly and the entire world spinning as chaos swarmed around them.

Eyes wide, she took in the rush and pushing of desperation causing people to shove and trip over themselves. A woman was tossed to the ground, only to be trampled upon as no one gave her any ability to rise from the ground. Her sheer cry of pain and terror was an instant trigger to the past.

Another scream. Another lifetime. Another horde that she ran for her life from. An echo of a childhood nightmare that played out in real-time-- and as the air grew thick with the stench of panic, Myra struggled once again to breathe.

The vivid images of Drumond Kaas overlapped with the frenetic scene before her. Her trembling hands clasped at the blue fabric of Makai's jacket in a knuckle-white grip, a stark contrast to the confident woman she pretended to be in that conference room just mere moments ago.

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The air was thick with a palpable sense of dread as little Myra stumbled through the labyrinth of tents that made up their refugee village. Her small hand clutched desperately at her mother's, her father urging them forward with an urgency that mirrored the pounding of her tiny heart.​

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Another finger was brought up to her father's lips, signaling that she had to be quiet. That they couldn't make a sound, his face strained with worry. Tears streamed down Myra's face as she struggled to keep pace. The world around her was a blur of panicked faces, desperate cries, and the guttural moans of the approaching undead horde. Run. Gotta keep running, gotta keep---​

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"Gah!" Myra's foot caught on a rock, and she fell hard. In mere moments, the world slowed to a nightmarish crawl. She felt herself tumble, the ground rushing up to meet her. Panic surged as her mother's desperate grip tried to save her from the impending fall.​

"Mama!" Myra's cry was drowned out by the ominous groans that echoed through the village, alerted by Myra's scream of their presence. ​

[ -- Keep moving. The second door to the left, enter it. From there, we can reach the exit. ] El-Three's curt instructions were direct and to the point.

However, they weren't the only ones trying to push forward. A large Houk muscled his way forward, pushing past Thirty-Seven to take the door towards the exit he'd just provided instruction to. Unfortunately for him, his desperate need to save himself was his doom. For as soon as he opened the door, the ghoulish groans and cries of the undead met him. A bloody, disfigured undead swung its gaze about, locking onto the Houk. Two more beside it snarled. In an instant, they were upon him.

At the terrifying growling sound of the undead, Myra held her hands over her ears and gave a silent scream.

 

[Nir Si]

Objective: Slay the Horde
Engaging: Annika Starfire ​

Big Portal...

The boy shook his head, as the sword spoke in binary.

<Intel insufficent. Reanimated meatbags still primary objective. Focus Nir.>

"Right, right." He said, as he went back to slaying zombies. With his sword, it was practically childsplay, throwing it at a zombie, before teleporting it right back to his hand, then going for another one.

 

[Damian Du Couteau]

Damian Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Celanon
Objective Two
Outfit

Damian found himself in quite the predicament, here he was standing in an empty room with a dead criminal that had posed as a legitimate businessman. While the galaxy can be quite unpredictable, Damian wanted to call foul on his whole ordeal. The dead criminal wasn’t his doing but simply was dead upon Damian’s arrival and to only add insult to injury the dead criminal was the only reason the young Du Couteau heir was anywhere near this system.

Future plans of Hyperlane trade routes and business contacts all down the drain. Damian really found the galaxy to be rather cruel with its jokes. Of course that didn’t include the whole situation of a Sith Invasion of the planet of Celanon. With an uncharacteristic pout from Damian, he shook off his intrusive thoughts and began to head out of the room and find a suitable escape route.

The city streets were already filled with shouts, screams and terrors that only the Sith could manifest to destroy and devastate. Damian’s crimson eyes narrowed at the large swaths of people running, speeders raced above their heads but what caused Damian to swear were the parodies of life charging towards the civilians. The clear and easier route were the streets below, but he couldn’t waste time climbing down flights of stairs and attempting to run past the undead monsters rampaging the alleys below.

Carefully he picked the easiest part to jump from his building to the next, the roof wasn’t exactly a comfortable landing spot but Damian grunted as he picked himself up and pulled out his data-slate to find his next path. His eyes worked fast to read and his fingers even faster to get a message out to his own transport ship. The Alliance were attempting to stem the flow of the Sith attacks, he read flash reports of Defense Force army elements in the city, but the Starport itself was under attack. No wonder my Commlink is having trouble getting a message out.

Damian turned his head to the sound of noise, one of the doors that lead to the roof was being pounded and without hesitation Damian began to jump over to the next building. He wasn’t exactly prepared for such action, but even so he wasn’t about to complain about his luck just yet. He scarcely could give his own outfit a second thought as more scrapes, tears and dirt stains accumulated, instead whenever he could Damian would open his data-slate to see how much closer he was to the next Alliance strong point.

His good fortune of avoiding the undead failed with his next jump as several were searching for something living to consume. Damian’s eyes opened wide as he spun and twisted, his right hand reached for the hilt of his sword and slashed across to create an opening to escape the clutches of the undead. Decayed hands outstretched to grasp Damian, but with another downward stroke he cut off their hands with ease and Damian sprinted past them and jumped towards any different roof.

Damian rolled and clutched his sword tightly to avoid cutting himself, with a quick scan of his immediate surroundings he relaxed and sheathed his weapon to grab his data-slate. He gave it a single glance before giving an undignified swear word, the data-slate was cracked and useless. He tossed the device on the ground and figured he could sort of guess his next path. Either that or find myself being eaten alive. It of course didn’t take long for Damian to find himself feeling a bit lost but he kept climbing and jumping to different buildings, avoiding any fights whenever possible. Even if it meant taking a longer and more roundabout route to where Damian thought was the Alliance defense strong point.

Damian stopped after yet another harsh landing, he took a moment to breathe and scan the surrounding area. The streets below were quite a horrific sight to witness, and already as he turned to check the roofs behind him, many were filled with the undead searching for the living. His eyes turned across to see people also jumping across the roof, he hoped they had a better idea of where to go and Damian began to jump and make his way towards them.

With renewed vigor Damian got closer to what he guessed with other escaping civilians and noted that it was actually a trio and not a pair, two children as one of them were hanging onto the only adult in the group.

“H-hello there,” Damian called out to them, his voice a tad breathless. “Do you happen to have a working datapad?” He added finally, his hands brushing his shirt and pants, attempting to make himself presentable.
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|| Lily Rhodes ||​

 

[Xeykard]

Corazona von Ascania ​

Xeykard never really understood why Jedi did it like that.

He turned away, seeming to acquiesce to the Jedi's demand, and reached for the door beside which the guards he'd just cut down had been posted -- only to tear it from its hinges and throw it at the Jedi's head.

"Ah, the Jedi would prefer this one leave you for the dead below!" he snarled. His ire was focused on the one before him; he didn't let his bloodlust leak. Though in truth he cared little for the individual guildmasters, they were his mission, and he did not intend to scare them off or leave them for dead.

He scanned the young Jedi before him, wracking his brain but coming up with little. Not having prior knowledge of his opponent was often cause for caution. A single trap or trick could spell the end of his life in the heat of combat. Yet, having sized up his opponent, he found a small swell of confidence -- from what he could tell, he had every advantage. This seemed an easy opportunity to prove his worth to the Dark Lord, distant as he may be.

Xeykard didn't delay any longer; better her think him a brute. He snarled again, "A demonstration, then!"

He leapt onto the table, its ornate make supporting his weight, though not without struggle. He spun his massive lightclub with ease, and advanced to bring it down on his opponent -- once, twice, a dozen more times, with savage strength.

 

[Darth Amarok]

Objective I - Yavin IV

It was maddening to Darth Amarok. The feeling that he was MEANT to be here, at this precise moment. Was there some profound revelation that the Force wished to bestow on him? Some unfinished business from his past coming full circle at last?

Then, he heard it. The unmistakable sound of two lightsabers igniting. Jedi. It had to be. Reaching out through the Force, Darth Amarok caught a faint hint of a lightside presence nearby. It was time to hunt. Stealthily, he made his way towards where the sound seemed to be coming from. Instinctively, his hands went to his belt, retrieving his own weapons, a matched set of lightsabers given to him by Lady Venge after she had succeeded in corrupting him to the Dark Side completely. In accordance with Sith tradition, Amarok had bled the crystals from his original sabers, channeling all of his hate and suffering into the once orange kyber crystals until they finally turned blood red.

Coming to a clearing, but keeping to the shadows in order to avoid immediate detection, Darth Amarok witnessed a young Jedi squaring off against several of the undead soldiers that had been deployed by the Sith. Amarok could swear that he had never encountered this Jedi before, not even in his previous life, and yet....there seemed to be a sense of familiarity to him.


TAG- Connel Vanagor

 

[Gress D'ran]

Objective: Hold the Line
Tags: Liram Angellus Danthem Scipios Vulpesen​

At first it seemed like the marines were doing their job, and the Davronian could rest easy.

Then it hit. Out of the jungle, out of the forest, came the horde. Not just zombies, but Repuslor Tanks, Walkers, Heavy Tanks, and speeder jockeys that seemed more intent on acting as suicide charges than combatants. They came from every direction, the sith opening up with everything they had.

"Sir we're surrounded!"

"Good, that just means we won't miss. Get command on the horn!" He yelled, speaking into his mic. "Voodoo, this is priority message. The farkin' heavy tanks were a trap, they're trying to flank you and pocket us while we're exposed! Get Ethereal Fire Support pronto or they're gonna get wiped out! Trident! You guys need to hold the li-"

He growled as a pair of Recon Craft buzzed the temple, the Lynx APCs immediately opening up on them with anti-air laser fire, taking down one, but leaving the other only slightly damaged. Just after, a pair of Gunships attempted to barrage the trench line, only to be met with anti-air missiles from the Thundercats. "Central Command, get Revenant Squadron on the horn! We got bogeys lighting up our trenches like it's a womprat shoot, and we need air cover!"

The commander let out a low growl, pulling out a cigar and taking a long drag. "Alright men, all battle stations. Anything made of meat, blow it up. Anything made of metal, make it slag. Anything made of hopes and dreams? I want it shattered before it hits our trench line."

The Thundercats opened up, pairing off targets for composite beam strikes, while the Wildcats picked off individual targets, Bobcats and Cougars letting out an unending stream of plasma, while turbolaser cannons from the Cougars sent any speeder that approached to ash.

The sound of the Sphinx's four turbolasers going off alone made the battle a deafening affair, but in symphony with the Screaming Falcons constant firing, it was more a guess on how any marine in the trenches could communicate. The mile wide ring around the temple of open ground now more resembled a moon than a jungle floor, while the sound of constant, continuous blaster fire made the battle sound more like an unending hum as blaster bolts darted across no man's land. And truely, it was. Whatever came within a hundred meters of the trench line was either riddled with holes from blaster bolts, or tenderized by high explosives. Mortars, missiles, grenades. Plumes of limbs and mud spired up from mortar strikes, and part of Gress knew that when all was said and done, the trees would probably grow back a bit quicker with all this new fertilizer.

And yet, with the destruction of more sith armor, the distance between the killing field and the trench line slowly shrank. He knew they'd need EVAC eventually, but he hoped the assaults would end soon...

 

[Audren Sykes]

Objective II (PVE)
Location: Celanon
Tag: Lily Rhodes

One more turn and he could see the edge of the spaceport. Distantly see it in the gap between two buildings, but it was distinctly within reach. Another step, then another. Running would attract attention. Or then again, maybe it wouldn't. The street was empty, not a being in sight. Given the sounds he'd heard earlier that was probably a good thing since he didn't want to be jockeying for space with a mother and her children or hear their hysterics.

Had the Sephi been a normal being there wouldn't have been any notice whatsoever. As it was he had barely a flicker of warning through the Force, just enough to duck into the closest alleyway. Half an eye was kept peeled in the direction of the disturbance, only to see a small horde of zombies round a corner. As quickly and quietly as he could, the Sephi was on a windowsill a floor up. Zombies were bad business: never natural and usually dangerous. That went double for when there were Sith trailing them.

His blood ran cold when the aforementioned mother and children turned onto the same road. One Sith nudged the other and both got goofy grins on their faces, and nearly simultaneously their arms were raised and pointed at the family. The undead surged forward and fresh shrieks filled the air as the children reacted to the danger. Even at this distance he could see the emotions crossing the woman's face: shock, anger, despair, then resignation. She pulled the children behind her, knowing that it would just delay the inevitable but doing what any parent would.

The Sith had made the decision for him by threatening the civilians. They were so focused on the targets that they never realized the danger they'd put themselves in. A loose piece of permacrete from the windowsill flew through the air even as Audren took a springing step into the air. The brick brained the further; if the tall Pau'an survived the initial impact the zombies would finish him. The Nikto partner turned at the sudden collapse. The last thing he saw was the rush of pavement as gravity helped Audren's hand bounce the horned head onto the street. This didn't stop the zombies though, they had targets. What did stop them was the industrial dumpster that swept across the street and sandwiched the undead into a delivery airspeeder parked on the other side of the road, courtesy of the Force. The impact made a satisfying crunch.

After a couple seconds the woman opened her eyes, shocked at the noise and really at still being alive. She saw no zombies, just two bodies lying in the street and another man walking towards her.

"The streets aren't safe, you need to find shelter."

Wordlessly, she pointed at the next building down the way. He nodded and motioned towards it so she could start moving, then moved parallel to ensure they got there. All the while he was concealing his other hand...one of the horns had caught him and while it wasn't a serious wound, there was nothing like losing confidence or inspiring unwanted pity because of a bloody injury. Just as she was offering to let him stay inside with them however, he heard words drifting through the Force and had to decline.

Help us.

Please.

Though by no means a telepath, it was simple enough for the Jedi Master to return an interrogative:

"Where?"

 

[Damian A. Drake]

ROOFTOPS - INNER CITY - CELANON
Andragnath || Lily Rhodes

Run.

The sound of rapid footfalls kept hammering away at the concrete and metal rooftops. The smell of smoke and rotting flesh filled his lungs with each heavy gasp overtaking his lungs. A small amount of sweat rolled over his creased forehead as he narrowed his eyes, judging the next jump. Pushing off the ledge with both legs, Drake flew forward with arms outstretched before beginning to lean forward and cross his arms over in front of his face.

Slamming onto the next roof with a roll, Damian quickly stumbled upright before pushing off the ground and taking off. The more rotted corpses could not leap from roof to roof, but the freshly infected? They still retained a fair degree of awareness and muscle strength to make those leaps and bounds. With the hordes overtaking the streets, it would suicidal to go anywhere but inside or higher ground.

Drake cast a look over to his side noticing movement. A young woman and two kids on a rooftop . They were the last thing he saw as his feet met air instead of solid ground. The ground collapsed underneath him. His entire body lurching to the right at the downwards pull of gravity as all traction and stability was lost. Shielding himself from the ground, his arms stretched out in front of him. The roar and crash of an escape pod clipping the entire side of the building brought all other sounds to a silence.

Everything was dust and debris in that moment and stinging his eyes even from behind his glasses. He closed them and saw darkness as he fell. The impact of the ground struck him first as his body rolled a few times before striking his back against a wall. The pain shot throughout his entire spine as he grit his teeth. The scrapes and bruises stung as he slowly pushed himself up, grunting with the exertion.

His eyes opened again as he coughed into his fist, trying to clear air-starved lungs. He was on ground level. The last place he wanted to be right now. And a large evacpod blocked his only way forward. Standing up straight created a sudden sting of pain from his side, Drake covered his side with one hand and nursing what may have been a fractured rib. His head throbbed. It would be safe to throw a concussion in there too judging how he could feel liquid pooling from a small cut on his forehead.

The hiss and movement of the evacpod opening caught both his eyes and ears. Immediately through all the pain, his training took hold and overrode everything else.

Survive.

Immediately, his free hand drew his blaster forth. Aiming steady at the evacpod and where he ascertained may be the head of whoever exited the pod, Drake grit his teeth as he set his blaster to charge its shot. A gamble, sure, but the agent doubted he would have more than one shot at close range if there was a Sith inside the pod.

Help us.

Please.

Like a bad connection on a comlink full of static and warbling, Drake began hearing voices, distant and weak, through all the noise a battlefield offered. His eyes darted from side to side trying to find the source before focusing on the pod first.

Focus. One messed up situation at a time.​

 

[Liram Angellus]

IF YOU AREN’T ACTIVELY STANDING UP FOR WHAT IS RIGHT, YOU ARE PART OF THE PROBLEM.​

Spoiler: CARRIER

LEAD SHIP NAME: CELESTIAL CITY
SHIP CLASS: SUPER CARRIER
EQUIPPED: 25x L4Vele Series Deployable Defense turrets.
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

Spoiler: FIGHTER COMPLIMENT

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT:
103rd Tactical Starfighter Wing "Angel of Death Squadron"

LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION
[*]Super Archangel class Multi-Role Fighter/Interceptor (10 Squadrons)

STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER
[*]Elysian class Strike fighter (10 Squadrons)

181st Tactical Starfighter Wing “Voodoo Wing”

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER
[*]NC-1000 X-Wing (10 Squadrons)
[*]Capital A-Wing (4 Squadrons)

BOMBERS W ESCORT
[*]"AMF" Y-wing Bomber (6 Squadrons)
[*]Sovereignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter (5 Squadrons)

78th Support Air Division “Ares Wing”

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS
[*]Cherub Gunship (2 Squadrons)
[*]Cherub Transport (2 Squadrons)

SPACIAL COMBAT AND RENDITION - SCARs use the Jackal Fighter for its balance of speed and maneuverability as well as its remote capabilities. This allows the elite pilot/operators to"bail" and operate in zero-G often a tactic in boarding capital ships.
SCAR WING
[*]Jackal Class Starfighter (1 Squadron)

Spoiler: ETHEREAL MARINES PER CARRIER

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
18x Skycranes

For anyone that wants to read it, The Angellus family history to this point Is here.
Angellus "Ewan Isaacs - CAG/SCAR Teams CO"
[ANY COMMUNICATIONS INSIDE THESE BRACKETS
ARE THE RESULT OF COMMS COMMUNICATION] - All units named in story are in Spoiler
SECTOR: Yavin
ORDERS: Defend the system
WINGMATES: @Gress D’ran | Danthem Scipios | Vulpesen
ENGAGING:

Objective I - Yavin IV
(PvE/PvP)​

From the way it sounded, these undead Sith had brains after all, or whatever magical nonsense that was controlling them was really good. Angellus could not respond to the trap that was set as he was busy in the air, but that is why he trusted ground operations to Colonel Telaskta, it was her job after all.

“I want Rapier column (Haniel tanks) to circle around behind the Sith tanks. I want Wamprat Battallion(Gundarks) to cut across the vegetation and hit them from the side. This is where I would say ‘Let’s show these bastards we can fight!’, but they’re too incoherent to know or care. ” She barked confidently. They may die here, but they were going to die fighting.

“Here they come!” Yelled out one of the gunners of the Mauler Command Center.

“Dig in! I want all mid and light guns on the outside! Force them closer together! All heavy guns in the middle!” The Colonel called out, now standing on top of the huge combat vehicle. She was not going to sit back and watch her people risk their lives, she was sharing the danger. As the heavy tanks began moving forward, hammering the fighting vehicles, all everyone heard was “BRRRRT!”

“I know that sound!” Another gunner yelled out.

“It’s the Razorbacks!(Sovereignty Air Support fighters)”

As Telaskta just smiled in relief, she watched as the Cherub gunships finally made their way back down to the planet.

“Let’s mop up and get over to fortify the Hellstompers!”

B]MEANWHILE IN THE AIR[/B]


[Acknowledged Hellstomper command. We’re on it.
While he had yet to tell them personally, Angellus was impressed by the precision of Revenant Squadron. They were in on the attack runs already protecting the ground units. It freed his bombers up to make runs on the Sith columns

The Hellstompers were about to experience pain when out of the blue squadron after squadron of the ten squadron wing of Elysian class Strike fighters[ hammered the heavy tanks as well as what they could of the hovertanks. They did not get every target, but the numbers were being drastically cut down while the stealth fighters would get away clean.

Liram was busy directing air support in other locations when the anti-air started. The sky lit up with flak that was NOT discerning and he was losing fighter after fighter and bomber after bomber. [Bombers pull out of the area and hold until I call for you again!]

[“Sir, with respect, I think I speak for everyone when I say we want to stay in the fight!”]

[“I don’t want to go!”]

[“Let’s fight!]

[That’s an order! Trust me, I will be calling you again.]

As the bombers slowly but surely bugged out, Liram switched channels.

[Mustang! This is Voodoo 1! Mustang! This is Voodoo 1! Move into atmo and bring guns to ground! Call fire to follow!] Not liking what he just did, Liram switched again. [Hellstomper Command, this is Voodoo 1! Ethereal Marines are closing in to fortify your position, close up ranks. It’s about to rain cannon fire.] This seemed sort of an “endgame” move, but the Admiral was not going to sacrifice any of his men, not anymore. They had the guns, it was time to use them.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

An eye for an eye only ends with the whole world blind.​

Spoiler: PERSONAL EFFECTS

Jedi Defender Light Corvette
"Crotch Rocket" Speederbike
Headset Microphone Comm-link
Vambraces
Custom Robes/Armor
Long handle Lightsaber "Alpha"
Short saber "Omega"
Astromech Droid "D1-N3"

[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

SECTOR: Yavin IV Obj I
MISSION: Defend Defend Defend
TAGS - ALLIES: Thirdas Heavenshield | Vulpesen | Nir Si | @Gress D’ran
TAGS - FOES: Darth Amarok​

Objective I - Yavin IV
(PvE/PvP)

The fighting was fierce, they just kept coming, but Connel was not going to stop either. He was pacing himself and taking each foe as they came, until he felt a presence. The Darkness that the Force was bringing him to. The center of the story was here and he was going to find it, but he needed to survive this. The momentary lapse in focus allowed several undead warriors to jump and latch onto him, clawing and gnawing at his skin. He wasn’t going to last at this rate as Connel was grasping his hands together and centering the Force into his chest until.

GAH! Repulsive Force energy sent them flying and knocked back several more. Repositioning himself, Connel caught his breath and fell back into an attack position.

You might as well show yourself! I know you’re here! He didn’t know where the Sith was, but Vanagor knew there was one in the area looking to make a notch on his belt at the young Jedi Knight’s expense.

Not today.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Celanon
Allies - Those shooting zombies
Enemies - Those using zombies presently because they knew what her reaction to zombies would be
Open to Interactions
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They had been too late.

She had discovered the first targets of this new initiative from the Emperor just days before the attacks would begin. Yavin IV was an odd choice, in her opinion, as there not that large of a population settled there since the Rekali Clan and their allies retreated even deeper into the Roil to wait out the conflicts around their home and Sith occupation.

Celanon, on the other hand, was a prime target for unleashing undead upon. A more heavily populated world at the juncture of multiple hyperlanes, including the Hydian Way and the Mara Corridor. She would not abide such a wanton display of destruction and death, especially when it was not something that would benefit them beyond striking fear. Fear had its uses but using Blackwing... Darth Carnifex had seen her initial reaction when he told her of the plan on Ziost.

She had thought there would be more time before the first strikes, time enough to develop a newer and stronger counter to the virus propagating the undead horde from Odacer-Faustin. But she had been mistaken. She had only been on Celanon for two days, working feverishly with both her followers and the scientists to distribute the Silverrain vaccine to as many of the population as she could, but the number protected from the virus was paltry compared to the whole population.

Then the attack had begun, and her plans had shifted accordingly.

Now her forces had taken over and fortified one of the capital's spaceports, providing a safe zone for anyone that could make it to them while the Alliance forces did battle against the undead horde her erstwhile allies have brought with them. She knew it was only a matter of time before the collective of the Blackwing's orchid component broke free of whatever control the Sith thought they might exert over their number and then it would turn on all of them.

Her forces, knightly in their armor and resolute in resolve, would be familiar to the older generations perhaps as Sith legionaries, but she had ensured long ago her own personal forces looked nothing like other Sith troopers. They were monitoring for distress beacons. They were helping wounded receive medical attention and protection from the insidious force that was trying to infect them. They were protecting any who made it to them. They were preparing rescue operations with both local and their own gunships. Today, it wouldn't matter they were led by an infamous Sith. Today, she wasn't here to further the Sith agenda. Today, she was here to save lives... whoever she could.

Her sister would probably be proud of her.

 

[Vazz]

She took the bait, so he dropped from above. There wasn't a blur of motion or a flash of light from a reflection of the neon lights on his blades. Rather, it was an unnatural shadow. Easily missed by eyes that didn't know what to look for, but a streak of shadow was certainly something her familiar could see as he brought down his twin sickled blades for the Cathar's spine.

Just as the illusion found themselves bit by a zombie and screamed in pain. Another part of something he'd influenced, but just at the right moment to help his strike hit.

Jonyna Si

 

[Lily Rhodes]

Tags: Damian Du Couteau Audren Sykes Damian A. Drake​

They cleared another roof, the undead horde behind them toppling over the edge, the gap too wide. But like a new river carving through the earth they would find away. to her left, she caught a glimpse of someone else, before they dropped, the surface they had aimed for collapsing beneath them. Lily's heart sank. There was nothing she could do for them.

The boy was on his hands and knees panting, Lily couldn't push him any further, not yet, they needed a minute. She set the girl down, coming onto one knee before them. "What are your names?"

"Jacen." she boy panted sitting upright "This is Ellie." Lily smiled at them both, brushing a lock of hair behind the girls ear.

"I'm Lily. I will do everything I can to get you both out of here, okay?"

"Are you a Jedi?" Lily laughed.

"No. I'm just..." she shrugged, and shook her head. "I'm just me. Catch your breath, ok? We don't have long."

“H-hello there,” Damian called out to them, his voice a tad breathless. “Do you happen to have a working datapad?” He added finally, his hands brushing his shirt and pants, attempting to make himself presentable.

Lily got to her feet and turned to study the newcomer. Her eyebrow raised. "No, oddly enough, it wasn't the first thing I reached for when an undead horde started charging through the city." She set herself between the kids and the newcomer. Lily had no idea who he was, and in her experience desperate times led people to to odd and desperate things, keeping half an eye on him she assessed the rest of their route, chewing her lip. The gaps were getting wider, there would come a point that Jacen would struggle and she couldn't carry both of them

"Where?"

Her eyes went wide, at the response.

Rooftops, edge of the business district.

She added with the words, impressions of her surroundings, of the children and of the newcomer.

"LILY!" Jacen shouted, snapping her attention towards him, his eyes were staring in horror to their right. the undead had found a bridge.

"Chit." She scooped Ellie up, heaving Jacen to his feet. "Time to run!"

 

[Vulpesen]

Character: Colonel Garlan Corranthus(NPC)
Location: Trenchline on Yavin IV
OBJ: Hold out til the big clanky things go boom
Tags: Gress D'ran , Danthem Scipios , Liram Angellus

"Alright boys, I need wolves and wild dogs!" Garlan barked into his comm unit before stepping up to the line with his own weapon. What followed was a chorus of thumps and the screaming of rockets as EMP grenades and rockets were thrown at the sudden incursion of armor. Of course, the VSF weren't foolish enough to go into battle with a single option against enemy vehicles. Scattered through their line a number of Dire Wolf AMRs were pounding back into shoulders with bruising force as they launched their vicious armor piercing rounds into the tanks. "This is Trident Actual to Hellstomper! Keep up the fire works! We'll keep giving them hell on our end!"


Trident Company Weaponry:

Spoiler

https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/vsf-fennec.111281/ (Pistol)
https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/vsf-jackal.112678/ (Sub Machine gun/Shotgun)
https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/coyote-sniper-rifle.45338/ (Sniper Rifle)
https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/vsf-dire-wolf-amr.144761/ (Anti-Material Rifle)
https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/vsf-husky.111764/ (Flame/Frost thrower)
https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/fox-claw-spring-wire-trap.110999/ (Mine)
https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/werewolf-machine-gun.45337/ (Machine Gun w/ 2 Heavy Shots)
https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/vsf-alsatian.111567/#post-2316338 (Basic Service Rifle)

 

[Denn Verdan]

Objective 2
Defense of the City Starport
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Blaster Fire.

Explosions.

Distant Screams...

...Coming Closer.

Then, in the distance, the horde. There had been a breakthrough. The 'undead' were descending down the street towards the starport.

Denn's lightsaber came into his hand. It was one of the few sabers in the order which had a nonlethal option. But non-lethal did not appear to be the order of the day. Zombies could not be stopped by stun any more than they could be stopped by negotiation. The Sith had found some way to control these creatures, but Denn had no such talent.

But he could wield a saber.

He ignited the blade, casting a green plasma glow upon the night.

Then he advanced as the elite planetary security opened fire with their automatic blaster rifles. Hundreds of bolts came from either side of him like energetic wings of wrath as he took swings with his saber and began to separate heads and limbs from torsos.

Jabbering, slavering, once-living things fell to the asphalt of the road. Some of them still strove to bite him even without the arms and legs that might otherwise put their prey within reach...

 

[Darth Amarok]

Objective I - Yavin IV

"You might as well show yourself! I know you're here!"

Inside his helmet, Darth Amarok's mouth was twisted into a scowl. Kark it! He thought he'd dampened his Force signature enough to avoid detection. So much for the element of surprise....

Stepping from the shadows, Darth Amarok silently appraised the young Jedi who stood before him. His hands tightly gripped his sabers, ready to unleash them at a moment's notice if needed.

"I'm quite positive that I do not know you," he said at last. "And yet...there's a familiarity about you that I cannot shake. Who are you?"



TAG- Connel Vanagor

 

[Tracyn Ordo]

The World At Large
Yavin IV
Fighting: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

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Planting his feet, Tracyn twirled his lightsaber, the green blade with the orange hue flashed in the jungle, before he turned his foot outwards, in Djem So stance. An aggressive, powerful stance for a physical combatant. As the blades came crashing towards him, Tracyn pivoted on the foot that was pointed outwards, and with the same spinning motion, brought his forearm close to his chest- and then like a springboard at the tail end of his spin, sent his arm crashing downwards towards the Sith.

"You talk a lot."

His blade came down like a sledgehammer over his head- right into the Sith's posture. Most seasoned combatants would block it, but it's true purpose was to knock someone off-balance, and to gain momentum in the fight early.

Tracyn eye's narrowed as he gathered the force around him, drawing from the years of history, life, and the living force that enveloped the planet and temples. He was gaining something, something the Sith could not do. The Sith could manipulate the force into their bodies, but only to twist it. The Jedi were able to do so with greater effect- Tracyn used to gain a massive boon in strength and speed, and was one of the better practitioners of it.

For the moment, at least.

But there was always someone better, someone new, someone who knew more and would know more. His blue eyes narrowed in what was close to anger at the Sith. Tracyn always toed the line. She could feel that- she could feel how close he was to the edge. The Predator-like way he moved and thought was closer to the dark side than he cared to admit.

But he was able to hold it back, all that hate, all that anger.

For now. The crystal helped. The Solari crystal was radiating the light side of the force, like a blanket around the pair.

 

[Vestara VII]

Location: Field Lab, Camp - Yavin IV
Objective: I - Yavin IV
Dialogue Legend: “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Direct Engagement: Katherine Holt

It was research of a disgusting nature. Piranha beetles. Flesh-eating insects no bigger than four or five centimeters long, yet which were capable of devouring a man should they be gathered in swarms. For her part, Vestara hated them. She also hated zombies—foul, unliving creatures that made a mockery of immortality and the sacred arts of vitality manipulation. And so, it was to her immense displeasure to find herself assigned here, where she had been tasked with making the indigenous piranha beetles into a vector of the black orchid virus.

Through said beetles, her superiors hoped to initiate the spread of the virus into the Core systems, thereby inflicting a plague that might destabilize the Alliance from within.

Gritting her teeth, Vestara nearly retched as she watched a small swarm of piranha beetles tear at a piece of rotten flesh through the glass viewport. This particular group of beetles were now the focus of her work, which she had pinned almost all of her hopes on. Each of them carried a modified version of the virus—the most stable sample that she had been able to produce in days. As such, they had the best chance of transmitting the virus to a live subject and thus, the best chance of allowing the Hapan to finish her work here so that she could finally move on to experiments that did not actively disgust her.

Failure here would potentially mean many more days, weeks, and possibly months spent in Yavin IV’s hot, muggy jungles, working on an experiment that she long grown sick of.

After casting a second glance at the beetles, Vestara set her attention back to the field camp, her gaze drawn tight as she watched the menials bring the last of the test subjects—Alliance prisoners of war—into the holding areas. Then, she looked towards the outskirts of the camp, senses wary of potential intruders. The Alliance had come dangerously close to the field lab over the last few hours, nearly threatening the field lab in the process. Under any other circumstances she might have ordered her menials to pack up the camp so that they could relocate to a safer area. Unfortunately, the experiments were in such an advanced stage that doing so would mean compromising her work, forcing her to start over.

In that, Vestara had no intention of allowing anyone to stand between her and the success of her experiments. She would finish this, then she would finally be free.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Black Cheongsam - w/o Eye Mask
  
  • Force Artifacts
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
    • Jin'Wodasir (2)
  • Utility
    
    • Shock Collar
    • Supernal Infusion
    • Excluder
• Electro-Whip
• Gun Works Shock Pistol

 

[Damian Du Couteau]

Damian Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Celanon
Objective Two
Outfit, REC-EVS/01 "Sohei" - Pattern Electro-Vibrosword

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"No, oddly enough, it wasn't the first thing I reached for when an undead horde started charging through the city."

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Touché but then again what would be the first thing I grab in a zombie outbreak? Damian for his own part forgot his blaster, but with the current situation he doubted a single weapon would really make a significant weapon. His eyes looked around the trio, the two children were clearly frightened and he knew they couldn’t run forever. Damian grabbed his Commlink and made another attempt to get contact with his staff or any Alliance channels. With nothing but static Damian clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, swallowing down the urge to utter a curse.​

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Damian was about to ask something but the boy shouted and caused Damian to reach for the hilt of his blade. He turned to see an unpleasant sight, the undead making their way towards them with haste. The lady had the right idea and grabbed the young girl and told the boy to start running. Damian let go of the hilt, standing and fighting was quite the fanciful dream, instead he began to run behind the boy and lady carrying the girl.​

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“The Starport Hangar Bay is quite dangerous, but the Alliance have several Evacuation Sites scattered across the city,” Damian shouted towards the lady in the lead, “-If we can get access to the holonet from inside one of these buildings we can get a location of where to go or better yet, request for a pick up.” He added, his voice sounding a tad hopeful. Damian turned his head around to see the distance they had left between themselves and the undead, he reached for the hilt of his blade once again. Appearances Damian, stay positive. ​

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Surely one of these Office looking buildings still has power. Damian wasn’t one to pray but he certainly felt the urge to ask the Force for some help or luck. He didn’t hold out hope that the Alliance were in a position to send out rescue crafts; But he also couldn’t assume the evacuation sites he saw on his data-slate were still safe to head towards. His eyes kept dancing between the boy ahead of him and the undead attempting to catch up form behind.​

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|| Lily Rhodes ||

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