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Location: Ahto City Proper - Ahto City South Objective : Objective Number One - Blast the first blast door with omphed up ball of Kinetite! Allies: Beta Team - [member="Darth Elecebra"] | [member="Xilo Gale"] | Darth Nephthys | [member="Vaermina"] | [member="Selka Ventus"] [member="Dralshy'a"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Viktor Romanov"] [member="Darth Layil"] [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Darth Kentarch"]
Neph wouldn't wait for him to drop the cloak before she sent the massively charged orb of kinetite straight to the center of the blast door. She would aim for the weak seals, intending to fully blast through and warp the metal to allow a path to cut through.
The blast would come without warning and without mercy, as she had taken the time to properly charge up as much of her energy as possible.
Knock knock, the One Sith were here.
Like a howling wind, it would shoot forward, hitting the blast doors with enough kinetic energy to send the bits of metal warping in.
The sound of klaxons would roar in warning, lights within the compound turning from alert to the loud piercing whine of alarms. Red lights would flash.
The tiny diminutive Vahla would then sweep her hands out, a sphere of protection forming around the duo through the Force.
Location: Over Ahto South
Objective: Obliterate Glitter, Find Something to Defend
Enemies: [member="Dralshy'a"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Allies: Iunno
Sarge could see the great beast filling up his HUD and with a forward pistoning of his gauntleted fist, he snapped the throttle clear off its mount. Shrugging his shoulders, the great jet turbines on his back rose to a roar that rivaled even that of the dropship he was in. Activating the jetpack, he rose into the sky on great plumes of flame, the dropship screaming like an arrow for the flank of the great Sithspawn.
On impact, he'd send the signal to activate the explosives in the hold. That would hopefully remove the beast from the fight.
Angling down towards the city, he cushioned his fall with the pack on his back - although to say he was cushioning his landing was like saying a meteor was impacting the ground softly. He landed, didn't break anything in his armor or himself, but he cracked the duracrete on impact and had to flex his legs almost into a crouching position to keep from shattering anything.
Dropping the back off his back, he hefted his saber and looked around at the battle. Republic soldiers fought Sith, Jedi fought Sith, and it was just about the sort of clusterkark he'd come to expect from close quarters fighting. But the Sith were angling towards a very specific location, which was likely the heart of the city in some manner, and so he went that way.
The tides of battle never lied about where the shore was.
So it was the great power armored warrior with his beacon of a Halberd made his way towards the undefended entrance of the Generator. Not that he knew that. There were too many comm frequencies in use right now for him to jump around and figure out which one belonged to this section of the city.
Location: On the City Yo
Objective: Objective 1
Allies: Yo momma
Enemies: the dastardly [member="Sarge Potteiger"] and his 50 tons of fun.
Dralshy'a spewed blue flame across the sky and turned his massive head downward. A clawed hand grabbed a Sith Walker a squished it like a can of space pop. Had he cared he would have giggle snorted as others ran. Suddenly he heard a sound, a sound from up.
He began to turn his huge very handsome head but stopped short as the gunship crashed into his face. He tilted at a sharp angle as his footing on the city slipped. He may have recovered quickly if not for the enormous explosion.
Dralshy'a roared with pain as he fell from the city and crashed back into the waters of Manaan leaving nought but waves to agow he'd been there at all.
[SIZE=10pt]Location: Medic center [/SIZE] [SIZE=10pt]Objective: non currently [/SIZE] [SIZE=10pt]Allies: @Kian Karr, @James Mathison, [member="Corvus Raaf"][/SIZE] [SIZE=10pt]Enemy: one sith [/SIZE]
As I was moving through the water to get to the sub, all I could feel was the relentless pain from my shoulder, and the gradually loosing conciseness. I got into the the back seat of the sub and Master [member="Corvus Raaf"] soon followed with the other's. As we set off Corvus turned around and used force heal on my shoulder to close to wound, but that didn't change the fact I lost too much blood. not much longer into the journey I lost conciseness.
"ahhhh" I lean up from the bed that I was in, unaware where I was or how long I had been out. still hearing the battle going on out side I had to get ready, my clothes was folded on a set of draws across the room. forcing myself to the edge of the bed expecting my shoulder to still be in pain but there was nothing, just a small scar. I took off the cables that was on my chest one by one, watching the monitor flat lining due to it no longer detecting my pulse. I remained idle at the edge of the bed for a few moments to go over everything that had happened and thinking what I should have done differently, but it was alot to take in at this time, time I didn't have to spear. pushing everything in my head to one side, I stood up and got dressed. I looked around the Med center in hope to find someone but couldn't find anyone, but I could hear footsteps "hello anyone here!" with no reply I presumed that the medics was elsewhere.
as I left the medic center there where two lightsabers across the road, they both had a black hilt, with a orange glow in creases of where the sabers hilt was joined. using the force I pulled them to the palm of my hands, and placed them upon my belt. as I continued walking towards the edge of the road I opened a channel on the holocom to the group I previously was with. "if any of you can hear me... I'm awake again thanks to you guys getting me out of there, and master Corvus thank you for saving my life, but I will thank you all better in person later as for now I will make my way to you"
I for some reason felt more prepared now, it could be that i was no longer trapped and everywhere now seemed to be a big open space, or that now I know what we was up against.
There was one thing I was certain about even with the rubble and sith everywhere the sunset still looked beautiful reflecting off the water, and I could now cling to the shadows not even the sith would see me now. I switch on my visor and started running towards master [member="Corvus Raaf"] 's position.
LOCATION: Ahto City Proper - NORTH OBJECTIVE 1 ( One ): Protect the Hyper-Buoyancy Generator from incoming Sith forces. | Engage [member="Xhexania"] ALLIES: Republic & TEAM BRAVO:
Damnit! She exclaimed to herself as she felt the pressure of the Sith’s Force Push against her feet. As she planted her foot against the wall the unanticipated distance that was then induced forced Sera to divert the majority of her kinetic energy from the blow of her two sabers to her leg, so as to not abruptly fall to the floor. Her small frame and nimble body was adept at maneuvering, though due to her small stature she lacked in the brute force category, relying more on the energy and speed of her movements to compensate for the lack of raw power. As she landed on the floor beside the Sith, she looked clearly into the eyes of her opponent, the pure hatred that emanated from her was nearly palpable. The stance that the Sith took was immediately recognizable, it seemed as though the two would be engaging in a battle of Ataru.
As the hue of her forest green saber was knocked to the side, she instinctively snapped her wrist in a flicking motion, reversing the direction of the green blade as she arched the saber backward to deflect the incoming torso strike from [member="Xhexania"] ’s crimson blade. As the two beams collided Sera twisted her body to the right, spinning herself back around as her purple saber followed through in a diagonal swipe so to briefly force the Sith to parry, allowing her to leap up and over the Sith to get behind her in the long corridor. She briefly glanced back toward the large opening about twenty feet down, which would grant much more maneuverability to her, rather than trying to dance in the confines of the hall. She began backing up towards the room slowly, focusing on the Sith as she re-adjusted her sabers, the left facing straight out, the right held diagonally behind her back, her eyes focused on the Sith, knowing that here, the only rule the Sith knew was that victory came at any cost.
The sound of metal slowly bending under pressure could be heard ringing through the facility, sparks of electricity pulsing through the wires now dangling loose, welcoming the sting of anyone foolish enough to get too close. Just ahead, nearest the entrance, a small fire was burning as it consumed the oxygen and paper that had been strewn across the area from the might of the mortar strikes.
Location - Ahto East Objective 1 - Protect the Generators Allies: The Republic Enemies: One Sith | [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Things were still beginning to cumulate with visual clarity when she heard his blade engage. She still had yet to look up, her head was throbbing from impact and she exhaled once more. His words were backed with arrogance, and caused her to look up defiantly. As if her gaze alone would smite and silence him. Blonde strands fell over Ice-bitten eyes focused on the Sith as he prepared himself for his next move. She straightened, ignoring the warning sensations that travelled radially from her spine to her wrists.
The rest was like viewing his onslaught through slow motion. The Force was manipulated to his devious desires, contorting the natural current into sparking tendrils. Violet belched from his arm, extended in her direction. Instinctively she tensed for a reaction — and then she saw the arc of his torrent expand. Her chest flinched in immediate reaction. She had a few options now; she could do nothing and get toasted. Or she could create a shield for herself, to cover the mass of the area, or she could absorb the energy and regurgitate it. That’s what she had done on Coruscant.
The first spark lit, licking up her clothing and tearing at the fabric. Static danced around her hips, searching for ground to tear through. That omitted option two, with the shield. She grimaced, smoke and redirected her focus unto herself, rather than her adversary. She was drained of a lot of Force usage, and needed some refuelling. The amount of energy targeted at her person, and surroundings was just what she needed — though it needed to be adjusted from its deadly intention. Thinking adjusted to be less myopic, and broader — like a sponge absorbing knowledge. The energy still ripped through her, but instead of exiting through her flesh it built and built, being drawn upon with a much practiced tutaminus technique. Mostly practiced because it was impressive to Padawans — turns out it was also life saving! The sparks turned to internal flames, fuel that burned at her core and raced within, looking for an out. But she contained it, all of it, reaching out for more while the Sith Lord moved to close the distance. Her lids flickered and twitched at the incoming siege and it roared within. She could feel it, The Force demanding she expell it and not selfishly hoard it. But the force was her tool, not visa Versa. She was a conscious mortal with the ethereal power to bend and mould; she would not be subject to the same methods. The Jedi Master controlled the raging electricity until the last second. Time was still perceivably slowed, and Vornskr's crazed incoming was pushed back to a mere olympian's pace in her mind. When the tip of his blade was about to pierce her abdomen, she moved. Up. Straight up in an ejection of self and energy. A leg jut behind her to propel from the building in an attempt to control the burst and redirect her location. She landed not far off, her knees absorbing the most of the shock-- her palms out for additional balance.
Hands moved to brush abstract, wild hairs from her charred face and she exhaled heavily-- catching her breath. She was conscious of her aches. The Force still danced excitedly around her, vying to be manipulated once again. These were powerful techniques it was being used for, and Kiskla was still only slightly buzzed from her interactions with it. She wanted to get drunk.
Her grip curled around her hilts, and with a quick rotation for show, both blades ignited, pointing toward the ground outward from her hips.
This she could do. She was agile and lithe, and excellent at squirming from situations--- because the fast ant avoided the boot.
An explosion overhead caused her to wince as a massive roar reinforced the sound of the impact. She quickly stole a backward glance, to assess who had done what damage. The leviathan.. the leviathan was down.
Objective:Give dancing lesson to his "pretty" enemy Enemies:Sith - [member="Invicta Zambrano"] Allies:Republic / Jedi
Although not as successful an attack as he was hoping, Viper was still pleased to not be fighting against her draining powers. What she was able to glean though, he soon noticed would be used to great affect as her sudden burst of energy began to overpower him. A kick aimed at his groin was definitely on the list of must stop attacks. As her armored leg shot forth to send him reeling, it would be met by both his sabers crossed in an "X" formation so it could not pass and make it to its intended destination.
Seeing her two swords also being sent his direction, he attempted to lean way back and dodge the blades (matrix style). Unfortunately the action came to late. Even as he felt her foot impacting his lightsabers hard, he also felt a sickening slicing sensation tear through his face as the blade meant for his neck swiped across his face instead. Her second blade pushed into his chest but not with enough force to break through the armor weave of his robe. It did however, sending him reeling backwards. Till eventually he fell on his back after only a few more paces. His left saber deactivated as his hand went to cover his face and stem the tide of blood openly pouring out of the gash that now lay stricken across his face. He growled in tremendous amounts of pain as he realized the simple slice of the sword was probably more painful that the searing cauterizing effect of a lightsaber.
Scrambling to get back to his feet and face his no doubt oncoming attacker, tears flowed from his eyes. It was then he was horrified to realize he was only seeing out of one of his eyes. A million thoughts began racing through his mind as the now somewhat disoriented Viper tried to take in his surroundings quickly. Vong were beginning to close in and threaten to somehow pass right by the fighting pairs of force users that were blocking the access point to the generators. But first, he had to take care of himself before he could think to stop a horde of ugly Yuuzhan Vong.
The blade slammed into the permacrete rubble behind where Kiskla had once been standing, burying it's way all the way to the hilt before Vornskr's charged came to an abrupt halt as he quickly realized the lithe Jedi leaping up and over him. With a single tug, the Sith Lord ripped his blade out from the rubble, and turned to face his enemy. With his one hand still free, he empowered himself with the Force, and with a single mighty punch he slammed his fist directly into the crackled ground. From his entry point a rippling wave of hateful kinetic energy began to expand rapidly in all directions outward from the Sith Lord's position. The resulting shockwave would topple whatever ruins were left standing in the wake of the One Sith attack in a large area of effect in every direction, and would also cause any Republic or Sith soldiers in the area to be thrown up into the air as the shockwave bowled them over like pins. The lives of those soldiers that died from his attack hardly concerned the Sith Lord in the slightest, for he cared for no life but his own, and he would sacrifice the lives of trillions if it allowed him to achieve his goals.
With a roar of passionate hate, and the thrum of boiling blood pounding in his ears, the Sith Lord wrenched his hand free in one jagged motion. With it he harnessed the destruction wrought by the massive shockwave, and with the power of telekinesis he commanded the rubble shattered loose by his attack to fly upward into the air from which they fell. Spears of debris would fill the sky, rising several tens of meters before another movement of the Sith Lord's hand brought them all crashing down like hellfire. Vornskr's wrath was chaotic, and none of the shards created from his desolation were particularly directed at anything or anyone, but rather directed to cover a wide range to attack anything, and everything, in their wake.
"Mediis tenebris cadit e caelo, Et quod omnis lux tenebrae dies, Cupimus cordibus et mortem, Per manus ... nigrum, quod mortui resurgent! Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut..."
The troopers from Darth Tsolan and Darth Vivaldi were timely. The Queen regent of Widek deploying her battle group to aid in the capture as the carrier hovered and then went down putting the large shark into the container. Shots were coming from underwater, fighters being brought to bare on them as troopers, vong and the ships from Vivaldi worked to cover the process more. Slowly the progenitor was brought into the carriers embrace as it started to seal up. The news of Selkath arriving got their attention and now the sector five commander was speaking. "Get the fish off world quickly as possible, all forces from Widek and Sector Five regroup and prepare to head down towards the rift." She continued to speak while bringing her attention around.
"Mediis tenebris cadit e caelo, Et quod omnis lux tenebrae dies, Cupimus cordibus et mortem, Per manus ... nigrum, quod mortui resurgent! Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut..."
There was more things happening, reports flooding in as they moved two of the escort gunships to protect the carrier, undoing what they had done would take time in some places. there wasn't a magic reset button while she was letting her attention go towards the fish and people in the rift. The mysterious submersible that had fled the station hadn't been seen, she was chalking four fleeing jedi up as a victory. They didn't even try, that made it more amusing then anything they just... ran away. Now if anything they might be going towards the silk station on the rift that had been evacuated of silk employees and slowly been getting filled with Sith and vong troopers. their leader back in the city with her master. They had some people out going after the weapons Selena had used last time.
"Mediis tenebris cadit e caelo, Et quod omnis lux tenebrae dies, Cupimus cordibus et mortem, Per manus ... nigrum, quod mortui resurgent! Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut..."
The shots from the fighters were still coming and they left it going up higher, the carrier for the shark skyrocketing into gun range from [member="Darth Arcanix"] an apprentice of Balaya and there were some worlds. "Arcanix, we need an escort out of system, two fighters on order of Darth Praelior." The order was there and as they continued to watch the ship was leaving. The troopers preparing to engage the selkath as the rage coming from below could be felt. She noted the battle lord was still alive and in the rift, not the station. She had moved to engage and subdue the shark for them while they had gotten it to the surface for capture and extraction. Now the selkath were making the annoyed and angry battle lord into a pissed off battle lord as her rage seemed to emanate up from the depths.
"Mediis tenebris cadit e caelo, Et quod omnis lux tenebrae dies, Cupimus cordibus et mortem, Per manus ... nigrum, quod mortui resurgent! Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut..."
They could feel it pushing them all forward and steeling their resolve while she worked hearing [member="Nick Gamastar"]'s request as she spoke. "This is Sector Five ground commander, continue on current course and search. We are sending some of our men to aid in this." They had plans and while Praelior had not been present for the first invasion of Manaan she had been one to go over the reports. The Republic had brought Titan's their large heavily armored mobile tanks to fight sithspawn and defend the city. Damage had been high but proven worth itas now they searched where the sleeping machine laid. Somewhere in a warehouse and that is why several smaller teams had been sent including their masters riders. The men and women searching for a warehouse.
"Mediis tenebris cadit e caelo, Et quod omnis lux tenebrae dies, Cupimus cordibus et mortem, Per manus ... nigrum, quod mortui resurgent! Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut..."
The words were going over the one channel from her commander as she continued to listen. It was rising in use, the pitch more a fervor now then how it had been in the beginning. Slow and exact... She was reaching the peak of it and slowly the ground commander spoke. "Descend upon the rift." The underwater fighters would be an issue, even with their swimmers heading to the Silk facility behind the Selkath and another going to undo the repairs that had started a little to fast they were still going to have their work cut out for them. The Selkath would put up a fight as would the one from the Republic leading them. He was the primary target while the three submersible craft from the Republic keyed they were moving in to engage. (captured and sent a few posts back)
"Mediis tenebris cadit e caelo, Et quod omnis lux tenebrae dies, Cupimus cordibus et mortem, Per manus ... nigrum, quod mortui resurgent! Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut..."
~under the sea~
The battle lord had not been expecting them, these selkath that were coming as she saw so many of them. The fight was a strange one, aside from the fleeing jedi this Selkath reset button wasn't going to be something to scoff at. They might not be able to get and untangle everything right away but as she looked to the one coming at her in the rift. The Battle Lord was clenching her fists on the blades while she swam quickly down deeper. Luring in what she could before pressing on the firaxa to attack and exuding the aura over her soldiers. The children of the progenitor were like their mother attracted by the starmap, by the darkside aura it sent out and that meant much like a hssiss they had been changed over time.
"Mediis tenebris cadit e caelo, Et quod omnis lux tenebrae dies, Cupimus cordibus et mortem, Per manus ... nigrum, quod mortui resurgent! Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut..."
The battle lord sent the sharks and her own weapons against the selkath, while the squad inside the sub bay looked flabbergasted still. They couldn't believe jedi had retreated from them while the vong used the water pouring in to keep their armor alive. The Selkath arriving offering more of a challenge as they engaged them attacking to keep the inside of the rift station isolated and sealed. Several of the troopers moving to the airlocks of the station and slipping to destroy them. The Selkath were going to prove a danger but they wouldn't be able to be everywhere and as they were moving the reinforcements from the surface were coming. They had gotten the go ahead with Vivaaldi and Tsolan sending Praelior more soldiers, more swimmers and more vong.
"Mediis tenebris cadit e caelo, Et quod omnis lux tenebrae dies, Cupimus cordibus et mortem, Per manus ... nigrum, quod mortui resurgent! Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut..."
The troopers were moving to engage the Selkath and their forces, @Vaundin Miir had moved in with things they hadn't thought about but this was a dangerous time. The battle Lord slashed and fires shots, seatroopers used harpoons from their rifles and the energy shots. The vong were working with their plasma eels and creatures to fight. They kept at it letting the other groups descend from the surface towards them. The Silk Facility a prime location to allocate some forces while the swimmers began to dock and go for unloading troopers. Blaster cannons firing, the republic submersibles coming in for an attack run while everything was moving forward. Loses were already high, not the selkath had killed more of the intial group from Praelior's squads until the reinforcements had arrived.
"Mediis tenebris cadit e caelo, Et quod omnis lux tenebrae dies, Cupimus cordibus et mortem, Per manus ... nigrum, quod mortui resurgent! Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut..."
~meanwhile at the legion of doom~
Balaya continued to chant. "Mediis tenebris cadit e caelo, Et quod omnis lux tenebrae dies, Cupimus cordibus et mortem, Per manus ... nigrum, quod mortui resurgent! Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut..." Until it reached a cresendo and became the order, she wanted them to rise up and overtake the city as the dead soldiers off to the side twitched. The infusion from [member="Lisa Ticon"] who was there proved a wonderful feeling as she breathed in deeply and let it out in one final loud command. Her hand rising up as the magic popped. The force pouring out to seep into the ones they had been killing. "Mediis tenebris cadit e caelo, Et quod omnis lux tenebrae dies, Cupimus cordibus et mortem, Per manus ... nigrum, quod mortui resurgent! Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut..."
Balaya rose to her feet feeling the effects of the spell, the men, the women, the children, anything that had not evacuated with silk had been killed as they swept over the city. They were rising now, a second wave of an army and Balaya could feel them as she turned to the one and spoke. "Go to the generators, go to the buildings and fight all that get in your way." She said it with more of a hiss and groaned only little while moving about in her area. She had some plans on what to do and some ideas now that reports for the last kolto they could get from the city was loaded and taken. Robbing the kolto had been child's play, hell this facility was nothing more then soldiers and empty rooms. The lack of a fight had disappointed her while she was moving.
Directing the undead towards the generators and [member="Reverance"], [member="Darth Vitium"] was what was needed. That is where they were needed, not here with these... well empty streets. The selkath soldiers who had come would meet the danger and preparation that had gone into their positioning. The destroyed Republic barracks, the raided kolto distribution centers, she was seeing the reports of the progenitor and other situation. Her apprentice Carliah sending in her battalion from Widek that served her purposes for protecting their prize. The ancestor of the selkath and one of the things belieced to make the kolto.... a strange thing but the rift when it was mined awakened her... made her turn selkath crazy or worse. Something was there and they would find out what.
The team working in the Republics barracks and base were still hard at work, with nothing coming to stop them they started downloading and working on securing the information from the current republic. Things that might be out of date and could be transferred as the screen progress read 33%. Their leader was more or less just covering the basis to keep the sith intelligence in the loop but their hackers seemed to have went to the generators so now they would be made to deal with the dangerous part of abandoning station on a retreat order before the fight even begins. Something as it were to get them working to stop them or just try and ensure they had no information on some of the more nasty sith projects. It was so hard to try and keep the Nightmare child a secret and its location.
The other goal she was looking at was simple, find the titan's Selana had brought here for the initial defense of Manaan and left behind. The jedi wouldn't keep them, she'd have only used them to fight the sithspawn... Hell that the Republic didn't use them to fight the monsters only made her kind of sad. She wanted to see them do something against the horde while they moved. Sending some into the buildings while the horde moved towards the generators to meet up with the sith forces and assault the republic spreading the infection and giving them an ever growing army as the dead troopers the republic killed could come back and still fight. Balaya looked at Yusan and Lisa smirking just a bit before she was speaking. "It is time to go..... Elara ensure the warehouse is found."
"Yes master." The small girl was saying as she moved, with Glitter awakened and doing his thing it meant they had time to work, mostly her and the intelligence officer from sector five. Hell the team she had from sector five was skilled and most dressed in masquer suits to hide who they were. The spies of Sector five brought together for their masters bidding while she was moving and slashed with the blade. There was still the roar from Glitter though far less destruction as time seemed to go on but no matter. They could find what they needed while she jumped up to a window and slipped in. Opening the doors for the others so they could go about looking. The old equipment and crates were not important, what was though was the red eye probe droid she noticed taking it.
The controls for the probe droid were simple enough and they could set it to look for the titan with its programming. Identify the weapons, bring them to bare and send them against everything else sounded like a plan as she stood there looking at the datapad, they had plans.... they had an idea and she wanted to get into the suit before the others while speaking. "Lord [member="Reverance"] there is a horde being sent to you at the generators. Use them to expend the Republic's ammo and supplies while forces breach. We are looking to activate several of the Republic's old sithspawn hunter units and reprogram them for our own means. The grandmaster brought them here to defend Manaan previously and there is a chance they stayed."
She continued to have a small smirk on her face to that though, unleashing Titan's on the Republic would make things... funny... humorous even since the units were supposed to be to combat the sith's monsters and they never used them anymore. It was almost sad they seemed to like the idea of handicapping themselves and not for the good reason like showing you were better for the dumb reason as the droid chirped. Scans indicating the presence of two titan's with the third still damaged from when Selena had used it to fight against the sith and protect the kolto.... from Apparatus and other sith masters. It had proven the most effective and she was glad to see it all panning out as Elara spoke. "Move engineers into that location and get them operational."
"Master we have found them." The sound coming through the comlink gave Balaya a good feeling of joy for that as she looked over her readout and secured her cloak. Fully armed and armored again walking behind the horde with the sithspawn while her battle hydra came down. They had the progenitor, they had kolto, they had faced nothing resistance wise almost until the very end and that was in the rift itself. She was laughing a little to herself now and letting her enjoyment show from under the cloak. "Everything seems to be going as planned... with a few exception, charlie squad frightened a group of jedi... made them flee with minimal effort... We'll have to reward them now won't we." She said it to the air and the dark'chyld saber while walking with the others.
They were headed in the air now going from roof to roof following the horde while the sounds beyond came, there was attacks at the generators, there were some strange things happening as she looked on towards the docking bay. They had succeeded in their goal to rob the kolto, the source of it and make what they could. "All teams converge on the generators and aid them where needed. The rift is our primary goal but sinking this city is now a reward for your hard work." She didn't know how else to reward them aside from giving them the chance to aid in sinking the city. Where others were fighting she went to join the ships in the docking bay and sat on one of the crates while the doors closed. No need to fight under the ocean yet... she had a fish to play with and who knew what it might produce for them.
She was moving when the ship carrying her commander came and the large Zeltron spoke. "Report." The red head spoke with a small smirk on her face while having the soldiers disembark. "The rift will be ours, the taking of the kolto and the progenitor should strike a blow against the Republic more so then if we just captured the rift... I am still surprised master. I was expecting more... or anything, aside from the wing of submersible ships the selkath defense force did more damage then republic soldiers. I would say they were planning a trap but four jedi ran from twelve soldiers a situation that should have meant the men were ill prepared for. The battle lord reports only one was actually defending the rift and the Herglic caused his death."
Balaya gave a nod of her head to the assessment in this. The republic either didn't care the healing juice was being taken or thought there was an infinite supply always. Perhaps they were hoping for such a weak show of arms it would draw the sith in and a trap would be sprung... and perhaps she was over thinking and estimating their ability to think that far ahead. Either way as she stood there with the information from Elara appearing on her datapad as Balaya spoke. "Good now get them activated and reset the targeting, then send them against the generators and decimate them." She had a few other ideas of what she could end up doing but there was so much more going on now and she really needed to head towards the generators. A quick drop off and she'd be getting near the East generators
"Continue coordinating and ensure we have the soldiers taking the rift. Slaughter all the selkath who get in the way and we shall proceed carefully towards the eastern generators to ensure their destruction." She laughed mounting the beast as the twin heads roared and it started moving off towards the one roof top. Her datapad showing where most of the sith were and some were focused on larger sections or battles. She would go east, the titan's most likely secure the north, Neph seemed to be at the south already which was good and the horde would swarm everything as their soldiers marched into it. She planned to ensure Reverance had reinforcements and anywhere else they might need them her sithspawn pets could go about slashing and tearing apart.
[[3115 while sick, if I missed anyone tell me on skype later I am going back to sleep]]
He was the tank of the One Sith, their heavy infantry, when it came to battle. Though he was much slower than his companions in war, it would take quite a lot to knock him back and a single blow would spell doom for the little Jedi that stood before him. A few seemed weary, taking advantage of the pause to catch their breath and call upon the Force to remedy their muscles' fatigues.
Mordecai, however, was fresh into this escapade. The Kreatos shield was a little heavy, but he'd become used to it by now and the thing practically writhed in pleasure at the sight of foes - and food. The amphistaffs lodged within the upper left and right sides blinked and hissed hungrily, the Arkanian dragon snouts merely awaited the command to activate.
One of the Jedi called out. Ordering a Sith Lord to surrender was never really an option, especially when you crash landed in his home and slayed his friends. Mordecai sent a hot glance towards the corpses of several Yuuzhan Vong cadavers behind the Jedi team before locking it back on the apparent leader - the one with the armor that seemed almost alive as the shield.
"Surrender isn't in my vocabulary. Perhaps you can give me an example?" The Dragon Lord sneered, glaring at the youngest Jedi in their group. "It would probably be the best option since you brought along mere children to suffer and die."
Alright. He was talking too much.
Quite simply, he raised his shield and planted it before him as he charged. Heavy armor clinked and his boots thundered as his crimson saber swayed in his hands. Mordecai aimed straight for that lass with a mouth on her and more importantly; the middle of the group itself. Adrenaline flushed his bloodstream with energy and the Force enhanced his senses. It was like he was high on war itself.
---- Meanwhile... -----
Aboard the Immortal, Senior Crewman Jaxon Vorhees' whole body shook as he and his engineer detachment prodded and flipped switches in the shield generator relay. He sent a blue-eyed glare towards his second in command with a snarl.
"The hell happened?"
The young man seemed exasperated, "I dunno, sir." The crewman double checked his readings. "The entire first shield is nearly overloaded. Command says it was their initial barrage."
Jaxon went wide eyed. "Get Aurek and Cresh teams down there now! If that thing overloads we'll end up losing both shields and a third of the damned ship itself." The Senior Crewman heaved a sigh and rubbed his scruff in tension. "Might as well head down there myself.."
That being said an entire shield generator had nearly been lost. Which, simply put, meant half of the Immortal's seemingly immortal lifespan had been drained in a single strike. It wasn't just a pushover barrage, though. It had been an entire task force. Luckily, Jaxon Vorhees and his little team had managed to get the first generator offline for maintenance and recharge before even more ion cannons and other weapons overloaded it.
---- Aboard the Cornet... -----
"Move, move, move! Get your shebs in there!"
Three Annihilator-class boarding craft had locked right onto the hull of the Cornet. Although those three ships themselves carried at least a hundred and fifty (150) soldiers alone, they had suffered more than enough casualties prior to even landing. Boarding was always a gamble and the Immortal's attack craft had went all in when it deployed these shuttles.
The Cornet's shields hadn't been down fully when the boarding ships had made their final approach. Only the fiery sacrifice of a fourth Annihilator had allowed the last three inside to lock on the hull. The fourth had been their lead and had smashed right into the shields, throwing its bulk against the Republic vessel while also taking the rest of the shields with it. It was a bloody sacrifice that still had even more of the precious liquid to shed.
Initial casualties were astounding. The Cornet's crew had been alerted prior and their makeshift defenses and emplacements proved worthy in the beginning minutes. Though the Sith had tricks up their sleeves and a single Dark Jedi on each ship had been the turning points that allowed the boarding forces to secure a beachhead. Initial casualty reports number at almost an entire platoon being wiped out as soon as they breached.
LOCATION: Eastern Streets
OBJECTIVE 1: Don't die
ALLIES: none in sight
FOES: @Khallesh
Whisps soon regretted taunting his new opponent, she shot out two bugs towards him, arching around to hit him. Light bulb he thought to himself, he just stood on the rubble waiting, buzz, waiting, BUZZ waiting, NOW! He leapt into the air, hooking his feet around a pipe on the roof. Both of the bugs didn't have the time to change direction, they just thudded into each other. That should hold them he thought. Now for the hunter, he was hanging upside down when the spear like staff shot towards him.
Realising it was another creature with jaw's snapping he immediately unhooked his feet and fell to the ground. Jumping back out of range he knew all to well that there was no way he could beat his opponent.
Initial Republic Fleet – 1510 metres
(Blue is shield strength, green is hull. Shield recovers slowly each post when not under attack.)
1 x Redoubt Class Cruiser – Adamant. With upgrade package – 52 Interceptors. 30 interceptors 30/95 +10 Attempting to repel boarders
1 x Metellos Class Frigate – Liberator. 64 fighters. 44 fighters. 100/100 1 x Dorin Class Corvette – Cornet. 0 attack craft 0/0 -55 DESTROYED
1 x Taboon Class Corvette – Torrent. 24 fighters. 18 fighters. 100/100
2 x Jabiim Class Corvette – Splinter, Outrider. 8 fighters each, total 16. 70/100 +10 Splinter 5 fighters 100/100 Outrider 4 fighters
Total: 156 attack craft. 101 attack craft.
Republic Reinforcements – 6500 metres
1 x Remembrance Class Battlecruiser – Destiny. 24 fighters. 70/100 -30
1 x Warhammer Star Destroyer – The Ebbing Heart. 60 fighters, 12 bombers. (Commanded by Camellia Swift) 74/100
1 x Avenger Assault Star Destroyer – Righteous. 12 bombers. 100/100
2 x Azalus Flak Frigate – Dart, Javelin. 0 attack craft. 100/100 Dart 100/100 Javelin
2 x Metellos Carrier Frigate – Swiftsure, Radiant. 52 fighters, 12 bombers each. Total 128. 100/100 Swiftsure 100/100 Radiant
Total 188 fighters, 60 bombers.
Grand Total Both Forces: 344 attack craft (gunships and dropships not included)
The expected renewal of the attack on the Cornet had not come. Commander Dale, breathing deeply, could see they were not far away. In the circumstances, she had little choice. “Take us in towards the main battle. We’ll try and get some assistance from the flak frigates,” she ordered.
And so the damaged corvette set off, trying to reach the initial Republic fleet. Whether it would get there or not was another matter.
Its optimism was soon misplaced as transports first rammed, losing one of their number, then boarded the corvette.
Commander Dale ordered the ship to be locked on course, and then to repel boarders. However, the massed enemy forces were swiftly overcoming her damaged and wounded ship.
She gave the only order she could.
“Initiate Special Order 191.” She confirmed the order, saluted Manaan, then led her remaining crew in a desperate attack on the Sith invaders.
However, the well-armed Sith were more than a match for her crew, and as Commander Dale lay dying, a blaster bolt in the chest, she was at least relieved that she had bought the necessary time.
The Cornet, damaged by bombs and cannons, overrun by Sith, self-destructed and detonated, killing all on board. It had fought bravely but it had been the wrong ship in the wrong place. It would be missed.
XXX
On board the Adamant the news there was a Sith Apprentice along with the regular human and Vong troops was unwelcome. However, they were not unused to dealing with Sith. However, they were also not especially armed for the task. It would not be easy.
The bulkhead was closed, but the Republic troops knew the enemy would break through, either with blasting charges or with a lightsabre. Thus, they prepared. Heavy repeating blasters were brought up, grenades were stocked and blasters set to stun were prepared. Stun blasts were harder to repel than ordinary blaster bolts, and so were perfect against Sith.
The battle would get very intense, and very vicious very soon.
XXX
Said patrol fleet though was not in a happy state. They had gotten behind the Sith, sure enough, but now the hammer had fallen. Dozens of Vong fighters were swarming against them, outnumbering the Republic attack craft nearly three to one.
What was worse, due to the increased efficiency bestowed by the Yammosk meant that their fury was terrible. In moments a third of the patrol group’s attack craft were destroyed.
The Adamant’s contingent was especially hard hit, having been deployed forward. In what seemed like seconds they had lost nearly half their number.
Captain Gates watched the onslaught with mounting frustration and worry, feelings he barely controlled. “All guns, open fire! Give our boys cover!”
And so the massed light guns of the corvettes and frigates opened up on the Vong fighters. Even with enhanced co-ordination, the massed firepower was bound to account for many of them.
Fortunately, all of the ships in the patrol force had recovered their shields, and thus the gunships and boarding transports would find it very difficult to effect an incursion.
As they came in, they would be fired on where possible, as they were slower than the enemy fighters and made better targets.
For now the Patrol force was besieged. The cruiser, corvettes and frigates were still shielded, and thus nearly invulnerable to fighter attacks. The enemy had fortunately not brought bombers and had no heavy ship guns to remove the shields, so whilst the fighters were being punished, they were still fighting, helped by the defence guns of the escort ships. The Vong had gained an advantage, but not a complete victory.
XXX
However, all was not quite lost. Whilst the smaller fraction of the Republic fleet was being hammered, the enemy had committed their hand. By moving all their fighters away from their capital ships, they had left them open for a counterattack.
Moving to the attack, but keeping on the flat plane, five squadrons of bombers moved in to attack the Immortal.
Because that capital ship had yawed downwards, the bombers attacking on the flat plane would be attacking into the great ship’s blindspot on the flank and rear. Bombs, missiles, rockets, all the heaviest munitions these 60 bombers had at their disposal into the big ship before returning to reload in the carriers behind the lines.
XXX
Meanwhile, on board the MC180, Admiral Stahlmann noted the change of targets of the Darkblades. Those dreadnaughts were powerful, but they were firing at a much larger ship with double redundant shields. That didn’t mean their fire could be ignored, but it would take them some time to penetrate the shield. It also gave the Ebbing Heart a break in which to recharge its shields.
As they were moving under the Immortal, even as it yawed down, the superior speed of the MC180 meant that it took heavy fire from the Immortal’s regular guns, but could not be targeted by the Proton Cannon.
Now Stahlmann introduced two new surprises to the mix. As the Dovin Basals of the Vong carriers came to life he turned to his XO.
“Captain, the GAM, now!”
The New Republic who had fought the Vong centuries before had suffered greatly from Dovin Basals, but they had found counters. Two of them had been included on this ship, a ship designed to counter the threat faced by the Sith and their Vong allies.
The first was the GAM or ‘Gravitic Amplitude Modulator’, a device used to create a significant gravitational pulse. It was not enough to be an Interdictor, but it was proven to disrupt the Yammosks which coordinated Vong forces. So it would help with disrupting their coordination in using the Dovin Basals, but also disrupt the fighters somewhat in the other battle, and prevent their quick reassignment.
The other trick was an advanced Inertial Compensator, designed to protect ships from Dovin Basals by technobabble this writer does not understand. Still, if it prevented the MC180 being snapped in half, it was welcome. This component was a common feature on warships designed specifically to fight Vong.
So whilst the ship lost some shields, in the main it was protected.
Now it was time for his second surprise.
“Helm, steep ascent and curve, Ring Manoeuvre, now!”
Abruptly the three Republic warships, now just about passed underneath the Immortal suddenly pulled up and shot straight up into the air. Doing this meant that the Immortal would be yawing uselessly as the target was already rising straight up, past it.
This move exposed the belly of the MC180, but since the enemy had no capital ships (only the carriers and flak frigates) it was not much of a loss.
As there was no ‘up’ or ‘down’ in space, whilst this looked pretty groovy, in effect it meant nothing more for the crew than going under the Immortal had. Gravity compensators worked regardless of facing.
What it did mean is that as the MC180 curved gracefully over the top of the yawing Immortal…it could unload a full volley into the flank of the Sith command ship again. This, combined with the Avenger and Warhammer’s guns, and the bomber’s strike would be a major bad thing, even for the well trained Sith crew.
The best thing about the movement? The ring could be repeated again and again if needed, or halted, and the slower Immortal would be trapped in a Parthian Circle of fire, unable to fully respond. It was the weakness of such a mighty yet sluggish ship.
SUMMARY:
Cornet self-destructed after being boarded, killing all crew and Sith invaders. (Called shot, but of random Sith NPCs, if this is an issue it can be edited.)
Adamant crew attempting to resist boarding effort, fighting bulkead and corridor by corridor.
Republic fighters in patrol group have lost 1/3 of their number, driven back to the escorts.
Said escorts are firing on enemy boarding ships and fighters with all guns, especially defence guns.
5 squadrons of bombers have taken advantage of the movement of all the fighters to hit the Immortal. As the Immortal was yawing it will be exposing its flank, if not its rear to the bombers, whilst blocking the flak frigate’s line of fire.
Dovin Basals countered (mostly) by use of GAM and Inertial Compensator. Shield damage still heavy from long range fire of Dark Blades and regular guns of Immortal. (Long range specified by Darth Arcanix previously).
Republic capital ships performed ring manoeuvre, heading straight up and then curving over the Immortal to blast it again with a full volley of fire from MC180, Avenger and Warhammer class ships.
Location: The Phobos
Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the Sith fleet; command ship
Allies: [member="Sabena Shai"]
Enemies: [member="Mordecai Zambrano"]
He was slow, she was fast. It was a match made in heaven really. As soon as the Sith began to charge Lira looked to Sabena, mouthing a single word.
“Scatter”
She followed her own command precisely. The lumbering titan of a man moved towards them like a charging glacier, but glaciers were easy to move out of the way of, especially if doing just that was your style of fighting. When Mordecai broke forward, Lira pointed to the right, ordering the other Jedi to go that way while she split off and immediately dashed to the left.
The trail of her lightwhip snapped in the air as she charged away, fluttering in the air.
Her armor created after and fore images of her, making it appear as though she were in several places at once. Trailing blue tendrils flared, and as soon as she had cleared Mordecais direct path she turned with a slight jumping, flicking her wrist.
The lightwhip twitched in the air, then spasmed. In a single great swipe the tendril shot out towards the tanks legs, aiming to wrap around them.
Location: Rev one side of the bridge, Vong demolishing the defenses and attacking blast doors and turrets on the other side of the bridge Objective: Continue to engage Kana Truden, destroy the hyper buoyancy system (Objective 1) Allies: Team R ([member="Matsu Xiangu"], @Logan of Little Corustant), [member="Darth Vitium"], [member="Darth Praelior"], [member="Khallesh"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"] Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] (1v1), [member="Korsan Rung"], [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] Theme:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUnB846aB4I
NPC Forces - Patricia Susan Garter - On the assumption that said individual is exiting fight (220 vong left on bridge, 62 on the other side, a bunch of zombies)
This is blood for blood and by the gallons. These are the old days, the bad days, the all or nothing days. And if it wasn't for the break in the barricades, the world may have been a brighter place. The slip of the defense structures opened the republic forces to the Vong like a trickle in the damn. But like anything overcome with massive force, a small thing became a big thing, until nothing was left of the barricades and the Vong warriors opened up their hate and anger until gore bruised the bridge in dried and seeping blood. The amphistaffs bit out and shot acid against those not currently screaming and writhing in the agony of the gel or not being sucked into the black holes of the singularity mines. It was too bad that these tanks were the less armored variants, otherwise they may have stood a chance. But the gaping holes in the dimensional wall pulled at them like a rock tied with rope, slowly drug into the sea. A couple weren't entirely pulled in, but as the black holes closed, they chopped the machines into halves, causing them to ignite and send forces out in minor explosions. Several vong troops were crushed as the dropships were blasted out of the sky, plummeting to the bridge in mass explosions. The detonation sent rubble and metal out in caustic blasts, vibrating the entire bridge with a shaking motion.
The vong would break now against what forces remained in defense, blasting both turrets and blast doors with blast bugs and a downpour of amphistaff acid as the remaining 62 would hold their position in case of another aerial attack. But behind them, the roads began to move. No, not the road, but the people left for dead. The songs sung by Darth Praelior brought them careening back to life in jagged lunges as they progressed towards the bridge, attacking anything not currently engaged and not considered One Sith allies. They would soon be upon the attacking Vong, looking to pick up the scraps left behind by Patricia Susan Garters forces. Her body wasn't found, oddly enough, perhaps in a retreat she found solace in the escape. In the ability to not see the carnage that would follow her flight. These were merely the notions of an omniscient narrative, absent the mind of the forces that commanded these troops to give everything, including their own lives.
PC - Kana Truden - Reverance
The attack missed, which was fine. In truth, he found joy in the idea that this fight wouldn't end so quickly. Perhaps, he would eventually be able to fully express himself. She stepped to her left, a prudent gesture but one of adequate instinct. It was fortunate for his sake that she hadn't moved to her right, Gabriel preferred it this way. Despite his ability to use both hands, he favored his right hand obviously so. And even as he moved with instinct born of years long passed in combat, he felt the swell of her confidence and the idea of it...excited him.
As she moved to her left, Gabriel mirrored, his left foot pushing out to the left and his right foot sliding in unison to meet a square stance, feet spread shoulder width part. In a fluid sort of fashion, his left hand retreated from the hilt, drifting out to his left in habit as it followed the motion, as his right hand remained fixed towards the top of the hilt. Cocking his right elbow in and lifting the blade upward and rotating the wrist to remain rigid and nearly perpendicular to the forearm, palm of the fist facing him, the crimson saber caught the blade of the Jedi Knight and Gabriel released a force push, from his left hand, towards Kana's feet. If successful, it would push her feet out from underneath her and send her torso flying towards the Sith Lord. In expectation of success, Gabriel lowered his head slightly and rotated the saber from his right to left, blade crossing over his own head, as it plummeted towards Kana's right shoulder with a slight lift of his elbow, hoping to catch her mid flight. If the force push failed, the attack would still maintain veracity in it's aim towards her shoulder. He was a master of Makashi, quick and sporadic attacks his bread and butter.
Please private message me about this if there is a problem. As Patricia has bowed out of this fight, my vong have overwhelmed her forces. If that's inappropriate, please let me know and we can discuss it.
The Immortal shook under the combined attack of the Republic's force. It sent Darth Ayra off her feet, as well as several of the bridge's officers. Sparks came to life as bulk heads came loose from the assault. It was a testimony to the engineering of the One Sith that the vessel had survive, and indeed, was immortal as it's name.
The Circle of Firce encircled the One Sith Star Dreadnaught, as Friedrich Stahlmann's tactics came to play. It came to the mind of the Sith Lord that whilst Mordecai Zambrano and the One Sith that had selected the ships that would be used to take Manaan from the Galactic Republic, she included, had compensated for the enemy starfighter's with the Razers and even cloaked ships with the Recon Corvette, but not the Immortal's weaknesses with attack craft that were maneuverable and nifty enough to get into position quickly to stop ships, as they were now, exploiting such weaknesses.
Dark Blades were powerful, but lacked that agility and thus the Republic had an advantage in those terms. Her gaze turned to the Immortal's Executive Officer. "You have the bridge. Follow the commands of Lord Zambrano." "What of you my Lord?" the XO asked, holding a wound on his head where he had fell in the ensuing chaos. "I am going to do what I do best: destroy."
The Sith Lord lifted the cowl of her robe back over her head and made her way out of the bridge. Within each Immortal existed meditation chamber made for people such as Darth Ayra to use in the heat of battle. Where one might expect a sorcerer to conjure an illusion like the Sith mages of old who were said to be able to conjure entire fleets out of no where, Darth Ayra was not a magician or sorcerer of any kind.
In fact, the nearest sub class that described the training that the Sith Lord possessed was Sith Warrior; and much like a once famous Sith Warrior had in his arsenal of Lightsaber techniques and military training was a dark side technique that only a true Sith Lord could master and use.
Said technique was once used in a battle with the New Republic by a resurgent Dark Lord of the Sith thousands of years ago, which destroyed an entire fleet in the process. However, this certain Sith was also the one that culminated a thousand year old plan to destroy the Jedi Order, so he had powers that couldn't be fathomed by Darth Ayra. Still, such was the power of the dark side.
The Sith Lord lowered herself into the meditation chamber and allowed herself to submerge into the pull of the dark side of the Force. She had commanded and had successfully planted the Annihilator-class boarding shuttle's into position to board the enemy Corvettes, Cruiser and Frigate that was providing the Republic their agility advantages. Now it was up to Mordecai, Arcanix and Melakoth to solve the One Sith's naval problems.
But what Darth Ayra would do would potentially win the battle for the One Sith and solve the dilemmas that they now faced. That was if the Republic didn't mange to destroy the Immortal first. Preposterous. As the Sith Lord absorbed the death and dark side energies that engulfed the planet below her and the people on the ships that she was on and around her, Darth Ayra began the beginning stages of a Force Maelstrom.
Location 3: Ahto City Proper-North
Objective: Destroy the Hyper-Buoyancy Gnerator
Engage [member="Seraphina Shel'tah]
Allies: Team H: Ahto North [member="Darth Helios"], [member="Skorn Draclau"], [member="Bellona Vel"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"], [member="Xhexania"]
Enemies: [member="Reid Anaxoid"] [member="Ket Van-Derveld"] [member="Seraphina Shel'tah] [member="Odeyseis"] [member="Slate Estrada"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"]
Xhexania was pleased that the first Jedi she faced was talented in terms of lightsaber combat. She had feared that it would be a quick duel, pilfering all the pleasures of the victory. But as talented as the Jedi was, Xhexania knew she would be wise not to underestimate the ability of the Jedi. She had been lured into a near fatal move right at the start and if it wasn't for her quick thinking, the Jedi would have her lightsaber as a trophy. If she was to win this battle today, then she would have to dictate the action and force the Jedi to fight on the defensive. But to say it and actually accomplish it were two separate issues, and to many factors were already involved. Such as the destruction of the facility around them. Were the Sith Military aware that their allies were inside these buildings or was the commander that incompetent of his duties that he did not care? Perhaps a word afterwards would be in order. She would not be granted permission to kill him, publicly, but there are several ways to make a death appear accidental.
The Jedi had managed to survive her first strike by deflecting the blow with her emerald blade then shuffled around her with elegant grace that for a brief moment, Xhexania was impressed. Xhexania saw the purple blade, which appeared to her more of a defensive move rather than full strike, and parried the blow with ease. Before Xhexania could offer up a counterstrike of her own, the Jedi took to the air, a mistake she will regret. Xhexania reached out again with the Force to catch her but was thrown off balance by yet another missile blast. When she finally retained her balance, the Jedi was back-peddling toward a grand opening, her blades at the ready. Xhexania cursed that blasted commander again for now he would be punished for costing her the opportunity of vanquishing the Jedi.
Xhexania began to stalk the Jedi down the hallway watching, waiting, calculating what the Jedi was planning. Was she being led to some sort of trap? If so, she would spring this Jedi's trap one way or the other. Twirling her crimson blade in a circular motion, Xhexania spotted the downed wires that were spitting and spurting electricity. Was this her trap? A brief thought slipped into her mind to turn the wires against the Jedi but quickly squashed it. Was that what the Jedi wanted her to do? Moving cautiously around the wires, Xhexania saw the fire in the entrance and knew that it was sucking the oxygen, the life essence for most species, from this part of the facility. Time was no longer on her side. What cruelty of fate it would be if she managed to cast down this Jedi into oblivion only to succumb to suffocation. But it seemed with all the devastation around them, the only way out of this section was through that fire infused entrance.
Stopping her blade in mid twirl, the tip pointing up, Xhexania laughed maniacally then said, "Do you fear me more than the fire behind you? Let us see, shall we?" Without waiting for a reply, Xhexania struck again. Using the Force to boost her speed and taking her hilt in two hands, she released a flurry of four (4) strikes aimed at the legs of the Jedi in an attempt to drive the Jedi into the fire and keep her from going on the offensive, while maintaining her own balance and moving her feet in sequence that coincided with each strike's destination.
Location: The Genjix
Objective: Smash the Republic command vessel as ordered by Lord Mordecai
Allies: [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Melakoth Tyrin"] [member="Harley"]
Enemies: [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] [member="Camellia Swift"]
"Change of target acknowledged," Taeli said, begrudgingly turning her attention towards the Remembrance. She disagreed slightly with the idea of switching targets yet again, but she would do as ordered by the commanding officers. Luckily, unlike the other ships, this enemy ship would be just as lumbering as their own.
"Divert more power to our shields and weapons," she ordered. "And open fire with all guns."
A massive barrage began firing towards the Remembrance class ship, including another hypervelocity cannon blast that was aimed towards the shield generators or what was thought to be the generators. She knew this ship would not be able to dodge such a blast and would most likely need to take it, unless her gunners were so incompetent they missed again.
"Have some of the Razers move to intercept the enemy attackers towards the Immortal, and tell our anti-Starfighter gunners to open up with all flak and point defense systems to create a shield around our side of the Immortal," she said, adding to her orders.
If they couldn't stop the attacks, she knew they would need to disrupt the Republic forces in some way and a last ditch idea began to rotate in her mind, but she would only implement it if it became clear the Sith would be pushed back. She could feel the dark side gathering though, the writhing energies invisible to the untrained eye, but she could sense them being drawn towards the Immortal. Darth Ayra was up to something and that made her smile.
"Lady Arcanix, Darth Praelior is requesting air support, the six Wraths deployed are nearing the atmosphere."
"Inform her that six Wraths will be deploying to help the ground forces," she said, turning back to the viewport as another barrage was launched.
Summary:
Opening up with a slightly stronger barrage on the Remembrance, including a hypervelocity cannon attack towards the shield generator
Dispatching six Wrath class fighters to assist ground forces against aerial bombardment from Republic bombers and gunships
Location - Ahto East
Objective 1 - Protect Generators
Allies - Republic
Foes - One Sith | [member="Darth Vornskr"]
An avalanche of kinetic power and rubble manifested angrily from her opposer. Blades engaged with a few pieces, dissecting what she could as she stood her ground — bolstering her position with a grunt while things around her lost their footing and rooting. Those blades soon disengaged and she kneeled, falling into the tsunami with her arms vertically locked in front of her face. The raw power behind his rage threatened to separate her flesh from her bones. Her teeth grit as more was uprooted around her, and she could feel the dismal tug of lives evaporating without a second thought. She would have been wiser to roll with the punch, letting his permeating anguish take her like a tidal wave. It probably would have saved her a few direct cuts, gashes and bruises. But Vornskr was wild and needed to be controlled, otherwise his havoc would spread.
She twisted her wrists so her palms faced each other while she withstood the onslaught. Between her hands, The Force cumulated. Kiskla easily could have summoned a shield for herself, but Vornskr's wrath had spread beyond her now. He'd learned not to make his attacks so direct. Shuddering as she summoned, Kiskla's hair whipped wildly about her while the kinetic blast continued.
Her palms turned, a shimmering bubble forming within her hands and growing. At first, it protected her immediate person, spreading from her hands radially until she was covered head to toe. Her hands then curved to a crescent shape, the translucent bubble mirroring her adjustment and instead of being a convex bubble, curled with it's edges outward. At first this behaved similarly to a chute, debris flying at her and sliding down the front of her radial shield and boomeranging back to the sender. Slowly, due to the concentration, she stood -- expanding the breadth of the bubble at the same time. Her arms drew back and she gave a heaved push toward [member="Darth Vornskr"]. The bubble travelled as planned, and Kiskla continued to conduct behind it, arching her wrist and palms to generate a circular motion. The bubble of her prowess encircling the Sith like a dome with the intention of concealing his torrent with himself. Making him the sole sufferer. From this distance, his force-sucking gauntlets couldn't have their mass effect on her; though her prodigal potential was not at it's peak.
Inside the shimmering globe the debris would swirl and whirl with the Epicanthix. Much like a holiday trinket from someone's travels they'd later use as a paper weight.
Except this snow globe was compressing inward on the figurine inside.
Location: Ahto City Proper - North
Objective: Don't surrender, live
Allies: None to be seen
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] Several OS troops
Track:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_v2XMXUB8Q4
I cursed under my breath, it was foolish of me not to notice their troops closing in. "It seems the odds are against me" I said jokingly, reaching for my belt "I guess I'll surrender then..."
My foe seemed surprised that I was taking this so easily. "OR NOT!" I yelled as I chucked a smoke bomb. A thick cloud of smoke covered the battle field, naturally the troops opened fire.
I used my force speed along with my blaster and datadagger to clear a path through the line. Several Sith and Vong fell to friendly fire as I rushed out of there. The battle was over for the time being.
LOCATION: Ahto City Proper - NORTH OBJECTIVE 1 ( One ): Protect the Hyper-Buoyancy Generator from incoming Sith forces. | Engage [member="Xhexania"] ALLIES: Republic & TEAM BRAVO:
The facility shook as another quake rattled the very foundation to its core. Sera's blow from her second saber was parried as expected, and as she landed opposite the Sith, quickly glanced about the general vicinity to be certain that the rooftop would not be collapsing inward in the next few moments. Regaining her focus on [member="Xhexania"] , Sera understood that this was a very calculated individual. She was quick to observe the surroundings, much like Sera. It was beginning to feel as though she had some kind of darkside doppleganger to contend with. "Interesting..." She mumbled quietly, as she watched the young human Sith's eyes shifting from object to object. Is she looking to use something against me? Or is she merely observing the bolstering fire?
It became obvious that there was something on this girl's mind as she didn't immediately lunge forward again, nor did she attempt to launch any debris or other trick towards her. Perhaps she is nervous, afterall, she can't be much older than 16 or 17. What could she have been exposed to that caused so much hatred toward the Jedi? Was she an abducted child indoctrinated by the Sith to believe it was the Jedi's doing? How does someone so young have so much hate if not ingrained into their minds from the beginning?
Backing into the large room exiting the corridor, it opened up to the central chamber wherein contained the primary generator for the facility, and likely a portion of the city's electricity. Against the wall were several electrical and control panels, auxiliary switches, and redundancy levers to regulate and redirect power if needed. The desks were empty, with paper, furniture, and belongings scattered about from the intensity of the shellings. The glittering dance of the red saber twirling in Xhexania's grasp was somehow undeniably beautiful, broken only by the sound of such an unflattering cackle, followed by a more direct challenge to her sense of intimidation.
NOW. The Sith moved with a cat-like grace, swift and agile saber drawn, channeled hatred, and murderous intent, hands double clasped to the warm metallic hilt she wielded in her wicked rage. The blows came in rapid succession. Four in total, their destination? Her lower body, her better half if she were to say so. The first strike was dodged with Sera's use of a quick jolt of Force energy to propel her body sideways in a cartwheeled fashion, landing just a step away from the initial blow, her two sabers then slashing between the second strike only momentarily as to prevent the swing from arching any further toward her body. As the third strike was made the Sith had either calculate just enough, or luck was on her side as the blade managed to cleave it's way through the rear of her left leg guard, the blade ever so slightly nipping at the back of her leg as the guard released its grasp and fell to the floor. She winced at the initial burn as the blade withdrew. Xhexania's final swing was met with Sera's own Force push, knocking her back just far enough that the blow was just out of reach of her knees.
Sera took a breath with the moment of distance, gazing at her leg guard, scorched and lingering on the floor, then down to her leg to check the damage. Perhaps a scar later on, but nothing more pressing at the moment. "I fear you no more than you fear me, Schutta." Reversing both blades to their proper front facing state, Sera crouched momentarily, gathering a swath of Force energy to propel herself forward, swinging her left blade high to low, while her right arm swung horizontally toward the human's abdomen. Deciding to take a cue from the Sith's earlier maneuver, as Sera swung her right handed saber, she used her own telekinesis to volley a small chunk of durasteel that lay on the floor directly at the Human's side.
