Invasion I'm On A Boat [OS-Republic Invasion of Manaan]

[Ashin Varanin]

LOCATION: Near Ahto City
OBJECTIVE: Two - focusing on the Progenitor
ALLIES: [member="Darth Praelior"], [member="Darth Vivaldi"]
ENEMIES: [member="Vaudin Miir"]

Yuuzhan Vong bled black; Selkath bled reddish-purple. When mixed with stray seawater and kolto splatter, they formed a sludge of indeterminate color and serious infectious potential, but it couldn't be helped at this point. Dark blood/water/kolto daubed her skin as she pulled herself from the wreckage of yet another indiscriminate Republic utilization of explosives. And just when she'd been about to be rescued, too. Tremors wracked her hands and her left eye had a tic. She couldn't quite hear straight. Most of the weapons she'd found either didn't like her or were too heavily calibred for her. In the end she'd found a blaster pistol and made her way to a private submersible bay, only to find the keys missing, and she was no technopath. She was no Jedi to just commandeer a sub, and there weren't many to commandeer regardless. Ahto City's inhabitants had long since started running to the other cities deep under the ocean, or to other Selkath colonies across the stars.

In due course, she found a small sub, bobbing in its bay, its near-human owner slumped in the seat with a thud bug instead of a left eye. She hauled the man out, which took some doing; she wasn't especially strong. The sub was unarmed, a sports model for impressing fish and watching girls, or possibly the other way around. Half a tank, only a faint smell of death, faster than most things around -- a good find. She adjusted the seat, got into one of the deep-water survival suits on hand for the lady of the week, and took the little sub down below Ahto City. Republic explosives had torn holes in the underside, and a cold fury stilled her hands.

She bent her course towards the Hrakert Rift. Fish-watching sensors picked up a flurry of movement near the Rift -- seatroopers and Selkath fighting like schools of piranha. More Republic explosives, cavitation bubbles, mechanical damage contributed to mass death of the Selkath troops who'd boarded the rift facility, but hundreds more were engaged in the immediate vicinity. The damage twisted her gut, but that much death felt appetizing -- couldn't be helped, when Force Drain was one's speciality. Rather than head for the Rift, she arced her path up to the surface again, to the place where the containment carrier, under attack by hundreds of Selkath ([member="Vaudin Miir"]) and defended by hundreds of troopers ([member="Darth Vivaldi"], [member="Darth Praelior"]), was attempting to scoop the Progenitor. Her sensors, admittedly, were too primitive to tell if the Progenitor was actually enclosed and subdued, and the water was massively disturbed, distorting vision.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Location: High Orbit, Manaan - Aboard the Phobos
Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the Republic fleet; command ship
Allies: The Force
Foes: [member="Lira Dajenn"], [member="Sabena Shai"]

Spoiler

• Immortal (x1) - The Immortal
  Refer to Alicia Drey's posts.

[*]Dark Blade-class Dreadnoughts (x2) - Reignfall and Genjix

• No attack craft

[*]Skarr-Ro'ik Carrier Analogs (x2) - Phobos and Antimone

• Ten Fighter Squadrons, Coralskippers (120 fighters, 12 fighters per sqd. per vessel.)
• Twelve Gunships, Yorik-Vec (12 cruisers per vessel.) - Technically Assault Cruisers
• Forty Eight Droppods, Yorik-trema (24 droppods per vessel.)

[*]Razer-class Frigates (x5) - Wake, Tombstone, Arkania's Curse, Close Shave, and the Nekrosis

• One understrength Fighter Sqd (10 Fighters per sqd. per vessel)

[*]Shadow-class Recon Corvette (x1) - Peeping Tom

• No attack craft.

[*]Attack Craft Total:

• 410 - Fighters
• 36 - Bombers
• 36 - Gunships
• 60 - Dropships

Mordecai never expected them to merely stand in line while he plowed through them like a bowling ball and pins, but he never imagined that they could move as fast as that. Their leader uttered a single, sharp command that had the entire squad of them scattering like the crazed insects they were. Internally, he groaned. The Dragon Lord knew all too well that speed was his main weakness and they had exploited it early on - easily spelling doom for the younger Zambrano in this battle.

Then they had more tricks up their sleeves. Having served with Yuuzhan Vong for most of his life he knew how they reacted to their foes - especially when they carried around packets of the damned pollen that they loathed more than almost anything technological. The shield shivered in his grasp just as the youngest Jedi who had backed up pulled her arm back to lob a whole cloud of Bafforr pollen at Mordecai and the shield itself. His crimson gaze hadn't moved from Sabena in the slightest and his only glimpse of Lira was for form moving away.

The Kraetos acted by itself, since they were known to be rebellious, and spewed flames. While the pollen cloud may have been a few meters in width, a cone of searing hot hatred stretched across by seven meters wide and four in height. A crimson cone was emitted from all three heads at once and their combined fury would completely wipe out any trace of whatever pollen was left.

SNAP!

The Dragon Lord glanced down to see a seemingly glowing blue piece of plasma wrapped around his legs. A sharp and surprisingly strong tug was just enough to seize them together.

"Urgh," the man groaned, quickly attempting to wretch free from its grasp but only merely ended up toppling over with shield in hand as one of the other Jedi swung her purple blade at him. It had narrowly missed his head by inches from his fall, but now the Twi'lek's legs were exposed. That fall had definitely ended up in some bruising since Mordecai barely was able to keep the shield from crushing him, though his other arm wasn't occupied and the gleaming crimson blade swept out in an arc, neatly cleaving both legs from the Twi'lek in one fell swoop.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Location: The Phobos
Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the Sith fleet; command ship
Allies: [member="Sabena Shai"] [member="Sciath"]
Enemies: [member="Mordecai Zambrano"]

The lightwhip hit home, and she grinned slightly as she saw the man tumble to the floor.

The spike of victory was short lived however as she saw one of her compatriots run towards the man. Lira wanted to yell out to her, scream at her to stop, but by the time she moved it was already too late. The man sliced outward with his lightsaber, catching the Twi'lek Jedi by the legs and slicing through both of her legs in one clean cut.

“Trish!” Lira called out in fear and frustration.

The Twi'lek tumbled to the ground in a heap, the legs literally cut out from beneath her. A pained expression caught Lira's face, but she managed to stay calm. Calm was the mark of a Jedi, and even though she wanted to run to her friend in aid of her, she knew that doing such a thing would be foolish.

She pulled on the whip.

One arm strengthened by the force to keep his legs neatly tied together. Her other hand ignited the saber-staff, bright blue jumping into blaze. In an instant she whirled the saber-staff, throwing it, not at the Sith on the floor, but directly at the odd-fleshy looking cat-walk above him.

 

[Vaudin Miir]

LOCATION: Near Ahto City
OBJECTIVE: Two - focusing on the Sea of whatever
Axis: [member="Darth Praelior"], [member="Darth Vivaldi"], [member="Selka Ventus"]
Allies: Vaudin Miir....wait that's me... ummm Ally: A filled flask of bourbon.

"What the kark!" Vaudin yelled over the com as the rift facilities showed detonations of explosives that were terribly counter productive.

pew pew pew. Shoo shoo fubble bubble bubble gubble pshoo pshoo Vaudin’s forces pressed the attack despite being somewhat alone.

"Krakana Squadron attack the Sith shark poaching fething ship." He said. "The rift is secure assalut the enemy forces directly. Push the assault and force a retreat."

TLR

Said some stuff
pew pew
Bring back the fish.

 

[Invicta Zambrano]

Location: Ahto East, moving inward towards the center of the city.
Objective: Objective I

• Teach [member="VlPER"] that it isn't polite to try and remove a lady's leg.

Allies: One Sith

• Team V [East]: [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"] | [member="Khallesh"]

Enemies: Republic

• [member="VlPER"] (Sweetums, you and I need to talk about your manners...)

Music: Drowning Pool "Tear Away"
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There was a moment, one singular moment of time where she thought the attack would succeed. The way he tried to lean back, likely misjudging the length of her swords or the reach of her arms. The sheer, sick satisfaction as her blade sliced deep into his flesh brought a sense of visceral triumph that sang through her senses. It was as glorious as Kaine had intimated in the training sessions he'd insisted upon if she was to accompany him to the front lines.

Perhaps, Invicta thought, she should have paid closer attention and relied less upon the strength of her armor.

Light though it was, its impeccable craftsmanship had kept her safe for the last several decades. But her mistake had come in not adjusting to pull her leg back the moment it met the white-hot blades of his lightsabers. Even those few, scant seconds had proved disastrous. She felt the warmth first, and in the next breath, the pure, unadulterated pain of a lightsaber carving into her flesh, just below her knee.

It seemed as if every pain receptor in her frame was overloaded, blinding her in a wash of crimson agony. Swords clattered out of hands that couldn't grasp the hilts any longer, palms managing only to brace, trembling, against the ground as she struggled to sit up. The haze cleared after a moment, the taste of blood filling her mouth as one of her fangs pierced her tongue. Without thinking, Invicta finally surrendered to the darkness and let the Force fill her senses. She used the pain as best she could, reaching out to pull a fallen Republic soldier to her side.

The poor bastard was wounded, and likely would have been saved with the care of a medic. But Invicta had other ideas. She plunged a hand into the wound on his neck with a snarl, fingers curling into claws as they buried into the tender flesh and muscle. His pain was medicinal in and of itself, but it was his life energy she wanted.

So she took it, draining him until he was little more than a mindless husk of a being. She poured that ill-gotten energy into her wounded leg, trying to force it to heal. But there was too much damage - too much flesh seared away, too many veins cauterized, and too much of the bone itself burned beyond repair. Rage blackened her senses as she shouted with Force-enhanced tones, the Republic soldier being flung away even as a chunk of his neck remained clutched in her hand. It soon found itself charred into dust as she fought to control her pain-stricken frame long enough to get up and finish Viper off.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

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"]




The years she spent alone as a youngster on Dagobah had taught her that death could swoop in and snatch you away like a thief in the night, and that was when the planet was blessed with daylight. At night, darkness was the cloak that hid the true predators; the ones horror stories from travelers were made of, stories that birthed the nightmares kids believed when bed time was upon them as they lie alone in the dark fearing monsters under their beds or creatures lurking in their closets. Xhexania did not fear the darkness, she respected it; and she respected the hunters and abominations that walked in its wake preying on their unwary victims. And the greatest predators that hunted in the darkness claiming it for their own domain were Sith.

So when Jedi had decided to even the playing field by countering her smoke screen by bringing complete darkness into the scenario, the Jedi had made a fatal error. Xhexania watched, while waiting for her surprise to make an explosive entrance, as the lights blinked out one by one and listened as the machines that had survived the bombardment so far fell silent. She did not know if there was a time frame for any, if one existed, of the back-up generators but she knew she had to act quickly regardless. By powering down her weapon, she allowed her body to be incorporated into the darkness and when the tune of her little surprise etched out its final note, she closed her eyes and did her best to cover her ears by pulling her hood tight across her head while her free hand lifted the corpse of a dead Republic soldier, via the Force, to act as a shield from the blast.

Her ears rang slightly from the blast and when she finally opened her eyes, the corpse was in tatters. Casting it aside, muffled words found Xhexania's ears and she had to stifle a laugh as she replied, "Come now, Jedi. You are above complaining about one tiny explosion while there are far greater ones bursting all around us. I have a thought, surrender to me and I promise to take you away from all these grander explosions. You have my word."

Xhexania could sense the Jedi was on the move. She stood still, holding her lightsaber hilt tight and at the ready. When the Jedi carelessly moved to where Xhexania wanted her, she ripped the lightsaber hilt from the Jedi's left hand using the Force, quickly ignited hers and brought her blade down in a slashing motion cutting the hilt in two. "Shall we," Xhexania hissed as her blade slashed downward again in an attempt to remove the Jedi's left leg.

In the distance, a roof collapsed sealing off one of the corridors.

 

[Reverance]

Location: Rev on side of the bridge, Vong demolishing defenses and destroying the first blast door on other side of bridge
Objective: Continue to engage Kana Truden, destroy the hyper buoyancy system (Objective 1)
Allies: Team R ([member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]), [member="Darth Vitium"], [member="Darth Praelior"], @Khallesh, [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] (1v1), [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], [member="Korsan Rung"], [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]
Theme:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ejsM0VF-Os​

Explicit​

NPC Forces - 220 Vong with 62 left on the other side, a horde of dumb zombies​

The Vong attacked the blast doors with spit acid and blast bugs, a mob encircling a wounded animal. Each strike sizzeled or exploded, letting out smoke and sublimated fumes from things solid turned to gas in but a brief moment. Like chiseling away at a statue, looking to form something beautiful through artistic talent, the blast doors moaned as a vertical crater formed in the surface of the object. The Commanders screamed in unison as Chitin carbines continued to mow down opponents with thud bugs and razor bugs as the warriors clashed harder and harder against the metal. Solid thumps turned into hollow pangs as the metal began to peel away, skin burned with acid to reveal the flesh beneath, painted in sulfur yellows and copper greens. Corroded and reactive chemicals eating away into protecting object until hole formed, something small that quickly turned into something large. Before long, the Vong had destroyed what remained of the blast door and continued their fire into the space beyond it. They were confused, as bloodlust and anger took over, and the inhalation of evaporated metallic fumes were starting to reveal early onset of narcotic affects.

Behind the vong, the dead had made their way half away across the bridge. They were slow and fumbling sort of things, lunging in hungry effort as they clawed at the air aimlessly. And republic forces had left numerous obstacles to which mindless things pinned. The smoke of zombie flesh soared high into the sky, an entire group jumping happily into the smoldering carcass of a destroyed gunship, looking for the flesh that hid within. Afterall, they preferred their meat well done and were often prepared to die for such standards.

PC - Kana Truden - Reverance​

The sting of pain confounded his mind for the mere instance of it's occurrence. Like a warm wave washing over the shore, leaving no impact but the trails of algae at high tide, the euphoria claimed his persona as he let out a sigh and watched the Jedi spin on her toes, seeking to determine damage. If it weren't for the heat of combat, his eye would roll back in his head as he jump into it, succumbing to the sensation that pressed against him. But it was too much for just the nick in a shoulder, no, it came from in front and behind. Like a heat blanket applied in a blizzard. He didn't need to turn to know it's origins, to feel the wound seeping from [member="Matsu Xiangu"]. As he lifted his saber to engage the fight once more, his mind found motivation in the sudden haste impressed upon him. Perhaps she was a weakness he had collected, to cause such a change in his mental acuity mid-step. But she still breathed life, and seemed filled with a righteous anger. A smile formed across his cheeks, in thought of such notions, as the Jedi pressed her luck once more. The Sith Lord found focus in the heat of the moment.

Gabriel had taken the opportunity to use a feigned attack twice now in this duel. So fresh in the mind, he was practically expecting it from someone who seemed to be observing as much as participating. As Kana struck out towards his right shoulder, the Sith Lord moved his right foot behind his left, careful to not overstep, as he shifted his body to be facing where his right side one was. The feigned attack diverted towards the right knee, an object that was no longer there in the very nature of the initial dodge. But it did come close, brazen hit flashing against the phrik greaves of his left shin. Now, from the calculating perspective, Gabriel noted the waste in energy in his opponents endeavors. If one were to bisect the body into halves, they would have a left and right hemisphere. For someone who was right handed, there was an economy in striking first on their respective right hemisphere, the opponents left. This allowed an initial burst of speed with little energetic cost, something that could be combined with a cross hemisphere attack. But instead, Kana had crossed the hemispheres at the beginning and extended herself in her effort for the attack to land in her left hemisphere, Gabriel's right side. It required an assertion of power from the shoulder and the extension of the elbow, an undoubtedly powerful swing but slower as it failed to accentuate the purpose of the wrist. To start in the opposing hemisphere is merely a miscalculation, but to remain, well that could be fatal.

This one had much to learn, the Sith Lord thought, as his right elbow popped forward, crossing his body, in order for the crimson blade, held in right hand, to strike out at the extended attacking elbow. Even as he attacked, the feet would be moving in the circle that was started with the dodge, as he anticipated a counterattack that would involve the attempt to cleave legs from body. In essence, he would be stepping away as he struck out. The pain felt by the opponent and the forces around him, including [member="Matsu Xiangu"], sharpened the Kiffar hybrid like a whetstone applied to steel.

 

[Sabena Shai]

Location: The Phobos
Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the Sith fleet; command ship
Allies: [member="Lira Dajenn"], [member="Sciath"]
Enemies: [member="Mordecai Zambrano"]

Fire poured from the heads of the Kraetos shield. Once the fire came in contact with the powder, there was a burst as the powder was ignited. A chemical explosion followed - one that would not be particularly devastating yet could cause imbalance or disturbed hearing. Sabena had breathed in sharply through her nose before the explosion.

In brief, pollen was typically yellow. “Black pollen” would really be identified as mold. Black powder, what Sabena had thrown, was an ancient compound used for the propellant of slugthrowers.

An excited smirk stretched across her face at the sight of [member="Mordecai Zambrano"]’s reaction. Her eyes widened in shock - as if she pulled off some new and exciting feat for her.

Yet she did not sit around to celebrate the minor success of her dangerous experiment. She quickly unhooked her pouch - the one she pulled the black powder from - and tossed it to her left as fast as possible. Its trajectory would take it a distance away from Sabena and other fighters.

Then with the violent death of Trish, the momentary high Sabena had experienced came crashing down. She stood still as she stared at the Twi’lek’s body. Her lips trembled at the sight. It was not the first death Sabena had witnessed - yet she had not seen near enough combat to be at ease when a comrade fell.

What might seem to be doubt began to settle within Sabena’s mind. She saw [member="Lira Dajenn"] call out to Trish then toss a blade toward the cat-walk above Mordecai. Sabena had examined the cat-walks earlier - before Mordecai had arrived to the hangar. She had taken extensive notes about the structure of them as well as if there were any means to protect it from falling.

Looking back up to the cat-walk, Sabena curled the fingers of her left hand with her palm up toward it. It was of Yuuzhan Vong make - it would have been difficult if not impossible to move it directly via the Force. Not only that, but a thought ran across Sabena’s mind as what appeared to be doubt continued to plague Sabena’s mind. It was an assumption about how even Lira’s efforts would yield little results - in that the catwalk must be too strong. Even in Mordecai’s debilitated state, he would not even need to rush to escape damage.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

LOCATION: Ahto City Proper - NORTH
OBJECTIVE 1 ( One ): Protect the Hyper-Buoyancy Generator from incoming Sith forces. | Engage [member="Xhexania"]
ALLIES: Republic & TEAM BRAVO:

• [member="Odeyseis"]
• [member="Slate Estrada"]
• [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
• [member="Reid Anaxoid"]
• [member="Ket Van-Derveld"]
• [member="Nefertari Sovint"]

FOES: Team H [NORTH]:

• [member="Darth Helios"]
• [member="Skorn Draclau"]
• [member="Nulgath Zardai"]
• [member="Xhexania"] | DUEL

Music:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=2elAA3GtkkI
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A jolt of energy tugged at Sera's left arm. As if in slow motion, her grip on the saber was severed, the hilt dancing off into the air as if it were its own entity. A hollowness filled the pit of her stomach as she watched Xhexania's amber saber tear through her beautifully colored green blade in a matter of a single breath. Without a moments hesitation her Lekku alerted her faster than her eyes and ears could have possibly hoped, her fingers reacting to them as the Sith's strike was directed once again to her lower half. Her purple saber erupted from the base, still only partially extended as it collided with Xhexania's own, before completing its journey to full capacity. Fire rose in Sera's eyes as she two-handed her now single blade, mustering a fanatical feat of strength from what felt like her very soul, forcefully lifting the red blade of the Sith up and over the pair's heads. While taking the opportunity of closeness to remove a single hand from the lifted blades and, with wild ferocity, smashed her right fist against the side of Xhexania's head with enough velocity that her wrist guard developed a hairline fracture.

"I would sooner die than surrender to your darkness!"

Drawing in a deep breath as her hand reverberated from the smack, Sera summoned a vast reserve of her energy, directing a point blank Force push against Xhexania so charged, that had it been used against anyone other than a force-sensitive, would likely collapse their lungs, if not crush their spine and skull once they collided with the wall. Debris and loose objects caught in the area of the energy were ripped from their resting place and embedded into the structure as they too, collided against the wall. Unknowingly, rubble and other small objects around Sera that had not been caught in the immediate Force energy lifted from the floor, hovering waist and shoulder height around her. She inhaled and exhaled loudly, now acutely aware of the passion and fire that twinkled in her own eyes. This building inferno within her, the passion she felt, these feelings were slightly troubling to her, but gave her the resolve to continue onward. She expelled a taxing amount of her energy with that attack, and to add to the situation, was now missing one of her weapons. Seraphina knew that this fight needed to be squashed soon, or she would be in dire trouble.

The smoke tendrils from the fire burning in the entryway was now creeping its way into the central chamber, the smell dampening the air as the building immersed itself in its own glorious fiery beacon. Light emerged as the fire spread, granting the shadows their dance across the dimly lit room. Above, the rafters shivered, releasing one final wail as they broke free, heavy shards of concrete mixed with durasteel plumeted to the floor below, smashing through the generator, splitting the large capacitor into two halves. The stored energy still within was freed, a shockwave of energy and electricity burst from within, as if a mighty Sith lord unveiled a barrage of Force Lightning upon the room's occupants.

Sera's eyes widened in disbelief as the energy surged, seeking its way out. Holding up her lightsaber she made every effort to subdue to the hunger of the electricity. It's not enough! The electricity entered and exited her body in a mere milisecond, but for all she knew it could have been an hour. She was helpless, at the mercy of whatever could be possibly watching over her. She couldn't think, her mind was overloaded, body convulsing as she suffered the single most painful moment in her life.

The vibrant hue of her purple saber went out. Her eyes closed...Darkness...She heard an enormous rumbling, the vibration of the floor followed by pressure against her body from all sides. Her eyes felt moist, but she couldn't open them. Am I blind? Dead? She tried to call out, her voice hoarse, lungs filled with dust and ash. She choked on her words, more tears forming a small river as they ran down her byzantine cheeks. I've failed...And now this is how I am to die? She shouted a pained moan once again, if nothing more than to confirm that she wasn't yet dead.

Sera opened her tear filled eyes, everything was dark, she was still inside the room, though everything around had collapsed inward, and she saw nothing resembling doorways, corridors, or entrances. Where's Xhexania? Did she escape? Is she dead? Is she trapped here also?

 

[Keanu Shan]

Location: Space
Objective: engage enemy fighters
Allies: [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], [member="Sressechka"], [member="Camellia Swift"]
Foes: [member="Darth Arcanix"], [member="Harley"], [member="Melakoth Tyrin"] One Sith Fleeters
"Roger, that Blue Five, this is "Chatter" if you slow up some i'll join your flight. I'm damaged so i'm gonna need a wing-man to stay alive." Keanu pushed forward the throttle as far as he dared and limped to catch up to the other fighters. "Ok, here we go again. This time with out shields, or droid" he thought. Then he turned his focus again completely to keeping his ship together and surviving the fight at hand.

 

[Xilo Gale]

Location: Kolto Facility
Objective 2: Have some fun with the jedi
Allies: [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Vaermina"] [member="Darth Elecebra"] [member="Viktor Romanov"]
Enemies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"] Jedi/Republic


Xilo had all but already forgotten about his missing arm as he tried to reach down and grab a blaster pistol during his dash to realize that he didn't have a arm there anymore. Oh that bastard. Xilo thought to himself the pain surging through his body giving him strength and enjoyment but it still didn't fog his mind as much as it would others that got drained into it. This enjoyment reminded him of his past and what he had truly been through. Why he couldn't fall here. Not to a jedi. The scum of the galaxy that always preached about peace and the darkside yet they so willingly would pick up a blade if it fit their goals or would willingly kill a force user because they use the darkside. Xilo had never even used it but his father had and the jedi still tried to arrest him and take him away. His hate for them was more justifiable then almost anyone elses. He may have gotten caught up into the throws of it but he was still focused on causing more pain to the jedi. When he brought down his blade in a overhanded slash to meet the jedi's own Xilo smiled as the attack was only a ploy so he had enough leverage to flip. Using his arm strength as well as kicking off with his feet Xilo went into a flip over the jedi and deactivating the saber after he was sure he'd flipped over him. Landing on the other side of the jedi Xilo would draw his sonic pistol unloading round after round of sonic bursts at the jedi.

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

Location: Ahto City - Hyper-Buoyancy Generator - IN THE GENERATOR CONTROL ROOM BEHIND BLAST DOORS AND TURRETS
Objective: SOON AND VERY SOON: Protect the Hyper-Buoyancy Generator from One Sith Forces
Allies: TGR | TJO | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [Soon and very soon...]
Foes: TOS | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Darth Carach"]

He watched, waited, and saw her success for but a moment or two, soon followed by her query as to how she did, interrupted by... hmm, everything was interrupted then as the first blast door was impacted with the blunt force of... well, the Force. That certainly wasn't anything he'd seen before.

They're coming, and not so much for us at all...

He glanced up the side of the Hyper-Buoyancy Generator, hands dropping to rest on his hips. There was hardly any fear of drowning - some cats, such as himself, could swim quite well in fact - and there wasn't so much fear of anything for that matter, so much as a consideration of likelihoods, a rough calculation of probabilities. He'd seen and not seen a small lick of what the forms on the other side of the doors were capable of. He'd caught the sight of it on her screen, having whipped back around as soon as the klaxons started blaring.

"You did good, Spark," he said offhand when he looked on the blonde girl again, sure that the words would afford her some confidence and even more so that they were true, "just make it the first thing you think of when something's coming at you."

His citrine gaze passed to the basilisk, unblinking, while his mind conferred with itself for a smattering of moments as to whether two feet or four would be better. Lightsaber or claws - really, both had entirely separate effects with respect to durasteel. One made holes, and the other could make ribbons. Worse could be done to flesh... it was all a matter of getting close enough.

"You ready, Qun?"

Was anyone ever truly ready at times such as these?

 

[James Mathison]

Location: Streets of Manaan
Objective 2
Allies: [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]
Enemies: None nearby.


James heard over the Republic comm that Sanya was in need of aid. He stopped, took up a guarded position as not to allow himself to get shot with his eyes closed. He found her near him. Keeping out of sight, in broad daylight, with the help from the Force, James avoided the patrols. He followed his feelings until he passed an alley where he could've sworn he saw a pair of boots belonging to a wounded Sith trooper tucked into a corner.

He drew a blade and readied for a blaster to stick out, but what he saw was Sanya. She was helping the man. Ever the guiding light a Jedi must be.


"Sanya, what's the situation? I bypassed the patrols. Republic troops will take care of them. What are you doing with him?"

 

[Beowoof]

Location: The vicinity of [member="Keanu Shan"]
Objective: Possibly disobey general commands
Allies: Keanu Shan; [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]; [member="Camellia Swift"]; Republic people
Foes: Sithies, Sithies everywhere

Blue Five broke off from her wingman position and transitioned into a 'big sister' role alongside Chatter's beaten and broiled X-Wing. Some angry babble filled her comms as her wing leader cursed and called for her to return to her proper place in formation. "Just thought I'd lend a helping hand since it looks like he's taken on the whole fleet by himself." Five switched off the Blue Squadron line, quite aware that she would almost certainly get punished later on. But she could explain.

Buddying up with Chatter, the twi'lek pilot guided her own X-Wing slightly ahead of his, running point as they lagged a bit behind her squadmates on direct approach to the battlezone. "Sounds like we're being sent right into the dog pack. Are you ready?" Her scopes began to fizz as several marks became visible within forty kilometers. Sressi only waited a split second, immediately ready to suggest her own alternative. "Or we could do our own thing. Have you ever kicked butt?"

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Location - Ahto city East
Objective 1 - Protect the Generators
Allies - The Republic
Foes - The One Sith | [member="Darth Vornskr"]



Vornskr burst her bubble.

Very dramatically.

This time, Kiskla was wise enough to ride the wave instead of being flayed by the expulsion of raw energy. Her soles skidded along the ground while debris ripped around her; some of the energy that had been radiated outward she caught and cradled in her palm as self protection. She was crouched and sliding backwards, debris pummelling her-- she even felt a shrapnel pierce her bicep and decide it wanted to make a home there. Her arm shielded her face once more-- metallic braces covering flesh from more damage.

"Perhaps not." Kiskla murmured, rising to stand and face her opponent with a squared stance; as if she hadn't been aching seconds earlier. Her expression was stoically indifferent to the ongoings, but internally she was upset. The amount of death she was feeling was dramatic and distracting. She felt guilty that her time had been dedicated to the voice of the dark lord than at her comrade's side. She could feel her former Padawan, [member="VlPER"]'s pain. She could feel [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]'s struggle-- along with numerous others across the immediate city. A disclaimer for the reader to be aware of moving forward: Kiskla Grayson does not surrender. She does, however, negotiate.

"We both know that." Her tone was remarkably calm, considering the ongoings. "We also both know this could go on for days. For months longer....as it has." The blonde Kiffar was still rigid to the eye, blades unengaged as the Sith pointed his at her threateningly.
"You're not here to unmake this world." She shook her head, an uncharacteristic simper for this scenario pasting over her lips. "You're only here to unmake me." White, naked gaze locked with the glow in his eye slits. The Sith was in there somewhere. "That's all you care about. The thorn in your side." She had ruined Iridronia for him. Ansion for him. Coruscant, Teta, and Zeltros he had tried to claim her and failed. The girls resilience and confidence in herself was strong. Kiskla's words were broken up by breaths though -- she hadn't a plan for this. This was flying by the seat f her pants. "Call off your Blackblades, your wife. Those under your immediate command. Demand they abandon their objective." Big demands for a slight femme! Did she have cards to play to back up that hand?
"And then claim your prize." She spread her arms, palms facing the King of Panatha.

One for all. "I'll go with you."

 

[Caleb Brolen]

Location: Behind Sith lines
Objectiveestroy that walker
Allies: Jedi
Enemy: Sith

I slowly walked my way over to the walker going from building to building so no one would notice me. However being a Jedi in a group of Vong and Sith didn't exactly make me inconspicuous. After a few minutes of dodging OS forces I was one building and a massive courtyard away from the walker. I thought that if I destroy the walker that Sith forces route back to check what happened, the down side is that I will have a million Sith on top of me in a minute.

One of the human soldiers was smoking something off in the distant but I couldn't see it because it was to far away. All throughout the courtyard was shells placed in lines behind a linked fence. I waited a minute so that the guard dropped the cigar and walked back to his post. As it was still hot I used the force to pick it up before it burnt out. I then cleverly moved it in between soldiers and civilians alike. I placed it on the stack of shells and after 3 seconds it made a spark the what would be the largest explosion I have ever seen.

It was only a handful of Sith left so I charged at them and ignited my saber moving swiftly precisely to my next destination. The Walker.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Ahto City - West, Heading East.
Objective: Objective 1

• Destroy Hyper-buoyancy Generators in Ahto City - East
• Seek and Destroy [member="The Shadow King"]
• Revenge

Allies: One Sith

• Team V [East]: [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Invicta Zambrano"], [Member="Khallesh"], [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]
• Team R [West]: [member="Reverance"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"], [member="Nick Gamastar"]
• Team H [North]: [member="Darth Helios"], [member="Skorn Draclau"], [member="Arkia Zinn"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"]

Enemies: Republic (If you have an update in location, please let me know so I can adjust my posts accordingly)

• Behind Blast Doors: [member="Qun Vell"], [member="Spark Finn"], [member="Meeristali Peradun"]
• Outside: [member="Kiskla Grayson"], [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], [member="VlPER"], [member="Nefertari Sovint"], [member="Korsan Rung"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
• Traitors: [member="The Shadow King"] / [member="Darth Inferno"]

Theme: Traitor by Flyleaf

Spoiler

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhHlVQjn-r0[/media]​

There it was again - Romeo fleeing while hypocritically proclaiming that she was acting out of fear, his pompous attitude what would soon become his undoing. She knew him well, knowing full well that he had believed himself impervious to all sorts of her abilities - yet simultaneously not being aware of any, as made clear by his scampering away from the Sith Lord without a moment's hesitation and leaving his former fiance behind to die. She'd remember that, later. 'You liked him? What in the force is wrong with you? I'm glad you've stepped up and moved on, but how in the world could you ever be so blind?' Stammered the voice, amusingly aghast at her secret admiration that she once held for the Dark Jedi that she was now turning to chase. The darkness still hung heavy in the air, spreading far and wide, but it was what lurked within that truly gave meaning to the fear that she would soon cast on the battlefield. It had been so, so, long since she had last had a battle, a duel even, that caused her to give it her all, and even then that was so far in the past that it was almost a distant memory. Comparing the Jedi she'd fought that caused such a close likeness to struggling to occur and this little game of cat and mouse was entirely impossible - Romeo was by far a lesser threat, regardless of how pretentiously full of himself he had become. She'd be popping that inflated ego soon enough. Right after popping his bones out of place, first. 'It was a phase. Get over it. I'm going to break him apart now, that's all that matters.' She jabbed back, lowering the two sabers to her side as she followed the sound of the false king's voice. Oh how dearly she would make him hurt.

"Where is your supreme power now, Romeo? Do you cower behind walls like a common thief, too afraid to meet what sort of monster I have become? Am I still too ugly in your eyes, does my religious repulse you even now?" Silara shouted out, her voice amplified through the force with telekinesis to resound within the ears of those within her mental reach so that everyone in her surrounding area, enemies and allies alike, could hear her voice. 'Oh please. You're hardly going to get him to do anything with that sort of terrible banter. Do something flashy, kill someone or something. For chaos' sake, just fething throw something at him!' The voice complained, highly irritating her as she made her way towards him with a quickened pace with the intent on closing the gap between them. She was on the verge of making a retort to his complaints when she nearly tripped over a walking member of the undead, whom [member="Darth Praelior"] had evidently sent her way. As both an answer to the demanding requests that the intrusion within her mind and a way to give herself an even larger advantage, Silara dropped the waves of darkness with immediate effects - the darkness parted like two waves rolling away from each other as it dissipated to reveal her to the field and vice-versa. Contrary to what the Dark Jedi had assumed, the waves of darkness was anything but a concealment trick - she had done it to smother the lightsiders in the area and ensure they stayed out of the fight, but seeing that none had even truly approached her at this point, she rid herself of it. It was as this darkness parted, however, that [member="The Shadow King"] would quickly find a living corpse being sent flying towards him not unlike a missile through the force, thrown with masterful precision and strength using telekinesis.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: streets of Manana [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: locate team [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: Kian Karr, James Mathison, Corvus Raafhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5133-corvus-raaf/ [/SIZE]
Enemies: Bucket heads & the one sith

for what seemed the best part of half an hour, sanya could finally hear some footsteps not knowing if they where friends or foes. she gripped the hilt of the lightsaber in preparation for the worst outcome. the footsteps grew closer need followed by a loud wisper "sanya" it was clear that it was definitely [member="James Mathison"] witch gave her a moment of relief. "hey down here" as he walked into the alley he saw the unconscious body.

I had been periodically been checking the pulse to make sure he hadn't died. she stood up to bow at James and in return he ask what was the urgent news. "there was a patrol that wasn't scouting but looking for something. we both know if the sith are looking for something it can't be good. lucky I.. ahem" she clears her throat and let's of a smirk "kinda landed on top of him, buuuttt this works in our favor we can find out what there looking for" sanya pulls her hood down for a moment so she could rearrange the cape and neaten it up.

 

[Qun Vell]

Location: Ahto City - Hyper-Buoyancy Generator - IN THE GENERATOR CONTROL ROOM BEHIND BLAST DOORS AND TURRETS
Objective: Protect Generators and Sparkey
Allies: [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [I think? Stali tagged him]
Foes: [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Darth Carach"]

Qun looked over at the felcatian as the sound of Sith heading through the doors was made. He attempted to take another chug of whiskey, but found that he only had a half a chug of whiskey left in his flask. With a bit of a frown he threw the flask to the side before answering the Jedi Knight.

"I'm alwaysh ready for shomefink I won't remamder tomorrow." Qun said and pulled two saberstaffs from his belt, leaving them unignited in his hands as he went to Stali's side by the south door, ready for whatever might come.

"Sparkey, itsh about time for you to call that cab"

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: Heading North
Objective: 1 - eventually
Allies: None
Enemies: None

Assured the Padawans were not only safe but holding their own together, Corvus headed for the northern part of the city. Reports suggested Jedi were needed at the generator facility.

As she approached she could sense a presence that she recognised - a Padawan she had instructed on a regular basis.

So she centred on her signature and soon came to a building where mortar strikes had clearly taken their toll. But the extent of the damage suggested an electronic explosion too, so she picked her way through the rubble, moving pieces of building as quickly but as carefully as she could as she progressed to wherever the Padawan was

As she progressed she was concerned to feel a second presence - and this one wasn’t Light-sided.

[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]