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

[Reverance]

Location: Ahto City West
Objective: Objective 1 (break through second blast door), Continue to engage Kana Truden
Allies: Team R ([member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]), [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Vaermina"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Darth Praelior"]
Enemies: [member="Spark Finn"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Qun Vell"], [member="Meeristali Peradun"], [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]

NPC - Vong (210 + 62 crossing the bridge + plus innocent bystander zombies)​

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From the haze of smoke filling the hallway, beams shot out from the turrets, firing at the closest things in sight. Which just so happen to be poor little zombies who aint done nothing wrong and as far as anyone could tell, were totally innocent bystanders of this invasion, just so happen happen to be looking for a tasty bite of food. How would the Jedi feel if every time they went about their day, looking to get a nice meal, some evil doer was raining hell upon them? As far as the zombies were concerned, the Jedi were evil slayers of their kind. Shame, there was a lot of potential their for a touchy and gnawing sort of friendship. Nevertheless, they eventually found their way to the second door, even through turret fire and the fire of the Vong behind them. The floor began to smell of rotted zombie limbs and innards.

Speaking of the Vong, they continued their assault against the second blast door, though a portion of the troops began firing upon the hazy origin of the turret fire behind the veil of sublimated metals. Chitin carbines, thud bugs, blast bugs, amphistaff acid, the works. Everything continued to rain down upon zombies and blast doors alike, several Vong falling to the fire of the turrets. The other detachment moved quickly across the Western bridge, moving with a sort of hesitation as they cleared the path way and looked to join the forces of their kin. Should they arrive unmolested, they would fire upon the remains of the second blast door with rocket launched blast bugs. It would be unneeded though, as the second blast door was beginning to peel and reveal the innards of the generator facilities and those that resided on the other side.

PC - Kana Truden - Reverance​

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A trap laid is a trap triggered. Gabriel had been the instigator in this fight, it was about time his opponent initiated their step in the dance. And while he didn't move, in a fight, without the aid of force speed if he could help it, his initialization of the power was delayed compared to that of his opponent. Fortunately for him, Kana once again initiated the attack across her hemisphere under the throbbing pain applied through his force usage. A subtle and nuanced attack, little expenditure, but effective in it's purpose. Which was to draw the female out once more into combat.

As the attack came to him, his right hand lifted up, blade extinguished, as the emitter faced the sky. Simultaneously, his right knee bent in order drop the shoulder. The green lightsaber tip tagged the armorweave fabric of his torso armor, just at the right shoulder, but the impression wasn't lasting as it deflected up and away, due to Gabriel's change in position. Igniting the saber, placing the crimson blade between Kana's weapon and his head, the Sith Lord twisted his body to the right and his left fist snapped out, looking to break the attacking arm at the extended elbow. The power of the attack was real, the proximity enough to confirm the needed speed. The attack would also rotate his shoulder away from the attack, putting ignited red saber between him and the opponents weapon.

 

[Long Gone]

LOCATION: Somewhere in the ocean...
OBJECTIVE: ????
ALLIES: The Force
ENEMIES: The Goddess
MUSIC: Fatal Lullaby - Adrian Von Ziegler



The pressure of the ocean compressed her armor against her skin and buckled the rebreather to the point the HUD screamed that her oxygen rate was depleting at an alarming rate. Not that it mattered, her breathing was almost non-existent and her heart rate had slowed to such an extent – one would barely be able to detect a pulse out of her. Her gaze was distant, as if she wasn’t even present amongst the living ocean that was embattled between the One Sith and the Republic.

Violet orbs remained half closed as she stared out at the surface of the ocean, floating somewhere in the depths below the destruction that was occurring on Ahto City. She could barely make out ripples on the water’s surface, a corpse occasionally passing by her vision – be it a Vong trooper or a Republic solider. The tolls of war evident within the unchanging sea, blackened and tinted scarlet from the blood of thousands.

That voice caused her to blink slowly behind the shattered view of her HUD, the radar pinged against the various life-forms that it detected but nothing in the immediate area. A swift movement caught her attention briefly to her left, her eyes slowly shifting to the left and then there was movement to the right and then suddenly something sinister came out of the darkness - and it washed over her body like night encompassing a country side.

Where was she?

Was this death? ​

No...it couldn't be.

She could feel something, an embracing fear that clutched her heart and soul. As the voice of the Goddess spoke, she became even more afraid - like a child in a room of darkness with no hope of light. She could feel herself crying but no tears would fall from her face, she tried to cry out but her voice was silenced. Aaralyn would fall to her knees and try to beg and plead, but it would go unheard, a mocking laughter would echo all around her in the darkness that encircled her. A swirling mist of black and green began to encompass her form within the depths of the ocean.

Aaralyn could feel the panic in her chest, the fear consuming her mind. The Goddess had found her in death and refused to let it be so. She could feel the embrace of the darkness tearing at her core, pushing against her will. It taunted her, it begged her to give in.

She tried to resist, she could hear the voices of the thousands of souls of Manaan and the hundreds more as they continued to perish. She could feel the very flesh of her own body being ripped away as the sinful coils of hatred lashed out at her. She wailed in agony, begging for death to come but only the voice of the Goddess filled every fiber of her being. She mocked the resistance of the Sword, images of the sacking of Coruscant, her breaking on Teta by [member="Darth Isolda"] and the very destruction of the Galactic Republic ran rampant through her mind. The mist that seeped into her wounds and found it's way into the cracks of her armor would sting and burn her lungs. It made her cry harder as the vermilion waters around her would begin to clear - only to darken with the poisonous looking green cloud that chaotically swirled about her body.

She couldn't be broken - she refused to accept that her fate was to be forever bound to the will of another being. She would not be a slave to the voice of another, it was not in her blood - it was not who she was. Why had the Goddess come for her now?

Spoiler

OOC - 1/25 Edit - I forgot to link the Force power being used as a last resort and the connection to the Will of Vahl. It is now in the post properly. I apologize for the mistake.

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

Location: Ahto City - Hyper-Buoyancy Generator - IN THE GENERATOR CONTROL ROOM - ALL BLAST DOORS OBLITERATED IN THE SOUTH; Vong (surely to be soon joined by Sith) breaking through the last door in the West.
Objective: Do Things to the Little Woman [Battlesmut INITIATE...?!]
Allies: TGR | TJO | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Tracyn"]
Foes: TOS | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Darth Carach"]

‘Drop your weapons, do not resist and you will be spared.’

If there was one place where he was not well-trained, it was in the matter of mental anything. He had some idea of resistance when that voice slipped into his mind, but by the same token its allure was a slight hinting that rubbed against his psyche in some of the right ways. Inadvertently, a guttural purr slipped from him, his thumb slipped over the deactivation switch and the violet blue blade snuffed out; the hilt began to slip from his fingers when he finally snapped out of it as hell began to break loose.

Fingers tightened but too late, the hilt rattling to the deck at his feet - Qun moved for the male of the pair and it drove in the sharp reminder of their quick agreement - the woman was his, and it was this that his mind wholly latched onto in the instant following that smooth, mentally sensual distraction. In a split-frame within that time he lunged with the pure grace and lightning reflex of his kind at the petite, dark-haired woman, claiming her for his pointed attentions with large hands that would be impossibly strong for a human, but for one small detail underlined with burning citrine eyes and a tail that could not grasp but could touch, feel, and suggest.

In a whirl, he imbedded her wee form into the durasteel wall behind him, his own potent strength intertwined with the veneer of the Force itself, though unintentional for the lessons given to him on the matter had not yet fully sunk into his bones for him to readily think of it. Metal groaned in an unholy, moaning instant as the sum of strength involved pushed the little woman into the wall; a mold for a cookie-cutter of one Darth Nephthys.

"So..." he growled, just north of sotto voce, gaze alive on the flows of her face, "...come here often?"

 

[The Hound]

Location: En Route Ahto City Proper - Ahto City South

Objective: Objective Number One - bLAST ball of Kinetite on blast door numero DOS!

Allies: Beta Team - [member="Darth Elecebra"] | [member="Xilo Gale"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | Vaermina | [member="Selka Ventus"] Dralshy'a [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Viktor Romanov"] [member="Darth Layil"] [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

Foes: Republic/Jedi | [member="James Mathison"] | [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Qun Vell"] [member="Tracyn"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"]

The ocean air whipped around his face, warm from the heat of battle. The wind drowned out much of the noise below and the smoke and smog of the battle clouded his vision, but he could feel the Vessel. Like a bloodhound he latched onto the scent and delved deeper into the city. But something else. A familiar scent. One who's heart seemed to yearn for rage and battle. He was a dangerous sort. Nephthys was not safe there, at least, not according to his handler.

Clad in Iron he fights, his halberd itself a force of destruction. A man that had destroyed so much, killed so many fate seemed it fit to keep the one thing he seemed to care about away from his deadly grasp. As the Force brought him these images a single word came to the lips of the hound, the man's name lost on the wind.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Location: Staring down the barrel of a .45 - Ahto South
Objective: Get into the generators
Allies: [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Tracyn"] @Merristali Peradun [member="Qun Vell"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Vaermina"]

Sarge stepped through the haze and found himself staring at a cave in. Tunnel in? Cave in. A snarl crossed his lips under his helmet as he turned and came face to face with what was likely a perimeter guard. Smart. Let him go through and then trap him inside. Should have seen that coming. Ah well. With their weapons raised at him, he knew what was going to happen here.

Either they were going to tell him to surrender, or they were going to open fire.

"Leave." His mechanical voice echoes loudly off the tunnel walls, coming back in on him and making him sound almost as though he were speaking through multiple voices at once.

They did not comply. He didn't know why he'd hoped they would.

His mind wrapped around the Force crystals in his hood, drawing their power into himself as a shimmering shield of purple, crackling energy appeared in front of him. Free hand raising, he hefted one of the soldiers with the Force and them slammed him around into the others like a pinball. Whatever shots came into him panged off the shield, which he dropped with the soldier before raising his wrist-mounted bolter and opening fire.

Explosions and blaster fire filled the corridor with a deadly haze of smoke.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: Ahto City Proper - Ahto City South

Objective :

• Objective Number One - Destroy the Hyper bouncy generator
• Be a Vessel of the Eye of the Dark Lord -- Of the Chosen of Vahl.

Allies: | Darth Nephthys | [member="Vaermina"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Viktor Romanov"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

Foes: Republic/Jedi [member="Meeristali Peradun"]

You're gonna feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel this [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]. FEEL IT HARD.

Music: Imperatrix Mundi

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T E M P L E O F V A H L ​

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T͟h́e̡ ͏Ora̶c҉lé's͞ w͞or̨d̛s͘ stand a̡s ҉a war͠n͞i̢n҉g͢.͘..​

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Pain went ripping through the Vahla, the surge of the power of the Darkside rushing through her body to strengthen sinew and bone. The aquatic Yuuzhan Vong crab armor would shudder and crack under the immense strength of the Felacatian Jedi Knight -- but this wasn't due more to his battleram as much as the nearing thirty minute count down on Nephthys' armor.

Th҉e J̛edì ̢Ơrd̡er ͟wil̢l͏ fa͞ll.̴
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It could only survive thirty minutes out of water, after that it would start to seize -- and seize it would do. It began to shudder and strain upon the seemingly petite Darth Lord. When Stali had purred out in a husky gruff, the crab armor about her face would crack, the algae drying out, until finally, it began to fall away.

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͜A̴l̡l͜ o͢f t̵h͘e ͏R̵epubli̧c̴ wi͠l͜l ̡f̛aļl​

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Her face was as delicate as the rest of her. Skin of the purest alabaster would appear, eyes as deep of a crimson as the Leefari Sea, and hair as black as ebony. Her tiny form would struggle for breath, the Force surging through her as her chin would rise. That Dark Mark upon her skin, at the center of her back would burn and glow. She gave a shuddered gasp.

It began as a whisper, like the caress of a lover, crashing against the essence of the Felacatian thrust against her. Power would thicken like a putrid blanket, a shifting ozone of the like the Felacatian had likely never felt before. A thrum of energy would echo in Stali's head with the power that this one had. Power breathed off her skin like a nearly visible cloud, then suddenly Images would shove and press against his mind.

A shudder. ​

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A warning. ​

A͟n͘d on҉l͝y͡ ̴sub̸missio҉n̨ ̶w̢o͢ul͠d ̡sav̨e th̢em͡.
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A promise. ​

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̴A̸nd a ͏tidàl ̢w̵a͠v̷e o͡f H͟ero̡e͏s̷ ́b̀l̸o̢o̢d̢. ​

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The corner of the Darth's lips would curve into a succulent smile, just as the Hydrastaff that had coiled round up round her neck to survive the slam would bear three hissing heads. Two had already been crushed, but it didn't mean that their death would hinder the rest -- at least not at this range.

Just like that in point blank range, the three remaining Hydra heads would latch forward to spit acidic venom, aiming for eyes mouth, and precious open pores of his nose. If contact with the blood stream is made, the poison will seep in and interfere with Stali's oxygen supply, causing excruciating pain and eventual asphyxiation over the course of an average twenty hours.

There was a glitter of black within those eyes just as the strike was made. In the next instant her eyes were like solid black mirrors reflecting back, not something to fall into, but something to show Stali the truth. He would see himself in those eyes, a miniature reflection perfect in every detail like a black cameo. Then the image split, doubling, tripling.

Did she come here often?

A throaty chuckle so unlike the Darth would come bubbling forth from the apparent mute. And a voice would slam into him then.

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P̪̣ͅṟ̠̫̞̞͙̥e̩̹ci͙̞ǫu͏͙̗̙s̖̯̟,̝ ͔̗͓̞̫ ̱̗I̠͔̯̘͇̟̙ ҉̺͈̣̭̯͉̙a̯̼͇̪͞m̳̮̳̺͕ ̪̻͞ḙ̬͓̭͍v͓̭̭͉͕͞e̱͙̞r̤̘̟͍͔̞y̶̫͕̲̜ͅwh͏e͍̲̮r̴̭͓̖̪̘e̡͇̙.̫​

 

[Keanu Shan]

Location: Space
Objective: engage enemy fleet.
Allies: [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], [member="Sressechka"], @Camillia Swift
Foes: [member="Darth Arcanix"], [member="Melakoth Tyrin"]
"Im not sure thats a good idea [member="Sressechka"].... I dont have any missiles, besides there is a large fighter fleet between us and them. How about..." He paused noticing the Adamant on a collision course with the "Immortal" he stared open mouth "what was happening? was the bridge down, all those people. "Negative, Negative DO NOT engage the "Immortal" , the Adamant is on a collision course. stay clear...it could get nasty." he pulled back on the stick and changed course to instead engage the enemy fighters, yawing back and for erratically.

 

[The Hound]

Location: En Route Ahto City Proper - Ahto City South

Objective: Objective Number One - bLAST ball of Kinetite on blast door numero DOS!

Allies: Beta Team - [member="Darth Elecebra"] | [member="Xilo Gale"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | Vaermina | [member="Selka Ventus"] Dralshy'a [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Viktor Romanov"] [member="Darth Layil"] [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]


Foes: Republic/Jedi | [member="James Mathison"] | [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Qun Vell"] [member="Tracyn"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"]

"Yes, show your strength slaughtering peons."

The voice came from behind the man clad in iron, a true knight in shining armor, though who he had come here to save this time was not up for question. His charge was behind the cave in, the Vessel. His eyes narrowing he raised his hand and pushed. Pushed with the Force, his intent unclear. Had he meant it as an attack? An act of aggression against the large man? Or was it meant to blow the rubble away to get in to whatever lay within. Regardless, he was in the way.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Location: Ahto City East Streets

Objective: Steal and Rob Kolto
In Progress:
Secure Rift - (Contested between Selkath forces and Sith Seatrooper/Vong)
Sending Resurrected Horde to Generators
Allies:
Objective 2
[member="Darth Elecebra"] [member="Viktor Romanov"] [member="Darth Layil"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Xilo Gale"] [member="Vaermina"] [member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Yusan Fenn"] [member="Darth Vivaldi"] [member="Lisa Ticon"]
Objective 1
[member="Darth Carach"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Xhexania"] [member="Khallesh "][member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Bellona Vel"] [member="Invicta Zambrano"] [member="Darth Nephthys"]

Foes: Republic/Jedi

~Eastern Streets~

Balaya was still heading towards the generator, with Yusan staying to deal with the padawan she took an interest now seeing the horde move forward towards the eastern generators. There were reports coming to her datapad and Balaya kept walking, observing and feeling it before she stopped letting the graug and massassi stand still, her riders blackblade observing as the horde shambled forward. There was a jedi running and getting attacked. [member="Whisps"] was in her line of sight as she stood tall and looked over them. "I suggest you surrender." The zeltron removed the hood from her head letting the mane of fiery red hair show with her purple eyes and pink skin.

The veins pulsing black from the magic still coursing through her body as she moved. The generators were the goal and in sight before she was raising a hand. The fingers touching together in the indication while the creatures remained moving around. The horde going for the generator but the graug with their blades and chainsaw rifle, the massassi with sabers and the soldiers were ready. "I snap you die, choose jedi." She looked at the vong @[member="Khallesh"] speaking. "How many are at the generator?" She would not deny the vong its prize but reports should be timely.

~Republic Embassy~

The ground commander continued to work and look over what they had, reports were filing in and while the heat of the battle was going no one had noticed the sith in the republic systems. They were sending what information they got to the ship in case and sith intelligence for themt o look over. The reinforcements called to go after the rift were coming to join Vivaldi and Nephs soldiers. Fenns, Tsolans and the ones from sector five were there, Hion's darkwater security were not communicating and in unknown status while she was moving. Hands dancing over the controls again looking at the warehouse Elara had found for them to use.

They were the real prize and looking over what they could get she was speaking. "Get them running and reset, we'll program one if we have to and use it, the others we'll take to Coruscant and take the time to work on." There were some plans but recovering titan's was a gift in its own right. She wouldn't pass the chance up to give them to Krayt or Titan industries to replicate for the One Sith military. Given the advancements they had they might be able to make stronger more common versions to bring about and attack with. She was sending more of the forces to secure a path through the streets and clearing a ship.

~Warehouse~

Elara was looking at the machines, the order to activate and work on one while securing the second for the sith was disappointing as she shouted. "Pack it up, get the sleds and get it to the docking bays. Load that beast up for the engineers. We'll going to be sending one it." She moved over and looked at the sector five mechanic, that gearhead was many things but she knew what to do and with the vong drop groups that had assaulted that republic computer well they were working on breaking into now that the main cyber security had vanished. That was a good thing, it meant their work in both locations wouldn't be as noticed.

"Hurry up and start getting it back to factory defaults, we'll teach it to fight the republic on the way towards them and to ignore us." The gearhead gave a nod as the computer started, the datapad going along a percentage bar to twelve percent and slowly climbing but it would take time. Which meant they needed and had the chance to finish working on the titan on the sled. Now opening the doors with the horde between them and the Republic, the path towards the city not clear but she was motioning the team to start going while they would oversee and activate the Titan. Main controls being tied to the datapad for her master.

~On the Surface~ [member="Selka Ventus"] [member="Vaudin Miir"] (for ease of finding)

The commander was looking, the troopers were being sent into the rift, their swimmers engaging the enemy ships but the standard model AT-AT swimmer was made for defending itself and not engaging in warfare like this, what they were relying on troops and the fight had her adjusting. From the ship while listening to other reports. "Focus on the clusters and use sonic weapons when they can have the most effect. Harpoons at the ready and the vong troopers will be working double time. Keep the progenitor secured." She didn't know what Selka was doing as the creature was secured and not many were in there with it.

Then she saw the troopers from [member="Darth Nephthys"] as they were coming and had a grin on her face. They had gotten the battle lord to the surface with her squad as the one grabbed a selkath launching him into a section of sharks. The battle lord lept up onto the hovering ship while she held her hand out directing several of the soldiers. A selkath scratching her as the wound appeared on the soldiers face in the group taking aim startled the fish for a moment. The cut wasn't deep just on the surface before a stab came. She was moving more before speaking with her voice coming out gravely. "Resume the assault commander."

 

[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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PlowOY4eBaw​

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While the Twi'lek, apparently named Trish, fell with a cry with her legs literally taken out from under her, Mordecai took advantage of the opportunity to attempt to maneuver in his heavy armor. The Kraetos groaned in delight as its twin heads lurched out, eyeing the prey that the younger Zambrano had just brought them. Both amphistaves spat venom at the dying woman before tearing into her soft, blue flesh as if it were mere flimsi. Her cries of agony were quickly silenced once an amphistaff tore out her throat with a gurgle.

"Recover," Mordecai snarled at them, "Now."

Their unblinking yellow eyes shifted over without hesitation and locked themselves onto the floor, hardening into their spear-like forms to help prop the shield up as if it were a kickstand while the tank of the One Sith slowly rose to his feet. The Dragon Lord's fleeting glance had not even spotted the saberstaff flying upwards at the Yorik Coral and his crimson gaze scoured the area for his foes amidst the smoke and dying embers of his previous wake.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: The Genjix
Objective: Fight the Republic fleet
Allies: [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Melakoth Tyrin"] [member="Sophie Gustav"]
Enemies: [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] [member="Camellia Swift"]

Scowling, Taeli ordered another barrage on the diving flak frigate and the orders were carried out immediately. That was when she sensed a stirring in the Force, something had happened on the surface, something that was catching her attention and demanding her to address it.

"Commander, you have command until I return, but I shall have a comlink connected to the bridge at all times," Taeli said, sweeping from the bridge. "Sophie, something has happened on the surface, we shall be descending in a pod now."

As she left, the commander of the Genjix ordered a slight pitch to the vessel to fire everything at the read section of the flak frigate, including another hypervelocity cannon shot aimed directly at their engines. Moving through the ship with her apprentice, she reached the escape pods as they were the only way to deploy to the surface since the Dark Blade had no hanger of its own. A problem that would need to be addressed another time.

Jettisoning the escape pod, she could see the space battle raging and the cruiser from the picket fleet heading right for the engines of the Immortal. Following her senses, she headed towards Ahto City, towards a disturbance in the Force that symbolized, unbeknownst to her, the Jedi called [member="VlPER"]

Summary:
Continued full bombardment on the Flak Frigate by the Genjix
Taeli is deploying to the surface to investigate something, will still control the NPC commander on the Genjix as per Objective 3

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Location: The Genjix
Objective: Fight the Republic fleet
Allies: Mordecai Zambrano Alicia Drey Melakoth Tyrin [member="Darth Arcanix"]
Enemies: @Friedrich Zambrano Camellia Swift

Being so caught up in the heat of battle Sophie didn't realize that her master had spoken to her until a moment later. Seeing ships exploding and hearing all the reports of great victories and small defeats, and the number of casualites thrown into the mix. All of it was understanable in war but for Sophie this was like being at the mouth of hell and seeing all the torments that awaited. Explosions that rattles ships and now that thier's was in danger of destruction.

When she had snapped to reality, her master calling for her to follow, Sophie hurried after her before catching up and joining her in the pod. She didn't ask questions. She just hoped that being on the surface might mean a chance for more direct action than following orders and given them to the comm units on the ship.

 

[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"] [member="Kian Karr"] Jedi/Republic

Xilo looked at the back of the jedi's head as he began to pull the trigger joy and satisfaction filling him as he had finally defeated his enemy, but then out of nowhere a invisible force came out of nowhere beginning to push his aim off. There was no way the jedi before him was doing it so using the force that had pushed his weapon Xilo cartwheeled and landed upon his feet a small distance away from Varus but still keeping the jedi in his sight. Not willing to let him escape for to long. Now seeing the second jedi that had arrived on the screen Xilo's smile slowly turned into a frown. The advantage had once again changed and this time it wasn't in the Sith's favor. "Why won't you jedi just die or leave?!" Xilo screamed.

Turning towards Varus no sympathy in his eyes, no enjoyment nothing but pure hate radiated in Xilo's eyes. He wanted death he had to even the odds as quickly as possible. Firing the sonic pistol at Varus as he tried to escape Xilo would spin quickly firing on the new jedi that had talked of letting them off. "There is no point in you even speaking scum." Xilo commented a spiteful tone oozing from between his lips. After firing the shot at the new jedi he'd turn back to Varus firing after the jedi.

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

LOCATION: Ahto City East
OBJECTIVE: 1; Avenge my Mistress
ALLIES: Sith, Team V: [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Invicta Zambrano"] (deceased)
ENEMIES: Republic, Jedi Order, [member="VlPER"]
MUSIC: Tracking Time by Citizen

She pulled the trigger. Several times, to be exact. Shells left the shotgun and flew at Viper. What? There was simply no time to see if he would let Invicta go completely. Just as she fired off the rounds the Jedi was pulling back, letting off a strong force push, preparing for another fight. Quite quickly Ire was shoved backwards. Years of honing her balance (AKA having a smuggler for a mother + living on the streets) let her slide instead of fall. But it was enough to distract her for the time being. Though she was still immersed in the Current, her Mistress was no longer disguised as a childe, not for anyone. That was alright though. Now she had a perfect chance to come in and-

Blood. So much blood.
In the midst of it all...
Her Empress...

SHE HAD FAILED. THE ONE HER LIFE WAS PLEDGED TO HAD FALLEN. INVICTA ZAMBRANO WAS DEAD. IRE'RAIN SEKAIRO STOOD THERE, SHOCKED, STARING AT THE CORPSE WITH WIDE EYES. HOW COULD THIS BE? HOW COULD SHE HAVE FAILED? THIS WAS UNACCEPTABLE. EVERYONE AT FAULT HAD TO BE PUNISHED. FIRST VIPER, THEN IRE HERSELF. YES. THAT WOULD WORK. THE WILL OF THE EMPEROR WOULD BE DONE!

Anger filled the woman to the brim. This man would pay. If she had her way he would be torn to shreds! His parts scattered all about the ocean! Only then would her heart find peace. Now she had to get to it... The man spoke, trying to get her to show herself. How... amusing. Did he really think that was going to work? Ire had honor, that was true, but he had just killed an unarmed combatant. Yes, she had done the same earlier, however the soldier had at least been given a chance. They had fought (briefly) without any weapons. She could have just decapitated him or thrust her blade into his stomach. Instead she had fought him hand-to-hand. Such was the Sekairo way. Killing those who hurt ones you cared about was also part of the Sekairo way.

How convenient.

Being drawn out by taunting was not on her to-do list. His words meant nothing. They were just noise- noise she was going to ignore. Quietly she had been moving, keeping to the darkest spots she could find, trying to get to a better position. Viper's flip had allowed her a short amount of time. This was good. Her shotgun had been temporarily abandoned, replaced with her two pistols. With a smirk she raised them, pointed them both at his upper body, and fired off all ten rounds. This was no time to play around.

 

[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 blade sliced through the Yorik-Coral, cutting through the cat-walk on one end and causing it to tilt to the side.

Lira watched it buckle, smiling slightly as it began to fall. The Saber-staff twirled back towards her, flying through the air until it snapped into her palm once again. She pulled on her lightwhip once again to tighten the bindings around his legs. The plasma sizzled and burned against the heavy armor, but it didn't cut through.

The armor was lightsaber resistant, and the lightwhip was low powered. There's no way it would cut through, but that wasn't the point.

Lira turned to the cat walk, deactivating her lightsaber and clipping it onto her belt and reaching out with the force. Yorik-Coral wasn't immune against the force, that much she knew. Invisible chains wrapped around the Catwalk, pulling it down to crash onto Mordecai.

 

[Beowoof]

Location: The fray around Immortal
Objective: Eliminate Vong fighters and survive atmospheric reentry
Allies: [member="Keanu Shan"]; [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]; [member="Camellia Swift"]; Republic people
Foes: Flakkers; friction

Blue Five's X-Wing fighter nosed upwards from the planet below, ascending to the stars as she skirted the edge of the battle and made a kilometers-long arc over the dorsal hull of Immortal. Watching from above, the twi'lek pilot grimly saluted the dedicated crew of Adamant. War had showed its hideous mandibles to her for the first time, and the thought of hundreds of brave souls ultimately snuffing out their own lives for the sakes of those on the surface below stole her breath. She had a choice to make. She was now far away from the brawl and could take her starfighter and run.

But she chose to carry on with her new plan after moments of utter silence. Her Blue Squadron wingmen had fallen off her tail to join Chatter in the frenzy. She was all alone. But she was a stunt pilot at heart--she had performed numerous death-defying acts for sport in her lifetime--so what did she have to fear this time?

Progressing through her lengthy maneuver, Sressechka's fighter began to angle back towards the planet below and highlighted the easily discernible biocraft on her targeting computer. With gravity on her side now, she would be able to dart towards the planet and immolate anything in her path without being caught by interceptors or picked off by flakkers.

The silence of the battle was surreal. As her starcraft's velocity continuously increased, the explosions and flashes of death magnified at an extreme rate--but nothing was heard apart from the quiet hum of the cockpit's life support systems. It was beyond eerie. There was no way to tell just how fast she was going without eying her scopes.

She passed several fighters upon reentry of the battle, their plasma and laser fire easily missing her ship by a mile, her speed much too quick for anyone to accurately aim at her. And as shards of molten metal tacitly zoomed behind her, she had all six Vong craft in her sights. All six proton torpedoes were ejected from the gills of her X-Wing at that moment, and then the moment was over. She was now hurtling into the lithosphere of Manaan with the biological starfighters disintegrated in her wake, and the faintest of vibrations could be heard as her fighter began to complain about random particles smacking into its shielding. She had done her part in saving friendly lives. Now she had to save her own.

"Republic flight control, this is Republic attack fighter Fairweather Friend, ID: Ackbar-Ysanne-Grievous Two-Nine-Nine-Eight Fisto. Performing atmospheric entry. Please stand by." The XJ-9 began to rattle as its rutian pilot pulled back gently on the yoke, easing her ship into a non-terminal reentry cant. She was so going to be in trouble.

"Also, don't shoot."

 

[VlPER]

Location: Ahto City - East
Objective: Line em' up, knock 'em down.
Allies: Republic / Jedi - [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
Enemies: Sith - [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"] (A force user is almost never unarmed) | [member="Darth Arcanix"]

Viper was just beginning to get a feel of where his target was when she let loose a barrage of weapons fire at him. Erecting a simple force barrier, the shots were stopped dead in their tracks as they harmlessly impacted his force defense. He could sense much anger in this one. Granted the Sith were just a pissy bunch in general....but she seemed to almost have a personal vendetta. Why would she be so furious with him specifically? It was then it dawned on him. Perhaps the woman he had just slain was important to her in some way. Surely she'd realize he had know choice in the situation with Invicta, and that he was forced to kill her or risk being killed himself. Though he then supposed that wouldn't be much of a comfort. Viper soon disappeared into thin air as he concealed himself from her senses as well. He could tell she still had much to learn. Still the fact she knew the basics of stealth was impressive for her current skill level.

A voice lingered on the air and would soon be detectable in her mind. It wasn't a feeling like someone trying to rip something out of her consciousness. It was a sad feeling. A feeling of regret. Ire'Rain Sekairo would feel the same emotions he felt that he allowed his previous adversary to feel. "I'm sorry your master left me know choice with the woman. You should know I tried to barter for her release. The last thing I wanted was to execute her. But alas, such is the way of your people. Sacrificing the lives of those around you for personal gain. No matter who they may be. It was a terrible waste of life. And though we may be enemies, also know the last I wish to do now is kill you as well." He fully expected her to ignore his words. Viper also suspected she would never believe the sincerity of his regret, even though it truly was genuine.

Was it possible to talk sense into someone like her? Could he make her see the truth behind the action? That it was the sole fault of her master, who's greed for personal gain and victory was so overpowering to him, he couldn't even spare enough compassion to save his own wife. Doubtful. Rage like that which resided in her heart at the moment could never be reasoned with. He'd be forced to take another young life. Why was it that these people couldn't just leave the people of the galaxy alone? Why did they insist on bringing death, when most beings desired life? It was a cruel sick religion, faith, creed or whatever that pushed people to become monsters like the Sith. And he'd never understand it. Or so he thought.

The tone in the voice that lingered in her mind took a noticeably new tone. It was no longer the regretful sensation she had felt a moment before. It was turning into a cold and dangerous feeling. The kind of feeling a person might feel when they no longer cared if they lived or died. Such was a scary feeling to those who had any sense as it meant they were dealing with someone who more than likely had nothing to lose. "Tell me, since you wish to battle so much, why do you cower behind a cloak of stealth and only try to engage me from behind? At least Invicta was brave enough to face me and not hide in the shadows. Or are you just like most Sith? A sick twisted bastard that let's other people die for you while you reap the power and glory. Is that why you didn't attack me while Invicta lay prostrate before me? Is that why you let her die!? Was it perhaps to simply get revenge after I killed her so your master would have reason to reward you? Or maybe you desired to take her place? Such is the way of the Sith right? You sicken me! Face me now coward! Let us both reveal ourselves. I will give you a fair chance to do what Invicta couldn't. You just better hope your master values you more than her if you fail."

The time he spent talking telepathically in her mind allowed him to slowly but surely deduce where she was. The tell tale sign of the force flowing through her veins were still visible for those that concentrated enough. "But first, we need to even the score a bit." He said ominously. Having slowly moved around to what he could feel was more or less behind her, he uncloaked himself. "Boo." And with that he dropped to the floor throwing a leg out to sweep her off her feet. As he rounded out the quick maneuver, he rose of and sent a force push to what he was hoping would be a hard smack to her face that would send her flying to the floor, especially if she jumped into the air to avoid his first strike and have nothing to support herself. Igniting his sabers once again, he charged her to take away the advantage of her guns...

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

LOCATION: Ahto City East
OBJECTIVE: 1; Beat this Guy
ALLIES: Sith, Team V: [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Invicta Zambrano"] (Deceased)
ENEMIES: Jedi, That Jerk [member="VlPER"] (Why'd Ya Kill the Queen)
MUSIC: The Scientist Cover by Boyce Avenue

Rule one of engagement: Never stay still. Unless, of course, you are planning an ambush. But Ire'Rain Sekairo had no hopes of that. No. All she wanted was to avenge her Master's wife. This fool had to perish! There was no way he would get away with taking her away. The apprentice would kill the Knight. She had to. However... Perhaps the title of acolyte didn't even fit her that well? It seemed... small for her. Not because of whatever ego she might have. Just her level of skill. Plenty of her time had been spent training, working, doing all sorts of things. Yet no one had requested she be promoted... their reasoning was rather sound. Despite her skill level, the girl had done little to help anyone other than Vornskr, and had disappeared for several years. It was only recently that she had returned to the spotlight. Since then she had fought a Gendai, lost her hand (and got a fancy replacement), assisted in the takedown of the remnants of an old Panathan Empire, and defeated many of the other Zambrano children. That wasn't enough for her. There was still much to be done. Far to much, really. Becoming a Master herself was one goal of hers. But it was surprisingly not top on her list.

As previously mentioned the top item was currently this:
Kill Viper. Avenge the Empress!

They both moved. Then the man spoke into her mind, trying to act like he hadn't had a choice. It was pathetic. She felt the need to respond, and so she did, angrily, in the same manner that he had: Via telepathy. "There is always a choice, you fool!" She would sound like she was shouting. This was more than a method of communication. Now she wasn't even trying to be subtle about it. When he had gone to speak to her, he had left a door open to his. Otherwise he wouldn't have been able to speak to her. Their thoughts were weakly linked. That had been his second mistake. His first was fairly obvious. For now she tried to distract him from her real goal... "You could have let her go! Knocked her out and let a medic take her away! There was no need to kill her!" Then. That was the moment she lashed out. Her words were lined with metaphoric poison, aiming to slash into his heart. All the while she launched a mental assault against his fortress. She summoned all of her prowess for this. Time for the Jedi to fall!

His mind was a castle. It was made of stones and bricks, built up strong, tall. Iron gates marked entryways scattered about, reflecting subtle sun rays and waves against the scenery. They did not dare betray all the things he had done wrong on that day, out of fear or out of spite, they showed no intentions giving in to this fight. At the center was surely his soul. Guarded more than Coruscant or Istanbul. But every castle has a weakness, a moment or lapse where their chances are bleakest. By the end of this day he'd know what defeat is! Their were fighters and siegers surrounding him, true Sith believers. A mighty army envisioned to tear down the walls. Catapults were launching flaming boulders at his city, alchemized monsters banging at the gates, beasts of impossible origins crashing into the walls. Cracks would have to start forming soon. Viper was going up against the rage of a Sekairo woman. One of the Epicanthix line, of all things. They were known for a ferocity unlike anything else. More importantly... they were known to be the most protective of their loved ones.

Which made his next words even more aggravating.

"I tried to stop you! You could have let her go! INSTEAD YOU CUT HER THROAT LIKE IT WAS THE BELLY OF A PIG WAITING FOR THE SLAUGHTER! I WAS GOING TO SAVE HER. YOU WILL PAY, YOU HONORLESS DOG!" Ire screeched the words into his head, holstering her weapons at the same time, then reaching for her lightsabers. When he mentioned evening the score she let her instincts kick in. Hard. The girl slid backwards, turning her body to the side as she did. A boo was heard as he swept at thin air. Hmph. His next attack was more successful, pushing her back several more feet. Once again her background (and nimble structure) helped her. She did not fall. But her focus was temporarily removed from assaulting his mind. The pressure would loosen, several of the horrible monsters her mind had summoned froze. They ceased their attacks on the representation of his mind, standing still, staring at the structure. It was silent for but a moment. Ire recovered, jumping into the air and to her right (Viper's left), aiming to stay out of his reach. "I am in the shadows because they are my home. This is a fight I must win. For Invicta. Would you not give everything to save your family? I am to late to save her- you have ended her existence before her time- but I can make sure you hurt no one else I care for."
TL;DR: Got pushed back, yelled at Viper while trying to crush his mind. Lots of castle/fortress metaphors and sad music.

 

[Qun Vell]

Location: Generator Room
Objective: Defeat Death Cataract
Allies: [member="Spark Finn"]
Foes: [member="Darth Carach"]

Electricity surged from Death Cataract's hand, but Qun continued forward, albeit while dropping his lighter on the ground to pick up his second saberstaff with his pair of left arms. His right saberstaff came up to block the lighting, which it did admirably but streaks and branches edged out to his hands on the saberstaff's hilt. Even through his drunkenness the pain was notable, causing Qun to grimace from the pain. An instinct kicked in to stop the lightning from trickling into his hands, but it wouldn't have lasted long under lighting of this power. There was no point in wasting energy.

While his right saberstaff remained in a defensive position in front of him he had closed the distance between them, and was now in comfortable saber range. The forward blade of his left saberstaff ignited with a snap-hiss and slashed at Cataract, aiming to slice at his arm between his elbow and his lightning-generating palm.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Location: Ahto South
Objective: Generators
Allies: [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Tracyn"] [member="Qun Vell"]
Enemies: [member="Vaermina"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Nephthys"]

Sarge lifted his head from the bodies arrayed around him, grey armor scorched in places where blaster fire had pegged him. "They attacked first." His response was deadpan, and then he put a shield up directly in front of himself. It was only as wide as he was, so the Push would go around him and hit whatever was behind him where he hadn't stopped it first. "You aren't here for me." He says suddenly.

No one would come after him alone. He knew his reputation; he accepted it for what it was.