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

[Sabena Shai]

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

As Trish’s screamed in agony during her last few, painful seconds of life, Sabena continued to focus on the catwalk. Thoughts that merely appeared to be doubt remained. Not once during these seemingly long seconds did Sabena blink. Her left hand, with its fingers curled and palm up toward the catwalk, began to shake. Sabena’s face tensed. Eyes squinted.

[member="Lira Dajenn"]’s saber staff sliced through the Yorik-Coral cat-walk. Sabena somehow predicted correctly that the catwalk would not fall. Yet at that sight, Sabena blinked just once and for a short moment. The curtains pulled back - thoughts that one might perceive as doubt vanished as if it was only imagined.

Acting according to her own agenda, Lira reached out and attempted to use the Force directly on the catwalk. [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] remained under it.

Regardless of whether or not the Force had impact on Yorik-Coral, Sabena already had a plan of her own. She violently jerked her left arm down. Her eyes shifted from the catwalk straight to Mordecai. A loud whoosh sound filled the air as Sabena exerted her own influence in the Force. She had been focusing on pulling off this maneuver ever since she noticed her comrade throw a saber staff at the catwalk - the tell of her flexing her left hand would have been enough of an indicator. Yet instead of attempting to directly influence the catwalk via the Force, she chose a different medium.

Telekinetically, Sabena chose to manipulate the air around the structurally insecure section of the catwalk.

The air pressure above the catwalk sharply increased - the mass of air itself being directed to the top of the catwalk itself and contained in all other directions by Sabena. It was a telekinetic struggle as the force subjected to catwalk in order to accelerate it toward the floor required four times the effort through the Force to produce than if Sabena had just directly acted on it. In addition, there was some air that would pass through slits on the catwalk. Yet, she need and would not maintain her efforts for long.

In effect, her actions would produce immediate results in speeding up the catwalk’s fall even quicker - making it faster than if Lira had just pulled it down by herself. Thus, it shortened the amount of time Mordecai had to react to this threat falling down on him.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Ahto City Proper - Ahto City South

Objective: Kill.

Allies: Beta Team - [member="Darth Nephthys"]

Foes: Republic/Jedi | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Qun Vell"] |

Two things happened at once. First Spark’s robot contraption suddenly malfunctioned, it wasn’t entirely too clear if Carach had messed with it, or if the cogs of the machine suddenly screeched to a halt. But the lightsaber circle removal-tool would have to be fixed, before it could continue to dig them to freedom.

In the meanwhile, two out of the five hydraheads reared their… well… heads and spit their venom in the general direction of Qun’s wounds. He’d probably be far too busy with trying to block the lightning and doing a counter-slash to even notice it at first.

If the venom made contact with his bloodstream it would seep in and interfere with the victim’s oxygen supply, causing agonizing pain and probably asphyxiation in the course of twenty hours. If nothing was done to stem the poison’s path, of course.

Carach’s left-hand sweeped in, crushgaunt managing to grab the hilt of the sabre-staff, augmented with the Force, cybernetics enhancing his strength approximately three times his normal strength… and still he only managed to redirect and slow the approach of the saber.

It started burning itself into the plate of his right-hand’s crab plate, the organic being shivering under the pain of the plasma scorching its skin. Carach utilized the crushgaunt, clamping down on the hilt in an attempt to break it in half.

 

[Qun Vell]

Location: South Hallway near Generator Room
Objective: Beat Sith lords and their many pets
Allies: [member="Spark Finn"]
Foes: [member="Darth Carach"]

The spit of the hydrastaff reached Qun's bloodstream, though the effects were notably negated. Qun was in pain, but the brunt of his nervous system wasn't responding fast enough to feel it. Asphyxiation over the course of twenty hours was an eternity in a battle where he might lose his head any second. And if he did notice that asphyxiation was happening Qun still had Breath Control to rely on to slow the process and buy him considerable time.

None of that really mattered though. What mattered was that Carach had tried to block his left slash with his left hand, crossing between them. That meant Cataract was blocking his other arm by reaching across his body. Freeing up his right arms to do whatever he wished. Qun deactivated his top blade and slashed the bottom blade of his right saber-staff downwards, into the gap of armor under the thighs of Vonduun Skerr Draxus. While that motion was in place his mouth spat out at Carach's face, likely drenching it in a mixture of whiskey and besalisk slobber. But mostly whiskey. If Carach continued to exert his vicegrip on Qun's left saberstaff it would snap in half, though they would still be perfectly usable. Just separate rather than together.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Ahto City Proper - Ahto City South

Objective: Kill.

Allies: Beta Team - [member="Darth Nephthys"]

Foes: Republic/Jedi | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Qun Vell"] |

An important lesson was learned that morning, never go out on a date with Qun Vell’s writer. He will take advantage of you and never even pay for dinner. One of the hydra’s lashed out, placing itself in the path of the slash, saberstaff hit hydra staff and with a groan one of the heads was incapacitated for the battle. Four more to go.

Carach wasn’t entirely sure why the Besalisk wasn’t rolling around in agony, such things ha-- the Sith Lord found out the moment the thing spat in his face. Pure alcohol with just the slightest hint of dribble mixed in his nostrils and mouth, it made the Voice stumble backwards and as he fell… he disappeared out of sight.

Perhaps not out of mind though.

The mind of an intoxicated being was a strange thing, its inhibitions were lowered, they were easier to mentally persuade, but harder to disconcern their actual thoughts. All fuzzy, mind all over the place, it reminded Carach of Siobhan’s creative-use of her own mind, in an attempt to stave-off his mental attacks, by simply spreading out her mind over the area, decentralized.

But just like then there was a problem with such a defense. It suggested that Darth Carach was interested in reading his opponent’s mind, that he wished to know their secrets, and neither was the case here.

Qun would stumble, blink and look around, trying to find his target. In the immediate vicinity he’d be able to see Neph struggling with his companion Jedi, but when he looked to his other side… he would suddenly see Spark Finn, a knife to her throat with the Sith Lord behind her.

Too far away to jump and do something, he could only watch.

Carach simply said. ‘Drop your weapons, or she dies.’

Qun probably wouldn’t be aware of the fact that this was all an illusion, all of this only happened in his own perspective, he wouldn’t even be aware of the fact that he was still facing the mouth of the tunnel from which the two Sith Lords had arrived.

In the meanwhile… Darth Carach settled his alcohol-burned eyes on the little technopath, probably still trying to fix the droid. He was still pretty much cloaked, with her White Current education she’d be aware that someone was using the power, but she wouldn’t be able to pin-point location.

Hell, being all busy with the droid, she might not even notice anyone was sneaking up on her.

 

[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"]


Xhexania matched her pace with the ailing Jedi as she listened to her words. The Jedi was seeking to convince, it seemed, Xhexania that the Sith were flawed in both their views and teachings. Xhexania believed that all mass forms of teaching bore the signs of flaws; unless one dedicated themselves to another's brand of teaching as she did with her Master's. The Sith were not perfect, they sought perfection and that was one of many differences that set them apart from their counterparts. The Jedi seemed to be content with their complacency. A mental shudder coursed through her when she thought of her befalling such a tragedy. But as the Jedi spoke, her words meant nothing to her except when the word 'evil' was mentioned. Xhexania did not believe she was evil even though some among her Order had openly embraced that concept.

"Evil is just a pointe of view, Jedi," she began while continuing to scan the area for danger. The wounded Jedi was like blood in the water and if another Sith appeared, the Jedi would be consumed. The Jedi had thanked her for saving her life but Xhexania did not truly save her life; this Jedi still had a purpose. She did, however, saw a chance to rid herself of another rival and cashed in. "If my actions and choices cast me in the light as evil then so be it. My time in this galaxy will not be squandered debating nor defending myself of being evil or not. Trivial matters are of no concern to me, just as my moral or physical boundaries. I am simply the sum of all my choices."

Raising an eyebrow at the Jedi's question in regards to her Master's thoughts on this current situation, Xhexania struggled to stifle a laugh. Her Master was not here dealing with this situation, she was. Perhaps her Master would have killed the Jedi but knowing what power her Master possessed, killing the Jedi would have been both a waste of time and a poor display of her abilities. "My Master may or may not approve that I have allowed you to live but she has taught me many things, Jedi. One such thing is that displaying power among the weak, such as you are now, is not a show of my strength but a glimpse of the weakness that is poison to me. Perhaps one day you could pose that very question to her. She is here on Manaan."

Another silence fell between them while they moved through the poorly lit corridors. From what Xhexania could surmise, there were not many choices of escaping this tomb laid out before them; the bombardment had seen to that. The few glimpses she caught of possible escape routes seemed to be nothing more than glorified hope. Two of the routes seemed promising but upon inspection the reports had not been to appealing. One route, it appeared, could have been their salvation but when Xhexania closely examined it, there seemed to be sparks and faint traces of spent energy cells in the air. Nodding her head in disgust, she backed away from the right-side entrance and they continued on.

Upon closer examination of the entryway the Jedi pointed out, Xhexania believed this could serve their purpose. She was ready to get out in the open, and by the Dark Side's approval, back into the battle. Her main objective had yet not been completed as far as she knew. "Rest? Now? Do you not know how to heal yourself through the Force," Xhexania inquired of the Jedi as she watched the Twi'lek sit on the floor. At any given moment another barrage could commence and this Jedi wanted to rest. Xhexania snarled, mainly to herself, and leaned against the wall waiting on the Jedi. "Are you done," Xhexania mocked once the Jedi completed her healing ritual.

Without waiting for the Jedi to rise to her feet, Xhexania began to move through the limited space, scrapping both her knees on two separate occasions in the process. The entryway, however, had been redecorated into a corridor of debris making what at first appeared to be a simple up and over into a crawl through darkness. Xhexania's eyes had adjusted quickly to the darkness and after what seemed like a lifetime saw that at the end was a lighted opening. Xhexania hastened her pace and said over her shoulder, "Hurry Jedi! I sense the unstablility of this corridor to be...." Her words ended abruptly as she exited and saw that she had entered a nest of Republic soldiers.

As they turned toward her, their blaster barrels moving to draw on her, she hissed and lept to her feet igniting her blade in the process...

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Location: Ahto City, Kolto Facility
Allies: [member="Kian Karr"] - [member="James Mathison"] - [member="Qae Shena"] - [member="Corvus Raaf"] - The Republic
Enemies: [member="Xilo Gale"] - [member="Viktor Romanov"] - One Sith
Objective 2: Hold the Kolto Facility

Pushing up from the ground, Varus propped up on both of his knees and clasped his hands together as Xilo fired on him. The sonic waves were powerful, but from a blaster it wouldn't likely have a lethal effect on it's target. The waves would easily incapacitate it's target, however, by stunning or shocking it if the waves were not interrupted or avoided. That's why, when the sonic blaster washed over Varus, he knelt there, unmoved and unaffected, the faint glimmer of a force barrier flashing in the darkness as the sonic waves scatters in all directions away from him, dissipating in the darkness. The second barrage of sonic waves were met with the same failure as before, and it wasn't until then that Varus reached down and picked up his saber from the metal floor in front of him and slowly stood.

"Because you're far away from home and not welcome here, Sith.", Varus said in reply, a stern look on his face as his cobalt eyes narrowed on Xilo only twenty or so feet across from him. "You thought you'd achieved a killing blow, but you were wrong. I will not meet my end by the hands of men like you.", Varus said as he ignited his saber and dashed at Xilo, using the force to enhance his speed so that he could be upon him in the blink of an eye.

Now Varus was the one pressing the pace, finally allowed the chance to pursue instead of being pursued by the two of his enemies. It was a welcome change of pace, considering the fact that he and Xilo had only been dueling for a short while before the cyborg had joined the party and began causing trouble for him.

As Varus reached Xilo he feigned and overhead, downward slash as if he intended to split him in two. His saber came down, but never connected as he used the darkness to his advantage and dashed to the right(Xilo's left), his form becoming a blur as he rushed past the Sith. As he passed Xilo he swept his lightsaber along behind him allowing it to tail in his wake. As he passed behind him Varus reached out and attempted to cut Xilo at the back of either of his legs, intent on severing tendons that would have been helping the Sith to remain standing.

 

[Keanu Shan]

Location: Orbit
Objective: Engage enemy fighters
Allies: [member="Sressechka"], [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], [member="Camellia Swift"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Arcanix"], [member="Melakoth Tyrin"]

The fighters groups clashed. Whirling, spinning, exploding, it was a confusing tangle of death, and yet Keanu loved it. True he was afraid, he wouldn't deny that, but there wasn't any reason to give in to the fear, in-fact if he did he would die. Combat, and dog-fighting in particular, has such an immediacy to it, all you can do is focus on the task at hand, there isn't much time for outside thought.

Keanu decided that in his ships current dilapidated state he would employ high energy dogfight tactics, keeping the throttle open he was making high speed runs through the fur-ball sweeping out in large fast curves and coming back around and repeating the process. This was useful agaisnt any of those fighters who were on the edges of the fight. On his third pass, Keanu picked up a follower. The enemy fighter began closing the gap rapidly as it was much faster and more maneuverable. The enemy fighter began firing closing in on his wounded prey. "This is "Chatter" I picked up a tail here, I cant shake him!" he put his craft into as series of spins and rolls to delay the pilot getting a lock, but it was just delaying the inevitable. "come on I could use some help here!" he dove for the atmosphere throttle to the stops his two remaining engines screaming in protest. The fighter closed in again and opened fire, he was taking minor hits near misses. Then a blast; he felt and heard a tearing sound, looking voer at his left wing he saw the whole assembly wings, engine and all come tearing off. Immediately the ship tumbled out of control. Now he was spinning in earnest. He locked his eyes on his instruments trying to avoid the disorientating effect of spinning so fast. His ship was on fire, out of control. It was disintegrating as he plunged through the ionosphere. Now the Gravity generator was down and he was getting the full G-forces of the spin. Before going unconscious he laboriously raised his hand fighting the G's, he grabbed hold of the eject lever and pulled. Darkness......

Summary: Keanu has been shot down and ejected in the upper atmosphere.

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Silk Facility
Objective: Learn that there is nothing to fear but fear itself!
Allies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"]
Enemies: [member="Xilo Gale"] - [member="Viktor Romanov"]

When the Sith before him ([member="Viktor Romanov"]) spoke, Kian realized the man was likely a good deal robotic. A part of him wondered if it ws injuries, or something far more sinister that had created the man before him. Kian wasn’t surprised that his request for surrender was turned down.

Before he could consider much more though, the Sith was advancing on him with a stab of his red blade at Kian’s chest. Kian wasn’t a fancy swordsman, he wasn’t a flourisher like a makashi user or an acrobatic ninja-like ataru user. No, Kian was a Shien user, the variant of Form V that relied more on counter-punching than on brute strength, and Kian’s variant of it was based on simplicity. He had found in his years of fighting that simple worked best.

When the blade came in Kian opted to move and block at the same time, stepping to his right he brought his blade across in a vertical block of the attack. Kian wasn’t expecting the other blade that also came in at his chest, but luckily in this instance he didn’t need to. His blade was already before him and he quickly dropped the blade down, reversing its direction and turning the other attack way….though the blade was a bit closer to hitting home then Kian would have liked to admit. He would have to keep an eye on this opponent, he was crafty.
Before Kian could press the assault however, he felt the attack coming from the other Sith ([member="Xilo Gale"]) and extended one of his hands outward, erecting a force barrier to push the sonic attacks aside. For good measure and to protect himself from an immediate counter attack, Kian shoved out with his other hand, throwing a blast of telekinetic energy at his immediate opponent ([member="Viktor Romanov"]). Kian would follow the Sith forward, assuming the blast sent him back, and follow up the force attack with a slash of his yellow saber, aiming to destroy the Sith’s lightsaber hilt.

 

[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

FOES: Team H [NORTH]

• [member="Xhexania"] | DUEL

Music:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=qgll-igYqKc
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It was apparent to Sera that what she had said made little, if any difference to Xhexania, as her words were more or less batted away as nothing short of ignorant blindness. Perhaps it was the manner in which both of them spent their childhoods, or simply who discovered their abilities and exploited each of them differently. Perhaps it was nothing short of blind luck that they were both on opposite sides of the fence. Frankly it didn't matter much, they were both still alive, and to Sera, that was as much of a win for her as she could have hoped for today. "Our discussion about the politics of both the Sith and the Jedi will remain buried down here, all I am asking for you to consider is whether your choices reflect your own deep beliefs. To have trust in your peers is important. Betrayal from anyone and everyone at any time is not something I would like to constantly remind myself of. For what it is worth, I am sorry for your suffering earlier in life, and if things had been different, maybe we wouldn't be standing on opposed here now."

Xhexania's answer regarding her master's approval interested her, and so she opted to pose one last idea to the human. "Refraining from displaying one's own power in the face of the weak is a round-a-bout way of saying that you still hold some bit of compassion. We're not so different, we're only standing on opposite sides of the line. No matter how you reason sparing my life, in the end it was no different than my reason not to kill you." Sera let out a light laugh, teasing the Sith girl as she placed her hand on Xhexania's shoulder for a brief moment. "I'm sure your master will be dead long before I ever have an opportunity to ask that question. I only wonder if it will be by your own hand, or by another's."

While Sera sat tending to herself, the impatience in Xhexania was growing, seeing her way out. "Yes. Rest, now. I am not a healer, I could do some bit of mending I suppose, if I wanted to expend more needless energy, or I could simply do what I am going to do." She then finished with her impromptu medical procedure. "I'm done, yes. Let's go." Sera knew she was being insulted, but simply let it go, what good would it do to argue anymore? As she stood, the Sith slid into the tiny pathway toward the lighted exit, and she climbed in behind her. She snickered as she whispered toward Xhexania, "You know, if I weren't a-" She laughed at the idea of what she was about to say, "weak goody-goody Jedi, I could skewer you from back here. Sith-On-A-Stick." Sera giggled, more so than she probably should have at such a petty joke.

Following behind the Sith, she heard the shouting of commands, surprise of familiar voices, and the snap-hiss of Xhexania's lightsaber. She hurried herself out of the tunnel and rose from the floor as quickly as her body allowed her to. The company of soldiers had already surrounded and focused their weapons on Xhexania, barking commands for her to surrender. This is bad.... Sera moved in front of Xhexania and shouted toward the small army gathered, "Stand down! I am Seraphina Shel'tah, Jedi of the Galactic Republic! Hold your fire!" She turned her head to glance behind her at Xhexania, whispering a quick plea, "Please, for the love of all things, lower your blade. I will get you out of here, but you have to sheathe that red demon..."

 

[VlPER]

Location: Ahto City - East
Objective: Stay alive, buy time for reinforcements to arrive?
Allies: Republic / Jedi - [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
Enemies: Sith - [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"] (Talking morality with a Sith. How....amusing)

Viper had to quell a laugh of disbelief. Was she serious? Having discovered her ability at illusion, which even he had to give credit for was quite good, he was now better prepared to combat the effects. Though it was drawing more of his precious energy reserves. "My family?" The voice returned to her consciousness though in a much more subdued way. His frustration with the lunacy and backward thinking of the Sith were becoming apparent though. After a disgusted quick laugh, he continued. "You know nothing! My whole family was slaughtered by people just like you. People who come to worlds not there own and try and take what is not theirs by force. And you speak of honor as though you have an ounce of it. Meanwhile you skulk in the shadows and try to execute me from behind in your own fashion! As you and yours can't seem to ever be happy living in peace, I would see every last one of your kind slaughtered if it meant worlds would finally be safe from the reckless need for power that you Sith possess. As for your master's wife. Are you so disillusioned in your service that you cannot see the situation? Look around you Sith! Do you see a medic anywhere!? And if you people had not decided to attack this peaceful planet, she would still be alive. Forgive me, but unlike your master, I don't keep pawns around me to do my every bidding. I don't have orderlies standing by to take away prisoners. My only ally is fighting your master as I try and hold off your cowardly attempts to assassinate me. Meanwhile your forces press ever closer to the door behind us to sink a city and wipe out who knows how many more innocent wives, husbands, sons, and daughters."

"So perhaps you should take a good long look in the mirror you little guttersnipe. I was here for a celebration between friends and allies. It was you and your lot that brought death and destruction." He paused for a moment as he did note the grief that lay within her words. "I will say it is sad though that your master does not share the same devotion to save family at all cost as you seem too. If he had, he would have taken me up on my offer to spare her life. Which was the first thing I tried to do after defeating her if you had been paying attention. Perhaps you should be angry at your master, hmm?" If it was to be a battle of wills, he wondered how she'd react to his words. Every word was truth, though Viper very much doubted she would believe any of it. Somehow they always seemed to think they were the victims. Like they had a right to barge in on other peoples homes and then be upset when those people fought back. Even if he died here today, just maybe his seed of truth at the glaring difference in ideology she had with her master would take on some life and get her to see her loyalty was wasted on his hypocrisy. It was almost a non existent hope, but he did hope that if he failed to stop her, that someday she could see what he was trying to say.

His eyes began to look around at the futility of what they were trying to do. Was Master Grayson even still alive? He hadn't felt the sting of her departure into the force. Had she already gone through with her attempt to surrender and vainly hope it would stop the attack? He really hoped she hadn't. He didn't have the luxury to look though. Viper had to focus on his opponent and her refusal to actually fight. Perhaps she needed an additional push. Deactivating his sabers, he reached out and pulled Invicta's swords to his hands. "Hmm. How interesting would it be if you died by her swords?" Now it came to it, he wondered if she'd finally find the gumption to fight now that he had his hands on her family's(?) weapons.

He hoped so. Viper didn't have the luxury of time as he fended off her continuing attempts to dominate his mind. He was growing tired, and this pointless debate of morality in the middle of a battle was wearisome.

TL;DR Essentially just responded, and picked up Invicta's swords.

 

[Vrag]

LOCATION: Ahto City proper - West [at the second blast doors]
OBJECTIVES:

• break through the blast doors
• assist Team H
• destroy hyper-buoyancy generator

ALLIES: Team R [ [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] ] The One Sith
ENEMIES: [member="Spark Finn"] [ the Republic in the generator room ]

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A powerful explosion shook the whole complex that housed the generator, and Vrag wondered if that was one of their teams with a successful break-through. A moment later the wailing of metal drew her attention to her more immediate surroundings and she had only her Force-quickened reflexes to thank for avoiding that particular disaster. The turret her Sith Lord companion had been twisting with the power of her mind had finally given up on its pitiful existence, but insisted — like so many infuriating 'Pubs — on going out in a blaze of glory. Quite literally, in fact.

Her timely dodge had saved them both from the brunt of the damage, but some of the nearest zombies and Vong hadn't been so lucky. Vrag frowned at the charred entrails and flesh that lay splattered across the corridor, thankful that the smell couldn't reach her nostrils through her helmet. A quick glance at the Sith at her side showed that the other woman hadn't been quite so lucky, as her skin was looking increasingly paler by the second. Then again, the pallor might have been due to the not-so-insignificant detail of her missing arm.

How the hell do humans even survive? Vrag wondered angrily, unwilling to let her Force shield slip into death, or even worse, unconsciousness; if the petite woman blacked out she'd be saddled with useless dead weight, and the firrerreo wasn't quite Sith enough to abandon the human while she was still alive. Groaning with frustration Vrag rummaged around her utility belt until she fished out an ominous syringe. Before her companion had the chance to protest she stabbed it into her thigh, quickly explaining it was a stim package so that the woman wouldn't Force push her into the abyss below.

With the Sith Lord stabilized Vrag was free to focus on their goal again, and her mood lightened a bit when she noticed that the explosion of the turret had torn the hole in the blast door big enough for the first troops to start pouring through. Finally, she thought with no small amount of satisfaction, but before she could move towards the opening her comm. link crackled in her ear. The Sith startled at the sound; the line had been dead for so long that she had completely forgotten it was there. Her attention shifted when the slightly garbled voice of [member="Ludolf Vaas"] came through, informing her of their assault from the North side. The news brought a small smile to her lips, but the expression disappeared almost as quickly as it had come when explosions sounded off through the link. A quick situation update followed, letting Vrag know that the northern bridge was out.

Well, damn. And just when this mess was looking up, the Sith lamented internally and summarized the whole clusterkark to her companion. "You think we can go assist North from behind?" she shouted over the sounds of Republic soldiers and Yuuzhan Vong killing each-other in ever more creating ways.

Spoiler: OOC:

Sorry for the length, but I'm probably gonna be less active in the upcoming days.

Spoiler: TL:DR

• Second door in West blasted open enough for troops to come through, but not for a full-on frontal assault
• Only one active turret remains in West

 

[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 kept his eyes on the Jedi as he used the shield to block the sonic rounds. Taking a note on what the jedi could do Xilo smiled. All he was doing was adding to the list of things that Xilo was learning. He saw out his periphreal vision how the master jedi that had arrived simply threw up a shield blocking the sonic round as well. It was quite a shame actually. Xilo hadn't used one force power or the force at all throughout the whole fight but these two seemed to rely on it. And jedi had the nerve to say the Sith did nothing but use the force. He obliged the jedi by listening to his speech even though he knew by now the Sith had secured all the Kolto they needed. There honestly was no point to continue on here.

"Blah blah blah. Lightside wins. To bad we already have what we want." Xilo said rocking his head back and forth with a obvious rolling of his eyes at the jedi. So when the jedi came with the downward strike Xilo was shocked that he had yet to realize that Xilo acted rather than reacted. It should've been obvious from when he willingly let the laser cut off his own arm. So jumping forward body curved Xilo had planned on tackling the jedi but the jedi had blurred away. His movement to tackle the jedi threw him outside the reach of the strike aimed for his tendons so when he hit the ground Xilo rolled to his feet following the blur that the lightsaber the jedi used left behind before taking aim and firing ahead of the jedi's trajectory knowing where he would be moving and given that he was already moving at an incredible speed it should be near impossible to stop or even throw up another shield to block the attack.

 

[Beowoof]

Location: Manaan's mesosphere
Objective: Help rescue [member="Keanu Shan"]
Allies: Whoever is in the vicinity and not shooting
Foes: Speed; friction

Gradually leveling off, Sressechka had managed to save herself from being cremated early. Her X-Wing was now gliding down at a lazy twenty-degree angle relative to the point of the surface below. So far, she had not been met with any hostility, so Republic control had either verified her allegiance or were currently overwhelmed and of no use. Even as her fighter buckled against its new resistance in a matter-filled zone, everything still felt too quiet. "Anybody home?" she asked to herself.

A smoldering meteorite of a rather artificial variety slashed down through the hazy reaches of the atmosphere, not too far away from her ship. It was sobering to note, though a distress beacon had been engaged very near her, signifying a likely successful ejection by the pilot of the incinerated X-Wing. The rutian twi'lek scanned the space above to find where the defeated pilot may be. Veering towards the lighted point on her scopes, Blue Five detected the smallest of specks falling to the ground kilometers beneath. A second later, and she had passed underneath the man and zoomed on by. "Bailed pilot spotted at 29,50,32.14; 75,43,19.03, at 23km. Performing savior protocol. Please send help."

She began to circle around the dropping pilot, eyes peeled for incoming craft or debris. "Gonna be A-OK, buddy." She tried to convince herself of that. Hopefully he was not on target to land on ground controlled by the enemy attackers.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Location: Ahto North
Objective: 1
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Carl Weathers [member="Slate Estrada"]

By the time Overlord Vaas noticed the ends of the bridge exploding, it was too late for him to turn back completely. The remnants of the Republic forces under [member="Slate Estrada"] were demolishing the bridge. As the bridge came down, it took about fifty or so of the men Vaas had taken with him across the bridge down with it, including the Overlord himself in his H-MAT walker. His walker's tough armor shielded him from the explosions, absorbing the damage, and all he could do was brace himself as much as possible for the impact on the water below, and keep his finger primed on the eject button. As soon as he felt the walker's hard impact against the water, Vaas pressed it. He shot out of his crumbling mech, soon finding himself in the water below the bridge.

His breastplate would have to come off, lest he sink to the bottom. Quickly removing it, it was all Ludolf could do to swiftly swim for the walkways above, surrounded by the carnage of flames dying amidst the water, debris everywhere. A pile of debris from the bridge was just high enough for him to climb it, dragging his soggy body up and back onto the city above. While he climbed, he assessed his injuries. His left shoulder had been cut during the ejection from the walker, but it was not serious. He had lost his breastplate armor, but his weapons were still intact. Meanwhile, he saw Estrada's dropships overhead.

The Overlord pulled out his soggy communicator. "Don't let those dropships land," He told his men. The Blackblade Guard he had positioned on rooftops, armed with anti-aircraft cannon fire, then targeted Slate's dropships and sent a barrage of missile fire at them as they attempted to land.

Meanwhile, Ludolf began heading towards the West side of the generator. He needed to find another way in at all costs.

 

[Kana Truden]

LOCATION: AHTO - WEST
OBJECTIVE:

• 
  Fight [member="Reverance"] (as discussed)
  
• 
  Break and enter
  
• 
  Defend the Generators
  

ALLIES:
The Galactic Republic - TEAM DELTA: [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] | [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] | [member="Korsan Rung"]

ENEMIES:
The One Sith - TEAM R: [member="Reverance"] (1v1) | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] | [member="Nick Gamastar"]

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It had worked. The pain in her shoulder set itself aside and she could breathe easier again. However, the calm didn’t last for long as she still managed to mess up. In what felt like time stopping to a crawl her eyes widened in surprise. Her sight set on her opponent’s arm and in a desperate move she tried to pull her own arm back.

The daunting sound of impact on flesh was closely followed by a snapping noise. Kana’s hand opened wide and her saber extinguished itself as it got flung away from her. It was her second hit, a devastating hit and one that could prove the most lethal. Her left arm reached up and grasped her broken forearm. Eyes shut in pain and a prolonged grunt of pain escaped her.

It burned. The insides of her arms burned but she had to keep going. Things were looking bad but a jedi never surrendered; Kana never surrendered. Her role in this tango had been submissive and uncertain but she could still take pride in that she was not dead. How long such thoughts - or any thought for that matter - would last was up in the air.

Her left hand reached out for her saber and with the force as her ally it made way for her hand. The hilt took it's uncomfortable seat in her left hand and she cursed herself for not practicing ambidexterity more than she should have. Her right arm dangled like the dead and paining limb it was as she set off a quick jab for her opponent’s left knee. Her inexperience with said hand broadcasted itself in the lack of strength behind the strike.

Panic would soon insert itself into the equation.

 

[Viktor Romanov]

Location: Kolto Facility
Objective 2: Destroy, then improve.
Allies: [member=Xilo Gale]
Enemies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"], [member="Kian Karr"]

Viktor had been sent flying by the Jedi's powerful force telekinesis, he was obviously a Jedi of higher caliber. Viktor activated spikes in the bottom of his shoes managed to catch the ground, but the force had still thrown his top forward and he was unable to stop himself very much. Then the jedi came, lightsaber glowing in his hands. Viktor was barely able to cross his arms in time, but somehow he managedto do just that.

He stood defiantly against the Jedi's attack, carefully timing the strike. Viktor activated his new Second Skin, as it quickly formed around his forearms to deflect the incoming Jedi's slash. The second skin quickly caught the Jedi's blade, nestling it in between the middle of his forearms. The strike was successfully deflected, but it had cut significantly into Viktor's right forearms' second skin. Viktor laughed as the Jedi stood before him.

Viktor let out a cruel, mechanical laugh as the jedi stood before him. "Is this all you Jedi can do." Then Viktor threw the Jedi's lightsaber back into the darkness and lead with his own strike. He attempted to impale the Kel Dor jedi through his right forearm to make sure his fighting would not be as strong, for there was where Viktor would lose. Then he kicked the Jedi to send him backwards with his spiked shoes.

 

[Avalore Eden]

Location: Ahto City Library
Objective: ...o_o
Allies: The Galactic Republic, [member="Hal Terrano"]
Enemies: The One Sith, feeeEEEEEeeeeellings woo woo wooooo.
WARNING: HERE BE USUALLY SLOWER POSTERS

"Because...

Because..."


Avalore was nearing the entrance, the doors standing agape and giving her a clear visual of the chaos beyond. It made her stomach churn, her veins tighten, her feet grow heavy. She didn't want to face the danger out there alone because she knew she wasn't made of the right stuff to do so. She wasn't powerful, she wasn't strong, she wasn't courageous. Hal, Marcello, Ryan, Stali, hell - Corvus, Kiskla. Those were the people who belonged out there.

Those were the people who wore the name Jedi properly.

Maybe Avalore wasn't such a good Jedi after all.

Brow tightening, the Healer had just reached the doors when-

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, DAMNIT!" came bellowing after her like an angry wind. She physically flinched at it and paused at the barrier between the stillness of the library and the mayhem of war outside.

Too many thoughts circled her mind that would only cause further, unnecessary drama. She thought of Corellia, she thought of her pregnancy, of the birth of her child and the moments of giving her away. She thought of Ossus and it's sprawling jungles, of those firelit eyes belonging to [member="Meeristali Peradun"]. She thought of Hal's mark of darkness and their long and painful trip across the stars.

Everyone I've ever loved has ended up dead.

I can't love you right now, Hal Terrano. It's for your own good.

Dry lips parted as the smell of plasma and smoke filled her lungs, "Then help me!" she called back without looking back before pushing through the doorway and out onto the entrance steps, brown eyes taking in the scene. With a shivering breath she pressed forwards and down, towards a small gaggle of Republic military forces currently helping a wounded man off the street.

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Location: Ahto City, Kolto Facility
Allies: [member="Kian Karr"] - [member="James Mathison"] - [member="Qae Shena"] - [member="Corvus Raaf"] - The Republic
Enemies: [member="Xilo Gale"] - [member="Viktor Romanov"] - One Sith
Objective 2: Hold the Kolto Facility

Varus slowed his pace as he passed along behind another control panel in the room. There were a few of these panels that stood about ten feet high set up in front of the many rows of Kolto tanks that were typically manned and catered to by the workers that spent many hours there every day. Unfortunately, when their fight was through, the workers would have a lot of maintenance cut out for them when they came back around to working, but this was a side effect of war. It could not be helped, and as Varus passed behind the control panel he stopped and extinguished the violet light that had been emitted by his saber.

The force was calling to him in warning, but he hadn't understood why until he'd made it behind the control panel and a moment later it shook violently with the waves from the sonic weapon being employed by the Sith who seemed to have a bit of a crush on him. Laughing lightly at Xilo's words Varus whispered this time, allowing the force to carry his words through the darkness so that it would sound as if he were being heard from all sides of the man. Throwing his voice had been one of the first things he'd learned when he realized what that force was as a boy, and he still played games now and again.

"Yea, well... at least I don't have a grab bag of goodies I have to rely on to do my fighting for me. A couple thermal detonators, my lightsabers and my god given talent as a force user is all I need to best a man like you.", he said as he heard the sparks and clicks of electricity on the crushed and broken panel controls. He was biding his time as he slowly pass around from behind the panel and into the darkness, well aware that Xilo's eyes were just as restricted as his own without the force.

He could feel him, moving through the darkness after attacking him with those sonic waves of his, and he knew only one way to adequately fight such a tactic without utilizing barriers created by the force. He was going to have to employ quick attacks with his saber, igniting and disengaging it after each strike enable to become lost in the darkness again before Xilo could react. It's a tactic that he was well aware could work if he was careful, and quick, and as he found the man, lightly outlined in the darkness, his silver hair giving him away for certain when he was within reach. As he passed around behind Xilo, Varus took his saber in both hands. He then dashed at the man, swung the saber horizontally at the man's waist intent on splitting him in half if he wasn't quick enough, and after he'd completed his swing with the saber the violet light fled back into it's silver prison and he was gone, escaped into darkness.

 

[Qun Vell]

Location: South Hallway Preceding generator room.
Objective: Save 'Spark'!!!!
Allies: [member="Spark Finn"]
Foes: [member="Darth Carach"]

As Qun's right saberstaff hit a hydra head he continued to push it to the side, hoping to press through and bisect the man's legs but the Sith recoiled at the alcoholic spit in the face. Letting go of Qun's left saberstaff he stumbled backwards and . . . vanished. Qun moved his sabers into a defensive position, lowering his legs as he did so and ignited each blade he had as his eyes traveled around the room, looking for his opponent. It was at that moment he realized he was losing quite a bit of blood. He seemed to remember being cut earlier, but he shouldn't have been losing that much. Unless . . . his blood was thinner, flowing faster. Probably because of drunk. He didn't have forever in this fight.

Eventually his eyes reconnected to find Spark held at knife-point by some Sith Lord that snuck into the room with extraordinary speed and silence. If he was sober he might have questioned it, but instead he merely thought the Sith focused on stealth and force speed as a skillset. Cataract himself was still nowhere to be found, himself being invisible to Qun's eye. His voice though, echoed throughout the room. Or perhaps only Qun's mind. Either way, he didn't know the difference at this point.

"Drop your weapon or she dies."

And Qun had no choice but to comply. Defending the Republic and Ahto City was a noble goal, but Qun was not a man to place the many against the few. His goals against his friends. Still, he tried as hard as he could to find a way to preserve both. He remembered Shule's teaching, to listen to the Force, look for the faultines in a situation as he deactivated both lightsaber blades and raised his upper set of arms. Qun never actually figured that lesson out, could never see the faultines, break the coconut, but he listened to the Force now, hoping for a miracle as his legs lowered to the ground, to place the saberstaves on the floor.

In the end Qun couldn't find any faultlines, couldn't see the focal point of the situation, but he could feel that there was a Sith Lord, a Sith Lord in the room, and where Qun saw a Sith Lord. Whether that was because the Stealth Lord had snuck in and Cataract hid his signature, or because Cataract had been waiting there the entire time and changed his form he did not know. Couldn't have known. And the through didn't even really cross his mind. But Qun did the only thing he could with the Force as his saberstaves laid on the ground. Telekinetically he took the lighter he had dropped on the ground and threw it to meet the face of the Sith Lord, it igniting and hitting his face over the course of a split second. Whether it would only annoy the real or not real stealth lord or ignite the alcohol-soaked face of Death Cataract Qun didn't know, but his next action wouldn't change regardless. A strong Force Pull on 'Spark' to bring her towards him, and out of danger.

 

[Jsc]

Location: Alto City South
Objective: 1. Enter Generator Facility via blown South entrance. Next post tomorrow probs.
Allies: Pubs, None yet
Foes: Sith, None yet

Her drop pod hit the white ferrocrete with a chipper thud. Umph. Leveling an already obliterated surface. Knight Jhovna stepped out from the pod and onto the battlefield again. Her helm giving off a somber frown as she took in the sights and the sounds. Good grief. This side of town was already a quiet mess. Welp. At least her ex'vil would have an LZ. Silver lining, right?

Garbbed in titanium EVA and wielding a carbonite blast shield on her left arm alongside a disruptor pistol on her right. She felt downright silly. Yes. Silly. Ugh. Combat was such a fashion crime. Alas, last time her robes and rosy butt cheeks had not been enough to stop bullets, bugs, acid, or the toxic insults. Go figure. Time to graduate up from the kiddy pool, Sam. Looks like body armor and a rebreather it was. Ugh. Sheesh. Sam tuned her com towards the South entrance and began her hike. It seemed like the fastest way inside. Thanks Sith!

Oooh. Yeah. It was obvious Potteinger's character had come this way not so very long ago too. There were hand-crushed Sith warriors impaled, roughly, on tall debris and spears. Ugh. Yeah. ...That was sooo Papa Bear style.