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

[Darth Ayra]

Location: On board the Immortal.
Objective: Objective three
Allies: | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] | [member="Melakoth Tyrin"] | [member="Sophie Gustav"] | [member="Sophia Walsh"] | [member="Harley"] | [member="James Maar"] |
Foes: | [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] | [member="Keanu Shan"] |

One Immortal-class Star Dreadnaught, the Immortal
Armament: One Proton Beam Cannon
One Hundred Heavy, Long-Range Turbolaser Cannons
One Hundred Heavy, Long-Range Ion Cannons
Seventy Five Heavy, Energy Torpedo Projectors
One Hundred Twenty Flak Gun Cannons
Seventy Five Defense Laser Cannons

Hangar:Twelve Annihilator-class boarding shuttles
Twelve Yorik Trema
Ten Yorik-et
Four Neutralizer II-class bomber squadrons

~​

Darth Ayra stood on the bridge of the Immortal, the Star Dreadnaught that she would be commanding. As Mordecai Zambrano supported her rear and directed the rest of the One Sith, in the form of Darth Arcanix and Melakoth Tyrin, in the upcoming task, the Sith Lord's directive was simple: destroy what was in her way and allow her allies do what they needed to do in order to help her achieve this.

Beside her was a young boy. James Maar was a Sith acolyte that was under the Sith Lords tutelage. He was not her Sith apprentice, for an apprenticeship under the Sith Lord would require James to prove both his dedication to the faction and test of his resolve. She had decided that by the time James reached the age of eighteen, then he would have proven that he was ready to enter a Sith apprenticeship that would last several decades. In these early stages of their relationship, however, Darth Ayra would merely gleam from the young boy as to whether or not he would be by her side or serve as a simple subordinate.

As of yet, she was not sure what category James fitted into.

The cowl of her Sith robe was lifted over her head as the Immortal arrived out of hyperspace. It was later than the other vessels in the One Sith's task force, that had arrived above Manaan to subjugate it. As various transports were used by the One Sith to head to their different locations (objective one and two), the Sith Lord raised Mordecai Zambrano on her screen to converse with him.

"This is Darth Ayra, commander of the Immortal, to Lord Mordecai Zambrano. The Immortal has arrived in the Manaan system and we are awaiting orders for our target."

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Location: Ahto City - Generators
Objective: Protect the Hyper-Buoyancy Generator from Incoming Forces
Allies: All Republic | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Ket Van-Derveld"] | [member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Spark Finn"]
Foes: All Sith

Approaching the blast doors to the generators Sera cautiously noted the gun turrets and hoped that they wouldn't fire on her as she approached the blast doors to the generators. Nervously, she called out under a whisper on her com to those beyond the doors. "Padawan Sera here. Open the blast doors, I'm here to help!" She waited for a reply as her gut wrenched with dread. This isn't going to be much of a celebration here today.

 

[VlPER]

Location: Ahto City
Objective: Hold the line (Objective 1)
Allies: Republic - [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
Enemies: Sith

Spoiler

Equipment: 2 lightsabers, 3 thermals

It had promised to be a beautiful day. Everyone was in a festive mood, the sun was shining, the soft wind was blowing through the majestic city. Although not really a fan of big crowds. Viper found himself nearby his former master as she gave her speech. He had on a small smile as he listened to her words. But the expression did not stay long. He had not been away for so long that he couldn't realize when something was troubling her. His smile began to fade as he watched her finish up her speech.

Not sure what was wrong, he suddenly felt a shiver go down his spine. Now he too felt off, as if some impending doom was on its way to ruin what should be a day of celebration and relaxing. Walking over to his former master, his eyes showed grave concern in them. "Master Kiskla." He said with a weak smile. He had hoped this reunion would have been a happy affair. It would seem now that it would not. "Something is wrong..."

It was then alarms began to ring out. His eyes widened as he realized what was going on. Turning toward his master his face darkened as he withdrew his sabers. "Where do you want me?"

 

[Reverance]

Location: Right hand (for now)
Objective: Objective 1 (sinking Ahto City)
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"], [member="Nick Gamastar"], [member="Darth Inferno"], [member="Darth Vitium"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"], One Sith, any other stragglers
Enemies: Pubs

Gabriel strode into the typical drop ship of metal and standard seating, filled with safety precautions for planetary entry. His crimson eye followed the room as he watched allies spill in. For two of the drop ships where typical normal sentient vessels, the other 10 were vong formed and squirming to pull from the hull and blast into the ocean planet. Yorik-trema, they were breathing and hissing pods filled to the brim with Vong Warriors, even sacrificing space for vehicles to allow additional room. No slaves in these pods, each contained 36 warrior caste Vong and 4 additional crew members, with a commander for the final straw. The vessels ejected from the ship, recoiling the Right Hand in their trembling stead, and Gabriel shifted as he glanced between [member="Darth Vitium"] and [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]. Smirking, he strapped into his seat and exhaled.

"The Vong will descend upon Ahto City, killing everyone and everything in their path. Such is the instructions provided to their commanders...by me." He spoke as the doors to the vessel closed, sealing all who desired to fight within it's metal clutches. "A sort of recklessness about them, they will serve adequate distraction. We, on the other hand, will be specifically targeting the Hyper Buoyancy system." The engines kicked on and the vessel began to vibrate violently. There wasn't much in the way for comfort, the rattling was enough to jar the thoughts from mind. "Teams will strike out in corresponding arcs. We will move in from Ahto West Central, moving East." He began to raise his voice as he looked over to [member="Matsu Xiangu"]. "You get on the ground...you make for the center. Take what explosives are equipped in this vessel and rain hell upon this city." He looked over to the weapon storage containers that are standard in the two dropships, equipped with thermal detonators. Without the activation, they were safe for the time being. The Sith Lord pressed his hand against the wall and banged three hard times. "Word is, there was a ceremony taking place planet side. Lets give them something to really celebrate."

And with that, the ship pulled away from the Right Hand and blasted towards the planet. It would quake violently in path to entry, following the Yorik-trema beasts with a sort of lackadaisical grace given to something that was meant to merely meet the minimum requirements. When they entered the city, the pilots would set down in the area of the city designated for planetary entrance and customs. It was a fitting starting location in the slow effort towards wiping the culture of the Selkath from the face of the city.

 

[Darth Imperatus]

LOCATION: I'm in Space. Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace
OBJECTIVE: Melt the cornetto
ALLIES: One Sith Fleeters
ENEMIES: Teh Republicks

Melkaroth Tyrin sat upon the command chair of the One Sith Star Destroyer Reignfall, awaiting the orders of Lord Zambrano. Though a single ship was smaller than his usual command, and the Reignfall was not in fact his ship at all, he had been temporarily transferred for this attack. Clearly Zambrano wanted to man the strike force with experienced--and, Melkaroth noted, Sith--commanders. The crew of his new ship had been training for the attack for some time, and Melkaroth was pleased, overall, with their conduct.

The right arm of his command chair began to beep, and as he looked down his new orders were displayed on a small screen. At last.

"All forward batteries, target the Republic scout." He barked. "Withhold the hyper-velocity cannon." At once, the Dark Blade's guns lit up, sending blasts of green energy hurtling through the void. Melkaroth did not give the order to fire his hypervelocity cannon as though the orders had explicitly stated that the Cornet was not to escape, the turbolasers of his ship alone would be enough to pulverize the Cornet, and there were two more Star Destroyers firing.

 

[Qun Vell]

Qun radioed [member="Ket Van-Derveld"] and [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"].


"Recommend Mr. Confident and 'Will of the Force' fellow-who-won't-give-his-name-or-rank to join up with padawan Sera and guard one of the entrances to the Hyper-bouyancy generator. We have the inside of the blast-doors, we'd like some people guarding the outside of them too."

 

[Helios]

Location: Right hand
Objective: Objective 1
Allies: [member="Reverance"], Matsu Xianguhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/3856-matsu-xiangu/, Logan of Little Coruscant, Nick Gamastar, Darth Inferno, Darth Vitium, Nulgath Zardai, One Sith
Enemies: Republic Mongrels


Come away, O child of the Light!
To the waters and the wild..

Today. Today the Sith would pillage and plunder, seek and destroy - But all for the benefit of another. The Jedi's impending suffering at the taste of poisoned fruit that - with fevered mind and berry stained lips - would have their minds assailed, yet would offer his charge no solace this eve. Helios paused, ochre orbs watching a figment of his imagination, twist and writhe, buck and bend, until he would allow their tribulation no longer. Helios would then move, to sit astride upon the tempestuous tremor of the Jedi's struggling to still their form as the fever of the mind and perhaps something more threatened to rip them all apart with aid of the Sith's ferocity, the unkind, cruel touch of a hardened, calloused and ice cold grip which sought to completely choke out and annihilate the presence of the Light and punish the Jedi for fleeing to it's side.

Eyes closed, the midnight hue of Helios' eyelids were revealed as his dream, no vision, was wound. Helios would sink into the dark depths of the Jedi's discomfort this day. Show them the weakness of their ways, as the Sith would advance below on the planet's surface and force them to watch, witness, their failures as the planet fell under the control of the Dark Lord. A smile edged it's way across fine lips. Who then, would protect them, against the bulwark of Darkness residing over the aquatic planet? More questions, few answers...curiosity piqued as Helios drowned himself in the wantings of his mind. The deeper meanings of a warning would not seek realization this day, and the understanding would forever be out of the Jedi's reach.

The Sith did not require an invitation. Immortals, in their own right, stood suspended in space, inspecting the frame of the mortals below. There would be resistance, of course - but it would not halt the sounds of the screams to come, seeking them out with the avid ardency of an Acolyte escalating above the brutal expectations of the Lords. There would be cruelty for cruelty's sake. There would be no acts of kindness this day, nor would mercy of any flavor be exercised. Strong and withstanding, the One Sith would go forth and leave another scar upon the galaxy. Another reminder that-

we
will not
f a d e

 

[Viktor Romanov]

Location: Silk Holdings
Objective: Obtain/destroy the kolto
Allies: [member=Selka Ventus]
Enemies: Republic

Viktor had managed to hide his presence in the dark side using the circuitry inside of himself as a masking agent and as such was on the planet before most others, his face was not known to any of the light, and his attire was properly formal and inconspicuous. He celebrated with the Republic dogs as if he were one of them, but in reality he felt nothing, only the bitter cold steel that now made him what he is. He raised his glass and drank the wine. Not for celebration of Manaan, but for it's incoming submission to the One Sith. So he drank and laughed and smiled, while the clock in his mind ticked.

Viktor was pretending to celebrate with some of the others when the door to Silk Holding had finally opened itself. He pardoned himself from his accompaniment as he weaved his way through the crowd with two briefcases in tow. He went for the blind spot of the cameras and opened up his briefcase, taking out pieces of machinery to attack to himself. On his arms he put a miniature gun, not noticeable until a close distance, an ECM jammer to disable the cameras, a garrote between his fingers and finally a knife for close combat.

Viktor then made his way into the facility. As he entered the building he used his robotic eye implants to carefully hack into surveillance, it was a slow and painful process. Silk holdings security was no joke, as the only company to have kolto they had a vast wealth and used that to keep themselves safe. He was finally able to slip past the security and managed to download the security patrol paths, the blueprint, camera locations, and the camera feed.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

Location: High Orbit, Manaan

Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the SITH fleet; command ship

Allies: [member="Keanu Shan"]

Enemies: [member="Alicia Drey"] | [member="Mordecai Zambrano"]

Spoiler

Initial Republic Fleet – 1510 metres
(Blue is shield strength, green is hull. Shield recovers slowly each post.)
1 x Redoubt Class Cruiser – Adamant. With upgrade package – 52 Interceptors.
100/100
1 x Metellos Class Frigate – Liberator. 64 fighters.
100/100
1 x Dorin Class Corvette – Cornet. 0 attack craft
0/75
1 x Taboon Class Corvette – Torrent. 24 fighters.
100/100
2 x Jabiim Class Corvette – Splinter, Outrider. 8 fighters each, total 16.
100/100 Splinter
100/100 Outrider
Total: 156 attack craft.

“Look at the size of that thing!” a crewman said.
“Quiet!” Captain Gates ordered sternly. “We will do our duty, but it is not our duty either to gossip or to take on that vessel alone.”
He turned to his communications officer. “Whatever that ship of theirs is, sir, it’s interfering with our communications, and it’s got an interdictor field.”
“Either way, nothing is perfect. Keep trying, we may need another solution.”

Meanwhile the unfortunate Cornet was suddenly the target of a massed volley. Fortunately, it had two things in its favour. Firstly, it was at very long range, and second it was a small and low profiled ship.
However, with the mass of weapons fire being discharged it could not get away unscathed. One particularly massive blast struck the corvette amidships, piercing the shield and tearing a gash in the side of the ship. Another pair of bolts from the Immortal tore off some of the ventral weapons.
But then it was through, escaping to the safety of the Republic line.

“Damage report?” Gate ordered.
“The Cornet reports heavy damage, most weapons disabled, shields damaged but repairable.”
“It’s not going to be much use in this battle anyway,” Gates said. “Order it to the far side of Manaan to repair. Get it to try and boost the signal out of the system. Failing that, have it do a micro jump and call for help. The interdiction field can’t go through the planet, and I wager that ship of theirs can’t move very fast.”

“All fighters prepare for action. Ready all defence batteries.”

SUMMARY:
Cornet damaged by long range fire, out of the battle for now. Going to far side of Manaan to try and get help.
Rest of ships formed up nearly perpendicular to passage of the Sith fleet outside range.
Fighters ready to launch.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

OBJECTIVE: Secondary - Kolto Production, Infiltrate the Sub Bay
LOCATION: Ocean Near Ahto City
Commander: @Darth Balaya
Enemy: [member="Qae Shena"]
Teams involved: Gamma, [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Selka Ventus"].

The ocean spray of Manaan enveloped Darth Orcus and an entire company of sea troopers as they rained down from the sky after Balaya's orders. Down, down, down they sank until the water grew cold and their minds focused. Orcus wore no rebreathing equipment. He needed none. Garbed only in pants and boots above orbalisk armor, the Herglic held his breath. Four other Herglics from the mercenary corporation Darkwater were with him. Their hulking forms dark in the water beside him. Hence the name.

The sea troopers were armored in green, with flippers on their feet, special helmets and oxygen tanks.

Orcus and the Herglics just held their breath.

When they were all gathered in formation, Orcus gestured with a flipper. They moved forward as one, an unseen strike force beneath the sea that moved steadily toward the nearby sub bay.

 

[Bellona Vel]

Location: Right hand
Objective: Objective 1
Allies: One Sith, Team H
Enemies: The Republic

Arkia's eyes were closed as she heard the sounds of preparation around her. She feels the bodies of people moving around her before she opens up her eyes very slowly. This was going to be a different experience. This wasn't a simple practice fight amongst acolytes or a fatal training exercise. No. This was more. This was so much more. The Nautolan looks around at her fellow sith. Unlike most of those around her ,who donned armor, she wore simple, tight fitting black robes that allowed for quick, nimble acrobatic movements. The young sith looks out upon the planet below. It reminded her of her home planet. She hadn't been there since she was a little girl no more than twelve. Arkia pushes away a distant memory like it was nothing more than air in her mind. This was the day she had been training for. This was the time to prove herself to those around her. She would not fail, and she would not back down. Arkia smirks as she anticipates the coming battle.

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

LOCATION: Vornskr's Claw, Entering Dropship
OBJECTIVE: Sink Ahto City, Look Badass While Doing it
ALLIES: One Sith, Team V
ENEMIES: Republic, Jedi Order
THEME: War by Poets of the Fall

Today was going to be an interesting one. How so? You may ask. The answer is simple, and one you likely already know. On this morn the One Sith were to invade Republic space. Manaan was to be attacked. Its people slaughtered, its cities sunk, its resources stolen. Each objective had a large group assigned to it, with sub-groups taking more... defined tasks. For now let us 'zoom in' on the group destroying Ahto City's generators: Currently they were taking advantage of the chaos in the skies, rushing through gaps to make it to the surface. Skilled soldiers and Sith Lords alike went towards the dropships. Some uttered prayers while they did. Others walked silently, faces stoic, hearts racing. It was easy to tell who was afraid and who felt like this was going to be the best day of their lives.Tensions ran high in every squad but the rare few. All of their emotions practically filled the air around them. There were certain individuals who found that... pleasant. Interesting folks who fed on it. Let us 'zoom in' once again: Here we see a figure in an armorweave suit with a torn black robe on top of that. Her eyes our first to draw attention, practically glowing a deep blue. On her belt were two lightsabres (one clipped on each side), while strapped on her thighs were two Dissuader KD-30pistols. Her hands were currently clasped around a simple shotgun. These were her tools. Now was the time for her to get ready to kill...

She entered the dropship without a word.
{OOC: A small edit was made. Ire is on Vornskr's ship, not with Reverance. My apologies for any confusion.}

 

[Keanu Shan]

Location: Atmosphere
Objective: #3, hold off the invasion fleet
Allies: Republic, [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]
Foes: One Sith, [member="Mordecai Zambrano"], [member="Alicia Drey"]
Finally! Keanu reached the Starport, he jumped out of the taxi and ran for the entrance. Security by now had warned to be on alert, they saw his gun in his hand and leveled stun blasters at him. Not even slowing his stride he raised his hand cannon letting off a shot into the ground at their feet. The guards dove for cover (having seen the explosive impact on the ground and being only security, they decided discretion was the better part of valor). Keanu charged through. Running into the Docking bay "Green" his astromech, had already powered up the ship. "Get us out of here!!" he yelled at "Green". Jumping into the cockpit, Keanu strapped on his helmet. "power up the guns, lift off" The wait for the canopy to close seemed like an eternity. He noticed police rushing into the hangar, he hoped they would have sense enough to stand back.
As soon as he heard the canopy click shut he pulled back sharply on the stick pointing the craft straight up and push the throttle to the stops. THe ship rocketed skyward, Grav generators kicking in to dampen the massive acceleration.

Summary: Skyward bound

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Location: Sith Cruiser
Objective: Kolto Center
Allies: [member="Luminara Rikanati"] [member="Viktor Romanov"] [member="Darth Layil"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Xilo Gale"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Vaermina"] [member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Yusan Fenn"] [member="Darth Vivaldi"] [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Selka Ventus"] [member="Darth Carach"]
Foes: Republic/Jedi

The ship arrived in the docking bay as Balaya looked on, the other teams were set to move out while she was looking into her datapad. The information coming as her soldiers were moving and she spoke. "Ensure the thermite is in place and remain quiet." She was looking at their progress while the ones that arrived were heading in bulk towards the rift and the submersible zones. She looked her head coming up when she spoke for the comlink. "All team move out and prepare. We have a job to do." The grin on her face while she walked crouching under the doors and rising high in the street with the cloaks hood up.

She was a towering figure in the streets while the graug and sithspawn swarmed around her. The defenses were laughable for now but the docking bays were not the objective. "Massassi defend these bays, we will need them for the time as we transport the kolto. Team alpha with me." She was moving as below the sounds of her vong and seatroopers were hard at work. Their equipment to fire under and going after the smaller sharks to get them out of the way and remove an advantage. Their troopers working to have the thermite setup for breaching and getting what they needed. Others set to get into the sub bays going into the distribution center.

 

[Invicta Zambrano]

Location: Aboard the Torment-class Star Destroyer, Vornskr's Claw.
Objective: Preparing for deployment into Ahto City
Allies: The Glorious One Sith
Foes: Republic and Jedi Infidels
Music: Godsmack - Devil's Swing


Dark emerald orbs peered out of the shadows as she watched her husband undertake the preparations that would carry him into battle. The sacred oils gleamed in their vessels, and the robed servants stood ready to apply them in the traditional manner - under heavy incense, with prayers and incantations muttered softly beneath their collective breath. They trailed along the form of her husband, eyes taking to the paths her nails had left behind across the flesh of his back. A smile curled the Empress' lips, dark and decadent, before she turned and slipped away from the glorious sight to tend to her own preparations.

Though Invicta could have partaken in the same ritual as Kaine, it was not one she felt worthy of just yet. Perhaps in time Emperor and Empress would both be so anointed before going into battle, but until then, she kept her privacy and only a few out of her retinue of loyal servants. Through the slithering tendrils of incense she strode, making her way deep into the lushly appointed suite that was her own. Light armor waited within, meant to protect against blasters and the glancing blows of lightsabers and blades, which she donned. There was little ceremony or assistance - she would permit no one to touch the armor - and carefully sheathed her beloved swords on her back. They would easily withstanding the punishing blows of a lightsaber as even Kaine could attest to, given their crafting and her Force abilities, and in her hands, those that had wielded them for nearly eighty years, they were lethal.

Crimson curls floated in a nimbus around her armored form as she strode from her quarters, waist length locks loose as a preference. Invicta heard the rhythmic chants and smiled at the fervor incited in Vong and Graug alike, emerald eyes lit with an unholy pleasure. Remaining silent, she simply appeared at her husband's side as they both descended to the waiting dropship.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: Landing in the City
Objective: Sink the Ahto City, maybe something else.
Allies: One Sith
Foes: Republic


The landing craft descended quickly towards the city, dropped from one of the many invading capital ships that had just came out of hyperspace. Inside soldiers and handful officers waited, strapped in via safety harnesses as the ship made its run to the surface of the city. Darth Kentarch did not make some grand entrance, or come in on some over top capital ship which had some dark sounding name. No he preferred a much more plain approach. Instead he sat with the men who being doing the grunt work of the invasion, using the force to disguise himself as another Sith soldier. Subtle its own way, unless someone got randomly luckily, he would be impossible to target in the initial part of the invasion.


Within seconds they had finally touched down on the ground. Soldiers came pouring out of the ships and with them Kentarch who stepped out onto the city grounds, and quickly altered his course away from the rest of the mean on it's way to the meat grinder. He could already hear the sounds of blaster fire, as the soldiers from both sides began to clash into each other for the first time. The cloaked figure instead vanished down an alleyway. Pulling out a small hand held holo-project, information of the battle began streaming to him real time. His gaze shifted off towards the distance as he gathered the information he currently needed, the location of the Republic Command Center. A strike there could disorient the Republic coordination in defense of the city, and give the other Sith an easier time in their mission to sabotage the city.


The Sith Lord deactivated the holo-projector and slid it back into his pocket. Making speed he quickly dashed off towards his target. He did not bother to inform his fellow Sith. No just another communication line to be intercepted, and his location and intended pinpointed. Instead he cloaked himself with the force as he made his way to the Republic Command Center, first he needed to get through their defensive line.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

DEPLOY POST #2
Location: Sith Carrier
Objective: Generators
Allies: [member="Reverance"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Nick Gamastar"] [member="Darth Helios"] [member="Skorn Draclau"] [member="Arkia Zinn"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Invicta Zambrano"] @Khallesh
Foes: Republic/Jedi

Elara continued to look onward as the ship was heading down. She was looking at the course heading down while the city center seemed to be getting defended. The leader of the team had them going forward and she preferred it while thumbing the control amulet and speaking into the coms. "Master we are nearly there, Glitter is prepared to be deployed and sink the city. The ship will be able to retrieve him afterwards." Her grin was on her face as she looked on heading down towards the city towards the docks and she was looking to see what would be coming next. [member="Reverance"] was the one to give her orders if needed at least until she was on the ground with the battle lord and graug and then it was all going to be able standing back and letting the beast in the hull of the carrier that was starting to hover on the edge of the city near the rest of the sith drop ships to stand back and watch what happened on Alderaan happen again. She was going to enjoy letting loose this beast.

 

[Kyla Foy]

Location: Right hand (for now)
Objective: Objective 1 (sinking Ahto City)
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"], [member=Reverance], [member="Darth Inferno"], [member="Darth Vitium"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"], One Sith, any other stragglers
Enemies: Pubs

The stench of blood, the screaming of the dying, the rain of terror, the beating of the heart from the people that feared the Sith, it was only an image that would soon be appearing on the planet when the One-Sith was done with the place. The Right Hand was approaching the planet of Manaan and they were about to descend onto the planet. The last few beautiful bright stars could be seen, the only sense of light was fading away and a dark force was approaching in a colossal amount. This might have been one of the most serious type of invasions that he had been into.

His eyes kept on looking down onto the planet till he felt a tingling like feeling, his thoughts were being read by someone as his eyes turned straight over towards Matsu Xiangu for a short moment, an angered look was on his face, but were his deepest feelings that as well? A high untouchable weakness had appeared in Nick Gamastar's thoughts, it was currently not being able to be exploit. His apprentice was his current biggest weakness, it was also his biggest strength. He made his deeper thoughts clouded with thoughts of anger and deeply evil like thoughts, Darth Praelior had her play time with him.

When she was having her torment play time at the academy, she had seemed to fail to corrupt the child for over many years, but his apprentice lies deep in his feelings, his overprotective made her win. "Peace is a lie, there is only passion." He repeated over in his mind, not saying his own made up code which he gave in a holocron to his master. 'Crush, Destroy, the ultimate Cataclysm! I will make them ride into the jaws of the apocalypse.' He followed Revenance, who had started with giving instructions for the moment that they had landed onto the ground. He didn't confirm it in any type of way, he remained quiet. He remained in a state of fury, he was currently only out for blood and the loss of life from the warriors of the other side, it no longer mattered to him. He was being consumed by the current hatred.

A certain heavy vibration was being felt which had meant that the vessel was soon ready for left off and descend onto the planet. Soldiers were running into the vessel sitting down and he only calmly followed, his arms sweeped very slowly back and forth, heavy breathing, a quicker heartbeat was being heard from his heart. Unlike all the soldiers who were heavily wielded with different weapons and protective gear. He did not wield a single weapon, no lightsaber, no protective gear. The weapon he only used was the force and it was making him highly unstable to cause certain strange miracles. He sat down and strapped himself so he would not be flying over the place. His body was straight, his arms were crossed over each other and his eyes were closed.

Suddenly a certain *Click* noise could be heard, the vessel and the Right Hand were disconnected of each other in a high speed the vessel was descending down to Manaan. A high amount of fear could be sensed by him, he opened his eyes and said, "They are prepared, scared but are determined to fight" He closed his red colored eyes once again as he said, "No matter...they will crumble." The ship kept on going and was being piloted by two pilots who were known by war situations, this allowed them to have a lower amount of fear rushing through their body and more of a quick thinking. A slim grin appeared onto his face as they were entering the city. A specifically picked landing spot on the planet entrance was chosen.

The destruction will start now..

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Location: High Orbit, Manaan
Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the Republic fleet; command ship
Allies: [member="Darth Arcanix"], [member="Alicia Drey"], [member="Melakoth Tyrin"], [member="Sophie Gustav"], [member="Sophia Walsh"], [member="Harley"], [member="James Maar"]
Foes: [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], [member="Keanu Shan"]

Spoiler

• Immortal (x1) - The Immortal
  Ten Fighter Squadrons (120 fighters, 12 fighters per sqd.)
• Four Bomber Squadrons (32 bombers, 8 bombers per sqd.)
• Twelve Gunships
• Twelve Dropships

[*]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
• Twenty Four 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

The torrential downpour of nothing but merciless plasma and energy rocketed towards the Cornet before smacking into its hull felt good. Smashing one target into submission was good enough for the first little barrage and his gunners were already back to charging their batteries and preparing for the next assault when klaxons blared. The Sith fleet was steamrolling right through the middle of the Republic picket lines and their lack of attention and tunnel-visioned pursuit of the bait had led them into a trap.

Mordecai wasn't surprised.

"Sir," the translator for the Yammosk chimed in, "The Yorik-et have been deployed and await orders. The other fighters are still launching. It seems they're preparing to launch their own attack craft."

The Dragon Lord thumbed his beard. "Put us into a formation. It'll do us some good. I want the Imor-"

An incoming message from Darth Ayra stole his attention from giving important commands. Luckily, it was merely one requesting for guidance and directions. Mordecai switched on the channel and hailed [member="Melakoth Tyrin"] to the encrypted network and would give them both orders. Simple ones that allowed their own freeform movement while he micromanaged the rest of the fleet.

"Make a formation. Immortal is the center and shall be surrounded by the Razers and the carriers. Leave the Dark Blades to the outer edges and allow them to engage the enemy, though be wary of bombers. The fighters and Razers should handle them."

All that left was the little recon corvette, who would undoubtedly putter around next to the flagship of the fleet. If all went as planned, the Republic's fighters would be ensnared in a brutal crossfire of flak cannons, quad lasers, and the swarming contingents of Yammosk-aided Coralskippers and their mechanical-born counterparts.

Fleet Actions:

• Defensive formation taken. Flagship in center with Razers and carriers surrounding it, Dark Blades take the flanks as metaphorical walls.
• Coralskippers fully deployed, receiving advanced cognitive guidance from both Yammosks. Other fighters still deploying.
• Boarding parties being prepared.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: Sith Cruiser enroute
Objective: Silk Holdings Kolto Center
Allies: Beta Team - [member="Luminara Rikanati"] | [member="Xilo Gale"] | @Darth Nephthys | [member="Vaermina"]
Foes: Republic/Jedi


Darth Nephthys would stand surrounded by Yuuzhan Vong elite warrior forces wearing Vonduun Skerr Aquus armor. The petite Sith Lord would also be wearing the same, having had her armor treated with the genetic worm to ensure that no toxicity from pollen would stun the living armor. Round her belt was wrapped an equally treated Hydrastaff whose five heads would rest on top of her shoulders. Her cybernetic hand would curl it's fingers only to uncurl them a second later.

Soon, they would reach their objective, ensuring that the aquatic units make haste to their destination. Bright scarlet orbs from under the Vonduun Skerr Aquus would lower into thin slits.

For the Goddess.