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

Location: Ahto City Library
Objective: Then help her!
Allies: The Galactic Republic, [member="Avalore Eden"]
Enemies: The One Sith, Hal Terrano
WARNING: HERE BE SLOWER POSTERS

Immediately after spewing forth his ham-fisted confession Hal recoiled, gripping onto the abused terminal with white knuckles, his widened eyes staring at the screen as if it could offer him and answer, or perhaps a spot time travel to about twenty seconds ago.

He wasn't ready to confront this yet. The Force ghost of [member="Diana Moridena"] had ambushed him in the sky gardens trying to help him with the ever-looming geyser that was his feelings, but even then he still tried to push it down. It was fear, his fear. A lifetime of forced self-discipline had left him paralysed at the thought of chance, of feeling anything other than a sense of duty and justice. He stood at the edge ready to take that leap but the swirling sea of what-ifs below kept him rooted to the spot.

What if I fall?

What if I hurt her?

Diana had thought that the blonde Knight had meant hurt her feelings, but that was not the case. What if attachment, if feelings gave way to situations of peril? Gave chinks in the armour that Sith could exploit? What if Avalore Eden died?

H Y P O C R I T E

Perhaps that was what stung most of all. There he was preaching about the dangers of emotions, relationships and attachments while he stood idly by, stoking his own dangerous affections for another. Avalore Eden wasn't the only one currently feeling as if those Jedi robes didn't fit quite right. The Code, the Tenets, they had been the guiding path his entire life, he had sacrificed so much, striving to be the best Jedi that he could be only to turn around and spit in the face of that which modeled him.

"Then help me!"

That was it, the moment, the chance. Forget about knowledge, forget about the Code, go and get the girl and play big damn heroes in Ahto City, save the day and then go home. It'll be awkward at first, you'll find it hard to look at her, for a few weeks Cato Neimoidia is silent...but then you talk together and she puts you at ease, makes you laugh for the first time. You're happy. She jokes that she prefers it when you frown. You know what it feels like to be happy. Maybe you both really fall in love. You did it, you're finally happy.

He looked up from the terminal at her departing form and then back down at the screen. 86%, that's only five minutes.

You could be happy.

Could.

Chance.

WHAT IF.

The defective Knight began to walk backwards, and upon hitting a wall he slid down, a fearful expression that no creature living had seen knotted across his face. Knees pulled up to his chest, arms over his head, Hal folded forward into his lap and sat in his own petrified silence.
 
Location: Ahto City Proper - North, rooftops
Objective 1: Find a place to be useful, keep Ahto afloat
Allies: Republic/Jedi
Enemies: Sith
Track:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muqM4rV7ovM

I had escaped a seemingly impossible situation. Looking at the carnage, I noticed the generator being surrounded and a Sith sniper hiding nearby. After barely dodging his shot, I force jumped over to him and he was quickly dispatched. The phrase "Over my dead body" came to mind. Shouldering the rifle, I scoped in on the forces and fired. A single man went down. It was then that I noticed the blast doors open.
"Kark" was all I said before I started running for the generator facility.

The bridge was out.
"Perfect, my allies need me most now, and I am stuck because these bloody Sith couldn't leave well-enough alone."

I couldn't jump that far, I'd have to find some other way across.
 
Location: Ahto City - West, Heading East.
Objective: Objective 1
  1. Destroy Hyper-buoyancy Generators in Ahto City - East
  2. Crush Romeo while rocking out (With [member="Darth Janus"] on Guitar and Backup Vocals :cool: )
Allies: One Sith
  • [East-Side]: [member="Darth Vornskr"]
  • [Other]: Insanity
Enemies: [member="The Shadow King"]
Theme: Fight by The Dirty Youth
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wX1wPLjPhlc[/media]


Feelings of raw emotion, weakness exposed to the very air of war itself, and a delusion of love were seeping like an open wound from Romeo - and it disgusted her. She could not imagine how she had ever felt anything for someone so mentally weak, so out of touch with reality. He called out to her as he lashed out and struck down the pathetic group of undead that had clamored around her - not that it had involved any resistance on her part, she could care less about troops that didn't give her an advantage or help her in any way - and proclaimed the very feelings that she could already feel leaking from every pore on his body, that dripped with every syllable that he spoke. Absolutely horrid. Silara had fancied wasting her time further and toying with him, to bring out his rage, but it appeared she was such a subject of delight and regret in his eyes - a weakness in and of herself, perhaps? - that she would be spending far too long with him if she were to do so - she had glory to take, and he was not going to give it to her. A flick of both of her wrists and the lightsabers shut off and flung from her hands to her sides, sliding firmly into the belt loops at her side. Games were no longer on the table to be played, it was time for her to break the man she had once idolized - a man who was now a shadow of his former self, a man who was no longer greater than she in any such way. Rather than show any inclination toward delight in his pleas, in his crying, Silara instead frowned, giving the expression of disgust that matched her view of it all.
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No sooner had the words boomed and echoed across the battlefield and into the minds of those within her telepathic reach did the Sith Lord move into action, moving swiftly with speed that was afforded through the application of force speed, and a forward leap sent the blonde high into the air with a force empowered push-off and her arms reaching forwards with her hands wide, directed at the Dark Jedi. "You miss me?" Came the words, silent, from Vitium's lips.
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As she touched back down on the ground, nearer to the building than before by quite a large margin, Silara rolled forwards and slammed her palms into the ground, releasing a massive repulsive wave the blew away undead, fire, and debris alike in a somewhat impressive display of telekinesis as she rose up to look towards Romeo again, hatred burning like the fires of Chaos in her eyes. There was no pleasantries to be said between the two of them, and she wished for him to drop his pathetic act of remorse. There was no remorse in war - people die - and there would be no remorse for a traitor, and doubly so for one named Romeo. With a clench of her fist and a forward slide of her right heel, she rotated her body to the left as darkness began to build up around her in the form of the mists of darkness that had been seen by a select few Jedi and two, now dead, Sith Lords. There was to be no escape for this fething failure.

She would see to that.
 
Location: The Phobos
Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the Sith fleet; command ship
Allies: [member="Sabena Shai"] [member="Lira Dajenn"]
Enemies: [member="Mordecai Zambrano"]

Blood, blood was everywhere…

The copper taste clung to his taste buds after he inhaled deeply. Flashbacks of the One Sith filled his mind, the dark side started to take hold on him once more. Sopher remained immobilized by his traumatic state. He watched as the women in front of him continued to fight fueled by the light of the Force. Was his fate already decided? Was he to forever be a shadow? He had to do something so he wasn’t just some dead weight behind Sabena and Lira. Faded yellow tainted eyes focused on the light whip that was still clinging to the Sith Lord.

He had to fight it and in doing so, he focused the Force to fuel his being. Two Sabers ignited into his hands and quickly, he sped forward past the women. The force enhanced his muscles to dash forward, his target the Sith who was bound by the light whip. Drawing closer, his body centered and his crossed arms moved to strike towards the torso of the Sith. All the man saw was red, determined to prove to himself along with the others that he belonged fighting the Darkness, not being a part of it.
 
Location: Still On That Building
Objective: Fighting Silara aka [member="Darth Vitium"]
Allies: Still Alone, Still Muh Fires
Enemies: That Blonde Down Yonder Breaking Stuffs

Theme:

Cell Dweller - Frozen
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPL5lRUfOXs


It was pointless, speaking of love, and all them emotions to her, but her reactions showed of something he could use. Something he could use against her. He knew what to do, he had to let her get in his head. Let her wiggle inside, and let her see his biggest flaws, his fears. Romeo would have to let her break his mind. He sighed. As his fire went out, and she broke ground, zombies went flying away, and she looked up at him.
Romeo's bare chest rose, then fell as he breathed, sweat trickled down it, and his scars were more than clearly visible. His hand ventured to his right rip cage, there was a larger scar here, where his father has given him the beaten of his life, the only time he was scared of someone. Removing his hand from it, he watched as she drew upon the force, and called more darkness.
"Going for that trick again Silara? You think my mind is this weak?" Coax her into wanting to see inside it. "If you want to do all your mental tricks so bad, why dont you just take a peak inside? Hmm? Go ahead, look inside me, instead of hiding in the dark...like you always have."
Make her mad, stir this fight into your favor. He dropped down in front of her, his weapon still on his side.
"Go ahead, look into it...use my darkest secrets against me.." She wants it, she craves it. "But.." He took a step forward to her, no attacking motion made, just casual struts. "I think...you have a doubt in your mind..you would never be able to break me mentally...I can see that doubt in your eyes...like tears from a orphan child...alone...afraid..powerless." He stopped seven feet in front of her.
Are you sure you're prepared for that though?
He dropped to his knees in a meditation stance, the blood red irises shielded as he closed his eyes.
"Go ahead...break my mind Darth Vitium, my love." he breathed.
I am prepared for it...
His mind rushed to a memory, as he allowed his mind's walls to fall for her, all the secrets he held would reach out, and gently want caress her own mind with their own whispers, this was no force trick, this was the mind of Romeo being fully allowed to be read, to be touched, save that one memory he held at bay, the one thing that could trigger what he wanted, or get him killed.
"Come taste my fears." He whispered as he could feel the darkside rise up in her like he had never seen before in a person of the force, but he knew one thing...Silara loved to toy with people mentally, and she knew words wouldnt work, but if he openly invited her to his mind, made it seem like he was all full of himself, and self centered, then maybe, just maybe she would bite the bait.
Somewhere, far away his mind was touched by all the death, and fears of the people fighting. The anger clutched his hands into fist, and filled his heart from all the violence the Sith omitted on the battlefield. Inside his own body the darkside swelled up, warmed his core up, and began to ignite a fire in his heart. He let it burn, burn hot, and thick. He embraced the negative emotions he felt all around, and could feel his own powers amplified by this.
 

Lira Dajenn

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

Lira let out a curse.

Another one of the Jedi that had accompanied her rushed passed her, surging towards the Sith Lord who had so expertly avoided her trap. She didn't want them to get close, she didn't want them to actually fight him. He wore heavy armor, all they had to do was tire him out, pin him down and hold him in place, subdue him.

She most certainly didn't want to kill him.

She didn't want to kill anyone.

Lira took her free hand and wrapped it around the elongated hilt of the lightwhip, grasping the weapon with two hands she jerked on it hard, turning around and pulling it over her shoulder. The heavy weight of the man gripped at her, but with the force, and her own pushing off from the ground she managed to pull at him again.

Hopefully the pull would surprise him, keep him off balance long enough for Sopher to strike.
 
LOCATION: AHTO - WEST
OBJECTIVE:

  • Fight [member="Reverance"] (as discussed)

  • Attack, retreat and contemplate

  • 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"]




Her attack struck, at least she thought so. Things were getting worse for each passing moment. Her fatigue and condition was making itself felt as her shoulder itched and begged for it all to end but even still she kept going. Her right arm shot spikes of pain through her system as it came in contact with her sides but even still she kept going. It was her determination that kept her, she had to arrest this man to the best of her capability. She had to prove she was not as worthless as she always felt and to be able to arrest a Sith would prove just that.

With the tickling sensation coming back at her arm she spent no time thinking on what it was. The man was looking to claim her arm again and she was in no mood for it. She had lost her right leg already and the mere thought about losing her right arm as well was out of the question. With his defenses seemingly primed for a strike at his lower half she stepped up to strike.

A broad slash - the cause of unfortunate hand motoring and usually not something associated with Makashi - made it’s way for Reverance’s right shoulder before Kana backed off again, far off. The slow realization that she was outmatched was dawning upon her and she calmed herself. Breath for breath her body wanted to quit but she had to remain alert. Would she flee? That seemed irresponsible. Would she die? Not if she had a say in it.

She slumped into a crooked posture as her heavy breathing continued. She felt like a sitting target but she had to do this. If she was to die she’d rather die on her feet than cowering on the ground.

Still, here’s hoping it wouldn’t come to that.
 

Vrag

The Second Seal, broken.
LOCATION: Ahto city - West [entering generator room]
OBJECTIVE:
  • Sic turrets on Republic forces - North
  • Destroy hyper-buoyancy generator
  • Murder
ALLIES: Team R [ [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | Team H [ [member="Ludolf Vaas"] ]
ENEMIES: 'Pubs in the generator room [ [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Qun Vell"] ]

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It was like watching a dam break open, really; first a teeny tiny hole, just enough for the first jet of water to burst through, and then the awe-inspiring moment as the whole ocean comes rushing forth. Well, the analogy almost worked. Almost. Alas, water stopped at nothing, whereas the advancing undead and Vong were made of flesh and bone and thus very prone to dying (or, well, dying again). The only way they could clamber through the hole in the blast door was in a neatly organized line, making the job incredibly easy for the Republic forces that had probably established a firing squad by now.

The firrerreo frowned at the situation, knowing that their forces would be decimated in a matter of minutes if they continued to pour through the easily controllable choke-point. Her blue eyes darted to the portion of the door that was left mostly unharmed, and an idea started formulating in her mind. The Sith Lord on her left twisted the second turret into something that was more reminiscent of modern sculpture than automated defenses, all in the span of a few seconds, and the sight made Vrag even more glad that the deceptively small woman was on their side. It also meant that all outside resistance had been done away with, save for the Jedi engaged with Reverance, but that girl was in a hopeless situation anyway, and certainly posed no danger to the assaulting soldiers.

She pressed her armored form flush against the sturdy material of the door and ignited her lightsaber straight through the final barrier. With measured movements she carved out a good portion of the solid metal slab, essentially creating an oversized tower shield out of it; not that she intended to use it as one. Her features distorted by a determined rictus, Vrag pitted the muscles of her arms against the door in an insanely imbalanced grappling match, drawing upon the Force to compensate. She wasn't as precise or as skilled as Matsu Xiangu, but neither of those things mattered now. She closed her eyes as the Dark side rushed like a current through her body, a wild and ravenous beast that had been allowed to run rampant all over Ahto city, leaving only dead and dying in its wake.

With a mighty heave Vrag sent the rest of the blast door flying into the fray, watching triumphantly as the accelerated slab of metal cut a wide swath of blood and gore through the Republic forces. It came to a grinding halt after bulldozing through the better portion of the generator room, toppling over the pile of bodies in front of it for good measure. Being hit first was a small mercy in this case, if the twitching limbs caught under the weight of the door were any indication.

There was little time to linger on the scene, though, as the surviving men recovered and started shooting at the sudden onslaught of Vong. Their defeat was only a matter of time now, the inevitability of death casting an ominous shadow over the decimated Republic. Vrag didn't have to glance over her shoulder to know that the crippled woman was still with her, the cold greeting of a mind in pain washing over her with the gentleness of a razorblade. Vrag shivered under the mental touch, pushing the feeling to the back of her mind; she could have nightmares about it later.

The Sith readjusted her grip on the hilt of her lightsaber and moved deeper into the room, intent on reaching the turret controls for the north corridor. The frontal assault had dissolved into small pockets of fighting, with the Republic growing ever more outnumbered as Vong and zombies continued to pour from the yawning west corridor. Vrag wove her way among the rubble and the bodies, avoiding most of the combat in an effort to reach her target as quickly as possible. The controls were left abandoned after the bulk of Republic soldiers had withdrawn back into the generator room, and the Sith had little trouble navigating them; they had been made for soldiers to use, after all, not engineers.

Click.

The automated turrets in front of the first northern blast door whirred to life and started firing at the unprotected backs of [member="Slate Estrada"] and the rest of his men. How unfortunate, to be betrayed by your own defenses. Vrag smiled and threw herself back into the fight with newfound glee.

TL;DR
  • West corridor now wide open, One Sith forces pouring in the generator room
  • The turrets in North firing at Republic soldiers on the bridge from behind
 
Location: Ahto City Proper - Ahto City South

Objective: Kill.

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

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

Sounds of agony and pain would come from the Stealth Lord as his limbs were being severed by the lightsaber of the angry Beast. But soon… those sounds would find a different meaning in Qun’s ears, it would warp and change, and suddenly he would realize the Sith Lord had the audacity to laugh. A laugh ridden by pain, agony, but laughter all the same.

It subsided at the command said to him.

Amber eyes, burning, studied the crouching Qun and his lightsaber.

She died in unadulterated agony.” Face-Melt spat at his tormentor. “Her mind screamed in pain and it was delicious!

Spark on the other hand would have difficulty with programming the droid to attack her target, since the Sith Lord was cloaked in the White Current the contraption would not be able to automatically target him and attack, instead Finn would have to manually guide it towards the shimmering light that seemingly hid the Voice of the Dark Lord.

The shimmer didn’t move, as if the Sith Lord was deep in concentration, or didn’t even notice the trapdroid.

As the lightsaber swung and hit the shimmering in the air, the Current dropped, revealing a beam separated in two. A trap! The Sith Lord had purposely cloaked something else, while suggesting its form… but where was Darth Carach?

Just as Spark would realize something was badly wrong, she would experience a painful sensation close to her neck. The Sith Lord had appeared behind her, one hand covering her mouth, the other stabbed into her flesh with a single steeled finger.

Always be aware of your surroundings, my apprentice.’ from the finger, blood-on-blood contact a virus would spread through her veins.

With that single word… he had claimed her for himself.
 
Location 3: Ahto City Proper-North
Objective: Destroy the Hyper-Buoyancy Gnerator
Engage [member="Seraphina Shel'tah]
Allies: Team H: Ahto North [member="Darth Helios"], [member="Skorn Draclau"], [member="Bellona Vel"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"], [member="Xhexania"]
Enemies: [member="Reid Anaxoid"] [member="Ket Van-Derveld"] [member="Seraphina Shel'tah] [member="Odeyseis"] [member="Slate Estrada"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"]

Xhexania was not surprised. nor impressed, by the arrival of a Jedi Master. [member="Corvus Raaf"]. Though the situation had become more tricky for her, she would not back down. What she did find surprising, however, was the Twi'lek Jedi was pleading with the Master Jedi to allow her to leave. Xhexania knew the chances of that were slim to none. Though the Jedi did not kill their enemies without cause, according to [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"], they did however sought to inflict a greater tragedy than death, conversion and salvation. Both long ago abandoned by Xhexania. She sought neither for herself and would welcome death before trading her blackened robes for the despised brown.

"Be wary of the human female. Watch her closely for she is our enemy and if given the chance, she will kill us both," Xhexania whispered to the soldier's mind as she moved to strengthen her hold over him. It was taxing on her to maintain such a grip but it was the only option available to her in lieu of her current standings. She was alone against an enemy that was comprised of soldiers, a wounded Twi'lek Jedi, and a Jedi Master. She considered sending a mental message to her own Master, [member="Matsu Xiangu"], but that would mean she would have to either release the soldier or attempt to split her focus. She was only beginning to comprehend the fundamentals of this skill and incorporate its uses. No, she was one her own.

Without taking her eyes off those in front of her, she began to put to use her peripheral vision seeking ways to make an escape when and if this all went down. There wasn't many successful choices to choose from. She could always make a dash back to the opening but that would only serve to be her tomb. She could attempt to dive into the waters below but if the fall didn't kill her one of the several predators, such as the dreaded Firaxian shark, would. There was another bridge slightly intact than ran parallel with this one but could she reach it in time before she was cut down by blaster fire from behind, and even if she did make it; would the two Jedi give chase and if so, could she successfully defeat two Jedi? One by one her options became grim which left her with only one possible solution, she would be forced to stand here and fight; and she would fight bravely.

"Your life has been fated to protect mine. Ready yourself." Xhexania's word floating softly into and through the mind of the soldier. Xhexania smiled when she saw the soldier tighten his grip on his weapon.
 
Location: Silk Facility
Objective 2: Fight the Sith
Allies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"]
Enemies: [member="Xilo Gale"] - [member="Viktor Romanov"]

Kian's was a bit surprised when his blade hit the target and dug into the leg of the Sith. He wasn't surprised about the accuracy of his attack, he knew that was on target. What surprised Kian was that he had gotten in past the Sith's defense, though he supposed the cyborg had shown little concern for some of his body parts thus far. When the blade's of the enemy came flying in at his legs, Kian jumped up over the attack, keeping his momentum moving forward pulling his lightsaber blade through the attack.

His momentum meant that he was unable to jump to the side or dodge away from the sudden crackle of the canon once more. Kian threw up another force barrier, putting all his strength into the defense, but the impact was tremendous. Kian felt his feet leave the floor and his body flew backwards into the darkness. His flight was abruptly stopped by the collision with the wall. For a moment Kian saw stars and the air left his lungs. Slumping down to the ground, Kian lay there motionless for a few moments, allowing the force to wash over him in an attempt to relieve some of the pain.

Slowly rising to his feet, Kian tested his legs and found that the knee on his left leg was compromised. He could put weight on it, but it was painful and as he walked forward he was force to favor his right leg. Kian's lightsaber was deactivated and he left it that way, staying in the shadows. Leaning against a wall for a moment, Kian glanced around looking for the canon that the Sith kept using. Seeing it in the distance, Kian stretched out his hand and felt for the gun, honing in on it. He closed his eyes for a moment as he focused on in and with a jerk of his hand, he used the force to attempt to rip the canon from its mount. After this he advanced on the Sith, who was hopefully neutralized.

"So, do you surrender?" Kian asked again igniting his blade again as he emerged from the Shadow.
 
Location: Ahto East, moving towards generator facility

Objective 1: Assault Generator from East

Allies: [member=”Darth Praelior”]

Enemies: Pubs

OOC/ Sorry [member="Whisps"] I’m going to move on. I know we all get drawn away to real life, so please catch me over PM etc and I’m happy to re-update this post with your actions. Quick post to move on.




Khallesh turned to the newcomer, leaving the padawan to make his decision. The toxins running through his bloodstream might be the death of him, but perhaps he could be returned to Alderaan as a prize and introduced to the Embrace of Pain. That would be an ideal result. Testing and Jeedai on the Embrace would show her first-hand what they were like. True understanding of the soul was knowing how someone reacted under stress, or pain.

"Subaltern Khallesh Val, reporting," she said, trying not to wince at having to use the clicky language common to this galaxy's inhabitants. "My recon squad is directing a forward strike force into the area. Another groups of Hunters, using their Cloaks of Nuun, are approaching the eastern side of the generator. Two platoons of foot and a tank beast are close," she reported, her chest still heaving from the exertion.

A platoon of foot was made up of four squads, each consisting of four Warriors and ten Chazrach. There would be thrall herders of course, but kept to the rear as they advanced.
 
LOCATION: Ahto City Proper - North
OBJECTIVE: One - Protect the Hyper-Buoyancy Generator
ALLIES: [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
ENEMIES: [member="Xhexania"]
THEME: "We see the world not as it is, but as we are" - original source contested


Corvus stood, as ever, in the eye of the storm. Around her was chaos but she stood there quietly, motionless and without apparent concern. She heard Sera's words - and they made sense. The troopers would let the woman that saved Sera's life pass, if that is what Sera had decided. And she could sense the pain in the young Padawan and figured the quicker they resolved this, the sooner she could help Sera's wounds.

As much as anything else, it was Sera's faltering words that made Corvus realise she was aware of her presence. She 'heard' the unspoken 'no' and nodded to confirm her agreement.

But when Sera spoke next, Corvus shook her head. "It is not for me to allow her to leave. We are both Jedi. My word is of no more value than yours. If your heart is true to the Force and this is what you believe is right, then your word is enough. I will honour your wishes, as will these chaps here, won't you?" She motioned to the troopers with a small wave of her arm. Amongst Jedi, Corvus truly believed there was a meritocracy, as the GrandMaster had invoked what seemed so long ago. But troopers, she had to admit, tended to listen to Masters rather than Padawans.

Now she addressed the Sith. It is quite possible a few of the troopers had encountered Corvus before and no doubt wondered if they'd need another shave before she would finish speaking.

"I suspect you don't trust me. Why? Not because I am a Jedi, but because that is how you think. People tend to judge others by their own standards. I judge people by their deeds. You have clearly saved the life of a Jedi today. Probably not something to brag to your Master about when you are reunited. But over time you will reflect on what you have done. I cannot say it will change your path. You must walk the one that is true to your own heart, as Sera has chosen to do. All I ask is that you listen to what your feelings tell you rather than what a doctrine dictates. I will not preach, at least not more than I am already." She smiled and her voice remained calm and soothing. "I sense the conflict in you and I will not dwell on it - but you should. You seek options and the fact that you haven't acted...yet, is positive. But I have spoken enough, Sera I leave the situation in your hands."

Naïve always but foolish never. Corvus remained in Center of Being, her saber and shoto still attached to her belt and waited to see what would happen.
 
Location: Ahto City Skies

Objective: Destroy Generators

Allies: One Sith [member="Xhexania"]

Enemies: Republic [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

Balaya listened to the report and had a grin on her face as she looked at the vong. "Continue your work, have the padawan if you must but ensure the eastern side is decimated, use every tool and weapon within your disposal including the selkath's kitchen sinks. We have faced laughable resistance and this padawan seems to be the only one who has given trouble. I will continue forward." The smile on her face while the golden scales of the hydra gleamed. Balaya was having fun now and moved it pumping and souring into the air. Their side seemed less defended but she saw it, the higher concentration of blackblades which meant Kaine, that made things easier. She saw smoke from explosions to the south and to the west was battling. The north seemed quieter as she directed her beast and flew the roar coming out of its mouth and tearing down before he snatched a republic soldier off a roof and both heads swallowed parts of him.

Then she could feel it while coming in, an apprentice she was alone and fighting one Balaya knew well. Who had already run from her soldiers and abandoned others to die down below the surface. It brought a chuckle to her face now as the shadow came from above with the thick skinned, two headed dragon grabbing a troopers to smear him. The beast rearing up on hind legs and showing its massive chest while she slipped off and spoke walking under the wardens cloak with the unseelie and horde still moving. She would need them to crash like a wave but the graug, blackblades, massassi, soldiers and vong served a stronger purpose. Their aiding her greys meant the strong team in sector five had the perfect cover. "Now there is a feeling I know very well, and here on Manaan of all places..... I barely recognized it with all the retreating and abandoning the jedi and soldiers to a watery tomb."

Balaya clapped her hands in amusements from under the dark blues of the cloak and just let her purple eyes glow under the hood, her pink skin obscured and weapons hidden underneath. The apprentice was there and the voice used no words. Just her dominance as a warlord to push and prod at her mind. Same as for the soldiers who wouldn't doubt or hesitate in her presence. Same as with battle lords in the past only she didn't need a ritual just proximity to eliminate doubts. "You have done well apprentice, holding your own against two jedi, most impressive. Granted one is only here because she ran away and abandoned many people to die slow deaths under the ocean but you have done well." Now her smile came while white teeth gleamed from under the massive hood. All near fourteen feet of her hidden beneath the cloak and large in the shoulder. "I recommend you run away again Corvus, just like on Zeltros and Ossus this fight you are severely outclassed..... and then I am here as well."

Elara continued to work, the reprogramming of the droid was taking slightly longer then they had planned and she was moving now. "Continue the work, we'll make sur this was is loaded up and return it had better be finished or my master is going to be very upset with you engineers." The threat was there and she looked at the repulsor sleds with the large war droid on it, even semi compacted it was still a massive beast they were moving through the streets as the vong reinforcements came in the form of orbital drops bringing more weapons and soldiers. The drop ships directing two to help them and the rest going to join up at the rift battle that was raging. The reports that fire walkers were soon to be incoming amused her as large firebreathing tanks would melt a few republic faces going on. The pathway towards the hangers was secured and they started moving on the sleds with the titan. "Lets roll out and get this back to Coruscant, they don't want their toys and we're taking them."
 
Location: Generator Room

Objective: Stranger Danger!!! Fight against Darth Carachity Crack and not become [member="Matsu Xiangu"]'s booty or [member="Vrag"]'s snack

Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"]

Allies: [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Qun Vell"]

Eyes widened in surprise only to crinkle in pain. A strangled scream left the blond slicer's throat only to be muffled by the Darth's hand. She tried to rip herself free. The brief physical pain wasn't her complete agony, it was watching Qun's pain from across the room.

Her best friend.

"No! Mffplease, mfflease, leavemffhimmffalone!" The muffled scream left her lips as the virus slowly worked through her system. A bony elbow jolted back into Carach's stomach on instinct, which she would quickly regret if he was armored. The droid powered down from across the room. She extended a hand for the shut-down lightsaber hilt in its claw.

Fingers trembled.

The hilt gave a few twitches but it wasn't enough. She was untrained and not supposed to be there. Anywhere but Manaan under siege.

Opening her mouth, she went to bite down on the sith lord's hand even as she felt the slow march of unconsciousness coming. She feared if she woke up again, she wouldn't be the same person.
 
LOCATION: Ahto City Proper - NORTH
OBJECTIVE 1 ( One ): Protect the Hyper-Buoyancy Generator from incoming Sith forces.
ALLIES: Republic & [member="Corvus Raaf"]
FOES: [member="Xhexania"] | [member="Darth Praelior"]
Music:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=nrfR87zYtl0
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Sera dropped her raised hand, letting out a much needed sigh of relief at Master [member="Corvus Raaf"] 's words. The day was far from over, but this situation would hopefully resolve itself soon enough. It had to, she didn't have much more energy left in her to continue any further. Her side burned, a mangled mess of improvised lightsaber cauterizing over jagged pieces of metal of varying sizes and shapes nestled deep into her skin and muscle. Blinking her eyes slowly as she tilted her head down in gratitude toward Master Corvus, "Thank you, master." The Jedi Master's words were comforting to hear, and she turned her focus towards the soldiers briefly, ensuring that they lowered their weapons as instructed.

Turning back to [member="Xhexania"], still behind her, Sera cracked a small, pained smile. "I know it doesn't mean much, but, thank you, Xhexania. I wish things could be different, but it seems The Force has its own plans for the two of us. I won't try and change your mind or views, no matter my feelings of The Sith or of the Dark Side, I respect you as a person. I suppose the next time we meet it will again be as enemies, but I am glad to have met you regardless." Sera motioned to the soldiers to stand aside, making a hole so that the Sith girl could pass through to the adjacent bridge and be on her way back to her master, [member="Matsu Xiangu"] . "As promised, you're free to go. Consider us even. We'll not pursue you, and you'll not be back-stabbed here, but once you are gone, you're on your own." She held her hand out to the human, half expecting Xhexania not to shake it, but felt it proper to offer it anyway.

Seemingly as she extended her hand to [member="Xhexania"], the voice of [member="Darth Praelior"] could be heard, and Sera turned her head back toward the Sith Lord, her eyes widening in disbelief. No...No...No no no no....Why? Not here...Not now...Why now? WHY NOW? A single, solitary moment of peace was about to be scattered to the wind, and Sera was in no condition to fight now.
 
Location: Ahto City Proper - Ahto City South

Objective: Kill.

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

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

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Her elbow met resistance in the form of the Yuuzhan Vong Crab Armour he had been wearing for the entire duration of this battle, Darth Carach was many a thing, but eventually he had learned that going into battle with only a robe (if that) wasn’t the best way to stay alive in this world. Her mind would be taken further and further into the deepness of the void, endless sleep, until her Master decided it was time for her to wake up again.

It was for her own good really, the technovirus was usually utilized for the creation of technobeasts, by forcibly altering the frontal lobe of the brain. Yes, that ain’t exactly a good thing for any sentient being, and it wasn’t what Carach was aiming for. In her sleep the virus would work slower, giving him the time to finish up his work here, so they could start her education for real.

Carach wasn't sure if the girl was lucky or if she had hidden talents, but her bite nipped straight into the softer part, between the beskar-parts of the gauntlet. A shot one out of hundred, the Sith Lord grimaced, but ignored the pain. There would be enough time to scream later, when this was all over and done.
 

VlPER

Victory is mine!
Location: Ahto City - East
Objective: Fight till the end
Allies: Republic / Jedi - [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
Enemies: Sith - [member="Darth Arcanix"] (Welcome to the party) | [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"] (Enough talk, time to play)

As a tidal wave of small debris was hurled in his direction, he reached out with the force a pulled up the only shield he could find, the body of Invicta. He cringed as he heard pieces of debris, weapons, and whatever was being thrown impact the body with a multitude of thuds. "My apologies my lady." He said ironically to himself finally in an audible tone. A couple bits and pieces managed to still impact Viper though, and he growled in pain as a rock hit his shoulder, and the tip of a random gun hit his lower leg. "Ok that's enough of that!" Viper said in an annoyed fashion before hurling the body at his opponent when she was done.

"You want them so badly you little hypocrite? Come and claim them. As far as I can see they are mine by right of victory. That is how you Sith tend to view things correct? Or does that only apply to you?" His words were meant as much of a challenge as anything else. Another warning began to sound off in his mind as he felt another wave of darkness heading toward his direction. It seemed the reinforcements on the way were not the kind he was wanting nor expecting. Surely there was someone that had seen their situation by now right? Surely someone was coming to aid them...right? Briefly he wondered if the other areas were doing worse they they were, but he quickly shoved the thoughts out of his mind. He needed to stay focused and use what little energy he had left to end this drawn out battle quickly.

"And trust me darlin'. I'll never claim to understand you. You don't seem to understand yourself with all your back and forth rhetoric." He began walking toward her, his eyes narrowed in a deadly serious way. "So have we had enough games? Are you ready to actually fight and try to avenge whoever it is you feel was wrongly taken from you after you people attacked us?" With a flourish of his sabers and a mock salute to his opponent, he force jumped the rest of the way to close the distance quickly. As he came down on her, both swords seemed to be ready to strike from high down on her head. At the last second though, his left blad would retract and move into a thrust like motion to her chest rather than a slash down on her head like the other blade.
 

Jsc

Disney's Princess
Location: Alto City South - Moving to Alto City West
Objective: Transistion to Western Frontier
Allies: Pubs, none
Foes: Sith, none

Karking spawn points. It did appear that upon arrival to the Southern Entrance that it had been obliterated. Or caved in, or smushed, or whatever. So Sam shrugged in her titanium armor and decided to heed the call to harass the enemy forces in the West. After all, they had Vong over there. Mmm. Crab cakes. Yummy.

Sam grabbed a disgarded vehicle and began her speedy journey into the Western Front of the battle. Luckily, the vehicle had a holotape player installed. Now she could listen to some sweet jams before dismounting into combat. Aww yeah.
 
Location: Ahto City - East
Objective (NPC fleet commander not in this post), elegantly bring down VlPER
Allies: [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]
Enemies: [member="VlPER"]

Moving as fast as she could, she was almost close enough to taste the Jedi's Force presence and she was getting more excited as he was clearly the source of the disturbance she had felt. Leaping on top of some rubble, she could see a Jedi dual-wielding blades leaping through the air towards someone that bore the colors and symbol of Darth Vornskr's personal forces. Even as she watched, his left blade retracted and it seemed he was going for a leaping stab and slash.

Well that just couldn't be allowed.

Raising her hand, she unleashed a blast of blue and purple Force Lightning at the Jedi, even as she ran towards the fight and with her other hand, she ignited her lightsaber. As she moved and the lightning traveled towards its target, she had a flash of inspiration, or maybe it was the Force suggesting a course of action. She could always use an enforcer, and breaking a Jedi Knight would certainly help advance her towards mastership.
 

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