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

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

LOCATION: Ahto City East
OBJECTIVE: 1; Thwack the Fool
ALLIES: Sith, Team V: [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Invicta Zambrano"] (Dead), [member="Darth Arcanix"]
ENEMIES: Republic, Jedi, [member="VlPER"], [member="Kiskla Grayson"]

Rule two of engagement: Control your emotions, do no let them control you. That was the thing most Sith didn't understand. They used their emotions- which could be good- but they let it get the best of them. Feelings were important. But they were not what mattered most- especially in fights. As angry as Ire was she did her best to think straight. Letting her rage guide her completely would be silly. Stupid even. Hm? Are you confused? Don't be. Though this woman carried the banner of one of the darkest of Sith Lords... she had been raised to be a semi-proper lady. Her upbringing had been a neutral one. Only in the past seven or so years had she started her dabbling in the darkness. Of course... she hadn't regretted it yet. Or at least not to the point where she wanted to stop! Heh heh heh! Now, let's get back to the action: This little Jedi was quite the talkative fella! It was starting to get... irritating. Quite so. And then he went and used Invicta's body as a shield! Not only was that insulting to the woman he fought, it was also a horrible thing to do in general! Using another person's corpse like a wall to hide behind... it was despicable. Little snakey was going to pay. "You're going to burn in hell for that." She didn't bother telling him what exactly he had done wrong. Should the boy have any sense of morality... he would know.

Once the body was in the air it started to slow. Instantly. Ire took a moment to guide it down gently with the force. Was this man really that willing to desecrate a dead body? This was awful! "You... are definitely going to hell." Despite her intense hatred for him she returned his bow... except she bothered to give a real one. Ugh, this peasant was pathetic. Did he really expect her to stand there while he leaped at her? How far away had he been anyway? With the grace of a majestic fething eagle she swirled to the side last second, her right blade pushing against that which attempted to stab her. Meanwhile the left was drawn across her chest to stop the other strike. Before she could do anything else a new figure emerged... another Sith. Damn it! Ire thought, scowling as she skid back. How would the boy react? Would he change his focus to the new opponent? Perhaps... Once again she begin to fling debris at him. This time she tried to get him at all angles... "There are no poor souls for you to protect yourself with. Show me what a Jedi can do!"

 

[VlPER]

Location: Ahto City - East
Objective: Is there one?
Allies: Republic / Jedi - [member="Kiskla Grayson"] (I think she's still here, right?)
Enemies: Sith - [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]

Before he could bring the force of his attack down on her fully, he was rudely interrupted by the arrival of another. She stepped aside and withdrew yet again. Typical. The force of the new arrivals attack pushed him off so that he collapsed to the floor in a painfully growling heap. Leaving the swords on the floor, he drew his normal sabers and reactivated them as he slowly got back up to his feet. An audible sigh escaped his lips as he gave his former opponent and the new one a disappointed stare. After a couple seconds he simply laughed.

With the next wave of cebris coming at him, he threw up another force barrier. But it didn't last. This was the reason he used the body. It was much less draining. But with her seemingly endless supply of trash to throw as she refused to actually engage he tried to brace the storm as best as he could. When the barrier failed, he turned around and let the debris impact his armor weave robe. It hurt like nothing you can believe, but it at least protected him enough to not be skewered. Though he imagined his back would be one ginormous bruise now.

This was the beginning of the end. He knew it. Viper was nearing the point of exhaustion, and as the fighting had continued, he had apparently moved farther and farther away from his former master as he didn't know what had become of her. It would seem he was very much on his own now with no hope of reinforcements from anyone. He could also sense the woman that just zapped him was much stronger than his first two attackers. He was tempted to try and fall back and regroup with others. But if nobody had bothered to come to his and the grandmaster's aid in all this time, things must be bad pretty much everywhere.

So instead, he simply resigned himself to fight till the end. "No. I think it's your turn to stop running away from the fight and do something meaningful for once. Actually on second thought, never mind. How about you just sit down and let a real Sith show you how to fight." He spat back at his first opponent. He turned his attention to the new arrival. He brought up his sabers in a true salute this time, but didn't bother to say anything. He was tired of talking to these people as their skewed logic was giving him a headache. Viper then gestured for one of them to attack, or hell both for all he cared.

 

[Spark Finn]

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"]

Eyelids began drooping. Outstretched arm going for her lightsaber involuntarily drifted back down to her side, suddenly feeling like it weighed a thousand banthas. Blue-gray eyes struggled to focus on Qun even as the distracting foul taste and smell of the Darth's gauntlet filled her mouth and nose.

"No, no," she muttered, thin shoulders slumping against the sith's armor. Gaze focused on the datapad in her abandoned bag across the room, near Qun.

She groggily strained one last time. Was this the will of the force Master Shule? Blond-haired head slumped back as her body stilled against the Sith Lord.

Her last image was of Qun's tormented face.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Ahto City - East
Objective: (NPC fleet commander not in this post), defeat a snake
Allies: [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]
Enemies: [member="VlPER"]

"I hope you can back up that bravado," Taeli said, using the Force to change her voice so it was a higher pitch and her hood would obscure her features somewhat. The Jedi before her was a fascinating subject, he was definitely brave and he had apparently dispatched the other body lying nearby as they were wearing the darker colors of the Sith.

Not even bothering to engage the Jedi with a single blade or with more words, she activated the second blade of her lightsaber and moved in for a quick barrage of attacks as her ally flung debris at him. Using the debris as additional ways to keep him off balance by nudging their trajectory with the Force, she unleashed a swirling barrage of strikes with both ends of her saber designed to disarm him and protect herself against other strikes.

Even as she attacked, she unleashed Force Lightning with her other hand, her yellow eyes blazing from underneath her hood.

 

[Jsc]

Location: Approaching Ahto West Bridge
Objective: 1. Dissuade Reverance from Kana
Foes Probably Nearby: Team R: Matsu Xiangu, Darth Praelior, Darth Nephthys, Darth Carach, Khallesh, Vrag, Vaermina, Ludolf Vass.
Foes Engaging: [member="Reverance"]
Allies Probably Nearby: Spark Finn, Qun Vell, Meeristali Peradun, Sanya Val Lerium.
Allies Engaging: [member="Kana Truden"]

Sam's vehicle spun through the air and smashed headlong into a group of Sith forces. Be they Vong, Zombie, or Trooper, Sam didn't know. She had departed the the doomed machine only moments before and let it spin it's hot terrible wheels forward into oblivion. Smash! Ooo. That'll teach them. Then she detonated the thermal detonator inside just for good effect. Boom! ...Goes the dynamite. Bye bye goes the bad guys. ...Sploosh.

Now on foot, the Jedi Knight Sam Jhovna came charging towards the bridgeway with glee and expectation. Somewhere around here another Jedi Knight was in trouble and her disruptor pistol had just the answer for that. Nothing a little pew pew couldn't handle. Now where was this disabled ally hmm? Ah. Sam locked onto Kana Truden's Force Signature and came a running. If any enemy troopers or crabby-cakes got in her way a Republic Gunship would no doubt sweep down to disuade them otherwise.

Reverance had plenty of time to notice Sam's approach. But that time was quickly running out.

 

[Ice]

Ignore

 

[VlPER]

Location: Ahto City - East
Objective: None
Allies: Republic / Jedi - [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
Enemies: Sith - [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]

"Well I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage Sith." He said as he fell back while parrying her strikes. "Its a shame you couldn't have been the first to engage me instead of what...the third? I'm afraid I'm not in the best condition to give you a run for your money. The amateur over there sure, but someone with actual skill..." When lightning was flung at him again though, he sidestepped out of the way and held his sabers up to intercept the offending bolts of lightning. "No thanks. Already cooked enough today."

He continued to talk a big game. But Viper new it was just delaying the inevitable. It was now two to one, and he was tired, his energy long since spent. His defense was growing increasingly poor with him barely able to keep up with her attacks. The constant flinging of debris by the other was only making it impossible to hold his ground. One such piece caught his leg and sent his collapsing to the floor as it swept him off his feet. He had had just about enough of the whiny whelp with her flinging crap his direction. Pulling out a thermal detonator, he activated it and hurled it straight at his second opponent with the force.

He then attempted a couple counter strikes against the new arrival as best as he could. A strike to the side followed with on from high. It was slow going though, and he doubted he'd break her defense.

 

[Qun Vell]

Location: Generator Room
Objective: Avenge Sparkey
Allies: [member="Spark Finn"] *Holds out hand to try and grab, falls just short*
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"]

Blue plasma skidded across the floor as the Sith Lord was silenced before he could say 'pain'. Qun was too drunk, too sad, too angry to consider any other course.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh mi gossh" Qun said as he realized he had just killed a man. A man that was literally unarmed and defenseless. Qun thought he could be a Jedi, thought he could make a difference, thought he could protect people. Instead his friend was dead, and he was a murderer. How was a drunk like him supposed to be a Jedi? How was a drunk like him supposed to amount to anything. Maybe if he hadn't have joined the Jedi Spark would've gotten better friends. Someone who could have protected her. Maybe she would've been alive right now. Tears began to flow again as the the rage quieted and sorrow rose.

But Death Cataract was still around, somewhere. And Manyshaven Pandaru was still fighting Nyphomaniac. Even if he couldn't consider himself a Jedi anymore. Even if he was a murderer and a failure perhaps he could help the Republic stop two Sith Lords. But . . . he needed more strength. He couldn't do this under his own power.

Pulling out another spare flask he popped the cap and began to chug the entire flask. In a moment he threw it on the ground, the hollow ring of it echoeing throughout the generator room before Qun began to feel a little woozy.

Ooooommmmfffff.

Qun passed out and landed on the ground with an audible plop. In a day and age without mass-distributed lightsaber resistant armor, five-headed snakes to take hits, and illusions to feth with everything Qun knew and loved, perhaps he'd have bested a Sith Lord this day. But instead he fell to the ground bleeding, poisoned, and broken, far worse a man than he was yesterday.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Ahto City - East
Objective (NPC fleet commander not in this post), defeat a snake
Allies: [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]
Enemies: [member="VlPER"]

Twirling her lightsaber to block his side and high attacks, she batted his pitiful attacks aside. She could tell from his body language, even without his words, that he was exhausted. That worked fine for her, she didn't care if her opponent was tired or not, she wasn't interested in a fair fight in the slightest.

"See to the body, I'll finish subduing him," she said to her ally, keeping her voice different than what she usually sounded like. Even now, she was beginning her plan.

She unleashed another barrage of attacks, drawing even more on the dark side to make her strikes faster and stronger with each pass. She was fully determined to simply overwhelm his defenses completely. If necessary, she would unleash the other aspect of her lightsaber, but she wondered if she would even need to resort to such a thing. Lightning played around her fingers, and her Marks of Darkness emerged around her eyes as she gorged herself on the dark side energy that was all around.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Ahto City Proper - Ahto City South

Objective: Control.

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

Foes: Republic/Jedi

And that was that, two Jedi Padawan down and one generator to go. Qun’s writer had a point, of course. In a fair world, in the world envisioned by Master Vanilla… things would have been different. But you know what they say, a fair Sith Lord is a dead Sith Lord and Darth Carach was not interested in becoming part of the later category.

By then detachments of the Royal Guard arrived onto the scene, with a few gestures of the hand it was made clear that both the padawans had to be taken away. Seperately and restrained, of course. They would be led away, onto ships waiting and taken off world, until the Voice of the Dark Lord had a better idea what to do with them.

Ideas were popping up, but the generator was pretty firmly on the first spot at the moment.

With Isolda-Neph fighting the horny cat, the Sith Lord was currently free to see what could be done about it. Royal Guardsmen and other army personnel started reinforcing the room against outside attacks, while the Voice of the Dark Lord closed his eyes and started focusing on the generator itself.

Some would simply have made it go boom, but Carach didn’t need to.

Instead he decided to jump into the machinery and halt it from the inside, cleaner, faster and less destructive overal.

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

Location: Ahto City - Hyper-Buoyancy Generator - IN THE GENERATOR CONTROL ROOM
Objective: Do Things to the Little Woman
Allies: TGR | TJO
Foes: TOS | [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Music: Hey Sexy by Die Antwoord

To say he didn't know exactly what it was he was getting into when he got ahold of the little woman was an understatement and unbeknownst to him, he was on the cusp of receiving a very vibrant education from the moment he used her to put a woman-shaped dent in the wall of the control room, when her living armour began to seize, crack and fall away on impact. A face was revealed, one of the palest he ever did see; a pitiful sight to see something so small and delicate scrape for air, culminating in a gasp - a sliver of remorse and hesitation surfaced in response to this vision before him, a duality of feeling that was quickly smothered by the rise of the Dark emanating from her. It was something he hadn't yet felt before. Not nearly so close.

It was then that his mind was invaded with wild, breathtaking imagery that he could not resist easily at all. It was a stun for its moments of impact that caught his breath in his throat until it passed, leaving him to gasp himself as the woman before him had done, his grip on her loosen just a little in the throes of that impression, his attention pulled to the fore once again only by the sound of hissing. Three heads there were, and strange it was to see them, but as a predator by nature himself he knew another primed to attack when he saw it... and he only did just as the three heads reared back and their acid came spitting forth - an action to which his response was to whip his head to the side, acid narrowly missing the corner of his right eye to instead land on cheekbone to eat through the very faint layer of fur and skin in a smattering of pockmarks; streaked up through his hair and scalp to the crown; the ear notched at the far edge where it was most cartilaginous.

All in all very painful, eliciting a long, agonized yowl from him and release of her form as he struggled to manage the pain not through the simplest methods of the Force, but by willpower alone - he had the wounds from his prior occupation that spoke to this end in some locations on his body - and rallied with a vengeance and fury in his eyes, raising up and crushing one head of the hydrastaff against the hard wall of the generator room with his large right fist, while the left seized another head to embed it in her pristine face as he saw those voided eyes, and heard the declaration loud and clear and stretched across his pysche:

P̪̣ͅṟ̠̫̞̞͙̥e̩̹ci͙̞ǫu͏͙̗̙s̖̯̟,̝ ͔̗͓̞̫ ̱̗I̠͔̯̘͇̟̙ ҉̺͈̣̭̯͉̙a̯̼͇̪͞m̳̮̳̺͕ ̪̻͞ḙ̬͓̭͍v͓̭̭͉͕͞e̱͙̞r̤̘̟͍͔̞y̶̫͕̲̜ͅwh͏e͍̲̮r̴̭͓̖̪̘e̡͇̙.̫​

But it was much too late to give him pause. Everywhere, indeed.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Ahto City – Generator Room
OBJECTIVE ONE: Assist Carach in deactivating the generator.
ALLIES: [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Vrag"] | Team R | Team H | Team V
ENEMIES: None engaged currently. Nearby: [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Qun Vell"]

How disappointing.

Matsu hadn’t forgotten that someone had shot at her with a turret on her initial approach to the bridge what felt like hours ago. But it seemed that she was a few minutes late, passing like ships in the night as Matsu entered the room and Finn left – she knew the presence linked by intent even as the girl was dragged from out of the room unconscious, her features seemingly still locked in despair and confusion. They would meet again surely, especially since Carach had done this.

The Sith Lord in question was standing a ways off by the generator. She made her way over, passing another of the Jedi being dragged off – and from this one the strong stench of alcohol – before drawing even on his right side. Even the effects of the stim-pack were wearing off as shock caught up with her. Jedi still prowled the halls but the Royal guard were doing their job, providing a line of protection that would at least give leeway should they have company, not to mention Vrag – an acolyte that had shown ingenuity and single-mindedness not unnoticed by Matsu. She wrapped a hand around Carach’s arm, leaning on him for support as she closed her eyes and joined her power with his to cut their work in half.

 

[Slate Estrada]

LOCATION: Ahto City Proper - NORTH
OBJECTIVE 1 ( One ): Protect the Hyper-Buoyancy Generator from incoming Sith forces.
ALLIES: Republic & TEAM BRAVO:
[member="Odeyseis"]
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
[member="Reid Anaxoid"]
[member="Ket Van-Derveld"]
[member="Nefertari Sovint"]

FOES: Team H [NORTH]:
[member="Darth Helios"]
[member="Skorn Draclau"]
[member="Nulgath Zardai"]
[member="Xhexania"]
[member="Ludolf Vaas"] (Do you want me to continue tagging you?)

The bridge falling had taken a large amount of the Sith's ground strength as well as boosting the Republic's moral. But now was not the time for celebration. The dropship could be seen in the distance, lowering down ready to drop the troops onto the ground but out of nowhere, disaster struck. Rockets shot from all directions rapidly approached the ship. The pilot had managed to dodge a few, however his efforts were in vain. Wave after wave of the rockets were fired until the gunship was nothing but a smoking ash pile.

It was hard to see how the situation could get worse.

"Can anyone on this channel hear me?" Slate's communication channel erupted into noise. What had previously been static was now replaced by a man's voice. "This is the acting commander of the Republic military ground reinforcements, we're heading towards the Ahto City generators pronto!" What the commander had to say was music to Slate's ears. " 'Bout time commander!" Slate began, shouting into the comm unit, "We're being overrun, but we'll hold of for as long as we can!" It was better for their reinforcments to be late rather than not come at all, and the delay showed just how bad the battle was out of atmosphere as well. All Slate and his men would have to do was dig in and keep their ground, if not them and everyone else on Ahto could die at the hands of the Sith.

It was now apparent that the ships coming down from orbit belonged to the Republic. Tens, hundreds, maybe even thousands were rapidly making their way to the city. Some dropships were shot down before they reach the ground, but the units that did reach the ground were still force to be reckoned with. Waves of dropships would continue until the streets were filled with R-10 Reliant-class Medium Tanks and Republic soldiers. Luckily for Slate and his men, the reinforces would arrive soon all they had to was hold off until then.

With the situation now improving, what came next was unexpected. Without warning the blast doors behind the soldiers opened up, revealing their open backsides to whatever lay on the other side. Before many of the men had any idea what was happening, a hail of red plasma started to pummel them. The inner turrets were firing upon them. Like lightning, Slate and some of his dwindling troops rushed to the edge of the blast doors. They were safe from the turrets but it also provided little cover from the Sith force still apparent at the other side of the bridge. Again, the situation was worsening.

“Control room? This is Estrada, there is still friendlies at the Northern blast doors! Stop firing the turrets!” The now sore throated Slate shouted into his comm unit attempting to reach the girl he had spoken to before. What he didn't know was who was on the other side was a Sith named [member="Vrag"] .

 

[Beowoof]

Location: Outskirts of Ahto City
Objective: Scout ahead and keep [member="Keanu Shan"] out of Sith hands
Allies: Keanu Shan; Republic ground forces
Enemies: Anyone who tries to shoot a bird out of the sky

"I copy, Chatter." Blue Five pulled her X-Wing out of decline and leveled off at about 500 meters elevation, noting the downed pilot's position and marking it on her computer. Then she proceeded ahead of him, cautiously sweeping over the city to see what had happened beneath the clouds.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

A major buzz was coming from the locale of the kolto facilities and the hyper-buoyancy generators, and as Sressechka made way in those directions, she spotted a gradually increasing amount of enemy ground troops mingling about in the streets. She thought to shoot--she really did--but it was a whole new thing to actually see the person one was killing. They were more real to her as she hovered onwards to the west, and she just did not have the nerve to take the shots. "I'd suggest not heading west, Chatter," she radioed. "There are too many to give you a chance."

She throttled on. Just a little further... Everything was destroyed. Only the generator house seemed to still be standing--a fading glimmer of hope. And the clash of that ancient weapon--the lightsaber--was clearly visible from her perch above. She began to head back to Chatter's landing spot, but more slowly this time, considering that her help was needed.

"Republic forces, this is Ensign Sressechka..." The twi'lek trailed off, feeling a bit awkward as most people seemed to expect everyone had a last name. "I'm in the lone birdy and am on standby until your commanding officer tells me to shoot." If she was brave enough to take the shot, that is.

 

[Vrag]

LOCATION: Ahto city - West [entering generator room]
OBJECTIVE:

• Obliterate remaining 'Pubs in the generator room
• Little pigs, little pigs...

ALLIES: Team R [ [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Reverance"] ] [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | Team H | Team V
ENEMIES: 'Pubs in the generator room [ [member="Meeristali Peradun"] ] ([member="Spark Finn"] & [member="Qun Vell"] ?) | [member="Slate Estrada"]

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It would be an understatement, saying that Vrag enjoyed her rage; the Sith wallowed in it. It could be quite disappointing, therefore, if there was an ever more dwindling supply of targets to unleash that anger upon. Her greedy blade would cut through armor, flesh and bone whenever she moved, her strikes deadly yet controlled. Vrag's usage of the lightsaber was a complete antithesis to the way she manhandled the Force, for the firrerreo never let her guard slip.

In truth, it wasn't hard mowing soldiers in close-quarters combat, not when they were outnumbered three to one and doing their pitiful best to use blasters in the narrow measure. The Royal guard had joined the initial wave of Vong, zombies and armored troops, turning the tide of battle even more in the favor of the One Sith.

Thus it was that the Acolyte found herself in a deceptive spell of stillness as combat shifted and moved away from her, the fighting mostly centered in the East end of the generator room, where team V still hadn't broken through. It was only because of the relative lull in her immediate surroundings that the firrerreo managed to hear the crackling of a comm. link that was not her own. A few seconds of rummaging though the nearby bodies revealed a handheld communicator which the Sith quickly pressed it against her helmet.

"This is generator room, we're being overrun by Sith!" Vrag improvised as she scrambled over warm cadavers and back to the turret controls. Her blue eyes darted across the display again as her mind raced, her mouth only a second behind.

"One of them bastards hijacked the controls, but I think I'll be able to override it... there!" It wasn't particularly hard to lie through the garbled channel full of static, and the battle raging around her would only serve to support the deception.

Her eyes remained glued on the screen, watching for any sign of movement from the heat signatures of the soldiers; if they retreated back into the corridor, Vrag had every intent to close the door behind them and reactivate the turrets.

 

[Reverance]

Location: Ahto West Central (look to header for specific location)
Objective: You put your right arm in, you put your left arm in, Rev takes 'em both. Vong gonna blow up a jenny.
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Darth Praelior"], [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Vaermina"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], @Khallesh
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Sam Jhovna"], [member="Meeristali Peradun"], [member="Sanya Val Lerium"], [member="Qun Vell"]
Theme:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIJx93DcId8​

NPC - Vong (240 Vong remaining total, not many zombies if any) - Generator facility, through the breach​

What happens when a dam is knocked loose, holding back the flood? Well...it...umm...floods. And in this case, it floods all vonginess and what not. The 190 had turned into 240, minus the numbers lost to that secondary turret before it's abrupt removal by some BA chick with one arm. And if it weren't for the tower shield building ability of a certain Vrag, they would be stuck with the capacity to go through the door one at a time. Without either limitation, the army trudged through the hallway like viscous oil, filling their container to the brim. Crab armors scrapped against the walls as they ran, a locomotive too big for the tunnel, as they emerged from it and dispersed through the generator room with the need for blood and a need for carnage. A few at the front lines slipped on zombie bits, sliding into defenders with the brute force of armor capable of withstanding most hand held energy weapons. Laughs belched from the remaining group, witness to such party fouls, as they fired upon anything not smelling of darkness, which was akin to pigs searching out truffles. The Vong weren't force sensitive and if put on the stand, couldn't define evil in any definitive terms. But they knew it when they saw it, learned capacity from constant proximity.

Between the attacks of the Sith Lords and the acid spitting, thud bug flinging, blast bug launching, razor bug tossing, zombie part smashing attacks of the Vong, the veracity of the hyper buoyancy system had to be dwindling at best. Such philosophical debates didn't tread so clumsily across the minds of the Vong Warriors. They were there to kill and mock chazrach at whips end, and they didn't bring any of those vile slave things to this shindig.

Reverance - Westernish side of the bridge (generator facility is all the way to the east)​

The bridge smelled of burned asphalt, that taste of static discharge filled the pores and gave odorous hints towards ozone and it's cyclical deformation. Heat rose from the cemented deck, giving rise to the mirage of air sheen from a distance. The carcasses of three downed dropships littered the engineered marvel in a staggered obstacle positioning, burning smells of metal and fleshed pinned against one another and filled the ascending smoke with delusions of grandeur and import. As if this smoke was set apart from the rest of the burning city, it lifted with hints of orange and red from a fire still burning, crackling logs turning over on themselves to capsize the ship in it's stationary form. Even with everything so still, the world moved and vibrated with explosions and crumbling cement and rubble, the roar of war angered Vong echoing against the city now falling to the wayside. And yet, with all the noise and audio stimulation, one could feel the cold absence upon the bridge, as if the receding tide had called all the shells and mermaids purses back into the sea, leaving nothing but a few scattered conch laid bare in the heat of the sun.

Gabriel marveled at Kana's determination. Even in using her off hand, he mentally progressed through a slow clap as he admired the willpower to remain in a fight that was obviously over. The opponent had withdrawn from the upward swing, evidently aware of the limbs obvious vulnerability for being chopped off. Nevertheless, having used his right hand for the ascending cleaving motion, he was primed for a rather effortless defense. As blade arced upwards, the Sith Lord rotated his wrist, towards the top of his forearm, and flexed the triceps to form rigidity in the right angle between forearm and bicep. Pushing his arm in close to his body, the blade formed a near horizontal block against the attack aiming at the right shoulder as he stepped back with a right foot, shuffling away from the Jedi Knight. That time, she had the appropriate hemisphere, but lacked multiple strikes. It was said that a Makashi master killed with a thousand cuts, and that was the mentality he followed.

Just as he stepped away, the flash of demise crossed his mind in predictive shatterpoint tingly sensations. Where he had only stepped back in two paces, he began a backwards run as he moved away from Kana Truden. Just across the bridge, a gunship ignited in it's own pool of fuel, sending what was left of the monster towards where Gabriel was once standing. As he cleared the wreckage zone, seemingly un-phased by his left leg wound, cauterized flesh stuck to burn pants just over the kneed, he slid to a stop before facing another female, one whom he could only presume was a Jedi. Upon his person, Gabriel donned torso, shin, and forearm armor of phrik, dallorian alloy, and armorweave. Upon the small of his back, a sheathed Sith dagger and spare lightsaber remained as his right hand held an ignited rancor tooth blooded blade saber, currently pointed towards the ground, his palm turned towards [member="Sam Jhovna"].

He smiled as his senses jumped about once more, neck bending into a crack, as he bared down on the Jedi Knight with his singular crimson eye. There would never be enough blood for this one, the taste and scent was always the morsel that preceded the meal. A hunger without satiation, he mentally prepared for either the notion of fighting this person singly, or juggling both jedi knights simultaneously. The potential for either would dictate his use of a secondary saber and the switch from Form II and Form V. Time would quickly tell which future laid before him.

 

[The End Narrator]

[SIZE=9pt]LOCATION: Somewhere in the ocean...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]OBJECTIVE: Fight back…and remind the Sith of who I am... [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ALLIES: The Force | [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [/SIZE][member="Dralshy'a"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Slate Estrada"] | Republic Forces
[SIZE=9pt]ENEMIES:[/SIZE] The Goddess | [member="Darth Isolda"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Vrag"] | One Sith Forces
[SIZE=10.5pt]MUSIC: Path to Darkness[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Trembling, she could feel her hands trembling as they held the same knife that pierced her body. The knife that belonged to [member="Matsu Xiangu"]. Crimson ebbed behind the blade and encased her hands as she stared at it for a moment, and then let it go. It would fall effortlessly into the void, leaving behind a trail of blood and small bits of tissue. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]‘No, I won’t give in…’ She screamed out to the darkness in her mind, only to receive a sinister laughter in return. A laughter that belonged to [member="Darth Isolda"] no doubt. She could feel her in her mind, she could barely make her out, moving back and forth. How could she? Aaralyn’s consciousness blackened as Isolda spoke, echoing the sentiment of the Goddess.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=27pt]P̪̣ͅṟ̠̫̞̞͙̥e̩̹ci͙̞ǫu͏͙̗̙s̖̯̟,̝ ͔̗͓̞̫ ̱̗I̠͔̯̘͇̟̙ ҉̺͈̣̭̯͉̙a̯̼͇̪͞m̳̮̳̺͕ ̪̻͞ḙ̬͓̭͍v͓̭̭͉͕͞e̱͙̞r̤̘̟͍͔̞y̶̫͕̲̜ͅwh͏e͍̲̮r̴̭͓̖̪̘e̡͇̙.̫[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=10pt]The darkened green swirl would continue to flow in and out of her body, as she was tormented by the Chosen of Vahl from afar – perhaps only for that brief moment – even so the voice of the Goddess would continue to torment her. It would continue to try to break her and bend her to the will of fire and destruction, to bring her back into the folds of Chaos. Aaralyn would relent and would cry out to the Force, begging for the death that was no longer an option.[/SIZE] She feared the goddess of fire and destruction, she feared becoming a weapon of destruction for her twisted vision – another toy in the box of goodies that [member="Darth Isolda"] kept lying around. No, she would rather die than have that. [SIZE=10pt]She could feel her airway open up further than it had, allowing for deeper breaths. She would spit up excess blood that had filled her lungs as wounds began to close. She would gag as the iron taste filled her mouth and overcame her senses and her nostrils. She could feel sensation returning to her side once more, a tingle draining down into her legs as the nerves began sending impulses to the brain and the muscles were again functioning as they were supposed to. [/SIZE]

Alarms began blaring in her ears as the oxygen sensors in her reservoirs began reading critically low levels. She apparently had punctured one of them on her fall downwards and in turn, lost over 65% of her supply. [SIZE=10pt]The embrace of darkness would ensare her, and hold her tightly for a moment in it's embrace. It was choking embrace, one to which Aaralyn struggled against time and time again. She could almost feel the sneer of the dark side against her flesh. A burning torment - but no - wherever there is darkness, light is sure to be there. Somewhere in the depths of her chaotic, fearful mind, it was there. She could feel the pindrop of harmony against the sea of mayhem. [/SIZE]

Spoiler

Light of the Force

[SIZE=10pt]‘Focus.’ [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333330154419px]She muttered through blood and spit. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]‘Feel it...’ [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333330154419px]She would reach out with her senses, and with her soul. The very core of her being stretching to it's limits to expand that minuscule gap of light and as soon as she embraced it, allowing it's illuminating tendrils to encompass her spirit - it exploded in a fiery blaze of brilliant wrath. The darkness was swept away from her body and from her mind. Her[/SIZE] eyes snapped open and she screamed at the top of her lungs, a rippling sound that resonated through the depths of the ocean. An explosive wave of Force energy emanated from her form and sent the darkened green mist spraying upwards in a haze. Aaralyn resisted the urge to struggle towards the surface and instead, allowed peace to embrace her form. She closed her eyes and extended a hand slowly upwards towards the mass of life she felt through the Force. A wounded spirit, a confused presence in the vast expanse that was the Force. As she touched its mind, she knew it would stir, a flash of anger – perhaps?


[SIZE=10pt]With each call to the Force, she would soothe its fears and its anger, as if she were a nurturing mother tending to a crying child. She would summon the beast to her, sending gentle missives into the mind. She could feel the wounds that were inflicted by [member="Sarge Potteiger"] and the anger it had caused the beast who had been brought to this strange place against its will. A mental backlash caused her body to stir, but she continued to press, soothing the beast – pleading for its aide. She had seen her father befriend Rancors and walk amongst them as if they were humans. She would depict herself as a mother-esque figure in the mind of [/SIZE][member="Dralshy'a"], wounded by those in the city above – by the One Sith. Mental missives, images would flash through its brain of various targets and individuals as best she could remember – specifically [member="Matsu Xiangu"]. The symbol of the One Sith would burn into the very primal portions of the beasts mind, and denote anger and destruction. Their crimson lightsabers, their walkers, their disgusting usage of the Yuuzhan Vong as troops.

[SIZE=18pt]All of it.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10pt]She felt a movement, perhaps to drive her to the surface? It didn’t matter, nor did she care – all she did was focus the Force into this beast and make it understand that she was its ally and it needn’t be afraid or angry. [/SIZE]

 

[Lara Zambrano]

Location: High Orbit, Manaan.
Objective: Survive?
Allies: [member=Mordecai Zambrano]
Foes: Currently unknown.

Time had passed extremely slowly since Lara was forced to leave Lok behind. For a mattress that was as soft and comfortable as it was beneath her, she found herself haunted by the Lion's flare of anger she had been forced to acknowledge before he disappeared into the darkness of space within his escape pod. The image lingered when she tried to close her emerald green eyes to sleep. Sometimes she'd managed to ignore Lok, and catch up with a few minutes of sleep. That was until of course the ship jerked sideways due to the rapid movement of hyperspace. She found herself rolling back and forth within the bedroom quarters situated to the left of the small freighter's hallway. She had entrusted Lucky to navigate the ship during it's descent through hyperspace, until they would arrive at Manaan. She hoped they would arrive soon, she wasn't use to sleeping in a ship, and all she craved for once was to feel the ground beneath her feet, a hot meal and a warm bed. Lok's credit chips would come in handy for that.

Lara had spent a long time looking at the holomap infront of her, within the console of the cockpit. It had filled the space infront of her in a large hologram, and allowed her the option to see the galaxy's planets and various hyperspace lanes that would lead her to these destinations. Lok had mentioned Coruscant to her, and that was the original plan. However, if she wished to avoid having the bounty hunters and him following her - she needed to go somewhere completely different to keep her head down and decide the next best course of action. And the best planet Lara decided upon was Manann.

Manann, from the brief description which had been logged within the codex of the holomap, seemed to be the homeworld of the Selkath species. It was overall an aquatic planet in the Pyrshak system and seemed to be known as being the only planet to find kolto. She had seen it once or twice in the markets with Gabriel, but they had been set at such an extraordinarily high price, she was sure the drunk nautolan would never succeed in selling it. The planet itself seemed pretty isolated, minus those whom lived on-world there. Isolation was all she required right now until she decided her next few steps carefully. Lara attempted to close her green eyes again, until another sudden jerk made her fall out of the warm and comfortable bed entirely. Darkness shrouded her, and she found herself looking around in fear of what had just happened.

That was until she realised the blanket had fallen over her head.

She was sure she could feel a warmth rush to her cheeks in embarrassment for how easily she found herself feeling fear recently. I suppose that is what adventure does to young explorers. Her long blonde hair was brushed aside from her eyesight when she pushed herself to her feet. She disposed of the blanket upon the bed, until the ship continued to rock from side to side, growing quicker in an unpleasant rhythm. What the heck was Lucky doing? Lara pulled on her large green jacket to cover her knee-length white dress, and ensured her slightly to big brown boots were on. Most importantly she carried her backpack with her always, in which kept her posessions safe, including her book The twenty wonders of the galaxy. Once Lara was sure that she had everything she would need to go and see what the little astromech droid was doing, she wandered off tiredly to go and find out what was going on.

The windows were no longer illuminated by a bright array of colours of the surrounding galaxy, and instead had been replaced with utter chaos. Extremely large ships were firing upon each other, with smaller ships spinning and spiralling amongst each other, playing a game of cat and mouse until one was unfortunately caught and blew up in a bright flash. Lara could not move, she felt herself stuck on the ground like a statue. Everywhere she looked, was complete and utter distress, pain, suffering and..death. What the heck is going on? Am I dreaming? She turned around and ran through the hallway with much balance as she could manage with Lucky's steering to avoid any incoming blaster fire.

"Lucky?!" She squeaked loudly, and found herself practically falling through the door if she had not caught the ledge nearby from a shot hitting the main engines of the freighter. Alarm bells were ringing and screeching loudly, and for a moment Lara found it hard to think, speak, or even breathe. The warnings were saying something about how the shields were to damaged to support the vessel anymore, and they had just been hit..while they were getting dangerously close to one of the large ship she wanted nothing more than to avoid.

"Lucky! You need to get us out of here!" She screamed desperately, as the ship continued to spiral out of control, it was a nightmare. A terrible, terrible, nightmare happening far to quickly. Smoke was billowing from the engine, and clouded the vision of Lara to see exactly what was happening. As much as she tried to keep ahold of the ledge to support herself, the quick movements of the vessel made it so she was forced to let go.

Thump.

For a moment, Lara couldn't hear the screaming of the alarm bells, she couldn't see the hell in which was unfolding infront of her, and she didn't find herself thinking about Lucky, Lok, or even Gabriel. She was just alone..falling into darkness. Was she dead? It didn't seem so..she could seen grey and white outlines of the chairs..and the consoles, and Lucky too. A loud whistle was escaping from her friend, one that she had never heard so full of fear before. She tried to open her mouth, she tried to do something, anything but she couldn't. She couldn't do anything. The freighter that carried young Lara and Lucky had managed to make a daring crash...right into the Phobos' hangar. She felt the burning of her skin from the explosion, before the piercing of the cockpit's window burst open, when she crashed through it. Everything well and truly went black, at this point.

[member=Sabena Shai] [member=Lira Dajenn] and [member=Sciath]

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

[[Been two days, moving on. ]]

Location: Ahto South, Entering Generator Room
Objective: Find out what's inside here
Allies: [member="Meeristali Peradun"] Pubs
Enemies: One Sith

Sarge stood still, the Force Push clearing away enough debris to open up a passage to the other side. There's a pause, as if he's expecting the way to collapse further, but when it doesn't, he turns his back on [member="Vaermina"] and climbs through, finding himself in a large generator room with lots of fighting going on. Interesting. "I am become Death..." he mutters into his helmet, looking around, glowing light of his halberd almost blinding from the corruption of the individuals around.

 

[VlPER]

Location: Ahto City - East
Objective: Call in reinforcements
Allies: Republic / Jedi - [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Slate Estrada"]
Enemies: Sith - [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]

Over his comm he could hear something about reinforcements. He grabbed it really quick and replied before he lost his chance. "Commander! This is Jedi Knight Viper! I don't know how things are at the other generator access points, but I'm practically holding on my own over here at the east side. Repeat east side! Request reinfo---" His request was cut off as the Sith in front of him unleashed another barrage of deadly strikes. He may fall, but hopefully reinforcements would now arrive...some time today. He again parried her attacks as best as he could as he continued to back up. Finally hitting the outer wall of the generator room with no where else to go, her next strike knocked a saber from his hand.

His breathing was heavy now as he stared down his opponent. "Go ahead. Finish this already. Help is on the way, and you'll be stopped soon enough. I've done my duty. You have come to late." He said with a tired smirk on his face.