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

[Sabena Shai]

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

The catwalk slammed on the ground directly below it. There was a crunch as Trisha’s body was crushed. Sabena saw [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] fly out of the way. Her eyes continued to dart back and forth from Mordecai to the catwalk - trying to absorb as much information as she can.

From the corner of her eye, she saw [member="Sciath"] charge for Mordecai. She noticed [member="Lira Dajenn"] keeping a tether on the Sith Lord as well. Then, she looked back at the pile of the catwalk.

Instead of joining with her allies, Sabena dashed toward the rubble. She slid under Lira’s glowing lightwhip when she reached it. Then, she quickly recovered and got back on her feet. She continued toward the catwalk rubble - staring intently at it.

It would appear as if she posed no immediate threat to Mordecai.

Then, an explosion tore through the hangar due to [member="Lara Zambrano"]. The shockwave knocked Sabena to the ground. She barely had enough time to extend her hands to break the fall. Her lightsaber escaped her hand and slid under the York-Coral rubble before her. She recovered and continued to push toward the Yorik-Coral - continuing her search.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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

Taeli let out a high pitched and cold laugh as he spoke about reinforcements, she wasn't too concerned right now.

"Indeed, it is over," she said, reaching out with the dark side in an almighty surge and gripping him around the throat. Constricting his airway, she leaned in and whispered, "You assume I'm interested in the generator, but truth be told, it's already lost."

With one hand, she reached into her hood and tapped where her ear was, indicating a comlink earpiece.

"We already control the generator room, and now I believe it is time for you to sleep. When you awake, well . . . I think things will have changed for you."

She increased the pressure on his throat, making sure that the last thing he would see were glowing yellow eyes from beneath a black hood.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: Ahto City Proper - Ahto City South
Objective :

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

Allies: | Darth Nephthys | [member="Vaermina"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Viktor Romanov"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]
Foes: Republic/Jedi [member="Meeristali Peradun"]
Music: Imperatrix Mundi


The aquatic Yuuzhan Crab armor would continue to break apart, revealing a dark alchemized armor underneath. The smirk would not fade, instead it grew wider at the press of acid that would melt flesh with a sizzle and a pop.

Yet the smug nature of the petite young woman would not last, for the Felacatian most assuredly had claws. He'd grab the Hydra, shoving it straight to her face as if to attack. A jerk of her chin would lift her face in defiance, a mental projection of a telekinetic grip ramming to counter the Yuuzhan Vong Beast, the sheer power of the immense telekinetic grip keeping the snapping Hydra head at bay.

However, while it would protect her from the bite -- it was too late in this close proximity to delay the spat of acid that would splatter in a mirror like quality across her cheek and into the dark straight strands of inky black hair. It was as if @Meeristali Peradun were looking into a rather gruesome mirror, pain shooting across the woman's visage.

The acid from the Hydrastaff would start to react on them both, and in that agonizing pain the visage of the young Vahla would shift, contort, and then another all together took its place.

That of the Eye of the Dark Lord.

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"[SIZE=medium]T͠em͢p͞er ̵te̶mpe̕r̸, ̴m̕y͠ pet̸.͘ ̢W͟e ̨are jùst ͘get̸t̛i̶ng̀ ̢s͏tart̷ed͏,̡"̕ A sneer would echo at the Felacatian, her voice a polyphonetic sound of many voices. Then just like that, her power would surge and shift, recoiling around her. Then in a massive burst of energy would shove against the hard rippled corded body of the broad shouldered male, a Force wave intending to get him off of her and flung back into the generator itself.[/SIZE]

If successful, the Darth would drop to her feet, a chuckle bubbling forth as the Vessel of the Eye of the Dark Lord would look upon the Jedi Knight with a predatory expression.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: streets of Manana [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]: transport prisoner [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies:James Mathison, Corvus Raaf [/SIZE]
Enemies: Bucket heads & the one sith

After sanya pulled her hood back up she looked up to [member="James Mathison"], they where both in thought weather to try find out the information there self, but that would be pointless as nether have had much or even any experience with. five minutes in of silence from both the communicator from the unconscious soldier started going off "squad 527 report" there was a brief pause filled with static "squad 527 report" another brief moment passed and his com popped with a small spark. knowing there soon will be a scouting party to find the soldiers sanya thought of a plan, with the republic troops scattered her best option would to find Corvus , knowing there will be republic forces with her that can take custody of the sith soldier. as she rises her head to look at James once more she said in confidence "I'm going to take the prisoner to Corvus she will know what to do"


she walked towards the entrance of the ally to see if there was a speeder still intact "James there is a speeder that seems fine I will use that to get him the fast" knowing that there will be troops flooding the area soon, this seemed the best plan of action. they both pulled the body into the back seat of speeder, once there she checked his pulse for the final time and made sure his hands and feet remaind bound together, his pulse seemed to have stabled to the normal rate and there was no way he could move.

James kindly opend the drivers door for sanya "thank you for all you have done" as she sat down she pulled off a panel from the center of the dashboard and flicked two cables together. a split second after the loud roar of the engines stared before toning down to almost silent. "get in I will drop you off on the way, back to your post" the drive was short but it got him out of harms way. James left the speeder but before he left sanya said with concern and caution "be safe will you. I've become to trust you and that's a rare thing. may the force be with you my friend" James closed the speeders door and made haste.

sanya started driving towards [member="Corvus Raaf"]'s position on the way she open a secure channel to her "Master Corvus I'm eta 5 minutes with a prisoner I will need someone to take custody of him upon arrival. I will explain the situation when I'm there"

the streets seemed empty but sanya remaind vigilant Incase of an ambush but at the speed she was going it wasn't likely. the scenery was but a hectic blur that mesmerized he. trying to remain focused the solider had let out a groan. he was waking up.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Location: The Phobos
Objective: Ensure the safety of the Lost One
Daughters: [member="Lara Zambrano"]
Foes: [member="Lira Dajenn"], [member="Sabena Shai"], [member="Sopher"]

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While that smirk that stretched his features had been long lasting, it was quickly turned into a frown once emerald eyes caught sight of a Jedi Knight consumed with a resolute determination to either cleave this Sith Lord in half or pound his face in. He beheld blonde locks and his churning face told Mordecai that he was more than just a simple man on the inside. He was something more than just a mere face in the crowd; more than just a soldier sent to fight for those who weren't even thankful for his service. Indeed he was a worthy opponent, much more so than the likes of which he'd ever seen before. All of these Jedi were.

The lightwhip's tug pulled his legs out from under him and he came crashing down to the ground with a hearty thump just as twin lightsaber blades roared against his waist. Pressure was only felt for an instant as the alchemized hide of both Terentatek and Beskar worked to serve their wearer as best as they could. Judging by the way he held his blades, the man holding them surely wouldn't be affected too much by the recoil, but the Dragon Lord would.

"Why fight, Jedi? Peace cannot be accomplished by bloodshed!"

Mordecai snarled as the exterior of his body and hands swiftly became consumed in searing hot flames. Whilst the armor nullified the use of any altering to his physical being, it was quite capable of being used to turn the air around him into fire without burning him or causing him to choke on smoke. He was not just an Epicanthix. He was a proud, noble, wise, and simple beast of wing and claw that his brethren were. It was rumored that his previous life had been spent as the soul of an Arkanian Dragon, and he intended on living up to that reputation.

The blast of flames surged away from his body and instead shifted their charred delight to envelop his new foe when a presence assaulted his mind. It was distinct and broke through his thoughts and visions of rendering this poor soldier useless; nothing but charred flesh and saddened soul drifting away from a charcoal cadaver. The crimson embers faltered as tears welled up in emerald spheres. It was her.

She was the only reason that kept his heart beating.

She was to be at the peak of his desire. Lonely, weary, tattered.

She was what he had wanted most in life.

She was his love and hope.

She was his atonement for the crimes he had committed.

Yet, as he stood there committing one more, her crumpled and bloodied body rolled into sight. The torn scraps of her dress and the dirtied locks of her twirled about as she fell into a heap of fire and wreckage. Mordecai's breathing slowed and body went numb. Sweat beaded upon his brow and the weariness of his muscles were lifted away as if an angel had caressed them.

Mind blank, he surged forward to wrap his hands around the cord of the lightwhip and wretch himself free with every bit of strength he could muster. Between rolling his legs and the incessant tampering of his gauntleted fingers, the cord soon unraveled and he was on his feet. If the young man had not been fazed by the flames or the explosion, this would've been the optimum time to strike.

"Lara.."

The words escaped his lips as a whisper just as he broke into sprint.

 

[Keanu Shan]

Location: Eastern side of Ahto city
Objective: Survive
Allies: [member="Sressechka"]
Foes: Sith
"Blue Five, I need you to find the closest dropship that i can "borrow" Once you find it if you could get me some directions that would be great." Keanu then double checked his weapon and made for an shop to hide in. The door was locked, so he forced it open, once inside he found a family of natives cowering in terror under the table. He reassured them that even laying down his weapon on the sill. He settled down to wait and take stock of his position. He needed to think this out before he tried something rash.

 

[VlPER]

Location: Ahto City - East
Objective: None
Allies: Apparently none
Enemies: Sith - [member="Darth Arcanix"]

Viper began to choke as his airway was constricted by her outreached hand aided by the force. Her whispered words caused his body to tense up as he began to resist her affect on his throat. A saber came flying at her side as he defiantly said, "You lie! If it was lost, you'd be sinking with me right now." Any further words were chocked off though as he no longer possessed the strength to resist.

His vision grew dark as he tried desperately to stave off suffocation. In the back of his mind, he pondered if it was true. For a moment, he wasn't sure which was the worse thought. That he was abandoned by the republic and his fellow Jedi, or the generator room was lost. He discarded the thought as selfish realizing of course the generator room being lost was worse. But it still didn't help the feeling of abandonment that was now going through his mind.

It would have at least been nice to have heard back from the commander...even if it was just to know help was on the way. He stared back into those cold yellow eyes as she continued on. Barring his teeth at her for a moment, he spat in her face. A few seconds later his eyes rolled back into his head as he fell unconscious.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Ahto City - East
Objective: Move her prize off-world
Allies: One Sith force [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]
Enemies: None now except generic Republic solider 1, etc. (sorry [member="VlPER"], but its to the dungeons for you!)

Taeli blocked his last feeble attack and scowled as his spit splattered across his face. As his unconscious form collapsed to the ground, his remaining lightsaber clattered next to him. Wiping the spittle from her face with her sleeve, she turned her lightsaber blades off for now and advanced towards the prone figure to check his vitals.

He would live and now she could begin the plan that focusing into her mind now. Collecting the Jedi's two lightsabers, she stowed them away in her hooded cape's pocket and used the Force to levitate his body.

Pressing the comlink in her ear to activate it, she said so that the nearby Sith could hear, including Darth Vornskr and her ally if they had earpieces, "The dual-wielding Jedi has been subdued, will be transporting him off-world. Moving to an LZ now."

Keeping his body out in front of her, she started walking back the way they had fought, using the Force to kill any Republic soldier that approached her. They were insignificant next to the prisoner she now had, and she fully intended to break this Jedi and turn him to the dark side, no matter how long it would take her. Her apprentice might be interested in participating in the process too.

"[member="Sophie Gustav"], when you are done playing with the Republic, meet me at the LZ in Ahto East, I found what I was looking for and it will be a most interesting experience."

 

[Allyson Locke]

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


Focused the blades struck at the waist of the Sith Lord, armor he had recognized from afar. Now that he was close up he was able to remember and to see that his sabers did nothing to the man. They crashed against the armor and when Sopher realized they did nothing. Fire and the heat coming from the man quickly triggered Sopher to go on the defensive. The blades switched off and arms crossed in front of his face. A quick force barrier spread enough to block most of his body from the fire. He allowed the power of the blast and the blow from the ship crashing into the hanger to throw him backward against the nearest pile of rubble.

His body crashed into the debris and he groaned as every part of his being surged with pain. Focusing on once again enhancing his body with the Force he watched as the Sith Lord ignored the three Jedi and headed towards the area where the ship or whatever was impacted with the hanger. His vision slightly blurry he frantically searched for his allies, though his focus was Sabena. The girl had shown him kindness when he didn’t deserve it and the least he could do was make sure she survived this invasion.

Seeing where she was, Sopher decided to not draw attention to her by calling her name or moving towards her. Keeping the girl in the corner of his eye, he looked towards the Sith Lord who broke out into a run. Not charging him this time he moved closer to him at a steady walking pace. Blades still in his hands, he knew it wouldn’t do much, so he clipped them to the straps on his thighs and continued to move. If he was going to get through that armor to the soft center of the Sith he would have to punch his way through. Rage burned through him as the Sith spoke of Peace. “There’s no peace for the Sith.” Continuing to move closer he kept his eyes on Mordicai.

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Location: Ahto City - East
Objective: Aid Master
Allies: One Sith forces, [member="Darth Arcanix"]
Enemies: Republic Force

After escaping the pod and seperating from her Master Sophie had not done much aside from reconing the nearby area for at least a mile while dealing with any resistance she happened upon. Most of those she'd come across were straggling teams of Republic soldiers, easily dealt with thanks to the force or a quick sneak attack with her stolen lightsaber. Using the force she did what she could to avoid being detected or running into any Jedi that might have been on the surface. She didn't want to go against any of them at the risk of her being alive be revealed to the Jedi order. A time a place would be done for that. For now it was just a matter of staying in the shadows.

When her master had called for her SOphie wasted no time and hurried to the LZ where she waited. She used the force speed to increase her pace while making sure to avoid being spotted. The less time being caught up with cutting down Republic pawns the better. Once she'd made it to Ahto East, where her master waited, she stopped and took a moment to regain herself before awaiting her master's word.

 

[Avalore Eden]

Location: Ahto City Library
Objective: Help the locals evacuate.
Allies: The Galactic Republic, [member="Hal Terrano"]
Enemies: The One Sith, pandemonium
WARNING: HERE BE SLOWER POSTERS

Stained Healer robes all but forgotten, Avalore traipsed down the Library entrance steps two at a time, narrowly avoiding a nasty spill when the ground gave a thunderous tremor beneath her. The sound of war filled her ears and all around her was smoke and blasterfire. She could see off in the distance, the fireflies of lightsabers dancing through the smog. Red, blue, green ... impossible to tell who wielded which - there simply wasn't a precedent for color on sides anymore; a frustration she'd encountered at other battles.

"Wait! Wait!" her words barely sounded over the cacophony of nearby explosions. Avalore flew down the remainder of the steps and leapt over a stone wall lining a decorative garden to catch up to the group of Republic military officials escorting an injured man away from the noise.

"I'm a Jedi Healer! Wait, please! Let me help-"

"Jedi Healer?" one man looked over his shoulder, ashen-faced and wide-eyed, "thank the Gods! Here, put him down, put him down."

"What's happened to him? Is anyone else hurt?" she dropped quickly to stoop by the body and began checking the man's vitals.

"He got caught in a collapsed building - we had to amputate on the spot to get him out, was all we could do to stop the blood. We didn't have the time. The Sith came out of nowhere!"

"No one expected them," Avalore replied, a deep frown on her face, "where are you taking him? How far?"

"The evacuation point, five blocks down. Most of the ships have left, but there's a few Republican military escorts waiting to take out anyone else we could find."

"Was there anyone else left?"

"The rest of our team was working on extracting a few people from one of the local shops in the same building-"

"Go and help them, I'll take care of him."

"But you're all alone..."

"No I'm not, I have another Jedi Knight with me, he's just up in the library," Avalore glanced over her shoulder and back up the steps, "he'll be out any second now."

Come on Hal,

She couldn't help the tightened grimace on her face as she began pulling supplies from her Healer's satchel, "Just go, we'll be fine."

I need you.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location 3: Ahto City Proper-North
Objective: Destroy the Hyper-Buoyancy Gnerator
Allies: [member="Darth Praelior"]
Enemies: Republic, [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"], @Corvus Raff

The young Sith from Dagobah listened to the words of this Jedi Master and when she finished, Xhexania stared at her in disbelief. Xhexania was outnumbered sorely and they were letting her go, no fight, no fuss. Only preaching. "I do not need another reminder of saving her life. I did not do it because I cared about her well being. She was a distraction that granted me an opportunity and I took it. I could have left her to die in the facility but that would have robbed me a chance of facing her again," Xhexania said as she flexed her left hand, slowly moving it toward her hilt. She did not trust the Jedi, that much this woman got right. "Regardless of what my Master will do, I see no honour in killing the wounded. When I kill this Twi'lek Jedi...and make no mistake...I will...it will be when she is at full strength."

Xhexania shot her cold gaze at the Twi'lek Jedi and was about to speak then let her words fall silent when the hand of her enemy extended toward her in a gesture of mutual understanding of what they went through. Her whited out eyes looked down at the hand and with her left hand, gestured it away. Xhexania caught a glimpse of a shadow overhead and before she could fully commit to what was there, a massive two-headed monster clasped a Republic soldier in its razor sharp claws and torn him to pieces. Then before her eyes a Sith Lord emerged from nothingness and praised her in one breath while disrespecting the female Jedi Master in another. Xhexania smiled.

"Kill them all," she ordered her puppet soldier and pressed the activation stud on her weapon, pointing the crimson tip of her blade inches away from the Twi'lek Jedi's lightsaber holding hand just as her soldier unleashed several blaster shots, killing his comrades. Locking her gaze onto the Twi'lek's surprised eyes, she said, "Surrender now, Jedi. Any attempt to resist and I will add both your lightsaber and hand to my collection."

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

Location: Ahto City - Hyper-Buoyancy Generator Control Room
Objective: Get Hurt, Get Revert
Allies: TGR | TJO | [member="Sarge Potteiger"]
Foes: TOS | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | Hyper-Buoyancy Generator

An eye for an eye, it could be said. While the effect intended was not what came to pass, the result of his thoughtless decision to use the Vong construct against her effectively did to this petite Sith what he had just suffered. They were equal in that respect, but once again there was more of the unexpected that would occur, making this day one of the steepest learning curves the still-new knight had experienced in all the time since he had made the decision to become Jedi - the face he had seen in his mind surfaced, overtaking the no-longer pristine features of the little woman. And that face? That face?

That face spoke, not with one voice but many, and it was one of the stranger sounds his ears had ever had the opportunity to take in. The burning emotions that roiled in him, they that pushed him to the course of action he had just taken could not account for the next moment when the Force hit him not unlike a ton of duracrete would at a significant velocity, sending him flying back and there was little he could do to stop it. There was nothing graceful about the path he cut through the air and while he could do nothing in the scant moment it took his body to travel from Point A (in front of the little woman) to Point B (making cozy with the generator) to change his trajectory, he could mitigate the resultant feel of his impact to some degree; this was not so much to lessen the effects but to increase his withstanding of it, a method he had learned from that old farmer.

His body hit the generator, shoulders striking with the upper back in quick succession - his head was spared, though barely - and it knocked the wind right out of him, doubtless causing some fracturing (but not utter breaking) of bone in the ribs, as well as bruising of it, muscle, and lung. He had no control over how his own body acted next, as it slipped from humanoid to felinoid upon crumpling to the ground that sprawled out from the generator itself. Stunned again, he was still for a moment or two before he rattled his feline head, but this was far worse than what the effects of those minor forays into his mind had achieved, his attempt to rise to what was now four legs, spinal spiking, luxurious blackish-brown fur and such deadly claws was met with instability, stumbling for but a moment. A deep, groaning breath released, the discomfort of his long, predatory body apparent only in the wincing of his vibrant orange eyes. The acid scarring still fell in approximately the same places on this form that it had in his more upright way of being.

This, however, was not the worst shape this felacatian had ever been in. His eyes rose full of a challenge to meet with the lithe, little form of the vessel wearing the face of the Eye. Stability was his once again, and a deep growl reminiscent of his voice sounded out from him as he began to pace out to one side, tail weaving in his wake. His eyes were all for her.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Location - Ahto East
Objective 1 - Protect the generators
Allies - The Republic
Enemies - [member="Darth Vornskr"]

Oddly enough, Vornskr's request was drowned out by the interjection of her former student. Kiskla would not kneel under any circumstances. Especially when Vornskr didn't wield control over those advancing on the generators. If he did, perhaps she would have in order for the transaction to be mutual.

But [member="VlPER"] was proposing something based on his physical advantage over the woman at his feet. The unarmed woman. The unarmed woman who was responsible for lives, but the woman who had given up on her own. The Grandmaster's chest tightened at the unfolding scene. "Viper," she whispered "Don't.”

Kiskla’s negotiations didn’t end any lives — that was the importance of being a Jedi. Always helping instead of harming. To be able to foresee the magnitude of your actions, and not to be the one to justify them. A Jedi should never feel justified when murdering.

“Don’t do this!” Kiskla raised her voice this time, above the sound of war, her tone stern. “She’s unarmed and can be arrested, tried for crimes. Not executed.”

Her command fell in deaf ears. She could feel the swirl of emotions around the Knight, and the acceptance of the Lady. She saw his action, and croaked out a 'No..' finger twitching at empty air. There went her bargaining chip. And Viper didn't seem as affected as he perhaps should have ---- turning to face another foe. Kiskla herself had only killed five people, directly, in her lifetime. Maimed and otherwise? Yes. But taking life? Five. She hated it. That's why she was so earnest with redemption.

Her lips stopped moving at that point — colour draining from her face. She couldn’t save the Zambrano queen — she was…definitely dead. That went south very, very quickly. She should have pulled Viper out of there, and out now — but there were other things that needed attention too! Like, the generators. And Vornskr. What did she do now? Play administrator or warrior? A Jedi never stops learning. At this point, Kiskla wouldn't negotiate anymore. Vornskr was not a deity worth worshiping--- she would not bargain for his ego. And Viper was compromised with another foe — and had been danced away before Kiskla could react and pull him aside by the ear for a scolding.

She didn’t move aggressively in any notion. The Republic needed the Jedi Knight who had just faulted The Order. The Republic did, but Kiskla was resolved to have a clean Order, an untainted generation. She was the lotus Grandmaster, rising from the spoils with a purity that would not be tainted. She was also…very green to this sort of influence.

And yet, she reached out to the Knight out-of-sight.

[member="VlPER"]. Do not justify your actions. A cold-kill comes from a cold-heart. Finish your fight today, for whichever side you choose. You started as a Jedi today, and fought with The force, but you are not leaving as one. Your victory is a failure. Do not return to the ties with The Order until you better your judgement and see with the clarity of ashla.

A little preachy, but he needed to know The Order would not be a home for him after that action. As it had not been for Matsu Ike after her slaughter on Manaan. All life, Viper. A Jedi respects all life.

Manaan was a planet of the fallen.

Spoiler

SO sorry for the delay, guys!

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Ahto East
Objective: Objective I

• Bonk the Jedi Grandmaster on the noggin'
• Collect his wife's corpse
• Skedaddle

Allies: One Sith

• [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]

Enemies: Republic

• Grandmaster [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
• [member="VlPER"]

Music: Black Blade by Two Steps from Hell

Vornskr's entire form was silent and still as the Jedi Knight carved a great canyon across the porcelain flesh of his wife, a thick river of scarlet staining her flesh as it poured endlessly from her neck and onto the crumbled ground before her. However; beneath his mighty suit of armor he was tempest of barely contained hate, anger, and despair all rolling over each other endlessly within his mortal coil, crashing into one another with such tremendous force that Vornskr feared that he would be torn asunder from the rampant emotions. He knew what would happen, he had seen such death thousands upon thousands of times before, most of them brought forth by his own black malice. Still, the sight of his own wife being killed in such a fashion sent a reverberation through his entire being, and he was on the verge of visibly shuddering with it all. Luck would have it that the Knight and Grayson's attention both diverted else where, the former to the berserk Sekairo, and the latter to the murderous former.

Thus, for one single moment, he let his body tremble with emotion, the plates of armor covering his body wriggling with the movement as he let a small portion of the emotion he was feeling come to the light, but then was silenced in another moment. He then focused that anger yet unleashed, letting the darkness fuel his body as he sharpened such raw emotion into a finely honed blade, ready to smite all those that had wronged him. He was so tempted, so very very tempted, to unleash his weapon upon the Knight, but he was still aware of the opportunity that had been presented to him. Clipping his blade to his side, he began to walk forward, a slow paced walk towards the Grandmaster whose back was turned towards him. His walk turned into a stride, and his stride into a sprint, before he suddenly lunged forth with a silent fury and unleashed his assault. He cupped both fists into one, and raised them high above his head, and then back down with the momentum of his body.

His target?

The top of Kiskla's unarmored head.

 

[Sabena Shai]

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

As Sabena crawled on top of the rubble, the words of [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] ended up reaching her ears. At first, it seemed to be just a small whisper. Yet, they played on and on in repeat as she clawed through the Yorik-Coral debris.

Just as she heard hissing, Sabena jerked back. A couple amphistaves crawled up from the hole that she just created. Further within the hole, Sabena saw another amphistave gnawing on what flesh was left of Trish in order to sustain itself. Sabena winced at the sight. Mordecai’s words grew louder.

Lifting up her hands, Sabena turned her palms up into the air. The Force flowed from her. The amphistaves, with the Kraetos shield immobile, could not reach her.

“There is no death, only the Force,” she said, as if it was a funeral rite.

Then, Sabena clapped her hands together - sending the Force in motion. A couple large chunks of Yorik-Coral rushed toward the two amphistaves protruding from the hole from opposite sides. The debris sandwiched the two amphistaves’ heads - killing them instantly. Due to the linked nervous system of the Kraetos, the third amphistaff and the rest of the shield itself perished - and Trish was figuratively buried.

In the moment that Sabena killed the Kraetos shield, a lightsaber jetted out of the hole due to the shifting debris. It flew out and landed on the floor just beside Sabena. She hopped down and picked up the lightsaber - instantly recognizing it as the dual-phase one that Mordecai had wielded just earlier. She then turned to the Yorik-Coral pile. She could not see her own lightsaber. Mordecai’s words repeated once more.

An entire scene had just passed by while Sabena was preoccupied with killing off the Kraetos. She turned around to witness its result. It was her first glimpse of the freighter that had ripped through the hangar. Two J-1’s remained as a result of it - only two that would allow for the Jedi’s escape should they need to. And five Jedi still stood in the hangars.

Then, Sabena saw the body just outside of the cockpit.

Mordecai’s voice reached Sabena once again - speaking a name. His previous sentence repeated once more as Sabena blinked at the sight.

Clutching the disengaged Sith lightsaber tightly with her right hand, Sabena began to take steps toward Mordecai and [member="Lara Zambrano"]. Her eyes did not look over to either [member="Sopher"] or [member="Lira Dajenn"]. She swung the tips of her left hand’s fingers up and to the side.

From what Sabena could see, Lara was in critical condition - if not already dead. She had a thought that Lara would not survive the trip to the intensive care unit of the ship, or closest thing. She thought that the only means to possibly save Lara would be to immediate attempt to heal her - at least to bring her to a slightly more stable state.

Sabena listed off the damage she could see that Lara had sustained. Intense burns - most likely of the third degree. Blood loss a certainty. Fractures most likely abundant. Internal hemorrhaging - a concern. Possibly a full list of more complications.

Looking at her left hand for a moment, Sabena knew of the healing potential of the Force - especially when it was not corrupted by the dark side of the Force. She had read a plenty of methods to heal via the Force - possibly one of the most abundant topics of literature available to the Jedi when it comes to Force powers. She had never healed a being with this much damage done. In fact, she knew she could not fully heal Lara. Yet, she could try to give her a fighting chance - a chance for a father to not watch his daughter die before him.

Yet such was only possible if he allowed for it.

 

[James Mathison]

Location: Streets
Allies: [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]
Enemies: OS [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Darth Carach"]


James hoped into the speeder with Sanya, were she eventually dropped him at another street. James moved towards the city center. Near the generators. Along the way he nonchalantly dispatched Vong and Sith alike. A few got close enough to actually taste the blade James shoved down their throat. James felt himself let the darkness is as he killed, his pressence would be felt by any who were looking. He was heading for the Control room, there he could assess the damage the Sith had caused and direct the Republic forces along the way.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

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

It was odd, how so much could happen in so little time. How everything could happen so far.

She had been far away from the entrance of the hangar, positioned away from where the explosion had happened. Far enough away that she wasn't damaged or even touched, but she was distracted. Her hold on the whip suffering as a result of it allowing Mordecai free.

Lira watched events unfold with cold, detached eyes. Those were the eyes that [member="Hal Terrano"] had imparted to her. The cold logic of the code, the right and wrong, the good, the bad, and the frowns. She watched what happened, she watched the man free himself, she watched everything, her eyes flashing over towards Sabena.

Her armor flickered, the ghostly image shifting as the lightwhip returned and twirled about her.

Bright green eyes followed Sopher, then shot to Sabena, then to Mordecai and Lara.

Finally they would settle on the door.

Lira looked over towards Sabena, over towards Sopher, then to the other Jedi. Trish had died to ensure they succeeded here, hundreds had died to ensure that they could be here. Thousands on the planet below were dying. Her heart humped, loud and rhythmic. Her head began to spin, and the muscles in her legs went taught.

The Ghostly Knight let out a single breath, then moved.

With a burst of force speed Lira dashed away from the Hangar. She moved away from Sabena and Sopher, passed Mordecai, and directly to the door that the Sith Lord had come from. Her path was clear, her intent a simple one. Complete the mission.

This was bigger than them.

Bigger than her.

 

[Darth Imperatus]

Location: SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE
Objective: Objective 3
Allies: None, currently commanding entire fleet
Enemies: [member=Friedrich Stahlmann] [member=Camellia Swift]

ON BOARD THE IMMORTAL

"Proton cannon is aimed and charged, sir."

The captain nodded, smiling. Now the Republic would feel their true might. "Fire!"

A great beam of energy shot towards the MC-180, followed by a hail of turbolaser fire. The Immortal, like the Dark Blade, had most of its weapons facing forwards, but in addition to the Proton beam cannon it had over double the standard firepower of the Dark Blade. This single ship was more powerful than the rest of the fleet combined, and now all that firepower was being directed at a single target.

However, before the captain had time to view the damage his barrage had caused to the MC-180, the sensor operator yelled out in surprise and fear. "Sir, the Republic cruiser to rear our has evacuated its crew and it's heading towards us! They're on an intercept course!"


The captain's mind raced into action with the sudden realization that not even the Immortal was impervious to ramming--they had no way to dodge and not enough firepower at the rear to disable the enemy. With no other option, the captain turned to the chief engineer.

"Put as much power as you can into the rear deflector shield!" The chief nodded hurriedly while the captain activated the intercom.

"All hands, brace for impact!"

Only seconds later, the Republic vessel struck. The impact threw everyone on the bridge to the floor while the entire ship shook violently, lights flashing on and off and then turning red as the emergency power kicked in. A great boom resonated through the vessel as the power core of the enemy ship detonated, releasing vast amounts of energy.

The captain rose groggily to his feet after being knocked out of his chair. "Report!"

The chief engineer was the first to get up, and he hurried over to his console as quickly as he could with an evidently injured leg. "The deflector shield is down, we've lost almost all our main engines--hold on, I'm getting the damage reports now." The engineer swore. "Captain, we've got hull breaches on multiple decks! Damage control is responding, casualties currently unknown."

The captain knew he ought to count his blessings--a Dark Blade might have been torn in two by the same impact--but all the same, the situation was not good. "Seal the bulkheads, now!" he replied. Perhaps there were still some crewmen left alive in the affected sections, but he was not willing to trade their lives for precious oxygen. "Status on weapons!"

A junior officer ran over to the weapons officer, who was still lying on the floor. He turned to the captain, horror written all over his features. "The Lieutenant's dead, sir!"

"In that case, you're my new weapons officer." replied the captain. "What's our status?"

The new weapons officer stood there rooted to the spot for a second before hastily saluting. "As you say, sir!" With that he hurried off to his console. "Forward weapons arrays report no damage." he said after a few seconds. "We've lost about twenty-five percent of the aft batteries, with minor damage to some of the others."

"Alright." said the captain. "Have damage control prioritize the deflector shield, and angle it forwards--there's nothing else that can bother us from behind any more. Inform Lord Tyrin of our situation."

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ON BOARD THE REIGNFALL

Melkaroth snarled in fury when he was informed that the Republic had the audacity to ram one of his ships, but there was nothing he could do about it now. "Order the Immortal to prioritize defense." he said. He wasn't willing to lose his greatest asset just yet. "What's the status on the rest of the fleet?"

"Our Coralskippers and bombers are targeting the MC-180 as ordered, sir. Our fighters are engaging the enemy's defense craft. The enemy bombers are coming into range of the Immortal now--Razers are moving to intercept. The defense fleet's fighters are attempting to bypass us and join the fight near the enemy fleet."

"Have the main fleet target all defense guns that aren't already firing on the bombers on them." Replied Melkaroth. "Thin their numbers."

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Summary

• Immortal fired all weapons upon the MC-180 along with the Reignfall. Genjix continued to fire upon the same Azalus flak frigate.
• All One Sith attack craft have now reached their destinations, which were assigned in the last post.
• Immortal's engines are mostly disabled, while the enemy bombers have done further hull damage. Deflector shields have been overloaded and will take time to recharge.
• The two Razers being targeted sustained moderate damage to shields.
• The enemy interceptors flying over the One Sith fleet are being targeted by the defense guns of all vessels save for the Immortal.

 

[Not Ordo]

Location: Dat Deep Blue
Objective: Eat sumphin
Allies:
Enemies: The Not Nicers


DRALSHY'A CRACKED AN AZURE EYELID AS HE SANK INTO THE DEEP. HE AWOKE TO SOMETHING TOUCHING HIS MIND, SOMETHING FOREIGN. HE FELT SLIGHTLY VIOLATED AND WAS CONVINCED HE NEEDED AN ADULT. WHERE WAS THE CREEPY UGLY LONGBEARD THING? WHERE WAS THE METAL BIRD THAT KISSED HIM? SO MANY QUESTIONS, NOT ENOUGH FOOD.

A QUICK EXPULSION OF COMPRESSED INTESTINAL GASES SENT A MASS OF BUBBLES TO THE WATER'S SURFACE AND IT WAS NOT KOLTO. HE RIGHTED HIMSELF IN THE WATER AND WITH A SLAP OF HIS TALTAIL HE SHOT FORTH TRAILING BUBBLES THAT WERE NOT INTESTINAL. ON HE SWAM UNTIL HE SAW THE THING THAT WAS TOUCHING HIM ON THE INSIDE OF HIS BRAIN HOLDER. IT WAS FEMALE OF THAT HE WAS SIXTY PERCENT SURE AND IT WANTED TO BE HIS MATE OF THAT HE WAS NINETY PERCENT SURE. SHE GAVE HIM COMMANDS, SHOWED HIM PICTURES, MADE HIM ANGRY AND THE FACT SHE WAS A MATING FEMALE BECAME A ONE HUNDRED PERCENT FACT. ONLY A FEMALE THING COULD HAVE SUCH AN EFFECT. HE SWAM UP FROM BENEATH HER UNTIL HER TINY BODY RESTED ONNHIS SNOUT AND PUSHED HER UPWARD. HE WAS NOT SURE HOW SHE EXPECTED TO MATE. HE DOUBTED IT WOULD WORK MECHANICALLY SPEAKING BUT WHO WAS HE TO QUESTION. LOVE MADE ALL THINGS POSSIBLE RIGHT? ONWARD AND UPWARD HE PUSHED HER UNTIL THEY BURST FROM THE SURFACE TOGETHER AND TOOK HOLD OF THE SOUTH EAST OF THE CITY.

'THE FIVE BEST LEVIATHANS IN HISTORY?' HE THOUGHT 'DRALSHY'A, DRALSHY'A, DRALSHY'A DRALSHY'A DRALSHY'A. BECAUSE I SPIT HOT FIRE."