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

[Jsc]

Location: Nearer the Ahto West Bridge
Objective: 1. Dissuade Reverance (p4)
Foes Probably Inside: Team R: Matsu Xiangu, Darth Praelior, Darth Nephthys, Darth Carach, Khallesh, Vrag, Vaermina, Ludolf Vass.
Foes Engaging: Reverancehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5842-reverance/
Allies Probably Inside too: Sarge Pottienger, Qun Vell, Meeristali Peradun, Sanya Val Lerium, Kana Truden.

His approach was lightning and she had little time to brace. Sam guided the tip of her shield like a sword's edge against her attacker. Remembering to never absorb a lightsaber blow across the shield's facing. Always edge it. She dusted away his first blow to her left, superheating the shield edge a new hot orange, and digging in her titanium heals to leap backwards two meters. An extremely gifted bounce for a woman in armor. Her jump skill was enough to dissuade his second blow from tracking to a target. Especially with what followed next.

She positioned her firearm in an improvised center-axis-relock position against her chest and began a dance of her own. He would only get her left side from now on. Springly as she was.

CAR Combat. Pressed against her chest the gun was not exposed but still very threatening to targets to the left of her body. It's barrel rested tightly parallel to her sternum and allowed her quick stablized shots without sighting, extention, or muzzle jump. She was actually absorbing the recoil into her chest with each trigger pull. This style of combat was designed for sidearm use in extreme close quarter situations. You are effectively fighting by simply pointing with your shoulders and pulling the trigger. Naturally, only in the shadow of your shield's arc and the presentation of your opponent's swing.

The weaknesses are easily found however. Your posture must remain as follows: shield, shoulders, and barrel pointing left. And you must only fire in the absence of your shield or around it. Lest you shoot your own shield, rather than your opponent. As such, never block. Always cut, drift, and angle your edges like a sword. Firing over, under, or around it. Make the geometry your friend. Make your shield the cloak to hide your gun's intent. Surpisingly, the closer you are the easier this becomes.

The Jedi woman leapt back and fired once at the Sith's footing. She would leverage with surprise. She would leap to evade. She would stress him with her reach and she would flitter away on an invisible tide. Control the distance. Control the fight.

Float like the butterfly. Sting like the bee.


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*ooc: CAR is designed in the real world to be used with two hands and the facing eye.​

Only in StarWars could a Jedi hope to stablize a laser gun off her chest and remain consistant in combat. Lol.​

 

[The End Narrator]

Location: South/South-East Ahto City.
Objective: Don't let the big guy...near me.
Allies: Big Blue? | Some Republic people?
Enemies: Well, hell if I know anymore.

Uh, sure if that is what [member="Dralshy'a"] thought, then perhaps she'd take the tactical advantage of the situation? Mate...right...sure.

Uh, well she would use the Force and point him towards the food source....the One Sith, their Vong and those bright red colorful things that wouldn't hurt if he ate them.

Atleast she wasn't drowning in that damned water anymore.

She would send a mental missive to her...confused...pet? Reminding him of his food source and such. She herself would begin heading towards the Southern bridge of the Generator area.

Maybe [member="Dralshy'a"] would actually FOCUS AND ACTUALLY EAT SOMEONE! And level the playing field? Maybe, just maybe.

He just might be craving some asian cuisine...or maybe a guy with one eye....

 

[Reverance]

*Disclaimer: PC post only. No vong movement in this post*​

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Location: Ahto West Bridge
Objection: Umm, not really sure. We fighting or what? (objective 1 )
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Darth Praelior"], [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Khallesh"], [member="Vaermina"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Enemies: [member="Sam Jhovna"] (1v1), [member="Meeristali Peradun"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Qun Vell"], [member="Spark Finn"]

Odd, he thought, as he watched someone use a shield in a way that didn't really make sense. Seeing as though Gabriel was aiming for below the knee, the action of blocking would require a kneeling gesture or an extension of the shield beyond it's natural placement. A compromise in balance ensues, but it seems his opponent was immune to such issues, despite the sort of ungainly way that the body deals with full vacuum sealed armor. Interesting indeed. And what was more interesting was the blocking manner in which his initial attack was, in fact, blocked. You see, it's the natural nature to block with the largest area of a shield, as it allowed the dispersal of kinetic energy across the larger surface area: P= F/A. Since you can't change the force, you increase the area, to prevent too high of a pressure and damage structural/skeletal joints. So in fact, it was actually best to block with the flat of a shield, to prevent wearing out the grip. Never mind that, this individual had a most impressive physical capacity. To outrun someone entirely focused on physical attributes and the forces enhancements of such attributes, encumbered with more armor and a shield, well, it was something to behold. Even if she was all jumpy and what not, Gabriel was as well. This fighter must be one powerful combatant, he thought, noting that he hadn't sensed the use of force coming from the combatant during the entirety of the fight. Another mystery to solve in the future.

Nevertheless, he was bored with this and stepped back, lifting his left hand, saber extinguished and flung to his backplate in the blink of an eye. That exact, and somewhat familiar barrier, leaped from his hand and pulsated black shimmers. As the crash of orbital fire hit across the North, dust fell from the structure and collected atop the sphere. It was rather easy, since he had long ago maxed out his barrier points. Even if the fire from the Jedi wouldn't do much, considering it's aim, the shield came up anyway. He cracked his neck and tagged a beacon on his armor with his right hand, rancor tooth saber extinguished for the moment. One might notice the ease at which the beams retracted, a sure sign of a trakata duelist.

"You think if you fire that thing enough, maybe you'll get lucky and land a shot?" He ticked his tongue and exhaled. "I'm not really interested in whatever it is you call this...fighting style of yours. No, the death and the destruction over there...that seems enticing." He notched his head towards the East, where the action was taking place. Truth be told, the future of this Jedi had no impact on his mind as his thoughts drifted to the lingering presence of [member="Matsu Xiangu"]. Along with that, he could sense that the goal for this city was quickly upon them. "But, I do have a gunship filled with some forces, mostly shooters like yourself..." He smiled sarcastically. It was really a dropship, but this mysterious fighter didn't need to know that."So, if you would prefer that...then by all means, they'll be here shortly. Or you can put that dinky weapon down and show me something significant."

 

[Jsc]

Location: Nearer the Ahto West Bridge
Objective: 1. Dissuade Reverance (p5)
Foes Probably Inside: Team R: Matsu Xiangu, Darth Praelior, Darth Nephthys, Darth Carach, Khallesh, Vrag, Vaermina, Ludolf Vass.
Foes Disngaging From: [member="Reverance"]
Allies Probably Inside too: Sarge Pottienger, Qun Vell, Meeristali Peradun, Sanya Val Lerium, Kana Truden.


Her helm balked visibly and she stopped her leaping/ cheerleading/ shield-twirling preparations. Did he just say 'significant'? She looked to sky and back towards the western doors to consider. Well... He had a point. Kana was long gone and their battle for best showmanship was destinied not to go anywhere, anytime soon. Might as well ask the Fleeters to 'Order 66' the both of them and finish it early.

Alas. She gave another nod to acknowledged his words. It was true. It didn't need to be said but this battle had been over long before it ever began. Any hope she had of defeating this enemy lay in a suicide run into the jaws of hell and another ambulence ride into the Republic healthcare system. She'd pass.

Instantly Sam used the Force to leap back another ten meters and began a retreat northwards. She'd been using the Force the entire battle in this similar manner. Space magic was simply the other way to explain it. After all, anything less would have angered the Science Gods. And that's a big No No. ...Sort of. Jedi didn't usually go for that whole Science thing. Mind tricks and fireballs are far sexier. Anyways. Retreating, Jhovna half expected Reverance to follow her just for the love of the chase. But then? Nahhh. The thought of another pistolero duel with rabbit fluttering and exotic dancing would probably be enough to disuade him otherwise. I mean. Significant. Ha! Dinky. Bah! She'd blast the next Sith's toes off for that remark. Just pew pew pew. No more toes. ...That'll show em'.

She waved the un-Jedi-ish thought's away and continued her pursuit northwards. Praying that the next Sith she met wasn't as powerful, or as ego deflating, as that last guy. Whoosh. Ouch.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Location: The Phobos
Objective: Become human again
Daughters: [member="Lara Zambrano"]
Foes: [member="Lira Dajenn"], [member="Sabena Shai"], [member="Sopher"]

There was nothing in this galaxy that would ever be able to stop a father from getting to his lonely, wounded little pup. His vision was blurry, his heart pounded and pulsed in his throat, and each agonizing step forward never brought him close enough to satisfy him. Mordecai pounded forward in the armor of a damned warrior, a bastard child in his own right.

Sucking in a breath, he collapsed to his knees before his child. Though her eyes were closed peacefully, smeared blood and soot painted her body as an abstract object. The helmet of the Dragon Lord came off first. Its hard, alchemized metal clanked loudly against the bulkhead as he finally revealed his face. Hair messy and face drenched with both sweat, tears, and traces of blood, he brought the girl into his arms as gently as he could.

"Lara.." He breathed.

He held her for a moment, training every inch of his mind, body, and soul on her. Her chest rose once, twice, thrice. He sighed with relief, though it caught in his throat the moment his gaze traveled to the other girl next to him. The youngest little Jedi that had accompanied the assault team. Now was no longer the time to fight and her hands were empty - abandoned of all weapons. But her eyes, they were the weapons. Intense and pure, they only bore kindness.

Mordecai nodded, turning to face her with Lara in his arms.

In the soul of a dragon remained the words he once told his wife. They were both hers and Lara's to behold.

Seek me not, for I may not return. Through countless battlefields, I have endured. May your pretense of my image remain true. My false nobility regale those that seek my tale. For I am a Charlatan of the highest order.

I have brought nothing but chaos and destruction in this world, my innocence tarnished in a sea of blood.

Blood. It is not divided by race nor creed. Yet, to spill blood is an act of sin that deserves no mercy. Whether through a good or evil intentions, Blood is the same when spilled, as it is the clause to our existence that anchors us to this world.

For my greatest sin, I have spilled it, bathed in it.

Look at me not as a hero, but a simple demon. A demon of war. That, I accept.

But please allow this evil one to regain a moment of clarity. Let me revel in my past glory, where my soul was once untouched by corruption. For my final act, I will not fight for myself, but for you.

And I hope, wholeheartedly, that you shall hear the voice of my soul. That my sword sings not for blood and violence, but for you. Let this war end by my sword and let my tainted spirit end this...

Last battle...

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Location: The Phobos​

Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the Sith fleet; command ship​

Allies: [member="Sabena Shai"] | [member="Sopher"]​

Enemies: [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] | [member="Lara Zambrano"] | Yammosk​

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No one stopped her.​

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The Sith was wrapped up in his own little world, the Yuuzhan Vong were injured or broken, her fellow Jedi were occupied. There was no one to stop her, no one to oppose her path.​

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She ran.​

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As fast as she could, as fast as her muscles, ligaments, and bones would allow her to. The force burned within her body and she became a blur, her armor shifting and changing as she moved, leaving only a slightly ghostly projection in place of where Lira had been. She cut through the ship, Lightwhp and saber-staff deactivated, one in her hand, the other on her belt.​

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Most would have guessed she was going for the bridge, most would have cut off all movement in that direction, and indeed the Vong of this ship did. Guards were stationed, and Slayers were put up towards the bridge, but Lira never appeared.​

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Instead, at the end of her sprint Lira found herself somewhere entirely else.​

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She came to a halt with a sudden scurrying of her legs. The sound of her lightwhip igniting caught the attention of Two Yuuzhan Vong Guards. She flicked her wrist, catching one of them. In a blink she was in front of him, pulling the lightwhip taught and bringing his face into the flat palm of her hand. The other tried to help his comrade, but the lightwhip flicked around his legs and a sharp kick to the neck ensured that he was down before he could try.​

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Then Lira stood before the door.​

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Behind it she could sense something, something...grand. It was powerful, strong, its mind seemed to reach and stretch, pushing towards Lira's own thoughts, pressing into them even. She shook her head, deactivating her lightsaber.​

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She touched the panel of the door control.​

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A voice whispered in her skull.​

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[Sabena Shai]

The Phobos
To those nearby,
[member="Mordecai Zambrano"], [member="Lara Zambrano"], [member="Sopher"], [member="Lira Dajenn"]​

For just a moment, Sabena turned her head just slightly to the left as [member="Lira Dajenn"] made her escape of the hangar and into the bowels of the Phobos. Three other Jedi followed her - minus [member="Sopher"]. Yet, this was only for a moment. She returned her full attention to [member="Lara Zambrano"]. There still appeared to be life within the girl. She lifted her left hand and held it just above her chest.

Blue eyes locked onto [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] as he removed his helmet. She quickly took his face into memory - just as many other things she had seen and read. There was still plenty of space left in her mind to absorb information.

Then, Mordecai turned to Sabena with his daughter in his arms. There was now nothing between Sabena and Lara but a few meters of air. Words poured from Mordecai’s soul. Yet, Sabena focused on the task before her.

Slowly, Sabena extended her left arm toward Lara. She was still far enough away to not touch. Her right hand was moved just below her left upper arm. Her left hand’s fingers stretched out. Her palm faced Lara. Sabena’s breathing grew more rhythmic and meditative. Her mind was quickly purged of all unnecessary thoughts.

Purged of all unnecessary thoughts.

With her eyes locked on Lara and her mind focused, the Force began to flow through Sabena. It heeded her call for assistance - naturally drawn to her. Her influence stretched to Lara and enveloped her body. A warm yet dim light emanated from Sabena’s hand.

If Lara had any semblance of consciousness left, she would have felt a warmth seep into her body - pushing deep. The warmth attempted to comfort and calm her - soothe her pain and bring her peace from her broken body.

The process was slow. Any internal bleeding had to be stopped - or at least mitigated to the point that Lara had the luxury of time. Slowly, the tears that allowed such bleeding would close. External wounds slowly ceased bleeding as Lara’s spilled blood slowly coagulated. What blood and skin Lara had already lost would not be recovered without time - yet at least this was better than leaving everything open.

Applying what she knew of human anatomy and what she could feel via the Force, Sabena also slowly moved what broken bones Lara could have - both to help reduce the pain as well as move the broken edges away from vulnerable organs that they could puncture. There would be little actual mending of the break - at most just a few tendrils keeping the bone in place that could easily be broken again.

Yet the time that Sabena spent in attempting to heal Lara rewarded its time back plus more - exponentially - in what Mordecai could use to rush her to a better medical aid facility. She might still require advanced technology or a better healer beyond what Sabena could provide. Yet, death could be eluded so long as Lara had some will to live - or if Sabena was wrong about the full extent of Lara’s injuries.

The glow of Sabena’s left hand then faded. She collapsed - kneeling down on her right knee with her arms hanging over her left thigh. Her head throbbed and body ached. Her meditative breathing had been broken - now replaced with heavy, worn breaths. She seemed exhausted, as if she needed a few moments.

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Location: en route to generator facility
Allies: [member="Slate Estrada"]
Foes: None to be seen
Objective 1: keep city afloat

I had taken what I could from fallen enemies to make an improvised rope bridge. As I crossed, enemies came from the other end. I solved this problem by force jumping over them and cutting the bridge I had just made; sending 5 OS troops plummeting into the water below.

I made my way toward the generator facility, there was something definitely wrong.

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

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


Varus picked out Xilo's tactic from a mile away, having seen the Sith employ acrobatics at other instances during their fight. It had been all too easy to pick out, considering that Varus had been waiting for him to resort to a high leap or backflip again. This time, however, when Xilo flipped up into the air, Varus followed, post haste.

With a force aided leap, Varus threw himself from the metal floor and shot up through the air. He could feel the air burst from the sonic waves that shot past him towards the floor where he'd been standing, which was an unnerving and powerful feeling to say the least. It was not something he could afford to dwell on in that split second he flipped forward towards Xilo, however, his saber coming full circle over his head in a downward slash at Xilo and aimed for his extended leg.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Ahto City Proper - Generator Room

Objective: Control.

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

Foes: Republic/Jedi | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"]

"An interesting perspective." The Sith Lord simply replied to his adversary. Precog settled in and Carach reacted in kind, not by moving away, but by putting his body before Xiangu's. It seemed as if the shrapnel was intercepted by his crab armour.

He did not a change in demeanor to this breach in civility, but inwardly the Voice cringed. Having the generator blow up was the last thing he wished for.

"I feel concerned." Carach finally shared, while still working on the defenses of the generator. "When the Republic and its allies do not even offer the option of surrender before blowing their load."

Dead-pan voice, what a fether.

Even Carach had offered the option of surrender to [member="Spark Finn"] and [member="Qun Vell"] they hadn't taken the offer, but the opportunity had been there.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: streets of Manana (republic outpost)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]: transport prisoner, investigate sith activity [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies:James Mathison, Corvus Raaf, [/SIZE][member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
Enemies: the one sith [member="Darth Praelior"]

arriving at the outpost, soldiers where at the ready to take the sith trooper into custody and interrogate. as sanya pulled back on the throttle the speeder came to a halt, the speeder lowered down to the ground so it would not drop when the engine got turned off.

sanya got out the speeder greeted by the officer in charge not giving the officer a chance to speak sanya bursted out "where is master corvus?" withe the sound of a Gunship landing it was hard to hear what I was saying but he knew what she had asked "she went afterafter her padawan near the generator. there have been reports of sith there and some kind of beast"

without hesitation sanya got into the speeder, once again this time without a back seat passanger. she took the speeder upto the high of the buildings, trading been hidden for a clear path and more speed, the open top of the speeder blew her Hood down and her hair flailing behind her. sanya was closing in and had saw the sith and beast. sanya contacted Corvus on the holocom "Master Corvus I'm inbound to your position I'll hold back for a distraction or reinforcement either way if the sith moves for an attack they will regret it" sanya proceeded to stopping above a building to see what was happening down below, ready for the sith and beast to try and make an attack.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

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


Xhexania kept her blade trained on the Jedi Padawan as she listened to the Jedi Master and the Sith Lord exchange words. There was some history between them and for a split second she wondered if this would be the case with the Twi'lek Jedin and herself; a new rival shaping up for her. The young Sith could feel the hatred steaming off the Master Sith as she spoke to the Master Jedi who only seemed to fight with words. A typical trait it seemed in all Jedi. For Xehania's part, her soldier managed to kill less than a handful of soldiers before being encased in some sort of Force barrier, severing her dominance over him. Xhexania stifled a laugh as she wondered if the Jedi Master knew she was responsible for the death of that soldier. It seemed unlikely. The words from this Jedi Master then switched to the young Sith, as she spoke of how Darth Bane would have been ashamed of her. Biting back a response and losing, Xhexania said, "Darth Bane was a fool and a coward and a master of xenocide. His master plan of eradicating the Jedi through secrecy failed for I see not one but two Jedi before me....and many more scouring about like spider-roaches. As for my question of honour, I make no strides to hide it. Many have tried to set me on the proper course and those same many now rest in shallow graves. If any among the Sith wish to perceive me as weak...then let them challenge me openly rather than speaking of it in hushed tones."

With her attention focused on the sparring match of words with the Jedi Master, Xhexania was caught unawares by the display of the Force energy unleashed by the Twi'lek. The invisible hands shoved her back allowing the Twi'lek to escape by means of diving into the watery depths below. As the Twi'lek plummeted downward, Xhexania bellowed, "We shall meet again, you and I. And without interruptions."

From up above, several fighters appeared from both sides but one in particular was drawing close and when it did, it began firing its twin turbo-lasers, killing the Republic soldiers or scattering them and nearly killing Xhexania. She had to handspring backwards to avoid being cut down and when she regained her balance, the Sith Lord was striving toward her while several explosions took place, one in the vicinity of the two-headed monstrosity. Xhexania cast a dark and shadowy glance at the Jedi Master when the Sith Lord mentioned she could kill her. But her goal of destroying the generators outweighed the need to kill one single Jedi. Xhexania knew in terms of lightsaber combat this Jedi's lightsaber would become another trophy but in terms of the ability to control the Force, Xhexania was the weaker of the two. She was no fool.

Spinning on her heels after the snapping of fingers from the Sith Lord, Xhexania fell in-step with the extremely tall Sith as they made there way to destroy the generator and kill all those that would stand to oppose them. A sinister smile appeared on her face. She didn't collect a Jedi's saber today but she had survived a series of set backs and unsuspecting twists. "Thank you Lord."

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Location - Ahto East
Objective 1
Allies: Pubs / Consciousness
Enemies: One Sith / [member="Darth Vornskr"]

Despair was thick in the city-- and her negotiations had gone south. White irises looked skyward as various evacuation pods peppered the sky-- fanning out to increase their chances of penetrating the atmosphere and not being gunned down at exit point. The amount of citizens had dwindled, both from escape and slaughter. Confetti and blood mixed on the white smooth surface of the city, streamers twisting frantically in the wind; clinging to the edges of destroyed buildings. Kiskla's chest was swollen with contempt and general upset. She knew the over reactive tendency of The Jedi-- has her message to her former student a hinderance or a curse? His objective had been sincere. But he should have trusted her. The Order didn't need her present, it was becoming a well-oiled machine on it's own accord. A hand went to brace her forehead, a Yinchorr flashback threatening to surface. Her beloved had been accused of murder -- and she still wondered if she'd had handled it the same as she handled all other accusations. It had proven to be a falsehood, but at the time she had promised herself to uphold her standards. Everytime she did though, her stomach felt hollow and her cheeks like fillets.

A precognitive tingle ran down her spine, warning her back to the present. Right, the giant, angry Sith Lord. Elbows up she turned, The Force about to call her blade to her hands in an instant. It was at that pivotal moment however, that her pivot wasn't quick enough.

Let me tell you about the fists belonging to a seven foot Epicanthix. They're not so much fists, but cinder blocks. While Kiskla was reactive and sharp in most instances, the stress of the prior occurrence was still an obstacle for her perceptive powers. So when those cinder blocks came thundering down, the last thing she recalled was embarrassment before consciousness retreated. Long legs folded almost instantly while her body swayed, before unceremoniously collapsing into the glitter, confetti and rubble on the ground. Who knocked out a Jedi Master with the heels of their hands in the middle of an invasion?

Jeeze.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Location 3: Ahto City Proper-North
Objective: Protect the Hyper-Buoyancy Gnerator
Allies: Republic | [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Enemies: Sith | [member="Xhexania"] | [member="Darth Praelior"]

Music:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UeKTj6Ly1lw
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As she made her way from the bridge to the dark ocean water below, she took the few moments of opportunity to lift her comm, "Jedi Padawan Shel'tah requesting immediate medical EVAC; Ocean pickup necessary, just east of Ahto North bridge." There was no time to wait for a reply, she formed a spear with her arms above her head, legs tightly pulled together as she crashed into the frigid ocean water at what felt like hyper-speed. Pain raged from the tips of her fingers and down her back, taking special note to remind her of what a foolish decision she made as the improvised method of closing her wound was once again torn open. Instinctively she released a pained wail, only to be muffled by the sudden rush of water engulfing her throat. As quickly as possible she swam to the surface, coughing and regurgitating the water as she struggled to breathe. Sera looked down, she could see red in the water, the wound once again reminding her that it was time to go. There was little more she could do here today.

Looking around, she saw nothing but the rolling of waves as they glided atop of one another, dictated by the tides to their destinations. She mumbled something about the beauty of the planet, gazing at the surroundings of endless water. Another planet that the Sith have come to taint with their darkness. A true shame. She hoped that those defending the generators were facing better odds, but given what she had seen thus far, held little confidence that their outlook was any better. So many are dying, and for what? A planetary resource? No, it wasn't about a resource, it was pure, simple greed. The greatest defiler of the good, and the most powerful tool of the wicked.

Sera looked up toward the city, and the bridge which she had lept from. No sign of Master Corvus. Did she stay and fight the two? Is she karking crazy? Get out of there already! A few minutes passed by, but what seemed like eternity. The majestic feel of the ocean wore away quickly as her side pained her more and more, this time unable to do anything about it. She heard the sound of a drop ship in the distance, and sighed, both glad to be leaving in one piece, yet disappointed that she wouldn't be of any further use to the Republic, or her Jedi brothers and sisters. As the ship approached, she waved it over, two Republic soldiers reached down to lift her by the arms up and onto the vessel. Like a wet rat she dropped to the floor of the ship as they lifted off. "We don't have a medic aboard, miss, but we'll get you to one ASAP." Sera simply nodded to the man and laid her head down, looking out from the floor as they rose up toward the bridge. There she spotted Master Corvus still standing there. She motioned to the pilot to fly close, affording the Jedi Master the moment of opportunity to jump aboard before leaving. "Master Raaf! Let's go! There's nothing more you can do here!"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Ahto East
Objective: Objective I

• Grab the unconscious Grandmaster
• Grab the corpse of [member="Invicta Zambrano"]
• Skedaddle

Allies: One Sith

• [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]
• [member="Reverance"]
• [member="Darth Helios"]

Enemies: Republic

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

Music: Here It Comes Again by KoRn

Vornskr stood over the prone body of his prize for a few seconds, his breathing heavy and ragged as he stared down in semi-disbelief at her serene form. He half-expected that attack to not even work against her, but it was as he had predicted, and the Grandmaster was too preoccupied on his own wife's murder to react quickly enough to his strike. Shrugged his shoulders, the massive Sith Lord bent down to gently wrap one of his arms around the woman's waist, and with a mighty heavy he slung the unconscious Grayson over his left shoulder. He then turned and strode over to the corpse of his Empress, and without a word he bent down to scoop up her body as well, and slung it over his right shoulder. A stream of scarlet began to stain his armor as the blood left in her body from her grievous wound began to pour out as he shifted her body's position, but he paid it no mind as he turned towards his force's improv landing zone and began to run.

He sent out a call on the secure, and encrypted private channel to the leaders of the attack on the Generators. "This is Vornskr, I have captured the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order. Repeat, I have Kiskla Grayson in my captivity, I will be moving to further secure her, and move her off world to my Warship. My forces will continue to assault the Eastern side, use them as you wish. Vornskr out."

Vornskr came upon the landing pad, and to his luck he found a shuttle just touching down. The soldiers at the landing zone moved aside for the nearly seven-foot Sith Lord barreling through towards the shuttle with precious cargo in tow, and Vornskr set about securing his prize for transport off world.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Ahto City – within Hyperbuoyancy Generator Room
OBJECTIVE ONE: Shut down generator without it being blown to smithereens preferably; also, don’t pass out on Carach.
ALLIES: [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"]
FOES: [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | Nearby: [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | Pretty Far Away: [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] & her new boyfriend [member="Dralshy'a"]


Carach was every aspect of her Master with an edge, none of the retrospect she’d come to expect from his actions in other forms. The praise was not altogether unexpected as he wasn’t stingy with it when it was deserved, but perhaps strange from a face much younger, eyes more brilliantly orange than she’s used to. Regardless, it was what she needed and had she not been concentrating so deeply (so tired…) she might have smiled. Instead she offered what she could as she tore against the generator’s machinery and protocol to grind it to a halt, brushing a sense of affection over his mind.

[SIZE=12pt]Awakening. Two coming back to the land of the living, binding themselves in ritual beneath the sea. She does not understand what she feels, but she understands it’s coming for her, for all of them. O’ woman – I am not done with you.[/SIZE]

The arrival of the armored man, unfamiliar to her, renewed a sense of urgency as she slipped back in to Carach’s current. She would take the task of disengaging the generator, struggling against unconsciousness as she shielded her petite frame behind the Sith Lord’s armor.

She managed to sink back in to her task despite the imminent threat of an armored juggernaut, fueling herself with the burning agony creeping back in to her arm and shoulders as the stimpack finally left her system entirely. She refused to succumb to the dark until she saw this through, until she justified the loss of a limb, until she could look at the sea-planet from space and think we took it all. But she was swimming in her pain, foggy and fighting through it to supplant the machinery, and before she knew it she was calling across the battlefield to Reverance: [SIZE=12pt]“Help me…” [/SIZE] And here, a little bit of the truth. [SIZE=12pt]“Please…I need…” [/SIZE]

Her eyes snapped open, amber and wild, when she felt a shift in the machinery under her insistent power – an ease like finally pushing a boulder over the edge of the hill that would send it tumbling. So close…

 

[Vrag]

LOCATION: Ahto City - Generator room [North to East side]
OBJECTIVE:

• Avoid the big bad juggernaut
• Destroy North Republic forces in the corridor
• Help out East

ALLIES: Team R [ [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Reverance"] ] [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Khallesh"]
ENEMIES: [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Slate Estrada"]

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Vrag was going to grin when the heat signatures on the display moved into the corridor, but her glee was rudely interrupted by an unwelcome intruder from the south. Her eyes narrowed behind her darkened visor for a moment, assessing the newcomer. Nope, the Sith concluded, rational enough to know that the mountain of power armor and explosive rounds was so far out of her league that the distance could be measured in light years. No thank you, she thought as she glanced back to her screen and shut the door behind the retreating Republic soldiers, activating the turrets as soon as it closed.

Her eyes darted back to the juggernaut, decidedly happy that he was focusing on people other than herself. In her effort to avoid becoming canned food that day, Vrag backpedaled in the other direction, confident that the fighting in the room would obscure her immediate presence, what with his attention directed to her allies at the generator.

The generator.

It hit her a moment later and stopped her in her tracks. Kark, the Sith realized with palpable displeasure that destroying the machine (or at least rendering it nonfunctional) was one of her objectives. Her main objective, even. Since engaging the moving armory was not in question, Vrag decided to help out in the only other way she knew how. With a few decisive slashes of her saber she dispatched the remaining 'Pubs on her path, advancing on the East controls. Between the laughing Vong, the gurgling zombies and the refreshingly silent Royal Guard, there was little left of the initial forces defending the room, making her job that much easier. The comlink in her ear came to life while she was fighting her way to the controls, and the scrambled, but recognizable voice of Darth Vornskr let them know the situation in the East.

Perfect, Vrag mused and delivered a merciful strike to a dying soldier trying to fend her off. Her fingers flew across the now familiar interface, and moments later the eastern turrets ceased fire while the blast doors slid open. The One Sith coming from the East now had clear path directly into the heart of the generator facility.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: The Phobos
Objective: Probably get the feth out of dodge
[member="Lara Zambrano"] [member="Lira Dajenn"], [member="Sabena Shai"] , [member="Mordecai Zambrano"]


He crossed the distance between the small group hovering over something and himself. As he drew closer he realized what had happened - whatever it was that crashed into the hanger it had a pilot, someone that the Sith knew. Familiar emotions filled Sopher as the rage washed away from him. The constant fight between himself was going to be something he needed to work on. Lira had moved from the group along with the other Jedi - Sopher should have left with them, but something held him here to make sure Sabena didn’t get herself into trouble.

Sopher’s balled fists relaxed as he stood a few feet from Sabena, giving the girl the room she needed. Suddenly, she slumped showing her exhaustion. Sopher crossed the rest of the distance and stood beside her. Extending his hand towards her, he kept his eye on the Sith and the other blonde girl.

“We should leave.” Sopher looked towards the Sith and the girl. “We should all leave very soon.” His voice reserved, but never hinted towards continuing the fight. Lira should be close to her goal, the more he pondered it she left quickly and there wouldn’t be...hopefully anything else in her way. Kneeling down to Sabena’s level - he kept his hand offered. “Let’s go.”

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: Ahto City
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
Enemies: None

Corvus was somewhat surprised that the war of words was over. One moment she was being insulted and the next the Sith Lord and Apprentice turned tail and walked off. She considered following them, but she had more pressing matters. That water was cold and all manner of sea creatures were roaming around. The safety of the Padawan outweighed her desire to follow Balaya. Besides, it was inevitable they would meet again.

it was then that she saw a dropship rise from below the edge of the dock she was standing on. And shouting to her from the safety of the ship was Sera. Deciding the Padawan's advice was sound, Corvus ran to the dock's edge. Using Force Valor, she jumped and somersaulted into the open doors of the ship. She misjudged the distance slightly and had to grab hold to avoid falling back and was finally able to scramble on-board. Smiling at the crew as if this was par for the course, she looked at Sera's wounds.

But before she could start to help, she heard the radio chatter and a few words caught her attention. Rudely grabbing a headset from the unsuspecting marine sitting opposite her she listened, the blood draining from her face. "Datapad, datapad..." she said frantically and one was placed into her outstretched hands.

She typed feverishly, entering various codes and protocols before the message was ready. Hitting the send button she turned her attention back to Sera. "I can close the wounds but do little for the blood loss. It'll help some. Tell me where it hurst most."

On the seat beside her was the datapad, the message still visible on the screen.

To: [member="Jorus Merrill"]
cc: [member="Kian Karr"]

Unconfirmed reports that the GrandMaster has fallen on Manaan. Repeat, unconfirmed reports [member="Kiskla Grayson"] has fallen. Unclear if this is true and if so if it means captured or dead. Under circumstances, advise initiate protocols to limit access to Jedi artefacts until facts can be correctly ascertained.

Master Corvus Raaf

 

[Kana Truden]

LOCATION: Nowhere important - Leaving
OBJECTIVE:

• 
  Leave this hellhole
  

ALLIES:
The Galactic Republic: [Faction Members]

ENEMIES:
The One Sith: [Faction Members]

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Pain. The insufferable pain. The amount of tears had multiplied and her stride carried her through alley upon alley as razed buildings blocked her path. The streets were quiet, the walls covered in the smeared traces of blood but there were no bodies. Her mind slowly crept back to Zeltros. There had been a distinct lack of them there as well and the reports had mentioned the dead coming back to life. She should have, could have, would have gotten worried but at this point the difference between her and them was insignificant. Besides, what would she do? Headbutt them? That didn’t seem likely.

She found herself in another open area, another town square. The signs of battle was everywhere. Scorching black craters from where bombs and explosives had claimed Republican lives were scattered across the market as blood drenched the limbs and gore that now desecrated what had once been a beautiful meeting place for friends and family alike. The shops that had proudly displayed their good had become hollow showcases of nothing but death and misery. The occasional destroyed soul could be seen as they caressed their dead to sleep waiting for death to draw their numbers as well, but who was to say that would happen? The images imprinted themselves on the jedi knight’s mind like a stain on the conscience that would never go away. She had heard that ‘war was hell’ but to read of it and see it were two different things.

In the middle of the square stood the destroyed remains of a fountain. The peaceful waters ran through it’s cracks and splashed into contaminated pool below. In it’s destruction lie an odd sense of tranquility and it was as good place as any to just sit down. Kana pushed her lower back against the cold stone and slid down into a seated position. If she closed her eyes she could almost dream herself away. Back to Ossus, back to home and the peaceful gardens.

And there it was, the truth. Kana hated this. She wanted to be home she wanted to do the same old sparring routines she always did with Master [member="Corvus Raaf"]. She wanted to be left in peace. No sith, no wars. The girl with the impossible dream, that was her.

Eyes wide shut Kana tried to send her friend a simple message. ‘I’m... Afraid.’

It didn’t feel anymore right than it seemed, a jedi was never afraid yet here she was. Head leaning on the cold hard base of a fountain with arms crying out in pain. She let her location be felt should her friend be around. In this moment she needed her help more than ever.