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

[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 | [member="Melakoth Tyrin"] | The Immortal​

(This has been arranged with Mordecai)​

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The Yammosk seemed to chortle. Its body heaved and moved up and down, its form shifted, and its great weight seemed to sigh for a moment. Then it rang in Lira's head once more.​

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Her words caught in her throat. The audacity of what she had asked the creature struck her quite harshly of course. She had asked a living being to kill itself, to sacrifice its life for her own purposes, for her own design, and she was going to press the issue. That turned her stomach upside down. The idea of it, the fact of what she was doing, it made her sick, she could feel the bile beginning to grow in her throat.​

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This was wrong. This was against everything she had been taught.​

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No. Not everything.​

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She had known that one day this would come, that a decision of great importance would face her, and that she would have to do something. She closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating, finding that steel backing of the force. It flowed into her, surged within her, then her eyes snapped open.​

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“To save lives.” Her words struck a powerful cord, strong and booming, thoughts and influence being driven into the Yammosk. “I know what you are. I know what your purpose is, I know why you exist and what you were made for. War.”​

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It didn't speak. “You were bred for it, made for it, you will never do anything else. You are a War Coordinator, that is your title, your function, you life.”​

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The creature seemed to nod.​

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It wasn't just her words that were pressing, it was her thoughts, her strength. Everything she had was pushed into this, subtle hint and pushes of the force, small touches against pressure points in the creatures mind. Lira drove the mind trick home, trying to push her own opinions on the Yammosk.​

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She was no better than a Sith.​

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“They'll use you. They'll use your species until this war ends. They will see to it that thousands of your kin are bred. Countless of your species driving the war efforts of the Sith, and when it done, they will toss you by the wayside, end you, as you will be no more use.” The Yammosk seemed to thrum slightly, shaking. It was starting to believe. She pressed on, pushing her thoughts on the creature with a subtle opening of her palm, she could feel something else distracting it, pushing at it, the Republic Fleets GAM. “Don't let them use you. Stop them. End this battke here and curb what they're doing. End it for us all.”
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A bit dramatic, but from the way the Yammosk thrummed and hummed slightly, she thought she might have succeeded. The last push of her words mingling slightly in the air. The creature remained silent for a moment more, then spoke.​

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Lira didn't breath. She simply looked around the vessel, then focused on the Yammosk.​

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“End it.” ​

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The word was rough, forced, and almost as soon as it passed her lips The Phobos began to rubmle. Its massive Dovin Basals shifted and changed their course, beginning to move the massive fifteen hundred meter carrier, directly towards The Immortal.​

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TL;DR: Lira convinced the Yammosk that the One Sith were using its species and would eventually eradicate them, to curb this the Yammosk has decided to end the battle, IE it's gonna crash The Phobos Into The Immortal.​

 

[Khallesh]

Location: Generator Room
Objective: Say hello
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Praelior"] [member=Reverence] Anyone in the generator.
Enemies: ? [member="Nefertari Sovint"] want to dance?
Theme: What do you think I am, 12?

The eastern door to the generator slid open. A cry of “Fall back!” echoed down the metallic hallways, accompanied by a myriad of colourful reflections and the sound of blaster fire. Heavy boots thundering across the decks came next, followed by shouting and screaming. Nothing emerged yet. The screaming increased, the frequency of blaster noises and flashes reduced to a much slower beat.

Something came through the doors, fast. A republic soldier, back first and feet nearly a feet from the floor. The tail of an amphistaff protruded from one side of the chest, whipping back and forth and eviscerating the unfortunate soldier. On the other side of him Khallesh pumped her legs furiously, one hand on her staff and the other braced against the soldier’s chest.

She lunged forward with her left leg and planted it. The soldier’s momentum carried him forwards and he crashed to the ground, his plastoid armour cracking as it hit the dead. He flopped like a ragdoll, his left fist slowly uncurling to let the hatchet he’d been holding clatter to the ground. Blood slowly trickled from the corner of his mouth as he exhaled his last breath. Khallesh was already down on her haunches. Her left hand, fingers splayed, was on the deck. Her rightarm out to the side gripping her staff. Her head was tilted slightly to the side as she surveyed the room, a feral hiss escaping her lips. There was nothing left to kill in sight.

Someone said something to her in basic, but in her current state she didn’t even process it. Her breathing was hard and shallow, and blood ran for a number of wounds. The battle lust had taken her, and it would take a few moments for her to control herself. Gradually her breathing slowed along with her pulse, she allowed her tight grip to loosen on the amphistaff and it coiled around her waist dutifully.

She stood back up tall, as several more Yuuzhan Vong emerged from the eastern corridor to flank her. “Subaltern Khallesh Val, reporting.”

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: Dropship
Objective: To continue to be The Shield
Allies: [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]
Enemies: tbc

Corvus looked at Kana repairing herself. It seemed the more and more she was around her friend, she’d seen a shift in her focus. What she saw now appeared to be a true calling for Kana. Kana Truden, Jedi Healer? It sounded right somehow. It also sounded a million miles away from where they were now.

And she saw the Padawans helping out, despite their injuries always looking to help others. Selfless. That’s what Jedi are. She figured they’d make great Knights sooner or later. From this position, the future looked a lot more promising than the present.

Aware her first few words were overtaken by circumstances, and that eyes were upon her again, Corvus drew in a deep breath and spoke again. Slowly and calmly. Or at least, that’s how she hoped it came across, given the nature of what she was about to say. ”The GrandMaster has been taken by the Sith.” There was no way to sugar-coat it or dress it up in flowery words. There were no obvious means to make it sound positive. So she simply told it how it was. ”I’ve had it confirmed from two independent sources now. There will be contingency measures in place, so we shall carry on. Take comfort in the fact that she is strong. Only the weak fall to the Dark-side.”

“But for now, we need to get everyone back to safety. To Ossus.”

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Republic Dropship [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]: Unknown [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies:Corvus Raaf,[/SIZE]Seraphina Shel'tah,[member="Kana Truden"]
Enemies: Bucket heads & the one sith

As Corvus spoke sanya's eyes where locked onto her. the news was awful this just topped the list of all bad news, with reports in every moment of people dying, this battle was obviously lost. Sanya was not finished there where lives still to save, any small act can have the biggest impact after all.

the grandmaster though what would this mean for the Jedi for the republic as well, Jedi are peace keeper's, a voice of reason. "master Corvus what dose this mean for the order?"

sanya knew whatever kind of plan there was to rescue the grandmaster she had to be apart of it in some way or another.
the Jedi was her family that gave her a home, the least she could do was help protect them as they do her.

peace, knowledge, serenity, harmony this is what the Jedi live for.

 

[Kana Truden]

LOCATION: Nowhere important - Leaving
OBJECTIVE:

• 
  Leave this hellhole
  

ALLIES:
The Galactic Republic: [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'Tah"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]

ENEMIES:
The One Sith: [Faction Members]

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The grandmaster lost. A day that had begun in celebration ended in everything but. A day for life had become all about loss. Loss of lives, loss of hope, loss of blood. Seraphina’s advice seemed as good as any. To rest. To whisk away for just this one time and dream of greener pastures. To forget all about the events that had gone down throughout the day and just exist for now. No doubt Kana would be called on for another battle but until then there was little she intended to do but forgive and forget, practice and improve.

“Yeah, you’re… You’re right.” Kana let her hand slump away from her wound. It was still open, somewhat. “We’ll be ready next time.”

Hopefully. She slumped back onto the floor with a thud. Her arms cried out again and she let out a small grunt. She would rest for now. The others knew to wake her if things got out of hand.

 

[The Hound]

Location: Enroute to city South sector
Objective: Get off my lawn
Allies: The Force, The Goddess
Enemies: The Galactic freaking Rebulic [member="Vaudin Miir"]

Twi'lek, male. Malicious intent. Turbolift. The sequence played through his head in quick images. The smoke erupting from his weapon as the scattergun fired its buckshot accompanied with a puff. As past and future met in the middle the turbolift dinged, the buckshot was fired. His back had been to the lift and he spun around in slight surprise at how fast the future had caught up with him. Reaching out with the Force he attempted to stop the rounds from hitting their mark. Several stopped mid flight, a few nicked his left leg and bare shoulders. He sucked his teeth in annoyance, dropping the pellets he had caught with the Force.

A second white blade erupted with a snap-hiss from another lightsaber, and then a third, this one a deep red. It floated to his right, its blade pointing to the sky. Nodding at the man whom had fired on him the blade turned parallel to the ground and rocketed at the Twi'lek, Turin chasing right after it.

 

[Vaudin Miir]

Location: South sector
Objective: Get off my lawn
Allies: My boot in your backside
Enemies: [member="Vaermina"]


'Well if one over zealous glowstick wasn't enough.' Vaudin thought as he let loose the twelve gauge scatter shot of his second barrel. The loud booming report of the shot gun echoed as the shot leapt forth. Vaudin dropped the shotgun and shot his hands down for his twin blasters. The Iktotchi fired twice from the hips at a six degree angle along the red blade as it streamed forward. The bolts were meant to glance of the inbound blade and ricochet up at the Sith's chest.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Location: Orbit
Objective: Return to Ossus.
Allies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]
Enemies: None

Music:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4bqBA9ZkMg0
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The words Corvus spoke felt empty. Taken? How? Of all things how did THAT happen? The battle: lost, Manaan: lost, countless soldiers, Jedi, and civilians: lost. She looked down at the burning planet as they drifted further and further away. Anything else? Is there anything else you can take from us today?! Her thoughts nearly became words, held back only by the mere fact that her mouth was closed. I should have buried my blade in your back as you crawled out of that heap of rubble [member="Xhexania"] . Sera knew she shouldn't feel that way, but right now, it was well past her ability to either control, or suppress.

"Master Raaf, do you know if anyone else has been taken? Or...Killed?" Honestly, there really wasn't any answer Corvus could offer that would make her feel any better. She just wanted to go home. To Ossus? No...She wanted to go back to Cambria. She wanted to see her family, she wanted to see her father, hug her mother, and she wanted to find her brother, wherever he had gone, whatever star system he vanished to. She just wanted things back the way they were, before everything became so complicated. She wished she were but a small child again, sitting on the floor of her home, playing happily.

The dropship hit a patch of turbulence and snapped her out of her daydream. The Padawan placed her hands gently on the back of her master's head as she sat beside her, lifting it a bit from the cold, hard floor, letting Kana rest her head in Sera's lap as she looked out, embracing the quiet solitude as they headed into high orbit to board the Republic ship that would take them the final stretch back to Ossus.

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Location: Generator facility, en route to dropship
Objective: Leave, quickly as possible
Allies: Jedi, Republic
Foes: OS
Track:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3OxVRr_1Pc

Standing outside the walls of the facility, a voice suddenly spoke
"Look around, sis. There's nothin' left for ya here. Bail outta dodge while ya can."
"...Miyuki..." I whispered
For the first time in a long time, I beheld my sister. She stood there, a Force ghost.
I looked around. All I saw was destruction, alongside several innocent lives destroyed.
"Well what are ya waiting for? Miyuki said, smiling

Anyone around would see the candy red glow coming from my robe. I rushed across the bridge, lapsing one last time to the dark side. A wave of Sith troops blocked my path, a "whoosh-hiss" sound was heard as my lightsaber ignited. I cut through several men with juyo. The last Sith to block my path was a Vong coming at my left side. His armor had been destroyed, I shoved two fingers straight up what was supposedly his nose and kept running.

Not far from the dropship, The lapse subsided. I let the vong go, he ran off at a breakneck speed as I wretched. Getting back to my feet, I sensed something flying towards me. I pinpointed its location and fired a blaster bolt into it. I got caught by the very edge of a blast bug, damaging my artificial hand and wrecking my lightsaber. Not even a second after, a slug was fired into my right shoulder. An earsplitting scream pierced the surrounding air.

I fired three shots at my asailant before running towards the dropship and reaching my destination. I would soon be on my way back to Ossus.

(OOC: Sorry, [member="Khallesh "], maybe some other time)

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Republic vessel [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]: retreat [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies:Corvus Raaf,[/SIZE]Seraphina Shel'tah,Kana Trudenhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5125-kana-truden/
Enemies: Bucket heads & the one sith

As the dropship landed in the republic vessel I had turned my head to Kara and seraphina, as Kara looked so peaceful asleep, seraphina looked as she had been built up to only be destroyed by what horrors happened this day. I couldn't lie no training could prepare anyone for this, I was shaken up I didn't know what to feel nor how to take it. It has been a nightmare. "seraphina" I lowered my voice to avoid waking Kana just yet " we can't lose hope, because the moment that is lost so have we. things may seem bad now but we still have this dawn in what seems as a very long night. some after this day my think it's eternal but nothing lasts for ever, and the force will guide us to restore order" I understood some of what seraphina had been feeling, but it hit her the worsed here of what I could see.

As the ramp lowered a medical team was at stand by, and ranking soldiers to escort Corvus to de briefing. seraphina had woke up Kana so she could be moved to Med bay. the medical staff put her on a bed to transport her.

I sat there and put my head in my hands, I wanted to cry but I felt as I had to remain strong, block everything out. the force felt as it was shredding throughout my body like it did when I was a child. it took a moment and a deep breath to get me back on track.

I stood up reaching out for seraphina's hand to help her up. I looked at her "everything will be okay. if you need to talk I will listen, where here for each other" I put my arms around her to give her some comfort and let her follow kana to med bay. As the others left I walked over to the hanger's ship entrance and sat down I gazed amongst the empty void of space it seemed calming, but the truth was it made me feel alone.

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Location: republic vessel
Objective: return to Ossus
Allies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Kana Truden"]
Foes: None
Track:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xE-s8DaHvE

Space, a place I had been to many times; and yet, something about it still had a mystical quality. Several memories flooded her mind: the time she went to her mother's homeworld, making the journey to Naboo and meeting Master Bari, blowing up that Sith space station...no wait that was a dream, then there was that time with Nathan Bla-
My trail of thought was cut off as I felt a needle stab into the wound from the slug. The pain was soon followed by the cool, soothing feel of bacta.

I took a look at what was left of my lightsaber. The focusing crystals were ruined, The main crystal was still usable. I would have to craft a new lightsaber soon. Perhaps two. I'd borrow a training saber when I returned.

I put my head in my hands and cried. I had failed

 

[Xilo Gale]

Location: Kolto Facility
Objective 2: Go get healed
Allies: [member="Viktor Romanov"]
Enemies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Kian Karr"] Jedi/Republic]

Watching as Varus dissapeared into the darkness Xilo listened hearing the man land with a heavy thud quite a bit away from where he should've landed. This jedi was so resourceful and full of surprises that he had made this the most exciting fight that Xilo had ever participated in. The way that he had taken Xilo's arm away from him with a clever maneuver and how even now he was continuing to fight. This was someone that Xilo respected in a sick and twisted sort of way seeing him as more of a rival that he wanted to best. Listening to the com chatter Xilo had begun hearing some very surprising things such as how the Grandmaster of the jedi had been taken by the Sith. A laugh escaped Xilo's lips as he completely forgot about the battle. The Sith seemed to have all but won. Some jedi were even in retreat.

"Well it's been fun." Xilo yelled out into the darkness hoping the jedi could hear him. "YOu are hands down the best opponent I've fought, but this fight has sadly come to a end. It is time for you to leave." Xilo said holstering his pistol and turning away to go collect his arm. His body heavy from the effort he had put into fighting after loosing his arm. Sweat now coated his whole body, his clothes drenched. "What you gonna attack a unarmed person? Isn't that against your jedi ways?" Xilo asked before placing his foot beneath his arm and kicking it up into the air where he grabbed it. "Now if you''ll excuse me I must go get this taken care of. Doubt it'll be reattached. But I'll always remember what you did to me... Always." Xilo commented. "Coming?" He'd ask Viktor as he made his way for the nearest doorway.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Ahto City Proper - Generator Room

Objective: Control.

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

Foes: Republic/Jedi | [member="Meeristali Peradun"]
OOCly tl;dr: Carach shutdown the generator, stuff is gonna be swimming soon.

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Change was in the air, it flowed through the battlefield… the simple shift in fault lines. Opportunities rising up and failing quicker than before, and through it all Darth Carach stood in front of the generator. Most of those fault lines were interwoven with the generator and what the Sith Lord would decide to do with it. Had things gone differently, had there not been mad chatter on Carach’s commlink about the Space Battle, had there been mention of opportune victory above the planet they might have tried something else.

But it was becoming clear to the Voice of the Dark Lord that decisive measures had to be taken. Just as the land troops of the Republic were falling back, retreating, fleeing… so where the fleets of the Sith being pounded, in a slightly less positive way. They might yet win, Carach was no fortune teller, he knew not what the future had in store for them.

The only thing he could do was try and make an educated guess, which roughly ended with the realization that Ahto City would have to fall. A decisive victory to stab the resurgent Republic forces straight through the heart and make them abandon the planet altogether.

Reverance was here, Xiangu was slowly slipping into unconsciousness, Vrag was still playing around with the remnants of the armies. They were controlling the Generator and its immediate areas, of this much he was sure. But keeping at it… trying to hold it would prove difficult.

And so the decision was made.

With a powerful surge he flowed into the machinery and forced it to a screeching halt. Cogs, transistors, wirings, whichever the generator preferred more were halted in its tracks -- this all caused a shock, a groan of sorts, which permeated throughout the city.

Everyone would be able to sense the shocks, hear the metal groaning under a sudden weight it had not been calculated to carry. It would take a while before the City would submerge proper and well, enough time to evacuate the troops, enough time… to do something else.

He called out to [member="Reverance"] , perhaps the only man he would trust in this particular situation. ‘I am going to stabilize Xiangu, Rev. Stand vigil, please.’ Familiarity, civility, a command wrapped in a question. Two sides struggling to make sense of his current role. Sith Lord, Voice, First Among Equals. Man, teacher, that guy who loved this girl. Sorta. He wasn’t entirely clear on that part yet.

Putting her gently on the ground, her hands settled down on her stomach the Sith Lord would blink and sigh.

There were many ways of doing it, but only a few were a possibility right now. He didn’t have any medical supplies, never was the best healer and the Darkside did not allow for it, Sith Magic would do more harm than good, Techno Virus? He somehow thought Matsu wouldn’t appreciate him sticking a virus into her without her consent.

Probably.

Almost as an afterthought he looked up, his eyes picking up Khallesh as she reported. He assumed direct control over the situation.

“Subaltern [member="Khallesh "]Val, right on time. The Republic is retreating, the generator is down and we will soon be neck-deep into the ocean. Take [member="Vrag"] and organize an evacuation of the Vong forces.’

He was about to look back at Matsu, before he again noticed something, or rather someone. [member="Ludolf Vaas"] , who was right on time as well.

“Vaas, Lord Vornskr speaks highly of you. The fact you are here only underlines this fact. We will also need to organize an evacuation of our ground troops, you are in charge of that.” he was about to add something, but then decided against it, instead finally focusing on Matsu again.

This was hard, many things pulled at him, desires, responsibilities. Difficult for one man to handle.

The Sith Lord closed his eyes and energy started to seep into Xiangu. It wouldn’t do much, her arm wouldn’t suddenly regrow, but it would stabilize her to a degree, stop the bleeding and allow her some rest. She had earned it after everything done here.

So much done.

 

[Vrag]

LOCATION: Ahto City - Generator room
OBJECTIVE:

• Escape death by drowning
• Help evacuate Vong forces

ALLIES: [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Khallesh"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Reverance"]
ENEMIES: [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | What's left of the 'Pubs

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A great rumble echoed around them, and then everything shifted. The ground beneath them groaned as the layers upon layers of permacrete-durasteel construction below suddenly became heavier, and the toll it was taking upon the floating city was becoming more obvious by the second. In short:

They were sinking.

"Kark," Vrag blurted, the word sounding more like an observation rather than an expletive. Her orders were shouted mere moments later, across the debris-filled room and through the sound of the Republic's last stand. Still, the words were clear enough, and her blue eyes scanned the battlefield for the Vong lieutenant.

"[member="Khallesh"]!" she echoed the Sith Lord's command with a yell of her own, counting on the fact that the warrior would respond to her name being called. Does she even speak Basic? The thought briefly flickered in her mind, but was extinguished immediately as the Sith focused on more pressing matters. She reached the Vong fairly quickly, since she'd been near the East corridor anyway, her gaze sweeping across their masses in the generator room.

Vrag felt dumbly powerless for a second, chaos and death raging around her as her mind raced to think of what to do. She'd been in a few skirmishes with the Vong, and the species had been around the One Sith forces for long enough that the firrerreo had managed to pick up a few words. She turned to face into the general direction of the mostly scattered platoons and took a long, deep breath.

"Yuuzhan Vong, guvvuk!"

It wasn't much, but it was something, and the reality of the situation would dawn even upon the most crazed among them. If not, they weren't worth saving anyway. Vrag set her jaw at the harsh thought, but this was war, and sacrifices had to be made to insure the survival of others.

"[member="Ludolf Vaas"], do we have dropships coming in?" The Acolyte shouted into her comlink over the din of battle and the sighs of a sinking city. "We should coordinate our escape routes so we don't get in each other's way," she added when she was sure the man on the other side was listening.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

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

He cradled the girl in his arms, making her as comfortable as he possibly could despite wearing heavy plate armor that made tanks look like paper mache protected them. Though her eyes were peaceful and her mouth slightly opened, but her breathing was a little less than ragged and bruises peppered her slight frame generously. Cuts and scrapes were even more plentiful but she was still breathing and her heart still pounded with a need to live.

The Dragon Lord's gaze rose from Lara and the necklace around her neck and found solace in the calm, gentle eyes of the Jedi. Sabena Shai. Two words that would forever be ingrained into his mind as the one true being in this galaxy that had understood a wealth more than her age gave away. She couldn't be much older than seventeen and had saved the life of her enemy's most precious gift. The man standing behind her planted a hand on her shoulder and nearly tugged her away before he could get his own words in.

"Thank you." His throat ached and the knotting in his belly wouldn't cease.

Yet, she was off and the hurried sounds of Yuuzhan Vong warriors and medical staff rushed the hangar. A human garbed in the stark whites and reds of a medical officer rushed at him in a frenzy, a bag of supplies on his back and his glasses swaying with each step. It was a Yuuzhan Vong vessel of course, but the Children of Yun-Yuuzhan didn't know how to patch up a human being.

The man dropped to his knees before the lord and immediately started developing a diagnosis of Lara, spewing medical terms as if he were a water fountain before cracking open his bag. Mordecai stopped him with a hand clamped to his shoulder.

"We need to leave. Get me to a Yorik-Trema."

The bespectacled man swallowed his surprise. "Yes, sir," he waved over a few warriors and relayed the orders.

Mordecai rose with the girl in his arms, starting for one of the transports before he stopped. "Wait," a few of the subalterns halted, "Bring that droid. He will be in my care." The Dragon Lord cocked his helmet towards the still smoldering ruins of the freighter and the shattered remains of what was once an astromech droid. Most of it had remained intact but several components were laying about. Begrudgingly, the two warriors complied and began moving the bot into the Yorik-Trema just as Mordecai entered it.

"We're going to the Solace, sir." The medical officer said before the transport took off, spewing out of the Phobos' hangar and towards a medical frigate in the far rear lines.

We're going home, sweetheart. You'll be better in no time.​

Just keep breathing.​

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[Exit Thread]​

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Location: Ahto Generator Room
Objective: 1 [Complete - Escape]
Allies: [member="Vrag"] [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: Republic

The objective had been completed.

Overlord Vaas felt the immediate destabilization of the city through the rumbling of the ground beneath his feet. [member="Darth Carach"] had instructed him to oversee the evacuation of Sith forces from the planet, but Vaas was already reaching for his comlink.

"It will be done, my Lord," Ludolf responded to Carach before immediately turning to exit the generator facility. He would waste no time.

As blaring alarms echoed throughout the hallway and red warning sirens bathed his face in red, Vaas broke in to a run.

He tapped in to all the Sith frequencies he knew, including his own Blackblade Guard, to address them in one blanket message.

"Attention, this is Overlord Ludolf Vaas of Darth Vornskr's Blackblade Guard. Objective One has been completed - repeat, Objective One has been completed. Commence evacuation of Ahto City immediately. I want all available dropships to descend on two rendezvous points at the West and South ends of the city respectively. All ground forces proceed to these locations at once."

As far as Vaas knew, these were the two locations wherein the Sith had the most control of the city. As he continued to run out of the generator facility, he received a message from [member="Vrag"].

"Take your forces to the South rendezvous point, Lord Vrag," He responded to her. "My Blackblade Guard is in the Northwest, so they will move to the West rendezvous point."

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Ahto City - Generator Room
OBJECTIVE ONE: Naptime.
ALLIES: [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Reverance"]
FOES: Remaining Pubs, but mostly it's just naptime.

She felt the generator turn over, all resistance falling away as the city shuddered under her feet. (Or maybe that’s just me.) She was leaning against Carach to support her right side and as she realized she could let go of her hold on the machinery she seemed to let go of everything, her legs giving out and forcing her to turn and grab at Carach’s armor to hold herself up.

She’s sinking, weightless in the depths of an ocean so cold it ate in to her bones. Pale skin caught the last rays of sunlight as she sank, her fingers waving through the vestige of current this far down. The silence was deafening, a roar of pressure and the beating of her heart keeping her peaceful company. Her body tilted to the side as something…something…swam by underneath her, pulling her weight in the drag of its pass, a creature so enormous that when she managed to roll over to view it all she could truly see was the leathery texture of its skin…one eye red and so large she could have laid herself end to end over its surface twelve times over…teeth like daggers… (She could hear Carach from somewhere far away, organizing an effort to close their day’s work.) …and as it finishes its pass it bends, heading deeper… (The floor was cold against her back and she winced as the shrapnel stuck in her back ground in to muscle, letting out a sigh once she was settled.) There’d been pain back then, the first time she’d met Ovmar and he’d shown her just what she could be. But this ocean had always been hers and where once he’d made it a sea of agony, now no one was here but her…her and the once-stranger calling her towards the center.

Carach’s power flowed, a sharp nerve-pain that settled in to pleasant numbness after a moment. It was enough for her to clutch consciousness. She was so tired and the words she wanted to say wouldn’t come, stuck behind lips and teeth and tongue and instead she settled for the click of her remaining hand against his armor, pressed on his chest. (Thank you. We’ve come so far, haven’t we…)

She pushed herself to sitting, ignoring any protests to the contrary as she watched the flurry of Vong and Royal guard moving to secure the room further.

So much done indeed.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Ahto City West
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: [member="The Shadow King"]
Primary Objective 1: Sink Ahto City

• Begin the Baptism of Manaan in Darkness

Theme: Fear by Disturbed

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Spoiler

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The word echoed from her mind and radiated out like a wave of despair across the troops and and civilians within her reach - and darkness bloomed with each scream and cry. This was no mere mist of hate, no uttering of disgust or pride, tendrils of the dark side were sprung into being in the form of this dark mist that uncoiled from the serpentine lengths that had unraveled around its caster - around Silara. Her eyes burned with the same hatred that fueled her heart, the same obsession that boiled in her veins, and the same passion that lit the furnace of her soul. Romeo's words of attempted recompense fell on deaf ears - there would be no words of seduction, no mocking cries, Silara was far beyond that point now. Just as she stepped towards the building, Republic troops running away like beads of water from a hot flame, Vong abandoning the Sith Lord in all of her terror, and undead burning away like the smoldering corpse that they were, the ground shuddered and shook. Whether it be by her engineering or not, she took it to her advantage and lifted her right arm up and gestured with her hand to the building that kept the Dark Jedi from the dark lady and closed her fist. Again the island-city moved, tilting towards the north, and down she pulled. Not once did her lips move, not once did the thought to enter the Jedi's mind enter her own, instead the wall that supported much of the building was ripped open and pulled from the ground that anchored the roof in place. "There will be no mercy."

"For I do not know it."

Words spoken without the movement of tongues, telepathy in its finest sense, a voice that bellowed so softly, spoke so calmly, and yet ravaged the world so terribly, came with another tremor that shook the city to its core. The darkness around her wavered, but then grew. "Look to me now, Jedi, Dark Jedi, Traitors and enemies alike." Came her weary voice, not tired out of physical distress but of disappointment instead. "Hope is the only thing stronger than fear, it guides you and your kind with foolish thoughts of victory, blind and ignorant. It struggles with the chains of reality, the chains of fate, but fate is unbreakable." She continued, her hands rising up as she stared to the building that would soon come crumbling down. "Watch, watch as that flame, that pathetic little flame, is extinguished. Watch as hope dies. As all things must." Came her rasp voice, lips still unmoving. "Watch it rot." And with that the darkness unfurled in its true fury, its true might, just as the ground shuddered again and brought fear and realization into the eyes of those who knew what the Sith's objective had been the entire time. An incredible sight it was to behold, as if the Dark Side itself was bending, warping, to the will of one single Sith Lord, as if her voice commanded it to do her bidding, as if it obeyed. Forwards the tendrils flew, coming down like the many arms, tentacles, of a massive and unseen beast - the beast that was she, Darth Vitium. As the tendrils clashed with that which they struck, annihilation was to be observed in its rawest form. These were no mere constructs of mental manipulation - they were very much real. So real, so powerful, so dark and seductive - so beautiful that none could resist the touch of their unholy mass and survive as whole as they had been before experiencing its darkness.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

Location: High Orbit, Manaan

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

Allies: [member="Keanu Shan"] | [member="Camellia Swift"] | [member="Lira Dajenn"]

Enemies: [member="Alicia Drey"] | [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Harley"] | [member="Melakoth Tyrin"]

Spoiler

Initial Republic Fleet – 1510 metres
(Blue is shield strength, green is hull. Shield recovers slowly each post when not under attack.)
1 x Redoubt Class Cruiser – Adamant. With upgrade package – 52 Interceptors. 26 interceptors
0/0 DESTROYED
1 x Metellos Class Frigate – Liberator. 64 fighters. 39 fighters.
90/100 +10
1 x Dorin Class Corvette – Cornet. 0 attack craft
0/0 DESTROYED
1 x Taboon Class Corvette – Torrent. 24 fighters. 16 fighters.
90/100 +10
2 x Jabiim Class Corvette – Splinter, Outrider. 8 fighters each, total 16.
70/100 +10 Splinter 5 fighters
90/100 +10 Outrider 4 fighters
Total: 156 attack craft. 90 attack craft.

Republic Reinforcements – 6500 metres
1 x Remembrance Class Battlecruiser – Destiny. 24 fighters.
56/90 +15 -31 -5
1 x Warhammer Star Destroyer – The Ebbing Heart. 60 fighters, 12 bombers. (Commanded by Camellia Swift)
96/100 +10
1 x Avenger Assault Star Destroyer – Righteous. 12 bombers. 7 bombers
100/100
2 x Azalus Flak Frigate – Dart, Javelin. 0 attack craft.
0/85 Dart -24 -15
100/100 Javelin
2 x Metellos Carrier Frigate – Swiftsure, Radiant. 52 fighters, 12 bombers each. Total 128.
100/100 Swiftsure 10 bombers
100/100 Radiant 8 bombers
Total 188 fighters, 60 bombers. 37 bombers

Grand Total Both Forces: 344 attack craft (gunships and dropships not included)

(No post from Melakoth for 76 hours.)

“Sir, there’s something odd going on.”
Admiral Stahlmann turned from the window. He had expected some sort of reply from the Sith to his attacks, but they seemed paralysed.
“Report.”
“The Phobos is moving, sir! It’s heading…towards the Immortal!”
The Admiral went to the scanners and frowned. “Could it be aiming for the Righteous?” he asked, as that ship had just passed through. Then he had it. “The Jedi…the Jedi boarded that ship! They must be controlling it! Tell the Ebbing Heart and Righteous to back off, continue bombardment, and be ready for new circumstances.”
“Understood, sir!”
Meanwhile the Phobos was getting closer and closer to the vast Immortal’s crippled stern….


SUMMARY: (Carried over from last post)

• MC180 deploys GAM again, moves forward all available fighters and interceptors along with mainfleet escorts to counter Vong onslaught. Still takes damage however.
• Avenger and Warhammer slowly move down the left and right sides of the Immortal, blasting it all the time, cross over each other at the rear and head down the other side. At the end they wheel 180 degrees and begin to repeat it again.
• The Dart gets a hammering by the Dark Blade but tries to lead it away from the main battle so if it wants to continue targeting it needs to turn away from the battle.
• MC180 gets a brief pummelling from the Immortal, a longer one from the other Dark Blade. However, it climbs upwards, blasting the flank of the Immortal, then settles in above it to hammer it from above. It did this on the side Genjix is on.
• Patrol Fleet escorts continue to fire on Wake and Tombstone, add their flak fire to the central melee.
• (NEW) Ebbing Heart and Righteous have done the above, then backed off enough to be out of range of any anticipated detonations from the death of the Immortal.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Location: Same Place
Objective: Welp...Dont Die
Ally: None
Enemy: [member="Darth Vitium"]


As he sat there, and listened to the force cry out through the voices of the people dying, and screaming, he shook his head. He could feel the darkness coming at him, and the shaking of the ground as the building behind him fell. He could run, but that would be shameful, and he did not run anymore. The king knew of only one thing to do. He took his lightsaber, and sat it front of him. He opened his eyes, and looked at Silara.
He took a deep breath, no fear showed on his face, no anger. It was blank.
"I surrender Silara. You win." He spoke out loud for her to hear in their specie's native tongue.
"I am yours to do with as you please Silara Vantai."
He stayed on his knees, knowing this is where she wanted him at. Knew this would indulge her pleasure to maximum overdrive. This was everything she wanted, and he knew it would only be better to give into the Vahla's want. For him, only those he cared for heard him speak in Vahla. What else could he do? Run, and jump into the water? Swim to what?
"Please...Stop this..." The pain that echoed through the force presented something else, as he fed on it, embraced all the negative outputs in the force, so did he strengthen his connection to the darkside.
"I am your prisoner." he spoke again in the Vahla language.