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

[Kana Truden]

[Objective 1 - Keep the floater going]
Allies: [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], [member="Korsan Rung"]
Enemies: [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"] (I think?)

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“Good. See you there.” She turned her device off and pocketed it again.

People had started to scatter, the sound of gunfire tended to do that. The occasional soul too brave for their own good could be seen holding their own against the sith invaders. A respectable choice, but a foolish one. She closed up on the bridge to the generator. Something was coming, something bad but what? She slowed down, her jog became a cautious walk when the bad feeling made itself felt.

Explosions. Explosion upon explosion as mortar fire rain down upon her immediate area. She tried throwing a barrier but found her breath knocked out of her from the shockwaves. She latched on to the wall as she waited for the salvo to end. She covered her face with her arms as debris splattered across the ground. This was so not what she had intended for today!

With staggering footsteps she moved towards the bridge to the generator. Dirt on her face and hair completely in ruins she made her way. As a small part of her ability to breathe returned so did her pace and she could finally reach her intended destination albeit in a very disgraceful manner. Someone was here, a woman, a jedi she had never seen before. There was time for introductions in a bit. For now she simply settled for hunching down and grabbing her knees. One breath, two breaths, three breaths… If there was ever a bad time to lose your breath. Now was the time.

She gave the woman a second look. Kana didn’t know at the time that she was looking at the Sword of the Jedi but it would most likely dawn upon her soon enough.

“I'm Knight Truden.” Kana would have bowed but the situation did not call for it. A look would have to do. “You haven't seen a Kel Dor padawan run around here, have you?”

A rather lacking description but there were only so many Kel Dors in the Order besides [member="Kian Karr"].

((OOC: Please message me if I missed anything my mind is not happy with me today.))

 

[Invicta Zambrano]

Location: Ahto City East - Painting the town red with Republic blood
Objective: Destroy the Hyper Bouyancy system.
Allies: The One Sith, [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Darth Vitium"], [member="Khallesh"], [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]
Enemies: Republic & Jedi Infidels
Music: Five Finger Death Punch feat. Rob Halford "Lift Me Up"


"Yessss..."

The soft, sibilant intonation was the only sound that emerged past crimson stained lips. Emerald orbs were lit with sick pleasure as Kaine ignited his lightsaber and adopted the Shien opening stance. She tracked his movements unerringly, the welcome sound of her swords being drawn from their sheaths lost in the sounds of slaughter. There was no better way to introduce herself to the galaxy at large and the Republic than to aid in the glorious destruction.

Reserving her use of the Force, Invicta instead reached out with her natural abilities, bringing soldier after soldier to their knees simply by draining their life energy away. Pure, pain-spiced energy lanced through her veins and fueled the speed with which the woman flung herself into the fray. Shining silver blades flashed in the light from the surrounded weapons fire, finding purchase in chest cavities and exposed necks. Blood flowed, as the wounds she created were not cauterized by her blades the way they would have been should she have wielded a lightsaber. It was, in her estimation, a pleasure to behold the life-giving essence flowing freely.

Soon enough, she was reasonably splattered in blood and gore, a frightening amount of delight enhancing her visage. As human as she normally appeared, her features seemed somehow sharper and her gaze lambent with her vampiric nature ascendant. Sheathing one sword, she spun and plunged it's twin into the Republic soldier staggering back to his feet. Her free hand tore his helmet off and wanked his head to the side, the other remaining securely on her sword hilt. Fangs flashed briefly before she sand them into his unprotected neck, draining what remained of his blood and his life.

Casting the body aside with a surge of vampiric strength, Invicta purred with pleasure and turned back to the slaughter after favoring her husband with a lingering, appreciative glance.

 

[Long Gone]

Location: East-West Central Bridge
Objective One: Defend against the onslaught.
Allies: [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="VlPer"] | [member="Qun Vell"] (Behind Doors) | [member="Spark Finn"] (Behind Doors) | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] (Behind Doors) | [member="Nefertari Sovint"] | [member="Korsan Rung"] | [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
Enemies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] | [member="Nick Gamastar"] | [member="Darth Inferno"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Nulgath Zardai"] | [member="Darth Helios"] | @Remaining members of One Sith that are attacking OBJ One.
Music: N/A

A beacon of Light is what she would be, almost like a focal point of Light side energy.

A burning brand, a resonating power that rippled through the Force and created a stir amongst the darkness, not allowing it to pass by or press on to create an influence of dissent amongst the Jedi who she served with – or even the Republic troops.

She felt the presence of [member="Kiskla Grayson"] approaching and that of [member="Vlper"] as well as the dismayed presence of [member="Kana Truden"]. Before she responded however, she felt the intruding presence of [member="Matsu Xiangu"] and the attempt at a telepathic message. The response was inadvertent and done so by the barriers she established through the Force – an ear-splitting ripple would echo through the Force right back at the sender in response to the missive. Should the sender be receptive, she would experience a quick and sense altering pain but only for a brief moment.


Aaralyn opened her eyes and blinked as the sounds of the debris falling around her filled her ears, the chaotic war drums of sirens and blaster fire following suit. The voice of Kana came in between somewhere. “-den. You haven’t seen a Kel Dor Padawan run around here, have you?” The blonde haired woman asked her. Aaralyn merely shook her head as she slowly rose to her feet.

“No, I haven’t.” She looked beyond the shoulder of Kana. “Prepare yourself for a second wave of attacks, and the Masters that follow.” She said as she stepped past the woman. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you Knight Truden, I am Aaralyn.” Her steps paused and she looked over her shoulder briefly. “You’ll have to forgive me, but we have a hell of a fight coming our way and I’m looking forward to it.” She would have shown the other woman a smile but it wouldn’t have mattered, it was concealed behind a mask either way.

She turned back towards the East-West Corridor opening to the bridge and brought her index and middle finger to her right ear, tapping it gently to patch directly to the channel where [member="Kiskla Grayson"] was monitoring. “Kiskla, you better hurry or you’re going to miss the fun.”

 

[Kyla Foy]

Location: Heading east of the city
Objective: Sink the city, Disable Patricia
Allies Reverance [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Darth Inferno"] @Nick Gamastar [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] @OS

Enemies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] -:- @Pubs

"You are a less than dust, fit only to be brushed from our back." was his first message that he telepathically gave to the people around him. His eyes looking down to the ground as his eyes soon looked straight towards Elara, the apprentice from [member="Darth Praelior"], "Call the graug...Reach out through the force, make it come here.", He told her colder than ever before his eyes red and his body was fading away into a dire illusion. The dark side of the force was getting more powerful than he had ever allowed to succumb to him. A dark blackened aura smoke came from him and from his body appeared two clones. He stood there and they had the exact same movements. When one of his squad mates was to be attacked, Nick's first clone a mere illusion, which looked very real only could not be killed without truly knowing they were mere illusions, [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]. The soldiers that had fallen were all carrying a knife for close quarter combat and the soldiers that died nearby, their knives were levitating within the air and suddenly they moved straight towards the head of hands of the girl. They were not meaning for a killing injury, only to make her unable to use her hands by pain. The clones were a mere salvitude they had no fear, as they only did a single task of making people tired. The second clone, he had made with his sith illusions was soon walking looking around it stood there with its eyes closed. It was a mere thing to make people think it is a sith that is off guard.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Dark Blade-class Dreadnought Genjex
Objective: Wipeout every Republic ship, protect the Immortal
Allies: Sith fleeters [member="Mordecai Zambrano"], [member="Alicia Drey"], [member="Sophie Gustav"], [member="Melakoth Tyrin"], [member="Harley"], [member="James Maar"]
Enemies: Every person waving a Republic flag, [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] [member="Keanu Shan"]

"Engage the Redoubt-class cruiser, long range barrage on their shields, stay to the flank of the Immortal, inform our fighter pilots flak fire will be coming from the starboard side to throw off the enemy fighters when more arrive," Taeli ordered, having her ship move to support the Immortal in attacking Darth Ayra's chosen target. Green flashes of energy lanced out towards the Redoubt in conjunction with the laser streaks from the Immortal. Flak started heading for the sole Republic fighter trying to tie up the Sith pilots, designing to harry it into the path of a laser or destroy it outright

"When they launch, keep the enemy fighters away from the boarding shuttles," she relayed, listening to the fleet chatter. Taking the Redoubt would be useful for the Sith indeed. Turning to her apprentice, she said, "Sophie, stay near the internal coms and make sure our gunners are keeping the fire going at all times. I want our marines on stand by as well incase the Republic try any boarding actions of their own."

She watched as a blue ripple effect started to form around the Redoubt cruiser's shields as her ship's fire began reaching the range to hit its shields.

Summary:
Long-range bombardment on the Redoubt-class crusier's shields in support of the Immortal's attacks
Flak fire into Keanu Shan's one-man dogfight (lol)

 

[Qun Vell]

Location: Hyper-Bouyancy Generator
Objective: D-Fence
Allies: [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Spark Finn"]
Foes: Boredom, Sith, Bullies, etc

As Qun took another swig of whiskey and his breath got ranker Meeristali would probably feel his connection to the Force grow. Spark perhaps as well, but he didn't know if she could sense others in the Force. Qun himself could not sense people with the Force yet, but he was also a drunk, so perhaps that had something to do with it.

"What do I know?" He said a bit sloppily. "I can hold my breath." He said, and then began holding his breath to demonstrate, channeling his lesson in breath control from Ryan Korr. "I can pick things up." He said, and held one of his lightsabers telekinetically half a foot above his hands. "And . . . and . . . I can do this." He said and clenched a fist, a small half-dome of protective shielding materializing for a second, before he unclenched his fist and let it go.

"What can you do sparkey?"

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: City streets
Objective: Objective 1.
Side Quest: rally troops and shoot Logan in his stupid bearded face.
Foes: [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Nick Gamastar"] and sith
Allies: The republic


Patrica saw the man let out his spectacular war cry and gallant charge only to quite literally crash and burn once the jetpack came into effect. She gave a soft humorous scoff at that but there was only so little laugh. The sith were hammering the defensive lines hard and they had to push them back immediately or this first line of defense would be completely lost. Coming up behind her were a few squads of republic troopers to help reinforce the republic defenses. Patricia would be taking control of them soon but she had to bound from cover to get somewhere else soon. She could not stay in this position forever and she knew that. So popping the corner again she shouldered the Czerka assault rifle and let out a few more chatters of BANG slugs. With another sick pop of flesh a Yuuzhan Vong warriors brain exploded out the back of his head to fall over dead. Sith forces were moving hard and things were not looking good. Refocusing she moved to what looked like a sith trooper sergeant by the chevrons on his armor. Giving off another burst of slugs she riddled the men's torso with bullets killing him instantly.


"MOVING!" She said pushing out from her corner, side stepping her her rifle still at her cheek she aimed it at a Vong warrior and made sure he caught three rounds in his neck to sever his spinal chord. An explosion went off behind her from incoming mortars and the blonde lost her balance. Rolling onto the ground she put her back up against an overturned cart that had once sold fish by the looks of it. It reeked of dead fish and blood, but the small of gunfire was helping to cover that up. Pressing the magazine well release she dropped out the spent magazine and loaded a new mag of BANG slugs into the well. Cocking back the rifle she was live again and ready to fight. Republic forces started to launch a counter attack, marines were pushing up the street to try and reinforce the point of engagement. A republic marine besides Patricia was hit by some bio rounds from a Vong warrior, he fell to the ground screaming until he was finished by a few more incoming rounds. Blood sprayed onto Patricia and she saw the light leave the man's eyes. Emotions of hatred and disgust twisted inside her and it made her want to kill every last one of the sith attacking.

Popping back up she took a high kneeling shooting position behind the cart that was located more to the left side of the street on the side walk. She focused her aim on a squad of about four sith troopers and let out a spray of about fifteen bullets to knock them all down in a flash of gore and death. There was still so many of them. "HIT ANY SOFT TARGETS!! GET A SQUAD ON ME!!" The little agent barked out orders and a few moments later a squad of republic marines were on her position. There was about five of them and they looked torn to hell. "Lay down a field of overlapping fire!! Get that Judge up behind this cart and start laying down suppressive fire as the fire team moves into position behind those speeders!!" She pointed at a few overturned speeders towards the center of the street. "Move!" Patricia popped back up to see [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] try and fire a few blind shots outwards. She didn't know who the man was exactly but she would keep that target in cover then shift over to more incoming sith forces. The machine gunner set up his massive LMG the Tenloss Judge support weapon. And in a few moments the massive weapon was laying down pure cyclic fire at sith forces shredding soft targets to pieces. Patricia took aim at the man behind cover and yelled. "SUPPRESSING!!" She fired a few more armor piercing slugs in a chatter of three or four rounds per burst while the other marines moved to their designated positions. Moving to use her last few rounds in her clip she fired at a sith trooper that was pushing up where Logan had taken cover. Hitting him right between the eyes the sith would fall over so Logan could see his dead body. "EAT IT MOTHER KARKER!!" She pointed out a target that was a force user [member="Nick Gamastar"], he had somehow used illusion to create more of himself. But that didn't matter, the Judge machine gun let out a roar of automatic fire that would cover the entire area the boy and his copies stood in. Let no one say Patricia discriminated

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Location: Dark Blade-class Dreadnought Genjex
Objective: Wipeout every Republic ship, protect the Immortal
Allies: Sith fleeters Mordecai Zambrano, Alicia Drey, Melakoth Tyrin, Harley, James Maar
Enemies: Every person waving a Republic flag, Friedrich Stahlmann

Watching the space in front of them blare with all sorts of colors, Sophie was starting to feel the heat of battle already. Her inner self lite up as she watched ships fight with ships, blasting wave after wave of cannons and heavy battery shells at one another. The Sith were powerful enough to stand against the Republic and the Jedi, and today was another sign of that. Seeing it all Sophie wished she had the power to reach out with the force and just crush the ships in front, making it all the easier to defeat their enemy. But such a feat was, sad to say, impossible.

When her had told her to Sophie nodded before walking over to the internal comm station on the bridge. She stood behind all the crew members who were going through readouts and conveying any and all back channel feeds and the like they would hear. Sophie gave them a reminder to be wary of any attacks or attempts to board the ship, they nodding while continuing with their work. From there Sophie continued to monitor, awaiting any further instruction.

 

[Evor]

Location: The Streets
Objective: Route the outer layer of defenses
Allies: [member="Darth Inferno"] -:- [member="Nick Gamastar"] -:- [member="Reverance"] -:- [member="Matsu Xiangu"] -:- @OS
Enemies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] -:- @Pubs

They couldn't lose their momentum, or else everything would fall apart. Drawing in a deep breathe, Logan holstered his pistol and whipped the Republic made rifle that lay across his back to the front of his person. He aimed down the sights to make sure nothing had gotten bent or damaged during the landing and slight accident. Happy with their current state, he charged out from behind cover, rallying the troops around him as he encouraged them to charge. The second he stepped out, the Sith trooper in front of him fell down suddenly, sporting nothing where his head used to be. He pursed his lips in anger and yelled all the more louder for the troopers to move forward. He stepped over the corpse and bent at the knees to pick up the hilt of the saber he had dropped. He stood quickly, shaking the fire from his limbs as he felt them already began to tense up from the exertion.

He pointed at two troopers who had launchers on their shoulders are ordered them to stop where they were and lay down some suppressing fire for the rest of the assault force. "Go! Go!" he shouted into the air, encouraging every forward. While he was not at the head of the small unit, he lead it valiantly until the roar of a LMG boke them, killing about half the squad before the rest were able to dive for cover or lay in the street with various different wounds. The Vong however, pressed forward, bolts ricocheting off their armor for the most part. A few fell not to rise again, but they pushed forward with no hesitation or remorse in killing. Logan deflected a single bolt that made its way toward his chest and he jumped in with a group of Vong, leaving the constant stream of troopers to command themselves and fight back.

He bent low as he ran with the group of vong that closed in on the first line of defense. He was almost sure Patricia saw him join them, but even if she had, their armor gave him some sense of protection. He ducked out into the entrance area of another building and peeked out to see the damage that had been done to the Troopers. The street was littered with bodies, some still thrashing about and crying out for help. However, he was "glad" top see that one of the troopers with a launcher was still raining hell down onto the Pubs troops... for now. He reached into a pouch at his belt and pulled out one of the four thermals he had on his person. In one fluid motion he ran across the street, diving the last few feet and lobbing the thermal at where he thought the LMG to be, at least hoping to do some damage to the surrounding area.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: The streets
Objective 1: Defend and push back enemy counter attack.
Allies: Republic
Enemies: Sith and [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]
Musical score
http://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=4LALfYOMk6c

Patricia sat back behind cover dropping out the second empty mag of BANG slugs. She had another two left and another three of BASIC slugs, by the rate the battle was going she would run out of ammo soon. Taking a deep breath the republic agent focused, took out her second to last mag of the explosive ammo and slammed it into the well of the rifle. She cocked back the weapon and chambered the round once more, they had to push back the sith, they just had to. The marine on the LMG was firing away cutting down sith troopers and a few Vong where a round had impacted areas not covered by their crab armor. Taking another deep breath Patricia took her high kneeling shooting position and focused in to see [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] lead a counter attack of Vong and sith troopers bringing up the rear. Aiming down her sights into the RCO sight on the rifle she let out a few bursts of rifle fire to kill two or three Vong charging up the street. "SHIFT FIRE!!" She yelled to her gunner to aim at Logan. But it was too late, the man had thrown a thermal deathly close to their position. Patricia's eyes went wide and she grabbed the gunner by the collar. "MOVE!!" Diving with him under a parked speeder nearby more towards the center of the street the explosion destroyed the LMG left behind along with the cart that it inhabited. Shrapnel flew everywhere and a piece of it lodged itself into Patricia's right arm. Tearing through flesh the hot piece of metal went in and out causing the woman to shriek in pain. It hurt like hell but she had to keep fighting. Crawling to the other side with her gunner without a gun the man produced a blaster pistol to help stem the incoming tide of sith and Vong.

In front of Patricia was the line and it was quickly starting to crumble, two of the four marines she sent up were dead, their bodies impaled on amphistaffs. "HOLD THE LINE!!" Patricia screamed out from behind cover. Lifting her rifle back up her arm felt fine for now as the pain reliving endorphins were flooding her system. Taking aim at [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] she was going to take the head off the snake leading the charge. With a few bursts of the bang slugs she fired at Logan then shifted targets to hit a Vong dead in the eye that was approaching one of her marines. "I NEED AN AIR STRIKE NOW!!" Patricia refocused her rifle keeping her cheek tight to the stock of he rifle. Aiming down her sight she shot another chatter that pierced the armor of a Vong sending him to the floor dead. Next to her the gunner ducked low and began to call in an air strike. "Delta class, delta class we need a priority fire mission on our coordinates over! Danger close! I repeat danger close! Watch for the orange smoke that is your target!" The trooper reached into his pocket to produce a canister type grenade. Pulling the pin he threw it and it landed in the horde of Yuuzhan Vong that had finished off the last two marines in her squad. Patricia bit her lip seeing the Vong rip the spines and heads off her men, part of her wanted to jump out and kill them all with her hands. But she knew better, she watched the orange smoke cloud the street and it was time to back up.

Running backwards Patrica could hear the screeching sounds of the LLS-4 Devastator-class Assault Gunships. She ran back to rally republic troops to form a new line and hold whatever troops that were going to survive this strike. The gunship screeched low and began to unload everything it had, it's missiles grenade launchers and blaster bolts flooded the streets killing dozens of Yuuzhan Vong and sith troopers. The blast it let out was devastating to a counter attack, the sith would gain those hundred yards or so but Patricia would make damn sure that this line held. More republic squads lined up around the street forming a line in the earth. A good thirty men reformed and took cover behind speeders, carts, mailboxes, anything that could take a blaster. Patricia was at the center holding her Czerka rifle and feeding a fresh clip Into it. After the smoke cleared from the blast they would fight to make sure these good people would live, that darkness would not have them today and the people of Ahto city could live in peace once more.

Patricia cocked her rifle back and bellowed three words from her tiny voice that rallied the men.

"FOR THE REPUBLIC!!"

 

[Kyla Foy]

Location: Heading east of the city
Objective: Sink the city, Disable Patricia
Allies: [member="Reverance"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Darth Inferno"] @Nick Gamastar [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] @OS

Enemies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] -:- @Pubs

Dangerous, this girl Patricia was, she surely had fire within the core of her heart. The heart of a warrior, the mouth of a lieutenant. A grim smile appeared across his face as the woman had seemed to want to take the combat for real. When the girl was using a burst rapid shooting blaster towards Logan as well as himself. He tried to guard himself by putting a dead body in front of him with force levitation. He had no armor to protect him and suddenly his arm slammed back in a way.

A blaster bullet had penetrated his arm, a terrifying feeling was felt in his head giving signals to his brain as he started about to scream, the dark side of the force getting only more powerful within him. His will was getting tainted and blackened at that moment. His will, his goal, his apprentice were the one that kept him standing, but not even Darth Praelior nor his other masters would have ever known that he was this protective over for his own apprentice. He did not even know her that well and he was going so far for the young girl. "Rawwwwr! I will become a Sith Knight! I will get my apprentice back!" He exclaimed both of his arms slammed forward, the blaster bullet had left his arm. His unclear thoughts were being exclaimed out loud, which actually was good alignment like goals. They were making him work harder, it was to get his apprentice Chantique back, whatever the cost.

The meatshield, the dead body of a trooper from the Republic that was first guarding him were suddenly going straight for the girl. "It is unacceptable!" He walked forward and another body was levitating in front of him, with his other hand debris around the area; rocks, knives, empty blaster bullet shells were all going straight over towards the girl. This time even if the girl tried to dodge them, they would be pulled back and would follow the girl, Patricia

 

[300]

Objective: One
Allies: [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Nick Gamastar"]
Enemies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
Location: Making My Way To Said Generators>


The man name Inferno was not on the landing zone, watching the war explode into chaos before him. It was all too much to take in, so he focused on one thing, getting to the Generators. He ran, and he ran, his legs going as fast as possible, making him sweat under all his robes. He removed it, and his body was bear, and his silk mask still covered his face. The scars of his body were out in the open. When he reached near the end of the corridor, and popped out the end, his face would have shown surprise..
-Patricia...-
He didnt know what to do, she was in battle with a large man roaring like a mad man. He shook his head. The sith had to react fast, and figure out how to go about this without hurting the man, and the boy. He knew they were acolytes, and this meant he had some shape of authority over them..
-Damn it..-
He thought more.

"You boy!" He shouted at the little kid. He stepped out, and snapped his finger, causing a fire to appear on his hand, then it rose up his arm, then produced a whip. "She is mine, she is distracting you from your objective, get to the generators..I will deal with this woman." He lashed out with the whip, and snapped his wrist, causing the whip to crack at the end, he did this to warn off the boy that he meant business.
"Logan keep those troops off me, and the boy!" He spoke out, his eyes never coming off the woman.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Streets
Objective: Objct #1 ... Rally!
Allies: [member="Reverance"] | @Nick Gamaster | [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Darth Inferno"]
Enemies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] | [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] | [member="Kana Truden"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2hRTLdvdnk​

As of yet Nulgath had not broken a sweat and made sure the troops got out safe, every last one. From their he examined the area for his Group Objective. The Zabraks Cybernetic armor weighed him down alot and so he travels in quick bursts of Force Dashes to reach a Spot of Cover in the Street Area. His Sight faded and tunnel vision started to set in as he focused more and where to go, The streets started to rumble and quake as Air strikes were called in. Forced to crouch and cover him self he shook his head and waited for a good time to stand back up from behind the wall he was at. With a quick peek he saw [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] leading an assault they struggled to get up and going more and [member="Nick Gamastar"] charged at [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] a Republic agent with full force. Resting his head against the duracrete wall he thought for a moment.

- What would Kezeroth do?- The answer would be simple for a Gen'Dai, just charge in but Nulgath was not a Gen;dai he was Zabrak and had already lost two of his legs from the knee down in previous combat. A Idea popped in his head as he suddenly jerked his body up and in a steady tanky walk he marched into the battle field aside Logan. Once he neared his ally he shout " Use me as Cover!" he cybernetic voice was like a speaker to the ears around him. Motioning his Blue Blade he continued what he knew of Soresu deflectiong blaster bolts as much as he could and force pushing soldiers away to clear the streets. With the other Acolyte [member="Nick Gamastar"] serving as a unwilling distraction for his plan things could go very well.

- If i cannot be a Gen'Dai then I will mimic one in Might and Force!- He told himself looking at the Sith Troopers and Yuuzhan Vong.

" Inferno! Get up and fight!" he shouted at his equal, there was no time for games of Sith Dominance this was War! They were all Equals! Whether or not his Allies would follow him or not, Nulgaths actions were inspiring and rallied the Sith troopers around him. " Fight! Stand up and Fight! For the Sith Empire! For Hrosha-Gul!" he shouted in a strong voice and started into a faster pace to push the line with a gaining number of Yuuzhan Vong and Sith Troopers behind him firing against the Republic.

 

[Korsan Rung]

Location: Ahto City Streets
Objective: [Objective 1] Defend the City.
Allies: @Republic, @Jedi, [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
Foes: @One Sith

After running a few blocks, Korsan figured it was going to take a while to get to where he thought the Generators were, but he didn't even know if he was going the right way. So instead of running possibly aimlessly, he ran to one of the taller buildings and proceeded to scale it. He ended up putting his Lightsaber back on his belt, since he would need both his hands to scale the building, and he wasn't strong enough in the force to just jump to the top. He quickly made his way to the top of the building, which was about three stories tall. He could see Sith troops everywhere. If the Republic was going to succeed in defending off this invasion, they would need every able body to fight against the sith. And that is what Korsan planned on doing.

Watching from the top of the building, Korsan noticed a Speeder that was going to pass by him in a few moments, so he did what he knew how to do best; Acting without thinking. He ran to the edge of the building, leaping off and onto the speeder. "That way please." He pointed to an area of the city that had a orange cloud of smoke, where a fight was obviously taking place. The pilot of the speeder, though he had a worried look on his face, decided to go the way Korsan had pointed, and when the speeder was above the area that the smoke had previously been, Korsan knew what his next move would be. He jumped.

"Master Truden is going to kill me if I make it out of here alive." Korsan said to himself, as he grabbed his Lightsaber from his belt once again, this time igniting it. His Lightsaber came to life with a dark blue blade emitting from the hilt. When He was about 15 feet above the ground, he threw off his brown cloak, which was just barely still on him at that point, revealing his brown Jedi Tunic, as well as his light Durasteel Shoulder Pads and Chest Plate that he never left home without. Once Korsan was 5 feet away from landing, he did the best he could to make sure he landed on his feet, using the force in whatever way possible to make sure he survived this fall. Fortunately for Korsan, he was able to land on his feet, with only minor impact pain from the fall.

He immediately entered into the Lightsaber Fighting Form Shii-Cho, as it would be quite effective in the middle of One Sith Soldiers he found himself in. After several swift swings of disarming(quite literally) a few of his enemies, he retreated to where a bunch of Republic Soldiers were taking cover, and quickly made himself to the Woman who looked to be in charge of this area. "Padawan Rung," He said, quickly introducing himself. "How are you guys holding up here?"

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Location: Outside Generator Facility,
Objective 1: Defend
Allies: Republic at OBJ 1
Enemies: OS

She spotted three mortar shells hurtling through the sky. She drew her blaster pistol and fired at two of them. One exploded mid air. The turrets got the other. She tried to use the Force to manipulate the third. It was difficult, but it worked. The third shell was being returned to sender.

"That will buy them some time." I said to myself, rushing off to defend the East-West Bridge with [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] and whoever else was there

"FOR PEACE! FOR THE ORDER!"

 

[Alice Stjolkk]

Location: North courtyard, heading East
Objective 1: Searching for one Sith
Allies: Republic
Foes: One Sith

Whisps still hadn't encountered anything that's why he decided to go east. He ran from cover to cover, keeping his head down and mind open. Every now and again sith would sent telepathic messages. He just ignored them and continued moving. encountering only a few sith troops which he did not engage, it would've only ended badly. Reaching a north courtyard he hid himself behind fallen rubble and rested for a little time.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Ahto City - West, Outside Yorek-Trema heading East.
Objective: Objective 1

• Destroy Hyper-buoyancy Generators in Ahto City - East
• Bring someone to the Dark Side
• Impress the Dark Lord

Allies: One Sith

• Team V [East]: [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Invicta Zambrano"], [Member="Khallesh"], [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]
• Team R [West]: [member="Reverance"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"], [member="Nick Gamastar"]
• Team H [North]: [member="Darth Helios"], [member="Skorn Draclau"], [member="Arkia Zinn"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"]

Enemies: Republic (If you have an update in location, please let me know so I can adjust my posts accordingly)

• Behind Blast Doors: [member="Qun Vell"], [member="Spark Finn"], [member="Meeristali Peradun"]
• Outside: [member="Kiskla Grayson"], [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], [member="VlPER"], [member="Nefertari Sovint"], [member="Korsan Rung"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Theme: Day of the Dead by Hollywood Undead

Spoiler

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mOn1k4M2mU[/media]​

'I'll give the Jedi some time before I make them experience the fear that is about to unravel across this pathetic city.' She thought to herself, the Yorek-trema she had been riding in with the others landing down with a large thud and shaking the cabin. She could feel the happiness, the joy, all the sweet emotions of celebration and freedom resounding across the city of Ahto, so quaint, so meek. It disgusted her. Well after the others had left the Vong-craft she had finished gathering her things, having waited for a signal that her team leader, [member="Darth Vornskr"], was to be arriving on the East, the blonde Sith crept out from the craft, which had long since been abandoned by the Yuuzhan Vong that left with the team [member="Reverance"] led, but did not reach for her lightsabers as she was approached by several Jedi that had seen the ship land and waited for the final presence sensed within the ship to leave. 'Oh how audacious these Jedi are, so proud and arrogant, not knowing a face simply because it has not oft been seen in battle. Standing together against me like a common acolyte. Cowardice.' Came her harsh review of their behavior within the depths of her mind. But as she walked out, cool as a cucumber and completely unfazed by their quickening advance, sabers igniting and at the ready in their hands, Vitium merely smirked.

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The words left her lips as silent as a whisper, but found their way to the ears of the three with remarkable clarity even from their distance of at least ten meters. It was clear by their sudden stumbling, the fear and uncertainty on their faces, that the three were nothing more than padawans, and judging by their features they were younglings at that. Her smirk widened. The one that stood between the rest continued, perhaps brave, maybe seeking to make a name for herself. She had dark brown hair, pale skin, and bright blue eyes like the windows into a drowning pool. A mere flick of her wrist and the Sith Lord twisted the saber in the Jedi's own grasp and caused her to bisect herself, the child's body falling in two to the unending horror of the other two. "Tell me, Jedi, what do you feel when you see me?" She said quietly, the words susurrating to their ears like a harsh breeze. Their expressions and their reactions contrasted greatly directly afterwards, with the male - who seemed to be the elder of the former trio with short, spiked, jet-black hair and equally dark eyes - giving the most amusing reaction of the two. "We do not feel fear, Sith, your words have no power!" He shouted shrilly, his words so unconvincing that coupling it with the widened eyes he bore and the trembling of his hands on his saber that she couldn't help but to chuckle, much to his dismay. "I do not care for your pathetic feelings of emotion, Jedi, tell me what you feel through the force when you touch upon my presence. Surely you can feel me, can you not?" The blonde replied, amused.

Perhaps what was so sweet of their reactions was the sudden realization that it was not that her presence was a blip in the massive shade that covered the immediate area with the Dark Side of the force - once they began to look around with subtle tilts and turns of their heads and rapidly searching eyes - but that she was the hanging presence of darkness that surrounded them, snuffing our their light. A mirthful laugh alerted them and brought their focus back on her, both of her hands now gesturing to herself. "That is correct, Jedi, there is no amassing of troops here - you have simply stumbled into your deaths." Silara proclaimed, sweeping her hands outwards to gesture towards the other two, releasing a telekinetic push that knocked them off their feet and into the ground, their sabers deactivating with much greater haste than their dead ally's wish to slay the Sith Lord. Slowly she approached, like the drab stain of hatred that she was, each step closer seemingly much more menacing, far more terrifying, than the last. "Please! Don't kill me! I beg of you, let me come with you - I can help you!" The boy shouted, to which she paused at merely feet from the boy's prone position, turning her head to look at the petrified girl that was now sitting on her behind and shaking visibly with fear - yet not so afraid as to beg for mercy. "Mercy? I do not know it." Vitium hissed, her eyes still glued to the fearful female. Almost as if a puppet to be controlled by strings, the dark-haired padawan, the girl, rose up and moved towards the boy while the Sith Lord watched. The boy, both confused and afraid, looked up to the girl as she approached. "Kill him." She harshly commanded, though her words were unneeded to push the child into action - Qâzoi Kyantuska doing the work for her. Immediately the boy let out a cry that was quickly extinguished as a saber was activated while pointing at his head.

Rolling her eyes as she relinquished the spell that had put the girl to work, the padawan immediately breaking down and dropping the deactivated saber to clutch at whom had apparently been her brother, the Sith Lord continued to walk seemingly passed the two, only to lift her left hand from her side where it had been prior to making a twisting motion with her index and thumb. A sickening crack could be heard as the girl fell silent and slumped over the corpse of her sibling. All was well again as she continued towards the eastern portion of the city, not an iota of emotion on her expressionless face. She was focused, now. 'Killing younglings now, are we? Good. You seem to be progressing greatly in your desensitization. Now if only you would step it up and kill that worthless sister of yours.' Whispered the insufferable male voice residing in her head. A firm roll of her eyes as she made her way east met the words with her own response. 'She is to replace my current apprentice once she has matured. She needs to find a path to the Dark Side herself, and she has just as much potential for greatness as I.' She shot back, the tone of her words hinting towards anger and perhaps truly borderline on such. 'Certainly gifted, I am sure. But you must surely know that such an apprentice means that once she knows what you do that your rather short role as a Lord among the Sith will quickly come to a close much before your time, far sooner than you can reach your own potential - even if you've already overtaken your own. You should be cautious of training her just yet, keep her close if you will, but wait until you have truly learned the ferocity of being a Sith Lord. Build your own empire and ensure she will not betray you.' It replied quickly, rather uncharacteristically concerned for the Vahla's well-being.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Republic Defensive Line (half way to the generator facility)
Objective: Hold the line
Allies: [member="Nefertari Sovint"] [member="Korsan Rung"]
Foes: [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Darth Inferno"] [member="Nick Gamastar"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]
Musical score
http://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=Obg6dzw-dlg

Patrica looked over and saw a Jedi joined her and the men gathering, she gave him a weak smile and her face was covered in grime and gunpowder. The silk red dress she wore was torn and covered in all forms of dirt and blood, the little republic agent looked like she had been through hell. And there was only more to come, she spoke in a friendly but commanding tone. "Things aren't good, we need to hold the line and the sith and Vong are recovering from the air strike and will be on us soon I nee-" Patrica was cut off by a storm of knives that pushed through the fog of battle, diving down one of the blades sliced open her shoulder causing one of the straps on her dress to fall off to partially reveal her bra and shoulder that was now starting to well with blood. Dropping down the knives impacted the speeder and remained there. She bite down hard and took a few deep breaths. A medic came along and placed a bacta patch on her shoulder to help stop the bleeding. She hissed in pain then put her back against the speeder. Looking up at the paddy she still kept that same tone. "I need you to deflect and keep any force powers you can at bay! Support is coming and we need to hold!" Patricia cocked back her rifle and saw the smoke from the air strike clear. Dozens of dead littered the field from both sides, it was a horrific sight of mangled corpses and dead friends. But the fight had to go on.

She lifted her rifle in the air and yelled to her men and women serving by her side. "ALRIGHT PEOPLE!! LET'S TEAR THESE SITH A NEW @&)HOLE!!" The people around her cheered and gave their own little battle cries. The line of republic forces light up in a display of blaster fire and slug fire. The heavy machine guns and Tenloss made Judge machine guns rained down hell killing and ripping into sith and Yuuzhan Vong forces. Patricia herself steadied her rifle and felt the pain of all her injuries start to come at her, her arms ached and her shoulders cried out in protest. But still she held her rifle and aimed down her RCO at the first Vong she could see. With a burst of slugs from the barrel she hit the target three times in the neck to blow out the back of his jugular. Shifting and aiming at a sith trooper she fired down and took him out. Moving back over she targeted a Vong warrior and with a single well place shot blew the bastards brain out the back of his head. Again and again Patricia refocused her rifle chewing through targets, after a quick magazine swap she loaded in her last mag of BANG slugs and focused her rifle on someone who was rallying sith forces [member="Nulgath Zardai"]. Focusing the RCO center mass she let out two chatters of armor piercing slugs that were headed straight towards the man. Patricia looked over to her troops and saw that they had no chance to hold this line unless they had help. There was about a good thirty to fifty of them and they could only do so much. "BRING UP THE ARMOR!!" Patricia cried out and hopefully the walkers were on the way.


A deep booming sound was heard behind he republic line of defense, it was low and bellowing and left silence in it's wake. More booms were heard that resembled footsteps, they began to grow louder and louder with each step.

Boom
Boom
Boom

The crunch of asphalt breaking could be heard and from behind the republic line of defense three ten meter tall Mnenchei's Justice Heavy Walkers came from out the horizon to help hold off the coming advance. The walkers grounded themselves and with a whirling of mechanical parts shifting the chest of the first walker opened up to reveal it's fourteen missiles that it bared with the pride of the republic. Launching the first volley of rockets they flew forward some impacting the sith forces others still wildly coming down at their targets. Patrica stood up and kept firing but the cheers of her men showed that hope was still on their side in the face of evil and oppression.

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: The Rift Facility
Objective; Defend the Rift
Allies: The Republic/Jedi - [member="Varus Shatterstar"] - [member="Corvus Raaf"] - [member="James Mathison"] - [member="Qae Shena"] - [member="Vaudin Miir"] - [member="J.Reaper"] - [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]
Enemies: @Sith - [member="Viktor Romanov"] - [member="Hion the Herglic"] - [member="Selka Ventus"] - [member="Darth Nephthys"] [SIZE=13.63636302948px][member="Lisa Ticon"][/SIZE]

Kian turned to his apprentice and shook his head. “James, I wouldn’t recommend it. I doubt it would give us much of an edge. The One Sith don’t invade in chaos, they hit with precision teams. They would know you aren’t part of the detail.” Kian said as the submersible continued to dive into the depths, approaching fast on the facility below.

Kian ran a hand over his anti-ox mask and considered the situation as they delved deeper. There were three locations to be most concerned with. The Silk Facility would surely hold a great deal of Kolto, and the loss of it would be disappointing…..yet the real concern Kian had was for the Hrakert Rift itself! To lose the drums of kolto at Silk would be disappointing, but to lose the source of the Kolto would be devastating!

“We need to focus our attentions on the Rift and the Rift facility!” Kian said and began to hear chatter over the comm systems. There were others arriving to fight. He could feel the swirl of force energy as an unknown Jedi fought with a dark presence in the water. Kian didn’t know the force signature, but he could assume he knew who the Sith was. Kian had never personally faced off against Hion the Herglic, but he had heard of his reputation and it wasn’t a stretch to believe the water-dweller would be involved in this particular fight.

“Take us in there.” Kian said to the Selkath soldier piloting the submersible, indicating a set of docking bays. Once attached, Kian wasted no time in disembarking into the facility. Quickly, however, Kian found that they were not the first to reach the facility. The One Sith had beaten them there. It was something Kian was beginning to get used to, and he disliked that greatly.

There were a number of Selkath soldiers defending the station desperately but it was clear that they were outgunned and outnumbered.

“Varus,” Kian said into the comm, “we’ve arrived at the facility. But the One Sith beat us here!” Kian then turned his attention to the nearest Selkath who appeared to be issuing orders.

“Get your men in the water, we need to protect the Rift at all cost!” Kian said.

“Don’t worry.” The Selkath said in his thick accent. “We won’t be alone. This planet protects the Rift.” He said as he trotted off with his soldiers, a reference Kian assumed to the sharks that patrolled the depths.

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

LOCATION: Ahto City East
OBJECTIVE: Destroy Generators
ALLIES: The Really Messed Up Almost-Family (Team V)
ENEMIES: Republic Bubs
THEME: Angel With a Shotgun by The Cab

They cut through the air, screaming through the atmosphere. Perhaps it was amazing that their vessel, which contained the most powerful of Kaine's forces, was one of the ones to make it to the ground. Or maybe it was simply meant to be. Some would call it luck, others thanking the force for their safe, but rickety, landing. The main portion of Team V exited the ship with weapons raised, greeting their foes with eager hearts. Like an angel with a shotgun Ire'Rain Sekairo walked through the gathered smoke. Two purple eyes seemed to glow against the backdrop. Fear filled the hearts of those around her. She could feel it. How wondrous it was... Before [member="Darth Vornskr"] even took his stance she was raising her weapon, firing rounds into the crowd, advancing forward ever-so-casually. This was how they worked. Soon [member="Invicta Zambrano"] joined the fray. Such a glorious team they made. A sort of almost-family of insane murderers. Or at least that's what they seemed like. Ire filled the soldiers with holes while her 'Masters' tore them apart. It wasn't long before the first wave was utterly destroyed. Blood had already been scattered across their landing site. Plenty of it had found itself splattered on her face. One hand wiped it off as if it was simply water. Then she took the opportunity to look at her fellow warriors. Namely the Empress of Panatha. This was actually their first meeting. It was Ire's chance to prove why Kaine trusted her, and the Sekairos, so much. She would not waste this chance. Quietly she turned to Invicta and inclined her head.

"Milady... Consider me an extension of your will. The Sekairos fight with you on this day."