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

[Slate Estrada]

Location: Streets of Ahto City, heading towards the centre of the city
Objective One: Get to the generators and then proceed to set up a perimeter
Allies: [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Odeyseis"]
Foes: All One Sith

The voice that replied to Slate was not expected. It sounded like a young girl who was barely out of her teens. Surely this situation was suitable for anyone that young, one could only imagine the mental stress she would be putting her body through. But alas, this was not the time to worry about this.

"Understood, me and my men will join the forces outside. We'll hold them off for as long as possible until reinforcements arrive. Good luck." Slate cut the transmission as another voice crackled into his headset. ""This is Jedi knight Odeyseis Dryar, Republic's forces is setting up a perimeter around the generators, we need every available gunmen to help on the defense." Immediately Slate again activated his communication unit and replied, "I'm approaching the generators now. When I get there, rendezvous with me at the North blast door. Estrada out." It was entirely possible for Slate and the Jedi to discuss battle plans over the radio, however truth be told, Slate felt ridiclious talking into a device such as that.

Looking behind him, the Sergeant Major was relieved to see his men had kept up. The generator was now less than 100 metres away, they were so close that the large building housing the generators was blocking the sun and therefore plunging Slate and his team into darkness. "Alright," Slate roared over all the commotion, "Let's set up a perimeter! Our priority is this blast door. If our line is broken, Ahto will fall and the Sith will win." All 24 of the armour clad men began to move to defensive positions behind any objects they could find, "And remember, don't make this easy for them!" After finishing this speech, the newly formed unit unleashed their battle cry. It was only a matter of time until they would be the only thing standing between the One Sith and victory.

Instead of taking cover like his comrades, Slate waited for the Jedi Knight Odeyseis to show.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Location: Ahto City - Generators (Outside blast doors - Front of Generator)
Objective: Protect the Hyper-Buoyancy Generator from Incoming Forces
Allies: All Republic | [member="Odeyseis"] | [member="Slate Estrada"]
Foes: All Sith

As [member="Odeyseis"] placed his hand on Sera's shoulder and spoke, his words relaxed her a bit, inspiring her as well as giving her a bit more hope at the bleak outlook of what was transpiring on Manaan. This was the first time she had been in conflict like this, and wasn't at all sure of what the outcome would be at the end of it all, but she knew that she couldn't give up, that the Sith had to be stopped. They had already taken and destroyed so much, and it was intolerable. She felt a flicker of anger surge inside of her, and she quickly moved to suppress it, so as to not display her emotion to the knight, or allow herself to be enthralled by it. "I understand, we won't let them past us [member="Odeyseis"]. They won't take Manaan today!" Her hands moved to her sides, lightly clenching her sabers.

The sounds of mortar strikes rang through her ears, and she felt and heard the screams of men and women as their lives were changing by the moment through the spread of tyranny and destruction. The sight of a republic gunship was a much needed relief, and Sera nodded to [member="Odeyseis"] in agreement. "I'll take any help we can get." She listened to the knight give clear and concise orders to the soldiers while she looked on, trying to take in everything as in-action training.

Once [member="Odeyseis"] finished giving orders to the soldiers and returned to speaking with her, she felt a mixed batch of emotions towards his comment about staying close to protect her. I don't want to be protected, I want to be a protector. I don't need saving. She held back her emotional response as best she could, "We will both do what needs to be done, I will back you up. I appreciate your concern for my well being but we both know the generator is more important than me so don't focus on protecting me, I can handle myself. Protect the generator master Dryar."

 

[Ta'mur Rokar]

Location: East-West Central Bridge
Objective One: Defend against the onslaught.
Allies: [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] | [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"]


Ta'mur threw up. For the first time ever he threw up before a battle. He truly did hate large bodies of water, but the Republic needed his experience here more than ever and he recognized it. He wiped the waste from his lips and do and rose to his full height. The gargantuan felinoid shook off his possible sea-sickness/anxiety and moved out toward the bridge. He saw other Jedi already out on the bridge and nodded at them. Of course he had never met them as he had just returned recently from the other side of the galaxy on orders of the order, but they were his family and he would do his best to protect them.

"I'll take point, if you have no objections ma'am." He said gruffly stepping out in front of them. His strong suite was that of swordplay and martial arts, and he had the scars to prove he belonged on the frontlines. "We'll have to bottleneck them here. Probably impassable by more than three-wide..." He said looking over the construction. "Is anyone here we'll trained in throwing up protection barriers?" He asked trying to throw together some tactics. "Those who rely more upon force powers should stay to the back." He ignited a blade with his prehensile tail and again one in his right hand. He stood in his jar'kai variant stance. He left his left hand free in case he himself needed to cast some... always leaving the option for a third saber yo appear if that was more prevalent.

"We stand as one, or we fall apart." He said. He wasn't the best with his words but just the way he stood so valiantly in the midst of such despair lent credence to his charisma. He was a sight to behold on that bridge. "They cross this bridge... Manaan falls." He said stoically.


"Let's make sure this bridge is not breached." He took dead center of the bridge. His vastness nearly covered one of his flanks but he still needed his brothers and sisters alongside him. Together... or not at all. They were about to have a true bond forged in blood... this is what Ta'mur Rokar lived for. This is what the Force meant for his life. A weapon.... a wall.... a protector.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Location: High Orbit, Manaan - Aboard the Phobos
Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the Republic fleet; command ship
Allies: [member="Darth Arcanix"], [member="Alicia Drey"], [member="Melakoth Tyrin"], [member="Sophie Gustav"], [member="Sophia Walsh"], [member="Harley"], [member="James Maar"]
Foes: [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], [member="Keanu Shan"]

Spoiler

• Immortal (x1) - The Immortal
  Refer to Alicia Drey's posts.

[*]Dark Blade-class Dreadnoughts (x2) - Reignfall and Genjix

• No attack craft

[*]Skarr-Ro'ik Carrier Analogs (x2) - Phobos and Antimone

• Ten Fighter Squadrons, Coralskippers (120 fighters, 12 fighters per sqd. per vessel.)
• Twelve Gunships, Yorik-Vec (12 cruisers per vessel.) - Technically Assault Cruisers
• Twenty Four Droppods, Yorik-trema (24 droppods per vessel.)

[*]Razer-class Frigates (x5) - Wake, Tombstone, Arkania's Curse, Close Shave, and the Nekrosis

• One understrength Fighter Sqd (10 Fighters per sqd. per vessel)

[*]Shadow-class Recon Corvette (x1) - Peeping Tom

• No attack craft.

[*]Attack Craft Total:

• 410 - Fighters
• 36 - Bombers
• 36 - Gunships
• 60 - Dropships

This battle wasn't going as planned at all. Mordecai had expected it to be more of a conventional battle where both sides hammered each other into submission before one broke and then the superior force advanced with guns a-blazing. Currently, it was like cats and mice and these felines were getting mighty agitated about the mice scampering away before returning to nip at their heels.

Thankfully, these new commanders that had been assigned to the Dragon Lord's tutelage weren't as useless as he had predicted. Each one of them showed some promise in their actions and the only ones he hadn't expected to fail him were Darth Ayra and Lord Tyrin. They had experience under their belts and he made sure that his own authority and commands gave them enough elbow room to do as they pleased. Hell, they had more experience in this fleeting stuff than he had personally. Mordecai just liked to think of himself as someone who liked chess and sipped tea as he did so.

"Lord, there's a single fighter plunging into our lines. We've extremely minimal casualties, but the unexpectedness is throwing off pilots."

He frowned. "What? A single fighter?" He resisted the urge to snap this poor officer's neck. "Bring that thing down. Attach one squadron to trail it, put those Dovin Basals to use on its shields. Turn it into rubble. Now."

It was always better to assign pilots a target rather than let them panic and make their own decisions.

As for the rest of the fleet, the formation stayed pretty much the same save for the fighter swarms retreating towards the inner lines of the rectangular formation. The hundreds of Coralskippers rested in peace with their Razer-class brethren ready to simply annihilate any and all attack craft that the Republic dared to deploy.

"Ready my shuttle," he growled, fixing his helmet on. "Give me the best dozen warriors you have."

The Vong officer nodded. "Yes, sir."

Fleet Actions:

• Formation and battle lines relatively the same. Fighter screen moved to inner area, near the Immortal and Razer-class support vessels.
• Single Coralskipper squadron deployed to eliminate [member="Keanu Shan"]. Dovin Basals drastically drain shields.
• Various boarding craft and boarding parties being readied.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Dark Blade-class Dreadnought Genjix
Objective: Unleash lasers and death on the Republic fleet
Allies: [member="Mordecai Zambrano"], [member="Alicia Drey"], [member="Sophie Gustav"], [member="Melakoth Tyrin"], [member="Sophia Walsh"], [member="Harley"], [member="James Maar"]
Enemies: [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] ([member="Valiens Nantaris"]) [member="Keanu Shan"]

Watching the Immortal begin hammering even harder at the Redoubt-class cruiser, Taeli turned her attention to the two Jabiim-class corvettes supporting the Republic picket line. She could see coralskippers heading towards the lone Republic fighter, even as her gunners still gave him some special attention.

"Fire control, open up a barrage on the port side Jabiim corvette," she ordered. Green streaks of plasma lanced out towards the ship, the shields of the corvette flaring into blue ripples as the long-range turbolaser attacks began to find their mark. Knocking out the supporting ships would give the boarding teams from the Immortal and Lord Zambrano's carriers an easier time reaching the primary targets.

"Keep up the fire," she said. "Sophie, send a transmission to Lord Zambrano and Darth Ayra that we will continue to provide long-range bombardment to soften up the targets."

Summary:
Long-range bombardment on the Jabiim-class corvette on the port side (Splinter or Outrider).

 

[Korsan Rung]

Location: Ahto City Streets
Objective: [Objective 1] | Assist [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] in holding the defensive line
Allies: @Republic, @Jedi, [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
Foes: @One Sith [member="Nulgath Zardai"]

Korsan jumped in surprise when Patrica was volleyed with a handful of knives, and he couldn't help it, but he just wanted to look away. Not because of the sight of blood, but because of the revealing of the Agents undergarments. He knew this wasn't the time to be a gentleman though, so he listened intently on what she needed him to do. "I'll do what I can." Korsan responded, before leaving his cover to begin deflecting blaster shots back to the enemy soldiers.

While deflecting blaster shots off with his Lightsaber in his right hand, Korsan used his left to grab his comlink, bringing it to his face. "Master Truden," He began speaking into it, still deflecting shots. "I got a little distracted, and now I'm at the front lines. I'm going to do what I can to help our forces here, but the odds seem to be on the enemies favor for now. Any available assistance would be greatly appreciated over here. Or should we just fall back?" After speaking, Korsan brought the comlink down to his side, nearly dropping it, when he saw [member="Nulgath Zardai"] charging the Republic Forces, slaughtering them.

Korsan put his comlink back onto his belt, ignoring any reply he might get. He'd already acted against some of the orders his master gave him, and he'd might as well go against the rest of them. He stopped deflecting blaster shots, getting back into cover where Patricia was. "I'll take him," He said to the wounded Republic Agent, obviously referring to the sith that was creating havoc in the Republics defensive lines. "If this fight gets too much, you may need to take the troops and fall back to the generators. A bunch of Jedi Masters were heading there." Korsan then started running towards Nulgath, readying himself for a lightsaber duel. "Hey Sithspawn," He yelled out to the Sith, stopping his charge at about 10 feet away. "You call that fighting?" He immediately regretted opening his mouth, but instead of stopping, he just continued. "Why don't you come over here so I can show you something called skill?" Korsan brought his Lightsaber up, getting himself in a stance ready to fight.

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Location: Dark Blade-class Dreadnought Genjix
Objective: Unleash lasers and death on the Republic fleet
Allies: Melakoth Tyrin, Sophia Walsh, Harley, James Maar
Enemies: @Friedrick Stahlmaan (Valiens Nantaris) Keanu Shan

Sophie had looked back, seeing the progression of the battle. She could alsmot feel the sense of all the souls dying, sensing thier screams through the force. Friend and foe alike made it none the easier. This was the heat of war. This was battle at it's finest. And this was the sort of drive the sith fed on. She would eventually learn to cope and feed on it too, but for now she had her duties to perform.

With her master's word Sophie turned and ordered the men at the comm unit to send [member="Darth Arcanix"] message to [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] and [member="Alicia Drey"] in the hopes they would be able to comply. It seemd as though they needed to keep up any and all pressure against the Republic while the others dealt with the more heavy fire works and the battling on the ground. A part of Sophie wished she was down there to help, but given she needed to stay by her master's side for the time she would comply. Perhaps the next invasion...

 

[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"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Musical score
http://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=x5JvbD2Zc9I

Patricia kept her rifle tight to her firing down at incoming Vong forces. The walkers behind her were roaring in volleys of missile fire at anything their targeting systems identified as sith or vong. Taking aim at a sith trooper Patricia fired a good three shots and pierced the man's armor putting lead in his heart. Aiming again at a Vong who was getting deathly close to the barrier she put two in his head and watched him die with a bit of satisfaction. They were still coming, the sith were still advancing on their position, they were killing them in scores but they just kept coming. A thick sound of a lightsaber whirling through the air cascaded out and before she knew it a justice walker had fallen to the ground and crushed a few good men underneath it. Things were not going good, the sith were gaining ground on them. She looked around her to see Yuuzhan Vong pulling her men over their pieces of cover stabbing them and ripping their limbs off as they pinned them to the ground. Why were they doing this? Why couldn't they just leave these good people alone? A burning hatred rose up in Patricia and all her pain didn't matter anymore, these sith, Yuuzhan Vong, Graug had made it very much personal. She lifted her rifle and blew half a Vong's face off with a chatter of rounds, they had to push back. There wasn't much they could do. But [member="Nulgath Zardai"] thought it appropriate to disturb this woman in her moment of hatred by throwing four dead bodies at her of good republic marines. She ducked the bodies and looked down to see they were the marines she had sent to their deaths earlier. Boiling hatred poured off her and she lifted the rifle with one hand at [member="Nulgath Zardai"] and with the other she produced the KD-30 Acid slug spitting pistol. Putting her rifle under her arm so her elbow bent backwards she stretched out the slug thrower and began to empty both clips of BANG slugs and acid rounds at the man.

However things went from bad to worse. A mortar strike from [member="Ludolf Vaas"] was screeching downward towards their position. They had to fall back there was no other choice, it was either stay there and die or push back and live to keep fighting. "INCOMING!!" A republic marine exclaimed. "FALL BACK!!" Patricia put her pistol back in it's holster and ran backwards with her men. Picking up a wounded marine she carried him back a good thirty yards or so. Out of the range of the blast. Explosions went off and both republic and sith troopers were caught in the blast radius, their forces had gone from forty to twenty in a split second, everyone did not make it out the blast. Two of the walkers were strong enough to move out and only be slightly damaged. They had lost walker three completely though. As Patricia dragged back her wounded comrade she set him down behind a crashed speeder. Her twenty men looked to her for guidance and orders and she just didn't know what to say. The sith were winning, they were pushing them back and there wasn't much they could do about it. The young republic agent looked at the man In front of him who had gone cold and dead. She choked back a sob and closed the dead man's glossy eyes. "I'm sorry." She said softly to the man, she looked down and saw his name tag. It read Salvador, that was the man's name. Salvador. She stood back up and a new fire rose in her. Looking at her wounded and shot to hell men she spoke.

"This was Salvador. He's no older than twenty and he just gave his life, do you know what for?" She asked the crowd of men before her, in the distance she could hear the roars of the Vong getting closer. "Salvador didn't give his life for the republic, he didn't die for a stretch of land on the ocean! He died for the man and woman next to him! He died for us! And every single marine and trooper body out there died for us! So we could keep fighting! So we can go home to our families and kiss our loved ones tonight! They made the ultimate sacrifice for us! And we are going to make sure they are remembered forever, we will not lose this position!" The little agent girl lifted her rifle in the air and fired off a few rounds. "NOT JUST FOR THE REPUBLIC!! BUT FOR EVERYONE OUT THERE WHO GAVE THEIR LIVES!!" Popping a new mag into her rifle she looked over to the incoming forces and yelled. "FOR SALVADOR!!" Her men repeated the chant for Salvador and moved into position. This was it, it was hold them here or die. Patricia looked to the two heavy walkers and positioned them on either side of the street, their chests opened up and the fourteen missiles they both carried opened fire on the sith forces. Their heavy blasters roared and the men and women found cover only to join them in the fight. Overhead the screeching sounds of the LLS-4 Devastator-class Assault Gunships tore down and spotted their targets, [member="Ludolf Vaas"]' mortar crew. The birds opened up dropping their bombs at the crew hopefully to take them out of the equation or at least hamper them. Patricia herself had taken cover behind another cart next to a heavy machine gun Judge. The gun ripped and roared at incoming sith forces and the walkers behind them were lighting up targets still. They had been pushed back and took heavy losses but they were still in the fight.

 

[300]

Objective: Stop The Blonde
Location: Near The Blonde
People Involved in Plot Twist: [member="Nick Gamastar"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"]
[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] Possibly [member="Darth Vitium"]

Inferno stopped to look at the Zabrak that had began to order him to fight, and to get up. "And when did I fall?" He barked back. -When I thought I could do this..- He answered himself. Nothing was going to stop the sith here, they would destroy the city, and he couldnt do a thing about. He took a deep breath, and put away the saber. With his now free hand, and his whip, he looked up. It was time for them to witness the true power of Inferno. "I will bring it all down around me.." he looked down at the boy. "Run.."[member="Nick Gamastar"] He was focusing on the power deep in his core, Inferno had had enough of this, he had enough of the Republic, and the Sith. "You want this thing sunk!" He began to imagine the molecules in the air above. Picture the force taking certain areas, and vibrating them at extreme speeds.
"I have had enough of you people..". He began to sweat, and his body lit up slowly in smoke, and small amounts of fire. With both hands up, and the darkness rising up deep inside, pooling all his hatred, all his anger, and passion together, he dropped his hands. His eyes glowed a hot red through the mask, and he heard it coming. The air had vibrated so hard that it combusted into a speeder sized ball of fire, and when he pulled his hands down, he had aimed the ball of fire directly behind him. His eyes locked on the Zabrak [member="Nulgath Zardai"] . "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!" He slung a hand up, and caused human sized balls of fire to generate above, and fall towards him. He darted away from the Sith, and pulled his saber out, blocking shots fired here, and shots fired there.
He would wave his saber outwardly at the Republic. "PATRICIA!" He would flip over the next few shot! Running faster, eh jumped over the line of defence, landing near the blonde with a thud. "Hey.." He heaved out from the bottom of his throat, "Water..." He huffed, and buffed.
All around...things were going boom.

 

[Evor]

Location: Somewhere among the carnage
Objective: Kill the Pubs in their way
Allies: [member="Darth Inferno"] -:- [member="Nulgath Zardai"] -:- [member="Nick Gamastar"] -:- [member="Darth Vitium"] (Hopefully a right tag now?)
Enemies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
Now Playing:

Spoiler

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qb4Q-2TueEM[/media]

The colors overwhelmed him as everything happened. A large part-cyborg Zabrak jumping in front of him, then faint then ear splitting whistle of the mortars which lead to the pained sounds of death and destruction that culminated in the Pubs behind a broken down speeder chanting a broken chant. They fought to protect themselves, but that was not enough to stop a force that was hell bent on purging every trace of humanity and life in the vicinity so that they could take the city as their own. War was not a place for sympathy or for human emotion. The only thoughts left in your brain could be those of anger, of pain and or victory. Nothing else should matter during war. Lives will be lost either way, but you cannot be victorious without taking losses along the way. It was inevitable.

All of a sudden [member="Darth Inferno"] seemed to have a revelation. He told [member="Nick Gamastar"] to run and then his eyes locked on [member="Nulgath Zardai"] and screamed at him suddenly. As hell started to rain down onto the sith troopers and vong surrounding the area, Logan jumped back out of the immediate area and his mind burst into fire. The overpowering thought was Rage. He sent this emotion flying around, sending a very crude emotional message to the Sith signatures around that he recognized. He hoped that he could fend off Darth Inferno for the time being, until help hopefully arrived. He pulled his blaster out a shot off a few rounds at the back of Darth Inferno, trying to draw his attention. "Coward! Fight me you feething idiot!"

 

[Vaudin Miir]

Location: Da wata mon
Objective: Objective 2 - Blubbering
Allies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="James Mathison"] [member="Qae Shena"] (I miss you already)
Axis powers: @Luminara Rikanati [member="Viktor Romanov"] [member="Darth Layil"] [member="Xilo Gale"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Vaermina"] [member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Yusan Fenn"] [member="Darth Vivaldi"] [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Selka Ventus"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Praelior"] (Thank you for the love) [member="Hion the Herglic"] (I will always love you best)

Well....that got their attention. Vaudin and his squadron came about as one trails of white bubbles clouding their trail as they came for another pass. The six armed underwater laser cannons flared as Vaudin caught sight of the streaking torpedoes and caught nearly all of the targeted torpedoes but nearly in this situation kind of was not pretty.

Vaudin dipped down to the left as he took evasive action but sadly Krakana 3 was not so lucky. The squadron brike formation and streaked in multiple directions to try and escape the flurry of fire from 130 heavily armed swimming Sith and dark water whales that deployed unnoticed into the Manaan ocean...funny how things happen (I'm joking). The shots from the huge assault force made the squadron have to form smaller groups and circle around for separate attack runs.

"This is Krakana one, how such a huge heavily armed force landed despite orbital defenses and fleets is beyond me but someone karked the dog." Vaudin said into the comm, "We'll need reinforcements and we need them now."

Vaudin who had amazingly survived had lost one of his six laser cannons. It had been jarred heavily by a close call. The selkath defenses began to mount finally and sent a message to Vaudin’s team.

"Tibbble issss Sshelkafff depheeensshhhhh weee arebbbb on fhaaaa wayyyy."

"I don't know what you said but you better bring some heavy weapons or we're Karked."

"Apherrrmatibbbb" the marble mouthed fish replied.

Vaudin had in the mean time righted his course and was opening fire on the units at the west side of the rift whose designation he didn't know because the sith didn't send an RSVP nor wear big signs...sadly.



Squadron Composition:Krakana Fighter
Beginning count 12
Remaining 9

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

DEPLOY POST #5
Location: Ahto City streets
Objective: Unleash the Beast
Allies: @One Sith [member="Reverance"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Nick Gamastar"] [member="Darth Helios"] [member="Skorn Draclau"] [member="Arkia Zinn"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Invicta Zambrano"] @Khallesh
Foes: @Republic/Jedi [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] @Ta'mur Rokar [member="Korsan Rung"] [member="VlPER"] [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

"Oh is it time... is it time." Elara was looking at it, the chrono was beeping the battle lord and graug had cleared a path as she looked at some of the jedi before leaping from the ship down to the building and then into the street. She was moving while the ramp descended and she could feel it now... her head was spinning but she touched that cooling sensation that was her masters power. Taking a breath as the jedi approached her she spoke. "Hold up now... hold up you are going to want to hear this." She waited for a moment before the blade came out and his arm was on the ground then his chest bleeding with a crackle sending the other into a graug. Elara got the comlink and spoke. "Hello... this thing on? Hello? Well attention all jedi shutta's it is now time for the real guest of the hour to arrive so without further ado....." Elara took a breath, audibly sucking in the air in a slightly exaggerated fashion.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN BOYS AND GIRLS... CHILDREN OF ALL AGES... THE ONE SITH ARE PROUD TO PRESENT... THE UNDISPUTED CHAMPION OF THE ORDERRRRRRRRRRR........ THE DESTROYER OF THE ALDERAANIAN PALACE, THE DESTRUCTOR OF THE PALACE AT ZELTROS A BEING WHOSE VERY NAME LEAVES YOU PISSING YOURSELF AND PREYING TO YOUR IMPOTENT MASTERS...... THE ONE THE ONLY GLITTTTTERR!!!!!!!"

Elara looked up as she finished and there was the snarl, the pop and twisting as the metal below the ship bent. The roar came out as Glitter slowly started to come out and she spoke. "You know what to do for our master Glitter.... show them why the sith reign." Elara was skipping now as she went back to join the battle lord and graug to watch. "One... Two... Glitters coming for you... Three... Four... No point locking the door.. Five... Six... Grab your emergency kits... Seven... Eight... It's already to late... Nine... Ten...Cities sunk again" She skipped back and forth from foot to foot while looking at the one jedi and laughing under her mack.

[[next post Glitter attacks. Good night and have fun]]

 

[RC 212]

Location: Silk Holdings warehouse
Objective: Link up with Darth Praelior, Begin moving the remaining Kolto.
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Viktor Romanov"], [member="Darth Layil"], [member="Darth Tsolan"], [member="Darth Praelior"]
Foes: [member="Kian Karr"] All Pubs

Lisa and her vong warriors flooded into the warehouse. As she passed the doors her eyes quickly scanned the hangar they entered and some Republic troopers opened fire.

But these were not a match for Lisa's wrath. As they fired she was already moving, sensing their shots. A single black hilted saber sprang to her palm and she activated it with a buzzing thrummmmm. A neon green blade sprang forth and Lisa closed the distance, sweeping her saber in a trance like motion. Blaster bolts flew to and fro as they deflected and the vong opened fire with their amphistaffs.

"Kill them all!" She roared, her voice booming with the will of the darkside. The beast was raging now spreading it's wings. As it moved thorugh her she came to a sudden realization. There was no beast, the beast was figment. There was simply Lisa. Lisa in all her glory, a creature of rage and hate, mixed with single strand of hope.

The vong warriors closed in after her firing their amphistaffs. Venom and acid spewed forth, coating two troopers and sending them flailing to the ground. Lisa raised her off hand and grabbed the darkside now, willing it to her command. Dark energies coalesced around her outstretched palm. Blackish purple electrical currents began to dance upon her fingertips and suddenly they lanced out splitting as they moved.

Two more troopers caught in the blast fell, their armor searing to their flesh. Lisa gritted her teeth, pouring all her malice into the attack, willing hatred and death upon them. As their lifeless corpses crumbled she broke the connection and roared.

The remaining detail fled, terror piercing their hearts.

As Lisa glanced back she noted one vong with a massive hole in his chest. Burnt flesh and smoky haze thrust it's way into her nostrils invigorating her. She lashed out violently into the force, searching for the signature of Darth Praelior. It would be an easy find, a nexus of dark energies....

"She's not here."

Lisa whirled on her Vong commander.

"We are in the wrong location."

then she spotted the silk transport, unmanned and engines running.

"Let's move!" She snarled. Once more they set out, running full tilt up into the transport....

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Republic Defensive Line West side
Objective: Hold the line
Allies: [member="Nefertari Sovint"] [member="Korsan Rung"] [member="Darth Inferno"]
Foes: [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Nick Gamastar"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"]

Patricia looked down at the battlefield and could see the sith advancing up in a charge lead by [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"], this wasn't good at all. But before she could do anything a sith turncoat fired down on their incoming forces, he scattered and burned a few but the force was still charging up at them. She was about to fire on the sith who betrayed their kind but she could hear a familiar voice come from under that dark hood of his. It was the voice of a man she loved very much, and the voice of a man she had also hurt badly. Landing in front of her he said hey. "Don't shoot!" Patricia said with tears falling down her eyes In rivers of regret. She dropped her rifle to her side by it's sling and felt so small in the moment. She took her small hands and placed them on his chest and waist, she knew exactly who it was. Taking off his cowl she looked into the face of [member="The Shadow King"], Romeo Sin her ex fiancé. The woman felt waves of regret and sadness wash over her but there was something more deep inside her core. Love. She gently rolled her hand up past Romeo's scarred chest until she had it rest on his right cheek gently. Looking up at him with her bright blue angelic eyes she held Romeo tight to her and gave him a long and passionate kiss.

All around them bombs and explosions went off, republic forces aimed down and kept up the heat on the sith and Vong. But in that moment none of that mattered, the only thing that did was her lips against his. Bullets flew past them both and she closed her eyes and pretended they were back at their crappy apartment on Tatooine. That life was simple and Romeo spent the day at work and Patricia stayed home pregnant with their child. She longed for that moment and it showed by how greedily she was kissing him. A few tears rolled down her face and she broke the kiss to let out a sob. "I love you!" She exclaimed and hugged him tight, she held him tight and continued to sob loudly. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I left! I was a kid I'm so sorry! I love you so much!" She choked another sob and of course was talking about how she abandoned her fiancé and child after giving birth to their daughter. She had made a mistake and if these were there last moments she wanted him to know how sorry she was for all of it, and how ashamed she felt. The woman bite her lip and hugged him tight. But before she could say anything else a loud piercing roar screamed out through the horizon.

Looking back up at Romeo she looked like a scared child in yen middle of a war. Behind the two of them three Osprey light tanks pushed up the street bringing another two squads of republic marines. The men took their positions and started to fire down at the Vong and sith. At [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]. The osprey tanks began to fire down and blast them into pieces, the two justice walkers were roaring in combat letting out missiles, blasters, and grenades everything they could throw at the sith the armor and infantry were beginning to repel the counter attack with the sheer firepower the republic possessed. War was a place for emotions, there was more than victory pain and defeat. There was the will to fight against all odds, there was the hope for a new day and there was love to keep you fighting for those people. And all that raw emotion was here on this field

 

[Alice Stjolkk]

Location: North eastern streets: Heading east
Objective 1: keep the city afloat
Allies: None in the area
Foes: None in visible sight

Whisps got back up from his his little hidey hole. he was moving through the north eastern steets, towards the east. He hadn't seen any sith and he wanted to find one. Whisps found another place he would hid in. If anyone had passed him he would attack. At least that's what he thought he was going to do until the message ran through. Hearing the measage Whisps melted down. He wasn't going to get up, he was curled up trying to conceal himself, hoping no other Jedi saw him.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Location: Ahto City - East of the Generators
Objective: 1 - Keep the city afloat
Allies: Whoever is in the east — and whoever needs it | [member="VlPER"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Invicta Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Khallesh "]| [member="Ire’Rain Sekairo"]

“I’m just trying to give you a head start.” Kiskla relayed back through the channel to [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], twisting through the crowds against the stream. The dark vortex in the Force was deep, growing in prideful radiation. Several dropships flanked the docks, peppering the sky with their arrival. Bodies filtered through, and a roar of death echoed from the dropship’s location.

Their target was painfully obvious.

The nearer Kiskla got, the better she could see. Not only were the Sith here in literal droves but so were their vong companions. Great, two of her favourite things. Despite the amount of ashla that swirled around her, and general Force Prowess in general — the oppressor’s attention was focused on Republic guards, who they were cutting like grass. Charred marks stained some of the warriors, where successful Republic blasts had pierced them, but mostly they lay drowning in a crimson sea that ran still.

Not stopping her run, dual blades sprung to life as she sprung to action. Svelte frame became airborne, giving her time to tuck into a quick roll and inject herself into the midst of [member="Khallesh"]’s vong warriors as they followed their commanders like lovesick puppies. As soon as the girl’s three touch points kissed the ground, a telekinetic wave rolled from her epicentre — radiating powerfully from the core as if she herself had been an explosive bundled in tanned flesh. Although invisible, this metaphysical torrent was very much a force to be felt — as evidenced by the scattering of the vong soldiers she had dropped into.

Quickly, she righted herself — dual blades humming loudly. However, before another action could be taken, an irritating voice rose above the chaotic volume of the crowds. Followed by a roar, and an “Oh shavit…” from the Jedi Grandmaster as the massive leviathan introduced itself to the city’s streets ([member="Darth Praelior"]).

Well this was nuckin futs.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Location: Before the generator
Objective: 1
Allies: All OS forces around
Enemies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] particularly

"Incoming air strike!"

Overlord Vaas only had time to duck behind a bunker and pray upon good fortune to spare him from the air strike above. His primary mortar team, however, was the intended target. His men scattered in all directions in order to avoid the attack, some taking their equipment, others leaving it where it stood in order to escape alive. Some did, others were not so lucky. The Republic gunships tore into some of his men, and at least for the time being, his mortar crew would be inoperational. Meanwhile, they were taking fire from the two Republic walkers on either side of the street.

"Anti-aircraft missiles! Now!" Vaas barked. The fire had kicked up a wave of dirt that had spread itself across the side of his grey uniform and armor. "I don't want to see those ships make another pass! And engage our Walkers immediately!"

The anti-aircraft fire from his men were too late to catch any of the Republic gunships now. But if they came around again, his rocket launchers would be ready. His mortar crew, though in shambles, had at least bought time for two AT-AW walkers to make their way to the Blackblade Guard's line and reinforce their position, which would allow him to contend with the Republic force that stubbornly refused to fall back in the midst of the hellfire. The slow but powerful metal beasts had taken a while to join the fray, but they began to unload their own salvos of missile fire on the two Republic walkers.

"Do not let them retreat," He said to the men to his immediate left and right, picking up his own blaster rifle to send a well-placed shot into the chest of one of [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]'s men across the battlefield.

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

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

Varus had turned to make his way out of the security tower when it happened. His frozen gaze rose up and scanned along the bubble like structure surrounding the entire facility, his mind as clouded as the deep blue see on all sides of them. That's when he heard the snap of a bolt which shattered the window to his right, the force of it lightly playing at his balance as his hair was tugged by the draft of it. His eyes darted over his shoulder and saw the blood spatter wash over the other unbroken panels of glass inside the security tower.

He then turned and reached out his hand, pointing it at the other guard and summoning the force with the intent to throw him to the floor, but he was too late. Another quick shot had blown right through the other man as well, but Varus was too quick to be had having been alarmed by the unfortunate end of the others. He turned and ducked back into the tower, reached up with his hand and swept it along the door using the force to slam the durasteel door shut in front of him as a third bolt pinged into the door. A small dent dug it's way into the steel right before his eyes, his brow wrinkling in frustration as he glanced back and forth to the two men on the ground on either side of the tower floor.

Frustration was easily had when he considered just how unprepared they had been for an attack on Manaan. It was as if the Sith had been celebrating with the rest of the planet under the guise of civilians for hours, even days before the attack had actually gotten underway. It was as if he were blind in the force, knowing that with as potent a connection as he possessed, he should have sensed something long before all of this was allowed to happen. He'd noticed something felt off that morning when he'd woken, but nothing on the cataclysmic level of a war.

Varus slowly turned and allowed himself to fall back against the door, standing there leaning up against it as he waited for the right moment. He slowly allowed his icy eyes to close as he calmed himself, allowing the force to pour into his mind and body, strengthening him and expanding his sight and senses. There would come a moment very soon that he would be able to take advantage of this foe who so brazenly took lives without care for who they were or what they might have meant to someone else. He was going to put this foe down, and after he did, he would move on to the next and do the same.

...and if he must destroy them for the greater good, then he would make such an exception, but only when he was sure that they who took innocent lives intended to take more and more without reservation or remorse.


OOC: Just a heads up. The Kolto Production facility is far, far beneath the ocean's surface.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Darth Praelior"]

Glitters decided to take a nap.

Spoiler

[member="Mordecai Zambrano"] - OS Lead of Objective 3
[member="Darth Arcanix"]
[member="Alicia Drey"]
[member="James Maar"]
[member="Melakoth Tyrin"]
[member="Sophia Walsh"]
[member="Harley"]
[member="Sophie Gustav"]
[member="Darth Vornskr"]
[member="Nick Gamastar"]
[member="Skorn Draclau"]
[member="Arkia Zinn"]
[member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]
[member="Matsu Xiangu"]
[member="Reverance"] - OS Lead of Objective 1
[member="Nulgath Zardai"]
[member="Khallesh "]
[member="Darth Vitium"]
[member="Darth Helios"]
[member="Invicta Zambrano"]
[member="Darth Nephthys"]
[member="Darth Praelior"] - OS Lead of Objective 2
[member="Vaermina"]
[member="Darth Tsolan"]
[member="Yusan Fenn"]
[member="Darth Vivaldi"]
[member="Lisa Ticon"]
[member="Selka Ventus"]
[member="Darth Carach"]
@Luminara Rikanti
[member="Xilo Gale"]
[member="Hion the Herglic"]
[member="Viktor Romanov"]
[member="Darth Layil"]
The Republic:
[member="Kana Truden"]
[member="Kiskla Grayson"]
[member="VlPER"]
[member="Spark Finn"]
[member="Qun Vell"]
[member="Whisps"]
[member="Nefertari Sovint"]
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
[member="Slate Estrada"]
[member="Odeyseis"]
[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]
[member="Anarya Drast"]
[member="Camellia Swift"]
[member="Keanu Shan"]
[member="Lira Dajenn"]
[member="Qae Shena"]
[member="Kian Karr"]
[member="Varus Shatterstar"]
[member="James Mathison"]
[member="Corvus Raaf"]
[member="J.Reaper"]
Vaudin Miir
[member="Diego Ticon"]
@Tracyn

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: The Rift Facility
Objective: 2 Defend the Rift
Allies: [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="James Mathison"] | [member="Qae Shena"] | [member="Vaudin Miir"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]
Enemies: @NPC Sith | @NPC Vong | [member="Darth Praelior"]

Corvus stepped off the sub and was immediately aware of the situation. There were Vong and seatroopers planting explosives and so she engaged them.

She was also aware of the grenades and identified that there was a time delay between the charges, and that any charges blowing up would go off by section.

Their choices were simple. To react to the grenades either by shoving them out of the way and exploding away from them. To find a way out as charges will go out section by section or to return to one of the submarines as they had not all been damaged.

She decided on the latter option and chose to usher the Padawans back into one of the subs and to high-tail it out of there. The room was of zero strategic importance and she’d wasted enough time here as it was. She looked to Kian Karr to see what he would do.