Invasion Into Hell, We March (Authority Invasion of Naboo)

[Luna Vega]

Location: Outskirts of Theed
Allies: ASA & Allies... anyone with booze at this point.
Enemies: OP & Allies
Objective: Continue to survive and get slightly tipsy in the process.




The shell of a ship rattled and her eyes closed, somewhat embracing the situation for what it was and what it is. Blindly, but with little to no effort, she tilted the small metal container back for another drop or five and it did gloriously like a bastard, and slid past her lips into her watering maw. Salvation was so many things and since she didn't have a lick of it in her surroundings, why she'd make her own. Maybe that was just salivating? Her shoulders, bloody, banged and otherwise scratched to ruins ruining rather expensive ink jobs shrugged and pressed further in to the canopy walls of metal.


Someone was talking now, and those senses that were usually heightened were now dull. Numb? Because of the battle? The Reserve? Her other hand covered in the same amount of dirt, grime, and crimson came up to swipe her face. "W..." her slate gray eyes blinked open, dazed, eyeing the torn out knees of her trousers. Luna sighed, the breath of whiskey blowing out. "Why no'..." hand moving, the pirate handed over his request. "If ye drink et allll... aye mig' jus'hav'ta keeel ya." [SIZE=14.6666669845581px]After all, she had another one stashed. [/SIZE]


Kiss? Oh, heavens no. And as if embarrassment struck her odd, Vega flicked her gaze at [member="Talon Vosra"]. "Doona be stoopid, Jeedai." The proximity, numb or no, caused her skin to tingle and she huffed out a nervous breath upon feeling it. Another blast caused her to flinch, her now free hands to grab a hold of the chair, the wall, perhaps his shirt. Feckin' beautiful... Upon touching him, she drew back, wide-eyed.


"Heh... heh... surrry."

 

[Talon Vosra]

[member="Luna Vega"]

Talon reached over and took the flask and gave a quick sip. As the sip rocked and she reach for his shirt he was surprised for a moment before he flashed a smile. His hand reached out for hers and pulled her toward him so he could press his lips to hers. If she let him he would kiss her firmly as he reached toward his belt for his binders and clap one end on her wrist and the other on the chair, before pulling back with a smile and a wink.

"Call me?" he would then say before heading to deal with her mates.

 

[Feena]

Location: Palace
Enemy: OP, Time
Allies: love n friendship, yo
Objective: Power of love!


His whisper reminded her. She'd spent so much time with him since then, since she took the trip into his mind. She'd nearly forgotten. She wanted to forget. He wasn't 'normal'. He had his demons. Everybody did. But his seemed a little more... real.
She reached to squeeze his hand, eyes still closed as she nodded in reply. She remembered that monster. She remembered. It was she who was able to fight it off for a little while. Only for a little while.
Even if she lived together with him for a thousand years, she didn't know if she could put him together again. She didn't know if she would ever want to. She adored him exactly as he was. Broken, damaged, scarred. Those scars were so beautiful. She loved them. She loved his monsters. She loved his demons.
She loved his every flaw, just as much as she loved his courage, his loyalty, his kindness.
And he truly was kind, no matter what he tried to say.

"Then give me strength to go on."

She was getting tired now. It was getting difficult now. Not that it was ever easy, but the longer she held out, the harder it got. How long had she been doing this? Hours? Days? Would this battle ever end? Would her people ever stop dying? Would strangers ever stop bleeding in the fields?
At least she knew her children were safe far away from here. Felicity had been taken away to safety. She'd ordered it herself.
Little did she know what was really happening to her little girl down by the sewers.

"Vorhi... you can help me, can't you?"


[member="Keter"] @Zarro Verres [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

 

[Ikki Ike]

Location: Stairs
Enemies: Omega
Allies: Authority
Objective: [member="Felicity Mason"]

Ikki wasn't expecting it, the girl was slashing and she was only glad for the boots because the tendon was protected enough not to be severed.... cut into yes as the needle of pain came to her and she moved down to grab at her ankle. The girl was coming at her and Ikki moved to unspool a slicewire lash that could allow her to go after her leg as she tried to grab the woman, hair pulling was the goal and she moved to swipe the wire around to cut into her, her other hand going to grab her hair and jerk her head back while the free hand tried to make distance keeping those tiny dainty teeth that could more then break her skin. She needed to get her into the hole and Ikki tried to if she had her hair flip her back and towards the tank which was going to be dangerous with her open wound on her ankle.

 

[Luna Vega]

Location: Outskirts of Theed
Allies: ASA & Allies
Enemies: OP & Allies
Objective: Keep Kickin'




"Goo feth a tauntaun," Luna spat when he tried to kiss her, the hand having withdrawn from sending over her flask flexed around the machete handle and birthing the blade from the sheath in one fell motion. She swung, aiming just under the hairs of his chin. It all just sort of happened and there was no thought process involved. This was war and... perhaps it was survival mode kicking in. The pirate stepped back a couple of paces not really wanting [member="Talon Vosra"] dead but not wanting to die herself, she made herself slow the velocity of the oncoming deadly instrument putting space between them. It was pure instinct, defense. She was never one to take so kindly to advances either though, 'specially when Miss Vega was otherwise taken. No matter how cute the love muffin was, he wasn't [member="Atretes Rhoujen"].


Having been already standing, still on the verge of trying to lop his head off, she noticed the stun cuffs and made a guffaw. "Reeeal cute," her steely eyes narrowed. "How abou'at dance?" Now would be a really good time for that knight in shining armor to appear. Somewhere deep in the back of her mind, she knew and she didn't know why, that he wouldn't be there to save her. Not because he wouldn't, but because he couldn't. The mere thought sent a chill down her spine and as if on cue, a cold as ice wind blew through the ship and the rain she hadn't noticed before pelted the transport in constant assault.

 

[Felicity Mason]

Location: Palace
Enemy: Ikki and her magic string
Allies: knife
Objective: bite, break, stab.

It was all a blur now. Felcity was moving on instinct and pure adrenaline rush. The maid in fetish gear was getting on her nerves. She hoped her ankle was bleeding. Badly. A hand on her face to keep her back enraged the young 'Princess' more than the fact that she was now trying to rip out a chunk of her hair.
Fine! She could have her hair! She could have as much as she wanted to yank out, because right now, Felicity had longer arms, and that was her advantage. She reached up with one hand to do exactly what the girl tried to keep her from doing, scratching at her face with her once so perfectly manicured nails, looking for eyes or cheek.

She could feel hairs being pulled from her scalp, and it only fueled her rage. Her other hand, the one still holding tightly to her knife, went up while she would be momentarily distracted by the eye scratching to cut anywhere she could reach. She couldn't see what she was doing.She could only guess. Anything would be good now. She didn't even have to make her bleed much. She just had to cut her a little, make her scared. People stopped thinking rationally when they were scared. Most people. There were times, of course, in moments of great stress, when only strength was brought out. And having battle meditation on your side didn't hurt much.

[member="Ikki Ike"]

 

[Ikki Ike]

Location: Lower levels
Enemies: Omega
Allies: Authority
Objective: [member="Felicity Mason"]

"Ahh" Ikki yelped as she felt a slice come across her nose and nearly slice her eye the blade glinting and she moved her head back a little to tilt it before the nail dig in deeply and clawed at her. Scratches showing on her cheek and down to her chin while she gritted her teeth and bit at the girls hand to stop her from scratching her face. The blade going across the latex top and skimming it until it caught on a strap and slashed it away. Her extended arm getting slashed near the armpit the pain or it driving her on towards fighting more and more. fight not flight.

Her fingers could do the same and she tried to dig them in to her upper lip and face before dragging the nails down and giving the princess her own scratches to match the maids. She was still trying to get them into the tank and now on the ground she wanted to jerk them to the side and roll closer. Her hand in the girls hair flexed for taking another chunk and she worked to bring her leg that had not been slashed to kick the princess in the one place with a snap kick. Her anger flaring and trying for strong before the snap kick aimed at the princesses pelvis came.

 

[Felicity Mason]

Location: same as always
enemy: The one scratching her face
allies: everything mommy forgot to mention
objective: bite.

She didn't care about the scratches. She didn't care if they scarred. She didn't even care if she was left with a bald spot for a few months. It would be worth it. Hair grew back. Life didn't.

The kick to the pelvis didn't hurt probably as much as the maid thought it would. It stung and surprised her, but did not have, she was sure, the desired effect. Her lady bits were still safe and sound. And it only added more fuel to the fire. She reached out again, this time aiming for the maids hair too with one hand. The other she went to slide her knife along the arm holding her head away from the maids body. She wanted to get in there, to bite, rip. If she cut her arm, she'd probably pull it away from her knife- natural reaction, hard to control. Then she could move in to bite. She was not afraid to break skin.

[member="Ikki Ike"]

 

[Vulps]

Zarro let out a small laugh at [member="Keter"]'s suggestion. "My good man, I was a senator for the Republic before I joined you. My home is on Amar and I certainly have settled down. No, my wandering days are over. Now I wish to expand my trade and helping with this fight seems to b a good way to solidify business relations." It was a testament as to how much Verres Trading needed to grow. If people didn't know him, there was a problem. A problem he needed to fix as soon as possible.

 

[Ikki Ike]

Location: Lower levels
Enemies: Omega
Allies: Authority
Objective: [member="Felicity Mason"]

She felt the knife slash another strap and the latex top dropped as it got loose before the knife swiped and drew a long line of red down the length of her arm. Ikki's arm holding Felicity back as she had her finger dug into her face get bitten. The princess was biting her hand and she ground her teeth in pain using the position to wiggle her finger around inside of her jaw and pull her down as the clumps of hair in her hand went away. She pulled her hand down to give gravity to the head while her head jerked to the side. The hand gripping her hair as she tilted her head to let the princesses face meet her head while she tried to pull her down and arms to her chest where she could protect from that knife that was slicing her up. She wanted to knock her out again and throw her down into that tank.

 

[Felicity Mason]

Location: Palace
Enemy:[member="Ikki Ike"]
allies: Teeth, nails and knife
Objective: Stabbify!

She was going for the next most vulnerable body part at the moment. Fingers. So thin, so frail. She could bite one off with enough force if she really wanted to. But she didn't want to. She just wanted to render them useless. She didn't like her scratching. She didn't like the red.

Her mouth opened wide, turning just enough to go for the hand currently digging into her cheek. She bit down. She waited. Then she ground her teeth against flesh. She had a sick urge to pull a finger or two off. Very close. Very tempting. But the blood tasted... just awful!

Then she took her knife still in hand and went to stab again, this time down aimed at her thigh. Legs. It was important to immobilize the enemy. But before she could, she was seeing stars. Her head collided with the maids. They would both be stunned for a good few. Felicity tore at the fingers, feeling bits of flesh still stuck in her teeth when she was forced to let go. She dizzily gazed past the maid at the open sewer. Going down there was a death sentence. Felicity knew what sort of bacteria grew down there and what coming in contact with it on an open would could do. She was not going to die that way. She refused.

Only one thing she could do. The maid was closest to the opening. She was trying to get her over there. They weren't far now. They were coming to the end of this scuffle. She could sense it. They were both bruised and bleeding, but Felicity still had her knife, and the maid had (most of) her fingers.
With a shriek like a dying cat, Felicity leapt at her again. Still dizzy, head spinning, stars circling, but the maid would be too. Felicity was determined to survive, and so very, very ticked off. Her knife hand aimed once again for a thigh, while the other aimed to knock her off balance. Hopefully, she could stay unpredictable enough to have the edge here.

Mom told her never to fight with kids her own age. Well. This lady wasn't her age, was she? She was fair game.

 

[Ikki Ike]

Location: Lower levels
Enemies: Omega
Allies: Authority
Objective: [member="Felicity Mason"]

"Ahhh" she felt it, the biting on her fingers and she released one of the spools that was wrapped around her finger, as the section came off and the girl bit off one of her fingers... Ikki moved her hand to bring slice wire to her cheek, she was getting angry and this princess was not as passive as she had expected. For a moment she wished she had had some other force potential then just trying to learn from the large space creatures. They had been teaching her how to navigate while her knee came up feeling the blade strike her knee and she rolled again. Going closer and closer.

Then the smack and she shook her head laying there on the ground with the open tank when the princess was jumping at her again. There were three of them actually and she felt the blade bit into her as the princess was on top of her and she was focusing. The slicewire should have shredded her cheek for a half smile and the wire as thin as floss but should have also sliced through her teeth. Her free hand gripped the net launcher and Ikki smacked while moving closer to the tank, she tried to pistol whip her once, twice, three times in the head and side of face.

This battle was becoming more then she wanted, more then she had suspected but her body was wrecked and stabbed, sliced, bitten, beaten, hair pulled, face clawed, top ripped, tendon sliced. It was not a pretty site but she was also thinking about what had been done to the princess and right now the pain was coming to her body. She used the pain to ignore the blade in her thigh while she kept smacking the pistol into wherever she could find along the princesses body, her head, her kidney's. "Just go down and behave." Her eyes looked to the woman before she tried one last thing of biting to get her nose and return the favor to her fingers.

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

|Atmosphere On The Outskirts Of Theed-En Route to Theed Royal Palace and Surrounding Area|​

Allies: ASA & Allies [SIZE=14.6666669845581px][[member="Steph Zenima"], [member="Freanne"], [member="Gravesen Conclave"], [member="Una Gal"], [member="Ermac Laith"],[member="Atretes Rhoujen"], [member="[/SIZE]HWD-001 "Prime""], [member="Ikki Ike"][SIZE=14.6666669845581px]][/SIZE]​

Enemies: OP & Allies [[member="Felicity Mason"], [member="Feena Mason"], [member="Riley Striker"], [member="Keter"], [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Sarge Potteiger"], [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], [member="Kaida Taldir"]]​

Objective: MAKE A HOLE!​

"Affirmative. Betty is a go." Was the answer to the General in response to an airstrike.



Multiple droid piloted crafts closest to the objective, more notable as droid bombers, ate up the information and the coordinates, being two separate but related missions, and dropped into fighting formation one at a time from a mother frigate.The number of them at around seventy, give or take one. This particular one having hid amongst the cover of the storm both taking hits and dealing them. It being bigger, resisting and more ominous than the sentient men and women piloted fighters that flew through the air almost blind made it more apt to survive. Most damage taken was topical by means of species controlled craft slamming into the body before the ability to shoot them out of the sky was present and stray fire as of recently.


The same could not be said for all the fighter-carrier ships in the atmosphere, but they were still out there. Just not all of them and their remains of now frozen decay were scattered on the floor of Naboo.


Fire was already alight in the sky as were the rolling gray clouds, and tumults of icy rain beseeching the atmosphere in a gloomy daze around the notable city of Theed. Streaks of red, blue, and green littered the the normally picturesque view, appearing as faint glowing sparks, giving flavor to the rather drab picture the backdrop was now displaying. Were this a manned fighter it would have been worse to fly in as the conditions themselves warranted vision with the constant hammering rain and thick fog. This was not to say integrated droid brained fighters were elitist, but rather they lacked the capability to feel and thus could not be worried with the lack of things to see. As these were "swarming" types of fighters, they moved in swelling numbers for often the same end game or mission in mind.


Five Minutes To Set Location. On half.

Two missions, one goal.

Nine Minutes to Set Destination. On the other.

Spoiler

http://youtu.be/R044sleOW6I

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Location: Feena's surprisingly peaceful chamber of solitude.


Objective: Life coaching and helping people, mostly.



Allies: The tin man, the rich wolf, and the democratically elected monarch...wait, what?



Enemies: Old co-workers and death-bots



[member="Keter"] [member="Feena Mason"] @zarro ferres


Vorhi chuckled at everyone's comments. "Me settle down, Keter? Tried that once. It went terribly," he said with a mirthful smile, although Feena might recognize the slight wistfulness of him rubbing his palms together as he said it. "I'm afraid that's not my method, or my plan. That being said, I'll help in the true way of a Steel Fist," he mused preparing himself and drawing inner resolve. "Feena, Keter, Zarro, I suppose it's time I quit holding back," he mused dryly.



He focused. He remembered. He brought forth one of the emotions that ran strongest in him. If Feena had a heart full of kindness, and Keter was shrewd, than what Vorhi had was the will to live. On Druckenwell, in Mengala University, in the CIS, on Utapau. The thing that thrummed within Vorhi's heart was one one still, quiet voice.



Today, we shall not die.



The old Palawan prayer, repeated often on Bonduki. Today, we shall not die. This hope, this energy, ran through him on Druckenwell, and now, it'd run through Feena and Keter's mind. "No one dies. Not today. I'm done watching those I care for die. I'm living. This world will live on, damn it. That's my oath. This world will live on," he said, clenching his fist, hoping the surge of adrenaline, of raw force, emanating from him gently would aid Feena's continued mental backlash against the doubts and fears of this battle-field. He then smiled. "You are right about one thing, Keter. I should've brought some good Bonduki liquor. Maybe next time, hmmm? You, me, and a bottle," he said with a laugh. He kept his breathing regular, his motions fluid. It seemed like the facade of joy kept him level, and afloat in the tempest of war. A lie told to himself over and over again, but one he player to well.

 

[Felicity Mason]

Location: Palace
Enemy: Ikki and her magic string
Allies: wit and Uncle Barnys training
Objective: get out of this alive and recognizable

Time seemed to almost slow down for her. She could only assume this was the power of the force aiding her, because the girl certainly had not practiced this maneuver before. She had not forgotten about the slicewire- after the first encounter, how could she? Her hand was still bleeding from it. So the second she felt the pressure on her cheek for it, she ducked her head. Not quick enough. The wire took off the tip of her ear, slicing away lock of hair at the same time. Blood poured down the side of her head, a roar of pain echoing through the halls. But at least it wasn't a face wound. She could deal with a chip on her ear, even if it hurt like mad.

She twisted the knife in the womans leg, more out of frustration and rage than anything else. When she saw her mouth coming to her face, the girl did the only thing she could think of- bowed her head and rammed her forehead into the maids teeth. Her fault really for presenting them to her. And she just kept twisting that knife, deeper and deeper. The net launcher being whipped into her stomach, made it hard to breathe. It was actually getting hard to keep going, she was sure, for both of them. At this rate, they were either going to kill each other, or knock the other one out.
And because Felciity was more useful to this maid alive, and Mother had the rule about killing, she doubted death was in the cards any time soon for either one of them.

[member="Ikki Ike"]

 

[Keter]

Location: Theed Tower
Allies: [member="Feena Mason"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Zarro Verres"]
Objective: Feena lives.

Keter was a poor Force-sensitive when it came down to it. He had the subtelty of a sledgehammer when it came to space wizard tricks, as Barnabus called them. But there was something he could do to aid Feena. He could feel her weariness, her pain at focusing so hard. The blond shook his head. So selfish of her, being the hero. He smirked as he looked up at their companions, people Feena had brought together by virtue of being herself. A bit like he had. But Slevin and Barnabus would see the girls safe. Keter would have to look after Feena, along with the whole of Naboo.

"Well, if I don't make it, make sure to pour some out for me anyways," he joked, nodding at the man's declaration, before turning to the mammal. "As for someone who settled down...well, you seem to fail at it, finding yourslef as the last line of defence for a planet's queen," the blond said with a smile, before turning his attention to Feena.

He couldn't meditate with her, but there was something else he could do. He held her close, slowing his breathing to match hers, and he began to steal from her. The weariness in her bones, her body. Her weakness from being a Queen and a patient. The fatigue that clouded her mind. He took it all and made it his own.

 

[Ikki Ike]

Location: Lower levels
Enemies: Omega
Allies: Authority
Objective: [member="Felicity Mason"]

The twisting of the knife was painful and changed her facial expression as the princesses forehead impacted with her. Instead of being a bote at her face it was now Ikki shaking her head while the taste of blood was in her mouth. She was certain if she felt them a tooth would be loose but there was no time for that yet as the girls knife was causing an issue, she needed to get rid of it and kept striking, kept bashing with the net launcher while focusing on the goal. and rolling that final bit as the smell assaulted her nostrils and Ikki jerked so they would go i. Her boot knocking catching and twisting but she was prepared for the impact and was one step closer to her goal as she impacted the dirty, disgusting waters her grip on the launcher going white knuckled. Her movements with it using more of her strength to try and bash the princess in the face and cheek.

 

[Feena]

Location: Tower of doom
Enemies: ASA
Allies: OP, [member="Keter"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Zarro Verres"]
Objective: Win

"Well, if I don't make it, make sure to pour some out for me anyways,"
"-And for me," she interjected, smiling a little wider.
She hadn't stopped smiling. Not because she was happy. She wasn't happy. Her people were dying out there. Naboo's very way of life was at stake here. But she owed it to everybody to be a bright point in the dark. Even if only the people in this room could see her, she had to smile for her people. She had to show no fear, even if her body was weak with it.

But oddly enough, her body wasn't weak. Not anymore. She had nearly forgotten this. Keter couldn't heal. Not like she could. But he could steal her pain, her weariness. He could take it all into himself for her. She hated when he did it. She hated it. But now, she could only squeeze his hand in thanks for the power it gave her. She could keep this up as long as she had them. She was going to have to.

With Vorhi's addition, there was not a thing they couldn't do. She had no idea Vorhi had this in him. She knew he was powerful, but this? This gave her a whole new view. This gave her such clarity. They would win this. They would win this or die trying. And if they did die, then they would all die heroes. And that really didn't seem so bad, now that she thought about it. The Heroes of Naboo.
Maybe somebody would create a play about them? Maybe one of them would survive to tell the story.
Maybe.

Maybe I'll be remembered after all. Maybe it won't all be for nothing. Maybe I can still do some good, even after it is all over.

On the battle field, her people would feel it too, this sudden surge of power. Adrenaline pounding in their veins. There were three Masters in that tower now. Three Masters working with all they had to keep spirits high. And it would show. Naboo's will was strong.

"We..." the Queen whispered, "are Naboo."

 

[Felicity Mason]

Location: Sewers... almost
Enemy: sewage, sense of smell
Allies: Nothing. Sewage is nasty
Objective: DON'T TOUCH THE DIRTY WATER OMG SO GROSS!

Her forehead... hurt. Really bad. She was pretty sure one of the fetish maids teeth tore a chunk out of her skull. It made her dizzy. No, wait. Yes. That was blood running into her eyes. She was bleeding from her forehead. Great. She was so dizzy, she almost didn't notice the Maid trying to roll them both into... the single most disgusting place on Naboo.

Not. A. Chance!

When she realized, it was almost too late. Almost. As the maid bashed her, again and again, Felicity grabbed into the edge, and held on for dear life. She could deal with blood, pain, losing body parts... But this? Nope. Nope. Nope. She heard the splash as the maid fell in. Was she high up enough that she was safe? She didn't dare to look down.

she kicked. she struggled. If the maid tried to grab onto her legs to pull her down, well, the girl was just going to have to kick her in the face. Her hard shoes hurt her feet enough as it is. She could only imagine how getting kicked in the face with them would feel. As she kicked wildly, she started to pull herself up. she had to get out. Her hand was still bleeding, slipping. This was hard. She was sliding on her own blood! Down the hall, a guard had heard the screams and blows of the struggle. She could hear him running to her. Soon. Soon.

she pulled up with as much strength as she had. Her knife had been ripped from the wound and was now laying only a foot away, The pretty blade stained with red. But it wasn't her own blood. That was the important thing. She injured the maid. Even if she did fall down there, there was almost no chance that she would be able to go anywhere. Not with her injuries that bad. She would be amazed if she could stand up at all! What did she think to accomplish?

[member="Ikki Ike"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Ayden Cater"]

Ordo took a step back as he went back on the defensive. His heavy blade now covered with gouges as he fought the man. Eyes blazed and sparks flew as again and again the blades collided. A quick strike from the man lit his left elbow with pain as it hit the armorweave and quickly scortched flesh. Ordo gritting gis teeth and back handed another stike away as it came. Another stike found a joint in his armor that was exposed by an extended parry and left another scortched portion of flesh melded to melted armorweave.

He slashed at the man finally with a diagonal over hand chop from top left to bottom right then fired a dart containing sith poison from his other gauntlet. He had done thr same to Tahira Solo once not long ago before she escaped him. With luck his myriad tricks along with his strength would defeat the Correlian soon.