Into the Jaws of Death [OP Invasion of Sith-Occupied Coruscant]

[Ashin Varanin]

TEMPLE - VALLEY OF LORDS

[member="Sven Talith"]

"Sneer all you want, kid-"

Ember teetered on the edge of a full-fledged harangue through the molten hole in the vault door. Outside, mostly out of his line of sight stood the Force-null man with the thermal dets, and a new arrival with really impressively well-kept hair. At [member="Darth Janus"]' demand, Ember offered a sharp-edged grin that might or might not get seen. "Y'know, last time I was this close to a Sith holocron, it was the Sith Council vault on Bosph, and I was turning the contents into dust. That was a good day. Thousands of years of history gone in thirty seconds flat.

"You want this holocron intact? Take me to your leader."

 

[Tefka]

Location: Valley of the Dark Lords
Allies: [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Evard L'Rik"]
Enemies: [member="Animus"] [member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Ilsa Voll"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Cira"]
Objective: Survive the crazy man with a thermal detonator running in my direction.

Tsavong lifted from his crouched position as he watched Omega Protectorate soldiers begin to change their tactics as the locust swarm of dweebits began to descend upon the soldiers surrounding the Dark Tyrant's current position. The behemoth raised his head to look where his target had gone in the aftermath of his area of effect attack - and saw the brim of a notable smuggler hat disappear into the distance.

The beast pounded his chest. "HONORLESS!" He yelled after the man ([member="Ayden Cater"]) as he ran. "HOW DARE YOU LEAVE YOUR MEN TO WAGE THIS WAR FOR YOU."

And that's when it hit.

A resounding boom in the distance. Followed by a second boom. Tsavong was instantly sent into shock, and though he realized it on a somewhat subconcious level and tried to signal his armor that he was in trouble - the armor would not respond.

Dead. The next few moments seemed like an eternity.

Tsavong looked to the sky and saw the origin of the second boom to be 800 pounds of Force invigorated black and white blubber falling from the sky who he did not recognize to be @Hion the Hergglic. He turned his head, still in a daze. A tank, operated by a weirdly foreign woman shouting things in panic ([member="Ilsa Voll"]), stood facing the overly titanic Myrshavong with a smoking barrel. The first boom. A blast had been fired, he had surmised. But where? Tsavong looked down, and that's when he realized.

His bottom left arm had been out when he was pounding his chest at [member="Ayden Cater"]. His bottom left arm was no longer there, and in it's place - a cauterized stump.

Tsavong sunk to his knees, now at eye level of the average humans that were prowling the field.

Amon...

....is this how I am to die?

Apparently so, answered the cry of one screaming lunatic running in his direction. Or at least Tsavong thought that's what he said as the extremist raised what seemed to be some sort of explosive in his hand in a desperate sprint at the Dark Tyrant. Kraal instinctively rose his shield,not knowing what else to do in the moment. ([member="Animus"])

One of the dragon heads of the Arkanian Kraetos shield seem to wrap it's mouth around the extended hand of the man at the last second, glomping down. Kraal would later recall seeing a bright light shortly before the blackness overtook him.

BOOOOOOOOOM.

The resounding explosion exploded from within the shield, the Kraetos shield attempting to do it's best to consume the thermal energy emitted by the fusion rods of the thermal detonator. While it was an extremely high-grade explosive, military grade even, the Kraetos did what it could to prevent the explosion from erasing Tsavong from existance. Had the Yuuzhan Vong brute not been currently standing at the pearly gates of his makers, he might have remembered the maniacal face of hatred and lunacy staring him down, intent on his destruction, of the man that had launched this seemingly suicidal assault. The resulting explosion completely obliterated the Kraeots shield and blew off the upper left arm off leaving another cauterized stump, but with the protection of the Kraetos shield the arm would only be severed from the bottom of the forearm down, furthest away from his elbow. There would be remnants of a hand left... but it was hanging, albeit barely.

The mangled remains of Tsavong was sent into the air flying.

Moments later, he would snort out sand, waking in terrible agony upon the floor of the Valley near the location of another battle on the flank. The mangled body of Tsavong had apparently landed some moments before near the location of [member="Sarge Potteiger"] and [member="Cira"].

 

[Cira]

Valley
Enemy: [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Tsavong Kraal"]
Ally: [member="Sarge Potteiger"]


There came the familiar tenor through her comm. Right there, crackling in her ear, punctuated by quickening breath. Just like -- Flashback two shadows standing at an entry door, with the sunset above her and the streets below.

No.

Not going there. Lips would thin into a straight line, and seemingly due to the sorcery, there was a level of clouded judgement that would affect the Lady Protector. Or was it?

Either way, she was not in the mood for his questions. Her voice would crackle right back, slightly out of breath as she'd slam along side the stone base of one memorial.

[ Being productive. What kind of an idiot starts following another squad and double teams on an objective? ] A snarky part in her, wanted to answer with 'Clearly, not you.' but she held her tongue.

Of course, that's when the ground exploded as a massive mangled Vong body went slamming nearby. She'd duck for cover as debris would rain down, pelting her body.

Oh, things were about to get interesting.

 

[HK-36]

Location: Buildings and Cover surrounding Valley of the Lords,
Allies: [member="Kaida Taldir"], [member="Nyos Val"]
Enemies: [member="Aleksandr Idruin"], [member="Darth Banshee"]
Objective: Sniper Support

HK gave out his two shots and moved to stand as he noticed a shape lunging closer to his invisible form, his heightened senses and ability to quickly multitask enabling him to pay attention to his surroundings via hearing as he was sniping.

The shape of the young shaper stumbled into the droid upon landing in the apartment where droid made his sniping spot currently, the young Sith most likely wanted to pass through the abandoned rooms of the housing tower onto the other side and continue his stride towards his true target as he bumped into the droid.

Quickly HK was on his feet, the hood of his cloak falling back from the momentum and the cloth unwrapping as it revealed the droid's tall and slender, but quite armored form, the material keeping invisible as it seemingly disappeared.

The young Sith threw his jet of flames towards the droid and HK rose his sniper rifle in one hand, held now sideways much like a shield, and his open palm in the other.

The flames bounced and licked around the rifle as an outline of blue energy enveloped the droid, the palm he had outstretched diffused and resisted young Shaper's flames, it was the energy shield of his custom Defense Power Armor, heavy variant, fire was a primitive form of energy after all, and his sniper rifle did his role of a shield, crackling as its electrical components were damaged and its form melting.

In quick movement HK flinged the burning form of his SR-1 shattergun at the young Sith, attempting to knock the air out of him with the nicely sized rifle, which was now red hot and with tongues of flame dancing around him, in response twin barrels popped out of one of HK's forearms, another barrel of some unknown device extended from the other, both aimed at the young Sith as Nyos stepped in, jumping into the fray between the assassin droid and Aleksandr.

This Sith is mine!!

As much as the droid wanted to show the kid old toasters still could fight, Nyos was in his line of shot, besides, even if HK would grab the toasted rifle back from Aleks, it would be unusable.

HK nodded slightly,
"Alright, Nyos, I owe you one. May the Force be with you."
The droid muttered as he stepped back to the wall, large metal claws extending from his feet as he kept his eye on Aleks. He picked up the MD-1 he had left there and slung the weapon on his shoulder, the visor of his helmet still turned towards the young Sith as the droid quickly made his way out of the apartment, making sure the Shaper would not try another jet of flames into his back, it was then he finally turned.

Aleks may have been young, but he stopped HK's sniping, at least for a longer while, and surely earned [member="Hal Terrano"] and [member="Tyger Tyger"]'s thanks through that.


One of the other soldiers HK brought along with him met him by one of the other apartments, on his way towards the roof,

"Orders, sir?"
The soldier asked,
"I need a VG, gather your squad move to other location, this one has been compromised."
The armored man nodded, motioning back to his companions as they passed one of the Abregado-made VG-1 scatterguns and handed it to the droid before moving past him into the stairway leading out of one of the building's exits. HK wrapped his cloak around himself once more and pulled the hood over his head, disappearing.

"Kaida, this building has been compromised."
HK was already on his way to the roof as he sent her the instant message from his built-in communications, skipping a step here and there.

It was then that he spotted Darth Banshee making his way towards them. All she had to go off was the sound of him firing, but not the firing itself, rather than the whistling of his bullets as they flew through the air, or buzzing even since they moved at high speed, otherwise the rifle he used was completely silent and he devote from a signature in the Force. That would make a really lousy search for her, and one that took a bit of time if she was looking for him specifically, so he indeed had time before she approached his position.

As to her cloaking, while she has been cloaked in the Force, supposedly the form manipulating the light rather than the minds, since that would not affect HK at all, he could still sense in multiple spectrum, and so he saw her signature in the infrared spectrum, the heat of her body making its way towards the apartment building. It is not so easy to fool a droid, and with that he was aware of her movement.

The time he spotted her in was very brief, just a split second while he passed by one of the windows, his form once more concealed in his chameleon cloak, the material of which was saved thanks to the energy shield built into the droid's armor, the device recharging from its clash against the Sith's jet of flames.


Finally, he would step through the doorway in his swift pace to see Kaida in her casting, her skin and lips pale, droplets of ice covering her face,
"Kaida, it is me, Metal Demon."
He said, letting her know of his presence, and he knew how much she hated him using that title,
"Nyos is fighting a Sith few stories below and I spotted more coming towards the building, we have to go."

Beneath the cloak the droid held in his metal hands the heavy form of his railgun-scattergun.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Valley
Enemy: [member="Cira"], [member="Tsavong Kraal"]
Allies: [member="Cira"]

The man stood, oblivious to the fire around him as the body impacted the sands in front of them, startling not only himself but the two squads of soldiers. "And now you've your answer." He retorts to the red haired woman. But where she took cover, he remained out.

Around him, his squad moved in on the massive mangled... whatever it was. His first instinct was 'shoot.' The second was 'capture.' Something told him the latter was the more intelligent decision, and so no one got into arms reach - they maintained a safe distance, weapons trained.

There was a grenade or two in the hands of some, clearly not wanting to mess with whatever could wake up after an impact like that. And just like that, Sarge was taken back to Denon.

A massive corpse conglomeration, roaring its displeasure as an entirely different squad hefted a grenade each in its direction.

Hopefully they wouldn't have to repeat it.

"If you've a blaster, set it to stun." That was the squad frequency. On cue, 12 blasters fired stun blasts at the beast. "Again. Twice." Volley fire. Ancient, but effective.

 

[Sven Talith]

Valley of the Dark Lords
[member="Ember Rekali"]

Sven stood, looking around for a moment and then letting out a loud sigh.

Again, he didn't care about history, he didn't care about holocrons, but if he didn't have to kill anyone today then he would take the opportunity. Sven fingered the off switch on his Thermal Detonator, placing the grenade back into the small tube and placing its cap, the grenades would be safe there away from influences of uppity force users and their telekinesis.

“Fine.” Sven said finally, drawing his Tir Stunner. “But you collapsed the entrance.”

He frowned, at the very least he'd have an easy day.

 

[Tefka]

Location: Valley of the Dark Lords
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Cira"]
Objective: Being stunned like a gangsta.

Tsavong looked up from the sand, spitting out a small dweebit on the ground. It scurried around until being promptly stepped on by an Omega Protectorate soldier. The Dark Tyrant realized where he was, almost immediately.

Enemy territory.

The Omega Protectorate had seemingly staked out this flank of the Valley and to the behemoth's delusional, injured mind it seemed very heavily fortified. He began to snarl and reached up to grab the leg of the soldier who had stepped on the insect, his massive body rippling, the Yuuzhan Vong intimidating even when seriously injured. He began crushing with his good hand, snarling and growling as he came to.

"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM, HUMAN?!" he roared with renewed vigor.

"I AM TSAVONG KRAAL, HEIR TO THE YUUZHAN VONG EMPIRE, VOICE OF THE DARK LORD YUN-AMON, BRINGER OF CHAOS AND EVOLUT-"

BLAAAAM.


BLAAAAM.

Tsavong face-planted on the ground in an unconcious heap, [member="Sarge Potteiger"] standing over him.

 

[Cira]

Valley
Enemy: [member="Sarge Potteiger"]
Ally: [member="Sarge Potteiger"]


Cira would join them seconds later, her own rifle at the alert carry. By all intents and purposes, it appeared the Yuuzhan Vong was out cold. Another dweebit would come crawling from under his great mangled girth only to be crushed under Cira's boot.

[ Well, at least you can do one thing right.] would come her wry commentary. The Vong's declaration of being a Voice of the Dark Lord did not go over her head.

[ Secure the heir to the Yuuzhan Vong Empire for extraction and questioning.] if they could get any kind of information off of 'TSAVONG KRAAL, HEIR TO THE YUUZHAN VONG EMPIRE, VOICE OF THE DARK LORD YUN-AMON, BRINGER OF CHAOS AND EVOLUTION.' all the better.

 

[J3C0]

Imperial Palace
[member="Mia Monroe"]

The upstart Mandalorian woman would of course carve her way towards the palace, a trip that by all accounts was rather short. Yet when she found her way to the palace, she would have to wind her way through its massive cathedrals and huge expansive spires, there was only really only one clear path, one way that led to the Throne Room of the Imperial Palace.

On that path, sat Mierin.

The Confident looking Sith Pureblood still had that smile on her face, a stark distinction of what had once been worn there, all impassiveness was gone. She waited, her rage boiling within her still from the loss of her arm and leg. Pain still emanated from both those wounds, even with their mechanical replacements now functionally perfectly.

She closed her hand a few times, the servos of her arm whirring silently as she did so. It was an interesting feeling, the arm was almost an entire kilo lighter than her real arm had been, it provided greater speed in movements, but the sensation was...odd.

Suddenly as she walked the Sith Purebloods head snapped to the side, she felt an impression in the force nearing her, and slowly she turned towards it.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Valley
Enemies: [member="Cira"], [member="Tsavong Kraal"]
Allies: [member="Cira"]

"Ohhh, yes. You showed up at my home because I can't do anything right." The verbal rolling of his eyes was almost shoved into her brain, so dripping was the sarcasm. There was so much more he wanted to say just then, but he bit his tongue because, well, someone had to call for extraction.

That someone was, clearly, him. Contacting a ship in orbit from his suit, he made sure the next incoming dropship was loaded with the sort of thick restraints they usually used to stow impressively heavy cargo. Between that and the stun weapons the men would be carrying... it would be secure enough to get them to orbit.

"Perimeter." He barks. "Six of you keep an eye on our Voice at all times." The men were practiced. He needn't guide them to doing their job. Since he didn't know how much was enough to keep this guy down, he went with the little bit of overkill.

His head turned towards Cira. "Here's hoping he isn't another RC."

 

[Sawa Ike]

Location: Above the Valley
Enemies: [member="Old Red Ordo"]
Allies: @One Sith [member="Salvor Arnex"]
Objective: Disrupt OP

Sawa had moved from the palace, when the mandalorian had entered and the dark lord revealed himself she had exited not from fear but because they were secure. Now she was moving silently and carefully towards the valley and she stopped letting her eyes glow silvery in the light. Spying one of the men with his shiny bald head and facial hair as her mouth opened, fangs barring and snapping forward in her mouth. The small hiss coming from her lips and she was moving letting her body twist here and there to build some air, to focus the energies and she released her hands. A bubble of shaped air releasing as she sent it towards the mans head to encase him and she snarled. "Protectorate."

 

[Nameless Knight]

Location: Imperial Palace
Allies: Omega Protectorate [member="Mia Monroe"]
Enemies: One Sith [member="Bastian Briareos "] [member="Ordo"] [member="Darth Mierin"]

The Rassilon had touched down, worse for wear from the defenses as Knight jumped holding the bolter over her chest and extending large wings to fly up into the air. Her amusement dissipating as she spied the massive palace and felt it. Something had changed and she dipped down dive bombing into a sith trooper while firing the bolter into another at the door. The mans hand not there to close it while she retracted her wings and instead shifted them to arkley legs stabbing and moving about. The benefits of being a shape shifters while she held the bolter up firing again. Trying not to use her saber just yet while she moved taking cover as the weapon clicked dry. The ammo gone and she cursed leaving the spares in her ship. "Stupid." Knight held the weapon and took the strap off as a sith came around the corner and the gun was smashing his throat while it dropped and the snap hiss came from the tonfas.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Imperial Palace
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Knight"] @OP
Objective: Act.

Shargon was conversing with some people when he noticed a Jedi attack the front. Shargon adapting to the Situation and acting like everyother Civilian backed up and started panicing. Shargon in his Grey Cloak slowly Approached toward [member="Knight"] and reached out a black gloved hand at her. " Pl...Please help me! Their going to Kill me if i dont get out please! Protect me!" Shargon said having Sith guard in the background. In his cloak there were small light daggers all poised for paralysis, it was almost impossible to know what Shargon had under his sleeves in the Panic.

 

[Old Red Ordo]

Location: Above the Valley
Enemies: [member="Sawa Ike"]
Allies: OP
Objective: Mow down the darkness

Couldn't help but grin this one could be heard a mile a way but still it wouldn't be any problem to someone lke Red Ordo. After all all his work set up the mines before getting to his nest wasn't all for nothing. As laid down fire making sure that there was no where this one could jump to or go as there was one after another that came out of his gun. Coming faster then eery before this one would be the first of his bag of prize today as she set off one after another explosion.

 

[Ordo]

[member="Ember Rekali"][member="Tsavong Kraal"][member="Ember Rekali"][member="Tsavong Kraal"]@Cira@HK-36@Sarge Potteiger[member="Sven Talith"][member="Darth Mierin"][member="Sawa Ike"]@Knight@Shargon'Ta@Old Red Ordo


Ordo's massivewar droid lumbered back to his master and took a place beside the throne as Ordo stood and retrieved his auto cannon. The big man lifted it with one hand and walked back to the droid. He locked the weapon back on the droid's chassis and pulled off his beskad, a much more satisfying weapon than a lightsaber, though not as elegant.

"ACOLYTE!" Ordo bellowed as he looked at the black blade.

"My Lord?" Came a reply.

"Raise planetary shields, Coruscant will not fall today." Ordo declaired.

"Yes my lord." The acolyte said before hurrying away.

Ordo returned to his throne and began gathering the force to him. It was time.

 

[Ilsa Voll]

Location: Valley of the Lords
Objective: Ow.
Allies: [member="Ayden Cater"]
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Tsavong Kraal"], [member="Hion the Herglic"]

They had no time to rejoice in a successful hit, much less reload. A huge force impacted the turret-top with enough force to dent two, large, dinner plate-sized sections of the armor plating. The force of the impact was enough to knock the tank off kilter and send the front left corner of the armored skirt into the ground.

The Skocha spun around on the corner before skidding to a stop. The front faced down the valley, as it had before, though this time the tank was quiet short of the purr of the engine.

"Was in der Hölle treffen uns?" Voll said, somewhat shaken as she gazed up at the slight dents in the turret-roof above her head. One had narrowly missed her skull by inches and could have easily crushed her cranium. "Haben Artillerie schießen uns?"

"Ich weiß es nicht, aber was auch immer es war traf es wie ein Zug," came Zenti's reply as she shook the cobwebs from her head.

Strobel rocked back and forth, clutching her forehead. A small trickle of blood leaked from beneath the leather cap she wore; the same that they all wore. She'd had her eye to the gun sights when they'd been hit and had smashed her head against the lip of the thing.

"Reuter, stellen Sie sicher, Strobel ist in Ordnung. Zenti, sind wir immer noch mobil?" Voll asked as she checked her own systems.

"Uns geht es gut, meistens. Antrieb ist in Ordnung. Motor ist in Ordnung," Zenti called over the comms.

Voll nodded once as she ran through a systems check. The turret ring was damaged; it would be slow to track targets and rotate the turret. The cupola repeater was a mangled wreck crushed to the hull. The two dents had left one viewfinder out of commission entirely and knocked their comms out for the moment.

"Es geht mir gut, Commander. Nur ein wenig knallte auf. Ich kann immer noch zu kämpfen," Stroble said as Reuter checked the gunner's injury. It wasn't bad, but it could have been worse. Without the leather cap, she'd have been knocked unconscious, or worse. As it was, she was sporting a steadily growing lump with a neat gash in the middle. Reuter gave the thumbs up, though, meaning no concussion. Voll knew that was luck and luck alone speaking and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that they'd used theirs up with that.

"Zenti, bekommen uns zu bewegt. Holen Sie sich mit uns auf eine Feuerstellung. Reuter, laden Sie die Kanone. Wir sind noch verletzt und, aber nicht aus dem Kampf verletzt," came Voll's order. She hoped it wouldn't be the last one.

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"Was in der Hölle treffen uns?" "Haben Artillerie schießen uns?"
"What in the Hell hit us?" "Did artillery shoot us?"

"Ich weiß es nicht, aber was auch immer es war traf es wie ein Zug,"
"I don't know, but whatever it was hit like a train,"

"Reuter, stellen Sie sicher, Strobel ist in Ordnung. Zenti, sind wir immer noch mobil?"
"Reuter, make sure Strobel's fine. Zenti, are we still mobile?"

"Uns geht es gut, meistens. Antrieb ist in Ordnung. Motor ist in Ordnung,"
"We're fine, mostly. Propulsion is fine. Engine is fine."

"Es geht mir gut, Kommandant. Nur ein wenig knallte auf. Ich kann immer noch zu kämpfen,"
"I'm fine, Commander. Just a little banged up. I can still fight."

"Zenti, bekommen uns zu bewegt. Holen Sie sich mit uns auf eine Feuerstellung. Reuter, laden Sie die Kanone. Wir sind noch verletzt und, aber nicht aus dem Kampf verletzt,"
"Zenti, get us moving. Get us to a firing position. Reuter, load the cannon. We're wounded, but we're not out of the fight."

 

[Evard L'Rik]

Valley of Lords

[member='HK-36']

Y'know, it's not nice to shoot an enemy when he's a beat up as [member='Tsavong Kraal'] was right there. The droid was still firing away at the Vong, and he moved to track [member='Darth Banshee'].

But he was on top of a gigantic rock, basically. I could get rid of rocks. My hand moved forward, and with a crushing motion from my hand, the lower pieces of stone began to crumble. I concentrated more, and larger cracks formed.

Then the building under me shook, too.

Oh hell.

 

[Dicer]

Enemies: OS
Allies: OP
Position: 5 clicks west of the Valley in a built up area. Trying to dislodge enemy soldiers one building at a time.

Dicer's fireteam found cover behind various pieces of office furniture and went into overwatch. The other two fireteams advanced rapidly. After the losses they'd suffered on Druckenwell, Curtis had been placed in charge of the third fireteam within the squad. The SL and 2IC didn't appear to give him any credit for the "promotion", Jonas still treated him like an annoyance, Haden barely paid him any attention. Still, it had felt like a promotion.

This was a fairly typical multi-purpose office building. On each floor the walls were thin, designed to be moved around to allow new occupants to shape the floorspace to their needs. As his fireteam advanced he checked the blueprint on his HUD. The military had been thorough in gathering all intelligence available on Coruscant. Right now, Omega satellites would be deploying - if possible - to try and bring the Omega forces up to a competitive level in terms of command and control.

A small symbol on the HUD indicated that they were going to breach the wall ahead and make for the stairwell. Enemy spotted. He waved for his four man team to form up around Jonas', as Haden's turned and covered the rear. One soldier held his BTI-CES towards the wall, the shotgun had enough power to go through a duracrete wall, let alone this flimsy barrier. Another from Jonas' fireteam primed a grenade.

Jonas tapped a few buttons on his comm system, the Squad Leader had far more information and controls available to him. A countdown appeared in Curtis' HUD. There was a boom as the shotgun ripped a hole in the wall, the sound of the grenade was even louder.

Dicer was first through the breech, his CC13 shouldered in an instant. He turned to the nearest moving white shape, putting a neat whole in his plastoid chest plate. His heart raced as he caught site of another on his flank, but a blaster bolt from a companion put him down.

He moved forwards, ensuring the area was clear and the squad poured forwards.

"Just a four man team," Jonas commented on the downed Stromtroopers. "There'll be more ahead."

White armour, Curtis mused. What an odd way to make yourself stand out in a firefight. The ODF troops had their MKII/S armour coated in a generic urban camo pattern.

"Moving up a floor," he heard Jonas report up the chain-of-command. "Careful on the stairwell," he advised the squad. Dicer looked up and down as he stepped out into the stairwell. A long way up, but an even longer way down, he thought.

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Squad Loadout: Urban Warfare
1 Ravager anti-armor cannon
2 Harpy Sniper Rifles
2 Retaliator Shotguns
1 Reaver Repeater
6 providing fire support with CC13 rifles.
Arranged in three four-man fire teams

ODF Task Force Battlegroup D is assaulting an area of the city several clicks across, with the aim of creating a stable LZ for further forces to secure the area around the Valley. Battlegroup D is light on Armor Squadrons and artillery batteries, but heavy on Urban Warfare light infantry and Air Assault squadron.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Location: Imperial palace
Enemies: [member="Darth Mierin"] [member="Ordo"]
Objective: Move the wench so I can kill the Dark Lord

The journey between the Valley and the Palace was a blur. Gore splattered across her armour, her beskad slick with blood. She wasn't sure who she'd met along the way, only that she'd met them in a rage, a rage that burned and not just metaphorically. A gift, left to her by Nemene Talith was a large amount of devaronian blood poison in her system. Her love, her better half, the only man in the galaxy that made the warrior soft, had created a cure that dulled its affects, less she use the darkside. It was conditioning, a reminder not not become that which she despised.

There was a downside to this, simply that Mia was so adept at crucitorn now that she didn't feel the pain, only the rage.

Great columns flanked the path to the throne room. Her helmet had been cast aside in a fury, no longer wishing to hear the confused chatter of her men. Let them work it out for themselves. Here, the noise of battle seemed distant, allowing for better focus. There was someone blocking her path and Mia came to a stop several feet away from her. She adjusted the grip on her beskad.

"You are going to want to get out of my way." She growled.

How dare you hide behind these shabuir.

Mia's hand snapped forward, sending a wave of telekinetic energy at Mierin, ripping up the marble floor as it came her way.

Gar hut'uun! I TRUSTED YOU!

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Location: Edge of the Valley of the Lords, inside the Bral
Objective: Change the game

Rally Master Deshra was watching the clock like a hawk. Precision was everything and as the clock reach thirty seconds remaining he souted out "Din'kartay!"

"Cloak is active and holding!" Came the reply from the technician next to him.

"Overwatch is in place. Nothing's gonna be sneaking up on us." Came Rally Master Kelborn's reply, his job to defenc the Bral should anyone find it.

"We're ready to raise the ysalamiri." the shout came up from the depths of the mobile wall.

Thirty seconds became zero. "Do it."

One by one, the ysalamiri stirred in their nutrient tanks and a force null bubble grew. A five hundred meter radius that covered the Valley of the Dark Lords. Every force user in its vicinity would be unable to access the force. Anyone outside of tthe valley, no one would be able to penetrate the area with the force. The nexus from which these sith drew there power, unreachable by them.

The game had changed.

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[member="HK-36"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Ilsa Voll"][member="Old Red Ordo"][member="Sawa Ike"][member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Cira"] [member="Sven Talith"][member="Hion the Herglic"][member="Darth Janus"][member="Tyger Tyger"][member="Kaida Taldir"][member="Evard L'Rik"][member="Darth Banshee"][member="Aleksandr Idruin"][member="Darth Hauntruss"][member="Salvor Arnex"][member="Hal Terrano"][member="Menoetius"]

 

[Tyger Tyger]

LOCATION: Temple of the Valley of the Lords
ALLIES: One Sith, [member="Hal Terrano"], [member="Darth Janus"]
ENEMIES: Omega Protectorate and friends;
OBJECTIVE: Back to work

One hand.

And then another.

Though miserable, he made not a sound to convey it. While a more intellectual man may have worried about death, or made plans for hospitalization, or even plotted revenge, Milo’s mental facilities gravitated exclusively to forcing a body that felt it had every right to quit to work. It was excruciating, but it was simple. In the presence of such indomitable will, his ailing form had no choice but to bow before the alpha dog.

Upon pulling himself onto the platform and back into the Valley of the Lords, he retrieved the bowcaster from his back and assumed the high-ready, advancing initially in a combative posture...but he heard a familiar voice. He let the bowcaster droop in one arm, moving his free hand to grasp his wound, and, looking every bit the Shadow at the end of Homeward Bound, staggered unassumingly into the view of his employer.