Midnight Inferno | CIS Dominion of Mechis III

[Krystal]

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Location: Several city blocks away from Purgatorio and the others. ​

Objective: Find a way to take this monster down... and hopefully not die in the process. ​

Wearing and Wielding: Custom armour, Sith Blade, Verpine Shatter Rifle, DL-44 Pistol (modified), and KC-95 Ace of Spades Blaster, as well as various knives and small explosives. ​

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Though her ears were filled with the incessant buzz of her comm system, Krystal was trying to focus first on where she was going to land. She hadn't been close at hand when the distress signals had started to go off, but had come as fast as she could. Not quick enough, it seemed. She took another long bound to clear the narrow alley between two rooftops, and stopped at the edge to survey the damage. Mechis III was burning. Krystal quickly located the epicenter of it all, the droid -- if you could even call it that -- that everyone seemed to be shrieking about. As her HUD drew her a route to follow -- she had landed and left her ship far from the center, to avoid risk of being simply grabbed out of the skies -- she tried not to think about what she would actually do when she arrived. Mandos, Sherezade, the High Councillor... they had so many capable, equipped, experienced fighters that she couldn't imagine she would even have a place among them. Shoving those thoughts out of her head, she picked up speed and triggered her repulsors to make the jump to the next rooftop when suddenly her world quite literally fell apart from underneath her.

Her heart seemed to fly into her mouth as she plummeted to the ground, the building she had intended on landing on crumpled by the Purgatorio. She shot out her left arm and launched a hook at the building she had just leapt off. It jerked taught as it caught and brought her swinging around into the building. She twisted and used her legs to ease the shock, and slowly let herself down to the ground. The ground seemed to be covered in blood, shattered and broken bodies littered among the shards of glass that lined the pavement. Her hands shook as she reached to activate her comm, but she refused to let any hesitation enter her voice as she spoke: "Krystal Estain, to units combatting the Purgatorio Mech. Landed and ready to be of assistance in whatever way possible to the rest of you. Over." As soon as she stopped speaking, the shrill sound of the injured and dying filled her channels again.

The answer she received, though, wasn't at all calmly transmitted. Or normally, for that matter. Skipping her comm system entirely, Krystal registered Scherezade's command through the Force -- she decided not to think too much about how, but rather focus her energy on the dystopic machine in front of them. She darted around the ragged groups of civilians, speed enhanced by her suit, and quickly was a stones throw from the monster's legs. Each stomp seemed to shake her world... and that was exactly where she wanted to be. Not allowing herself any further time to think about it, she launched her hook at the machine and prayed that it would hold as she took a final leap. Pulled into the air as Purgatorio stepped away from her, she swung herself into the droid and scrambled up its right leg. She quickly realized why the machine had stopped mid stride when she looked down to see [member="Voph"] seeming to hold the monster off of him with brute strength. Krystal wasted no time being awestruck -- she could gawk over the warrior later -- but realized she'd be of no help to anyone under Purgatorio's foot with him. For not the first time, she wished she had trained more in the force.

She scrambled up Purgatorio's leg until she reached the joint where his knee would have been. Nothing at all was exposed or showed any signs of weakness... but she had no time to try anything else. Hopefully this would be enough to let the man trapped under the looming heel escape.

Pulling her pistol out of its holster, she unloaded round after round into the monster's joint until a quiet click told her she was out of ammo. Instead of reloading, she shoved two relatively low impact thermal grenades into the joint and got the hell out of there, not taking the time to survey any damage done or check if the man was still holding out under the leg.

Higher, higher... Krystal wasn't sure where exactly she was going... except up.

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Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] [member="Voph"] [member="Daisy Americus"]

 

[Kyyrk]

Equipment: Armor, Lightsabers​

Objective: Bring it down​

Location: Escaping Purgatorio​

Tags: [member="Isley Verd"] | [member="Nya"] | [member="Haastal Verd"] | [member="Ardasz Verd"] | [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Daisy Americus"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Gianna Aegis"]​

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Voph could feel the sweat running down his face. Even bolstered as he was, his strength was failing. His intense focus was the only thing standing between him, and certain death. The droid began to falter. The Mandos had arrived. Voph looked up to see a diminutive figure clambering up the leg. He didn't recognize her, but he recognized the armor. His. He watched as she emptied a clip into the monster's knee, then jammed a grenade in. This was his chance. Summoning a strength he didn't know he had, Voph lashed out in the force, aiming to push the leg up at the same angle the grenade blast would send the knee.

He felt the preasure ease, ever so slightly, and his other hand immediately came down to launch a force blast to the side, propelling him out and away from the droid. He hit the ground, hard, and immediately began pulling himself through the wreckage away from the droid. He paused around the corner to a building to catch his breath. His hand instinctively went to his com. He had heard the chatter, but had been otherwise occupied. And it was with some level of alarm that he realized that the spaceport was faring...poorly. He pushed himself to his feet, feeling the world spin around him. "Voph to...to spaceport, hold tight, I'm...I'm on my way."

Voph was too preoccupied to know that help was already far closer than he. The line in the sand had been drawn. And it was breaking. The South Tower had fallen. Droids were streaming through. They would be on the spaceport in seconds. Soldiers were beginning to fall or retreat under the onslaught. Com channels were beginning to devolve to static. Life signs fading out. With the tower gone, the line was broken. And [member="Gianna Aegis"] heard her comlink buzz to life once more. "Mistress Jedi, Octarchy inbound. Hang tight."

Then a pair of boots hit the ground. Then another. And another. A shot rang out. Heavy. Powerful. Practically a cannon. A droid shattered on impact. Then another shot. And another. Soon the ground behind the tower was filled with blue armored soldiers, the boom of their rifles echoing from the buildings. The Vylmiran Defense Force had responded as quickly as they could, but given the war raging across the planet, it was a wonder they'd made it at all. But better late than never. The line had broken, but it was being reformed. The Octarchy were fearless in their defense of the spaceport, rallying even stronger as a squadron of Thrantas passed low overhead, raining fire down upon the droids. Mechis III would not fall this day. Not while a member of the Octarchy still drew breath.

 

[Cypher Rage]

Location: Paraidiso
Objective: ORDER MASS RETREAT AND EVACUATION.

Rage waived off the Droid Commander ( a tactical Droid) who was attempting to tell him it was to retake the South Tower " No. We will not be retaking the South Tower, Commander. You estimate how much of the population can we Evacuate with the entire Armadas that are present." he ordered. The Droid winced. Aware of what would happen if not enough Mech citizens got off the world before he bombarded the living daylights out of those nerf herding droids. " NINETY-NINE point NINE NINE percent, Vice Marshall" replied that Droid. Even General Kalani did not budge like the droid before him " Good. Send a message to every SJO and CIS Commander that I advise we leave. All Naval forces are to enter the atmosphere in order to begin Mass Evac efforts." ordered Rage. " Aye, Sir" replied the Commander. " Now Mistress Jedi, we must leave. NOW!" he spoke to the Jedi who had not even acknowledged his presence since he rolled up in an AAT. He saw as hundreds of vessels penetrated the atmosphere. This was one of those days.

[member="Voph"] [member="Kiff Brayde"] @E@Allya Vi'Dreya[member="Isley Verd"][member="Kurenai Yumi"][member="Scherezade deWinter"][member="Eternal Muse"]

 

[Daisy Americus]

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Wearing: Personal Mandalorian Armor​

Wielding: KC-M74S Designated Marksman Rifle | KC-77N Hybrid Pistol | EMP Grenades​

Location: Attacking some big karkin' War Droid.​

Direct Tags: [member="Kaden Farr"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Krystal Estain"]​

Close To: [member="Haastal Verd"] | [member="Ardasz Verd"] | [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]​

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Everyone was going for its legs.

Well, mostly.

[member="Haastal Verd"] and [member="Ardasz Verd"] had dome some work on one of the legs of the Purrgil-Bot and she could pick up some readings that seemed a lot like fire. Her sensors chirped and she nodded her definitively. Yep. That was fire. Looots of fire. “Ah don’ need no trainin’ in the Force Scherezade…You know that hocus pocus just—”, she paused, squeezing the trigger of her rifle, before taking aim again, “—jumbles me all up.”

Daisy was getting tired of everyone, family included, telling her that she needed to hone some magic tricks. Her beskar was all she needed. A few gadgets, wrist rockers, and a variety of grenades? It was a good day. Part of her was glad that her friend knew exactly what to do with this Kaden fella. He was her shadow. Stuck to her like flypaper, sure enough, on the hottest day of summer. Had she done something wrong? Was her Force Signature, the hell-of-whatever that was, still calling him? Or was he just playing overwatch?

“They ain’t stealin’ nothin’ honey girl. Just two old men out to get some.”

[member="Josh Dragonsflame"], [member="Scherezade deWinter"], and [member="Krystal Estain"] all went for Purrgil-Bot’s legs, adding to the damage the Verd’s had done, and Daisy could only keep taking pot shots whilst [member="Kaden Farr"] moved forward to try and blind it. The purple-clad Mandalorian breathed a sigh of relief when several more explosions went off and [member="Voph"] was able to escape. She lost sight of the probably ancient white-haired man after a moment, but, she could still feel a flicker of something. Life, she guessed.

Good Kad Almighty—The Force was confusing AF.

Eventually she realized that [member="Voph"] and [member="Cypher Rage"] were headed off to help the Dexter Memorial Spaceport. She’d heart something about the South Tower, but really, her hands were full here. She couldn’t be in more than one place at the same time. So, she could only deal with one problem at a time. Daisy watched while the Purrgil-Bot wavered around, severely damaged, but somehow still standing. Yeesh. Couldn’t it just die already?

Remembering the way [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] had thrown himself, and, a load of energy at the psycho-bot. It sure had messed it up pretty good. It was all but blind after what Kaden had done to its eyes. No tracking to speak of since it was swinging around like a loon now. All right. Okay. She could do this. She could totally do this. Right. Yes. Okay—Perfect trajectory. <<Uh…Guys? Look out if you're on the chassis and and uh...Cover me.>>

That was all her friends would hear before a purple and white streak blew past and the telltale stream of a jetpack made her air born. She curled her body around itself as tightly as she could, propelling her form with both the Force, and, natural inertia. An unconscious use of several Force abilities allowed her to gather energy much like Josh had, so that she could release it, on impact. Rather than aim for Purrgil-Bot’s legs, she went for the core, it’s chest, and gave everything she had.

In essence—She use her hard Mandalorian head for something useful and became a human cannonball.

A force field seemed to keep her from being decimated by any shots the giant robot sent along the way. When she did make contact there was a thunderous clap, one that shook the ground, before a controlled explosion followed and the young woman bounced backward in the air. The word that followed signified the inevitable.

<<TIMBER!!>>

Purrgil-Bot was going to go down. Quickly. She hoped. Daisy pushed herself backward, spinning out with her jetpack, and went heels over head before she landed back on the ground with a solid thud. Her armor was lighter than some, but beskar was beskar, and she was discombobulated as heck. She knelt down on one knee while she tried to re-learn how to breathe. And see. Oh, Mr. Purrgill-bot. Daisy didn’t feel so good.

The robot stumbled backward while little explosions began to rock its form and the core grew unstable. The damage to its legs made it so it wouldn’t have been able to know up from down were it not for gravity keeping it somewhat righted. Daisy fought the urge to stick her tongue out while it tilted on its axis. Daisy willed it to fall. She needed it to go boom, bright and shiny way of the booms, and it was just teetering while it sparked. ‘Fall!’, she thought with everything she had. ‘C’mon you big bucket of bolts!’

It was falling. Finally.

Aimed right at the factory.

[SIZE=11pt]Oh, chit. [/SIZE]

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Mechis III

Tagging: @Gianna Aegis



Objective: Help with the evacuation.

The Jedi waved a hand to get the attention of the pilots, pointing her gloved hand into the air as she grasped at the wall with her other hand, the commlink floating in the air in front of her face as she used the force to punch the buttons, sending a new command to the flotilla. She could feel more than hear the hum of the repulsors shaking through the transport as it climbed into the air.

“Ok, I’ve redirected our convoy over towards the Dexter Memorial Starport and I’ll arrange for the second and third flights to meet us there.” The pink-haired girl chewed her lip as her blue eyes flicked up to stare at the ceiling of the ship, as if she could see through it, to see into the space above them. “I didn’t come with a lot of transport capacity, but we have some medical ships in orbit that we can start to load the refugees onto for now. It won’t be pretty or comfortable but it’s better than leaving them stuck down here with the droids.” Asaraa had noo ide awhat could cause a droid rampage like this, but that wasn’t really so important rightnow, what was important was getting as much help to the people who needed it as she could. “Captain, call up to the fleet, let them know that we’ll have to push the transports and see if we can get a conveyor belt rolling, we’ll need to clear you back to the planet as soon as possible.”

As she heard the low murmur of the pilot communicating with the ships overhead, Asaraa padding backwards, both hands pressing against the walls to stabalise herself as her commlink floated behind her, still transmitting so that Gianna, and anyone else on the frequency could hear her plans. “It looks like we’re coming into a disaster. I’m going to need some of you to stay with the shuttles and ride herd with the refugees, especially if we’re going ot be transporting the injured out of here, break into three groups and cycle around with the shuttles. The rest of you, well there’s a spaceport full of hurt and scared sentients down there,” a wry smile touched Asaraa’s lips as she shook her head, “I’m not gonna tell you what to do because well, all of you know better than me, but Gianna Aegis has command on the ground so liase with her, and if you need anything from the ships let me know and I’ll arrange to have it brought down.” She might not have been the greatest healer in existence, but organisation the logistics, that she could do. The young Jedi swallowed nervously as the starport hoved into view, teeming with shapes as people fled for safety from the oncoming droids. “Gianna we’re landing now and I’m sending people your way now.” Even as she spoke the rear doors swung open, the once crowded transport emptying in a heartbeat as the Silver Jedi lost themselves in the crowd. “I’m going to stay by the transports and help to organise the evacuation here. If you need anything from me just let me know.”

The Jedi flinched as a loud explosion sent a smoke cloud billowing outside of the starport, whatever was going down on the planet seemed to be coming closer, to them with each heartbeat. Asaraa knew that what she was doing was important, that the Confederate forces were more than capable of handling this but…well she couldn’t deny that she wanted to be out there, lightsaber in hand as she cut through the droids. It was the arena she was most comfortable in but, maybe it wasn’t where she could do the most good. The Jedi forced her hands to unclench, her thoughts to draw away from the conflict that called to her, as she peered out of the open doors at a sea of hopeful faces, “Umm, all aboard?” As the crowd flowed towards her in a wave of panic the Jedi realised ruefully that she more than enough to do here without worrying about anything else.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Direct Tags: [member="Kaden Farr"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Daisy Americus"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Krystal Estain"]
Close To: [member="Haastal Verd"] | [member="Ardasz Verd"] | [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]

Daisy had flung herself at the monster's chassis after the efforts to knock it over, and the thing began to topple. The sound of victory was short lived though as Josh immediately noticed where it was falling on. The ramifications of this were quite clear in his eyes as he would relay for Jongori to get closer. While moving it would be impossible on his own, no matter how powerful he was... Perhaps...

Holding out his hands and focusing his energy, Josh would exact every bit of strength he had in the Force to hold the titan in place. The amount of strain that it was taking to do so was clear on his expression, but the determined, stubborn Jedi Master was undeterred. Jongori would let out a resounding roar, having to share the burden of what his companion was feeling. The roar could be heard for miles, and would alert any civilians still in the area - especially in the factory - to get the hell out of there. When Josh could sense very few life signs remaining in the vicinity, there was the issue of the explosion... There might not be enough time for himself and the others to get out of the way if the factory - and then the robot - exploded. The blast range would be huge, and even risk engulfing the evacuation area a ways from here. Josh wasn't willing to take that risk.

The moment he released the titan, Josh would scream into his comm to [member="Scherezade deWinter"] and [member="Daisy Americus"] in hopes they would rally the others out too.

"GO! NOW! GET OUT OF HERE!"

Willing Jongori to take them in, Josh would continue to work his magic, beginning to pile up Force Barrier after Force Barrier around the titan with every intention of containing the blast as best he could. The more that he applied, the stronger the barriers became and the wider a range they covered, the more strain it would put on the Jedi Master. As the monster would hit the factory and the explosion rang out, that was when the true strain would begin. Upholding the barriers with the strength of the combined blast was beginning to overwhelm him. The pain that began to flow through his body was indescribable. But the Jedi Master only clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and kept it up. As the blast began to break through the barriers, Josh kept going. He needed to buy enough time, and contain the blast just enough... His eyes flashed a cold blue as he continued to pour more and more into keeping this up. As the pain rocketed through his body, he let out a bloodcurdling cry, and Jongori let out another roar from sorrow over Josh's condition that made it more difficult for Josh to concentrate and only made the pain worse - but he kept it up. Blood began to seep from the sides of his head as he began having difficulties catching his breath. But he kept it up. He was just too damn stubborn to take any chances. He couldn't breathe anymore, and he felt blood lumping up in his throat but he just needed a little more... He just had to hold on for a little longer...

As the blast finally escaped, much smaller than one would have expected, Josh finally released his hold and slumped over. Jongori would shift the saddle to keep Josh from falling before taking off to escape the remains of the blast. Finding [member="Scherezade deWinter"] as the next best person that Jongori trusted, they would locate her and land. As Jongori landed, Josh would tumble off the saddle, coughing up blood as he desperately sucked what breath he could.

 

[Kaden Farr]

w. [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] | [member="Daisy Americus"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Krystal Estain"]


Kaden had lost perception as to what was happening around him. His entire goal was to keep the massive bot from being able to focus on anything. The volley of slugs Apollo and Artemis had leveled onto what Kaden had determined to be the eyes seemed to work. As the bot began to flail about it became clear it had lost all recognition of its surroundings. That caused a few problems, the primary of which was the massive arm which knocked Kaden back toward the factory.

His beskar plated armor armor hit the wall chest first. The jet pack was shut off as a result, and the mando fell onto the ground with a rather loud thud. It was a good thing Kaden’s head was as hard as his beskar. Both would be dented, but they would survive.

An alarm went off in his HUD as Kaden stood back to his feet. It was Daisy. The blonde was acting like she might be going crazy after all. Launching herself toward the mech was a foolish idea had it not been for the explosion of force energy she managed to launch toward the massive machine. It had worked, but barely. The mech started falling toward the factory, and all of them had to act quickly. The Jedi with them seemed to have the right idea, and while Kaden would have helped him, there were people to evacuate.

Slapping the button on his chest, Kaden called to Daisy on the comm. <<< “Fancy moves. Daisy the Mech Slayer... kind of has a ring to it. Now, Mech Slayer, lets get the rest of these people out of here.” >>> As Kaden finished the Jedi let the explosion go. There was no time, and a massive piece of debris launched toward Daisy. Changing his plans, Kaden zoomed toward the blonde, and, as he came close, wrapped his arms around her and moved her out of the way just in time. <<< “Daisy, you okay?” >>>

The Mech was toast, but the battle field was a mess. Kaden grinned behind his helmet. His mother would be proud, and her appetite sated for now.

 

[Paragon of Virtue]

With the destruction of the PURGATORIO and its landing upon the facility, the various GUARDIANS that still survived the bloody battlefield that had developed on Mechis III fell silent, dropping where they had stood or fought a mere handful of seconds ago.

Many of the city's people who had not managed to escape on time found their untimely deaths, squashed beneath thrown buildings or murdered by the hands of droids who had never had a moral compass installed.

Clean up would take weeks. Counting the victims and accounting for all those missing would take even longer. Yet the Confederacy would not fail, would not falter. They had arrived at Mechis III to lend aid, and that was exactly what they would do.

Ships ready to retrieve refugees and give them temporary lodgings on other Confederate worlds were sent. Massive constructs to help clear the planet off the PURGATORIO and GUARDIANS remains were brought in as well.

Mechis III had known suffering by the First Order and destruction in its short period alone. But no longer. From now on, Mechis would be added to the protective cloud of Confederate space – and be protected.

And as for [member="Asphyxion Ren"]… The Confederates, while not having located him this time, would most certainly come across him again. Sooner than expected.

The story of the Confederate liberation of Mechis III is over, but your personal stories needn't be. Feel free to continue posting!​

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