Natural Enemies | Bothawui | CIS vs HG

[Tefka]

Bothawui
Central Plaza
2 Miles North Of The Grain Factory

Chirp, chirp.

Nas's villip was alerting the Yuuzhan Vong hybrid that the others were nearing their exact coordinates for the first barrage launched against the Confederacy's capital, Bothawui. The ooglith masquer Kraal was wearing made him appear as an overly large Rodian. His cover was that he was here on travel.

Several voices mumbled about the creature's size as they walked past, the tizowyrm in the Warmaster's ear translating as they walked past.

"Ugh. They let them on the planet now?"

"How did he make it past customs?"

"I bet he had to buy two seats on the shuttle."

Kraal ignored them and began heading in the direction of the grain factories. The members of Hrosha-Gul had come here to sow chaos in the name of Yun-Amon, harbinger of evolution, the Cannibal God. He spoke softly into his villip.

"Preparing the teeth," he spoke in code. The dialect was that of rough Yuuzhan Vong language. Several onlookers began to become suspicious. "Getting ready to bite."

His left hand began to tear through the ooglith masquer, revealing a rather large talon of his forefinger. It navigated it's way towards his right arm opposite and began to tear a gash in his forearm, black ooze pouring from his body.

An onlooker, a Bothan woman, screamed at the site of the black ooze. His position was about to be exposed. A hundred small insects, dweebits they were called on native Yuuzhan'tar, were used to convert and mutate entire ecosystems. There were far too few of these to do so on Bothawui, but there were quite enough to savagely destroy nearly two hundred innocent civilians within a five block radius of where the monster stood.

The first civilian caught in the wake of the locust-like swarm screamed out in pain, being devoured alive. When they were done, nothing was left but a small pile of his clothes.

"Hrosha-gul," the four-armed alien spoke, removing his cloak as his ooglith masquer began to peel away. "Prepare to be evolved, heretics."

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Spoiler

[member="Azal"] [member="Kiruoum Kirdci"] [member="Nam Karakk"] [member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Serin"] [member="Zenoc Lah"]

 

[Serin]

Bothawui
Spaceport

Serin stood in a large cargo container inside of the of the main spacesport in Bothawui. A low growl left his throat as he stood in place amongst a pack of Voxyn, an amphistaff slithered across his back and down his arm, curling itself about his wrist. There was a low chirp as his vilip alerted him of the approaching time, his twisted and mutilated faced curled up into a smile as he stood in place. Soon, it would all happen very soon.

He heard the message, the code, and a low growl left his throat.

The Master Shaper pushed on the doors of the Cargo container. The sealed latch bent slightly against his push, stopping the doors from opening. He scowled, then sent a powerful kick at the doors. He did so again and again until the doors broke apart and the cargo container peeled open.

“Kill them all!” A verbal command the Voxyn wouldn't really understand, but the dozen or so poisonous Jedi hunters let out low growls and hisses before jumping out of the container. They bounded and rushed towards the pack of civilians already running away from the gates and towards the spacesports exit.

Serin slowly stepped form the container, laughing as screams filled the air.

 

[Velok the Younger]

Bothawui
Near Spaceport

Fittingly enough, the infected were known as Vongspawn.

Symptoms included bony growths and extreme pain. Also, occasionally, death. The love child of Vongshaping and Sith alchemy, the Vongspawn virus had no effect on Force-sensitives or on Yuuzhan Vong, but it was very, very good at making populations resent their immune guardians. That had been demonstrated pretty conclusively seven hundred years back, before the Dark Age. Populations of the infected had lingered on certain worlds; this had been a pandemic on a galactic scale, far enough back to be forgotten, but big enough to leave traces in remote corners of the universe.

Rave's freshly scarified face appeared as her nondescript ooglith peeled out of her pores. She still wasn't wholly accustomed to the pain, but she could handle it. With her features made new, her ooglith lacking resemblance to her original face, and her Force signature vanished in favor of Vongsense, she was not, in any degree, recognizable.

The shaper's tsaisi baton slithered out of hiding and into her hand as she squeezed a bladder-like creature in the public 'fresher stall. Some of the Vongspawn virus went down the toilet; the rest spread out, clinging to various surfaces. Outside, the screaming began as Serin released the voxyn. The occupants of the 'fresher, delightfully misted with bioweapon, bailed out and ran for their lives.

Rave wore glistaweb, elegant and glimmering. Tsaisi in hand, bladder beast trailing virus droplets from her belt, she headed out into the chaos.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

LOCATION: MERCENARY BARRACKS, CENRTAL PLAZA
OBJECTIVE: DWEEBIT BUGS ROASTING ON AN OPEN FIRE
PRIMARY TARGET: MOOKZILLA [ [member="Nas Kraal"] ]

The Oppressor Flamethrower was a thing of beauty. Ancient, but a thing of beauty. When swarms of Dweebit bugs were rampaging through the city streets, there weren't many ways to respond to it effectively. Lightsaber could only hit so many at a time. Blasters couldn't cover that much mass of fluttering bugs. Grenades could help, but that would really only be useful if the swarm stayed in one place. Swarms seldom did such things. Ergo, the Oppressor was the way to go. That was why Hannibal was holding one when he exited the mercenary barracks he had been staying in. When people ran into barracks screaming about swarms of bugs, Hannibal generally anticipated swarms of bugs.

And lo and behold, there was one heading towards him now, leaving piles of clothes in its wake. The only remains of its victims.

The other mercenaries in there weren't too keen on doing anything. Their contracts were up as far as they were considered. So was Hannibal's. Had this attack transpired just a few hours later, Hannibal would have been off planet already and on his way back to Fringe space for another spate of contracts. But it was happening now, so it was his problem. Unfortunately, those third-stringers in there lacked his work ethic. He was being paid to have it be his problem, so now he was going to have to deal with it like the rest of his problems. Hannibal stepped out onto the sidewalk, Oppressor pointed upwards at the fast-approaching swarm of bugs as it bored down on him.

Click.

Fwoooosh.

The intense heat of the Oppressor burned the bugs to death almost as soon as they made contact with the flames. The charred corpses of the hundred-something bugs collected in a neat pile at Hannibal's feet. Bugs could seldom see a threat when it was standing right in front of them. That was why the vast majority of them were dead before they could even consider to avoid the fire stuff. A small victory, just a little too late for the piles of clothing Hannibal saw left behind them once he turned the flamethrower off. Not far behind those bugs was what Hannibal could only assume to be their boss. One big, ugly mook.

Mookzilla.

Hannibal stared the Vong down from behind his helmet, pretending he wasn't put-off by it's physical appearance. This guy had four arms and was built like... Like... Hannibal couldn't even invent an analogy for it. This thing could break him in half if he wasn't careful.

"Where the hells do ya think ya goin' there, buddy?"

 

[Tefka]

"Where the hells do ya think ya goin' there, buddy?"

Bothawui
Central Plaza
Empty Street Engaging [member="Hannibal Oryen"]


Kraal began laughing, a deep throaty laugh that seemed to echo off the walls of the buildings nearby as the streets began to empty of civilians, paving the way for Kraal and this new threat to fight unimpeded by crowds of bystanders. The guttural laugh was interrupted by the violent noise of the alien attempting to procure a self-induced vomit.

He dropped down to his knees and began echoing a very distasteful noise as he continued to making the face of a man that was about to throw up. Two serpents began to emanate from his mouth, slithering through his gaping maw and slithering to his wrists which were firmly planted on the ground.

The Warmaster slowly stood to his full height as the mercenary closed in on him, the amphistaffs coiling around his arms.

<Make peace with your Gods, Infidel>

Kraal furrowed his brow and began to run towards the mercenary, each loud thud of his massive feet hitting the ground louder than the last.

<DEATH COMES FOR YOU.>

 

[Oddball]

[member="Hannibal Oryen"] [member="Nas Kraal"]

A deep rumbling was heard in the distance, the CIS were scrambling forces and they had at least a few tanks mobilized and ready for battle. Rolling up in the Lykos Class battle tank the Dread Guard commando known as CC-953 Oddball was on the big gun and he was ready to blast some Vong into the Stone Age. Bouncing up and down in his seat to some fresh jams the clone smiled behind his phase five helmet and let loose his own little battle cry

"MAMA LOOK AT ME NOW!!! HAHAHAHA!!" With a laugh the commando parked behind Hannibal in the large tank barrel pointed directly at mookzilla.

"Merc face, this is Coyote Tango. We got your back." You could be build like a tank and have four arms but if you got hit by an actual tank. It was game over man! Game over! As Hudson would so elegantly say to his fellow space marines. "Now the only question you got to ask yourself is, do you feel lucky punk?" Oddball said over the comms of his tank getting ready to see how the Vong would react


http://starwarsrp.net/topic/19602-phase-iv-confederate-trooper-armor/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/16196-lykos-class-main-battle-tank/

 

[Anastasia Verd]

Bothawui
Near Spaceport
Rave Merrill

The screams were incredibly annoying. Anastasia, dressed in her Templar Armor, stood there, her dark eyes watching the screaming people run past her. One or two individuals try to reach for her but she carefully avoided, moving out of their range. Was it human to try and help them? Perhaps, but then one would assume the female was human in anything more than her appearance. Being human would most likely include feelings of grief for those who called out for help or even the need to help them. She felt neither of those things.

Instead, her hand reached for the Signet ring on her right hand and turned the cross on it clockwise, sending an alert. Just because she was in the mist of all the chaos, didn't mean she was a complete fool.

Another person caught on to, their hands touching the armored elbow which made her turn her head. "Unhand me right now or you will lose both of your arms," she hissed at the person who quickly did at she told them, their eyes wide. "Now, run along home. Consider this curfew." The loud and clear message was taken and the person continued running behind her. Once she had gotten rid of the pesky resident, her gaze shot forward and in the corner of her eye, she noticed what seemed to be a female, [member="Rave Merrill"], appearing somewhat humanoid though that face would hardly support that. While that alone wasn't that much interesting, the thing in her hand made her somewhat curious. Anastasia had practically no experience with monsters, her duties always related to humanoids and your average alien and never for purpose of studying them. So this whole day would be that of surprise. Still, somewhere in the back of her mind, a warning of her own came about. There was so much chaos that there trouble could launch itself at her any minute. That feeling had always been useful to her and now, it made her take Ragnos, the lightsaber once owned by her father, holding on to the hilt, her thumb hovering over the button to ignite it.

This day was going to turn more interesting before it ended.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Anastasia Verd"]
Near Spaceport

The Vongshaped Nightsister took in the girl and the curved lightsabre. That weapon rang a bell; at a guess, based on location, allegiance, and skin color, she might be facing someone associated with Isley, her alter ego's employee and alchemy student. Giving away her identity was, at a guess, not in her best interests at this time.

A fully outfitted Yuuzhan Vong warrior would have thrown a barrage of blorash jelly, thud bugs, razor bugs, and so forth. Apart from the Vongspawn virus currently floating around, Rave had her glistaweb robe, a simple taozin nodule, her tsaisi, and...that was about it. The lightsabre would have a reach advantage on her, but the girl didn't move like an expert. Not at first glance, anyway.

As she withdrew from Vongsense and entered the Force, she sensed the powerful hunger of the voxyn nearby, and they sensed her, in a limited way. Even her taozin nodule was not enough to fool their senses fully, and they'd be after both her and Anastasia by now. One of those beasts could tackle a swarm of Knights, even a Master. Her Force presence was muddled, disguised, but even so, she'd just drawn their attention. She felt two of them on their way from the nearby spaceport, their hunger locking on to her and Anastasia.

At which point, Rave grinned at the girl without humor, and vanished once more from the Force. The voxyn she'd taunted now had a bead on Anastasia, and would be here within a matter of maybe five or ten minutes.

Fair? Feth no. Nor was the poisin the tsaisi spat as she whirled the baton.

 

[Ak'lya]

"What did you say?" The Bothan whirled around, his face pale. The man who had come in to break the news to the ponderous Viceroy was.shaken. His Secratary had not been able to stop him. But that didn't matter.
"Sir, there are monsters in the street! Monsters like the Vong have!"
Strask nodded, and waved his hand, signaling for the human to go. "I need to call command. And I have something else to do." The man nodded, and barely managed to make it out the door before being mauled by a Voxyn. So it was true. The Bothan stood in silence before calling the Umbra in orbit. "This is the Spymaster. I need all agents available to be sent planetside immediately. The planet is under attack." Hopefully that bought some time. He sighed. Tapping the intercom, he told his secretary, "See if [member="Isley Verd"] is available. If you can, patch me through. And put me on the speaker system for the city. We're reinstating Ar'krai."
The Bothan at the front desk replied, with a smile obvious in his voice, "With Pleasure."
[member="Hunter Cain"] [member="James Mathison "][member="Dejah Sterling"] [member="Animus"]
OOC Explanation:

Spoiler

First and foremost: Ar'krai: This is a state of total war by the Bothans only declared when the species is threatened with total annihilation. Ar'krai means that the Bothans will enter this state of total war until the enemy is destroyed, their home world razed, every last member of the species killed, and their name removed from history. It has only ever been declared three times, the most recent after Borsk Fey'lya blew up the Republic Data Center and himself to stop the Yuuzhan Vong attacked Corosaunt. This one wasn't completed, although some fundamentalist tried for a while to find their home planet. The other times, it succeeded, and we don't know who it was declared on.
Spynet members: You've been tagged because Strask is throwing everything he has into this. The net is part of that. Have fun, and remember not to die!

 

[Zahuro Ikane]

Bothawui
Spaceport
[member="Serin"]

It was only supposed to be a stopoff. A brief stopoff to refuel his ship and resupply the rations on board. Yet now it was turning into something akin to a layover as larger freighters docked in and staff in this spaceport fell over themselves to unload these freighters; leaving Zahuro's little starfighter lost in the shuffle. That all changed very quickly. He heard the crash first. A sound like metal being twisted against its will. Looking up he saw civilians panicking and running in fear from multi-legged reptilian hounds that bounded after them and slaughtered them almost effortlessly. Voxyn. Claws, teeth, acidic spit, tail barbs, anything these Voxyn had could be used as weapons to sink into flesh, resulting in blood coating the Voxyn's bodies in addition to anything else in the nearby vicinity of the slaughter. Zahuro wasted no time in drawing his blaster, shooting any of the vile creatures that got within ten yards of him as he tried to move to a safer position where he couldn't be surrounded. To let himself be surrounded by these agile killers was a death sentence, and Zahuro had no intention of dying here. Seeing a stack of shipping crates Zahuro started climbing to higher ground. At least there he could see incoming Voxyn much easier.

Out of the corner of his eye Zahuro saw someone standing in the unloading area. They definitely looked far too calm about what was going on to be civilian. If Zahuro had to guess, he assumed that whoever this person was had likely released the Voxyn into the crowd. Taking careful aim, Zahuro fired at the ground in front of the person to get their attention. "Hey ugly!" Zahuro called out, "Are these things your pets? There are better choices for pets you know. Ones less inclined to attack and kill others. But I get the feeling that was the point. So in that case I guess you don't mind that I've already killed at least one of them." Zahuro wasn't sure if mentioning he had killed one would rile this guy up or not. Right now, Zahuro wasn't sure of a lot of things.

 

[Serin]

Spaceport
[member="Zahuro Ikane"]
Serin's eyes drifted towards the small annoyance that had begun to speak at him. He frowned slightly as he learned the death of one of his creations. A pity, but not to be unexpected. Voxyn were feral at best, good killers but quite weak in the end, quite susceptible to blaster fire and lightsabers.

The thought of those weapons threw him into a rage, anger flowing through him for a second. He turned to regard the creature, amphistaff slithering around his back and down his arm in twisting curls.

“Heretic. Fall to us, Evolve. Or die.” That was all the words the infidel would get, all that Serin would say to him.

What would happen next was simple. Either the man would come down, be Vongformed with the help of Serin's biots, or he would die by the end of the Shaper's amphistaff.

 

[Zahuro Ikane]

Spaceport
[member="Serin"]

Zahuro jumped down to the ground after getting the Vong's attention; keeping his eyes and blaster on the Vong the entire time. He expected it to just attack once they made eye contact. He didn't expect the thing to speak to him, but that was what it did. It demanded that he 'evolve,' or die. It even called him a heretic for good measure, but said nothing else. Guess it wasn't much of a conversationalist. Zahuro didn't really know what it meant by 'evolve' but guessed that he would be made as ugly as this Vong looked. The idea was naturally not at all appealing to Zahuro. Faced with that idea, Zahuro kept his distance and held his blaster steady just in case this Vong made any sudden movements.

"I got a better idea," Zahuro answered as a telltale smirk formed on his lips. "How about you kiss my ass instead."

 

[Salem Norongachi]

Meanwhile, above the world at war the Star Destroyer Hand of Fate drifted into orbit of the Bothan homeworld. Its two occupants unaware that the causal trip to the Templar sanctum would result in a very long and heavy days work. That was until Emah hit the red alert button.

"Confirmed invasion of Bothawui," Her voice boomed over the ships internal coms. "Vong infiltrators confirmed at points Delta and Echo."

Salem was running, his boots pounding at the metal flooring of the corridor in a rapid tempo. The bridge doors swished open as he barrelled in. "Report!" He commanded running to his office just off the bridge. A hand slapped the release panel on the armour and weapons locker set into the wall just beyond the door. The black painted mock Mandalorian armour hung at the fore with a half dozen other armour types on stands behind it. He began pulling off the various pieces as he spoke.
"Give [member="Galaar Tal'Verda"] the sitrep. Then contact the local Crusader commander and let him know I'm enroute. I want full deployment of any and all Crusaders to vital strategic areas." He locked the breastplate onto his body and then slipped the helm from the stand. "Ready a shuttle and then pull back to the outer system."

"Bu-" The A.I protested.

"No buts, your weapons systems aren't even online. What are you going to do, hurl insults at any fleet that comes?" The helmet slipped over his face and he snatched a few frag grenades and a westar blaster from the weapons rack.

"Time to earn that paycheck..." He thought giving the pistol a twirl before slotting it into his holster beside his lightsaber hilt.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

LOCATION: MERCENARY BARRACKS, CENTRAL PLAZA
OBJECTIVE: I HAVE THE HIGH GROUND AND HE HAS A TANK
COMPANY: COLONEL OVERKILL [ [member="CC-953 Oddball"] ], MOOKZILLA [ [member="Nas Kraal"] ]

Hannibal had seen a lot of crazy stuff in his days, but none of them quite chalked up to seeing six-foot-eight, four-armed mass of muscles identified as some Vong offshoot double over and vomit up snakes. This particular imagery would haunt Hannibal for a few months before he eventually got over it and the memories faded. Until then, Hannibal would dream of vomiting up snakes every other time he turned in for the night. While this mental scarring would last longer than usual, it did not strike out Hannibal's good sense. While the Vong was doubled over, Hannibal's jetpack fired up and launched him into the air. The Fondorian relocated himself to the rooftop, dropping his flamethrower in favor of his sidearm, the CZ-835.

Hannibal wasn't sure how the whole misoyrhshs-vong thing was supposed to work, but he did know that when he usually shot things with 9mm VENOM slugs, the acid did a number on them. So that was what he did as the thing eventually got back up on its feet and started charging down the street towards... A tank. Who the hell had deployed a tank? That seemed like overkill to Hannibal. Not to mention a needless risk of collateral damage in the event whoever was driving the thing missed. Whatever. The quicker this was over, the better Hannibal's closure would be.

Only this wouldn't be over quickly, because the tank's pilot popped the hatch, poked his head out, and started yelling things.

This did not strike Hannibal as a sound strategy, so he quickly took aim at Mookzilla and pulled the trigger repeatedly until he would eventually run out of ammo. He wanted to scream at the tank dude to quit clowning around and fire his main cannon, but that was needless stress on the vocal cords. He'd figure it out on his own... Hopefully.

 

[Siara Kai]

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LOCATION: Bothan Network Headquarters
OBJECTIVE: Rounding up a small segment of the SC-1's and activating them to secure a perimeter


With Ar'krai being reestablished, the Bothans were starting to get a little crazy. Siara on the other hand, was pure business. A recent purchase from the Confederacy at the South Systems Business Expo expanded their inventory to include five-thousand SC-1 battle droids.

Droids that Siara Kai was now going to use to ensure that whatever blasted Vong or Vongshaped Bando Gora wannabe chunk of bio-meat got blasted to the Nine Hells.

With three CIS Marines at her side, Siara gave curt clipped orders, "Active and deploy the SC-1's. Secure the perimeter."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Near Spaceport;

A massive man clad in crimson songsteel plate entered the area where [member="Rave"] Merril and [member="Anastasia Verd"] stood, a legion of droids at his back. A set of 10 Droidekas, 5 at either end of a 30 man group of SC1-Battle droids carrying slug throwers and a group of 15 CS/BX-05's floating above him. Saber ignited in hand, the crimson glow reflected against the whole group as he held it in both of his hands. "..Ladies..." He spoke, a grin hidden under his helmet as the droids behind him primed their weapons and he took a step forward. His force energy charging and his body tensing as he readied himself to burst into action upon the command to attack.
The two ahead of him seemed to be engaged in combat, the one closest to him looked to be that of one of Isley Verd's family, possibly Anastasia Verd. The other combatant was, less of a piece of eye candy like her opponent. However looked dangerous nonetheless, Astrian was ready to attack. But, he wanted to see their reactions first before he had his little group blow the witch schutta to oblivion.

 

[Voroll]

Bothawui
Confederate Tower, Apartment 2-550
Chillin’ out, realaxin’, actin’ all cool.

Home. Finally Voroll was home and had some time to spare before he had duties with the Templars to attend. So naturally, like anyone would do after just returning home from a very, very long voyage in space, he slumped on the couch, looking through the holographic display broadcasting various HoloFilms, eating popcorn.
Oblivious to the chaos occurring below, on the streets with tanks and clones and vong and demon dog beasts, he felt content. Happy. It was relaxing, the soft cushions, the food and the warmth of the apartment.
The tower itself was split into two sides, 1 and 2. Each with around 10 apartments on every floor. They were not small, but not incredibly large, either. It was just the right size for an apartment, something that Voroll had always wanted. Up here the emotions and rabble of the world below could not reach him, nor was he particularly close to any of the other apartments to pick up the feelings of his neighbours. He could be at peace in his own home. Something he valued above all things.

The only thing that alerted him to the exterior world and its working was sound. Such a high complex needed little in the way of sound proofing, and his neighbours were gracious enough to not become overbearingly loud at 3am.
His attention was drawn from the large holographic display – which spanned almost all of the wall of separate sheets of glass – by shouting and some screams, followed by growls and snarls. He paused the HoloFilm playing and moved towards his door, as quietly as socks and laminate flooring would allow. There was no tiny hole through which he could peer and observe anyone outside, so the door crept open, his head peaking around it to spot a man running down the corridor, right to him.
His face was bloodied and slightly bubbled and his arms waved wildly. The closer he got the more Voroll understood the man’s reasoning for such behaviour. This businessman, or whatever he worked as, shouted towards the Empath.
“Help! Please, don’t shut the door! They’re coming!” He stopped slightly, trying to push the door open. He was taller than Voroll, much larger in build, but he did not enter. Fists thumped at the door and his foot wormed in the gap created. But was yanked out and the door flung closed. Voroll’s back held the only protection he had against a fearful, bloodied man, closed shut. Screams of terror and growls pierced the door more than any blade ever could, until the smash of glass and all went silent.

Seconds went by and not a sound came from the hallway. No feeling of horror or fear or pain, no deep, rumbling gargle-like growl. Silence. Voroll stepped out, not bothering for any protection other than his own body and Force ‘prowess’. The man was not there. Blood streaked the walls down the right side of the corridor – the opposite direction from which that stranger arrived. The hallway ended with a glass pane, which was broken. No glass lay on the floor, but it had most definitely been shattered by something with a large body. Or maybe two things.
He did not wish to remain there without armour, or his blaster or lightsaber, so he turned around. When he did, a pale-green tongue licked at the wall opposite him. It stalked up the remaining stairs to the 55th floor and turned to eye up the succulent Force Sensitive. Teeth as long and as yellow as daggers were bared and its dark skin wrinkled near, what he assumed to be, a nose. He sprinted for his door, but so did the eight-legged demon dog-beast.
He barred the door in the best way he could, but it meant little to such a monster, who managed to tear it from the wall and crush it under the weight of four pairs of feet. It bared teeth again and launched another attack run. Voroll, by this point leant against a pane of the glass. The Force was his ally and he leapt, up and over the demon, while it careered and spat and rolled through three panes and into the air. It fell through the air, glass surrounding it, probably not even damaging the beast – but he hoped the fall would. He started to breathe when he felt an intense pain at his chest. The smell of burning flesh prompted him to rush from the floor to the refresher.
Ripping the shirt from him and hoping that the water would stop the acid from burning through his chest he lay there, letting the magical fluid of life do its work. The continued burning ceased, but the pain remained.

Eventually, when the pain subsided to tolerable levels, he suited up, making sure not to touch the wound on his chest – the first one he had ever managed to sustain – with his Fel Stormtrooper Armour. It was shined and plain white and hopefully would provide enough protection from more of the dog demons. Lightsaber clipped to his waist and blaster rifle slung over his shoulder, he marched out to face whatever had come with intentions of massacring this civilisation.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: In orbit around Bothawui
Objective: Creating the illusion of Order, to appease his colleagues on the Executive Council

There was one thing Serock could appreciate, and that was ruthlessness in the morning. Except when he had to wake up early to deal with the nonsense, then he got grumpy. And you did not want to make the Caveman grumpy.

At any rate, the matter of the fact was this. The moment the... terrorists? He supposed they were. Anyway, the terrorists started their operations, alarms and emergency systems were in place to counter the effects of a terrorist-attack.

Of course they were not exactly meant to be used against a Vong-attack, but who ever thought they would strike at the heart the Confederacy.

Regardless, the Sector was put under lock down, ships moved in to deny access from and into the sector. Interdiction fields were placed in strategic locations surrounding the planet.

On the surface, Droids, and droids, and more droids equipped with flame/slug throwers to deal with the nasty critters that the Vong were spawning everywhere. The slugs that were being used were the BANG and the FLARE, Serock had had some experience with the former. Nasty stuff.

Standing on the bridge of his personal flagship, the Broken Wodka Bottle, ...or maybe a different name; he hadn't made up his mind yet.
Serock grunted a confirmation, as troops were being moved out to counter the terrorists.

Serock was not really happy, in a different time in a different life, he would have just ordered the glassing of the world. Allies would have died, but it would have been a statement. Don't kark with me, I am batpoodoo insane. Sadly, he now had things like “responsibilities.” and “red tape.” holding him back to do what is necessary.

As he watched from orbit, he took a swig from his drink and a smile fixated itself on his lips. This was going to get bloody, and Serock had missed bloody.

 

[Josiah Saedrin]

Bothawui
Somewhere in the city,
near the Central Plaza

Yes, finally. The first bigger fight for the Hrosha-Gul had come. Nam was about to enjoy it as much as possible. Ready for losing his limbs, his body parts or even his life, he waited. He waited near a building which was somewhere near the Central Plaza and away from the spaceport. He wanted to be sure, that he starts fighting when it's the right time.

He held an amphistaff in his right hand and looked around, at the same time, trying to seem as majestic, yet scary as possible. The Yuuzhan Vong wanted locals to be afraid of them. Of course, they had come to destroy the false people. Their pathetic technology, their stupid religions, the Force... They were all silly in Nam's opinion. Every other Yuuzhan Vong would have thought the same. He wanted to see the whole planet burn, he wanted it to be destroyed. Or, well, taken under the Hhrosha-Gul's control, most likely.

And indeed, locals seemed to be afraid. These monsters were not something a person would see every day. But if they were to win, they would see such creatures almost always. Well, if they actually wanted to dominate the planet some time.

"Run, pathetic little creatures!" Nam shouted in the tongue of Yuuzhan Vong.

"Run!"

He was sure these little humans and near-humans wouldn't understand him. But the language of Yuuzhan was also a bit scary, hopefully. It would have served as a way to manipulate with the people.

And then, the man turned away from the Plaza, away from the spaceport, but instead, started moving towards the Combined Clans Center Building. He would not attack it without thinking out his moves - yes, it was kind of strange to think, that such a dumb person would think about something - but he had a planet to hide and seek.

The building may have been heavily guarded, but that was all cool. He would summon some forces to help him if he got into trouble.

There were other forces, right?

Right?

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Aboard the Hand of Fate
Objective: Get the ground and blow up a few Vong.

Galaar was quickly onto the bridge as soon as the A.I's voice had boomed behind him in the 'freshers of all places... This was a combat situation, a sudden rush to action just as so many he had experienced in the past. "What's wrong Salem? Emah jumped me in the shower."

He spent no time getting to the weapons rack and yanking out what seemed to Stormtrooper armor. "Close enough." The armor fit perfectly to his surprise, each plastoid plate sliding on just like the bulkier, stronger ones that adorned his Katarn. He did instantly note they were much weaker though. His next goal: grab guns and so the clone did. He took a military D-11 and a DC sidearm as well as a few frags and a knife in less than thirty seconds. He certainly was not picky.

Armed and armored he took off and briskly followed after Salem in whatever pace he would be moving. As he ran he placed the iconic ST helmet on and activated its more simplistic HUD. "It'll do. Let's slag some invaders. Oya! Lord Commander! Oya!"

[member="Salem Norongachi"]