Jayce
한국 화이팅!
[member="Sage Bane"] [member="Pappy"]
OBJECTIVE RTS Simulator 2015
LOCATION Fringe of Capital
[4|20] ayy lmao
Jayce felt like a conductor. His zone of influence was moving steadily, picking up and dropping off squads of soldiers in different positions throughout the streets. Periodically, Jayce stood still to reach out further, just a little each time, to pull more troops into his gravitational pull where he could easily reach them. With Jayce at its centre, the revolving maelstrom of Sith military swept through the streets, the Acolyte directing them around and behind or up and above terrorist resistance and crushing them, extinguishing their control as he arched to the southeast of his Master's forward position, swivelling back and forth to his sides.
He paid little attention to his master, in truth he didn't have to, he could track the other Sith with easy simply from the Dark Side energy radiating through the force as he cut his bloody swathe. Judging by the tight lines of soldiers that pressed onwards, unopposed in his wake, Jayce was certain that Sage was perfectly capable of slaughtering everything in his way for now. Jayce couldn't help but wonder if Sage was putting on some kind of show to draw someone out, or whether he really relished in that horrific carnage.
"Unit One, breach the south wall,"
Explosives chimed somewhere in the distance and the ensuing dust cloud ignited a panic in the local militia. Stampeding forwards, the group turned into a side street, breaking into two groups and retreating through two adjacent alleyways.
"Units Four and Two, engage the militia in the plaza, press them North,"
The radio static hissed and the commander nodded once, gesturing forward with his hand. At once, the two formations of Sith soldiers fanned outwards in an arc, taking position in the terrain. The militia here were more prepared and for a moment there was silence, each man drawing breath and aiming down the barrel of his weapon. Then came the drums. Blaster fire ruptured the plaza, Sith soldiers raining down fire into the terrain surrounding the militia's position, whose soldiers weaved towards the north end of the plaza and began to return fire.
One heart lost, ours. Two, theirs. Three, ours. Four, ours.
The upper hand in advanced positioning was helping the militia but they could only withstand so long under the threat of Sith explosives, which inevitably drove them crashing from the plaza into the labyrinth of streets. The Sith pressed onwards in their wake, firing guns at shadows as they turned left to right through a dizzying array of foreign streets.
The militia darted and manoeuvred skilfully through their home ground for several minutes, the constant shriek of blaster fire striking behind them. The tight streets opened up all at once to a large, clear, landing platform nestled at the back end of a corporate loading dock. The militia from the plaza arrived first, spilling out onto the landing area before, only seconds later, their comrades emerged from the alleys a ways down from where they had entered. Their eyes narrowed at one another, taking stock of each other.
"Units Three, Five and Six, execute them,"
By the time the militia noticed the gunfire at their backs had stopped, it was too late. Rifles poked out from the second storey windows overlooking the landing pad. At once, dozens of fingers pressed down triggers, illuminating the bloody courtyard as the writhing nest of enemy heartbeats ceased to beat all in rapid succession.
A familiar voice broke Jayce's concentration, it was his Master's. He spoke of the Incom facilities to the north west and something about foes who were Force Dead. Jayce had a vague understanding of what that meant and common sense seemed to easily fill in the blanks. At the sound of his Master's orders, Jayce's course diverted in the opposite direction and he began to arc back around the western side of his Master's position, approaching the facilities and leaving squads of Sith in his wake who took up positions to retain the Sith military's advancing front.
Jayce's zone of control approached the area surrounding the Incom facility cautiously. The Acolyte took care to remain as close to the main body of Sith who were advancing behind Sage as he could.
"Yes, Master," Jayce said "Nothing leaves alive."
OBJECTIVE RTS Simulator 2015
LOCATION Fringe of Capital
[4|20] ayy lmao
Jayce felt like a conductor. His zone of influence was moving steadily, picking up and dropping off squads of soldiers in different positions throughout the streets. Periodically, Jayce stood still to reach out further, just a little each time, to pull more troops into his gravitational pull where he could easily reach them. With Jayce at its centre, the revolving maelstrom of Sith military swept through the streets, the Acolyte directing them around and behind or up and above terrorist resistance and crushing them, extinguishing their control as he arched to the southeast of his Master's forward position, swivelling back and forth to his sides.
He paid little attention to his master, in truth he didn't have to, he could track the other Sith with easy simply from the Dark Side energy radiating through the force as he cut his bloody swathe. Judging by the tight lines of soldiers that pressed onwards, unopposed in his wake, Jayce was certain that Sage was perfectly capable of slaughtering everything in his way for now. Jayce couldn't help but wonder if Sage was putting on some kind of show to draw someone out, or whether he really relished in that horrific carnage.
"Unit One, breach the south wall,"
Explosives chimed somewhere in the distance and the ensuing dust cloud ignited a panic in the local militia. Stampeding forwards, the group turned into a side street, breaking into two groups and retreating through two adjacent alleyways.
"Units Four and Two, engage the militia in the plaza, press them North,"
The radio static hissed and the commander nodded once, gesturing forward with his hand. At once, the two formations of Sith soldiers fanned outwards in an arc, taking position in the terrain. The militia here were more prepared and for a moment there was silence, each man drawing breath and aiming down the barrel of his weapon. Then came the drums. Blaster fire ruptured the plaza, Sith soldiers raining down fire into the terrain surrounding the militia's position, whose soldiers weaved towards the north end of the plaza and began to return fire.
One heart lost, ours. Two, theirs. Three, ours. Four, ours.
The upper hand in advanced positioning was helping the militia but they could only withstand so long under the threat of Sith explosives, which inevitably drove them crashing from the plaza into the labyrinth of streets. The Sith pressed onwards in their wake, firing guns at shadows as they turned left to right through a dizzying array of foreign streets.
The militia darted and manoeuvred skilfully through their home ground for several minutes, the constant shriek of blaster fire striking behind them. The tight streets opened up all at once to a large, clear, landing platform nestled at the back end of a corporate loading dock. The militia from the plaza arrived first, spilling out onto the landing area before, only seconds later, their comrades emerged from the alleys a ways down from where they had entered. Their eyes narrowed at one another, taking stock of each other.
"Units Three, Five and Six, execute them,"
By the time the militia noticed the gunfire at their backs had stopped, it was too late. Rifles poked out from the second storey windows overlooking the landing pad. At once, dozens of fingers pressed down triggers, illuminating the bloody courtyard as the writhing nest of enemy heartbeats ceased to beat all in rapid succession.
A familiar voice broke Jayce's concentration, it was his Master's. He spoke of the Incom facilities to the north west and something about foes who were Force Dead. Jayce had a vague understanding of what that meant and common sense seemed to easily fill in the blanks. At the sound of his Master's orders, Jayce's course diverted in the opposite direction and he began to arc back around the western side of his Master's position, approaching the facilities and leaving squads of Sith in his wake who took up positions to retain the Sith military's advancing front.
Jayce's zone of control approached the area surrounding the Incom facility cautiously. The Acolyte took care to remain as close to the main body of Sith who were advancing behind Sage as he could.
"Yes, Master," Jayce said "Nothing leaves alive."
