One Sith vs. Galactic Republic: Invasion of Togoria (Dueling Thread)

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: PVP District ?
Objective: Not Die
Enemies: [member="Miss Blonde"]
Allies: um

Haytham stood looking around, trying to decide which direction was a good one to go in before he looked down to his feet. Taking a step forward and then hesitating, he glanced up quickly to see the stormtroopers heading off in whatever direction they had to before the sound of a rapidly repeating weapon met his ears. So he ducked down, though his hands immediately went down to his combat boots and tied them.

Just as the bullets flew by overhead. Spotting the last handful of troopers getting gunned down, he tucked and rolled backwards away before they'd lower and or ricochet into him and he'd sit behind cover. "And Orcus says the One Sith are bad," he says as he places his back against the wall of some torn down building. He wasn't feeling too inclined to move past this person. Maybe they'd continue on and forget about him, and find some more unsuspecting NPC worms to kill.

He'd push back his black coat and grab hold of his silver hilt. A little bit of protection never hurt.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: PVP district
Objective: Stomp Sith out in style.
Gear: Armor, Hush, wrist guns x2 Machine gun
Allies: Republic
Enemies: OS [member="Haytham Kaze"]

The little Sith Acolyte had decided to use the time old defense of dropping too the ground and finding cover, a dastardly technique that only a Sith could mastermind. But regardless of the Sith hiding behind a wall Miss Blonde had underlings to take care of. Scattered behind speeders and other light pieces of cover stormtroopers started to return fire with their various blaster rifles to no success, a few shots missed and others that did impact the thick beskar plate caused Blonde to feel like she was getting hit by a tennis ball or being lightly slugged in the arm, it equaled to around a grade school bully giving you a Charlie horse.

But what she gave back to them was far from playground punishment. Squeezing the handle again the machine gun roared and ripped through speeders, small sheet metal, and left stains of blood across the the opposite side where bodies now piled up. This continued until the machine gun clicked and ran out of rounds to fire, luckily the enemy was either dead, wounded, or assisting those who were. So this gave Blonde time to reload her weapon.

"COME OUT SITH!! DON'T THINK I CAN'T SEE YOU!!" She was of course referencing to the fact that the thermal vision across her visor detected his heat signature. And she could feel him through the force.

"I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU ONE CHANCE!! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP AND YOU WILL BE SPARED!! I WILL GUN YOU DOWN IF NOT!!" the helmet helped amplify her voice and when the woman slammed the magazine into the machine gun she began the count.

3!!" Normally the woman would of just ventilated the Sith's chest but Hush was compelling her to do the right thing in this situation.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Drm6R2N-NQ​

Location: Makeshift Blackblade HQ, Caross
Allies:

• [member="Darth Prazutis"]

Enemies:

• 
  [member="Aedan Miles"]
  
• 
  [member="Elaine Thul"]
  

Duel: Private
Gear:

• Tyrant Armor
• Shuk'orok
• Primordial Signet Ring
• Sith Lightsaber #1
• Sith Lightsaber #2

With the order given the Blackblades had no problem swiftly mobilizing into highly mobile battalions that could sweep through the city like a plague, killing block by block, household by household, until the flame of life had been snuffed out. But as the soldiers began to spread out they left only a couple companies of soldiers entrenched to cover their rear and protect the headquarters they had established, and within no time at all that position was harassed by artillery fire that cracked the ground and sent the soldiers into a frenzy to reinforce their cover. For now they could not return fire in the same manner, the dropships carrying heavier equipment and siege vehicles had not yet arrived or had been destroyed during the atmospheric entry by enemy fire. But the Blackblades were anything if not inventive in their methods of waging war, and they would adapt more quickly than anyone could give them credit for.

But for now they hunkered down and audaciously challenged the enemy soldiers to try and dare to uproot them from their hodgepodge pillboxes, the faintest echo of obscenities wafting through the thunderous cacophony of raining shells, volleys of blaster fire, and the screams of the dying. The two men, nay titans of war, that peered down at a holographic projection of the city displayed over a pile of rubble assembled to resemble something of a table were unconcerned with the ever increasing strikes that came closer and closer to hitting their mark with each passing second. Their eyes were transfixed on distant enemy locations, calculating where the highest concentration of enemy combatants would be as their mind fervently began to conjure up scenes of brutality not yet seen by these hapless pups in blue.

"The stench of fear hangs heavy over this pitiful little city. It's a wonder they've even managed to scrap together resistance such as this." mused the gargantuan Sith Lord as he hunched over the display, his piercing sulfuric eyes darting around anxiously as he observed the flow of the battle, every minor modicrum of change at the front lit a fire in his breast that hungered to be unleashed. How quickly his mind transfixed on violence, the thought of his wading through the thickest of the fighting to reap a harvest of Republic soldiers with a heavy iron blade filled him with something akin to jubilation. He ached to let himself be taken by the Dark Side of the Force, to become a vessel for its will, to transform into an engine of annihilation that would split this world asunder. But he was not some weapon to be wielded and then discarded, he was more intelligent than that, and he was not some berserker despite the intoxication that the faintest hint of violence provoked in him.

Besides, there was something else for him to fixate on with his voracious hunger to inflict pain. The sickly odor of Light and Darkness mixing filled him with anger, and his jaw tensed as he ground his teeth in response. "We have a visitor."

 

[Aver Brand]

Location: En route to the surface
Objective: Prepare
Allies: [member="Loray Tares"]
Enemies: GR
Gear: Bio

PUBLIC

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yq3egDUstwk​

A battered little thing of a ship made its way planetside, more shambling than flying, if such were possible mid-air. Compared to all the shiny and capable vessels blotting the sky, the dingy shuttle looked and flew like a piece of crap.

The inside looked pretty much exactly how you’d expect it to, but when you were used to staring at fleshy, undulating walls during atmospheric descent, a couple of rusted panels didn’t stand a chance in ruffling your feathers.

Not that the observer in question boasted any feathers, mind you.

She boasted very little of anything, to be perfectly exact. Her body and head were already clad in armor, cradling the powerful limbs beneath in their resilient metal cocoon.

This was far more familiar.

For this occasion, the woman had elected to forgo the coat usually drawn over her shoulders, but the rest of her tools were safely in place. She ran an absent hand over them just in case, checking for any alarming inconsistencies as she turned her gaze from the wall to the small viewport on her left.

The sight she met was perhaps the most familiar of all. There were fires in the distance, as hungry as ever, and closer to their landing area, hosts swarmed like insects on a fresh corpse.

Which, as far as she was concerned, was exactly what the Republic was these days. Not so fresh, really, but very much a corpse. It was with a smile that she recalled her hand in making it as dead as it was, and it was with a smile that she’d help wrap up the job she’d started almost a decade ago.

For a price, her blade, blood, and loyalties were now on the Galactic market, for better or for worse.

When it came to Togoria, it was definitely the latter.

“You ready?” she spoke, tilting her head slightly in the direction of the second occupant of the ship. Much like her, he was covered from head to toe in the unassuming, dull gleam of phrik. It was as rhetoric a question as they got.

The Equalizers were war.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: Makeshift Blackblade HQ, Caross
Duel: Private
Allies:
· [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies:
· [member="Elaine Thul"]
· [member="Aedan Miles"]
Gear:
· Modified Battle Armor
· Cortosis Gauntlets
· Hearteater
· Sith Lightsaber #1
· Sith Lightsaber #2
· Valthris
· Primeval Signet Ring

Prazutis stood alongside his master as the two titanic man stared intensely down at a holographic projection of the city. The elite black armored troopers were given a relatively simple order: Extermination. They went house by house, block by block extinguishing the flame of life that struggled to survive in this city under siege. By now the once clear skies above a desolate wasteland were completely choked in massive clouds of black smoke hanging over the city, almost a visual representation of the power of the dark side. Fires spread everywhere from the fires of battle, and Mother Nature only served to help the Blackblades accomplish their goal.

Distant sounds of blaster fire, ground shaking explosions mixing with screams of the dying rang into the air. They hunkered down in a secure HQ already pillboxes with mounted gun placements set up for defense, every so often prolonged bursts erupted before fading once their opponents were wiped from the earth. But as he watched distant battle scenes rage on the holographic display, mixing with the sounds of battle it too began to burn inside. The dark power of Soeht flowing through his veins, and Valthris on his neck all played at the man’s desires of battle, filling his mind with distant scenes of utter carnage. Soldiers dying screaming deaths by the hands of the Butcher Kings elite legion, men who didn’t even hesitate in ending their lives.

How much he wanted to open his mind and body up to the black power of the dark side, give himself in to become a Living Vessel of Destruction and carve a path of gore through the enemy, sending them screaming to the underworld with Hearteater gripped in his hands. Prazutis could feel the same energy emanating from Darth Vornskr like palpable waves, they wanted tear through the enemy. But long lessons from the God-King of the Epicanthix and Prazutis learned this was what separated gods from men. In giving yourself to the dark side you were making yourself its tool, only to be cast aside later. Prazutis was not a tool to be used. The dark side was his tool, and he would use it as he saw fit. “They remember the last time we paid them a visit. They’re animals backed into a corner who know it’s the end, and they’d rather die on their feet than on their knees…they’ll burn all the same.” Prazutis replied.

But then it hit him like a freight train through the force, it was a sickly odor of light and darkness approaching from the distance. He then felt their powerful life forces through his natural Anzati senses, dipping his head down in familiar fashion to hone in on it. “We have multiple visitors…two…they’re life essences are strong…they are no ordinary soldiers.” Prazutis said. Darth Vornskr would know of his apprentices unique gifts through their long conversations. Being part anzati Prazutis could sense the life essences of all living things, and those who were force users had distinctively stronger ones than those who did not. “Shall we properly entertain our guests?” He said, his words filled with maliciousness as the gargantuan Siths anger rose.

 

[Loray Tares]

Location: En route
Objective: Prepare
Allies: [member="Aver Brand"], Madness
Enemies: Those in the way
Gear: Biography

Duel Status: WIDE OPEN

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XhJJAJN3S0​

Ready? Chaos grew and swell on a whim and so would he. A gaze of fierce determination looked towards the planet that was at war. For the fires that burned across the planets behind them, he would gladly deliver a heaping serving of his own. Fire, the most apt metaphor, would bow to no control. And neither would he.

Silence was her answer as he tilted his head from the viewport. Nearly matching armors, promises made for a faction that didn't need it. He clenched his teeth as he pulled the slide back on the pink rifle, feeling the mismatch of colors fitting to his current mood. Let them laugh as they stumbled into shallow graves. The click of metal slithering down metal, he tossed the rifle over his shoulder with a clench of his fist. The armor was matte black and imposing, fierce in its mediocrity beyond the durable phrik and sensors. All the other gadgets, they were far more interesting.

Whispering along the spine, outstretched blackened fingers culled the presence within as he thought on the precipice of this edge. So much time in detours, so much time spent getting cut on and running through walls, just to see if they could. It was time to put it all to the test now, to see where they stood in the world. Nameless things, simply mercenaries for the highest price. Life. That was the currency they would deal with today, nothing else could warrant their attention.

Looking to Aver, her armor and they way it hugged her muscular frame similar to his own, he let out a laugh as he looked back down towards the planet. It was getting bigger and bigger now, ever closer to approaching the battle. He could feel the shiver of anticipation, the scent of turmoil, that soupy cacophony of emotions and fears and all the things that delighted him.

Always. He too left his cloak at home, the alchemized leather was better suited protecting a couch. He had no need for it, not when he intended to run headlong into it. Pain was, after all, the purest consequence. An end in and of itself.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Abandoned Courtyard
Duel: Private
Allies:
[member="Elaine Thul"]

Enimies:
[member="Darth Vornskr"]
[member="Darth Prazutis"]

Aedan smirked as he felt the anger rise in a region nearby apparently his bait had been taken. Nodding to himself the young man swiftly rose to his feet and rolled his shoulders eyes still closed as he started to draw the force into himself storing it within his body. He was preparing for a duel that would most likely last for a very long time sighing quietly he finally opened his eyes leaving his connection to the force open he started to explore his surroundings wanting to have every advantage he could.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: Togorian Wilderness
Duel: Private
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Alyona Volkovna"]
Gear:

Spoiler

Armour: Assassin Armour (Appearance)
Weapons: List of Weapons in Bio

The Phasma Class Infiltrator ship slipped down through the atmosphere of the planet Togoria, a planet that had once already been torn apart by war and conflict, its crust burnt and incinerated by the One Sith, robbing it of it natural beauty, and was now being revisited by the war machine of the Sith. Above the reach of the planet's atmosphere, was was already being raged between ships of varying sizes as the Sith sought to grasp control of Togoria away from the Galactic Republic. It was within the crossfire between the two opposing forces that the Sith Assassin ship had came, its Stygem crystal powered systems activated as it ghosted past the attention of others. Within the cockpit of the craft, Xavka Duquo, a Zabrak of Clan Rakama, sat, piloting the ship down onto the top of a cliff that looked out over a canyon filled with the burnt corpses of trees, piles of ash and a few sparse areas filled with the few remaining trees of the once dense forest, currently pursuing one escape pod that had come down in the nearby area.

Shutting down the systems of the ship with practiced ease, Xavka leaned back in the seat he was sat in, relaxing within the pitch blackness of the cockpit. His single eye, glowing softly as Xavka began to draw upon the Dark Side, feeding off of the anger and violence that was beginning to consume Togoria. Sinking into the Force with practiced ease, Xavka began the process of smothering his Presence within the Force from the view of others, utilising a mixture of teaching found within Force Stealth, Quey'tel meditation and the Art of the Small. Pulling inwards, picturing his Presence as if it was a pitch black flame, Xavka's Presence began to shrink, following the lead of his imagined flame as it too began to shrink; turning from a roaring bonfire to a spitting ember just as his Presence disappeared from the attention of all of the most observant. At the same moment, the feeling of his Presence would begin to shift, changing to match the feeling of the natural feeling of the Force that wove its way through the wilderness of Togoria, making it harder for any that had and could perceive his Presence even in its shrunken state to distinguish his Presence from the natural field of the Force that surrounded them.

His disguising of his Presence done after minuets of continued effort, during which time Xavka's breathing stilled to a nearly nothing and the beats per minuet of his two hearts decreased, Xavka turned his attention outwards instead of inwards. Throwing his mind out into the Force, weaving it around and down the various strands of the intangible field that stretched across the entirety of reality, with a lone purpose at the forefront of his mind; to seek. And so he sought, stretching out his awareness wider and wider. When he finally found something, an abnormal feeling within the Force, Xavka almost missed it, almost disregarding it due to its passive state. Focusing in on the feeling, risking making himself known to what could possible be his target, a feral smirk filled with the anticipation of the hunt cross his previously stoic face as a shiver of blood-lust rang through his mind and Presence. Returning his awareness to his body, Xavka's eye opened with a distant gaze to it, staring out towards the direction he had felt his target, as if he could see past the hull of the ship he was in and across the stretch of land that filled the distance between them.

He held that pose for a few beats of his two hearts, blood beginning to rush through his veins as the excitement at the oncoming hunt increased his hearts rate. Then, with a sudden explosion of movement, Xavka pushed himself to his feet with the grace of a predator before swiftly leaving the cockpit despite its lack of light, the only sound he made the soft padding of his bare feet and the sharp click of his exposed and sharpened claws against the metal flooring beneath him.

Consuming the distance between the cockpit and the exit ramp with long, swift strides, Xavka barely paused to fasten his array of weapons to his person and pull on the robe that settled above them, concealing them from view and completing his outfit. Pausing at the top of the ramp, Xavka pulled the hood of his cloak up over his dreadlocked, dark grey coloured hair and sharp, jagged orat horns that lined his head, casting his face into shadow and leaving only his chin visible to onlookers before he sped out of the ship in a sprint, pulling the Force into his body to increase his speed as the world became a blur of grey ash as he swiftly moved towards his target.

A few minuets later, Xavka form became visible to anyone within the canyon as he leapt from the edge of a cliff, becoming a black speck within the currently foggy sky as his body raced down to the ground. Cementing the Force within his body, Xavka landed in a crouch with a loud thud, kicking up a flurry of ash, soil and twigs as a crater formed beneath his feet. Straightening himself to his full six foot plus height, Xavka cast his gaze around the area he had landed in. Whereas the land running either side of the river turned waterfall, which thundered down to his left, had been nothing but grey fields of ash and blackened wood, the area Xavka now stood in was filled with tree, sheltered from above by numerous outcroppings.

Leaping forwards, the claws which lined Xavka's right hand and the cybernetic fingers of his left dug into the bark of one of the trees with ease. From his position against the tree, Xavka leapt forwards again, and again anchored himself to the trunk of a tree, suspending himself above the ground beneath him. Gruting softly as he pulled on an old injury, Xavka slowly made his way up the tree, climbing it slowly, as he chose to wait and hope that his prey came towards his hidden, both physically and within the Force, form. If they didn't, then he would simply recalculate.

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Caross
Duel: Private
Allies: One Sith ; Warscream's Nine
Enemies: [member="Arisa Yune"]
Gear: Armor: Sith Armor or Protector class Jedi Armor ; Sith Axe ; Sith Sword ; Lightsaber hilt hidden clipped in inner side of belt.


((OOC: I got the Sith Armor approved on the 15th of April but I would like your permission, Arisa, whether you are okay with me going with it in this invasion or not. In case of the latter, I am staying with the Protector class armor. ))


Einarr looked at the chaos that had taken over this city - the capital city of Caross. The only slightly more urbanized city on Togoria. The rest of the planet was mostly wilderness, befitting the feline natives of this planet. The One Sith and the Republic were once again at their throats, and the residents of Togoria were to pay that price - with blood. It was how war worked, the earlier one realized it, the better. The Valkyr had seen war, numerous times. His people fought more than enough between each other for their clan to be the 'Chief Clan'. Useless in Einarr's opinion and he would someday change that. Until then, he had to grow stronger.

"We've just cleared another defensive position of Republic troops, pushing their front lines further away." Hjalmarr's voice came from behind the Sith. "Eventually, as the Sith army proceeds at such pace, this city would soon be ours."

"Good. We proceed as ordered, sweep their defences. Clean this city of this filth." Einarr turned around, his hood on his head as he spoke to the leader of Warscream's Nine or as they were known amongst the One Sith - The Valkyrian Warband.

Blood would be shed today.

 

[Léon]

Location: Enroute to Landing Zone, Riverside, near large engagement
Enemies: [member="Darth Rapax"], [member="Krayzen Dratos"]
Allies: Carrion Company
Side: Galactic Republic
Duel: Public
Gear:
The King's Buccaneer, The Buccaneers Blade, Nutrient Frame
Personal Energy Shield, VI Micro-Power Cells, 22T4 Hold-Out Blaster

[Theme]

Blue flame exploded from the engines. The entire vessel began to vibrate and rumble. Thrusters ignited. Deflector shields online. The two pilots began to check everything was in order before departing for Togoria. Léon was settled in the far back cargo bay, but he heard the pilots chit chat echo down the hall. His translator did a poor job of translating the Galactic Basic to Keshiri as many of their flying slang had no conversion to Keshiri. It was a limited language, it was known that for a long time they did not know the number of their people for they did not have a number so high. Then he felt the ship rise, and Léon knew chaos would ensue. He was Keshiri, he was ready. He gripped the hilt of his blade, and he grit his teeth.

The Carrion Company had been contacted only hours prior to the invasion beginning. Republic intelligence had reported a large fleet of One Sith enter hyperspace, but it was only when a warning beacon was lit that they knew where they were striking. Togoria. The One Sith planned to cut their influence across a peninsula of planets the Republic held in their favor. The Carrion Company was new to galactic warfare, primarily operating in small task forces. It was all they could do. Proving to be too far from Togoria, the Carrions based on Rutan, they re-assigned their only operative in the sector for an emergency mission. The briefing was short, there was no plan. Léon was ordered to land planetside and immediately report for further orders to Republic commanders.

Léon was given only a brief glance out of a porthole before the blast windows sealed it tight. He saw a vast fleet engaging another. Bright orbs of plasma catapulting across thousands of kilometers of space, crashing into the hulls of these mighty ships. Explosions of light, shrapnel as big as a freighter spinning out of control. They were slaughtering one another out there. Then a turbolaser fired towards them, he flinched. The long green arc raced towards them, then the ship doved and spun. He felt his stomach drop. He caught another Carrion ship, was it Yun? He didn't know, but before he could get a closer look that was when the blast windows snapped into place. The cargo bay was now darkened, illuminated by a blood-red emergency light.

The ship rattled and lurched back, they hit atmosphere. The pilots began chattering over the intercom. His translater was struggling to keep up. They were saying something about two minutes. Hot landing in two minutes? He didn't like the sound of that. The ship was bullied around, he felt something hit it. It almost sent him off his feet. Taking fire? He didn't understand the concept, what did they mean by fire? You made a fire, how would they take it? Unless it was what he had been taught, blaster fire? Perhaps. His free hand tightened on the hand rail above his head.

Something wasn't right, he knew it when he began to smell smoke. Then the black acrid cloud began to seep through the vents into the bay. He turned this way and that, the other operatives were coughing or pulling their tunics up and over their mouth and noses. The ship rattled again, but greater than before. He quickly turned, his face went pale and his grip tightened on the rail. The hull began to peel back like a bad sunburn, exposing the land far below them. The wind hit them with the force of a speeding locomotive. They were still above the clouds, and quickly falling!

Something said lifeboat, and he knew immediately to react before it was too late. He let go of the rail, the wind was tugging at his back, trying to pull him towards the hull breach. He resisted, pushing forwards. The lot of them were scramming for them. He heard a large whoosh and knew someone had already activated one of the three escape pods. Two was left, his stomach sank even further, he needed to get out now! Then he heard the same sound again. Dread gripped him. He heard the pilots wailing over the intercom, they were doing their best their best just wasn't enough.

The ship violently twisted, the gravity generators failed. He tumbled around the bay, slamming into the bodies of the other operatives. They swore and screamed, blood splattering across him. Someone had been impaled on a broken ceiling rod. It turned to chaos as they tried to fight the tumbling ship. The Keshiri gripped onto a crate sealed to what was once the floor and now the roof. He pulled himself across, muscles tightened and flexed. He launched himself with a swung into the lifeboat. He pumped the ignition, doors sealed shut. Whoosh!

There was no viewport, there was nothing to orientate himself. He was left in total darkness. He knew he was falling, but for how long? He wrestled to strap himself into a seat and harness, and good thing he did. Not a breath longer after strapping himself in the lifeboat crashed, hard. His whole body swung forward then back, his mind dizzied and his thoughts became incoherent. He tried to focus his eyes but there was nothing to see. Léon tried to pull the harness free but the buckle was twisted, it wouldn't budge. He took out his knife and cut himself free, it was only then he realized he had landed upside down. He crashed against the ceiling-floor with a thud and a groan.

Pins struck, then popped. The door exploded outwards, and light burst in. His eyes squinted and forced themselves to breach the blinding light, he heard birds chirping, distant blaster fire and artillery bombardment, and the rushing of a river. He crawled out as best he could, slowly rising to his feet. He tried to keep his stomach from emptying its contents but he couldn't, he ripped his helmet from his face and hurled onto the dew-damp grass. His eyes watered, his throat burned.

He smelt it again. Smoke. He placed his helmet over his head, checked his blade, and personal energy shield. Everything had survived the crash, he was thankful he did too. Then he peered to where he smelt the smoke and fire. His shuttle had crashed through a forest, stopping dead against a great bole of an ancient tree. The ship had hit it with such great force and speed that the shuttle had wrapped itself around the tree, he knew in his heart there would be no survivors.

He cursed himself for ever getting into this mess, for ever joining the Carrion. How many times had he cursed this? Many, and he took it back every time. The Keshiri was adapted to war, more-so than many galactic citizens, but there was still a twang in his heart when he saw the poor sods who became victims of war, even if they were participants. Yet he felt no remorse for his enemy. All men were hypocrites, he supposed. He knew that the enemy would be coming, surely they would have seen the crash, perhaps even heard. He activated his personal energy shield and withdrew his sword.

He followed the river for perhaps twenty minutes now. Long treks were a part of life back home, especially when burdened greatly by equipment. It centered him, and allowed him to calm down after the crash. His best hope was to find the other operatives who had managed to jump ship with the lifeboats, regroup, survive, find the Republic army. He pushed through the brush, eyes watching for twigs. He was a Keshiri Pathfinder back home, he knew not to stay too close to the river, but close enough he could follow it. He kept to the bushes, keeping himself low and quiet.

It was then he spotted a lifeboat across a river bank, but there was someone who wasn't Carrion. There was no doubting by this mans wicked appearance he was with the One Sith. He was watching and waiting, pacing back and forth like a tiger waiting for its prey, for the right time to strike. Léon's nutrient frame would keep him hidden from the Force, and his skill in pathfinding made him all but one with the forest. This man was the tiger, mighty and ferocious, but the Keshiri was the black panther, silent and lethal.

There was no time for delay, no time for consideration. The panther would strike. With his blade already drawn, he would make no sword, no scrape of metal on leather. His eyes surveyed the forest floor between him and Rapax, noting where to move. He kept his posture low, his blade ready. He moved, breaking into a sprint, darting here to there, avoiding that which would reveal him. He moved through the bushes with speed, then he burst from them. There was no war cry, no scream of fury. There was only silence and the soft brushing of leaves. Léon raised his sword and swung it down, hoping to catch the Sith off-guard and cleave him from shoulder to groin.

 

[Elaine Thul]

Location: On the Ground waiting the oncoming storm
Allies: [member="Aedan Miles"] and the republic
Enemy: [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Darth Prazutis"], The One Sith Empire who has cooties
Gear: Light saber, H.T.E. Dueling Armour.

She saw Zambrano black guard sweep into the city from her vantage point, she had no choice it as time to commit. Her forces were smaller than well established back guard, but they had an advantage that the enemy was begging to expose there flank to her. This was unfortunately due there success against the republic troops, as they where overrunning them. She looked at her commander, and gave her orders Tell the men to get bayonets ready, and we are to charge the enemy down with the bayonets. He saluted her and then said Men prepare bayonets, and get inline know. She turned to her soldiers, and gave a short speech, Today we fight for the republic, we may never know our homes of Alderaan again, but we will not turn our back on The Republic in hour of need. This our time to prove ourselves for them, we have only one life to give for them, if we do we do it to make new home safer. As if the republic fails we would be next, and our city would burn like that one. She pointed towards the city the blackguard was currently burning, she then continued This is for SIRICUSE, CHARGE. She then began to run forward with her men, as they lite up the path with blaster fire. Soon they would close on the enemy, and then hopefully the republic forces would rally and come back into the fight. She could see her purple banner flying at the enemy, she smiled it gave her hope, and her eyes began to turn a little Yellow for hatred for the sith she was running at, soon she might be able to get revenge on them.

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Location: behind enemy lines in an urban environment (dusk)
Enemy's: [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Cynthia Garon"]
Allies: [member="Gorteko Graye"]
Equipment: in bio

Today was a fishy day and Harley was with some of Blackblade Guard, they had to destroy part of this city. She was leading them in god kings name, though she was only there for ceremonial purpose. As she was not really some one you would put in command, as she was little dippy. As she moved through building near [member="Darth Vornskr"] position, as she got her men to burn buildings. She saw some mandalorians beginning to put up resistance, it as time for her to enter the fight.

She moved towards the edge of front lines, got her disruptor cannon and aimed at Cynthia, and then puled the trigger......

 

[Cynthia Solus]

Location: behind enemy lines in an urban environment (dusk)
Enemy's: [member="Harley"] Ξ [member="Gorteko Graye"]
Allies: Mr [member="Gray Raxis"]
Dule: privet
Gear: in my sig (armor black)


She was getting annoyed from the radio silence treatment from gray but she had to keep moving. Step by step she'd continue to walk down the wall to the ground. Although the steady pace wasn't going to cut it. In the corner of her eye she saw a red dot till she took a quick look that it was a shot. Without hesitation she'd crouch and jump cutting the grab boots power sending her into free fall. Doing a forward flip so she was feet first Cynthia would activate her jet pack bringing her to a more hovering stance. Looking in the direction of the shot Cynthia would use the electrobinoculars and zoom in to see the target. "Blonde maybe five four, five six, sith. Bring it on." She said to herself raising her rifle up. It was harder to aim now moving about slightly. Her entire focus wasn't on just the shot but control of the pack. A quick sharp breath in she'd slowly exhale and line it the shot with her head leaving 3mm below the cross so it would either land in the chest or head if it hit. Squeezing the trigger the stock would shove into her shoulder and she'd move back a fair bit.

The shot would hopefully be enough to drop down and move unnoticed. Although that person just painted a cross on them selfs. With her feet on the ground Cynthia would move into the ally and a right to make her way to the attacker. She put her sniper rifle into the gun holster on her back and took out the shotgun as she remained to run. Coming up to the street the woman would have to come down Cynthia remained in the ally crouched by rubble. "Gray I'm compromised I need you now. Like right now. Im in the ally across the last location take a right." A thick dark gray smoke started to cling to the street from buildings collapsing and fires raging around them. This could be played to an advantage for her, maybe. Shed move her hand to her wrist and press the button for the life form sensor's.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Y4pbyVfGHU​

Location: Makeshift Blackblade HQ, Caross
Allies:

• [member="Darth Prazutis"]

Enemies:

• [member="Elaine Thul"]
• [member="Aedan Miles"]

Duel: Private
Gear:

• Tyrant Armor
• Shuk'orok
• Primordial Signet Ring
• Sith Lightsaber #1
• Sith Lightsaber #2

So far the Blackblade's progress deeper into the city had been smooth as there had been no real opposition to oppose their forward advance save pockets of Togorian guerilla fighters and the soldiers from the Republic garrison that sought to harry them at every turn. But again and again such resistance was repulsed or outright destroyed down to the man, and eventually the Blackblades began to demolish entire blocks of structures as they passed, clearing them out with voracious fire spewed from hand-held flamers that scorched stone and seared flesh until one charred bone remained. Then the buildings were levels entirely by charged explosives, and the rubble further destroyed. What structures the Guard did leave standing were reinforced with durasteel and manned by a small company of Guardsmen to protect the rear guard that diligently trailed after the main battalion columns.

A cloud of choking smog hung over the city like the shroud of death as the city was systematically consumed by the fires of hate, its citizens put to the sword and left to rot where they had fallen. Some of the more callous soldiers had taken to nailing the corpses of Togorian and Republican soldiers to large planks of wood salvaged from the city wreckage and carrying them high above the advancing army so that any scouts reporting their ever changing position would know the fate that would befall any who dared to bar their path. Besides the corpses of the defiled fallen, banners displaying the runic symbol of their Lord billowed with every shift in the wind carried by shackled slaves who had been taken from previous campaigns across the galaxy. They would not find new slaves to swell their ranks on this day, for their Lord had decreed that all of Togoria was to scoured clean.

He would not let the mistake of letting them live come back to curse him ever again.

Yet as the Blackblades decimated everything arrayed before them they found themselves besieged from the flank by soldiers flying a banner of lilac with bayonets affixed charging down the broken street. The response was immediate as the Blackblades shifted to face the attacks, shields raised to deflect the oncoming volley of blaster bolts before returning fire from their assembled phalanx. However; as the charging soldiers showed no sign of slowing or diverting their course, the lone line of the Blackblades shifted to allow a second row to take the place of the first. The second line consisted of muscle-bound brutes wielding riot shields made from thick layers of durasteel and vibro-lances tipped with a wickedly barbed point. They raised their shields to absorb the impact of the blaster bolts still being fired their direction before they began their own rhythmic advance towards the bayonet soldiers.

These Blackblade Pikemen™ did not waver in the face of the enemy's charge, they simply locked shields with each other and merely waited until they were within range before engaging them in melee combat. Shields allowed them to block the jabs of bayonets and the close-fire blasts from the enemy's guns, while the power of their lances allowed them to easily rend flesh and armor, impaling soldiers with a reach that affixed bayonet's did not allow. Time would tell if the enemy soldiers would overcome their fearsome adversaries, or would be divided by the more heavily armed warriors and destroyed piecemeal.

Meanwhile back at the Blackblade HQ, Darth Vornskr and his protégé geared themselves for battle. The massive Epicanthix's armor was reexamined, the plates of his phrik armor tightened and more firmly secured while braziers of incense swung from robed clerics humming ancient hymns of battle to invigorate the spirit. Such rituals were a rare sight among the camps of war in these days of science and rationality, but in holding with the ancient traditions of his people Vornskr indulged in them wholeheartedly. It was not long before he was finally ready, and wave a wave of his hand he parted the flap that covered the empty doorway of the blown out structure and strode into the courtyard that they had originally made their landfall in. No doubt Prazutis would fall in behind him, eager as he was to beset their visitor with their hate.

And without a single word spoken between them they began their trek.

 

[Gorteko Graye]

Location: Behind enemy lines in an urban enviroment (dusk)
Enemies: [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Cynthia Garon"]
Allies: [member="Harley"]
Gear: In bio

'How important could this mission be if I'm not even supposed to be there unless they're dying?' Gorteko thought as he lay atop on of the buildings burning below him. He had been tasked with shadowing Harley and assisting her only if she were to be in danger; or completing her mission should she fail. Apparently burning what's left of this city is very important to the capture of the planet. Then he heard a shot ring out, some type cannon by the sound of it, followed by another shot of some sort. 'So, looks like the fight is starting. But who could it be?' Gorteko would then get up and head towards the ledge of the building looking out towards the forces being lead by Harley. Looking around it was unclear who she was at odds with, they must have already moved to an area that couldn't be seen from his position. Supposing it was time to go meet up with his ally, Gorteko would begin his decent from the building top.

Unable to take the stair of the building due to the fire, he began to scale down the outside of the building. A sort while later he would be boots on ground heading towards the other sith in the area, who wasn't far away. As he approached closer he would strike up conversation, So, have we met the resisting forces then?"

 

[Rapax]

Location: Overwatching the greater battle.
Enemies: [member="Léon"]
Allies: [member="Krayzen Dratos"] (Hes on standby so we can post until i need him leon)
Side: OS
Duel: Public
Gear: Is in the bio

While Rapax waited his instinct's told him something was near by he couldn't detect what it was with the force unfortunately but he drew out his dauntless blade and readied himself for an attack. But he wouldn't be able to know where it will come from until the moment of the attack sadly which leaves him little time to work with, He heard the mercenary dash out the cover of the bushes and go for an attack he dashed barely avoiding the first strike. He saw the nutrient frame on his back ...so that's how he is hiding from Rapax's force connection would also explain why his force augments aren't kicking in, No matter he had other tricks up his sleeve he lifted his dauntless blade up and charged at the frame in the hopes he can impale the Yasalamiri within. He wouldn't mind fighting without his force against this man however Yasalamiri can become quite irritating and it was high time it died he wont be as fast as he would be with his force augments but he still is a quick beast.

 

[Veptus Shravus]

Location: Dropping onto Togoria
Allies: OS
Enemies: GR
Gear: In bio
Veptus sat in a drop ship with the other stromtroopers, making final adjustments to his gear. The ramp slammed down and he charged out onto the battle starting to take shape. He scanned for targets, looking over duels, trying to start his own. He cocked his blaster rifle, ready to put a bolt in anybody willing to come close.
He looked at a particularly interesting duel between [member="Léon"] and [member="Darth Rapax"]. Veptus trotted over there, until he was within 300 meters of them, and looking to see if [member="Léon"] had any allies trying to attack Rapax. Veptus was ready to jump in if his ally was in any trouble.
Veptus put the Yasalarmi within his sights, and squeezed off a shot, designed to distract him from Rapax.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: PVP District
Objective: Woo!
Allies: OS
Enemies: [member="Miss Blonde"]

Haytham didn't really care if she could see him. He wasn't too intent on moving out and around that corner so that she could blast him. In truth, he may have been a little fazed by this psychotic armoured titan in the form of a weaponized piece of metal, but he supposed that's what happened when you lived for this kind of thing. Poking his head around the corner and spotting the blood and gore and bullet riddled bodies of the former stormtroopers, he brought his head back in before he sighed and pushed off of the wall.

That thing definitely lives for this.

He'd only poke half of his body out as he pushed back his cloak and replaced his lightsabre hilt on the belt loop. Hesitating for the briefest of moments, he only showed half of the right side of his body, as the disruptor pistol found itself in his hand and he pressed the trigger, only releasing a single shot towards the centre mass of the walking armour thingy. He knew there'd be a bad reaction, and so he lunged back from the corner of the wall and tucked and rolled, expecting there to be an explosion in the space that he had been in.

Behind him, there were still random points of debris that he could hide behind if he had to, but for the most part it was open ground.

 

[Ryiah Tenriem]

Location: Caross, capital of Togoria
Enemies: Galactic Republic | [member="Ella Nova"]
Allies: One Sith
Duel: Public
Equipment:

Spoiler

Four Lightsabers, Red Crystal | Glaive, Durasteel | Assassin Armour (Appearance), Durasteel and Shell-spider Silk | Mask (see sig)

Ryiah marched through the streets of Caross, fellow soldiers seeking to embrace Togoria into the grasp of the Sith walking on either side of her as they made their way through the streets of Caross, a point civilisation on Togoria that had managed to survive the scorching flames from many years previous. Behind the silver, eleboartely decorated mask that adorned her face, a wide smile full of teeth and the fires of insanity stretched itself across the lips of the purple skinned Togruta as she basked in the feelings of agony and anger that trickled through the Force the the forces of the Sith began to march on the scarred land. Her crimson eyes, just visible through the slits in the mask, smoldering and burnt with the same fires of insanity that was present within her hidden grin as bloodlust ran through her systems.

Dressed as she was, in flowing robes of both silk and metal and high reaching boots, with the soles removed in an act that had confused her fellow soldiers when they bore witness to her doing so, Ryiah was dressed in an outfit abnormal to her usual attire. Gone was the strip of cloth that wrapped around her breasts that was decorated with the spoils of her many hunts on her homeplanet of Shili; the teeth of Akuls. Gone was the low hanging loincloth and cloth belt that was decorated with lapis lazu gems and bronzium. The only thing that remained of her usual outfit was the headdress formed out of coiled cloth that wove between her montrals, each of which were equal in height to her skull was. As she strode calmly and slowly along the streets, her bared feet making no sound as they impacted against the ground beneath them, Ryiah's hips swayed in a study of seduction, a remnant of her time as an exotic dancer in her past life as a slave, and the two of her lekkus that hung down her back coiled around her lower thighs, just above her knees.

Stopping at the end of one of the streets, her gaze fixated on the form of the Human, form her appearance at least, female, clothed in heavy robes, that stood silently and stiffly within the center of the open area before the Togruta and her small group of soldiers. Glaring at the female before her, her presence reeking of the Light, Ryiah spoke softly to the group that stood behind her, her accented voice easily filling the silence between them.

"Leave. I shall take this one myself." Due to her enforcing her will through using the Force to manipulate the minds of the soldiers, all of the soldiers nodded in acceptance of her order and marched away, not protesting as they would have if their minds had not been under the sway of Ryiah's own.

Walking forwards towards the Jedi, Ryiah reached over her shoulder to remove her glaive from where it was fastened between her lekku, gripping the shaft of the glaive in both hands, her left closer to the base of the shaft that her right and letting the tip of the metal blade drag across the ground, right next to her right foot. Stopping ten meters away from her target, Ryiah slid into her stance, knees bending and feet positioned shoulder width apart with her left foot forwards and body slightly titled to the right, waiting for the Jedi to act.

 

[Darth Ayra]

Location: Caross, capital of Togoria
Enemies: One Sith | [member="Ryiah Tenriem"]
Allies: Galactic Republic
Duel: Public

It seemed pointless, to make the offer. She had made it on Contruum and on Balmorra. She knew that many other Jedi, who had participated in more battles than she had, had made the same offer and that offer was mercy. The opportunity for the Jedi's adversary to lay down their weapon, end the conflict and the chance to change their ways. To gain an understanding of the Force and let go of the passions that led them down the path of darkness, and out of that despair into redemption.

So, Ella already knew what the Twi'lek was going to say. Perhaps it would be a long, elongated explanation on why her way was actually the truth and Ella's was a pointless, archaic philosophy that should have rolled over and died a long time ago. Or maybe, they would get to the point straight away. But Ella had to do it. She had to give this girl a chance because that was her choice. The day she stopped giving the other choice, was the day she stopped being a Jedi.

"I sense that you're expecting me to attack you," Ella spoke softly, knowing that a Jedi never attacked, but always defended. "But it doesn't have to go that way. My name is Ella- Ella Nova- and I'd like you to lay down your weapons. We don't have to fight. Please?"