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

[Darth Prazutis]

[media]https://youtu.be/I_d0TEwhAXo[/media]​

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

Where a city once stood proud and defiant in the vast wasteland of Togoria, it stood no more. A gate to hell was torn open in the city of Caross letting its fires rise from the depths to claim all life, and everything that dared rise defiantly from the earth. The black armored hounds of hell charged forth, annihilating life an all forms until nothing but darkness remained. The Blackblade Guard were elite troopers, battle hardened jedi and mandalorian killers, togorian holdouts and Republic garrison soldiers were no match for these elite soldiers.

Prazutis’s dark gaze fell hard on an approaching force flying banners of lilac, charging the Blackblades flank with bayonets fixed. He shook his head and choked down a laugh, as he almost predicted everything that would happen next. The battalions would focus fire on the approaching flank until they reached a certain distance, then the Blackblade Pikemen would advance forward and lock shields, ready to absorb the charge and deal damage that the superior pikes would dish out compared to rifle bayonets. In the meantime they would be divided and destroyed piecemeal under a hailstorm of blaster fire.

However back at the Blackblade HQ the time for battle was here, and Prazutis own armor was being adjusted and tightened by robed clerics. Braziers of incense burning in the air as these clerics spoke ancient epicant battle hyms, praying for glorious battle, for the protection of their God-King, and for the destruction of their foes. While Vornskr took extra time getting his phrik plates adjusted, Prazutis sharpened the Sith Sword strung on his back. Hearteater was a sith sword alchemized to be nearly indestructible, and made out of a unique Devaronian Blood Poison. The poison never ran out of the blade, and with but a simple contact with the skin caused extreme pain. This wasn’t just pain this was agonizing, soul shearing, gut wrenching pain. The poisons pain was so great, and it only increased the longer contact was made. Devaronian Blood Poison greatly dulled the physical senses.

While the blade never dulled Prazutis always religiously sharpened it before battle, the long strokes of the blade on stone ringing out through the HQ. He stopped as Vornskr waved away the clerics and began to move. Prazutis immediately sheathed the blade on his back and placed on his helmet. He followed behind his titanic master out into the ruined city. Not a single word was said between the two there was no need for it, they were so in sync, so on the same page he understood what Vornskr was thinking before he said it. These fools who dared approach the God-King, they would be destroyed and crucified for all to see.

 

[Alyona Volkovna (Алёна)]

Location: Togorian Wilderness
Duel: Private
Allies: Galactic Republic
Enemies: One Sith, [member=Xavka Duquo]
Gear:
Luke Skywalker's Lightsaber
Utility Belt:
NN-14 Blaster Pistol
Grenades::>3 x Thermal Detonator; 3 x Flash-bomb
Miscellaneous::>Scanner; Datapad w/ Holoprojector; Comlink; Fibercord w/ Grappling Hook; Rebreather;



The future was not a place Alyona often explored, so when it approached her through the natural currents of the Force as they rolled gently through the land, she was taken aback. The hairs along her arms pricked up suddenly, and the Voxyn's hunting instinct awoke inside her. Prey. She thought to herself as she continued her path down to the valley floor, taking in her surroundings. The sensation peaked for no more than an instant, a warning of sorts from the Force that intensified as her thoughts focused on proceeding forward with her task of making contact with the Republic. Alyona withdrew the idea from her mind; progress was a warning. Progress toward what? A location? A goal? A local species of wild animal? She considered what the warning could mean; danger at a physical location along her path or perhaps the danger of being targeted for attempting to complete her goal. The messages hidden within the Force itself were difficult to unravel for even the most experienced Jedi, and even then the results could be interpreted in a number of ways. In this instance, however, the results were the same either way: She would face an obstacle. To Alyona, an obstacle was a challenge not to be passed over; to do so would be to deny herself the opportunity to grow.

The Voxyn within her thrived on the hunt.

And so hunt she would.

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She changed nothing about herself, there was no reason to. No matter what happened she needed to reach the tops of those bluffs and survey the surrounding lands. The Voxyn enjoyed the taste of the air, the coolness of the morning, the sight of white clouds drifting overhead. She was a predator walking amongst the subjects of her kingdom, taking in everything nature had to offer. She closed her eyes and tilted her head, exposing her neck to the warm sun. Everything she did, she did with a purpose in mind.
The ash from the fires however long ago had softened the ground, mosses of all kinds had taken their place as the forest floor. Although the trees had yet to recover, and would not fully for decades, the earth was riddled with undergrowth that had reclaimed its rightful place, lacing the Voxyn's very footsteps with a royal carpet upon which to walk. Fungi and lichens had taken the task of tearing down the old wood and laying the groundwork for the new, covering the trunks of most of the charred, twisted trees. The wood remained pleasant and colorful, flowers of all species and colors sprang from the ground, opening slowing as the sun began to age the morning and creep over the crest of bluffs in the distance.

The Voxyn was at peace, for she knew that all within the valley was hers.

 

[Veronika Nova]

Location: Research Facility Camp
Objective: Leave room, protect research samples and mate.
[member="Iestyn Nova"]

"But we were just --"

Frustration would ripple in a kaleidoscope of red stripes and canary yellow speckles in a broad wavelength of faceted hues. Her jaw had fallen at his departure, one hand extended only to fall at her side with aghast. They were both now entering the most trying hours of their Red Day, and the interruption served to stress the Lovalla mated pair further.

Much like when Iestyen's song would reflect back that hypnotic lull, so too would his anger fan through and fuel her own. It was a backlash effect that would only make it worse. This was a serious predicament. One that the more rational side of the Xenobiology professor would normally coolly state where their priorities lie.

Hands would rub at her face, a faint quiver upon the slender digits that veiled her. Rationality and sensibility crashed against the biology they were beholden to. Internally, Veronika knew that they were walking a very precarious line. Her mind would tell her one thing, while the empathic bonds and the way her blood galvanized through her told another.

Focus.

Her mind was wired to consider options and think on her feet. Honestly, how humans managed to focus in a state where they were at the mercy of their biology utterly baffled her. The sooner we could --

Fingers went fanning away form her face, revealing the bright indigo of her large eyes. There was determination there, as well as a plan of action.

What they would do.

"The sooner we evacuate, the sooner we will be in hyperspace."

Alone. In their room. Without the star-forsaking comm calls interrupting halfway.

 

[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"]

That was the difference between Blonde and Haytham, Haytham hesitated. Seeing the conflict in the man's body language and the pistol being pulled Blonde knew he wasn't going to be taken alive and that was something she accepted. If the sword had not been on her than she'd of rather enjoyed that thought, but with the aura filling her with feelings of love and light she only felt a sadness that she'd have to potentially end his life. And despite that sadness she wasn't going to hesitate for a moment.

When the disrupter round went off the woman didn't bother to dodge it. Beskar could survive re entry into the atmosphere heat wise and disruptor weapons were primarily heat based that focused on vaporization of a target so against beskar you'd need at least a rifle sized piece to do any serious damage. The shot hit the armor on the chest and it burned and sizzled leaving a black scorch mark that mark that was going to show Haytham he was going to need a bigger gun or to keep firing shots until the armor was compromised.

"My Turn." the woman said softly.

With his position locked on the HUD Miss Blonde opened fire with the medium machine gun, and that's exactly what it was, a medium machine gun that could fire rounds that shred through hard targets. At a cyclic rate of fire the machine gun would pour dozens and dozens of rounds into Haytham's position that would shred through his cover. But it didn't stop there.

Blonde was closing the gap and moving forward as she fired. Step by lumbering step the woman approached Haytham leaving him with a few option. Move from his current position before the cover is compromised, stand up and get gunned down, or engage her some other way and try to survive. The kid was out gunned by a warfighter who had been doing this since before he was old enough to go to school.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Abandoned Courtyard
Allies:
[member="Elaine Thul"]
Enemies:
[member="Darth Vornskr"]
[member="Darth Prazutis"]

Aedan Miles blinked as the force signature of two beings could now be clearly felt tilting the young man slowly grinned to himself whispering. "Well well Darth Vornskr himself his on his way to visit me how intriguing." Stretching and rolling his shoulders the young man gathered the force into himself and leapt upward landing on a balcony he leaned against the guard rail looking outward. Shaking his head as he saw men charging towards where the black guard were advancing he knew that somewhere among the distant buildings the various forces of Clan Akaata would be slipping in and out of engagements with the enemy keeping them weary. Humming softly the young man smirked and waited to see when his opponents for this match would appear fingering the hilts of his lightsabers.

 

[Iestyn Nova]

[member="Veronika Nova"]

Iestyn was breathing rather quickly through his nose, lips sealed shit. His smile belied the overwhelming frustration he felt. Hands trembling, he started to dress as quickly as he could. It took his mind a few moments to realise what she was suggesting. He wholeheartedly agreed. Stay here on the ground and try and wait it out and they’d have to stick with the others. Evacuate on the Eyrie and they could be in hyperspace within a few hours.

“Yes…Yes!”

He decided to aid the plan by thinking through what that could mean and falling over himself. He looked up from the floor, grimacing at his own stupidity. Almost immediately he regretted looking up. Another powerful rush of adrenaline surged through him as the site of her. He would have stayed there had he not heard the whine of a TIE fighter passing through the atmosphere not far from them. The mix of fear and need was a debilitating combination.

Iestyn pulled a tee from his wardrobe. Being wrapped in fabric was such an unwelcome sensation on this day. He avoided his shirt, his trembling hands unlikely to deal with buttons well. Thoughts of bright stripes glowing and shifting were drowned in the notion of ghost-faced troopers romping through their research lab.

He bit down painfully on the back of his hand, trying to focus his mind as he moved near the door.

 

[Eugen Aker]

((I'll hotlink my equipment later. I'm having internet issues atm, but I at least wanted to get this post out.))

Location: Flying over Caross
Objective: Assist Republic Unit (Kill Sith)
Enemies: [member="Einar Warcream"] (Private Duel)
Allies: N/A

Spoiler

Gear:

Self: Rogue Armor (w/ Jet Pack), Odominus Unit (cloaking system), Verpine Sniper Rifle (Vibro-Flechette, Dust Round), Famos Particle Rifle (Launcher: Vibro-Flechette), Force Pike, Hold-Out Bolter, 6x Stecher Wasp Droids (Observation Model), Biocomm

1x Yinchorri Dragoon Sniper: Warden Armor, Flutter Pack, Verpine Sniper Rifle (Vibro-Flechette, Dust Round), Famos Particle Rifle (Launcher: Vibro-Flechette), 6x Hand Grenades (3x Thermal Detonator, 3x Ion), Biocomm

4x Yinchorri Dragoon Grenadiers: Warden Armor, Flutter Pack, MK-1 Bolter (APE Rounds), Blastech Light Repeating Blaster, 6x Hand Grenades (3x Thermal Detonator, 3x Ion), Biocomm

6x Harvester Droids

Through the scope of her shattergun, Arisa tracked a vehicle column ripping through the streets of Caross. Judging by their direction, she was guessing they were meant to be the relief force for the Sith unit her team currently had pinned down in an apartment complex.

Never taking her eyes off the vehicles, she swapped magazines to replace the vibro-flechette ammunition for dust rounds. Through the Force, she pushed the air away from the rifle, creating a sound proofed vacuum to reduce the shattergun's already low sound profile to nil as she fired. She squeezed the trigger, and a moment later, the side of the lead vehicle was now dusted in a coating of micro-transmitters. She immediately followed up with a call for an airstrike over biocomm, the vehicles now painted for rapid target acquisition. From the heavens, a pair of Kiribian droid fighters descended to rain plasma fire down upon the column, quickly reducing the vehicles and their occupants to slag. The fighters made one quick pass over to confirm the kills, then streaked away to fulfill another tasking. There would be no relief for the Sith.

The Sith in this area had been all but neutered, so she would leave it up to the Togorian force handle the mop up. Meanwhile, Republic units were being hammered in the adjacent sector, so they could use her help a lot more. Over an encrypted line, she let the Togorians know that she was withdrawing. The commander expressed her gratitude for Arisa's assistance, and then the communication ended. Looking at the scene for one last time through her scope, she could see the big Togorian soldiers busting into the apartment to clear it out of all the remaining Sith.

From around the block, she rallied her Dragoons and droids to make the move. The Dragoons took to the air on their flutter-packs with the harvester droids, hugging the rooftops to make themselves harder to track. Arisa had a jet-pack herself but relied on one of the harvesters to ferry her to the next location for a more stealthy insertion.

As they approached the new sector, she dropped a quartet of tiny wasp droids into the air. They all buzzed away to survey the area below from a higher elevation, feeding data to her and the rest of the squad. Little bigger than a real wasp, the recon drones were especially difficult to detect.

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Summary of actions:

Spoiler

*Enroute to new location by air.
*Released 4 of wasp droids for recon.

 

[Elaine Thul]

Objective: Charggeeee
Allies: [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemy: [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]

It was approaching time, they where within four hundred and fifty meters. They opened fire on Blackblades guards, as bayonet charge was not so much about the bayonet. It was putting out sheer wall of blaster fire at the enemy. Forcing them to get into or get shot down, aiming did not matter ether as this was not about accuracy, it was about a wall of blaster fire. The blackblades guard returned fire, but the costs where equal. They then got within hundred meters, and A.F.G. where launched at the enemy she could here multiple bangs a frag grenades went off. The adrenaline in her blood began to peak, as it was she began to move fast as force imbued her body as well. She dived at them and cut down a couple with pink lightsaber, as her me, began to get on top of them, all the shiny bayonets had reached the battle. In the mist of it she could sense other force users, she knew her duty and she would not flinch from it.

She saw mandalorians in heat of battle helping the republic, and she saw hundreds of the sith troops in the fray, this battle was not over by long shot. She then could sense other force user coming, and they were not as friendly.

 

[Léon]

Location: Riverside, near large engagement
Enemies: [member="Darth Rapax"], [member="Veptus Shravus"]
Allies: N/A
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


His swing came low, his opponent dashed aside to safety. The momentum of his swing could not be taken back, and so he followed it. The trained Keshiri swordsman tucked in his head and dove with his shoulder, performing a forward roll. He sprung back onto his feet, twisted his ankles and was quickly once more facing his opponent.

The beast charged forward, moving to impale him. A poor decision for any bladesman, and he knew instantly that this man was no crafty swordsman. Perhaps a weakness he could exploit, for Léon was Keshiri, trained from early childhood in the way of the blade. He was honed in the art. He was by far no swordsmaster back home, but in the galactic community the martial arts of bladework were forlorn. Out here, he was a master among men.

Léon had proven his skill with a sword time and time again as a mercenary for the Carrion Company. Taking on the Ison Cartel on Bespin, and he dueled with their leader in solo combat, proving to be the superior combatant. He had buried his hand-and-a-half sword through the crime lords midsection until it came to settle against her spine, severed. That had been the end of Shorty Sharn, as the Twi'lek was known.

His mind came back to the present. He pulled his wrists in as the man charged. He brought his blade down diagonally, angled it under the mans own blade, and then lifted. He deflected the blow, and he would counter-attack. With the mans blade now forced upward by his block, Léon would close the gap between the two. He brought his knee up, attempting to knock the air out of Rapaxs lungs with a beating to the gut, and then slamming his foot down, hoping to land a hard blow on his opponents toes. He would follow with a headbutt.

While the art of swordplay had a lot to do with swords indeed, it also had to do with melee. Sometimes you had to play rough and dirty to gain the higher ground, in a manner of speakin-Ping! His energy shield flared. Someone had just fired a shot, it was no longer just he and his opponent. There was dishonor in outnumbering a fair duel, but there was also great strategy in doing so. He would be wary, but for the meantime his shield would protect him from ballistics and blasters.

 

[Gray Raxis]

Location: Behind enemy lines in an urban environment (dusk)
Allies: [member="Cynthia Garon"]
Enemies: [member="Gorteko Graye"] & [member="Harley"]
Gear: Reclaimer Armor, Bryar pistol, Good Samaritan, Ravager, phrik knife, Calm, lightsaber

Gray had been called in to help deal with the invasion of Togoria. The attack was already in full swing by the time he had arrived with his merc ally Cynthia to the battle. His job it seemed was to work as her shield while she sniped high priority targets and stragglers. She had already found her first sniping post up in the ruins of a building in the city they seemed to find themselves in behind enemy lines. Leave it up to these two mandalorians to decide to push too far into the heart of the enemy. Hopefully he could stab at it while he was invading the invaders controlled territory in this battle. They would definitely need to do something though, because the enemy seemed to decide to cause as much damage as they could, just in case they didn't actually claim the planet.

Gray was not on the top of the building because he lacked the grav boots like his partner, but he had something she didn't which gave him an advantage. He was using force sight to look around the area instead of his own natural sight gained from the use of his eyes. He could see through and around as he looked for the signature of life forms. The civilians had mostly managed to evacuate from this area thankfully, so he could pretty much engage on any targets he found. He was in a building further forward keeping himself and his signature low. He saw two troops turn a corner and then fall dead. He got on his com to warn her that she might want to position herself somewhere new, but he was met with silence. He saw her suddenly move using her grav boots down the side of the building she was in. Why did she advance that way? She put herself into the open. But it was clear to him now that the coms were down. That was perfect for this situation, at least if they didn't want to communicate.

Gray began to advance towards her location when he suddenly noticed a second signature. He stopped and focused on it for a bit. They were a dark side user, and it seems they attacked his companion. Cynthia managed to dodge it, took a shot, and then got herself into an ally not far from him. That was good, really good. He moved to her location as he noticed a second signature approach the first dark user, and this second signature was dark as well. Two dark side users it seemed had found them, but would they engage or allow them to escape? That didn't really matter, because Gray didn't plan on allowing some force users to run loose out there right now.

Gray got to Cynthia and said in a voice just loud enough for her to hear, " Coms are down. Jammed maybe. Two enemies coming. Force users from their signatures. Ready for a little hunting vod?" He didn't have as much experience going up against other force users, but he knew he needed to engage them. Perhaps there was a way he could take them out though if he worked with Cynthia. He thought it over a moment then said, " We need to find a spot that is kind of open. I'll lure them into it and then you snipe them while I distract them. I'm outfitted for short to mid range as it is, so would be the best thing to do if they are saber users. Sound like a plan to you?"

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

Location: Riverside-near large emplacement:
Side: One Sith
Allies: [member="Darth Rapax"]
Gear: Krayzen's Personal Armor, Lightsaber(with dual phase function, and a hurrikane crystal),
Sk2 Ripper which uses DKS Slugs, GS Grenades, Verpine shatter gun, Particle beam blaster, Mini-Class A Grenade

Krayzen Dratos-Liutenant General of the One Sith; Anzati Powerhouse; Sith Knight, etc. Each of this were titles that were used to describe him, but they were just titles. Nothing more, nothing else. What would determine Krayzen's reputation would be his reputation as a fighter, one that he had developed. Most importantly however, he had established himself as the preeminent One Sith designer of ships, weapons, etc designing and massively improving their armaments; this battle however would test if they were useful, at least when applied by the creator.

The Anzat had trained himself ever since he was born over 200 centuries ago, becoming more stronger, and stronger in the force, as well as learning how to fight via usage of melee, conventional, and unconventional weapons. His constant training made him beat a decent athletic human by 3x in a variety of athletic attributes, including strength, speed, agility, endurance, and so on. Krayzen certainly had the natural foundations to be a powerhouse; what mattered however is how he applied those skills in battle.

The Sith so his opponent, someone wearing armor and looked to have a powerful build. As Leon countered, Krayzen, appearing out of nowhere(and not being in any line of sight before) fired a slug at him, the slug travelling at high speeds since it had been electromagnetically launched via his SK2 Ripper, and it was clouded in plasma. The slug would then create a big burst of flames, which were 3000 degrees celsius(or whatever it says in the tech profile; I can't remember).

As he did this, he put his pistol back into the side of his waist, his armor being slightly modified(I only added magnets to the waist line, and the place where you traditionally put weapons in your legs when your armor has holsters; the magnets are also HUD controlled). Hopefully , this would be a fun battle.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Objective: Kill, maim, burn, and so forth.
Location: Togorian beach.
Allies: One Sith & Friends. [member="Cerita Sarova"]
Gear:
Armour.
Tsaisibola & Nagajj.
2x curved hilt lightsabres.
Rudis of the Dark Lord.
Concealed Vibrodagger.

As ships blackened the sky over the Republic planet of Togoria, the Phasma Class Infiltrator of the Sith Assassins came in the thick of it. Among the larger ships, the Phasma appeared quite inconsequential, a needle among swords. Guided by the skilled hand of her piloting-droid Darling, it weaved smoothly out of the way of the larger dropships and assault-crafts. With the shade came the cold touch of the Dark Side to the scarred planet-surface. They had felt it once before, now they would suffer it once again. Unlike lightning, the Sith did indeed strike twice.

On board the ship, The Pale Assassin - Darth Ophidia cradled a cup of warm, dusky brown liquid between her gloved fingers. From the top of the black ceramic cup, tails of fragrant fumes tickled at her nose and asked so seductively to be consumed. She complied with the tea’s demand as she put the lukewarm edge of the cup to her black-painted lips and drew in the sweet mixture of water and herbs. Her eyes, burning embers in a face of ashen hue, stared out of the front viewport and down at the beginning battle. Ophidia felt the Force, tense as it was only in the moment before imminent battle.

The Assassin placed the now empty cup on a tray next to her seat and stood up. Her left hand plucked her helmet from its resting place and cradled it under her arm. Turning halfway, she cast a glance for her companion in the current venture, one Darth Cerbera. They had worked before, and while Darth Ophidia did not trust the green woman, she recognised her skill. Now she would see if they measured up with her boasts when it came to battle as well.

Darling released a string of binary chatter to count down before landfall. Even with his good programming, touching down in a warzone was a dangerous deal. He set them down near a large body of water, the edges of which were lined with stretches of sand. Ophidia was unsure whether comedy was involved in the choice of location or not, but nodded in reply to show she had caught his message.

The blood on the sand; the cries of pain. Can you sense it, Ophidia? Is it not beautiful?​

“Indeed it is.”

She placed the helmet on her head and felt it fasten to her skull. With a few turns of her head, she made sure she could move freely. She had dropped the outer cape and currently left the hood down. As she ran a hand over the midriff of her cuirass, she felt the tsaisibola as it tightened around her waist like a belt, blending in with her gear.

 

[Veptus Shravus]

Location: Riverside-Near large emplacement
Allies: [member="Darth Rapax"], Krayzen Dratos
Enemies:[member="Léon"]
Veptus cursed as he saw the flaring of energy shields. He closed the difference between him and the Republic merc, then tried to perform a feint with his sniper. He pretended to attempt a club at [member="Léon"]'s head, although the real attack would come from below.

Veptus spun around and tried to sweep the merc's legs out from under him and knock him off balance. Veptus then got back up and tried to punch the swordsman in the ribcage.

 

[Rapax]

Location: Overwatching the greater battle.
Enemies: [member="Léon"]
Allies: [member="Krayzen Dratos"] @Veptus Shravus
Side: OS
Duel: Public
Gear: Is in the bio

His blow was redirected but thankfully for him the armor was thick enough to absorb the kick and the personal shield was set to deliver a shock to Leon when he made contact. He chuckled a little and went at his side with his other blade, Rapax noticed the shield flicker from a shot at the frame..so another has joined his battle this will be interesting indeed. He noticed Krayzens attack yet continued his attack towards him he was wanting that nutrient frame gone...with it gone this battle with be alot easier but not as fun sadly but he was here to destroy not play around with his enemies there was other times where he can toy with his prey but this was not one of those days.

 

[Dimitri Vargas]

Location: En route to the planet's surface
Duel: Private
Allies:
· The One Sith
Enemies:
· Galactic Republic
Gear:
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/77422-one-sith-infantry-armour/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/36019-infantry-blaster/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/11423-bti-eou-power-cell-plug-n-fire/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/81244-gs-grenade/
Lightsaber

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Dimitri strapped himself in and closed his eyes. He wanted rest. No he needed it. They had been hammering the battalion with hologram presentations since the operation was announced, and there hadn’t been a day where Dimitri could just relax and unwind. It was always one thing after another in the Titan Battalion. If they weren’t waking up early for morning PT, they were staying late for ridiculous details. He couldn’t believe people signed up for this, hell, he couldn’t believe he did. But that was the price he had to pay for his goals.

He had a reason to be here. The question was why were the others here? He listened to them as they spoke, and he still couldn’t understand it. They spoke of war like it was going to be fun, or they were going to transform into something larger-than-life hero, but war wasn’t like that. There were no heroes. There was no crazy lone wolf turning the tides of battle.

War was about the small things. It was always the small things that got people killed. Forgetting to pack that extra clip of ammo. Forgetting to top off on water. Forgetting to double-check, triple-check, no quadruple check to make sure battery pack was in order.

It was always the little things you had to pay attention to if you wanted to survive.

He opened his eyes and stared at his hands and wondered if he was still doing the right thing. If he was still on the right path.

He would have to kill the Jedi tomorrow. He would have kill his own.

But this wasn’t his fault it was theirs, he thought. They should have been strong enough to resist this evil without him having to resort to such desperation to save the galaxy. Now they would only serve as the stepping stones that would pave his way to rank.

He closed his eyes again, and told his body to rest for the coming storm that was on the horizon tomorrow. He had a feeling that he would be thoroughly tested.

 

[Aver Brand]

Location: Research facility
Objective: Get some fresh air
Allies: [member="Loray Tares"] | OS
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | GR
Collateral damage/Innocent bystanders: [member="Iestyn Nova"] | [member="Veronika Nova"]
Gear in bio
Public

https://youtu.be/RznWJUkwXEM
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With the scream of cooling flames still dancing along the scarred hull - Thank you, atmospheric reentry - a smallish vessel ground to a stop in the biggest garden of what looked to be an old research facility, if you happened to be looking.

Aver Brand wasn’t. She was rather busy with kicking down the stuck door and trying to restrain excessive violence in doing so, which was a feat she couldn’t always pull off. (Several deep dents in the rusted metal could attest to that.) In any case, the woman eventually succeeded and stepped out of the shuttle, taking in her surroundings properly for the first time.

There was an old glass dome above her, which meant it was mostly the iron supports and bits of broken glass jutting out on the sides occasionally. A tired light filtered down through the gaping hole in the middle of it, splintered into bits of a rainbow by the cracked facets of the glass. It trickled steadily though the army of dust motes swirling in the air until it finally poured over the ship and the immediate foliage, painting a circle of light - if the circle had been executed by a five year old - on the floor of the powered-down station.

The Equalizer frowned at the flowers to her left as if they might attack her any moment. Maybe they would. Who knew what used to go on here? She leveled the same suspicious gaze at the crumbling walls of the facility, searching them for any kind of clue in that direction.

No dice.

“I’m gonna take a look around here,” she informed her companion inside the ship though their encrypted comlink. “Maybe I can find something useful.” A piece of forgotten research, or technology, or some mutated species created at the hands of a mad scientist… or maybe she just wanted to stretch her legs.

Force, she hated space.

“Rendezvous in ten. Don’t have too much fun without me.”

She brought up her datalogger interface for a moment and punched in a few choices, closing it down a second later. In rapid succession, two things happened. Firstly, the towering warrior lost several inches and much of her intimidating stance; and secondly, her armor took on every bit of the class and style that was worn by the Republic. Ten years of constant close quarters fighting had burned their colors and insignia irreparably into her mind, and even if she'd wanted to, she couldn't erase them. Loading the look into the holographic disguise matrix had been a piece of cake, given her amount of experience.

With her conversion to a two-bit mook complete, the armored figure rounded a corner, and she was gone.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: PVP District
Objective: Live
Allies: OS
Enemies: GR, [member="Miss Blonde"]

Haytham had already moved. And oh was he moving fast. He let a trickle of the Force run through him, just enough so that he could go through the acrobatics quickly as he left the wall, just as the former cover exploded out into thousands of shards where he had last been. "Oh," he said as he felt a bullet cut across the skin of his cheek and he slid across the ground, but he didn't stop there. Against an opponent like this he was going to have to push himself past his limits... Just to stay alive he thought.

Raising the disruptor pistol, he'd dash off to the side, doing his best to remain as much of a moving target as he fired shot after shot at the medium machine gun. He wanted to destroy it entirely, it would leave him with one less thing to worry about if he could get that run and gunning beast to slow down.

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Location: behind enemy lines in an urban environment (dusk)
Enemy's:[member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Cynthia Garon"] aprox 750 meters away
Allies: [member="Gorteko Graye"]
Equipment: in bio, but know minus the disrptor cannon

Harley missed with her shot, and turned the wall behind her into ash. As she lowered her weapon to her chest, a shot rang out and would of hit her square in the chest, if was not for canon being in the way. None the less the momentum of shot, was enough to knock her down and hit the deck. She looked at her favorite toy as it began to frazzle, one of the blackblade guard then grabbed it and chucked it away. It exploded in mid air and a bright yellow flash, she smiled at the pretty explosion it made, and then she was sad as her toy was destroyed. She was going to make them pay for that, and not in credits or kind but with blood. She then got up and began to to vex of feelings in wade, making herself angry and more emotional, her eyes began to turn Yellow and she was begging to enter a rage. She then began to run towards the sniper, and the guards began to follow her. Her two lightsabers where now in her hands, they where bright red and glorious to look at. She began to pick up speed, as the force moved into her limbs strengthening them, and the rage would help subdue pain.

 

[Julian Viles Priest]

Location: Free Lady
Enemies: [member="Lady Kay"]
Allies: Whom them be?

What else would Julian be doing as the woman walked in but placing his helmet on, and preparing to walk out. It was like perfect timing, and inside his head, he grumbled a bit. Word had reached him that the Sith were preparing to invade, this was his opportune moment to get something done on his own side. Her request was his order, that was how he played his part.

"Yea, gotcha ya'. I mean...if ya' think I need the help today, ya' more than welcome to join me? It's ya' damn ship boss lady, I can't tell ya' where ya can, and can't be."

He laughed as he tried to make it sound like a joke, but was telling the truth. Julian cracked his fingers as he walked passed the woman to head towards the cockpit.

"Where too today boss lady?"

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: The Free Lady (Kay's ship)
Enemies: [member="Julian Viles Priest"]
Allies: None
Side: GR
Duel: Private

Kay smirked as he put on his helmet right as she got there. But he did have odd coloured eyes anyways. "Mustafar. I promised Ultimatum that I'd visit. Shouldn't take us too long to get there." He seemed to be able to handle an easy jump. If anything, Terrac would clamber out of bed to tell him off if he didn't. "Alright. I'll go fix myself some tea and then join you later."

She left the cockpit and walked down the corridor to the kitchen. She had an odd feeling, but couldn't shake it. They were heading to Cartel space, so maybe that was it. Hopefully her ship wasn't going to crash. There was a time before she joined the Republic Senate where it seemed that every transport she was on had crashed. This was her own ship and she was learning all of the nooks and crannies. Lots of places to store some extra tea. With Sith space getting closer to Bakura, there might be a time when she couldn't go there anymore, so she wanted to be sure that she had enough.

A short while later, with tea in hand, Kay returned to the cockpit and sat down in the co-pilot's seat. "Sorry, but I didn't ask. Did you want anything, Jett?"