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

[Zef Halo]

Location: Caross
Objective: Slaughter Republic Defence Forces
Enemies: [member="Arisa Yune"]
Duel: Private
Gear: Post

The Valkyr defensive positions immediately in the what seemed a lounge of the building they were in. Those in the parallel building did the same. It was a much better position than the street for now. Plenty of cover and a good defensive position. Einarr knew they had to pull their enemy out, wherever that enemy was. They had the disadvantage of the street's tight place earlier and with the appearance of these droids, it was far better to enter the buildings and seek cover within its walls.

A twitch in the force and the induced taste of seared flesh made him be sure of the Force User among the ranks of their aggressors. The Valkyr's wolfish grin appeared on his face as he succumbed into her mental attack. War was what Valkyri thrived into and he would show his opponent today. The dark side surged through him as he tapped into the Force and used the opponents mental attacks to attempt to find his exact location. Einarr had nothing to hide no more as he projected an eerie echo through the Force.

T̢͈̹̕͡r̬͚̤͓̠͈e̶̖̗̬m̸̫͕̯̝̺ḅ̥̺́́͠l̷̦̠̺̼̯͚͈̗ȩ̜͇̟̦̙̖̫́.͏͔͓̻̥̯̻̯.̢̻͎​

B͎̖e̻͍͖̹̙͠ ̛̝̘͓̮ͅa͏̭͍̹̳̘̙̜̤͜f̧҉̨̬̘̪͙̲̭r͙̹͎̭ḁ̘̘͙͇͇̹͈͘͟ͅį̝͞d̷̢̫͚̞̙͙​

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Y̵̲͇o̢҉͏͖u̵̡͏͔̹̦͚̖ͅ ̟͓̳̠͎̤͝w̷̻͟ͅi̹̻̺̲ͅl͇̠͎̼̤l̯̯̘̣͎ͅ ̶̩̘̖̖͇͖d̨̦̺̜̘í̺͉͈̲̱̗̩͠͝e̛̗̰̖̘͍̱͙ ̧̘̼̪̟̫͚͢͠h͉̱͈̤̤̦̦̕͞e͍͖̺ŕ͏̥ḛ̙͙̰̘̻̗͝ͅ​

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Einarr could proceed with the mind games as abruptly armored sentients had popped infront of them from the street, throwing grenades. Those closer to the front had jumped back from the grenades safely while those at a safer distance within the lounge had launched fire upon the sentients. The five of Warscream's nine from the building across had opened fire as well at the back of the troopers.

A shockwave from behind took his attention as at the other end of the building similair troopers had deployed apparently throwing a grenade in that did no damage it seemed but the two of the Valkyr that were previously firing had reported that their shields had gone down.

"Get to cover now, have nothing behind you that could be exploited." Einarr ordered in Valkyrian through the comms of the men. "Let them come."

 

[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

Finally, Xavka reveled in dark enjoyment within his mind, he had come across a being that was worthy of being labelled his prey. Rather than standing her ground and accepting that, at that specific moment, he held the advantage, rather than ignoring what had been her original objective before he had intruded upon her journey, she had turned tail and ran, putting substantial distance between the two of them before a branch was compressed strongly beneath Xavka's cybernetic grip as he swung his weight around with the branch as the center of his pivot and he began to chase after the ashen hair woman, keeping to the trees even though his target know that he had made himself scarce within the sparse leaves that fought to exist upon barely born trees.

A feral, dark grin stretched Xavka dry and sand scarred lips, a remnant of his time spent within the deserts of Iridonia, exposing the rows of pointed teeth that spoke of the carnivorous nature of the Zabrak species, as he sped across the tree line, pursuing after his prey. The crescendo of the thrill of the Hunt wasn't declining as it previously had, instead the crescendo was currently never ending, the peak of it continuing to grow higher and higher. And as the crescendo continued to rise, so did the burning, all consumed thrill of the chase, scorching within his blood as it pounded through his veins.

Putting on a burst of Force empowered speed, Xavka began to lessen the distance between he and his prey, lone, burnt orange eye bisected by a slitted pupil burning with the rushing Darkness as it began to surge through his body once more. Beyond the surface of the physical world and within the intangible plain that was the realm the Force inhabited, Xavka's Presence began to become more and more obvious as he lessened the restraints he held against his aura. As the mental chains slackened and his imprint within the Force became clearer, Xavka's intentions and emotions could begin to be felt, the eagerness of the hunt and all consuming primal enjoyment that began to eat away at his sentience more and more. However, beyond the wildness that saturated his Presence, behind the barely controlled feral instincts, Xavka's sharp mind continued to churn.

One did not survive on iridonia by being an idiot, in fact, such an insult had lead to death matches between two or more parties. No, if one was an idiot, they were left to be consumed by the gaping greed of the dessert, just as nature intended. Nor did one survive by allowing their instincts to rule their actions at the drop of the hat, reveling in the viscous inner darkness present within the majority of Zabrak. One had to remain in control and always alert to whether the Plains and emerge alive and much stronger. As such, even while, on the surface, Xavka was descending into beast hood, the grey haired Zabrak continued to plot. Even as his Presence was able to be felt, even as a small spectrum of emotions could be perceived, his thoughts remained clouded. Xavka's goal in all of this: to misdirect his prey and make her assume that Xavka was currently without forethought.

Drawing close to his ashen haired prey, Xavka reached into his robes and, with the soft ring of metal against wood ringing in his ears above the sound of rushing wind and the steadily growing roar of the ever approaching waterfall, Xavka withdrew his sword, a Force Imbued Dao, from its sheath; grasping it in his cybernetic hand. Shifting his grip against the hilt, Xavka took aim before launching the sword forwards, the motors within his arm whirring loudly as the highest possible amount of force was put behind the throw, sending the lovingly sharpened and polished tip of the sword streaming through the air, aiming to have it fly just above the female's left shoulder, seeking to distract not harm nor kill.

At the same moment, a burst of Force would come from Xavka. His hope was that when his target felt such a burst and witnessed or sensed the speed of his throw, she would assume that he had augmented the throw with a telekinetic pulse, which had increased the speed at the loss of accuracy, and not realised what he had truly done. Within that burst a seed of mentalism existed and it would latch onto the mind of the female, burying deep within her psyche, where it would take root. From that seed a passive illusion would be borne into existence, it would not weaken the female in any form, instead, all the illusion would do was create a copy of Xavka himself, a fake copy that would mimic every move Xavka made to perfection and would even exist within the exact same space as Xavka. And, for now, as Xavka continued to close the gap, that is all it would do, remain passive and wait for Xavka to strike.

 

[Elaine Thul]

The Enemy: [member="Darth Vornskr"] and [member="Darth Prazutis"]
My Ally: [member="Aedan Miles"]
Gear: H.T.E. Dueling Armour and a lightsaber

She saw him and he was a Zambrano, she could never forget there stench. The house was serried into her mind, after one them had fun with her after Alderaan. She hated them with a vengeance, and thanks to them she still nightmares, nightmares of glitter. She could still see into the abyss of it's mouth, and it warm breath on her body. The Hate and the Anger began to swell in her, as she saw them, today she may extract revenge or die trying. She shouted to her men ON ME, AND CHARGE! They cut through the guards, though at heavy price.

As she closed on him, she shouted again HE IS MINE! Her eyes where now YELLOW, and veins to side of them began to blue as she delved into darkside of the force. She killed one of own men accidentally as she rushed him, she had clipped the back helmet with her lightsaber, she never noticed due to the sheer hatred that was in her for sith and there ilk. As she closed with her Pink Lightsaber, she fired bolt of lighting at him. The blue flash came her hand straight at him, as it did she got closer in hopes to run through with her lightsaber......

 

[Julian Viles Priest]

Enemies:[member="Lady Kay"]
Allies: N/a
Location: Free Lady

Julian nodded with each word she spoke, watching the hyperspace lines streak past them, it had a sense of beauty to it. Whatever Kay had been, it still stuck to her. She was a very caring person, but with it...came a naive sense of justice. The Mandalorian turned the chair he sat in, and looked at her as she further spoke on the man. So..a veteran of war. Of course. He kicked his feet up on her seat, spun her so she faced him, and pulled out his two blaster pistols. It was so sudden, he knew, that it was best to give her sometime to understand the situation. With one hand, he removed his helmet, his eyes shifted from violet, to red as he drew on the darkside. His blood red hair fell to the side of his face, and a smile stitched to his lips.

"Lady Kay, allow me to introduce myself. Julian Viles Priest."

His eyes gave off a sense of...primal violence.

"I've waited a long time for this. Move, and I shoot. Shout, and I shoot. You cry, and I shoot the green monster you have running around here. Do you understand me?"

 

[Kay-Larr]

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

At first she didn't know what to think. She had no bounties on her that she was aware of. So what in the Force was he doing? Kay clenched her jaw, feeling the coldness in the air as he drew on the Darkside. She didn't move. Getting shot right now wasn't her best option. His real name was not one that she quite knew, though there may have been a rumour going around about a Priest clan or....something. She couldn't remember. And little green monster? He must be talking about her Gwaii Cat.

Kay tightened her grip on her tea cup and narrowed her eyes slightly, more angry at herself than him. She got played. Her trusting nature allowed this Darksider to infiltrate her ship. He probably worked for Ferus. But she wasn't sure. She also didn't know if he was aware of her own skills in the Force. Time to learn more about her situation. "Waited a long time for what? We're not going to Mustafar, are we?...My big bounty had already been claimed. I have not been in the Republic's government payroll for many months, so if it's intel that you're after, I have nothing to give that isn't already old news."

 

[Soeht]

The Margrave’s Betrayal​

Submission

There was no plan from the Republic. The Margrave was alone. Abandoned.

As the Force wracked the Margrave’s body, red arcs of lightning extended from Soeht’s hand to the Margrave. Boundless energy moved from Soeht to Ortromo. It was reshaping his mind and body on the inside. Tendrils of flesh extended from the cauterized wound.

“You a̡re͟ ̡m̢in͝e͘.̸ ͘Seŕv͝ańt̕.͝ S͢l̀ave͢. ͠W̢ea͡pon҉.̨ ̶A̡n҉d̢ ̕ýo͘u̢ ͡w͏íl̨l̢ ̕o̴be̛y͏…” Soeht proclaimed.

The Sith Guards stood witness to the ritual unfold. As a blood red light illuminated the inside of the cave, Mrrova began to stir. Her eyes slowly opened to see her mate being tortured and turned.

Mrrova’s voice was weak as she stretched a hand out to her mate.

“No…”

[ continued ]

 

[Veronika Nova]

Location: Research facility
Objective: Prep the ship for evacuation
Lifemate struggling through Red Day : [member="Iestyn Nova"]
The big baddies fighting nearby : [member="Aver Brand"] [member="Loray Tares"] | OS [member="Keira Ticon"] | GR

Veronika did not understand how humans were able to take it. How they could stand the sensation of clothing against their sensitive skin and be able to think straight. It was difficult. Truth be told, the Lovalla wasn't about to focus too much on modesty as much as what was available and practical. Practical being tugging a thin shift that slipped over her head and hung over her body much like a chemise. There was no shape to it, but when it settled over her curvature, it did nothing but pronounce the stark vibrancy of her colorshifting stripes and mottling of her skin.

Iestyn wasn't the only one who had to struggle to focus. Not even the whine of TIE aircraft sweeping overhead managed to dampen the biological dependency. Female Lovalla... after all, weren't the paragons of patience and virtue when blazing their crimson hues. Iestyn had barely managed to walk out of the door before Veronika's hand managed to catch him by the arm. This was the part where things seemed hot and cold. One where she gave directions and on the other where she completely contradicted them.

Female Lovalla were generally larger than the males, as they were sexually dimorphic. They were generally taller, heavier, and brighter in the plumage. This was just an evolutionary feature, one that came along with it a rather.. forward personality when it came to interacting with other females and marking their would be territory. Veronika didn't mean to be rough, but the solid thump as Iestyn's back hit the bulkhead suggested that she used a bit more strength than she intended. Granted, by then, there was little doubt that the Professor would complain. Not with the way his life mate was currently distracting the sting by keeping his mouth busy.

The evacuation might not go as smoothly as planned.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location: Some hangar
Enemies: [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Gear: In sig

[media]https://youtu.be/E7i3gppFi98[/media]​

The steps taken were light yet to Mantic they seemed to echo in the vastness of the hangar bay. There was a sense of desolation and infity to the scene that was held up by the raw metal structure of the room and emphasized by the lack of life near by.

Mantic had made his way into the area leaving his ship behind. Something told him to go back and relocate. Yet he remained, set to learn what had happened here.

It was now he sensed the presence of [member="Vilaz Munin"] approaching. There was so much hatred in the man. They had never met but by the looks Mantic assumed it was a Mandalorian warrior exiting one of the doors leading into the hangar.
That hatred was set to destroy, to see its own justice whatever it was. The mandalorian moved like one of the old clan, he was not setting up an ambush, nor having a moutful of threats spewing over the field. Mantic halted, having no illusions that he could or should hide from the man. Soemthing told him that this man, whatever his reasons for signing up with the sith were, would honor his contract with them and not relent due to debate. The Mandalorians had been honorable allies of the Republic and Mantic had fought side by side with several of them in the past. He knew that while they did not see themselves as good or evil, most of them held honor higher then life itself.

Mantic stepped forth out into the open, removed his cloak and Instead inclined his head toward his enemy.

His green lightsaber lit up, a jedi way to show that he was ready to take a life if it was necessary.

The hangar was large enough for the Mandalorian to try and take advantage of the distance should he choose to and Mantic was prepared to defend himself from ranged attacks although his mind was set on ways to close the gap between them. Mean while he started to build up the force within him, to strengthen his chances in the expected battle.

There was however still a chance that there would be no fight and the jedi did not attack on sight. Instead he gave his opponent the time needed to make the first move.

 

[Iestyn Nova]

Location: Research facility
Objective: Prep the ship for evacuation
Lifemate struggling through Red Day : [member="Veronika Nova"]
The big baddies fighting nearby : [member="Aver Brand"] [member="Loray Tares"] | OS [member="Keira Ticon"] | GR

His mottling flashed lime green in shock as he was pressed back. Iestyn’s surprised “oh” and moan of protest turned into a very different kind of noise. That soft growl between stolen kisses was a threat. A threat it seemed one he might not get the opportunity to carry out, but he couldn’t help himself. His eyes caught the subtle shifts in hues that spread across her skin with each touch.

He froze at the sound of a blaster. Stripes slowly shifting to a pale yellow. Pulling away from her lips with his own faintly trembling, he mumbled a series of Lovalla curses under his breath, interspersed with several complaints about what – specifically – they should be doing right now.

Wrapping his fingers around her forearm he pulled her hand away from him. She was stronger than him and didn’t seem all that keen on taking his lead.

“Veronika,” he said softly. Another round of blaster fire followed and her violet eyes snapped open. “We’ve…” oh his heart was thumping so quickly. Fear started even more chemicals surging through his veins, adding to the mix that was already making it so difficult to concentrate. Just an hour later and they would have been through the worst – or best – of this day and been able to function properly.

They needed to get over to the facility, help the others load up the samples and data back onto the ship. But if there were already forces here perhaps they needed to just keep their heads down.
“Should we go over there, or tell the others to just run?”

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlO850pLX5s​

Location: Somewhere, 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

The Sith Lord's blade cut through empty air, a hair shy of colliding with Prazutis' own weapon. His eyes followed the lightning fast movements of Aedan Miles as he twirled away from them, holding his ground against a wall ridden with scorch marks and a web-work of cracks that compromised the overall fortitude of the stone. He turned to face Miles, his lightsabers humming in grotesque unison as he idly twirled them through the air. "You're so right." He said after a moment, his voice augmented by the the mouth apparatus of his helmet to add an underlying mechanical baritone to his already gravely voice which made it audible even above the cacophony of battle that rang out through the air like the choir of hell. "My apprentice possesses enough power to destroy little grubs like yourself, so I'll let him destroy you."

"HE IS MINE!"

The sound rang out across the empty courtyard followed shortly by the sound of boots on stone from behind the trio. "For I have other maggots to crush underfoot." He deactivated the lightsaber held in his left hand, and clipped it to his belt as he turned around to face the newcomer; a small girl who couldn't possibly be even out of her teenage years wielding a pink lightsaber, charging towards him with reckless abandon that almost gave the gargantuan Sith Lord pause.

Almost.

He raised his left hand with his fingers straight and his palm thrust out as the girl discharged veins of blue lightning from her own hands towards him, and as they arced through the air to strike him they were suddenly pulled down to his left hand and harmlessly absorbed through the rudimentary skill of Tutaminis. However; that energy would not stay stored for long as Vornskr repaid the smaller woman in kind as his curled his fingers into talons and discharged lightning of his own directly at her with enough power behind it that even the faintest stray bolt was enough to shatter stone.

 

[Ax'no]

Location: Entering the battle
Enemies: [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]
Allies: [member="Krayzen Dratos"] [member="Veptus Shravus"] [member="Darth Rapax"]
Side: OS
Duel: Public
Gear: Sith Infantry Armor MK II Lightsaber, Standard vibrodagger

Following the One Sith designated space lane through the atmosphere, The Spectre landed quietly on Togoria, while battles raged only a mile or two away. Its only pilot and passenger was the Priestess of Iktotch, Briga Tiin in a suit of Standard One Sith Infantry armor. In order to accommodate her sleek grey-black horns, she had fashioned some makeshift holes in the helmet. Such a pity to lose her horns in her first direct engagement with the Galactic Republic, but they were made of keratin and, while not regenerative, prosthetics could essentially replace them. Still, it made the reality of war more potent, that she would lose a cherished part of, not just her physical body, but the almost spiritual part of being a Caprine. A crimson colored light-saber was hooked on her utility belt, along with a vibrodagger for close-contact slicing if she became too entangled with her enemy.

Making telepathic contact with Darth Rapax, a one-time teacher to the Sith Inquisitor, she announced, “I’m heading to your location. What’s the situation and where do you need me?” In the distance, she noticed a Republic dropship crashing, adding to the chaotic turmoil of the battlefield. Smoke rose from the vessel obscuring her vision, but she continued on foot. Briga wasn’t a warrior by any means – she was a Priestess and Sorceress – but Togoria would be a test of her combat training under Darth Prazutis, Director of Intelligence. Hopefully she’d be able to fight off the line of whoever survived from the nearby dropship.

 

[Miss Blonde]

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

"Very well then." The helmet's voice modifier kicked back on and it was clear that the dark side had a greater hold on this child than thought.

So that left her with one option, kill him. With that now evident the woman wouldn't have too much problems with him, wasn't all that powerful from what she felt through the force and it wouldn't take her too long to dispose of him. Tightening her grip on Hush the woman stepped forward and used her augmented strength to bring the blade back for a strike.

The bad thing about the power armor was she was slower than this guy and that certainly sucked, however being made of thick beskar plate he could slam that Lightsaber against it all day and nothing would get done. She'd use that to her advantage. Bringing the blade in side ways for a cleaving strike the woman aimed to cut across the kid's chest and damage him. After that she'd follow up with a flurry of strikes that would keep her on the offensive.

The idea was to keep pushing the attack and keep the sith on the defensive. She'd be able to take most hits that come her way from the Lightsaber or disrupter but she needed to keep him pushing backwards to eventually overwhelm then go in for the kill. Power armor was great for maintaining stamina and that's what she had to do, run him out.

 

[Rapax]

Location: On the field
Enemies: @Jaccer Ramirez
Allies: [member="Krayzen Dratos"] [member="Veptus Shravus"] [member="Briga Tiin"]
Side: OS
Duel: Public
Gear: In bio.

He could feel his force connection spark back to life after he defeated the mercenary he was already fighting. He heard [member="Briga Tiin"]'s voice in his head telling him she was on the way and wanted to know what there was to do, He sensed around for any new enemys and found [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] attacking [member="Veptus Shravus"]. He informed the arriving Briga of this and to try and bring him down to him if possible. While he waited he sent several blasts of flame into the forestation setting fire to it ....leaving Jaccer with little hiding places for long periods of time and prepared for the inevitable counter attack.

 

[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;


Alyona knew mental manipulation when she saw it, the hallmarks were clear; the increased focus and sense of willpower that builds within the Force. Bolstering her mind and throwing up mental barriers was a skill Alyona was well practiced at; it helped maintain her emotional center in moments of conflict. Unfortunately, she did not see this attack coming, she merely saw the result of it. The thrown blade did not trip Alyona's passive danger senses; it was not thrown with the purpose of harming and as such Alyona's Force-augmented alarms did not alert her to it. She distinctly heard the metal strike the earth some meters to her side, yet this only spurred her to continue moving forward. What came next, however, worked to Alyona's advantage even as it benefited her attacker by attaching an illusion to her knowledge of his existence: It told her where he was.
The image flashed through her mind even as her danger sense spiked. Her attacker was a Zabrak male, red-skinned, well-toned. He wore dark threads and minimal equipment, and moved through the trees with the ease of an arboreal beast. One of his limbs was cybernetic, with metal-tipped phalanges that mimicked the claws of his kind. The horns adorning his head were as sharp as razors, and strong. Alyona gleaned his mentality momentarily as well, before it shifted and changed. He was consciously focused, but emotionally feral; a monster trapped within the mind of a man.
She knew where he was now, and she knew how to best him. Hunters followed certain rules that gave them an advantage over their prey; Alyona would not succeed in defeating this foe if she too acted the part of predator. Instead, she needed to be prey. Weak prey gave control of the hunt to the hunter, but intelligent prey used the methods of the predator to control the hunt themselves. This became Alyona's intention as she deviated from the natural slope of the valley to the West, toward the river that ran along the base of the bluffs. The falls roared in the distance, Alyona could hear them as she continued running through the thickening woods, away from the ash-ridden waste that was the valley slope and into the canyon.
As she closed her mind off from the Force, hiding her immediate presence, Alyona scoured her mind for knowledge of the Zabrak, finding a wealth of information tucked within her perfect memory. They enjoyed heightened physical senses compared to most other humanoids, and their homeworld was a harsh landscape that allowed only the strong to survive. She knew not her attacker's upbringing, but the feral sense within his mind told her he likely lived there most of his life. He would be able to smell her, see her, hear her, without aid of the Force, from a great distance. She would use this against him. Zabrak also had two hearts, she remembered, and their horns were used for impaling prey. Alyona's heart pounded with excitement as the Echani within her began to relish the thought of the coming hunt.
Soon, the riverbank was within reach; a large, sloped boulder jutted out into the water at a bend in the river. The water was murky, greenish-brown with algae and sediment. Aquatic life was seen and heard and felt up and down the river's banks. The nearest waterfall was some distance North, just under a kilometer away. Alyona bolted for the bank as the trees thinned, cutting through the underbrush and running swiftly up the slope of the boulder. She quickly threw herself off of its edge, bringing her hands together over her head and dove into the water. Only upon reaching the bottom, some 10 meters down did the Jedi draw her rebreather, place it in her mouth, and begin to swim North.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Research facility
Objective: Showdown
Allies: GR
Enemies: [member="Aver Brand"], OS
Duel: Public
Gear: In signature

Silence. So much for a battlefield never being quiet. No moves were made after those two shots rang out, both proving ineffective, not that Keira had expected a hit. Anyone who dared to involve themselves in such a large-scale war wouldn't be brought down by nothing more than two shots from a slugthrower, and besides, that would have made things boring. As much as she had improved over the years insofar as her general mindset, nothing would quite be able to change the thrill obtained from combat. This would always be where she would feel most at home. Her relaxed pace as she began to close the gap between herself and her opponent spoke to this, her hand shifting, saber hilt snapping into her palm.

Without warning, speed augmented with the Force, she rushed the other woman, saber poised to strike. At the last second, however, she shifted to the side just enough that she wouldn't make contact with her adversary, though her blade still flashed out towards her side. It was a common tactic she had utilized a handful of times in the past, once again meant to test the mettle of the one she would be facing, though through far more physical means than the last. Perhaps this would garner a retaliation of some sort, otherwise she would simply have to get more creative. And she didn't have a problem with that in the least.

 

[Aver Brand]

Location: Research facility
Objective: Showdown
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/v2AC41dglnM


And then came the moment she’d been preparing for ever since the door had snapped closed. The smashed tanks, the exposed wiring… all building up to this very instant.

She was ready.

The second her foe’s boots came in contact with the liquid, Aver acted. The Force she’d wrapped around the shredded circuitry hanging from the terminal twitched, her grip pressing it straight into the puddle of water.

Sith Lightning, you say? Sith Lightning was for losers (and those that knew how to create it, but never you mind). Fighters like Aver; underhanded, resourceful and, above all, shameless fighters… they didn’t believe in taxing themselves when there were alternate routes to the same result. Arguably, even, a better result.

Oh, efficiency. So dear to her heart.

She could scarcely wait to witness what sort of havoc electricity would wreak on metal-encased flesh. Maybe she’ll be having steak tonight?

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Enemy: [member="Cynthia Garon"] and @grayraxis
Ally: [member="Gorteko Graye"]
Eq: in boi minus disruptor cannon

She looked at the man who talked to her, but offered no reply, her body was entering at state of rage. She began running towards the woman who shot her cannon, and moving as quick she could, to avoid the incoming shot gun blast, though for know they were not effective, as she was still five hundred meters away. She then jumped through windows of burnt out buildings, that Zambranos forces, had destroyed. She was going to teach this girl, that she fish out of water here, and she was going to batter for it. As she got closer she ready herself for the final leap at her opponent, though she had now gone into a full blown rage. The wounds she was about to receive would not be felt till she had calmed down.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Allies: OS
Enemies: [member="Miss Blonde"]

When she had started to bring the blade black, the emerald beam in his hand had finished igniting in his hand and he took a simple step back to avoid the cleaving strike that would've otherwise slashed across his chest. But he already knew with that easy movement she'd continue to press the offensive since they fight had started with him on the back foot. Besides, it's what he would've done in her position anyway.

The flurry of strikes certainly weren't as fast as his opponent would've liked of course, but that was only because of the heavy armour she wore. Of course he knew he wouldn't be melting through it that quickly, but he'd continue to maneuver his lightsabre anyway that he had to, his grey eyes tracking the fast pace of her blade arm.

Angling his last block to be a deflection, he deflected it over his shoulder and took a half step into her guard to slash across the front of the knee joints in the armour.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Caross
Objective: Aid Republic Forces (Kill Sith)
Enemies: [member="Einarr Warscream"] (Private)
Allies: None
Equipment: See Intro Post

Unsurprisingly, she received a fair amount of kickback from her target, but she remained resolute in the face counter-strike. In their brief tussle of wills, she found herself at parity with them. Probably an acoylte or junior knight then. With that knowledge in hand, she broke off her psychic attack as she used her opponent as focal point for sensing the bodies nearby. Both sections had clustered into an area within their respective buildings. Either the Sith Squad was too afraid to venture out with the Dragoons and droids overhead, or they were more confident in their chances trying to draw her forces in for CQB.

If they felt any sense of security within those walls, she was about to rob it from them. She swapped out her dust mag for her vibro-flechettes as she issued new orders to her grenadiers:

"On my command, hit the roof and second floor of your buildings with a single thermal detonator. Follow up with another round of ion grenades through the second floor."

She the pulled two Harvesters from orbit through her Wasp feed, having them reposition directly above the rooftoops, high enough to avoid the blast radius of the coming grenade launch.

The blast radius of the thermal detonators through the second floors should have been enough to cover two floors, and send flaming bits down upon the enemy, while the destruction of the roof would pave the way for the Harvesters to rain blaster fire down into the interiors. Meanwhile, more ion grenades would serve to cripple them in responding, if they weren't already messed up from everything else.

"Now," she ordered when she saw the two Harvesters in position. She jumped up from cover and began bounding over the rooftoops by rocket jump and the Force, her two Harvester protectors following close behind.

As before, the Dragoons cooked their grenades throwing them in a parallel set of synchronized attacks on the roofs and second floors. They readied up ion grenades for follow up while the Harvesters were primed for firing.

Summary of actions:

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*Arisa ends her psychic attack.
*Per her order, the grenadiers throw out cooked thermal detonators to level both the roof and second floors of the two buildings occupied by Einarr and his men. By the end of the post, they are in the midst of preparing to follow up with ion grenades through the second floors.
*At the same time, Arisa is on the move toward Einarr's position.
*The sniper is still setting up.

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[cheshire_kitty]

Location: One Sith Inquisition Shuttle
Enemies: [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]
Allies: [member="Briga Tiin"], [member="Darth Rapax"], [member="Krayzen Dratos"], [member="Veptus Shravus"]
Duel: Public
Gear: In signature minue the hairstick and whip.

Annaliese glared at the supervising Inquisitor who sat across from her annoyed he was not her beloved Reinhard. Apparently her love had something to attend to first and may join her on the battlefield later which left the Zambrano bastard feeling rather disappointed. With a sigh, Annaliese looked out of the window bored as the shuttle approached the drop off point, a short distance away from the battle. "We have arrived at the location!" A voice called from the cockpit alerting the two Inquisitors.

"Let's go Annaliese!" her supervising Inquisitor ordered her which consequently offended her.

"Lady Zambrano." Annaliese corrected the man icily. "You do not have the privilege of addressing me by first name. This is your first and only warning." Then, without much of another glance at the man, she jumped out of the shuttle and with assistance from the force, slowed her descent to the surface of the planet.

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