Operation Downfall: Carida [One Sith vs. Republic]

[Allyson Locke]

TODO: Send [member="Anaya Fen"] Home / or to Chaos
Allies: [member="Ashin Varanin"] , [member="Jared Ovmar"] , [member="Alen Na'Varro"]
Enemies: Anaya Fen


Outbid? That was an odd way of putting things. Spencer thought quietly to herself as she listened to the two bicker. It was a sad thought really, poor Anaya being outbid by a nubile teenage girl who was afraid of her own shadow. Alen arrived and Spencer tensed slightly, but what really made her nearly go over the edge was Jared's appearance. Why was he here? Looking at him, she remained behind Ashin. The woman was more than enough protection which again she asked herself why Jared was here. Holding her breath she nodded as he spoke to her, his silly pet name for her which usually made her smile, but instead she waited for the betrayal.

He offered the pineapple and she blinked, nodding slightly she reached out for a piece. From the corner of her eye she watched as Anaya gathered the broken glass from her trip through the building. The ball shot forward threatening to take out more than just Ashin. Thinking quickly, Spencer turned from the tropical fruit and a force barrier manifested itself in front of the Fringe allies. It was her job to protect, she was the buffer between life and death for her allies. Looking at Anaya, she remained behind Ashin, but not as the scared little girl she usually was.

“Stop this Anaya. You're just going to get yourself in a situation you can't talk your way out of. I might not have given her the galaxy, but I gave her something else. I gave her a home, there are more things in this life than total domination. Material objects and kingdoms are things you can't take with you when you return to the Force.” Spencer paused and remembered a lesson from Moridin of all people. “Even in Chaos, you can't have what you want.”

 

[Louise]

WHERE: Carida City
WHO: [member="Sciath"]
WHY: Casual cafe kidnapping, you know, the usual.

Before her delicious croissant could be delivered the mute found herself being lifted off the ground as if she were a kitten. Was the entire galaxy determined to keep her from pastry? Was warm, buttery, flaky goodness the secret that would unlock the unholy power of Evelynn? Which each denial of brunch this outcome seemed more and more likely. Whoever controls the croissant, controls the universe.

There was a presence. Somewhat familiar and yet, not. Tinged with a hint of omen, a slight dulling of the senses that caused the gaunt woman to tense somewhat. This wasn't any of the rabble from outside. This was somebody else, somebody that she just couldn't quite place a bony finger of dread upon.

Stubborn?

The voice, that splendidly toned bottom. Who are you? Time and life had been cruel upon her mind and memory, dredging up anything coherent was going to be painful at best.

I like to leave them perplexed, she responded, body and soul still aflame from the bleaching effect of Force Light, from the sting of the gimer stick. When you don't fight back, they don't know what to do. It's rather F U N.

The average person might have objected to being lifted up and hauled away, but as most already knew, Evelynn was far from the average person.

Are we going somewhere nice? The creature queried, twisting her head around to catch a glimpse of the back of his head. White hair? Who. Are. You.

 

[Ronan Dyre]

Location: Carida City; turbolift shaft of skyscraper
Objective: Escape Republic and Allied Troops
Allies: Sith
Enemies: [member="Canal Tal'Verda"] and Republic

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...when Ronan heard the turbolift shaft doors explode he'd have instinctively looked up towards the sounds of the explosion and seen a belch of flame extend inwards, inside of the shaft, which caused him to narrow his eyes before beginning to climb down the ladder at a quickened pace to make more room between the breaching entrance and himself. These soldiers were especially determined it seemed like but Ronan wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of apprehending him today. No they'd have to work hard and chase him if they really wanted to see him dead or in their custody. Only the sound of one soldiers voice yelling down the turbolift shaft caused Ronan to pause and look upwards again...

...as he tipped his head backwards to look up the turbolift shaft Ronan would have seen everything that was coming down at him. Some of it would have been destroyed on its way down the shaft colliding with the walls causing it to become relatively harmless or less damaging but not everything. It looked like the troopers were pushing a table down into the elevator shaft which caused Ronan to mutter..."Great."...before he started to hurry down the ladder again. As he descended he would look upwards, tracking the table as it zoomed down in his direction, before hugging himself closer to the ladder and wrapping his arms around it so that if he was struck he'd have a better chance of holding on...

...it worked too. The table would come crashing down, flying down the turbolift shaft, and pass by just behind Ronan who could feel the turbulence of its descent as it went down behind him. He didn't wait, he started climbing down the ladder again afterwards. It wasn't a good idea. He'd seen the table as it flew down the turbolift shaft but he'd missed some of the other objects that followed a short distance behind it. As Ronan began climbing down the elevator shaft he was struck quite soundly from above by something he hadn't seen coming. The Chair had collided with him like a bag of bricks and it knocked him semi loose of the ladder. After he was hit and that blunt pain spiked throughout his body, mostly around his shoulder area and upper back where the chaired hit, Ronan lost his grip and started to fall...

...Ronan flailed a bit as he fell, he hadn't cried out when the chair had struck him but his vision blurred and he felt the throb of pain jolt throughout him, he didn't know how far exactly he did fall either but he managed to reach out and catch the ladder again. It helped he'd fallen straight down and not backwards after the chair had struck him. Tightening his grip on the ladder he'd have regained his footing and started down again. By now Ronan must have only looked like a tiny speck to the men above and likewise if any of them poked their heads out Ronan would look the same to them...

...wherever Ronan was going was a mystery but eventually, as he traveled further down the ladder, he'd have discovered one of the things he was looking for. A junction box, basically a breaker box for this area of the skyscraper. Opening the box Ronan didn't hesitate to smash what was inside which would cause all kinds of havoc such as rendering the turbolifts as nonoperational until the system could be rerouted or repaired and switching the turbolift shaft into emergency lighting making it more difficult for those troopers to see down it...​

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Carida City Starport
Allies: [member="Ilias Nytrau"] [member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Hasjo Hallu"]
Enemies: [member="Hion the Herglic"]
Near by: [member="Darth Janus"] [member="Tahira Solo"]

The First force bellow brought Rosa to a halt midway between the ship and the Starport's centre. Face set, determined not to let these people down she headed towards the noise, leaving Ilias to get the supplies. "I got this." she called back to him, before another burst of force speed carried her away form him. She weaved between rubble ans ships rounding the corner as a second bellow blasted through the air. This one lifted her off her feet and slammed her into the nearest ship hull.

Somewhere at her waist, Turin's voice called out to her. Winded, she pulled the comm link from her belt "I'm alright." she gasped "Ilias and I split. Sith at the front door, I'm heading to welcome him." Rosa finally came across the whale, breathing uncomfortable, but easing up as she approached. She had seen the reports, she knew that this creature had died. Another failure at the Jedi's hands. Reveived, no doubt by a darker and more powerful being, being confronted with a heavily armed Jedi was probably not the best response to him.

She left her saber at her waist and moved forward, glancing towards the metal clad Jedi with a sad look. "Hion!" she called trying to draw his attention "You are better than this!"

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Space, HoC
Objective: Ramming, apparently.
Allies: Republic
Enemies: One Sith


Sarge wasn't even halfway to the bridge when alarm klaxons wailed their screeching warning through the metal corridors of the vessel. An annoyingly calm voice announced that all crew were to brace for impact, and if there was one thing Sarge was not prepared for...

It was impact.

With anything but a wall.

Because that's where he'd wind up considering he was in the dead center of a hallway with nowhere to secure himself.

So he moved to one side of the corridor and grabbed a support as best he could in his hands and waited for the inevitable.

Wherever inevitable had them ramming into.

 

[Ayden Cater]

High Orbit over Carida
On Board the Leviathan
Allies: [member=Popo], [member="Sarge Potteiger"], [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Banshee"], [member="Rexus Drath"], [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Mike Zenima"]

Enemy casualties were mounting, but not fast enough. Two Scythe ships went up in flames, their shields overwhelmed and their hulls sundered from the detonation of heavy warheads against them. Two more had their crossheads smashed to pieces as they flew straight into the projected shield of the Corellia. However the backlash of such incredible force shattered several aligning mirrors, creating a feedback loop that caused the shield generator to explode and set the cruiser adrift. It began to roll to one side as a Victory-class Star Destroyer approached it. They began to pick up their nose in an attempt to go over it before deciding to go under. That split second of indecision came at a price as the bridge tower was unable to clear the powerless cruiser. A large corner of the tower was crushed and ripped away while the cruiser was snapped in two.

Elsewhere, the Protectorate fleet fought ferociously. Clusters of missiles launched in great swarms as enemy fighter groups and capital ships closed in. These lesser missiles would provide dozens of other targets for enemy point defense systems to try and target, leaving the heavier warheads free to rip apart hulls. The Corell recharged its powerful hypervelocity guns and fired point blank into the heart of an approaching Victory-class at the precise moment that a volley of missiles came streaking towards its bow. Normally the particle shields would have shrugged off such a volley, but they had to be brought down for the gun to fire. Though the slug fired true, the bow of the ship was sundered by several missiles before the particle shields could be restored. The damage mangled the ends of the hypervelocity guns; there was no way they would fire again without time in drydock to repair the damage.

The Nomad was firing its guns at full speed. Power was drawn from life support and even the engines to intensify the ship's firepower. While this let it tear into other ships more fiercely, it proved to be a fatal mistake. Her captain looked up in time to spot the Victory-class approaching at full speed. Though the cruiser ordered emergency thrusters and full ahead on the engines, there was too little power to move the ship out of the way. The strike came at the engines; the reinforced mounts that held the engines in place could not hold against the massive weight of a Victory and were torn clean off. This left the Sith cruiser to drift aimlessly, but had gutted the Nomad of its engines.

Despite the mounting casualties, the Protectorate fleet continued to fight with remarkable ferocity and coordination. Thrusters were fired and engines pushed to the red-line to avoid the suicidal Sith while the heavy guns of the Indomitables, Antilles, and the Leviathan continued to fire as often as they could. The other interdictors would find themselves the first targets, though the Leviathan continued to assault the Bakuran Star Destroyer. It was not going to be spared the fury of the Protectorate. They would all go down in flames together if the Sith wished to continue their assault like that. However, a significant portion of the second Sith fleet would find its assault blocked as the Shield of Fondor moved into position and activated its shield. This did not block the heavy guns of the Protectorate's largest ships, but it did prevent many of the others from attacking the second Sith fleet, though this simply meant they were free to rip apart the remains of the first.

Any ships attempting to board would quickly find themselves the target of intense laser fire. The blockade runners swarmed around the Leviathan, attacking anything that came close. If any Sith made the mistake of sitting still, they'd find themselves on the wrong end of a turbolaser barrage. Unfortunately for one Sith ship that dropped its cloak, it would find itself immediately under intense fire as the Sentinel-cruisers had been tracking it and several more cloaked signatures as they approached. Tractor beams were sent out to snatch the still-cloaked ones and hold them in place to be pummeled by quad laser fire while the revealed one would find itself under immediate attack by a dozen G1 fighters and a dozen I2 interceptors.

Ayden looked at the holographic image of the battle and smiled. "Admiral Nai. You have command." With that, he turned and left.

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One Leviathan-class Super Star Defender - Shields at 57% - Targeting Bakuran Star Destroyer (Shara)

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Two Antilles-class Star Defenders
- Sword of Ihaer - Targeting Scythe-class battlecruiser (Shara)
- Osarian Justice - Targeting Bakuran Star Destroyer (Shara)
Two Belsar- class Command Carriers
- Breath of Innehes - Shields at 43%
- Wings of Grace - Shields at 39%
Two Indomitable-class Star Defenders
- Aurelius' Judgement - Shields at 30%, Minor Hull Damage
- Light of Corell - Shields at 19%, Minor Hull Damage
Four Warden-class Heavy Cruisers
- Spirit of Rhommamool - Targeting Scythe-class battlecruiser (Shara)
- Fallen's Burden - Targeting Scythe-class battlecruiser (Shara)
- Redemption - Destroyed
- Endless Vigil - Destroyed
Four Stalwart-class Heavy Cruisers
- Everest - Targeting Scythe-class battlecruiser (Banshee)
- Winter's Night - Disabled
- Nomad's Retreat - Destroyed
- Breaker of Fate - Targeting Scythe-class battlecruiser (Banshee)
Two Sentinel-class Cruisers
- Pillar of Dawn
- Eye of Duihr
Two Shield-class Cruisers
- Shield of Corellia - Disabled
- Shield of Fondor
Ten Blockade Runners
- Nova (Five Corvettes) - Engaging TIE Defenders - One Destroyed
- Nebula (Three Corvettes) - Engaging Sith Starfighters - Two Destroyed
Fleet Total: 25,000 meters

Hanger Craft:
---Twenty-four OS-G1 Fighter Squadrons - Engaging Sith fighters (Banshee)
---Nineteen OS-G2 Fighter Squadrons - Engaging Sith fighters (Banshee)
---Ten OS-B1 Bomber Squadrons - Engaging Sith fighters (Banshee)
---Seven OS-B2 Bomber Squadrons - Engaging Sith fighters (Banshee)
---Eight OS-I1 Interceptor Squadrons - Engaging Sith fighters (Banshee)
---Seven OS-I2 Interceptor Squadrons - Engaging Sith fighters (Banshee)
---Eighty-Four Peregrine Gunships - Engaging Sith fighters (Banshee)
---Forty-Eight Protectorate LAACs
---Thirty-Six Inimica Gunships - Engaging Sith fighters (Banshee)
---One Hundred Four C/T 400s
---Twenty-Four C/T 400cs
---One Hundred Forty-Four M47 Dropships
---Fifty-Six M32 Agrevant Dropships
---Thirty-Six CXR-75 Heavy Dropships
---Sixteen M59 Heavy Dropships

8 Strike Corvettes - Engaging Sith fighters (Banshee)
---Ten OS-G1 Fighter Squadrons - Engaging Sith fighters (Banshee)
---Six OS-G2 Fighter Squadrons - Engaging Sith fighters (Banshee)
---Sixteen Inimica Gunships - Engaging Sith fighters (Banshee)
---Thirty-Two M47 Dropships

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"]

She braced herself, her nimbus flared to greater life, but Spencer's Force barrier stopped the glass cold. It shattered further, and Ashin held it in the palm of her mind's hand without gesture, just outside the shield.

As Spencer finished speaking, the glass shot up in an arcing spray, high above Anaya. She aimed to make it rain, and the telekinetic release was a simple throwing state of mind. The goal was to blanket the area in a downpour of small glass shards, give Anaya some micro-cuts, obscure her sight with blood -- but that was, in combat terms, sort of a best-case scenario. Anaya Fen was almost certainly capable of handling the glass rain. No, the point of the glass rain was to get Anaya to shield herself against the downpour and whatever secondary attack she might have expected from Ashin. The rain was broad enough that just leaping free might not work.

In other words, the goal was to get Anaya to stay in one spot while Ashin limped forward as quick as she could manage, gimer stick raised. Falling glass shards sloughed off her faint nimbus of body-shielding.

 

[Talon Vosra]

LOCATION: Plateau near Cardia Academy
OBJECTIVE: Defend the Plateau
ALLIES: [member="Ki'an Karr"] @Vala Melina [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Isolda"] (Internally) [member="Racket"] (externally)

The smell of chared Ozone filled the air of the Plateau. Weapons and in some cases body parts were severed in defense of the Academy. It was clear the Sith would stop at nothing to assault the Republic and its people, but as the strong assaulted the weak so to would Talon defend them. Emerald eyes watched on as the last drop ship made a soft landing spewing out its cargo of troopers. They would hold the lines. They would not fall.

"Ki'an, Vala, Tugoro!" Talon called out to encourage, "well done stay together hold the Line."

He felt the Sith woman delve into his mind he attention not directed at him yet but the feeling of her so close was impossible to ignore. The Mark on his face began to burn as it had when it was first given and images of the woman's wicked face drifted across his mind. A swing of his blade came to slow and a blaster bolt struck his left thigh. He winced in pain but recovered his rhythm and continued on.

<I'll come for you yet, Witch.> he said knowing she would hear him at this proximity.

As he thought the message the ship of the unknown Sith associate (Racket) shot in and fired on the Academy and some ships...and Talon's crew.

"Blast." Talon thought as he watched the missiles strike.

Fighters from the Academy came around. The professional flight instructors wasted no time and aimed laser cannons at the assault vessel. Talon looked on as an AA gun began picking off out going dropships. Soon the assault ship that was obviously piloted by a formidable pilot and gunner would be facing the AA guns and the fighter pilots that had taken off just before his attack run. Talon didn't doubt the person was a match for the pilots but he had to hope.

 

[Darth Odium]

LOCATION: INCOMING!!! Forgofshar Desert Military base
OBJECTIVE: GREEN ON GREEN CRIME
ALLIES: Odium and the Dahkness
ENEMIES: POOR LONELY [member="Adonari Cinn"] and his peeps

The Sith drop ship was completely empty save for one hateful little sod, Odium. The Acolyte had little fear and next to no concern for personal wellbeing. He was a slave of the dark lord, and at the Dark Master's bidding his life would be gladly given. The Laser cannons began firing on the Base long before accuarcy was taken into consideration. Odium's one thought was destruction and He would crash the dropship into the Headquarters building without a second thought. The mute smiled wickedly as he increased thrusters and put the Dropship on auto-pilot programmed to smash into the Base. Shields were set to double front and Odium put in a mouth guard.

'This is going to be divine' he thought as he moved to the ventral laser turret.

The large Nautolan took the controls of the laser cannons and began pouring fire at the facility and any personnel he could see. Very soon the ship would be crashing and Odium would love every second of it.

 

[Adonari Cinn]

Location: Forgofshar Desert Military base
Objective: Keep the horizon clear
[member="Odium"]


Three Malos-Class Heavy Gunships patrolling the sky began firing upon the Sith Drop Ship. Darkness within told A'donari a story he had seen oh to well. Turrets from around the military base opened upon the vessel as well. If any of the soldiers within the command station turned to look for the Jedi Master there would be not a trace. The Nautolan Master was already sprinting across the exterior wall and was focusing on the ship in front of him.

Standing before the ship was daunting as it was making it's suicide run. The Master knew bringing the ship to the ground was impossible at the altitude it had already broken and the proximity it had already breached. There was one hope. Lifting his hand A'donari gripped with the force trying to bring the vessel to a stop. The mammoth lurched possibly slower. At the speed it was going that would be impossible to tell. Ion fire from both side ripped apart one another. A huge gash instantly tore it's way across the side of the ship. A line of ion fire from the Sith vessel slammed into the wall exploding dust and smoke into the sky in front of the Master. The beam missing him by only ten feet. Now the Sith vessel was out of his sight. That made no difference. The Master of the force could feel it coming only 100 yards away from the wall directly in front of where he was standing. Eyes beaming hot white. The flaming ship wasn't trying to fly but trying to crash all the while picking up speed due to the gravity of the planet. A'donari's forehead wrinkled slightly as he knew he was now refusing to retreat. Focusing deeper he continued to try to slow the vessel only 25 yards away carrying the hatred of the Sith with it.

One last PUSH. ​

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A force wave like that the Master had never released before slammed into the front of the vessel crunching the front and slowing it along with the ground it hit before it struck. What sounded like a bomb broke through the wall collapsed the portion A'donari had been standing on. The effects causing him to drop within the smoke, rubble, and flame filled hole.

 

[Arage Bao]

LOCATION: No idea.
OBJECTIVE: Winging it.
ALLIES: [member="Spencer Jacobs"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Anaya Fen"] | [member="Evelynn"]
ENEMIES: Jared Ovmar

A flash of light welled up from the void, as the barrier worked it’s magic against the onslaught of glass working as bullets of an imaginative gun. It did not faze me, and for that I was proud of myself.

I only blinked once, as I saw the wall flaring up in front of us. Those shards would have killed us in an instant, and at that moment I felt vulnerable. Truly vulnerable, I never showed it. But the sinking feel in my heart was there, and it was a reminder.

I was still mortal.

There was no illusion in me, I knew my strengths. Pure warfare was always more the talent of Varanin, a true Tank indeed. My way was more subtle, but it would not avail me here.

Truthfully, I would probably have been standing here for the whole day, considering my position in the world. Maybe even curl up in a fetal-position, like Evelynn right there. But the words of my former Master, shook me out of my imagination.

A curl in my lips, indicated amusement on my part. I loved this girl, but even I was starting to question her judgement.

“Spencer, really. I love you, a lot. But do you really think -that- is going to make her less likely to try and kill us all? I suggest we get out of the line of fire, and let these two handle it. Varanin can handle herself, except if she is going to have to worry about all our well beings too.”

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

To Do: Survive the Reckoning
Where: Carida City
Who: [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"]

Anaya wanted to scream at the Spencer but Ashin drew her attention to the sky and to the glass rain. Snatching one of the table tops in the force she pulled it above her head, listening to the glass coming tinkling upon it, some bouncing off and over its edge falling harmlessly, some coming to rest on its top. A smirk found its way to her lips as she watched the tank limp towards her.

Eyes flicked up towards the table, a sharp shove in the force and the table began to spin, slowly at first, but picking up speed. The glass shards, slid off its surface, scattering in all directions. Anaya gestured with her arm and sent the spinning table top sailing over Ashin's head and straight for Spencer. Attachment is a weakness, a distraction. She knew this, it was for this reason that so long ago, she had severed the ties with Kaine. Yet after all this time, she still had them. She still had attachments and obsessions and it was past time she cut the strings that held them to her.

With one hand the saber staff moved to a diagonal guard across her body and she drew upon her anger and pain, upon the darkness that made her and waited for her reckoning.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

At this point I really had the feeling the wench was trying to get me killed. As the table went straight for Spencer, and as an extension to me. I did the only thing that was logical in that situation.

I dove towards Spencer, hoping to tackle her and myself down to the ground. As a result the table would fly past our heads, and we wouldn’t have a bruise the size of Korriban on our head.

This would be the perfect time to ask me why I didn’t just put up a barrier of the Force, to protect us. Now.. I could give you a plethora of reasons for it, instead.. I am just going to keep silent and owe you an answer.

Don’t be that way, we are in a damn duel here.

“So.. as I was saying, let’s go and sit there with Alen. I enjoy tackling you, really. But I want another piece of that pineapple.”

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

She didn't bother stopping the table; the two behind her had Master rank and proven competence with Force shielding. She'd been in many, many fights with Spencer, knew what her wife could handle. The table flashed over her head, and her stride never broke. Proximity was worth its weight in gold, when one had Ashin's skillset and limitations.

A yellow blade snap-hissed to life in her left hand as her protective nimbus condensed down to cover only her gimer stick. One weapon in each hand -- difficult, but optimal against a lightstaff. Her gimer stick slammed down at the high end of Anaya's diagonal guard, a jarring strike that aimed to firm up Anaya's defense for a moment. In that moment, the yellow blade flicked out laterally for Anaya's hands and the staff's centerpoint. Only an instant later did Ashin's limping charge cease, her stance solidifying on the torn-up asphalt of the street.

 

[Aran Finn]

[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

With decades of Force training dedicated to improving his telekinesis backing his skills, Na'Varro stole a bite of pineapple from Ovmar while he was distracted.

 

[Arage Bao]

"You could have just asked!" I shouted at him, from my increasingly awkward position. Without a skipping a beat, I revealed a strawberry. "At least I still have you, my precious." My eyes teared up a little, as I took a bite and savored the taste.

[member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"]

 

[The End Narrator]

And somewhere within the bowels of the Force, a hand reached out and plucked the strawberry from [member="Jared Ovmar"]. The strawberry soon vanished into the chaos that was Carida. Where this mysterious Force came from, to this day remains a mystery...

A sign was posted up on the behalf of Jared Ovmar a few days later....

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(Translation: Missing! Known as "Delicious Strawberry")

 

[Racket]

LOCATION: Plateau near Cardia Academy
Objective: Force Sweet RAcket Justice on any and all Jedi. Force them to sit on their glow sticks.
[member="Talon Vosra"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"],

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Flames erupting around the academy lit up the sky that Racket’s team was owning. Turret fire was being thrown around to anyone interested in receiving a taste and in his mind everyone had gotten in line just for the experience. Scanners of the area showed incoming vessel. Nonfriendlies from the looks of their flight pattern. Yolk continued to feint one way only to slam back the other direction whipping his little body around while keeping his crew safe and sound. Left hand jumped to the blue touch screen. Two concussion missiles, four torpedoes, and enough turret fire to bring down the valley was left in ammunition. The cig in his mouth had hit filter a few minutes ago. Only a dead bud was fitted between his lips just below his red vein filled eyes that were dancing from screen to the outside world.​

Calculations were made and a torpedo for each vessel was ready for delivery. ENGAGE. Racket had tried to time it right. One torpedo released from his vessel. RED flashing lights followed it up showing a jam on torpedo in tube 4. That only every meant bad things in a FRaCkINg BaTTLe!!!​

“FiRE On InBoUNd ShiPs!!!”​

Even if they had been warned earlier the upper hand just slipped out of their grasp. The crew members responded quickly in all honesty but the only way they were getting out alive was by the grace of Racket’s Right Hand. Yanking hard brought his ship into a collision course with the Republic vessel as both side were unloading on one another. Oldest flight game was about to be played.​

“COmE oN YoUUUU FrRRRAaAAAACCCCCKkkKkkKEErRrrRrR!!!!!”​

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Ground forces point of view​

The ship hovering over the academy was dancing slightly back and forth while releasing endless flows of energy towards the incoming vessel. It’s quick jumps back and forth sounded out through the manipulation of the stabilizing thrusters catching and spitting out wicked sounds from the thrusters housed around the body of the circular ship. It was dancing back and forth seemingly in any direction. An advantage the vessel only fifty feet away didn’t seem to share but that didn’t stop it from peppering the sky where the ship was. Both vessels were taking fire and ripping gashes along the metal bodies of each other’s ships. Direct hits would mean death for either side.​

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[SIZE=11pt]Cockpit[/SIZE]​

Racket kept his eyes on the prize as his enemy rolled in towards them. Mofo wasn’t backing down and that was a good thing. RacMeer vision was the true reason this game wasn’t fair from the moment they started. When both vessels were within twenty feet of each other and his enemy was closing in to fast to change after this point Racket slapped his yolk to the right and dropped his stabilizers to lowest of velocities. The ship felt like it stalled. It’s altitude dropped ten feet before stabilizing thrusters were able to catch again. The result being Racket’s vessel spinning viscously forty five degrees to the left in an instant allowing his gunnies a direct shot to the enemy vessel’s side ripping lazers from his turrets across it’s hull and sending the ship spinning downwards towards the ground.​

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The maneauver was nice but only as good as the effects it brought in. Plus it did nothing to save them from the unbeknown attacks from one of the AA guns that Racket had first targeted. “FRacKiNG ToRpEDoES!!!!” he rage filled screamed as one of the shots fired from the ground AA gun ripped into the underside of his hull. The entire vessel shook uncontrollably. Luckily the rodent was strapped in and ready for the adventure since leaving the Sith fleet. His hand on the yolk remained as firm as RacMeerly possible while he disengaged all drive power. The effect dropped his ship the remaining ten feet between it and the structure below. Landing gear shot out due to motion scanners and landed extremely hard on the roof of the structure. The placement hadn’t been great but no enemy fire could reach them in the present moment.​

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Scrurried footsteps took him out of his cockpit and grabbing his stretch fanny pack. It was filled with two flash bangs, three thermal detonators and a force breaker. Both hips were sporting personal weighted blasters with a finger print recognition hair touch trigger and across his back now sat two pieces, ready for assembly, of a sniper rifle. The last of which was being assembled as he walked down his ramp towards the edge of the structure he had crashed on top of. Orders had been given to his crew. One was to remain firing on any Republic vessels trying to advance on all horizons while the other got to work on any repairs needed with the two droids who were already busy at work. Daddy had to go outside to take care of some business.​

One of the grenades found his right palm. His aim was impeccable. It flew through the air towards the AA Gun while Racket dropped to his stomach avoiding any possible shots on his location. From what he had just seen the damn thing was already scorched from the first torpedo exploding nearby and from the looks of it the delay in firing on his vessel had come from new bodies being needed to work the thing. The sound of explosion on top of explosion ensued. His sights turned from his needs as a pilot to the needs of his soldiers. The sniper custom built to his body size rested in his arms while back legs squirmed. They pushed him on his stomach towards the edge of the building allowing quick snap shooting on the battle field. Glow sticks around the area were to be his main targets.​

Sights aligned on one of the Forcies in the distance commanding troops. Finger squeezed gently and the shot flew into the chest dropping the alien Frack Bag. Adjusting quickly spun his scopes towards a Jedi less than forty yards away. Racket exhaled and squeezed off another shot. @Ki'an Karr​

 

[Darth Naomi]

Boom bam, the rules have not spoken, but implications were made, nerves lost and texts deleted.

 

[Kian Karr]

Ki'an heard the [member="Talon Vosra"] calling out to the padawans to stay together over his comm channel. He was almost back to his master and fellow padawans. Coming away from the cliff face, Ki'an saw that Master Vosra and [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] were working diligently to push back the Sith offensive. Their blades were dancing around blocking and firing back blaster bolts that were storming in from all different direction. Ki'an, using the force to speed up, Ki'an darted off in their direction. As he approached the others he felt a tinge of danger and, trusting in his instincts, Ki'an dropped down face-first into the dirt.

The blaster bolt fired right over head, and would have caught Ki'an directly in the chest had he not dropped. Rolling up and into a crouch, Ki'an shouted out over the comm channel.

"Master Vosra, Tugoro, be careful. We have a sniper!" Ki'an came back up and joined the others, now battering blaster bolts left and right. He would have to keep an eye on the sniper. Hopefully Master Vosra woud have a plan on how to handle the nuisance. [member="Racket"]