Operation Downfall: Carida [One Sith vs. Republic]

[Kian Karr]

Location: Spinara Plateau near Carida Academy
Objective: Prepare for Battle, Protect the Republic
Allies: Talon Vosra Ki'an Karr Tugoro Taidarious and the Republic
Enemies: One Sith

Ki'an strode a few paces back of Master Vosra and Padawan Melina. They had come to Carida to train in piloting, something that Ki'an was not very adept at. He had always preferred force training and sparring to flying vessels, though he understood the need for it. Ki'an was even surprised to find that he performed admirably, not the strongest pilots at the training session, but he didn't embarrass himself.

Ki'an could feel an uneasiness in the force that seemed to be coming off of Master Vosra and he could feel that Padawan Melina had sensed it as well. His skin felt wrong, tingling as if something on the horizon was threatening them. Ki'an drew back the dark grey hood that covered his head. Ki'an very rarely pulled his hood down, being afraid that other species would be put-off by his appearance. Kel Dor's were rarely seen off Dorin and he had been lead to believe by previous encounters that their appearance could be 'scary'.

As he was instructed, Ki'an pushed aside those thoughts and centered himself. He stretched out into the force, and began to repeat the Jedi Code alongside his master and fellow padawans. Meditation was one thing that Ki'an did regularly. Long hours of silent meditation was a primary training method among the Baran Do, as was focusing on a sense of danger. Dorin had violent weather patterns and the Baran Do were sometimes needed to warn the public if technology failed to. It was because of this that Ki'an couldn't shake the feeling of uneasiness. Thinking he was over-reacting, Ki'an pushed this thought away and fell deeper into his meditation.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Location: Forgofshar Military Base
Objective: Protect Base
Allies: Republic
Enemies: One Sith

@[member="A'donari Cinn"]

A holographic display table lay at the center of the command room, the hunched form of the Master known as Preacher above it. His armored palms were pressed to the edge of the table, his front alight with ephemeral blues as troops scurried too and fro like pieces of a dejarik board.

The Sith were here, and it was time to fight. Again.

He was growing tired of the constant need for war. Wars that ultimately wound up in stalemates. Wars that got nowhere. Sighing as fighters and gunships began scrambling and orders began passing through the communication hubs around him, he tapped armored fingers off the top of the table.

The desert here was an inhospitable mistress. One that worked in the Republic's favor - they had the training already, barring a few recruits who'd yet to pass the survival course. But he couldn't count on that swaying the balance.

Weather didn't play as much into battles as it used to.

"Don't panic." He says finally, startling an aide nearby. "Leave the dropships in the air. Arm and ready the men. Do no more. If we wear ourselves out in preparation for an attack that may be hours away, we will do no good. I'd rather be prepared than committed, right now."

His attention lifted to the Nautolan behind him as another aide pointed him out and the Jedi merely gave his compatriot a nod.

Of course Preacher was already here assessing the situation. Why wouldn't he be? This was where he felt most at home. Even if he loathed every second of it.

Turning back to the incoming feeds of data, he gave a sigh. They need only hold them to a standstill on the ground. The fleet would be able to pull them out of the fire quite readily.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

After spending the day within Carida's Flight Academy, Tugoro could not help but feel sick to his stomach as he exited the building, along side [member="Talon Vosra"], [member="Vala Melina"], and [member='Ki'an Karr']. The boy had not gotten motion sickness, rather he felt uneasy and anxious, as if something rotten had been looming in the air. The boy's gaze was cast to the blue sky above, his mind receiving only ominous responses. Something was not right, that was for sure. As they walked along the grassy plateau, the group would suddenly come to a halt, being directed to meditate. Tugoro remained quiet, taking a seat on the soft ground as they all began to focus, their eyes closing one by one. The strange feeling of dangerous Tugoro had sensed would only increase as his connection to the force did, his mind having opened to everything around him. He could feel the force flowing through him, it surrounded and flowed past the others as well.

However, there was something different in that sky, something that was not like the force he knew of. It's power was great, being able to reach his mind from such a distance. "No emotion, peace..." He would begin, reciting the code in his own abridged way, seeing as his basic was rather poor.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Location: Carida City Starport
Allies: [member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Ilias Nytrau"] [member="Tahira Solo"] & all Republic
Enemies: One Sith

The crates moved slowly onto the ship, each one scanned and the contents sent to the datapad that rested in Rosa's hands for her to skim over. "That's the last of them." Rosa looked up from the datapad and smiled at the gentleman who'd organised the loading team, to find a cup of caff being handed to her, smiling gratefully she accepted it, trying to bring the man's name to the forefront of her mind and failing dismally. "Thank you." she said with a smile "I never thought I'd see the end of that line of crates." He chuckled, and Rosa continued to file through names in her head.

Larry? Neil? Ben? For goodness sake what was his name! Tony? Darren? She pinched the bridge if her nose for a moment before taking a sip from her caff. Jack? Was it Jack? or maybe James? something beginning with 'J'.


The sky exploded with the sound of ships battering into the atmosphere, Rosa only had time to blink and look up as a defender was blown from the sky, showering the shipyard with shrapnel. Caff and datapad fell from her hands as she dove aside as a star fighters wing sliced through the air towards them. The air was full of screams, the terror battering the unsuspecting empath as she found her feet again. A short distance from her the man whose name she couldn't remember was pinned by the wing.

"Jace!" she shouted, his name coming back to her and with it the conversation about his family, about newly weds, about how his second child was on the way. A girl, he'd thought, if his wifes beauty was anything to go for, her older brother would be kicking the shebs of a lot of guys for the rest of his days. She was at his side in an instance, his terrified eyes fixing on hers. She couldn't move the wing, to do so would kill him instantly, eyes lifted from the shredded wing to meet his eyes and he saw her loss there. His hand found hers a resigned look coming over him. "S'alright." he said, forcing a smile. Tears came unbidden to her eyes "Help the rest. Go." She nodded, blinking against tears and moved away, only managing five paces before she felt his life leave him as he shoved the wing off himself.

She turned her eyes to the sky and screamed her fury and sorrow at the sith. The wave of emotion rolling out from her to batter any force sensitive within half a klick. One single moment out of control, one moment where she let that guard drop and wished very much that her husband was here. The moment passed, she regained control, taking several deep breaths her hands snatched a comm link from her belt as she moved towards a bothan who trying to get to his feet, a great gash runnig across his head. "This is Rosa Mazhar, requesting medical assistance in bay ten of the starport. I've got at least eight casualties, in various conditions." She returned the comm link to her belt and looped her arm around the bothans waist to help him move into cover as stray fire began to rain towards them.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Apologies.

delete this post, please.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: In space above Cardia
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: The Republic

Darth Banshee fleet had finally arrived in space above carida, whist it was old fleet it was capable of holding it`s own, well she hoped anyway. It had a lot fighters and she hoped this would carry them to victory, against the new ships of the republic. As her pilots could still dogfight with best of them.
She arranged her fleet in crescent formation with the victory II cruiser making up the front line. Behind them their where ardent class frigates, MC140 Scythe and furys. Also mists of all this was own personal corvette. She was cloaked her captains and admirals had their orders, and fighter bays where busy emptying ready for the engagement.

Spoiler

13x MC140 Scythe-class main battle cruiser 7800m
10x Victory II class Destroyers 9000m
10x Ardent Class frigates 4000m
40x fury 4000m
1x dragons breath 110m
624x CF9 crossfire starfighters
240x tie fighters
120x Predator class fighters

 

[Tahira Solo]

Location: Carida City Starport
Allies: Turin Val Kur Ilias Nytrau [member="Rosa Mazhar"] & all Republic
Enemies: One Sith

Je'gan, by the time you read this I'll be on Carida. You've probably heard the same rumors I have about the One Sith's potential target. If I'm wrong, I'll see you by dinner. If I'm right, well, it's better that I'm wrong. I know I don't have to write this but I love you, with all my heart, Tahira.

The sky lit up. Screams filled the air. As a fellow master healer, she didn't hesitate. The cowl of her hood nestled back on her shoulders. She knelt beside a pilot clutching a punctured shin. Fingers moved quickly as she wrapped the wound, tearing the material from her cloak. Warm blood smeared her hands. The force wove through the worst of his wounds, knitting back muscle and flesh before she moved away to the next one, focusing only on the essentials.

Standing, she wiped the blood-smeared hands on her pants and went to the woman in charge. A flicker of recognition crossed her face. She had been in hiding a long time but she was fairly certain she had met Rosa, once. She offered the woman a set of bacta patches in greeting, her own force signature a blazing-flame in the darkness for all who wished to sense who she was. Of course, a name didn't hurt either.

"Tahira Solo. I had a feeling you guys would need help."

 

[Kiyron]

Location: Carida Military Academy
Objective: Evacuate civilians, hold the line, protect the military council
Allies: Republic and allies
Enemies: The Sith and assorted scoundrels


Kiyron's comma beeped. He tapped them to see what [member="RC-1025"] might say. Orders. He didn't have any at the moment. Wait, never mind. Now he did. They had just been issued. Get the civilians out of the academy and to the shelters before being issued new orders.

"We need to get the civvies out, and then wait for further orders until we either get sent somewhere or attacked here. No more than that in the meantime though."

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Carida City
Objective: Defend the City
Allies: Republic and its allies
Enemies: One Sith and its allies

"Lord Protector, all units are in defensive formation are now waiting the enemy," he said to Ayden in a comm link. Even though he was in charge of the whole army Canal was in charge of the ground operations on the capitol. There was A LOT of units to defend the city which will be a tough one to conquer. He may not be a brilliant strategist like his brother, Calico, but he was capable.

Thankfully, the main entrance was the only entrance to the city. Outside of the city were droids, organic troops, walkers, and gunships to approach the enemy when they attack. At the main entrance was the same except there were tanks there. And inside the city there was a reserve of units to reinforce the troops who would engage in combat.

Outside the city there was a trench for the soldiers, MK-2 droids so they would be mostly protected from enemy fire. The MK-1 droids would be the first units to engage the enemy alongside speeders and landspeeders and the anti infantry gunships. This would be his first plan against the Imperials. He was at the main entrance with his fifty Ori'Ramikad and the other units at the entrance.

There were patrols on speeders securing the perimeter of the city and scouting out the enemy troops. Snipers were in the city, and outside of the city. Before the trench it would become a No Man's land for the enemy since they would have no protection from the fire of Canal's troops if they came in as idiots.

For now, he waited for the enemy to commence battle. It was silent and they would all enjoy it until fate would arrive at their doorsteps.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

CARIDA CITY
TARGET: [member="Evelynn Zambrano"] and whoever else feels like a tango
FEATURING: [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Carida.

A centuries-old rebuilding could not aspire to erase the subtle wound in the Force that had been born here, the disturbance of genocide. Carida was a monument to the sins and follies and failures of the Jedi. There were days, and nights too, when Ashin Varanin knew she would never be whole until she made the ultimate sacrifice to atone for her own crimes, but nothing she had done compared to Carida. She disapproved of Kyp Durron, of how his case had been treated, but the same principles applied to her. But Durron had been embraced, absolved, pardoned, granted seniority, made central despite a career full of aggression and lies. Venerated, by many.

She pondered the relationship and contrast between ego and selfishness as she set foot on a world that had died once, with all its billions, due to both.

Far away, smoke rose to meld with cloud cover. Insensitive as she was, even she could feel death, pain, fear. Such was the burden of supernatural senses in a war zone. But she'd seen more battlefields and more death than any Jedi of this generation, and with that had come a certain well-balanced resilience to the mental sensations she couldn't escape. Background noise.

One such sensation was the proximity of something incongruous, a mind unprepossesed by fear or resolve or anger. A mind occupied by stimcaf and a smirk. Not hugely familiar, though she'd run across it before.

So she reached out and poked it with a stick.

Knock knock.

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

CARIDA CITY
Objective: Vengeance
Allies: Republic/Republic Allies
Enemies: Why did you ask if I just told you my allies pendejo



Doc marched onwards, holding his pump-action shotgun at his side, the barrel pointed to the ground, his hand not on the pistol grip, but rather the action. He was wearing a set of Havoc Armor, but his face had been painted black and white, to give him more of an intimidating look. He glanced around, looking to the various movements of the troops. Shotgun shells lined his vest and hips, and on the stock of the weapon and his arms. Say what you want about Czerka, but Doc had used all the hard-earned taxpayer money he could muster and got his unit and him a nice bunch of gear.

Flare slugs for knocking those nasty fracking foot soldiers. Bang slugs for hitting those Sith right in the teeth. Czerka gave him the good stuff.


He touched his throat radio."Doc, reporting in. Havoc Squad is on station, awaiting orders."He removed his hand from it, glancing to his men. Today seemed like a good day. His grip tightened on the shotgun, waiting for the inevitable assault from the Sith.


"Force be with us, and force be with our guns, more importantly. Shoot first, and shoot well."


He glanced around, finding the OP troops comforting. He marched over to[member="Canal Tal'Verda"], clapping him on the shoulder."Havoc squad is at your disposal. Feel free to use the few platoons we got. They're about five of a regular troop, in the opinion of this marine."He said, cracking his neck. He flexed his brass-knuckle adorned hands, forgoing the gauntlets that most wore. Havoc squad painted their faces black, with a varying degree of war paint that they chose to identify themselves with. Some had skulls, some had hand prints, some had lines, some had the visage of a smile, others a frown, and one had creatively had painted it to look like a crying clown. Doc's was erratic and not very linear, but it marked him different. He looked more serious, as he glanced upwards towards Canal. The Mandalorian seemed capable. Or Omega Protectorate soldier. Whatever he identified himself as. It didn't matter to Kaiden, he liked him for being here for the Republic. An enemy of my enemy is my friend.


"I know Jedi don't take revenge. But I'm going to fracking nail these assholes to a cross and parade them around wherever I damn well please after this."

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Ayden Cater"] | [member="Daella Apparine"] | [member="Popo"] |

Location: The Ayrix, it's hangarbay
Objective: Take Popo alive or dead

Darth Ayra's perspective.

Darth Ayra was stood upon the observational deck of the Ayrix. The ship was rocking back and forth, upon the fire of Ayden Carter's forces. Her concern was not with the ship, however. It was a tool to the completion of her objective. Turning away from the transparisteel screen, Ayra made her way down into the hangar bay of the cruiser and found the Niathal, her personal transport.

Lowering herself into the pilot seat of her ship, she fired up it's systems and lifted up off the hangar bay floor, out into the void and subsequent battle that was erupting around. Twisting the ship around, Ayra tapped into the Ayrix's bridge and connected to the commander. "I need you to identify the flagship of the Republic's forces and relay the intelligence directly to the Niathal."
"It will be difficult, my Lord," replied the commander. "We are under attack by the Republic and their reinforcements."
"Just get it done or they will be the last of your problems."

Swerving her ship around, Ayra began taking out starfighters swarming in. Sith Interceptors, as deployed by the Ayrix, began to flank the Niathal and it's precious, ivory queen inside. Concentrating her efforts for the moment on the enemy craft swarming around her and the Ayrix, whilst the Sith Interceptors performed a screen around the Interdictor-class cruiser, her attention would soon divert to the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic, [member="Popo"], as soon as the Ayrix finished it's scans and located the Star of the Republic.

Ayrix's Commanders perspective.

The Ayrix received the communique between the Niathal and severed the transmission for the moment, until it locaated for the Star of the Republic. Appointing a Corporal to begin scans of the enemy ships for the Republic flagship, from which [member="Popo"] was on, the Commander diverted his attention to saving the Ayrix from an early grave.

Diverting the course of the cruiser to move alongside of the Heart of Coruscant, the Commander had performed the old age tactic of positioning. Now, the Ayrix was only on one side of the carrier, so only one side of the cruiser could be fired upon it by the Heart of Coruscant. Meanwhile, an Sith Interceptors had been deployed to ward off Republic and Protectorate fighter swarms, whilst taking the occasional hit from stray turbolaser and ion fire.

"Concentrate fire on that carriers engines, I want it dead in the water," commanded the Ayrix Commander. Diverting it's turbolaser to the back of the Heart of Coruscant, it's turbolaser turrets were focus firing on the back, aiming to destroy it's engines. "How long until our Ardent-class Frigates arrive in the system?" he demanded from a nearby communications officer.
"They should be arriving any minute now, sir."
"Good. Inform them to flank the Ayrix upon their arrival."

Spoiler

Darth Ayra's forces:
x1 Interdictor-class cruiser, the Ayrix (600 meters)
x3 Ardent-class fast frigates (1800 meters altogether)

 

[The Hound]

Location: Carida City Starport
Objective: Engage the Sith Ground Forces and Protect Civilians
Allies: All Levantine Sanctum/Republic members and Allies
Enemies: All One Sith PCs
Music:N/A


Huff.

His ears were ringing, drowning out all sound around him. The muffled cries of civilians and his blurred vision kept him from standing. 'Wasn't I just standing?' His eyes inched open, a roaring fire eating away at the Durasteel of the small freighter he had been admiring. His pupils grew small and quickly dialated as the Force brought him the pain and suffering of the thousands around him.

Huff.

There was something warm and sticky under his cheek. Rolling his eyes and grunting in pain he fought against the ringing induced headache. It felt like he had just gotten back from shore leave, like a Gamorean or Wookie was banging his head against a duracrete wall. He struggled to get to his hands and knees, the wet sticky stuff under his cheek as strong as a super adhesive in his groggy, weakened state. Blood ran down the right side of his face. He had a dirty cut just under his hairline.

Huff.

He manages to get to his hands and knees. "Jace!" A familiar voice. "Rosa...?" His ears were still riging, but the dull roar of the fire behind him reminds him that there was no time to be groggy. These people needed him, they needed Rosa, and right now, they needed to get out of this place before it collapsed.

Huff.

He closed his eyes, the world seemed to be moving so slow. Drawing on the Force, he felt stronger, ready to move. He burst from his hands and knees into action. A woman was calling for help. Her child was stuck under rubble and parts of a Republic XA-5 X-Wing. Drawing on the Force again, he was able to lift the rubble and fighter just enough for the child to wriggle free and run to his mother.

But the Force worked in mysterious ways, and this child's destiny was not to be with his mother. A vision in the Force, the young boy and mother embrace only to be crushed a second later, a Republic fighter run into the ground. He had only seconds to react. Releasing the Rubble, he pushed the mother, maybe a little too hard in his urgency, and gripped the child, swinging him into Turin's arms with the Force. The Fighter ran aground, sending chuncks of Duracrete their way, stopped with the Force. "Are you okay?" a nod from the child.

A revealed sigh escaped the young man's lips before he tapped a finger to his in-ear comlink. "Rosa, Rosa are you alright, are you hurt?"
[member="Tahira Solo"] [member="Rosa Mazhar"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Carida City
Objectives: Defend the city and karking wait for an assault
Allies: Republic and allies
Enemies: One Sith and allies

Canal was readying himself and his special until of Ori'Ramikad, that was mostly ex-Dread Guard of both Fett and Nova clones while five Mandolorians were not, until someone clapped him on the shoulder. He wasn't a protectorate soldier and figured it was a Republic soldier. The man would noticed that the clone's unhelmted face was the face of a famous bounty hunter by the name of Jango Fett.

"That's good. Cause we're gonna need all the troops we need to defend this city. And I think I have the perfect location for your platoons. Outside of the city, a couple of meters away from this entrance is a trench. Tell your troops to get there cause that's the first line of defense. It is heavily armed with soldiers that have heavy assault weapons that will shoo off any ground or air vehicles coming at us. Besides it will be a No Man's Land for the enemy cause if they just send their troops at us, well, I'm sure you can figure that out."

He put on a jet pack, readied his Czerka assault rifle with all the attachments, vibrosword, side arm, and his helmet. "I'll be on the front lines as well. If you want to tag along you can get a speeder and have your squad get one too."

The sergeant wasn't liking the scenario so far. It was too quiet. Maybe Ayden's fleet has a blockade over the planet and no enemy troops were being transported. Perhaps, but he wasn't going to allow his men to take a ten minute break while the enemy could infiltrate their defenses while they talk about their daily lives that no one really cared about.

[member="Doc"]

 

[Soeht]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zP8D5QgxfE0​

When [member=Cypher] spoke up, Daella kept her eyes on the visual feed of the Republic and Protectorate fleets. A holographic screen showed the locations of ships and their orientation compared to the One Sith’s fleet.

“Hold your tongue and watch,” spat Daella as her eyes darted around and examined each detail of the projection.

Quickly, Daella’s eyes noticed the markings of the Star of the Republic and Heart of Coruscant. She also took note of the massive Leviathan.

“S.O.R. and Leviathan confirmed,” yelled Plint Peluslua, a human male officer on the bridge, “H.O.C. also confirmed.”

Once she had verbal confirmation from one of her officers, Daella spent no time in issuing a string of commands.

“A-01 to Star,” ordered Daella as she looked at Filla Wullio, a female human officer in charge of communications, “P-04 to Leviathan.”

At that moment, signals were sent to both ships. A simple attempt to connect and send packets of data as if a holocall. Permission from the other end would be required for the connection to make it.

“Get the group into Formation B,” barked Daella to Rulfus Kessel, a male human helmsman, “And switch to inertial cruise toward the Republic once finished.”

The Scythe battle cruiser that Daella stood on shook as it accelerated. The fleet that Daella commanded, which was closer to the size of a Sector Fleet, began to shift its initial formation. Daella looked outside as a shadow cast itself on both the Scythe she was aboard and the many ships before her. From behind the cloud of over forty capital-sized ships, a Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer emerged.

Turning to Cypher, Daella told him, “Important people stay on the largest ship available. Follow.”

In the meantime, the Blockade Runners of the Protectorate were met with extremely heavy resistance by the Sith fleet. The blanketing swarms of Predator-class starfighters began avoiding the Blockade Runners as the One Sith’s capital ships attempted to ward them off. The Sith’s starfighters headed back toward the main group in order to consolidate their forces. The Protectorate managed to get into position between the One Sith and the planet.

Meanwhile, Daella was in transit on a shuttle toward the Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer. She saw through the viewport the Republic fleet begin to head toward the center of the Sith’s entire fleet while mid-transit. She made it to the Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer in little time.

It took Daella little time for her to reach the bridge. Upon doing so, someone with a feminine voice yelled, “Commander on deck!”

A loud roar in unison sounded off. Spanning the breadth of the bridge’s frame above the front viewport was a single word:

Unity

The woman that alerted the bridge to Daella’s presence stepped forward and bowed to Daella. She greeted the Sith by saying, “It’s good to see you back on the Unity.”

A holoscreen reappeared before Daella. It showed a better detail of the ensuing battle. Her fleet began to spread out - opening wide gaps hundreds of meters wide at the least. The concentrated fire of the Republic fleet at an area of the Sith’s fleet ended up being shot at gradually less dense space - thus most shots began flying through a vacuum.

Daella’s fleet seemed to be standard cut-and-dry. With a spacious disc-like formation shaping up, it had the powerful Unity in near the center surrounded by Harrower dreadnaughts. Nebulon B Frigates dotted the disc in order to provide better anti-starfighter support. An Enforcer-class picket cruiser hovered behind the disc. Scythe-class battle cruisers lined the outside of the disc.

Looking at the Republic’s ships, Daella made the comment, “They’re accelerating too fast… Flank speed. Decelerate Unit 1 until a fourth of inertial cruising speed in reverse.”

Engines and jets for the Unity and surrounding Harrowers and other escorts began to fire in reverse as the Republic’s fleet sped toward them at incredible speeds.

Then, looking to the weapons specialist of the ship, a Weequay male, Daella ordered with a loud voice, “Units 2 to 4 - concentrate Ion Cannon fire on the S.O.R.!”

The Scythe-class battle cruisers and outer Nebulon B Frigates began letting loose a barrage of ion cannon fire. While inaccurate at longer distances and the damage repairable with serious effort, the Republic fleet was closing the gap while the ion bolts still posed a very heavy and real danger to shields and electronics that were hit.

Spoiler

1x Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer [1.6 km]
1x Torment-class Star Destroyer [1 km]
8x Harrower dreadnaught [6.4 km]
16x Scythe-class battle cruiser [8.8 km]
1x Enforcer-class picket cruiser [0.6 km]
22x Nebulon B Frigate [6.6 km]

Total: 25 kilometers

Starfighters:
158x Predator-class starfighter squadrons
52x Neutralizer-class bomber squadrons

Dropships & shuttles not important

[member="Ayden Cater"]
[member=Popo]
[member="Alicia Drey"]
[member="Darth Shara"]

 

[J3C0]

One Sith Flagship
Hangar
It was time.

The Massive Maelibus grinned slightly, his face splitting as the new lips and jaw the Dark Lord had granted him twinged in an upwards smirk. There would be much blood today. The One Sith stomped over to his ship, quickly moving until he reached the cockpit. The metal of the starfighter groaned and ached as Shara climbed into the cockpit, the metal support struts bending slightly as he plumped himself down into the starfighters seat.

Quickly the sharp tips of his claws began to fiddle with the controls, expertly starting up the starfighter and initiating launch. He grinned as he did so, taking the modified controls into his hands. Slowly the cockpit door closed over him, sealing him inside.

The Annihilator lurched suddenly as it lifted off the deck of the ship and moved. It twisted itself, righting in the air before shooting out of the hangar and into the blackness of space.

 

[Lord Gaius]

Location: Twenty-three clicks west of Academy of Carida
Objective: Regroup at Academy of Carida
Allies: Republic Forces
Enemies: One Sith Forces

Atmospheric reentry had not been easy, and the landing was in no way easier. They sheared a path through a dense jungle before coming to a grinding halt on the shores of a river. They had engaged enemy star fighters above the planet, but the Consular-class cruiser just couldn't hold up to the vast numbers of their enemy. Fireteam Pool stood on an embankment organising a permitter to be set whilst officers were evacuated from the crashed vessel. Hasjo was among them, shrouded in his arid cloak. The rain poured down in buckets, drenching all of them. A transceiver had been set up to inform Republic forces of their location in hopes of medical evacuation for their injured - the problem was that One Sith may be able to slice their encrypted network. Their battlenet was in no means superior than most technology in the modern society of this galaxy, a skilled enough slicer could easily crack into their network. The marines of the Sixth Battalion garbed in the Tyumen-I assault armor began to break away, moving into the dense jungles surrounding the crash site. They would ensure no enemy would get close enough without being sighted first. Hasjo now stood alone, knowing that he needed to defend the military academy on Carida, but he also had a study to tend to the wounded. He would bide his time here, however limited that time may be.

 

[Louise]

WHERE: Carida City
WHO: [member="Ashin Varanin"]
WHY: For sweet sweet pastry

Time slowed, and in glorious high definition Evelynn observed as the small tab of butter lazily melted atop the warm croissant. Freshly baked all-butter goodness wafted from the small plate and into the frail woman's nostrils. Food, glorious food. Sweet, savoury magic. I need to stop, this is porn, there are children!

Suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at her mind's door.

Now, who could that be?

Likely not a raven she mused, lifting the cup once more to her lips. Another smell sensation, freshly ground beans, a perfect morning. Life's little pleasures. After a year of poison, a year of being bed-ridden and too feeble to enjoy any of life's little luxuries. Brunch was liberation. I can do what I want.

Who was the top sister? Evelynn bloody Zambrano, that's who!

The mute responded in kind through the realms of the Force with that oh-so-trademark telepathy, and thus she answered her door:

Who's there?

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Sith flagship hangar
Objective: Escort [member="Darth Shara"]
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Albrecht Tagge"]
Music

Darth Veles' webbed hands grasped the controls of his TIE Predator, getting the feeling for the starfighter. It's been far too long since he left the cockpit of one of these great machines, never returning until now. It was weird, and he would probably need a few minutes to get familiar with its speed and weapons, but it was his duty to help in any way he could. This reminded of his days in the old Sith Empire, filling his heart with lust for vengeance as he remembered his homeworld falling to the Republic hordes invading and destroying everything in their path.

Gazing over the various indicators all around the small cockpit, checking if all systems were running properly, a silouette indicating the starfighter's condition, while blue lines around it told him about the shields, and finally, a simple green bar indicating the remaining ammo with numbers under it showing the Predator's speed. Closing his bulbous eyes for a second and taking a deep breath, the Mon Calamari Sith gave the crew a signal to launch his starfighter into space, opening his eyes as the spacecraft shook and he flew out of the hangar, leaving the safety of the ship.

"Lord Shara, Veles reporting. I am ready to accompany you." The amphibian said into the communication channel, his large amber eyes staring into the vast space in front of him. Almost like an endless sea, planets being small islands. It looked quite beautiful and very peaceful, if not for the bloody battle that was about to happen.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

CARIDA CITY
TARGET: [member="Evelynn Zambrano"] (but duz not kno is hurr)
FEATURING: [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Ashin turned a corner, and there beheld a waif with a croissant. Ashin, like Alen before her, had carbed up in a serious way. Normally she'd be after that croissant like her wife after cake, but the smell of warm, flaky, buttery goodness failed to stir her. Nor did her recognition that this was Evelynn Zambrano. The Zambrano family's One Sith ties were known to her after Fondor, and Fringe had always operated by a code: When you help out both sides in a fight, you slug it out and have a drink afterward. Whether Evelynn was accustomed to that custom wasn't really Ashin's affair at the moment, in part because that whole torture thing had the potential to get inconvenient. Some people just couldn't keep their razor blades in their pants.

Not you anymore.

All things considered, Ashin didn't anticipate much close combat today. Winterlight strapped to her back, lightsabre inactive in her left hand, she leaned on a gimer stick as she limped toward Evelynn and the café. She'd forsaken her imposing phrik armor and her flat-out terrifying Tenloss helmet in favor of her standard spacer pants, boots, and vest. Oh, and a blaster pistol rode her thigh. Pretty straightforward loadout, all things considered.

The sabre snapped to life, brilliant yellow. Those few people who'd been looking at her sword askance made it their business to be elsewhere.

"Care to be my messenger, Zambrano? Me, I thought it was fairly clear that the One Sith weren't welcome on Carida, but the One Sith don't seem to have taken the hint. Tell the Dark Lord to back down, or I'll personally see to it that his soul gets bound to something ignominous."