Operation Downfall: Carida [One Sith vs. Republic]

[RC-1025]

Location: Carida Military Academy
Objective: En route to save some Silver Jedi
Allies: Republic, [member="Kiyron"]
Enemies: One Sith

"Yes sir," the Commando acknowledged before he turned direction. The crowd thinned out a bit but there were still a lot of civilians running to evac transports as some military men tried in vain to get them to proceed in an orderly fashion. The heavily armored commando had to push and shove his way through the crowd like a raft in rapids. It's amazing how oblivious people were to the ancient relic obviously trying to get through. Eventually he managed to get close enough to the outside of the horde that he was able to move easier. He found a hallway and took it, instantly meeting less resistance.

After taking a left turn he made his way to the motor pool to meet up with his commander.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Space between the two fleets
Objective: Interception/Superiority
Hostile: Albrecht Tagge

The Sith vessels pivoted around and came head on straight for the formation of 12 Shrikes. Red Leader's voice came across the comms, cool and collected.

"Red Leader to Red Squadron, V formation, how copy?"

A chorus of good copies came in, Ryan followed his in short order before moving into the most basic of combat formations. The V formation, otherwise known as the wedge formation, would act like a spear head to drive into the hostile squadron and break them apart. That would be when the real fun began.

"Red Leader to Red Squadron, activate jammers."

Ryan flicked a few switches on the dash and set the four Miradyne Phantom short-range sensor jammers to on. All twelve of the Shrikes were equipped with the same technology. The static discharge panels once activated would begin to disrupt communications and sub-space frequencies of the incoming TIEs, while the broadband transmissions would distort any targeting sensors rendering a missile lock on a Shrike nearly impossible.

Then they engaged.

The two squadrons swarmed through, lasers firing in staccato fashion, painting the void of space with bright reds. Korr locked on to his original target.

"I got their leader, you see him Red Four?"

"Yeah, I see him. Sandwich?"

"Do it. Offset Head On."

"Copy."

Ryan's stared through the cockpit, breaths even and controlled in the serenity of the Force. He let it guide his actions as the Shrike came head on toward the lead bogey. In this game of chicken both would wait until the last possible second before breaking away, but Korr's strategy expanded beyond the first move. He came straight on and let the targeting array track.

"Got tone," Ryan struggling to keep his voice even, despite the placidity of the Force. He squeezed the trigger. "Fox Two!"

A Hellbender concussion missile streaked from the launch tube and came directly at the TIE Defender that sought to engage him head on. If the TIE didn't break away he'd swallow a concussion missile to the face. And even a TIE Defender's shields couldn't handle a direct impact.

"Breaking left!"

Pulling hard on the yoke, Ryan broke away and to the left of the oncoming fire, he continued to pull on the yoke as he executed an Offset Head On, utilizing his craft's superior turning ability to whip into an incredibly tight circle that brought him around and hopefully in sight of the hostile's six. Unfortunately for the bogey, Korr's sensor jammers would render him more or less invisible to radar. The hostile would be flying blind. Meanwhile, his wingman was drawing ahead, aiming to put himself on the opposite side of the bogey and a little ahead of him.

 

[Doctor Agnusdei]

Location: In a dropship
Objective: The usual
Allies: [member="Daella Apparine"], [member="Darth Shara"], @One Sith in general
Enemies: The Republic forces in general, anyone who gets in his way specifically.

Agnusdei still remained where he sat before. The inside of a dropship, surrounded by soldiers and Sith, casually and quietly waiting. He passed the time by sifting through his datapad. The Good Doctor had taken a moment before the fighting to hook the piece of technology up to the main datastreams of the One Sith fleet.

He perused the data and noted the generalities of the Sith fleet and both the Republic and Protectorate fleets. At a glance, he knew that unless the Sith could get to the planet and engage the enemy troops on the ground, the assault was doomed. If the Sith could get on the ground and take, or at least contest, the Republic's key defensive locations, the fleets overhead couldn't fire down on the planet without fearing friendly fire. Also, by being in close quarters, the Sith could do what they did best: fight.

By focusing so much in the orbit of the planet instead of focusing on a launching attack down the middle to surprise their enemy and land troops immediately, Agnusdei realized that a Sith loss at Carida was a latent possibility. Had they pushed for a landing, even if the Sith had lost their fleet, they could still take the enemy in a fight. If they took the enemy that way, the Republic and the Protectorate would have nothing to defend. With nothing to defend, they had no support in the system and would be forced to either lay siege to the planet or, more likely, retreat.

Agnusdei summarized his musings into a small, but informative report and sent it off to the leaders of the One Sith. Perhaps they might listen to an educated inference. He was, after all, a doctor.

 

[Louise]

WHERE: Carida City
WHO: [member="Ashin Varanin"], [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
WHY: Don't cane me, bro!

Naturally the moment that the lightsaber was disengaged the course of action known as force lightning was immediately suggested, and then promptly ignored. Not actually being Nemene Talith meant that nuking everyone and everything wasn't the proper way to operate.

The stick impacted hard against the woman's knee, like that sensation of clunking your funny bone against the corner of a table. Not at all serious, yet mildly crippling at the same time. Had it not been for her own staff there for support the woman might have fallen. The skeletal creature wobbled, clutching onto the head of her staff just that little bit tighter.

Yet the only reaction it brought forth was a soft smile, there might have even been a hint of sadness in there if one was to look close enough, but who looks that closely?

Do it again.

 

[Popo]

Location: Nearing Sith Fleet
Objective: Engage Sith Fleet, Defend Republic fleet
Allies: [member="Ayden Cater"], [member="Cody Jorin"], [member="Kiskla Grayson"], @Republic Forces
Enemies: [member="Daella Apparine"], [member="Alicia Drey"], [member="Albrecht Tagge"]

Popo realized that his last command to hit the lone freighter with a tractor beam hadn't been carried out. Time to correct that bit.

"Have both the Star and the Heart of Coruscant hit that freighter with a tractor beam. Use 'em all if you have to. I want it stopped in it's tracks," he commanded sternly. "Have the Alteirs engage and destroy those Ardent antiques and continue firing on that Interdictor. I want the entire fleets guns to hit that ship and I want those Ardents neutralized."

"Sir, Heart of Coruscant states they've taken damage to their stern. The Captain reports five percent drop in engine power," came a call from the comm tech.

"Have the escorts close around the Star and Heart of Coruscant. Keep that carrier safe as possible. Are the hangars empty?" Popo asked the flight commander. At his affirmative, Popo nodded. "Good. Seal hangar doors and put power to defensive guns. Have the fighter crews continue to guard the fleet, but get the bombers ready for an assault. Make sure we're using our comm encryption and swap to the Kuat battle cant for communication. They might hack our comms, but let's see them figure out what we're saying."

"Continue at flank speed to the enemy fleet and get me firing solutions now," Popo demanded as he glanced over the reports.

"Their whole fleet, or most of it are antiques. Republic antiques..." the Hutt said thoughtfully as an idea hit him. "Contact the planetary defense. I need a slicer and I need one yesterday! As for you, Mr. Jorin. Get the marines ready for counter boarding operations. We're fighting Sith. They can't resist crossing blades. They'll try to board soon. I want to be ready."

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Space
Objective: Locate and neutralize The Protectorate Fleet Commander
Allies: Darth Shara, Daella Apparine Albrecht Tagge
Enemies: Ayden Cater Popo

The sith star fighters where being shot badly as they came into range of the enemy fleet. If it was not for the furys running cover, it would been a lot worse. As the they soaked up some the flack and couple went down, though a couple of them did manged to ram a ship as it did. The fury where going battering soon but it was need to happen, so the older hulks could get in amongst the enemy fleet. The remaining furys then went to work on protecting the fighters. Though know they where amongst the enemy fleet, they would take less casualties as they harder to track with their auto cannons.

The sith fleet was taking a real pounding as came in close, the shields where holding but they admiral had to make a decision. That decision was weather or not to get in between the ships. This would give fighters more cover to weave in and out of, rather than just being prone to flak cannons. Then again he could move the fighters out for time being. As two more of ships where starting to go down, he order full steam ahead. All ships maintain course and full steam ahead, and prepare boarding parties. Also as a last resort please RAM THEM. He voice was stern and his men new the casualty list was going to be high. Though ramming the enemy fleet, as they used the escape pods would keep that list down.

He sent his armada straight into the protector fleet, this would give bigger fleet better chance of survival against the new tech ships. As they would not be able to bear their flack guns against the fighters as easy. Also their furys could could weave in out areas as squadrons. Their ships now started to fire indiscriminately amongst the enemy ships, as targeting know was impossible. Though his fleet another pounding before it went in to the enemy for formation.

Darth banshee meanwhile witness the destruction of so many fighters, a slight tear ran down her eye. She swore to herself by time they had another fleet battle, The One Sith would worthy a fleet worthy of her men no matter what. She readying herself to brake of a board the enemy command ship when the fleets merged to one big mess.

Spoiler

13x MC140 Scythe-class main battle cruiser 7800m
6x Victory II class Destroyers 9000m
10x Ardent Class frigates 4000m
30x fury 4000m
1x dragons breath 110m
500x CF9 crossfire starfighters
240x tie fighters
120x Predator class fighters

4x Victory II class Destroyers doing repairs due to sever damage
5x fury damaged
5x fury destroyed
124xCF9 crossfire starfighters destroyed

 

[Kiyron]

Location: Academy motor pool
Objective: Pick up some hitch hikers in the jungle
Allies: Republic forces
Enemies: Sith

Kiyron tapped the comm after hearing the response from [member="RC-1025"], "Acknowledged." He flashed his id at the guard at the motor pool and sprinted to a lightly armored transport, throwing himself into the driver's seat. He hit the power button and started running protocols and diagnostics. They all checked out. He looked out. There was RC. He waved through the window and pushed the throttle forward, moving slowly forward and around towards the other commando.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

CARIDA CITY
TO DO: [member="Evelynn Zambrano"]
Feat. [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Evelynn's funkified instincts had apparently steered her true; in this exact moment, at this exact range, lightning might have gotten her killed for about four separate reasons, but the situation had moved on from what it had been two heartbeats ago.

"So you're one of those people. Crosswired. Interesting."

The waif had taken a blow to the outside of the left knee. The gimer stick, wreathed in a faint nimbus of willpower made solid, snapped out again for the same place. Though the speed and angle and windup of the strike were all basically identical to the first, the diference here was where Ashin planned to stop. Any experienced martial artist would tell you that there's a world of difference between a slapping, concussive strike and a driving strike. The former is visualized to stop and retract quickly, about an inch beyond or beneath the surface. The latter is visualized to really drive in for that inch or two, punch beyond the target, go right through. Ashin's first quick short-range strike to Evelynn's knee had been the former, prioritizing speed and ignoring the rest; it had been intended to cause pain and both counterpunch and outrace whatever big Force manifestation the Sith Master might have been gathering. (Ever see lightning misfire from broken focus? Thing of facemelting beauty.) Ashin's second strike looked just like the first -- short-range, fast, outside of left knee -- but at the last second her shoulder and pectoral moved just so, and the gimer stick aimed to hit much, much harder. Oh, Evelynn would probably still like it, but Ashin wasn't terribly concerned with satiating or abetting some anorexiosociopathomasochist's recommended daily intake of ouch. Ashin wasn't going for pain, she was going for incapacitation. Pretty tough to spread chaotic shiny torture when you can't stand up, let alone walk, and the first hit alone could likely have the kid's knee swelling soonish.

Repeating a move like this was a good way to die, but that was what the deactivated lightsabre was for. Just in case the kid made her saving throw and spawned two neurons to rub together.

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: Space between the two fleets
Objective: Defeat the Shrike formation
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"]
Music: Birds of War


The formation was indeed in serious trouble with communications jammed...well...most of them anyway. Albrecht at least had force sensitivity, but the others didn't. He swapped frequencies until he found one that was mostly clear of jamming - unfortunately an unencrypted one, meaning everyone, including the Republic forces, could hear him - and gave his order.

"All units, RTB to defend the fleet - I'll take care of these pests" the human acolyte commanded. There was a great deal of protest from his squadron, as this was effectively a suicide mission, and he knew it. That being said, no matter how the Republic squadron reacted, there would be some benefit. Tactical advantages would dictate allowing the rest of the squadron to retreat and engaging the lone ace twelve to one, which would at least allow 15 of them to escape. If they pursued the retreating TIEs, then this would make the enemy easy targets. Of course, they could very well do both if they felt like it.

After some time, the squadron at last complied and accelerated off into the distance towards the allied fleet, diverting as much power as possible to the engines and rear shields to effectively guarantee their retreat. This left Albrecht alone against up to twelve fighters...he had survived tougher odds before, but nevertheless this would be a test, not of his skill, but of his nerves. The first one to make a mistake would die in this engagement, and the enemy squadron could afford to make a few...he couldn't. Hearing the missile warning, he turned into the oncoming warhead, overloading its seeker head and causing it to streak past harmlessly, the Sith acolyte replying to this with a burst of green laser fire and blue ion cannon fire, spinning wildly to maximize the spread of his shots as he zipped past the enemy Shrikes. After a distance, he pulled his fighter around into a Segnor's Loop, then dove in to strike again, relying on speed and aggression to avoid taking hits.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Space between the two fleets
Objective: Interception/Superiority
Hostile: Albrecht Tagge

"They're buggin' out."

"Except for him. Engage?"

"Negative, Red Squadron, this is Red Three. The rest of you separate and protect those corvettes, Red Four and I will handle the bandit."


The single TIE was trying to draw them away and give his buddies time to vector off and look for softer targets, but those corvettes needed a fighter screen and Red Squadron wasn't about to fall for one of the oldest tricks in the book.

"Copy, Red Three. Red Leader to Red Squadron, disengage. We've got a different fight."

Shots swarmed past Ryan's fighter, fortunately he wasn't inside the bogey's weapons parameters and wild shots went wide. The bandit streaked away, then began a looping turn. Ryan breathed regularly, relying on the Force for guidance. Korr hit the throttle and increased his distance to the fulcrum, or the point at which the bandit began his turn. The nimble shrike leapt forward, eager to obey the commands.

Ryan waited for his line of sight to increase on the bandit, which would indicate that the tango had reached a key point in his turn. As soon as the blip in space started to grow larger, Ryan yanked on the yoke and began Basic Fighter Maneuvers, or BFMs, with a tight turn. Ordinarily this would have begun a two circle game that involved each fighter turning in their own circle, swinging head on toward each other, and attempting to turn in and behind the other. However, the Shrike's extreme nimbleness, recalling the glory days of the A-wing, far outstripped the bulky Defender, with its heavy shields and large carapace. This gave the Shrike far better corner velocity, which, coupled with Ryan's Force sensitivity, enabled him to pull the fighter into a sharp 6 G turn that brought him inside the bandit's turning circle. Korr gritted his teeth as he tightened his gut and hooked to keep the G force at bay.

The U-wing's targeting reticle drew just behind the bandit's in a lag pursuit. Ryan didn't have a clear shot, but maintaining his position behind the bogey's 3-9 line, the line on a clock that runs from 3 to 9 o'clock, gave him a significant advantage. Korr hit the boards and began trading speed for nose position. The targeting reticle drew just a bit closer to pure pursuit. Still hooking, Ryan waited to draw within the minimum radius for the weapons envelope of his concussion missiles. Failing that, he could draw just a bit closer and open up with both heavy laser cannons. The TIE Defender might be a tough craft, but sustaining direct hits from twin fire-linked heavy laser cannons would be more than likely to splash the bandit.

Fortunately, Red Four was flying outside the circle and just a little ahead of the bogey. Ryan's wingman would be able to take care of any surprises the bandit tried to pull on him.

The red light on the dashboard suddenly lit up and a vocal indicator showed Ryan that he had missile lock on the bandit. Tone. He expected the hostile to jink violently and so he delved into the Force, letting the ripples in the pattern tell him where to move.

In true fighter combat there was no special move that could save you. You couldn't simply pull the "Han Solo Scissoring Yo-Yo" and evade a bandit on your six. If he was deep in your chilly, like Ryan was to this guy now, you had to just keep turning and jinking and wait for him to make a mistake.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Carida City
Allies: [member="Evelynn Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Objective: Chaos

Anaya had made a point when she'd set foot on the planet, to fold her force signature into a box with a spell, making her virtually non-existent in the force. It was her safe guard against any mind tricks, tried and tested too. Oh it had its weaknesses, beat her about too much and the spell breaks, but it was tried and tested against one of the most powerful mentalists alive today. She wandered aimlessly, hood raised to conceal her face. Why was she here? Because Chaos was here and she liked chaos. Everything she did was for Chaos and just for a moment, she wanted to forget about her grand master plan to have Chaos swallow the galaxy and actually get her hands dirty.

Also, she wanted to play with the Silent Sister, but she seemed to have lost her. Wait, was that her? She tiltled her head and squinted slightly. Yes that was her and that...that was Ashin which meant... a noise of disgust escaped her. Of course she was here. She kept her distance, watching the exchange for a moment, though her eyes were drawn away to watch Spencer delicately lick the cream from her fingers. A smirk found its way to her face as Eshan came to mind. She turned back to Evelynn and Ashin as Ashin moved to crack the mute across the knee again.

She sighed and sauntered over, pulling her hood back once she was several paces behind the silent sister and hoisting herself up onto on table to sit. You are very messed up, Eve. you know she could break you like the twig you are.

"Don't break her too much, Ashin, love." Anaya gave a mock pout "You'll take away my play mate, and that would be most upsetting." Her eyes flicked to Spencer. "You missed a spot," she tapped her the corner of her own mouth. "just here. I could get it for you if you like?"

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Ayden Cater"] | [member="Cody Jorin"]| [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Daella Apparine"] | [member="Popo"] | [member="Albrecht Tagge"] |

Location: The Niathal
Objective: Take Popo, dead or alive
Allies: Ayden Cater, Cody Jorin, Kiskla Grayson
Enemies: Daella Apparine, Alicia Drey, Albrecht Tagge

The Niathal came to an abrupt halt. Ayra lurched in her seat, nearly falling face first in the dashboard. If not for the straps securing her body on the chair, then she surely would of broken her nose. Or worse. Pushing herself sat up right, she checked her instruments to discover why she was not moving; and subsequently discovered the tractor beam that [member="Popo"] had latched onto her. "Not good," she told herself. Sith Interceptors surrounded the shuttle, but were being picked off, one by one, by the Republic starfighters and point-defense lasers of the Heart of the Republic, of which the Niathal was in close proximity to.

She found the point in which the tractor beam was emitting from, by scanning the beam itself to point of original with the Niathal. When she had a lock, she activated one of the warheads in the Niathal's arsenal; and fired it through it's concussion missile tube towards the source. With luck, the resulting explosion would destroy it. At the very least, free the Niathal, so as to allow it's pilot to continue her mission: bring in Supreme Chancellor Popo the Hutt, dead or alive.

Meanwhile...

The Ayrix rocketed back and forth under the barrage it was currently sustaining at the hands of the Heart of Republic and it's other craft. But the Interdictor-class cruiser was significantly smaller than the Command Carrier and it's flanking ships. Although suffering damage, the agile and flexibility of the craft allowed it to continue it's assault. The Ardent-class fast frigates were quicker than the Ayrix itself, thus complimenting the 'fast' in it's designation.

As the Ayrix continued to assault the engines of the Command Carrier, the Ardent's focused on drawing fire away from the Interdictor by passing over the turbolaser turrets, ion cannons and point-defense lasers; and consequentially assaulting each turret, canon and laser they passed by with their own gun emplacements.

Chatter between the Star of the Republic and it's allies were intercepted by the Ayrix. As the Niathal waited to see whether or not it would be freed from the tractor beam that was currently holding it down, the Ayrix sent word that the Supreme Chancellor had been discovered on the Star. The location of the ship was also relayed in the transmission. So, if Darth Ayra became free, she would subsequently know where to attack next.

 

[Racket]

Location: Some Big Ship within the big Sith Fleet / Space Battle
Objective: Join the Party
Allies: Sith

Standing outside of the bucket of crap most would be scared to pass a Naboo summer day in was a small rodent. Eyes as big as they'd ever been while a lit cig hung from his lips. In the distance enemies were engaging one another. Each and every pilot showing off their abilities. The star player had yet to join. A voice rolled through the comm, "Shuttle 22397 you are free to launch."​

"LoCK AnD LOaD!!!!!!"​

Explosions began to light up the space of battle. It was time. RAcket was home. Scurried footsteps took him into his cockpit within seconds where two new crew members were waiting on the quad turrets. Fingers danced and wove a calling for the beast to awaken. The old ship creaked and groaned for a second before pushing off the ground and hovered for a moment before shooting out into the empty space.​

RAcket's screens showed battle formations. Thousands of dots meshing due to tactics and maneuvering of battle formations. It reminded him of a living code; ever changing and expanding. There was a simple way through. Don't get hung up on the BS and keep your eyes on the prize. The throttle under his right hand slammed forward while the yolk in his left palm sat patiently waiting for manipulation.​

ALERT: TARGETED​

"yoU'LL GEt UsE to SAyINg ThAT tODaY."​

A female droid voice sent out the warning. Racket's hands went to work. Throttle down and yolk yanked backwards sent the ship straight upwards along the great belly of an ally war vessel. The massive ship had the enemy vessel in pieces before a shot had even fired. The two members of his crew were calling out kill shots between one another. It spurred RAcket forward. Yolk slammed left sending the ship into a barrel role weaving towards the battle in the distance. A hard yank to the right brought his ship behind a Republic scumbag. It weaved hard multiple directions. "TAKE tHEm OuT Of mY SKY!!!"​

Turret fire littered the emptyness in front of his vessel. With continuous amounts of small bits of energy being thrown at them; shaking hard was all that the poor bastard could try before being blown to bits. Keeping the throttle down sent his ship through the fresh fire and wreckage without a single care. A long drag off of the half ash stoge between his lips filled his lungs with smoke while deadly precise eyes pinpointed their next targets.​

 

[Louise]

WHERE: Carida City
WHO: [member="Ashin Varanin"], [member="Spencer Jacobs"], [member="Anaya Fen"]
WHY: I won't need knees in Chaos!

Those people?

Evelynn might have interjected had it not been Attack of the Stick: Round Two.

There was no big wind up for Ashin to interrupt, no Sith magic, no grand display of power. Just a girl, getting her knee maimed by a stick. Once again it hit home, with a beautiful thwack. A sharp pain shot up her leg like a bolt of lightning, and this time she wobbled, all of her weight now having to be balanced between her staff and her right leg. Delight reigned, and that smile spread further, teeth now slightly bared.

Enter Anaya Fen, bane of egotistical mankind.

Well, at least now there was somebody there to drag away her destroyed body when it came down to it. Even if it was a woman likely to slit her throat afterwards instead, oh, the potential for blood to be shed between the two of them. Enough to make the mouth water.

Being broken is of no concern to me.

There was truth in that statement. When the mute had shattered Nemene's consciousness she was nothing more than a malnourished cripple. You see, she was not duelist, far from it in fact, Evelynn Zambrano did not require mobility.

A G A I N.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Carida City, near Circle of Merchants
Objective: IT'S GOING DOWN, I'M YELLING TIMBER!
Allies: [member=Doc] and Republic and Co.
Enemies: One With [member=Ronan Dyre] [member=Bria Shadow-Tarkin]

Even when you're in the smoke, you can still see a blaster bolt coming at you. Canal pushed the Republic Commando because of the bolt that was sent from the sniper. The clone then uses his scanners to get to nearby cover from a speeder. He and his men could take a blaster bolt because of their phase four armor. He decided to not send in men to deal with the sniper because he didn't want their defenses getting low.

Taking the advice from Doc he contacted six 01 Bhesj tanks via comm link. "Get to these coordinates that I'm sending to you right now! And make sure your maim guns has something that packs a huge punch. At their traveling speed the tanks finally arrived and aimed their main guns at the building. "Concentrate all fire at the base of that building so the structures can't support the building." And all six tanks fired their the shells from the main guns at the base.

With one tank it would take some time to collapse the skyscraper but with six tanks at each side of the quadrilateral building it made the building collapse with one hit from all six tanks and two more hits from two tanks within the group. Because the building was attacked from all four sides the skyscraper didn't tilted on one side to fall but it fell by going straight downs towards its base. This would be good cause the wreckage would just stay in one spot and not spread to one side.

All Canal could say was, "Good ridance," as the skyscraper crashed down along with the sniper.

 

[Tahira Solo]

Location: Carida City Starport
Allies: @Turin Val Kur @Ilias Nytrau @Rosa Mazhar
Enemies: One Sith...heading toward [member="Darth Janus"]

Myrtle-ellipses locked with Rosa and Ilias, both powerful in their own right. A thin frown pressed against her lips. She was used to taking and giving orders. The ground rumbled beneath them again. "We can discuss plans in a committee all day. Ilias, why don't you stay with Rosa and help, Turin-right? Help him rendezvous for the medical supplies. We're gonna need them."

Gaze quickly panned around the port.

"I'll go outside and work on getting a shield up around this place. Maybe even take the fight to them. Here," grabbing a few sets of comms from her bag, she tuned the frequency and tossed one to Rosa and to the red-headed man. Her feet were already taking her outside the damaged door. Gaze remained alert, sharpening as she felt a familiar, dark presence nearby.

The red-headed man made her think of her husband and this presence did too, but for a different reason.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

TO DO: [member="Evelynn Zambrano"]
OUTBOX: [member="Anaya Fen"]
Feat. [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Anaya got the mental equivalent of a slow blink, but Ashin's attention remained on the waif looking up at her. Two hits to the knee and she was still up, still standing there. That confidence suggested other variables, unknown factors. Ashin was deeply uncomfortable with unknown factors. But Evelynn had opted to stand very close, very close indeed to be looking up at Ashin, and as a faint nimbus of protection surrounded Ashin, the retired Empress' right arm was snapping up as if for another strike. But this time it went higher, canetip angling in to hook behind Evelynn's back. The intent was to snare her and pull her into a practiced temple strike with the deactivated lightsabre in Ashin's right hand. Rather than the pommel, she used the blade emitter; if successful, the hunk of metal would leave a circular impression on the waif's right temple and knock her the feth out. Should Evelynn go low, that was what knees were for.

 

[Allyson Locke]

TO DO: Find a new snack & Shoo [member="Anaya Fen"] away
FEATURING: [member="Ashin Varanin"]
WHAT: [member="Evelynn Zambrano"]

Spencer was going to say something as Ashin struck the girl's knee. Frowning she wondered if there was some sort of lesson involved for the frail Sith Lord before them. Spencer didn't want to get involved too much unless she needed to of course. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled a soft cloth and wiped her fingers dry. That odd sense in the force moved and she quickly recognized it as her blood moving somewhere nearby...some where very nearby. Shoving the cloth back into her pocket, she peered around trying to pick up the aura that followed the blood movement, it wasn't until Anaya Fen showed her face.

Sighing softly, Spencer did her best to try and wish her away – but it seemed that the Force didn't work that way. Feth, too bad she wasn't the Chosen One and this wasn't some fairy tale story. Once more, she pinched the bridge of her nose and took in a deep breath. Spencer should have known that the woman would have made an appearance at some point or another. Deciding there wasn't anything more she could wish about the situation, so her hand fell and arms crossed in front of her chest as she frowned. The fun watching was over.

Turning her head slightly away, she wiped away at the corner of her mouth where she had left some cream, There goes a my mid battle snack...

“You can stay the feth away from me Anaya Fen. What are you doing here anyways?” Looking towards Ashin, it seemed the woman was focused on giving Evelynn her daily stick beating. Poor girl.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

To Do: Drive [member="Spencer Jacobs"] up the wall
Featuring: [member="Ashin Varanin"] & [member="Evelynn Zambrano"]

Anaya chuckled "Oh pussycat, so cold." she placed her hands over her heart as if she'd been wounded, before dropping them to rest on the tabl either side of her legs "I know that's not how you really feel about me." Her eyes flicked to Ashin, a glint of hunger forming there before she looked back at her rival, a wide smile spreading across her face.

"What do you think I'm doing here, pusscat? I'm admiring the view!" She lifted her arms to the battle above them. "Not often a busy girl like me gets to admire Chaos at its greatest." She kept half an eye on Ashin and Eve. If Eve got herself knocked out that left Anaya on her own, and that was not a very exciting prospect. Oh, she was confident in her ability to survive either of them separately, but the both of them? Not a chance. Besides, she didn't like fighting with Ashin. It brought a whole torrent of conflict within her to realisation and it was not only incredibly annoying, but it took time for her to lock it back down again.

"Plus," she continued "One Sith rewards their allies, and having spent a rather large amount of money recently, it only seems fair that I get my hands a little dirty earning it back."

 

[Ronan Dyre]

Location: Undisclosed Skyscraper in Carida City
Objective: Escape the destruction of former skyscraper and relocate to new overwatch position
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Republic. [member="Canal Tal'Verda"] [member="Doc"]

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...inserting an energy cell into the sniper rifle Ronan would have ensured it was loaded and ready to fire before moving back to the window he'd been using for an overwatch and feeding the barrel back through the hole he'd cut earlier. He had no illusions that his nest was going to go undetected forever but like anyone who'd been doing this for any amount of time he had an escape plan. Actually he had numerous escape plans. Using the zoom scope attached to the sniper rifle Ronan would have begun to scan the vicinity once again, making slow sweeps of the area like he had been, as his arc of fire slowly returned towards the Headquarters of the Merchant Council...

...he didn't only use these sweeps to look for targets but also so that he could search out any infantry troopers that might be closing in on the skyscraper that he'd been hiding in and the Camouflage Armor that he wore ensured that he could do so with relative ease and without worry of being spotted in most instances. It was during this sweep that he'd notice something that didn't sit well with him. The moment he saw six of the tanks rolling through the streets of Carida City towards his location Ronan knew that he needed to me. He didn't even need to see the skyscraper from other angles to understand that the republic forces planned to bring this building down with righteous intent. Obviously Ronan didn't just come to this conclusion instantly though; any time he saw a column of tanks moving through the street in his direction it was worth his attention so he tracked them on their way to the base of the skyscraper. Then when the time came he'd act accordingly while they positioned themselves to fire on the base of the building and bring it down...

...backing away from the window he'd been firing out of Ronan used his sniper rifle by leveling it towards the window and squeezing the trigger twice to send two bolts to blow out the window in a hale of glass that would rain down across the streets below. Afterwards Ronan shouldered his sniper rifle and reached into the confines of the Camouflage Armor layered overtop of him self to retrieve an item from his person. A Liquid Cable Launcher, also known as a grappling spike launcher, which fired a liquid reserve that solidified into a monofilament cable upon exposure to the atmosphere. Moving back to the edge of the blown out window Ronan didn't waste any time...

...he'd take aim at the closest building, another skyscraper which was slightly smaller than the one he presently occupied, before firing the grappling hook from the launcher. On average a liquid cable launcher held two hundred meters of cable which was more than enough to go from one building to another, especially in a place like Carida City, and still have some leftover. It's to bad Ronan couldn't keep it. He fired, waiting for the hook to make contact through a window on the building he'd aimed at and dig itself into the floor, then he'd hook the opposite end to the ceiling of the room he was in ensuring that the cable itself went tight. After that it was simply a matter of riding the cable down to the opposite end via the hook used for exactly that purpose...

...Ronan took the hook and bolted out the broken window using the cable to slide between the buildings to his new destination. As he went the Tanks would have fired damaging the structure immensely and two more shots from the group would have begun to level the building meaning that Ronan's landing was not going to be soft. Even as the skyscraper started to come down Ronan would crash through the window of his adjacent target and transition into a shoulder roll that allowed him to come up onto a knee, his body ached and the glass had dealt several superficial cuts all over his body and through his armor but his healing factor would have healed the minor injuries in minutes time. Taking a moment on his knee Ronan would assess the situation and preform a slow check of his equipment some of which, like his Camouflage Armor, had been damaged when he crashed through the window of the adjacent skyscraper. Behind him dust and debris would have filtered in through the broken window he'd crashed through while virtually filling the streets below and ensuring visibility was essentially zero on ground level...​