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Operation Downfall: Carida [One Sith vs. Republic]

The Hound

Guest
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Location: Carida Starport
Allies: Republic and Levantines @Ilias Nytrau @Rosa Mazhar
Enemies: Sith [member="Hion the Herglic"]
Objective: Find out what made the Bellow

For what it was worth, there was much to be done on the side of the peracrete wall that Turin was behind. Speeders to be moved, fires to be put out, people to save. And while it may have been a distraction, an obstacle between him and the others, he did what he could to ease their pain and suffering. Leading a small group of children and other young people Turin paused. There was something dark, something-

"What?" His head snapped to the wall as a booming voice echoed through the battered starport. The children screamed and covered their ears as a Force Bellow blew through the permacrete wall that stood between Turin and the others. His cold, blue eyes narrowed in the direction of the source. Whatever it was, it was powerful. "Stay here, go to the others." he told the children. Pressing his fingers to his com, urgency filled his voice. "Rosa, Ilias, are you two alright?"

Hopefully they were. Turin was a good distance from the wall now and he would get there for a few minutes.
 

Nisha Decrilla

Guest
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Something shattered in Anaya when Ashin looked at her, in the milliseconds that passed between kinetite collision and force bellow. Ashin had alwasy been out of her reach, but she had always played the game too. She had played it to keep Anaya on the right side, to keep whatever the twi'lek was up to out of her backyard, away from her people. More importantly, away from her. Anaya had been played and beaten at her own fething game.

She had even less milliseconds to roll with the punch on take it on the chin and as the asphalt rose up feet ahead of her she opted for rolling. The bellow slammed into her chest punching air from her lungs and carrying her across the street. She was disorientated for a moment as floor sky and debris all became a blur, then she found a focal point; the wall she was heading for. A nudge in the force reorientated her and she pushed against the wall in the force to slow her impact.

SMACK.

Not slow enough. She slumped to the floor for all of about three seconds dazed and very bruised. She could taste copped in her mouth where she had bitten her tongue in the impact. Smiling, she got to her feet. Her free hand moved to the sharp pain in her chest. Ember had broken that rib first, already weak, it was bound to break with another hard impact. Still, at least she wasn't choking on her own blood this time. She moved to the centre of the street and opened her arms in a shrug. "So this is what it comes to?" she called to Ashin "From second in command, to champion, to traitor, to" she smirked "third party." Her expression shifted from one of mocking to something more real, something close to what was beneath the love of Chaos. "I would have given you the galaxy, if you asked for it."

[member="Ashin Varanin"]
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
[member="Anaya Fen"]

"You got outbid."

At the risk of being a one-trick pony, without gesture, the conqueror of ten thousand worlds put all her experience, power, clarity, urgency, talent, skill, training and will into the single and singular telekinetic task of putting Anaya Fen through the nearest wall.
 
[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Alen came to watch, because he was bored. He was an attentive and engaged audience. Any hits laid out by Ashin or Spencer would receive rapturous applause or an animated fist pump. Any hits laid out by Anaya Fen would receive raucous booing. What? Na'Varro was a Varanin fan!
 
Location: Daella’s Main Ship; deep within the ship bowels.
Objective: Submerging herself into the Darkside of the Force; utilizing farsight for any larger scope in advantages or changes in the battlefield
Allies: All One Sith and allies
Enemies: Republic and her allies.


It begins with a whisper….

The Dark Lord’s will swirling about the Vahla Chosen in a thick almost tangible cloud of the Darkside.

In her she was his vessel, his tool. His will, her hand.

She sat in the bowels of the One Sith Flagship, deep within the meditative trance of one delving into the mists of farsight.

Dark inky tattoos were carving dark bloody trails about her alabaster skin. Blood price. Chosen of Vahl would sacrifice blood and flesh to the Bogan Goddess of the Embodiment of Destruction for her blessing in visions.

Yes…..

That whisper would turn into a cry of pleasure pain, the power of the Dark Lord pulsing through her.

Soon.

Dark lashes went snapping open, revealing eyes as black as pitch, shining as if cut obsidian glass. Nary a strip of white to be seen.

Crimson lips would curve into a delicious wolfish grin as she spread her power out like a fine spun glistaweb.

As the only One Sith blessed with the Dark Lord’s power, Darth Isolda, the Eye of the Dark Lord, spread her all seeing mental eye upon the Republic and allied fleet.
 
Carida City Starport . . .
Engaging Target:
[member="Hion the Herglic"]
Others In Area: [member="Turin Val Kur"]

A thunderous voice boomed across the skies, demanding to be heard, "COME OUT AND FACE ME, DEFENDERS OF LIGHT!" A force bellow tore through the air, shaking the airspeeder Hasjo had commandeered to get here. He circled overhead the Starport, feeling a variety of Force Users below. This will be interesting, he thought. The metalloid Nautolan wore his MLSS, which was a Mobile Life Support System. A complex series of apparatuses punctured his body inside the suit, pumping his blood, breathing for him and even speaking for him. He had lost much to the One Sith at Coruscant, never again. The durasteel encased Jedi Knight of the Silver Order stood up, standing against the edge of the hovering vehicle. He placed his boot over the edge and dropped twenty feet. He landed with a monstrous crash, his body knelt. Luminescent silver light burst out from the eye slits in his faceplate. A brown arid cloak draped his shoulders, dragging behind his heels. He was a waling, talking armoury. Of course he was. He was the Exotic Weapons Master of the Silver Jedi Order. A title few obtained in history. The uncommon double-bladed Lightsaber Pike, the exotic Lightwhip, the rare San-Ni Staff, the simple one-bladed Lightsaber, the long Saberstaff and lastly a holstered heavy blaster pistol hung from his hip. He stood and the weapons swayed with his movement. He dislodged the AB-1 pistol from its holster. He raised the weapon to the creature, offering him surrender "Give up, and your sentence will be short."
 
"No pursuit. No pursuit."
'Fracking knew it' thought passed. Yolk adjusted flight pattern to a structure showing life forms active in the distance. It looked old and pretty from outside of the cockpit. Time to break their old ways. Ships came into view already leading an assault on the building and plateau in front of it. Arching around the back of where troops were being deployed was a must.​
"Prepare to fire on the structure. Show them what hell looks like gentlemen!"
The ship zipped through the sky faster and faster. Rackets fingers ran across his holoscreens targeting points of weakness and necessity. Two Cruise Missiles were being sent back to back aimed for the East and West wings of the structure housing some anti artillery throwers while two more towards a Republic Ship lifting off of shot off right afterwards. With the final touch of ENGAGE sent all of the prepared attacks into action.​
"KNoCk KNoCk FRaCKBagSssSSSSSSS!!!!!! HAhAHHAHAhAhHAHAhAHA"
RAcket's ship hovered and spun slowly above the structure while explosions from the attacks lit up the sky and turret fire was being sent from both Quad Turrets in all directions from his gunnies. The ground began to blow around groups of Republic soldiers all over the field. Most of the QuadTurrets fire was being thrown at the glow sticks running around the field. A group on a cliff was seeing a lot of fire due to their elevation. Just before the ship passed over the building towards the plateau Racket pulled back hard on thrusters keeping them over the building. Hand twitched around the yolk sending his ship in tactical maneuvers forming arching trajectories above the structure. Some would try to target the ship but they'd soon be an open target for the Sith ground troops moving in or his boys making noise. Cross fire from the front and back rolled through the Republic.​
@Ki'an Karr [member="Vala Melina"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Talon Vosra"]​
 
The Admiralty
Codex Judge
It took me a while to traverse the battlefield, had to break a few skulls who thought they could stand in my way. Few could these days. But I didn’t get cocky, those days were over. Whatever Anaya was facing, it would be bad, she wouldn’t otherwise beep me up. Too stubborn and arrogant for that, so I was expecting maybe four or five guys ganging up on her.

I hadn’t been expecting the scene in front of me though. Three arbiters of the Fringe were in the field, against Anaya. This presented me with a pretty big problem.

I didn’t have any meaningful relationship with [member="Alen Na'Varro"], so fighting him would just be a question of loyalty. I didn’t have any authority over him, but we were Fringe. Together. In the end, I probably would have fought him anyway.

My heart hungered for a fight, and Alen was one of the best there was. He had to be, being an Arbiter. Having to fight alongside.. the other two. Only way to stand out, I guess.

Then there was [member="Ashin Varanin"]. I respected her, and maybe, just maybe I saw her a little bit as a mother figure. She was an authority, and the person I had always tried to be like. Well.. until she decided to become a Jedi, that was pretty awkward. Anyway, if it had been only her.. I think I’d have fought her too.

Truthfully, I’d have lost that fight, but I’d have done it. Mother or not, a fight against the Conqueror of a Thousand Worlds.. yeah. I think that would have been worth a severe asskicking.

Then, there was the last person. [member="Spencer Jacobs"]. This presented me with a problem. Time had passed and I was no longer the same person she once rescued from the Underworld. But no matter how much I had changed, no matter how much she had changed.. she was Spencer. My own personal Messiah.

As I walked up, I was just in time to see [member="Anaya Fen"] flying off into a wall. Couldn’t help but wince just a little bit, figures she would pick a fight she wouldn’t be able to win. At least, that’s my own personal opinion, Ashin didn’t need Spencer as her backup.

She could provide her own portion of kickass in a can.

I took a few more steps, and then I spoke.

“Little sister, Na’Varro. Varanin.”

Then I just stood there, taking a bite from my pineapple. Until I got my manners back, and extended some to Spencer.

“Pineapple?”
 

Kiyron

Guest
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Location: Middle of nowhere
Allies: Republic
Enemies: Republic enemies

Kiyron frowned at the change in the communications from Republic forces scattered around. He turned, and said quickly, "Change of plans. The Silver Jedi have arrived at Carida City. The academy plateau is under attack. We're headed back." He slowed the speeder and turned around, bending forward to look up at the horizon where dropships and fighters streaked through the sky. "Care to plan a route back inside?"

[member="RC-1025"]
 
Location: Spinara Plateau near Carida Academy
Objective: Defend the Cardia Academy and Plateau
Allies: Vala Melina [member="Talon Vosra"] Tugoro Taidarious
Enemies: One Sith

Ki'an had been having a relatively easy time holding the cliff from the few soldiers at the base. The cliff provided natural cover for him to duck behind and the height advantage he held made it near impossible for the soldiers to scale the slope. However, they were no longer fire at him wildly, making Ki'an worried that they maybe devising a plan. Ki'an's fear was confirmed when he felt the familiar tingle in the force of danger. Spinning around he saw a ship approaching, and one of its turrets was pointed at him. He had mere seconds to make a decision. He could try to make a dash for the rocks he had passed on the way up, but that would be running back towards the ship. Ki'an took a different option. He turned and leapt from the cliff, plummeting down towards the soldiers below and as he did the cliff where he had been standing was blown apart by the blast of the quad-lasers.

To Ki'an's advantage, the soldiers below didn't seem to think that was an option, and therefore when he came flying over the ledge, they were slow to raise their weapons in attack. Ki'an landed and absorbed the drop with the force and by rolling forward. Using that moment he stabbed forward, piercing the closest soldier directlly through his chest plate. Normally the material would have deflected a blow by a lightsaber, but the energy Ki'an had built up from his drop was impressive. Now Ki'an found himself in a difficult position, and as the remaining three soldier's pointed their heavy blaster rifles at him he thought for sure he would die. He wasn't trained enough in Shien to survive a barrage of blaster bolts that close up from that strong of a weapon.

However, the force was on Ki'an's side. A cloud of dust and dirt from the turrets blasting of the cliff fell down upon the soldiers and Ki'an, blinding them to each other. Ki'an took that opportunity and leapt to the side, he heard the sound of the guns firing on full automatic and the thud and crack as they bore into the cliff wall. He took one bolt along his right hip, but while painful, the injury was insignificant enough to all but ignore. Leaping from the side back into the fray, Ki'an cut and jabbed and made quick work of the three soldiers. They were blind in the dust storm, but Ki'an had the force. Turning to make his way back toward the others, Ki'an saw a lone Sith soldier lying on the ground, his helmet off and his eyes staring at Ki'an with such hatred. He drew his hip blaster and aimed it at Ki'an. Lifting his hand Ki'an called the blaster to him with the force and then tossed it aside.

"Kill me Jedi," The soldier said, making the word Jedi sound like a curse, "it doesn't matter. You'll all be dead by nightfall." He said laughing. The man's hip was broken. He was no threat. Ki'an realized that it must have been the soldier he had pushed from atop the cliff. Walking over to the man, Ki'an leaned down in front of him.

"Jedi do not kill wounded men." Ki'an said, and before the man could respond, he struck him hard between the eyes with the hilt of his lightsaber. The man slumped over, unconscious but relatively unharmed. Rising, Ki'an turned back toward the Plateau. Ki'an hoped that Master Vosra and Tugoro were not taken by surprise by the gunship as Ki'an had been. Ki'an began to run back towards his friend, keeping alongside the cliff to cover himself from the gunship above.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Talon Vosra"] [member="Racket"]
 
LOCATION: Carida Starport
ALLIES: One Sith
HOSTILES: [member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Rosa Mazhar"] [member="Hasjo Hallu"]

An impossibly deep laughter boomed from the Herglic, white and black throat rippling as he tossed his squat head back. "Justice? Hauum, I have already had a taste of Jedi Justice. I do not care for another."

Great black eyes rolled over the brown robed machine before him. The figure wore an array of weapons which seemed implausible for one being to carry about their person, but Orcus would not correct him. He would find the fault himself when, encumbered by such weaponry, Orcus took his head from his shoulders. The Herglic stared down the barrel of the pistol pointed toward him. A broad smile split his face in half, revealing rows of enormous blunt, conical teeth.

Adopting a Shien stance, Orcus shifted his large feet and took his crimson great saber into guard. Orbalisks across his body pumped adrenaline into him, feeding off cimmerian energy. The Dark Ocean roared over him, her sweet waves crashing through his body as he inhaled, filling enormous lungs. He would spare no more words for this machine.

Orcus unleashed a Force Bellow equivalent to the detonation of a bomb. The overpressure shockwave rippled from his mouth and tore up the permacrete in its path. At six pounds per square inch, the blast could rip off limbs, rupture internal organs, and collapse buildings constructed of material less sturdy than permacrete. At the least, it could send this Jedi hurtling through the air. At the most, the reverberating impact would destroy the life support systems or rupture whatever internal organs remained, turning him into jello inside his suit in much the same effect as standing inside an enormous bell while it is being rung.

"HAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!"
 

Darth Armyss

Nobleman, Sith, and Womanizer
Location: In between a rock and a hard place
Objective: Get out from between said rock and a hard place
Enemies: [member="Ayden Cater"]

"Dammit! Aren't five corvettes a bit overkill for taking out one fighter squadron!?" Bloodfin Seven exclaimed furiously as he snap-rolled to evade another barrage of quad laser fire. Albrecht didn't respond to this, although he did agree that this did seem a bit desperate. Trying to attack these corvettes was like charging down a leviathan on Corbos IV - it just wasn't going to end in your favor, no matter what you did. They were doing a stellar job of evading the laser fire in spite of being boxed in, but it would only be a matter of time now before one of them made a mistake and took a hit...

At that moment, a loud ping jolted the acolyte's craft, followed by a hissing sound and an alarm going off in his cockpit. He had taken a direct hit to his right solar panel array, disabling two of his four laser cannons, and cutting the efficiency of his craft's solar arrays by 20%. This had a somewhat noticeable effect on speed and maneuverability, which when coupled with halving his firepower and leaving his fighter trailing smoke from the right side made him an obvious target. He reached for the lever to trigger the ejection seat and gripped it, but decided not to bail out just yet. He still had a full load of proton torpedoes, two functional laser cannons and two ion cannons, and failing that, he had several tons of quadanium ready to be rammed into whatever happened to get in the way. Throwing his fighter into a hard turn, Albrecht's Defender spun around 180 degrees and started barreling towards one of the corvettes' bridge, one of its pilot's hands on the warhead launch button, the other gripping the ejection seat's ignition lever as he prepared himself to eject right after launching his warheads (hopefully dropping the corvette's shields), but before impact, if ramming it with his damaged fighter proved to be necessary.
 

Tahira Solo

I've got my ticket for the long way round
[member="Darth Janus"]

The force light attack turned off, like someone flipping a switch. Myrtle-ellipses snapped open, catching the sway of the door on its closing motion. Lightsaber hilt remained in her hand in the off-position as she stepped forward, cautiously.

This sith was clever and she would do well to remember that. Scratch that, she wasn't going to follow him, she was going to try and cut him off at the door that led into the same hallway, just a little further-up. She tried to ping him invisibly with the force so she wouldn't lose him completely as she sprinted ahead.

She paused at the door and cautiously opened it, pulling the door toward her before stepping into the hall. She was ready to meet a runaway sith if her prediction was right. If it wasn't, she would rely on her reflexes.
 

Popo

I'm Sexy and I Know It
Location: Engaging and passing through the Sith fleet
Objective: Cripple or destroy the Pallaeon star destroyer
Allies: [member="Ayden Cater"], those on board, and Republic forces
Enemies: [member="Daella Apparine"] [member="Cypher"] @One Sith Forces

The incoming fire was thick and heavy, damage was widespread and Popo was glad that he'd given the order earlier to maximize shield power to the bow for the entire fleet. Despite this, Popo watched as a Jabiim-class corvette broke apart, it's shields and armor failing as the enemy fire tore it shreds. Another ship, this one a Metellos-class Carrier Frigate, was gutted by laser fire and careened off course into the Sith fleet. The Supreme Chancellor didn't see if it hit an enemy ship or not, but he hoped those on board were able to abandon ship.

As the fleet hit the fifteen kilometer mark, Popo glanced at the enemy fleet formation and realized that if he was to end the fighting soon, he had to cripple the fleet with this pass. Even with nearly eight thousand guns and over three hundred heavy and standard warheads scattered throughout his fleet, the Hutt wasn't fully sure this pass could do it. As he fretted slightly, an idea came to him. It was risky, dangerous, and while it wasn't likely to fail, it had a chance to backfire if he did it wrong.

Any decision was better than indecision.

"Belay previous order!" Popo shouted, his voice cutting through the bridge and through the commlink to the other ships in the fleet. "All ships, target the Sith fleet in total and fire at will. Inform the Heart of Coruscant to hit that Pallaeon with every tractor beam it has available. All bombers, engage at will. Fighters are to screen the fleet and the bombers."

As the crew rushed to comply, Popo continued shouting orders.

"Bring us to port, one-zero degrees, bow down zero-five degrees. Maintain flank speed. Power down and house the guns. Divert all power to forward shields. Seal all bulkheads and set damage control on alert for rapid response."

Again the crew followed orders and carried them out. All through the fleet, ships opened fire. Missiles were launched, reloaded, and launched again. Bombers began their attack runs with starfighters and interceptors supporting and screening both the bomber wings and the fleet. Point defense tracked, targeted, and blew apart enemy missiles and starfighters. The true power of the Republic was at hand. With this in mind, Popo gave another order.

"All hands, all hands! Brace for impact!" the Supreme Chancellor commanded. He then leaned towards the helmsman and looked the sailor in the eye. "Aim for their bridge, and try to slide down their stern."

Between the Heart of Coruscant, a far larger ship, holding the Pallaeon in place and the Star of the Republic ramming the Sith flagship's bridge section and using its armor and triple layered shields, there was, for the most part, no escape from the wrath of the Republic.
 
Location: Carida City; inside of a skyscraper
Objective: Eliminate the sniper
Allies: [member=Doc] Republic and Co.
Enemies: [member=Ronan Dyre] One Sith and Co.

As they were climbing through the levels Canal's HUD and his men were picking up the signature of their target. They noticed he was going down and they noticed that he was using the turboshafts. "Boys," he said in his comm link to his men, "our target is using the turboshafts. And it if our HUDs are right he's going to the first level of this building. Bravo, stay at there and if once those doors open light him up." The clone changed his plans and instead of going up he began going down so he can regroup and kill or capture their target.

"Sir, I have news for you. The shafts are here and we opened fire just like you told us. But here's the thing: we found no body or blood in the shafts," a Fett clone told him via comm link. "Stay where you are. I'll think of something to get the bastard." He said and began thinking where the heck the assassin is. He went in the elevators to escape but wasn't found. The four gunships who were patrolling around the skyscraper haven't found the guy on their radar. But it finally occurred to him. In all skyscrapers there's suppose to be an emergency ladder to get out of a failing elevator. "Place charges on those doors. And get chairs, tables, whatever to throw." And they did. After the explosion of the elevator door and hearing the word 'Clear' they began throwing down chairs, tables, whatever they could find in the offices one by one.

"Enjoy our presents!"
 
[member="Popo"] [member="Daella Apparine"]

Cypher casually watched the war tear apart both fleets. Neither now was going to come out with a decisive victory on this one. One bloodied victor swimming in the carcass of the fallen in the cold unforgiving vacuum of space. That would be it. War was cruel though, nothing like the honor and glory propaganda made it seem. Daella called for an update to the battle. The bridge crew passed on their ramblings of reports. The Republic just lost two ships, all very well and good but all three of their command ships were still dandy. As another passed on some information to the Sith Commander one spoke over another, cutting them off. It was that the ship had been caught in multiple tractor beams. Cypher didn't feel a thing if they had. It was a worry though. He'd since moved away from the holographic battle display, but quickly moved back to it. The enemy ship targeting them was their carrier command ship. Cypher studied the field closely, but he had it figured out quick enough. "You sly dog Popo".

His coat whirled around swift as his feet did. A dangerous game was about to be played here, and he'd no intention to participate if what he though were true. Time was against him though. A long trip it was to the hangar, too far to make it in time to be off. It's be safer though farther down as he made his way though. A brief pause was made at the door to say his final words. "Commander Apparine. I wish you the best of luck". With a nod he left for the turbolifts, and shortly he was on his way to the hangar level.
 
SPACE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qzVBqBosf5w​

Once the Republic ships began to fire upon the One Sith’s fleet, Daella’s face lit up. She saw the spear of Republic ships rushing toward the Unity without slowing down their acceleration.

Stop reverse thrust!” she yelled as she held onto the railing before her.

As [member=Cypher] quickly departed, Daella gave no farewell. She remained focused on the situation.

An overview: The One Sith’s initially fleet took up a flat, discus-like shape with the flat end facing the Republic’s fleet. Essentially, it would be as if a circle. In the center was the Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer Unity along with a Torment-class Star Destroyer and several Nebulon B frigates. Several of the Scythes along with the majority of the rest of the Nebulon B frigates lined the medium lines. In the outer edges of the circle were the majority of the Scythes.

The Republic fleet initially focused on the Unity. The Star of the Republic and Heart of Coruscant rushed toward the center. The rest of the fleet surely followed close at tail.

Now, the One Sith’s fighters and bombers that had not yet left their hangars poured out into space. With two-and-a-half times the amount of starfighters than the Republic, it might have seemed to be a swarm. The fighters flew in two different directions. Those from the outer half of the One Sith’s fleet flew outward. Those in the inner half flew toward the center. They did so without being prompted by Daella.

Generally, throughout the immediate area of space, One Sith fighters and Nebulon B frigates focused as the point defense against Republic bombers and fighters. Yet, the capital ships of the One Sith were light on fire.

Yet at the center, the Unity shook as if it would crumble. The Heart of Coruscant locking its tractor beams on the ship stopped any acceleration forward as planned due to the Heart of Coruscant’s extreme forward inertia. It also made lateral movements more of a game of chance.

Daella noticed the Star of the Republic heading toward the Unity. The bridge was in chaos trying to work out a solution. Daella’s eyes darted around the holomap.

Noticing a Nebulon-B with a flashing red indicator, Daella said, “Have Nebulon-B #3 move to cut off the tractor beams!

The order was quickly relayed. The Nebulon, while being smaller than the Pellaeon, managed to cut off just enough direct line of sight between the Heart of Coruscant and Unity that the ship managed to regain control of lateral movement. The Nebulon had begun to crumble at that moment, though. Its debris would only contribute to further inhibit the Heart of Coruscant’s tractor beams on the Unity.

Fire the right engines at emergency output!” yelled Daella as soon as she got confirmation that the Unity had more freedom to move.

Then, the Unity’s right engines turned on at full blast. The bridge quaked once again as the ship began to take evasive maneuvers by turning toward its left. The helmsman made further minute adjustments in order to calculate the Star of the Republic’s trajectory and what the Unity needed to do in order to avoid a collision. Daella kept her eyes glaring outside of the viewport. After a long blink, they turned a bright, dark side corrupted red.

The helmsman counted down the seconds until impact. Five seconds. The shaking of the Unity continued. Four seconds. Three. The holomap showed the Unity’s trajectory to be at the edge of what they would need to escape. Two seconds. The indication that the Unity would avoid collision wavered back and forth from predicting collision and evasion. One second. The bridge was definitely clear of immediate danger, yet the Unity was on the edge of the gray-zone and safe-zone.

At what seemed to be the last millisecond, the Unity managed to clear enough distance to fly by the Star of the Republic without a collision. The Star of the Republic flew by what seemed to be meters - though the distance was probably much greater due to the scale of space.

After avoiding an extremely dangerous situation, the thrusters of the Unity were killed - forcing it into inertial drift and quelling the quakes. As the bridge began to settle down, gasps began to go off throughout the entire room. Daella looked up to the holomap. A smirk drew itself across her face.

We’ve… enveloped the Republic,” said the sensors technician in disbelief.

Breakdown: The One Sith’s fleet initially took up a flat, discus-like shape with the flat end facing the Republic’s fleet. Then as the Republic’s fleet charged forth at flank speed, the center used reverse thrust to inch away. The middle sections slowly backed off, yet not at a noticeable rate. The outer sections hardly moved - relative to the Republic fleet, of course.

Over time, this turned what was a circle with the flat side facing the Republic into a three-dimensional cone.

Up until the last moment, [member=Popo] had the Republic’s fleet focused on the Unity. With the shape of the cone, the Republic would have been funneled into the center on the assumption that they were retreating. Daella assumed that such was the reason for their pursuit. She also knew that taking the command and control was a likely goal for the Republic fleet to take.

Knowing this, Daella had the One Sith’s fleet begin as a flat circle facing the Republic with the Unity as the bait. Now, minus the Star of the Republic, the Republic’s ships were caught in a cone with the more numerous One Sith ships forming the walls of the cone. A classic double envelopment maneuver.

To put it in simple terms, it was as if the fleet battle was a game of rock, paper, scissors. The Republic’s fleet was an ellipsoidal rock. The One Sith’s fleet was the paper to smother the rock.

This omnidirectional surrounding presented several advantages that Daella hoped to exploit. The first was that it would be fundamentally confusing. The second was that it divided the Republic’s direction of fire. The third was that the Republic, which might have had its shields strengthened on the forward side, now had to protect itself from nearly all directions.

A fourth advantage that Daella knew off and hoped to exploit was one created by Popo’s orders himself.

Flank speed.

Full speed and flank speed were distinctively different. [member=Popo] clearly ordered for the Republic’s fleet to accelerate to flank speed, and Daella recognized this through her knowledge of Republic ships. While the speeds of flank speed were definitely greater than full speed, flank speed suffers from two major faults:
  • The consumption of fuel can lead to an over eighty-six percent reduction in fuel efficiency in some models of ships.
  • It also wrecked the engines and power generators of ships that used flank speed.
Such defects were inherent in flank speed - thus justifying the distinction between full speed and it. Full speed provided a much safer means to travel at high speeds. It preserved the engines’ life while using reasonable fuel efficiency.

In the modern galaxy, the use of flank speed was likely to be minimal. Even the ancient means of nuclear powered ships had no practical use in flank speed. Fifty percent output of a nuclear powered vessel had the ship going at nearly the same speed of one-hundred percent output - just without the added damage to the engine and motor as one-hundred percent output did.

Therefore, the Republic’s ships were likely to be overheated and extremely susceptible to damage in Daella’s opinion. Now with the Republic’s fleet enveloped, the Scythes that populated the outer edges of the initial circle had a good angle at the potentially volatile engines of the Republic.

Commanders of the Sith fleet had been told of Daella’s plan in the beginning. Therefore automatically, the Sith fleet sought maximize their position. The ships at the side of the three-dimensional cone turned toward the Republic fleet and drifted forward to limit the amount of safe space. Starfighters not on point defense began to escort bombers to wreak havoc. As the capital ships of the One Sith focused their shields forward, they were able to freely aim their turbolasers and missiles at the rear part of ships - or their front if that was weakly protected. The Sith were more numerous by capital ships and boasted similar fire power with a supposedly superior position.

Daella would have appeared to be aiming for the Republic fleet's annihilation with such a tactical maneuver.

Throwing out her right arm forward, Daella gave a single, calmly voiced word as her command, “Fire.

And indiscriminately, the One Sith attacked the Republic fleet.

tl;dr: The inspiration.

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

STATUSES:
2x Nebulon-B Frigates destroyed
[member="Ayden Cater"]
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Cafe with [member="Evelynn"]

Sopher had watched he wanted to interfere, but he knew the girl could handle herself. Her defeat was inevitable, but he was there to pick her up when she fell. Some time had passed between them and his baby face was long gone. In its place a chiseled jaw with faint scars showing battle, snow colored hair and a gaze that pierced the soul. He followed her as she made her way towards the café where the words from her mind echoed wanting a pastry. The echo of the leather of his boots adjusting to his body creaked as he knelt down and grabbed the girl by the scruff of her collar.

“Stubborn girl.”

It was all he said as he threw the frail body over his shoulder. Tossing credits to the counter he bought her a bag of croissants and headed towards the door. The only view half way Helen Keller got to see was the man’s bottom. Surely she’d be able to figure out who had just somewhat kidnapped her.
 

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Carida City
Enemies: Everyone
Allies: Who knows!?
Objective: Find an end to the pain.

Outbid?

FRAKKING OUTBID!?

There was no time to respond. No time for the initial rage to diminish into hurt. Such cold words, oh she was deserving of them, that much was certain, but when did Anaya ever accept what she deserved? In the grand scheme of things Anaya wasn't powerful, she was just clever with the powers that she had, so when the tank decided to put her through a wall, there was little she cold do to prevent it. She drew on the force to strengthen her body, harden her muscles and skin, becoming almost as brick like as the wall itself.

Through the wall she went with force that jarred her whole body, she adjusted herself again, landing on one knee inside the building and skidding back several paces. There she remained, breathing heavily as the weight of Ashin's callous attitude settled heavily on her heart. She bowed her head, knuckles whitening as she tightened her grip on the still deactivated saber staff. There was never any bidding to be done, Ashin had waltzed into her life with Spencer fething Jacobs already in tow.

Anaya had always been and would always be nothing.

The pain rose in her chest and she screamed, emotion manifesting into a physical blast, shattering the windows of the building. She rose to her feet and walked, gathering the glass shards together into balls as she did, pushing them in Ashin general direction, anyone too close was likely to be hit too but she didn't care. Not about any of them. All rationality was dissolved by rage and pain.

Snap-hiss.

[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"]
 

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