Invasion Rains of Contruumere [One Sith vs GR Invasion of Contruum]

[Kerstas]

Location: Somewhere near Keira Ticon
Controller: Kerstas
Forces: Lion Squad (see signature)
Objective: C
Opponents: Republican Maggots (<3), [member="Coryn Raxis"] hopefully, [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Keira Ticon"] (Imma comin' for ya )
Equipment: Lightsaber (see signature)


For the most part, Kerstas and her squad had stayed out of the fighting, biding their time as the Acolyte watched what was happening. Unlike many of her Sith counterparts, the Chagrian was not one to simply rush into battle; she preferred to gauge her surroundings and what was going on, similar to dipping a toe into water to assess the temperature.

That wasn't to say they'd managed to avoid all conflict. She and her people had had to relocate several times in order to avoid being killed by the Republican barrage. They were now nowhere near the drop point, having zigzagged back and forth. Even so, they'd yet to use a single clip of ammo.

At least my nails are not yet chipped.

Not everyone wanted to wait. Junior was still bellyaching over missing the action, and even Sergeant Leon was giving her looks.

And then, she sensed something. Kerstas was by no means a master of the Force, but a creature of darkness knows the darkness -- and she could feel a darksider near her position. Not close enough to make out specific details, but enough that she knew where they were. How interesting, she thought. The Chagrian was unaware of any new Sith arrivals, and it would be a curious thing indeed if the Republic decided to fight fire with fire.

Perhaps it was time to investigate.

"Soldiers," the girl barked, immediately gaining their attention. "Follow me." Dusting off her tunic, the Sithling began to walk in the direction of the presence.

Sergeant Leon walked up to her side, leaning down to ask, "Excuse me, ma'am, but what exactly is it you think you're doing?"

Kerstas didn't stop. "I sensed a Force presence nearby. It could be friend, or it could be foe. In either case, it would be logical to investigate. Particularly when we haven't done much else."

"And whose fault is that? Need I remind you that we're both in charge? It doesn't seem like you're taking my advice seriously, Acolyte Amida."

"And need I remind you to watch your tone? It would be such a shame if you joined your family in the heat of battle." Sergeant Leon stiffened at the implication, but the Chagrian paid him no heed. Granted, they were both in a joint leadership, but it did not mean that the human had room to challenge her authority. The others were watching, after all.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective: A
Location: The Killing Fields
Allies: GR
Enemies: OS, [member="Asajj"]


His thrust forward meant to create distance for a powerful strike toward her neck had backfired as the sith natural combat skills kicked in and allowed her to skid along the blade leaving only a blazing flesh wound.
Mantic cursed under his breath, despite his force aid she was just as quick. Maybe even faster. He had to change strategy it seemed. While she was fast, maybe her stamina would be a better target.

He semsed a warning however, the last time she had gotten in close she had landed a painful hit. Mantic assumed something similair was about to happen this time and tried to remove himself from her.

The hidden blade extracted unto his retreating arm and sliced a good portion into his guardian armor. The tip hit flesh and drew blood but it was far from causing the wanted effect.

Knives... she brought knives to a lightsaber duel. Brave lass, brave or so mislead that she was to eager to kill.

Having jumped back the girls hateful words escaped her lips like venom from a viper. To kill was not something to strive for, not for a jedi. But they had no moral rules or standards that kept them from it either. Sith liked to bring this topic up regardless and many jedi, especially those who had not gone through the orders long, brain wash like, education did became agitated or at least hesitant on these things. Mantic met her eyes for a brief moment. He was calm, not in a manner that distegarded her, but that out of pity.

What Mantic then did was raise his hand to force push her into the rock behind her followed by a saberthrow aimed for her chest.

 

[Asajj]

Objective: A - Go out in a blaze of glory
Location: The Killing Fields
Allies: OS
Enemies: GR, [member="Mantic Dorn"]

Asajj rushed with the energy of the dark side, fuelled by the pain and anger that swirled inside her. Part of her reached out, probing to feel any shift in the Jedi's emotions, hoping her words had been the poison to set him off point. To her dismay, she found nothing. He was completely calm, as if her words had simply gone by him without any effect. In fact, when she looked as deep as she could, she saw pity. As if the girl couldn't be any more angry, she exploded in it. How dare he pity me! He should be kneeling! Dying! A blind rage took hold, sending her forward with a savage roar-

Only to be sent flying back, hitting her spine along the edge of a rock which caused her to roll over it roughly. The following lightsaber zoomed over, slicing through the rock and, due to her jarred angle, across a good quarter of her upper arm from the side. This time it was less of a roar and more of a scream, as she slowly pushed herself up. A burning sensation took over her arms, not one but both. The fire had spread from the building, and now it crept up her own body. Blood, sweat, tears, anger; all poured from her uncontrollably. Slowly she turned to the Jedi, now appearing a blur in the mix of watery eyes and smoke-filled air. One of her burning hands grasped for the broken rock, hoping to pull herself from the flames. The thundering sound of an approaching army filled her injured senses, bringing a small hope that she might live. Would they find me before death does?

"Jedi!" A prolonged screaming of the word. The flames did not relent, covering her coat which burned against her skin. Pain was a fuel, but there was always a limit. Her last sounds were the start of a pained sentence, instead turning to a grunt as she slumped over the remaining rock. There was no energy left in her, nothing to keep her conscious. She was motionless, silent. Only the flickering flames and the steps of the incoming army remained.

To her ears there was nothing but death taunting her.

"Is it time?"​

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Defeated and humiliated, the cruel darkness would have her dead aswell. She may have been bested by this Knight, but she was still strong.

"Not today."​

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[Blane Nightfall]

location: Killing Fields
Objective:A
Allies: Republic
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Darth Mythos"]

Blane looked over the battlefield with a frown, it was the time.. the battle... but for him there was no "plan" there was only the battle, the revenge, he was yet to face an enemy who he and Dasy couldn't take down with few bullets. Of course sith were hard to defeat but he didn't care, he fought dark jedi and even killed some, how hard can it be with the sith? Not that he would care, he could only see oportunity, thirst for vengeance, after few years.. he still had this in mind, even if he rarely showed it, even if he of all people knows it is not a path to follow...

Blane's eyes moved fast through the battlefield but only one caught his attention, it was Darth Mythos. The man had something familiar, he could not hear his words in his head because of Dasy yet he could see what he was creating... chaos, it was only fitting he would do the same. He could remember the moment when he held his lvoed one in his arms he could not recall all the happiness he had, only the pain, only the wrath he could feel when he gave the final blow to a "friend". He was no sith... he was no force user... he was a simple man who knew the warm embrace of love... And was taken from him.

Blane took his AR-47 from his back, and in no more than few seconds begun shooting at his enemy, the one who seemed to represent the greatest danger in his eyes, he wasn't expecting it to be easy... he wasn't expecting to even get out alive from this battlefield, but here it was mroe than just the battle and more than just revenge, he knew he had to protect the planet and that he would need to control this rage.. somehow... But not now... Not now he kept saying in his head, he thought he needed this, he thought this could help him win.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Objective: A
Location: Contruum
Allies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Darth Vornskr"]


Thing was, this was a battle, not a sportsmanlike duel. To expect a friendly chat about 'rules of engagement' would be very misplaced. Far as Siobhan was concerned, her opponent was either a One Sith or allied with that oppressive regime That made him her enemy, so her main desire was to crush him.


However, it was soon revealed that another Sith was joining the battle. A very familiar one. Pure hatred washed over her like rainfall when she felt the presence of Darth Vornskr, Kaine Zambrano. The former Emperor she had duelled at Fondor and Wayland, burning down a portion of the latter's forest in the process. The vile monster who had tormented Abaigeal E'ron, who had become something like another daughter to Siobhan, and butchered the girl's mother.


The Dark Side's siren call was heard inside her mind and she answered, drinking from the fountain of power. However, she could not focus on him and have her revenge while the Mon Cal was still in the game. He had broken free from her telekinetic assault and launched one of his own. Siobhan felt the ripples in the Force as the Sith called upon his power and moved his hand, then a strong pressure came crunching down upon her legs, willing her to lose her balance and fall. So very similar to the techniques she usually employed. This was the key point, for one should in most cases not use a master's own techniques against them. Throughout her career, when it came to offensive Force techniques Siobhan had focused almost exclusively on telekinesis, even sacrificing almost anything that came close to being proficient with a lightsabre.


It was a power she had striven to master, to a point where she duelled eldritch abominations and tossed Sith Lords like ragdolls. And so when she felt the insistent pull upon her legs she willed this power to ground herself, then unleashed her willpower to shatter the invisible binds assaulting her and dissipate them.


It all happened quickly, but then she saw crimson sparks of energy leap towards her. Though the dissipation of the telekinetic attack had been swift, it had distracted her sufficiently, and so she felt a draining sensation as the red lightning struck her. Pain surged through her body and her mind reeled strongly under the pressure as she sought to focus. She could feel the dark power latching onto her and eating away her energies. Sweat dripped down her face and back as she sought to focus.


As the dark power vampirically sought to leech her energies, sap her willpower to fuel the Sith, a shimmering barrier of energy sprang to life around her, shielding her like a protective cocoon. The pressure was strong and so the shield flickered, her will warring against that of the Sith. Beneath her beskar helmet and its transparisteel visor, strain was etched across her features, but the barrier as it acted like a telekinetic shield, blocking the onslaught.


Both the draining assault and Kaine's sudden arrival had heightened her aggression. Rage and fury filled her, a miasma of Dark Side energies. She could not keep the barrier up indefinitely, for cracks were becoming visible inside it. If she poured too much energy into it, that might just give him more to feast on in time. No barrier was impregnable, but this one was not intend to last indefinitely.


And so Siobhan lashed out against the Mon Cal with her might, focusing on attack rather than defence. Abruptly a powerful crushing grip was brought down upon Veles' throat and he would presumably experience a sudden tightening, as Siobhan poured titanic willpower in an attempt to envelope the Mon Cal in a Master level Force Choke. Force Aura would prevent a Master from dying immediately, but the telekinetic grip would act like a constricting snake to squeeze the life out of him as she crunched down with her might, tightening with every moment. If the arteries in his throat closed up in a few seconds, unconsciousness would ensue.


However, she did not solely rely on the Force, for suddenly a stream of burning liquid leapt out of her wrist-worn flamer towards Veles in an attempt to blast him and produce flamed grilled fish! Since it was a miniaturised flamethrower, it would only be able to spit out scalding flames for a short while before it was out of juice and reloading would probably not be practical in the midst of combat. Presumably getting choked would make dodging more difficult, though.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]Space Station - Docking Bay D39[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] B (Hold The Line)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] He, himself and him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Enemies:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] The Beast ( [member="Greta Kohler"] )[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]And there in the hallway she would be met with the silhouette of a single man. A lighter was just approaching the point of the cigarette in his mouth, his eyes met hers, but finished the motion and action of the moment - [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]click, the fire washed into existence and burned the tip, smoldering black[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px], before the device disappeared into the pockets of his trench coat. A frayed white undershirt could be barely made out, and a wash whitened red tie hung snugly from his neck.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The man seemed a little bit too casually dressed for war, but then again… he hadn’t been expecting the Sith Fleet to appear out of nowhere - had he?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]"Nice." the Underlord replied smoothly without missing a beat. "Did your mother teach you that one?[/SIZE]"

[SIZE=10.6667px]There wasn’t anyone else around. No army of men, none of his squad, seemingly no hidden snipers or mecha-droids lingering around.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Just him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]And now her, with some dozen of her own men.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]So why was Khal so relaxed?[/SIZE]

 

[Sebastian Santelli]

Location: Aboard Space Station
Objective: B - Defend Station
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Foes: [member="Reverance"] - The One Sith
Equipment:

Spoiler

• CZ-836 Assault rifle w/ Variable ammo
• FWG-5 Flechette Pistol
• Exemplar-class Personal Energy Shield
• RLG Guardian Droid System
• Lightsaber, orange blade

Sirus was no military commander in the slightest, though he had spent many, many years in contemplation of these things called tactics and strategy. He wasn't particularly fond of the things they consisted of; utilizing force and power to bring other into submission or merely annihilating them with as much lethal force as the situation dictated. It was all contradictory. A seemingly peaceful and passive spirit occupied a host constructed solely for the purpose of war, and it had inherited all of the traits, programming, and training that the former mind had possessed.

"Give me a full situation report, please." The Shard asked of the communications officer on in the main bridge. He wasn't a soldier and literally held no authority other than that of a freelancer, but it couldn't hurt to ask.

The man took a moment to minimize several screens before bringing up the real-time battle analysis. "Got extreme numbers of attack craft coming in, loads of fighters and boarding craft. Bombers shook up our shields earlier and everything should be gettin' real personal soon."

"Where should I head?"

"Wherever you think someone will board."

That was really helpful. Not.

The Shard merely shook its head and activated a full spectrum of sensors, passive lifeform detectors, and summoned the will of the Force to guide him - and he assumed an attacker was doing the same thing.

 

[Kira Talith]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: On Contruum
Allies: Talith Family Group and Jedi
Enemies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] COME AT MEH BRAH
Music: BANGARANG!
Gear!: (cause i forgot to link it >.>) Regular blue and grey robes! One waterproof lightsaber! My necklace! No more flyaways Hair Pins!


So she had someone running up to her!

OKAY! I got this! Her brow would furrow in impending concentration, her shoulders setting in that classic ‘I’ve been a mother for almost twenty-two years bud - don’t make me beat you with my spoon!’ pose! Really, it was kinda hilarious with how the diminutive blonde emanated this aura of ready to kick sith butt sass!

She was a mite bit spry for a fifty something year old!

As it was, Speedy Rondian with the Nine Hells in his black beady eyes came roaring over to her - something about his mum - waving his Jedi beat stick in the air.

A bout of mischief would flare within the blue depths of the imp of a Jedi Master. He swung at her from the left, she darted back. He swung at her to the right. She strafed back in a semi arc --

Snap-hiss!

The bright yellow saber came up just as a cry of warning shot through her spine from the Force. Little known fact? Jedi Master Kira nee Liadain was once the Master of Shadows for the Jedi Order. That’s right! Head honcho of the Jedi Shadows!

Granted she often was ignored due to her size, but do not judge her!

A parry, then the sudden opening of the Rodian’s chest would allow the Master to snap her free hand out and smack him on the forehead!

BAM!

Force Freeze tag was the name of the game! Down the acolyte went; stiff as a board and light as a feather! Needless to say, twinkle-toes was moving in tune to whoever was was gonna dance with her. The Force would guide the Lorrdian, as it had often before.

Well…

Until she tripped.

And fell on her ass to the ground.

Stupid nine toes!

BUT SHE STILL HAD HER SABER UP!

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Northwest
Controller: Draco
Forces: Unleash the First Wave
Clan Vereen Mercenaries

Spoiler

4 Mythosaur Walkers (Fitted with MOIP) Aurek, Besh, Cresh, and Dorn
Titans (Aurek, Besh, Cresh, and Dorn)
2 YVH
Aliit’Drahr (Aurek, Besh, Cresh, Dorn, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta)
1 YVH

Aliit’Drahr (Aurek, Besh, Cresh, and Dorn)
Bes’uliik War Droids
1 YVH

Aliit’Drahr (Alfa, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot, Golf, Hotel)
1 YVH

36 Avenger-Class Starfighters

Objective: C (KILL THEM ALL)
Allies: [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Darth Rapax"]
Opponents: [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Ciara Jevnaker"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Commander Lusk"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NONOZGGejb8​

Seeing as the unknown number of gunships and K-Wings commanded the skies above our own Mythosaurs, the full assault wing of Avenger-class Starfighters drew beads on the two Mythosaurs of the enemy, unleashing a barrage of thirty six proton torpedoes at each of them. They had missile defenses, and shields, but thirty six was a healthy number, they would not come through unscathed. Following the attack run the Avengers followed the fleeing gunships away from the Mandalorian controlled Mythosaur Walkers.

The Ion barrage that had been used in an attempt to disable the Mythosaurs was ineffective. One would have hoped that owning a few of the monsters would have given the commander knowledge of their durability, especially against Ion and EMP weapons, which were only truly effective against their shields. Seeing as these weapons punctured the shields, doing little damage there, they were almost moot. The minor electrical systems that were disabled were not essential to the operation of the beast and the dedicated reactors to its communications and control centers allowed them to continue operating at peak efficiency. Their anti-aircraft and anti-missile weapons active, they took shots at the gunships and their approaching warheads. These dummy weapons were effective however, but as the gunships had attempted to strafe “Below” the Mythosaurs, they were slow, having to dodge trees and obstacles, as well as the Anti-Air fire from the four walkers. They would be in great danger, especially with the Avengers coming up for their rear. The missiles did however cause noticeable and sever damage to the shields of the two lead walkers. Added with the fire from the Behemoths of Ciara Jevnaker, these walkers were in danger with their shields flickering out at long last

“Fire the remaining missiles at the Behemoths. Seeing as sixteen does next to nothing to an AT-FAT we will be here a while especially since we are the more durable.”

Orbital Bombardments, concentrate artillery strikes, and close combat. Close combat against Stormtroopers. Bes’Uliik War Droids became embroiled in slashing apart Stormtroopers with their claws, ripping them to shreds with shockwave generators, this was no strafing run, this was full on war at knife point. The Bes’Uliiks, acting as heavy cavalry lashed out with all of their weapons, shatter missiles at enemy armor, aiming for weak spots when they could, and shockwave generators into infantry. The riders, equipped with a powerful rifle, a grenade launcher, wrist lasers and flamethrowers and a missile launcher, fired into their ranks with everything they could manage. This valley would be filled with the fires and ashes of incendiary grenades and thermal detonators.

With Jamming signals disabling a great deal of the protector and observer models of probes the Mandalorians ability to call in artillery was hampered, but with the increased processing and signal strength of YVH Probes, they remained active, operating similar to Droideka’s of old, forming squad support weapons platforms for Mandalorian warriors going into fire fights and close combat with the Imperial Troops. The combined fire power of twelve light repeating blasters and twelve armor piercing, high caliber slugthrowers per squadron was death for most soldiers, even Stormtroopers. The Mandalorians made use of their jump packs, allowing them to leap into cqc with the Stormtroopers and hack them apart with strength enhances cleaving blows from Beskads or crush them with their crushgaunts. Acid throwers that could melt a man into a puddle were used, as were wrist charrics and cryoban guns. Always Outnumbered, never outgunned was the saying, and it was truer now more than ever.

Mass amounts of grenades, legitimately ten or more per Mandalorian being used to clear out foxholes and emplacements, the Stormtroopers had little advantage while being struck from the rear by the veteran mandalorian forces perfectly equipped and trained for this kind of fighting. The other added benefit to this style of fighting was it greatly reduced the effectiveness of the Imperial Armor. Mandalorian forces were far too close and pursuing the Imperial Forces for the larger vehicles to be able to fire without endangering their own troops.

Small explosions filled the rear of the passes that the Imperials had dug themselves into, the jamming beacons being destroyed along the way, allowing the YVH probes further range than their current, heavily restricted status due to those beacons.

The Titans, moving in smaller groups, number only about thirty approached their target in the south. Once they arrived there they would be able to assist with the most important part of this mission. It was difficult for them to snake around the enemy forces, but we managed.

Summary of Actions

Spoiler

Strafing run on Ali Hadrix’s Mythosaurs from Avenger-class Starfighters
Continue Firing main weapons on Ali Hadrix’s Mythosaurs
Anti-Air Fire into Ali Hadrix’s Gunships
Continue Close Combat with Alva Calvarona’s Stormtroopers
Continue Moving with the Titans

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: The Killing Fields
Objective: Guess who’s going to be killed
Allies: Not any more…
Enemies: [member="Vengeance"]
Equipment: None
Theme: Sweet little sister

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W1ghaH4-s7k

Corvus listened with the patience of a Master listening to the wayward ramblings of an errant Youngling.

“You know what they say about assuming don’t you?” She smiled again, “But I’m glad to hear that some Sith still believe in honour. Believe me, it’s a dying concept from where I’m looking from. You have a Code. It should be important to you.”

“But just as thieves have a Code, and honour amongst themselves - and I don’t mean the New Jedi Order by the way…” She shook her head at an obviously painful recollection, “It can be as much a hindrance as a help.”

“But if honour made you, then I applaud your conviction. Many Jedi could learn from you in this regard. And yes, I am not above praising Sith where it’s due. After all, many had excellent teaching methods — Darth Bane for one is an excellent study. But I digress.”

“You should tell me what you believe in.”

But before he could answer, he said something confusing. Her brother was sadly dead, and she was no Sith to be referred to as a sister, so what did he mean? And why dismiss his Acolyte?

He had intrigued her and as Silara cut them off from the battle with a ring of fire, Corvus was set to ensure their conversation was not interrupted.

So she immersed herself in the Force, in the way taught by the Fallanassi. And she included Vengeance. As they continued to talk, the world would continue as normal around them - Vengeance would probably not be aware of what had happened. But to that outside world, they’d suddenly become invisible and inaudible. They were now immersed in the White Current. No chance of any late-comers bothering them until their little tête-à-tête was concluded.

“OK, you have my attention…My undivided attention.”

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Location: "The Killing Fields"
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Darth Azurea"]
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Gear: Lightsaber x2, Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, Amphistaff, Razor bugs

The Togruta grinned at the words of his dear. She had a way of just knowing exactly what to say. It was crazy, how one word or merely the tone of her voice, could set his mood off in various directions. The fact that she held some kind of power over him was inescapable. This time she took his burning hot fury, and almost turned it into a maniacal glee. He wouldn't be alone in his pain and suffering. No, he would unleash it upon every soul he came across on Contruum that did not swear loyalty to the Dark Lord. This excited him. Pyrrhus wasn't one for mindless slaughter. The Sith were above mere butchery, a life could be used in some many ways. When it ended, it was over. But today he would claim every single individual he came across, regardless of species, gender or age. The weak sealed their own fate It was time to make an example of their opposition. That was their purpose now. That was, of course, the Jedi Master now in front of him would be so kind as to let him pass.

Pyrrhus hadn't yet caught on to the identity of the woman slowly coming up closer to him. He didn't know they were old acquaintances. Azurea had already realized. But then she spoke. Reunion? What was she talking about? If not for his facial features being hidden behind his helmet, Taeli would have noticed the puzzled look on his face. And she knew Azurea, before she became Sith. A former Jedi associate? But then it dawned on him...

An image flashed before his mind. He was on Ruusan, fighting the Jedi known as Setzi Lunelle. Though she resisted his personal brand of logic, he had felt her drawn to the darkness. If given more time, he could've had her... But then that ship swooped in, and rescued her. Took her away from him. The Jedi. That Jedi. This was the very same that had stolen Azurea away from him once. Seeing her again might have invoked a fury in him, but instead, he laughed. It wasn't a condescending laugh, and he didn't imagine she would guess why. But he wasn't in a mood to restrict his emotions. She had tried to stop him then, to 'save' Setzi. Even so, before her now, stood the Sith Knight, Darth Azurea. She had failed. The former Jedi soldier now picked up her blade and turned it on the Jedi. It was beautiful. It was his Ruusan dream coming true.

"Well this is a lovely surprise. I believe we know each other. Vaguely." his slightly contorted voice sounded. His words pleasant, but his tone was deprived of mirth. "What is your name, Jedi?" The word 'Jedi' was one hard to speak without it coming off sounding as an insult. For her sake, he managed to tone it down to a veiled insult with a hatred barely contained. It was the best he could do. But as the Force had deemed their paths fit to cross for a second time, in a place such as this, he had to know her name. Given the company he was bringing, it was almost a little too perfect. The Force worked in mysterious ways.

He too unclipped his lightsaber from his belt, welcoming it with the firm grasp of his palm. It was a custom make. The hilt was curved, the grip seemed made of bones. The bone of Akuls, the fiercest predator his home planet Shili had to offer. Of course, Pyrrhus considered himself the exception. He did notice the unusual hilt of the Jedi's lightsaber. What was its function? Its purpose? He would look forward to examining it.

 

[Ameli Trahir]

Location: Shipyards.
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Lassiter"]
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"]
Gear: Lightsaber

Master Sena had come out. Ameli had a problem with authority figures, especially the part about listening to them. She had this nasty habit of getting a great desire to do exactly the opposite. She had a problem taking them seriously, much like she had a problem taking Sena seriously now. It wasn't that she didn't respect her, she did. Sena's opinion mattered a great deal to her. But when she told her what to do, or made it sound like she was going to get a scolding later for her behaviour... Well, she couldn't help but put on an 'Yeah right. We'll see' attitude. Yup, some discipline was definitely in order.

"But you said!" she protested, without seeming to care to follow up the protest with a substantial complaint. "Looks matter. This is better. Don't you like it?" she asked, faking insecurity, as if she wanted to appeal to the part of Sena that wanted to reassure her, build up her confidence. As if it needed to climb higher. The blonde had her manipulative moments.

Then she saw him. Or, well, not really. He was all masked and armoured up. But she saw his figure. She gave Sena a quick, knowing look. What was the deal with them always bumping into the heavily armoured type? What was wrong with the regular lightsaber susceptible meatbags? "Joke's on you." Ameli said, walking down the ramp, pulling out the hilt of her lightsaber. "I never got my pilot licence." innocently unknowing of the obvious comeback she set herself up for.

 

[Iziz]

Location: Killing Fields
Objective: Destroy Sith
Allies: OS
Enemies: GR [member="James Mathison"]

"I'm glad you think so, but I am not just any Sith ... "

Iziz could feel the tendrils of the force begin to focus on something on his person, he braced himself as what came to pass was something the sith would no expect, each of his two other lightsabers' blades ejected without his will, the Jedi manipulating the three directional gearboxes on each of them and activating them down to their first trigger, making their length little more than a shoto light-saber. The Jawa the second he saw the objective of his opponent and felt the telekinetic manipulation at his hip Immediately attempted to change his stance with his force speed augmented agility, but still sustained surface burns to his thighs as the sabers hung down at his sides. So, Iziz was indeed distracted for a moment, cursing in his native tongue loudly as the Jedi rushed his position with a swift circular strike for the Jawa's side with the intent to follow through and attack a second time with the other...


There was no time to deal with one issue

The second was far too imanent. ​

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Iziz could feel the pull of the hunger.​

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Reacting to the first slash, the Jawa needed to completely disengage from his opponent, pushing both hands forward one at a time. The first was a grip to hold the off hand of the Jedi in place, opening up his chest for the second push to intercept his attacks before they happened. A means to create distance with a wave and hopefully a couple of bruises and winding with the direct force push to the diaphragm of the Jedi. The full power of the push would be dampened, saving the Jedi from any broken bones should the attack be successful, while at least a couple dozen meters of distance would be gained... But that was only the first part of the Assassins's attack, spiteful at the underhanded tactic of the Jedi, Iziz would show him how a Sith uses his opponent's weapons.

Holding out a hand he would focus on the light-saber in his off-hand. The construction of a light-saber was often uniform as the order in which materials were placed on the interior was mandatory, and the force signature of a light-saber crystal was like a tiny beacon to those who knew what they were looking for. Using another telekinetic grip, not on the saber, but on the crystal within its frame, Iziz would twist, and intend to unalign the crystal fro the beam which flowed through it. Something which would take dis-assembly and reconstruction to fix, but in a couple of moments it would cause the light-saber to explode violently, threatening to take the Jedi's entire arm were it not de-activated or discarded. Following Iziz would discard his staff and draw the twin blades which had moments ago wounded his sides. Moving became painful, but a trained mind could surpass the pain of the body.

Iziz for once, would await the actions of his opponent, his tail swaying side to side like an ambush predator as the Jawa's focus honed in like a knife, pooling his strength in the force and attempting to center himself again while sensing for Jame's movements.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective: A
Location: The Killing Fields
Allies: GR
Enemies: OS, [member="Asajj"]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBECiQ3iCNU[/media]​

The sith staggered forward, with her jagged movement - resembling her undead abomination that she previously had summoned. Her assault was cut short as the jedis stronger force push had her roaring back through the air. Like a meteor her back hit the rock followed by the saber that tore through her cloth and flesh leaving a burn mark not soon to be forgotten.

The hatred that had fueled her beautiful features was now turned to a twisted shape of her former self. the scorching of heat, mixed with her wide mad eyes and fiery voice executing far above what her voice would normally manage. Her word:

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"Jedi!" ​

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It tore itself free from the inferno, riding on the wave of spite and vengeance it hit Mantic harder then any of her knives.​

The hate....
He shivered and realized that mercy for this one, was not to let her live.
Closing his eyes he lifted his both hands toward the rock towering above her. Through the roars of the flame there was suddenly a loud crushing sound as the jedi used the crack that his saber had caused when missing her to split the rock. A pearl of sweat found its way down from his forehead and jumped of his cheek finding rest in the beard, mixing with the red fluid that already called the place home.

Then, the stones started to drip down unto the girls body. she would not be left much more choice but face the dreaded darkness that she so craved for her opponent. Doom in the shape of solid rock then rained down forming a quire to accompany her screams of despair and humiliation.

It was done. Mantic turned and left the sith acolyte, burned, scarred, crushed beneath the shards of the great rocks that had finally ended the evil ones existence....

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Or so Mantic believed...

 

[Taneas Haring]

(Edited )
Location: in the sky
Objective: C
Allies: [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="SC-4486"]
Enemy's: [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Draco Vereen"] @kerstas

NPC:

X 40 dynamic class freighters

X80 voi speeders

[media]https://youtu.be/jIxas0a-KgM[/media]​

With the fleets now engaged it was a perfect time to slip past them to start the air superiority. Taneas had taken lead of this task force commanding the small fleet. as the ships dropped out of hyperspace, the dynamic class freighters didn't waste time plotting a course straight to the surface. With in luck they would come out above one of the commanders of the imperial remnant stuck in a perilous firefight. "Commander Calvarona, air support is en route to you location." As the swarm of dynamic ships made their way down they deployed forty of the VOI speeders and left them behind to form a second wave.


The dynamic class freighters took lead to begin the assaults on the first set of targets, they would come in low passing over the top of Alva's force ([member="Cryax Bane"]) immediately firing on AT-AW's and droids around with the heavy dual heavy lasers and the underneath quad laser cannon and the repeating laser turret. A line of red lights from the shots would follow along the ground mowing over hostile leading up to the designated target. All forty of the freighters spread into groups of ten to create a wider line of fire out to maximize the damage. The underneath turrets would keep aim on the walkers till out of range and turning to begin a new attack run. "All allied units, air support has arrived. I will try to cover you all so mark the targets."

He would open the com's to all the other ships while he had a smirk on his face. "Keep your com's open boys and gal's, if your close to a marked target brake off to attack and then return. Until then release the rest of the VOI speeders and come round for a second run." It wasn't long till the second wave of already deployed sppeders came baring down on Cryax banes force engaged with Alva's. The sky rained with blue bolts targeting the lighter targets before they pulled up.


Summery -

Spoiler

Cyax banes AT-AW and surrounding droids thats is a firefight with Alva's force have been attacked by 80 dynamic class freighters.
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40 VOI speeders have assaulted droids belonging to Cryax bane.
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other 40 VOI speeders have been deployed.

Another 60 dynamic class freighters are on their way as reinforcements

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: On Contruum
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Vaulkhar"]

The Sith stepped forward and brought his blade down in a powered strike. Barrien, holding his own green blade in two hands, brought his weapon up, parallel to the horizon, slid forward to be underneath of the blade, and caught the attack, using his stance to bear the brunt of the force of the attack down into the ground. The Sith struck a banter with him after his attack. This was a tactic that he knew was meant to throw him off, to loosen his concentration, but that was something he could not allow to happen, because of he faltered he would lose, or worse: he would cause harm to the man he faced, which was outside the bounds of his personal moral code.

Still, he had to give some form of answer. It was only polite.

"I cometh from a world that the likes of thee shalt nev'r beest allowed to knoweth."

The Empire had already found the world and set up shop there, a remnant of the old Empire, now lying largely dormant as it builds its forces in secrecy. The newer versions are and were nothing compared to what the Galactic Empire of old was. Barrien knew there was cause to fear a resurgence of that Empire, but he would not allow that to bother him in battle.

Pushing up with force against the attacking blade, he moved to throw his opponent back just enough to dislodge their blades. In that same moment, he slid his blade down, intentionally going for the mans arm, though not in an effort to slice it clean off. Rather, his intention was to merely graze his blade along the mans arm, an effort to cause him pain rather than an insufferable wound that might destroy him. A wound such as the one he aimed for would not take his opponent out of the fight, he knew this, but Barrien practiced a measured caution when fighting. Many small blows would ultimately defeat his opponent while allowing the man to live.

 

[Hopeman12]

Objective C
Location: Inside the Garrison
Objective: Protect the Base at ALL COSTS
Allies: [member="Ali Hadrix"] GR
Enemies: [member="Cryax Bane"] OS

"Suit Up and Get Ready!" Was the first thing that Jordun commanded after arriving in the Garrison, "Sir, The OS Forces are being engaged outside the base!" One of the troopers reported. "Great, that will give us some time to prepare and attack" Jordun thought to himself. "Men get in position, we need to hold off the droids until Master [member="Ali Hadrix"] arrives". The remaining troopers then got on The base's turrets or found cover near the entrance of the base. Jordun stood in the middle of all of this and quietly took off his helmet. Jordun whispered to himself, "May the force be with us" as he ignited his blue lightsaber and watched as the remaining 100 droids charged at the garrison.

Current Mood: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBIErC5Feak

 

[Darth Veles]

Objective: A
Location: Killing fields
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] and mainly [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Gear: 2x lightsabers, cybernetic hand with a hidden blade, sword

His opponent’s fury could be practically tasted through the Force – and as one of those who utilized such strong feelings, Veles did not hesitate to feast on the woman’s hatred and anger, sharing a meal with her. The nourishment did last very long though, with another telekinetic grip crushing the amphibious Sith’s body, this time his throat. Invisible fingers of steel sought to rob him of breath, make him choke, squeeze the life out of him, the only thing preventing the beskar-clad woman from achieving her goal was the Sith Lord’s will battling against her own. The immobilizing attack greatly threatened to leave him exposed or outright kill him, and so breaking it became his priority. Veles’ vision turned red, the world darkened, but he pushed back, loosening the grip enough to wiggle out of it, only to receive cooking from a flamethrower. Its burning wall crashed against his body just as he tossed himself backwards, trying to ignore the burning heat licking his sensitive skin. Landing on the ground with a heavy thud was nothing compared to his front that was on fire, literally. A panicked scream left his mouth, hand mechanically putting the flames on his clothing out, leaving scorched black marks.

The same hand reached for the heavy blaster hanging on his belt, speed further increased with urgency. Working in unison, the cybernetic eye glared at the woman, his artificial hand training the sights on her almost automatically. Webbed claw rapidly squeezed the trigger, sending shots in his opponent’s general direction to buy himself some time to get off the ground and recover. The sight of his hand holding a gun with barrel pointed at the opponent’s head made the Mon Cal aware of another thing – his sleeve still burned in hot orange. Veles did not mind so far; focused solely at releasing as many shots as possible while trying to get his left arm working. It hurt. The reaction time was not the best either and some nasty and painful shifting within told Veles bones have been broken by the shotgun blast. Hissing through his gritted teeth, the amphibious Sith assassin finally raised his left hand to summon his opponent’s shotgun. It still hurt, but pain gave him focus, which made connecting to the Dark Side easier.

As much as the true Sith hated to admit it, the duel was not going in his favour. Underestimating the ferocity of Dark Jedi was not a good thing, and he had made the mistake of attempting to talk to this one. That cost him his arm and pride; and he could only pray those were the only things he was going to lose in this duel. Tactical retreat got denied by the Sith Lord's personal mantra and thus he had to keep pushing until one of them lied defeated, unless even his stubborn sense of honour surrendered to common sense.

 

[Reverance]

Location: Space, Entering Space Dock
Objective: Objective B
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Sirus"], Soon

Equipment:

Spoiler

Lightsaber
Chom-Huun
Voxyn Al'Do
Vonduun Skerr Ygdris
Blorash jelly, Firejelly, Magma pebbles, Plasma eel
Thud bugs, Razor bugs, Blast bugs, Snap bugs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfn4BE7HKgg​

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Down to his knees, the commands spelled a failure.

"Down on your knees, Sith!"

The scream echoed across the shell of his helmet, the sort of resounding decay of sound that made him smile. The hope that soon enough, it would just be silence. Simple, sweet, nothing more. The ruby eyes of the helmet, glowing and pulsing red, scanned the hallway as he lifted his head to look into the eyes of his captors. He lifted his hands above his head. "You all have done so well. Keep going, I look forward to seeing what happens next."

"Shut up!"

The kick against his back sent him face first into the polished floor, pressing against the helmet as he bounced. The soldier jumped him, pressing some form of tie around his wrists, as he pulled the Sith Lord back on to his knees. Gabriel couldn't help but laugh. "Please...hit me again." The knee came hard across the ribs, pushing the vonduun hard against the chest as Gabriel laughed, falling over. The same knee delivered a kick to the stomach as the Wrath coughed up. "If I can taste blood, you get bonus points."

"Lift him up, take him to the cells..."

"Wait..." Gabriel whispered, hanging his head and putting his weight against the man holding him. Pressing off the balls of his feet, he head butted the man behind him and flexed the Voxyn Al'Do armor, breaking the ties. "I have something for you." He held out his left hand, an accumulation of the force as he breathed life into it. Radiating, malevolent, he flexed his grip and let go as the Force Repulse bounded outward. Somewhere between the bubble and the hallway metal, the soldiers found themselves crushed and cracked and pulverized. Until there was nothing left by the feint resemblance of life from the body parts jammed against the ceiling, the blood dripping from the metal tiles, and the imprints of their bodies against the tin.

Gabriel went to scratch his face but remembered that he was wearing the helmet. Inhaling loudly, he kicked the pancaked form of the soldier against the floor and noticed how deeply ingrained it was. With that, he kept moving.

 

[Raymond Mosses]

Location: Contruum system - Defending Shipyard
Objective: Defend Shipyard and engage Sith fleet
Allies:[member="Lash"]
Enemies:[member="Thanith Gumara"] [member="Eliza Lunelle"]

Fleet:

Spoiler

Skywalker-class Star Destroyer - Independence
Resistance-class heavy assault cruiser - Discord
Rieekan-class Defense Frigate - Virtue
Antilles-class blockaid runner - Long Shot

Mosses waited for a firing solution from his tactical officers and watched the fleet in the distance form up and turn towards his group. The slender shape of the Dark Blade made targeting more difficult at this distance and his gunners were not able to get a solution and fire before the Sith ships opened up on them. Lances of energy flashed in the distance then millisecond later bolts of energy and high velocity projectiles slammed into the Independence.
A ripple of energy washed across the forward shielding of the Independence as Turbolaser bolts impacted against is. Jagged tendrils washed over the ships shielding as the IOn cannons began chewing at them then the ship shook throwing Mosses to his knees as the Blast for the heavy hyper velocity canon punched through the shielding and cut a swath across the prow of the destroyer. Lights flashed and dimed as the power form the influx of energy shorted breakers and the capacitors were forced to shunt their power and expel it.The shielding flickered allowing ion cannons and turblaser fire to impact for a moment then came back online once again.

Mosses stood and looked out the forward viewport at the prow of the Independence. A ten meter crater marked where the hyper velocity canon had found its mark. smaller scorched areas marked where the armor had held against the turbolasers and torpedoes but much of it was scorched and brittle from the massive force and energy inflicted upon it.

"Damage Control, Get teams to the forward sections now!, Tactical please shot this bastard!"

Mosses settled himself back at his command podium and watched as the guns of Independence finally opened up on the Dark Blade. Fire continued to pound the shielding of Independence but now. The ship shuddered as the three Heavy Long Ranged Hyper velocity Cannons expelled their accelerated projectiles out at the Dark Blade.

Beside the Independence the Discord had already opened fire with its forward mounted hyper velocity cannons and turbolasers. It had been engaged by the smaller of the two capital ships and had taken slight damage up till now. Its shielding was holding but the barrage was heavy from he cruiser flanking the Dreadnaught. A second shudder shook the Independence as the Magnapulse Cluster Bomb was shot out towards the fleet in the distance igniting in a brilliant flash of EMP energy sending tendril of energy washing over the Dreadnaught.

"Launch all fighters, Have them engage the Imperial Squadron out there. Keep them off our transports."

The vessels CAG nodded and gave the order. Attack craft from the Independence and the Discord began exiting their hangers to engage the enemy fighters. Mosses looked over the damage list now coming in from the DC teams. They had taken a bad punch but were in no way out of the fight. Now was time to give the Sith a punch of their own.

Summary

Spoiler

Actions:
*Independence - Fired 3 Heavy Long Range Hyper velocity cannons at Hellhammer Delta
*Independence - Firing the remaining forward arch Heavy Turbolasers (18 dual heavy)
*Independence - Firing 1 Magnapulse Cluster Bomb at Hellhammer Delta
*independence - Launching 2 attack squadrons engaging Sith Fighter Squadron.
*Discord - Returning fire on Hellhammer X-ray (4 hyper velocity cannons and 6 quad turbolaser cannons)
*Discord - Launching 3 attack squadrons to engage Sith Fighter Squadron
*Virtue - firing Hyper velocity canon and 6 turbolasers at Helhammer X-ray
*Long Shot - firing on transports moving in to board shipyard

Damage:
*Independence ( http://starwarsrp.net/topic/54118-skywalker-class-star-destroyer) - Scattered armor damage and scorching from turbolaser fire, heavy damage to prow armor and internal hull with venting, weapon systems interruption and crew loss from heavy hyper velocity canon, systems and weapon interruption to forward weapons from ion cannon fire. 2 dorsal dual heavy turbolaser, 4 port side heavy turbolasers destroyed.
*Discord ( http://starwarsrp.net/topic/54409-resistance-class-heavy-assault-cruiser/) - Shields weakening from sustained assault but holding. light armor damage and scorching from bolts finding there way through weak spots in shielding. Minor hull damage from velocity cannons to forward hull. forward prow Heavy Velocity canon damaged unable to fire till repaired.
* Venture ( http://starwarsrp.net/topic/55285-rieekan-class-defense-frigate/) - Some shielding hits but no significant damage to vessel
* Long Shot ( http://starwarsrp.net/topic/40962-eic-antilles-class-corvette/) - some shielding hits but no significant damage to vessel