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Invasion Rains of Contruumere [One Sith vs GR Invasion of Contruum]
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Darth Vyrassu
Immortal Jen'ari Sith Emperor
Location: Overhead [Member=Darth Rapax] then landing near him.
Controller: Darth Vyrassu
Forces:1,000 Jen'ari Imperial Shadow Troopers (Black Durasteel armored Storm Troopers)
Objective: C
Opponents:GR
Equipment:
Vyrassu leading 1,000 soldiers of his Imperial Army for the Order of the Jen'ari in a drop ship, 5 Drop ships in total. Vyrassu surveys the land battle going on noticing heavy blaster fire and lightsabers swinging. Vyrassu looks ahead for the Republic Garrison. He looks back at the weapons trunk carrying supplies. All 5 Drop ships holding supplies Vyrassu felt confident. Vyrassu finally noticed Darth Rapax with Republic soldiers gathering around him. Vyrassu then shot a powerful blast of Force Lightning around [member=Darth Rapax] frying the Republic Troopers around him. Hopefully Rapax noticed the lightning. Vyrassu then looked to his pilot.
Pilot land near the Sith Lord my lightning just went around.
The 5 drop ships near Darth Rapax and the Jen'ari Imperial Shadow Troopers quickly got off the drop ships all 1,000 of them and begun engaging Republic Troopers. Vyrassu runs up to Darth Rapax and hands him a Sith Amulet and then ignore his double bladed lightsaber blocking laser blast.
figured you could use a hand Lord Rapax, my Drop ships are loaded with supplies for our forces. I even brought in the big guns, borrowed then from OS, look.
Darth Vyrassu pointed to the air and 10 drop ship were landing, 5 of them were carrying 5 iw 01b croesus and the other 5 were carrying 5 iw 01a phaedras Vyrassu cracked an evil smile as they landed
Controller: Darth Vyrassu
Forces:1,000 Jen'ari Imperial Shadow Troopers (Black Durasteel armored Storm Troopers)
Objective: C
Opponents:GR
Equipment:
On the 5 Drop ships:
12x Olympian battle armor
10x dual weapon system
4x Viper 2 grenade launcher
15x under barrel miniature flameprojector
15x under barrel sonic blaster
On personal self:
Two Sith Amulets
Double Bladed Lightsaber
12x Olympian battle armor
10x dual weapon system
4x Viper 2 grenade launcher
15x under barrel miniature flameprojector
15x under barrel sonic blaster
On personal self:
Two Sith Amulets
Double Bladed Lightsaber
Vyrassu leading 1,000 soldiers of his Imperial Army for the Order of the Jen'ari in a drop ship, 5 Drop ships in total. Vyrassu surveys the land battle going on noticing heavy blaster fire and lightsabers swinging. Vyrassu looks ahead for the Republic Garrison. He looks back at the weapons trunk carrying supplies. All 5 Drop ships holding supplies Vyrassu felt confident. Vyrassu finally noticed Darth Rapax with Republic soldiers gathering around him. Vyrassu then shot a powerful blast of Force Lightning around [member=Darth Rapax] frying the Republic Troopers around him. Hopefully Rapax noticed the lightning. Vyrassu then looked to his pilot.
Pilot land near the Sith Lord my lightning just went around.
The 5 drop ships near Darth Rapax and the Jen'ari Imperial Shadow Troopers quickly got off the drop ships all 1,000 of them and begun engaging Republic Troopers. Vyrassu runs up to Darth Rapax and hands him a Sith Amulet and then ignore his double bladed lightsaber blocking laser blast.
figured you could use a hand Lord Rapax, my Drop ships are loaded with supplies for our forces. I even brought in the big guns, borrowed then from OS, look.
Darth Vyrassu pointed to the air and 10 drop ship were landing, 5 of them were carrying 5 iw 01b croesus and the other 5 were carrying 5 iw 01a phaedras Vyrassu cracked an evil smile as they landed
Sannika Brynn
Let me tell you about a Rebellion...
Location: Local airbase
Objective: C
Allies: Republic, [member="stardust"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Thane Drexel"]
Enemies: One Sithspit
The alarms had sounded. There was no time to lose. She skipped down the corridor with her flightsuit only halfway zipped up, helmet jouncing atop her head as she had not actually fastened it. "Booty call!" the small twi'lek shouted as she surfed into the hangar, beelining for her favorite Kantankerous Kill. "Get your booties in gear!" But she would be stopped short of her goal by the strong arm of the commander in charge of this facility.
"Brynn, not this time," the large nautolan snapped, though he did not quite seem angry with her. "New plan for you. Follow me." He immediately began a quick trot towards the center of the hangar and beckoned Sannika to follow. While it took a bit more effort for her to keep pace, she at least finally managed to zip the flightsuit past her midriff and over her chest in the meantime.
Rogue Three was eventually led up to the new class of bomber the Rebellion had developed. "Say hi to your bird for the day. Now get moving." Well, that was quite the introduction to such a sleek and beautiful warbird. Sannika had barely even gotten dressed for the occasion! But no matter. It was great to get into something new.
"Miss, you won't be needing that," a crewman called out to her, rushing up with a shiny new helmet. What was his deal?
"But I've already got one!" she replied, tapping the headgear resting atop her green head. She did not want a new one. This one had character! And so she proceeded to climb up the ladder and clamber over the side and into the cockpit. Really nice and fancy-looking compared to her Corvus, but that ship had character, too!
"I mean, you will be needing this, Miss," he responded, somewhat quivering but with conviction. "You can't fly that bomber without it. Not efficiently, anyway."
Sannika sighed, reluctantly removing her lucky helmet and taking the technologically superior HMD helmet. Whatever. "Thanks," she said as she snapped herself into the restrainers and readied for takeoff. That was when she realized there was another seat right behind her. "Wait. There's supposed to be a co-pilot?"
Objective: C
Allies: Republic, [member="stardust"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Thane Drexel"]
Enemies: One Sithspit
The alarms had sounded. There was no time to lose. She skipped down the corridor with her flightsuit only halfway zipped up, helmet jouncing atop her head as she had not actually fastened it. "Booty call!" the small twi'lek shouted as she surfed into the hangar, beelining for her favorite Kantankerous Kill. "Get your booties in gear!" But she would be stopped short of her goal by the strong arm of the commander in charge of this facility.
"Brynn, not this time," the large nautolan snapped, though he did not quite seem angry with her. "New plan for you. Follow me." He immediately began a quick trot towards the center of the hangar and beckoned Sannika to follow. While it took a bit more effort for her to keep pace, she at least finally managed to zip the flightsuit past her midriff and over her chest in the meantime.
Rogue Three was eventually led up to the new class of bomber the Rebellion had developed. "Say hi to your bird for the day. Now get moving." Well, that was quite the introduction to such a sleek and beautiful warbird. Sannika had barely even gotten dressed for the occasion! But no matter. It was great to get into something new.
"Miss, you won't be needing that," a crewman called out to her, rushing up with a shiny new helmet. What was his deal?
"But I've already got one!" she replied, tapping the headgear resting atop her green head. She did not want a new one. This one had character! And so she proceeded to climb up the ladder and clamber over the side and into the cockpit. Really nice and fancy-looking compared to her Corvus, but that ship had character, too!
"I mean, you will be needing this, Miss," he responded, somewhat quivering but with conviction. "You can't fly that bomber without it. Not efficiently, anyway."
Sannika sighed, reluctantly removing her lucky helmet and taking the technologically superior HMD helmet. Whatever. "Thanks," she said as she snapped herself into the restrainers and readied for takeoff. That was when she realized there was another seat right behind her. "Wait. There's supposed to be a co-pilot?"
The Redeemed
Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: On Contruum
Allies: Vengeance
Enemies: Corvus Raaf | Barrien Siegfried
Vaulkhar grinned slightly at his opponents response. It was clear to the man the Jedi he currently faced was not aiming to harm him entirely through just his defensive stance. But from his choice of words it became even more clear he had no intention of taking any form of offensive. It was rather intriguing to say, well somewhat. Vaulkhar sought a challenge, but breaking the defense of a fellow warrior was challenge enough; for now. As he was pushed back and upward by the Jedi, his grin widened at his movements.
"Yes! An attack!"
His grip upon the saber reversed and he brought is sweeping downward, at a speed that could not be possible without the aid of the Force that is. The blade arched down and deflected the attempt of a cut at his arm. Ataru sure is a beautiful thing.
"I respect your defensive style, Jedi. Though I have to tell you, Soresu will not win you this day."
Once more Vaulkhar surged force for an attack.. His attack was a horizontal slash aimed at the man's torso, shoulder to shoulder.
Location: On Contruum
Allies: Vengeance
Enemies: Corvus Raaf | Barrien Siegfried
Vaulkhar grinned slightly at his opponents response. It was clear to the man the Jedi he currently faced was not aiming to harm him entirely through just his defensive stance. But from his choice of words it became even more clear he had no intention of taking any form of offensive. It was rather intriguing to say, well somewhat. Vaulkhar sought a challenge, but breaking the defense of a fellow warrior was challenge enough; for now. As he was pushed back and upward by the Jedi, his grin widened at his movements.
"Yes! An attack!"
His grip upon the saber reversed and he brought is sweeping downward, at a speed that could not be possible without the aid of the Force that is. The blade arched down and deflected the attempt of a cut at his arm. Ataru sure is a beautiful thing.
"I respect your defensive style, Jedi. Though I have to tell you, Soresu will not win you this day."
Once more Vaulkhar surged force for an attack.. His attack was a horizontal slash aimed at the man's torso, shoulder to shoulder.
Sic transit gloria mundi
Objective: A
Location: Contruum
Allies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Gear: 1x MKI bolter, 1x bolt pistol, 1x sonic shotgun, wrist-worn flamethrower, vibroknife, grenades, lightsabre, beskar'gam
Having expended its blaze of fiery death and immolation, the miniaturised flamethrower fell silent. Siobhan could theoretically reload it due to having spare canisters, but that took time and would obviously not be practical in the middle of combat! Especially since the Sith Lord was not beaten, though she could feel and see that he was in pain. Her attacks were having an effect, though she could obviously not determine how many 'hit points' he still had!
The sight only heightened her aggression and furthered her desire to crush him, but then he suddenly brought forth a blaster! Truth be told, this manoeuvre caught Siobhan by surprise. Every Force-user had a very basic sense of precognition, but she had long chosen power over insight. She chucked rocks rather than listening to the ripples. And so a flurry of red-hot kill bolts came shooting her way.
While the Mon Cal had to deal with the fact that earlier his arm had been blasted by a sonic shotgun, Siobhan's reaction time was not optimal and if she had wanted to dodge, she would not have been able to because she was a good deal less mobile than she had been as a younger woman. Same applied to her not being quick enough to deflect with a lightsabre, but fortunately for her she was wearing beskar'gam, which made it...difficult to hurt her with blasters. Otherwise she might have been hurt badly.
And so a hail of bolts splattered her, but most of them bounced off her armour. However, whether due to luck or good aiming, one bolt slammed her right in the knee, of her bad leg, which had never fully healed. While it could not penetrate the armour, the impact knocked her off-balance and she staggered. The old injury inside her leg played up again as it bent a bit and she felt a sensation of pain and was knocked down. It was then that Veles tried to summon her sonic shotgun into his grasp. However, she was still holding on to the weapon and as she pulled, she tightened her grip around it as she dissipated the invisible grab.
With the pain surging through her leg there came rage. The power of the Dark Side writhed inside her, its very aura seeming almost intoxicating. Once again she became the eye in the storm. All across the planet there was battle, Sith and their minions fighting Jedi and Republican soldiers. The clash of lightsabres, the thunder of artillery strikes...she was blind to it, focusing on her fight as she unleashed her might.
In her hands the Force became a battering ram as a massive telekinetic shockwave rippled from her towards Veles, aiming to smash him and toss him into the nearest wall with extreme force. When she lashed out with her force, it could be felt. The air twisted into strange shapes as the telekinetic blast thundered towards Veles. An ordinary man would probably get his body blown apart and his body parts would have been strewn across the battlefield, though this obviously did not apply to a Master of the Force. But there was enough force behind it to break down a wall of concrete like porcelain and shatter bones on mere impact.
Location: Contruum
Allies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Gear: 1x MKI bolter, 1x bolt pistol, 1x sonic shotgun, wrist-worn flamethrower, vibroknife, grenades, lightsabre, beskar'gam
Having expended its blaze of fiery death and immolation, the miniaturised flamethrower fell silent. Siobhan could theoretically reload it due to having spare canisters, but that took time and would obviously not be practical in the middle of combat! Especially since the Sith Lord was not beaten, though she could feel and see that he was in pain. Her attacks were having an effect, though she could obviously not determine how many 'hit points' he still had!
The sight only heightened her aggression and furthered her desire to crush him, but then he suddenly brought forth a blaster! Truth be told, this manoeuvre caught Siobhan by surprise. Every Force-user had a very basic sense of precognition, but she had long chosen power over insight. She chucked rocks rather than listening to the ripples. And so a flurry of red-hot kill bolts came shooting her way.
While the Mon Cal had to deal with the fact that earlier his arm had been blasted by a sonic shotgun, Siobhan's reaction time was not optimal and if she had wanted to dodge, she would not have been able to because she was a good deal less mobile than she had been as a younger woman. Same applied to her not being quick enough to deflect with a lightsabre, but fortunately for her she was wearing beskar'gam, which made it...difficult to hurt her with blasters. Otherwise she might have been hurt badly.
And so a hail of bolts splattered her, but most of them bounced off her armour. However, whether due to luck or good aiming, one bolt slammed her right in the knee, of her bad leg, which had never fully healed. While it could not penetrate the armour, the impact knocked her off-balance and she staggered. The old injury inside her leg played up again as it bent a bit and she felt a sensation of pain and was knocked down. It was then that Veles tried to summon her sonic shotgun into his grasp. However, she was still holding on to the weapon and as she pulled, she tightened her grip around it as she dissipated the invisible grab.
With the pain surging through her leg there came rage. The power of the Dark Side writhed inside her, its very aura seeming almost intoxicating. Once again she became the eye in the storm. All across the planet there was battle, Sith and their minions fighting Jedi and Republican soldiers. The clash of lightsabres, the thunder of artillery strikes...she was blind to it, focusing on her fight as she unleashed her might.
In her hands the Force became a battering ram as a massive telekinetic shockwave rippled from her towards Veles, aiming to smash him and toss him into the nearest wall with extreme force. When she lashed out with her force, it could be felt. The air twisted into strange shapes as the telekinetic blast thundered towards Veles. An ordinary man would probably get his body blown apart and his body parts would have been strewn across the battlefield, though this obviously did not apply to a Master of the Force. But there was enough force behind it to break down a wall of concrete like porcelain and shatter bones on mere impact.
Coci Heavenshield
Dawnguard Grand Master
Location: The Killing Fields: Contruumere.
Objective: A.
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] and [member="Darth Veles"], One Sith and allies.
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] and GR. Enya! I am gonna Enya ya to death Vornskr!
Gear: Lightsaber, Armour, “Gorgon” Web Rifle.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IfXO1XFLMA
Her eyes shifted, fingers uncurled only to grip her saber hilt once more. She knew he would come, and so he did. So predictable in his hatred. The force summoned to her, pushed into her limbs for strength and fortitude, it was time to face the menace that plagues the galaxy with his incessant presence. Today he dies, enough was enough.
Far too long had the galaxy endure him, put up with his evil and ruin. Her lips curled into a angry snarl only to match his, she waits .. sensing him coming, timing is everything. Her knees bend slightly ready. Sio is fighting the a man called Veles, that fight is only warming up, but Coci decided to turn up the notch and set it to sizzle. As Vornskr descended from on high, his saber positioned in a lethal blow, Coci pushed off the ground, using the force to propel her body to the Heavens, her saber raised to Shield the blow as she twisted her body mid flight to block his strike. Sabers grated in protest, energy crackling through the air.
As the lick of the saber separated, Coci sailed over the top of his head as he continued toward the ground, her back bent in flight only to land behind him and she turned ready to face her foe. Her eyes lock to his, her force tendrils swarming around him assaulting him with Light. "Lets do this!", she spat the words through her snarl. Many skills and secrets Coci has in order to fight this fiend, but lets not give all away just yet. She charges toward him, her legs pumping the ground before she pushed off to sore above the ground, her saber positioned to strike at his head, should he remain on ground, and cut him in two.
Objective: A.
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] and [member="Darth Veles"], One Sith and allies.
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] and GR. Enya! I am gonna Enya ya to death Vornskr!
Gear: Lightsaber, Armour, “Gorgon” Web Rifle.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IfXO1XFLMA
Her eyes shifted, fingers uncurled only to grip her saber hilt once more. She knew he would come, and so he did. So predictable in his hatred. The force summoned to her, pushed into her limbs for strength and fortitude, it was time to face the menace that plagues the galaxy with his incessant presence. Today he dies, enough was enough.
Far too long had the galaxy endure him, put up with his evil and ruin. Her lips curled into a angry snarl only to match his, she waits .. sensing him coming, timing is everything. Her knees bend slightly ready. Sio is fighting the a man called Veles, that fight is only warming up, but Coci decided to turn up the notch and set it to sizzle. As Vornskr descended from on high, his saber positioned in a lethal blow, Coci pushed off the ground, using the force to propel her body to the Heavens, her saber raised to Shield the blow as she twisted her body mid flight to block his strike. Sabers grated in protest, energy crackling through the air.
As the lick of the saber separated, Coci sailed over the top of his head as he continued toward the ground, her back bent in flight only to land behind him and she turned ready to face her foe. Her eyes lock to his, her force tendrils swarming around him assaulting him with Light. "Lets do this!", she spat the words through her snarl. Many skills and secrets Coci has in order to fight this fiend, but lets not give all away just yet. She charges toward him, her legs pumping the ground before she pushed off to sore above the ground, her saber positioned to strike at his head, should he remain on ground, and cut him in two.
Lord Commander
Location: Killing Fields
Objective: A
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: The Republic, [member="Blane Nightfall"]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brWXG6sQe5I
Never Underestimate a Man with a purpose, it is often spirit and will that will win wars more than tactics and gear. In this Case the saying was mutual to both Titans on a collision course. The Scent of death was wafting through the air like a black locust plague when the initial wave came in with Mythos, now it stuck to him like his own skin and scrawled in his mind. In the field Mythos stood out like a sore thumb and from the moment he was in the view he found himself under fire and constantly in movement and the Thick plated armor slowly started to peel off one by one as he clove through the battlefield.
When Mythos was but an Apprentice in one of his very firsts tastes of Combat he found himself defending the Temple of the Sith in Coruscant and defending the very Capital under a Rebel attack, a HE Rocket blasted few feet from him that fateful day before he sliced open a score of Rebels that held him off from the Blurry image that fired it. No way in Chaos he would recognize that it was Blane Nightfall that fired that rocket, a Blast that was Inches from ending Mythos' Life before he could end so many lives....
Out in the Open he came repression fire from a Soldier who had no Force Signature yet charged with Full Ferocity at Mythos, he quickly found that this soldier was Scores above those who surrounded him where as they held they ground in Team Fire this one Came at Mythos with the Same Momentum as the Rounds Broke the Golden armor and Mythos descended upon the Man like an Avalanche of Fury.
An Immovable Object, Meeting an Irresistible Force yet none would surrender. The Impact was not of Energy but of Momentum as Mythos sought to crash his Axe Vertically now left with no defenses of his body but his Gauntlets and Leggings,his upper body laid bare seeming red with intensity and his eyes locked upon his enemy.
"Come and Die by the Hammer of the Sith!"
Meeting the distance he came forward with an Overhand chop of the Mighty Axe aimed at his Arms and weapons meaning to Split them in half, Mythos had already Taken Shots in the battle yet he still did not feel them and he was unsure that it was from this single shooter being that he so boldly charged to his Rifle like Lamb to Slaughter.... yet he felt only Rage and Fury as he whirled his Axe to slice his enemy in Half.
Objective: A
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: The Republic, [member="Blane Nightfall"]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brWXG6sQe5I
Never Underestimate a Man with a purpose, it is often spirit and will that will win wars more than tactics and gear. In this Case the saying was mutual to both Titans on a collision course. The Scent of death was wafting through the air like a black locust plague when the initial wave came in with Mythos, now it stuck to him like his own skin and scrawled in his mind. In the field Mythos stood out like a sore thumb and from the moment he was in the view he found himself under fire and constantly in movement and the Thick plated armor slowly started to peel off one by one as he clove through the battlefield.
When Mythos was but an Apprentice in one of his very firsts tastes of Combat he found himself defending the Temple of the Sith in Coruscant and defending the very Capital under a Rebel attack, a HE Rocket blasted few feet from him that fateful day before he sliced open a score of Rebels that held him off from the Blurry image that fired it. No way in Chaos he would recognize that it was Blane Nightfall that fired that rocket, a Blast that was Inches from ending Mythos' Life before he could end so many lives....
Out in the Open he came repression fire from a Soldier who had no Force Signature yet charged with Full Ferocity at Mythos, he quickly found that this soldier was Scores above those who surrounded him where as they held they ground in Team Fire this one Came at Mythos with the Same Momentum as the Rounds Broke the Golden armor and Mythos descended upon the Man like an Avalanche of Fury.
An Immovable Object, Meeting an Irresistible Force yet none would surrender. The Impact was not of Energy but of Momentum as Mythos sought to crash his Axe Vertically now left with no defenses of his body but his Gauntlets and Leggings,his upper body laid bare seeming red with intensity and his eyes locked upon his enemy.
"Come and Die by the Hammer of the Sith!"
Meeting the distance he came forward with an Overhand chop of the Mighty Axe aimed at his Arms and weapons meaning to Split them in half, Mythos had already Taken Shots in the battle yet he still did not feel them and he was unsure that it was from this single shooter being that he so boldly charged to his Rifle like Lamb to Slaughter.... yet he felt only Rage and Fury as he whirled his Axe to slice his enemy in Half.
Just another face.
Location: Aboard Space Station
Objective: B - Defend Station
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Foes: [member="Reverance"] - The One Sith
Equipment:
The moment the Wrath of the Dark Lord made it into the station, Sirus felt it with every fiber of his being. Sheer malevolence, the bane of any lightsider's existence sheared through durasteel to breach the very thing all of the Republic forces were here to defend. The emotions of the apparent attacker didn't change whatsoever, but terror and fear-stricken presences nearby it were immediately silenced with a quickness the likes of which Sirus had never witnessed.
Had he a jaw, his teeth would have been grinding down to a dust.
Alarms and klaxons wailed down each corridor, Marines and crewmen sprinted to and fro with heavy battle armor and assault rifles in hand. A mechanical arm sprung forth to stop an entire squad of young soldiers from running to their death. "Stop," came his automated snarl, "I will handle this. Seal off the entire sector, blast doors and everything." No rank insignia was on him and he didn't expect his authority to be recognized save for the fact that he was demanding them to halt.
One of them noticed the lightsaber firmly fastened to his torso. "Are you a Jedi?"
The droid almost sighed. "Something like that."
That explanation seemed more than enough to send the eight men scurrying off to secure another area and live to fight another day. As for Sirus, the Shard sent his droid body into overdrive. Heightened senses were granted by his sensors, greater reflexes and strength had been enhanced by an advanced gyroscope and servos, and all of that was topped off and doubled in performance by the will of the Force.
With a rifle clasped tightly in his hands, the Shard stopped abruptly after cornering past an understaffed medical bay. An entire corridor was strewn with blood. Pockmarks and indentions laced the walls, the ceiling was full of metallic gouges, and a single organic figure stood amongst a pool of blood and dismembered bodies. Nothing here spoke of finesse, just brute force and immense willpower.
"Stop." He uttered a single word before shouldering the rifle in a millisecond.
Objective: B - Defend Station
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Foes: [member="Reverance"] - The One Sith
Equipment:
- CZ-836 Assault rifle w/ Variable ammo
- FWG-5 Flechette Pistol
- Exemplar-class Personal Energy Shield
- RLG Guardian Droid System
- Lightsaber, orange blade
The moment the Wrath of the Dark Lord made it into the station, Sirus felt it with every fiber of his being. Sheer malevolence, the bane of any lightsider's existence sheared through durasteel to breach the very thing all of the Republic forces were here to defend. The emotions of the apparent attacker didn't change whatsoever, but terror and fear-stricken presences nearby it were immediately silenced with a quickness the likes of which Sirus had never witnessed.
Had he a jaw, his teeth would have been grinding down to a dust.
Alarms and klaxons wailed down each corridor, Marines and crewmen sprinted to and fro with heavy battle armor and assault rifles in hand. A mechanical arm sprung forth to stop an entire squad of young soldiers from running to their death. "Stop," came his automated snarl, "I will handle this. Seal off the entire sector, blast doors and everything." No rank insignia was on him and he didn't expect his authority to be recognized save for the fact that he was demanding them to halt.
One of them noticed the lightsaber firmly fastened to his torso. "Are you a Jedi?"
The droid almost sighed. "Something like that."
That explanation seemed more than enough to send the eight men scurrying off to secure another area and live to fight another day. As for Sirus, the Shard sent his droid body into overdrive. Heightened senses were granted by his sensors, greater reflexes and strength had been enhanced by an advanced gyroscope and servos, and all of that was topped off and doubled in performance by the will of the Force.
With a rifle clasped tightly in his hands, the Shard stopped abruptly after cornering past an understaffed medical bay. An entire corridor was strewn with blood. Pockmarks and indentions laced the walls, the ceiling was full of metallic gouges, and a single organic figure stood amongst a pool of blood and dismembered bodies. Nothing here spoke of finesse, just brute force and immense willpower.
"Stop." He uttered a single word before shouldering the rifle in a millisecond.
Stardust Solus Skirae
The Emerald Dragon
Stardust was rushing to the hangar minute alarms sounded but slowed to a pace as she came into the bomber hangar spotting a twilek in her designated bomber and a flight crew member "huh green pep I'm you co pilot" she called out with a grin as accepted the helmet and slipped it on"gonna make some noise right?"she said chuckling before climbing in"good to be working with you girl been looking towards being in battle with you"she said as she looked over everything her HUD linking with the helmet giving her feedback and data"alright you blow some crap up and I'll make sure we don't get blown to crap"she said smiling
[member="Sannika Brynn"]
Allies-pubs
Enemies-sith and Allies
Objevtive-c
[member="Sannika Brynn"]
Allies-pubs
Enemies-sith and Allies
Objevtive-c
Success or Death.
Objective: A.
Location: Contruum, Killing Fields.
Allies: All the pretty Sithies.
Enemies: [member="Kira Talith"] BRING IT BRUH!
[SIZE=11pt]Gear: Standard lightsabre, armour, Nagajj, Tsaisibola.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]A song for you <3
With every step the Rodian made, Darth Ophidia was there in his shadow. She observed it all, from the ‘hit you with a spoon’ attitude, to the yellow lightsabre, to the paralysing slap on the forehead. It was information gathering. In her observation, she tried to notice all and any sign of weakness in her blonde opponent. She sacrificed the pawn, so the queen could get free passage.
As the diminutive, blonde Jedi Master slapped the Acolyte on the forehead. Ophidia knew that it was game over for the Rodian. Even if he was alive, he had been thoroughly defeated and when the Sith trampled the earth, he would be trampled with it. Such a disgrace. With this in mind, the Aspect of Death found it in her to release him from his mortal coil in an attempt at wounding the Jedi Master. She thrusted her weapon into the back of the acolyte and let her blade spring forth like a darting serpent. It burst through his abdomen shining red in glory. Her stealth-field flickered and disappeared, as it could not contain the surge of energy presented by the blade. Yet Ophidia was not concerned.
Whether the long blade made contact with Kira before she fell on her ass or not, Ophidia brought the hilt of her sabre up, carving through the paralysed Rodian and freeing her weapon. She kept the tip of her blade downwards, aiming it at the Jedi Master’s forehead to mask the length of the blade and provide a more threatening visage while keeping her guard. The meatshield toppled over, carved half in twain, leaking smoke from his nostrils and gaping wound. A pawn for the slaughter.
Location: Contruum, Killing Fields.
Allies: All the pretty Sithies.
Enemies: [member="Kira Talith"] BRING IT BRUH!
[SIZE=11pt]Gear: Standard lightsabre, armour, Nagajj, Tsaisibola.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]A song for you <3
[/SIZE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jt4H824qcQw
With every step the Rodian made, Darth Ophidia was there in his shadow. She observed it all, from the ‘hit you with a spoon’ attitude, to the yellow lightsabre, to the paralysing slap on the forehead. It was information gathering. In her observation, she tried to notice all and any sign of weakness in her blonde opponent. She sacrificed the pawn, so the queen could get free passage.
As the diminutive, blonde Jedi Master slapped the Acolyte on the forehead. Ophidia knew that it was game over for the Rodian. Even if he was alive, he had been thoroughly defeated and when the Sith trampled the earth, he would be trampled with it. Such a disgrace. With this in mind, the Aspect of Death found it in her to release him from his mortal coil in an attempt at wounding the Jedi Master. She thrusted her weapon into the back of the acolyte and let her blade spring forth like a darting serpent. It burst through his abdomen shining red in glory. Her stealth-field flickered and disappeared, as it could not contain the surge of energy presented by the blade. Yet Ophidia was not concerned.
Whether the long blade made contact with Kira before she fell on her ass or not, Ophidia brought the hilt of her sabre up, carving through the paralysed Rodian and freeing her weapon. She kept the tip of her blade downwards, aiming it at the Jedi Master’s forehead to mask the length of the blade and provide a more threatening visage while keeping her guard. The meatshield toppled over, carved half in twain, leaking smoke from his nostrils and gaping wound. A pawn for the slaughter.
[font color=red]Objective A
Location: Killing Fields, gonna get this Jai Maleling and capture him for a breeding mate
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Aston Jacobs"][/color]
Break the dirt he did!
The ground would shake and crack under Revy, prompting a savage growl from her throat and the sudden scattering of her position. Her chant was interrupted, and she found herself having to find her renewed balance. A deep guttural cry erupted from her mouth, and her eyes would flash bright red behind the thick smear of black and white paint upon her face. There was a hunger in her gaze. A lust in her eyes.
The Nightsister would give a wolfish grin next. They were not done just yet. He was a powerful maleling. Yes, she would claim him, and he would be hers. He would be a worthy prize to reveal to her sisters.
"Waytha ara quetha way. Waytha ara quetha way..." broken bits of stones and debris began to roll over the surface of the field where they stood, rumbling as much as the storm over head. A whirlwind summoned by the primal power of the Nightsisters chants. "Waytha ara quetha way. Waytha ara quetha way!"
Lightning cracked, and a dozen small boulders would start blasting straight at the Jai's form.
Location: Killing Fields, gonna get this Jai Maleling and capture him for a breeding mate
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Aston Jacobs"][/color]
Break the dirt he did!
The ground would shake and crack under Revy, prompting a savage growl from her throat and the sudden scattering of her position. Her chant was interrupted, and she found herself having to find her renewed balance. A deep guttural cry erupted from her mouth, and her eyes would flash bright red behind the thick smear of black and white paint upon her face. There was a hunger in her gaze. A lust in her eyes.
The Nightsister would give a wolfish grin next. They were not done just yet. He was a powerful maleling. Yes, she would claim him, and he would be hers. He would be a worthy prize to reveal to her sisters.
"Waytha ara quetha way. Waytha ara quetha way..." broken bits of stones and debris began to roll over the surface of the field where they stood, rumbling as much as the storm over head. A whirlwind summoned by the primal power of the Nightsisters chants. "Waytha ara quetha way. Waytha ara quetha way!"
Lightning cracked, and a dozen small boulders would start blasting straight at the Jai's form.
Micah Talith
Draith Shamalain
Location: Objective B - On the Shipyards
Objective: Go to the hanger! Currently by hanger 18
Allies: Mum and Aela are at A
Enemies: [member="Ameli Trahir"] [member="Lassiter"]
Gear:
Music: UpToWn FuNk
The blade came whirling at him. A bangarang of hot citrine blur whirling straight at his head.
"WHOaaaaaaaa There!" It was a color reminiscent of his eyes. Bright and wild as the Twin Tatooine suns. The Talith, however, of course merely reacted. This wasn't his first nerf rodeo!
He would summon the Force with a breath, and his hand went extending as his will would hammer out to the whirling blade. Telekinetic tendrils would shoot out, weaving towards the the weapon as it came towards him. With a jump and a twist, he would rip the saber mid-air, slowing it's course to bring it into the shell of his hand. He landed a few feet closer, knees taking the shock of the impact with little loss of balance. He had an unnatural grace about him, almost like.. a Jeco. They wouldn't know it, but that was the hint of Garhoon linage he had retained from his father.
First tell, okay so it wasn't just your regular Joe Smoe here. There was skill with how he had managed to confiscate the Sith's blade then.
"Geez, a little bit feisty there aren't you?" He said with notable amusement, his voice echoing again with that metallic tang through the open hanger bay. "is this how you say hello to all the guys?" he gave a wag of the lightsaber at their direction as if chiding them.
"Tsk tsk, ladies. Where are your manners?"
To make matters worse, he began to play with the saber with one hand like a youngling swinging around a wooden sword.
"And Princess," this was said to the blonde, then gave a slight incline forward, his voice dropping an octave and ohhh did he practically sing the rest, "It shows."
Objective: Go to the hanger! Currently by hanger 18
Allies: Mum and Aela are at A
Enemies: [member="Ameli Trahir"] [member="Lassiter"]
Gear:
Music: UpToWn FuNk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPf0YbXqDm0
The blade came whirling at him. A bangarang of hot citrine blur whirling straight at his head.
"WHOaaaaaaaa There!" It was a color reminiscent of his eyes. Bright and wild as the Twin Tatooine suns. The Talith, however, of course merely reacted. This wasn't his first nerf rodeo!
He would summon the Force with a breath, and his hand went extending as his will would hammer out to the whirling blade. Telekinetic tendrils would shoot out, weaving towards the the weapon as it came towards him. With a jump and a twist, he would rip the saber mid-air, slowing it's course to bring it into the shell of his hand. He landed a few feet closer, knees taking the shock of the impact with little loss of balance. He had an unnatural grace about him, almost like.. a Jeco. They wouldn't know it, but that was the hint of Garhoon linage he had retained from his father.
First tell, okay so it wasn't just your regular Joe Smoe here. There was skill with how he had managed to confiscate the Sith's blade then.
"Geez, a little bit feisty there aren't you?" He said with notable amusement, his voice echoing again with that metallic tang through the open hanger bay. "is this how you say hello to all the guys?" he gave a wag of the lightsaber at their direction as if chiding them.
"Tsk tsk, ladies. Where are your manners?"
To make matters worse, he began to play with the saber with one hand like a youngling swinging around a wooden sword.
"And Princess," this was said to the blonde, then gave a slight incline forward, his voice dropping an octave and ohhh did he practically sing the rest, "It shows."
[SIZE=10.5pt]Forces: 20,000[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] N1-Battle Droid[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (Loadout: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]BTI-reaver[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] series repeater x3 Thermal Detonators)x20 {url=[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]http://starwarsrp.ne...model/}Tartoros[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]class walker alpha model{/url} x8 [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Iw-02a[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Logengrin x10 [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Daisya[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Infiltrator [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: Protect Cryax's forces[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Kerstas"]
[SIZE=9pt]Opponents: [/SIZE] [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Ciara Jevnaker"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] @Kiera Ticon [member="Commander Lusk"] [member="Jordun Darko"] [member="SC-4486"]
[SIZE=10.5pt]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Rapax did noticed the lightning indeed and turned to see [member="Darth Vyrassu"] join the fray...good another sorcerer and this will be a battle in their favor indeed. He bowed to the lord for a moment before speaking. " Welcome to contruum and all its glory" He said a chuckle in his voice then saw the arriving drop ships." good The others will want these immediately....i trust you have something for me as well...i could use a boost in strength ....necromancy is a tiring thing to achieve for such a long time...and we need all the numbers we can get for this battle, We must take that garrison and the enemies becoming rather annoying in preventing that goal from being achieved.... Perhaps our combined power can prove quite beneficial...even more so with some amplification amulets.." It was true there combined strength could prove extremely helpful in this case as well as possibly gain immense ground in this battle[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: Protect Cryax's forces[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Kerstas"]
[SIZE=9pt]Opponents: [/SIZE] [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Ciara Jevnaker"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] @Kiera Ticon [member="Commander Lusk"] [member="Jordun Darko"] [member="SC-4486"]
[SIZE=10.5pt]
His two lightsabers, 2 Verpine shatter guns, The blade of Satvas, Poisoned dauntless blade
[SIZE=10.5pt]Rapax did noticed the lightning indeed and turned to see [member="Darth Vyrassu"] join the fray...good another sorcerer and this will be a battle in their favor indeed. He bowed to the lord for a moment before speaking. " Welcome to contruum and all its glory" He said a chuckle in his voice then saw the arriving drop ships." good The others will want these immediately....i trust you have something for me as well...i could use a boost in strength ....necromancy is a tiring thing to achieve for such a long time...and we need all the numbers we can get for this battle, We must take that garrison and the enemies becoming rather annoying in preventing that goal from being achieved.... Perhaps our combined power can prove quite beneficial...even more so with some amplification amulets.." It was true there combined strength could prove extremely helpful in this case as well as possibly gain immense ground in this battle[/SIZE]
Eternal Father
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dxr5sKyK8ys[/youtube]
Location: THE FIELDS OF KILLINGObjective: WORDS, WORDS, WORDS! THE MASTER WANTS MURDER!
Allies: The One Sith, their assorted
Enemies: The Repooblic, Lady Gon' Get Broke ( [member="Coci Heavenshield"] ), and Mistress Lung Crusher McRood >:L ( [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] )
Equipment:
- Cosmetically Unique Blackblade Combat Armor Mk-III
- Sith Lightsaber
They came together as a monstrous explosion of force, light colliding with darkness with such brilliance it even caused his own eyes hidden behind the visor of his helmet to squint in awe. Then, as quickly as it came, the momentary supernova subsided and Coci nimbly vaulted high over his head to land somewhere beyond the reach of his blasphemous weapon. He assumed the low-guard stance of Form VI, his blade held in both hands and angled downward as he stared across the dust-woven field at the woman who so willingly defied his darkness. "You can't win." He quickly said, his booming baritone rumble augmented by his mask's vocoder (a metallic accent also being added to it's already intimidating tone). Again she defied him so vehemently, and it brought a faint smile to his cracked lips. She reminded him so much of her husband, the man whom he fought in a vicious duel on Ziost many months ago.
His wounds had healed from that confrontation, and it was time to exact due payment by crippling something he dearly loved.
She took a running start towards him, her feet sure and quick as she thundered across the expanse between them and then leapt towards him like a slug fired from a slugthrower. He may have been a large and intimidating figure, but many underestimated him to be slow and lumbering like a Rancor. Part of that was true, he wasn't as quick as smaller individuals nor did he benefit in the slightest from flashy and energy-consuming acrobatics, but he was well-attuned in augmenting his speed with the Force to make himself surprisingly nimble on his feet when he needed to be. He did so now, and in the span of half-of-a-second he swung his blade upward to clatter against Coci's lethal blow, knocking her violet saber to the side and away from his body. He then reached out with his left hand, curled into a fist, and delivered a gut-wrenching blow to Coci's midsection to send her somersaulting over his head to land somewhere behind him.
Turn on the balls of his feet he faced her, his crimson saber now held in a more aggressive stance than before. He welled the power of the Dark Side within him, and he willed himself to lunge far and quick as he careened towards her in a similar fashion to her previous attack. His blade came in fast and from her right threatening to bisect her right at level with her chest. His cloak billowed behind him menacingly like a specter's shroud, and in the dusty gloom he appeared as the personification of death itself.
Location: Shipyards
Objective: B
Allies: Republic
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] and the One Sith
He saw the attack coming a mile away, but the position he was in left little room to maneuver.
"Firefeck," he muttered, taking the glancing blow and tumbling over the edge of his perch less than gracefully, but solidly nonetheless. Exhaling slowly the Mandalorian stood. Every fiber of his body wanted to beat the Sith into oblivion, but he had a promise to keep and a job to finish. If he got what he wanted he would tumble, though he got the idea that Vrag wasn't the type to stand and talk.
Sliding the beskad from its scout-style sheath his eyes narrowed behind his blue visor. "Vrag, I presume? Let me get straight to the point," he flourished his blade menacingly and took a step forward, "Where is Hal Terrano." His hand left hand hovered over the blaster carbine sitting at his hip with the beskad raised in a defensive position. He was outnumbered, and likely outgunned. But you never told a Mandalorian the odds.
Objective: B
Allies: Republic
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] and the One Sith
He saw the attack coming a mile away, but the position he was in left little room to maneuver.
"Firefeck," he muttered, taking the glancing blow and tumbling over the edge of his perch less than gracefully, but solidly nonetheless. Exhaling slowly the Mandalorian stood. Every fiber of his body wanted to beat the Sith into oblivion, but he had a promise to keep and a job to finish. If he got what he wanted he would tumble, though he got the idea that Vrag wasn't the type to stand and talk.
Sliding the beskad from its scout-style sheath his eyes narrowed behind his blue visor. "Vrag, I presume? Let me get straight to the point," he flourished his blade menacingly and took a step forward, "Where is Hal Terrano." His hand left hand hovered over the blaster carbine sitting at his hip with the beskad raised in a defensive position. He was outnumbered, and likely outgunned. But you never told a Mandalorian the odds.
Darth Vyrassu
Immortal Jen'ari Sith Emperor
Location: Balmorra
Controller: Darth Vyrassu
Forces:1,000 Jen'ari Imperial Shadow Troopers (Black Durasteel armored Storm Troopers)
Objective: C
Allies: [member=Darth Rapax]
Opponents:GR
Equipment:
[media]https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=dskTEpaR_xI[/media]
Darth Vyrassu nodded to Rapax as Vyrassu kept sending blaster bolts back to republic troops. Vyrassu then used force lightning and fried 10 republic Troopers at once.
After a moment a Jedi (NPC FLUFF) ran up on Vyrassu and engaged Vyrassu. The Jedi swung high by Vyrassu blocked it and swung with his other blade at the Jedi's feet but the Jedi was quick to block it. Vyrassu and the Jedi exchanging lightsaber blow after blow both blocking reach others attacks. Vyrassu did a backflip away from the Jedi and used force lightning against him but the Jedi blocked it with his lightsaber. The Jedi countered it with a blast of force push that Vyrassu had to stop with the force lightning to catch but was a tad late. The force pushed Vyrassu backwards who did a backflip with the push to land right. Then a republic Trooper started blasting at Vyrassu but Vyrassu picked him up with the force and threw him 20 meters then engaged the Jedi. Vyrassu spun his lightsaber in a windmill form in front of himself then slashed at the Jedi's face but the Jedi blocked it then Vyrassu spun around and kicked the Jedi in the face.
Vyrassu took this moment and jabbed his lightsaber through the Jedi's chest. Vyrassu for in his face and whispered. you have fallen . Vyrassu ripped his lightsaber out of the Jedi's chest and went back to join Rapax as the Jedi collapsed dead.
Controller: Darth Vyrassu
Forces:1,000 Jen'ari Imperial Shadow Troopers (Black Durasteel armored Storm Troopers)
Objective: C
Allies: [member=Darth Rapax]
Opponents:GR
Equipment:
Sith Amulet
Double Bladed Red Lightsaber
Double Bladed Red Lightsaber
[media]https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=dskTEpaR_xI[/media]
Darth Vyrassu nodded to Rapax as Vyrassu kept sending blaster bolts back to republic troops. Vyrassu then used force lightning and fried 10 republic Troopers at once.
After a moment a Jedi (NPC FLUFF) ran up on Vyrassu and engaged Vyrassu. The Jedi swung high by Vyrassu blocked it and swung with his other blade at the Jedi's feet but the Jedi was quick to block it. Vyrassu and the Jedi exchanging lightsaber blow after blow both blocking reach others attacks. Vyrassu did a backflip away from the Jedi and used force lightning against him but the Jedi blocked it with his lightsaber. The Jedi countered it with a blast of force push that Vyrassu had to stop with the force lightning to catch but was a tad late. The force pushed Vyrassu backwards who did a backflip with the push to land right. Then a republic Trooper started blasting at Vyrassu but Vyrassu picked him up with the force and threw him 20 meters then engaged the Jedi. Vyrassu spun his lightsaber in a windmill form in front of himself then slashed at the Jedi's face but the Jedi blocked it then Vyrassu spun around and kicked the Jedi in the face.
Vyrassu took this moment and jabbed his lightsaber through the Jedi's chest. Vyrassu for in his face and whispered. you have fallen . Vyrassu ripped his lightsaber out of the Jedi's chest and went back to join Rapax as the Jedi collapsed dead.
Kenrath
Well-Known Member
Objective: A the killing fields (aka ruin Jedi Grandmaster's Day)
Location: The Killing fields
Allies:
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Vengeance smiled looking around. Feeling a tingle when that much Force power is used is one thing...........knowing what the feth is going on is something else completely. He simply watched and looked around with a smile. It was the undivided attention comment that made him chuckle.
"Well then I guess since I know your name it is only fair I give you mine."
Vengeance lower his hood and actually removed his outer robe tossing it off to the side.
"My name is Vengeance.............or at least it is the name I have gone by since I was 12."
He smiled.
"I know it is unusual..........please allow me to explain." "I was a normal child ignorant of the Force and war equally." "Until one night 3 men broke into our home and murdered my father." "Two never made it out alive." "The third.............well he is on borrowed time."
He shook his head glancing in the direction of the last known spot his Apprentice stood.
"It was not Honor that made me Corvus it was hatred, and the desire for Vengeance." "Hence the name." "I was like any other Sith all about murder and Mayhem."
He smiled.
"That was until I met a woman who in a single look, in a single, moment changed my life." "I loved her from the moment I first saw her." "She is the reason I decided to be something more than just a killer Corvus."
He paused tilting his head to the side.
"Tell me something Corvus was it Honor that prompted you to shoot down your own sister?" "Six months in a comma is a harsh punishment for joyriding in a starship." "Even by Sith standards that is fethed up." "When Vaulkhar did it all I did was give him a stern scolding."
His tone was not taunting in any way. It seemed like a genuine question he was curious the answer too.
"Maybe I am getting soft but treating family like that................and you call us Monsters."
He sighed.
Location: The Killing fields
Allies:
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Vengeance smiled looking around. Feeling a tingle when that much Force power is used is one thing...........knowing what the feth is going on is something else completely. He simply watched and looked around with a smile. It was the undivided attention comment that made him chuckle.
"Well then I guess since I know your name it is only fair I give you mine."
Vengeance lower his hood and actually removed his outer robe tossing it off to the side.
"My name is Vengeance.............or at least it is the name I have gone by since I was 12."
He smiled.
"I know it is unusual..........please allow me to explain." "I was a normal child ignorant of the Force and war equally." "Until one night 3 men broke into our home and murdered my father." "Two never made it out alive." "The third.............well he is on borrowed time."
He shook his head glancing in the direction of the last known spot his Apprentice stood.
"It was not Honor that made me Corvus it was hatred, and the desire for Vengeance." "Hence the name." "I was like any other Sith all about murder and Mayhem."
He smiled.
"That was until I met a woman who in a single look, in a single, moment changed my life." "I loved her from the moment I first saw her." "She is the reason I decided to be something more than just a killer Corvus."
He paused tilting his head to the side.
"Tell me something Corvus was it Honor that prompted you to shoot down your own sister?" "Six months in a comma is a harsh punishment for joyriding in a starship." "Even by Sith standards that is fethed up." "When Vaulkhar did it all I did was give him a stern scolding."
His tone was not taunting in any way. It seemed like a genuine question he was curious the answer too.
"Maybe I am getting soft but treating family like that................and you call us Monsters."
He sighed.
Komo
OOC account
Location: Docking Bay D39
Objective: B (Break the Line)
Allies: She, herself and her.
Enemies: Mister Elderberries ([member="Khaleel Malvern"])
As Greta entered D39, her helmeted gaze landed upon the rugged good looks of a single man. The way he was dressed took her completely by surprise, her war-game mode on. The man was without armour of any sort, simply dressed in a trenchcoat with what seemed like a white undershirt beneath it, a red tie to go along with the outfit.
Was he wearing pants? He must be, right? She couldn't tell, the bottom half of his trenchcoat concealed whatever was there. Anyway, her attention shifted as he spoke. "Nice. Did your mother teach you that one?" The Sith knight replied him nonchalantly. "Nah. I seriously doubt she'll be capable of insults like that. I got it off some holo-vid I watched years ago. It was called The Holy Nail or something."
Noticing the fact that they were alone, Greta sent her troops off. "Leave us. Search the area or something. Find me something worth keeping." Hesitating for several seconds, her troops eventually fanned out, leaving just the two figures alone in the docking bay. "Alright, it's just two of us here now, you and me." The man didn't exactly look like your standard republic military, nor was he dressed in the garbs of the Jedi.
She, however, knew that he was the source of the great force presence she had detected earlier. Her fingers caressed the hilt of her lightsaber, but did nothing more, as Greta waited for a response. The man did not seem to be a Jedi or Republic military, so what was his stake in this, she wondered.
Objective: B (Break the Line)
Allies: She, herself and her.
Enemies: Mister Elderberries ([member="Khaleel Malvern"])
As Greta entered D39, her helmeted gaze landed upon the rugged good looks of a single man. The way he was dressed took her completely by surprise, her war-game mode on. The man was without armour of any sort, simply dressed in a trenchcoat with what seemed like a white undershirt beneath it, a red tie to go along with the outfit.
Was he wearing pants? He must be, right? She couldn't tell, the bottom half of his trenchcoat concealed whatever was there. Anyway, her attention shifted as he spoke. "Nice. Did your mother teach you that one?" The Sith knight replied him nonchalantly. "Nah. I seriously doubt she'll be capable of insults like that. I got it off some holo-vid I watched years ago. It was called The Holy Nail or something."
Noticing the fact that they were alone, Greta sent her troops off. "Leave us. Search the area or something. Find me something worth keeping." Hesitating for several seconds, her troops eventually fanned out, leaving just the two figures alone in the docking bay. "Alright, it's just two of us here now, you and me." The man didn't exactly look like your standard republic military, nor was he dressed in the garbs of the Jedi.
She, however, knew that he was the source of the great force presence she had detected earlier. Her fingers caressed the hilt of her lightsaber, but did nothing more, as Greta waited for a response. The man did not seem to be a Jedi or Republic military, so what was his stake in this, she wondered.
Antoir Setrrin
I've Met My End
OBJECTIVE: A- Defeat The Sith
LOCATION: The Killing Fields
ALLIES: GR Folks + Allies
ENEMIES: OS Bubs {[member="Darth Ferus"]}
OTHER:
That came to bite her in her arse a few moments later.
The feeling of her finger bending back was undoubtedly an unpleasant one. It distracted her, allowing the soldier from before to get a clean elbow to her face. With a grunt she stumbled back, half focusing on trying to resist the force-based assault, half focusing on crushing her original attacker. As much as she tried to force her finger to stay in its place, the appendage quickly caved in. Cringing, the mercenary wondered how bad the injury was. Though she only had time to note that it 'hurt like hell'. Before she could retaliate she had to deal with the closest combatant. Thanks to her earlier efforts he was now blasterless, but he had proven to be good with his fists.
Unfortunately for him... so was Ven. Now rather pissed, the woman decided it would be best to relieve some of her frustration through time-tested means. Activating the thrusters on her armor she surged forward... her uninjured hand grabbing the man by the back of his neck. A nasty sort of growl left her throat as she pulled him right into her knee, knocking the breath out of him. Without much thought she discarded her rifle (the movement causing her finger to hurt even worse), curled her hand into a fist, and slammed it repeatedly into his back. Every strike sent a jolt through her limb, the action disagreeing with her wound.
But the anger blinded her, and by the time she finished her favorite finger felt horribly numb. As she discarded the now unconscious man she could only hope that her Firrerreo genes would help her get through the fight. Clearly she'd need the assistance, seeing as the Sith from before was heading her way. Her breath was already getting a little heavier. There's more to do, bub, you gotta keep going. With a scowl she used her good hand to grab one of her Dissuaders from its holster.
Ven didn't raise it yet. Instead she watched him, waiting for his next move, trying to prepare for whatever would come next.
LOCATION: The Killing Fields
ALLIES: GR Folks + Allies
ENEMIES: OS Bubs {[member="Darth Ferus"]}
ARMOR:
- x1: Bodo Baas Gunbelt
- x1: Sasori Bodyglove
- x1: THI Revenant Armor
- x1: Exemplar Energy Shield
- x2: CyroBan Grenade
- x2: EMP Grenade
- x2: Thermal Detonator
- x1: Ven's Custom Shotgun
- x2: Dissuader KD-30
- x1: T-998C Rifle
OTHER:
- x3 Ammo Clips: AP Shotgun Rounds
- x1 Sithspawn Body: Ven's Guardian Body
That came to bite her in her arse a few moments later.
The feeling of her finger bending back was undoubtedly an unpleasant one. It distracted her, allowing the soldier from before to get a clean elbow to her face. With a grunt she stumbled back, half focusing on trying to resist the force-based assault, half focusing on crushing her original attacker. As much as she tried to force her finger to stay in its place, the appendage quickly caved in. Cringing, the mercenary wondered how bad the injury was. Though she only had time to note that it 'hurt like hell'. Before she could retaliate she had to deal with the closest combatant. Thanks to her earlier efforts he was now blasterless, but he had proven to be good with his fists.
Unfortunately for him... so was Ven. Now rather pissed, the woman decided it would be best to relieve some of her frustration through time-tested means. Activating the thrusters on her armor she surged forward... her uninjured hand grabbing the man by the back of his neck. A nasty sort of growl left her throat as she pulled him right into her knee, knocking the breath out of him. Without much thought she discarded her rifle (the movement causing her finger to hurt even worse), curled her hand into a fist, and slammed it repeatedly into his back. Every strike sent a jolt through her limb, the action disagreeing with her wound.
But the anger blinded her, and by the time she finished her favorite finger felt horribly numb. As she discarded the now unconscious man she could only hope that her Firrerreo genes would help her get through the fight. Clearly she'd need the assistance, seeing as the Sith from before was heading her way. Her breath was already getting a little heavier. There's more to do, bub, you gotta keep going. With a scowl she used her good hand to grab one of her Dissuaders from its holster.
Ven didn't raise it yet. Instead she watched him, waiting for his next move, trying to prepare for whatever would come next.
Lash
Stela'shlit'nuruodo
Location: Contruum system
Objective: Engage Sith fleet, reinforce imperial ground forces.
Allies: Galactic Republic and Rebel Alliance fleeters, [member="Alva Calvarona"], [member="Veris Tagge"]
Enemies: One Sith fleeters
Fleet:
Lash watched the sith and rebel fleets engaging one another in the distance. The Rebel fleet had taken a beating but seemed to still be holding its own. Lash sipped from his glass and sat it on the thrones arm. He looked over the information now streaming in from the battle. It was clear what his priority should be, that was the Princess.
"Colonel, Launch all ground forces. Command will transfer to the princess once they have landed."
The Chiss officer nodded then walked out of the command deck. minutes later the first of the vessels assault troops began leaving the hanger inbound for Contruum and the battle below.
"Commander have our frigate launch its fighter wing to escort the transports. and Have Colonel Tagge take the stilwart down to secure a landing zone."
Lash took another drink and watched the assault forces speed off into the distance and the world of Contruum. He was afraid it was too little to late but he would make sure the Princess made it off world if things went sideways.
"Captain, After we have deployed our assault forces See if we can assist our Rebel Allies with its current dilemma."
The Blue skinned captian saluted then went back to his job of seeing the ship was getting its orders. Lash knew his crew was the best in the Empire. They were mostly Chiss after all.
Summery
Assault Force Deployed
Objective: Engage Sith fleet, reinforce imperial ground forces.
Allies: Galactic Republic and Rebel Alliance fleeters, [member="Alva Calvarona"], [member="Veris Tagge"]
Enemies: One Sith fleeters
Fleet:
Imperial Mk III-class Star Destroyer - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/46603-isd-iii/
Annihilator-class Fire Support Cruiser - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/65757-annhiliator-class-fire-support-cruiser/
Ravenous-class Frigate - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/657-ravenous-class-frigate/
Stalwart-class Corvette - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/41726-stalwart-class-corvette/
Annihilator-class Fire Support Cruiser - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/65757-annhiliator-class-fire-support-cruiser/
Ravenous-class Frigate - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/657-ravenous-class-frigate/
Stalwart-class Corvette - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/41726-stalwart-class-corvette/
Lash watched the sith and rebel fleets engaging one another in the distance. The Rebel fleet had taken a beating but seemed to still be holding its own. Lash sipped from his glass and sat it on the thrones arm. He looked over the information now streaming in from the battle. It was clear what his priority should be, that was the Princess.
"Colonel, Launch all ground forces. Command will transfer to the princess once they have landed."
The Chiss officer nodded then walked out of the command deck. minutes later the first of the vessels assault troops began leaving the hanger inbound for Contruum and the battle below.
"Commander have our frigate launch its fighter wing to escort the transports. and Have Colonel Tagge take the stilwart down to secure a landing zone."
Lash took another drink and watched the assault forces speed off into the distance and the world of Contruum. He was afraid it was too little to late but he would make sure the Princess made it off world if things went sideways.
"Captain, After we have deployed our assault forces See if we can assist our Rebel Allies with its current dilemma."
The Blue skinned captian saluted then went back to his job of seeing the ship was getting its orders. Lash knew his crew was the best in the Empire. They were mostly Chiss after all.
Summery
* launched assault troops
* launched frigates fighter wing escorting assault forces to Contruum
* Stilwart enbound for Contruum
* launched frigates fighter wing escorting assault forces to Contruum
* Stilwart enbound for Contruum
Assault Force Deployed
Transfer control of assault forces to Colonel Tagge
Imperial Mk III Star Destroyer forces deployed to planet
7,200 (24 companies) Storm Troopers
Equipment
* Stormtrooper Armor
* Personal Energy Shields
* Medisensors
* ECM-598 Medical Packs
* 2-1B Medical Droids
* FX Medical Droids
* MR-200 Minesweeper Droids
* DC-18 CQB Blaster Rifles
* DC-18 Assault Rifles
* DC-18 Sniper Rifles
* Scout Class Blaster Pistols
* Vibroblades
* Baradium Thermal Detonators
* WW-47 Cryoban Grenades
* Electro Magnectic Pulse Grenades
* E-Web Cannons
* Ion Flares
* Spare Rations for up to a week
* Power Packs
* Spare Comlink
* Medpacs x 2
* Spare Air Tank x2
* Stun Cuffs x 1
2,100 Armored Corp Troopers
Equipment
* DC-18 CQB Blaster Rifles
* Vibroblades
* Baradium Thermal Detonators
* WW-47 Cryoban Grenades
* Electro Magnetic Pulse Grenades
* E-Web Cannons
Vehicles
* 4 AT-FAT Walkers - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/41650-at-fat/
* 12 AT-AW Walkers - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/38679-all-terrain-artillery-walker-at-aw/
* 12 AT-ST Mk II Walkers - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/58153-all-terrain-scout-transport-mk-ii-at-stm-ii/
* 3 Bolder Dozers - http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Boulder-dozer
* 24 Quad Recon Speeders - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/38386-regent-quad-recon-speeder/
Aboard Stilwart Corvette
Assault Force
100 Imperial Marines
Equipment:
* Stormtrooper Armor
* Personal Energy Shields
* Medisensors
* ECM-598 Medical Packs
* 2-1B Medical Droids
* FX Medical Droids
* MR-200 Minesweeper Droids
* DC-18 CQB Blaster Rifles
* DC-18 Assault Rifles
* DC-18 Sniper Rifles
* Scout Class Blaster Pistols
* Vibroblades
* Baradium Thermal Detonators
* WW-47 Cryoban Grenades
* Electro Magnectic Pulse Grenades
* E-Web Cannons
* Ion Flares
* Spare Rations for up to a week
* Power Packs
* Spare Comlinks
* Medpacss
* Spare Air Tanks
* Baradium Thermal Detonators
* WW-47 Cryoban Grenades
* Electro Magnectic Pulse Grenades
* DC-18 Breach
* Extra magazines
Vehicles
* 1 AT-FAT
* 4 AT-AW
* 4 Arc-1 patrol drones
Imperial Mk III Star Destroyer forces deployed to planet
7,200 (24 companies) Storm Troopers
Equipment
* Stormtrooper Armor
* Personal Energy Shields
* Medisensors
* ECM-598 Medical Packs
* 2-1B Medical Droids
* FX Medical Droids
* MR-200 Minesweeper Droids
* DC-18 CQB Blaster Rifles
* DC-18 Assault Rifles
* DC-18 Sniper Rifles
* Scout Class Blaster Pistols
* Vibroblades
* Baradium Thermal Detonators
* WW-47 Cryoban Grenades
* Electro Magnectic Pulse Grenades
* E-Web Cannons
* Ion Flares
* Spare Rations for up to a week
* Power Packs
* Spare Comlink
* Medpacs x 2
* Spare Air Tank x2
* Stun Cuffs x 1
2,100 Armored Corp Troopers
Equipment
* DC-18 CQB Blaster Rifles
* Vibroblades
* Baradium Thermal Detonators
* WW-47 Cryoban Grenades
* Electro Magnetic Pulse Grenades
* E-Web Cannons
Vehicles
* 4 AT-FAT Walkers - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/41650-at-fat/
* 12 AT-AW Walkers - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/38679-all-terrain-artillery-walker-at-aw/
* 12 AT-ST Mk II Walkers - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/58153-all-terrain-scout-transport-mk-ii-at-stm-ii/
* 3 Bolder Dozers - http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Boulder-dozer
* 24 Quad Recon Speeders - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/38386-regent-quad-recon-speeder/
Aboard Stilwart Corvette
Assault Force
100 Imperial Marines
Equipment:
* Stormtrooper Armor
* Personal Energy Shields
* Medisensors
* ECM-598 Medical Packs
* 2-1B Medical Droids
* FX Medical Droids
* MR-200 Minesweeper Droids
* DC-18 CQB Blaster Rifles
* DC-18 Assault Rifles
* DC-18 Sniper Rifles
* Scout Class Blaster Pistols
* Vibroblades
* Baradium Thermal Detonators
* WW-47 Cryoban Grenades
* Electro Magnectic Pulse Grenades
* E-Web Cannons
* Ion Flares
* Spare Rations for up to a week
* Power Packs
* Spare Comlinks
* Medpacss
* Spare Air Tanks
* Baradium Thermal Detonators
* WW-47 Cryoban Grenades
* Electro Magnectic Pulse Grenades
* DC-18 Breach
* Extra magazines
Vehicles
* 1 AT-FAT
* 4 AT-AW
* 4 Arc-1 patrol drones
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