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

[Aston Jacobs]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: Contruum-Witch ain't gonna get none of this good stuff!
Allies: Galactic Republic

Enemies: The One Sith-[member="Revy Khai"]

Aston gripped his lightsaber in both hands steadily as his moved did as he had predicted but the witch began to cast something else down. Aston took a step back followed by another getting in a defensive stance his lightsaber raised horizontally. The whirlwind that surrounded the witch, Aston was trained in the ways of the Dathomir, but only to a certain degree.

The Jedi Padawan knew that he would have to combat this some other way, a very different way. Thus they came, the boulders came in, Aston rolled to his right side as one missed him barely and the Jedi moved up and his hand raised as he used the force to stop one but it was too late as it impacted him directly in the chest as he landed on his back and thus manipulated the boulder over him. Aston rolled to his side again and in that instant felt a pain in his chest, he didn't think in that second anything was broken, but bruised.

Aston looked up as more were on the way, he would need to utilize the ones in front of him, luckily there was just enough. The blue blade of the Jedi Padawan disengaged and he clipped it to his belt.The Jedi Padawan jumped up on the boulder, pushing of thus leading to the second one and then to the third one and that was his final play as he pushed off from the last one greatly aided by the force, light steps for all three. Just as his body passed over her. It was a quick movement, happening in just a few seconds. And the Jedi brought forth his hand down with all the energy he could muster and sent a strong wave of energy down upon her. In his mind hoping she was distracted enough by her own spell that it could potentially be her undoing. The ensuing moving looking to crush her, if at all possible, and the Padawan landed behind her several feet.

Aston took a deep breath as he turned to see if it worked, all the while his hand reaching for his lightsaber. The Jedi Padawan was greatly drained, tired but unyielding.

 

[Alva Calvarona]

Location: Republic Garrison, Contruum
Objective: C
Allies: [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="SC-4486"] [member="Lash"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Kerstas"] [member="Darth Vyrassu"]

Gear: Dragoon Class Combat Armor, Crinan Energy Blade, Slicewire, E-11 Blaster Rifle

NPC Forces:

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• AT-FAT x5
• AT-AW x9
• AT-ST x24
• 74-Z Speeder Bike x22
• Arc-1 Drones x18
• Stormtroopers x6,888

NPC Equipment for Infantry:

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E-11 Blaster Rifles, E-11 Sniper Variant, Plex Launchers, Baradium Thermal Detonators. WW-47 Cryoban Grenade, E-Web Cannon, Mines, Equipment as outlined Here basically. [Totally didn't get lazy listing it out again]

The valley near the mountains certainly was becoming a smoke and ash filled barren as the Mandalorian assault carried on with the rearguard of the Imperial battle lines. The Besu'lisk war machines coming to ground after the initial pass and quite aggressively if one were to ask any of the Stormtroopers engaged, if they weren't the ones in the monstrous mechanical mounts path. As if that weren't enough, the mandalorians were insisting on close combat as well, and forgoing energy based weapons for the most part, which as a result meant there was little for the energy shields of the Stormtroopers to defend against, well aside from the probe droids still active in the area whose laser cannons were a threat to any Imperials not yet forced into a melee battle yet.

Such reports made the crinan woman in command scowl for threefold reasons. The first being Alva's displeasure that a business associate, at least she was ninety percent sure it was him, had fired on her. Second of course being that if the Mandalorians were going to take responsibility for his actions or not, since the Republic was supposedly the Republic's ally, and they wouldn't exactly like the Sith being their new neighbors either anyway. Lastly though, the Imperial Commander did not appreciate her forces being underestimated and pushed around like children. Even if the initial wave was a surprise, they weren't slackjawed newborns patiently accepting their slaughter. When a grenade was lobbed toward a foxhole the troopers damn well rushed to climb out of it, firing on their attackers as they did. Those who were too slow might die, but they weren't killing helpless elderly or wounded.

"Order the AT-ST commanders to open fire on the Basilisk Droids. If they're too close to a trooper they're dead anyway, we can't allow them to get away with killing more men simply because they're cowardly using our own forces as shields. As for the rest, the soldiers know what to do." Indeed they did, as Mandalorians closed with them the Imperial Stormtroopers would swivel on their assailants, firing their blaster rifles at their attackers before the gap might be closed if they had the chance to get a shot off at all, and regardless of their chance to use their ranged weaponry, when the mandalorians came at them the Empire's forces would fight back. They had every right not to be cowed, powering their gauntlets up and drawing vibroblades as they moved to combat the mandalorians engaging them. Of course, it wasn't exactly clear at first sight that these were the 'supercommandos' the Mandalorians heralded, not that the Imperials had any choice in engaging them one way or another.

With their orders clear, the Empire fought back with renewed vigor, with at least some new success against the Basilisk units hopefully. The heavy laser cannons of the Imperial AT-STs targeting the mandalorian machines regardless of their proximity to its prey, the faces of the soldiers hidden beneath their helmets languished in fury as they watched their comrades be engulfed in cannonfire if they were indeed too close to the attacking monsters, knowing their fate of being blown to pieces or ripped asunder by the mechanical mounts sealed anyway as they continued their own fights. The fight of a particular Imperial unit highlighting how the battle was progressing in the forest, the nightmare that the combat had become.

Sergeant Edea had served for several years, a former veteran of the Crinan royal army before transferring to the Stormtrooper Corp after the fall of his homeworld to the Sith. The man had seen much, been part of units ambushed by rebel forces who had sought to press an extremist movement, watched comrades be blown to pieces, shrapnel embedded in their bodies after their cover had been hit by explosives. Was was nothing new to him, nor was the sound of his heavy breathing as he pressed his back against a tree, raising his hand for the other three members of his squad to pause and squat down as a probe droid swung by, its laser cannons kicking up the dirt and snow as a pair of troopers nearby threw themselves out of its path. "Two-Four-Four, sweep and fire. Three-six-one move to new cover, Five-Five-Five on me." Dashing out of the cover, the Stormtrooper officer hefted his blaster rifle as he fired a flurry of shots at the retreating form of the probe droid, the flare of an explosion up ahead resolving itself into the collapsing hulk of an AT-ST walker, its form falling atop foxhole being evacuated as the troopers moved to lay down suppressive fire on another Besu'lisk hunting prey.

That was not Edea's concern though, as he and Five-Five-Five, Lana, watched the probe droid they had avoided turn around on them, coming closer as its blaster cannons flashed. The next thing the veteran knew was that he was on the ground, a blast cannon round too close knocking him on his back as he watched the blur of the plex launcher missile Two-Four-Four, Bruce, had fired. The streaking round slamming into the probe droid and sending its careening wreck into the Bes'ulisk closing in on the group from the foxhole while the sergeant climbed to his feet, his eyes catching the black and cracked carapace of Lana's armor before signaling the rest of the team to remain in cover as he shuffled over to the pair they had come across before launching their attack on the probe, switching to his external comms from the squad frequency. "Where's your unit? The Captain ordered a regroup for the position by the walker just down the line." The sounds of battle were still going on, blaster rifle fire nearby and explosions of cannonfire and grenades disturbing the illusion the pause these few had as the fight continued on.

Because an illusion was what it was as a shout broke over whatever response the rescued pair was about to say, the Stormtrooper squad leader turning about to watch as Three-six-one, Jervor, slumped over from his position behind the tree he had sent him to, a gleaming blade held by one of the attacking mandalorians hovering menacingly over the body as Edea raised his blaster rifle only for a grunt beside him forced his attention to turn, the sight of another blade crashing down on the helmet of one of the troopers he had just rescued causing him to try and lift his blaster rifle to put a close ranged bolt into the enemy so near him first. Though his shot to be was blocked as the fallen's comrade stepped in the way, his fist slamming into the mandalorian's midsection while the foe was slowed momentarily trying to pull his killing tool from the split helm he had cleaved. unable to clear a line of fire, the Imperial sergeant could only frown as he turned back to the opponent who had downed his squad member, dropping his rifle to the ground as he saw how close the Mandalorian had already gotten, the enemy's jump jet revealing itself and making the Imperial veteran frown at the equipment of their foes.

There was no point opening fire with a blaster at this range, a single shot or even two wouldn't crack beskar plate, which by now the reports of other troopers had made clear considering their own efforts to gun down their assailants whenever a shot presented itself. What was needed was to find a moment to break away and then to have grenades or blaster cannons leveled on them. With that thought, the Stormtrooper facing a foe like so many others on the battlefield could only draw the vibroblade he had been issued with as he brought up the blade to deflect the heftier blow of his larger opponent. Edea was not representative of many troopers in this regard, only his crinan background gave him any right to claim a talent with a blade, his face an impassive expression as he listened to the efforts of the soldier behind him, tackling the other assailant and doing who knew how well while he turned his blade to sit above the mandalorian's own, his foot sliding between his opponent's as he sought only one thing, to keep the enemy in front of him from getting the leverage of wielding the full strength of his upper body.

This was not to be a glorious or noble battle though, a fact made clear by the gurgling of the other stormtrooper who had been quick to try and avenge their squadmates end, their throat crushed by their attacker's as the mandalorian held the trooper in their grasp before throwing them aside, the Imperial Sergeant closing his eyes as he stepped back and made a quick slash across the waist of the Mandalorian he had been engaged with, with no surprise as he watched the grinding edge of his vibroblade have little effect on the mandalorian iron. Acceptance of the facts weighing on the veteran has he threw his weapon at the enemy before him and leapt forward back to lock lock his arms around the torso of his opponent, a moment before the cold bite of a beskar blade bit into his spine, darkness closing in around the crinan man who had never even dreamed of leaving his homeworld. . . .before a violent red light consumed him.

A red light that was the result of the explosion of a plex launcher round that had been fired upon the mandlorians and the dying man before Two-Four-Four stepped out from cover, in the midst of reloading his weapon as he looked over the scorched ground and the scarred armor. Bruce's eyes moving to watch as an AT-ST milled in the forest a hundred meters away, the sight of similar firefights going on making the man recheck his ammunition belt before clicking his comm channel open again. "Two-Two-Four, reporting five additional casualties, all dead. Two confirmed mandalorians downed, one probe wrecked. Moving to rendezvous point and bearing heavy arms." Pausing only long enough to check his squad mates for their tags as well as the two troopers they had attempted to rescue, Stormtrooper Two-Four-Four picked up the pace as his eyes watched the sky for any probe droids or Bes'ulisks that might intercept him. they were outclassed, but they weren't going to go down quietly, or without a fight. It felt like such a shame for such a beautiful forest to be home to such ruin.

Although it was likely a sentiment shared by the Imperial soldiers in the pass. Captain Nim in particular as he sighed watching as it seemed more Sith forces were making landfall. Because what else was a dropship doing descending near the Sith droid's position further down the line. The officer watching the pass also was not a fan of the strange lightning appearing out of nowhere either, the frown over it complimented by a deeper one as an explosion rocked the ridge and the man turned to see a trooper vaporized by a grenade the droids had managed to lob over the lip of the ridgeline. "Get a new unit to take up that E-Web position, those Sith aren't getting any further with the AT-FATs blocking their path, keep our men on the ramparts so to speak Lieutenant. The Commander made it clear we are to hold the line. We have superior positions and our weapons are going to get their money's worth out their columns. They sent too many at once, they aren't holding anything back here. . . ."

The officer knew it would only be a matter of time until positions were broken and the Sith would push further up the pass and the fight would continue down the line. The only real matter was how long the AT-FAT would last. Until the Sith's pitiful walkers were destroyed? Certainly! for the rest of the battle, most likely not. Still, it was a sight to behold as the rotary laser cannons mounted on the head of the heavy Imperial walker unleashed hundreds of laser cannon rounds a minute, the flurry slamming into the Sith walkers and stitching across the ground of the passage to strike sections of the droid ranks, the four turbolasers equipped on the titan of the Imperial mechanical division focusing on the enemy AT-AWs for now. Still, Nim knew things would hardly stay so 'peaceful' for long.

The sheer number of droids meant that maybe they were going to take even less viable paths, climbing across the mountain face or tighter sections. However, the Stormtrooper Captain had little intention of allowing it. Flipping his frequency to that of the other officers holding the rest of the main passes. "Jervor, Altrix, this is Nim. We have confirmed enemy reinforcements landing nearby. Deploy a few reserves to where our scouts are tracking their new forces movements. We already have the high ground, we can cut ahead of them faster than they can climb. That is even if they do try to skirt the passes for less. . . . .traditional paths." Ducking his head as a blaster bolt spattered against the rock over his head, Nim slammed his shoulder against the crag as he slid his rifle around the edge of the rock, scowling at the proton cannon targeting a plex launcher position as the trooper let loose a missile at the legs of the enemy vehicle that had been the cause of his death.

"Time to slow them down more." Normally Nim didn't consider himself a rather enthusiastic man, but there was a charm to holding such a tiny device as a detonator. A detonator to the rest of the mines set along the ridgeline the Sith had pushed up to. Now it wasn't as if they had rigged the entire pass, that would endanger them and there wasn't exactly that much time to set them up. But with their grapple lines it had been enough for the Stormtroopers of the Empire to attach several mines to collapse enough of the ridgeline above the Sith forces so that they could get a few casualties out of it, and slow them down just a touch as their infantry would either have to walk around, climb over, or move chunks of the debris to move forward. In any case translating to delays for the advancing enemy.

Delays that Alva Calvarona would like as the boom of turbolaser fire from her command walker and the AT-FAT settled beside its sister unit continued their fire on the Mythosaurs while the fight in the forest carried on beyond and below her. It meant more time for the reinforcements requested from her currently favorite Chiss, [member="Lash"], who was kind enough to comply. "If you can have those fighter escorts make a sweep over the pass to clear out their units making strafing runs I believe Captain Nim would be appreciative. As for drop off points the Stormtroopers in the pass could use assistance with the enemy spreading out. The rest can support my forces gathered here at these coordinates, the mandalorians are a tad tiresome with their beskar iron making them rather hard to kill."

Summary

• Epic forest battles with the mandalorians, hope I gave it some justice this time around. Heavy Casualties.
• Soldiers in the pass continue to engage the Sith droids, AT-FAT, with turbolasers and rotary laser cannons, and supporting Imp AT-AWs, via concussion missile salvos, attacking [member="Cryax Bane"] own AT-AWs.
• Troopers continue fire on the droid columns and AT-AWs, squads replacing downed soldiers where positions still exist and aren't blown up.
• Captain Nim spots the dropship of [member="Darth Vyrassu"] and deploys scouts to keep ahead and track the spreading Sith units.
• Nim orders other officers in the main passes to deploy supporting reserve forces to coordinate with the scouts to continue cutting off Sith advances.
• Nim is also pissed at a blaster bolt coming too near his head. Detonates the other set of mines in the passes along the passed ridgeline, dropping a small rockslide from two sides on Sith ranks.
• Called in reinforcements from Orbiting Star Destroyer under command of [member="Lash"] and asked for Air Support from [member="Ali Hadrix"] and the Republic a bit ago : P
• AT-FATs under Alva supporting Republic Artillery on [member="Draco Vereen"] Mythosaurs
• Is 4 AM and I did my best I hope it turned out nicer than my brain is criticizing me for right now.
• PS why does it remove half my color coding with every post,

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Galactic Republic​

Supreme Commander Ali Hadrix​

Republic Garrison of Countruum​

2230 Hours (Local Time)​

Cryax Bane | Darth Rapax

Battlefield reports were coming in, registering damages to enemy troop formations and vehicles. Bane's company elements continued pressing forward across the terrain, shrugging off artillery shells as best their shields and armor were capable of doing. Ali watched as one of their AT-AW's lurched forward sharply as an incoming round collided within its forward armor plating. However the vehicle's adaptive shielding flickered on in time and the walker merely marched forward through a plume of smoke and flame that flickered and died out swiftly in the growing evening wind. The sun was dipping below the horizon, half of its light still beaming down across the valley below the Garrison Hill; it's bloody-golden rays illuminating the snowcapped peaks of the mountains around them.
::They're not dead.:: Ali noted grumpily as she watched Bane's forces continue through her macrobinoculars. The only thing she hated about droid armies was that they couldn't even appreciate the fact that they hadn't been destroyed. Sentient soldiers would have been inspired by their own success. Or demoralized by their failure...
::They're coming into cannon range, gunners get your shebse ready.:: Ali barked through the commlink. Unfortunately, with the satellite destroyed and raining down over the mountain top in a shower of aluminum beams, transparasteel panels and circuitry, all of Ali's comms had to be shuttled through one of the orbiting battleships, which slowed down traffic and the relay of orders. Local shortwave comms worked just fine for those forces within range, thankfully. After Ali ensured her crews were doing what they were told, she returned her attention to Bane's troops, where another barrage of parabolic artillery and both types of ion weapons showered the various regions where his exposed forces were traveling. The massive 6 meter Mounted Ion Cannons turned away from their previous Mythosaur target and focused exclusively on Cryax Bane's foremost AT-AW Walker. Four of the guns fired, their charges specifically designed and formed to bypass shields and damage the precious vehicles beneath them.

Closer to the edge of the mountain slopes in the East white phosphorous continued to rain down on the risen dead, burning them into submission as they attempted futilely to acquire the flesh of their former comrades. Rapax's droid assault was successfully defended against due mostly to the number of ion weapon emplacements mounted on that face of the Garrison Mountain. His Logengrin walkers were targeting by FO's for artillery strikes, which 10 cannons committed to before adjusting and firing on their location.
Strafing Infiltrators were fended off by the upper Garrison's ten anti-aircraft weapon emplacements, stitching the sky above with death as surface-to-air missiles were launched to fight off or destroy the attacking fighters, whose weapons managed to shear through the shields of several artillery emplacements and leave them damaged or crewless.

Bane's walkers and droids were still over 7 kilometers out from the base of the Garrison Mountain slopes, but still trekking. Ali decided that waiting on artillery alone wouldn't be enough.
::Alright, folks, let's get cooking...complete checks on primary weaponry, divide targets up into groups of three. Orient your optics...::
Ali walked her gunners through the motions as they prepared themselves for combat. The detachment still down at the base of the mountain escorting [member=Jordun Drako] picked up on the activity as well and helped shuttle Drako and his men toward covered positions behind the bottommost barriers and fighting emplacements. The Republic had an entire battalion of MAT-TE walkers stationed on each face of the Garrison Mountain, totally to 16 of the vehicles actively engaged on the mountain's slopes.
::K...hold on...Alright, we've got three walkers and three of those Tartars, not to mention the various droid forces. Focus on the AT-AW's for the time being, like I said, three MAT-TE's to each of them. The remaining six of you gunners focus fire on those Tartars. Coordinate fires, attempt to overwhelm those shields they've got. Ammunition type: EMP.::
Ali remained standing atop her vehicle as the barrel of the huge mass drive cannon began tilting upward and taking aim. She pulled her helmet over her head and ensured the hermetic seal was locked tight, letting the macrobinoculars in her helmet take over. ::Identify targets, fire on my mark. Ready...mark.::
Beside her the mass drive cannon fired with a deafening DOOM!!! and the turbulence of the weapon's recoil shook her where she stood. The rest of the Battalion followed suit, shaking the mountainside with the roar of their cannons. The remaining 6 MAT-TE's focused their attention on Bane's Tartoros walkers. Rather than use ion weaponry, however, these vehicles split Bane's upright walkers between pairs of them and attacked with Precision Guided Munitions. As they fired, their tank rounds cut through the air across the battlefield and altered their course in mid-flight, coming in at their targets at a downward angle and over the faces of any primary blast armor.


Alva Calvarona | Cryax Bane

That's when [member=Alva Calvarona] made contact with Ali. ::Talk to me babydoll.:: Ali said sweetly, acknowledging the Crinan woman's request for air support. Unfortunately, that's also when Cryax Bane and his cronies secured control over another satellite in orbit, and were using it to broadcast interference across their local communications frequencies. Her ears caught nothing but static and Ali was forced to find an alternate means of communication with her fellow Commander. Thankfully, the Intel and Sifting teams were already on the issue, filtering out the frequencies not covered by the satellite now under Bane's influence. There weren't many frequencies being covered, which indicated the satellite they had taken over was one less utilized for communications and like instead for planetary monitoring. Over the course of a minute Ali's signal grew clearer and clearer, until finally she was able to make out Alva's request for air support. Ali quickly rerouted a 12 vessel K-Wing squadron to her location and verified the approach of the secondary MAT-TE company she'd send North-East nearly an hour before hand. They were indeed on approach, and would be flanking the Mandalorian-Imperial conflict from the South side soon.

Captain Alek Valdwin locked in the coordinates transmitted to him by the Commander's relay officer. The target was the massed droid armies of [member=Cryax Bane], [member=Darth Rapax], and the newly arrived but no less welcomed [member=Darth Vyrassu] that were nestled together within one of the mountain passes and engaging collective Imperial and Republic forces. The two forces had met in battle, yet Bane's army had been yet unable to take any ground from Alva Calvarona and her Imperial regiment, leaving plenty of space for Valdwin's close run. Despite the density of some of the terrain, the Sith had the foresight to disperse their forces more evenly across the landscape, filtering into neighbouring channels between the massive peaks of stone and cutting through ravines, valleys and sloping, snow-covered flat lands.
::Alright folks, let's get to steppin', confirm coordinate lock.:: Valdwin spoke over their close comms. Many of the Republic's forces had managed to circumnavigate Cryax Bane's slicing efforts, but their high elevation air support had relied on those satellites, and their primary means of communication had just been destroyed. LOS comms were shorter ranged and had required they maintain a lower elevation at only 5,000 meters, which thankfully remained outside of anti-air craft weapons reach.
As Valdwin's pilots confirmed receipt of their coordinates, he tapped the pedal and swung his fighter onto its starboard stabilizers, then angled down toward the Eastern Mountain range. They came in from the South, giving them a good heading that would allow them to pass swiftly over any surface-to-air missile tracking systems Bane or Rapax had employed on the ground.
::Confirm target acquisition.:: Valdwin ordered, locking the location in on his HUD. He could see the massed forces several thousand meters below, thousands of droids marching their way through the wide mountain pass. Their formations were regimented and distant for grenade range, though Valdwin's K-Wings were prepared to lay waste to an entire swath of the pass, from North to South.
::Extend flight range to one hundred meters. We're painting that entire section red.:: Valdwin ordered, marking the formation on his HUD for the rest of his squadron. Their target was [member=Cryax Bane]'s most densely populated formation. 10,000 soldiers was quite a few to spread out over a landscape as expansive as this, and such a thing took time, especially whilst engaged on the ground.
As they dropped in elevation, the six K-Wing's began to separate and upfeed their payloads. Primary harnessing arms unlocked and opened on the wing-mounted missiles, which held large, starship-sized Conner Nets within. While a starship with cap drains could escape the damaging electronic shortages of a Conner Net, the ionization buffers of Bane's droid armies were only designed to withstand ion blaster fire. However, expectations rarely met reality, which is why Valdwin ordered ion torpedoes to be armed as well. The squadron roared overhead and in a staggered wave released their payload like vertical stripes along the length of Bane and Rapax's forces at their most dense point to maximize casualties.
The Conner Net missiles detonated above their targets, spreading the deadly electronic blanket of energy outward to soon cover many droid soldiers within their reach. The ion torpedoes were launched simultaneously, careening into the ground amongst enemy formations.
Valdwin pulled up and away from the action site, striking North and looping around to the East before heading West once again to engage the Mandalorian fighters that had just tagged onto the backsides of one of the A-10 squadrons.

Draco Vereen

Down on the ground was another story entirely. The Republic's rearmost Mythosaur remained out of reach behind the mountain slope that curved South-East from Draco's position. The other two had been engaged by incoming fighters, with missiles detonating against their directional shields. This reduced the damage done to them, though their crews had been hoping for enough time between attacks to partially restore shields strength.
They were given no reprieve, unfortunately. The Avenger-class starfighters streaked overhead and loosed their payloads. The two Republic Mythosaurs that were targeted shirked handfuls of munitions via their anti-missile octets and other various countermeasures, though roughly a dozen of the torpedoes struck home. The weapons detonated their ordnance against the shields of the Republic Mythosaurs. Fire erupted into the sky and the shields flickered and faded momentarily. A burst of back up energy saved them from collapsing, though they buckled moments later.

Unprotected, one of the Republic Mythosaurs raised itself once again to fire on the enemy. As it shot its massive cannon at the primary Mandalorian Mythosaur, a 420 mm round pierced through its armor and penetrated the walker's forward left leg joint and careening off into the distance. The vehicle lurched forward too swiftly to save itself as the leg rolled forward and snapped the few remaining support struts before collapsing onto the snowy field below, leaking black hydraulic fluid in pulsing streams. The Mythosaur's driving crew struggled to keep the vehicle erect, though it fell nose first into the ground.
The second Mythosaur remained at a crouch, its exposed shields taking glancing blows from the given rounds. Once the fire died, the vehicle hoisted itself upward once more, bringing its main gun out of defilade behind the hillock and firing across the plain at the primary Mandalorian fortress walker.
All of this fire was directed toward a single Mythosaur, angling for the lower portions of the forward shields. The other three Mythosaurs were largely ignored for the time being, save for the artillery cannons that shifted their aim from the primary walker to the Mythosaur that had been the second target of Valdwin's K-Wing bombing run. A dozen parabolic artillery cannons fired from the various ridges and crests of the Garrison Mountain, dropping their payloads into the massive walker's path of travel.

Ciara Jevnaker | Draco Vereen

While Ali Hadrix contacted [member=Ciara Jevnaker] for coordination of strikes against the Titan forces maneuvering in the region, Captain Valdwin and his squadron of 12 BTL-S8 K-Wing Assault Bombers picked up [member=Draco Vereen]'s force's location and isolated the foremost two advancing Mythosaur for destruction. ::Kay folks, load up the Tee-Thirty-Threes, our targets are those forward two Mythosaurs and their shields.:: Valdwin shook his hands of the stick for a moment and toggled the switch for the plasma torpedoes fixed to his wings. Then, switching to his HUD view, Valdwin marked and locked in their targets, maintaining a high elevation at 1,000 meters. The T-33 Plasma Torpedo was a powerful shield-busting munition said to boast the strength of capital-ship ion cannons.
::Single file formation squadron.:: Valdwin ordered, watching as the eleven remaining K-Wings dropped behind him and into single file. Moments later, the rear six detached and formed their own line offset Valdwin's own.
::Select Plasma Torpedoes. Set to drop fire. Wait for prompt as you pass over target area. Commence bombing run.::

Valdwin watched his bomber's ventral camera lock in the target area. Even from 3,000 feet in the air he could see the Mythosaur on his holocam. What a monster...he thought as he keyed the dumb fire process. Both his torpedoes dropped from their wings and tumbled down through the sky toward their target. They contained the targeting from the K-Wing's sensors, but wouldn't activate their guidance systems until they were inside standard countermeasure range, which was some small number of meters, and even then they would only activate if the bomb was off target at all. Behind Valdwin, five more K-Wing's dropped pairs of bombs on the primary Mythosaur, with six more pairs being loosed on the second Mythosaur Fortress.
As Valdwin dumped his payload he kicked the rudder and tilted to port, then dove downward to close in on the Avenger Starfighters nipping at the heels of the A-10 Gunships fleeing the scene of their recent crime. He selected a single Avenger for targeting and began firing with his medium twin laser cannon turret. However, Valdwin and his accompanying squadron members, which were fanning out behind him, at the advantage of speed on their side as they were dropping in from high elevation. The momentum of their vessels would bring the enemy Avengers swiftly into the range of the K-Wing's deadly short-range quad turbolaser turret, which fired away the moment they could.

Ahead of Valdwin and his fellow pilots, the A-10 LAAT gunships were splitting away into pairs to evade the enemy Avengers. One of the Gunships caught laser fire along its port stabilizer, which sheared and send the vehicle careening into a ridgeline where it exploded and rolled end over end as a fiery ball of twisted metal and flame. A second was destroyed on the incoming, hit by an anti-aircraft rocket. It blew up in place and fell out of the sky as a ball of black smoke.
The remainder of the A-10's faired well. They were heavily armored and remained swift, fending off their attackers with bursts from their rear-mounted heavy repeating laser cannons. Countermeasures such as flares deterred most rockets and missiles, though at times the hard-kill active protection systems kicked in to destroy munitions that strayed too close to the main chassis.

Spoiler: Summary of Action

Cryax

-Efforts are made to filter out effects of slicing of new satellite.
-4 6 m mounted ion cannons fire exclusively upon Bane’s nearest AT-AW walker.
-3 MAT-TE’s target each of Bane’s AT-AW walkers and fire EMP munitions in an attempt to deplete their remaining shields.
-6 remaining MAT-TE’s take on Bane’s Tartoros walkers in pairs, each firing Precision Guided Munitions that come down onto Tartoros’ topsides, avoiding main armor protection.
-12 K-Wings drop Connor Net and Ion Torpedo payload into most dense portions of Bane’s droid army. 2 munitions per K-Wing.

Rapax

-White Phosophorous is dropped via artillery on the massing risen dead, burning their corpses though perhaps only making them more deadly for the short term as they mingle with living Republic and Imperial troops alike.
-Ion Cannon emplacements on the Garrison Mountains lower slopes fend off N1 droids that stray too close.
-10 artillery cannons target Rapax’s Logengrin walkers with a barrage of fire.
-Strafing infiltrators are shooed away with AA turrets mounted at Garrison. 3 artillery emplacements are damaged in the attack.

Alva

-Acknowledge request for air support and sent it
-4 MAT-TE’s and 100 Republic Soldiers on approach to flank Mandalorian-Imperial conflict in mountains and reinforce Alva’s forces there.

Draco

-Fresh artillery barrage on second-closest Mythosaur to Republic forces
-K-Wings orient to Mythosaurs, dropping payload of 24 T-33 Plasma Torpedoes, 12 x for primary Mythosaur, 12 x for secondary Mythosaur. Munitions will activate guidance if off course.
-K-Wings drop in from above to intercept Avenger attack on A-10 Gunships.
-2 A-10 Gunships destroyed by enemy fire.
-2 x Republic Mythosaurs now suffering from flagging shields.
-1 x Republic Mythosaur out of line of sight behind mountain slope.

 

[Lassiter]

Location: Space Station
Objective: Blinking
Allies: [member="Ameli Trahir"]
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"]
Gear: Non-descript (non-special) armor and a Lightsaber

“I do, but that ain’t the...” Sena rolled her eyes before looking back at the boy again. Her teeth grinded as a most unamused look set up on her. “Would you look at that, it seems like the Jedi thinks he’s a freaking comedian.”

As if Ameli’s lack of discipline wasn’t enough. Now she was being taunted by a kid waving her own saber around like it was a stick. Sena took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a second to vent out the impending suicide charge. Running at a man holding not only her saber but his own was a move that went beyond stupidity and into the realm of idiocy.

Her hands curled up into fists. Her knuckles cracked and she took the first step in the boy’s direction.

“Now look, boy, I am going to ask you as nicely as I can,” She began as she locked eyes to his visor. “To hand my saber back. We wouldn’t want you to cut yourself on something you’re quite clearly too dumb to handle.”

“Better yet, why don’t you just lie down and surrender. Make things easier for yourself.” She took another step. “I can’t promise it will be over quick, but I can promise that you will most certainly die.”

The hanging insult of 'I will tear apart your freaking kidneys if you don't do as I say' was left unspoken.

“This is turning into a bad day. You don’t want to make it worse.”

She took another step.

“You have no idea what me and my friend are capable of.”

And another step.

“Now give me my saber back before things get real ugly.”

And if Ameli remembered anything that they had practiced before she would approach the little kid herself. Sena’s frustration would be evident, hopefully enough for the apprentice to realise that Sena would not forget this. That changing clothes in the middle of a freaking crash inside a hostile space station quite simply wasn’t part of what Sena approved of.

Oh Ameli would feel this later.

Though, you know, it remained to be seen just exactly how she would feel it. Good or bad, didn’t matter, she would feel it somehow.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: On Contruum
Allies:
Enemies: [member="Vaulkhar"]

Barrien would not dignify the man with words. The goading was blatantly obvious, and he was not there to spend his time in verbal combat with the likes of a Sith. He knew that nothing would come of doing so, as no Sith ever saw the light on such a grand battlefield as this one. There was too much death and destruction surrounding them, feeding them, for them to succumb to the reality that their ways were in the wrong. It was better to save such discussions for a time when combat was either more controlled or non-existant.

The miniscule attack he'd made was parried, as he had expected, and then there was a brief disengagement. Barrien allowed his mind to drift further into the Force, allowing it to guide him as he had been trained to do. Combat with a Sith wasn't completely physical. In fact, it was more mental than physical. Understanding your opponents moves was key to victory, regardless of who you were fighting. Single combat was the norm on his world. He'd grown up with it. This was just a more advanced version of what he was used to, and he could apply the same techniques to his current situation.

The Sith made his move. A slash from shoulder to shoulder. Soresu had its moments, but it wasn't the only form Barrien practiced. In this case, he brought his blade around vertically and caught his opponent. But instead of countering with his weapon, he was moving his body directly at the Sith while keeping their weapons engaged. His goal was to ram his shoulder into the Sith's arm, thereby forcing it upward, which would allow him, while still keeping their sabers engaged, to access his opponents torso for a, hopefully, well timed elbow to the ribs.

If not, the engagement of their sabers should at least keep him safe for a few moments.

 

[Vrag]

Location: Shipyards
Objective: B
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Davin Skirata"] | Galactic Republic
NPC:
P-4 & P-11
Equipment:

Spoiler

Lightsaber
Chom-Huun
Vulcan Blaster Rifle + disruptor
Vonduun Skerr Ygdris
Blorash jelly, Firejelly, Magma pebbles, Plasma eel
Thud bugs, Razor bugs, Blast bugs, Snap bugs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOnSh3QlpbQ​

To her great surprise, the man landed without difficulty, brandishing his weapon the second his feet touched the ground. Perhaps he was wearing some sort of Force nullifying equipment? A ysalamir hidden in the backpack? It was hard to tell, and truth be told, inconsequential to the near future, because the outcome would always be the same.

The horned beast did not hesitate even when the name of [member="Hal Terrano"] was uttered, stepping forward into the wide measure with the blade of her Chom-Huun burning bright in her grasp, casting a dim orange light to their dark surroundings as it would stab at the open side of the foe. When she thrust at him, P-11 would start circling to the right of the man in a blatant attempt to flank the grounded opposition, while the last member of the trio would step out and to the left, flinging a pair of hugging bugs that would look like a single one at the speeds with which they cut through the thin air of the station. The topmost, the classic nang hul; the bottom one, a razor bug. They would split off into two if the enemy reacted, and aim for a different body part each; if not, they would assault the same spot with their combined attack. Hopefully, one of the venues would be met with success, and the Hand of the Dark Lord could move on towards her goal.

Still, it wasn't what concerned Vrag most at the moment. It was another issue that burned first in her mind, and that was the case of one Jedi turned Sith. She'd thought the man disappeared without a trace, and when she'd snapped the neck of his former apprentice, the firrerreo was sure she'd cut the last loose end connecting the former archivist of the Order to his past.

It would seem she'd been wrong.

Just as well. She could do away with this new development just as she'd done with every other. The woman was no stranger to crime, and even less to covering her tracks, and yet this man had somehow still found her. Whether it was skill or luck she didn't know, and ultimately it wouldn't matter; he would perish like all the rest.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Location: The Killing Fields
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Gear: Lightsaber x2, Blade of the Satvas (it's just a fancy dagger)

Taeli Raaf

Of course Darth Azurea remembered her. The Jedi Master literally pulled her off of the battlefield of Ruusan when she was wounded, her spirit broken by Darth Pyrrhus. She hadn't gotten to know Master Raaf like she wanted to at the time. Once she was minimally healed, she was back to traveling with her beloved Agricorps.

At the mention of her old name… Lunelle, Azurea grit her teeth, tension wrinkling her brow. Her worried eyes, however, betrayed her self-doubt. And to relieve the sudden adrenaline flowing through her, she longed to strike the Jedi. To immediately clash with her. Their sabers humming together would be a satisfying release.

She knew that Darth Pyrrhus would demand utter control from her. They had trained enough for this moment and the Sith Knight was ready. But she needed the sweet absolution of an attack. There was no more time for banter.

Azurea brought both of her hands together in front of her as though she were about to mold a piece of clay. Funneling all of her anger and energy into a dark ball, she chanted under her breath, the incantation of Sith magic she had learned in the Temple of Pain and with a quiet grunt, hurled a Bolt of Hatred at the Jedi Master's chest. The spell would see that Taeli Raaf was confronted with a dark spear capable of cutting through anything - armor, flesh, bone and killing an organic species instantly if the spear pierced her in two.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: Contruum
Allies: Galactic Republic and friends
Enemies: One Sith and [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Azurea"]
Gear: Robes Lightsaber Second Lightsaber

"Jedi Master Taeli Raaf, at your service," Taeli said, giving the Vong armored Sith a small curtsy of respect. She didn't know the man, but he had shown some manners, so only fair for her to do the same. That was when the Force shifted, familiar patterns twisting and shaping from the girl, and a bolt of the dark side came at her. Bolt of Hatred spell, interesting, someone decided to delve in sorcery eh?

Still in her curtsy, Taeli smiled as she let some of the Force energy she had been saving up slip out and form a circular barrier around herself. The bolt would impact and shatter the shield, but she was still there ... and knew a lot more about the girl's state of mind. Settling back into a stance, her purple eyes turned to amethyst as the polite nature left her.

"Touchy touchy, Miss Lunelle, I would have thought your master would have taught you some patience there," Taeli replied, still not moving to do an offensive technique or even to draw her saber yet. She had a feeling the armored man was the master in question, and she couldn't stop a small look of disappointment crossing her face. "A Bolt of Hatred spell, how interesting. You know, I always found the best results for that spell were when you actually hated the individual. If not, well it just doesn't have the same kick. You remembered I saved you, and that would effect your spell."

Looking at them both, she just couldn't hide the disappointment.

"Did you know it's almost a cruel irony that you fell to the dark side, Miss Lunelle," she said, shifting her body so her profile was smaller. "Your sister was infected with a Sith poison after Ziost, and after she was sold into slavery by the Primeval. She at least is on Voss trying to atone for any sins she committed, trying to beat the poison within her. At least, according to Master Harrison she is. I wonder how you fell, hmm well guess I'll find out soon enough."

With that, she drew the hilt off her belt and gave a smile.

 

[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

That one lucky hit gave Veles hope of defeating the woman. For a moment, his confidence grew to the point of making him believe he stood a good chance against the armoured opponent. The image of an invulnerable monster’s been shattered; he faced one who could bleed. Fall. Die. A slight smirk appeared on his face for a second, a sign of his belief things started to look good again. Determination to succeed and prove Sith dominance fuelled him more than before. Losing to a Dark Jedi was utterly unacceptable. Veles refused to fall to one of those beasts, animals. He was a true Sith, the Messiah’s Chosen One, destined to spread the Crimson Messiah’s truth and message by wiping out the Dark Jedi. This one would be the first. Not the last. The One Sith would follow, alongside with everyone else who failed to follow the mistress’ teachings and wisdom. The Dark Side was not on his side – it could not decide between him and the Dark Jedi witch. And yet Avreet’s focus on utter control of this aspect of the Force demanded it to follow his bidding. Each passing second added to pain and death across the battlefield, each second made the Dark Side more destructive than before. Its limitless potential whispered to Veles’ consciousness, promising enough power to crush the Dark Jedi woman.

After failing to get hold of the shotgun, the Sith faced another attack. A blast of telekinetic energy swallowing everything in its way, bending rusted steel of skeletal remains as if these were nothing but grass. The terrible rumble announced its approach, too fast to allow a dodge. Mustering up his will, calling upon the Dark Side, strengthened by his love for Zarrah, Veles summoned a telekinetic wave of his. There was no time to gather enough power to negate it enough, but better than nothing. The two waves crashed together, swirling a cloud of dust that soon swallowed the Sith Lord. The entire world spun around, ears heard nothing but ringing, and the entire Mon Cal’s body received a powerful punch that knocked the air out of him. The unforgiving current threatened to rip him apart. It stole the lightsaber from his left hand and wished to do the same with the gun in his right; the artificial hand held it firmly, though. A crash suddenly ended the event, sending a wave of sharp pain through the Sith Lord’s body and bringing his flight to a halt. His vision blacked out for a second, fixed by rapid blinking to chase off the sweet and forgiving unconsciousness that wanted to claim him.

Avreet’s feet touched the ground, followed by his knees with a thud. He struggled with balance. The clothes covering his body appeared torn of numerous places, heavy breath left his lips. Still, he got up, the cybernetic augmentations pushing his body past natural limits for someone who had been tossed into a wall like this. The lightning speed at which his artificial hand worked was in stark contrast with the rest of his body, immediately finding the target against and pressing the trigger rapidly. The cybernetic augmentations truly worked great – unlike other technology. The heavy blaster refused to fire, earning itself Veles’ frown before the Sith nonchalantly tossed it away, telekinetically summoning the remaining curved hilt into his grasp. Another hiss and the blade ignited, pointed in his opponent’s direction. The Dark Side, empowered by pain, helped the Sith Lord move his body. The cybernetics did wonders, too, so for someone who had been crushed by the Dark Jedi’s might, Veles appeared to be more alive than he should. He wasn’t a Sith Lord for nothing! In spite of the outward appearance, he felt drained. Only his stubborn will kept him fighting, pushing him forward.

 

[Erinyes Draclau]

Objective: Beloved Skorn
Location: On Contruum A: The Killing Fields
Allies: [member="Skorn Draclau"]
Enemies: [member="Skorn Draclau"]? ( [member="Archon Kaan"] )
Music: Seven Devils

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/OJNnZy9yTJ0"]https://youtu.be/OJNnZy9yTJ0

It was surreal.

Almost as if the rest of the field would be but a mere dream. A kaleidoscope of blurred colors and muted hues. It always had been like this. As if all others would simply fade away, leaving only the two magnetic forces that were he and she drawing together. Pushing them apart.

Beloved.

That’s the name they long held back from the core of truth.

It was dance. A seemingly graceful waltz conducted by beautiful, disastrous, creatures such as he and she. Erinyes couldn’t turn away now. No, for she was turning in revolution. In her, she bore the scars that silence and distance had cut into her skin.

For she was a constant satellite of Skorn’s blazing sun. She obeyed his law of gravity. It was a fate he had carved upon her.

Your law of gravity.

​

​

Lightning rolled. Thunder crashed. A gust of wind threw back the hood of her hair, pelting her cheeks pink, lashing her against the storm. Dark ebon locks of hair whipped into the air, blinding her vision, yet her path would remain steady. Focused. Latched to another who would reel her in with the pulse of emotions long past, and those that yet would linger.

Closer now, and the sound of sifting leaves would ascend in a crescendo at the distance of her hearing. Here we walk, ye and I. Beloved Dragon Son; flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood. Dark to my Light. Storm to my Shelter.

Witness to my heart.

 

[Darth Ferus]

OBJECTIVE: A
LOCATION: The Killing Fields
ALLIES: Sith
ENEMIES: GR ( [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] )

"Heh."

The satisfaction was pretty real for the man as he watched the finger snap backwards. Perhaps she had learned a lesson about respect. Though, that mattered little. She was good in combat at least. While she took care of the soldier that had gotten too close he was at least kind enough to let her deal with it without his interruption.

Well, sort of. This was war after all, and getting the upper hand was important. As she dealt with her current opponent he felt it right to prepare his own assault. By the time she was done, he was ready.

He ran for her, though not as fast as he could have. In his hands his lightsaber glowed brighter then normal, a sign of the Force channeled along its edge. It was one of the Sith's favorite tricks. Once hit against something the Force would be released violently. A good trick for armored opponents. When she drew her gun however he knew it was time to act. So he jumped.

Fueled by the Force he would go, but he was still a distance away. And airborne. A perfect target.

Until he faded from view. Mid jump he simply faded from existence, as if he was never there to begin with. But the sudden hum of a lightsaber right beside Ven would be a clear sign he was very real. He had teleported, a relitevely new skill under his belt, and used the momentum of his jump to appear beside her, and swing. Like a truck he would try to hit, his lightsaber arcing for her chest with all the lethal intent he could muster.

Now was the time to begin.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: The Killing Fields
Objective: Setting the record straight
Allies: Nope
Enemies: [member="Vengeance"]

Corvus stood and listened. The outside world were now oblivious to them and she was ambivalent to them. The Sith in front of her had gained her full attention.

She nodded. There was a symmetry. Her own younger sister had killed the bounty-hunter that killed the rest of their family. It was a significant factor in her turning to the Dark-side – Corvus was sure of it.

In her mind she stored up a response, mentally ticking off points and maxims as he spoke. It was something she was used to back on Ossus – and on the battlefield to be honest. Twice she’d debated Sith philosophy with one who had gone by the name of Venefica. Hopefully she’d taught the young Sith a thing or two!

Then he mentioned meeting someone and Corvus immediately though of Braith. How her own life was changed in an instant. It was another anecdote to add to the lecture she was no doubt about to give. Back on Ossus, Padawans would be looking for a comfortable cushion about now, realising from that look she was set for a long diatribe.

But his next words knocked her off her stride. Her first thought was of Taeli – but the facts did not fit. And then she realised how foolish she was not to understand even before he’d shared the words.

She wanted to say he’d got it wrong. How Melori tried to kill her and she hadn’t lifted a finger to stop her. How she’d have gladly died than face the real truth – that her sister was Dark-sided. How Melori had stolen Corvus’ ship and it was the Sith that shot it down over Prakith – given it was a Jedi Corvette. And it was six years in a coma. Taeli had told her. And she’d accepted that Taeli train Melori – better the devil she knew being an apt philosophy.

But none of these words came to the surface. Instead she said the only ones that mattered...

“Please. Tell me she's alright?”

 

[Blane Nightfall]

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

Blane's expression changed instantly from a frown to an almost surprised one as the enemy almost cut off his right arm, Blane managed to succesfully get back, but not fast enough to avoid a beautiful long wound on his chest, he would probably be seriously wounded if it would't be for the armor, however neither this wound wasn't something you could call a "scratch" at all... Blane fell on his back as his effort of avoiding the hit was only partially succesful and suddenly attempted to kick Mythos back with his leg as he still seemed very energic and ready for action which wasn't exactly strange, considering the rage and the adrenalina in his body, both were good weapons in war no matter how much the jedi were against rage.
During this, the ysalamari gave a long annoyed growl as Blane's fall shook her a little. Cloned or not... Dasy had a personality, a rather cute and funny one.

 

[Disciple]

Location: Shipyards
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Vrag"]
Enemies: [member="Davin Skirata"]

Battle. Glorious battle. Or, in this case, glorious... murder? Yes, murder. Blood. It invigorated the mind, rejuvenated the body. Or, in many cases, left the body like rats from a sinking ship - at least when Astaire got his hands on someone. Much like a puppy, he'd taken to following Vrag around, but his intentions were far from good.

It was about survival, you see. You flocked to the powerful, because around them you were safer than you were on your own. As a Force Sensitive in Sith territory, you never quite knew what was coming your way, for good or ill. It was better to be safe than sorry. At least, that is, until you were strong enough to survive on your own. But what she likely wasn't expecting was just how quickly Astaire could appear, seemingly from nowhere.

While the bugs were launched in attack, Astaire sharply pushed the woman out of the way - she would loath that he had, but she'd understand why. While he was not particularly strong in the Force, it was being pumped into his wiry legs to take long, bounding strides, making to tackle the Mandalorian at near-literal breakneck speed the instant after the bugs detonated wherever they detonated.

A multi-pronged attack. Just this time, it was a Chiss in civilian attire and long, dark locks of hair launching himself about.

 

[James Mathison]

Location: Killing Fields
objective: Be Epic
Enemies: [member="Iziz Vei"]
Allies: GR
Gear in Bio

As James neared his target for the attack, he felt his reverse attack hault as the Force pulled his arm away from the swing it intended to make. Then came a punch to the ribs that pushed him back a few feet when the blast from the Jawa connected. He'd be sore tomorrow for sure. Then a click was heard inside his lightsaber as the beam blinked out. The crystal had been moved through telekinetic manipulation. If it was possible to be done, then the reverse was as well. No disassembly required. With Shatterpoint he could find the weakspots and twist the crystal back into place. It was only a moment before it blinked back on. The bright orange glow lit up the Shadows mask.

"Again, clever, but not enough."

With that, James sped ahead once more, bringing his primary hand at an open handed horizontal slash, followed by an opposite overhand slash, an empowered Force Pull and a double slash aimed for the torso. Following up with the reverse double slash to return his arms to their natural position which ended in a straight front kick aimed for the face.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Killing Fields
Objective: A - Rip apart the field
Allies: None Nearby
Enemies: [member="Atham'aali'kema"] | [member="Darth Isolda"] (I'm coming for you soon)
Gear: Plates of Scorn, Great Divide, One (1) Offering Crystal, Simmersilk Bodyglove
Theme: Kingdom of Zod by Billy Talent

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYSoZ4BEsL8[/media]​

Braith let her focus on the environment drop as she turned her full attention to the laughter that the man made just as the air was beginning to moisten. She cocked a brow and tilted her head to the side, staring at him in a combination of confusion and disbelief, perhaps a bit of disappointment mixed in as well. For some strange reason nearly everyone she had met within the One Sith were either die-hard followers of the terrible regime or traitorous worms that sought out her help in toppling them from the inside - neither of which she liked. This one seemed to be one of the former, she doubted he was anything like Ferus when he came with threats to kill her and another if they didn't decide to help him form a coup within the ranks of the Sith, but his method of acting the part of a mindless follower was peculiar at best. Rather than be oblivious to how he was being used like a tool, this one seemed almost keen to acknowledge and embrace his chains rather than cast them away - but why?

She, of course, shook her head at his verbal acknowledgement, almost in disbelief but perhaps more in annoyance or frustration than not. Not quite with him, no, but rather with how effective the Sith were at indoctrinating their civilians and how brutal they were in using them like living pawns. She felt a shred of pity for him, wondering what sorts of ordeals he'd gone through, what had made him so steeled and ready to give up living just to hold her back from the majority of his allies, but shook that feeling off as she prepared to engage him in what would likely be deadly combat - it had, indeed, been quite long since she last had a truly physical brawl with another, much less one without lightsabers. She shook her head again, narrowing her eyes to a disappointed glare, when he returned the offer to her, though she drank in the information of his name quite readily.

"I, Maalik, am Braith Achlys. I am not a Jedi, I could really care less about the whole ordeal of dark versus light, but you are an enemy that stands in my way. I gave you an offer to get out of the way, you've refused, so I suppose we'll have to fight it out - may the source have mercy on your soul." She replied rather coldly, tightening the grip of her right hand on the hilt of her sword, and frowned beneath the visor of her helmet. 'Let him make the first move, learn from your opponent first.' The thought rang through her head when she took a half-step towards the man and held her back from attempting to strike the first blow, waiting for the Chiss warrior to make his move first.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: All over that place
Controller: Draco
Forces: Unleash the First Wave
Clan Vereen Mercenaries

Spoiler

3 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)
Bes’uliik War Droids
1 YVH

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

36 Avenger-Class Starfighters

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

The lead Mythosaur dropped like a literal six thousand tons of metal and electronics. Some of its support systems were still available and the AA guns, but the main weapons were no longer functioning. After so much sustained fire even the mighty Mythosaur could not last. However as the enemies had yet to loose shields after sustained fire and thirty six proton torpedoes there was a very long way to go against the next three, hours left. The remaining three continued plodding forward to engage the enemy mythosaurs at closer range, to take away their advantage of cover, especially since the enemy had found a forty meter cliff to hid behind. This would be a long day for those forces engaging the Mythosaurs of My own task force.

In the air the Avengers had failed to do any damage with the Proton Torpedoes, well at least with the first wave of them. K-Wings dropped in behind, the leader taking out one. "Squads Split up. One and Two after those gunships, put some torps into them. Squad three with me, lets engage these K-Wings. If they pull to far out they have to deal with Mythosaur AA guns from below. Keep em occupied and we will have this one. Torps are green in all engagements." The outnumbering Avengers swooped to meet these K-Wings. The benefit of superior numbers was it allowed those in front to turn and face new opposition without picking up trails. The squadrons broke apart, then by wings of four fighters each, going and doing their jobs. The K-Wings might have the Avenger's outgunned, but Avengers had a lot of advantages in Atmosphere. They could fly circles around a big slow K-Wing and had a lot more Active Protection against rockets, than what came standard on K-Wings. It would be a good fight. "Torps away!" and a pair streaked towards one of the K-Wings from the lead craft.

In the forests in the pass the Empire had done what Empires always do. They had resorted to friendly fire in order to slow the advance of my Mandalorians. The Bes’uliik war droids were smashing into squads of Imperials, with large AT-AT walkers no firing into their own men in an attempt to destroy the beskar armored droids. The droids are incredibly durable, but even they have their limits. Those that were targeted only took a few moments of sustained fire to drop, but they did retaliate by firing into the joints of their slayers. Whatever missiles or laser fire they could manage, they did at the knees of the AT-AT’s.

The warrior’s engaging in close combat with the Storm Troopers faired somewhat for the better, holding the upper hand despite to power gauntlets of the enemy. Crushgaunts, Beskads, and Power Armor just went a little further, but outnumbered, even with the Imperial Forces focus split, the Mandalorians weren’t going to win this battle. That wasn’t the point though. The point had been to hit the enemy as hard as they could, and lure out all the little piglets.

And out they had come.

The Titans continued running, avoiding fights were they could, unleashing torrents of heavy laser fire where they needed to as they rushed south. I looked among the stone faced, steely eyed elites. These were my finest warriors, perfectly equipped to complete their next task. The forest subsided at the base of the garrison mountain and we looked up at the fortress, mostly abandoned. So much had left to deal with the Sith Forces, that it was light on defenders. The plan was coming together.

“Four groups, do your duty, get into the buildings, and take out some of those artillery batteries, we don’t need them.”

“Oya, Drahr’buir.” They responded, the four groups already mentally split. Jump packs ignited and the warriors, normally slow and ponderous, rocketed into the garrison, rushing quickly to their designated spots.

They were set with one third of each group set for Heavy Blaster, Blaster, and full auto, unleashing a storm of laser fire into any opposition. The Weapons could be set with power output like a Starfighter, e-web, t-21, or E-11, each changing the rate of fire from once every few seconds to five thousand rounds per minute. Their power armors, assisted by the heavy power armor they wore smashed open bulkheads and doors, letting them gain entry, and the shields they carried allowed them to reflect most small arms fire they would encounter. It was over for the men they found within arms-reach, as hammers, capable of breaking down bulkheads smashed into them unleashing their shockwaves into the body. Wrist Rockets, Charrics, Acid Throwers, and Flame Throwers cleared whole rooms, sending those techs screaming as they died.

One team used their jump packs to rapidly assault nearby artillery, unleashing a storm of grenades into the batteries to disable them quickly and using their blaster cannons to slaughter through any opposition they found, though so far there had been no mention of any real force remaining here. Hammers made a sound like thunder as they smashed into any artillery crewman stupid enough to take cover from the storm of blaster cannon fire. Which was a better way to die, via a hole in your chest or having you internal organs explode and liquefy inside you to die slow.

Once the other titans were inside a team went into a secured room, with the rest holding the room and began setting up a decent sized portable uplink.

“Set up the uplinks, we need the Rain. Hopefully Gorran and Draz are alright. Titans, hold the line.”

Shields locked in the hallways, covering them with their reflective energy, hammers readied and blaster cannons turned and readied to repel any that sought to oust them from their beach head. It would be easier to obliterate the garrison than to force the Titans out of it.

Summary of Actions

Spoiler

Mythosaurs Advance, continue firing
Avengers Engage K-Wings and Gunships
Forest Fight continues as is
Titans Storm the Upper most Levels of the Garrison
Titans engage Artillery Batteries at the Garrison

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Location: The Killing Fields
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Gear: Lightsaber x2, Blade of the Satvas (it's just a fancy dagger)

The brunette Jedi easily deflected the Bolt of Hatred. This did not surprise Darth Azurea one bit. She knew that Master Raaf was powerful and experienced. While the Sith Knight felt confidence that both she and Darth Pyrrhus could defeat her, she also knew it would be a tall order to fill.

In a soft-spoken voice, Azurea said, “It’s true, I do not hate you. In fact I feel rather indifferent about the prospect of killing you. Should I feel sadness? Remorse even?” With a more intimating growl she finished, “I feel nothing.”

But when Taeli mentioned her sister, Chastity, the former Jedi was frozen. Her mind began to rapidly cycle through the following thoughts:

Chastity was alive! Sold into slavery and back on Voss! On Voss! I could go to visit her tonight!

“You’ve seen her? This poison will it kill her?” she implored, fully distracted by the news, forgetting instantly that the three of them were about to fight for their lives. “I need to know!"

Azurea was at risk of completely unraveling at this very moment. Her emotions were raw, her concern for her sister palpable in the air. Ironically, the Darkside of the Force would feel to her like a dim light at the end of a long black tunnel. Like her Xilsaga, the Daughter of Sorrow, Darth Azurea felt an overwhelming melancholy mixed with relief over the thought of her sister alive and in pain, and with the back of her arm wiped the tears away from her eyes. She couldn't even think of Tanek's disappointment in her now. Her thoughts were consumed with the welcome news of her sister's reappearance in the galaxy.

 

[Jak Skirata]

Objective: B
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] [member="Drana'stair'eno"]

Spoiler

• Beskar'gam
• Blaster Pistol
• Lightsaber
• Beskad
• Blaster Carbine

Her reaction was far from what he was expecting. He expected her to talk his ear off like so many Sith before her seemed to be so fond of while her lackeys circled around him to try and take him down while he was distracted. Fortunatley for him, the Sith seemed unable to keep all of her lackeys in check. His grip around the leather bound hilt of his beskad tightened, preparing for an assault from the Sith Lord, only for her to be pushed aside by the strange Chiss lumbered forward. Surprisingly lucky that the Sith didn't cut him with her blade as he shoved past her mid-strike. He cocked his head to the right and sucked his teeth.

Putting his right foot forward he tumbled over the charging Chiss, putting him directly in the path of the projectiles he had seen thrown, simultaneously pulling out the carbine at his left, leaving his back seemingly open to Vrag and pulled the trigger. A loud boom uncharacteristic of a simple blaster and a bright flash of red erupted from the two barrels as high powered blaster bolts were thrown at the warrior circling to flank. He didn't expect the blaster to do any lasting damage, but it was a deterrent nonetheless.

The bugs however were much more of a problem. The split and dodged around the Chiss at the last second, but with a call on the Force to enhance his own strength he swatted them to the durasteel floor with the flat of his beskad. A loud metal thud shook the single piece of beskar throughout reminding Davin yet again that the Force was a wonderful tool. But doubt began to sink into him. Was this the wrong person? They didn't even react when he mentioned the traitor's name.

 

[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]Khal curiously observed her men following her order - with some understandable hesitance, it took them a few moments, but eventually the doors locked behind them, leaving them alone for the moment. He hadn’t really been expecting this turn in events: if it had been him, he would have ordered his men to shoot the lone target, or at least let them stay here… in event that things got hairy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Then again… he was pretty well-known within his circles for being really paranoid.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]So maybe his own perspective was just a [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]touch[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] skewed in this situation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]At any rate, while they were leaving Khal took a long drag from his cigarette, let the aroma swirl around before blowing it away again, his eyes returning to the Commander of the squads.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Pretty girl, but the stance told him that it wasn’t just [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]looks[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] he would have to contend here with, told him that if he decided to turn this into a fight? It would be one hell of a fight, and Khal wasn’t sure if the proper reaction was to get excited over it or take it to heart and see if he could avoid any combat.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Then she spoke[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px], and Khal couldn’t help but chuckle softly. A long, rasping sound - like granite being grinded together, it was a short sound that was followed by a shrug.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Should we get all freaky now that our audience left?” the Underlord replied with a smirk, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]yet there was hidden purpose - his eyes noting every and any change that could follow.[/SIZE]