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

[Vrag]

Location: Shipyards
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Drana'stair'eno"] | 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=0wxAMa3Prhk​

It was a good thing she was a patient Sith, because the usual kind would've likely snapped into a rage of force lightning and recklessness. Her opponent proved to be nimble despite the deceiving weight of the beskar'gam upon his body, rolling past the chiss cannonball that had sped out from the darkness behind her.

She'd be lying if she said she was expecting to see Astaire of all people on the derelict shipyards, but she'd also have died a long time ago if she allowed surprise to dictate her tempo in combat.

The horned beast would instead pull back from the ineffective attack and slash at the man's front instead, aiming to keep him occupied while her allies attacked from all sides. P-11 let out a furious cry at the bolt scorching his thigh, returning the courtesy of explosion with a low-thrown razor bug that would hopefully burrow itself in the soft spots of the joints and sink its sharp teeth into supple mandalorian flesh. The last member of the trio would curse her foe's agility while lengthening her stride to grab the new arrival. Instead of a sudden death than one might expect from those orange eyes, the warrior merely launched the chiss at the mandalorian's exposed back as if she were throwing a ball and not a grown man (rangy and emaciated as he was).

Vrag could interrogate him later, if the mando bastard somehow survived an encounter with the Hand of the Dark Lord and her two elite Parkeljni, with a possessed Chiss thrown into the mix to boot. Fighting multiple opponents at the same time and emerging victorious was a triumph only ever witnessed on exaggerated holovids; the husk of a station would soon become this hunter's final resting place.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

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


The loud crash of the telekinetic waves was like a thunderclap and the titanic explosion echoed across the streets as they collided. It was not enough to override hers or prevent the Sith from being hurled through the air and so thrown he was. For a few moments Siobhan had indeed lost track of him as a cloud of dust billowed up into the sky and seemingly swallowed him. However, she was not unaffected by the telekinetic clash, though she had not been in the immediate impact radius.

And so her body shook and she had to grind herself in the Force to prevent herself from being likewise tossed across the street, though it felt like someone had applied a massive club to her body. Ouch. A piece of debris slammed into her, making her fall back to the ground after just having gotten up. Panting and breathing heavily she managed to arise, though her leg ached when she tried to move it. Likewise her transparisteel visor seemed to have cracked since a shard of debris had struck it. Suffice to say her mobility was rather lacking, especially if she did not actively use the Force to improve it and mitigate the pain.



However, it seemed to her that her opponent was doing a good deal worse than she was, but he still refused to yield. Undoubtedly the Dark Side gave him fuel, but there might be something else as well. His reaction time and strength of body hinted at augmentation.


At this point one might note that the confrontation between the two was ironic on many levels. On the one hand, we had a Kindly Sith who, despite being on the side of an oppressive regime hellbent on subjugating the entire Galaxy beneath its jackboot, believed in things such civility, fair play and honour. On the other hand we had an ridiculously brutal Dark Jedi...who was fighting on the side of Truth, Justice and the Corellian Way. Well...maybe not the Corellian one since the planet is dead and stuff, but it was like the Token Good Teammate vs. Token Evil Teammate.


The sonic shotgun quickly found its way back onto her thigh and in its place she held her MK1 boltgun. 30mm x 45mm explosive bolts were chambered. Swiftly she brought up the gun, wielding it with the practised ease of a veteran despite the fact that it was quite heavy and bulky. Just as Veles had ignited his lightsabre, the traditional weapon of both Jedi and Sith, she summoned her telekinetic willpower and directed it against his legs. Unlike before, her aim was not to crush his legs, but rather to immobilise him. He would presumably feel a strong pressure, akin to powerful chains of beskar wrapping around his legs, tightening with every movement as she poured her willpower into holding him in place through a massive telekinetic grip.


Then the sharp crack of the bolter was heard as it pumped out rounds. The bolts were armed at launch and any significant pressure would cause them to detonate, including trying to telekinetically block them and such. They had a two metre casualty radius against humanoids, and up to six metre one could be injured by blast and shrapnel. To make dodging more difficult they were aimed at Veles' feet and around him. BAAAM BAAAM BAAAM and so on and so forth.

 

[Disciple]

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

He'd been going one way, then he was hefted and going another.

Aim for the neck, Chiss. "Quiet, Lusk." The Chiss hisses to no one in particular, even as he's heaved towards the back of the Mandalorian - a Mandalorian who'd just stopped, brought up a weapon, and fired. Plenty of time to wrap his arms around the Mandalorians neck, take him to the ground, and start trying to jam a blade into his neck. Or so Astaire thought. Reality and fantasy were separate for a reason.

Things did not always go to plan.

"YOU ARE MINE." Came the roar, Astaire thrown parallel to the ground with his arms outstretched, moving to hook them both around the Mandalorian's neck to slam him facefirst into the ground. Only once he was confident he'd done so would he pull a knife and try to stab it into the neck joint of the armor.

If not, well, he'd go flying overhead, again.

 

[Sinistra]

Location: Coming from the south side of grid 33, on the far side of the peak.
Controller: Sinistra
Forces:

Spoiler

TOE:
(4) YZ-775 Medium Transport ships ferrying crew and arty to drop point.
A&B Batteries, Tannhauser (8 per battery, 16 total)
C, D, E Batteries, Lohengrin (14 per battery, 42 total)

NPCs:
Gulliver Foyle - Artillery Commander
Fela - Darkside adept
Aurek - Darkside adept
Arianrhod - Darkside adept
700 standard troopers

Objective: C
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Darth Rapax"]
Opponents: [member="Ali Hadrix"]

“Karking morons,” Gulliver muttered around the wad of chewing tobacco in his lower lip. “Did they really think that counterbattery wasn't a thing? Sure, let’s just pound away and hope nothing happens, that’ll teach ‘em.”

Inserting the One Sith’s artillery had once again illustrated the truth of that age old axiom: no plan survives contact with the enemy. Forced out of their projected flight path by heavier than expected fire, Gulliver had been knocked way off course. Fortunately, he was with Lord Sinistra, who wouldn’t blame the troopers for a pilot’s lack of balls.

The IW-02B Tannhauser and IW-02A Lohengrin were decent artillery pieces, as far as such things went, and they brought plenty, but they were slow to get back in position. Fortunately, that had allowed the FDC to massage the Target Acquisition and Tracking Systems into workable firing solutions.

Most of the arty was emplaced on the backside of the mountain, protected from fire. The sole exception was a single Lohengrin, dug in at the top of the hill. Its sensors were tracking shell trajectories, and he wasn’t emitting, just receiving. The insulated data cable running to the TOC wouldn’t give off any stray signals, so they should be okay. The CAS seemed more worried about the troopers in the open, not a threat that would have been extremely difficult to see, especially with a very scary Sith by their side.

“How long til we have a good firing solution?” the massive mountain of a human asked. Gulliver looked and moved like an Endorian redwood, but no one would ever mistake him for a mere brute. Not more than once, anyway.

“We’ve got targets, sir. Gotta parse them out, should be ready to fire in two mikes.”

“Outkarkingstanding,” the big man exclaimed. “As soon as you’ve got firing solutions, light ‘em up.”

Sinistra watched Gulliver deploy his assets from the plateau up to their final locations, before she hopped a speeder bike to the ridge. The last of the YZ-775's were getting away, keeping low to the valleys to stay out of sight of the surface to air weapons in the valleys on the other side of the mountains. Stray beams strafed over her head as she ascended the mountain crest.

Looking down on the battle below, a grim set to her jaw beneath the masked helmet.

"Today is a good day for someone else to die."

Fela and the twins prepped themselves and awaited orders. They each had a swoop bike standing by and were going over a map of the battlefield with a lieutenant.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: The Killing Fields
Objective: A
Allied: The Galactic Republic
Enemies: One Sith [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Azurea"]

(OOC Note: wont have gear in this heading as on my phone at work)

"She will live," Taeli replied, smiling internally and keeping a calm exterior. An interesting development now indeed, she could sense the maelstrom of emotions her words had caused. "The poison that she was infected with is one meant to heighten aggression and negative emotions and thoughts. It's very tricky to get rid of though, only someone with a powerful bond can help them fully break free of the effects."

The Lunelle girl still loved her sister, she felt indifferent in even trying to kill Taeli ... she was worried she might disappoint her former master. Love then ... perhaps ... oh yes ...

"You still care for her," Taeli said, her smile now on her lips. "Powerful thing, love, and a rather pure emotion. It can have a purifying effect, even for the darkest hearts. I would know all too well."

It was a calculated gamble on Taeli's part, but perhaps it just might reinforce to the Lunelle girl that there was always another way. Slowly, as though ink were running across paper, black tattoos formed around Taeli's eyes ... very recognizable tattoos for anyone who was a Sith.

"I believe your master might have heard of a Sith Lady known as Darth Arcanix," she said, looking at them both. "A very powerful sorceress and alchemist among the One Sith. I learned darkness is not the end all be all for power or knowledge, there's plenty elsewhere too. I let love into my heart, love for my sisters, and you can't deny that I'm still quite powerful."

 

[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

Another round of immobilising took away the Makashi practitioner’s greatest defence, his footwork. Without the ability to dodge and sidestep, the Sith became a practice target. This required to be addressed immediately, his opponent appeared to be unwilling to offer that much courtesy though. Before his will could shatter the chains pinning him down, Veles’ large eyes fixed at the black hole staring at him from the barrel of his opponent’s gun. A strange weapon that was, something he had never seen before despite fighting for much of his life, but the size made him assume it fired high calibre rounds. Those nasty beasts were hard to deflect, especially for a Makashi user, prompting the Mon Cal to focus solely on the task of combining telekinesis and blade, a perfect coordination of the two. He only had to wait until his opponent ran out of ammo. If he resisted long enough, an opportunity would present itself. It had to. It’s been the case with every duel so far.

The thunderous skies let out a scream, its voice almost silent to the Mon Cal’s still ringing ears.

With his blade pointed at her still, Veles raised his shaking left hand, finding it surprisingly difficult. He was ready for whatever she intended to toss his way. The way she had trained the weapon at his legs unnerved Avreet a bit; it wasn’t until the first fired bolt that Veles discovered the true nature of the weapon his opponent wielded. A precise telekinetic push supposed to change the shot’s trajectory enough to miss him resulted in a wave of fire, almost like a massive tongue spread between him and the woman. It was an impressive sight right before the shockwave announced itself and delivered a punch. A nasty weapon that was. The next shot must have landed close – debris showered the Sith Lord’s body, tiny burning shards cut through the clothing and entered his body with little to no effort. The left leg lost its strength and could no longer fully support the body; were he not standing still, Avreet would have crumbled. He had to act now if he wished to live through this.

More pain. More power. More focus.

The prosthetic hand let go of the lightsaber hilt. The metallic cylinder did not hit the ground though; defying laws of physics, it acted like a spear, telekinetically hurled and guided towards the woman. Not only that – the red blade of burning plasma, still pointed at her, headed towards the bolter’s barrel. It wanted to take a peek inside, like a sword slipping into a scabbard.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

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.
Gear: Lightsaber, Armour, “Gorgon” Web Rifle.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lg1t56JucE4

The hit to her gut knocked her off trajectory and winded her, Coci landed some distance away on her back. Her armour saving her from broken ribs but would not prevent her lungs from expelling what little air was left. For a brief moment, her head swam but the warning through the force soon had her mind and body ready again. Forcing her back to bend and arch upward, Coci leaped to her feet and drew in breath to fill the lungs once more.

Vornskr is charging, running with great speed toward her, Coci grips her saber to prepare for the clash of giants. "You say I am here to win, I say I am here to 'cleanse'". No redemption is she attempting, he is well passed that so she will not waste flowery Jedi words on the man. Maybe a flicker had once dwelled in his heart in his youth, but the darkside has it's talons well deep in him.

The strike is coming in from the right, he is fast and accurate, a hit would mean her death but she is agile and swift and the lightside her ally. As the sickening red blade nears, Coci drops to her knees allowing the red blade to pass over her head and body. She grabs the rifle she carries, drops her saber to the ground and with two hands along the body of the rifle she rams the butt of it to his jaw just under his chin. A cry of war issues from her mouth, a cry of a primeval calling. The Force driven impact as the metal of the rifle hits his helmet would snapped Vornskr's head back and send him flying to land on his back. She watched him sail away..

Coci stands up and her saber hits the palm of her hand once more. A roll of her writs, the purple blade blurs in the darkness.

 

[Ameli Trahir]

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

Sena was grumpy. Why was she grumpy? Was it that once more they had landed in a warzone? Was it that their ship had crashed? Was it Ameli's playful nature, and inability to remain serious, even in situations such as these? She knew she could bleed, yet she felt untouchable. Or was it that she didn't care? Though a light-hearted and 'bouncy' person, she had been raised in darkness, and accepted it into her heart. Beneath the top layer of an innocent, blonde girl, was the menacing spawn of a Sith Lord, capable of much more than you would give her credit for at first glance. She was indeed Ameli Trahir.

Ameli watched the exchange that followed: Sena throwing her lightsaber, and Michah picking it straight up. Obviously, this wasn't good. And obviously, Sena was quite mad. Ameli had already worked up her frustration, and now Micah was offering himself up as a medium through which she could release her fury. But to do that, she would need her lightsaber. As Sena took her steps forwards, her voice very intimidating, Ameli lightly tapped in behind. Like a quick, but silent sprint, from someone who was trying not to be heard. Stealth mattered little. Sena would find out immediately. But perhaps it was just her subconsciously not wanting to give too much focus to her. Ameli was quite content not being the source of her anger right now.

"Here!" she said, and quickly handed Sena her lightsaber. This of course left her without one, but Sena was by far the more competent one, so it'd be more beneficial if she had one as well. "Try not to lose this one, okay?" Ameli couldn't help herself. As if knowing this was the wrong time to make a joke, she quickly took a few steps back, out of reach. To Micah, as he addressed her specifically, she simply gave him a glare and a mean look. "I'd like to see you talk that kind of talk outside of that armour!" She'd smack him good then, she would! Had she known her, she probably would have sworn on her mum.

 

[Reverance]

Location: Space station, carving my way through.
Objective: Objective B
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Sirus"]

Equipment:

Spoiler

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vY3p_oXuDwI​

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He held out his hand, in response to the command, blood dripping from the ceiling. It pooled in his palm, the mouth opening to drink and lap it up. Looking up, he careened his head over his shoulder slowly, viewing the being in the hallway. A rifle shouldered, Gabriel squinted as he looked down the barrel of the gun. Beneath the shell, he smiled.

"Would pain be wasted on you?" He opened his voxyn hand, the eyelid peeling back to reveal the wandering iris. The emergence of stereo view gave light to the presence of a force scent, enough of one to entice the arm momentarily. Across his waist, the plasma eel rested in belted fashion, and on each thigh, a bandoleer of bugs rested in shuttering capacity.

He looked back down the hall, opposite the figure and cracked his neck. "Stop...why would I do something like that?" With the power of the armor and the increased speed, he started strafing down the hall towards Sirus. Within a moment, he cut right and shouldered a door open, bending the metal back as he pushed hard. As he entered the room, he found another hallway heralded by a large room filled with monitoring equipment. He looked for navigation signs and found nothing, but at least here, he wouldn't be bottle-necked in a hallway. He spotted a man running and unclipped a thud bug, smacking him hard in the back and sending him flying into a wall. Pumping his fist in amusement, he looked back towards the door way and ignited the Chom-Huun in his voxyn hand.

Here in the heart of the station, at least he could do some damage while they danced.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

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


Siobhan loved bolters. They were beautiful weapons and caused carnage. She obviously loved that as well! She felt a measure of satisfaction when two bolts evidently took their toll upon the Mon Cal, though she likewise was struck by some shards of shrapnel since a bolt had prematurely detonated. He was still standing, but weakening. How long could he keep it up? Pain and the power of the Dark Side were fuelling him and he was evidently an experienced combatant. However, she did not waste time with such thoughts for, as her boltgun roared, suddenly the crimson lightsabre of the Sith came hurling towards her, being tossed through the air like a telekinetic spear by an invisible force.


Shooting through the air it came at her with great force and terrible speed, eager for a slice of her gun. The Butcher of Roche pulled at the invisible strands of the Force and used this power to turn the lightsabre away, altering its trajectory just slightly so that rather than cut through her gun it grazed her shoulder, causing no harm to her thanks to her beskar'gam, though the force behind impact made her wince and made her shoulder feel numb. She held on to the boltgun, taking a deep breath, for her own exertions were catching up on her. Beneath the damaged transparisteel visor of her beskar helmet, her face was soaked in sweat, her brow furrowed, but she still had reserves and was mostly undamaged. The lightsabre the Sith had thrown was summoned into her grasp.


Her telekinetic grip had loosened around the Sith's legs, giving him a moment of freedom, but now she reapplied it as she sought to envelope him with her powerful telekinetic binds. The focal points of her grip were his groin and his throat. As she applied this pressure, she attempted to lift him high into the air and then brutally smash him back into the ground with tremendous force and speed. Repeatedly.

 

[Komo]

Location: Docking Bay D39
Objective: B (Break the line)
Allies: She, herself and her
Enemies: Mister Raspylaugh ([member="Khaleel Malvern"])

The silence that filled the area after she spoke was broken by a loud rasping sound. Greta thought he was choking for a moment there, and that someone was secretly force choking him behind the scenes, but no. As it turned out, the man was merely laughing. As Sith, she had heard plenty of weird and maniacal laughter, but this took the top prize for weirdness. It did indeed sound like two slabs of stones grinding against each other. The awkward sound ended, and he followed it up with a shrug. The man then spoke. “Should we get all freaky now that our audience left?”

"Freaky? You mean like I'll rend your soul from your body and then desecrate your corpse with filthy rituals, that kind of freaky?" That was the usual Sith kind of creepy she was used to. Greta didn't think man in front of her was Sith, so in all likelihood, the Sith knight was most probably wrong. Perhaps, the man just meant combat. Yeap, that must be it. She unclasped her lightsaber from her belt, gripping the hilt, but not igniting it just yet. The Sith knight assumed a battle ready stance in the event that combat was what the man really intended for.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: A the killing fields (aka ruin Jedi Grandmaster's Day)
Location: The Killing fields
Allies:
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"]


Vengeance looked at Corvus. It would be a lie if he said he was not surprised by her reaction.

"Do you care?"

It was a rhetorical question of course. Nothing not even being on different sides of the Force good ever fully kill the bond between family. Only death did that.

Vengeance sighed.

"She is alive but I am sure you knew that already." "Her wounds are not physical Corvus." "Though I wish they were." "Physical wounds are much easier to heal."

He turned looking outward.

"Tell me something Corvus." "How would you be fairing in her position." "Betrayed by one sister and almost killed." "Given a sliver of hope after waking up from a Coma only to be betrayed by the other sister."

He paused.

"Melori may claim to understand why your other sister left the One Sith but understanding does not diminish the pain."

He was the first time so far he had actually mentioned her name. Even as he did he closed his eyes for a moment before opening them.

"To find another to look up to..............to actually be getting somewhere." "To actually be so close to your goal you can reach out and touch it only to have it snatched away from you."

He turned back to face Corvus his expression serious.

"To show the utmost loyalty only to have the very person you took a stand beside betray you." "To be declared a traitor for the actions of another."

Vengeance sighed looking down at the ground.

"She is dancing a fine line between sanity and utter destruction Corvus." "She wants so desperately to find one person............just one person to feel she is good enough to show her the unconditional loyalty she shows them."

He scoffed.

"She is actually keeping me at arms link to try and keep me from being deemed a traitor by association."

He smiled.

"She doesn't realize what I would sacrifice to stay by her side."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-rExoA0MhQE[/youtube]​

Just replace Frieza with Vornskr and pretend to understand what they're saying (even if I have no earthly idea myself).​

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Location: THE FIELDS OF KILLING
Objective: WORDS, WORDS, WORDS! THE MASTER WANTS MURDER!
Allies: The One Sith, their assorted candies minions, and Lord Fish ( [member="Darth Veles"] )
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

Pain exploded across his jaw and face as Coci jammed (her booty) the butt of her rifle square into the underside of his face, smack-dab on his chin with enough force to send his head reeling back and causing his muscular body to stumble backwards from the sudden stop of momentum. He backpedaled a couple of paces, his head still craned backwards from the impact, but after a moment of shock he allowed his head to fall forwards to glare hatefully at Coci. The blow had also knocked aside his mask which now was skewed to his left by a large degree, but with his left hand he tore it free from his face and flung it to the ground. In doing so he also spat out a tooth that had been dislodged when the underside of his jaw was bashed in by Coci's rifle, and blood began to trickle out from the corner of his mouth. He chuckled and drew back his hood, exposing his pallid and ruined visage for the Jedi Master to gaze upon.

It wasn't a very pretty sight.

"Well struck, Heavenshield." He extended his left hand outward with his fingers curved like the talons of a foul raptor, small discharges of electricity arcing across his forearm and bicep as a dark power began to well up within him. It was all the classic signs of Sith Lightning about to be flung at her with wild abandon, but Vornskr drew upon the moment for a while as the Dark Side flowed through him.

"My turn."

Suddenly the ground beneath Coci would buckle inward and then erupt upwards as if a bomb had been detonated somewhere just below the surface, and jagged formations of stone burst free from their resting places. It was all a tactical ruse, for Vornskr had made his gathering of Dark Side energy exceedingly open and instead attempted to draw Coci's attention away from the telekinetic machinations that were going on just below her. And it was during that moment of confusion that he struck, propelling himself off of the ground straight for Coci with his blade coming in from her right with nightmarish speed. His mouth opened as a war cry slipped past his cracked lips, staining the air with it's blasphemous roar.

 

[Atham'aali'kema]

Location: Killing Fields
Objective: A - Ease the passing
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Braith Achlys"]
Equipment:

Spoiler

Chom-Huun
Amphistaff
Magma pebbles, Plasma eel
Thud bugs, Snap bugs
Slayer Hardened Skin
Armorweave robe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKxDzyHPo0o​

"Braith Achlys..." He chewed on the sound, jutting out his lower jaw. "A soothing name." He looked towards the sky once more, the amphistaff circling actively on his left arm as it began to anticipate the fight, anxious for the bloodletting. "It's unfortunate that it belongs to the dead, now." He stood to face her, apparently understanding the posture she was taking for the defense that would soon follow. "I will mourn your passing, Braith. But for my soul, save your breath for something that exists."

Confidence claimed his posture as his right hand ignited in a blaze of orange, the Chom-Huun singing the song of the Yuuzhan Vong. In defiance of technology, the Shapers saw fit to create this masterpiece and with the feeding of lambent crystals previously, the polyps depression produced a full fledged blade of energy. Not entirely unlike a lightsaber, though fit to be considered differently. Trained to mimic the acrobatics and speed of the Jedi without aid of the force, this Vong slayer would favor the most efficient dueling form as he took to the posture of Makashi. Charging forward, absent a salute, Maalik struck out for a two fold attack.

First, he would swing over from his own right to left, aiming to strike the opponent on her left pauldron. Testing the water, he would look for the slightest bite of either defensive sword or plate before using the bounce to deflect his own attack. The next sequence would aim, with the rotation of the bicep and elbow, to hit Braith across the right hip, just above the plates of her armor and into her body suit. His left hand would remain anchor of balance, coiled about it was the amphistaff for protection and use later if needed. Nevertheless, he would focus his weight into his core as he was taught, his foot work prepared to manipulate the body in whatever fashion was needed to dodge the large blade of his opponent.

Due to her armor, Maalik would assume advantage in weight and speed alone. While he couldn't utilize the force for speed, he had martial arts and anticipation on his side. And a lack of conscious, he felt no weight but his own and the desire to remove obstacle from path. Unfortunately for him, confidence would not make up for the lack of understanding in this species and strengths of said species that lied beneath the armor before him.

 

[Jak Skirata]

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

Spoiler

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

Not unlike a Jedi with a lightsaber who batted blaster bolts away with ease, projectiles, especially the loud insectoid biots of the Vong were easy enough to read in the Force. But keeping his eye on all four of his combatants wasn't easy. Had their attacks been completely simultaneous he would have been forced to make decisions on what body parts to prioritize. Did he save his legs from the dangerously sharp biot's blades or did he allow himself to be taken down to the ground and compromise his own freedom of movement in order to avoid the Sith's lightsaber?

Luckily, they were not completely in sync, giving the the Mandalorian split seconds to call upon his mediocre training in the Force to amplify his speed and read his opponent's projectiles and react accordingly...Hopefully.

He leveled his blaster at the biot as it made its way speedily towards him. Leading with the blaster he pulled the trigger, releasing that loud explosive sound again, the sound if its claws digging into the durasteel was reminiscent of a hammer striking a metal anvil. But that still left the flying Chiss and the Sith Lord, he spun around and again with the flat of his blade smacked the Chiss in the face, sending him to the right of Davin, unless the Chiss changed his thrown trajectory mid flight.

He wasn't quite sure what the other Sith was slashing at though as he was more than an arms length away from her at this point, probably more like a few wide steps, but he heard the hum of the blade as it moved about the air

 

[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 x21
• 74-Z Speeder Bike x22
• Arc-1 Drones x18
• Stormtroopers x6,788

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 Imperial Captain Nim allowed himself a smile at last as devastation struck the enemy ranks for the first time since before their mandalorian ally had give them firebomb support. The 3HX3 mines the Stormtroopers had set along the walls of the pass detonated, explosives strong enough to fell an AT-ST blowing chunks of the rock face away from the mountain passage, sending a rockslide slamming into the column of droids in each of the paths. The veteran officer relishing the sight of so many droids being buried beneath the boulders that collapsed upon the enemy forces. However, it wasn't just the sight of the Sith machine ranks suffering heavy casualties from the trap that pleased the captain. There were so many other things he was witness to that made Nim giddy as well.

Not least of all was the hundreds of laser cannons rounds firing from the rotary cannons of the AT-FAT slamming into the Sith AT-AW walkers, overwhelming their shields just as a barrage of the Imperial Behemoths turbolaser fire obliterated one of the Sith vehicles, the pair reduced to one as the good news continued to come in as it seemed the One Sith were slacking in their efforts. Captain Nim couldn't care whether they gave it all or not as he watched the wreck of the ruined Sith AT-AW sag to the ground while their droid infantry were slowed by the debris of the rockslide in their path that had crushed a number of their comrades. Not that these were the only Sith forces being stalled as the other officers reported in, Altrix and Jervor updating him on the status of the reserve units they had deployed after their scouts to cut off the Sith attempting to find alternative routes than the main passes.

Even there the Sith were being slowed, as their soldiers with a head start on getting up the mountain were able to more quickly get ahead of their movements, keeping up above the droids and the soldiers who had deployed from the dropship to reinforce them. Blaster rifles, grenades, and plex launchers raining wrath down upon the Sith units as sniper positions picked them off from a distance. All throughout the northern mountains it seemed the Sith had stalled their advance for some unknown reason, and the soldiers of the Empire were capitalizing on it with everything they had. Unleashing hell upon the enemy, paying them back for every slight that the Sith had inflicted upon them since their unjustified attack on Crina. "Finally good news to report back to Commander Calvarona. Lieutenant shore up the squads with downed members, bring up fresh equipment if too many E-Webs are damaged up here."

Although back in the forest the fight was still the intensive brawl of chaos the Mandalorians had sought for. The battle carrying on the same before as Stormtroopers ran over the snow covered forest floor, blaster blaring at probe droids and mandalorian commandos alike unless they were engaged in close quarters combat, facing a severe disadvantage against the Beskar Clad Mandalorians with powered crush gauntlets and so many other intriguing and tricky melee designed devices. The best chance a trooper engaged in fistacuffs with the Mandalorians had was to buy enough time for their comrades to put a grenade at the enemy's feet to deal real damage to the heavily armored foes. However, the Imperials had one deciding factor that the Mandalorians did not have, and that was numbers. At some point the Mandalorians or Imperial Rear Guard would lose steam, however, the Mandalorian Super Commandos did not have the luxury of focusing all their efforts on the soldiers of the Empire alone. Their Mythosaurs had to contend with both the Imperial AT-FATs and Republic Artillery, while they split their forces to combat the troops of the Republic garrison as well as attempt to break the lines of the Stormtroopers holding the forest.

They were simply spread too thin.

From her seat of her command AT-FAT, Alva Calvarona watched this fact play out, wondering if it would decide the current tide of the battle. Already the reinforcements from orbit she had requested were making their approach, meaning Imperial TIEs would soon be joining the Republic K-Wings against the enemy forces contesting the airspace, and more Stormtroopers would rush to flood the mountains and the rear guard in the forest. Yet the crinan woman wasn't even certain the rear guard needed reinforcement as the Mandalorians lost their momentum with the passing of time. It seemed like they intended to make their move on the garrison instead for their major effort, maybe hoping other Sith forces would divide the Republic defense. Not that Alva cared, her job was to keep the Sith from crossing the mountains and fighting them in the forest north of the garrison around those mountain edges.

And as the turbolasers boomed once more she felt she was doing a damn good job of it too. The sight of explosions, AT-STs, Bes'ulisks, and grenades from both sides alike, creating a colorful display even as the snow continued to fall peaceful, uncaring of what transpired on the ground below as the white fell on battle drenched dirt.

Summary

• 3HX3 mines set off cause rockslides in the pass that collapse on the Sith droid columns, causing heavy casualties.
• An enemy AT-AW is destroyed as turbolaser fire and hundreds of laser cannon rounds bombard it.
• Imperial Forces move to keep ahead of the troops of [member="Kerstas"] [member="Darth Vyrassu"]. laying down fire from vantage points while the enemy spreads out (I think is what I understood from their last post)
• Combat with the mandalorians continues unchanged aside from the fact the mandalorians started fewer soldiers in the area, affecting momentum by now maybe.
• AT-FATs under Alva still firing on [member="Draco Vereen"] mythosaurs left standing.

 

[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] Render of Hearts ( [member="Greta Kohler"] )[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]At first he found himself dumbfounded. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]It could not be that the ancient rituals and higher mysteries had caught on in the material world [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]this[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] fast, could it? Khal knew that some Sith lords - usually the ones who were also part-time librarians with gargantuan libraries filled with dusty tomes, had particular insights about the soul and how to separate it from the body but-[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Until Khal realized that she was just messing with him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Well, that’s one way to celebrate our first date.” the Underlord replied in kind, before taking a look at her lightsaber, pretty little thing… but he wasn’t much if anything of a lightsaber duelist.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]His interests rested (surprise, surprise) more in the arcane.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Khaleel stretched himself out slightly, brushed his tie a [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]touch[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] and then shrugged again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“You sure you want to do that? You could still surrender, you know. I promise I will release you once I am gone.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Probably.[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] That face would sell a lot on the slave mar- no, there were limits. That was most certainly one of them.[/SIZE]

 

[Zaria]

Objective: A​

Location: Contruum​

Allies: None​

Enemy: [member="Nubica Felidae"]​

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Zaria would not allow herself to be duped into a debate with the Jedi. The moment she got distracted by the banter was the moment she lost her edge. Zaria's master had explained to her that on the field of battle there were many elements in play. None was greater than psychological warfare - where your enemy decided to use words to throw you off balance. Words were deadlier than any weapon ever created by companies - words attacked your emotions and if your emotions were offended then it caused you to react without properly thinking possibilities of actions through. For those that suffered great bouts of pride - they were the most vulnerable.​

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Zaria opened her mouth to rebuttal the words but instead of speaking - she yawned. Zaria watched the Jedi - foolishly- leap over her head. At that exact moment three options presented themselves to the smurf. Zaria could reach out through the Force and unleash a wave of energy to either disrupt the Jedi's leap or simply knock her back to her starting position - and listening to more words. If Zaria chosen any of the first two options the advantage would be hers from the start. Of course that would be bad sportsmanship - a Sith tactic and Zaria was no Sith.​

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Zaria opted for the third option of allowing the Jedi to complete her acrobatic move - only to hear rude expressed words from the Jedi. In hindsight, Zaria should have swatted the Jedi down. Zaria noticed two things while the Jedi continued to berate her. The first was she was on her knees - not feet. The second was the terrain itself. Zaria used a small amount of Force energy to toss up dirt and sand into both the eyes and mouth of the Jedi. Even if the Jedi was not blinded by the dirt - hopefully her mouth would turn from speaking to spitting out dirt. Following up on the immediate heels of the mini dust storm - she threw a not-so-powerful wave of energy intended to send the Jedi sprawling to her back. ​

 

[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

The lightsaber completely missed its intended target, striking the woman instead. In that moment, Veles knew all was lost – the armour would refuse to let the beam of pure energy in and eat away the Dark Jedi’s flesh. It was a good hit, the kind that would have ended the duel if not for the plates of beskar. Truly, the red blade did next to nothing before it vanished and the silver hilt landed right in the enemy’s grasp. Its twin rested somewhere nearby on the battlefield, where it had fallen during the telekinetic onslaught. Veles found himself wielding no weapon now, though she had not completely disarmed him yet. As with the main weapons, his curved lightsaber hilts, all backup arsenal on his person relied on close combat – which did not seem to be the way to go in this battle. Quite a shame. The Sith Lord would have loved to find out if the woman was also as tough up close and personal, no armour. The answer to that question remained a mystery for now, Veles had to come up with another plan quickly. Even his stubborn sense of honour finally admitted that retreat was a reasonable option.

His focus grew dangerously divided. As much as he wanted the weapons to defend himself against more shots and to make another attempt at the woman’s guns, he also needed to get closer. Much closer to be effective – and for that he needed to overpower the armoured opponent’s mastery of telekinesis. At the same time, he still risked getting shot at, and thus the Sith opted for the classy, yet destructive and paralyzing power of Force lightning. His broken arm, the metallic shards in his body, it all fuelled and fed the control over the Force.

Preparing to summon one of the characteristic powers of the Dark Side, the Sith Lord raised both of his hands, only to meet with his opponent’s telekinetic mastery once more. The strong and firm grip on his throat was not as surprising for the Mon Cal as the one that grabbed the lower part of his body. Like a ragdoll, the amphibious assassin rose up in the air, hand releasing the first stream of lightning when the ground closed on him once more and shattered his focus, just as his body would have been shattered if not for cybernetic augmentations. The thud was heavy and robbed him of much strength and will to fight – but the Sith Lord was a warrior. Men like him did not go down easily. Getting up on his feet, Veles angrily glared at his opponent, ready to fry her, boild her blood, only to be raised up into the air and slammed again. Slowly, he started to get up yet again, slowly – meeting the same strike as before. The third time this this scenario repeated, the Sith did not get up, lying in the dirt motionless. Everything went black and he succumbed to the merciful world of oblivion.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective: A[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Location: Killing fields[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Darth Veles"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Enemies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]And another one bites the dust.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]But the strength of the One Sith was the strength of [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]numbers[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]. Make one fall and another one stood up to carry on the glorious fight… in this case it was the appearance of the Voice of the Dark Lord and his eternal companion, the Vahla Nephthys.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Farther along Carach could see his brother Vornskr fighting Coci, he wasn’t quite sure how that was going along, but he had [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]faith[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]. Just as much faith he had in his sister and himself to keep the pressure of Zambrano, by engaging Siobhan himself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]A whisper fluttered across the medium of space, it would brush Kerrigan’s external mind before settling in.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Do you remember me?” echoes of a previous battle fought would come.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Pain, agony, arms ripped off and minds broken.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]It was the past come knocking.[/SIZE]