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

[Kira Talith]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: On Contruum
Allies: Talith Family Group and Jedi
Enemies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] -- CAUSE I AIN'T NO HOLLABACK GIRL!
Gear!: (cause i forgot to link it >.>) Regular blue and grey robes! One waterproof lightsaber! My necklace! No more flyaways Hair Pins!

Spoiler: HOLLABACK GIRL!

https://youtu.be/Kgjkth6BRRY

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"HAH!" score for the sudden disruption of the schutta's lightsaber. Awesome, all she had to do now was -- That was when the vibrosword came at her. As did the massive BURST of it blowing up to smithereens. Let me tell you something. Shrapnel ain't pretty.

In fact, shrapnel HURTS!

Kira wasn't an awesome duelist. She saw herself as a more of a ... weapon of opportunity and quick tackle type of girl. Honestly, it was her clumsy and klutzy nature that worried her husband [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] so much that he created a special necklace for her. It was this necklace that helped her remain calm and focused throughout any sith gauntlet, but it also served a main purpose. Well, one of many.

Shield Talisman aspect of her necklace reacts naturally to dangers around Kira, taking ques from her own force instincts on when to activate or fend off attacks. When Activated, the talisman essentially springs into life and forms a shield around Kira's entire body in the form of a large bubble.

So, here was Kira -- fifty years old, a mother of four, rolling around in the mud and caked in black and brown from head to toes. When that vibrosword's hilt came at her and exploded, really, she figured she was about to be pelted like a Liftday stuffed Nuna primed to be roasted!

Instead, as her hands went up as if they would offer a feeble amount of protection, lightsaber deactivated, that bubble of protection instinctively blared around her. It didn't stop all the shrapnel, a few rained down on her, caught her leg, arm, and sliced thin red lines across her body. But at least, the bubble managed to protect her from the bulk of that blast.

"GAh!" the small cry of surprise would turn into one of shock. Okay, more like she had ducked her head away and expected to get blasted. When that didn't happen, she would peek out from behind her hands and look out yonder.

Yep. Bald, mud covered Sith witch was there.

AND I'M ALIIIIIIIIIVE!

Okay, time to act! Her blue eyes narrowed, and with a sudden surge of the Force, the Jedi Master scooped up a sheet of mud and flung it at the woman. Maybe she could blind her. Maybe she would slip and slide. Whatever.

The floozy was gonna get a mouthful of humble mud pie for her troubles!

Did I mention that this was followed by the sudden rise and lurch of the Jedi herself? Aww yeah.

It was tackle time, baby. As the girl went straight to the Sith's knees in a flying, muddy tackle.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

Objective! A
Allies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"]
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"]
Gear: Normal Jedi Gear. A pretty awesome green cloak.

The first attack came without mercy.

It was mental. The strike coming at the Corellian Green Knight with a ferocity. He would brace himself, closing himself up as mental walls would bring forth a thought shield to attempt to bring a measure of security to his mind. While it did push back the bulk of the Sith's attack, it did not stop the sensation of ice like daggers striking his skull, coming at him again and again from all directions.

Agony would rip through the old man, and he would give a shudder. It took a moment to remember how to breathe, but the Green Knight would lock his jaw firmly. Grimacing, he would bore through the pain, using the Force to amplify his mental defenses. He had a fellow Jedi Master with him, but they would need to work together to ensure victory.

Where one would attack, the other should defend. Working without taking that into consideration could very well be the end of them both.

For now, Rhen was aware of just what sort of trick the Sith could do. He would fortify his mind, and upon his hand, the electrum lightsaber hilt would give a snaphiss of viridian light.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: The Killing Fields
Objective: A
Allies: Me, Myself, and I and the Republic
Enemies: The One Sith [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Azurea"]
Gear: Robes Lightsaber Second Lightsaber

Oh they worked quite well as a double team, Taeli could clearly see that. Time seemed to slow for a moment as the diagonal upper attack from the male came in perfect tandem with Lunelle girl's slash at her knees. She was actually somewhat impressed by their capacity to work together to try and bring down a foe, but unfortunately for them ... Taeli wasn't wielding just a normal lightsaber or was wearing normal robes.

A flick of her hand and the second half of the ring slid out and the second purple blade ignited just in time to catch the male's attack while she deflected the girl's attack away from her knees. Then the spinning began, her blades cycling quickly as she had finally upped the speed they could travel to compensate for any enemy. Bringing her blade around like a buzz saw towards both of them, intending to bat away their blades and start pushing them on the defense at the sight of the unfamiliar weapon, her eyes stared right at the male and she reached out with the Force ... but not at him.

She had thought long and hard about how do you deal with Vonduun crabs and the armor they created. They were quite durable against lightsabers because of the power glands they shared with the amphistaff, so you needed to deal with those. She had thought virus or nanodroids, but a simpler solution or at least test had presented itself to Taeli. One could not normally attack a Vong creature with the Force, they were a void after all, but what if one looked elsewhere for something that existed in every living being and was not part of their original galaxy.

Water, she had realized, might just be the key. So her target had shifted from looking for the creatures themselves to the water around and in them ... and she would flash freeze every drop she could find into ice. If it worked, she had hypothesized that rigor mortis would set rapidly and the armor would no longer be an advantage, it would be a very heavy, very stiff disadvantage for the wearer. If that didn't work, there was always another idea and another.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Objective: B Shipyards
Location: Hanger 23
[member="Kurt Meyer"]

Pushing herself off of him, Choli began to glance around. The sudden rush of chaos around them, the burst of demolitions and the cries of panic completely washed away her small amount of celebrity enthrall.

"Yeah. Burn lines in the sky and get the heck out of here," she muttered, turning to look at Kurt. "You got a ship that can fly out?" came her next question.

Before he could answer another volley of blaster fire would dart across the hanger bay.

"Duck!" she told him, jerking him down as she would push him to shelter behind a series of cargo bays. "You can talk and run right?!"

 

[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: The Appeal & The Mindsweep I by Enter Shikari

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In another world, another time, a different life, Braith wouldn't have held back the urge to lash out at the mounting offense that the Chiss was raising against her with the force and its electrical tendrils of hate, but she had made some form of a promise to the single person that mattered more to her than her own life. A Jedi, perhaps a bad choice in the face of total war, but still her most cherished attachment that she would never - could never - let go of. At the moment she would have cursed herself for the choice in armor, for the decision to even wield a weapon when her hands and the force proved superior in all other instances time and again, but there was no time for regret, no time for misgivings, even a moment of pause and a precise strike from the sewing blade of Makashi would rip her apart like scissors through paper. Stone cold was her resolve, even in the face of a true challenge by a warrior such as this.

It wasn't every day she fought someone as brutal and instinctive as he - the deactivation of the saber at the touch of the back of her gauntlet to his blade was proof that his innovative use of Makashi went beyond simple teaching, that broad strikes and shouldering repeated blows would not cut it in such a match where speed and mobility was increasingly proving to be against her, once again. His speed was certainly not anywhere near as deadly as that of the Sith Lord she had faced below Tython, though she was wearing much heavier armor now rather than robes and a hood, but it was still ample enough to prove the Chiss to be a threat that needed to be dealt with accordingly - only that she restrained herself from trying to outright kill the man until she'd need to do so.

As the man pulled back and avoided the glaring tip of her blade she let go of the hilt, uninterested in a weapon that could not keep up with what was in her sights, and moved her extending right hand - which had been moving so after passing through the air that the deactivated saber had previously been - towards her left, telekinetically spinning the blade back towards the Chiss warrior as her fingers curled into a metallic fist that shone bright against the reflected light of the Chom-Huum, while her left hand pulled back rotated with the rest of her arm, inwards, as the muscles in her left shoulder loosed and then stiffened. The blow that came for her helmet was met with the back of her right gauntlet, while she thrust her left arm up and rotated it outwards, from her hand to her shoulder, and made use of the force offensively for the first time during the fight.

While the Amphistaff lashed out and tore the likely-spinning blade out of the air and Maalik moved towards her left, the moisture-ridden air, which had previously been slowly altered specifically to generate a force storm that would have covered much of the battlefield, was instead immediately charged electrically and actual electricity, to a much lesser degree than force lightning or actual lightning, arced through the air as a discharge from the gauntlet on her left hand towards the Chiss warrior. But electricity was hardly her only tool in such a situation where she had discarded her previous weapon of choice, and with the clench of her fist the ground beneath the warrior would slacken to mud, limiting much mobility in footwork - something essential to Makashi when attempting to gain an offensive. While she was capable of keeping up physically, albeit not quite in the speed department with this infernal armor, she was still quite capable of using the force to alter the environment around her in order to both bide time and gain the upper hand.

There was no smirk this time, only patience and concentration.

 

[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:

Spoiler

• AT-FAT x5
• AT-AW x9
• AT-ST x21
• 74-Z Speeder Bike x22
• Arc-1 Drones x18
• Stormtroopers x6,888

NPC Equipment for Infantry:

Spoiler

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]

In truth, Alva wanted to know how Sith forces in the middle of a pass managed to magically phase through the mountain side to rush past the rest of her forces, including an AT-FAT the enemy had seemed to ignore for a long period of time even to this moment since it was still standing in the same position it had before. More incredible was the fact that these same Sith forces apparently could just turn invisible on a whim or move at the speed of sound, considering if they did make it out of the pass they would then they would have run right into the Imperial forces set at the edge of the forest who were basically positioned from the beginning of the engagement to be the next opposition for the enemy. Because in all realism, the AT-FAT sitting in the middle of the path of the mountain passage would have essentially been a physical obstruction for the Sith AT-AWs to advance, meaning they were stuck in the center of the pass until they were destroyed, and the mines set off were within the same vicinity as well, which the sith droids seemed to have quite miraculously managed to navigate with little delay. Meaning that in actuality the Sith slicers and droids would have had to walk the rest of the way through the pass under fire before even reaching the forest edge where their Mandalorian Allies were engaged with Stormtroopers waiting for them to arrive from the mountain roads. Which of course would also take them right past Alva herself and the walker she was sitting in. Which she would definitely address.

Which essentially boiled down to the fact that the Sith Forces now reaching the garrison definitely had to do so under fire until they cleared the pass, and Alva was not going to ignore them, even if she had to deal with the remaining Mandalorians either. "Send several squads to close in behind their survivors. There shouldn't be that many of them left since they've refused to do anything but walk a straight line under heavy fire. It amazes me the Sith even have a commander that incompetent, but then I guess stubbornness is a quality all its own. As is ignorance. Send three AT-STs to support them, keep the rest mopping up the rest of the Mandalorians in the woods, it seems their momentum has died out since pushing for the garrison." Which was true sadly the crinan woman thought as the boom of her AT-FATs turbolaser cannons and the sound of the furious rotary cannons firing at the enemy Mythosaurs made her sigh.

The Mandalorians were the only ones who had used any semblance of tactics and strategy, well at least on her end of the battlefield. By attacking the rearguard to attempt to get into the pass and engage her forces on two fronts to get the Sith through faster they actually had an idea of changing the tide of battle. However, they had seemed to alter their plans midway through and diverted a number of their forces to attempting to make their way into the Republic Garrison. While true that that was the Objective, Alva didn't think the force they sent there was going to overwhelm the Republic defenses in place, and would have been better spent pushing more on her rear guard. After all, it all came down to the momentum of the fight there really, and while the Mandalorians had better armor and weaponry, they were outnumbered by troops that were no slouch either. Their efforts were waning, and it seemed like they knew it too as the fighting seemed to be calming down despite the casualties on both sides.

Things in the mountains also seemed to be at a stalemate, as the Sith forces did not attempt any different maneuvers or real effort to try and overwhelm the Imperial forces stationed in the rocky passages through them. The only changing aspect of the battlefield appeared to be someone trying to use Sith magics for necromantic purposes, but it hardly seemed effective under the circumstances. Not that was to say they were unable to perform their abilities. It was simply. . . .how to put it, considering the state of casualties in this battle it wasn't as if any corpses were in any decent condition for the Sith to use anyway. After all, with their vape charges getting most of their kills in the mountains, and the Mandalorians vehicles ripping bodies apart, it wasn't as if the few that were raised ended up as a menace to be feared. The Imperial Commander had heard far worse rumors of what had been put to better effect in the Battles of Manaan and Zeltros.

So taking everything into account, Alva could only shake her head as she tried to understand what was possessing the One Sith to conduct a battle in such poor manner. It wasn't even the fact their basic premise for a battle plan was wrong or the things they tried were wrong. . . . it was just that the way they were going about everything slowed them down the most, cost them the most casualties, or did not provide the most optimal results. If they wanted through the pass it would have been smarter to use armored APCs or for their forces to have acknowledged and attempted bringing down the AT-FAT halting their advance. Instead they had just tried walking right through as if they thought themselves invulnerable. Then they had a force user capable of a rather interesting ability, but rather than equip their forces to get the most out of it, they counter themselves by using weaponry meant to cause massive damage to enemy bodies so that they were getting very little use out of what was effectively an impressive asset.

"For the rest of the mandalorians, have the AT-STs start hunting their remaining Bes'ulisks. Then turn the rest of their attention on any surviving commandos. Keep up our AT-FATs fire on the Mythosaurs, and make sure those units we sent after the Sith catch them in a pincer maneuver with the Republic." Watching out the cockpit, Alva stared at the Mandalorian death machines she actually dreaded to a degree, wondering why they hadn't brought ample anti-air support. . . .or why they had thrown all their Bes'ulisks into the forest instead of maintaining half of them on standby to engage enemy fighters to counter bombing and strafing runs. After all, were they counting on being too close to anything? The Mythosaurs were huge targets. . . .it would be hard for a pilot to mess up a shot on them. After all, it wasn't like it would take indiscriminate bombing to hit them, in fact the Imperial woman wondered where people got it in their heads that bombing runs caused mass destruction.

Like. . . . a starfighter could hit a two meter target rather well with a clear shot and adequate firing solutions. It had happened to a pair of Death Stars so so long ago in history.

Putting that aside though, Alva watched as reports came in of Imperial Stormtroopers holding the line quite admirably in the mountains against whatever Sith Droids were still uncreatively trying to get through, while others in the forest still fought the good fight against the remaining Mandalorian Commandos forsaken by their comrades who had rushed off for glory elsewhere, leaving them to their doom, while AT-STs moved in pairs to hunt the surviving Bes'ulisk units, and a few AT-STs broke away with accompanying infantry squads to chase after what Sith were left alive breaking for the garrison, looking to work alongside the Republic Defenders to wipe them out. All while the blare of Turbolaser Salvos were fired off toward the few enemy Mythosaurs left standing.

Summary

• Imperial forces fire on Cryax Bane's troops all the way through the pass
• Imperial forces are sent to pursue Cryax Bane's slicers and surviving droids and pin them between them and the Republic.
• Imperial Rearguard works to mop up the survivors of Draco Vereen's Mandalorians, AT-STs hunting the Bes'ulisks in pairs
• AT-FATs still firing on remaining enemy Mythosaurs
• Forces in the mountains still keeping ahead and slowing up the Sith still in the mountains

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Killing Fields
Objective: A
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]

Well Telekinesis was one of the most common abilities a Jedi had. Every Youngling learned it and only a very few exceptions existed that could not use it. So naturally a Jedi Killing droid had some fail safes built in against the use of telekinesis. An expert of the use could probably overcome these fail safes, but all the droid needed was a few moments. This was almost over for the poor Jedi.

The Jedi telegraphed his attack and it allowed the droid a moment of preparation. Repulsors and electromagnets activated and its digitigrade claws dug deep into the rock, holding it in place. When the Jedi attempted to lift the droid, it jerked upward, but did not leave the earth.

Arms reached for the ground, assisting its mechanical legs in holding it to the earth. The droid had expected a push, but this was a bit different and was more strenuous on its servos. Claws dug into the rocky ground pressing lightsabers to the ground. Three of its four arms did this. The fourth arm aimed at the jedi and let loose its rocket. If nothing else it would distract the Jedi allowing the Droid to advance.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective A
Killing fields
Allies GR
Enemies OS, [member="Agamemnon"]

As Mantic forced the power that would rip apart metal doors upon the droid it managed to produce secretly hidden repulsorlifts to counter, but since that was not enough three arms burried itself into the soil, most likely causing great damage to its limbs.
The droids many gadgets seemed to be almost endless. Still, Mantic hoped he had the upper hand with the damaged and currently at least partly subdued machine in front of him.

The fourth robotic arm fired a rocket toward Mantic who indeed was forced to avoid it and just as [member="Agamemnon"] had calculated forced the jedi to ease his force pull. But just as the rocket flew past Mantic he now unleashed a second wave of ianization toward the droid that this time around had dug itself into the ground, he suspected its chances of again escaping the purpe lightning would surely be unsufficient reduced in that poor position.

While it would not kill [member="Agamemnon"] instantly it just might stun the droid long enough for Mantic to proceed with pulling back his saber as well as hopefully destroying the smaller bug droids that were swarming over the droids damaged parts.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Objective: A.
Location: Contruum, Killing Fields.
Allies: OS love <3
Enemies: [member="Kira Talith"]
Gear: Standard lightsabre, armour, Nagajj, Tsaisibola.

Darth Ophidia quite enjoyed shrapnel. As the hilt blew up, the Sith covered herself with her beskar-clad arms. Most of the shrapnel that reached her sizzled in the mid or bounced off her breastplate and vambraces. Some tore through her clothes and left superficial wounds on her legs and upper arms, but nothing she could not shake off. She had the benefit of distance from her own attack. As the smoke and fire cleared, Ophidia peered to look for the charred corpse and was disappointed to see her still drawing breath, and a cake a mud coming her way.

Raising her arm, the Rattataki prevented the mudcake from cluttering up her visor’s visual ports, but she blinded herself for a moment, as she could not see through her own arm. The mudcake splattered her body, and she did not care. Mud covered her from top to toe after the rolling back anyway. However, the coming tackle did not go wholly unnoticed. Ophidia sensed her intent at the last second, and grinned viciously inside her helmet. She hit the ground, toppled over by the blonde woman’s charge. Her armour absorbed most of the shock and her abdominal muscles withstood the rest.

If the Jedi wanted to wrestle, then Ophidia would comply. She had spent years of her childhood fighting up close and personal in the arenas of Rattatak. Wrestling was not new to her. She parted her legs to prevent the diminutive woman from gaining a mounting position and tried to lock them behind the Jedi’s back. Meanwhile, Ophidia’s hands attempted to snake in and grip the Jedi’s collar so to anchor themselves for a choke, or at least occupy Kira’s attention.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Location: Killing Fields
Allies: [member="Nerius"]
Enemies: [member="Ella Nova"]

He struggled to stay on his feet. Mullarus felt light-headed, as if he had just been struck on the side of the head. He blinked multiplie time, the darkness of the battlefield around him starting to cloud his vision. The rain fell on him like thousands of sharp needles piercing his skin.

Why I...I...can't...I...h-....

Mullarus felt as if he was going to pass out. Where had everyone gone? Was he drugged somehow? His vision started to fade...

On the battlefield, Nerius and Ella might notice Mullarus trying to stay standing, but struggling to keep his balance. He would appear to be intoxicated as he wandered the area they dueled in. Why would a simple Force Stun have such an effect?

 

[Zaria]

Objective: A​

Location: Contruum (Killing Fields)​

Allies: None​

Enemies: [member="Nubica Felidae"]​

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The burnt smell of flesh consumed Zaria's nose - the tip of her blade slashing across the thigh of the Jedi. If the Jedi had been a fraction slower she would have felt the full length of Zaria's blade rather than just the tip. Now it was Zaria's turn to be slow and it was a painful turn of events at that. Zaria's brief glance at the lightsaber gave her opponent the opening she needed. Before the smurf could react she felt the hardened punch from the Jedi crash into into her left cheek followed by another blow that barely glanced her jaw.​

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Zaria took several defensive steps back from the Jedi - who wanted to turn this duel int a boxing match - avoiding a sequence of blows. Zaria glanced at the Jedi who was stalking her like the galaxy's heavyweight champion looking to add another KO to her belt and retain her title. Zaria powered down her weapon and dropped it on the ground. If the Jedi wanted to fight in this style then Zaria would agree to it.​

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Zaria - being a practitioner of Ataru - had knowledge of Teras Kasi that her Master trained her religiously in. Over time Zaria had developed her own style combining the two arts into one. Zaria's own style was not perfect and it still needed some creases ironed out. Zaria began to move her body into a rhythm keeping her feet gracefully moving and her hands out in front of her. Zaria brushed her nose with a tip of her hand and fell into the role of challenger.​

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Zaria ducked a couple of blows - anticipating them as they flew toward her - and returned an onslaught of blows of her own. Zaria's blows were directed at the head while some were directed at the body. Zaria conducted her strikes so that there was no clear pattern to them. Sometimes she would attack the head then the body - some times it was body to head. Still some times it was to consecutive head strikes or body strikes. ​

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Objective: A
Location: The Killing Fields
Allies: The Force
Enemies: [member="Vengeance"]

He may have believed this was inverse Dun Möch. Or even some plan to belittle him. In truth it was part her natural way – to offer advice even when it wasn’t called for and the other reason she was about to share.

“If you’re the man to protect my sister, I’d expect less sloppy blade-work,” she said. Given the lack of any emotion in her voice, it was hard to tell if this was a good-natured response, but there was the trace of a smile on her lips.

“Basic Youngling training,” she continued. “The outer ring. Four guard positions.” She held her saber as if to block powerful sweeping blows. It was held diagonally; upper right; upper left; lower right and lower left.

“The middle ring.” Now she held her saber closer to her body. She cycled through four new positions: high, low, left and right. “For quicker blows and deflecting blaster bolts.”

“And finally the inner ring of defense. Used for parries as opposed to blocks and is primarily used against lunging attacks. Like the one you opened with.“ Her lightsaber was kept in close to the body, with the hilt covering her navel. “With the tip of the blade angled like this, attacks can be picked up on its lower third, then to be shunted aside, and a riposte against an enemy's stomach or chest presents itself.” She demonstrated in slow motion then at full speed.

“Dangerous to defend from but the potential for a lethal response is greatly increased – especially against a weaker foe.”

“Or...one…that…has…yet…to…see…how…good…you…are.” She punctuated each word with a repeat of the move.

“So…” she lowered her saber to her side once more. “Continue…”

 

[Darth Ayra]

Location: Killing Fields
Objective: PVP
Allies: Ziltch
Enemies: Nerius, Mullarus

| [member="Nerius"] | [member="Mullarus"] |

Ella did not step back with each swing Nerius threw. That wasn't to say she didn't move. Standing still only meant that she was an easier target for the pink monster to cleave into two. But she would hold her own against the Sith Acolyte. It was an important time in their duel. She would either go all in or go bust.

She parried the first swipe at her neck, whilst moving her head to the other way to put plenty of room between herself and the attack. As she parried, she then took a step forward into the path of Nerius. As he went to slash into her exposed knee, he once more met the blue light that was her lightsaber. It was a simple block, not a parry. She did not carry enough momentum to redirect his blade at that juncture.

Off the block, she watched Nerius lift the blade up in a diagonal swing to her abdomen. He carried strength in the slash. Impossible to parry or block. Dodging only meant creating separation, buying her enemy time to regroup. She had to take a risk.

Through the Force, Ella heightened her reflexes. Her muscles were supplied with new found strength. Her motions quickened by the Force Speed. As Nerius lifted his lightsaber up to slash, Ella moved forward into the Sith Acolyte. She was followed by the Acolyte's attack. But the objective was to move to the back of Nerius, by lifting her lightsaber up into the path of his second arm.

Cho Sun was her technique. The mark of contact which aimed to sever the opponent from their weapon arm. Ella's inner ring defense had held up against the onslaught and this was her first attack since the beginning of the duel.

She had gone all in. She didn't know why Mullarus hadn't rejoined the fight yet. Nerius had fought off her Force Stun before. Perhaps it was the will of the Force, that Nerius' ally had been incapacitated for this long. It had allowed her a clean attack on his arm.

 

[Zulia Kwaad]

Objective: C
NPC Template:
Locations: Forces arriving west of the Garrison
Controller: Zulia Kwaad
Forces: 10,000 Legion Yun’do Vong troops, 20 Rakamat, 10 Warkeeprs 20 Firebreathers, 200 Mern Kane, 2 Nuhlrokka 300 Qorih'kralt 10 York-vec assault cruisers
Yuuzahn Vong Equipment and Munitions: Singularity Mines, Plasma Eel, Grutch Nul, Chitin Carbines, Blorash Jelly, Amphistaff, Thud Bugs and Variants, Huun, Firejelly, Blazebug (maps), Lumpen (ident), Tohklor Tallow, Grutchinya, Hermetically sealed Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, Vonduun Skerr Kraetos, Magma Pebble, Cloak of Nuun
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Kerstas"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Sinistra"] [member="Khallesh"] [member="Adekos"]
Opponents: [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Ciara Jevnaker"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Commander Lusk"] [member="Jordun Darko."] [member="SC-4486"] [member="Taneas Haring"] [member="Lash"] [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]

With an unearthly groan, a rain of Yuuzhan Vong Ro'ik chuun m'arh frigates and fleshy Yorik-trema rained down on the planet of Contruum from a fleet of Miid ro'ik hovering over high above the ill-fated world. As the scores of dropships landed a good distance away from the heavily-contested Galactic Republic garrison, the hollow molleung worms spit out thousands of Yuuzhan Vong warriors under the command of Zulia Kwaad, Master Shape of the Legion Yun’Do on Selvaris. Kwaad had been summoned by the Hand of the Dark Lord, Sage Bane, himself a Commander of Vong forces on Ord Mirit, to aid the invaders of Contruum, the One Sith. By decree of the Dark Lord, their combined forces would take the mountainous Mid Rim Republic world and all of its spoils. Along with some ten-thousand troops, now roaring over the rocky landscape, the many Ro'ik chuun m'arh belched out a menagerie of war beasts and gunships. Soon the Republic would face such creatures as the bat-like Qorih’kralt, Rakamat siege lizards with their defensives dovin basals, and Yorik-vec assault cruisers with their Yaret-kors and Quad volcanic cannons.

A banshee-like shriek soon pierced the frosty air.

“FROM DEATH, WE BRING RENEWAL!”

Zulia Kwaad's Elite Slayer, Shurra Shai, hunchbacked and clad in the traditional crab armor of the Slayer caste stood on the field, eyes glowing a kaleidoscope of colors, courtesy of an optical biot that changed the hue of her eyes according to her emotions. The merciless Vong commander relentlessly harangued her forces in the guttural tongue of the Yuuzhan Vong as she pressed them forward.

“FROM DEATH, WE BRING HONOR!”

Commander Shai howled at her troops, ten thousand Yuuzhan Vong warriors of the Legion Yun’Do, fully equipped with their living weapons of war, amphistaffs, plasma eels, Chitin Carbines. With a long barbed whip, Shurra herded her troops along like animals, threatening them, kicking them, and spitting on the ones who were too slow for her expectations. These forces, soldiers, siege lizards, and beasts alike, would not bring shame on the Legion Yun’Do today, nor be a slight to the armies of the One Sith. The scrabbled over the mountain like animals, their own bloodlust pulsing a war drum through their own nervous systems.

“FROM DEATH, WE BRING AWAKENING!”

The unholy horde finally arrived, some distance to the west side of the garrison. Ahead of the Vong Commander and her forces, thick black smoke rose, as One Sith and allied forces had already assaulted the base. Soon the addition of Shurra’s forces would ensure that death would reign supreme over the hellscape.

Anything less would be dishonorable.

Summary of Actions:

Spoiler

• 
  Arrived west of the garrison
  
• 
  Army of troops and creatures begin to press forward
  
• 
  Rakamats and War beasts setting up for shelling
  

Zulia’s Gear:

Spoiler

Vonduun Skerr Kyrric
Amphistaff
Chitin Carbine
Lightsaber
3 Pouches of Blorash Jelly
2 Plasma Eels

 

[Nerius]

Location: Killing Field
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Mullarus"]
Enemies: [member="Ella Nova"]

When she began to move forward, Nerius became wary. At the last step, Nerius saw a potentially devastating defeat - at the strength of intellect found by the Robes, he could see a possible attack. Leaping backward at the very last second, he slid to a halt on his good leg, sweating a bit thanks to the knowledge that he nearly just lost an arm.

Pausing, he glared over at Mullarus and screamed, "Wake up! The best defense to her ability is will! Make yourself see!" From the first word, he had already launched back into battle. With all the strength he could muster, Nerius sought to bring a double grip blow towards her side.

Then, while this began, he reached out to the Force, and yanked as hard as he could on his other lightsaber which had been discarded for a few moments. As it whipped through the air towards Ella's back, he activated the blade at the very last second, hoping the vertical blade would go through her pelvis to the crown of her head.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Location: Not drunk
Allies: [member="Nerius"]
Enemies: [member="Ella Nova"]

Perhaps it was the fact that Mullarus was practically half-alive that the Force Stun had such a powerful influence over him. His body, scarred and broken by his persistent and barbaric grandfather, relied upon multiple cybernetic implants planted beneath his skin just to remain stable. They were a reason why he was always so sensitive to electricity. He could perform Force Lightning, as long as it didn't enter his body anywhere but his fingertips.

But that didn't explain the Stun. A simple trick that influences the mind, like Mind Trick. Mullarus had no implants in his brain, and yet, it affected it so. Has Mullarus' strong will begun to erode away?

"WAKE UP!"

Nerius' words smacked Mullarus like a freight train. Such a strange occurance this was. Suddenly, he could see. His vision had returned and he found himself still in one piece. Either the Jedi had a sense of respect for her opponents and refused to strike an incapacitated foe, or Nerius was really holding her off well. He was a formidable foe on Ilum, and now here he was saving Mullarus' life.

Let's return the favor!

He tucked his lightsaber into his belt and looked to his right, while the Jedi and Nerius were busy dueling. There lay a large skeleton of some kind of old, half-decayed monster. Likely a Reek. Whatever it was, it's bones were big enough to crush a mortal being. Especially a Jedi.

Mullarus focused. He raised both hands to it and channeled his passion. The embarassment of his prolonged stun. The humiliation of having to be a burden to his small, pink ally. The anger toward the Jedi for causing this to happen. He channeled it all into his Force Telekinesis.

The giant skeleton lifted slowly. Mullarus had never lifted anything so big before. He would thank the jedi for pissing him off enough to do it, but it might break his focus. He would try to get Nerius attention, but it would probably be enough from the cracking and the movement of the dirt under the skeleton to get his attention.

"N-NERIUS!" Mullarus managed to cry out as he hurled the skeleton in their direction. He intended to hurl it at the Jedi, hoping Nerius would be quick enough to jump out of the way.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]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]Allies #2:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] Miss Sulk ( [member="Greta Kohler"] )[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Mmhmmh. Yes, those are [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]exquisite[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px], though their ribs ain’t nothing to joke about either.” now they were actually getting somewhere. Khal hadn’t been exactly [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]enthusiastic[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] about fighting off the Sith for the Republic - he didn’t particularly hate the Pubs, of course not… but it wasn’t like he had been [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]paid[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] to curb the Sith forces here.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Hell, he probably shouldn’t have been here in the first place, but whatcha gonna do when your ship decides to break on ya mid-flight? Was a wonder the damn thing didn’t explode with him on it, now that would have been awkward to say the very least.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Khal winked at the girl, before tapping on his ear with a finger - which opened a line to the comm frequency his men utilized.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Alright, guys. Change of plans… and allegiance, I suppose.” the Underlord listened for a while.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“...cards? You are telling me some Republic forces were there before you even arrived?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]He started grinning as he pictured the scene in front of him. His vets arriving to [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]hold[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] the line, just to see valiant greenhorns of the Republic doing it already, instead of helping out - like any good samaritans - they decided it was a good opportunity to go play some cards, wait which side would win and then act accordingly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Some would have been angry about it, but fact was… he didn’t pay his people to die for a nation he was just passing through.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]His attention returned to Greta.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Well, seems my guys haven’t spilled Sith blood yet, so that’s a plus.” he scratched his chin in thought, before shrugging for the third time in the entire meeting.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“So, that date and… I suppose you will owe me a couple of favors, let’s call it at that for now and I will help you with your station problem, yeah?” [/SIZE]

 

[Disciple]

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

The muscle to throw him off? Surely. The Force to throw him off? More than likely. But Astaire was a master of being where he wasn't supposed to be. The blade came down - stabby stab - and the man's elbow connected with his forearm, slicing the blade along his armorweave rather than down through into his fleshbag of a body. But with his hand stuffed beneath the collar of the back of the man's armor, Astaire wasn't going anywhere. As though trying to break in a new mount, the Force threw him up, only to have him sliding across the ground next to him, hand lacerating itself on the armor he'd somehow managed to snag his hand in.

That was the fun part, though. The pain. The bleeding.

"YIPPEEEEEEEE."

His vibrodagger was still in his hand, though.

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Galactic Republic​

Supreme Commander Ali Hadrix​

Republic Garrison of Contruum​

0100 Hours (Local Time)​

[member=Cryax Bane]

As snow began to swirl in the air and the wind began to pick up, massed Republic forces on the Northern and Eastern slopes of the Garrison Hill watched Cryax Bane's army approach under a constant barrage of artillery and ion cannon fire that blew craters in both the ground and his formations. Droids dropped like pine needles from a tree, shaking and shimmering with the affects of ion damage. Most of the man's inferior AT-AW walkers had been destroyed, though one at least remained. Command placed a fire order on the vehicle that amounted to 20 ion cannon shots and 20 artillery shells. It was ordered in quick and within moments, the walker vanished from sight under a veritable waterfall of smoke and flame.
The walker's escort of hundreds of battle droids was repelled from the mountain's bottom slopes by Republic forces. The Republic had secured every strategic and military advantage that mattered, and as such Bane's forces were breaking against the Republic defense like waves against a cliffside. E-WEB's fired down from the upper slopes and into the enemy from behind barricades, protecting Republic troops as they returned their enemy to the valley floor.
The baradium detonators the droids were attempting to throw up to the higher slopes often fell short, detonating and showering Bane's own troops with rocks and debris. Republic soldiers dropped their own explosives down on top of the inferior force, detonating detpacks in mid-air or merely tossing out ion grenades. The Republic's MAT-TE's remained at their firing positions for the most part, targeting droids down below with their heavy repeating cannons, which they fired off well over the heads of their allied troops.
Artillery from the North and East face of the mountain shared the load in burying Bane's droids with the carcasses of their mechanical comrades, 80 cannons firing in successive patterns that varied from barrage to barrage in order, but gave the enemy not a single moment of reprieve between attacks.

The combined effort of the Republic's variable fighting force staved off any incursion by Bane's army of droids. Their doors remained secured (save for the East hangar bay door, which was opening at the moment), and their Garrison un-breached save by but a few, who were promptly thrown out or destroyed by waiting Republic soldiers.
The slicers that did make their way to electronic terminals would be disappointed to find that those access points had already been shut down by Republic Command. The auto-turrets would have to be destroyed on site, one at a time, as would shielding systems, blast doors, and any other sort of countermeasure to invasion they encountered. The shielding systems protecting the weapon emplacements were similarly not controlled or provided by a central hub, but instead the generators were installed with the weapons themselves and linked directly to them. What the slicers would find, however, were Republic fire teams waiting for them in the cramped halls of the Garrison's lowest levels. The hackers and their escorts were forced back out by a swell of Republic troops heading out to reinforce their brethren fighting on the slopes.

The Tartoros-class walkers Bane had stationed to the West were the most unfortunate sons of guns the Republic had ever known. They stumbled across the Republic's retreating pair of Mythosaur walkers, which were attempting to curve North around the small peak there and lead Draco Vereen's forces into an artillery ambush. One of the walkers lifted a massive foot and attempted to drop it onto one of the small Tartoros-class walkers. The Mythosaurs continued their trek North and fired down upon Bane's Tartoros with their missile launchers and even a couple shots from the 420 mm main cannons they boasted.
The walkers' weapon crews scattered the 450 droid force with heavy laser cannon and rocket fire; RPG's were used against the Tartoros in case they survived the onslaught from the Mythosaurs themselves. The Mythosaur's 4 MAT-TE walker escorts targeted the Tartoros and their dismounts as well, launching rockets and mass driven EMP rounds designed to wipe out droids and enemy shields. Their heavy forward and rear repeating cannons disgorged only swaths of death, even as enemy munitions ricocheted harmlessly off of their armor or were absorbed by their directional shields.

Spoiler: Summary of Action

Cryax Bane

1) Your forces are pinned between the foot of the mountain where Republic troops, tanks and emplacements are, and Alva Calvarona's troops, tanks and AT-FAT walkers are.
2) Slicers were either locked out of access ports or chased away by Republic troops, along with their escorts.
3) Your final AT-AW was targeted by a massed artillery barrage of 20 ion cannons and 20 parabolic artillery guns.
4) Your army has been repelled from the Garrison at the foot of the mountain. You are being fired down upon by massed forces on the high ground.
5) 80 artillery cannons are firing continuous sustained barrages on your remaining droid army.
6) Your Tartoros-class walkers have been identified and attacked by two Republic Mythosaur walkers, which have fired directly upon it. One Mythosaur is attempting to step on one of your Tartoros walkers.
7) 4 MAT-TE walkers have also engaged the Tartoros and your 450 droids with EMP rockets and mass driven rounds.

Spoiler: Summary of Action

[member=Draco Vereen]

The Republic Mythosaurs continued to backpedal away from Draco Vereen's incoming walkers and the Sith's own fresh forces at Grid 14. They maneuvered around the slope of the mountain, turning Northward. Their four MAT-TE escorts After a brief engagement with a meager force sent by Cryax Bane (2 Tartoros walkers and 450 droids), the massive walkers continued North, and as Draco Vereen's walkers followed, the Garrison's North-West face of artillery and ion cannons unleashed their payloads along predetermined firing points. Roughly 80 parabolic artillery cannons lent their strength to the lead remaining Mythosaur, whilst the 25 ion cannons available there focused their might on the Mythosaur that remained with more fresh shields.

Back at the Garrison, the fighting was intensifying. The Mandalorians had scattered drop pods across the face of the mountain. The tactic was effective at surprising an enemy, though Ali had been expecting Vereen to reuse the tactic. As Mandalorians streamed out of the pods, Republic troops along all nearby fighting positions oriented rockets and missiles in the direction of the pods, destroying their resources and eliminating the enemies they provided while they were still attempting to make way to their objectives. The mole miners were slow to deploy due to their nature, leaving them most vulnerable for a time.
Draco's Mandalorians and Titans had secured several flattened fighting ledges outside access points to the Garrison, following their minors as they bored into the mountain. The drilling went far slower for the miners due to the lack of knowing where they were drilling. Many drills continued onward into nothing but dense rock before having to adjust their path of travel or back out entirely. Others struck open caverns deep under ground, falling into the earth below.

Those that did survive long enough to strike a hallway or a corridor were met with the fury of Republic soldiers. The innards of the Garrison were narrow and Vereen's men would struggle to establish themselves there. Republic troops stood by to engage any incoming Mandalorian forces with not simply resistance, but defeat.
The Mando'ade became prey as the fighting grew close, and the Republic halls became a slaughter house. Vibroblades found the soft spaces between beskar plates, and Mandalorian blood soaked the metal floors of the Republic Garrison. They found their throats slit and those Mando'ade that didn't show up in red armor had it painted in their own blood. The splinter faction of Mando warriors may have found a way into the outermost arms of the Garrison's halls, but the only blood they found was their own. They were expected, and the Republic knew how to fight them. Mando'ade tactics and culture were common knowledge in these times; not so nearly the special soldiers they thought themselves to be. Titans found themselves being overwhelmed as tons of rock were collapsed on them, sealing their fresh holes with earth or bodies. Mines and EMP/ion weaponry stalled many of them, and stripped Mandalorian soldiers of the special capabilities of their beskar'gam (those that weren't especially protected against it), leaving them blind and defenseless in the dark. Once areas were secured, Republic forces were reallocated where necessary.

Ali had interacted with the Titans only briefly on the outside, but knew them to be almost too large to maneuver properly within the Garrison's tight halls. The hallways were littered with laser-tripped mines and detpacks were arrayed along the ceilings, where soldiers typically do not think to look. Of course, the red marking lights found commonly on military-grade explosives had been painted over upon purchase so as to avoid being seen. Further down the halls E-WEB cannons were set up aside portable rocket launchers, with small shielding units at the ready for deployment upon contact. Soldiers were hiding in alcoves, the lights had all been shut off and flash rounds prepared to plunge the enemy into blindness and scatter their visual tech. The Republic knew these halls, and they would punish their enemies from attempting to take them.
Outside the Garrison, Ali Hadrix led a multi-tiered counter offensive against the Mandalorian forces attempting to secure entrance to the mountain. Their Titans were targeted by anti-aircraft weapons, which merely turned their guns on level and laid waste across lines of Mandalorian troops. Ali's own assault began with the detonation of several detpacks at the edge of many upper ledges, which rained down masses of debris and rock onto the occupied levels below. Ali and her soldiers mounted their multi-faceted assaults from above, descending into the Mandalorian ranks and targeting the soldiers attempting to break into the Garrison halls. Rocket launchers from the ledges above fired down upon the hulking armor suits to distract them from the Republic troops attacking their Mando'ade soldiers.
From the East hangar bay, a squadron of 12 T-70 X-wing Starfighters were launched from the newly opened bay door to engage the Avenger starfighters swarming Valdwin's K-Wing squadron.
However, as smooth as things were going, many of Ali's soldiers died as the Force Horrors took them and they were torn from their ability to fight. Republic troops halted in mid-fight to grasp at their skulls and scream, until they were silent by the rifles and beskaade of their Mandalorian adversaries. Yet even such deaths were better than the torture they'd endured at the hands of whomever was invading their minds.
Inside the Garrison the effect was much more subdued. The power had to be dispersed amongst a greater population, and resulted in fewer cases of insanity and madness, but left many soldiers feeling hopeless, unmotivated and sluggish, which would affect the group morale, voracity on the battlefield, and capabilities in combat.
Despite the overwhelming success of the Republic defense, many were cut down, primarily by the Mando's Titans, in hallways where the defenders were suffering from the affects of the Force Horror unleashed upon them. Those Mando'ade that managed to breach initial resistance found themselves beset on all sides and around every corner by the masses of Republic soldiers hunting them like wamp rats.

Spoiler: Summary of Action

Draco

1) Two Republic Mythosaurs have maneuvered North-East into Grid 15.
2) 80 parabolic artillery cannons and 25 ion cannons attack your lead Mythosaur.
3) Mining breaches are ambushed by Republic forces, whom repel attempts to overtake sections of the interior.
4) Several attacks are launched on your forces' positions on the slopes from above. RPG's focus on Titans while jump troopers attack your footsoldiers, specifically those trying to break in.
5) Force Horror grips many throughout the Garrison, leading to a diffused sense of inevitable death amongst many soldiers. Those particularly affected are reduced in combat effectiveness and will be slower-moving/thinking, if they are able to take action at all.
6) 12 T-70 X-wings launch to assist with Avenger-class Starfighters.

​

[member=Adekos]

The biker scouts continued on their path, picked up by Republic snipers along the way who continued trying to shoot them down. Most of the shots were long distance, the joint effort hindered by gravity and wind strength, as not all of the snipers used beam weapons.
One, however, was equipped with a Verpine Sniper Rifle, a powerful and precise, long-range firearm. The man behind the weapon gripped it lightly, comfortably, familiarly, as the new lead scout bike fell into his sites. The calibration on the weapon was fresh, and his body was ready.
He squeezed the trigger and loosed a round, aiming for the center mass of his lead target. It seemed like a lot of effort to take out scouts, but such units were crucial to success on the battlefield, and the Republic couldn't afford for the One Sith to enjoy any more of their coveted success.

Spoiler: Summary of Action

Adekos

1) A Verpine Sniper Rifle has been employed on your new lead speeder bike.
2) Your position is being continuously relayed across Republic battlenet. (As long as there's someone to see them, of course.)

Spoiler: Summary of Action

[member=Sinistra]

Captain Alek Valdwin remained in the air, along with 6 of his fellow K-Wing pilots. Their adjustable cannons were cable of firing sternward, which helped fend off the attacking Avengers. The starfighters were not shaken from pursuit, though they could hardly manage to maintain a targeting lock long enough due to the risk of being hit. This gave Valdwin and his fellow pilots the opportunity to track a new target.
Baelor and the other Sith forces to the South were too well defended by Anti-Aircraft equipment, though the force at Grid 14 was located behind a small pair of mountain peaks. If Valdwin utilized those peaks smart enough, they could hide from that forces' line of sight until they came over the range, dumped their payload and fled over the range at Grid 13. And the anti-air weaponry could easily catch a few of those Avengers in their crossfire.
Valdwin smirked, feeling like a genius. He brought the remainder of the squadron low, out of range of Sinistra's force to the North at Grid 3, and with the retreating Republic Mythosaurs a bit to his South.
::Go for maximum dispersal of ordinance, ion bombs, Conner nets and Tee-Three-Threes.:: Valdwin commanded. The T-33's had worked miracles when dummy dropped on the first Mythosaur, though they would have to fire them guided this time in order to be able to utilize the other weaponry.
::Transmitting firing solutions. Specify anti-aircraft.:: Valdwin noted, sending them to the rest of the squadron. The mountain was coming up close, and they could see little amongst the clouds.
::We're on approach...be ready.:: He murmured, flipping up the orange trip-guard of his firing switch.
Suddenly, they were cutting over the mountain range, and the view of Sinistra's army opened up before them. Weapons seemed to litter the landscape, and Valdwin was immediately impressed. ::Maintain high elevation, drop as little as possible.:: Laser fire glanced off his shields, shaking the ship somewhat.
::Fire.::
Just like that, the weapons were off. Pairs of Connor Nets and T-33 Plasma Torpedoes shot off toward the enemy force from each of the 6 bombers as the pilots dove. The squadron swiftly pulled up as they loosed their ion bombs as well to land amongst the enemy formations. Up, up, up into the sky they went, another K-Wing destroyed by either Avengers or anti-aircraft weaponry.

The artillery emplacements at the Garrison Hill were sturdy, and well shielded, though even so, the areas Sinistra was focusing her barrages on took heavy beatings. A pair of shields were broken by successive rounds (which is rare in an artillery strike) and their crews were killed. Yet another was destroyed when it was hit while firing and its shields were still down. Casualties would be inevitable, but scattered, and in the lull of fire, the Garrison began its own symphony.
The guns fired from West-to-East, targeting the artillery forces at Grid 35. They shot at a rate of ten-per-second, and once the 90-something cannons had fired, they repeated the pattern from East-to-West, preventing the Sith from experiencing a lull in fire. The firing order was predetermined and prone to change in order to prevent an enemy from taking advantage of a repeating pattern.
There were forces suspected to be in the South, near Grid 33 or 34, though the FO's assigned to verify this were having to cross the mountains on speeder bikes from the West and head South, then East again to check the back slopes of the mountain range there.

The shelling from Sinistra's forces at Grid 3 was at the longest distance of them all, and as such the shots were less accurate, though equally effective when they struck home. By now the Hangar Bay door was preparing to close, and the LAAT gunships leaving it headed South to join their fellows. 24 of them now made their approach behind the [member=One-Eyed Jack Varren], who was serving to distract Baelor's AA craft. The gunships, painted white and grey and the coming storm would hide them well as the clouds grew dark and the moon disappeared from sight. The pilots kept their vehicles low, barely twenty meters off the ground, as they headed South over the river at Grid 23. Their sensor systems were shut off and they wouldn't be returned to power until they were right on the enemy. The sensor system the OS had set up in the mountains to the South of the Garrison would hopefully miss such a low traveling force.
As Varren's fighters struggled to survive in the sky above, the 24 A-10 LAAT Gunships readied their rockets and missiles, and began painting targets. Once they had locks on the ground-based Anti-Aircraft weaponry, they struck hard and fast, with forward shields at full strength.
Composite beam weapons solidified into the air, searing the ground and earth and anything else in the way between them and the AA guns. Mass driver missiles launched in pairs, guided toward their similarly intended targets. Heavy repeating cannons fired angrily at the scattering dismounts.
Behind this hail of fire, pairs of ID DLL-28 rockets were launched as well. These too shared the same target, though the dummy round launched ahead of the warhead would serve to dupe any typical countermeasure systems.
The gunships broke off their attack after that initial wave of firing, banking East and vanishing behind the mountains at Grid 30, though they would remain in visible air long enough to be identified and likely fired upon.

Spoiler: Summary of Action

Sinistra

Spoiler: Summary of Action

1) 6 K-Wing Assault Bombers appear suddenly over near by mountain crest, dropping 12 Connor Net torpedoes, 12 T-33 Plasma Torpedoes, and 12 Ion Bombs onto your forces at Grid 14.
2) 24 A-10 LAAT gunships loose 48 mass driver missiles at forces to the South near Grid 29, focusing fire on Anti-Aircraft weaponry. 48 DLL-28 Missiles (warheads with dummy leads to fool countermeasures) likewise target AA guns.
3) Composite beam turrets are also used on AA guns; heavy repeating cannons attack scurrying dismounts.
4) 90 parabolic artillery cannons strike Grid 35 force. Firing comes in patterned waves that are hard to predict and that leaves no breaks in firing.
5) Several Republic cannons and emplacements are destroyed and several others have shields broken.
6) FO's are attempting to locate force at G33.

Spoiler: Summary of Action

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0CLBSVbvK0[/youtube]​

Location: THE FIELDS OF KILLING
Objective: WORDS, WORDS, WORDS! THE MASTER WANTS MURDER!
Allies: The One Sith, their assorted candies minions, and Lord Useless Fish ( [member="Darth Veles"] )
Enemies: The Repooblic, Lady Gon' Get Broke ( [member="Coci Heavenshield"] ), and Mistress Lung Crusher McRood von Lightsaber-Snatcher >:L ( [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] )
Equipment:

• Cosmetically Unique Blackblade Combat Armor Mk-III
• Sith Lightsaber

The wave of pure telekinetic hate hit him like a force of nature, yanking his body back violently and flinging him off into a nearby structure that had previously been shelled by Sith bombers earlier in the conflict. He ragdolled through one of the broken walls, showering bricks of permacrete in all directions as he rolled on through several empty rooms before coming to a stop as his body smashed into one of the central support beams. He groaned in pain, his body peppered by concussive bruises and cuts and his armor was dented in several places, but otherwise he was alive. However; a premonition of danger caused him to glance upwards as the ceiling began to cave in without the support of the beam that he had just crashed through. Quickly he muttered an incantation under his breath and summoned a shimmering energy bubble to encase himself in as the building began to collapse all around him.

Pieces of steel and permacrete rained down on his protective shield but it held so long as he maintained his concentration, and soon enough the destruction subsided and Vornskr was alone amidst a sea of rubble. He dispelled his shield and rose among the chaos, the echoes of battle still unnaturally loud as more and more blood was spilled upon the plains. His right hand balled into a fist when he realized that Siobhan took his lightsaber shortly after he flung it at her, and his rage only mounted from there.

From the nearby rubble erupted forth a Jedi warrior, no doubt seeking to profit from the Sith Lord's momentary disorientation. In his hand he held a standard lightsaber emitting a blue blade of which was coming at him in the form of a wide swing to try and decapitate the Sith Lord. But even in his stunned state he was swift and alert and with a single movement he ducked underneath the swing and brought his balled fist right up into the Jedi's torso. The impact of such a Force-imbued punch sent his first straight through his armor until he punctured flesh and into his abdominal cavity. Blood poured forth from the blunt wound inflicted upon the Jedi, eliciting a harrowing scream from him as well which was quickly silenced as Vornskr unleashed a torrent of Sith Lighting directly into the Jedi's body and electrified him from the inside out. Vornskr then flung the corpse off into the distance, but not before tearing the boy's lightsaber from his smoldering fingers.

He inspected the weapon, activated the blue blade and gave it a practice swing. It wasn't his typical style, but it would have to do for now as he turned back and leapt over the mounds of debris left behind by the collapsing building to once again face Siobhan. He would've made a retort about how Siobhan was slipping with her power, but any attempt at talking sent monumental waves of agony washing over his chest and caused him to spittle up some blood from his collapsed lung, so instead he remained stoic as he approached. The remnants of his Force Drain still attempted to suck the life from her body, but she had begun a proper counter now and with a wave he dismissed the consuming fog. He smiled a wide blood-soaked grin and unleashed another torrent of Sith Lightning from his left hand while in his right he held the stolen lightsaber in a lax defensive stance, one that could transform into an aggressive attack or defensive parry at any moment.