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

[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=09y8THtoqJc&spfreload=1​

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Maalik wasn't schooled, quite the contrary. What knowledge he had of the world, of the way things worked, was stripped from the bone by the transition from Chiss to Vong Slayer. Memories, knowledge, loyalty, decency, care. All things transplanted for the way of combat, for the instinct to survive to the brutal end, to not lament the loss of a foe but to celebrate the endeavor - a trait that didn't stick, he moved through the motions as a robot would. Ironic, given his developed hatred for technology. Even more ironic, given his origins.

He wasn't an intellectual man, he couldn't even read basic. Though he was trying, the mysterious and beautiful [member="Eske"] was painstakingly trying. But like a rock soaking in water, the habits of the slayer were hard to break. Survival being one of them. Whereas his training had often been lamented by the Warrior Caste, it was indisputable in it's effectiveness. Like a Jeedia, they complained, the Slayer moved with the speed and acrobatic grace of the lightsaber wielding foe. In it's own way, the creation of the Caste was an attempt to mock the Jedi Order, to remind them that they weren't special, that even without the force, such feats were possible. And maybe, in the end, that was what moved Maalik. A willingness to prove something, anything. The scars across his armored skin would indicate an immunity to pain, the wounds this warrior would wield might prove his worth.

An object in motion, it stays in motion. And such was the case for the sword as it was dropped mid swing, hurling it into the distance. Such was the causality, that with an ever expanding distance between amphistaff and sword, it would have never pinned it in the first place. Instead it smacked the ground in hollow thump. The block was surprising, but not one that stopped the constant motion as he stepped to his own left, now free to move without worry of her using her weapon. shifting his strafe to the right. He was cognizant of the force, she had already shown the capacity to move things with it, the thought of the weapon would not leave his mind. A moment of silence would be met with vigilance. As the Chom-Huun beam hit the gauntlet, Maalik instinctively saw the opening of the chest on her left and rotated the attacking elbow and wrist to the outside, to his right. The attempt, of course, to strike the interior of her body and set her off balance at the least. It would seem her armor was well prepared against the energy beam, he would tire her and strike on the precipice of exhaustion. Simultaneously, he gestured to the amphistaff as he shot back to his palm.

When her hand lifted to hit, he assumed another block. But as the energy shot out and traced around the orange of the beam, he smirked as left hand flicked to the left. The amphistaff, like lightning of it's own, aimed a spray of venom towards the bottom of her helmet where the mouth opening was, before lunging to strike at the spot itself. In his own way, he was distracted as he felt the earth shift beneath his very feet. But what distraction he felt, she must have felt even more so, with such manipulation of the force. He was unattached, to the force that is, but he knew even a master had to split the mind to manipulate in such ways, especially in such rapid progression. Lightning was the bane of any Yuuzhan Vong, but this shift in the soil? Was she a God? He growled as his right foot stuck for just the moment, in the mud. I hate gods.

 

[James Mathison]

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

With the clashing of blades detailing the failure of each attack, James looked on as he began to notice the concentration of the Force around the 'tail' the Jawa had. His instincts told him to keep it away, and then it twitched like it was about to rotate into an attack. His Shatterpoint altered him of each move the Jawa was making in amazing detail. This coupled with the Jedi's instinct gave him the reaction and speed necessary to flip along the same path as the Sith, beating the tail through the air and its electricly charged attack.

James put an angle on his jump so he wouldn't land directly behind the Jawa where the tail would end up. James then crouched slightly as if bracing for something, and began focusing as much energy into his body as he could. Drawing in more and more with each calculated breath, the Jedi schooled in darkness and light drew from both aspects of his training for this move. He concentrated his energies on his enemy and the Jawa's potential movements. He would hope the attack landed as the Jawa added two more saber blades to the fight.

"Try again Sith,... this time better!"

Inside his body, the gathering Force energy was beginning to swirl into a maelstrom with his center of being existing as the eye of the storm. Inside that another amount of energy was gathering for a different purpose. This defensive strategy would drain a good chunk of stamina from James, but it's risk was worth the price.

 

[Sebastian Santelli]

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

Spoiler

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

The reaction time this man possessed was astounding, being able to block bullets within a single millisecond from them being fired at this range. If he had been anything other than a Sith Lord wearing living armor, Sirus would've been in complete and utter disbelief. But he was and defied the laws of physics with his very actions. Be that as it may, this fight was just beginning and the Shard was hopeful for what was soon to come.

Before the droid even had a chance to consider reloading, the Force panged deep within with an emergency warning of imminent need. The droid instantly processed what was happening: the Sith Lord happened to detach a pair of bugs, further identified by his core processor as thud and blast variants. A single metallic hand came forth off of his rifle the second Reverance reared back and sent them flying.

Grasping an invisible hammer in a single second, Sirus brought down an entire wave of Force (coupled with gravity) down onto both of the projectiles. His goal wasn't to catch, deflect, or block either of them but to rather send them straight into the ground. the blast bug, having been sent for his legs, was the first to smack down onto the bulkhead and detonate. The thud bug, however, managed to survive.

"Impossible," he snarled as his free hand curled into a fist and surged forward to meet the thud bug with a thundering crash. They met nearly instantaneously, the bug being crushed to a pulp as every single one of Sirus' metallic fingers and even support bracing within his wrist was crushed and smashed asunder.

 

[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.
Technically also Sith Lightsabre since Sio grabbed it after it was thrown at her.


Upon the killing fields of Contruum there was death, slaughter and desolation. How fitting that once again this planet's grounds be stained in blood as the two titans clashed. Kaine being tossed around into a building by the telekinetic wave, along with him brutally dispatching an unfortunate Jedi who had the misfortune of being on the receiving end of the Butcher-King's wroth, had bought Siobhan valuable time.


The vampiric tendrils of evil continued to assault her and seek to suck the life out of her, but by now she had managed to manifest a proper counter to shield herself. In other words, by now the onslaught had become something she could manage. Especially since Kaine had been a tad busy in the meantime. However, it was very accurate to say that she was becoming more and more with every passing moment. Maintaining the shield required energy and focus. Her body was hurting from the effort required to manifest the telekinetic wave and she felt a painful throbbing in the back of her head that announced the start of a headache from hell. Whether one of them could outlast the other or they would simply fight each to mutual exhaustion like on Wayland was an open question.


Focus, use the Force, fight. She did not think the Sith was doing better than she was. She coughed, cold eyes focusing upon Kaine as he emerged, lightsabre in hand. Where he had gotten it from Sio did not know, though she could suspect some Jedi had died. Ah, well, people died in war. She did not really care. In place of Force Drain, the Butcher of Togoria once again summoned a torrent of Sith Lightning. Shrieking from his hand, the electrical blast swept through the air towards her.



The blue blade of her own lightsabre sprang to life with a snap-hiss, meeting the incoming blast. Her grip was a bit shaky by now, though the Force stabilised it a bit and her body was pumped full of adrenaline. Lightning coiled around the blade like a snake as she sought to block it. Several lightning bolts were absorbed and dissipated by her power, but her defence was not perfect and so a number of them shrieked past it and managed to penetrate her barrier. Her body shook as her armour was struck once again, smoke coiling off it. Her visor had been damaged earlier and so she experienced an electrical shock when her face was struck, feeling a searing pain and momentarily leaving her dazed. Flesh was warped and burnt, one eye was in pain. The smell of ozone and burnt, nicely fried flesh filled the air. She had to cling to the sabre to keep it from being torn out of her grasp by the lightning. But she held her ground against the onslaught, willing herself to keep up the defence and dissipate the lightning. Fortunately after her experiences on Wayland Siobhan had replaced her bionics with cloned limbs, since Kaine had taught her a valuable lesson via mechu-deru. While this meant that her body was more squishy and getting blasted by lightning hurt a lot, it also meant that she was not about to get limbs blown up!


Taking a deep breath, she once again stretched out with her telekinetic power. This meant significantly lowering her defence, especially for what she had in mind, which might give him a good opening. Her focus was once again upon his chest. Her free hand came up as she focused her power and her gauntlet-covered fingers curled into a fist, drinking from the fountain of awesome power that was the Dark Side. Her telekinetic power wrapped around Kaine's black heart and she crunched down upon it with her telekinetic willpower in a surge of dark side power, as she threw her pain and anger back at him in a display of extreme brutality. With all her might, she sought to crush his heart.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Objective: B Shipyards
Location: Hanger 23
[member="Choli Vyn"]

He let out a long, dragging sigh.

Blaster fired rained down on them, explosions tore through the stations, and outside of one of the viewports he could make out the feint shapes of Star Destroyers. He knew what this meant, he had seen it before on Manaan, on Kashyyyk. The Sith had come to Contruum. His hand closed into a fist, and he allowed himself to take a deep breath. This girl was a Jedi of some sort, and apparently she had enough of a head on her to know that it was time to run.

"Yes." He grasped her, turning her around and gently pushing her forward.

The Pilot pressed Choli from cover, standing just as he did so the Sith Troopers would aim their fire on him and not the girl. Red blaster bolts soared to him, but he had already broken into a heavy sprint. The two of them dashed along the hangar, Kurt pulling the old rusted Westar-34 from his thigh and taking aim.

Shots rang out, though they were paltry at best, more of a distraction than anything else.

Their sprint lead them across the hangar, Kurt grasping Choli and pulling her back behind a generator wall. His arms tucked around her and his body folded over hers as the distinct tink tink tink of a falling grenade could be heart. A burst of flame broke out, lapping at Kurts back and the wall he had placed between themselves and the explosive.

 

[Komo]

Location: Docking Bay D39 (Space Station in the Shipyards)
Objective: B (Get to the control centre)
Allies: She, herself and her
Enemies: Mister Favours ([member="Khaleel Malvern"])

Things were going well. Very well indeed. Greta could go on talking the whole day with mister stranger right here about their favourite food, but this was neither the place nor the time for such a topic. All things said, this was still in the middle of an invasion here. She had more or less secured a date with a stranger whose name she was not even privy to yet.

The Sith knight would sought to correct that error immediately. She watched intently as the man gave her a wink before speaking onto his comm unit. Once, he finished she spoke. "So, hey. What name do you go by? You can call me Darth Noxia, or Greta if you'd prefer." Being Sith was so much more than names anyhow. She was fine with either.

Finished conversing with his men, the stranger spoke once more. “Well, seems my guys haven’t spilled Sith blood yet, so that’s a plus.” A big plus indeed. They could move forward from there. “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?” Greta had no problem with that. The date could be interesting after all. "I'm perfectly fine with that, so long as those favours aren't to have more favours."

A buzz grabbed her immediate attention, drawing her gaze towards it. It was a priority update from her men, her firebats. "M'lady, we've managed to find an alternative path leading towards the control centre of the space station. There were defenders along the way and we took care of them. We've taken several casualties and are currently in the main hallway leading to the control centre several docking bays ahead of your current location." Looking towards the man, Greta spoke. "My troops have made headway towards the control centre. I need to be there now."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Garrison
Controller: Draco
Forces: Storm the Garrison
Clan Vereen Mercenaries

Spoiler

2 Mythosaur Walkers (Fitted with MOIP) Aurek, Besh
Titans (Aurek, Besh, Cresh, and Dorn)
1 YVH
Aliit’Drahr (Aurek, Besh, Cresh, Dorn)
1 YVH
Aliit’Drahr (Aurek, Besh)
Bes’uliik War Droids
1 YVH
Aliit’Drahr (Alfa, Bravo, Charlie, Delta)
1 YVH
21 Avenger-Class Starfighters

Gorran’s Assault Force

Spoiler

Aliit’Drahr (Beskad Group)
TA4 Ultra Battle Droids (16 Each) (Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta)
- Equipped with ACS-205 ADWS, 6 Thermal Detonators
- Mole Miners
Aliit’Drahr (Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot, Hotel, Golf)
- 2 Destroyer Probes, 1 YVH Probe
Aliit’Drahr (Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot, Hotel, Golf)
- 2 YVH Probes

Objective: C (KILL THEM ALL)
Allies: [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Sinistra"] [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Adekos"]
Opponents: [member="Ali Hadrix"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VwDzLYyyE6A​

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The storms of Laser fire within the garrison resounded through the hallways and corridors that had been turned into a bloody tomb for the Republic. With no way out but through the Mandalorian forces due to the collapsing and sealing of the entrances into the mountain the defenders had no choice but to fight like cornered dogs or accept that it was all over. Luckily for the Mandalorian forces it seemed as though the majority of the Republic Forces preferred to fight on to the end. At least the Mandalorians storming the Garrison would find glory should any of them fall to their foes, regardless of the outcome of the battle.

Gorran roared out orders and waved his warriors forward, the shield wall adjusting to make use of their Ion Beamers, known to pierce shields and armor delivering a paralytic shock to their foes, allowing them to rapidly advance on their foes that could not find cover. Granter there were barricades and such for them, but as the Mandalorians advanced they took possession of these barricades and used them alongside their shield wall to their advantage. Surges of charric and slugthrower fire erupted from the rear of the advancing mandalorians as YVH probes acting as fire support working with their high powered weapons to pin enemies into groups and then firing grenades at them. Republic defenses were for the most part circumvented, or if the laser trip mines they had set up covering entrances were more thorough, they trapped their own forces away from the fighting. With each unit of mandalorians working to cleanse the first level of the subterranean passages the death toll racked up. Here the fighting would be most difficult, the defense the staunchest, but the Mandalorians were aware of this fact. That was why they had been the first into the breech.

They worked in units of thirty two, with sixteen forming the shield walls that covered the other half of the forces. YVH probes provided fire support to the shield wall, unleashing their deadly torrents at the defending Republic Forces. The shield wall made use of their own weapons as they advanced, halting at intersections to allow rooms to be cleared. The ion beamers, acid throwers, and Charrics, and Flame Projectors were incredibly effective against all kinds of personal armors and personnel, granting the warriors an advantage in these enclosed spaces. A unit of eight operated as a heavy support unit, using wrist rockets, charrics and Ion beamers along with their rifles and grenade launchers to lob shots over the wall and decimate defenders. The defenders intended to make use of anti-tank weapons in the confines of these hallways they would pay for. There was no sure way to eliminate all opposition, but there was nowhere or way for them to hide. Mandalorians and their probes able to see opposition around corners and through walls made using ambush tactics foolish and costly. The mandalorians wanted a full battle in these tunnels and they would get it or the enemy would die piecemeal to the superior forces of Mandalore.

The final eight warriors operated in teams of four, clearing rooms. The used security overloaders and anti-security blades to open doors and send grenades inside. Once the explosions went off a team would clear the room finishing off any dead or dying republic troops inside and drag them into the hallway. One of the Mandalorian’s allies had use of these corpses. After this the locks of the rooms were fused together to prevent any republic forces that might be following the Mandalorians from occupying the empty rooms behind them. They would need to leave quickly if they had to leave at all. It made the advance slow, but kept it methodical and thorough. If the heavy support group ran low on ammunition those two groups would swap. When units reached any of the sealed passages they sealed them with fusion cutters and moved on. Collapsed passages were basically ignored by the Mandalorians. All they were were deathtraps for the defenders anyway. The point of this battle was to draw the Republic out afterall.

Beskad Group, with their mole miners pressed for the center of the mountain. I moved with them, hearing the constant updates from the Akaan’drahr as they pressed their teams forward and fought on the first level. We would reach our destination. I had no doubt of it. I eased back on the application the Force Horror, to cast an illusion over Beskad group. We were not here. There were only the miners. That was all there is in these tunnels.

Titans filled the hallways of the first level, securing the rearguard of the tunnels, holding them in case the Galactic Republic attempted to move troops through them to reinforce their beleaguered defenders. Shields locked, heavy blaster cannons trained on the entrances and lower into the tunnels. Anyone attempting to take this route would find it very, very difficult to force their way through.

In the Forests Draz and his retreating mandalorian warriors looked up at the mountain, they were being pursued by the Imperial forces, but the fact that the Imperials were moving after them only weakened whatever defenses they had planned of the mountain passes. They had done their job well. They had held the Republic away from the garrison for a long time and drew out the reinforcements, weakening the defenders chances of holding the mountain. “Come brothers, we are needed at the breech.” The mandalorians used jump packs and their bes’uliiks thrusters to hasten their climb up the mountain, but it would still be sometime before they could reinforce their brothers and sisters.

Mythosaurs continued shooting and advancing on the enemy mythosaurs. They were providing excellent tarpits even if their shields were failing or failed now.

Avengers, still just occupying enemy air support did just that, taking some losses at the arrival of more K-Wings.

Summary of Actions

Spoiler

Mandalorians Storm the First Subterranean Level
Mole Miners are split, one group secured by Mandos other Group travelling deeper into the mountain in what is now a single tunnel
Mandalorians clearing rooms as they go, dragging bodies to the halls, sealing doors
Titans secured Tunnel entrances on first level
Original Group of Mandalorians is heading up the mountain
Beskad Group is in the tunnel with illusions casts over them to conceal the small unit
Mythosaurs continue fighting
Avengers continue Dogfight

 

[Rapax]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Forces: 20,000[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] N1-Battle Droid[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (Loadout: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]BTI-reaver[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] series repeater x3 Thermal Detonators)x20 {url=[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]http://starwarsrp.ne...model/}Tartoros[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]class walker alpha model{/url} x8 [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Iw-02a[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Logengrin x10 [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Daisya[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Infiltrator [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: Just get rid of the bloody garrison[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Darth Vyrassu"] [member="Adekos"] [member="Sinistra"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Opponents: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Ciara Jevnaker"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] @Kiera Ticon [member="Commander Lusk"] [member="Jordun Darko"] [member="SC-4486"] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]

Spoiler: Rapax's gear

His two lightsabers, 2 Verpine shatter guns, The blade of Satvas, Poisoned dauntless blade

[/SIZE]


Rapax had one of his droids that wasn't engaging to find [member="Cryax Bane"] with the transfer orders to half of his forces to his command and use. Meanwhile he meditated using the amplification power of the sith amulet [member="Darth Vyrassu"] brought for him and the combined meditative power of the two to reach out to the dead within the garrison that where ever so kindly left out in the halls. With concentration and effort the corpses within rose to life, They got up and started Making their way to the second level of the garrison, using the mining shafts left for them by the mole miners of the Mandalorian forces. to engage any forces there. They where there to kill it was there only goal in there new life now....and rapax enjoyed that...they where his puppets....he was there puppeteer and he will pull the strings to the end. Despite the bombardment taking out a few zombies that where not in the garrison there were plenty more where they came from. He had 20 of the droids he hasnt transfered to cryax stay near him for the time being.

Spoiler: summary

Forces given to Cryax: 10,000 droids, 5 Interceptors 10x Tartoros walkers, 4x Logengrin walkers
200 zombies total - 50 from the artillery strike

 

[Figure In White]

Objective: C
NPC Template:
Locations: Beneath the ground, west
Controller: Vedrana Black
Forces: 9000 Republic Troopers, 100 Engineers, 20 Manta-class Gunships (under camo canopies within the mountains), 20 Baldr-class Assault Guns (in the mountains under camo canopies), 300 LOBO Units
Equipment: M.I.T.E's, Republic Combat Armor, FAV-1 Flamethrowers, Mining Charges, Liquid Nitrogen Cannons, Heat Resistant Suits, Standard other weaponry
Allies: The Republic
Opponents: The OS, [member="Zulia Kwaad"]

She'd been given a pretty simple task, to be honest: find a way to get people around the enemy to strike them from behind without being noticed. That was, of course, difficult to do given that the enemy was landing all around and most of their forces were positioned at, or near the garrison. She'd been given this task early on, though, and her superiors hadn't really given her a lot of information on what they thought the enemy was going to do, so she'd grimaced and nodded her head, accepting the task as any good soldier, even a Commando like her, would do. Truthfully she'd rather be in a pilots seat.

What she was given to work with was vastly more than she'd expected and at first she'd been confused as to what to do with them all. She'd thought about finding a hidden route on the surface, but quickly ruled that out. Their heat signatures would be enough to give them away. That really only left one option: tunneling. But they didn't have the tanks to do it. What they did have was spapalm, which was hot enough to essentially melt anything that it touched, if not disintegrating a great many things. She also had liquid nitrogen. Hot and cold.

She'd had the engineers suit up in heat resistant armor, just in case, and they had begun the process of burrowing underground from beneath the garrison, heading westward to a point that should have gotten them free of the bulk of the enemy, but allow them to spring out and unleash hell from behind whatever enemy lines they could get to. The front line of engineers would spray napalm and let it do its work before the next line stepped up and cooled it down with the liquid nitrogen. It was both efficient and quiet, which would keep them from showing up to the enemy.

The bulk of her forces were split. In the mountains waited a couple squadrons of gunships. Not far from them were artillery pieces and four thousand of her troops, waiting for enemies to show up so that they could engage. The rest of her troops were following the engineers down the tunnel with the LOBO units keeping them company. The use of the M.I.T.E.'s kept them off of the enemies radar electronically, and allowed them to communicate without risk of their comms being hacked.

As it was, that was how she learned that the vong had landed.

"Ma'am, we have enemy deployment. Heavy, mark 9 from the garrison. In range."

Enemy forces in range, west of the garrison. Who was there that could take on the hostile forces? Should she have them open fire? They weren't far enough out just yet, but they were going to have to make do.

"Hold fire."

"Roger."

She turned to one of the engineers that wasn't on "melting" duty.

"I need the charges brought up and placed on the ceiling. Tell the soldiers to fall back."

"Right."

The engineer went off to do as ordered. She had a plan, and it might not take care of the whole problem, but it was doable. She bit her lip in thought and glanced around before nodding. They could do this, but she needed to keep everyone ready and in line. The further out they went, the better.

"Keep melting. We're going to let them come to us and then pop up behind them."

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Galactic Republic​

Supreme Commander Ali Hadrix​

Republic Garrison of Contruum​

0130 Hours (Local Time)​

[member=Draco Vereen]

The fighting went poorly for the Mandalorians attempting to over take the Republic Garrison. Their forces were simply ill equipped to fight and maneuver in tight corridors, and their skill was found lacking by the Republic Army. As swiftly as the Mandalorians injected themselves into the Garrison, the Republic extracted them, like eschar tissue cut from a wound.
Their failure lay in their ignorance of the Garrison's structure and the readiness level of the Republic military. Mandalorians were bunched up, fresh meat for slaughter. They were right about the Garrison being a tomb: For the invaders.
The Republic had plenty of freedom to move throughout the Garrison, which was prepared solely for military conflict. They knew where to appear to intercept invading soldiers, intersecting their lines before carving their bodies to pieces with short blades and close quarters weapons.

Of course, the Mando'ade owned the halls in which they were successful, leaving none alive. But in the rest, they died, en masse. Titans were overwhelmed by sheer force, the explosives employed by the Republic were compounded in strength in the small fighting spaces. Mandalorian corpses were propped up at the ends of halls, beckoning to their living brethren and leading them into traps.

As the fighting intensified, the Republic forces pressed forward on all levels in which the Mandalorians had inserted themselves. The Titans would become barriers to Mandalorian advancement as they fell and stifled movement, giving Republic soldiers the time they needed to fill the rest of the hallway with bodies using grenades and other explosives. Thermal imploders were popular, collapsing entire lines of Mando'ade troops and packing them with the dead. This halted the Mandalorian advance, as their survivors were trapped between their dead and the living they had who were still eager to die.
Those Mandalorians who lasted their initial entrance would only find themselves surrounded as they were unable to fill the Garrison fast enough to prevent themselves from being overrun by the fiercely hunting Republic troops.

Deep within the mountain, beneath the Garrison's actual structure, Beskad Group's mole miner did indeed find the core of the mountain they were looking for. The ground before them suddenly fell away and revealed a massive hollow core. The mole miner had missed the Garrison, which did not protrude as deep into the mountain as they had. The occupants would realise they had delved too deep and the mole miner had dug its own grave as the surrounding rock crumbled away from the vehicle's drill and collapsed from beneath its treads. The surrounding 5 meters of rock cracked and fell away, opening nothing for Beskad Group but a seemingly infinite chasm.

[member=Commander Lusk]

Republic Command contacted Commander Lusk and relayed the coordinates of all the ground targets the Republic's FO's had painted thus far to him and their other allies.

[member=Darth Rapax]

As the dead reawoken they were promptly shot in the head by the autoturrets spread throughout the Garrison's many corridors. Darth Rapax's trick may have worked on the outside, but this time the Republic was ready for it and once a Republic soldier's vitals ceased and their temperature began to fade, they were marked as enemies, added to the list of targets for the Garrison's automated weaponry. This ensured that none of the thralls survived long enough to do any harm to their former allies.

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

Draco

1) Fighting intensifies as Republic strength swells, forcing invaders back to their hovels and tunnel entrances.
2) The rock around Beskad Group's mole miner collapses and opens up into a massive underground chasm.

Lusk

1) Republic command relays coordinates of all targets to allies.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Garrison
Controller: Cyrax Bane
Forces: Storm the Garrison
Clan Vereen Mercenaries

Spoiler

2 Mythosaur Walkers (Fitted with MOIP) Aurek, Besh
Titans (Aurek, Besh, Cresh, and Dorn)
1 YVH
Aliit’Drahr (Aurek, Besh, Cresh, Dorn)
1 YVH
Aliit’Drahr (Aurek, Besh)
Bes’uliik War Droids
1 YVH
Aliit’Drahr (Alfa, Bravo, Charlie)
1 YVH
21 Avenger-Class Starfighters

Gorran’s Assault Force

Spoiler

Aliit’Drahr (Beskad Group)
TA4 Ultra Battle Droids (16 Each) (Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta)
- Equipped with ACS-205 ADWS, 6 Thermal Detonators
- Mole Miners
Aliit’Drahr (Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot, Golf, Hotel)
- 2 Destroyer Probes, 1 YVH Probe
Aliit’Drahr (Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot, Golf, Hotel)
- 2 YVH Probes

Objective: C (KILL THEM ALL)
Allies: [member="Cryax Bane"]

“Screw this. I’m out, [member="Cryax Bane"], you may command the Mandalorian Forces that remain. There are about seven hundred fighting in the first level, they seem to think they are forcing my boys out, but we are holding our own just fine.” I declared through the comms. This had become more headache than anything else and the Mandalorians still fought the outnumbered republic forces (I asked the writer says 90% my force’s strength) through the halls of the garrison. Any idiot trying to use knives in battles against Mandalorians in Beskar Power Armor got sliced and torn to pieces. It was logic, but there wasn’t a lot of that going around anymore.

Still, there were about seven hundred Mandalorians within the garrison doing battle within the mountain and another three hundred on the slopes. Hopefully under Cryax they could be effective for him taking position of the mountain’s Garrison. Again, a giant sinkhole kind of made the hole mountain unstable and seismic charges going off in that chasm would probably make the mountain look like a volcano just erupted. The Republic had tried a fierce push back, but they found the shield walls of the Mandalorians and engaged in what would no doubt be a bloody stalemate.

“I got seven hundred on the inside, three hundred coming up the slope for you, Bane. The enemy force is about nine hundred strong. There are seismic charges in their basement. But I am gonna go check out Balmorra. Tell Carach I got you inside. Hope that works for him.”

I flew out and took a shuttle to the Mythosaur, hanging in orbit.

Summary of Actions

Spoiler

Noping Out.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1fUgpYSdpo[/youtube]​

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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 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
• Stolen Jedi Lightsaber (Blue)

His attack faltered as he felt her dark power take the metaphysical form of a great hand and began to constrict his blackened heart, his attack dissipating as his hand instinctively clutched as his armored breast in pain. But he would not be felled by some telekinetic trickery! He was the great and powerful Darth Vornskr, butcher of worlds, destroyer of men, and he had escaped the very jaws of hell through his willpower and strength in the Dark Side of the Force. His vision swam briefly and his knees nearly buckled, but he stood tall and proud as he glared with absolute hate at Siobhan. He had no way of matching her telekinetic prowess, but he had other strengths where she did not. So with great effort he raised his left hand again curled his gnarled fingers at Siobhan, but instead of demonic fog or devilish lightning erupting from his fingers he instead channeled his willpower to attack her mind.

It was nothing complex or sophisticated, but rather it was an instrument of blunt force battering against her mind; specifically her concentration, to disorient her and perhaps stave off her attack on his vital organs. In conjunction he forced himself forward, his legs feeling as heavy as hundred ton weights, but he willed himself to break into a sprint towards the Dark Jedi master. His lightsaber came at her with a great flourish, his mastery of Form V becoming extremely apparent as he dove into a great flurry of action. He would press her, break her down until she yielded to his unrelenting assault.

And despite his crushed lung he managed to unleash a blood-flecked roar of anger, the sound resonating across the battlefield as he surrendered himself to the Dark Side once again.

 

[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]

Was everyone just ignoring her as if they thought it would earn them some points in some dick waving contest when a judge rolled around to see how clearly they refused to face reality, and personally any sense of fairplay if Alva were to be asked directly. First somehow the Sith Droids and a few stragglers somehow mystically warp themselves from their battle with her to the edge of the Republic Garrison on the other side of the valley, without even addressing how they would be fired upon by the forces she had engaging the Mandalorians in the forest. At least, that was before the Mandalorians all pulled their own Mandalorian Commandos and vehicles away from their battle to try and make their own break for the Republic Garrison. . . .though at least she supposed that was better than magically teleporting away like certain someones.

Not that it stopped Alva's plan of attack, at least in regards to her AT-FATs. "Keep up fire on the enemy Mythosaurs, they're beginning to buckle. Divert the remainder of our rearguard after the Mandalorians and the Sith Droids attempting to breach the garrison's defenses." Sighing to herself, the crinan woman watched the streak of turbolasers rounds soaring through the air as her heavy walkers continued their bombardment of the mandalorian behemoths that were the two surviving enemy Mythosaurs. Meanwhile the sensor suite showed the rearguard AT-STs and Infantry moving out, following after the Mandalorians and Sith troops who attempted to ignore them. Firing on their backs as they abandoned the battle, even if they were using jump jets and the Bes'ulisk were faster, there were still going to be the first shots fired as they began turning their backs on the Imperials in which they would take casualties.

Something that would continue once the forces sent to chase after the Mandalorians and the Sith droids from the previous set of orders caught up to their enemies attempting to enter the Republic Stronghold, the heavy cannons of the AT-STs targeting the Mandalorian Drones and Bes'ulisks while Stormtroopers opened fire while making their way up into the garrison themselves, relentless in their pursuit of the cowards who not only ignored them, who not even turned their backs on them to freely offer them sacrifices, but also cowards who seemed to act as they could perform numerous tasks in the amount of time everyone had to do half the same.

So thus they were, Imperial Stormtroopers several hundred strong attacking the Mandalorians in the compound from the rear, operating under their squad tactics as they had before, but now with the edge that the Mandalorians were no longer capable of taking them by surprise or closing the gaps between them so forcefully, AT-ST walkers leveling the playing field even more. They would fight their way into the garrison and attack whoever had managed to infiltrate the structures at their backs. Leaving the Sith Droids and their Mandalorian Allies stuck in a crossroads between the soldiers of the Empire and the Republic, giving them merely their options with which to chose who to die to.

Of course while this continued on, so did the conflict in the mountains themselves. The state of the fighting going on there didn't appear to be clear, because even Captain Nim didn't understand what the Sith were doing anymore. For a while it seemed as if they were intending to swarm throughout the mountains with their droids, but nothing new had transpired for such a long time it appeared as the enemy had forgotten to continue the battle. At this time the last the raised dead were put down seeing as how the fighting was practically non-existent unless someone else wanted to take up the challenge.

Summary

• Is keeping it brief because a spider just bit me and generally now having a horrible night
• AT-FATs hitting enemy Mythosaurs with 8 turbolaser cannons repeated fire and hundreds of laser cannon bolts from the rotary gyro cannons.
• Imperial rearguard Stormtroopers and AT-STs attack the Mandalorians and Sith Droids at the Republic Garrison from behind
• may come back for proper edits later in the morning after calming down from spider.

 

[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=oqR9-hppW1Q​

What had begun as a human cannonball attack was quickly turning into a messy melée on the ground before her, and Vrag liked it none. Messy meant uncontrollable, and uncontrollable meant unpredictable.

Sithspit.

She would circle around the battling pair at the edge of the wide measure, looking for an opportunity to strike without risking her blue ally's life. Well, too much, anyway. Her quick steps brought her swiftly to the mandalorian's front, and seeing her chance, the woman would first attempt to disable his weapons while the man was distracted with his chiss tick. A curt downward slash would aim to bisect the blaster he'd been using, and with her free hand, the woman would call his abandoned beskad to her palm, wrapping her fingers securely around the hilt.

At this rate, she might as well start a collection.

Still, his permanent disarming was a small concern, and dealt with just as swiftly. She ignored Astaire's jubilant cry as the pair of them bucked on the floor in what looked to be some sort of ancient mating ritual, focusing instead on the opening afforded to her by the motion.

As the mandalorian reared in his attempt to shake off the chiss, Vrag would explode forth in the fastest of strikes known to weaponry; a thrust. With his chest and head largely shielding her ally from harm, the Hand wasn't all too worried of spearing blueboy, not with all the armor she'd have to burn through to turn them both into a curious shishkebab. No, her attack was one of precision and speed, her hand guiding the elbow, which would in turn move the shoulder and then the hip, until finally the front leg followed, muscles clenching in unison with Vonduun Skerr Ygdris to cross the gap at a velocity that easily rivaled that of the Force.

Just the tip — but a searing, hissing tip — aiming to sink into the exposed flesh and bone in his right armpit, opened to her attack by his elbowing motion.

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At the other end of the station, P-4 and P-11 were pushing progressively closer and closer to their target location, working at a solid pace while still maintaining control over the corridors and rooms they had already passed. Warriors and troops alike were left behind to secure perimeter after perimeter, and what little Republic resistance existed was quickly snuffed out by the overwhelming presence of the One Sith. Losses were low so far, and it was only a question of time before the control room would cave in under the constant assault.

Reports described barriers and makeshift cover set up in the corridors leading up to their goal, but such minor bumps in the road had never deterred the Sith before, and they would do little to delay them now.

 

[Lassiter]

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

Spoiler

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

That wasn’t a real choking sound. The subtle hissing inhales between the growl-like gasps. Sena had choked men before him and none of them had made the ridiculous noises that the boy was making. Besides, his feet were still on the ground. Nobody let their opponent remain on the ground when choking them. That was just business standards.

In any case Sena could use the distraction he provided himself with to her own benefit.

At least so she thought.

The saber in her hand extended itself towards the man’s pelvis yet the oddest sensation fell over the girl. He was like a void, an unfeeling hole in the force. She could very well see him, but she couldn’t sense him. His moves were about as readable as Ameli’s thoughts were sometimes. Like a haze of adorable stupidity. Thought such as getting dressed in the middle of a ship on fire.

No, Sena was not going to drop that.

Her saber collided against his yet that wasn’t enough for him. She felt his hand grab her forearm and she had to act. There was no way that the freaking Sword of Vahl was going down after three rounds in the ring against a freaking kid. Her saber extinguished, her arm crooked and she spun around with all that she had. Her back forced itself against the boy’s chest as she...

Froze in place. Her entire body tensed up. Her head lie resting on the kid’s shoulder like a stiff damsel in distress. The fire within her was riled up to maximum capacity. If she had the ability to shake and shiver in rage this would be exactly that point. But no, all she could do was feel her entire hand scream in agony as it dug into the saber’s hilt and refusing to let go.

Try as the boy might (and probably would) the hilt would just not part her hands. That is of course if he had the time to act before the paralysis wore off.

 

[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.
Stolen Sith Lightsabre


Ouch. It would've been very satisfying if Kaine had just let her crush his heart. Well, satisfying and very unrealistic! The battering ramming mind assault crashed into her mental walls with such force to send shockwaves through her mind. Siobhan's ability to defend her mind had improved greatly since their first duel on Fondor, but even so her focus was greatly split since she had concentrated her efforts on smashing his heart.


This meant she was not able to focus quickly enough on reinforcing her mental walls when the battering ram smashed into them. There were layers of defences beyond the initial one, but briefly her thoughts were scattered and she was thrown into a daze, her knees nearly buckled before she managed to rally herself, though her bad leg howled in protest. Her mind reeled under the force of the wave and pain surged through her. It might have occured to Siobhan that she had been very concussively unkind to some people and that this was been thrown back at her. Quickly she shored up her walls, just in case he was trying to summon a stronger or more devious mental onslaught. Needless to say his assault completely succeeded at forcing her to release her hold on his heart. Abruptly the invisible great hand vanished into nothingness and the pressure dissipated. How much damage she had caused was something she could not assess.


Breathing heavily, she saw Kaine charging towards her, blue lightsabre ablaze and moving almost too fast for the naked eye to track. Taking a deep breath she forced herself to concentrate and focus. Her beskar'gam was very nice against sabres, but even so it would be very ill-advised for her to be engaged in lightsabre combat since, to be blunt, she sucked at it! Fortunately, she specialised at ranged attacks and she still had distance. As he sought to cross the distance and batter her with an unrelenting lightsabre assault, she pulled at the invisible strands of the Force and drew its power inside her, summoning a powerful shockwave of telekinetic energy that she sent sweeping towards him, aiming to slam him with bone-crushing force and send him flying. No time to crush another lung or have another go at his heart. That was an operation too complex for now at least. So she would settle for shockwaving him right into his path and hurling him away.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

Location: Contruum (Killing Fields)
Objective: In order for me to play your nurse, you’re gonna have to tell me where it hurts
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Zaria"]
Theme: Give it your best shot…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rCwApSVT8cc

She was used to the smell of cauterised flesh – but less used to others being as fast as she was with her hands. Her Master had shown her the basics of Teräs Käsi. He’d learned it from the Grand Master apparently. Go figure!

So she recognised some of the moves – although not all. But her own fighting style was a mix of Vaapad and a couple of martial arts. But whereas her pace was too much for the average Force User, this time out she was on level terms.

For they had both discarded their sabers now and were going at it toe to toe.

"Impressive," she said as a blow caught her squarely on the nose – the sound of cartilage breaking suggesting she’d be looking for bacta and some surgery straight after this fight. If she made it out alive that is.

So she accepted some blindingly fast raking hits to the head and neck whilst she put in two hooks to the ribs, a knee into the thigh and an an elbow snapping up to the point of her opponent’s chin.

It cost her another of those blinding hits. She shook her head and countered with a whirring hook that was aimed at her opponent’s incoming swinging arm directly on the nerve that ran up the inside of the biceps. She hoped to use the pace of the Chiss against her – anticipating the punch would connect that much harder with their joint speed.

But even as her fist hoped to land she felt a knee to her already damaged thigh. Make that two bacta packs…for now.

 

[Jak Skirata]

Objective: B
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] [member="Drana'stair'eno"]
Allies: Himself and the Force

The Chiss was proving to be a nuisance, but admittedly one that he had to address sooner rather than later. He was heavy and disorienting a back handed punch of reinforced durasteel to the Chiss' face in his position would be difficult to accomplish, he was quite literally at his mercy, but at the same time the Chiss made it difficult to really move... Which was a problem.

He heard the thunk of the Sith's boots, felt every muscle in his body tighten and relax. He exhaled, centering himself in the heat of battle. He could see the strike, she wasn't exactly subtle about her objective. He had left himself open, she had destroyed his blaster and taken his beskad. He didn't plan on her keeping it.

He had yet to truly display his connection to the Force, lest she had been paying close attention throughout the fight. Cursing under his breath and shouting as if it were a great strain, or maybe it was just instinct, he brought his arm down and across his chest; a powerful gesture to match what would a surprisingly strong Force push to the left and into the wall of the maintenance shaft they were brawling in.

 

[Darth Ayra]

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

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

Ella felt the Force Stun leave the mind of Mullarus. She knew that Nerius ally was about to rejoin the fight. They had now reached the point of the duel where it swung one way or the other. If she did not win this next juncture, then she knew she was doomed.

Parry. Parry. Parry. Her engagement with Nerius had once again gone to the Outer Ring Defense. Grand sweeping blows to match the ferocity of the pink monster and his assault. Stepping backwards at the third parry, Nerius reclaimed his lightsaber. The brief pause in his assault brought Ella time to look at Mullarus.

It was at that moment that the Jedi Knight saw the incoming carcass of a long dead creature being summoned from the muddy, rain drenched grounds of the killing fields and then launched in her direction. Desperate, Ella reached out in the Force.

Reaching out, Ella used the more potent version of Force Stun. Known as Force Stasis, the Jedi would deaden the senses of Nerius to a near-catatonic state, to the point that he would be unable to move. Back flipping, Ella landed on a mound of dirty overlooking Nerius as the reek descended from the air, down to the position that Ella had just vacated and where Mullarus had thrown the body.

Heavy, the Jedi would use Mullarus' attack to trap Nerius for the remainder of the battle.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

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

The two Sith attacked their Jedi target. She, however, defended well. Despite coming at her from multiple directions, she was able to fend them off by revealing the capabilities of her weapon. It was a double-bladed lightsaber. Though their attack was thwarted, at least it was one more secret uncovered, and it wouldn't come as a nasty surprise later. Pyrrhus was familiar with the concept of double-bladed lightsaber. He had studied their use in the archives of the Sith - Pyrrhus was very fascinated by history - and he had practiced with and against double-edged staves in the past. What came next, however, was new to him. It started spinning.

To his knowledge, lightsabers weren't supposed to spin. It was a new and fascinating concept, that had him take a step back and eye this exotic weapon carefully, trying to figure it out. That was new. He wouldn't dwell on the technologies of it, that was something to ponder later. What mattered to him was that it existed. He would have to re-engage and find out if technology had provided this Jedi with a superior weapon. Time to experiment with his theories and attempt to recognize its limitations. He hoped what remained true for any weapon was true here as well, that though it might have new strengths, it was also not without its drawbacks. What it shared with the double-bladed lightsaber was that it was still a double-bladed lightsaber. Two blades in each direction; when one was at one location, the other had to be at the opposite. Its spinning masked its location somewhat, but if he could figure that out, its pace, its location, he imagined he would be in a better position. The strength of most exotic weapons were the fact that they were exotic, and most people weren't used to fighting against them.

However, in his pondering and examination of this new weapon, it would appear he had left himself open to an attack with the Force. What the technique was he could only speculate, but he felt as if the heat was drawn from his immediate territory, he could feel the temperature taking a turn for the colder. However, it would appear he was not the main target of this attack, rather it was the very crabs he wore and called armour. However, perhaps the most notable trait of the Yuuzhan Vong and the various Vong sub-species and biots from their galaxy, was that they were outside of the Force. They had no force presence that could be sensed, and were unaffected by Force powers directly targeted at them. Blood in the Vonduun was created from biological processes by the Vonduun. So it stood to reason, that something still existing within the Vong should have the same Force nulling properties. Taking the example of a full-grown Vong, its entire being remained untouched from the Force, there were no beacons spread out within it. It was all a part of the same functioning machinery, their system. The only known Force techniques that seemed somehow exempt from this limitation were variations of Force lightning. And so, it would appear the crabs did not respond entirely as anticipated.

Pyrrhus imagined what she was trying to pull off, freezing his entire armour, was something that would require time and focus, both of which he was currently allowing, in the immediate aftermath of the revelation of Taeli's weapon. Pyrrhus decided he needed to keep up the pressure to prevent Taeli from getting freed up long enough to deliver attacks like that. Time was of the essence, so he would re-engage to make sure she wasn't given more time to work out the complexity of the Vonduun crabs, if such a feat was at all possible. Despite seemingly ineffective, he felt the residue power slide over towards him, having an uncomfortable cooling effect.

Now Pyrrhus stepped in again, back into the game. Taeli's weapon was like a spinning wheel made up out of lightsaber. His first thought was to stab the wheel, force it to a halt. This, while not by itself able to wound Taeli in any way, would hopefully suffice to create an opening for Azurea to exploit. His lightsaber was grasped firmly within his left hand, while his right remained open and at the side, like a snake waiting to be launched. Allowing the Force to guide his timing, he struck with a clean thrust as the spinning blade was coming upwards, tapping on top of it, trying to keep it locked against it. The thrust resembled more the form of Makashi, rather than the Djem So he had used previously. Simultaneously as this happened, it would appear the Togruta Lord had one more trick up his sleeve. Or rather, his companion on his sleeve had. The amphistaff that had up to this point remained silent, now suddenly came to life. There wasn't much movement coming from it, but its head cocked up and it spat up against Taeli's face. The spit of the amphistaff's intended target was Taeli's eyes.