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

[Ali Hadrix]

Galactic Republic​

Supreme Commander Ali Hadrix​

Republic Garrison of Contruum​

0200 Hours (Local Time)​

[member=Draco Vereen]

The fighting continued atop and within the Garrison for the next half hour, with prominent losses on both sides. Even so, the Republic military soon found itself securing the last of the tunnels drilled by the Mandalorians as their forces diminished and their leader fled the battlefield in search of easier foes. The majority of Republic forces that remained inside the Garrison assisted with the gathering of the dead (walking and un-walking alike), while the remaining hundreds of soldiers joined the defense on the outside.

Trex Hartwick attempted to yank his durasteel vibroblade from the neck of a fallen Mandalorian soldier, only to realise it was stuck. He grunted, not expecting the resistance, and pulled again. Nothing. Trex planted his foot against the Mando's armored forehead and pushed while he pulled, but even so, the knife wasn't moving. "Dammit," he muttered and turned the head sideward with a tug of the knife. The serrated backside of the blade was caught in the thinner armor of the neck area, which was made of pretty tough stuff.
"Not tough enough, ya bastard," Trex murmured under his breath, kicking the Mandalorian's head with his boot.
Everyone in Trex's unit had died, the whole platoon. Forced into small rooms and locked up with grenades, cut down by those Titans and their massive cannons, ripped apart by those...savages. Savages...that was the word. Whoever Draco Vereen thought he was, the boy was nothing more than a Sith hound, a savage.
"Hartwick!" A voice called. Trex looked up, wiping the blood from his hands. It was Lori Preters, a woman from his platoon. He grinned and pushed himself up, they embraced, then broke away. Lori was blonde-haired, a Human from Corellia, and had been serving on the Contruum Garrison for almost a year. "Boy is it good to see you alive!" Trex exclaimed, embracing Lori again. Their mutual happiness soon softened, however, as they realised how few of the rest of them had been left alive.
"Between the Mandos, the necromancer, and soldiers simply going mad, there aren't many left." Trex noted, shaking his head. Lori frowned, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and hugging him tight. "It'll be fine, in the end. They're zealots, all of them. Wild animals. We'll put them down, Trex, I swear it. If not for our folks, but for everyone else who just wants to live in this Galaxy." Trex smiled. "Good words, Lor." He muttered.
That's when they felt the ground shake.
"What was that?" Trex asked. Lori shook her head. "I haven't the foggiest." The pair left the area, seeking out their company leadership for their next set of orders. Trex and Lori would go on to live happily ever after.

Deep below the mountain​

In the depths of the earth below the great peak itself, the seismic charges the Mandalorians had planted exploded. Their force was diminished by their use in atmosphere, where atmospheric resistance diluted their strength exponentially with every meter the explosion grew. The weapons would have been perfect for wiping out ground troops on the surface. And with all the space below in the cavern, the majority of the force was directed downward, into open space. As a result, the Garrison shivered slightly, but the mountain remained strong. It was a mountain, afterall.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]Docking Bay D39[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] B (Turn The Tide)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] He, himself and him[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies #2:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] Miss Charitable ( [member="Greta Kohler"] )[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Life was simple.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Well… relatively so - at least for Khaleel in terms of choices. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]There were good choices and bad choices: a bad choice, for example, was killing and maybe dying for a nation that you did not believe in - without any form of payment or net gain. A good choice would be seeing an opportunity to leave with your life, without exerting a lot of effort and actually gaining something in the progress of it all.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]That was Khal’s general mind process when he stated the following.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Sounds fun, I will escort you - by the sounds of it my ship ain’t gonna be repaired anytime soon anyway.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]He would gesture for her to walk with him, in the meanwhile speaking a few commands to his men to regroup and focus their attention on different targets.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“You can call me Walker.” now [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]that[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] name held meaning - she might not be aware of it, but anyone with some movements in the Primeval or Hutt Space would be aware of that name… and what it meant.[/SIZE]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Location: The Killing Fields
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Gear: Lightsaber x2, Blade of the Satvas

The spinning blade of the Jedi Master deflected Darth Azurea’s strike, which threw the Sith Knight backwards somewhat, but instead of flailing, she steadied herself still crouching, close to Taeli’s flanks, shifting on her heels and waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Glancing over at her Togruta teacher, she saw a look of confusion clouding his features. Although for a split second, she worried that he was being overtaken by some type of Mind Control, he regained his composure and pressed on, the blades locking and causing an irritating, claws-on-a-chalkboard noise as they collided. The unusual weapon was going to be difficult to fend off.

As Pyrrhus went high, his amphistaff spitting poisionous venom onto the lightsiders’s delicate, pale face, Azurea used one last burst of energy to enact a vicious a Force pull, attempting to yank the Jedi’s legs out from under her. As soon as that was in motion, the Sith Knight reached for her razor-sharp Blade of the Satvas, clutched it in her firm grip and sent a lunging strike towards Taeli's calf muscle, trying to breach the armor, flesh and bone.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75-v18pFi-U[/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
• Stolen Jedi Lightsaber (Blue)

Now he was getting mad.

She once again attempted to throw him away with her telekinetic mastery, like some piece of refuge thrown to the wayside to be forgotten and trod upon. He was a God amidst his people, a Sith to be placed above all others, and he was the King of the Killing Zone!

HE WOULD NOT BE DENIED.

He encased himself in a layer of protection, shielding himself against the worst of her telekinetic onslaught as he forged his way forward towards the heart of the storm. The anger rose in him, his gut burning with a wrenching agony that whirled up through him like a tempest to sweep away all vestiges of weakness within him. Pain would not stop him, nor would this unrelenting telekinetic storm that sought to tear him from his feet and fling him into the horizon. Another heavy step brought him closer to his target, but then a sudden gust of power sent him sliding back roughly five more paces, and he snarled in agitation as his progress was perpetually hampered by the vile vixen he sought to murder.

He was getting nowhere by trying to reach Siobhan on his own, he would always be pushed back and he would tire far more quickly than she would. He needed to think outside the box, come up with a different method of engaging her directly rather than pussy-foot around it. And thus is where he conjured forth the idea on which to perhaps even the playing field some, or perhaps even tip the scales directly in his favor. He reached out towards Siobhan, his hands flexing as he decided to add his own telekinetic power into the mix. He fixated on her, but rather than wrapping her in a cocoon of energy to fling her around all willy-nilly, he instead formulated his telekinesis into an extremely powerful shove to hit her from behind and send her hurtling towards him.

Where his lightsaber waited insatiably.

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Objective A: The Killing Fields​

Location: On Contruum​

Allies: There might be some in the area​

Enemies: [member="Barrien Siegfried"], enemies of The One Sith​

Bright blue flashes of lights rippled through the clouds above. Seconds later answered by the rumbling of thunder. The abhorred weather conditions of course threatened to release rain upon the felids below.

Down below though, the ground. The ancient decaying remains of a battle field. The Killing Fields, so fittingly named. Patches of bone and steal had littered the ground before them. Defenders and attackers all alike. More and more fresh new bodies fell staining the already cursed soil. Screams of pain, blaster bolts, and the clashing of lightsabers rang out through the air. A haunting tune sung serenading Bogan. Celebrating to all the coming of the darkness as it washes over the land once more.

Bogan, the darkness thrashed about! It kicked and screamed! It churned! Bix’s blood leaped into new heights of adulation!​

Her last victim lay upon the ground. He had died originally from the first impact of her elbow plate. The neck had shattered from the jarring impact. Over and over again she had repeated the brutal assault. The face of the victim was no longer recognizable. She was consumed by the blood lust. Her heart soared ever higher. She felt indestructible.

The soul of Garith Darkhold burned brightly in her heart. It once again felt purpose. It found freedom in the truth of it. This is what she was meant for. This is what the soul of Garith Darkhold was meant for!​

​

Rising to her feet, the body of the dead Jedi lay between her legs. Her blaster rifle still lay to the man’s left side. Suddenly though, a revolting feeling turned her stomach. Anger, she felt anger fill entire being! Turning to the direction of the offense. It was a duel or what should have been a duel. She could not explain why. She just felt the overwhelming felling. The manipulation of the darkside was thick in the air. Manipulating Bix’s blood lust to do its wickedness to that one man.

Her left hand pointed at Barrien Siegfried, while in her right a saber ignited. The pop and the hiss of a crimson blade was a punctuation to the clear message of her intention. “THERE WIll BE NO PEACE NOW OR EVER”, her words boomed over the battle field. Words she believed to be all of her own.

Enthralled with the burning rage she charged. Each foot fall increased with speed. Sundering all bone in her wake. Her sword raised high, she was ready to strike. To strike with a powerful crippling blow.

Bix’s Equipment:​

Infantry Armor MK II​

X2 Standard Lightsabers (red)​

BTI-WB “Woebringer” Heavy Blaster Pistol​

BTI-CC13 Blaster Rifle​

X 2 extra clips BTI-EOU Power Cells (Plug N Fire)​

X 2 BTI HEX Fragmentation Grenade​

 

[Reverance]

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

Equipment:

Spoiler

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEEasR7hVhA​

(nsfw)​

​

A mind that sees picturesque, it had been so long since he needed to think for a fight. But as he pressed his back against the durasteel column, the voxyn al'do watching the force unfold, he envisioned in his mind's eye where the bugs might travel and deviate. It was then that the force erupted from the beings very presence and at first, Gabriel would have smirked at the attempt to impact the Yuuzhan Vong beetles with the force. Something they were inherently immune to, if not entirely disconnected. When the blast bug was impacted, hitting the ceiling bulkhead by the sounds of it, he was nearly beside himself at the expression of the power. It would take a tremendous amount of energy and training, particularly in regards to the Vong, to influence the Nang Hul and Blast bug in such manner. Perhaps this presence, whatever it was, was more experienced with Yuuzhan Vong combat then one might first suspect.

Nevertheless, the damage against the hand echoed out in a near explosion of kinetic impact ricocheting outward. The sort that leaves a man smiling behind the shell of the Vonduun, if he weren't busy coming out from the column in a full sprint, Chom-Huun ignited in his voxyn hand. The force quaked as he simultaneously focused a sharp force pull, wrapping around the forward leg of the armored droid, pulling it from in front of him and out. As he closed the distance, assuming the force pull was successful, he would strike out with the speed of a powered suit and the force, aiming a horizontal slice, from the opponents left to right. The beam, if unhindered and true, would cut across middle just at the mid line of the respective chest. It was his dominant hand, the right arm, the would engage this opponent and be vanguard to the onslaught that would soon follow.

But even more so, it was the animosity that powered him now. Not that he held any opinion of this figure, collectively, but in this moment: he hated every fiber and metal. And that fuel waged this war for him.

 

[Kira Talith]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: On Contruum
Allies: Talith Family Group and Jedi
Enemies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] COME AT MEH BRAH
Music: BANGARANG!
Gear!: (cause i forgot to link it >.>) Regular blue and grey robes! One waterproof lightsaber! My necklace! No more flyaways Hair Pins!


So here they were.

Within the mud, and the blood, and the Tsasibola!

Grunts came from the diminutive woman, and by far this was a comedic situation as good as any. With the woman's longer legs from hip to toe, she had the advantage of reach, and lock her she did with legs as long as the Kessel Run. The mud at least saved the Jedi Master from a choke, making her as wiggly as a mud plastered mud fish within Ophidia's grasp.

"Oh no you don't!" the high pitched growl came from the Jedi in a series of grunts, huffs, and splattered of mud crusted blonde hair. Mr. Tsasibola wasn't one to enjoy being ignored, and he came at her with another hiss and a jab. Sharp teeth came at her, and like a woman duking it out against a shark, Kira Gibb's smacked the ever living poison snot out of the critter.

BAM!

It was that epic momma smack down that younglings fear when caught redhanded in the cookie jar - not that Kira was a violent woman, this was all for comedic description after all! - every intention of using blunt trauma to hopefully knock the snake out.

Her saber went slipping on the side, the red and white crablike leg lost in the scuffle. Just... need... to... grab...

AH HAH!

Yeah, that was when the tiny Jedi Master attempted to grab a hold of the woman's arms. Even if she didn't succeed, her entire body now became a conduit of the Force.

A massive surge of energy would rip from her entire being, overloading in a master shove of the Force in a surge of a massive stasis field around and through the woman. It was the highest level Force stun the woman was capable of, her specialties laying in stuns and roots. Every intention went into potentially shoving the woman into a non harmful, brief, catatonic state.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: On Contruum
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Bix Slisia"]

The apprentice fled the field when Barrien refused to give way. A curious notion that one could be so cowardly as to flee a battle that was not lost. Perhaps the man was just lazy, and didn't wish to take the time for a true battle when he saw that his opponent was no pushover. In the end it mattered little to Barrien because it meant, either way, that he had successfully kept one of the Sith from winning the day, which was enough to make him feel his presence had been worthwhile.

The feeling didn't last long.

Immediately his senses were assaulted with the feeling of death and despair. A powerful darkness was closing upon him. He turned and reached his hand out, calling his previously thrown saber back to him. It had deactivated when it struck the ground, so he clipped it to his belt without any hesitation. Then he faced the coming onslaught.

It bellowed at him. It being what he believed was a woman, though there was a strange mystery wrapped about it in the Force. It chilled him to the bone, but he resolved to not back down, even if he should perish.

"Force taketh me quietly if I must go."

The woman charged with abandon. He reacted by drawing on the energy of the Force and coalescing it upon his hand, the one not currently holding his double bladed saber, and unleashed the energy at the approaching woman, aimed mostly at stopping her charge, but also hopefully in tumbling her a bit. Mostly he wanted to slow her down if at all possible. He needed to assess the situation before she came in and overwhelmed him as he was certain was her intent.

Gear:
1x Single Blade Saber
1x Double Blade Saber
1x Republic Trooper Armor (standard)

 

[Disciple]

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

There was a struggle, then there was a struggle snuggle. This was neither. This was a struggle for life and not-being-stabbed. In one corner, Davin, the Mandalorian, reigning contender for 'getting the kark out of here.' In the other, Astaire, the crazy guy with the knife. He wasn't even sure what was going on right now, really, he just knew they were still close and there was a momentary lapse in which the man summoned up the Force to throw a Force Push towards Vrag.

Well, if he was gonna be distracted, may as well make it count!

So pushing himself forward to make sure he's still holding onto his quarry, irregardless of punches to the face or otherwise, he tries stabbing the man in the lower back where the armor doesn't cover completely. There was always weak points. Just had to stab them.

 

[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


Curses! Now the evil Sith Lord was using her own power against her. Verily, this was heresy, a sacrilege. Even worse, it bordered on copyright infringement. Suffice to say, it was quite accurate to postulate that Siobhan was taken by surprise and caught off-guard by the telekinetic assault that was suddenly sent slamming towards her.


Abruptly she was propelled forward and sent hurtling towards the Sith. Her own mastery of telekinesis and defensive techniques reduced the punishment her back suffered, though she felt a painful ache and her back still howled in protest. Ouch. But she was nonetheless sent flying towards him like a human bullet. A human bullet that was encased from head to toe in beskar'gam. Rather than try to slow down the speed or even twist in mid-air she devoted her power towards intensifying it so that she was tossed with the speed of an artillery round.


Right towards his lightsabre. As chance would have it, the blade did indeed hit her, but it could not penetrate her armour and slid down to a joint, causing a bit of burning there. But Siobhan had not remained idle during all this. Her sonic shotgun, having leapt into her grasp, roared, firing a high-intensity sonic blast towards his face and what was left of his helmet, with a force strong enough to shatter solid objects. Dodging would be...difficult given the close range, though his power might mitigate the impact, but then it was not her focus. At the same time she channelled the energies of the Force through her hand and unleashed a massive telekinetic punch directed towards Kaine's head, aiming to ram him in the face with titanic force. WHAM

 

[Erinyes Draclau]

Objective: Beloved Skorn
Location: On Contruum A: The Killing Fields
Allies: [member="Skorn Draclau"]
Enemies: [member="Skorn Draclau"]( [member="Archon Kaan"] )
Music: Lelianna's Song

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/EAANKFPchtA

He stood there before her, a man of the mists, a creature such as she.

Erinyes knew what was to come. It tortured her as it soothed. It filled her with longing and frustration. With the frustration came a bittersweet ache that would carve itself across her cerulean skin. She loved him. And he her. It bleed from his being, as much as any being with a dark heart could love. Love was not so lofty an emotion and was wrongly thought exclusive to those of the Light. For where love could be tender, and compassionate, sot too could it be a complicated sea. For love could be as dark as the Nine Hells, as enslaving as death, as vengeful as a righteous cause.

"Skorn," her voice was low and soft, like a lullaby, sailing over with the soothing flow of water as a summer's rain. In that single word, that single plea would radiate her affection, her heartache, her desire to hold him close. To carry him away, far to where no one else could ever harm him again. To where she could kiss his brow, slip him in her embrace, shelter him from all that would ail him so. From their past. From their father. From the blood tainted Dragon throne they were cursed to wage war over.

Rain water would ripple over the Draclau's physique, like fine silver rivulets that would carve against his pale skin. His eyes, his eyes were twin golden embers set against the angular visage. Eyes that when angry, when channeling the the wrath of his power, the gold would change into a bright crimson hue, as if the furnace fires that had once claimed their kingdom lived therein.

They were all that would linger of him. Their kind were mercurial by nature, able to shift into any form they so desired. So while the long alabaster hair would plaster against his head, wet locks flanking that hawkish face, she knew, knew, by the energy, the vibrancy pouring off of him that it was he. He was primal and strong, alluring and frightening all at the same time. The hands that would strike savagely with a lightsaber were the same that had tenderly held her within his arms.

Her heart beat fast, and the moment was pregnant with tension. Thick, gesticulating within that womb. Despite the open plain, despite the battle that raged on around them, the moment seemed so intimate.

One foot would would step before the other, and the distance would cut short between he and she. Others might warn her, call her to turn back, to halt her progress. To be wary.

Yet she could not waver from the one that stood before her. Perhaps this had been the curse of their mother, fated to fall for the one who would only be her demise. Her ruin. Her death.

Her beloved.


"I have yearned for thee." a tear slipped down her cheek. Her lips trembled and her fingers curled with the desire to latch upon his own.


Lightning flashed. Thunder boomed with an echo that would resonate to the very bones. And a slender hand would extend, reaching forward, sliding to cup the cheek of her brother Skorn.

 

[Vrag]

Location: Shipyards
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Drana'stair'eno"] | One Sith
Enemies: @Davin Skirata | [ [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Khaleel Malvern"] | [member="Sirus"] | [member="Micah Talith"] ] 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=cSkqscB9j4I​

She saw the movement, and knew more from practice than consequence as to what would follow; experience didn't disappoint, and as the wave of Force swept over the Hand, the woman furthered her step and rotated her front foot outward to avoid losing her balance. The Ygdris reeled, momentarily confused by its wearer's minute change of course, but doubled down nonetheless for what was about to come.

Her thrust would continue undeterred, and was now likely less than a hair's breadth away from the arm he had crossed over, the searing beam just about to sink into the plate and flesh and flesh again, until the mandalorian sizzled away on her blade like a piece of rare meat.

Going for the proverbial double tap, the woman would add a swing from her hip on a whim, utilizing what little momentum she'd been lent by the Force push to try and chop at that same right arm of her opponent with the beskad, certain that the fabled mandalorian metal would cleave through bodyglove and bone alike with little issue.

It was made for killing, after all.

--​

Well, this seemed to be it. The final stretch; the green mile before they kicked down the door for good and painted the whole thing red and black. It was important, flying your colors, after all. A nice Sith cog across the side of the massive station to make sure that nobody could miss who was the new boss, and their work here would be done.

Almost there, but not quite.

P-11 cursed a few times in Yuuzhan Vong as a number of bolts sang past his helmeted head, leaving melted holes in the metal walls of the corridor. Imagining even for a moment that it could've been his face was all Og'riq needed as incentive to push forth with doubled effort, lobbing a few ravenous bugs low above the floor only to surprise the barricaded soldiers with a few resounding bangs.

The wet flop of flesh meeting the metal followed not long after as bits of those soldiers fell back down again, and the pair of Parkeljni swept deeper, moving ever closer to their final destination. P-4 still served as perfect distraction, scaring the already terrified opposition with her borrowed appearance, and it wasn't entirely uncommon to see some of them turn tail and retreat to the next cover.

But there was only so far they could run.

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Objective A: The Killing Fields​

Location: On Contruum​

Allies: There might be some in the area.​

Enemies: [member="Barrien Siegfried"]​

​

The defensive kinetic energy vigorously met the charging force of the Sith. All forward motion was stopped. Yet the rage of the Sith was strong. Was it pure instinct as her willpower exerted kinetic energies to stop her from being fully knocked back by the Force Push? In a dramatic move of motion she took one, then two steps backwards… as her kinetic energies battled Barrien’s.

On the third step backwards the two colliding energies were no more. ‘How dare he’, was more of emotion then a thought. That enjoyable thought was stolen. The thought of driving her blade downward through the Jedi’s body. It resulted in a dramatic tantrum as she leaned back arms outstretched. The exertion involuntary, a scream of frustration and rage amplified through the Force.

The fit manifested in the form of a shock wave that rippled outward from her body. The kinetic flung bone, metal, and mud viciously. Some had braced for the assault. Others were taken by surprise. Lost in the rage she was begging to be a danger to all around her, regardless if they were friend or foe.

Bix distract by a new challenge could not see who was assaulted by her involuntary scream. Considerable damage was done to her helm. The hud flickered and then failed. Her Oxygen was cut off. She desperately reached with her free hand to rip it off. There hissing popping sound as she unclamped it and pulled it off. Was he still there? Was he preparing to strike? Now clear to see she looked for her prey.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: On Contruum
Allies: Uh?
Enemies: [member="Bix Slisia"]

Success was bittersweet. He stopped her long enough to assess. Battle armor. A myriad of energy weapons. Lightsabers. Miscellaneous other gear that he wasn't overly concerned with at the moment considering she was still standing. He twirled his saber as he watched her, but he wasn't at all prepared for what she was about to do. All he could do was stare at her and prepare for the coming battle, now that he knew what, exactly, she was carrying.

It wasn't going to be enough to save him in this fight. He learned that quickly enough.

The horror of her scream, unleashed not just vocally but through the Force, was enough to send him fluttering away. In mid flight he turned off his blade lest he end up harming himself or someone else. He tumbled and rolled, skittering across the ground and scraping skin free from his already burnt and scarred face. More facial wounds. Just what he needed. It could be healed, though. He knew the skill of the Jedi healers and the medical droids. They had amazed him the first time he'd been injured after arriving from Oaken Dawn.

For a moment he lay sprawled on the ground, dazed and confused. What was that power? He'd not seen anything like it before. Blood trickled down his face and ran into his eye and he blinked before realizing this was still a battlefield. He pushed himself back to his feet and called his saber, which had fallen when he landed, back to his hand. The Sith was facing him, no longer wearing a helmet, and he determined that it was, indeed, a woman. Not an unattractive one either. He frowned, curious as to what demons possessed her. What had driven her to the life of power? What was her motivation for her madness? He needed answers.

Activating his saber, both ends shooting out yellow, he assumed a soresu defensive stance.

"What fell beast driveth thee, woman? Why partake in anger?"

 

[Darth Ophidia]

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

This woman slapped her Tsaisi. Darth Ophidia did not appreciate people who slapped her Tsaisibola. Nor did the Tsaisibola enjoy being on the receiving end of slapstick. After being smothered in the grapple and slapped when trying to deliver its deadly bite, the flat-bodied serpent detached itself to find a more advantageous position from which it could aid its master and harm that foul, mud-drenched, slap-giving creature.

The Rattataki was too busy wrestling. When the Jedi slapped her Tsaisibola, Ophidia decided to jerk up and grant a Corellian-kiss (a head-butt) to the diminutive woman. While the Sith Lord was a slender figure, she had a strong core. Tension ran through her like a wave as she tightened her legs around Kira’s sides and her abdomen curled as her head whipped forward to introduce the hard, rounded, metal surface of her helmet to the Jedi’s facial structure. No one slapped her serpents without retribution.

However, in this motion, she did not have time to prepare for the succeeding Force-Attack the Jedi had prepared for her. If the Jedi could resume her spell before or after the attempted head-butt, then Darth Ophidia was open to the momentary catatonic state. She had not encountered many such techniques in the past, and as such, was less than prepared for it. Generally, people died before they could see her and did not have a chance to make elaborate stunning attacks. Life was full of new experiences.

Meanwhile, the Tsaisibola slithered out of the danger zone and circled the mudwrestling, looking for a clearly non-sithy limb, as it was trained to do.

 

[Komo]

Location: Vicinity of Control centre (Space Station)
Objective: B (Take over Space Station of Shipyards)
Allies: She, herself and her, Mister Walker ([member="Khaleel Malvern"])
Enemies: Republic Defenders

The stranger introduced himself as Walker. That was great. Now that Greta had a name to know him by, she no longer had to call him the Stranger. The name rang no bells to her, and the Sith knight knew no significance of the name, it just another name to her, but at least it was a name. This Walker then said that he would indeed be joining her and it sounded fun. Now, that made for a strange turn of events indeed. Instead of having an enemy to fight, she now had an ally to fight with. Life worked in the strangest ways. She totally had to update that message later in her Spacebook account.

What? Who said Sith weren't allowed to have Spacebook accounts? Her newest ally gestured for her to follow him, but she would ignore the gesture, instead running past him heading towards the direction of the control centre. It was done not to snub him but done in her eagerness to get her mission over and done with. If he was really interested in coming, he would follow anyway. Aided by the force, she dashed towards the location of her Firebats, their current locations displayed in her helmet's HUD in holographic format.

As Greta arrived at her location, she could see what remained of her troops hunkering behind madeshift fortifications as they took aimed shots at the Republic defenders. They had performed very well despite being heavily outnumbered, but were now paying the price for such a difference. The Sith knight had arrived though, and she was here to get the job done, with or without her new ally in tow.

 

[Aston Jacobs]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: Contruum-Witch ain't gonna get none of this good stuff!
Allies: Galactic Republic
Enemies: The One Sith-[member="Revy Khai"]

The Jedi closed his eyes for a moment to catch a deep breath and thus exhale slowly as his eyes opened to find the boulder hurtling towards him, Aston held his lightsaber to his side, seemingly defeated. And it would seem that he was going to take the hit, but at the last second the boulders separated and moved apart just narrowly missing the Jedi Padawan. They both passed by harmlessly on either side of him as he opened his eyes and just stared at the witch.

This wasn't the end, Aston still had fight left in him. However as did this witch, and it became apparent that this witch wanted something more,something that the Jedi couldn't quite put his finger on. He stood by, his saber at his side as he edge closer towards the witch, waiting for her next move. Looking to see what her plan was, it was more than just here for this planet.

"You will not win." Aston said taking another deep breath as he got into a ready stance, his hand ready at one side and his lightsaber ready with the other. Should she seek this with more force aptitude, he would draw this fight inward. Close enough to take her out with the sword.

 

[Sinistra]

Location: Grid 33, over the ridgeline away from the garrison.
Controller: Sinistra
Forces: Sin's forces

Spoiler

TOE:
Southern command (Grid 33)
Alpha & Bravo Batteries, Tannhauser (8 per battery, 16 total)
Charlie, Delta, Echo Batteries, Lohengrin (14 per battery, 42 total)
10 x Phaedra Squadron (3 each)
10 x Croesus Squadron (3 each)

Northern Reinforements (Grid 3)
Foxtrot & Golf Batteries, Tannhauser (8 per battery, 16 total)
Hotel, India, & Juliett Batteries, Lohengrin (14 per battery, 42 total)
10 x Phaedra Squadron (3 each)
10 x Croesus Squadron (3 each)

Western Reinforements (Grid 14)
Kilo & Lima Batteries, Tannhauser (8 per battery, 16 total)
Mike, November, & Oscar Batteries, Lohengrin (14 per battery, 42 total)
10 x Phaedra Squadron (3 each)
10 x Croesus Squadron (3 each)

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

Isamu's forces

Spoiler

First Wave:
21,000 x Soldiers
8 x AT-AW
20 x Tartoros Walker
10 x Phaedra Squadron (3 each)
10 x Croesus Squadron (3 each)
5 x Lohengrin Squadrons (5 each)
1 x Tannhauser Squadron (5 each)

Objective: C
Allies: OS peeps all over the place
Opponents: [member="Ali Hadrix"][member="Jaccer Ramirez"]

Grid 33
At the same time, high above the passes of the artillery and AA fire, over the heads of the Republic fighters that were strafing the fields, 60 K-Wings were letting loose their payloads, 600 concussion bombs dropping down on Grid 33 to disrupt the Sith offensive. As the bombs dropped from clear space into the engagement zone airspace, the bombs began to come under the fire of the AA guns and the parabolic artillery shells. Some of it on purpose as Sinistra's spotters and radar had identified the incoming freefalling wave of bombs however some of it surely was friendly fire and a lack of communications.

Gulliver chuckled as the many of the concussion bombs went off overhead, knocking the artillery shells off target, not only for them but for the Republic as well. Some of the rain of concussion bombs would pepper the mountain side leading up to the peak, taking out anyone heading her way, be it friend or foe. A couple of the bombs hit near enough or detonated overhead close enough that she lost 3 of the Croesus and 4 of the Phaedra, but otherwise as soon they could retarget and hire, they were given leave to do so.

Sinistra shouted orders to get mortars in place and to pepper the mountainside in order to keep her enemy blinded to the south.

Grid 29
Despite the repeated heavy fire on the hangar openings at the south of the garrison, some LAAT gunships managed to make it out and head toward the southeast where Baelor's forces occupied the wide wash south of the lake. 3 of the Lohengrin would be ready for them as they were easy to follow by the fister on the peak.

The LAAT and Varren's fighters would find themselves beneath a firestorm of 600 bombs dropped from high by 60 K-Wings. As with grid 33, the parabolic artillery shelling from both sides, in combination with the AA fire, and the overabundance of friendly targets freefalling to the surface duplicated the effect of grid 33 and a vast majority of the bombs were taken out by the explosions of other bombs, artillery shells, and AA fire.

Sinistra watched the reports coming with incredulity as a low altitude bombing run and a high altitude carpet bombing were ordered for the same targets on Grid 29. Either there was a severe lack of communications or as Gulliver put it, "If you're not willing to shell your own position, you aren't prepared to win."

Although once again, there were plenty of the bombs that never made it to the ground, a few peppered around grid 29 and 35, the troops on the ground, taking the hardest hits. In addtion to the troop loses, a missile or two from the LAAT's found their marks. The commander reported to Sinistra that there were losses, including 1 of the Tartoros walkers, 4 of the Croesus, 4 of the Phaedra and 1 Tannhauser.

Grid 14
If not for the observers at grid 3 and , the commander at 14 might not have had much of a warning as 6 K-Wings crested the mountains to their north and launched their armaments at the western reinforcements. Oscar battery had been loaded and flakking since drop and it was ready of the appearance of the bombers, however, it was not a fast tracker so as they cleared the airspace, Oscar would flak their less armored and shielded engine ports.

However, the Croesus and Phaedra were easily able to compensate the burst of speed a K-Wing was capable of and turn their flak guns and laser cannons on the bombers. Some of the return fire was able to take out the incoming missles and torpedos, but not all would escape damage as 3 Croesus were destroyed along with 2 Phaedra.

At all locations
Despite some losses, the artillery batteries continue their barrage on the garrison enplacements, and mortar teams are deployed to discourage the movement of FO's towards any of the command posts under Sinistra's command in 33,35/29, and 14.

Summary:

• Grid 33 losses in AA guns
• Grid35/29 losses 1 walker, troops, 1 arty gun, some AA guns
• GRid 14 losses in AA guns.
• All locations continue to shell the arty emplacements at the garrison
• Mortar teams are deployed at 14, 33 and 29 to discourage enemies eyes on their locations.

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Objective A: The Killing Fields​

Location: On Contruum​

Allies: The One Sith​

Enemies: [member="Barrien Siegfried"]​

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There was the next victim! Finally being able to see, that is after she had taken off her helm. He had returned to his feet. Bix stalked forward. Each step, as she moved forward was aggressive. When she came closer, if he was watching she changed her stance to the soresu form. “Why partake”, she scoffed at the notion of why she was even asked.

Carefully she moved around his right. Each step maintain a balance. She decided to play along for the moment. “Why not”, still moving about she gauged her adversary worthiness. “Do you not enjoy the thrill of battle? The feeling of not knowing if you will life to see another day? Or the exhilaration triumph you feel pitting yourself your strength verves another? Listen to it Jedi”, she was still continuing to move around him. Her strike could come at any moment or his. “Listen to the battle all around. It calls out. I know you can feel it. Give in to it!” She was going to give him the chance to speak. To decide to give in or even to try to pointlessly debate

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Objective B, Space
Gear: In signature (Grenades 2x Force Breakers, 2x EMP Grenades, 2x Anti-Force User Flash Bangs)
Objective: Fight somebody
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Republic
NPC: 1 Dude, but largely just a fluff piece.

Leaving from the ground which had soured into a quagmire, the shuttle rose into orbit, docking with the Mythosaur that hung there. The mighty ship sat away from the battle and hung over the battlefield like a great beast waiting to gorge itself on the bodies of the fallen once the battle was over.

“Aten, our brothers on the ground fair well, but I believe we are needed elsewhere. Ready us a pair of Aquila’s to take to the warzone. Their stealth capabilities should allow the two of us to get where we may be needed.”

The young man nodded, taking up his helmet and locking it into place on his head. “Oya, Drahr’buir. My blade is yours to command as always.” He said, stretching. He was capable and that is why I wanted him along. “I will have the fighters made ready.”

“Good. I will reach out to our employers to see where it is they need us most.” Reaching out was a strong term. In reality when we arrived in the area I would simply telepathically communicate with someone who could tell us more info about the battle.

I spent the few moments it takes to prep Starfighters to rearm from the fight on the ground. As always, I wore my armor equipped with the appropriate Anti-Force User Loadout. To be fair, it was much more Anti-Enemy loadout but it worked fine. Ion Beamer, Charric, Cyroban Gun, and a second Ion Beamer. A couple grenades sat nestled in the Bodo Baas gunbelt, Force Breakers, EMP, Flash Bangs. Pistols hung there too, even though I almost never used them anymore. The two swords I carried were positioned in their scabbards across my back and Taak’Shukur lay on the floor ready as always.

Once the pair of starfighters were made ready Aten and I mounted up and took off into the void of space, running quiet and clean towards the fighting. Most likely we would be participating in some form of boarding action. “Let’s go Aten. We shall see what awaits us in the void.”