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

[Revy Khai]

Objective A
Location: Killing Fields, gonna get this Jai Maleling and capture him for a breeding mate
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Aston Jacobs"]

​A wolfish grin came upon the battleworn Nightsister.

The Jai was wearying, it was in his body, in the way he hung his shoulders. Yes, he will be mine soon enough, Revy would muse, her bright crimson eyes enjoying the view of the maleling coming at her.

"You have fight in you, Jai." she would state in broken Basic, thick with an accent and reveling in the fact. "You will serve me well." she promised, the lust in her eyes making them glow like twin furnaces to the forge.

Three meters. Two. Blood dripped from her hand, and a flow of chants came from her lips then. Primal power rose, and again, the thick currents of Spirit Ichor were manipulated. The seeds that had been cast onto the earth, watered by the storm, had all but scattered. But the spell from earlier had taken root. A hand that held her saber shoved the chants down onto the ground, and a sudden surge of vines erupted from under the Jai. They would lash out to grab at his legs, and his arms. seeking to capture him in place and tie him fast so he could not move.


At the same time, her blooded hand went snapping at his direction. Her blood would sail to scatter across his face.

 

[Nerius]

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

Nerius still sat in the mud, his armor making soft tinkling sounds with each droptlet. As it was, he was basically healed, yet he still did not rise, but instead looked over to watch the fight for a moment.

When he heard Mullarus speak, Nerius held a hand out, using telekinesis to grip at Ella's lightsaber hilt. With that, he jerked back, tugging at the same time through the Force. His hopes were to open her defense, and let her be wounded enough to actually be damaging - she seemed the type that some small thing would mean nothing to. She would need a lot to cause her to fall.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

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

The music of a nose crunching under metal sang through Darth Ophidia’s helmet and filled her with morbid delight. She reared back to gain new momentum and give the Jedi a second blow, fully intending to cave in that pretty face with sheer brutality. However, as she reared back and the Jedi flopped over in pain, the Rattataki found herself thrown away by a force-push. She tried to correct herself in the air and land on her feet so to be ready to fight while her opponent was down, but found that she could not.

Ophidia found herself dazed, stunned even. She flew through the air in a catatonic state. All she could do was watch the dark sky and the silhouettes of battle, while the mud jumped up to grasp her in its wet embrace. On every third inhalation, the Sith Lord initiated a test to see if she could get up. She had no idea how this ability worked or for how long, but she would not let it make her complacent with laying down.

Meanwhile, the Tsaisibola saw its master and her filthy opponent part ways. If Tsaisi had humour, then it would be quite amused by how the filthy head-slapper was slapped in the head with hard-skin. Camouflaging itself in the mud, it slithered through the mud and towards the blonde not-the-master to deliver a bite to the leg.

 

[Darth Isolda]

Location: The Killing Fields
Objective: Blood Sacrifice
Allies: Vahl, [member="Betiliena Sudrenus"]
Enemies: The Republic

Spoiler: Music: Imperatrix Mundi

https://youtu.be/OReD336-ghw

Blood for the Goddess.

Blood for the One.

Blood will baptize this field into a nexus of the Darkside.

Few knew of the depths of utter devastation Contruum had fared long ago at the hand of Darth Odium, Isolda's former apprentice. It was here that the Republic had lay to waste millions of souls in one of the bloodiest battles, creating a wound in the Force. Odium had come to leech that very power from the ground, sealing it within the crystal heart he created to trap the wretched souls of the dead.

Isolda would do the same here.

A wolfish grin would rip across the Eye of the Dark Lord's angular visage. She stood within the protection of the Handmaidens, and touching upon the ground, the earth would shudder at the draw of power. Every death, every drop of blood, would be her fuel. The Ember was a cult of sacrifice, of a blood price.

Contruum would be that blood price.

The dark inky tips of her fingers would twitch every slightly as the intricate tattoos decorated over her skin began to pulse. Like liquid ink under her flesh, they slowly began to move, slithering like vile serpents within the dermis.

In that instant, she opened her mind to the depths and currents of the Force, letting it seep into her very soul. Orbs of a solid shining black stared up into the stormy heavens. There was no pupil, no white, nothing. She appeared to be blind, yet she could see everything, every crack upon the stone ceiling, to the smallest dint. It was extraordinary vision. True seeing.

The Mark of the Dark Lord pulsed at her back, throbbing with an exquisite pleasure pain. The writhing tattoos over her body swirls and ripped through her flesh like thorns, drawing beads of crimson blood.

Power rose through her like a rising wind, her arms falling back. A voice from the depths of her seemingly manic mind whispered in the dark. Truth.

T̷o͡d̸ay̧ ̷we de͠ĺi͡ve͘r̛ s̛ubm̴iss͠ion.͞.͢.҉

Those words were pulsing through the Eye of the Dark Lord’s mind as the Chosen of Vahl wrapped the Darkside of the Force like a death shroud. The power of the Darkside was coursing through her veins like a white hot putrid ooze, flowing and dancing through her nervous system until every cell within her body was consumed by that dark energy.

Then, she shoved that energy into the very ground beneath her, her face erupting in a twisted mass of pleasure as she wove the incantation to please the Goddess of Destruction.

 

[Yurzhoc Shai]

Location: Upon the killing fields
Objective: Objective A
Allies: One Sith, Legion Yun'Do
Enemies: None

Equipment:

Spoiler

Chom-Huun
Vonduun Skerr Kyrric
Amphistaffhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Amphistaff
Nang Hul Worm
Blorash jellyhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Blorash_jelly, Firejelly, Magma pebbles, Plasma eel
Thud bugshttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Nang_hul, Razor bugs, Blast bugs, Snap bugs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5abamRO41fE​

​

Filed teeth formed rows in a smile, the sort that mimicked a leer upon the battlefield. Through the chasms of bones and warbeasts left from battles past, the footsteps of the enemy would stomp against dry soil. Their shuffles, their war cries, sweet symphony to the ears of the Warrior. Simon wagged, scrapping the ground with it's worm like tail. The beast was a new addition to the family but one welcomed, as it gave a spring in the step of the armor, Slim.

Warm hands clutched Stebbles against perspiring skin, gripping it with a two fold stance as the large figure began to move through the battlefield. Within moments, upon solid grounding, he pressed off the bones of a failed creature and stabbed forward, tip of the amphistaff piercing through metallic armor and flesh and back out. "Good Stebbles..." Yurzhoc spoke as he felt the quiver of the beast, the dying pulse of the slain foe tremoring up the surface of the weapon. With a gesture of his hand, the amphistaff went limp and yanked free from the shaking corpse as he ran forward, swinging the weapon across as a whip, striking the surface of a helmet. The glass shattered beneath his strength and sent the enemy toppling over in a hand-less cartwheel. Sending cut etches across the rib cage of a warbeast behind him, the monster coiled back upon the circle, before finding the forearm of the warrior once more.

He smiled, they were still alive, but not for long. No, there was no place on this holy land for heretics and blasphemers. The Yun'O would have none of it, and more importantly, neither would Yurzhoc. For the Shai domain, he would share an ounce of pain and take his pound of flesh as payment.

​

 

[Iziz]

Location: Killing Fields
Objective: Destroy Sith
Allies: OS
Enemies: GR [member="James Mathison"]

Iziz's opponent was quick on the draw, leaping over him in time with the tail so to barely escape its attack, darting to a side as he did so to avoid the attack as part way through his jump due to the Jawa's much smaller axis it would have caught him half way through were the man not careful. Landing with a crack the tail slammed into the ground with force the lightning which coiled around the tail pulsed outwards freeing itself from the blade and leaving a long lash in the ground itself. Iziz was beginning to be sick of the games this Jedi was playing, darting around and avoiding hits while all the while routing the Jawas, it was enough to make Iziz furious. But anger was the antithesis to focus... Iziz drew his force from a greater power, something deeper and more primal which bolstered his force reserves. Focusing for but a moment he rekindled the feeling of hunger within his core, tensing his abdominal muscles to strengthen his poise while engaging that spiritual center of one's frame.

Once engaged he felt the rush, the tingling sensation of despiration, he was the hunter, his opponent the hunted, he was hungry, his opponent... his only meal. The drive to survive was something that many found difficult to tap on a whim without extensive training, but Iziz through his philosophy had tapped his own personal reserve. Excess adrenaline pumping through his body as he commanded it making him feel lighter, faster, stronger and untiring for the short duration it would hold as he made his way closer to his opponent, sabers in his hand.

Ass Iziz would reach his opponent he would pivot on a single foot and engage his spin like a figure-skater engaging his force speed the moment he jumped to his fullest potential, for every step back or movement his opponent would make Iziz would break out of his spin and burst forward in an endeavor to push faster. As a stream of blows would flow from the Jawa at such a speed it would look as though he had many hands and many many more lightsabers striking from a dozen locations with sheer chaotic speed and force within a veritable spinning typoon of strikes. with every spin of the chaotic whirlwind as it advanced his tail would lash out, coiled around the Jawa's body as a spiral. The intent was to push the Jedi on the ultimate defensive, back further than he could handle, attempt to force him to counter attack desperately and then punish him for it or wear down his defense with the wall of saber strikes which advanced towards him.

Iziz, for his rank was the fastest knight within the rank of the Sith, and he would show the Jedi this prowess.

This was the speed which broke the guards of masters. But his pooling of the force within himself was something which the Jawa had noted, ready to react, his speed engaged to such an extent was but the precursor to something more... something fantastic he wanted the Jedi to know was capable with the power of the dark side.

This Jedi would surely crumble. ​

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: PVP, Killing Fields
Location: Battlefield
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]
Gear: Sage’s Dark Armor, Blade of the Satvas, Sessile-triostaff, Lightsaber

The older Jedi had mental defenses that were trained to near perfection, and the battering ram of the Force against this one’s mind was repelled. Sage pursed his lips and raised his chin. Not bad for an old man. Luckily the Sith Lord’s arsenal was quite extensive, and if mind games failed, he had many other tricks. Still, it was a shame that Sage couldn’t toy with the graying Jedi. Like a kitten over a koi pond, he would so enjoy toying with the greying Jedi Knight.

At the snap hiss of the old man’s bright blue saber, Sage smirked, an edge of mockery glinting in his honey-brown eyes. The Hand of the Dark Lord was confident that he was the alpha dog in this pack. The Sith Lord’s his gaze panned from one man to the other.

“Excellent. I always love a good threesome.”

The other man, Varus, the one he’d encountered on Dorin, took a moment to imbibe from a flask. Perhaps too many fights with the Sith had left him in bad need of a twelve-step program. He let the man have his speech, using the other’s moment of loquaciousness to gather up the Dark Side around him like the swell of a sea. It mingled with his deep animosity for the Jedi, plumping him with power.

“Your opinion isn’t terribly important to me, Jedi.” he shot back, cocking his head to the side in mock sympathy for Shatterstar.

The time for banter was over. His lips moving impossibly fast, Sage marched forward, lashing out with two attacks on both men at once.

From his right hand shot a powerful Sutta Chiwituskak, a spear made from the physical manifestation of the Sith Lord’s hatred, aiming for Shatterstar’s chest.
He left the assault on the old man up to his loyal amphistaffs. Two of the black, leathery serpents struck out like whips attempting to disarm the Jedi of his lightsaber. The third opened its mouth and with a sibilant hiss, aimed a jet stream of blinding poison right towards the old man’s eyes.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

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: [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Opponents: [member="Zulia Kwaad"] [member="Adekos"]

"Sir, we've picked up enemy droid movements. Looks like a probe."

The commander of the mountain group nodded at what the scout said. It hadn't exactly been expected that they would remain under cover forever. Their force was largely a reserve element that had been lying in wait, only to be called upon when truly needed. But both he and Vedrana had been aware that they were going to end up entering the fray at some point, regardless of what either of them hoped the outcome to be.

"Remove the webbings. Pilots power up the gunships and take off, swing wide, deeper within the mountains and then around and come from behind the contingent of Vong. I'll keep our garrison contingent in the loop. Artillery pieces, take marks and fire on the enemy Vong soldiers at will. Prepare for incoming return fire. Reserve four artillery pieces to counter."

"Yes sir!"

As the man ran off, he turned to look at the troops.

"Move forward into covering positions. Expect enemy engagement shortly."

As the troops moved forwards, away from the artillery due to the likelihood of incoming artillery fire, they would space themselves out widely, remaining upon their mountain, and in positions behind boulders and other debris that would make them extremely difficult to fire upon with conventional weaponry. Vong were typically close range combatants, aside from their bugs, so they would have a brief chance to cause mayhem if need be. It was better than nothing and he was certain that the men under his command would give them hell.

"Ma'am, we've been spotted in the mountains. I've ordered the artillery to open fire and launched the gunships. Suggest setting whatever plan you have in motion."

The communication was relayed via MITE to Vedrana, who stood in the tunnels below the marching Vond and riding lancer droids.

"Understood. Commence operation."

She grabbed the nearest soldier.

"Run back and tell the troops to be ready to flow."

"Yes, ma'am."

She turned to her lead engineer.

"Charges?"

"Last one is being placed now."

"Place it and fall back."

"Right."

Vedrana turned and ran back down the tunnel. Because of the nature of the terrain, the tunnel was directly beneath the western approach. It was much easier to tunnel there than it would have been to go through the mountain itself. She reached back to the garrison area where her troops were holed up and waiting. Drawing out her FAV-1, she made sure it was armed and ready and then waited as the last of the engineers approached them.

"All charges set and ready."

The man handed over the detonator. As she held her finger over the ignition switch, she heard the first of the artillery fire from her forces in the mountains begin to fall. Soon the gunships would be swinging around.

"Supreme Commander, it's Black. Charges in five."

She counted down from that point until one and then pressed the detonator. Along the roof of the tunnel, the mining charges that had been placed with their explosive charges pointing upwards, would fire off one by one down a line in the direction that the Vong forces were coming from. It would collapse the ceiling of the tunnel, and bring the pathway above tumbling down into the space the tunnel had previously cleared out. In theory, it would drag a bunch of the Vong forces down to their death, but either way, as soon as the dust cleared, she pointed forward.

First the Lobo's charged. Then behind them, 5,000 FAV-1 equipped troopers with Vedrana at their helm.

ACTIONS:
- 20 Gunships launched and flying deeper into the mountains
- 16 Artillery pieces firing from within mountains onto the Vong positions
- Western approach devastated up to 1km out from republic positions at garrison
- 5000 troops, 300 LOBOs charging up from beneath the ground to meet the Vong head on

 

[Vrag]

Location: Shipyards
Objective: B
Allies: [ [member="Draco Vereen"] ] One Sith
Enemies: [ [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=IBuZYYfEHIo​

Even though 'One Sith' and 'mindless slaughter' had become practically synonimous in media during the past few years, reality proved the association false more often than not. Killing everyone without discrimination was a poor approach in every possible way, generating naught but blind hate for the new regime while giving the enemy propaganda opportunities galore. As if they didn't do enough on their own; no need to help them.

No, the One Sith, by and large, were a practical lot intent on fixing the liberal – lax even – mistakes committed by the Republic. Crime and corruption were allowed to blossom free and uncontrolled, largely because crime and corruption were what kept the rulers afloat. At least with the Sith you knew where you stood. Sure, certain things got you sent into prison, but the lines were clear and, for the most part, logical. Not so much when the masses held sway.

A good order needs an indisputable king at the very top, someone who is never questioned in their decisions, because any choice they make is always the right one.

Even when they send you to capture derelict shipyards.

P-4 and P-11 longed to be where the action was, not where a few last splutters of resistance were holding out against a multi-frontal assault by the Sith forces. They had fallen back to what seemed to be like the very last barricade they had hastily erected upon their approach, but the onset of their death was already heavy and bitter in the air, and it tasted not of glory or praise, but only of rot.

Worms gnawed at the flesh of villains and heroes both.

 

[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 [member="Vrag"]
Enemies: Republic
NPC: 1 Dude, but largely just a fluff piece.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLSV_sUzx4E​

Boots resounded through the halls as Aten and I ran through the corridors of the orbital shipyards. The four probe droids mapped a massive amount of space relatively quickly, each one equipped with sonar and x-ray mappers with significant range. The whole idea was to get a good enough read of this massive structure so that we could identify our location and take the shortest possible route to the control center. Once there Aten could begin working on slicing the computer, with great assistance of a slicing droid and then provide us with support. Including lights, life support, and artificial gravity of each section of the shipyard. Could be hilarious fun once we found the blasted thing.

“Observers are picking up a pair of biologicals up ahead Buir. What do you want to do.” Aten said, his HUD showing him an overlay of what the Observers were scouting.

“Stay the course.” I responded, my form shimmering and dissipating from view, only a rough translucent outline remained due to the speed we were running. Even then only astute eyes would be able to notice such a thing right off the bat.

“Looks to be vong. Must be our Sith allies.”

“Let us hope they are aware of our arrangement.”

 

[Laira Darkhold]

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

The Jedi resisted much of the electrical flame that the droid had emitted as a last ditch to break his concentration, however the Jedi had been partly successful. The left shoulder still stuck and the ionizing effects had ceased the phylactery from continuing their repairs on his body before he had become fully functional. There were a few more but he would need them if this Jedi was more successful in combat later.

The Jedi took up his lightsaber and closed the gap, advancing on the Droid. The spare lower arms reached back and took up the pair of lightsabers that hung there, snapping them to life while the upper arms took up a defensive posture by spinning the blades around. This stance would deflect what some of the quick rapid blows the Jedi was raining down.

The droid had been designed on the premise that more lightsabers equaled more deadly. While this is mostly true, being a droid without use of the Force, it was unable to truly utilize them to their maximum effect. Perhaps this was an inherent weakness of droids and lightsaber. Perhaps it was just the limiting factor that kept Jedi from being completely obsolete.

The Lower arms gripping their lightsabers slashed low, for the knees of the jedi in an x pattern, the left arm lagging behind the right. Limit mobility. Limit offense. Destroy. Three simple rules to kill Jedi.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=samkQAbtw98[/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)

Hrm.

Well that was to be expected! Here come Siobhan, the Human artillery shell flying in at mach 10,0002 ready to crash into Vornskr with the strength of a falling tectonic plate. He quickly encased himself in a cocoon of Force energy to diminish the impact Siobhan would have when she clattered into the Sith Lord. Still, even with the added protection being rammed by a psychotic feminist wearing beskar hurt like an absolute queen. An involuntary roar of pain exploded past Vornskr's cracked lips, and his eyes again blazed with indignant hatred as he stared down his foe face-to-face. And then she shoved the barrel of a sonic weapon in his face, a move universally considered extremely rude, and Vornskr would have none of that! He seized the end of the weapon with his left hand and through Mechu-Deru he exacted his will upon the inner machinery within the weapon causing it to either malfunction or explode completely.

And then she punched him in the face with the Force, and with a sickened crack his head flung back and he sailed away to land unceremoniously in a pile of dirt, debris, and broken bodies. He slid along the ground for a good couple of meters before eventually coming to a stop near some rubble, and for a good moment or two he laid there silent and still. And then slowly he rose up from where he had fallen, his hands grasping handfuls of dirt as he hauled himself up from the muck to once again stand tall and proud.

Except that his jaw was awkwardly jutting out at a wrong angle than what was considered normal.

Ouch.

But, being a man so accustomed to immense physical pain he didn't seem overly concerned that his jaw was knocked from his hinges and made him look like he was making a silly face, and with some rearranging he jammed his lower jaw back into place with another sickening snap. Some of his teeth had also been knocked loose, but had not yet fallen out from the gums despite the gushers of blood now filling his mouth. Instead of swallowing the coppery liquid, he merely opened his mouth and spat quite a bit of blood out onto the ground. "Ooooh." he mocking cooed at the Dark Jedi Master, "That one actually hurt a smidge, keep doing that and I might actually be worried." With a flourish of his wrist he reactivated his lightsaber, a cerulean line exploding into life before him. "Why don't you knock off the telekinesis shtick and come play fisticuffs with me?"

 

[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 made their move. Pyrrhus' attempt to stop the spinning had not gone as expected, but it was an experiment to be tested. Instead Taeli's blade hit against his with a centrifugal force that 'caused his sword to reel back. His arm was yanked to the side, and if not for his firm and trained grip on the hilt of the lightsaber, as it would have been foolish to not have expected any resistance from the spin, he might've lost his grip entirely. Lesson learned, the spinning force was not something to be underestimated.

Azurea, however, seemed more successful in her attempts, even managing to pull the Jedi Master to the ground, trying to stab her with her blade. However, Taeli managed to roll out of its path. However, this close Pyrrhus was still trying to maintain the pressure. He would hate to see the advantage of Azurea pulling Taeli to the ground lost, due to his own laziness. While she might evade him, he at least had to try to take advantage of the situation before she got out of his range. He would try, but of course, if she could make it past this ground assault and back to her feet, she was free to carry out the rest of her strategy.

As she performed her roll, the amphistaff again made its move. This time, however, it was no spit, but rather it launched itself from Pyrrhus' right arm towards the rolling Taeli on the ground. It was going for a bite, with its vicious teeth. Meanwhile, to complement his amphistaff, Pyrrhus with a simple and swift movement of the wrist and hand, moved his lightsaber in an attempt to block Taeli as she tried to rise to her feet, placing it in her path with a swing towards her body.

 

[Asantas]

Location: The Killing Fields
Objective: Blood Sacrifice
Allies: Vahl, [member="Darth Isolda"]
Enemies: The Republic

She was in some light battle suit so that she could provide flexibility to her fullest extent whilst offering moderate protection to her self. She helped the chosen in her task....to her personally this was very important. She was here to do well infront of the chosen her self... as well as to properly defend this ritual till its completion it was a important that it be completed without interuptions. She kept her instinct keen and kept her self alert and her force pike near by while she helped prepare the ritual.

 

[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 (destroyed), wrist-worn flamethrower, vibroknife, grenades, lightsabre, beskar'gam.
Stolen Sith Lightsabre


Siobhan had earned herself the moniquer 'battering ram' during her career with Omega Pyre. Back in the 'good old days'. However, until today she had not been a literal battering ram. She had the Butcher-King of Gore to thank for that. And so she flew boldly and well, though fortunately not into the jaws of death. Rather she collided with the Sith as she turned herself into a human artillery shell and flew at a truly absurd speed.


Ouch. It went without saying that ramming him was quite painful for her as well. Maybe she had lost a rib. Actually another one seemed a mess as well. Her lips were cracked. Alas, his command of mechu-deru was exerted over her shotgun and it went boom. RIP, Sonic Shotgun. Your sacrifice will be remembered by the Galactic Femnazi League. She was too pumped up with adrenaline to notice the pain her hand was in, and her telekinetic punch hit home, slamming the Sith in the face. As he was tossed away from her Siobhan landed on the ground hard, sliding a bit before coming to a halt.


She breathed heavily, actually it was more accurate to say she was panting. Blood dripped down her mouth. Blowing up her gun had hurt her more than she would have liked. Felt like something had broken in her hand and her right shoulder felt badly dislocated. There was a loud, sickening snap as she righted it. Yet she forced herself to rise to her feet and stand, though pain howled through her bad leg that seemed shaky at this point. While Vornskr rearranged his jaw, which was a rather ghastly sight, she tried to catch her breath. Unfortunately for Siobhan, she was not great at healing and Dark Repair had problems of its own. Besides, it cost energy she simply could not spare. Her leg would simply have to do what it was told!


Her cold glare fell upon Vornskr when taunts escaped his mouth and his stolen sabre ignited. This might have been the moment for the two duellists to exchange witty banter, but unfortunately Siobhan was not the type to talk during combat. Bit of a shame really. Thus her response was a good deal more physical, as she drew upon her power even while he talked, even though it just made her headache worse. From behind him she levitated a very large, heavy piece of rubble, the detritus of what had once been a building presumably blown up by Sith bombers or her telekinesis. Her telekinetic willpower wrapped around his legs, but rather than try to lift him into the air and toss him like she normally did, the invisible sought to restrain his movement like chains, and she brought the rubble crashing down from the air towards him, hoping to crush him beneath it.

 

[Kenrath]

Location: Contruum

Objective: Make way for the main fleet.

Allies: [member="Darth Hauntruss"] [member="Eliza Lunelle"] [member="Kyra Proga"] @Other OS Fleeters

Enemies: Republic Fleet [member="Raymond Mosses"]


Fleet:

Spoiler

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/33867-dark-blade-class-dreadnoughts/1050(Helhammer Delta)

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/34240-vanguard-class-heavy-cruiser/625Helhammer X-Ray

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/34011-razer-class-frigate186Phoenix Bravo

Random bullet sponge Corvette

Thanith glanced over at the navigation officer.

"Do we have it LT?"

The man looked breifly at the readouts before turning back and nodding.

"Nothing new in the last 20 minutes." "Looks like all we are going to get sir."

Thanith nodded with a deep sigh. He really didn't want to but orders were orders.

"Order the Task Force to rendezvous at check point Zulu and then send the data back to Navy Command." "Our mission here is done." "Now it is up to the Fleet to secure the objective."

Thanith took a last look out of the view port before the Task Force jumped out of the system.

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

Task Force Hyperspace jumped back to Sith space.

 

[Choli Vyn]

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

"Sithspit!" her curse would rip from her lips just as the blast went over them. The weight of his body crashed upon her, and she gave a slight scream of alarm. The boom of the blast popped her ears, bits of shrapnel slicing her cheek and along her arm, drawing a red line of blood that would well to the surface.

Everything was a bit hazy, but adrenaline was pumping hot. "Are you okay!" her cry of alarm would get drowned by the sound of more blaster fire and another explosion. Eyes wide, she would attempt to get onto all fours, scurrying to help the Tatooine celebrity if he couldn't on his own.

"Come on, come on!" up ahead there would be a hatch that would lead down to the other hangers. At the present time, there didn't seem to be any ship available for them to get the heck out - unless Kurt knew something she didn't. They had to come up with a new exit strategy fast!

 

[Kurt Meyer]

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

Pain lanced up his back.

As Choli pulled him from the ground he couldn't help but wince. There was a piece of Metal buried in back, a small spike of jagged durasteel that had likely been dislodged by the explosion. His lips turned into a scowl, his hand shifting to touch it only to suddenly stop when the young Jedi girl yelled at him. He shifted, changing and pointing towards his ship on the other side of the hangar. "Wait! We can take m-"

Suddenly an explosion tore through the hull of the VCX-820. The ships wing tore off in a blast of red and black, a missile tearing apart its wings and breaking into the cargo hold. Kurt's face suddenly drooped and his eyes lowered to the ground as he watched his home go up in flames. For a few moments Kurt simply watched the flames, ignoring the waves and droves of blaster fire that rained down all around them. He blinked, and then suddenly another explosion ruptured through the VCX. The hull was completely torn apart, and Kurt winced as the flames spewed all over the hangar.

"Fuck." Kurt said to himself. "Glad I left her at HQ..."

The last referred to Nurse Joy, she would've been aboard if not for that.

 

[Kenrath]

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

Vengeance chuckled.

"If you think she needs some one to protect her then you don't know her very well." "If anything it is everyone else that needs protection from her."

He took a deep breath.

"Sloppy blade work Corvus?" "You are the very first in a half dozen Jedi and even more Sith I have ever met that could withstand half of what you just saw." "Perhaps you should be teaching them better."

He smiled.

"Nobody teaches the sword anymore it is all about Sorcery and Alchemy." "Nobody wants to put in the work themselves they want short cuts."

He sighed after a moment deactivating his saber.

"You may be Jedi Corvus but you are my future sister in law and frankly I am having a difficult time rationalizing trying to kill you." "You may be the only Jedi in the whole of the Galaxy that is safe from me."

He turned taking a few steps away before he stopped looking over his shoulder at her.

"I can see why they both respect and fear you." "Even the ones you cast aside speak such reverence for you." "I expected some one older and less lovely than you." "May we never meet again as enemies."

With that Vengeance proceeded to leave the battlefield even less at ease than when he arrived.

 

[Lassiter]

Location: Space Station
Objective: Deft hands and- OH MY GOD WHAT?!
Allies: [member="Ameli Trahir"]
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"]
Gear: Non-descript (non-special) armor and a Lightsaber

It was a strange feeling that. The regaining of faculties, arms softening up ever so gently as the paralysis rapidly wore off. The kid deactivated his saber and clipped it to his belt. Sena’s eyes stared him down with utter contempt as she kept the act up of remaining in complete paralysis. Back arched, head on shoulder. Oh they would be friends alright.

Friends that stole each other’s sabers!

Breaking from her act Sena grabbed hold of the glove by the bracers before deftly reaching out and snatching the kid’s saber from his belt. A swift twirl around his side, a hand extending itself for the grab and a few steps back to ensure she wouldn’t be close enough for the kid to get it back just yet. She flicked Ameli’s saber on but nothing happened. She tried again but nothing happened.

Clipping it to her own belt she grabbed the kid’s saber by both hands. She flicked it on. With the orange blade pointed at the ceiling she was getting ready to-

No. Wait. Something didn’t feel quite right here. Her hand felt like it was on fire. A burn unlike any other. The saber was extinguished as a quick juggling volley took place in front of Sena and the kid. An express show put on by a very confused Sith and her insistence to keep a hold on the saber’s hilt. The hilt that for some reason really didn’t want to stay in her hand and had the bite to prove it.

Figuring enough to be enough she bitterly tossed the saber to her side as far and wide as she could to hopefully get it lost behind some crates or whatever in the distance. Eyes set on her hands. Her lovely shaking hands.

“What the ffffff-aaargh!” Sena exclaimed as she looked back and forth at the kid and then her hands. “What is this?!”

The rash was real. The burn was real.

THE. CERTAIN. DEATH. OF. A. CERTAIN. KID. WAS. REAL.

Sena grabbed a telekinetic hold of a nearby crate and flung it for her enemy to catch. With his face. A heavy metal crate. Straight to his insolent little face.

“Just. Give. UP!”