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

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Location: Dropping into grid 33
Controller: Jaccer Ramirez
Forces:
x19 Skocha-Class Main Battle Tanks
x4748 Ground Soldiers:

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• CAS - 6 Heavy Armour
• X-60 Happy Boomer
• CAS - 5 Light Armour
• Multi-purpose Arm Terminal
• PDW-M1 "Neutralizer
• EQM1-LMG "Equalizer"
• VLR-5 "Valor" Assault Blaster

x50 Snipers:

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• CAS - 5 Light Armour
• TM1-M1 "Lance" Sniper Rifle

Objective C: Neutralise all enemies in immediate vicinity
Allies: [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Enemies: [member="Sinistra"]

Almost immediately after the first pod had landed the heavy enemy AA cannons turned onto the remaining pods which were still raining from the sky. Luckily, most the pods had hit the ground only moments after the first one, therefore avoiding most of the fire. The pods which weren't that lucky were made quick work of by the AA batteries. 42 pods were blown from the sky before they ever hit the ground; before the battle had even begun 252 soldiers had lost their lives. But there was no time to mourn their loss, besides they knew the risks, and there was a battle to win. The soldiers ploughed through the thick layer of snow that coated the landscape and began to close the distance between them and their enemies. The rocky and jagged terrain provided substantial cover for the advancing Republic forces.

Meanwhile the snipers would find their own cover to increase the efficiency of their killing. They would continue to hunt down and destroy the enemy mortar teams which were scattered around the valley floor. Their superior positions, compared to the forces below, meant that they rarely came under fire from the enemy, and if they did it would be unlikely to hit them effectively. Shot-by-shot, soldier-by-soldier, they would continue the hunt and killing of the mortar teams.

Enemy flak attempted to fire on the Valkyrie drop ships currently deploying the soldiers and tanks to the South. This attempt mostly ended in failure as a mountain blocked the majority of incoming fire. However, on approach one Valkyrie was hit and crashed into the snow covered mountainside. Most of the soldier inside remained inside, though the Skocha-class main battle tank was left on its back and useless to the assaulting force. Once the drop ships had deployed their full inventory of soldier, they would raise into the sky to return to the carrier in orbit. At this stage many of the Valkyries fell from the sky because of the persistent flak cannons.

The force of now 19 Skocha main battle tanks and 2,600 soldiers would soon reach the top of the mountain. From this positions they would be given a clear view of the battlefield and the tanks would be allowed to unload their proton cannons into the artillery and AA batteries. The proton cannons would continue to pummel the hostile emplacements as they continued they decent down the steep mountain. The soldiers were unable to shoot and fire effectively, and therefore chose to close the distance between them and the enemy instead.

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Objective A: The Killing Fields​

Location: On Contruum​

Allies: The One Sith​

Enemies: [member="Barrien Siegfried"]​

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The escalation of battle was unavoidable. Conflict breaded more conflict after all. It did not matter what the intentions good or evil. When she was getting up to her feet she had seen when image in her mind. All the details were fuzzy. It was somehow her eyes that seen something that happened long in the past. She had watched through the portcullis transparasteal viewer on a starship. Watching a sun go super nova. A planet was caught in its wake. A planet that had the feeling of home. She could not make sense of it all. Not even how it was tied to how she was reacting or feeling.

“You do not understand”, she said as she was having a brief moment of self-control. She extended her hands to her side releasing kinetic energies from the tips of her fingers. Empowering the Force through her will she erected a kinetic barrier. The saber hit the barrier and more than likely be pulled back to Barrien’s hand? “You’re an honorable warrior. Run now away from me. Before I destroy you too”, ripples of arching blue lighting rolled up and down her arms, as she drew in power. She was fighting back the rage that controlled her moments ago. She did not know how much longer she could hold it in.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

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

Yet another Inferior. This one seemed to be assisting, at least for now. He might have to be dealt with in a moment, but for now the enemy of my enemy is my friend or so the saying goes. The purple lightning diminished in power and effectiveness, what was left struck the droid, using its injured left arm to absorb it. The arm fell limp, its electronics damaged sufficiently now. Phylactery scarabs could fix it once the droid was finished with its prey.

Still focusing on the Jedi, the droid’s lower right saber lowered to block the rising lightsaber with a twisting, pushing it off to the side away from his body. With the Jedi leaping and into the air, calculations buzzed through its mind and the droid lunged forward and up at the airborned Jedi’s midsection. This was meant to drive the droid’s shoulder into the stomach, driving the air from his opposition’s lungs and setting him up for the end.

The upper right arm was poised defensively to ward off attacks from the Jedi’s raised lightsaber while the lower right and left arm attempt to grab hold of the jedi by the legs. If they were successful then the Jedi would drop to the ground flat on his back and his legs would be held by the angry droid assassin.

The droid’s mind buzzed. <Soon. Jedi… You can be one with your precious Force.>

 

[Kamon's OOC]

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

The blade was stopped. He should have expected as much. Calling it back to his hand, he moved to stand, albeit shakily. His body was beaten, bloodied, and broken. This was the worst battle he'd ever been a part of in his life, and it bothered him to no end, but he still knew that he had to do it all the same. Evil would only prosper if those that stood to stop it did nothing. That was something he couldn't bring himself to do. Just as he couldn't bring himself to run away when she implored him to do so. Though he noted the moment of clarity as proof that she wasn't so far gone, and that something further was at work here.

"I cannot run away."

It was the truth. At this point he was having difficulty doing more than standing. Running was simply out of the question.

"I would not, even if i could. My father, Kamon Vondiranach, told me that sometimes running was the best thing to do, as living to fight another day was important. He also told me that sometimes you could not run, no matter how much you wanted to. I will not run from you, and I will find a way to help you. I must."

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Objective A: The Killing Fields​

Location: On Contruum​

Allies: The One Sith​

Enemies: [member="Barrien Siegfried"]​

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Two unmovable objects? What really happens when an unstoppable force meets an unmovable abject? Bix did not really want that question answered. She had warned him and gave him the opportunity to escape her insanity.

Though the name Vondiranach sounded familiar. For someone who had lost their memory it was surprising. Her rage was the unstoppable force though. She gave him the opportunity to run though. He had not. While she was still in control she had to end this. End it to a conclusion she wished and not her rage. Bix turned her hand to face her right palm upward. It was televised. So to when she had closed her fist. They were not stand far from each other. He was not blind. Once she closed her fist she pulled her right hand to her chest.

Behind Barrien was Bix’s helmet. Her hand movements centered with the Force manipulated the helmet kinetically. It flew from the ground aimed directly at the back of Barrien’s head. With any luck it would knock him out. Then she could question him later about his father’s last name.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

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

She wasn't going to stop, and he wasn't going to back down. It wasn't going to end the way that he wished it would, but it was going to end no matter what. Probably with his death. If that was the case, so be it. If it was going to end with his death, at least she would have that weighing on her conscience for all eternity, and he would get to go see his father once again, and his mother as well. There were far worse things than death as far as he was concerned.

Her hand moved and he was confused. What was she doing?

At the last moment he figured it out, spinning about to move to defend... But he was too late. The helmet slammed him straight in the face and he crumpled in a heap on the ground, unconscious.

 

[Darth Ferus]

OBJECTIVE: A
LOCATION: The Killing Fields
ALLIES: Sith
ENEMIES: GR ( [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] )

There it was. The abnormality had a weakness, though it wasnt something Ferus picked up on. His attention was elsewhere, trying to keep Sekairo still. And there it was! The bullet from the sky! Perhaps this would end it!

Nope.

To his surprise, and dismay, she came hurling towards him. Having tried to keep her from going forward, he wasnt exactly prepared for her to come at him. Well, sort of. As she came at him he chose to go at her, though to jump clean over her.

And for his weapon silo that just thudded behind them. With the case open though, the hilt of the Iridonian Revolver as clear. And though the Force Ferus not only grabbed it, but as he hit the ground the massive barrel was brought around and steadied. Three massive shots tore through the barrel, aiming to either harm her, or distract her so he could stand again, and grab the hilt of the Sith Sword left inside.

Time to even the odds.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Objective B
Hanger 23... possibly 24??
[member="Kurt Meyer"]


Cho couldn't help but shrink against the glorious explosion that would rock the hanger. She ducked behind a stack of cargo boxes, and her wide brown eyes would widen in alarmed awe at the scene.

"Sithspit!" she cursed again, swinging her gaze over to Kurt. The celebrity would stand there gawking, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. Choli shook her head, and then with a jerk, would tug at his arm.

"We gotta go!" she exclaimed, tugging him along. "Ain't no ship we gonna find here. Now do you want to be blaster fodder or do you want to get kriffed by the bucketheads!?!" Her eyes were sweeping over towards the closet exit. Sigils in Aurabesh would give a sign towards Hanger 24.

"Come on!" there was no more room for argument. He could make his peace with whatever higher power he so desired, but there was nothing but a fireball and blaster bolts for them here.

They had to get out of the station, and they had to leave now.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Objective B
Hanger 23... possibly 24??
[member="Choli Vyn"]

Kurt let out a pained sigh.

That had been his ship. It had been his home. It had had everything he owned, everything he wore, everything he had ever had. His models, his credits, his poster. Depression sank in for a brief moment as he realized everything that he had lost. His lips turned down into a frown, his eyes watered for half a moment, and then finally his head shook from side to side. He heard Choli scream in his ear, and then suddenly he shifted. His hand curled into a tight fist, his body shook, and finally Kurt turned towards Choli and broke out into a spin.

"Find a ship!" He yelled towards the girl.

That was the only thing that he could think to say.

He wanted to run, he wanted to fight, he wanted to do so many things, but he knew he couldn't. They had to run, they had to get away. It was all that they could do right now. Perhaps one day he could take vengeance for his things, perhaps one day he would be able to fight back, but it wasn't today. He rushed forward, pressing his hand onto the small of Choli's back to push her towards Hangar 24. The other hangar was off no better, blaster fire and explosions tearing through the room, but at least there were more ships.

 

[Kira Talith]

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

Well all get our interesting lots in life.

In this particular instance, well, Kira hadn't quite gotten used to fighting One Sith with their little curious Yuuzhan Vong toys. Most didn't know it, but the Lorrdian Jedi Master had spent the bulk of the war missing -- she had originally been kidnapped by Nemene Talith in the past, where she had been subjected to cruelties most wretched. It took over a year to finally discover where she was, but by then she had been rescued by Ember Rekali.

Kira bore the scars of the torture sessions of that white room, both physically and mentally. However, it had not broken her. Yet in that time, she had not really been exposed to what the One Sith were and how they operated. As it was, she was worn out and still catching her breath -- in between spitting out bloody snot filled goops -- with her leg over the Sith to claim her as being under arrest.

Maybe it was just her bad luck or perhaps her klutzy nature again. Either way, she was sure to get a proper yelling from her hubby were she to get out of this situation.

"Sorry, married." Kira gave a quip back, finding humor regardless her situation. She had a pair of cuffs somewhere... The strike of the Najajj would come at her just as the Force would wail a cry of warning. The flare of her necklace would erupt a bubble of protection around her, but even then, it was too late.

A jerk of her leg would only catch the fangs against her robe, and twin fine lines would scour and lacerate the skin. Agonizing pain went ripping through her tenfold. What manner of poison a la Terentaktek style would bleed and seep through her flesh. She immediately jerked into a small ball, but it wasn't before the air would crackle with the scent of burning ozone, electricity surging out to crackle and hum around their little area. The Electric Judgement specialist would kick up onto overdrive defense mode in less than two seconds flat.

With a scream, the Force went surging within her like the swell of the sea, only to crash onto the shore as she sent a massive jolt of electric judgement blasting outward in a wave. Bright turquoise arcs of electricity summoned by the Jedi Master would blast out, sweeping over the Najajj and the One Sith laying at her side. The sound would boom, blasting and charring bits of her robe and her hair as it crackled outward.

What most Jedi didn't realize, and what Kira knew all too well, is that Electric Judgement was riding a fine line between temptation. It took a special balance to maintain it, to restrain one self. To have self control. Losing it would only amount to a quick path to failure. It was the reason why the Jedi Master rarely would use it, the less she did, the less the temptation.

After all, there was always a price to be paid, one way or another.

 

[Alva Calvarona]

Location: Republic Garrison, Contruum
Objective: C
Allies: [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Lash"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Kerstas"] [member="Darth Vyrassu"] [member="Zulia Kwaad"] [member="Sinistra"]

Gear: Dragoon Class Combat Armor, Crinan Energy Blade, Slicewire, E-11 Blaster Rifle

NPC Forces:

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

NPC Equipment for Infantry:

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E-11 Blaster Rifles, E-11 Sniper Variant, Plex Launchers, Baradium Thermal Detonators. WW-47 Cryoban Grenade, E-Web Cannon, Mines, Equipment as outlined Here basically. [Totally didn't get lazy listing it out again]

It had been annoying, but the mandalorians and the majority of the Sith within the mountains and eastern edge of the forested valley was finally completed to the Imperial Commander's satisfaction. At least, as much satisfaction as Alva could have anymore considering how incredibly annoyed she had been practically being ignored despite the effective placement of her forces for the majority of the battle and her foresight in properly securing her rearguard at the start of the battle. Of course on the flipside it did feel like she was lagging behind the combat now, as if she had spent far longer on her last chore than she meant to.

Regardless, her attention was shifting now from the desiccated husks of the enemy Mythosaurs to the conflict raging on the western mountainside and the garrison itself. Already her forces were beginning to pull their reserve strength from the eastern passages, though the Empire had no intention of removing the primary positions there. After all, only an idiot would pull everything out just for the invaders to reappear there. Still, while the reserves of the eastern Imperial Force moved to reinforce those in the forest making their way toward the garrison, the battle would continue on. Leaving Alva scowling within the cockpit of her command AT-FAT while she played the calm waiting game.

Everything was playing to her advantage anyway though. Obviously so since having all her forces reach the garrison at the same time was better than them trickling in and being overwhelmed if they ended up being caught off from the lines of their Republic allies. Arriving there as one unit though, granted the soldiers a much greater presence in the crinan woman's mind. The trio of AT-FAT heavy walkers plowing through the forest as their turbolaser cannons and rotary laser cannons leveled on the swarm filling the valley before them. Imperial Stormtroopers accompanying the Empire's Towering behemoths spreading out among the trees, blaster rifles raised as they opened fire with the opening salvo of the AT-FATs turbolaser barrage, the rotary laser cannons sitting on the front of the Imperial war machines spewing hundreds of laser cannons round at the horde of speeder bikes attempting to try and make their way to the garrison.

"And here I had merely planned to try and maneuver around the edge of the mountains to hit where the enemy artillery was positioned from behind. Well, we'll just take care of these bastard first. Open fire with everything at our forces disposal! Tell the other group reinforcing the garrison directly to hurry their butts up!" grinning determined to reenter the fray, Alva Calvarona couldn't help but feel rather satisfied watching the Empire's finest finally fight an enemy head on during this battle. Everyone else had tried to simply ignore the fact they were even there, and were punished dearly for it. She wondered how many speeder bikes would get through the forest to the garrison past her. And how many of her own soldiers would be killed in the short firefight this was to be.

Though regardless it was certain the Imperial Soldiers finally reacting to the trouble at the Republic Garrison were going to have less fun. Seeing as it how it appeared as though vong had once more gotten involved in a battle started by the Sith. The Firebreathers were the primary concern as Imperial Stormtroopers and AT-ST walkers moved into the Garrison, plex launchers and heavy blaster cannons targeting the creatures and slamming their firepower into them as they worked to push them away from Republic troopers. The Republic had to deal with the artillery in their own manner, but the Empire was going to make certain that short of that the Sith were going to find themselves unable to get any further with the garrison structure itself.

SUMMARY

• 3 AT-FATs, 3 AT-AWs (Imperial) and 1,800 Stormtroopers take up firing positions at Grid 23 ahead of the Sith Calvary Coming in from Grid 29 ([member="Sinistra"] )
• 20 AT-STs and 1,800 Stormtroopers reinforce the garrison, targeting Vong Firebreathers first with blaster cannons, rifles, and plex launchers. Reinforcing Garrison Positions ([member="Zulia Kwaad"] )

OOC: Sorry for being gone the last few days. Real life seriously was kicking my behind. Really love Sinistra's grid, wish this was around at the start so everyone could agree on it. Now to crash everyone's existing party, hurp.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qS5-QmkKzJQ[/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)

There was a blinding flash of light, a roar louder than the rending of a thousand ships crashing into one another, and then his body was struck by a force unimaginable. He was thrown backwards like a rag doll, his body tumbling over and over through the air until he smashed through the last remnants of the building he had previously demolished. The rest of it crumbled around him, a section of wall falling directly on top of the prone Sith Lord and covering his body with permacrete chunks and pieces of torn steel. His body was bruised and broken from the blast, blood welling up within his abdominal cavity as his organs heaved from the damage that had been inflicted upon him. And even though a good majority of his bones were shattered and his flesh torn and bleeding he crawled up through the wreckage with a survivalist's determination. Finally he broke through and took in a great mouthful of air as his wind had been knocked from him by the impact, but breathing brought forth a great welling of blood from his crushed lung causing him to vomit pure crimson.

Still, he was alive.

That's all that mattered.

He managed to prop himself up against whatever still remained of the building, and looked out from behind his cover with his one good eye to glare hatefully at the dim visage of Siobhan as she picked herself from her own devastation. That pleased him, at least. She looked as worse for wear as he did, perhaps even worse, but he was positive neither he or she could continue on fighting without killing each other and themselves simultaneously. Still, he wasn't very happy that she still held onto his lightsaber, but such things were material and could be easily replaced.

But his dignity could not.

Oh, well.

He thought humorously as his eyes looked upwards as an Imperial shuttle banked down low, swooping across the ground before hovering near his position. The sidedoor flung open and a pair of Blackblade soldiers followed shortly by an Imperial medic jumped out and surrounded Vornskr. The medic was saying something to him, or maybe he was talking to the soldiers to help Vornskr to his feet. Either way he didn't hear them, his gaze firmly fixated on Siobhan in the distance and as they hauled him into the transport for evac, he spoke under his breath.

"Next time, Siobhan. Next time."

 

[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"]

The Force push would send the Nightsister flying back, but the Dathomiri would lend the chants of her ancestors rush through her veins, She would use the momentum to roll onto her back then flip back up, sliding across the mud and the grass in a low crunched position. More cuts and scrapes would cut against exposed flesh, and pain would register upon the woman. The push had been powerful, and certainly put some distance between them.

Scrambling to her feet, she was not about to lose her advantage. Out her hand went, and another stream of savage chants would shove her will and drench the air thick with the green swirling magicks of Spirit Ichor. Down they would dive into the earth, reinforcing the call of the Brier Thorns. The thorny vines would fall at the slice and hack of the Padawan, but they were unrelenting as the woman who manipulated their growth.

They would sink into his skin, thorns about ready to draw blood, intending to wrap tighter and tighter along his legs. All the while, the Nightsister's eyes would glow like twin corseca gems, baring down upon the Jai as a savage snarl would continue to reinforce her spell.

 

[Lassiter]

Location: Space Station
Objective: LEAVE THIS PLACE, GO BACK TO YOURS.
Allies: [member="Ameli Trahir"]
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"]
Gear: Non-descript (non-special) armor and a Lightsaber

Ohhh, so the kid knew how to crates too? Good job, kid! Really impressive! Look at you cutting freaking crates mid-air as if it was nothing! Sena was writhing in her own anger. A positive mess of just about being fed up to the point of complete apathy. Never had she met a kid as anger-inducingly hard to murder. Never had she actually been this angered. It was if discipline and respect for her opponent had gone straight out the window in a series of practical jokes.

Sena boosted herself up and placed herself next to Ameli. A reiteration of her friend’s move was in order here. There were better things to do, better things to throw at the kid, but they had to move.

‘Follow me.’ Sena implanted upon Ameli’s mind. ‘Idea.’

She began making way towards the door. Closer to where the rest of the crew was. Where the other people were. Sena would level this field one way or another.

 

[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

Pyrrhus' lightsaber was knocked aside, allowing Taeli to get back up on her feet. However, she still had his amphistaff to struggle with. It appeared its teeth had grazed against armour. No matter, it would simply re-position itself before it moved on to strike against flesh. Or that was what he had expected. Those were his instructions, his orders, yet his companion seemed reluctant to comply. This had never happened before. The Jedi was doing... Something to it. If the Togruta Lord had been angry before, now he was seething, breathing out hatred like it was carbon dioxide. Furiously, he grabbed a razor bug, the small disc-shaped insect the Vong had biologically engineered to be a thrown weapon, and threw it directly towards her core.

Yet Pyrrhus was far from willing to accept this outcome without contest. This amphistaff was his, and had been his loyal companion ever since he had captured it as it left its polyp on Selvaris. The two of them were bound together. Amphistaves were fiercely loyal creatures, to those that had captured them directly after leaving its polyp. They were governed by hand motions, and right now, Pyrrhus was communicating with it, urging it forwards. While Taeli had taken control over its mind for now, it was unlikely to be a passive ability that did not require any sort of focus to maintain. He would challenge this, trying to push through and enforce his will through similar techniques as the one Taeli was using as well, something that was becoming more natural to him due to his use of the many Vong biots and continued interaction with the Legion Yun'Do. Hopefully her concentration would be broken by the razor bug.

This could easily develop into a battle of minds between Taeli and Pyrrhus, for control over the amphistaff. However, Taeli had one more thing to worry about. Darth Azurea was still here, and she was pressing her charge now. It would appear this left Taeli with the options of either challenging Pyrrhus for continued control over the amphistaff, and leave herself vulnerable to Azurea, or respond to Azurea's attack but lose her control over the amphistaff. And there was no mistake about it, the second the amphistaff freed itself from the the Jedi's influence, it would strike with extreme prejudice.

 

[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


Pain, there was plenty of that now as Siobhan stumbled out of the crater, though she had to lean against a wall to keep her footing. During the battle pain had been energising, fuelled her power and rage. Now she was simply in a good deal of pain and felt drained from her exertions. Extreme use of the Force took a toll and the same applied to defending herself against Kaine's furious assaults. Her body was bruised, broken and bleeding from the massive blast, she spat out blood. Somehow she had the feeling a jostled rib might have punctured a lung. A massive headache from hell was beating against her skull and her nose was bleeding.


Where Kaine's lightning had struck, her flesh still burnt and now she did not have the energy to blot out the pain. Sucking in a mouthful of air brought her oxygen, but with it also pain. Her bad leg howled in protest as she limped badly and she stumbled, hitting the ground before she slowly managed to pull herself to her feet and prop herself up against some wreckage. One eye was a mess due to being hit by stray bolts of lightning, but a good one remained and with it she glowered at where she was certain Kaine was standing. He looked in bad shape, perhaps worse than she did. Well, the latter would obviously be the outcome that pleased her more, but regardless she was not in a state to continue fighting. Across the city the battle still continued, Jedi against Sith, Vong against Republic soldier and so on and so forth.


Given past precedent, Siobhan was not feeling optimistic about its outcome. Ah, well, at least she had taken his lightsabre! Fingers reached down to her belt to grip its hilt. A shadow passed over the bloodstained, shattered ground and there was the roar of engines as a Firemane shuttle swooped down from the air before landing close to her. The landing ramp lowered and some Firemane soldiers along with a medic emerged.


"You look like crap, boss," Mei-Ling commented as she approached her superior. "I ain't gonna be the one to explain this to [member="Tegaea Alcori"]. Or Doctor Osway." The joke fell a bit flat.


However, Siobhan ignored them as she continued looking in the distance to where she thought Kaine was. "I'll tear him to shreds for Aba next time."


"Same Sith as on Wayland? What was his name again...Kaine?"


"Yes," Siobhan responded very coldly, icily.


"Just asking. Come on, no offence, but you're not gonna tear anyone to shreds looking like that," Mei-Ling insisted and without further ado Siobhan was helped into the shuttle, since her leg had decided that it hated walking, and it took off, leaving Contruum behind it. Some time later and it would've left the planet entirely and docked at a Firemane ship, which jumped for hyperspace.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Objective: C
NPC Template:
Locations: Beneath the ground, west
Controller: Vedrana Black
Forces: 8250 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), 130 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"]

The Mountain

"Our forces have engaged the enemy from beneath the ground, sir."

The man that Ms. Black had placed in charge of the mountain forces nodded in silent agreement as he lowered the binocs he was using to scan the field. Now that the battle was engaged, his forces would remain in position and continue to rain fire down upon the enemy from range. The troops here were full reserves, and weren't meant to engage in the main battle unless they were needed to turn the tide. As it was, he was fairly certain that they were winning.

"Birdies, I need your ETA?" he called through his MITE.

"1 MIC out."

That meant the gunships were incoming. That was good. With the gunships inbound, he waved for the artillery to cease fire. The guns stopped instantly. Then he waited and watched through the binocs as the 20 Manta-class gunships swept around the mountains and came in towards the enemy Vong, ignoring the biker gang, and started spraying with laser fire before dropping proton bombs on the rear and sides of the enemy column, their targetting computers careful not to allow them to drop anywhere near their own ground forces.

Once the bombs were dropped, he signaled the artillery again.

"Focus fire on the aft half of the enemy column."

The artillery rained hell.

Up From Below

The first out of the tunnel were the LOBO's. The speedy dog-like droids ran into the enemy lines, darting here and there to take down enemy combatants. These droids were created specifically for fighting and unmasking hidden Vong, but they were equally effective as a dog army. Of course they sustained heavy losses because they were the first into battle, but that was to be expected, all things considered. Still, the element of surprise was on their side.

As the enemy unleashed their bugs, the Republic Troopers at the front began their assault with the FAV-1's. A dose of the spapalm, as they called it, was good enough to vaporize any thud bug or blast bug that got in its way, and it was equally effective as melting the Vong forces. Humane? No, but war wasn't humane. War was disgusting a gory. Besides, who cared about humane when it came to the absolutely disgusting figures of the Yuuzhan Vong? Vedrana would rather see the freaks all dead anyway. She giggled to herself in her helmet at that thought.

"Push forward! We have the advantage! Stay in formative lines and keep firing your spapalm!"

It was a veritable wall of the stuff. Of course they sustained losses. No attack was ever perfect enough for someone to avoid losing soldiers. She had a few dents in her armor from thud bugs herself. That was the nature of the beast. But with the artillery and air support raining hell on the Vong, she was certain that they were going to win this battle.

Actions:
-750 Republic Troopers Dead
-170 LOBO's lost
-Artillery focusing on the rear half of the Vong column
-Gunships have strafed and dropped 40 Proton Bombs
-Republic forces uses a wall of spapalm to push into the enemy

 

[Caulder Dune]

Location: Lancer Force is at Grid 14 -> Lancer Force halted
Controller: Adekos
Forces:

• [x020] x Z7 Probe Droids
• [x274] x Lancer Droids
• ​[Other Forces Unknown]

Objective: C - Flirting With Disaster
Allies: [member="Zulia Kwaad"] | [member=Sinistra]
Enemies: [member="Vedrana Black"] | [member="Ali Hadrix"] | [member="Sannika Brynn"]
Equipment: Exemplar-class Personal Energy Shield, Lightsaber, Obsidian Armor

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Through a pair of electrobinoculars, Adekos observed the veritable firestorm that had been kicked up over his Yuuzhan-Vong allies. Normally firebombing degenerate Vong would have brought something resembling joy to his cold and withered heart. But in this explicit scenario it brought fear and frustration. This was just another sign of a continuing complication of what should have been a simple "raid and hold" escapade. It would have gone so smoothly, but someone just had to tack ten thousand of these knuckle-dragging masochists along for the ride. Now there were Republic goons tunneling the ground out from underneath them and bombers making passes.

Maybe it would have happened regardless, but since there was no way to know for sure, Adekos was content to place the blame on that insipid horde's leader. In the wake of the firestorm, the lancer company had halted in its tracks. This didn't stop some stray Cardinam from being carried along the wind and dousing his forces. For what little it was worth, the Yuuzhan-Vong appeared to try and intercept some of the explosives while they were still airborne with sporadic bursts from... Well, Adekos wasn't familiar with how Vong weaponry worked or what they were called. Suffice to say it was probably useless.

Adekos grit his teeth. "I want you to guess how many we just lost."

"Uh, I'd say about-"

A technician looked up from his workstation and shouted. "Twenty-six."

Great. First his thunder was stolen by the Vong, now technicians were interrupting his annoyed outbursts. Did anything want to go right today?

"That's not so bad." The lieutenant offered. "All things considered, we've-"

"We've wandered straight into a trap, my friend, and we have our catastrophe of Vong to thank for it!" Adekos shoved the binoculars into the man's chest. "Even as we speak, Republic soldiers just burrowed out from underground like a particularly malignant mole and are roasting them over an open fire! Now they're firebombing everything on this road. They probably roasted a few of their own in doing that, but the situation's far too gone to derive any amusement from it. We could have had ten thousand lancer droids and it wouldn't make a difference."

"Are we going to retreat?"

It disturbed Adekos how hopeful the lieutenant sounded at the prospect, but he quickly realized his blunder and clarified. "A, uh, tactical retreat. To regroup and-"

"We're going to get everyone onto the ships. And then we're going to flee for our lives."

"Is that an order?"

Adekos considered the odds. Unless he got some directions from any allies- seeing as his own plans were shot -the situation had devolved far too much to salvage.

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Summary of Actions:

• 26 Lancer Droids destroyed by incendiaries.
• Yuuzhan-Vong critters destroy some projectiles.
• Retreat (non-tactical) considered.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Killing Fields
Objective: A - Rip apart the field
Allies: None Nearby
Enemies: [member="Atham'aali'kema"]
Gear: Plates of Scorn, Great Divide, One (1) Offering Crystal, Simmersilk Bodyglove
Theme: Mudshovel by Staind

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmH3OugIZt8[/media]​

In truth Braith hadn't forgotten about the Amphistaff, but she could only deal with one thing being so close to her at a time - and lightning kept the one she didn't particularly feel like dealing with at bay, for now. She had kept her left hand free of lightning for exactly this reason, dealing with the serpent that is, and she wondered if the Chiss would even begin to suspect the purpose of her gauntlets, easily the most effective portion of her armor, as she thrust her hand over her elongated right arm, her hand reaching for the snake-staff. The wonderful thing about alchemy, and about the force in general, was its amazing abilities limited almost solely by imagination and knowledge. So these gauntlets, as ornately decorated as they may be, caused anything which came in contact with them - that which wasn't either created by or was not Braith - to both experience a sudden raise in temperature and to combust.

As much as she relied on such things such as telekinesis, altering the environment, and other such long-range abilities, Braith was fully aware that close combat was not necessarily something that would be suitable relying solely on the force - much less a heavy sword, especially if she decided not to bring her spear. And though she knew her armor was cumbersome, which was evident by her being pushed back by her lack of mobility, it was the specially treated gauntlets which made up for the collective weight - even if it was a weight she could shoulder. While the Amphistaff went for her face again, the palm of her hand was up in front of her cheek to meet its bitter kiss. Part of her hoped it would try to curl around her hand and pull it down - and her with it - and part of her hoped it would try to twist and bite her so that she could grab it, and in effect Maalik with it. In either case she was going to be burning a snake tonight.

 

[Darth Ayra]

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

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

Both Sith charged in at the same time. Pushing down on the ignition button of her lightsaber, Ella rose to face their defiance. Parry. Parry. Parry. Momentum was carrying them, but it couldn't last for long. She felt the loss of energy in Nerius. Two heals, as well as the various Force powers he had used, would surely count in the final part of the battle.

The same could be said for Mullarus. Throwing the earlier carcass at both of them was a great strain on the mind and body. In conjunction with the Force Stuns that she had used- the more potent Force Stasis on Nerius- meant that with each swing they took, the more tired they became.

Her offense at the beginning of the duel had cost her. But the Force flowed through her and it told her to keep defending, never striking back. Moving from the Outer Ring Defense, Ella moved into the Mid Ring to combat the three lightsabers that were being swung at her. Concentrated on the defense, the Jedi Knight would wait for them to falter before winning the fight.