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

[James Mathison]

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

The black cloaked Jedi indeed heard the subtle shift in the sands off to his left though no footfall was heard along with it, he reacted with the speed of a practiced swordsman, orange blades springing to life and his left hand twisting to deflect the blow from his invisible opponent by the smallest of margins. The heat of the blade was felt even through the mask that hid his identity. Spinning away, James took the opening stance of Makashi. One blade high and off-hand low.

Pushing forth with the Force, he could feel the creatures presence, although he couldn't see it. It was small, judging by the angle of the attack. The shimmer of the attackers stealth field was lost to James when he spun away from the attack.

"I can feel you, might as well show yourself." The stoic, deep voice echoed from behind the mask. James stretched out with the Force, in case his opponent refused to reveal himself. He was off a few meters to the left of his field of view, but it wasn't exact. James reached deep and unleashed a torrent of Force energy in the general direction of the assassin. The wide wave would hopefully flush out the creature.

"If it's a battle of stealth you want, an open field isn't the place. Although I can play this game too."

 

[Nerius]

Location: Killing Field
Objective: A
Allies: One Sith!
Enemies: [member="Ella Nova"]

Proximity was an asset for many things in combat, but being on the receiving end of a Force Push point blank, not so much!

Launched through the air, Nerius landed with a hard groan. Slowly rising, he pressed a hand gently against his chest and sighed. Nothing broken so far, possible fracture, but he needn't heal just yet. Casting his eyes towards the woman who now was quite a few yards away, he wondered what the rest of the fight would be like.

This far he was caught off guard, how could the rest progress if allowed to go the same? Would she hold him prisoner or kill him? Nerius jerked gently, realizing where his thoughts were moving and was surprised. He had never thought like this! Blasted robes! For every upside, there was a down!

Moving slowly back across the distance covered, he let both plasma blades of his sabers drag across or through ancient bones long covered in moss. Then with a swiftness, he snapped himself into the air by combining a jump with a Force Pull upwards. Like a bird he sailed towards her, before coming down like a meteor, both sabers in an over hand strike style.

 

[Iziz]

Location: Killing Fields
Objective: Destroy Sith
Allies: GR
Enemies: GR James Mathison

His opponent was quick, the strike which had been launched for him had been felt through the force, not that Iziz would know the means, only that the two brilliant golden blades which exploded to life were able to deflect the Jawas' blow before it met its target. This man was fast, at least on par with himself when not augmented by his own force speed. Iziz needed to re-evaluate his attack, so, following through with the spin force of his blow Iziz retracted his blade once again and fled back a couple of meters and watched from stealth as he was called out... Though the Jawa did not reveal himself at that very moment... instead he waited for the prime-opportune moment to do so.

This Jedi was confident.

The well of power which was summoned by the Jedi Iziz could feel in an instant as it was launched just as quickly in the Jawas's direction, not looking to dive to a side or meet it with force of his own Iziz took an astonishingly quick step forward and planted the pole of his weapon into the ground and vaulting upwards over the wave of telekinetic force in the direction of the Jedi, the wave crashing into Iziz's weapon as he arced over it, knocking the weapon backward and throwing Iziz into a terrifying vertical cyclone toward his opponent. As Iziz reached the pinnacle of his spin, the sheer momentum caused the stealth-field to break, putting the machine into a short cool-down cycle.

Iziz's Golden bio-luminescent eyes matched the colour of Jame's blade as now both of the Jawa's blade expanded in either direction from the double ended saber pike. Like a spiraling comet Darth Yannis Descended upon his opponent,. dozens of chaotic spinning blows backed by the force and momentum of Mathison's own telekinesis.

Iziz accepted his challenge.

[member="James Mathison"]

 

[Kaidan Hawk]

Location: Killing Fields
Objective:Battles of the past A
Allies: Republic and their allies
Enemies: One Sith(and their allies, of course)

Contruum... The place of many battles... he was here not for them though, he was here for selfish reasons, the memories he lost. Kaidan never really stood with the other imperial knights all the time, mostly in mission, but he had missions of his own, regaining his memory was incredibly hard it seemed.. he was here for several days already yet... nothing. Having his lightsaber and imperial armor isn't really like having an army.. not at all in fact but it was enough in the republic space, what could happen after all?

Of course, the sith fleet could get here and attempt to conquer the entire planet... He didn't think about this. Kaidan wasn't the one to rush everything, he was patient, sometimes even calculate, he watched the sith fleet coming in orbit... and then something... happened. Images in his mind... words forming, he could see someone in a ship... piloting. It was not clear but it was a memory, he didn;t know who was that guy but he could clearly see he wasn't a good guy, the armor he wore, the eyes he had, Kaidan shook his head holding it with his right hand for a while as he remembered the man speaking "Let them cower... I will ravage this land." It wasn't much but at least it was something... Once he raised his head he could see that the battle already begun... the sith were hear yet he could not hate.. not yet he stayed calm no matter how much he disliked the sith, he was going to do this as it should be done.

Kaidan looked at Mullarus the one who was not fighting anyone... what kind of sith does not engage especially an enemy who is already fighting someone else? That question was in Kaidan's mind, he begun walking to him slowly, could this man be like him? Could he have honor as he did even if he's a sith? He didn't know but couldn't find an explanation either, the imperial knight did not attack, but came right in front of the sith to make sure he sees him igniting his purple lightsaber.

"You came to conquer while I sit to defend." He begun, his expression could not be seen udner the helmet yet his voice showed he was determined "The eternal battle between the two, attacker and defender is now having us as it's protagonists." he then raise his lightsaber pointing it at Mullarus, it was a challenging posture, if he had honor as Kaidan thought, then he would find out soon enough. "So what will you do, sith? Shall we fight like the ancients before us, or like the mongrels of the present which's fear of death made them forget the true nature of war?" Fight with honor or without, it was a simple question he had to ask.

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Komo]

Location: Vicinity of Space Station/Shipyards
Objective: B (About to board space station/shipyards)
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: The Galactic Republic

"Jumping out in 3..2..1..." The voice of the Omen's navigator echoed through the intercom of the assault corvette. As the ship came out of hyperspace, it was a literal war zone as the deep black was found streaked with blaster fire and minor explosions. A plethora of One Sith ships littered the area, sending forth waves of transports heading towards the space station that orbited above Contruum. "Incoming!" A quick swerve was needed to avoid the stream of turbolaser fire that aimed towards the corvette. The stream instead claimed an unlucky transport behind.

Darth Noxia was seated in her command chair, overseeing the incoming events through the main viewing transparisteel window on the bridge. The anti-ship defences on the space station were working overtime, their turbolaser cannons shooting out stream after stream at the oncoming One Sith ships. The Sith ships in the vicinity were putting out some fire support of their own, trying to cover the transports as best as they could. "Give me weapons control." The order was made to the weapons specialist as he transferred control to the holographic terminal on her desk.

Greta did enjoy firing the weapons very much, the piloting, not so much. Adding the Omen's turbolasers and quad laser cannons to the already saturated weapons fire in the area, this one was however directed towards the station's defences, aiding the cause of the One Sith's boarding action. A number of Pew Pews were mumbled softly as they struck home, sending a few of the turbolaser batteries out of commission. A fist pump swiftly commenced, a quick celebratory gesture for what might seem like a long battle. She took what she got anytime.

"Take us around to the least defended part of the station's airlock. It's time we got the party started."

 

[Darth Ayra]

Location: The Killing Fields
Objective: A
Allies: -
Enemies: Nerius

[member="Nerius"]

Ella soared into the air, under the machinations of her enemy. Instinctively, she raised her lightsaber in conjunction to where the Force led her to swing. Blue met red once more, as she and Nerius clashed in mid air.

Resisting Nerius' Force hold on her body, the Jedi Knight turned off her lightsaber as she tucked her body in to roll through the air and back down towards the ground. The orange hues along the floor, where Nerius' dragged his weapons, was where Ella landed in a barrel roll. Immediately, she sprung back up onto her feet as she came to a stop.

Igniting her lightsaber once again, the Jedi Knight lifted her hand towards the Sith Acolyte. Pulling onto the Force, Ella attempted to weave a Force Stun through Nerius' body. Following the attempt, she was immediately back on the attack.

Instead of going for the killing blow, Ella aimed to disarm Nerius' of one of his lightsabers, by slicing the blue light of her own lightsaber into Nerius' hilt, in an attempt to destroy his weapon.

 

[James Mathison]

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

James finally saw his opponent for what it was...A Jawa... Strange. Never in a millennia would that have been what James guessed his attacker to be. It was shocking, for only a moment, then the weapon it held was revealed to be a double pike. That meant trouble, yet opportunity. Reacting with speed to the little Sith's movements, the swirling red spin of tiny death, James held to Makashi and simply deflected the spiral of attacks and backpedeled to keep up with the attacks.

As his muscle-memory took over, he focused his mind on that of the creature below him. The mind was such a fragile thing, and if pushed in the right areas, it was easy to take ones mind and make it your own. The Force flowed from James' mind into Iziz's aiming to cloud the controls and transfer them to James. Mind Control, a powerfully useful technique if used right. With his training as a Padawan centering around mental attacks, his master [member="Rexus Drath"] would be proud he'd made it to the use of Mind Control.

As the feelers went out towards the Jawa's brain, James would look to slow the creature down considerably. Put on the E-Brake so to speak. Continuing to deflect his Saberstaff with simple moves and redirects.

 

[Skorn Draclau]

Objective A: Castle Contru, edge of the battlefield.
Location: Contruum
Enemies: Any who dare cross his path.

[member="Erinyes Draclau"]

Death had come to Contruum. Pale fingers jiggled the runebones and cast them out onto the velvet cloth. The result was the same as it had been the last twenty times the runes had been cast.

Death.

"I dont understand..."

The short man leaned forward from his throne of stone, straining a vein in his forehead as he squinted hard at the runes. Of course he did not understand. Few truly did. The art of foretelling a future out from the many that could be was a delicate one. An art best handled by experts.

"Do you mean I will die?"

The words had a sudden and impressive effect on the court. A hush fell on the chattering that had become a near constant background drone. The stone walls and floors echoed the silence, amplifying it. The magus swept up his black robes and drew closer to his liege lord.

"My Lord, that is...foretelling is not a certain art. Even if the the runes are clear the outcome of the runes is seldom as clear. Death can mean many things. It can mean a great change or even..."

"You will die."

The cold voice interrupted the Magus before he had time to soothe his monarch's fears any more. Pale fingers gathered up the runes and pocketed them inside a crimson robe. Golden eyes flicked from face to shocked face, drinking in the atmosphere.

"Oh perhaps a few of you might live...but you...Baron, will certainly die. And everything you stand for, this scrapheap barony at the edge of an ancient battlefield, this crude shelter of old stone, your family line that you have forced to exist beyond it's natural span...all will be carrion and dust."

The man rose up, he was tall, gaunt and imposing. Casting a long shadow on the stone floor. He was robed in crimson and it contrasted strikingly with his bleached skin and hair. His golden eyes left no doubt as to who he was. A Sith had come to divine the fortunes of this house and had instead foretold doom. Why was this even a surprise?

"When? At least tell me when?"

In answer the Sith turned and walked towards the closed balcony double doors, two guards weakly rose their blastspears in meek defiance before stepping back. Reaching the doors the Sith clamped one hand on each knob and pushed. For a moment it looked like the heavy metal doors would resist the force, then slowly and noiselessly they swung open. Outside the skies were dark, lightning flashing occasionally. Yet the careful eye would note that the skies were not just dark from the promise of thunder and lightning. They were dark because of something more.

"Aaah."

One of the courtiers noticed it first. Dark streaks moving against the flow of the clouds. Fire spewing in their wake. Hundreds, no countless thousands of them.

"Invasion...it is an invasion."

"We are doomed."

The Sith however walked on to the edge of the balcony and stared into the mouth of the coming storm, whispering to himself only.

"When do we die? Perhaps the very day we are born."

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]Space Station - Docking Bay D39[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] B (Get his ship repaired)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] He, himself and him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Enemies:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] Time itself ( [/SIZE][member="Greta Kohler"] )

[SIZE=10.6667px]Contruum.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]It shouldn’t have surprised him that his ship would need repairs on the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]same[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] day as the One Sith decided to attack the world. Almost like the Galaxy at large was trying its very best to feth up his carefully laid out plans - he had some contacts within the Sith Hierarchy, but nothing that would protect him during a war scenario.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Sith love their shoot first, then ask questions.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“How long ‘til the ship is repaired?” the Underlord asked the mechanic, while lightening up a cigarette. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Regardless of what would happen, would be better to be smoking while facing the rain.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“The Sith fleet is too close, Khal. Hearing those turbolasers working… they might be two minutes away from boarding us directly.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“So… how long?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Not soon enough, I am afraid.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Khal sighed softly and looked out of the viewport. He could see the fight raging there, could almost [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]sense[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] the lives being snuffed out on both sides.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]What a waste.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“My men and me will hold off the invaders on this side of the station. I doubt we will be able to do much good though, but it might give you enough time to repair the ship, so we can get out of here.” he studied the mechanic for a while, before chuckling softly. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave ya to rot here, when we are leaving you are coming with.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]With that the mechanic seemed a little bit more relaxed and nodded, before scurrying off to continue his repairs.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Let’s go, fellas. We can at least try to make this a bit less embarrassing for the Republic.”[/SIZE]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: On Contruum
Allies: Her Padawan [member="Barrien Siegfried"]
Enemies: Vengeance | [member="Vaulkhar"]
Theme: You gotta sink to learn to swim

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0hYN20a7Jc

One hand rested on her katana. She was dressed in her standard Jedi robes, a saber and shoto attached to her belt.

Around her the fighting had already started, but she stood there impassively. Eyes closed and deeply connected to the Force. When it was time to act, she would be told. It was the one thing she had always trusted implicitly.

Of course her Teräs Käsi training was a boon in predicting attacks – as was her fighting style that blended Soresu and Center of Being. Which is how she was rapidly appearing – the proverbial eye in the storm.

For someone was coming – she was sure of that. But the who and the why evaded her. And her mind kept flitting back to her younger sister. Coincidence? Perhaps, but the Jedi did not believe in luck.

Surely Melori was not here? She would sense her. But if not Melori then who? For images of the graveyard back on Corellia kept returning unbidden into her mind. How could she have let her sister fall?

She shook her head and opened her eyes. The Force was nudging her. Soon. Very, very soon…

 

[Hopeman12]

Objective C.
Location: Republic Garrison
Objective: Help [member="SC-4486"] with his troops and Join my masters in the battlefield
Allies: [member="SC-4486"] [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Enemies: One Sith people

Jordun Hopped out of his starfighter as quickly as he could, considering he knew that he was late for the invasion. "R2, stay with the ship", He told his droid. As he walked towards the entrance of the garrison, Darko tried to contact his Master for guidance . He's going to need it during this mission.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: On Contruum
Allies: Pfffft…
Enemies: [member="Zaria"]
Theme: When it ends, we begin…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OU-aSylZoz0

Nubica felt only a warm anticipation. After a day of uncertainty and pretence, of waiting in anticipation, she was looking forward to doing a little straightforward, uncomplicated butt-whipping.

But then she caught the tone of her thoughts, and she sighed.

No Jedi was perfect. All had flaws against which they struggled every day. Nubica's few personal flaws were well known to every Jedi of her close acquaintance; she made no secret of them. On the contrary: it was part of Nubica's particular strength that she could freely acknowledge her weaknesses, and was not afraid to ask for help in dealing with them.

Her applicable flaw? She liked to fight. This, in a Jedi, was especially dangerous.

And Nubica was an especially dangerous Jedi – even for a Padawan.

With rigorous mental discipline, she squashed her anticipation and decided to remain stationary – the desire to run into battle was a strong one. Perhaps she could simply talk the One Sith into surrendering.

Instead of beating them into submission.

As she reached her decision, the One Sith troopers facing her reached their range. Professionals indeed: without a word, they levelled their weapons, and twin packets of galvenned plasma streaked at her and the Republic forces.

In even the best-trained human shooter there is at least a quarter-second delay between the decision to fire and the squeeze on the trigger. Deep in the Force, Nubica could feel their decision even before it was made: an echo from her future.

Before their fingers could so much as twitch, she was moving.

By the time the blaster bolts were a quarter of the way there, Nubica had broken into a sprint, the speed of her run opening her cloak. By the time the bolts were halfway there, the Force had snapped her lightsaber into her palm. At three-quarters, her blade extended, and when the blaster bolts reached her they met not flesh and bone but a meter-long continuous cascade of vivid purple energy.

Nubica reflexively slapped the bolts back at the shooters – but her eyes were not on the soldiers, who routinely picked an easier target. No..she saw only the Chiss.

“This party’s over,” she said as she slowed to a walk.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Objective A
Location: The Killing Fields
Allies: One Sith/ [member="Nerius"]
Enemies: [member="Ella Nova"]

[youtube]https://youtu.be/tWaye_eG1e8[/youtube]​

There...

A Jedi. A woman. How pleasing that she was battling one of Mullarus' first opponents in an old tournament, the very sithspawn who defeated him on Ilum. Mullarus' dark gaze met that of [member="Nerius"], who appeared to be weakened. The woman, [member="Ella Nova"], was likely beating him.

Forget a one versus one duel. Time to help out an old rival.

Mullarus' dark green lightsaber ignited with a hiss, the rain falling and dissolving on top of the blade as he quickly dashed toward the woman, using both hands to swing his lightsaber horizontally at her as she seemed occupied with casting a force ability toward Nerius.

My vengeance begins!

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Killing fields
Objective: A
Allies: 0S
Enemies: Pubs & Friends; [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] and/or [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Gear: 2x lightsabers, cybernetic hand with a hidden blade, sword


Avreet wants to fight Jedi. Avreet needs to fight Jedi. Setting aside the complicated mix of relationships involving him, the Covenant of the Black Rose, his red skinned mistress, the One Sith, the Sith in general, the Republic and their Jedi allies, Darth Veles stood ready to face another challenge in form of more Jedi defending this world. It was the need to test his strength alone that brought him here – despite the utter lack of loyalty to either of the fighting powers prompting him not to get involved, despite the fact his allegiance to Lady Zarrah and thus the Covenant branded him a traitor. As one of the invaders, he’d offer the defending side many courtesies, leaving whether they accepted or not up to them. Mercy rarely found its place within the Sith’s heart, but his sense of honour held ruthlessness on a short leash and dictated the Mon Cal to make room for compassion. And while the Sith Lord had no intention of slaughtering any Jedi today, he still wished to battle the Jedi and bring them to their knees. Unless his opponent happened to be a Padawan, of course. Fighting Jedi in training would be unfair and only proved his own weakness, acceptable only in case the fool challenged him.

Waving the shuttle responsible for delivering him onto the planet’s scarred surface away, the Mon Cal glanced around. Everything around him gave away this place was a battlefield. An ancient one, but that was soon going to change. More blood would be soaked into the thirsty ground, more junk that used to be machinery would litter the surface, more bones would be buried beneath the soil. Darkened skies threatening the upcoming event voiced their disapproval in a thundering voice, but nobody listened. The skeletal remains of Vong technology only reminded the amphibious Sith of one of the many reasons he disliked the power he currently fought for. Observing the rusty debris for a moment, the Sith Lord made a wish for a certain Cathar Padawan he had encountered some time ago to live through this battle and stay true to her beliefs. The same wish was meant for his apprentice, Kendrix. Whatever happened today, the young Theowei had to live and continue carrying the way of true Sith. In the massive storm of signatures popping up all around as his senses noticed Jedi and Sith presences alike, it became hard to tell whether either woman participated in this battle.

Despite being an assassin and mastering the technique allowing him to mask his presence and signature, Darth Veles made no attempt at hiding himself. The uncommon and strangely neutral presence alongside with the sense of inner calm radiating from within his form did not reveal the Mon Cal’s allegiance as it beckoned others to come and face him. The crimson beam of pure energy that snapped to life with a sly hiss certainly did. Twirling the curved hilt within his left palm, the Sith rapidly brought the tip of his weapon down to the ground, mere centimetre or two from scorching it. With no armour shielding his body, he sure was an interesting sight, especially since most of his 'allies' sported thick shells to hide within.

Darth Veles paid it no mind, the whole galaxy reduced to him and his future opponents.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Objective: A
Location: Contruum
Allies: Republic, [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: Sith, [member="Darth Veles"]
Gear: 1x MKI bolter, 1x bolt pistol, 1x sonic shotgun, wrist-worn flamethrower, vibroknife, grenades, lightsabre, beskar'gam


Once upon a time the Republic had backed a leftist workers' revolution against the fascist corporate dictatorship of Contruum then backed out and left the rebels to die, though the insurgency continued. Much later Jedi had come here to apprehend Velok while he was auctioning the Jedi and Sith archives. Violence had ensued. Periodically Contruum had hit the news again, none of it positive.


Briefly the Mandalorians had established control, but then lost it when Akala went on her rampage. Now apparently the Republic was in control, but unless they had found the time to pump a massive number of credits into nation-building, it stood to reason that the planet had no progressed far from being the impoverished hellhole it had been for ages.


Muddy rain sluiced down walls and roof-tiles as Siobhan made her way across the land. Unsurprisingly there were storm clouds overhead. If it were not for Contruum's strategic location, there would be no reason to hold on to it. If it fell, the Republic would be sliced in half and might as well close up shop. Fortunately, the Countess was neither an optimist nor a believer. So she went in search of some Sith to kill, ignoring the wails of long-dead ghosts who lamented their planet's sorry fate since it had once again become a battleground. As was characteristic for her, Siobhan did not try to hide or obscure her Force Signature. Firstly because she was a novice in that field, and secondly because she did not see the point. So she let the energies of her dark aura flow freely. A leash was kept on the cold fury that so often gave her fuel. It would be taken off when needed. As she made her way across the war-torn ground, she sensed a presence nearby. A strong one, though its exact allegiance could not be discerned yet. Eyes narrowed she gripped her bolter and pressed forward, ready to engage.

 

[Vrag]

Location: Shipyards
Objective: B
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Davin Skirata"] | Galactic Republic
NPC:
P-4 & P-11
Equipment:

Spoiler

Lightsaber
Chom-Huun
Vulcan Blaster Rifle + disruptor
Vonduun Skerr Ygdris
Blorash jelly, Firejelly, Magma pebbles, Plasma eel
Thud bugs, Razor bugs, Blast bugs, Snap bugs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBgp5aDH23g​

The orbiting shipyards of Contruum didn't seem to be in a much better shape than what you'd expect them to be after all the poodoo the planet had seen. Add a four century plague, a few territory changes, and generally living in the Galactic backwater, and you'll end up with a floating pile of rust and corrosion that was the shipyards in question. A sad sight, if she had the time to observe her environment beyond the useful details that could help her out in a clinch. A few loose wires there, a scorched, weakened wall there, some stairs on the other side of the hangar… they were tidbits, nothing more.

Soldiers moved past her, pouring down the corridors with well-trained discipline and the glint of many a battle in their eye, some with gusto, others with fear, but all with the unrelenting bark of a weapon in their grasp.

The Hand chose a different route, however. The corridors were a maze to navigate, and likely rife with traps. Well, maybe rife with traps. So far, Vrag hadn't seen any sign of Republic resistance yet, which either meant they weren't there at all, or were preparing some sort of elaborate ambush. Her HUD was empty of all heat signatures so far, and what little she could feel in her immediate surroundings through the Force was muddy and blurred to the point that she likely couldn't detect Darth Vader if he was breathing down her neck. Oh, well, pros and cons.

She ascended the stairs she'd noticed before, quick, long strides with both Parkeljni before her and a small tail of mismatched troops on their heels. One level, then another, and another, until a maintenance hatch stopped their progress abruptly. The firrerreo didn't even so much as frown as she watched the P-4 place a blast bug on the old durasteel before the lot of them moved back. With an angry hiss and a bang, both the door and the bug went up in fire and smoke, the steel caving in and even crumbling into thin red confetti at the edges. Should've paid more attention the place, indeed.

Without further ado, the small group climbed up into the maintenance tunnel, the sound of their footfall bouncing a few times before fading away into nothing. The Hand briefly consulted the blueprints she'd imported into her HUD, then promptly motioned for the squad to continue forward in a light jog.

 

[Komo]

Location: Docking Bay D38
Objective: B
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] | The Galactic Republic

The skilful piloting of the Omen by its talented flight crew brought the corvette to the airlock at Docking bay D38 without much of an issue. Behind her in the distance, the war raged on, the window occasionally lighting up with the flash of explosions as the waves of transports and their escorts that never seemed to end, raced towards the shipyards ignoring the casualties they suffered in doing so. Such was war, and the commanders and soldiers of the One Sith only know that so well.

They were not to allow weak sentiments of such to deter or hinder them in their progress for their objectives. Heeled boots stepped on the cold durasteel floor of the docking bay followed by the sound of heavier footsteps as the personal guards of Darth Noxia accompanied her off the ship, assembling in the docking bay, their rifles at the ready.

Docking bay D38 was relatively quiet, with not a soul to be seen, for reasons unknown to her. Where were the republic soldiers? The defenders? An educated guess would see her answering her own question, the defenders amassing near the main central airlock as well as manning the station and shipyards defences where several of the transports had managed to unload their complement of One Sith troopers, keeping them at bay for now.

Armoured in her war armour, Sinister, her trust lightsaber and her Helfire sidearm holstered on her hip, the Sith knight gave the order for a portion of her Firebats to explore the immediate vicinity, checking to see what they could find.

"Search and secure the area, be sure to check for any hidden defenders or valuables."

They gave her a sharp salute followed by a click of their heeled boots before they fanned out to carry the order."Roger that, Lady Noxia." Greta then swivelled her head from end-to-end trying to see if there was anything she had missed out in her initial scan of the room. Her keen hearing heard what sounded like chatter coming from the adjacent docking bay nearby. Using her audio amplifiers, she verified the sounds to be indeed that of live people, not just a recording or something of that sort.

Docking Bay D39.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: A the killing fields (aka ruin Jedi Grandmaster's Day)
Location: Knock Knock I am Here
Allies: [member="Vaulkhar"]
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] (Called) [member="Barrien Siegfried"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9yfTwZb0Wo

Vengeance stood for a brief moment looking back over his shoulder to check on Vaulkhar. He pulled his hood up over his head as he started to step forward.

"Come Vaulkhar we have a world to conquer." "Be swift, be deadly."

Vengeance smiled softly under the hood as he pushed through the battlefield the force pulling him to a certain spot ignoring all around him. He didn't know where or why until he saw her in the distance. The one Jedi who seemed to be calm and untouched by the fury all around her. This is what he had come here for. This is who he was supposed to meet and kill. He looked puzzled for a moment almost stopping in his tracks. Why her?

He pushed the thought out of his mind moving forward in that slow methodical walk until he was only ten feet away from her.

"Looking for me are you?" "For surely you have no other reason to be standing here watching your people die." "Well here I am." "Shall we be civil and start with your name or shall we skip the pleasantries?" "I leave that choice up to you Jedi."

His tone was a bit playful yet serious even though his saber still lay clipped to his belt.

 

[Lassiter]

Location: Space Station
Objective: Arrive at Hangar 19!
Allies: [member="Ameli Trahir"]
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"]
Gear: Saber and Armor, none of which are special.

“Yes, you do.” Master Lassiter came out to play. “It is your duty and my duty. Now get dressed.”

Counter started. Five minutes from now there would be life and movement in that room and much to Sena’s expectations she was correct. The circumstances were a bit different, but Sena was still correct. Three minutes passed of before the blonde in the bed was forced out of it. Sena herself was forced to the ground in a wobble she hadn’t anticipated. To be honest she hadn’t anticipated the alarms to go off, or any explosions to rock the ship.

A hand was dragged across her face as if to remind herself that she had just woken up. The ship continued to shake and so did Sena as she got up from the ground. With Ameli approaching her mid-dressing there was nothing Sena could do but smirk.

The two went for the cockpit.

“Yeah...” Lassiter would allow herself a look at the situation before mimicking her friend-slash-apprentice and strapping herself in. Outside was the rapidly approaching space station and the ship was set in its collision course. A hangar by the starboard side, if such things even existed on space station. Sena wouldn’t know.

“So, a robe?” She chuckled at Ameli. “Never really thought I’d see you in the clothes of my people.”

The ship crashed into the ground and slid across the hangar floor. In the back of the ship you could hear the sound of what seemed like parts of the ship falling apart. Engines were out and quite possibly on fire. Actually, no, most certainly on fire. The ship came to a grinding halt before it collided with a wall. The smoke from the rest of the ship began spreading to the cockpit.

“We need to get out.” Sena stated the obvious. “Come on.”

She unbuckled herself and made way to the loading ramp. With the flick of a switch the ramp chimed up in what one could only imagine to be mechanical pain. There were troopers outside waiting for them.

“Sorry about the landing!” Sena announced her presence. “You know what they say about first impressions.”

It would have to do for witty opening lines. Her saber ignited and she went to work disposing of the first wave of soldiers. Now, what was it you did when you wanted to seize control of a space station from within? Eh, it didn’t matter. All with good time and all that.

 

[Kenrath]

Location: Contruum

Objective: Destory Republic Fleet

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

Enemies: Republic Fleet


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 gripped his chair has the Task Force came out of Hyperspace at there destination. Contruum, it was a place he knew little about. They had attempted to do a covert recon insertion a week earlier for intel but it had failed.

"LT scan the system I want to know everything that is here."


Thanith hit the comm button.

"I want Vaulkyrie is in space now." "Hit anything that moves." "I want orbit secured before the main Fleet arrives."

Thanith stood from the Captain's chair moving among his Bridge Officers. He gave each one a nod and a pat on the shoulder. It was time to rain down hades and they would do exactly that.

Lastly Thanith walked over to the view port to see what kind of Defense Fleet they would be up against. He hoped he had the element of surprise on his hands but he was not counting on it.