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

[Raymond Mosses]

Location: Contruum system
Objective: Repel sith assault force and engage Sith fleet
Allies: Galactic Republic and Allied fleeters
Enemies: One Sith and allied fleeters

Fleet:

Spoiler

Skywalker-class Star Destroyer - Independence
Resistance-class heavy assault cruiser - Discord
Rieekan-class Defense Frigate - Virtue
Antilles-class blockaid runner - Long Shot

Attack craft spun around the fire of Mosses fleets. A few hits found there way home but for the most part the small craft had managed to board the shipyard untouched, some however did not. Now was the time to switch to an offensive role and assist the forces on the station.

"Colonel You are green, Good Hunting."

A man in body armor on the other end of the com channel gave a stout "Yes Sir" and the channel closed. Seconds later assault craft exited the Independence inbound for the station to reinforce their defenders. He hoped it was not too late and that the men and women on the station were holding their own against the invaders.

Alarms sounded and proximity warnings came to life on the bridge. Seconds later Ray did not have to ask why. There in the distance he saw the three ships exit hyperspace. At the head was a nightmare of armor and guns.

"Commander Hold all remaining assault ships, we have a much bigger problem than the shipyard now. Have the chief start loading out anti-capital warheads on all fighters and bombers. Set condition Black and have damage control ready. I have a feeling we will need them."

A tactical officer began calling out the new contact information. Mosses did not need to know what was there it was more than evident.

"Tactical, I need a solution on the lead ship, and I need it now!"

Summary

Spoiler

* Deployed reinforcements to shipyards
* Preparing to engage Sith Fleet

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Deep Republic space
Objective: Prepare
Allies: [member="Commander Lusk"], The Republic
Enemies: N/A (OS)

The comm chatter provided background noise to an already hectic event, but it also provided a sense of personalism that united all within the cargo hold, and so Keira didn't switch it off. It helped to feel connected to these men and women, even if she had just met the whole of them mere hours ago, many through a screen nonetheless. Now their lives were intrinsically intertwined, and nothing would change that. Instead of isolating herself as had become typical in the past she took this time to converse quietly here and there as they prepared, offering support where she could and otherwise simply meandering through the cargo hold, allowing her presence to be known.

As their destination neared each of them grew a touch more stone-faced and serious in their actions, preparing in their own manner for what was to come. It was that fact she didn't bother to disguise, not bothering to encourage them that everything would work out in the end, because she knew that wouldn't be the case. Not now, and not ever. All they could do was learn to live with it all and brave another day. But for now, they fought. Such was the nature of war. Mottled blue and amber eyes tracked over every face in the crowd as she slowly came to a stop near the edge of the gathering, having finished her few laps about and through the crowded space.

The hour passed far quicker than any of them would have liked, though for her own part she was ready. Waiting around for battles to begin was the real killer at the end of the day. Most any trained soldier could be thrown headfirst into a warzone and survive somehow. She had done the same on numerous occasions. But to have the opportunity to sit and think through every possible calamity and wrong move that had even the smallest chance of transpiring could wear down anyone to the point that their will to fight was null and void. It was better to keep moving and continue with what activities were prescribed. At least then your own mind couldn't work against you.

It was a strangely peaceful event to have these men and women assembled before her in full armor, each of them armed and ready for what lay ahead. This was a display of strength on the behalf of the Republic, a sign that they weren't beaten down just yet. It marked the beginning of another stand. And, of course, she had been asked to give another speech, though a brief one. A small price to pay if it meant the downfall of the Sith in some respect. "Listen, I'm not good at this talking thing, so I'm going to make this short." Whether they liked it or not, she was far from eloquent. "Right now the Sith are down there on our planet, killing the men and women of this Republic. They think it's going to be easy, and they might have been right. But now we're here, and we're going to take it back." She flashed a rare, genuine smile. "Let's go kill 'em."

 

[Rapax]

Location: On the field with [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Cryax Bane"]
Controller: Darth Rapax
Forces: 20,000 N1-Battle Droid (Loadout: BTI-reaver series repeater x3 Thermal Detonators)x20 {url=http://starwarsrp.ne...model/}Tartorosclass walker alpha model{/url} x8 Iw-02a Logengrin x10 Daisya Infiltrator
Objective: Protect Cryax's forces
Opponents: GR forces at C (Also look at my post earlier i edited it because i changed my mind and decided to stick around this one)

Spoiler: Rapax's gear

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

Rapax saw [member="Ali Hadrix"]'s artillery start firing upon cryax's forces and had his walkers as well as the Logengrin to start shelling there artillery relentlessly. While he sent his droids to full on attack against [member="Alva Calvarona"]'s forces with half of the daiya infiltrators squad helping the fight as well. Rapax meditated for abit too he was staying focused on the fight yes but he had a plan in his mind for any dead warriors on either side. and for that plan to take fruition he needed full concentration and flow of his darkside power so that his technique can reach out to the battle zone it self this will prove to be quite the hearty advantage should this pan out properly it was the first time he used this in such a wide effect from such a distance but it was good practice, The GR and there allies would notice any organic forces that where destroyed would slowly come back to life. However....they will start fireing upon there own comrades instead of the enemies forces. Necromancy was such a fun power and will work excellently with the other commanders forces.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Location: The Killing Fields: Contruumere.
Objective: A.
Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"], One Sith and allies.
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] and GR.
Gear: Lightsaber, Armour, “Gorgon” Web Rifle.

Of late, Coci had seen nothing but war. It had not been long since the battle on Midvinter, a battle that saw the Silver Sanctum called to arms to protect a small village from an unnatural threat. What Coci had witnessed that day was sickening to say the least, countless undead Valkyri warriors controlled by something that twisted their souls and did not allow them to rest in peace. War always takes its toll on the living, the survivors that are left to live with such things as the memories of it. She is hardened now, war after war had saw to that. But still her gut twists with the thought of more killing, more death and for what?

The Republic is in danger once more, this campaign most vital for them to keep control over a large expanse of territory or else they will fall and countless worlds left open to the darkness that would come for them. The Sith once more powerful within the galaxy, the ebb and flow of power struggles that had blighted the galaxy forever and will continue to do so.. eternally. It is the way life is, force or no force, corruptions lay in wait for those not vigilant, and goodness stands guard to help when eyes are looking elsewhere. The age old battle of good and evil. And here she stands …

The lightning flashes revealing the field of battle before here, the glow of sabers of all colours blur in the distance as they strike blade to blade. The Force ripped in to, light against dark, fighting itself through vessels in the form of beings of all races, their philosophies at odds, subjective views of what or how the galaxy should be, does the Force want this? Is this it’s Will? How cruel it can be.

Coci adjusts her armour, shifting a panel for more comfort as it pinches her skin, it is a set of armour like most, it will protect her, not stop a saber but good enough. Her protection comes from another place, far across the galaxy stands a man she loves. It is this love that protect her, gives her unlimited strength and will. Oh if they only knew, just how powerful love really is. For those that know how to love.

Rippling through the force are many on the field, strong, weak, allies and non. Coci senses one that she knows well. Her head turns to the direction of Sio Kerrigan, a woman of considerable strength, not only in force but in life. Coci enters the field and stands next to her friend and fellow Silver Sanctum member.

“We have work to do”, she said with any more greeting. Coci’s saber hilt in her hand is ready, the other holds the Gorgon rifle and so they go.

 

[James Mathison]

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

James wasn't surprised to meet a mental wall of defense inside the Jawa, but the secondary presence wasn't anticipated. A curious entity of pure Darkside that tried to counter with its own Fear tactics. It would not be enough to insight anything more than increased resistance from James. His mind was already full of fear. It is what kept him alive all these years. Using fear to survive, kept him alert and wary.

With the dark presence attacking, he let it in, and closed the door behind it. Flooding his mind with the Light that fed his powers, James would drown the Darkness in Light. A growl left the lips of the Grey Jedi, as energy was poured into the mental battle as well as the physical one. The tendrils he'd placed inside Iziz's mind would continue to find an entrance into his psyche, aiming to take over control.

One the outside, James wasn't entirely in backpedal, his deflect had been enough to alter the attack to come slamming into the ground and not its intended target. When the Jawa showed its speed, James surmised it would be best to switch to Form II. He began swiping away with quick precise strikes at the Jawa, not needing to move so long as the Jawa kept on its forward attack. James then sidestepped to 'Olay' the Jawa past him and gain the back. Sending out a Shockwave of Force Energy that would shred the ground and bodies in its path towards the Jawa Sith. Speed was one thing but having the appropriate answer to each maneuver was better. In this case, knowledge was the key to victory.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Northwest
Controller: Draco
Forces: Unleash the First Wave
Clan Vereen Mercenaries

Spoiler

4 Mythosaur Walkers Aurek, Besh, Cresh, and Dorn
Titans (Aurek, Besh, Cresh, and Dorn)
2 YVH
Aliit’Drahr (Aurek, Besh, Cresh, Dorn, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta)
2 YVH

Aliit’Drahr (Aurek, Besh, Cresh, and Dorn)
Bes’uliik War Droids
1 Observer/1 Protector/1 YVH

Aliit’Drahr (Alfa, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot, Golf, Hotel)
1 Observer/1 Protector/1 YVH

Avenger-Class Starfighters (Just to keep off air support)

Objective: C (KILL THEM ALL)
Allies: [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Isamu Baelor"]
Opponents: [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Ciara Jevnaker"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Commander Lusk"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VCfiwgEE-Qk​

The might of the first group of Mythosaurs were on the ground, the first wave having descended to the planet’s surface like a tidal wave of beskar and flesh and power. There are few beings alive that can look to the skies, see them darkened by the coming of Mandalorians and not be worried, and rightly so.

The howls had died off as warriors moved through the wooded foothills of the mountain north of the Republic Garrison. Coordination among Mandalorians was simple. Point them in the right direction and instincts, experience, and raw talent handle the details.

With the Republic and their allies intent on making it difficult to land troops and bring them to the garrison our mission was simple. Slaughter everything between the Sith Forces and the Republic Garrison.

“Take the mountains. Bathe them in blood!”

“OYA DRAHR’BUIR!” The roar came across the comms as the warriors answered the order. Their eyes turned eastward looking to the mountains north of the garrison. Their armor blocked sensors well and the camouflage shifted with their surroundings making them difficult to see. The mass of infantry units separated and split into their smaller units of just over thirty. These would be large enough to be extremely dangerous and small enough to slip around the mountains without drawing to much attention.

The warriors hustled around the mountain, running, jogging, climbing through the foothills to get to the flank of their foe, the forces of [member="Alva Calvarona"] . She had Stormtroopers, she would face Mandalorian warriors, armed to the teeth, literally, and monstrous with murderous intent. When they arrived there they would seek out and engage any and all Imperial units in close combat, using their beskads, crushgaunts, wrist weapons, and grenades to hack them to pieces. Decked in full powered beskar armor the Aliit’Drahr dominated close combat.

Dozens of tiny probes, almost invisible to sensors and scanners littered the mountain passes staying away from combat, simply observing, just as their name implies. Maybe later the combat ones could make an appearance. They were pretty rough, and nice and shiny YVH weapons replaced with extra special anti-vehicle acid throwers.

The Mythosaurs however would be of no use like that, neither would the Titans, standing eight feet tall and wielding extremely heavy weapons. They would make the most of their weapons by hitting the outlying forces of the Republic. Mythosaurs turned main guns at the advancing forces of [member="Ali Hadrix"] , letting the first salvo’s loose at them, sundering the very earth, sending a visible shockwave from their barrels and igniting the sky. The massive EMP ACS-603 rounds arced through the sky. The titans moved in small groups further ahead of the vehicles, forming small groups and preparing to unleash the full might of their shoulder cannons at the advancing forces. The range was great, but the power of the variable output blastercannons they wielded could rival Starfighter weaponry given enough charge time. The formed alternating groups to keep the pain going, to keep them all pinned down, or to walk through the forest under a withering storm of high powered blaster bolts.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Location: "The Killing Fields"
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Darth Azurea"], possibly
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"], @+1, possibly
Gear: Lightsaber x2, Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, Amphistaff, Razor bug,

The One Sith fleet had descended upon the Republic. The space above Contruum became a roar of combat and death. Their attack had finally begun. The Sith troops would not relent until victory was had. It was win here, or die trying. Generals leading unsuccessful military campaigns generally didn't have a very long career within their organization. This was far from Darth Pyrrhus' first engagement of this scale. However, his role on this one would be different. He had already assigned competent leaders to his Nautolan forces, and they had fallen into the ranks of the rest of the One Sith military. While they engaged the enemy in space and on ground, he would descend to the ground and seek out a powerful opponent to unleash his fury on. He needed it, and he wanted no distractions.

Pyrrhus' ship cut off from the main fleet engaging the Republic. He was within a mist of transports and gunships. Finally, they took him to the ground. Black boots welcomed the feel of soil beneath them. Today had been a bad day. Instead of hiding away or behaving defeatist, he would channel it into this - a stronger future. The act didn't matter, what mattered now was that he was in the mood to smite. It was convenient that the One Sith had chosen this moment to invade. If not, he would've had to go on a rampage all by his lonesome.

The Togruta's fury was immense. Like the good Sith he was, he let it wash over him. He could see everything he had worked so hard to accomplish come undone, all in the quarter of the time it had taken him to establish himself. How could he have let this happen? Had he grown too content? Had his growth stagnated? No more. It was to the eternal pyre with him, his flesh forever set aflame by the tormentor within his mind. It was the voice that reminded him of the Sith he could be, at the same time pointing out the Sith he wasn't. To appease the voice, he would slaughter worlds. Today, Contruum would do. Contrary to his opponent to-be who prepared herself by drawing upon the light, he drew upon the dark. Today, his reserve ran deep. Of course, he had no knowledge of her as of yet, but soon enough, perhaps, their aths would cross.

As was custom when he marched into battle, into war, Pyrrhus was clad in the imposing Vonduun Skerr Kyrric. The crab armour covered the Togruta in its dark shells, adapting to his physical composition. It was an intimate relationship with the living beings that latched onto his skin. They sustained one another. The tight proximity of their connection made it a gnawing itch impossible to ignore, though it was a sensation he welcomed. He found that it kept his senses sharp and his mind alert. Whenever he put it on, it always felt like it had been too long since he had felt its touch. A few razor bugs were attached to the Vonduun crabs. Starting from his upper back and shoulder, coiling itself further down around his right arm, was his loyal and most hungry amphistaff. Now the Sith Lord, emerged from his dropship like a horned devil. He wandered through the battlefield in search of his next test.

 

[Alva Calvarona]

Location: Republic Garrison, Contruum
Objective: C
Allies: [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="SC-4486"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Kerstas"]

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

NPC Forces:

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• AT-FAT x5
• AT-AW x10
• AT-ST x30
• 74-Z Speeder Bike x30
• Arc-1 Drones x18
• Stormtroopers x7,500

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]

Alva slid into the cockpit of the command AT-FAT and already began sighing as the sounds of the officers in a flurry responding to reports already reached her ears. So the Sith were making their move then, not that it came as a surprise to the crinan woman. Although whichever of their commanders risked an orbital drop with their equipment was earning a bit of a gambit. They were going to be isolated behind her Imperial battle lines in the passes, cut off from whatever Sith forces were trying to make their way through them. the Republic could handle the small number of them just fine, the Imperial Commander didn't want to send her forces in reserve on the edge of the forest to engage a commando unit with such large units of Sith troops attempting to cross the passes.

"So they're finally trying to take the shortest routes to the Garrison then? What are the enemy numbers in the first wave. . . . . .contact in two of the passes. Move the AT-FATs assigned to each position to move up and get into range of the enemy forces. Keep to the closed channels and have teams ready to open fire when the first mines detonate." Settling into her seat, Alva watched the hologram of the map shift as sensors picked up movements of enemy forces that entered into range of the Republic's sensor arrays and whatever piecemeal information could be transmitted from any soldier's helmet feed. Things were only just beginning to take shape, but the crinan supposed things would be heating up in the cold mountain range soon enough.

At least they certainly were the Imperial forces stationed in the passes of the northeast mountain range. Well, for two of them anyway, as the Sith did not seem content to attempt going through any positions in the center of the range. Not that Alva blamed them, just looking over the topography it seemed as if those passages weren't as wide as the others. Though the Stormtroopers in place for combat hardly cared where the battle began breaking out. In the Southeast where a pair of Sith walkers began making their attempt to cross through the mountain pass, troopers hugged the ridges and slid their bodies against the rock, clutching their rifles as squads of six, spread out every ten meters, on both sides of the pass, with occasional squads also sitting in the gaps to fill in the room, waiting. Waiting for the Sith forces to enter the pass completely, holding their fire and maintaining their positions like the trained soldiers they were, waiting for the AT-AWs belonging to the Sith and the droid company accompanying them to truly enter the pass before unleashing their hell upon the enemy.

Hefting their weapons, the stormtroopers of the Empire in the center of the pass opened fire. Leading their assault with thermal detonators lobbed into the midst of the droid columns below, E-Web Cannons and Plex Launchers firing a flurry of cannon fire and rocket salvos into the walkers, snipers in crags higher up and isolated from the squads loosing blaster bolts into the droid lines while the troopers beside their comrades with heavier armaments raised their blaster rifles and their E-11s spat heated death onto the empty mechanical husks. Squads and troopers further into the pass perhaps facing the hardest task, of waiting their turn for the enemy to push deeper if they could, keeping hidden among the rocks as they grit their teeth hearing the battle, knowing fellow Imperials would perish before their turns were to come. Though perhaps they would not need a turn, as the AT-FAT assigned to the southeast passage trudged up the path, its artillery turbolasers booming, the resounding echo of the cannonade clear to hear as Lieutenant Altrix in charge of the position watched the massive walker make its approach to the center of the route, a pair of smaller, Imperial, AT-AWs supporting it as it halted and unleashed it rotary laser cannons on the Sith cluster.

A similar report would be made of the passage further north, as the larger sith force crossing the path ran into similar defenses, and it seemed even the artillery of the Republic was aiding that position, perhaps contributing to the fact the pass was larger than the others running through the northern mountains. Either way the veteran officer, Captain Nim, wasn't going to complain as he watched the stationed forces push their E-Webs to overheating, troopers swapping out loaded Plex Launchers with the soldiers firing them so that there wasn't a pause in the outgoing fire, all the while their fellows with just their blaster rifles let fly their thermal detonators and cryo grenades when opportune clusters of droids arose. The Sith seemed to not be ignoring their soldiers plight either, as it seemed one of their other commander sent even more droids to reinforce the columns advancing with the Sith AT-AWs. "No matter how many you send, certainly you can fit more into the pass, but there is a limit where you'll bottleneck and can only get so many through at a time. our forces are spread out and entrenched into small groups with weapons meant for mass casualties. Our grenades and explosives will amass more damage to them than they to us. And the AT-FATs, AT-AWs, and Plex Launcher units will make short work of those inferior walkers of theirs. I almost feel sorry for them. Altrix and Jervor are likely to be more excited I suppose. . . . .we should hold back the mines until more of their forces push in. Save those set on the ridges for last if we need to slow them down or if we can get even more casualties with the ensuing rockslides. . . . .Commander Calvarona will be pleased when she receives the reports. The Sith are tenacious, but unlike Ord Mirit, we have the high ground."

While that chaos was going on though, Alva was not one to ignore when the status reports started coming about the first attacks launched against the garrison. From an unexpected source as well if it was to be believed. "I thought the man was partial to our side. Unless these are units from the Techno Union he sold and the Union loaned to the Sith? I suppose I may have to message Mr. Vereen after this. It puts a damper on business when his weapons are used against my people. I do hope they aren't here on his own authority." Of course, it would be hard for the mandalorian man to deny when mandalorian soldiers encountered scout troopers the crinan woman had deployed in the forest to provide a back line for her Stormtroopers setting up foxholes beyond the pass in the woods alongside AT-STs taking up posts in the forests between the infantry positions. Undoubtedly the troopers on patrol who might stumble across the Mandalorians would die quickly, a testament to the Mandalorians skill and abilities. . . . . but that didn't mean they would go unnoticed. Not as Squad Members would note their comrade's vitals dropping from their HUDs.

Moving to action, Stormtroopers in the forest would turn their attention from the pass, relying on their comrades in the passages to combat the Sith there, as they turned their backs to the mountains and faced the quiet of the trees of the forest as snow drifted to the ground, the Imperial soldiers in their white armor pressing their backs against trees and squads settling in their foxholes, each hole spread by thirty meters into the forest and twenty meters down the line, an AT-ST every four foxholes. speeder bikes running up and down the lines in patrol, just ahead to keep an eye out for the first contact of the enemy who now struck at them.

Perhaps Mandalorians were indeed stronger fighters, but the Stormtroopers of the Empire were top regimented soldiers, trained to be highly trained units. With two thousand troopers settled into the main passes each, there were several hundred troopers left at the end of each, meant to be the first response if the Sith reached the forest, and now the defenders preventing the enemy assaulting their backlines from reaching the passages and to avenge the losses of the scouts whose misfortune cannot be calculated considering they thought they would have had the safest post in this battle. With blaster rifles trained on the dark forest ahead of them, the Imperial forces waited for the signs of the enemy commando unit so that their blaster fire could ring out with their fury.

All the while Alva Calvarona blinked at the tactical display in front of her as she coordinated the troopers response to the reported scouts life signs going dark. "Contact the Republic, tell them the rearguard walkers, four AT-AWs and two AT-FATs can turn on the enemy mythosaurs if they want us to open fire and reveal our position. . . .preferably while they cooperate and put fire on those positions themselves." Watching the snow fall onto the Imperial Walker's viewport, the Imperial Commander sighed, hating that the beautiful white would be spoiled red by the end of the night.

Summary

• Imperials in the Passes keep hidden in the crags and along the ridgeline until enough fire can be put on [member="Cryax Bane"] forces at once, unleashing E-Web Blaster Cannons, Plex Launchers, Thermal Detonators, and blaster fire on the droid columns and AT-AWs, keeping the mines undetonated until more droids/walkers appear.
• An AT-FAT and 2 (Imperial) AT-AWs, in each pass also engage the Sith from a distance with their longer range turbolasers, rotary cannons, and rocket pods.
• Guesses Rapax's droids are trying to come in behind Cyrax's and in the other passes all at once. Getting bottlenecked where they can't fit anymore in the gap of the pass, also under fire same as Cyrax.
• Scouts covering the troops backline are killed by [member="Draco Vereen"] Mandalorians. Squad HUDs notice vitals drop.
• Troopers turn towards the forest and fill their dug in foxholes from earlier, leaving alert Stormtroopers and AT-STs waiting for engagement at the foot of the pass and the edge of the forest.
• Rear AT-FATs and AT-AWs prepare to counterattack the enemy Mythosaurs when the Republic counterstrike launches first.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Objective B: Hangar 23
Location: Contruum
[member="Choli Vyn"]

His eyes opened wide.

Kurt had been famous on Tatooine, at least, somewhat. He had won the Boonta Eve classic and a few other races, that had made his face well known. There had been posters and a holo-promotional video or two, but no one off the planet had really ever heard of him. Tatooine was still at the ass end of the galaxy and it was no surprise that he wasn't recognized. Truthfully, he preferred it that way, Kurt had never been much of a celebrity, and now that this girl was freaking out, at least inwardly, he found himself feeling slightly awkward.

"Ahaha." He forced out. "Yeah...so, do you know whats going on?"

He finally noticed the lights, using them as a change of subject away from his fame.

It was a far more pleasant topic, at least he thought so. Maybe it would be enough to draw attention away from himself at least. He had no idea that the planet was being invaded, had he known that he likely would have told the mechanic to hurry up.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Location: Deep Republic Space
Objective: Prepare
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"]
Enemies: None

Meeting Keira in the hanger Lusk stood at parade rest along with all the other clones who were in the hanger. As her short speech roused up the men they all popped to attention in unison as Lusk gave the order to fallout shortly after to their drop ships. Lusk had managed to round up three barely functioning Justicar command carriers, and around three hundred drop ships from most areas of the fleet. All of which were filled to the brim with clone troopers ready to fight and die for the cause that was republic freedom. Once the clones were loaded into drop ships Lusk approached Keira and spoke to her openly.

"Our drop ship is ready sir, we are coming out of hyper space in three minutes." He said as he grabbed his armored nutrient pack and pulse rifle.

"We'll work on your speeches later." He said with a small grin underneath his helmet.

Escorting Keira to their drop ship in the hanger there were well over twenty thousand troopers ready to fight. However due to the lack of drop ships to escort them the first nine thousand would be touching down first with Lusk and Keira.

"Vehicles are fueled up and ready to drop as well. Let's go give them hell sir." The drop ship activated with a thunderous roar and the doors sealed behind the two.

 

[Iziz]

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

The presence within Iziz attempted to give his opponent visions of Chaos, but it seemed that the Jedi was already afraid, the darkness that was the spirit of the long dead lord thought it humorous that the Jedi would continue an attack on a being that had bowed and seen the darkness of the world that came after this one. As the Jedi tried to pull him into his own mind there would be a shift, the shackles which bound him to Iziz would be too strong to be broken by the will of a single knight without ritual. The force bond which linked them was not unlike the bond between a father and a son through the force, but, the presence allowed some of its consciousness to be pulled into the mind of the Jedi, more like a counter invasion rather than being pulled in his entirety, the ethereal body of the Sith spirit would not be ripped free with mentalism alone.

'You overestimate the scope of your power Jedi... My power is age old... i have seen the might of Lords which you could not comprehend and fought free of their grasp to the world of the living. Your mind cannot match mine... nor your body hold its power.'

The malicious voice would speak within the mind of the knight, the actions of its mental presence happening at the speed of dreams, leaving the world at a near stand-still as it was able to act... As the light closed in on the darkness, the darkness within him began to poison the light with its corrupting radiance, turning it into something chaotic, rotten and broken... but also building up to something far grander... The corruption would begin to spread and threaten to overwhelm the mind of the Jedi and wrack his body with agony unless the Sith was ejected from his mind.

Meanwhile Iziz maintained the hold on his mental defenses which slowed him down some-what, forcing him to not be able to travel at his maximum speed, but still far exceeding his minimum. The amount of focus the Jedi's mind was split on was enough to lighten the load on the Jawa, as the Jedi was having to defend himself and attack the spirit whose mind was in his own, as well as attack Iziz's mind, as well as fend off Iziz's attacks in the real world while Iziz only maintained his attack, and the defense of his own mind... Not to mention the Jawa was no stranger to having his actions attempt to be controlled by an outside force...

As the Sith switched his forms, Iziz immediately identified the form of the Ysalamiri, this stance was perfect, its focus on precision over strength and with his opponents two blades it meant that Iziz would not have a problem with his opponent's increased size and proportioned strength advantage... as several strikes came toward the Jawa, Iziz adapted, ducking and weaving the downward strikes of the lightsaber as he rushed for the strike to the front of his opponent's leg, only to find that James darted to a side, launching a blow for the Jawa's back through his power in the force...

Iziz had to be quick

Not ending his forward momentum and running from his opponent for a couple of steps he planted his saber-pike into the ground, using it as a pole he kept his momentum and swung around it, picking it from the ground as he had changed his direction and running to a side rather than directly away from Mathison... The blast only feet behind would miss by a hair as Iziz would curve back in for his opponent, feeling the presence on his own mind lighten even more as his enemies' focus shifted to using telekinesis... Staff in hand, Iziz charged at full speed, holding his weapon at a slight diagonal angle he would reach a couple of meters from his opponent before leaping.

Twisting his body the Jawa would become another chaotic whirlwind of offensive strikes, the speed of his spin and the angle of his weapon acting as just as much as a barrier as it was an offensive maneuver, hoping to knock aside his opponent's precise strikes as tail of the Darth maintained its readiness to be unleashed...

 

[Jak Skirata]

Objective: B
Location: Ship Yards
Enemies: The One Sith - [member="Vrag"]
Allies: The Republic

She was here. He could feel it. Exhaling before slipping on his helmet and locking it into place Davin stood from his crouching position. The ship yards of this planet were under siege and while he was on the Republic's pay for Mercenary work he had other plans. Activating his repulsorpack the young Mandalorian silently flew up higher into the maitance shaft and awaited the Sith Lord, hoping to catch her off guard.

Spoiler

sorry for the short post - doing a lot of things atm!

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: Contruum
Allies: Galactic Republic and friends
Enemies: One Sith and [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] (eventually) [member="Darth Azurea"] (possibly)
Gear: Robes Lightsaber Second Lightsaber

Taeli continued to meditate, feeling the battle starting to rage around her. A point of interest made her open her eyes though. Someone seemed to be nearby, possibly two. She wasn't entirely sure just yet. Still, she could feel the rage burning off whoever this was. Someone was not a happy camper for some reason, which was strange because death and carnage for a Sith were usually a bright spot of their day. Taeli had never bought into that during her time as a Sith, her bright spot was learning some new.

Come to think of it, that still usually made her day. The light reserves she had built up would do quite nicely for a fight, if it came to that. Maybe it would be a tea party ... except she forgot her tea set. Guess it would be a fight then, whenever they encountered each other. She would let him come to her though, no need to move just yet. It was actually somewhat quiet here and she could use the few more minutes to build a bit more of her reserve.

 

[Kenrath]

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


Vengeance never took his eyes off of his target. He was a man of pure focus. The battle all around him nothing more than background noise. The Force would guide him and the Force would protect him.

"Focus on the task at hand Vaulkhar." "Think of nothing else." "Center yourself and trust in the Force to tell you all you need to know to survive."

He smiled still not turning away from the objective.

"Get used to the feeling, get used to being around people of great power." "You try to focus on too many things at once and you will lose focus on them all."

Vengeance chuckled to himself. He too when he was a young Acolyte worried a great deal about everything. It was the natural way of things.

 

[Komo]

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

A series of blaster fire exchanges echoed throughout the docking bay. Her forward troops must have encountered resistance or found something worth shooting at. From the way it sounded to her, it would seemed more of the former than the latter. There they were. Seems like they were some here as well. Republic defenders, that is. Those that had gone off to search, reassembled back to move towards the source of the engagement. As Darth Noxia reached into the force, she could feel the pulse and shimmer of one within in. A force user. A Jedi? No. It was not one of the light she detected. She knew that well enough. Rogues. Neither Sith nor Jedi.

It was then that a voice rang out with the first real audible message she had heard since the Sith knight landed. It definitely belonged to an organic, not a machine or a droid. The intent of the message was dubious. The person wanted to talk. To discuss this like reasonable adults. What a average Sith would do would be to order an attack on the location where the voice came from, or charge towards it. Greta wasn't your average Sith. She did not give such an order, nor did she charge into the fray. She stood her ground and simply contemplated the move. Trying to determine if there was deceit laced behind it or otherwise.

An order was given. "Hold your fire." Rifles were poised towards the source, but none fired. There was a period of silence as nothing was said or done. A voice then rang out from her side, his voice mechanised by his helmet. "Who goes there!" A second voice then rang out, once again from her side. "Ignore that! We know who you are." The second voice than chided the first in a hushed tone. "Who goes there?! Of course it's the Republic, you twit!"

Greta's eyebrow twitched as she listened to the exchange of words from her side. It was the twins again. As trained and skilful as her Firebats were, they were still prone to such ill practices. The twins one of such soldiers that had the ill tendencies to speak without thinking. She would think of their punishment later. Silencing them with just a word, she spoke. "Enough." A stern warning clearly present in her tone. Raising her voice to project it across towards the adjacent docking bay, she answered, a voice carrying more authority and indignation then the ones who had spoken so far. "Discuss you say? What about? Do tell."

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

OBJECTIVE: A- Defeat The Sith
LOCATION: The Killing Fields
ALLIES: GR Folks + Allies
ENEMIES: OS Bubs {[member="Darth Ferus"]}

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

ARMOR:

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

• x1: Bodo Baas Gunbelt
• x1: Sasori Bodyglove
• x1: THI Revenant Armor
• x1: Exemplar Energy Shield

GRENADES:

• x2: CyroBan Grenade
• x2: EMP Grenade
• x2: Thermal Detonator

BLASTERS:

• x1: Ven's Custom Shotgun
• x2: Dissuader KD-30
• x1: T-998C Rifle

MELEE:

• x1: Vibro Electro Blade
• x1: Standard Silver Dual-Phase Lightsaber

OTHER:

• x3 Ammo Clips: AP Shotgun Rounds
• x1 Sithspawn Body: Ven's Guardian Body

There was a nasty feeling in her chest. It sat right alongside her adrenaline, right alongside the thrill that filled her. At first it wasn't to noticeable. But then it grew, taking up as much space as it could, reminding her that she had died before and could die again. Trying to force the feeling down proved difficult, and a lump seemed to form in her throat. The mercenary-turned-soldier swallowed hard. Still the sensation persisted, distracting her long enough for a blaster bolt to strike her in the chest.

"Chite," she muttered under her breath, the swear word lost within her helmet. As quickly as she could she returned fire, her rifle shooting out round after round of energy. Rule 1, Ven, rule 1. She tried to remind herself of what was at stake while she fought back. There were civilians to protect. There was her wife... and there was her son. There were plenty of reasons for her to fight. Ven tried to focus on that thought instead of the dread that lingered in her chest. This was just another battle, right?...

She kept advancing, still firing, unable to shake the feeling that she was being watched...

 

[One-Eyed Jack Varren]

Location Contruum airspace

Objective Droppin bombs son!!

Allies [member="Ali Hadrix"] and the Galactic Republic

Enemies [member="Draco"] Vareen and the SithSith

NPC Units Raptor Squad, 5 npc piloted K Wing Assault Starfighter/Bombers. Led by @One-Eyed Jack Varren


Prison time or Republic service son.... That's the options the judges had laid on him when he'd gotten busted smuggling glitterstim into Republic space, It was a simple choice for James and he'd made it quick.....Man did he wish he'd took the prison sentence now. Less than a month ago he was smuggling goods and relatively happy with it, Now he sat in the cockpit of the lead K Wing assault craft just moments from flying out of this safe secure hanger and into an open warzone......why didn't he just pick prison.

The doors of the hanger crack open and begin to slide to each side, His hands shaking a bit as he flips several switches bringing the K Wing whirring to life. It wasn't the Piloting that had him nervous, it was the ensuing battle that he'd nearly jumped at the chance to join. Come on Jack, We got this....I hope He told himself as the K Wing lifted from the ferrocrete floor and quickly shot out of the hanger with the rest of HIS unit, His unit, That still hadn't fully set in to his mind, Less than a month ago he was a criminal and now he was leading a squadron of bombers into battle......If Only Mama could see him now.

Once in the sky he flipped his comms to the squadrons flight channel and cleared his throat before speaking... I know most of you don't want me leading this squadron.....Frankly its not my life's dream either, But I assure you if you follow my lead and listen to what I tell you.....We might actually survive. RAPTORS.....LETS BLOW SOME CHIT UP!!! He wasn't sure where that last part had come from but apparently it had worked, As his squad whooped and hollered their replies in his comms. As their cheers died down Varren quickly switched channels to the Republics secure line and hailed [member="Ali Hadrix"]... Homebase, Homebase......This is Raptor Lead reporting in, Raptor Squad is in the outfield and we are green for drop over..

 

[Ameli Trahir]

Location: Shipyards.
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Lassiter"]
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"]
Gear: Super lightsaber (no, really just a regular lightsaber)

Spoiler

When Sena commented on her wearing a robe, Ameli shot a quick glance at her, before throwing her arms in the air. "That's it! I'm changing into something els-" she never quite got to finish that last word, as this was when their ship violently touched down into one of the shipyard's hangars. At least the droid knew well enough to aim for one of those, rather than trying to open a hole himself. Pesky organics and their need for oxygen, but what can you do.

Now that they were standing still, there was time to deal with the outfit. It had been put on in a rush, but now she was second-guessing herself, and not quite sure this was how she wanted to present herself to the Jedi. She had never been a fan of the Dark Sith robes. And so, as Sena made her way to the ramp, Ameli ran straight past her and back to her room. The ship was on fire. Did she care? Moderately.

While sounds of Sena fighting troopers outside could be heard even here, Ameli was busying tossing through her wardrobe. No... Not that that one. That one was too yellow. When did she ever wear yellow? Oh right, Anaxes. She knew that Sena could handle herself well, and she didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. Not like some Jedi Master was approaching...

Finally she found something! Her process was cut short, barely half of what she normally would have preferred, but what can you do. The ship was falling apart around her, it was too hot, and based on the holovids she had seen, she had a feeling this thing was gonna blow. So she grabbed the clothes, half stumbling out of her old ones, half toppling over as she tried getting into the new ones. In the end, it became a dark blue pair of pants that had the added benefits of both feeling comfortable, and offer her a little something to move around in. On top was a simple white shirt. The whole thing was rather basic, but, it was a vast improvement from the dull black tunics and Sith robe. More than a unique selection, it was the way the clothes fit her that made the outfit. It seemed like they were made specifically for her and her figure.

Finally ready for battle, Ameli stormed down the ramp, lightsaber in hand. "I'm ready to- oh, you're done?" all she could see was Sena giving her 'that' look, tapping her feet. "Nice corpse pile!" Ameli went for an innocent save with a similarly innocent 'I'll make it up to you'-smile, like she had not just left her there to fight off their landing party.

 

[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

Shortly after he had touched down, along with his partner in crime, he felt it. Or rather, he felt her. There was a significant presence, not too far from here. As far as he could tell, it was isolated. Of course, the source of power he felt could've been protected by an army of the Force dead, but really, that was far more likely to be true about his Sithly buddies than the Jedi. There was something else, a sensation he couldn't quite put his finger on. There was something about the presence that made it stand out, made it different to him compared to other Jedi. It wasn't the scale of power... Was it familiarity? Perhaps it would make more sense once he got closer, but for now, he chose not to dwell on it.

Determined steps carried him towards her. As far as he could tell, she was not moving. If she wanted him to come to her, he was happy to oblige. He had little patience for waiting today. "Do you feel it?" He asked his companion, who would likely be following in step. Team double trouble in the making. For a moment, it made him wonder - had she fought the Jedi since her turning to the dark? Surely she had encountered some. It would be interesting to see her turn the blade that once had belonged to them and point it against them. He had every bit of confidence in Azurea. She was of the dark now. She would not betray him.

A sly smirk emerged, though it was not visible underneath the horned crab helmet. It wasn't so much an improvement of the mood, as it excitement of the battle to come where he got to unleash it all, and the irony of who was going to fight beside him. They were getting close.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: On Contruum
Allies: [member="Barrien Siegfried"]
Enemies: [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Vaulkhar"]
Theme: I don’t need no dogtag, my name is on my back…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XQ1FB3Rz0g

Corvus viewed the Sith impassively. She presumed he was a Sith, there was the reek of the Dark-side about him and the majority of those that fought for the One Sith were not Dark Jedi.

Once upon a time the distinction was easier. But this was not a time for reminiscing about the good old days. For they were never good – just easier to follow. Now the friend and the foe was harder to ascertain. Surely a discussion for the next Youngling class she took. Actually one for the Council to discuss too.

And he had an Acolyte in two. One of her Padawans was nearby – the benefit of the Master-Padawan relationship was an ability to sense their presence even in a crowded battlefield. No doubt he would be at her side soon and perhaps would look to engage this rival.

Her emotions were locked down – or to be scientific, the link between her inner and outer brain was closed off. Emotions could be firing away in the primitive part of the mind, but the messages it was sending could not be heard – and therefore acted upon. So she faced the two with pure logic.

He was only a few metres away now. So she bowed politely and smiled. She turned her head to survey the scene around them.

“Dun Möch?” She smiled again. “Clearly you are learning. For facts need to accompany such statements for them to be believable. I have remained here for some time. You have landed, disembarked and trekked all the way here. I’d suggest you are the one looking for me, no?” Still that polite smile played on her lips. "I perceive you to be the moths."

“And I see a battlefield. If death bothers you, you have come to the wrong place. We shall all join the Force one day, only the timing is in question. And today is as good a day as any, yes? Those that lay down their life for what they believe in? And I know what you’re going to say,” she held up a hand as if this were some friendly debate over a cup of tea, “Honour is a fool’s prize. Glory is of no use to the dead.” She gave him a small wink. “And if you weren’t then I would chide you, for that’s precisely what you should have said. But regardless…honour and glory are not the same. There is no glory in death, nor in fighting. Wars do not make you great. But honour does.” It was as if she were back on Ossus, speaking to a Padawan, explaining…tutoring. It was a habit of hers in such times.

“And ladies first eh? Is that chivalry? Surely if your offer was genuine, you would have shared your name first. But I excuse you.”

“My name? It is Corvus. And yours?”