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

[James Mathison]

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

James felt the Dark presence return the assault and flood itself in his mind and in an instant, the Jedi's eyes changed from brown to fire yellow as the darkside swam up from the depth of his soul. He stowed his own Light away. His signature would change to that of a Sith Knight.

Releasing his grip on Iziz's mind to body slam the Dark essence in his own mind. While he declawed the creature from his mind, a twinge of headache set in. The Pain wasn't strong enough to stop James by any means. As a Mentalist, he was use to it.

The Jawa was now airborn and attempting another spin attack, after using the Shockwave James had sent to propel his actions into another twister. James sprinted forward, and jumped in a reverse spin that was powered by the Force. It would intersect the Sith's attack and lock them in with only one of James' sabers contacting in a reverse grip for support. The impact for sure would bruise his wrist. The second saber would thrust at the center of the creature like a pivot point and James would hope to skewer his opponent.

In his mind, the Dark presence would find it hard to keep a grip on another dark presence that was based on stealth. His walls were becoming solid blackness as the presence would find itself being blocked on all sides that should corner the essence in James' mind, preventing it from moving again. Hopefully.

 

[Figure In White]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: On Contruum
Allies: [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Enemies: [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Vaulkhar"]

Somewhere nearby was his Master. And near her were two enemies. Not one. Two. That wasn't a good thing as far as he was concerned. While he knew her skills with a blade, he knew that the Sith also didn't fight fair and where there was more than one, there was surely to be trickery employed as a result. Aston had engaged an enemy in battle, which freed Barrien up to make a decision: help the man he didn't yet know was his brother, or help his Master by fighting at her side, as a padawan should do when called upon.

In the end he decided on the latter.

Racing across the landscape, he was just in time to hear Corvus speak of honor. And when she did, he nodded in agreement. Honor was everything in this tumultuous galaxy. Nothing else was as consistent as the Force. What one did with it was all that mattered. He came to a halt, green lightsaber in his right hand, a few steps to the right and behind his master, his eyes focused on the two darksiders. He said nothing, but waited for what he knew was coming. Such was the nature of it all.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

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

As The Revenant entered the Contruum atmosphere, making her stomach drop slightly in its descent, Darth Azurea remained her quarters. Her Master Pyrrhus was in a decidedly foul mood. His temper was normally reserved for the most inept of his Nautolan crew, but today he had a malevolent fire in his purple eyes. She could feel the rage emnanting from him. At times, Azurea still felt like a neophyte in the One Sith world, but she was perceptive enough to stay far away from the Togruta today.

As she dressed into her own light armor, underneath traditional Sith robes, clipping two sabers to her utility belt along with her Blade of the Satvas, a special dagger awarded for exceptional duty to the Sith, she wondered, as she always would before an operation: would Chastity be there, among the Jedi? She had more or less given up hope that her sister was alive, but there was always a small seed close to germinating. All it needed to grow were the right nutrients.

But touching down onto the planet's surface, she didn't feel anything. No sign of Chast, nor even the opponent that Darth Pyrrhus had his eye on - the Shili-born warrior always calculating, observing.. tracking. He had once hunted Azurea down in a similar manner, but once captured, she hadn't left his side. But there was another reason she didn't want to be too close to Pyrrhus. The Sith Knight did not feel like herself today, and she couldn't stand her Master, knowing… detecting that she felt weak. Had her confidence been shaken lately? Yes, but it was inexplicable as to why and something she did not dwell on.

"I do feel it," she said, lowering her hood down to let the air wash over her pale face, easing her suffocating anxiety. But Azurea was lying.

She felt nothing, except her ever-present, devotion to Darth Pyrrhus.

 

[Vrag]

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

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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=UNf5-cxCtSs​

Their progress wasn't exactly FTL, but at least they were quicker than the troops navigating the labyrinthine corridors below. The maintenance tunnel was as straightforward as they come, with a ladders and hatches interrupting the smooth metal walls every few meters. All in all, the vista was nothing to gawk at, and Vrag had nothing better to do than constantly check up on the blueprints imported into her HUD to see how close they were to their goal.

The same HUD that had target assist. And thermal. Especially thermal.

In the cold void of space where the shipyards hovered, orbiting the beleaguered world below, warmth was a rare commodity, and thus singling out a heat source was even easier than it would've been planetside.

The firrerreo played coy for but a few moments as their steps echoed down the pipe without pause, communicating with P-4 and P-11 without a word by virtue of the oggzil in her helmet. On her sign, Darth Kahlor and the Hand of the Dark Lord both stepped forward into a lunge, hips turning as they each punched the air in what would look like an uppercut, if it hadn't been for the Force rushing upwards from the motion. The pair would attempt to slam the levitating heat silhouette into the metal roof of the tunnel even as P-11 bared a hissing, hungry amphistaff in anticipation of the foe's fall.

The horned beast would then reach for its Chom-Huun, and the Vonduun-clad warrior behind it would follow, brandishing its own lightsaber.

 

[Zaria]

Location: On Contruum​

Objective: A ---> Killing Fields​

Allies: Who Cares?​

Enemies: [member="Nubica Felidae"]​

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Everywhere Zaria looked intense fighting had burst out like flames from a burning building. Hundreds of green and red bolts sizzled through the air - some finding their marks. The discharge from the all the blaster weapons in the area created a smoke hazed veil that was thicker in some parts and thinner in others. Glowsticks of every colour could be seen flashing and twisting through the smoke - and for some unlucky few acted like beacons for the soldiers to direct their fire. Death was everywhere. The cries of perpetual agony flooded the scene but was drowned out rudely by the sounds of added blasters and powering up of lightsabres - both parties receiving back-up.​

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Zaria found herself pinned to one spot batting blaster shots directed to remove her from the field. Behind her a couple of Republic soldiers laid dead by her hand - and now she was rewarded by their comrade's anger. "I've had about enough of this..." A blaster bolt zinged by her removing a small lock of her black hair. "Standing around," she concluded. Zaria bellowed her war cry and sprung toward the only two soldiers she could see through the smoke - cutting them down as she passed them.​

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Zaria looked around for more enemies to fight and kill - seeing glowsticks fizzle out as their owners added to the mounting bodies of the dead. "Karking madness!" Zaria continued to scan the scene looking for that special someone to engage - preferably a Jedi. Killing soldiers was boring and it done nothing so far to allow her to showcase her talents. Her eyes moved toward her right and settled on a Jedi - who was staring and walking toward her. "Finally!" Zaria began walking toward the Jedi ignoring everything else around her. "Your challenge is accepted, Jedi," Zaria said loudly over the soundtrack of battle.​

 

[Asajj]

Objective: A - Crush the Jedi
Location: The Killing Fields
Allies: OS
Enemies: GR, [member="Mantic Dorn"]

Asajj's blade hit something, causing the initial thought of a swift victory to wash over her. However, the sound of metal on metal suggested otherwise, and she quickly shifted backwards when she realized her opponent still stood alive. A scowl formed, teeth beared at the jedi with hatred. Her shifted corpse flew aside by the Jedi's will, and suddenly his lightsaber whirled into action at her. Fast, overwhelming strikes which indicated the form she had also taken to study; Ataru. Pure chance had it that this was the one form she could have some knowledge of, and therefore think of a way to counter. As she moved quickly to glance her own blade against his strikes, she searched her memory for the known weaknesses of the form.

Suddenly she shifted to the side, moving away from an opposite-sided strike to end up behind him. A dirty strike came with her movement, but not from her sword, from her nails. Sharp and refined, she aimed to drag them across the side of his face as she moved by, trying to add pain and distraction to his mind in order to gain the upper hand. After the very moment she hopefully scratched him, her own strikes began. Varied in direction and strength, they came in tight towards his chest, pushing forward in order to push back her opponent; put him on the retreating side of the duel.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

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

As his swam of strikes were parried by the sith Mantic merely tok note of that her blade resisted his lightsaber. While both her weapon of choice and her aura gave away that she was most likely weaker then him she was still a trained fighter and kept up a good defense against his blows.

After a brief echange of blows she shifted to the side, scratching with her finger nails toward his face. the attack surprised Mantic to say the least. It was a dangerous attack, letting down her own guard to get close with his twirling saber.

It was indeed so unexpected that it succeeded. Her nails dug into his cheek, burrying itself in the burn marks from sith lightning, originating from previous battle with a more powerful sith.
Mantic stumbled back with a painful shriek leaving his lips, then he let the force push him back a few meters to gain some distance between them. He had underestimated his opponent and would not think twice about that fact again. It was time to use his full strength on this one.

Drawing on the force he focused inward. with blood dripping from his face he felt the strength of the force run through his body, Mantic had gone through combat training since he was a child. It was what he was, a weapon molded to serve and protect the order. While the girl was quick he had a lifetime of combat experience behind him. Pain, blood, flesh and terror was all part of his life. She would find that dissuading him from focus on the battle was a hard task indeed.

With the force empowering him with great strength and resilience he lifted his right hand - meant to toss [member="Asajj"] high up in the air and then leap forward to follow suit, so that when she landed he would be shadowing her and land to impale her chest with his saber pointed directly at hear black heart.

 

[Darth Veles]

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


More and more signatures blossomed around the battlefield, all Veles had to do was to pick one of the bright flowers and get to it. The chances of running into a powerful or weak opponent could be greatly influenced by one’s ability to sense the presences of others, thus choosing what kind of fight they wanted. For a brief moment, the Mon Cal detected an old friend, the Jedi Grandmaster. She would definitely present a good challenge, plus there was no shame in losing to a giant like her. Taking the violet-eyed woman into consideration, the Sith Lord’s senses continued to scour the battlefield while he remained acutely aware of his surroundings and the possibility of someone already selecting him as an opponent. The prosthetic orb of his switched between different vision modes in search of cloaked and disguised enemies, processing the variously coloured images into his brain. The Force did not lie though – he was truly alone for the time being, nothing but the thunderous roars ripping through the darkened skies and the shy remains of once fearsome machines making him company. If no challenger approached, he had to become a challenger himself, find an opponent. Again, the idea of engaging the Jedi Grandmaster came to him mind, swiftly dismissed by the fact he’d have to make him way around way too many ‘Sith’ who probably intended to fight them woman as well.

Disappointing, but understandable. Sighing, the Sith Lord faced one last choice before rushing after the nearest signature; he had to pick one of the aspects of the Force for the duration of this battle. So far completely in balance, his mind went through both pros and cons to both sides of the Force. Before another bolt of lightning raced above everyone’s head, the choice was made – the Dark Side would be his servant today. Deaths could be felt here and there, the number constantly growing, each empowering the Dark Side’s influence. Tapping into that power, the Sith commanded the Force to do his bidding and shroud him in darkness, erasing his physical form from existence as well as silencing all sounds produced by his footstep and ignited lightsaber. With a disguise like this, crossing the battlefield without getting into a single fight was not any challenge. Jedi and Sith clashed together, sometimes along their soldiers, all too busy and occupied to notice the Sith Lord’s presence, focused on the immediate threat instead of discovering the signature moving past them.

Two powerful signatures grew closer. One light, the other dark. Veles’ immediate assumption of the two duelling is proven wrong immediately after his large orbs spot the two armoured women, each representing one of the aspects of the Force. He had not expected this, to see a Dark Jedi working alongside a Jedi Master. This mistake effectively put Veles’ plan to a halt. They must have sensed him too. As his pace slowed down to the point he simply walked, the sound of his footsteps suddenly audible, the technique masking his body fell apart, fully revealing the amphibious Sith Lord walking towards the two, left hand holding a searing lightsaber burning in red. Both amber eyes darted between the duo, yet whatever sparked within his large orbs was not fear as much as curiosity. This kind of challenge promised to test him to the fullest, his physical condition and willpower alike. Possibly the greatest threat he had ever faced – each woman represented one aspect of the Force he wanted to command. Defeating both equalled mastering the Force and becoming Zarrah’s equal.

“I hope I do not intrude, ladies,” he said politely with a smile, his accent making each word sweeter than honey and almost calming, “Would you like to surrender or travel to another planet? I can guarantee you a safe passage.”

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: Contruum
Allies: Galactic Republic and friends
Enemies: One Sith and [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Azurea"] (Let the games begin me thinks)
Gear: Robes Lightsaber Second Lightsaber

Taeli slowly stood as the dark presence finally started to become clearer, becoming two presences. One seemed filled of a cold and calculating hate, but a hate nonetheless. That could be useful information if it came to a fight, the presence was muted slightly as though the Force around them was disturbed or missing. Knowing the One Sith as she did, she had a feeling she knew at least some of the stuff that Lord was bringing. Lovely.

The other was ... familiar. Tainted, worried ... familiar ... flashes of Ruusan came to mind now. Now that it came, the darker and more powerful presence also felt familiar. Ruusan as well, she had only felt it for a moment, but Jedi and Sith had a way of remembering presence they felt before. Oh, it was a regular old reunion of sorts, this should be more interesting than any normal banging of glowing sticks then.

Walking forward, she would stand in the open where neither would have a tactical advantage, keep things on the fair side in terrain at least. She waited, but it wouldn't be much longer now. She better prepare her opening statement, first impressions always mattered after all.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Objective: C
NPC Template:
Locations: See below
Controller: Cryax Bane
Forces: 9,965 N1 "Chiss" Battle Droids (loadout: Charric Rifle, 3 Vape charges), 4 AT-AW, 10 Tartoros Class Walkers, 30 CRC slicers with Blue Phoenix Slicing Software, 2 Probe droids
Objective: Sending troops, slicers, and vehicles towards the garrison
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Kerstas"]
Opponents: [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Ciara Jevnaker"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Commander Lusk"] [member="Jordun Darko."] [member="SC-4486"] [member="One-Eyed Jack Varren"]

Locations:

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  2 AT-AW with pilots, 5 slicers, and 190 droids, moving southeast through the mountains
  
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  975 droids and 2 AT-AW moving southwest through the valley
  
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  4 Tartoros-Class Walkers and 500 droids moving through the mountains on the west side
  
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  2 probe droids to the west and north of the garrison
  
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  8,300 droids, 6 Tartoros-Class Walkers, 25 slicers at Cryax Bane’s Northern spawn point behind low ridges for cover
  

As the two AT-AWs and Chiss droids began their slow and inexorable march through the valley from the Northeast, deafening explosions pierced the air, and in the next second a barrage of artillery rained down on them. The turbo lasers from what were likely Republic walkers (from [member="Ali Hadrix"]) decimated a small cluster of N1 Chiss droids before they took cover in the nearby crags. The artillery rocked Bane’s durasteel assault walkers to the core, but their exceptional deflector shields flickered on to absorb the brunt of the blows, and with shields at half capacity, the AT-AWs continued their ominous sojourn through the valley. Bane watched through his electrobinoculars, and let out his own barrage of unsavory Cheunh phrases.

Meanwhile, Bane’s other AT-AW and two-hundred battle droids were steadfastly snaking through the mountain pass from the southeast when they blaster fire began to criss-cross around them, and missiles arced through the air, blasting the nearby mountain wall. There were ([member="Alva Calvarona"]'s) stormtroopers peppered about the ridges to the East. Bane shook his head incredulously. Stormtroopers fighting on the side of the Republic always seemed somehow very wrong to him. The N1 Battle droids, currently situated in a pincher formation, fired back on the enemy troopers, their maser weapons aiming to shock any armor it came in contact with. Along with charric rifle fire, the stormtroopers would find themselves hit with vape charges, which disintegrated everything upon contact. If hit with these charges, any sentient being, armored or not, would be unlikely to survive. Shield deflectors on the AT-AW were activated, protecting the vehicle and its precious cargo from the assault. Not all of the droids continued on, however. Some were blasted into shrapnel by cryo-grenades and thermal detonators. Whatever the Republic hit with, Cryax’s forces returned with a vengeance

Back at Bane’s deployment point, the rest of his army began organizing just behind a line of low ridges to protect them from any bombardments that could reach all the way to the north. In the corner of his ARCs, Cryax was aghast to discover that two of his probe droid feeds suddenly went black, but although the Republic cut two of them down, the ones to the West and the North of the garrison survived the assault, dodging, zipping, and taking cover or putting themselves out of range, just as intelligent sentient beings would. And since this writer doesn’t believe in calling hits, these droids would still send Holo-footage back to the Chiss slicer as well as his fellow battlefield commanders. Giving the forward march command, he sent out a second wave of 500 droids in a pincher formation around 4 Tatoros-Class walkers, heading through a mountain pass on the west side.

As the second wave of Bane’s assault disappeared into the mountains, the slicers back at the base camp had gained full command over the communication satellite directly above Contruum. With no Republic or allied counter-slicers to stop them, they would repurpose the satellite for use as a radio jammer, blasting packets upon packets of information down to the ground to decrease the signal-to-noise ratio specifically targeted at enemy equipment. Any signal at the receiver could be overridden with random noises and pulses, so in this vein, Republic and Imperial Remnant targeting equipment, radars, deflector shields, commlinks, armor HUDs alike, all ran the risk of not only being overrun with deafening static, but also going completely haywire. On Kashyyyk, the Republic learned too late just what kind of havoc a crew of elite slicer’s trained under Cryax Bane could do. They eventually counter-sliced his attacks, but the impact came too late. Would the Republic ever learn its lesson or continue to ignore the galactic cyberthreat it faced from the likes of Bane and his slicing adepts? Force only knew.

Summary of Actions:

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  5 slicers in 1 AT-AW with 190 droids heading south towards the garrison are now closer to their target (10 droids destroyed)
  
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  Sent out 2 AT-AW with 975 droids marching towards the garrison (25 droids destroyed) and have gained ground
  
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  Sent out 4 Tartoros-Class Walkers and 500 droids moving through the mountains on the west side
  
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  2 Probe droids destroyed. 2 Probe droids still sending back recorded footage of various locations around the garrison
  
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  Slicers accessed communication satellite over Contruum and are are using as a jammer to unleash cyberhell on Republic and allied equipment. They are targeting, radars, targeting computers, deflector shield sensors, commlinks, and armor HUDs
  

Cryax’s Gear:

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Red Raven Shot Caller Armor, Augmented Reality Contacts Blue Phoenix
PLX-2M portable missile launcher, Charric Rifle

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Killing Fields
Objective: A - Rip apart the field
Allies: None Nearby
Enemies: [member="Atham'aali'kema"] | [member="Darth Isolda"] (I'm coming for you soon)
Gear: Plates of Scorn, Great Divide, One (1) Offering Crystal, Simmersilk Bodyglove
Theme: Heresy by Nine Inch Nails

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uvz-fYbFN_o[/media]​

Focus turned to determination, her raised hand a gesture to the sky as she began to reign in the clouds to prepare for the vicious onslaught that would have proceeded her wills - if not for the abrupt interruption in the form of a strange blue manling. Her gaze had began to slowly turn skyward when he spoke out, to her of all people, and attracted her attention to him. Wordlessly she let her left hand fall to her side and turned a cold gaze towards the approaching man, distinctly lacking much armor - if any - in sharp contrast to her. To her surprise, however, he seemed to question his participation rather than make any form of insult or challenge - something she'd come to expect from Sith and the like in general. For a brief moment she looked over him, his strangle skin color that made it uncertain, to her at least, whether he was a Chiss or some sort of strange Yuuzhan Vong warrior. The notion of the latter was somewhat fueled by the equipment he carried, visible to some extent on his person, which led her to believe that much of the force was going to be of little help in this conflict if they were to fight.

"You came to war without cause?" Braith asked aloud, increasingly slowing her pace so that her steps were hardly even half-steps. She wasn't entirely comfortable being in close range of anyone at the moment, not without being aware of what her enemy was capable of doing, and kept a modest distance between the two. "Perhaps you serve Sith overlords, or maybe you're another Vong slave - I really don't know, nor frankly do I care." She continued, moving the majority of the length of her sword in front of her like a makeshift guard. "It isn't to late to turn around, stranger - I won't hold it against you if you wish to survive. There is nothing your Dark Lord can do on this battlefield, he is no god." Braith said with a firm frown. Though she had promised Corvus that she intended to rid the galaxy of these sorts of people it was still rather uncomfortable thinking about her enemies as just bodies to fell, at least when unprovoked. In truth she could have gone on a hopelessly long and boring tangent about how horrible the One Sith were and all of that, but in reality she just wanted this war to end as quickly and as quietly as possible - which meant dealing with people like these without an extended monologue.

 

[Isamu Baelor]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: South of the Garrison[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Controller: Isamu Baelor[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Forces:

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[/SIZE]

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First Wave:
[SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]21,000 x Soldiers[SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35760-at-aw/[/SIZE]8 x AT-AW[SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/12120-tartoros-class-walker-alpha-model/[/SIZE]20 x Tartoros Walker[SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/68491-iw-01a-phaedra/[/SIZE]10 x Phaedra Squadron (3 each)[SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/68570-iw-01b-croesus/[/SIZE]10 x Croesus Squadron (3 each)[SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/68637-iw-02a-lohengrin/[/SIZE]5 x Lohengrin Squadrons (5 each)[SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]
1 x Tannhauser Squadron (5 each)[SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: C
Allies: [/SIZE][member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Draco Vereen"]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Opponents: [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Alva Calvarona"][/SIZE]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2wP5r4trhs[/media]​

The iron grip of the One Sith Empire grasped for the planet of Contruum, and threatened to tear it away from the weak Galactic Republic. Fleets of Sith warships warped into the system, assaulting the defending Republic vessels, while swarms of drop ships brought entire armies planetside. The forces of Cryax Bane, Draco Vereen, and Darth Rapax had already deployed to the battlefield, and engaged the enemy. Part diversion. As they drew the Republic’s attention, and forces north, Isamu landed his forces to the south of the garrison.

Isamu’s forces had split up into multiple groups. Five Squadrons of camouflaged lohengrins, and one squadron of tannhasuers, set up around the perimeter, twenty kilometres away from the republic garrison. One squadron of the Phaedra, and Croesus anti-air walkers set-up around each artillery squadron, and infantry and armor also remained to protect them.

The main force split up into two battlegroups. Ten thousand soldiers, four AT-AW walkers, four Croesus walkers, four Phaedra walkers, and Tartoros walkers each. One group was to march up from directly south, while the other looped around and assaulted the garrison from the south west. Slowly, the noose was forming around the neck of the republic forces. They would find themselves surrounded, beaten from each side. Soon, that noose would be pulled tight, and the Republic would be strangled.

This was the type of battle which Isamu had envisioned when he proposed the idea of a mechanized siege and assault force. An entrenched, fortified enemy, which needed to be viciously torn out. Isamu, his men, his war machines, they would all would tested by in a trial of fire, and be christened in the blood of the Sith’s enemies.

Usually, Isamu would be fighting on the front lines with his men, but today would be different. He had thousands upon thousands of men to command, and could only do so effectively from his command center.

Isamu sat in front of the holo-terminal, aboard the AT-AW, his eyes fixated on the translucent battlefield laid bare before him. Data from Cryax Bane’s probe droids were streamed directly to him, allowing him a real-time view of the theatre of battle. The droids relayed images and positions of republic assets. Of note was the republic artillery, which had begun shelling the allied forces of Cryax Bane. They were holding out, and soon the Lohengrin units under Darth Rapax had started a counter-attack. “Have Lohengrin Squadron E aid in the attack on the Republic artillery emplacement.” Isamu ordered.

The powerful guns of the Lohengrin units took aim, and unloaded a barrage of artillery shells. The shells screamed through the sky, and rained down death and destruction onto the enemy position. The strike was used to take some of the pressure off Cryax Bane’s forces. If the Republic lowered their shields to fire their artillery, they would be destroyed by continuous assault of Darth Rapax and Isamu Baelor’s artillery.

Isamu watched the holo-terminal intently, studying the battlefield as the battle raged on. “Have the anti-air units, as well as the other Lohengrin units, stay on guard. The Republic will retaliate, and we’ll be ready.” Isamu ordered one officer, while turning to another. “Have the Tannhausers stay on stand-by, and stay hidden. Once the shields go down, then they fire.”

Summary of Actions:

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- Landed troops on the battlefield
- Set up artillery and anti-air
- Divided main force into two large groups, and started pushing from the S and SW.
- One squadron of Lohengrin walkers started shelling the Republic artillery emplacement with Darth Rapax

 

[Revy Khai]

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

A hiss would erupt from Revy’s lips as she jumped back, the blade slashing across her Tikuni leather jerkin. It would sear across her belly, and would have cut her in two were it not for the properties of the leather. While it was resistant, it didn’t make it invincible. More strikes and sustained attacks would cut through soon enough.

So while she did avoid being cut in half, the Force Push was another story. It hit her anew, but this time she was ready. While she took the brunt of the blast, she braced her legs, but it still had her sliding back several meters.

Blood now ran down her nose and over her lips. A savage scowl would render the near invisible woman’s face into a brutal mask. From her neck she tore the small leather pouch, scattering seeds on the ground. Summoning more chants, this time, she would seek to root him one way or another.

“Tanaman terbangun dan mereka akan tumbuh!”

Rain began to fall in large fat drops, earth, blood, and water melding as raw primal power would saturate the seeds. Accelerated beyond compare, they would sprout and start to take root. All the while she would smile.

On her next move, she would be ready.

 

[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"] [member="Barrien Siegfried"]

Vengeance smiled shaking his head taking a few more steps forward.

"No not Dun Moch just an observation mixed in with a little assumption."

As she turned her head to survey the battlefield he closed the distance standing close enough to reach out and touch her. Still however he made no move to draw his weapon. Her comments about Honor and Glory made him chuckle.

"No you are half right." "Honor means everything to me." "If you don't believe then ask my Apprentice." "Honor is what made me what I am."

He smiled turning towards her slightly.

"So I am a fool.................a fool that believes in something." "Glory however I have no use for."

He smirked turning and actually showing the Jedi is back as he moved a few steps away back towards Vaulkhar. The name however made him stop dead in his tracks. He didn't turn at first but what started as a small chuckle turned into a full hearty laugh.

"Corvus?" "As in Corvus Raaf?" "Well I have to admit the Force does have a sense of humor."

He turned to face her again his hood still pulled up over his face.

"Hello Sis................ it is a shame we could not meet under more pleasant circumstances."

Vengeance turned as the new Padawan arrived.

"Vaulkhar do be a good lad and kill that man please." "The Grand Master and I need a moment alone."

 

[Micah Talith]

Location: Objective B - On the Shipyards​

Objective: Go to the hanger! Currently by hanger 18
Allies: Mum and Aela are at A
Enemies: [member="Ameli Trahir"] [member="Lassiter"]
Gear:


Talk about an entrance.

We will cut to the chase and say that Micah Talith soon found himself in the presence of two of the most unlikliest SIth he ever had the annoyance - or pleasure - to meet.

He wasn’t that impressed.

Oh it wasn’t to say that the girls weren’t lookers. Oh they were. He had to be a fool to not agree that hey, if they had met at the local Yum Bunnies, he’d have likely enjoyed a bit of a conversation and flirting. Maybe even get lucky! ( okay not really, but a guy has to try. Dad still hadn’t taken him to Zeltros!) But in any event, there they were. And here he was, by himself. All alone…

That did brand me as a target right?

Well, they wouldn’t be able to see his scruffy face mug or the orange eyes - his best feature as his mum would say, but he really thought that had to do more with his dad than him. Not to mention, even his sisters had the same colored eyes, so what kind of a compliment was that?! - but he still made a dashing figure. At least, with all that armor and assuming that the ladies were subject to making small considerations to his ego and admit that he did look good.

With certain consideration, Micah would survey the female duo, watching them carefully. Then as he was wont to do, he made a joke. Not the best idea, but oh well.

“Hey ladies,” his voice would call out to them, modulated by the helm he wore with a slight metallic tang. “Maybe.. just maybe, and this could just be me,” He would gesture to himself, “But I think that this means you just failed your piloting license test.”

“Just saying”

Behind the phrik helm he wore, he cracked a chit-eating grin.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: On Contruum
Allies: Nope
Enemies: [member="Zaria"]
Theme: I am the fire…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h_1__C-K-vM

Nubica took a deep breath, seeing only an image in her mind, sharp as a dream: lightsaber against lightsaber in the Academy’s training halls, the green flash of the fellow Padawan’s blade seeming to come from everywhere at once.

She could not unmake what she had made. There were no second chances.

The instructor’s voice echoed inside her…”Her style. Is it...?"

"Six there were, for generations of Jedi. The seventh... is not well known. A powerful form. Deadliest of all…but dangerous to its master, as well as its opponent. Few have studied. Even fewer have mastered it."

“Is it wise to allow her to progress?"

"Most do not master Vaapad," the Weapon Master said grimly. "Vaapad masters them. But to deny her is to limit her. We will keep a watchful eye and this accident…it will remind her."

The memory was gone in a flash and she stared into the Chiss’s eyes.

"You are better prepared than most." She balanced her lightsaber on her palm. "But like all those others, you've forgotten the only piece of equipment that would actually do you any good."

Nubica's voice went cold, and her eyes went colder. "An ambulance."

She now stood motionless. With each breath, she stripped away another layer of restraint and inhibition. Another layer of serenity. She had to move her inner peace out of the way to let in the joy. The thrill. The sheer okay-why-not-let's-FIGHT. Because Vaapad was more than just a Form of lightsaber combat.

It was a state of mind.

And she decided it was time she introduced herself more formally to this interloper.

She sprang into the air, flipping high over her opponent’s head. A twitch of the Force reversed her grip so that the lightsaber’s blade projected downward from her fist. Then she dropped to her knees, twisting to swing the blade in a circle around her.

"Want to be impressed?" Nubica said as she completed the sweep. "Let's see the impression my boot makes on your face."

 

[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 (Hold The Line)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] He, himself and him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Enemies:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] The Beast ( [member="Greta Kohler"] )[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Khal quietly listened - it seemed they were smarter than the usual Sith, at least in terms of shooting discipline, but the banter between the various soldiers told him this wasn’t the standard Sith legions that the Republic usually fought against. Maybe the private forces of some kind of Sith Lord, not that it was really important.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]What [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]was[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] important was that he had a rough idea of their location now, which would give him an advantage in the following moments: regardless of what happened next.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“The conditions of your surrender, of course.” the echo came, spoken from the mind, but yet again the source was not his mouth. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]It was delivered with such a deadpan tone, such [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]blatant[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] disregard for reality, such belief and frankness that there was no other way than that Khal was being sarcastic… right? The Underlord couldn’t truly believe that the soldiers on the other side would go for that, could he? Maybe he was trying to break the ice by joking around.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Looking at that stony expression there did not seem to be a lot of mirth going around though.[/SIZE]

 

[Eliza Lunelle]

LOCATION: CONTRUUM / VANGUARD-CLASS HELLHAMMER 'X-RAY' / HANGAR
OBJECTIVE: B / VALKYRIE SQUADRON, ONCE MORE UNTO THE BREACH

Allies: [member="Thanith Gumara"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Hauntruss"] [member="Kyra Proga"]
Enemies: Republic Fleet

"Valkyrie, this is Valkyrie 6, all ready to launch on my count."

There was a profound difference between in-atmosphere flight and this. The whistle and scream of the wind, mountains and valleys and peaks and troughs all vanishing beneath, the arms of the world waiting beneath. But in space, there was nothing.

"Three."

No skies to guide you.

"Two."

No air to save you.

"One."

Nothing to catch you.

"Valkyrie 9 is go!"

Just the roar of the engines, the roar of a thousand lions spitting out across the empty vacuum. Twelve interceptors rocketed from the hangar, screaming.

 

[Hopeman12]

Location: 2 Miles From the garrison
Objective: Head for the Field.
Allies: [member="Ali Hadrix"], GR
Enemies: [member="Cryax Bane"]

While riding on his speeder, Jordun sensed a presence he has not felt before as a Jedi, it was a DARK presence. he stopped his troops and told them,"Hold up guys, I sense something..." Standing in the middle of the road, Jordun grabbed his binoculars off his chest and zoomed in 15 miles away. There stood at least 200 droids marching towards their current position! "What is it, sir?" One of the troopers asked. "Boys, we got company!, let's get back to the garrison fast!" Jordun commanded. "How did they get here through our defenses" Jordun whispered to himself. Him and his troops then got back on their speeders and drove as fast as they could to the garrison. This is gonna be one tough afternoon.

Current mood: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5ZY8Fz9GGU

 

[Vaulkhar]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: On Contruum
Allies: [member="Vengeance"]
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Barrien Siegfried"]

Vaulkhar turned his head at the approaching Padawan, listening to the words of his master and the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order. He was slightly surprised to find out the two of them were in a way related, in what way the young man did not know. What he did know was he was given an order, an order to kill the approaching Padawan. His gaze simply followed the movements of the armored man, studying every inch of him as if he were simply the outcome of an experiment. He released a sigh, not entirely wanting to face this man, and it was pretty clear. Vaulkhar raised his lightsaber up and faced him entirely.


He brought his saber up flicking his wrist his fingers turned towards his own face before flicking it back bringing the blade down the tip a few inches from his leg the tip barely an inch off the ground.

"That's what is called a Makashi salute, Jedi."

Vaulkhar stared Barrien down after performing the salute, moving closer towards the man. As he went, he brought his lightsaber upward before him, holding it defensively. He expected a challenge for sure, but nothing in comparison to the likes of Sith Lords and his master.