Rebellion Rebellion | Fires over Kesh - The Bryn'adûl v The Kesheri Imperium

[Riamah]

Objective: Guard the city (Gyn)
Allies: The Dark Hand, The Red Dragons, Agents of Chaos and Keshiri Imperium and their allies
Tagging: Mike V'Trechen
Enemies: Bryn'Adul and their allies

An incident had happened to Ra a few years ago where Solan had come to rescue. She owed him a favor and now it was time for her to repay that. So here the woman was on Kesh once again and helping him to defend his world. An old enemy was attacking with the full intention of leaving nobody alive. This was something she lived for. The thrill of the fight.

Ra wasn't stupid and felt confident she could defend herself. However, she was far from alone. Several Vitae forces were with her and she had some friends arriving soon.

Looking up at the sky, her glowing eyes found more than several incoming ships. On the ground, defenders and attackers were active.

If a person didn't know who she was, she would appear to be a droid right now. Wearing her armor that made her appear to be one. This would allow her to move freely and be where she needed to be.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Location: In Orbit near the Aurora and Rendili Shipyards, Aboard the Keshiri Flagship, The Skyfall.

Objective: 2

Forces: Fighters/Bombers remaining 65%, Capital/Named Ships found in the links as to their state of destroyed or not.

Spoiler

Liberation Fleet, Wing 1
Liberation Fleet, Wing 2
Shadow Fleet A, Wing 1
Shadow Fleet A, Wing 2
Shadow Fleet A, Wing 3
Shadow Fleet B
Keshiri Defense Fleet

If one fleet wasn't bad enough, the relief arrived and she and her men found themselves under new threat. These ships slapped into the side of her cruisers and destroyers, tearing apart a few ships immediately as the smaller frigates tried to adapt, the two adamantine siege ships torn apart and now they had vampire like ships sucking their own dry. Aithne was starting to become angry, and the amount of death and pain feeding the darkside further as she drew on it and her hands twisted the force to her control, linking her mind to as many others and working to improve their cohesion as turbolasers turned and fired on the new enemies, spreading out their strikes but that was not all.

The command came through as she looked down, hearing her father's voice and immediately her mind reached out to the Hellfire class missile cruisers, six gathered in the fleet and turning their ships and repositioning them before her hands twisted and ordered the others wordlessly around them, the shield class cruisers starting to fail as their shields seemed to fade slightly.

To confirm this an officer ran up, reporting that the shield class cruisers were nearly out of power and she breathed out, twisting her hands and wordlessly giving a new order as fighters were ordered to return to their ships. Right now the danger was becoming surrounded and her mind touched as many pilots to more quickly direct them in. Rocho himself would hear the order to come to her flagship but not to power down, instead to remain ready as the ships prepared their hyperdrives, coordinates locked in as she smiled.

But first, came Immolation.

"All Warheads... fire."

In a moment, hundreds of heavy and standard yield warheads leaped out from the ships, at first aimed outwards but then, they dropped. The Warheads came down like rain towards the surface, accompanied by a salvo of turbolaser and mass driver fire, punching through the atmosphere as a single command was relayed to all forces planetside.

"Operation Immolation in Progress... Danger Close within Six Hundred, fifteen seconds till impact." With that, her eyes refocused on their space-born enemies, a few more ships falling, their blasts lighting the sky before she gave the wordless order and the fleets lurched forward, all fighters returned and all who did not and had drives of their own jumping with the fleet. There remained some fighters who could not get tto the fleets, those who fought to the last man and died. It was in that moment, that few seconds, that there was nothing to be said, no destruction, the falling of warheads and cannon fire falling to the ground. All the shield cruisers lay destroyed or dormant, more capital ships twisted and broken.

But just as quickly as the ships had disappeared, they returned, this time behind the enemy Conquerors and it was their turn to strike as the ships turned instantly and fighters were re-launched, bombers sent forth, the distance a mere thousand meters between fleets now with the Keshiri fleets broadsiding the enemy. All weapons fired, another salvo of warheads launched, fighters and bombers took their turn striking at the enemy ships and Aithnes reached out with the force as she sat on the ground, her nose bleeding from the exertion as she drew out her connection to all the gunners and commanders she could, focusing their strikes as best as she could, directing them more coherently as their minds remained connected and fighting harder. The fighters would have to fight normally, unconnected but even then they could move and weave.

And in the minds of her men, a single order was given as her ships continued to turn on their foe's backs, a single command that would not be rescinded. Kill them all, make them pay, bring death to as many as they could.

"I will take as many of you with me... Adam, find their command ship... order the ship to focus on it." Her eyes turned on the nearby AI, the AI nodding to her and disappearing, her hands twisting again as she continued, her body shaking as she sat on the floor of the bridge, coughing as blood found her tongue and her mouth. The darkside would do its damage to her, but she would ensure that the enemy paid for destroying her home, killing her men, and thinking themselves rightful rulers of Kesh. Such demons and beast, such monsters, did not understand what strength and beauty meant. What order and freedom were. These creatures were no better than the hutts, the enslavers who had made her life hell and she would make theirs just as bad as her body shook. She could feel so much fear, death, anger, hate, doubt, pain. She would make sure all of that found the enemy.


Tathra Khaeus Rocho Primarch Drek'ma

 

[Anse Baenshaol]

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He was getting sent to a freaking warzone. It was probably the highest on his ‘hate doing it’ list. Of course he had told Scherezade deWinter that for this he was charging her through the nose. When his life was on the line, you bet he was down right mercenary, providing he lived to collect! When he arrived and got the mission briefing he found out they were aiding rather than attacking, which wasn’t terrible, but he didn’t want to be part of someone’s war. At least he knew he wasn’t being sent to kill people who were defending their homes.​

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Stepping foot on the ground was a mess, the ground was shaking as if from quakes that as far as he knew from the questions he asked at the briefing, had no source or known reason yet. There were things being flung at the planetary shielding, the enemy was literally trying to bash itself onto the planet. The scent of fear, death and war was heavy enough in the air even his nose could smell it.​

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He looked to Alwine Daye and Dexter Zytros because they were who he was embarking on this shit show with. “Alwine, I take it ye be th’ leader of this ride into hell?”​

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Dressed in his gear, he made for an intimidating sight versus his more relaxed attire. His hair was pulled back in a tail, beard closely trimmed. He didn’t look happy to be here, his usual playful and upbeat nature gone to be replaced with something more grim.

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[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective - B
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Krael Vizkla | Rahm | Leknion | Hraelga Nacht | Hrajlmak'Natok |
Equipment: Staff | Cuirass |
Forces: ORBIT - 14x Carriers | 12x Conquesters | x20 Ra'maks | PLANETARY - x1 Hadad | x6 Servitors | 2x M'gaelak Siege Towers |

Drek'ma sat undisturbed, hands clasped as his mind lead the Serivtor Hadad and its brethren Servitors. The colossal creature dipped under the city, and once its four thousand metre length was beyond the planetary shield, the other much smaller Servitors spread out across the city; giving the apex predator the respect deserved. Hadad was aimed for the stretch of land just beyond the Palace on the lake, as it came close to the surface - thounsands of black spikes, black marbled and each nearly a hundred feet long tore through the very earth as Hadad spun slowly under the earth. Its massive black pronged teeth churned through everything in its path - the great beast howled with hunger as its form burrowed through Gyn. All around Gyn, similar yet smaller events would occur as the other Servitors began doing the same, however two of them were diverted - heading directly toward the city just beyond the Keshiri defences.

Drek'ma felt it, an echo through the force a strange call. The human Commanders were up to something, he could feel it.

The five-hundred hyperion droids would find themselves drawing the attention of the massive groups of Phedrak Fighters, their position and ascent coated in a blanket of plasma. In orbit, the deployment of the Warheads was a surprise to the Fleets, but not Drek'ma. When they came down toward the atmosphere, the warning had been sent out to those on the planet from the ships in orbit, informing those on the ground of the exact trajectories of the missiles as soon as they could.

The fleet of twelve Conquesters would shortly thereafter replicate the jump performed by their enemies, arriving to reinforce the other Conquesters as they had their backs turned. All twelve of the Battlecruisers opening fire on the enemy fleet. The carriers in atmosphere held by the Marauder were key in the reception of the information in time. Almost immediately, two-thousand of the Phedrak Fighters in atmosphere were diverted from their current task and headed directly for the inbound warheads.

The Primarch rose to his feet, looking for the opened hatch of the Orkale out at the spectacle. Some six-hundred missiles came barrelling toward their main infantry position.

"Come on.." Drek'ma instinctively clenched, feeling something quite unsettling. He felt nervous for the first time in his life and he wasn't happy about it.

The Phedrak opened fire, thousands of bolts of plasma shot up into the sky - taking out some of the warheads as they broke atmosphere; the result was a domino affect of explosions as dozens of warheads were catch inside each others radius, destroyed. Others were taken out by Phedrak Fighters lucky shots, either way - the incredibly fast Phedrak Fighters were on a suicidal collision course with the Warheads.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Gyn, En route to the Central Island
Objective: Turn the planetary shields on
Wearing: Armor
Wielding: WindWhisper
Enemies: Brynadul
Allies: So far, everyone else
Tags: Anse Baenshaol Dexter Zytros | Open

"Yes," she answered the other Lupine with a nod, and then to the other one who had said there was no point in lollygagging. He was right, of course. Both of them were. Yet now that they were here, and the ground was shaking beneath them, Alwine's breath caught in her throat.

She didn't know what was causing it, but she knew it wasn't anything natural. The ground was shaking and not due to geological shifts in the crust of the planet or beneath it, but because someone… Or something, was making it so. And she did not like that one bit.

"Let us hurry," she said, and broke into the run to lead them all. They could cover the distance in a few minutes if her partners for the mission weren't overly slow. As a wolf, Alwine knew both she and Anse could run faster, but she also knew that as wolves, they would not have the stamina to keep it up for too long, and she didn't know how fast Dexter was actually capably of running.

As they darted forward, she could sense the vibrations getting stronger. Looking around her, she knew this did not bode well. The city had towers in it, and many of them. Beautiful constructions of glass and steel (or whatever it was they made buildings out of these days). Even if none of the towers would actually crumble if they were properly fortified, there was no assurance that-

"WATCH OUT!" she screamed, stopping her run to jump backwards, narrowly avoiding what looked like to be several window panes that had come loose and fallen to the streets.

 

[Mike V'Trechen]

Mike was still at the holotable. He pressed a button that called everyone through holo meeting for The Red Dragons. Mike noticed that his Apprentice came into the room. He started to smile. Mike started to issue out a order to a captain and, then, put his attention on the battle, at hand. This was The Red Dragon’s first battle.

“Hello everyone,” said Mike. “We are here to help out The Dark Hand. The Dark Hand is a faction that we are allied with. There is no plan, but to support them. Whatever the Dark Hand says, goes. Now I want to bring in Ra, our The Dark Hand liaison for extra instructions. Ra, are you there?”

Salis Laziryth Riamah LeoraLiliana

 

[Vulpesen]

Objective: Fall back to secondary trenches and defend Gyn
Location: En transit to secondary trenches
Allies: Dark Hand, Keshiri Forces
Enemies: Bryn'Adul Ground Forces, Tathra Khaeus , Hraelga Nacht , Galak
Equipment: Varos Cloak, Three Rhak Skuri Gas cannisters, Kits Yelp Bracer(With ten extra belts), his personal lightsaber, three EMP grenades, two frag grenades, 10 miscellaneous lightsabers, Three totems of Familiars(kath hound, Kreehawk, Acklay), Shadow Fox Amulet, VSF Fennec
Forces Under Direct Command: 10 Divisions of VSF troops.(160,000 troops total)


Vulpesen's ears rang with one simple order. Retreat. Solan's immolation was obviously something that wouldn't be fun to fight against, and with his men protecting themselves from an onslaught of nearby drones,Vulpesen knew that he had overstayed his welcome. Huffing slightly, he called out to his troops, his voice being carried by the force. "FALL BACK! TO THE SECONDARY LINE! SHEPHERDS, SHIELDS UP AND COVER!" An array of shield lit up from his riflemen's weapons, his grenadiers fired off their smoke rounds, the Huskies lit up any close contacts, and his Werewolves held the line as everyone rushed back tot he shield. All around him, Vulpesen could sense the death of his comrades. It was painful... but that was war.

"FALL BACK! FALL... back..." Vulpesen paused as he moved with his men. He could sense death all around him, but something was off. With all the death and destruction, he sensed an anticipation. Life where there shouldn't be life. His eyes widened as he came to realize what he was sensing. "Valde to Keshiri forces, watch yourselves! They're burrowing under!" While he didn't have time to yet collapse the tunnels himself, he could at least give a warning to the inner defenses. As his men made their way past the shields to the inner trenches, they hunkered down and prepared themselves, firing at any forces that might try to follow them. True to form, Vulpesen would be the last man in, holding the line with force imbued howls and storms of lightning, or at least that was the plan.

It was right about the point of retreat that the Ri'Vaks came. of course, there was always some sort of complication. Seeing the beasts driving towards his line, Vulpesen let out a feral growl as the force swelled in them. They needed to move. They needed to stop. Reaching out in the force, Vulpesen found every mind he could. East bestial fury and murderous intent led by only base desires. A sentient mind was a complex and difficult thing, something Vulpesen needed on finesse on a personal scale. But these beasts? They were a simple thing, easily dominated as they were meant to be dominated. Vulpesen's presence in the force crashed into all those that were nearest him. Several dozen of the energy beamed creatures would suddenly hold a grudge against their own brethren, turning their weaponry on Bryn'Adul forces.

His men were smart and knew when to get down. Retreat could wait until it was clear. Thankfully, their small arms had some not so small features. As the Ri'vaks prepared their assault, they would find themselves faced with several choices of heavy hits. Wild dogs would fire missiles directly into their faces. Wolves would charge their weapons for one shot capable of blasting through even some of the toughest armor. Some of the Ri'Vaks would even find themselves attacked even as they leaped to the trenches, his huskies hurling clouds of ice onto the beasts. It wasn't liable to wipe out all of the creatures, thousands of explosives it would at least give his men enough holes to start their sprint under cover of smoke and weapons fire. The drones would find similar resistance as they pushed the trenches. As they climbed to the other side, so did the Vitae. They chased the swarm onto the back side of the trenches, shooting anything that stood in the way of the retreat before swiveling back to protect themselves as they ran.

The Bryn had done their damage. His men were bloodied, ragged, and a little worn. But many were still standing. And now with all divisions consolidated in one area, their defenses were all that much stronger. Finally hopping into his trench, Vulpesen found himself facing his bloodied captain. Blood dripped from Harlow's brow and his leg bore a nasty gash were some of the enemy needles had struck him. Still, he was alive and judging by the way he was setting up his rifle, he wasn't done yet. "Having fun, sir?"

"Time of my life." Hopefully immolation would give them enough breathing room to really start hammering back.

 

[Helska Brood]

Post 1
Location: En Route to Gyn
Target Objective: Collect Bounty on Scherezade deWinter
Allies: Ragnar Syndicate Guild Hunters [ Soloman Priest & Tarre Priest ]
Equipment & Weapons:

EQUIPMENT: ​

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BODY ARMOR -​

- Modified Vonduun Skerr Kyrric & Cortosis-Weave Hybrid Armor:​

Helska’s body is almost always encased in a black body tight suit. Although from afar it maybe mistaken for any combat suit, in actuality it is a high-performance and durable “second skin” suit made from Yuuzhan Vong Technology Crab Armor. The Vonduun material has been modified into a weave that covers her entire body and provides almost entirely lightsaber, blaster, and slugthrower protection. In addition, the Cortosis Weave provides a greater added layer of protection from lightsaber attacks. Slashes, cuts, and to some extend stabs are ineffective and repeated, heavier, attacks are needed to penetrate​

- Photo-Optic Replicator:​

Embedded into the Hybrid Armor is a Photo-Optic Replicator which can provide Helska with short periods of complete optical camouflage. The sensor would take readings of the visual spectrum surrounding the user, while the holoprojector would display the readings on the wearer itself. By doing so, the OptiRep would make the user appear as their surroundings, essentially rendering them invisible. However, if the user moved faster, it would cause the image being projected to blur, and become distorted​

- SG-1001 "Vishnu" Military Shield​

Mounted in the Hybrid Armor. Available for activation when Personal Energy Shield is inactive​

EQUIPMENT ASSETS-​

+ MV-18 "Force" Class Vambrace​

+ Personal Energy Shield (Mounted on Belt)​

WEAPONS-​

Heavy Blaster Pistols:​

+ RSKF-44 Heavy Blaster (x2 in Shoulder Holster)​

+ HG-88 "Big Iron" Hand Cannon (x2 in Hip-Strap Holsters)​

Rifles:​

+ BR-212 "Jackal" Adaptive Combat Rifle ​

Melee:​

+ VibroDagger (x2 In shoulder holster sub-pouches)​

MISC ASSETS-​

+ Voxyn Hound - Ripper​

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CYBERNETICS: ​

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BODY -​

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-Dura-Skin Implant Armor:






+ Achilles Model Sub-dermal armor plating beneath synthetic skin of torso, neck, and head providing an extra secondary layer of armor plating made of Durasteel and Plasteel.
- Rybcoarse & RIMPack Muscular-Nervous System:
+ RIMPack:

- Entire nervous system replaced with bio-engineered neural web​

- Provides faster processing of sensory data - enhanced reaction time, awareness and reflexes​

+Rybcoarse:

- Entire muscular system replaced with artificial high-performance tissue - greater stamina and strength​

-Pain Damper:
+ Cybernetic nerve implant that allows Helska to tune out extreme fatigue and pain.
- Cortical Datasplint:
+ Cybernetic spinal implant which allows Helska to store large amounts of extra information within the brain in a secure secondary memory dump.
HEAD -
- Hi-Sense Enhanced Eyes
+ Helska's eyes have artificial photoreceptors, allowing her a wider range of the visual spectrum - inlcuding: Infrared, low-light, nightvision, and motion sensor vision.
-Brain Recorder:
+Her optic sensors are linked to a Brain Recorder which connects the optic nerve and brain in order to record everything she sees for later retrieval.
-Q-22 Retinal Tracker:
+ A cybernetic implant, fitted to the retina and in the brain, that assisted in tracking and targeting. Allows Helska to perform precision shots or shots on multiple targets.
ARMS -
- Cyberscanner Arm:
+ Cyberscanner arm incorporated a basic scanner for medium range detection, and displayed data via a holoprojector that appeared above the user's open palm. A typical cyberscanner arm was capable of detecting and displaying motion, life-forms, energy signatures, and other common targets as desired.
-Digital Lockpick:
+ A class of cybernetics that consisted of a cybernetic appendage, usually a finger, equipped with a number of small tools to assist in cracking both physical and electronic locks.

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Translucent crystal blue irises decorated with rings of gold-chip veins flexed and rolled from side to side as the red blinking dots within their dark pupils digitized the visual images that passed through its artificial lens. Passing onto the cybernetic secondary memory and processing neural implants within her cortical datasplint embedded in the nape and spine.

There the read out of Gyn City, its local terrain, and the schematics of its arcology brewed together in a fast evolving report as her data processing subroutines kicked into analysis overdrive. She watched, studied and judged, while the miniature holoprojector in her vambrance spat out ghostly data streams and digital space renderings.

The bounty hunting prep-work helped her ignore the fare more stressful issue – being in a confined space with her former and estranged lover Soloman Priest . While the subroutines in her cortical splint hummed and toiled, the flesh of her mind did a good job and nagging her about Soloman.

5 years. 5 years since she had left him on Nar Shaada, in some grimy overnight inn. She flicked her eyes up to burn holes in the back of the dar’manda’s head while he piloted the gunship. Below her, the Voxyn Hound which proved to be her only long term personal companion whined as it laid its large head on her lap.

Helska Brood placated her beast’s boredom with a few strokes of her cybernetic hand, caressing its long boney and jagged spine. She looked back down to her holoprojector’s read out. She sighed. This was going to be an irritating hunt. Force Users. Especially Dark Side manipulators were a particularly egotistic and haughty species of Force users.

Prone to destructive resistance that made any hunt not worth it in the end. But, she needed the credits and hopefully the destructive reaction would help marginalize any directed destructive behavior she would display given Soloman’s proximity.

It was all very new. New team, she had never worked in a syndicate before, and a new encounter with Soloman. A peculiar bounty hunter concoction of exiles, renegades, cut throats and other manner of scum and villainy. She drew in a long breath and exhaled it from her nostrils before cutting the read out on her vambrance.

“What’s your plan here anyways?” she said, knowing Soloman knew very well who ‘your’ was referring to.

“Or are we going in hot and painfully dumb, like always?”

 

[Dexter Zytros]

Location: Gyn, En route to the Central Island
Objective: Turn the planetary shields on
Wearing: Light stealth armor: Blends into surround with auto camouflage
Wielding: Electrostaff, Two Vibroblades
Enemies: Brynadul
Allies: Agents of Chaos, the Dark Hand, Kesh
Tags: Anse Baenshaol Alwine Daye | Open
post: 2
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Dexter didn't appear to look like much, he was rather tall yes, but he was slim and seemed even simmer with his cloak around him that seemed to drown him. But he ran with them and seemed to easily keep up with them, even at his own jogging pace he wasn't breaking a sweat yet. His longer legs meant he could cover the ground and he was non too slow either.
The shaking ground was rather unnerving but Dex seemed to hold an all over bored expression on his face even if he was rather bricking it at this point he didn't let it show.
Before the call came , Dex was just behind Alwine Daye as the window came down, his reflexes kicking in and he would reach out, just about twirling her like a dance partner just as she called to watch out. He only saw the glass coming because he was putting his flask back in his jacket again.... Lucky chance there.
He'd look to Alwine Daye with a smirking smile. "
"Might wanna watch yourself darling... not everything falling for you is a good thing." OOH the cheese in his words, he'd give her a nod in a 'You alright?' way before looking to Anse Baenshaol .
" Your turn to save her next. I've only got one good save in me." He'd chuckle slightly before shaking his head and moving to push on. Standing around would be begging for the glass to take another nose dive.
Man, he hoped those shield gen's weren't far, all this running would make him really hungry.

 

[Fomoris]

Objective: A - PLANETARY FORCE
Post: 1
Nearby: Salis Bazh'Thu
Enemies: The Keshiri Imperium I Agents of Chaos
The Dark Hand I The Red Dragon.

Howling their warchant to the skies, the Brutes of the 10[SUP]th[/SUP] were in high spirits, some tearing limbs from the corpses before them, others merely firing into the air, the shriek of their weapons mingling with the deep roar of the celebrating Baedurin. Another world to be conquered, another foe to test themselves against, it was an endless cycle of death and destruction and it was a purpose they were perfectly designed to fulfil.

Turning his fiery gaze to the Shaman that accompanied them, Fomoris turned his head in curiousity, the massive reaper like figure seemed to be staring off into the distance, distracted. While they were all Drael by blood, Bryn'adûl by bond and sworn brethren, there was always the divide between the Aeravalin and Baedurin. In his people, the heat and fire of battle ran within their veins, their very hearts beating with an intensity that matched the molten cores of the very planets they purged. Within the Aeravalin, it was like the cold of the void beyond, the killing frost that promised to end all it faced, to return the galaxy to the tranquil silence of annihilation.

Grunting, Fomoris turned away, slapping one of his brothers over his massive shoulders, joining them in their jubilation. It mattered not how each of the Bryn'adûl honoured their battles, whether it be through song, trophies or stories written, all that mattered was that they were achieved. Walking through the crowd towards the pile of bodies they had built, he shoved some of the others to the side, laughing and cheering before the roaring suddenly began to die down.

Looking around, the other Brutes were staring at the location the Shaman had been only moments ago, now, only an oily black smoke remained where once the Beastmaster stood. Looking to the sky, a coalesced mass of black clouds formed a path, almost arrow like to where they were to head.

“THE PREY AWAITS US!” he roared, charging alongside his fellows back into the forest’s embrace, hot on the heels of the Beastmaster.

 

[Soloman Priest]

Location: En Route to Gyn
Target Objective: Collect Bounty on Scherezade deWinter
Allies: Ragnar Syndicate Guild Hunters [ Helska Brood & Tarre Priest ]
Equipment & Weapons:

• Armor
  • The Demon's Coat
  • Ysalamiri Nutrient Pack
• Weapons
  • Two (2) HG-88 'Big Iron' Hand Cannon
  • One (1) Inferos Class Disruptor Rifle
  • One (1) BR-212 "Jackal" ACR
  • Four (4) C-11 "Nastirci" Combat Knife
  • One (1) VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade
  • Various Jaeger Ammunition

“You know I like hot and painfully dumb.”, Soloman offered back.​

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“Dated you, didn’t I…”, he offered in a slightly lower tone.​

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A few presses of his fingers on the controls, and the automated droid brain began to take over the flight - just as a South Star droid came forward to finish the maneuver they needed. He sighed as he was forced to stand up, and moreover - forced to actually face Helska. Priest had lost count of how many times they’d met up, left each other, met up again in a night of passion, then left each other in an even worse way -​

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Only to get stuck together on his ship, hunting an intergalactic force wielding terrorist. He hated hunting them normally - but with Brood? He considered for a moment just shooting himself in the head and being done with it, likely save everyone a bit of time, and certainly save him the annoyance.​

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“Nah -”, he offered as he took a few steps towards the exit of the ship, tightening all the straps on his armor that needed to be tightened.​

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“- The plan is, we find the target, hit her with a few of these -”, he offered with a toss of clip towards her. She’d notice quickly the odd coloration on them, and the Jaeger symbol.​

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“Then we get gone before her goons show up. That fine with you?”, he said with a glance from Helska, to Thera.​

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[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Location: Gyn (Now Arriving!)
Objective: Deliver this venti smoked caramel cream to Scherezade deWinter

Secondary Objective: Figure out what the kark is going on​

Tertiary Objective: Convince people to buy overpriced home holonet from Corellia Digital​

Allies: Everyone who isn't Bryn'adul? That's probably a start anyway.
Enemies: Bryn'adul. Probably. Maybe. Depends on what their stance on 1 year service contracts is...
Items of Note: Youngling Robes | Paperweight | QQ-83N Sidearm | HoloLink XJ9

Kesh.

This was actually his second time visiting the planet, though he could have sworn that the last time that he'd been here that it had been a lot closer to Demonsgate. Was he mis-remembering being here with Joza Perl during a Kathol Outback or Outer Rim Coalition celebration?

Probably. Those celebrations tended to all turn into pub crawls. And his youngling physiology meant that all it took was someone to spike the Shirley Temple with just a single shot of vodka and Sor-Jan was going to be completely smashed.

Also, why were they supposed to be riding in on horseback?

This was 858 or 859 or maybe even 860 ABY now. Who knew. It seemed like across the galaxy, people were quoting different dates lately. In any case, it was way too late to be doing the cavalry schtick.

Suffice to say, this had been one of the most confusing messages that he had ever received from Scherezade deWinter . And that was really saying something considering the source. Ordinary, he'd have just deleted it and then claimed to not know what holo-email she was talking about, but he owed her for that whole Atrisia business and it seemed that Darth Pebble the Pink was keen on collecting.

Voph.

Metus.​

Scherezade.​

Maybe Wyatt Morga had been on to something. Sor-Jan really did have a lot of acquaintances with Sith Lords. Or Ladys. Or whatever Scherezade was. Hadn't Connor Harrison been a Sith Lord at one point? Honestly, who could keep up with who was or wasn't a Sith Lord these days.

In any case, the boy had no idea just where he was going to find a horse. He'd contacted Matsu Ike , but apparently the best that she could suggest for him was something called a Del-Ya.

Lo, I saw an Anzat on a pale unicorn. And it's name was Starbucks Delivery Boy. And there was no way he was getting paid enough for this chit, even with tips.

He had no idea just what a Bryn'adul was, but Kesh had definitely seen better days. The shields of Gyn were taking a battering and here he was, strutting around on a unicorn looking motherkarker with a rainbow colored mane. He'd have probably been totes lost in all of this, but for the fact that he'd used his species predatory tracking methods to look for Scherezade before.

Locking onto that Force Presence from within the same city was too easy.

Plus, he wouldn't want this coffee to get cold. Riding up near where the Crazy Knife Lady was positioned, the boy held up her venti smoked caramel cream as he supplied this in greeting:

"The Hutt happened here?"

It kind of summed up all the questions that he had.

 

[Xrobas H'kahn]

Objective A
Location: Under The Sea
Allies: Bryn'adul
Enemies: Keshiri Imperium
Equipment: Radesh Auto Weapon | Barad Spec Ops Armor | Barad Glaive
Compliment: 3x Servitors

Deep below the waters that surrounded the city of Gyn, creatures of a malevolent nature stirred. Terrifyingly massive beasts with hundreds of teeth tore through the sea directly towards the metropolis. Three massive Servitors converged below as they approached the Ragnas Slums. Waves began to crash along the metal barriers protecting the foolish from falling into the sea. They grew more intense with each moment until they began to reach over the barriers and waves crashed onto lands. Those that inhabited the slums were far too enthralled with their own happenings that they could not possibly notice the danger that was coming towards them.

Then, the sea was silent. Not a wave moved.

Until the massive Servitors came roaring out of the water. The beasts launched towards the sky then crashed down into the slums, crashing through massive apartment buildings without falter. The screams of terror and explosions of buildings being torn through by the servitors echoed through the air around the slums. As the Servitors continued their rampage, a lone drael climbed out of the waters from where the servitors originated. A large drael with tentacles hanging from his face. Water dripped from his armor and weapons. It was Xrobas H'kahn. The Mutant Butcher. He had been summoned to Kesh to wreak his unique form of terror upon the people of Gyn.

He could not refuse.

And so, the Mutant Drael set off into the slums. There were plenty of armed citizens in this aprt of the city. Nothing but cutthroats, druggies, and lawless heathens. They were no match for Xrobas. He cut them down in swathes as he moved through the ruined buildings.

["Face your demise, wretches. The heralds of death and destruction have come."]

 

[Anse Baenshaol]

----|---- Playlist --|-- Alwine Daye --|-- Dexter Zytros ----|----​

They started to head towards the objective, Anse adjusted his pack on the fly. At her scream he dove and rolled in a shoulder roll, but as he came up he crouched and covered his head. Debris showered around him, many sinking into the soft ground like a knife through butter. When he stood up he saw Alwine and Dexter were just fine, but as he looked around he was just outside the center of death. It didn’t mean some of the glittery shards hadn’t rained around him, he just barely managed to escape death. In fact, he let out a low whistle as a singular shard stood upright, right where his head could have been if he hadn’t come to a stop right on time.

He looked back at Dexter and grinned. “Aye! Ye can cover for th’ rain of death and I’ll happily have my arms around th’ girl. Hell, maybe it’ll be ye my hands be around ye if I be lucky! I’ll be happy either way laddie.”

He moved through the shards and started moving again, but this time he kept an eye above him as well. Just in case the sky decided to fall again.


​

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Objective: B – Lower the City’s Shield Generators.
Equipment: Weapons
Current Location: Kesh, Gyn, outside of the City. Northeast, in the Marisota river.

Clumps of earth shot up behind her with every step. The earth was loose and weak. The trees splintered with every blow, glancing or otherwise. She came across a group of outlying humanoids. Whether they were villagers who went out into the woods, soldiers on patrol, or just curious about the crashed pod, there was but only truth. They were lucky they weren’t her targets. Only one was in her way, she wouldn’t stop for it.

---

The man glanced to his companion of a year. “So, uh… These Bryn’aydol things, think we could take ‘em?”

He heard a snort. “I could take like, ten of them. They ain’t so tough, I heard they just do like, drone tactics or something like that, I dunno, all I know is shoot anything bigger than us.” he said.

“Yeah, yeah! Anyway, how was that hot piece of-“ he heard light sound of footsteps, a squelch, and it appeared to be raining. He looked back to his friend, who was gone. His heart beating, he searched for him, did he run off without telling him? It only took him a moment before he found him. Something had run into the poor man, a speeder? He was shorn almost completely in half, his blood splattered the trees, he could see a gore line leading toward the city.

“WHAT THE H-

---

Sarask hadn’t even reached the city yet, but she was covered in blood and at least two organs. They slid away in her blurring speed. Her next obstacle stood a river. She could either jump over or around it. Neither options were logical. It seemed as though the river led to the City, she could swim and infiltrate from there, if possible. Furthermore, it would be harder to see her approach if she entered through something near enough her colour anyway. And so she did.

Using the last bits of time to turn in direction, she jumped into the lake, wet crimson slipping from her form as she skidded on the waterline before finally submerging. The momentum kept her shooting forward, and she picked up on it. She couldn’t move as fast as she was running, but her movements, as graceful as they were in the land, still kept her moving faster than an average human could.

Like some kind of sea monster, she swam toward the city of Gym. Doom crept with every moment, she could see the fighting up ahead, before she submerged.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Gyn
Wearing: Armatura | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | The Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 1 Whimsy Knife | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader KD-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Enemies: The Brynadul
Allies: Non-Brynnies
Specific Tags: LeoraLiliana Octavius Bellator Helska Brood Soloman Priest Tarre Priest Hraelga Nacht Sor-Jan Xantha Primarch Drek'ma | +Open!

The conversation between the ones gathered round was light, witty, and overall pretty optimistic. One could easily forget that they were practically standing in the middle of a war zone, making bets and eating cheese cubes. A single cheese cube had some sort of spice on it that reminded Scherezade of paprika, but a touch sharper. It was good. She was going to have to find out later what exactly that was.

"Leo," she smiled and nodded at the helmeted woman.

But the time for pleasantries was pretty much over. The ground quaked beneath their feet and Scherezade blinked, looking around, trying to understand what was causing it. Kesh was not a planet prone to earthquakes as far as she was aware, and this… This was lasting longer than your average earthquake anyway.

Of course, none of those present knew that the cause was giant worms sent by Hraelga Nacht and Primarch Drek'ma , and it would probably not have made a difference even if they had known.

And then came the spikes.

The first ones were still a physically safe distance away, yet close enough to cause discomfort and worry. Scherezade let out a string of curses in various languages that would've caused almost any sailor to deeply blush as her body took a step back. Her fingers itched to grab her weapons, but what good could weapons do against giant spikes that came out of the ground?

"Leo, did you Keshians have that installed by any chance to ward off attackers and it is now severely malfunctioning?" she asked carefully, "or is that something the monsters have brought with them?"

The second option… Was the actually scary one. Because if that was the monsters, it meant that the shields were just a distractions, for the monsters had found a way to get in from under the city, and those black spikes along combined with the earthquakes could cause more than enough damage to have the city flooded or sunk into the ground. The prospects were not very good.

Another wave of spikes rose from the ground, this time coming much closer to where the group was standing.

Scherezade looked to the shields that obstructed the sky's view and shook her head. A small amount of fear was beginning to bubble inside of her. It was one thing to face the unknown – quite another to face the unknown that you couldn't directly stab with any effect.

It was then that Sor-Jan Xantha appeared on a flying pony, carrying a drink that made Scherezade blink in the moments it took her to remember she'd actually asked for it. A smile broke on her face, her seeds of fer vanishing almost entirely as she gracelessly took the drink and then a huge sip, leaving herself with a foamy mustache. "Monsters," she explained, pointing at the shields which were still getting smashed into, though they remained standing for the time being, and then she pointed down, "Maybe monsters. We promised the Keshoes to keep their planet safe, and in return they will release their control of their planets that aren't Kesh."

Sinking herself down on a knee, she put a hand to the ground. Perhaps… "Do you think the Keshoo Emperor would be angry if I tore some street off?" she asked as she began to focus, "Rip this open to see what is happening beneath…" Would they find a tunnel? Would they find a secret weapons stash? Would they find a monster that would jump on them?

If she could have a few minutes to work the Force properly to do it, they would have their answer.

Spoiler: TL;DR

Lots of talking and fluff but Scherezade is basically going to use Alter Elements (Earth) to cause a sinkhole so they can see what's happening underground. They will likely find a tunnel that the servitor made but beyond that would depend on other participating people in the thread. Also, almost hit by black spikes. Black spikes dangerous.

 

[Osam]

Objective: B
Sub Objective: Clear Out a Bunker
Allies: Bryn (Following Galak 's orders)
Enemies: Other People
Post 2

Even while a number of valiant defenders and mighty conquerors struck against one another with seemingly divine ability, the mere grunts and soldiers of both sides clashed openly with one another. Wielding whatever weaponry and equipment had been gifted to them by their superiors, they put their training, whether it was generic or flash-trained to good use, cutting down enemies wherever possible only to be laid low in return. Corpses piled in chokepoints held between city structures, snipers and marksmen using convenient pathways to lay a bloody swathe of bodies whenever someone attempted to reinforce or retreat.

There were explosions, and there was fire. The Rhivaks and Brumaks did their utmost to annihilate the DEFENSES, even as the armored vehicles and missiles of the foe struck back. Osam and his squad, a mere seven Sraelvun drones; seven was the standard operational unit for the drone contingents, and he had done well to avoid casualties thus far in his own command, had been separated from the heavier hitting war-beasts of the army, instead being commanded to infiltrate the structures which had been over-run, but which still contained defenders within their hearts. It was imperative that these encircled foes be slain so that they couldn't compromise the push by stinging the crusaders in the rear.

The structure before Osam was dim, and poorly lit, its generator apparently having been cut during one of the many barrages. The doorway had been caved in already by another enterprising Sraelvun squadron, but their broken bodies lined the hallway. The air was dusty... had this building been used at all before the current conflict, or had it been impressed into functionality by the direness of the situation? Perhaps it had simply missed its cleaning for several cycles, but Osam doubted something so simple had left it so messy.

"Grenadier. Launch down hallway." He commanded, jutting his spiker towards the end of the hall, where potential enemies lay in wait to spring their trap. The most heavily armored of the Sraelvun stepped forward, compliantly, bracing their terrible weapon against their own chest before releasing the explosive charge down the hall. The squad slid to either side of the doorway, taking cover as they waited for the detonation. It came as quickly as expected, rattling the structure around with thunderous applause and a shriek of terror.

Tight spaces made for close-quarters fighting... but the Bryn'adul drones had claws and thick hides. They'd feast on the flesh of the defenders, and of the dead.

 

[Octavius Bellator]

Void

 

[Mig Gred]

R Reyn Australis Solan Charr

Mig looked out at the beasts coming, and quickly charged up sphere of Force Lightning in his hands. He wasn't the best shot with a blaster at long range, but if there was one thing he was good at, and that Reyn's sister already knew full well, it was that the Force was a deadly weapon for him. Once he had finished forming he Kinitite the Mando'ad'jetii fired it, sending it to detonate into a group of the Bryn's creatures. He looked back at his nephew, quickly speaking up.

"These are just advanced troops. Not their heavy hitters. Stop them, but save your strength for the more dangerous threats to come. Trust me.... I know what these osikheads are capable of." Mig wasn't lying when he said this. He'd seen back on Eshan just what these things could bring to bare. The destruction they could cause. He was now ready to show them here and now what the price would be for taking a world, if only someone or something important would rear its ugly head. Mig focused, forming another Kinitite before sending it out. They wouldn't get past!

 

[Tarre Priest]

Post 1
Location: En Route to Gyn
Target Objective: Collect Bounty on Scherezade deWinter
Allies: Ragnar Syndicate Guild Hunters [ Soloman Priest Helska Brood ]
Equipment:

Spoiler

Weapons:

• Firedrake
• X2 Big Iron Hand Cannon
• X3 Nasty Blades
• X4 Shivs

Gear:

• Force Vambraces
• Holsters for the Hand Cannons
• Combat Boots
• Military Shield
• Holospheres

Cybernetics

• Skin Layer
• Under Skin Layer
• Eyes

See, there is always a problem with people who knew each other for years. People like me who had no connection with them were left as third wheels. I could almost feel the tension in the air between these two. A rather smoking woman who had enough cybernetics for the both of us, and a Cowpoke who clearly had a drink or two before deciding to take this bounty. To say that I was out of the conversation when they were making inuendos of past jobs as well as planning how they would be striking at a well known Dark Side user, I kept my arms folded.

When Solomon looked over to me to see a confirmation of what we would be using, I reached out to snatch the bullet from his hands. Looking at it with a curious eye. Jaeger tech. Like some of the gear I was currently using. namely boots, holster, and bracers. I also had their Big Irons. Shrugging my shoulders,

"Long as it works in mah irons, I aint got a problem darlin'. Now as for what these rounds do, they like uh... capture her right?"

The colored bullet was likely to make sure if someone ordered different kinds of rounds from this Jaeger company, they wouldn't mix up one that eats the flesh of some poor shmuck, or accidentally captures them instead of outright blowing their head off. I assumed this Witch or whatever this slag called herself would be captured alive. Seeing as how her name also got some rounds with the Agents of something or another.

"And uh... no kissen til after we get her. Dun want no swapping of spit while we getting shot at."

Handing the bullet back to the man as he stood there, My smaller stature between the both of them was clear. However, I likely had a leg up against Force users that we had to hunt down. I mean, I legit had the skin for it. Lets just make sure we get the payment.