Public Return of the Old Menace | Problem on Loovria

[Pillar of Defiance]

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Return of the Old Menace, Problem on Loovria​

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The Graug....​

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A threat long ago to the very concept of civilization, a constant blight on world after world while the galaxy focuses on the Brotherhood of the Maw. The graug do not suffer defeat for long even after the disaster at Korriban where the mighty horde of Krag was broken and shattered like a hammer to rock. The graug are now ready to strike out against the galaxy once more, the galaxy has forgotten them but that shall be there doom.​

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The horde is gathering and the galaxy will tremble once again underneath their combined might. To eclipse the stars in a tide of eternal bloodshed and the foundation of the First Graug Empire. ​

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The world of Loovria would be their target for attack, an unimportant world save for the gladiatorial arenas all across the planet. Those with wealth would be drawn like a moth to a flame to the spectacle. Seeing species after species engage in pointless conflict in hopes of earning their freedom from uncaring overlords. While the galaxy was distracted by endless bloodshed, the horde made their move on the defenseless world. Dubbed Warhost! Kregdakka by the few defenders left on the planet which exist in isolated outposts scattered across the surface.​

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They do not have the numbers to push out to strike the warhost, and their weaponry does little against the unyielding savagery of the graug. Some would suggest that the Bryn'adul and the Brotherhood of the Maw would be just as barbaric in their tactics. But the graug have no vision to accomplish, no grand vision to see the galaxy made anew. They exist for eternal conflict and will ravage the galaxy, fighting both man and monster until they have their fill. ​

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A desire so powerful that it cannot be bargained, any diplomatic solution is thrown out the window has the diplomats return headless and lifeless. Warhost! Kregdakka is ever expanding underneath the iron rule of their warlord, seeking to bring battle to every civilization within the galaxy and crush them underneath his heel.​

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The Graug Population have expanded across the world, building settlement after settlement using whatever materials that they find. Pollution is draining the world of its resources as they spread like a plague across the surface. The capital city of loovria was overrun within mere hours of the arrival of the great horde from hyperspace. Touching down within ramshackle drop-pods all across the world, fighting gladiators who tried to oppose them. ​

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These small skirmishes across the planet brought the horde together into a frenzy of activity. The world will be lost forever, its environment changed by the constant industry that the graug have made to push out even more deadly machines. ​

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Warlord Kregdakka rules from a former gladiatorial arena within the Capital City of Strako. Proclaiming himself the King of the Planet and referring to his horde as his subjects. He is called the Two Head Demon from those that have seen him, made up of two halves. ​

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One half is called GRIMZZ an artificial intelligence imbedded deep within his cybernetic skull and the other is Kregdakka himself the brute and warrior of the pair. GRIMZZ has his own interest in mind when taking the planet for himself, influencing the warlord to bring his horde here for a yet unknown prerogative. Morag Arena is where the self-styled king resides, having been fortified into a palace of graug origin. ​

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The Planetary Resistance is fractured and disorganized much like the Graug Horde. But the horde have a unifying leader to guide their rampages. Bringing the resistance together seems like an impossible task but to save the world from eternal ruination from the graug it will be worth the risk. Shattering this warhost before it can move onto other worlds is paramount to some of the more foreign factions that have arrived to investigate. But the graug only respect one thing, Strength.​

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Only the Strong can Rule.​

 

[Kregdakka Skull'kullektah]

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Problem on Loovria​

Location: Morag Arena, Strako​

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Morag Arena used to be the shining example of gladiatorial might on the planet of Loovria. Now it is the domain of the squatter-king who rules atop an ivory throne within the gamemaster's stand. Kregdakka would peer down from his throne room into the interior of the arena, it having been modified by the ologuren warriors within his mostly graug horde. The front entrance had been sealed with permacreate and other devices to keep intruders from breaking inside. Now you might be wondering how the graug leave the arena and that was within one of the many underground tunnels that connected the arena to the capital city itself. ​

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His 24'1 form sat upon his large chair made of bones and leather, adorned with the heads of several gladiators from the arena who were foolish enough to challenge his might on the battlefield. Warhost! Kregdakka would make short work of the remaining outpost of rebellion, with him having sent his horde orders to march upon their settlements and burn them to the ground. It didn't matter for there was no real objective to accomplish not to the graug warboss anyway. His main purpose was fighting and looting and the planet was providing him with that. He was the King of Loovria and people would respect that either through a brutal reminder or being enslaved within the graug factories that polluted the world. ​

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"I am da Kingzz of this world, ya hear that lads. These ho0mies are fight'in us all across the planet. We crush'em today and leave nothing but dirt!. Then we shall fight some more!!!" Kregdakka bellowed out from his throne room towards the small army of graug and ologuren warriors assembled before him. Raising his large powered arm in a fist gesture as a sign of strength. "TO WAR!!!!" he shouted again, as the graug and ologuren would repeat him. Marching through the tunnels to emerge within the already polluted skies. Being seen from miles around as great smoke billowed from factory after factory. ​

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"We are here for more than just fightning, Kregdakka" GRIMZZ reminded him, being the other half of the warboss. Each half made the graug a deadly commander even though his actual intelligence was small. He was the Two Headed Demon of the Graug Horde for a reason and no one would forget the sight of him arguing with himself. The people called him the squatter-king for he was no true royalty of the planet, and was an invader who ravaged and pillaged. Kregdakka didn't mind the title as it was longer and thus gave him more power over the world. GRIMZZ has other plans but those he would not reveal to the ologuren-graug hybrid. ​

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Keeping this planet was vital to the overall plan, and GRIMZZ wasn't about to lose it. ​

 

[Dakkanak Ruk Grotfang]

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Problem on Loovria​

Location: Strako War Camp​

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Within the city limits lay the Strako War Camp, having been established by the Squatter-King to enforce his domain over the world. The citizens tried to fight back using the gladiators from the arena. But the barbaric methods of the graug horde descended upon them like a green tide of violence. Ripping people limb from limb as they smashed and looted throughout the city. Warchief Grotfang of the Bloody Iron Sunz and Iron Fist of Kregdakka would be present among the Strako War Camp. Rallying the warriors underneath his control to start burning house after house of the city until everyone within was captured and either put to the sword or thrown into the slavery pits to work. ​

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Wearing his heavy armor, Warchief Grotfang would be a deadly foe to anyone in combat and his size compared to other graug made him a respected leader. Although not as intelligent as his overall boss, the Squatter-King. Grotfang had a drive within himself to be the biggest and strongest of the Bloody Iron Sunzs and no one was going to surpass him in that regard. Raising his double bladed iron axe within his hand, Grotfang would exit the war tent within the camp.​

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Looking over the vast space of the camp that housed both graug and slaves taken from the populace. Many of them had simply been eaten for food their roasted bodies still over the fires as the smell of cooked flesh could be smelled from miles around. Sentries were posted at the entrances into the camp and planet of soldiers could be found within the camp. Keeping order and smacking down the graug and ologuren that were a little too soft for comfort. Strength was important about the graug and those who lacked it would be eaten. ​

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Warchief Grotfang would look over as he received orders from the Squatter-King, there was a small outpost within the city that needed to be burned to the ground. He was happy to accommodate as the prospect of fighting drove them into battle with abandonment. Never caring for their own lives as dying by fighting was the only way to go out. Rallying his warriors with a single shout.​

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"Lads!, TO WAR!!!!" Grotfang shouted to his warriors, as they also raised up their weaponry at the same time. Pointing his double bladed iron axe in a direction of the city as the ologuren and graug would descend from the camp into the city. ​

 

[Rocho]

Tags: Dakkanak Ruk Grotfang Kregdakka Skull'kullektah Pillar of Defiance
Objective: Get kills, get points.

The Challenger, he'd taken to that name for some time now. And again it was to be used. He originally was en route for the arena's, semi-hopeful that there might be a challenge there worth taking. But that hope was soon proven correct even before he arrived, not by the arenas, but by the Graug. He was unfamiliar with the race, but it didn't take long before someone on world had put out a bounty alert. Rich people who liked arenas. Likely panicked, he didn't exactly specify anything but the credits were out there to be taken.

That was not as much his interest though, as long as he killed, it was enough. The Robber's Crown reached the planet soon after, thanks to its excellent hyperdrive. Carrying the Vesk-class Droid Starfighter complement and the-challenger.

He was armed, well armed. And his crew the The Red Hunt accompanied him. They could see his devotion in his eyes. He did not do this for fun. He did not do this for renown among the living. To him, there was no greater purpose than to gain the points. No pleasure worth accepting or pain worth avoiding that would stop him if he saw the route.

And now it was time to see what these beasts were made of. First, he'd test if they posed any threat to his ship. There was no reason to simply start strafe running their forces if there was no challenge to it. "Look for any space vessels, let me know the results. If they have forces, deploy the fighters, I'm heading to my ship with Nod. If they don't, keep an eye out, just be ready to pick us up or scram if needed." He ordered. He'd take off in the-challenger, a reminder of his former life as an Imperial Knight for the Fel Empire.

If there were space forces that posed a threat, then he'd start the fight like that. If there were not, than all he'd do is head to the ground, and he'd deal with them directly, like he did with the Byrn. He wasn't familiar with the Graug, but he'd faced many races in the past, and he could adapt. He was willing to fight with a hand tied behind his back, leaving his crew in space so long as they weren't under threat, if it meant he could face down his opponents directly for a time.


Equipment:
heklerkok-amr-1-anti-materiel-rifle, in hand.
heklerkok-tdl-1-tempest (strapped to his back, extra ammunition on straps.)
PS-1 Particle Shotgun at his side with extra ammunition on belt and legs
t-7-vibro-brace (left arm.)
g-11-shield-gauntlet (right arm)
Hekler'Kok LA-2 Light Armor (Isn't wearing shoes, helmet, or gloves.)
The Beast: (at side)

 

[Pillar of Defiance]

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Problem on Loovria​

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The Squatter-King would not be taken surprised for long, not least until the vessel emerged from hyperspace. Although cracked and broken by the graug assault on the world a day prior the AA Batteries were still functional. There was no space fleet to oppose them in orbit due to the graug horde having arrived within the ramshackle fleet which left to secure more supplies.​

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The scanners of the AA Batteries around the capital system would pick up the emergence. Although the graug were smart enough to figure out that it was an assault squad of some manner. Moving the shells into position and reloading the cannons to fire once they had been readjusted. ​

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"Fire on does vessels, You gits!" The Ordinance Captain would shout to the graug and ologuren crew, as they promptly loaded the cannons scattered around the city. Smoke would billow out from the cannons as they fired into the atmosphere, the shells exploding within air. Although if they managed to hit anything was anyone's guess. It did not take too long for the ordinance crews to reload the batteries and proceed to fire another volley. ​

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It was clear to anyone viewing the capital city that it was covered in thick black smog, as the landscape around it has been transformed into an almost inhospitable wasteland. Plants and animals dying by the hundreds as the factories of the graug produced more and more for the horde. ​

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One of the crew sent a runner from the main cannon near the morag arena to inform the Squatter-King of Loovria that someone was approaching. Rushing through the service tunnels into the entrance to the arena. Climbing up the steps to approach the squatter-king kredakka and his main bodyguard. ​

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Rocho ​

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

Location: Loovria
Tags: Rocho | Kregdakka Skull'kullektah | Dakkanak Ruk Grotfang | Pillar of Defiance
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Big wigs watching the gladiator fights, only one was their main priority. His sector had been informed the planet Loovria came under attack mere minutes after the fact. Vyn's job wasn't to go in with an army and run guerrilla missions to liberate them, the EE would take care of that sooner or later. He'd come out of hyperspace in The Catch with his fire team of seven others, they were to simply touch down in the city of Strako, get what intel possible on the overall threat while grabbing the 'politician' code-named 'Prime Asset' from site 'Black' and get out, along with any other civilians he was able to save while keeping to his original mission.

At first, it seemed simple enough, though now he and his small assault crew were in orbit that clearly wasn't the case. Seeming a crew of mercs or possibly bounty hunters had already arrived and were pushing to planetfall, they had attracted the attention of the planetary defense, and while it was no Hyper-velocity gun, the emplacements were an issue.

Vyn and his small crew of seven commandos had a geo-lock on 'black'. His pilot began the descent, for now, he'd use the cover from the assaulting secondary force as cover. If anything got close they could use the four canons on the catch as a close-in weapons system and counter artillery fire.

"Listen Up gentlemen. We don't have a battle strategy or make-up tactic for this, keep it simple. We land, gather intel along the route while we proceed to site black, and rescue 'Prime'. Do not under any circumstance engage in unprovoked combat unless pertinent to the safety of Prime and yourselves, if it comes down to the asset, one of us, or any civilians we find along the way, Prime takes priority. and I doubt this need be mentioned but the local military is not to be assisted." Hitting a button on the rim of his helmet, the Visor closed up and polarized, the other members of his team were ill-equipped at least in comparison with Vyn. his A-180 in the rifle configuration.

the ship would burn towards planetfall. Aiming specifically for the outskirts of the city, they'd cruise in on low power from there, at least if they hadn't been caught by then.

 

[Sisserith]

Location: War Camp, Strako - Loovria
Dialogue Legend: <"ur-Kittât"> │ “Galactic Basic”
Allies: TSN (Dakkanak Ruk Grotfang Kregdakka Skull'kullektah)
Enemies: Independent ( Rocho Vyn Daldoure )

“Annoying little Grots! We should just eat em’ all! Be better in our bellies than runnin’ around the camp!” The Savage Ologuren ranted, as the creature held a squirming Seseli in its huge, paw-like hand, before crushing the poor thing in its grasp with a sickening crunch of broken bones and a spray of pink-purple blood. “Oh, woops! Looks like I accidentally killed it! Hehehe, well, can’t let the flesh go to waste!” The monster said, before swallowing the now-dead Seseli whole, releasing a disgusting burp as the corpse went down its throat. “Hmm…turns out I got a taste for these things now, hmm…that one over there looks good…”

Sisserith didn’t realize that the hungry Ologuren meant her, until it was almost too late. By now, the Seseli were getting eaten by the hulking monsters of the Blood Iron Sunz that it was becoming routine for her to tune it out. Busy tinkering with her energy shield device, Sisserith glanced up to see the massive Ologuren towering over her diminutive form, a hungry glint in the Savage’s beady eyes as it reached down to pick her up…

Until suddenly, drawing her pistol in a flash of motion, she shot the monster in its hand.

Recoiling back, the monster unleashed a terrible roar of pain and anger as the supersonic projectile buried itself in his hand, a resistant hide saving him from further damage, which otherwise might have resulted in the Ologuren losing the hand entirely.

“You should choose your prey carefully.” Sisserith hissed, displaying a pristine row of sharp teeth in the process.

“And I choose you! You’ll make a fine meal to round out this snack!” The Ologuren replied, pointing to his belly. Then, pulling a massive axe from his back, the Savage charged the tiny Seseli, while an audience of Iron Sunz warriors gathered to watch.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Sisserith dumped a fifth of her pistol’s magazine into the Ologuren’s chest, but the monster was only slightly slowed down by the projectiles. Then, roaring with anger, he swung his axe, aiming to cleave through the tiny Seseli’s neck in a single, devastating blow. However, Sisserith was far too quick for the monster’s reflexes. The axe moved in what was essentially slow motion according to her perception, allowing her to dive forward with balletic ease, gracefully rolling through the legs of the Savage Ologuren in the process.

Just like that Sisserith was behind him, while the Ologuren could only swing at air.

Not a second later, the blade in her left gauntlet sprang free and was slashed across the Ologuren’s popliteal, the energized blade slicing through tendons, ligaments, and cartilage like a knife through butter. Losing his balance, the Ologuren cried out in pain as he collapsed onto his bad knee. However, Sisserith didn’t let him recover from the injury. With lethal athleticism, the tiny Sithspawn leapt onto his head and punched her blade into the pit of the Ologuren’s left shoulder, before finishing the monster with one, two, then three contact shots to his thickly-reinforced skull, howling with bloodlust as she did.

By the time the Ologuren’s face hit the ground, he was dead.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
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    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - L/R
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Breshig War Forge Consolidated LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
  
  • HE Ammunition
  • AP Ammunition
  • Bronzium FMJ Ammunition
• Bouncing Multi-Purpose Grenade (2) - Flash
• Bouncing Multi-Purpose Grenade (2) - Plasma
• Bouncing Multi-Purpose Grenade (2) - Sonic

 

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O P E R A T I O N_B L I N D-S A L V A T I O N
Objective | Suppress the Graug Infestation

FINAL DAWN
POV : COLONEL WILHELM , VICE ADMIRAL VARLO & DIRECTOR-ADMIRAL SEVENAR

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The Graug. They were a species of Sithspawn who once served Major Sith-led Galactic Powers such as the One Sith and the Sith Empire. Sith Lords such as Vulcanus , Carnifex and Prazutis once held dominion over them and perhaps still did although recent events at Loovria showed otherwise. The Planet had been viciously attacked by the Graug who had laid waste to the World with their leader , a certain Kregdakka Skull'kullektah having declared himself as King of Loovria. It was now certain that they might seek to expand to nearby worlds and this was unacceptable for the Final Dawn which despite their involvement in a Gungan Uprising at Naboo and a Mawite Skirmish with the Mandalorian Enclave at the Cloak of the Sith Nebula , had remained largely silent focusing their efforts on consolidating their already existing holdings at Kal'Shebbol , Utapau and Seswenna rather then seeking any further expansion across the Outer Rim to catch the attention of Local Jedi Organizations and the Rimward Trade League who already seemed to be distracted with the resurgence of the Knights of Ren and the rising Lux Astra Corporate Authority , both of whom were building up their own forces in the Region.

Colonel Viktor Wilhlem , the Commanding Officer of the Final Dawn Expeditionary Fleet in the Outer Rim simply called the FDEF-OR , had contacted Director-Admiral Dorian Sevenar in regards to this matter as the Final Dawn now took a great interest in the ongoing developments at Loovria considering it was only Two Jump points away from Eriadu , a Planet with Imperialist leanings whom the Final Dawn sought to bring under their sphere of influence via some sort of partnership or alliance. With this into consideration the Final Dawn now had a choice. To intervene and suppress this Graug Infestation , thus bringing attention to them as the Jedi and RTL would certainly intervene , or remain neutral and let the Jedi and RTL deal with this problem alone and establish a defensive strategy should the Graug move into the Seswenna Sector. This was the main focus of Colonel Wilhlem and Director-Admiral Sevenar as both men found themselves heavily questioning whether they should go with the first choice or the Second.

"This Graug Attack on Loovria is very worrying , Colonel and while it would be enough to warrant a Final Dawn Intervention , we have orders from the Grand Overseer himself to keep a low profile in the region to avoid getting the attention of Local Jedi Groups and the Rimward Trade League." Dorian Sevenar said. "Yes , but Loovria is only Two Sectors away from Eriadu. The Loss of Loovria could compromise Eriadu. That Planet is critical for the Grand Overseer's Plans in the Core Worlds and the Outer Rim" the Colonel argued. The Director-Admiral thought for a while after his subordinate spoke. He was right , the Final Dawn coudn't afford any chances with the Graug but they could not risk revealing their true strength in the Outer Rim to their possible enemies. As Sevenar thought of a possible solution the Colonel then spoke up. "What if we brought in the 6th Sector Fleet from the Kathol Sector? They are from the Concordat and i'm certain that neither the Jedi or the Rimward Trade League are aware of the fact that the Concordat is now merely a puppet of the Final Dawn at this point. We could move in at Loovria and execute our operation under the flag of the Imperial Concordat rather then that of the Final Dawn. That way we can continue building up our forces unnoticed and can secure Eriadu for the future talks" Wilhelm suggested.

Dorian Sevenar smiled in response. "This is a brilliant idea Colonel. I'll get Vice-Admiral Varlo on the line. Maybe he could deploy a few vessels to Loovria without compromising Kal'Shebbol itself." The Director-Admiral said. Within seconds a second hologram appeared in addition to the hologram of Dorian Sevenar. "Ah Acting-Chief of State Sevenar , how may i serve you?" the Vice-Admiral began formally addressing Sevenar by his title of Acting Chief of State of the Imperial Concordat rather then Director-Admiral of the Politorate. "Vice-Admiral Varlo. I have an assignment for you. But first have you ever heard of the Graug?" Sevenar asked getting straight to business. When the Vice-Admiral hesitated , the Director-Admiral looked at Colonel Wilhlem who proceeded to respond. "The Graug are a Species of Sithspawn known for their service to the One Sith and later the Sith Empire under the Sith Lords Darth Vulcanus , Carnifex and Prazutis. They have recently launched a brutal takeover of the Mid Rim World of Loovria , an attack that cannot go unanswered."

That was when Director-Admiral Sevenar stepped in. "Vice-Admiral. I will need you to deploy a Squadron of ships from the 6 Sector Fleet , no more then Half of the Sector Fleet though. I want you to lead our response to this Incursion to safeguard our assets. The Graug must be stopped through whatever means necessary" Sevenar ordered. "Yes sir. I shall depart immediately. It will take some time for us to reach Loovria due to the long distance but we'll manage. Is there anything else you require your excellency?" the Vice-Admiral said. "No , that would be all Vice-Admiral. I'll leave you to prepare for the operation." the Director-Admiral said before ending the transmission with Vice-Admiral Varlo. "Colonel?" Sevenar began. "Yes , Director-Admiral" Colonel Wilhem said in response. "Have Task Force Tyrannus on high alert. Should Vice-Admiral Varlo fail we must be prepared to face possible Graug Incursions on nearby worlds including Eriadu and Seswenna and deal with them accordingly. Understood?" the Director-Admiral said. "Yes sir. I will begin preparing the Fleet.". And with that the transmission ended between Dorian Sevenar and Colonel Wilhelm.

Sitting in his office within the Sanctum , Dorian Sevenar hoped that they could resolve this problem as quick as possible. Otherwise all of the Grand Overseer's plans for the region might be undone before they even began , compromising his larger plans for Operation Frozen Hand. Hopefully the Rimward Trade League and other Organizations would step in as that could make the Director-Admiral's job far more easier , but as of now there was no major response and the Graug we're left to continue their ramage on Loovria unharmed and the more time they gave the Graug to violently expand through Loovria , the more dangerous the Graug would become to the Final Dawn.

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Tags [Allies] | Rocho | Vyn Daldoure
Tags [Hostiles] | Dakkanak Ruk Grotfang | Kregdakka Skull'kullektah | Sisserith ​

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[Kregdakka Skull'kullektah]

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Problem on Loovria​

Location: Morag Arena, Strako​

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The Squatter-King of Loovria would sit upon the cracked throne, munching down into fresh corpses from the population that was captured. Kregdakka gave them a simple choice really, serve in slavery or be eaten. He didn't understand why he was allowing them to walk free if they choose slavery. But GRIMZZ had told him that they would no doubt rebel against graug rule and would cause his horde to get in more fighting. Kregdakka liked this idea and thought about while he watched the next line of prisoners come marching in from the underground tunnels. GRIMZZ had other ideas in mind, using the force labor to speed up the horde's production of weaponry and further cause the pollution of the world. Denying anyone the right to settle upon the planet as it was slowly twisted into graug like features. Resources were being drained at quick pace, hurling them into fires and forges all across the surface. Local populations were herded into cattle and driven into the dinner plates of the ologuren and graug warriors that made up the horde.​

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He looked down with his one good eye as the prisoners were now fully within view, chained together and roughed up from the treatment of the graug. Kregdakka simply laughed at their misfortune. Among the prisoners was one dubbed "Black" by the people that had arrived to save them. Although kregdakka didn't know of this fact, but he would enjoy forcing them into slavery or perhaps even being eaten to satisfy his hunger. While looking them over with his one good eye, the runner from the ordinance battery would approach him. After being let through by his elite bodyguard called the Ironclad.​

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"Bozz, we'ves got a problem. Enemies inbound." The runner said as the hulking behemoth looked over at him. "Day whut, call da lads and shoot'em down. If that fails fight'em in the streets when they land." Kregdakka replied back as the runner quickly scurried away to inform the ordinance crew of the orders from the Squatter-King of Loovria. His mood was quickly soured as he issued a war bellow to his men down below to start beating up the prisoners before him. In due time they would be nothing but a pool of blood and guts. GRIMZZ meanwhile was analyzing the entire planet by connecting through various mainframes of the still- intact communications relay. Liberators had arrived to see the graug invasion repulsed, but they would do well to recall why the graug are so dangerous in the first place. Fighting for the sake of fighting and never surrendering until there very last breath. ​

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"Kregdakka, others are trying to take your throne. Deal with them when the time comes." GRIMZZ told him within his cybernetic skull, as the graug-ologuren warlord would quickly understand that others were trying to take his throne. "Dis is my throne, and no one gonna take itzzz." Kregdakka replied back to his other half, getting up from his ivory throne within his makeshift throne room and peering down from the balcony. His 24'1 frame would appear like a shadow over the prisoners who were still being beaten to death.​

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Allies: Dakkanak Ruk Grotfang, Sisserith ​

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Enemies: CETCOM , Rocho , Vyn Daldoure ​

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[Dakkanak Ruk Grotfang]

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Problem on Loovria​

Location: Strako War Camp​

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Warchief Grotfang lowered his double bladed iron axe, after sending some of his forces into the city to clear out some local resistance den. He was confident in the warriors among his tribe, not only for their fighting spirit but their determination to fight any opponent. No matter how large or outnumbered they might be as the graug do not surrender. Strength was the only thing that mattered within the tribe and the warchief would make sure that those ologuren or graug that were weak were put to the axe and devoured by their comrades. ​

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The Supreme Khaan suffered no weaknesses within his army and as the second-in-command of the horde it was his responsibility to keep order among the ranks. Although such tasks of enforcing an army was left to his warlords underneath his command. Each one responsible for keeping order within a certain area of the camp. He looked over as a disturbance was heard from within the camp, an ologuren was messing with a seseli. Small though they were, they served as scouts and reconnaissance teams for the growing horde. Warchief Grotfang had a laugh as the ologuren was dispatched by the seseli without much effort. Something was different about them and the warchief would investigate. Jumping down from the rock that he currently was viewing the army on, he would touch down on the ground. Holding his war axe on his shoulder as he appeared near them.​

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"Heyzzz, what are you doing. Imp." Warchief Grotfang asked, towering over them with his 10 ft tall frame. Armor covered everything to make sure that he was well protected from enemies. Looking down at them for an explanation as to why they are killing an ologuren. "If you are done playing around, wezz got a target that needs to be disposed off. One of dem hoomies are holding up in a small establishment within the city. Take em out." Warchief Grotfang added further, after hearing the imps explanation. Handing them a crudely drawn map of the city with simply a big giant X over the target area. ​

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Allies: Kregdakka Skull'kullektah Sisserith

Enemies: Rocho Vyn Daldoure CETCOM

 

[Rocho]

Tags:
Allies (maybe CETCOM Vyn Daldoure
Enemies: Dakkanak Ruk Grotfang Kregdakka Skull'kullektah Pillar of Defiance Sisserith
Objective: Get kills, get points.

He could feel the surprise one of the crew had when the first bolt exited the atmosphere, quickly the Robber's Crown began to get out of the way of fire. It was incredibly well armored so it could survive somewhat but they weren't going to stick around, it was too big a target for that. They'd not detected any other space forces, so they'd just go for the ground forces. Rocho piloted the-challenger out of its hanger, a much smaller and faster target that would make hitting it with their AA batteries a great deal more difficult, even without Rocho piloting it.

The trandoshan swerved the ship neatly and efficiently towards the ground, locating the best place for him to land that would give him time to leave. Fortunate that he'd brought the other pilot with him, that way he could also leave without too much difficulty. The ride down went mostly unimpeded and he turned over controls to Nod, leaving the heklerkok-amr-1-anti-materiel-rifle on board. He'd get close instead, it was more effective for killing, but it also was best suited for working with armies. And was too easy. Instead of landing, he leapt out of the ship towards the city using the force to cushion his landing onto one of the taller buildings before Nod flew off to find somewhere safe, only to come back if contacted.

He wanted their attention and he was going to make sure he got it. He raised the Tempest and quickly aimed it at the first group of Graug he saw, unleashing a volley of thermal detonators, he'd stay his ground, force them to either run, or come to him. If they ran, then he'd re-evaluate and relocate. If they came to him, well then he'd get to use The Beast.


Equipment:
heklerkok-tdl-1-tempest (strapped to his back, extra ammunition on straps.)
PS-1 Particle Shotgun at his side with extra ammunition on belt and legs
t-7-vibro-brace (left arm.)
g-11-shield-gauntlet (right arm)
Hekler'Kok LA-2 Light Armor (Isn't wearing shoes, helmet, or gloves.)
The Beast: (at side)

 

[Pillar of Defiance]

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Return of the Old Menace, Problem on Loovria​

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The runner came back from the Squatter-King with orders to fight and fight some more. The ordinance captain simply smiled and told the battery operators to carry on firing their guns until the enemy withdrew from the fight. As the ship withdrew from the fight another ship had exited out of the hangers. The batteries would once again fire their ammunition at the vessel. Although they missed the vessel alot considering that the AA Batteries were designed to deal with larger vessels and not exactly small units. ​

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A small graug patrol would be assaulted by the trandoshan that landed. Graug never ran from a fight even when the odds were against them, charging forward after issuing their war bellows. Wielding mostly vibro weaponry that was looted from the city gladiatorial arenas. Graug strength easily matched the strength of a full grown wookiee and they would be quite effective in close-quarter combat. Not to mention there tough hides which allowed them to survive from the dangerous predators from their homeworld. Defeating them would take time, and no doubt attract the attention of more graug. Swelling the numbers of the horde. ​

Rocho

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

Location: Loovria

Tags:
Allies; Rocho | CETCOM
Opposition; Dakkanak Ruk Grotfang | Sisserith Kregdakka Skull'kullektah | Pillar of Defiance

Equipment​

"Boss! The AA isn't discriminating, but luckily we're on a pretty direct path to the planet. Were almost below the effective altitude of fire, I'll keep us that way and then place down at Zero-Five-Nine and you can proceed from there," The pilot started leveling out once they'd passed the effective range of fire, However, every member of the mission realized that getting out was going to be a much harder endeavor.

Vyn patted his Pilot's shoulder. Walking through the ship and waiting at the exit ramp, they'd come to a stop the ship bay doors opened and Vyn lept from the back of the AEG-77 the Movement Rig slowing his descent down to the ground floor of the city, once on solid ground Vyn spun completely around clearing the area, it seemed they were either in an unoccu[pied zone or caught a lucky break in any forces.

Inspecting the area, what Vyn saw was a sight that made the Byrn seem civil, people pulled apart and squashed like fruit under a shoe. This wasn't good, The Bryn were treated lightly at first, and the scourge they'd turned into was like a scar on the galaxy, maybe they would get involved. For now, his attention returned to the small assault group that disembarked behind him and their current mission to save Prime.

"you three with me, We're going to head to the center of town, I have a feeling that with carnage like this our mission was unable to stay on black site."
on his hud, a cloaked satellite they'd left in orbit provided a real-time map. forces gathered in what looked like one of the colosseums. this would be harder than expected. "You four, keep on your way to site black, hopefully, I'm wrong about where our politician has ended up. Catch pull out of the city and wait in the outskirts at this location. Yes, I'm aware this will delay the evacuation, but at least we can make sure there is one."

They were cautious and tactical, and after several minutes of walking, they'd stopped in an alley between two houses. Something was off, Vyn was about to switch over to thermal vision and looked to his left. A hulking Graug smashed through the crumbling wall like a main battle tank, picking up one of his team members, and bringing him down with force, flattening them against the floor.

Vyn and his men raised their rifles and let a concentrated volley of fire loose against its head and torse, after a few seconds it'd dropped, they turned to a second one running in their direction, a quick biometric scan from Vyn followed. "Legs." His team shifted their fire, the creature might not die but that'd keep it still. Vyn shot into the air and came down atop the creature sending a mind-bending blow into the back of its head, the iridonian planted a full thermal detonator on the nape of its neck. The jump pack engaged again, him and his men gaining some distance before hitting the ignition. a boom they sent red mist and gray matter across the alley.

"Chit... there's a whole army of these fethers?" This wasn't good. Vyn and his men might be able to contend but they'd need backup. "Team two fall back to me, we'll move together." No one responded, his medic then checked a wrist band and shook his head "Their vitals are gone boss man." It was going to be one of those days. The explosion was sure to draw attention. including him, there were three people left. "C'mon, we'll check the colosseum for our guy, this has just turned into an asset destruction mission." moving cautiously, Vyn modulated his blaster rifle into the Ion launcher configuration and the now significantly smaller crew kept on their path.

 

[Sisserith]

Location: War Camp, Strako - Loovria
Dialogue Legend: <"ur-Kittât"> │ “Galactic Basic”
Allies: TSN (Dakkanak Ruk Grotfang Kregdakka Skull'kullektah)
Enemies: Independent ( Rocho Vyn Daldoure ) │ FD ( CETCOM )

The Warchief had seen the kill.

That was good for her and perhaps, good for the other Seseli in her warband. Perhaps, the Ologuren or Graug would think twice before attempting to make a meal out of the Seseli, thereby cutting the flow of losses to the Glass Dagger’s ranks. Unfortunately, without their Spawn Queen, they had no mechanism by which to reproduce. Until they could find a way to link up with her, a difficult, if not impossible task since she was in another galaxy, they were essentially wasps without their hive. Still deadly, but attrition would inevitably thin their numbers out to the point that they would no longer be a tribe.

Eventually, it might kill them all.

“Warchief!” She gave the towering Graug a salute, acknowledging his rank in the process. Quickly explaining how the Ologuren had attempted to make her a meal and how she had killed him in self-defense, which the Warchief deemed acceptable, Sisserith took the offered map and looked it over. Then, nodding in understanding, the tiny Sithspawn folded the paper into her bag and picked up her energy shield device. The advantage the Seseli had over the Ologuren and the Graug, was not only their speed, but also their intelligence and ability to act independently. It made them ideal scouts and runners, where the larger Ologuren or Graug often performed poorly in that role. However, they also served in the capacity of skirmishers, intended to inflict deadly hit-and-fade strikes on the enemy, while the monstrous Graug and Ologuren held the line. In doing so, they could disrupt opposing lines and assassinate commanders, demoralizing the enemy and ultimately, making them easier to kill later on, if they failed to do so out right.

Sisserith intended to do exactly that.

“Yes, Warchief!” The Sithspawn answered. In slaying the hungry Graug, she had proven her strength. Now, she needed to prove her value. “I will not fail in this objective.” She finished.

Almost in a blur, she was off, sprinting towards the location of the holdout with inhuman velocity, propelled by semi-digitigrade legs that could carry her at the speeds of a typical groundcar.

Speed and bloodlust went hand in hand and already, the tiny Sithspawn could feel the latter rising to the fore.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - L/R
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Breshig War Forge Consolidated LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
  
  • HE Ammunition
  • AP Ammunition
  • Bronzium FMJ Ammunition
• Bouncing Multi-Purpose Grenade (2) - Flash
• Bouncing Multi-Purpose Grenade (2) - Plasma
• Bouncing Multi-Purpose Grenade (2) - Sonic

 

[Kregdakka Skull'kullektah]

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The Problem on Loovria​

Location: Morag Arena, Strako​

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Morag Arena would be a towering colosseum to those that approached it, certainly the largest of them across the planet. Formerly owned by some wealthy merchant until the graug khaan threw him down into the dirt to be eaten by the ologuren part of his army. He took it upon himself to call it his Palace of Loot in the meantime, declaring himself king of loovria soon afterwards. The Arena was then fortified by the graug army as they took it over, heavy armor plating was strapped to the front entrance, behind it would be wooden stakes driven into the ground to prevent anyone from simply hopping over the gate. Graug Warriors were sent to guard the entrance from any intruders, having an outpost just behind the wooden stakes were they could monitor for signs of trouble. ​

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The sand floor of the arena was left alone for the most part, with mostly graug camps within to fill up the space. Captains would also be patrolling around to make sure the graug and ologuren forces got along. Underneath the watchful eye of both GRIMZZ and Kregdakka. The seats of the arena had been filled with ologuren and graug warriors and shooters, which had all kinds of ranged weaponry. Keeping them in tact would be the Mechnoids of the Bloody Iron Sunzs. Mechanic's and engineers keeping the war-machine of the graug rolling. Getting past them would require effort until one made there way to the game-masters booth to which the ivory throne of kregdakka resided. Protected by the Ironclad, his personal bodyguard regiment of graug with heavy weaponry and armor to make them a formidable foe. ​

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Those prisoners he had before him were dead now save for a single purpose dubbed "Black" having survived the brutal torture of the graug. Kregdakka was impressed and decided to bring him up into his throne room to have a little chat. Although the real reason for this was that GRIMZZ wanted to interrogate the person for information. Kregdakka looked over as the man was brought before him, being smacked in the back by a graug which sent them stumbling forward. Kregdakka grabbed the man by his shirt and hosted him over the balcony where his throne was upon. Dangling him there until they reveal everything.​

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"Yous gotz some information, I want it..." Kregdakka said, swinging him around a bit within the open air. "Black" was intimidated for sure, but otherwise kept his composure. "I'll never tell you monster.." "Black" responded back, spitting in the face of the graug-ologuren hybrid warlord. Kregdakka was enraged and about to let him loose to fall to his death but GRIMZZ had other plans. "Keep him alive for now, Kregdakka. I pick up something on my radars coming this way. Although they are fuzzy enough for me not to get a clear picture." GRIMZZ said to the warlord, who promptly withdrew his hand from the balcony and hurled the man into his throne room. ​

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Vyn Daldoure ​

 

[Rocho]

Tags:
Allies (maybe) CETCOM Vyn Daldoure
Enemies: Dakkanak Ruk Grotfang Kregdakka Skull'kullektah Pillar of Defiance Sisserith
Objective: Get kills, get points.
Focus: Pillar of Defiance

Even unenhanced, Rocho was a match for the wookies, he was unusually strong for a trandoshan. But once he used the force to strengthen himself he rivaled beasts far out of his weight class. These creatures would be worth the effort. However, how much could their hide really hold up. He sent several more thermal detonators towards them before they could close in before switching to The Beast. A lightsaber axe, it had more weight than a typical lightsaber but all the cutting power, which meant it was every so much harder to stop. And in the hands of an enhanced Rocho Krul, there was often little difference between a block or a standing target. Even a properly defended weapon he liked to hit, simply to break them under the sheer power of a strike.

He roared as he charged moving swiftly into the hoard as he wielded the weapon, fast as any Jedi could hope, and just as agile. He'd test just how durable their vibro-blades, their wrists, and their shells were against his blade. And failing that, there was always the force. He preferred to only enhance himself, the one to one fights were his ways. But in numbers like this sometimes you could only give yourself so many handicaps.

Equipment:
heklerkok-tdl-1-tempest (strapped to his back, extra ammunition on straps.)
PS-1 Particle Shotgun at his side with extra ammunition on belt and legs
t-7-vibro-brace (left arm.)
g-11-shield-gauntlet (right arm)
Hekler'Kok LA-2 Light Armor (Isn't wearing shoes, helmet, or gloves.)
The Beast: (at side)

 

[Laertia Io]

POV: Isacc, a Model 1

Armaments: Multi-Damage DMR, Type 1

S5A Rifle

Dauntless Blade

With: Chaplain Nuetralizer Model 1 (14)

Medical Nuetralizer Model 1 (14)

Objective: Boogie with the Locals


Earlier...

Isacc, among the oldest of the Model 1 Nuetralizer Units, had been roaming on mercenary details for the past few months.

It had been a fascinating experience, seeing the Galaxy outside the confines of Battle. He had spared an opponent for the first time ever, even. A minor Stormtrooper, nothing special.

The Model 1, his Skeletal Steel face covered by three green stripes signifying his status as one of the longest surviving Model 1 units, stepped off of his Consinga Class Corvette, wrapped in a tattered, Dark Blue Cloak, which billowed overly dramatically in the fierce, polluted gusts of wind. He was only the first arrival, the equivalent of an advanced scout doubling as a Special Forces Advisor to the Local Resistance. With him were his Organic Sisters, also specialized. They would be helping across the city in other tasks. House Io would be on its way soon, The Nuetralizers getting that old fashioned hankering for Freshly Squeezed Genocide where the Olugaren and Graug were concerned. His brothers had been positively ecstatic at the prospect of shooting a tough enemy back into the Pre Hyperdrive Age.

The Chaplains, clad in Dark Blue Kimonos of Armorweave, armed with Vibro-Katanas, and Sonic Disruptor Rifles, and the Medical Nuetralizers, clad in strange, out of place silvery armorweave gowns carrying Life Support Kits.

Out of desperation, with The Final Dawn showing an interest and no other help of real note coming, as well as taking into account the savagery of the invading enemy, the Resistance had decided to hit the Crazy-Psycho-Ass-Darth-Xiphos button, hence, his and his sisters presence.

Isacc had gone on alone, sending the rest to problem areas in the city while he went to a Resistance hideout where fighting was getting thick.

Greeted by the sight of Graug and Olugaren butchering Human defenders like cattle in the burning remains of what looked like an upscale residential area, Isacc strode forward boldly, armed with an S5A Rifle. Two of the Olugaren stopped butchering a human long enough to take notice.

"HEYYY! Funni lookin' metall mann!" one of them bellowed, charging with a vibro axe. "I bet I canz digest yoo!"

Isacc looked, chuckled as he saw the charging Warrior.

He fired several well aimed shoots, blasting off an arm and a limb. The damn thing only roared and then hopped on one leg towards him. Isacc rapidly blasted off his head.

"I don't think that was a scratch..." The murderous Droid mused as more and more charged.

Isacc threw off his coat like it was an epic tracking shot in an anime cutscene.

Then Isacc fired every weapon on his chassis.

In seconds, through clever use of controlled bursts, several more Olugaren lay dead, in eternal forced worship of him and his deeds. He walked up to a terrified human man, hiding behind a dumpster, who went even paler when he saw Isacc.

"Hey, there, Champ! Don't suppose you could direct me to the human hideout..." Isacc asked.

The man nervously pointed one way and ran for his life.

Isacc chuckled, moving to where he would unintentionally encounter Sisserith .

"What a helpful chap." Isacc mused as he headed to a showdown...

 

[Pillar of Defiance]

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Problem on Loovria​

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The Graug Patrol would be on its way when the trandoshan threw his thermal detonators into them, and it would seem that the explosion killed them. But the sound of a war bellow would indicate otherwise as the smoke cleared to show that only 2 graug had actually died. There were 11 left within the patrol as they moved forward when the trandoshan drew his axe. Normally graug weren't intelligent but underneath the collective energies of a horde. They could plan, two of them move forward wielding heavy vibromaces. The hypersonic generators within them could hold off a lightsaber for a short while but more than enough to bash the trandoshan in the head. They swung the heavy vibromaces with two hands at the trandoshan, using their own strength and the heaviness of the vibromace for extra power. ​

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While the two graug would swing first, the 9 left would circle around the trandoshan. Rushing in as well in an attempt to overwhelm him with shere numbers. Even if this act failed the fighting noise would no doubt attract the attention of more graug. More graug meant more energies into the horde and overall raising the fighting prowess of the graug. Making them harder to defeat.​

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Rocho ​

 

[Sisserith]

Location: Outpost, Strako - Loovria
Dialogue Legend: <"ur-Kittât"> │ “Galactic Basic”
Allies: TSN (Dakkanak Ruk Grotfang Kregdakka Skull'kullektah)
Enemies: Independent ( Rocho Vyn Daldoure ) │ FD ( CETCOM ) │ HI ( Laertia Io )
Direct Engagement: Laertia Io

“Kill da humanz!”

The Iron Sunz charged the human holdouts around the main outpost with all the fury and reckless confidence one could expect out of such massive, powerful creatures. Wielding axes, heavy blasters, primitive heavy slugthrowers, and other types of upsized weaponry, the humans were nearly outmatched by the warriors, saved only by their defensive positions and sheer will to resist, knowing that the Iron Sunz would either execute them outright or work them to death in a polluted mine. There were also those who had their families in the outpost, holding out hope that someone would come to evacuate them before they were overrun.

With every second, that hope grew more faint. Nevertheless, the defenders fought on, leveraging their superior intelligence to funnel the Ologuren and Graug warriors into kill zones and devastating enfilade positions, forcing many squads to hunker behind cover to avoid being mowed down.

However, the defenders’ heavy blaster nests had certain vulnerabilities that were ripe for exploitation by the lightning-fast Seseli of the Glass Daggers.

Moving along the flanks of the outpost, Sisserith, along with a few other Seseli, sprinted from cover to cover, careful to stay out of sight as they maneuvered around the defenders’ positions. Then, striking from poorly-guarded flanks, they emerged from the smoke like a pack of feline predators, bloodthirst and mischief evident in their luminescent gazes. A devilish grin borne across her pale features, Sisserith fired a salvo of slugs into the backs of two members of an E-Web crew, before finishing off the third with a brutal slash through his jugular, blood spraying out from his neck as he collapsed to the ground. With that, the pinned-down warriors made a breakthrough on one front, getting closer to their goal of storming the outpost as they butchered the human defenders in that particular position.

Gunning down a pair of soldiers who had attempted to retreat back towards the outpost, Sisserith growled as she watched the monstrous Graug and Ologuren finish off the remaining defenders in the area. However, not wanting to stay idle for long, she quickly reloaded her pistol, slamming a fresh magazine inside with a click, before running off to flank the next defensive position.

Halfway there, the tiny Sithspawn came to a halt before slinking into concealment behind a nearby bush, her eyes going wide they took in a skeletal war droid unlike anything she had ever seen. It stalked the battlefield with a lethal, synthetic grace, a deadly intent in its photoreceptors that spoke of both madness and murder.

Immediately, Sisserith decided that she would kill it.

From a little over thirty meters away, Sisserith made her move. Pulling a bouncing flash grenade from her belt, the Sithspawn set the switch to two bounces, before throwing the grenade towards the droid, from its left flank. The explosive would bounce off the ground like a toy ball, once, then twice, going off not a split-second after the second bounce to cover the area in a deafening explosion of light and noise. By the time the grenade went off, Sisserith was primed to attack. Leaning out from the bush, she squeezed off a trio of high-explosive slugs from her pistol, each aimed to strike the hopefully-stunned Nuetralizer in the chest...

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - L/R
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Breshig War Forge Consolidated LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
  
  • HE Ammunition
  • AP Ammunition
  • Bronzium FMJ Ammunition
• Bouncing Multi-Purpose Grenade - Flash
• Bouncing Multi-Purpose Grenade (2) - Plasma
• Bouncing Multi-Purpose Grenade (2) - Sonic

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

Location: Loovria

Tags:
Allies; Rocho | CETCOM | Laertia Io
Opposition; Dakkanak Ruk Grotfang | Sisserith | Kregdakka Skull'kullektah

Equipment

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Making it to the outskirts of the colosseum, the team turned a corner but the satellite footage didn't do it justice. It was a massive, surrounded, pre-built fortress. Before they could make another move more Graug and an Olugaren Spotted them and began charging the team. They began to back peddle and spray blaster fire, Vyn charging the shot on his Ion canon, the bolt released turning one of the Graug Into paste. the concentrated fire from his other two team members dropped the other.

Vyn slung his rifle in exchange for his Vibro-Knife, sprinting off at full speed, the added thrust of the J.A.M.R launching him forward, into the Olugaren. Deflecting his opponent's blade with his own and using his forward momentum to then plunge his Knife into its eye socket and rode its body to the ground. Vyn's team turned to secure the area while he raised his hand up sending a concentrated stream of electricity from the Equal Handshake into the Last Graug, which after a moment left it a convulsing corpse.

"Alright ideas?"Fighting was breaking out sporadically in the rest of the city, and Vyn wasn't even sure they could get in. At this point, it would have been better to drop a proton torpedo and be done with it. One of his team members looked to the Iridonian with concern."Well, from what it looked like the main entrance is a no-go. We can cover you while ya scale the wall and If our target is there. Make sure he can't talk." The medic made a good point, they'd still need to walk around the colosseum to hit the main entrance, and it's not like the person they were after was important, he just had some information they couldn't let get off the planet.

Vyn thought he'd left that life behind, but if he actually wanted to help the outer rim then he knew it wasn't behind him entirely, after all, what good was a weapon if it wasn't used.

"Fine." He reconfigured his A-180 into the sniper mod, looking to the nearby rooftop. Vyn took a few steps back, before taking off into a dead sprint he jumped up, and with the assisted thrust from the Movement Rig, he landed on the rooftop. Slinging his rifle, he pulled out his Vibro blade looking at the colosseum wall. From here he shot off the roof and latched onto the wall jamming his blade into it as an anchor. He'd climb the rest of the way.

The other two had climbed to the roof and were making sure no one could see him, though their plan didn't last long, A Graug climbed up unexpectedly, though he was shot dead by the two, it hadn't mattered. Behind them stood an Olugaren bringing down his blade it nearly cleaved one of them clear in half, the other member fought with it, struggling for control, after a couple of minutes of a losing hand-to-hand battle, the other member caught a lucky opening, ramming his rife forward into the creature's mouth he pulled the trigger.

Vyn had gotten to the top of the wall in time to watch the creature lose its head. Vyn latching rope to the wall for the two to climb up. Raising his sniper now looking down into the colosseum through his scope. He taught a glimpse of their target in a booth. "Fething fantastic-" A colosseum of Graug was between him and the room his target resided in. looks like they'd take the long road.

Once his crew was up there, little time remained to do anything, they began firing into the stands to clear out the ranged fighters.