Invasion [SJO vs TSE] Operation Silversaber: Silver Jedi Invasion of the Mirial Hex

[RC 212]

Location: Mirial- The Capitol Building
Objective: Cause hell
Gear: Katarn Armor, Twin Verpine Shatter Guns, LJ-50 concussion Rifle, Sawed off Shotgun W/Cortosis shells, Jetpack, DC-17 W all attachments handy. One tub of peanut butter, one tub of jelly, one loaf of bread. Force Breaker Grenades, A lot

Oh and a Rancor....

Main Enemy: [member="Darth Carnifex"]

Secondary Enemies: [member="Vaylin"] [member="Vitor Avendahl"] [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Aria Vale"] (Wow that's a lot. Rethinking this....)

Allies so far: [member="Valkren Calderon"]

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With force breaker gas flooding out the floor and a dozen or so grenades left it was safe to sya that force antic were off the table. RC felt cocky, a little over confident as suddenly he saw flash of fur from his left. A strange creature lunged, and a grin split his old clone face under his helmet.

"Left buddy! Swat!"

The voice ground like stone from his vocabulator and the rancor swatted towards the wolf as he turned and fired at the pair, letting a blast of concussion energy clap from the rifle, hopefully right in their face. Just to be sure he followed up by activating his wrist flamer and sending a gout of flame at the two, gushing it left to right and all around, immolating the room.

"Feth I'll call you Dark Lord Wolfenstein. It's a barbecue for you then."

His bum puckered a bit. This was getting tense.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Capitol building, Mirial
Objective: Pass judgment onto the unworthy
Allies: TSE and its allies | [member="Aria Vale"], [member="Vaylin"], [member='Darth Carnifex'], [member="Lord Depravious"], [member="Lyra Naerys"], [member="Sal Zambrano"], [member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Vitor Avendahl"], [member="Darth Saarai"]
Enemies: SJO and its allies | [member="Jairdain"], [member="RC 212"]
Gear: Mirari, Cruentis Cor, Valkyries founders' armor

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Lightsabers ignited all around her as the group went towards the roof where the rancor had been dropped in. Darth Avacyn herself would not directly follow them however, despite moving out herself. "I will make sure nobody else gets in, go and deal with the rancor. Let's move!" Without hesitation the woman made her way towards the main hall. The scene that was unfolding however put a halt to her advance.

The rancor had made its way to the ground floor.

The Sith Lady immediately spotted the man who accompanied the beast, but that was not what was of her concern. The grenades he had thrown however were. Three grenades were lobbed and smoke started filling the room, but she had no intention of letting it get anywhere close to her or her allies. No, he would be in for a nasty surprise.

It started with a slight, single gust of wind. Avacyn's eyes flared up as she gathered the Force around her and channeled it, grasping that one gust of wind and opening it up to her. In a burst of power she channeled her will into it, and her will was clear. Pushing her arms forward a powerful stream of wind kicked up that knocked over ornaments and even larger pieces of furniture, but that wasn't the reason she had called upon her Wind Shaping in the first place.

The effect that was intended however was the fact the gas got blown back with the windstream, carrying it away from the group of Sith and into the direction of the man who had thrown the grenades in the first place. "The gas is gone, go!"

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Location: Mirial, Drop Zone Over Capital City
Objective: Get to the Landing Zone
Allies: SJO, RA [member="Cathbodua"]
Opposition: Sith

The Beorni wished Master [member="Stephanie Swail"] and [member="Cathbodua"] well as the three disappeared into their separate drop ships.

With him were a squad of Antarian Rangers and a GH-7 medical analysis unit, along with whatever supplies and equipment they could bear on their own backs. With the Beorni's large frame, it was a little more cramped inside the capsule than would have otherwise been the case.

Within the drop ship, the bear worked to center his mind. Sith intercepters were approaching, testing the fighter screen that accompanied the Silver Jedi assault upon the planet below. The tension inside the drop was palpable, but all of that was circumstances beyond their control. Kiriko put his trust in the Force. And what would be, would be.

The ride was far from smooth. The ship jostled as atmospheric turbulence and cross-fire from the aerial fight tested the ray shielding.

Then it had ended. A hard landing, after which the doors had slid open as the Antarian Rangers began jumping out. Shouldering a load that included a mobile generator, the large Beorni followed shortly after. Peering at the existing structures around the landing zone, Beorni keyed in on one that might have been a warehouse. "There," the bear remarked, with a nod toward the building. "We'll make our camp there."

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Mirial - Capitol Building
Objective: Oversee the Restoration Effort | Repel the Trespassers & Kill a Rancor
Allies: The Sith Empire - [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Lord Depravious"] | [member="Sal Zambrano"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi & Allies - [member="RC 212"]
Equipment: [SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE]2x Sith Lightsabers | Armour | Oculus

The Zabrak had been following behind Aria and Kaalia, ushered on by the orders of her superiors amongst the Valkyries. They had been ahead of Kaine and the others, but Vaylin turned her head when she heard the sounds of someone running to presumably catch up.

What she hadn't expected was Sal Zambrano.

Vaylin remained moving, but kept looking back as the man shed his cloak and armour, allowing for his entire body to shift into something completely a different. A massive wolf that was capable of standing on two legs.

Since when had the Empire become a zoo? A peacock, raptors, now mice and a werewolf...

The Zabrak shook the thought away, focusing on the task at hand and returning her attention forwards. Although she did spare a glance at Aria, wondering what her master was thinking about the sudden beast that had transformed behind them.

Well, that was until she suddenly felt something; a snout, suddenly sweep underneath her legs and flip her over. Vaylin had to quickly gain her bearings and grabbed ahold of Sal's fur to stop herself from falling off. Although the move had been accurate enough that she landed squarely on his back.

Vaylin looked towards Aria, gave the woman a partial shrug before the duo tore off ahead towards their target. The smoke was leaking out of the room RC was already in, giving Vaylin enough of a heads up, allowing her to reach down to her belt and quickly attach a rebreather to her mouth. Then the Werewolf and Valkyrie duo made their initial lunge.

It was stopped by RC's rancor attempting to swat at them, forcing Sal to divert his attack and dodge it. Vaylin focused on the Force, pulling it to her hands and with an extra little flair clapped them together forming a barrier as the concussion blast came towards them. The impact of it striking the shield; collapsing it and nearly sending the Zabrak backwards and off the wolf. But she managed to maintain her grip as Sarlow moved to try and avoid RC's flames.

That was when Kaalia made her entry, using her Wind Shaping to disperse the Force Breaker gas, and subsequently the fire he had spilled out across the room. With the added distraction; alongside the others finally showing up behind them, Vaylin patted Sal on the shoulder, hoping it would grab the beastman's attention.

"I'm gonna need you to toss me, think you can do that?" At first she wasn't entirely sure if the Zambrano could understand her while in this form, but he seemed to have as he quickly dashed to the opposite side of the room, waiting for RC's attention to be focused on someone else, before lunging back towards the rancor again. Although instead of trying to directly attack, Vaylin was hurled off his back and sent flying towards RC specifically.

She came in from slightly behind RC, angling to tackle him from the side. Her shoulder was going to hurt like hell after this but she was going to shoulder bash the soldier right off his little pet.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Mirial's Capitol Building
Objectives: Oversee the Restoration Effort / Repel the Trespassers
Allies: TSE | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Lord Depravious"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Sal Zambrano"]
Enemies: SJO | The Light | [member="RC 212"]
Equipment:

• Sith Armor
  Talisman of Heart and Soul

[*]Shuk'orok
[*]Sith Lightsabers
[*]Scepter of Power

The battle had been joined.

How unfortuitous for the Rancor's rider that he had opted to attack a building so heavily infested with Lords of the Sith. The Valkyries sprung into action immediately, following the Dark Lord into the thick of danger as the building crumbled and burned around them.

The beast's rampaging nature and armor plating made it difficult to get in close, and so long as he continued to live the building structural integrity would continue to degrade until it came crashing down around them.

So they had to circumvent that inevitability.

His allies managed to mitigate much of the dangers posed by the deranged rider, which gave Carnifex the opening he needed to get in close for a rather unorthodox attack. He switched hands and held his lightsaber in his left, reaching into his cloak with his right to produce a massive snake-like creature that had previously been coiled around his midsection like a sash. At an unspoken command the beast hardened into a spear which the Dark Lord hefted up over his shoulder as he lined up his shot.

He just had to wait for the perfect moment... There!

The beast roared, as it had been doing often since it was released from its cage, and at that moment Carnifex flung his living spear towards the Rancor's toothy maw. If the outside had proved too difficult to pierce, then you attack your foe from the inside.

And a Rancor's insides were undoubtedly soft.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Mirial
Objective: Deal with the party crashers
Allies: The Sith [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Enemies: The Jedi [member="Lina Renning"] [member="Madeline Roux"] @any other Jedi near the outskirts of the city

Equipment: Mask Lightsaber

"My Lady!"

She glanced at the captain of her extermination squad. He looked worried as he was coming off his comlink. Whatever he had just been told was only likely to darken her mood even further, and when she got ahold of any of the Jedi or soldiers in this invasion... well woe be unto them.

"What is it, Captain?" she asked irritably.

"Some of the enemy drop pods have damaged one of our barricades... we have a swarm coming this way."

She froze in place for a moment, her eyes smoldering an even deadlier shade of yellow. The Jedi had to attack while they were still cleaning up the Force forsaken zombies, they just had to show that they could strike against something. A deep breath, yes. Contain that anger inside, let it fuel you. She could the small dark signatures that represented the zombies moving towards the city, hundreds of them drawn by the sounds of battle that were filling the area. She could also feel her allies moving out, intent on protecting the lab and joining her in dealing with the Jedi.

"Take the squad, make sure the citizens stay inside at all costs," she ordered. "If you see any breaches, seal them at once. Destroy any Jedi soldier or zombie you see, disintegrate the bodies."

A salute, and the man was moving off with his men. She doubted twenty troopers would be enough, but they might slow or divert the horde against the Jedi forces. With a barely contained snarl, she turned on her heel and started hunting for any enemies nearby. Using the Force, she projected her voice out to any Jedi that were in the area.

"Come out, come out, little Jedi," she called. "There's no use in hiding. The longer you hide, the more... unpleasant it will be for you."

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Location: Mirial, Landing Craft
Objective: Clearing out the landing zone
Allies: SJ, [member="Arisa Yune"]
Enemies: Sith [member="Alkor Centaris"]

As he mulled over the attack plan in his head and what they could expect, a surprise message came across both his comms and the soldiers who were with him. Class four biological threats? Some kinda sith spawn or something then? "Roger that Kusanagi, we are prepped and ready." The troopers would pass out amongst themselves the mentioned CBRN kits, with Dusaro nabbing one for himself just in case.

Several moments later, they started to enter the atmo, EWAR missiles leaving their tubes with a sound that they could hear even within the hangar and inside the LAAT gunship. It was downright inspiring, bringing a bit of a grin to his face as the ship rocked from the frigate ceasing movement and the bay doors opening. "Alright, here we go! Get ready for a rough n tough landing! First people out of the dropships secure our rear, everyone else goes forward!" He shouted as the LAAT started to lift off. Twelve LAAT's carrying a total of three hundred ground troops along with equipment for the Mirilan Rebels that would be joining their ranks.

Dusaro and the twelve LAAT's would begin flying through the smoke from the EWAR missiles, obscured both from sensors and sights while they quickly descended to the surface. The ECM drones that gave them a additional layer of security was just another layer on the sensor concealment to mask their entry, making it difficult for the interceptors sent after them to locate them in time during the landing operation. Not impossible, but between both all that and the fighters that were being deployed with the LAATS to help cover their landing it would prove difficult. Though a few would doubtlessly take some damage it would likely be light. Though while grounded they might become easier targets, if one felt like risking it with the fighter support they had deployed.

Meanwhile n Dusaro's LAAT, the craft shook from as they burned hard to land ASAP. He went ahead and unholsterd a shattergun into his left hand as the LAAT made its landing. It was hard and fast, concrete from the ground under them grinding as the doors slid back and the SJ/Regulars quickly filed out followed by the Ranger Scouts and Snipers, with the medics, mortar troops and PLEX carriers in the middle. Deployed over a relatively large area to cover a lot of ground, the three hundred troops would engage any and all Sith troopers with extreme force. Thanks to a order that had been given out by the sith before, their patrols were more sizable then would normally be expected, though Dusaro made the assumption that this was thanks to the local sith spawn critters that were in the area. Even so Dusaro would push forward with force, both him and his troops taking care to not harm any civilians or local building. They were not here to pillage and destroy after all.

Spoiler: Equipment

3 Flash Bang grenades, 3 Smoke Grenades, 3 Thermal Dets, 4 2 Pound Explosive blocks

Pair of Shatterguns, Lightsaber, Blaster Carbine

Jet Pack, Light combat Armor, Thermal Imaging Visor, CBRN Kit

Spoiler: Troopers

SJ/Regulars(200)

Ranger Scouts(20)

Ranger Snipers(15)

Ranger Combat Medics(40)

Silver Jedi Heavy Weapons Infantry(25)

300 Total Troops

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Mirial, Capital city
Allies: SJO, [member="Liuna Ondizi"] [member="Cardinam"] [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] [member="Cassius Droma"] [member="Lara Fairfax"] [member="Kal Visna"] [member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Arisa Yune"]
Enemies: Sith in the Capital, tagging who I know is there, apologies if I miss anyone: [member="Vitor Avendahl"] [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Aria Vale"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Lark"]
Rogue Element: [member="RC 212"]

No sooner than Europa had arrived, but bizarre reports began to trickle in courtesy of an intelligence officer named Agent Quorr, also Mirialan. The worried expression upon his face caused her to mouth the words, "What now?" and he beckoned her over. He held out a small earpiece which she pressed into one green lobe:

"...under attack! Repeat. Under attack! We think he's a member of the Antarian Rangers, but he has a rancor and the pair of them appear to be randomly attacking local troops and civilians with grenades, rifle fire and... that thing."

Agent Quorr said in a louder voice so all nearby could hear, "That rancor is not standard ranger equipment."

"Do you think he's a Sith disguising himself as an Antarian?"

"No, but maybe he's snorted too much stim. He's not following protocol, never mind the monster rampaging in the capital." In a firm but hushed tone, Agent Quorr gathered the Jedi and resistance leaders around and asked, "What are we going to do with Captain Rancor Ranger, who's apparently taken it upon himself to cause as much damage as he can while posed as a Silver Jedi?"

A rogue element such as that could really hurt their attempts to liberate Mirial, and there was no room for this backfiring. We will get our planet back, she thought and taking out one lone wolf for the sake of the planet was a sacrifice that Europa, if holding a sniper rifle, would not think twice about making. Furthermore, the Mirialan hated that she had this sinking and disquieting sense of trusting no one around her but Agent Quorr, and that was because of their shared race. She would need to put aside her reservations if they were to succeed today.

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Mirial, Capital City
Allies: SJO
Enemies: TSE, their allies and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Objective: Liberate Mirial

Knowing she needed to reach the location of the crashed ship and get there quickly, Jairdain placed an illusion around herself. One of the skills she learned while she was sith, how to camouflage her physical form. The sith already knew they were here, she felt there was no need to hide that she too had rejoined the ranks of the Jedi. Her Force signature would reveal her location to anybody looking for it.

Only four people within the sith had ever interacted with her. So her meeting another she knew personally was a very slim chance.

Making her way closer to the building in question, none of the population saw her while she was in stealth and Jairdain made it the are surrounding the building with the rancor. At the moment, the sith were in dealing with it and RC who had come with it. If the objective was to liberate Mirial, they needed to capture that building. With the sith in there though, the Jedi wouldn't be to move in.

She pulled up cautiously to the side of the building, near to one of the windows on the first floor. It had been blown open and she heard the ruckus going on inside. There was also a familiar sounding voice in the mix. The surprise it caused took Jairdain's stealth away and if anybody was looking, she would be seen easily. Kaalia, one of those four she had met within the Sith was just on the side of the wall almost.

 

[Lark]

Location: Mirial
Allies: TSE
Enemies: SJO, anyone who wants to party lemme know
Objective: Rescue injured civilians
Sithspawn nearby: Svarrif

The familiar scent of smoke coalesced in the floors above, ash and glass fell from the upper floors like snow and hail in a blizzard. He heard screaming, the pod tore through this building as easily as a bullet tore through flesh and left the upper floors in ruination. The floors under the area of impact had mostly been evacuated, but the medics and soldiers couldn't reach where the rest of the injured were. He quickly darted up the closest stairwell, ascending up each floor as quickly as he could. Eventually, he felt a cool breeze coming in from the hole left by the pod, and a quick glimpse let him see for himself the true destruction that was being waged outside.

He lept to the upper floors, the stairwell had been damaged. Won't be able to take them out that way, he thought to himself. Fires burned nearby, he could hear the smoldering pop of embers, forming a cacophony of chaos alongside the crackling of static and the moans of pain from those who survived the attack. The metallic scent of blood threatened to overwhelm his senses, and as he turned a dark corner he came across a mass of figures huddled together. Behind them were a pair of bodies that were so mangled it was almost comedic. Everything above the torso of the first body was gone, and a gory soup of guts and blood poured into a small pool of scarlet fluids. His intestines slithered out from his broken body like a snake, and juicy pieces of flesh were littered near the hole where the pod exited. The other body, which appeared a bit more feminine, was cut diagonally; nothing remained of either of her arms or head. Bits of bone lay in a pile of sinewy muscle and pink tissue, and a geyser of blood erupted from the wounds.

"Bloody hell," Lark muttered, words a bit to close to reality. The pod must have smashed right through them. A few of the survivors had cuts likely sustained from broken glass, others looked as though they were suffering from smoke inhalation.

"They were my neighbors," one man muttered, a look of pure, genuine terror on his face. "They invited my wife and I over for dinner later tonight." The man panicked as he remembered his wife, his previous thoughts had likely been consumed with fear and confusion. "Why are they doing this? Oh Glisso, please tell me you're alright..."

A distant explosion caused small pieces of rubble to fall from what was left of the ceiling, the survivors shuddered and threw their hands over their heads. Did the building just teeter, or was the uncertainty of the situation causing his mind to play tricks on him? Either way, he needed to get them out of here as quickly as possible. Even if he used the Force and guided the survivors over the massive crevice in the stairwell, some of them were so injured they might not make it all the way to the ground. They were so high up, how could he get a few dozen survivors, most of them grievously wounded, down to the surface?

An idea began to burgeon within his mind. He walked away from the mass of survivors, towards the elevator shaft. There was absolutely no way the thing was functional, but besides the stairwell this was the only way down. "Those of you who are uninjured, help those who are into the elevator. Trust me," he said softly, as to reassure them, "I'm going to get you out of here."

His words roused them from their stupor of fear, at least momentarily. Slowly, they worked together and piled into the open elevator, one by one. A singular body was left behind, a man with a large gash in his side succumbed to his wounds. Lark wondered whether anyone even noticed. The elevator was full to the brim, but Lark didn't plan on staying inside anyways. With a warm smile reassuring them that everything would be alright, he closed the doors, hoping that they wouldn't cause to much of a panic. Pushing his way to the center of the elevator, he cut a small hole in the ceiling, and climbed on top.

Slowly, but with a sense of urgency, he pushed the elevator down with the Force. It was heavy, the sides of the elevator grinded against the walls, sending up sparks. Whatever operated the elevator wasn't working, but he could still force it to the ground.

The ride down was difficult, to say the least. Lark had no sense of knowing how much farther they had to descend, and his muscles were starting to strain with effort. Another woman had died in the elevator, Lark could sense the loss of life.

After an eternity, Lark felt a thud as the elevator finally hit the ground. Medical troops immediately rushed towards the wounded inside, hurriedly evacuating them from the building. Lark followed behind them, stumbling around like a drunkard. He sat down for a moment, massaging his exhausted arms and regaining his breath. The assault on Mirial was in full force, the echoes of warfare sounded throughout the already beaten-down city. "When possible, relocate this lot to a nearby shelter," Lark commanded as he rose. Time for rest was short. "Who knows how long the forces here can hold the Jedi or the zombies."

Part of Lark wanted to jump into the action, but another part of him desired otherwise. Every person saved from peril would be another that would remember what the Jedi did to their city. For the first time in a great while, Lark was setting out to save lives, not take them.

 

[RC 212]

Location: Mirial- The Capitol Building
Objective: Cause hell
Gear: Katarn Armor, Twin Verpine Shatter Guns, LJ-50 concussion Rifle, Sawed off Shotgun W/Cortosis shells, Jetpack, DC-17 W all attachments handy. One tub of peanut butter, one tub of jelly, one loaf of bread. Force Breaker Grenades, A lot

Oh and a Rancor....

Main Enemy: [member="Darth Carnifex"]

Secondary Enemies: [member=Vaylin] [member="Vitor Avendahl"] [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Aria Vale"] (OOC: RC has only attacked Combatants since the Rancor is trained so....yeah. Dunno what some peeps are talking about.)

Allies so far: [member="Valkren Calderon"]

Not Sure: [member="Europa Draav"]

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It was a crap storm, and the Lord of Peanut Butter and Jelly surmised he'd not be making a new sandwich any-time soon. Though his stomach did rumble as things began to happen in quick succession. First his force breaker gas which had flooded the entire floor was whisked away. Which he solved by dropping two more grenades, immersing the room once more in smoke.

The secondary explosions went off and he felt himself become impacted by a flying missile. Or was it a person? He grunted, air leaving his lungs as the Sith woman impacted his back plate. He dug his heels deeper into the beasts stirrups.

Then RC snapped forwards, going with the momentum until she crunched him into the Rancors neck, then snapped back, using his abdominal conditioning and adrenaline to try and fling her off his back. A single vibroblade popped from under his gauntlet. He twisted and tried to punch her in the throat, aiming to hit her anywhere really.

Then his attention was taken elsewhere. Time slowed for the Commando, a familiar red haze fogging his vision. The adrenaline mixed with the battle lust fuelled him, and he broke down the situation even further with razor focus. The spear, or was it a snake that arced was caught on his 360 degree helmet cam.

He whirled, firing off two shots with his Concussion rifle, one handed to rid the threat and then whirled again slipping free of the saddle, bracing himself on the back of the beast.

"Well this is no good."

The Concussion rifle dropped on it's sling, rattling against his chest as he pulled his twin Verpine Shatter gun, depressing both triggers, one forearm over the other, spraying the room with sonic barrier breaking tungsten slugs in a full circle.

"Eat itttttt!!!!!!!!! Darrrrrrkkkkkk Looooorrrdddsss! I'm RC 212!!!!!!!!!!!"​

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The Rancor Continued to rampage, trying to gut them with it's claws and bite off a chunk of Darth Carnifex. He was hungry, and none too happy about snakes being hurled in his direction.

 

[NT-6922]

Integrated High Head Display:

Location: Mirial | The Capitol Building
Objective: Assist [member="RC 212"] with fire support.
Allies: The Silver Jedi Order - [member="RC 212"] , a Rancor?
Enemies: The Sith Empire - [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Vaylin"] @Vitor @Avendahl [member="Darth Saarai"] @Kaalia @Voldaren [member="Aria Vale"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Lark"]

WARNING: ENEMY FORCES CONVERGING. REINFORCEMENTS ETA... UNAVAILABLE.

The rest of the team went down the stairs of the tall building, but Natassia brought a hand to the "ear" part of her helmet, amplifying the radio chatter. She was pretty sure she heard the word "Rancor".
Listening some more, the situation became that much clearer. So it seemed that one of their own was wrecking havoc with a rancor. She didn't really care about the whole "civilian hazard" accusations; it was easy for information to be perverted in such a tense situation. So she'd have to see it for herself.

Deploying the glider wings integrated into her suit, she jumped off the roof off the building. The Capitol Building wasn't far; she could see it from where she was. Looking down at the streets below, she noticed all the chaos going on. Masses of infected rushing toward areas where sporadic fire resonated, untamed fire devouring some places, the wails of the dead; everything was uncontrolled. If it was up to her, they'd bring ships into low orbite and glass the infected parts of the planet in order to save the rest. But she no longer was a Captain in the Galactic Empire. She was but another soldier that helped the Silver Jedi Order.
But the fact she wasn't officially part of the chain of command allowed her to disobey some of their demands. Such as bringing down the rebellious trooper wrecking havoc at the Capitol.
Crashing through glass, the glider wings went back into her armor, and she raised her battle rifle, scanning the room around her. Panicked civilians, signs of battle; finding her ally wouldn't be hard. She'd just have to follow the bodies.
And when she found him, he seemed to be going as the underdog against several enemies.

"Looks like it's just you and me against all of them, friend!" she called over the comm as she switched to single fire and took cover behind a portion of the wall that had fallen down, and reached to one of her flash grenades.
"Flashbang!" she called on the comms, before unpinning it and throwing it in the center of the room, pushing the light filter of her helmet to maximum. She couldn't see frak, but once the flash would occur, she'd restore it and take the advantage.

 

[Jake Daniels]

Location: Landing Zone - Outer Perimeter
Objective: Neutralize potential nearby threats
Secondary Objective: Save lives, don't take them
Allies: Silver Jedi Order
Enemies: The Sith Empire

He had said nothing during the boarding of the LAAT. Words did not escape as he listened to a commanding officer of a light infantry unit giving orders to his men. He had been stoic. He had been silent. The Knight had been preparing himself. How many of the Jedi going into battle today truly understood the power of the dark side? To be more specific, how many Jedi had truly felt what the dark side was capable of. It corrupted. It polluted. It tore a soul a part. Yet it acted like a steroid; amplifying a persons natural abilities to near frightening levels. It allowed people to do things that would cause the skin to crawl on a Jedi Padawan.

As he crept through the area, his eyes open, ear attentive, the Knight continued to ready himself. He had no fear of the dark side. He had experienced it. He had been raised in it. He had treated it as a person would a tinder date; he had made it his queen. Then that all changed. Now, as sore knees worked to propel his feet forward, he was trying to harness the light side. Jake knew it wasn't going to be easy. That was never more evident than when the dark passenger within stirred as he drew closer to various nexus of darkness. The planet was filled with death and darkness. To say it didn't feel welcoming would have been a lie.

He'd walked some distance, stopping every few hundred meters to analyze his surroundings. Hell was breaking loose. Chaos was now reigning. That benefited the lowly little Knight. Why come after one man when you had an entire invasion force to worry about? When the outer edges of a small village came into view Jake knelt down and listened.

"Move your arses you worthless pieces of dung!" A voice bellowed. Muttered sounds of shouting and yelling filled the air soon after. "Load onto the transport. It is an honor to serve and die for The Sith Empire."

The Knight gulped hard. This was it. War. Daniels pulled the lightsaber from the small of his back. Pressing his forehead against the metal hilt, the Knight spoke quietly, "Make me fast and agile. Help me find the strength to fight the darkness... both before me... and in me..."

Snap.

The crimson blade of Jake's lightsaber burst forth. The Knight swung to his right, holding it to the throat of a light infantry soldier. A member of the same group that had dropped with him on the LAAT some time earlier. Behind him were two other men; both with weapons raised towards Jake.

"Easy." The soldier said. "We're here to help you by orders of Master [member="Valae Kitra"]."

Her name immediately caused the lightsaber to shut up. That in turn caused the soldiers two comrades to lower their own weapons.

"Did she now?" Jake asked.

"Yes sir. We received word as soon as we landed. She instructed we help you evacuate civilians."

Daniels returned his attention to the village, "There are Sith here." Jake closed his eyes and opened himself to the force. He felt two; the first that spoke and a second, younger and less experienced. Neither attempted to hide themselves on the force. Why would they?

"We'll cause a distraction with the sith. You get the people off the transport." The soldier instructed.

"No." Jake growled. "I'll handle the Sith." Without allowing the soldiers a chance to protest, Jake stepped from his knelt position and simply strolled into the village. Then Jake noticed something on the ground. A small dulled circular coin. Reaching down the Knight picked up the coin while clipping his lightsaber to the small of his back.

"Did he just holster his weapon?" One of the soldiers asked. "He's going to get himself killed."

"Ah crud. Master Kitra's going to have our hides." Another remarked.

Jake paid little attention as he drew deeper into the village. In his hand the Knight simply began to flip the coin. Up and down it went, his eyes following its trail through the air until finally he spotted the Sith Sith. The one Sith he saw held a megaphone; the obvious reason why Jake could hear him earlier. Just as Jake took note of him, the Sith took note of Jake.

"What do we have here?" The older Sith asked. He closed his eyes, opened himself up to the force and truly felt Jakes presence. "This is very intriguing. You aren't pure dark. You aren't pure light. I can't even say you are one of them gray's." The Sith reopened his fiery red eyes. "Doesn't matter. All I needed to know was that you aren't Sith."

Jake said nothing as the older Sith ignited his lightsaber. Crimson. How predictable. But where was the second Sith Jake felt?

Daniels held the coin up, "To borrow a trick from my days as an Apprentice," The coin then dropped to the ground, "Whichever one of you," Jake made reference to the Sith before him and the unseen Sith roaming about, "picks up that coin won't get the ass handed to them. You can even let those civilians off that transport. The other will end up using a colostomy bag tell the end of their days."

The Sith looked at Jake in disbelief.

"The choice is yours." Quietly Jake clasped both of his hands in front of him.

 

[Dante Sotari]

Location: Mirial, Northern Reaches
Allies: ​[member="Morgan Vance"], TSE
Enemies: ​Local Separatists

No good. Nope. Not useful. Okay, stick that in the sack. Ooooooooh.

"Think fast."

Despite the warning, she made sure he was actually paying attention before she went to throw him the long knife in her hand-

Then stopped, cocking her head at him.

"Hey, you okay? You look like you're about to lose your lunch all over those new boots."

Once she was sure he was paying attention and not about to yak every where, she did a soft underhand toss before pulling out a second one for herself. She wasn't a knife fighter, but she stuck it into her boot anyway, never knowing when she'd need something like it. Checking the mechanisms and ammo on the slug throwers, she shouldered one of the 'not useless' bags and looked back up at him.

"You good? Or you need a minute?"

It was the closest thing to concern he'd seen from her, after their initial meeting.

 

[Roona Osmari]

Location: LAAT dropship, inbound to ground
Objective: Local Garrison and Air defenses
Allies: Silver Jedi Order, [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Arisa Yune"]
Rogue: [member="RC 212"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire

Sergeant Osmari felt her stomach drop as their transport made for the planet below. Her arms crossed tightly over her straps, she let her chin drop towards her chest to wait it out. The tingle of nerves was never terribly bothersome to the young woman, but today there was much riding on their success. And it was the first time she would run with the Raiders; she did not want to disappoint her fellow rangers. However, stealing a glance to the side, she could see the Colonel sitting still. His men spoke quite highly of him, and it made Roona feel better to know that he would be leading their mission.

Her helmet lifted slightly to see the door gunner make his way over to speak to the Colonel. Voices piped up around them, speaking about the undead. Roona shivered, things like undead were more fit for campfire stories. While she had yet to ever encounter them, but it seemed that the Raiders had experience with their kind.

No matter the unexpected obstacle, they would complete their mission.

Her mind was still reeling, but she managed to shake her thoughts away when the Colonel addressed her directly. “Thank you, sir.” she nodded.

Though she did not hoot and holler along with the rest of the Raiders, she followed closely on their heels as they exited the dropship. With her weapons ready, she hit the ground and stood ready as the area was secured. Her eyes locked on the Colonel’s hand as it rose into the air, and then she moved forward.

The streets were dimly lit and eerily quiet. Roona felt her nerves subside as she slipped into a focused state of mind. Sharp sea-green eyes scanned the area, sweeping carefully ground level and up to the tops of the buildings. Her ears alert, she could hear the footsteps of the Raiders around her. Glancing to her right, she eyed her shoulder – where there was now a reaper carved into the armor. And out of the corner of her sight, she saw their team splitting up now.

Roona remained a few paces behind the Colonel, and just to his left. It wasn’t long before the silence was cut by comm chatter. The news that followed was a bit… peculiar.

“An Antarian Ranger with a… rancor?” A voice behind her spoke, “Nah, couldn’t be one of ours.”

Roona glanced over her shoulder at the man.

“This isn't the norm, Sergeant – don’t worry. But someone ought to pass this on to high command.”

 

[Cathbodua]

Location: Mirial, Drop Zone Over Capital City
Objective: Get to the Landing Zone
Allies: SJO, RA [member="Kiriko"]
Opposition: Sith

She was looking at it when they came down, the gleam in the eye areas of the bodyarmor descending before her hand came up. No saber but the grapple line came out to work on disabling something coming at them. She could feel with the force the darkside but there was always a chance to work on it here. She motioned to the medics with her and some fo the rangers as they flew in with the gleaming armor for a moment. "Knight Cathbodua we have what we need, the survival pack and station are set up for analysis." She had a small look under her mask while restraining in the quickly hardening goop the thing. Before she could finish up though she could feel the massive bear of Kiriko heading towards some fo the building and she motioned fo rthme to start covering. "Have your men move in, work with Willa's ghost team to protect the area. We'll get a soni in and have all of the generators ready."

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Location: Mirial System - Drop Ship
Objective: Awaiting Deployment
Allies: SJO, RA,
Opposition: Sith, [member="Lark"]
Equipment (see signature)

Drop pods fell from he sky, elite soldiers on the inside, aimed at specific places, a quick insertion method but Sukai preferred the LAAT, in her mind it was better to see and know where you where going, then trusting in technology to do all the work, but that was just a personal preference. Though it seemed to be a good choice as one of the pods seemed to malfunction, its targeting computer and drop zone altering, heading straight for a large complex, what she could only assume was some sort of entertainment center. Maybe it was a dummy pod, as sending one into a most likely occupied building was a terrible choice of a drop zone and would undoubtedly harm civilians that might be taking shelter.

When the pod hit its devastating effects were felt, though the invasion was in full swing she could feel the loss of life coming from the building, innocent life, untainted by the Sith presence, some young, others old. "5 minutes until we reach the drop point", at the LAAT pilots words the blast doors opened, right above the complex, "Go on without me, I have something to do". Regardless if the accompanying soldiers heard, cared or disagreed Sukai leapt from the craft, performing a front flip before straightening out and diving towards the complex.

Even with the wind billowing as she descended the defining creaks coming from the theater were notable, the drop pod damaging the supports and structure significantly. As the ground approached she spread her body out, slowing down and with a combined force push came to an almost complete stop before hitting the top of the building, rolling several times before springing to her feet, light-saber in hand while examining the area, "all clear, for now".

Calming herself Sukai raised her hand, feeling around with the force for any present Sith, there was one, below her, in the complex, but something about him seemed off, he was a darksider yes, but she sensed no evil intent, no sinister motive... yet. It was not uncommon for Sith to appear that way, she would not be fooled, and there was no telling what they would do upon sensing her, the mere sight of a Jedi may very well cause him to go full evil. Only time would tell.

Getting close to the edge of the roof Sukai looked down into a window over the main foyer, spying the red haired man along with several soldiers, all in defensive position outside the complex. "There you are, but what are you going to do now?" It was possible to launch a sneak attack, but that was not how Sukai did things, if she wanted to defeat this Sith, it would be in one on one combat.

 

[Komo]

Location: Mirial's Capitol Building
Objectives: Repel the Trespassers/Invaders
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Lord Depravious"] | [member="Sal Zambrano"]
Enemies: SJO | [member="RC 212"]
Equipment: Battle Armour Lightsaber

The nagging feeling she’d had for the last couple of days culminated in this very moment. She’d been expecting an attack of some sort, and that made its own presence soon enough. Just as soon as the meeting between the Dark Lord and Darth Avacyn and her fellow Valkyries, the roof of the Capitol building collapsed with a terrible roar as the drop pod carrying the occupants within began to emerge, an unrecognisable figure riding a ragged-looking armoured Rancor. A smirk appeared on the Sith knight’s face. She’d never fought a person riding a ragged-looking armoured Rancor before.

She hoped that this guy would give a good enough fight, especially since he had chosen to crash into the Capitol building where the multitude of Sith lords, including the Dark Lord was present. He either had balls of steel, or simply a case of bad luck of bad intelligence or just a case of a wrong place at the wrong time. She was more inclined of the former.

That would prove to give off a better fight. As Lord Carnifex gave the order for his Sith around him to uphold the law and execute critical judgement against the miscreant. Atonement was not a priority, only excision. That phrase alone sent shivers of excitement down her spine. Oh, how euphoric she was to finally engage in battle and cull the invaders who had trespassed here. “With utmost pleasure, my Lord.”

Lightsabers ignited all around and what a wonderful sight it was. The grenades that the fight had thrown were promptly taken care of by Lady Avacyn and that magnificent Force Wind that blew that horrible nasty gas back to him. Wonderful. Just as soon as the Dark Lord threw his spear, Greta let out a burst of Force Lightning intending to cook the Rancor and its rider.

Fried Rancor for dinner with a side of charred soldier anyone?

 

[Cassius Droma]

Location: Stealth Frigate
Objective: Take out air defenses | Provide air support
Allies: Silver Jedi Order [[member="Liuna Ondizi"] | [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Lara Fairfax"] | [member="Karren Trask"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Europa Draav"]]
Enemies: The Sith Empire

“I hope you can keep up with the rest of us in that StealthX, Green Two,” Cassius said in a joking tone, making his last adjustments for takeoff. It was good to have an old friend from the Jedi Order along with him. They’d been through a few scraps together, and he’d been glad to see that her name was on the manifest for their flight. Something had been… off, about her, since he’d seen her last. Then again, the same could probably be said for him.

As the frigates lowered into the atmosphere and the EWAR missiles were detonated, Cassius spooled up his engines, ordering the other wings to do so as well. As soon as the LAATs pulled out of the hangar, Cassius called, “Green Squadron, let’s move out!” His A-wing lifted off of the hangar bay floor, kicking up a small amount of dust as it did so. “Stick close to those transports and don’t let anything get to them!”

Cassius piloted his A-wing out of the hangar bay and stayed towards the front of the group, taking point. There was no need to mask their signature with sensor jammers at this point, especially since they were going to be going into such hostile territory – they would need their shields, that was for sure.

The LAATs touched down and deployed their troops and Jedi. Cassius pulled up, shrieking overhead, almost as if he was letting the ground teams know that he was close by and ready to assist if needed. “All flights, you’re with me. Let’s take out those air defenses.”

With their advanced sensor packages, the squadron was able to start identifying air defense systems in the capital city. Whether it was put in place by the Sith, or was native to Mirial, it had to be taken out. Anything that could endanger the evac teams was a target. Like water flowing through a stream, the A-wings moved around the tall buildings of the capital city with precision and ease.

Once they started to identify their targets, they began to fire EWAR missiles in coordinated succession, making sure that each anti-air installment would get a good whacking. Luckily, the missiles themselves were non-lethal, but would fry any sort of electronics targeted.

Just as he was about to make another pass at a radar dish, Cassius heard some chatter on the radio that was rather disturbing. A rancor? Immediately, Cassius’s mind went back to Vjun, where he and another Jedi Padawan had faced off against a mutated rancor and had managed to survive. Puzzled, Cassius banked his fighter and looked out of his cockpit window towards the capitol building. Sure enough, there was a huge hole in the top of it, and for a moment, he saw a glimpse of the monster, as well as the seemingly crazed Ranger firing mercilessly from the top of it.

Cassius flicked a switch to transmit back to their fleet. “Command, this is Green Leader. I can confirm that there is in fact a rancor at the capitol building. Please advise,” he said, listening for orders.

“A rancor?” Green Four asked in disbelief. “That wasn’t on the battle plan, right?”

“It certainly wasn’t…” Cassius muttered, his jaw clenching. Just how in the world had that guy managed to smuggle a beast of such size? It escaped him, but Cassius did know one thing: this wasn’t good. There were still innocent civilians here. If it was purely a Sith outpost, and there were nothing but troops here, he might have found it entertaining. As it stood, though… something needed to be done.

 

[Cle-Var-Ri]

Location: Mirial
Objective: Find mice, try not to eat them
Allies: [member="Tabigarashu Madara"], [member="Naamah"]
Enemies: Cultists/Serpratists

To say Clever was pleased with her current objective would be far from the reality of the situation. Truly, she was bristling with frustration, from the bared teeth to the annoyed flick of the tale. What sort of fool was she being taken for? To be instructed to work with some rodents, only to be told they were not for eating. What was the point in even saving them in the first place? It was a cruel torture that the raptor was far from enthused about enduring.

Nevertheless, she, being a dutiful acolyte that she was, had resolved to keep her hunger at bay, at least for now. She simply settled for stalking her way to meet with her compatriot in this ordeal, spending no energy to even pretend to be enthused about her situation. No, her talons scraped the ground in a way that very clearly stated that she was in no mood for trickery. The sooner she was done with this mission and surrounded by things that didn't have some ridiculous rules against taking a bite out of them.