Techno Union Invasion of Rebel Alliance Geonosis

[Darth Metus]

Location: 1317, Shooting FOB
Objective: Busting Kneecaps (Literally)
Allies: TU
Enemies: [member="Jarven Zexxel"] (Directly)

With Chaos reigning all about, the Dar'manda came to the conclusion that time was not on his side. He could not simply bring [member="Deneve"] along and be able to fight at full strength, but he could not just leave her defenseless either. As such, a quick solution to the problem was made: a frantic bandaid placed upon an amputation. A shrill whistle escaped from his lips, summoning the hulking beast which lumbered about several meters away. Following this, he Dagora turned and placed his attention upon the gaggle of droids and pods before him. A single order was issued to the automatons...before he did something that was certain to piss his daughter off.

A telekinetic shove was made on her person, one strong enough to dislodge her from the ground and to propel her into one of the nearest pods. Assuming that she didn't decide to pull a Nyos, the shove would see her land bottom first in the pod; where a second push would see the door closed. To the droids and Bes'uliik were then issued the command: "Don't let her out. Keep her safe." before Dagora set his attention on the battlefield. All Hell was breaking loose. Tornados. Artillery. The Dark Side was having a field day over in his mentor's neck of the woods as well.

"Well...Shoot." he breathed.

That side of the battlefield had enough attention, so the Dar'manda set his focus back upon where he had just came from. Oh, great, the Rebels were still stinking up the FOB. A quick jog over to the Bes'uliik saw the recovery of his sniper rifle, Sweet Mercy, that was on par with a verpine shatter rifle. Once in his grasp, Dagora found a suitable perch atop a rock and looked down sights, attempting to get a feel for the situation. Oddball was still there, playing hero...and getting ganged up on. And General Mayhem was being charged at...by some twit with...her leg? If this wasn't a war zone, that would be hilarious.

Okay, it was still hilarious.

Dagora followed the footsteps of the Leg Man and lined up a clean shot. There wasn't much in the way, save for everything, but the opportunity presented itself in the same instant that Mayhem began to shoot. Just as repeating blaster bolts fired off at their target, so too did a silent round erupt from the barrel. The Dar'manda may have totally began to manipulate its flight path via the Force, just like he showed [member="Marek Starchaser"] how to do years prior, but for the most part the initial aim did the work. In the blink of an eye, the round would be upon the Rebel's knee. Sure, he now pulled a shield out his ass and was now attempting to bash Mayhem, but this round was poised to blast through one end of his knee and shoot out the other.

That is, of course, assuming that "good guy syndrome" wasn't one of the diseases the Leg Man carried. Only time would tell.

Spoiler: NPC Background Noise

Total: 150

• Cin Bes'uliik (1) [20]
• Baron Aerial Battle Droids (60)
• TA-1 Battle Droids (60)
• Smoke Demons (30)

Spoiler: Loadout

• Obsidian
• Dagora's Armor (Fully Loaded)
• "The Annihilator" - Blaster Pistol
• "Sweet Mercy" - Sniper Rifle

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Location: 0814
Objective: Fight Marek and Carach
Allies: Rebels / Republic
Enemies: The One Techno Sith Union ( [member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] NPCs )
NPC Force:
2x Valkyrie Heavy Dropship
6x Z-50T Siege Tank
1x Z-10T Main Battle Tank
50x Republic Soldiers

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49tpIMDy9BE​

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Somebody shine a light
I'm frozen by the fear in me
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me​

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Sera lifted her head as the grip on her body was seemingly released following the Force Wave that radiated outwards towards her two opponents. Her eyes focused on where [member="Marek Starchaser"] had landed before darting to Carach. It seemed the Sith Lord had faired better than her initial opponent. Still, she was far from safe, and still quite outnumbered as far as odds were concerned. The muscles in her arms and legs were beginning to relax from the intense stimulation they had just endured, and this was important to her, primarily towards her lightsaber technique. She could rely on Makashi if required, but strongly preferred Ataru when up against multiple combatants.

"Pull up, Captain! Now!" The commander of Valkyrie Fox shouted to his pilot as the volley of artillery was unleashed on the craft. "Air units, raise altitude 500 meters, circle back behind ground forces along the ridge and recharge shields. Provide cover fire only if enemy artillery advances." Two of the vessels shook as their massive frames twisted in a wide arc to the left, the ground artillery pounding against their shields as they circled back on their orders. As they banked back a shockwave could be felt within the ships, and the ground forces below would undoubtedly look up to witness one of the vessels detonate in a brilliant display of orange and red flame, debris scattering about for hundreds of meters along the ground. With last coordinates dialed in, the six siege tanks would adjust their own particle cannons and return fire towards [member="Tmoxin Temi"] 's tanks, positioned at 1213.

Sera's vision caught [member="Darth Carach"] as he released a swath of dark energy spears towards her. Well that's new. Would a Protection Bubble save her from whatever that was? She had no time to debate, and relinquished the idea of trying, and instead resorted to simple leg work. A draw on the Force surrounding her and the Twi'lek flexed her arms and sprung her legs up, forcing her into a backwards flip from ground to air, landing 12 meters away from her prior location in the dirt to atop a small rock formation near the edge of the bottom of the valley between the ridges, where above the Republic forces were engaging Commander Temi's own.

Eyes again switched between Marek and Carach, her lungs pouring oxygen into them. This was going to prove to be an exhausting battle, and she'd only swung her sabers once thus far. Standing defiantly between both the Rogue and the Sith, a short distance away from both she reignited her lightsabers, directing one towards each man while she remained in position, waiting.

 

[Corey's OOC]

[SIZE=9pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] NPCS 1317, firing on 0511 with Redeemers and J-1 Artillery, Because droids just do what they do[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Honey Chicken, and Pork Fried Rice maybe the soldier [member="Tmoxin Temi"], if she stays out of the way, [member="Darth Carach"] if Marek doesn’t try to suck the Force out of him[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Formatting and the Jedi Zealot [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Beat up the Pink Jedi[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]NPCs that no one is caring about now?[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]TA3 Tactical Droids (5)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Command Variant Vector LAV (1)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]§ ACS-405 Enhanced Vehicle Sensor Suite[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]§ ACS-404 Active Protection System[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]§ ACS-401 Tank Enhancement Kit[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]§ Anvilskin Composite-Ceramic Armor[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]RE-1 RedEye Probe Droids (10)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Hailfire-class Battle Droids (20)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]§ Icon-class Personal Shielding[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ACS-501 Redeemer Battle Tanks (4)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]J-1 Semi Autonomous Artillery (8)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]TA4 Ultra Battle Droids (20)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]§ Paragon-class Personal Shielding[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]§ ACS-205 ADWS w/ Viper 2 Grenade Launchers[/SIZE]
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The game would change.

That was how this worked. Marek knew that, Peregrus was not going to admit it. Two minds sharing one body? There was a lot to change here. And it was going to make them unstable. Peregrus was all angst, passion and anger, the Wild side of the Force, lightning and intensity in a storm.

Marek was collected more so. Still, a hedonist, but his skills lay in the finer powers, telekinesis and how to alter the weather. The finesse required came from Marek.

But right now? None of that mattered. All that mattered was getting this battle won and over with. Peregrus had all of Marek’s knowledge and none of his concern. He knew what this modified body was capable of, what Marek, the man who feared death but feared the darkness just as much, had done. He looked to his comrade, his brother, Carach and nodded. They were going to have to be ready. Peregrus didn’t trust the man.

But Marek did. And survival was what mattered here. Eliminate the Jedi.

And that was what he was going to do, using the Force, unbridled and raw, Peregrus began hurling rocks and dust right to the Twi’lek’s face. He needed Carach to witness.

Time for team work.

Maybe Marek had a hand here still.

 

[Vrag]

Location: S0716
Objective: Punch other people because the first people didn't want to be punched
Allies: [member="Kiran Vess"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] and his dinobots | [member="Orick T'ane"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Zhol Kash Dinora"] | [member="Adekos"] | [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] | [member="Hion the Herglic"] | [member="Morgan Redeaux"] | [member="Abraxas"] | [member="Silara Kuhn"]
Coming for you: [member="Kian Karr"]

Spoiler: NPC

Location: S0919 [Artillery and 5 troops] | S0616 [The rest]
Forces:

Spoiler: NPC

· 90 Blackblades & 5 Armored Royal Guards
· 0.5 Heavy artillery
· 1 AT-AT scale walker
· 2 Main battle tanks
· 1 Tank-sized walker

Spoiler: Gear

· Reverance's Remembrance
· Chom-Huun
· Chitin Carbine
· Vonduun Skerr Ygdris
· Vonduun Skerr Dhaladii

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMGpcjzb67Q​

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First fear, then terror, and then; nothing. Her opponent would be left behind as the Sith Lord moved on across the red sands, whether by virtue of nature or the Techno Union and its bellicose allies, it did not matter to the woman. She would do her part, wield that blade with precision until it found flesh it so craved, plasure sinking in at the pain she would inevitably deal to the enemy.

And she knew her friends when she saw them, and she felt her comrades when their darkness pulsed in the middle of a desert, especially when juxtaposed with the blinding light of a Jedi Master; even Vonduun could not dim that out for her.

Like a bloodhound on a trail, the Hand of the Dark Lord neared the fight, for it was close, and her heart was still thrumming, death was still breathing cool down her neck, and her fingers were still itching to wrap around meat and bone and squeeze. She would have her fill today; and woe to those who would stop her.

The saber in her hand hissed as if it knew it would soon sizzle against the fat and muscle of the Jedi's body, and its owner rejoiced at the prospect coloring her vision, lips parted in climactic delight. Her tongue peeked out to slide against the shap tip of a canine as she advanced on her new target with long, purposeful strides, and then the woman shot her free hand out, curling her fingers into a tight fist as she yanked back, aiming to disrupt his balance as she would pull on his left arm, hoping to irritate the wounds the Master had suffered during his bout with [member="Reverance"] on Telti.

The Wrath and the Hand weren't exactly buddies as far as relationships go — because that sort of thing was alien to them both — but they would always share with each other the finer pleasures in life, among which the carving of flesh would find itself perched quite high. Was it dirty fighting? Unfair, even?

Quite, but she was a Sith. Reputation to uphold, and all of that.

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Troublesome people who are going to get me killed: [member="Khaleel Malvern"], [member="General Mayhem"], [member="Dagora-Kel"], [member="Freanne"], [member="Orick T'ane"]

Khaleel must have thought it was funny to try and reason with an infuriated Gank. But, being hoisted up into the air for snipers to pick off tends to give you a break from the carnage of trying to shoot a droid to pieces.

"Khaleel!? What alli---???" That was all he was able to get out before "CHINK! CLANG! SPLICKT!" sniper fire started to assault his body. The droid was his only protection from that line of enemies and Khaleel was to blame. What happened to the Ravens to allow for such treachery!? Weren't the TU a hated enemy of the Red Ravens? Clearly not. This Khaleel must have usurped Chiasa's position and turned the Ravens into an awful, dishonorable band of cutthroats. His own faction was not the same as before, it seemed. What place did he have in it if they were going to betray him for following orders and representing the Ravens in this battle...this slaughter...this....ooo. Too much blood loss.

And then some gettse head pulled a dick move by shooting him in the knee cap. If he had been running on all fours, the shot would have been likely to miss. However, here he was being attacked by the Technical Unitards AND levitated in the air by a Red Raven. Perfect. Thankfully, phrik armor negated the damage of the blow. Unfortunately, it hurt like a womp rat nibbling on ye bum...Carl....the bum...he's my bum. He was holding my shield for me, Dagora. 8^l Carl says that it hurt when---(Oh, forget it. That was a stupid joke)

Anyway, a limp, bleeding Jarven, the dynamic dick duo (lol, jk ), and a droid that would probably be smirking right now if its face could do that.

Ah, well thought Jarven. This will be the last time that I fight in an open war/invasion like this...

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: S0717
Objective: Steal the Show
Allies: Hah. That's a good one. (No, but seriously, [member="Hion the Herglic"] )
Enemies: [member="Lok Jorunn"]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiWA2UWfzdY[/media]​

There was one fundamental difference between the physiques of the Orca-Lord, Hion, and Silara - that being the nimbleness of the Vahla versus the lumbering strength of the whale-sized Sith. As the rebel fell over the hilltop the woman was sprinting to meet him on the other side, aided by the force with every step propelling her forwards at an incredible pace. "Tell me, do you fear?" Her whisper never quite left her lips, but as she advanced on the man's position the words found themselves falling on the ears of all of those within a reasonable distance from the Sith Lord. Unlike the Herglic, Silara had chosen to enter the fight near the enemy lines and just as quickly as she had made her way towards the base of the hill - albeit on the opposite side of [member="Lok Jorunn"] - there arrived a group of opposition that served only to slow her down. There would be no lightning this time, no telekinetic nudges, as she closed her eyes and remembered a time when she had no vision, no gifted sight through cybernetics. The force took over and she moved like water, her entire body shifting and she altered her stance from Makashi to Juyo, towards the six or seven individuals who were close enough to dispatch by hand.

The sound of static reached her ears, the prickling of her scalp warning her of an incoming shot, and the sword in her left hand moved. An uppercut. The blaster bolt was knocked away harmlessly and her feet pushed forwards with an incredible jolt of speed with the sword in her hand immediately coming down like a guillotine, bisecting the armored man that had foolishly assumed that lightsaber resistant armor would protect against a weapon that was designed to be able to pierce exactly that. Judging by how many particles of dust showered the air with the bloody rain it must have been cortosis, a brittle metal to say the least. But she hadn't forgotten the rest, and it wasn't as if they were able to do much about it either. As the sword split muscle and bone she was already in motion, rotating towards the right as she let her momentum carry the weight of the weapon horizontally across the front of the next individual adjacent to the man that was still falling in half, piercing the woman's chest like a pin through a balloon, lightning arcing through the blade as her fingers channeled it, and a slight lean of her body with the push of her free hand, her right, sent the dead woman falling into the man behind her, her body exploding with a shower of electric sparks, sending blood and tissue raining down on the lot of them, herself included. But she was not deterred, and as she felt the warning tug of the force she ducked low, coming down to her knees as she again rotated opposite the turn she had performed before, the blade moving with a loud whistle through the air as it separated the kneecaps of the remaining two standing individuals with a sickening pop.

"Suffer."

Up she rose, and with that momentum she brought up her right hand, lifting the bodies of the three that were still alive. Her palm open, as if she were cradling an egg, and with the clench of her fist their lives were snuffed out like a flame on a match. No remorse.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: S0717 (Hion), (NPCs remain at S0616)
Objective: Destroy Selectivist Airbase
Allies: The Techno Union, [member="Silara Kuhn"]
Enemies: Selectivist Scum, [member="Lok Jorunn"]

NPC

Spoiler

• x24 MA-1 Armored Herglics equipped with x19 BTI-Reaver Repeaters and x5 BTI-HBCs

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Personal Equipment:

Spoiler

• x1 Greatsaber
• x1 BTI-EHP

Dark satisfaction slithered through the ocean of Orcus' Force Rage as he watched his foe's shields overload. He continued to stomp forward, even when the rebel raised a shotgun in his direction and fired off a shot. Orcus hacked the air before him with his greatsaber even as he ran, cutting a trio of slugs from the air. Yet the rest of the tactical buckshot, a spread of up to eight ball-bearing sized pellets, tore into Orcus. At this distance the spread pattern was wide, even for tactical buck. Fire burned along his side, his arms, and his thigh. Warmth saturated his body. Blood.

Eight hundred pounds of Herglic fury powered through. Well divorced from the deadly shock of pain, he used the agony to fuel his Force-induced frenzy. The human would need more than a few mere pellets to bring him down.

The rebel stumbled backward, pushed by an invisible hand. He disappeared behind the ridge.

Orcus clacked his teeth and accelerated. Nimble? No. But the gathered mass and acceleration led to a truly terrifying break-neck speed until he turned a stomp into a forward bound, traversing thirty meters in a Force-enhanced leap. He landed on the ridge, nixing any need for climbing. Rather than immediately striding over the ridge's peak, Orcus decided to loose a bellow directly at the ridge.

"Hauuum!"

The small shockwave slammed into the ridge's top and set off an impromptu rockslide. Lok Jorunn was hunkered directly beneath it. In the wake of the tumbling rocks, Orcus followed, weapons poised.

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Location: S0717 (Lok), S0201 (NPCs)
Objective: Rebel
Allies: [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] (Nearby)
Foes: [member="Vrag"], [member="Kiran Vess"] (Nearby)
Directly Engaging: [member="Hion the Herglic"], [member="Silara Kuhn"]
NPCs: Crimson Aces

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12 x T-65XJ3 X-Wings (Not including Lok's personal X-Wing)

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6 x Scurrg H-6 Bombers (Modified with Bomblet generators) [2 Total Casualties]

Personal Gear:

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Yellow-bladed Lightsaber

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CZ-840 Combat Shotgun (All ammunition types)
CZ-835 Machine Pistol (All ammunition types)
Browncoat Datalogger
Bodo Baas Gunbelt
Military Mobility Shield
Bloodwalker Boots
Beige Rebel Flight Suit w/ Thinsuit

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWig453dPrc​

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Lok felt those allied presences moving forward even before that bastard of a Sith Lady did. Their shock and surprised souls quickly swiftly and coldly ended almost as soon as the whole engagement started, with each man throwing his life in the hands of the fellow soldier to each of their sides. There weren't many of them, not even a squad's worth of courageous men who had made the ultimate sacrifice for this great and noble cause. And now, eight little children would grow up fatherless. They would grow up without the gentle touch of their daddies, their strong and gentle guidance, or their tender voices as they tucked their dear ones in for a bedtime story.

The rebel gave a guttural snarl before he lifted himself up from his cover just as his whale-buddy began his symphony of deafening waves once again. Thankfully, the blast only lasted for about a second, a sufficiently timed wavelength designed to throw the massive boulders and rocks from the peak to tumble down on to the hiding rebel commander. However, Lok was already moving forward with a great deal of his effort enhanced by the Force. A few well-timed leaps allowed the man to clear the incoming debris and sailed over the herglic. One hand aimed downwards and emitted a spark just as he passed over the beast.

He had bigger fish to fry anyways.

[member="Silara Kuhn"] was his target. Lok landed rather easily and brought his weapon up to bear on the Sith Battlelord. She wasn't too far from him, well within the optimal range of his weapon of choice. It didn't even take a second for him to empty an entire magazine of eight slugs fired through double barrels. That was a grand total of four BANG and four FLARE buckshot-style slugs rocketing towards the woman.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Foundry Catacombs
Allies: [member="Raziel"]
Enemies: [member="Nyos Val"]

Fast rides the hunter. And swiftly does a hunter become the prey when he doens't know what he is hunting. This cyborg seemed to think he was the hunter, but in fact, he would be my prey. The X-ray sensors in my helm told me he was highly cybernetic. The Sonar kept me informed on all the little minutia of the cavern. The Target Lock, kept me aware of his position even if he fluttered out of my line of sight. He leapt, just out of reach, the downfall of using the thirds grip. The benefit however was much greater control of the weapon and my own maneuverability. No that he was no longer facing me, he would have trouble judging my path of attack. But now was not the time for the wolf to attack the dog. Now was the time to limit him, cause him to suffer the slow death.

With one hand I released the mace, still moving towards the cyborg, I gripped a grenade. We will see whether it is EMP or Thermal Detonator, but the difference matters little now. The X-Ray sensor told me it lacked Baradium, so that meant EMP. Good. I might have liked to go out with a band before, but now, nothing would keep me down, no decision only involved my own future. I kept my thoughts clear. I could not focus on other matters. There were too many secrets I had to keep to think of them. I charged the Cyborg, Mace in one hand, EMP grenade in the other. He was wounded, hurting, not able to see me coming. When I closed the distance, his attention occupied by the Spymaster I detonated the grenade, its effects disrupting the shockwave generators in my mace, my cloaking device, and the blaster portion of my pistols. The pulse enveloped me, pushing out to reach for the other two men.

 

[Komo]

Location: 0716
Objective: Assist [member="Darth Venefica"] in defeating Jedi
Enemies: [member="Kian Karr"] | Rebel Alliance
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] | Techno Union

After recovering from that rather embarrassing rock fiasco launched by the Kel Dor earlier, Greta was back up on her feet. As expected, the battle raged on between the two. Blows after blows were exchanged between the two as the two force masters fought for domination over one another.

She knew that the Jedi was slightly wounded by the stray blaster bolt that had managed to get through his defences earlier on. The apprentice was about to get into action when she saw the successful strike by the Kel Dor brushing against her master's knee. He had wounded her master. She was enraged.

But in true Sith fashion, the Sith Lord soldiered on, using her pain to fuel to anger and attacks. Using it as a catalyst, her master began her counter-attack. The Jedi proceeded to block the counter-strike but it was but a crudely put-together parry, showing none of the skill of his previous strikes. The barrage of attacks by the Sith Lord were unrelenting, and one of the strikes had managed to bypass his defences, striking his armourweave directly as it bit into his flesh

With the new-found pain in the Jedi's hip, it made him carry out a hastily put together manoeuvre in his desperation. The Kel Dor had swung his body around, balling his left hand into a fist, aiming to throw a punch at her master's jaw. But the apprentice was not about to let that to happen. No. Her master had taken a hit once already, and she was not about to let another land on her. She wanted a piece of the Jedi too.

Charging forward with her Dauntless Combat Blade in hand, Greta would swing the blade around to counter the incoming blow from the Jedi's fist. The glowing red blade would feel like a karking sting on the Jedi fist, and this was gift number two for the the Kel Dor Jedi. It was payback time. The Jedi would do well to receive his gift this time.

She meant well, honest.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: S0717
Objective: Break some dreams.
Allies: Flubber. ([member="Hion the Herglic"])
Enemies: [member="Lok Jorunn"]

Where she had spent the time to crush the bodies of her enemies with the force, something that was probably just a tad bit over-the-top as far as close combat was concerned, her enemy had taken serious advantage over the lumbering buffoon and already had his shotgun trained on her. Luckily for the Vahla she was more than just a natural with a certain force power that her species were famous for, farsight. Much like the run-of-the-mill danger sense, or precognition if you wanted to be fancy, farsight gave even an unaware force user a slight warning, a prickling feeling if you would, of impending danger. Unlike the previous skill, which nearly every padawan to master learned and mastered through their early years, farsight went a step further. While any practitioner of the ability could use it as a means of obtaining visions through the force, a master of the ability - specifically one who had been forced to train with it and alternative means of combat during her apprenticeship due to her then-weak frame - could apply it to combat directly. As with its more passive application, farseeing granted a limited glimpse of what was to come, before it got there, and though split-second changes generally altered these things and made life a living hell for the one performing this ability, it was all the edge the Sith Lord needed to move ever-so-slightly out of the man's direct sight, with much more finesse and far more intentional than her lackluster performance against the Mandalorian Pyhrra Nikita and an anonymous sniper years prior on Empress Teta.

There was no rotation, for even as she moved more shots were unloaded - though the consequences of unloading an entire magazine in under a second meant that accuracy was delegated to the first shot, which in this case was no longer rather precise. Still, where the first two or three rounds made contact with what she could only assume was the ground - she did not bother to look, she simply heard the explosive force of the round - five more had made their way right to her and no amount of force speed could prevent her from being in the projectiles' path. So she did what came to her naturally, the sith sword held by her cybernetic arm rose up and placed the flat of the blade in front of her just in time to catch the full-force of one of the "flare" rounds. A mistake. The moment the round made contact with the surface of the sword she felt immense pressure in the portion of her shoulder where the mechanical arm connected to organic tissue and bone. Pain. The force of the ammunition was far more explosive than she'd been used to, even in shotgun rounds fired in optimal range. Her entire body shuddered and her feet gave way as she slid back, a deafening crack ringing through her ears as the alchemically enhanced blade did what would have spelled the end for any sword made of durasteel - immensely thankful for her choice in using vardium over the conventional metal - and flung up.

The next round, arriving mere fractions of a second later, was met with a return of the sharpened edge of the blade, as if she were chopping down like the blade on a guillotine against the front end of the metal jacket. The result was even more bewildering than the last, the round literally exploding against the edge of the blade and ripping it from her hand from the sheer force of its transference of kinetic energy and the explosive material within. To expect the woman to have been able to stand stock still for the following rounds after such a blow would have been mistaking her with the Herglic that was likely going to twist and shout, instead she found herself knocked straight off her feet trying to pull on the blade with the force, only for it to be blown away - again - by another "bang" round. Where the remaining two went, however, she didn't know or care. Her back was now against the ground, and though dust, sand, and rocky debris clouded the air she could only assume the man wasn't a rookie sharpshooter - especially not with having disarmed the Sith - and that another round or two would soon pepper the ground where she had found herself spent. While she would have loved nothing more than to spend any amount of time thinking of what to do, or jump straight up in her current position, Silara rolled to the right, away from the direction her sword had flown, and pushed herself off the ground as she rolled over her front, feet kicking the ground to propel her slightly into the air where she spun once amid a cloud of dust to land on her hands and feet again. She'd cleared the spot that she had been at prior, but there was no time to slow down. She pushed with her right hand and pulled against the ground with her left foot in order to pivot in the direction of the man that she was mildly impressed with. Quite quickly [member="Lok Jorunn"] would likely find himself facing a bizarre projectile, a sphere of destruction created through the force via Sith magic - a force blast as some called it, though it was not the sort made of air. Any more of those rather frustrating rounds would likely find themselves swallowed by the destructive force.

 

[Raziel]

[member="Draco Vereen"]
[member="Nyos Val"]


[SIZE=9pt]Raziel had never been fond of the more gymnastic forms of saber combat. Whilst he moved quickly in combat, he preferred a smooth transition between postures, Ataru held no interest for him. His own feet never left the ground by more than a few inches. Nyos’ small jump came as a surprise to him. However, it also left the cyborg exposed. Jumping meant that for a small period of time your velocity was out of your control. Raziel’s keen eyes watched the cyborg’s trailing leg and his left blade flicked out ready to strike. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]His short right blade came around to try and deflect the stab, but too late. There was a loud crack as the vibroblade connected with the plastoid plate. Whilst the material was exceptionally durable, such a powerful blow from a vibroblade split the plate. It took a lot of the force out of the blow, and Raziel’s short saber took some more, but the tip of the blade still sliced through flesh like butter, carving a path and nicking his ribs. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Managing to keep his focus, his left saber came around in a perfectly timed strike. The moment Nyos’ right foot hit the floor the saber swept in behind it to strike at the gap between plates and hopefully whatever functioned as the cyborg’s Achilles. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Raziel’s right leg came back, as he pivoted on the left to put the cyborg before him again. Agony ran down his right arm, and his fingers slipped on the hilt. Allowing the saber to fall to the ground, he instead fired another shot from his wrist-mounted paddle beamer. The shot was aimed right at the cyborg’s chest, with very little distance between them. Before he could even start his next move there was a flash of white, followed by a blue pulse of energy. The madman had set off an EMP grenade.[/SIZE]

 

[General Mayhem]

Location: FOB
Enemies: [member="Jarven Zexxel"]
Allies: @dagora kel [member="Orick T'ane"] [member="Prime"] [member="Freanne"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"] and any number of unstable robots.


Mayhem had been called many things in her relatively short life. General. Matriarch. Monster. Killer. Terror. And of course, the name she chose for herself. Mayhem. All of those names had meaning. She was the chaos in the roiling storm. She was someone who embraced and embodied the form of war. Hectic, shifting, adapting, and of course, waiting. Timing was, like in many exercises, a crucial part of war. Her opponent flew into the air, evidently against his will. One of the Sith must be toying with him. Another being shot him in the leg.




She lowered her repeating blaster. "Just say you surrender..." she said calmly. "You're outnubmered and overwhelmed. Surely you don't want to die here?" She said out loud to the suspended man, crawling towards her severed leg and beginning to re-attach it. Her inner arms began repairing the damaged components, replacing them with small bits of scrap from the other defeated droids. Hmm, the actuator was blown. Well, she could at least move the leg, just not at full speed--she'd ave to replace the armor later. She quickly soldered her leg's attenuate circuits back the her hip, slowly, as the angle was a little awkward. She stood up shakily. Not perfect, but decent for battlefield repair. The limb was completely unarmored, though. A good whack would knock it out again.

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: Foundry Catacombs
Objective: Turn the tide
Allies: None Near
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Raziel"]

Nyos was gratified by his successful strike to the Sith/Jedi, having punctured the armor and then the skin. His progression was stopped by the Sith's offhand shoto. The sight of a dropped lightsaber was a good omen of the battle, but that all changed when the Sith was able to strike his back foot, fire off a beam, and an EMP went off.

Thankfully, the saber strike would be as effective as a kick to the back of the leg. Nyos dropped to his right knee, took the beam to the throat and the EMP disabled his armor's systems, including the pack housing his small ally. He felt sorrow for the creature as it would likely die in minutes. On the upside, his limbs and other cybernetic parts absorbed electromagnetic energy thanks to the natural properties of the Pyromium in the pieces and would be unaffected by the blast. Though now without his defense against the Force Users, this would get tricky.

Nyos reacted as fast as he could,ripping the embedded blade out and spinning on his knee, blades out, he aimed for the legs of his enemies. Hopefully it would catch a knee, ankle, or something and potentially drop them to his current level. Nyos would then jump out of his spin away from the pair to rip off his helmet. White hair parted by scars and curcuitry gave way to the red eye of the cyborg and the dislocated jaw. He glared at the two and relocated his jaw manually. With a breath, he returned to them rapidly, although now, his vibroblade was now just a normal sword made to cut flesh and other materials.

First aiming for the Sith, he slashed both blades horizontaly and spun, performing a roundhouse kick aimed for the head of the Sith. He would comtinue his momentum to produce a spinning cross kick towards the Mandalorian that was succeeded by a twin slash aimed for the throat.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: S0717 (Hion), (NPCs remain at S0616)
Objective: Destroy Selectivist Airbase
Allies: The Techno Union, [member="Silara Kuhn"]
Enemies: Selectivist Scum, [member="Lok Jorunn"]

NPC

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• x24 MA-1 Armored Herglics equipped with x19 BTI-Reaver Repeaters and x5 BTI-HBCs

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Personal Equipment:

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• x1 Greatsaber
• x1 BTI-EHP

Mistaking Orcus as the smaller fish was perhaps the worst, and last, mistake Lok would ever make.

Firstly, leaping over seven feet and two inches of Sith Lord is no small feat. The blinding flash that emanated from Lok's palm certainly helped, but only enough to throw Orcus' upward stroke slightly off course. Secondly, jumping over a being whose reach, when combined with the wielded great saber, measured out to about thirteen or fourteen feet was a monumentally bad idea.

When the Herglic swung his gigantic blade upward to meet the leaping rebel, his eyes followed. The flash of luminescence blinded him, but Jedi and Sith rely on more than mere sight. Orcus' saber continued to swing, only now instead of shearing through the intrepid little man from crotch to skull it would more likely sear along his back.

Consequently, when Lok landed he would not land unscathed. He might not have even felt it at first. Perhaps a mere flesh-wound, but Orcus had not yet begun to deal in mortal blows.

Blind, but not daft, Orcus spun around and opened his maw for a third time in the encounter.

"HAUUUUM!"

A destructive shockwave rippled forth, catching the pilot between the anvil of Silara Kuhn's force blast and Orcus' ear-popping, teeth shattering hammer. Orcus' vision slowly returned, filled with spots, as he bore down upon Lok's rear.

Bleeding in half-a-dozen places, but heedless of the wounds, the Herglic didn't wait for his vision to finish clearing. In a single bound he landed behind the pilot. The earth shook. Fueled by Force Rage and already wielding the innate strength of ten men, Orcus struck with hideous might. A single, sweeping blow of the great saber, aimed to bereft Lok of his legs, starting at the right thigh and finishing at the left. Any parry against the strike would be foolhardy and Lok's wrists would most likely snap like twigs under the sheer power behind the dolorous stroke.

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Location: S0717 (Lok), S0201 (NPCs)
Objective: Survive
Allies: [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] (Nearby)
Foes: [member="Vrag"], [member="Kiran Vess"] (Nearby)
Directly Engaging: [member="Hion the Herglic"], [member="Silara Kuhn"]
NPCs: Crimson Aces

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12 x T-65XJ3 X-Wings (Not including Lok's personal X-Wing)

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6 x Scurrg H-6 Bombers (Modified with Bomblet generators) [2 Total Casualties]

Personal Gear:

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Yellow-bladed Lightsaber

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CZ-840 Combat Shotgun (All ammunition types)
CZ-835 Machine Pistol (All ammunition types)
Browncoat Datalogger
Bodo Baas Gunbelt
Military Mobility Shield
Bloodwalker Boots
Beige Rebel Flight Suit w/ Thinsuit

He was caught between a rock and a hard thing.

Snapping a fresh magazine of the same ammo variant into his shotgun took only a second, a useful skill well-practiced on the frontlines. However, there would be no use of the newly reloaded weapon. He'd managed to leap over that monster of a herglic earlier without any scathing from a broadsword-style greatsaber, though Lok was only able to do so through great use of the Force and lots of luck.

And his luck just ran out.

That Sith wench conjured up something the Valkyri had never seen before, a dark sphere projected into existence out of nothing but sheer hate and abominable thoughts. His spidey-senses Force senses kicked in the moment the whale started moving back towards him. That black fireball was incoming as well, and Lok had nothing else to throw at it besides himself. The darkness crashed into him just as he threw his arms up to intercept the blast, pushing as much strength as he could muster into a Force Barrier. While the barrier greatly absorbed much of the sphere's power, it still came at him like a bowling ball.

It hit him like a flaming plastoid round fired out of a shotgun.

Right in the chest, almost dead center. It threw him backwards into the wake of the sonic wave bellowed forth by Hion, burns searing his entire body. "Urgh!" He cried out, miraculously keeping a tight grip upon 'ol reliable as he flew through the air right into the long, sweeping arc of the herglic's greatsaber. The man was too awkwardly angled in mid-flight for the saber to do any damage to his legs - but his firing arm, that was an entirely different thing.

The herglic's greatsaber tore right through the muscle, bone, and tendon of Lok's right arm. It didn't bleed as the energy blade merely instantly cauterized it, but it cleaved off an entire limb just inches above his elbow. The rebel commander gave another panicked start just as he crashed onto the craggy ground, feet away from the edge of a cliff.

Weaponless, armless, and wounded. What was he supposed to do?

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: S0717
Objective: Do the deed.
Allies: [member="Hion the Herglic"]
Enemies: [member="Lok Jorunn"]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mV7bND-_KdI[/media]​

Silara did not see the impact of her force blast with the man's force barrier, much less see the force barrier itself. While Hion had presumably recovered from his temporary blindness, she could hear the ringing in her ears even now, Silara had made her way to her sith sword, intent on retrieving the blade. It didn't take more than several seconds, less time than it took her to lose it to begin with, but by the time she'd retrieved it and turned her attention back on the man who was now clearly a force user to her - though with a presence in it that had been so heavily dampened by the tens of other masters on the field that she hadn't really noticed with how little the rebel had used the force to begin with, at least against her. The scene she saw play out? The removal of Lok's arm and his chest being brutally bashed against by the destructive sphere, though she could tell he must have used some sort of technique with the force in order to reduce the damage, as the power of the technique alone had ended the life of another Sith Lord years prior. Judging by how much time had passed between the moment that she had used the ability to the point that she had watched it strike him, she could only assume that he either had used a barrier of the force or had somehow siphoned off its power - judging by the missing arm she presumed the former.

Of course it was obvious that the insatiable whale-man would probably try to execute the man on the spot - something that she would have done, had he not survived a combined, albeit sloppy, effort from two Sith Lords - so it only stood to reason that the reasonable woman would intervene, if only to give him a choice as to whether he died or not. "Surrender and seize the strength of the dark side. If you embrace it you will survive. Reject it and it will spell your demise." The Sith Lord said, returning to the Herglic and the Rebel with her sword in hand, still at the ready. "This is your defining moment, where you may learn from your failure and become something far greater. You needn't become a Sith, simply accept the dark side for its power, its glory, and you will live and become more powerful than you have ever known." She added, reiterating the potential reward for his willing corruption and also failing to reintroduce the punishment if he were to reject. Positive reinforcement, works wonders sometimes. She raised her right hand towards the Orca-Lord, as if gesturing for him to wait and to allow the rebel his chance at life - or his choice for death. For a moment she amused herself with the thought of the rebel reaching for the dark side to lash out at her with the force, with lightning. A small smirk made its way to her face, and she smiled knowingly.

 

[Prime]

Objective: Kill. Maim. Slaughter.
Allies: Techno Union Runtimes @Orick T’ane
Enemies: Rebel Alliance Runtimes [member="Oddball"]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]1418[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Units of background noise that I'm too lazy to count[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Engaging other NPC Background Hoo-has[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA1 Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/34236-ta1-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (120) -> (93)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA2 Super Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/38899-ta2-super-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (54)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA4 Ultra Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/49776-ta4-ultra-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (16)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Icon-class Personal Shieldshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/58619-icon-class-personal-energy-shield/[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Following Prime to rid the galaxy of one more failed science experiment[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA4 Ultra Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/49776-ta4-ultra-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (3) -> (2)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Icon-class Personal Shieldshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/58619-icon-class-personal-energy-shield/[/SIZE]
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Prime was ready for this war to be over. The unit was injured. The unit knew when the conflict was over it would be repaired. Reborn all shiny and chrome. Prime desired this. As much as a genocidal droid COULD want. The Techno Union made damn sure that Prime would be tempered even if Marek didn’t want the droid actually tampered with. But it now had its droid units coming in and attacking where the Clone stood. Stepping into the fray, comfortable with the odds it had now, able to hide behind other units to keep its own survival rate up, the unit looked around.

Firing, most directed in the direction of the clone, but a lot of spray directed at killing the nearest organic that was not registered as a Techno Union runtime.

Would God-Creator-Ally Orick be able to survive this rush? Prime’s internal computer assumed so.

Prime was not relenting.

 

[Raziel]

[member="Nyos Val"]

Waves of pain rolled across his body from the stab wound. His warm blood tricked down the inside of his armour suit, the armourweave sticking painfully to the open wound. The seemingly invincible Cyborg twisted back around and slashed at his legs. The signature sound of the vibroblade was absent, and Raziel dropped a knee to take the blow just above it. The painful blow would leave a dreadful bruise across his thigh, but the armourplast held.

The cyborg leapt away, and Raziel was grateful for the reprieve. He did not stand idle whilst the Cyborg backed away, but also retreated a short distance, leaving Draco between them. The Force returned to him. Often he wondered on whether the Force had a will of its own. Most times he thought of it as a simple field, reacting to those who could manipulate its energies. There was something in the way it rippled around him as his fury built, almost as if excited by his raw emotions.

The spymasters wrath was usually acted upon in slow time. A patient hunter, he usually plotted for months on end when vengeance was required. As the Cyborg rather oddly decided to take off his helmet mid battle, his tempestuous anger was unleashed. Raziel snarled within his own helmet as the pain fuelled his rage. His fists curled as he watched the cyborg reset his jaw.

There was a thunderous rumble that echoes across the cavern. Another followed shortly after. Bullets and grenades, lightsabers and blasters. Nothing had more than a token effect on the ridiculously indestructible cyborg. But strength was a matter of scale. No matter how tough the man, he could never hold up the mountain.

It was not a mountain that Raziel lifted with his rage, yet two great stalactites several metres across and weighing tonnes each were an exponential increase on the rocks he had previously thrown.

Get in his path! He instructed to the mandolrian, urging him to take the cyborg’s charge. The first of the stalactites swept a path towards the cyborg parallel to the ground, the second came from above, if he tried to jump the first, this would catch him.

 

[Corey's OOC]

[SIZE=9pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] NPCS 1317, firing on 0511 with Redeemers and J-1 Artillery, Because droids just do what they do[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Chicken Chimichangas [member="Tmoxin Temi"], if she stays out of the way, [member="Darth Carach"] if Marek doesn’t try to suck the Force out of him[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Formatting, Terrorist Alliances of Super Friends, and the Jedi Zealot [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Beat up the Pink Jedi[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]NPCs that no one is caring about now?[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]TA3 Tactical Droids (5)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Command Variant Vector LAV (1)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]§ ACS-405 Enhanced Vehicle Sensor Suite[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]§ ACS-404 Active Protection System[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]§ ACS-401 Tank Enhancement Kit[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]§ Anvilskin Composite-Ceramic Armor[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]RE-1 RedEye Probe Droids (10)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Hailfire-class Battle Droids (20)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]§ Icon-class Personal Shielding[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ACS-501 Redeemer Battle Tanks (4)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]J-1 Semi Autonomous Artillery (8)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]TA4 Ultra Battle Droids (20)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]§ Paragon-class Personal Shielding[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]§ ACS-205 ADWS w/ Viper 2 Grenade Launchers[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]Music[/SIZE]
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oH5wQc1rb5Q[SIZE=9pt]

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Peregrus didn’t know how to quit. Not yet. The battle was still raging and Peregrus was going to keep the pressure up. Marek? Marek was along for the ride and he wasn’t so sure he disagreed with the true darkness within him. This war needed to end, and the best way to go through that? Eliminate all those who have stepped up against them.

The telekinetic throws were going on and Peregrus was diving deep into the darkness, strengthening the storms winds, and focusing on Sera. What he couldn’t do was crash the storm in, break the eye of it, because the Storm needed to continue. After this duel? There were still Rebels that needed to be eliminated and the storm needed to continue.

Looking to Carach, a very Marek trait, he nodded. Taking a step back, Peregrus made the hand motion that was required to activate the change in the left arm of his armor. From there? He took a knee and his Phade Prosthetic arm opened up to unleash its main firing function at the Jedi.

Marek wanted a Margarita.