Techno Union Invasion of Rebel Alliance Geonosis

[Darth Metus]

Objective: Duel of the Fates
Location: FOB
Allies: Deeeez Nuts
Enemies: [member="Oddball"]

The Dar'manda had anticipated some degree of movement on the part of the clone. After all, he was getting droid parts flung at his face. However, he did not anticipate a full-fledged roll in the opposing direction; one that would see his saber swing hit air harmlessly. Despite this fact, Dagora recovered by stepping back a few paces once more. Saber at the ready, he mustered the presence of the Force once more. Falling mightily upon him, the energies saturated into his muscles and bones, affording him inhuman reflexes for the moment.

He had brought a saber to a gunfight. As such, dodging bullets was going to be essential.

Dagora watched as the Clone recovered in the meantime. The assault rifle characterized by explosive ordnance was swiftly replaced by a handgun. A trio of rapid shots were fired at the Dar'manda, and his force-augmented reflexes responded. The first two were sidestepped without much issue, yet the third grazed his pauldron. The resulting bang, although glancing was enough to cause the man to stagger back a few more paces.

"Dammit Oddball, you need to see the larger picture." he seethed. "One. Many of your siblings stabbed me in the back, long before Norongachi hung me out to dry. Two, I am here for many reasons. I am here to further my aspiration, one that will see us never subjected to beings like Akala again. I am here to avenge the damage your Rebels have wrought against my company. I did not come here to kill you son, so I will give you one opportunity."

At this point, he extended his offhand. "Stop fighting me and trust me. There are things I am fighting for that you would need to see to believe. Stand by my side as you always have." Of course, Dagora had to assume that the young clone would try to shoot him...again...so he maintained his focus.

[member="Oddball"]

Spoiler: NPC Units

BACKGROUND NOISE, KARKING FINALLY

Spoiler: Loadout

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

 

[Juwiela Melec]

Location: 0510 --> 1418
Objective: Make things 'splode
Allies: [member="Sannika Brynn"], [member="Thane Drexel"], Rebels
Enemies: [member="Ayden Cater"], Techno Union

Spoiler

Forces:

• RA SPA-1F Rooster (10)
• Wingmates: Incom T-65 X-wing, Corvus Interceptor, Nevermore bomber

Ship:

• Incom T-65 X-wing

Those replies of confirmation were just what Juwiela wanted to hear. With everyone present and accounted for, or at least those that would be arriving for this show, it was time to move on and demonstrate just why the Alliance's finest were a force to be reckoned with. It was high time something be done about those enemy starfighters, and they were just the ones to handle things. This time all members present were veterans of both the Rebels and the squadron itself, meaning that things would hopefully smooth over nicely. Any mistakes made the first time had been noted and accounted for, with everyone now prepared to give it their all once more. Hopefully this time their adversaries wouldn't know what hit them, because she wasn't certain if they would be able to muster this strength a third time.

It seemed for once they weren't alone in the air, as an enemy fighter squadron was making passes on those Rebel soldiers groundside and currently occupied elsewhere. They were facing skilled pilots this time, she would hand them that, but that didn't mean they would back down so easily. They took the name Rebels for a reason, and while that may have made the ragtag group nothing more than a nuisance to some, they hadn't made it this long on luck alone. And as the request for an airstrike came through the comms, she was reminded of how unified their front really was. Every individual depended upon the other for survival, regardless of their positions. It was war that truly put those bonds to the test.

"We've got birds up here with us now. I want our heavy hitters where we were requested. Straw Hat, you can continue playing escort. Wild Turkey, it's up to you whether you want to accompany them or tangle with our friends instead. Either way, eyes up and stay safe." They weren't just another military. The Rogues and all others were a tightly knit group, and would always remain that way. "The rest of you stick on with me." Keeping communications open between all wings of the squadron she broke off with both the other X-wing and the Corvus Interceptor pilots following, the Nevermore peeling off to drop a portion of its payload at the coordinates that had been relayed. A divided front may not have been the most secure strategy in the skies, but they would make it out one way or another.

Despite her title as Rogue Leader and being one of the longest serving pilots of the Rebel Alliance, this would be her first real dogfight that transcended above shaking off any enemy fighters in order to continue with the mission as it had been specified. Having experienced being shot down only once before, she had no desire to experience those same trials once again. Being taken as a prisoner of war once was enough, though she knew this time their enemies were just as likely to execute her right away as they were to hold her for an extended period of time. That itself gave reason enough to all but require their victory, and as she zipped through the air towards the other squadron, bobbing and weaving in order to avoid any stray laserfire, that sentiment only increased.

 

[Oddball]

Location: Techno Union FOB
Objective: Deal with father issues
Allies: Hope
Enemies: [member="Dagora-Kel"]

Listening to his Father's words Oddball wanted to say yes desperately, he wanted to go with him and be back by his side and just be his son, to others he was just clone but to his father he was more than that. Oddball's mind raced as a bead of sweat ran down face beneath the helmet, his father was offering to take him back and forgive everything. But Oddball's mind flashed back to Druckenwell and how the shipyards were falling atop him and his men, all they could do was flee with Canal and watch as billions died while they lived.

"You weren't there." Oddball said loud enough for Dagora to hear but soft enough to emphasize his point that it was laced with pain.

"You and the rest of the galaxy may of forgotten but I haven't! You don't hear their screams every night! And you didn't have to watch as children tried to grab on to our gunship but we could do nothing about it!" Oddball grew more angry and he leveled his pistol at Dagora.

"You taught us that there was no right and wrong, good or evil, only choices. And you made your choice to side with the killers of children and the dark lords of the One Sith. I see what kind of freedom you bring and it sickens me, and to stand by your side would be to stand by the sides of those who killed my brothers and sisters, and killed YOUR CHILDREN!" Oddball yelled his last two words then cocked the hammer back on the massive pistol.

His pistol wavered for a moment and he his breathing quickened, as the pistil stood level with Isley's face. He wrapped his finger around the trigger but he couldn't pull it. Not like this, he couldn't bring himself to do it. As explosions and blasters raged around the two of them he lowered his pistol and stared at the man beneath his visor. He was his father and creator and to shoot him after offering peace would be against everything involving honor and glory that Dagora had taught them growing up. Since they were just children going down to the rifle range or being briefed by Isley himself in the ways of war.

Oddball didn't know what to say to the man, he didn't want him to leave, there was only silence in the chaos and a feeling of emptiness that was the place he held the love for his father. A tear rolled down his face and he just didn't have the words to say to the man anymore.


NPC: Background noise

Spoiler

NPCs
140 Rebel Troopers with jet packs
75 with blaster rifles
40 with rocket launchers
13 with LMG blasters
15 with anti tank sniper rifles
3 drop ships

Oddball's gear

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Weapons
Viccae Assault Rifle.
The Good Samaritan.
DC-18

Grenades
Ray shield grenade.
Particle shield grenade

Gadgets
Exosuit.
Augmented Shooting Tool.
Ysalamari.

Armor
Clone Commando Armor

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Location: Orbit -> 0814 (If anyone is here already please PM me as I only skimmed and I will edit my post to a new, empty spot)
Objective: Land
Allies: Rebels / Republic
Enemies: The One Techno Sith Union
NPC Force:
3x Valkyrie Heavy Dropship
6x Z-50T Siege Tank
2x Z-10T Main Battle Tank
80x Republic Soldiers

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

Do you ever feel already buried deep six feet under?
Screams but no one seems to hear a thing
Do you know that there's still a chance for you
'Cause there's a spark in you?

You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine​

"Master Jedi? We've been cleared for departure and will be exiting hyperspace momentarily. The Valkyrie's are prepped and loaded. Tanks are in place and the troops are boarding. We've arranged a spot for you in Strike Team Phoenix. The LZ is hot, and we expect heavy resistance. Rebel and Republic forces are scattered throughout the terrain both above and below the surface. The hives are littered with Geonosians, and we're not entirely certain what else. What we do know is that there is a vast array of heavy artillery on both sides, so we must be cautious with our deployment. The Republic is not here in full force, and we do not have an accurate estimate as to the forces of the Rebels, though this isn't the first time they've been invaded by the puppets of the One Sith."

Sera's eyes fixated on the Commander as he briefed her on the situation of the battle. Their forces had been delayed for some time, and they were just now arriving to the fray. She had no idea as to what she would uncover on this planet full of sentient insects. Unlike the species that inhabited the Roche, the Geonosians always made her skin crawl. Regardless, this was the heart of the Rebel Alliance, and she would do what she could to prevent the collapse and further the agenda of, for the sake of repetition, the Sith puppets.

"Understood, Commander. Let's not keep them waiting any longer." With that, she rose and followed the man to the Valkyrie which she would deploy from. Her face was cold, calm, and focused. She knew what waited beneath her feet, on that dustbowl of a planet. Sith. Up the loading ramp she followed behind the troops as they boarded and took their seats. They were eager to be getting underway, and even if they had nerves of steel, she could feel the anxiety growing in the vicinity. War. What is it good for? Death. That's really all. Needless death to appease the governments for which each side fought for. The politics, the schemes, the deals, and the greed of these figureheads fueled the insatiable conquest. She would ensure that this beacon of light would be seen as it fired through the atmosphere to the ground below.

"Vessels disengaging. Travel time to surface is estimated to be thirty minutes. LZ will be hot. Vehicle and troop deployment will be immediate. Evac in sector 637.245 in 72 hours. Good luck, and may the Force be with us all." The ship shook it lifted off, closing the landing gear and began the trek towards the surface of Geonosis. She could feel a disturbance in the Force, and a feeling of angst washed over her as she felt in her gut that a certain someone ( [member="Darth Venefica"] ) was already here. Complications already present before even landing? Fantastic. She had heard however, that [member="Kian Karr"] and [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] were to be here as well, though she assumed they had already made it planetside.

Once they had breached the atmosphere of Geonosis the Valkyries prepped their Electromagnetic Plasma Cannons in anticipation for any potential resistance. The soldiers with her would be accompanied by their Revenant Class-A mobile armor suits, to accommodate for the rough terrain of Geonosis, and to better identify targets. As the dropships broke for the landing sight at 0814, the tanks would be released from the underbelly of each of the Valkyrie ships, and immediately vacated the immediate landing site to make way for the ships themselves. Once on the ground, the remaining 5 tanks would be deployed first, followed shortly by the 90 infantry within the three ships. This would be completed in rapid succession to prevent possible interference from nearby forces. Once the forces had been deployed the dropships would return to the air to provide overhead support. The EMP cannons would provide immense firepower if necessary, however Sera would immediately break away from the forces and proceed south to seek out the Sith. The Republic army did not need her to conduct their operation, as she was no general.

Onward through the rough terrain she would travel...Searching...

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Location: 0616
Objective: Save life of another
Allies: [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
Enemies: [member="Adekos"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="Kiran Vess"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8IC9pLEu7E​

Improvisations rarely worked, yet there was no reason to abandon them when all hope was lost. When Thanewulf put up her name on the list for this mission, she knew the odds were vastly against them, with anything but utter defeat practically implausible. Actually, this was the exact reason why the red-maned Coruscanti decided to aid the Rebel Alliance, when all other support dwindled. Standing against an enemy so omnipotent did not elicit fear from the diminutive Jedi, but a sense of composure brought about a likely fate she was about to suffer. Unlike most of her peers, Tionne did not fear death, for she knew that it was but an inevitable onset of eternal bond with the Force. Everyone she ever secretly cared about and admired, her friends from the Old Jedi Order, had already transgressed into the ether. To be reunited with them, was Thanewulf's foremost wish.

A wish that would possibly be granted soon. The heavy fire coming from the south hit its mark precisely, tearing apart through flesh of soldiers like machete through jungle bush. In a few moments, the first line of men was completely massacred, the scent of burnt flesh and their screams ripping through the air. Thanewulf turned her speederbike sharply in the opposite direction and disembarked next to Tugoro who seemed completely petrified. She felt responsible for failing to deliver her initial plan, but also culpable for telling him to follow her here.
"Get on the bike. Now!" she commanded and pushed the young man towards his getaway vehicle - "I am not going to tell you twice! Find Master Shel'tah!"

Her eyes then turned to the soldiers which Tugoro just condemned to death, before a golden-yellow blade ignited to protect them from incoming blaster fire, at least those who started to retreat by panically running northwards. Just as she gave Tugoro enough time to leave, a blast directed several feet in front of her sent her flying through the air. Another bolt grazed her shoulder, burning through the cotton wrapping and onto her skin. Tionne fell to the ground, face first in the red dirt. The sheer impact had knocked her unconscious, as she now lay surrounded by lifeless bodies of soldiers that fell victim to the immaculate war machine that was the Techno Union.

 

[Zola]

Location: S0616
Objective: Destroy Selectivist Airbase, roll eyes at Adekos
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Adekos"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Cractius Stretus"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Kiran Vess"]
Enemies: [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

Spoiler

Equipment:

• Obsidian Armor
• Lightsaber
• Confessor's whip

The next few minutes for Jemmila were pure chaos. The Techno Union's troops and canons began firing over the ridge at what Jem presummed to be Rebel forces, but the blasted Geonosian dust was so thick she couldn't be sure. Rebel proton torpedos came hurling towards their position, only to be downed in mid-air by the Techno Union's CRAM Spiders. Adekos was snapping at her, telling her not to move until the explosions had stopped. Jemmila's knee jerk reaction was usually to do the opposite of what Adekos told her, especially when he used that scathing tone, but as another proton torpedo went sailing through the sky, she decided that it was in her best interest to listen to him for once. As they moved along with the MTAT, she heard sniper fire again, and a stray bullet grazed her helmet. Sithspit, that was the closest of calls!

There was fire on the ground as well as fire in the sky, blasters and railguns, and in the middle of it a big whale-like warrior making lots of dust with his flippers. Was there ever such a thing as ridiculous overkill? Never! When the amber dust settled and there was a break in the explosions, the Hapan Apprentice spied some enemy soldiers that were still standing, [member="Blane Nightfall"] and [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], and one lying on the ground [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]. Momentarily emerging from behind cover, Jem called the Force into her body, letting it fill every molecule with the Dark Side, and began to unearth small boulders from the ridge, which she sent flying towards the enemy at high velocity. The rocks were not big and not too heavy, but the stony projectiles shot like miniature comets from the sky. The rain of earth falling so fast from the atop the ridge would be surely be enough to concuss some of the unlucky soldiers who were positioned underneath her storm.

Jem was still crouched next to Adekos and the MTAT. So technically, the Hapan warrior didn't defy any of Adekos' orders. At least that's how she saw it anyway.

 

[Vrag]

Location: S0616
Objective: Bloody murder.
Allies: [member="Kiran Vess"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Raziel"] | [member="Aron Rodrie"] | [member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Death's Hand"] | [member="Orick T'ane"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Zhol Kash Dinora"] | [member="Adekos"] | [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] | [member="Hion the Herglic"] | [member="Morgan Redeaux"] | [member="Abraxas"]
Enemies: [member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Nyos Val"] | [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] | [member="Blane Nightfall"]

Spoiler: NPC

Location: S0919 [Artillery and 20 troops] | S0616 [The rest]
Forces:

Spoiler: NPC

· 145-10= 135 Blackblades & 5 Armored Royal Guards
· 2 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=wCtEmXBvuI4​

When one went to battle with a force that was decidedly colder, deadlier and less honorable, one had to go with little hope for victory. There was something to be said for optimism, but it did nobody any good when they were lying face-first in their own blood. An unmarked, shallow grave was all that these rebels were going to get in the wastes of Geonosis, forgotten and mourned by no-one.

There many things she wished to do as she regarded the pathetic, cowering ranks of the enemy before, their numbers already decimated by discipline and technology of the future. Those that were still alive weren't going to be much longer, and the only logical choice seemed to make a run for it.

Too bad the MACAU were still circling around the opposition at breakneck speeds, making an escape a nigh impossible task; and even if someone were skilled and lucky enough to duck out, the tanks, the walker, or the AT-AW were bound to turn them into another charred spot on the red soil of the dead planet.

Even as she watched allied fire rain down on the foe's position, the Sith could see the distinctive gleam of a Jedi's blade wink into existence. Yellow, she noted, her cool blue eyes narrowing behind the impassive visage of her helmet. Before she could make a move to engage the potential threat, however, that same allied fire took care of it.

A most annoyed noise escaped her chest, and the Hand of the Dark Lord grumbled a few choice words in her native tongue, reaching for the carbine on her back. "You five, with me," she motioned to the Royal guard, leaving the Blackblades to fire and kill at will. They were finally in striking distance, and Vrag wasn't by far the only one yearning to spill some blood.

Kiran was already in action, eager to tear into the enemy like a beast possessed, and she doubted his engineered fellow was far behind. Not one to be outdone, the Sith herself sprang into action, relishing the reeling of Vonduun against her straining muscles as she cut into the lines of her adversaries, the trademark red betraying her allegiances. An eerie leer had her mouth stretched into a deathly grin, sharp as a knife and of similar sensibilities, her imposing form parting the sea of soldiers before her as she made for the last target of worth.

Not that the enemy moved out of her way by choice, mind you; Vrag could be very… persuasive when she wanted to be, and looking like devil incarnate certainly helped speed things along. For the warlord, this was just another melée, another dance of the blade and the wrist, of the shoulder and the hips. The things she missed were readily deflected and absorbed by Skerr Kyrric, its spikes coiling and reaching for the flesh of the bleeding soldiers with an infectious hunger.

"Do you want to die like a coward, boy?!" she roared across the field of battle, the empty red sockets of the skull lingering on the form of [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] as she cut down another of his men.

"Or do you want to die like a man?"

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Location: S0916
Objective: Be dope
Allies: [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Raziel"] | [member="Aron Rodrie"] | [member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Death's Hand"] | [member="Orick T'ane"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Zhol Kash Dinora"] | [member="Adekos"] | [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] | [member="Hion the Herglic"] |[member="Morgan Redeaux"] | [member="Abraxas"]
Enemies: [member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Nyos Val"] | [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] | [member="Blane Nightfall"]

Death fell quickly.

The sound of his Annihilator ringing again and again struck Kiran as a sort of musical. The troops around him screamed with the sear of plasma etching into their chests, bright red burning into his sight as each round struck home. He pulled the trigger again and again, firing in a monotonous tune that played across his ears.

He shifted. Every step was like a precarious move in a dance, bringing him closer and closer to the enemy. The Annihilator ran out of charge, its bulky power-pack jumping free only seconds before Kiran slammed another one into place.

The Zeltron stopped for a second, the battle around him stalling for a few seconds as the Blackblades clashed with the enemy troops. He watched for a second, his eyes drifting towards the enemy lines, following the path of the Sith Lord as she swept her way forward towards a Jedi. He spotted the burning lightsaber, deep yellow. His gaze shifted to Vrag, then back at the Jedi.

A blaster bolt seared by his head, and Kiran turned.

The Annihilator shifted, and its barrel pulsed as another glob of plasma spewed forth and consumed the offending soldier.

He shifted again, hand falling to the holster at his side as he dropped the spent Annihilator and pulled free his own blaster. With a quick trot he followed after Vrag, determined to end this all quickly.

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Location: S0510 (Air Base) -> S0916
Objective: Eliminate hostile (Sith/Techno Union) forces; ensure survival of Rebel Alliance.
Allies: [member="Thane"] Drexe, [member="Tionne Thanewulf"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
Foes: [member="Vrag"], [member="Hion the Herglic"], [member="Adekos"], [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"], [member="Kiran Vess"]
NPCs: Crimson Aces

Spoiler

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

Spoiler

8 x Scurrg H-6 Bombers (Modified with Bomblet generators)

War always threw the first punch. It was always Lok Jorunn and his associates to block it, counter it, or ultimately collapse from the initial strike. However, today, he had absolutely no intention of following the latter possibility. It had been a rather dry and dull day here on Geonosis and the Crimson Aces were here to make modifications upon their newest starships gifted to them by the Galactic Republic and otherwise try these new bad boys out in the craggy mesas and rocky plains. Those plans were cut short by the blaring of klaxons and sirens, alerting the whole system of the impending Techno Union invasion fleet and orbital assault forces.

Lunch was halted halfway through when the first sirens wailed. Lok and the Crimson Aces stuffed one last spoonful of grub into their mouths before donning flightsuits, running pre-flight maintenance checks with their astromechs, and muttering last-minute prayers to their diverse assortment of gods and deities. As for Lok, the gods he once worshiped were long gone in the past. He was his own god, despite the groaning chirps and warbles of the R2 droid seated just behind him.

"Wheeoo, wheet." Lucky interjected Lok's thoughts pointedly, "Beep."

"Of course I know they got anti-air assets. What kinda invasion force wouldn't bring along those little deathtraps?" The pirate grumbled, begrudgingly pulling his hair back to slip on his flight helmet. "All I need ya to do, Lucky, is keep a semblance of your namesake - for my sake. That, and deploy countermeasures when I say so."

Another staunchly rebellious chortle.

"Get with the program, rust bucket. I don't wanna end up scrapin' you outta this Geonosis dirt." The X-Wing thrummed to life happily, along with the cacophony of replies by the rest of the Crimson Aces.

"Whirp, blop."

"Good luck to you too."

And with that, Lok and the Aces took off from the air base. Artillery shells were already smashing into shored up defenses, screams and orders were being shouted above the confusion. With the amount of incoming firepower, it was simply astounding that the Aces made it out of there without a single scratch.

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Currently on the move from 0511 south toward [member="Darth"] Venefic's forces (heading toward 0716)
Objective: Hunt some Sith
Enemies: Techno Union, [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Greta Kohler"]
Allies: Rebel Alliance, [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], [member="Tionne Thanewulf"], [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

Spoiler

NPC Forces:
250 x Republic Commandos
25 x EMBU Droids
25 x YVH-2 Droids

Kian's soldiers were in position and Kian found himself out ahead, using the force and the cover of the rocky slop to hide himself as he maneuvered toward the figure he had seen. His soldiers had arrived and gotten into position too late to save the small unit out ahead of the main force, but it had bought them the time needed to lay the ambush.

"Commander," Kian said into his comm, "It is a go!" Kian said darting across a small, shadowy patch and quickly getting behind a larger rock alcove.

No sooner had the words left Kian's mouth that the sound of popping and cracking rang out across the plan. Kian's soldiers had nestled down along a rocky ridge, elevated slightly from the force that the Sith had just dispatched. They needed that elevation to stand any chance against the mechanical forces that the Sith had brought to bear against them. Kian's soldiers were well trained and they had a small contingent of YVH-2 and EMBU droids with them, but they lacked the heavy fire power to take on the droids directly.

That was why they had set charges along the rocky slop. They needed to make the terrain as unpassable as possible. The all terrain vehicles would certainly not be stopped, but if they could be slowed, then the Republic forces might be able to disable them and deal with the smaller, elite force of One Sith soldiers.

But none of this was Kian's concern. The military officers were now in charge of the battle. Kian had bigger fish to fry as he slowly began to move around, putting himself into a position to do an ambush of his own. Stepping out from the small cove of rocks, Kian dropped down to within a few yards of [member="Darth Venefica"], his lightsaber held in his hand but not activated. Kian's mind quickly scanned the face of his opponent and tried to come up with a number of potential targets. Kian knew the One Sith rank of Sith very, very well....but he couldn't be possible of his identification of the Sith Lord before him.

"I don't suppose you'd care to surrender?" Kian asked, turning his head to the side to acknowledge the other Sith as well ([member="Greta Kohler"]), presumably an apprentice of the Lord before him. As the words left Kian's mouth, his lightsaber sprang to life, the silver blade thick thanks to the use of a Solari crystal.

"It would save us a great deal of time and strife." Kian said as the first shots of battle began to be fired from his soldiers in the distance. Kian very often gave Sith the opportunity to surrender....though he'd yet to find one who took it. But, then again, he supposed in the reversed situation, Kian wouldn't take the offer either.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Location: 0616>0814
Objective: Rescue
Allies: RA, [member="Tionne Thanewulf"], [member="Kian Karr"], [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
Enemies: TU, [member="Vrag"], [member="Adekos"]

After landing with his small group of nine, Tugoro would turn to watch as the enemy forces began their advance, unleashing their weapons upon their merry little gangs location. Given there was still some distance to be closed before they met face to face, the young Knight would lift his wrist communicator into his mouth, issuing a few commands to the military forces at his disposal. The shuttle that had dropped them off had already turned around, making its way behind the tall red dune in order to get some cover. Speaking with its pilot and the four who currently manned the bombers in the sky, Tugoro would tell them to standby and prepare for a convergence on his location. The squad members would begin to scramble as the barrage of enemy fire arrived, immediately mowing down six of the men who hadn't been prepared.

Utilizing their jetpacks, the three main members of Strike Squad would manage to evade death, rocketing themselves across the ground in short intervals to alternate behind cover. It was impossible to stay in one place, for the attackers were relentless with their powerful weaponry. Tugoro knew this all well, for he had been busy employing his prowess over the burst of speed technique, slowing his perception of the world around him while increasing the rate in which he moved. In doing this, the boy was also able to avoid death temporarily, knowing that he couldn't keep it up forever. That's why he had planned for a distraction, one that would hopefully buy enough time in order to get Tionne away, who had just been unfortunately downed by the enemy. Speeding around the field as a blur, Tugoro was wary of his surroundings as he continued to duck and dodge, darting from here to there.

Though, as he moved, he felt the dark side begin to taint the air, apparently summoning projectiles at the gang. They would hurl forth in the shape of unearthed dirt, hoping to do some damage as they advanced rapidly. The young Knight would have no problem avoiding these with his prowess in force speed, but he would have to aid the others if they were to be safe. Skidding to a temporary halt in front of the stream of earth, Tugoro would through up a large force barrier, his power in the force enabling him to bat them away with ease. Of course, he couldn't keep this up forever, and so he would continue to buy time. The shuttle would return, making itself apparent as it curved around the tall dune to the west.

The squadron of four Longshot bombers would also arriv e after a few moments, breaking over the top of that very same dune at top speeds, passing the shuttle with ease and advancing on the enemy forces. After closing the distance, each of the bombers would begin to break off from their formation one by one, making a sharp turn as they pressed a button. Their warhead bays would open, spraying down the combined efforts of two hundred and eighty eight thermal detonators upon the enemy. The explosives would be laid width wise, scattering across the desert stretch and just breaching the enemy's front lines. The thermal detonators would go off, creating massive explosions of debris that would strike up clouds of dust and hopefully do a bit of damage.

Any soldiers or vehicles within the blast radius would be feeling the pain, if not a little seeing as the tactic was merely a distraction. The pilots flying the Longshots would continue their own retreat, attempting to fly away before getting shot down. The bombers were durable and nicely shielded, but it was still a possibility. Having picked up the unconscious Tionne, Tugoro would speed over towards his teammates, who had begun to gather as the shuttle nearby advanced. It had slowed down, allowing the armored individuals to fly upwards with their jetpacks in order to board. One of them would take the injured Jedi from Tugoro, allowing her to be safely flown away in the confines of the vehicle.

The shuttle would kick into full speed as it zoomed away from the battlefield, taking evasive action to avoid getting shot down, hopefully. The tall dune was not far away, and as they curved around it's edge they were home free. Taking Tionne's advice, Tugoro would have the pilot advance on Seraphina, who had just arrived on the planet. The pilot would relay their situation, giving the Jedi Master the enemy's location and inquiring about any healing experience. Tionne was going to need it. Now heading northwest behind the dunes, the young Knight would remain quiet until he mumbled to himself, with a firm frown on his face. "I hate war."

 

[Komo]

Location: Moving From 0718 - 0716
Objective: Moving out to engage the enemy
Allies: Techno Union | Darth Veneficahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/6669-darth-venefica/ | Vraghttp://starwarsrp.net/user/6800-vrag/
Enemies: Rebel Alliance | [member="Kian Karr"]

Forces

Spoiler

x 2 AT-HK
x 40 Desert Stormtroopers
x 20 Imperial Jumptroopers

The first sign of blood was quickly upon them as they came across a rather small group of rebel soldiers caught out in the open milling about, trying to get some form of preparation ready. They were then systemically massacred. The AT-LAWs from her master's forces let loose a world of pain to the soldiers as soon as they came into sight. Greta's forces soon came into view of the panic-stricken forces, and they too fired into the mess with impunity.

None were spared, and in just a matter of minutes, the very unit that was gathering mere moments ago now lay still on the ground. Rebel blood now flowed, and a surge of morale soared within the Sith forces. Darth Venefica had taken upon it herself to execute one of the surviving soldiers, feeling the essence of his life within her grasp as she briefly ended it on a whim. Oh, how the girl longed to feel that within her own hands as well. Soon. She reassured herself. In due time, she would.

Greta hated the rocky, mountainous terrain of Geonosis. Every single rocky outcrop was a possible site for an ambush. Her mind was going into an overdrive just thinking of the possibilities. Just to play on the safe side, she ordered her Jumptroopers to head towards the rear of the formation, somewhere near the walkers.

They would be vital in traversing the rocky terrain here, and Greta would not want them hit by stray or incoming enemy fire. If their enemies did not have an ambush in the works, the girl would be terribly disappointed in them. She took pride in fight against capable opponents. That was only how one would improve and better their skills.

As their armed forces rounded about a corner filled with yet more rocky outcrops, chaos struck. They had indeed marched into an ambush, and the girl smiled. Looks like there would be a good fight to be had today. While the troops began engaging the enemy, the Sandtroopers began firing away at the enemies, with the armoured vehicles providing immediate fire support, shelling the ambushers up ahead in the mountains.

This was only further confirmed, as a figure jumped a short distance in front of both [member="Darth Venefica"] and herself. A Kel Dor Jedi. He then asked the pair if they would like to surrender. Greta snorted at the question. Surrender? Leaning out from behind her master, the girl then yelled out a response to the Jedi.

"How about NO, Bantha Breath!"

 

[Darth Eversor]

Location: S0916
Objective: Execution
Allies: Kiran Vess | Darth Carach | Draco Vereen | Raziel | Aron Rodrie | Marek Starchaser | Darth Venefica | Death's Hand | Orick T'ane | Greta Kohler | Zhol Kash Dinora | Adekos | Jemmila Kyrgen | Hion the Herglic | Morgan Redeaux

Enemies: Thane Drexel | Nyos Val | Tionne Thanewulf | Blane Nightfall

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCX5itViih4​

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// ...KILLPHASE... //​

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//...SYSTEM STANDBY UNTIL ERADICATION IS COMPLETE...//​

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The sunshine would not be seen again by those that stood against the Techno Union and the Sith on this day. Another sack of waste expunged from the galaxy with their desire to breathe the same air, walk on the same soil, and speak the same tongue. No mercy was to be found on this particular battlefield, not even within the most valiant hearts. Blood dampened the dirt beneath Abraxas' feet as he disposed of a man whom lacked the discipline and understanding of what possibly could have been had he made better investments in his life. The throat of the defiant was held in the unyielding grasp of the creation. To allow the meek to swallow any sort of pride or regret would be somewhat insulting, would not? Simply another thing the rebellion wouldn't get away with.

This was but necessity and survival of the fittest at best. Those that did not comply would surely fall to their kneels a troubled individual - rather, a no longer living example of what it means to be stubborn. As Abraxas prowled through the field trying to pick out more prey, his gaze fell upon a grouping of soldiers that also seemed to notice the stirring of the crazed monstrosity. They panicked and began to open fire with an indefinite measure of just how they were going to accurately kill their target.

Dashing to his left, Abraxas unsheathed the hilt of his lightsaber and ignited the crimson blade, charging in with an unnatural silence. There was no uproar or battle-cry, only the manifestation of a perfect murderer closing in on its newest set of victims. Swiping away bolt after bolt, the crimson blade carved through the helm of the grouping; a rebel's chest being cleaved in half, albeit not fully through. His flesh and torso stuck together by mere strands as the body slumped into the dirt.

The remaining men and women were vigilant and had somewhat of an unbroken morale; however, Abraxas would change that.

Crimson blade being rammed through the throat of the next to die, a woman found herself squeezing the trigger of her blaster too late. Her expression was wide with terror and the realization of fate having found her. Abraxas wondered at times how humanoids felt when they were close to death and how pathetic it must feel to squirm and soil one's self before ceasing to function. A series of convulsions and fading whimpers is how the creation remembered most of his victims, and these were no different. A shame, really.

Following up to the next unfortunate soul, Abraxas found himself facing down a surrendering foe.

//...SCANNING...//

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//...TARGET THREAT: LAUGHABLE...//

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//...NO SURVIVORS...//


His systems dictated this individual as nothing more than a shrug-worthy offender, yet, not even the innocent could live on to tell their future offspring of war times. Children that will never exist, and a father that would never be. This victim seemed young and naive, begging for his life and pleading for mercy.

There will be none.

Grasping the young man by the skull, Abraxas squeezed firmly with his inhumane strength as he overheard the cracking of bone and screams ringing out with no reinforcements in sight. After the boy struggled to get free for but a brief moment, his head became a caved in mess of brains and purple-ish slime. The creation looked onward, following after [member="Vrag"] and her companion, trampling the body of the deceased man as he removed himself from the scene of slaughter.

There would be no sunshine for those that fought on Geonosis; Techno Union and Sith will have victory in the palm of their hands. Death was abundant, death was here.

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Location: Close to Oddball
Allies: [member="Oddball"]
Enemy: [member="General Mayhem"] @Dagora Kel

Where is he?! He should have dropped the packages off a minute ago! Jarven was fuming inside his mind as he burst fired at droids. There were plenty of droids and he had plenty of bullets. Even if only one sith killer round hit a droid, it would do considerable damage. With his augmented and enhanced reflexes, this was much like a shooting gallery as he was also using his ARC helmet upgrade to pinpoint which targets were the immediate threat.

He was killing droids about twice as fast as the average troopers around him, and his methods were successful. But, it wasn't as though he was turning the tide. Slowing the advance? Sure. If a miracle happened, then his contribution would be very helpful. His armor wasn't looking pretty as it started to weather debris and stray blaster bolts.

And then---Chung! Chung! CHUNG! Three drop packages came from above, one landing closer to him than he would have liked.

"Darn it, Pilot! Watch it! Not only are you late, you're also close to committing treason!..."

"Sorry, sir. I had to drop them from higher up to avoid enemy fire. I wouldn't ever try to kill you, sir! You write my paychecks. I don't know any forgers good enough, so I need you to stay alive!" replied Pilot from the Handwave Express shuttle. (This is simply a name I came up with when I first started RPing here. Thank you, [member="Cryax Bane"])

He waved his wrist node at the packages and they unfolded to reveal three hovering anti-infantry turrets. And who better than to use them on but the multiple clones of...Krug?!? What was he doing here? He was supposed to be hanging from a chandelier on Nar Shaddaa...Unless someone actually bothered to get him down from there. Yes, Krug was the scariest figure that he'd had to deal with, but Jarven had dealt with him already. These were clearly illusions. Turrets were mechanical, not organic. If they started firing at Krug, they were real, but would be shot at and hopefully die.

If they didn't fire at Krug, they were just illusions and the turrets would shoot clankers instead.

Of course, the turrets opened fire on the fast approaching Krugs. Wonderful.

As the turrets gave him some breathing room, he noticed a very large electronic signature heading his way from "a mile away" (Not a literal mile. It's just a euphemism. But I can see a 12 foot droid popping out of a line of droids I was just shooting at come charging at me from a good enough distance), thanks to his ARC HUD and the fact that a "small walker" is not stealthy. The thrum of battle had his adrenaline going and his augmented and enhanced reflexes gave him much time to assess the upcoming situation. The droid looked important, so it was clear that he needed to take it out. Melee-based...droid. This was going to be too easy.

He bunched his leopard-like leg muscles up and then sprung into the air. At the same time, he would activate his jet pack to give him an all around expedient thrust fifteen feet into the air. He would circle around her, out of reach like a fly. He would unload his rounds of Sith Killer ammo in three shot bursts at her leg joints, trying to knock them out one by one. Any droids who tried to snipe him while he was in the air were not laying down covering fire and were therefore subject to counter sniping from the clones.

At the same time, he mentally cued his wrist node to reach out wirelessly and start hacking into her systems using Blue Phoenix. The hacking was going to take time, but it would take less time if she was focusing more on attacking him than defending her own droid mind. For a droid that was meant to lead and command others, the makers didn't seem to have put too much thought into anti-hacking measures.

They may have been overwhelmed here, but if he could gain control of their commander, they'd have a very good shot at turning the tide. Otherwise, he'd take as many down with him as he could. Maybe he'd get out of this alive, maybe he'd die, maybe he'd be captured...Whatever.

 

[Thane Drexel]

Location: Skies over 0916
Objective: Teach Whales how to Fly
Allies: [member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Nyos Val"] etc
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Adekos"] etc
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35177-echo-esb-8a-nevermore/

As Thane's Nevermore pulled around, he saw the torpedos had missed by mere meters, somehow the pilots were much better than he gave them credit for. Their skycars were quick on the pitch, but they couldn't compare to the raw power of the Nevermore's engines. The radar blipped with four bogeys. Two were from the ground while the other originated from the skycars.

Thane grinned as he let them get close by pulling back on the engines, at the last second, he gunned the thrusters and deployed some chaff flares to interrupt the flight path of the missiles. All four found themselves enveloped by the chaff flares and exploded like fireworks. Banking hard and decelerating to shorten the turn, he knew the little birdies would make the turn first which is when being a drunk gave you the advantage. He was unpredictable.

The pilots of the skycars would no doubt attempt an intercept course, otherwise they'd be lowsy pilots. In that case, Thane's throttle return to 100% and would aim right for the cars. It was a game of chicken that Thane was sure to win. What he'd do next was as good a guess as any.

 

[Darron Wraith]

Location: 1913--->0913
Objective: Destroy the Rebel Base - Kill The Twi’lek
Allies: Techno Union
Enemies: Rebels, specifically [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

My Force:

8 S90 MAAT = 80 Infantry
5 P1 Destroyer Droids= 100 Infantry
110 Infantry Soldiers: Olympian Battle Armor, T-21 Light Repeating Blasters, Model 434 Blaster Pistols, Grenades (2)
10 E1000 Droids

My Gear:

Spoiler

Check my profile.

Youtube Video:

Spoiler

No thanks, I prefer you to just listen to what you want on spotify and save site bandwidth.

Post:

Riding the P1 Destroyer, the assassin ordered the droids to full speed. Nothing was happening on this side of the planet, and in fact it was quite boring. Sure, explosions were going off in the distance. If the warrior looked up, it could see starfighters battling. Thanking the Force, it was glad that the forces it had been given for this battle were primarily droids. Otherwise, an example might have needed to been made. The men were antsy, and their feelings were dripping throughout the Force. In truth, the warrior itself was growing rather antsy. Emotion wasn’t something most trained killers with no memory of their past lives had, yet here it was.

Was it really an it, could it not be a he?

Am I truly a person? Looking down at his..yes his immortal armor, he decided right then he was. Sure, the men were impatient, he could understand. On the boring fields of Geonisis, amidst all the sand and battle that wasn’t happening yet, he was having a moment. Sure, he didn’t really know much about his past, but he was a he. It was an enormous breakthrough for the warrior without a past, but plenty of questions. Would all of those need to be answered before he could truly know who he was? Most definitely, but he at least no longer referred to himself as an it. Chalk that up to being bored senseless during what should have been an exciting battle.

Which is what he really wanted.

“Commander, how long until we reach anything?” Over the radio, he contacted the commanding officer for the entire unit. Death wasn’t a trained leader, even if he did feel comfortable leading a large force for some reason. Ghosts of memories past creeped in, along with a feeling of deja vu. “Sir, we should be approaching a battle group that just landed. We are still going to be at least fifty clicks away, but if we make haste we should get there in time. Should I steer the group that way and ready the weapons and men for attack?” The question hung in the air, thought taking over as he weighed the options. Did he go to help Orick out, or go into battle.

Battle it was.

“Head there, we shall take the Jedi down.”

 

[Blane Nightfall]

Location:S0616

Allies: The Rebel Alliance, Tionne Thanewulf

Enemies:TU and their allies. ( [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Adekos"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] [member="Hion the Herglic"])

Force:25 snipers(equiped E-17d sniper rifle), 10 marines equiped with rocket launchers and 55(65-10) marines with AR-47

Blane and his forces advanced quickly openning fire at the enemy as soon as possible, though they couldn't be prepared for the "storm" of rocks that came suddenly, "a creative idea" would have thought Blane if some of his men wouldn't have been caught in the unatural storm.
As soon as the storm made the firsts victims, the rest of the soldiers took cover and kept firing seeming eager to fight, they seemed poitioned in a rather strategical manner, the marines with AR-47 were staying first while the snipers and rocket launchers in mostly in the back.
"Bring those launchers and take out the tanks!" Blane orders choosing few marines to come with with him while at the signal of the young lieutenant, the others begun to push forward seeming to charge, when in fact the strategy was a bit different someone may think. "I want the snipers to be ready to provide covering fire if needed." he said before beginning to run as fast as he could with the other 5 marines he chose while the other troops stopped advancing when they arrived close enough to Tionne's location. The 5 marines begun shooting while Blane attempted to drag Tionne back to cover away from enemy fire.

In almost the same moment, the rocket launchers begun firing at the tanks hoping to destroy the machines as ordered.

 

[Raziel]

Location: U0908
Objective: infiltrate rebel bass
Enemies: [member="Nyos Val"] and anyon in the foundry who wants to tango
Allies: Capitalism [member="Zhol Kash Dinora"]

NPC Force:
S1518:
47th Artillery Battery: 2xPounder Heavy Mech (immobilised)
S1718:
12th Artillery Battery 5x J-1 Proton Cannons
GBAD: 2xF5 Buckler Anti-air walker
1xCRAM Spider
(Assume a FOO is going forward with troops to ridge)
Equipment:

Spoiler

Leaviathan Bracers
Quickfire 2 Holdout
Smart Grenade/Mine Launcher
Cryoban Grenades
Ion Grenades
Sonic Grenades
Thermal Grenades
Splinter Pistol
Lightsabers
Nightshrike Modular Stealth Armour
Back: Probe Droid
Wrist 1: Splinter Knives
Wrist 2: [ur=http://starwarsrp.net/topic/50978-ai-wrist-blaster/]Wrist Blaster[/url]
Belt: Personal Cloaking Device

PC:

Life was so noisy in the Force. Its usual flow was disrupted by its presence. So many living creatures, packed into such a small space ensured that the flow eddied and swirled as it passed through the foundry. For Raziel, an incredibly sensitive Jedi, it was easy to quiet his mind, and follow the Force to his destination.

As per most Geonosian foundries, the surface structure and its defences were a fraction of the catacombs that formed the space that the natives filled with industry. Industry that had been lax since the Rebels took over, cutting off the main Geonosian customers.

Raziel reached the start of the narrow tunnel. It arced up and to his left. That would reach into the maze of passages that formed the foundry. A pile of Sithspawn were hot on his trail. Perhaps he had been too cautious, but he was in no mood to have these caverns flooded with geonosians, choking up the passageways with hordes of the flying creatures.

One hand delicately held a matte black throwing knife, coated in quick-acting poison. The other held a splinter pistol, again the fletchette it dispensed coated with poison. Quiet and efficient weapons for the dirty work at hand.


NPC:

After a full minute’s salvo, the J1 proton cannons changed position to reduce the risk of counter-battery fire. However, the Pounder heavy mechs had been immobilised by rocket strikes and held position. They now changed their target. The rebel air base had been absolutely hammered by artillery fire from across the Techno Union lines, and the battery commanders decided to switch targets. All guns now changed to fire upon the Geonosian foundries, aiming for the trenches and outer walls. Shielded as they were, this magnitude of firepower would not be repelled forever.

[member="Juwiela Melec"] ‘s flight scorched through the air above the Union FOB. The Buckler with the ground immediately co-ordinated with other vehicles of its class to combine sensor data for pinpoint accuracy. Another barrage of four missiles were fired at the group, homing in on the second nearest target. On top of this, these fighters were well within range of its secondary weapons. Shifting its upper body, the mech locked on with its composite laser and flank cannon arms. An intense beam of green light lanced out towards the nearest fighter with unnerving accuracy. Thuds range out as the flak cannon accompanied this beam with several exploding shells.

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: Foundry/0711
Objective: Hold the Foundry
Allies: Rebels [member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Oddball"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] etc
Enemies: [member="Raziel"] (eventual target) [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Adekos"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Vrag"] etc

NPC's
x80 Geonosian Soldiers
x40 Geonosian Elites
x30 Rebel Soldiers
-x10 Snipers
-x8 Rocket Launchers

Nyos looked on from his perch as the cowardly Techno Geeks hid out of range of anything but the snipers and the dust was falling, giving the snipers a difficult time finding targets. Nyos wasn't a fan of these 'Liberators' bombarding the people they thought they were saving and that wasn't going to sit well with the Scientist. He ordered his troops inside to the catacombs below the Foundry.

"Snipers, Scatter and find a suitable vantage point to relay information to the air units. We are moving under the Foundry. Hopefully it will draw them in. The catacombs are better for the Geos and our smaller forces... Set booby traps along the line and leading inside. They will be our alert system and give those pansies a taste when they arrive."

"Affirmative."

Nyos moved with his men into the Foundry, there the Geos were more at home. Their eyes suited to the darker light and the men could switch to lamps. Nyos drew his Ripper SMG and the Ravenclaw in the event of an assault. He sent out scouts to ensure the security of the Foundry. If someone was here, he'd know soon.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: S1019 -> S1015 (Because boredom)
Objective: Get to the action
Allies: The Dark Side
Enemies: Rebel Alliance, Their Allies

[media]https://youtu.be/DZ3xkWuP3Ck[/media]​

It had been several hours and the Sith Lord had made her way down the cliffside and was already some hundred meters from her original perch on the small formation of rocks from prior. She traveled uninterrupted, not an ally nor an enemy in sight. It appeared the corridor of ravines she walked through were completely disregarded by the Techno Union and the Rebel Alliance alike, though as she walked she witnessed an air strike from a distance just beyond her line of sight - the objects that hammered from the sky and the sonic boom being the only evidence of such occurring. When she heard the first crater-forming explosion Silara paused, slowing to a standstill, and waited as she ground rumbled and the sky was filled with sand quite a ways from her. Moments later and this repeated not one time, not ten, but nearly sixty by her count. Perhaps this would have frightened those who walked in the open, who were cowardly enough to rely on machines and masses of troops, on starships that flew overhead, but rather than feel even an inkling of fear she drew the large sword that was strapped to her back and began to walk quickly, then broke into a jog and then a run.

The strike had been so clearly against the side of those she had came to aid, so it was obvious that was time for the Sith Lord to at least make an appearance, rather than simply watch from the sidelines as she had been for the last several hours. Living up to her notoriety, Silara utilized the ability known as force speed and the image of her body was not quite unlike that of a video set on fast-forward, her body almost a blur as she sped through the ravine and over the cliffside on its northern edge, arriving at the base of the conflict. Standing before her were several troops, of whom they were affiliated with she could not tell. When one decided to fire a blaster bolt at her in surprise, however, she could no longer care less. Sword edge moved toward the front of her and reflected the shot to whom had fired and a raised hand unleashed a tremor of the dark side of the force known by Sith sorcerers and sorceresses alike as a force blast, ripping apart their group as she cleaved through those in her way, lightning playing at her finger tips as she drew close. 'Fools.' Came her thoughts, brows knit in frustration at the slight delay in her run - which she abruptly continued to leave the remaining troops in dazed confusion to look after their wounded and dead.