The Abyssal Zone (GA vs. OS: Invasion of Dulvoyinn)

Kyber Salurra · Jun 15, 2016

Location: The Immortal Titan
Mission: Protect the Jedi
Allies: Galactic Alliance - [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"]
Gear: Personal Heavy Armor - Usual Equipment - Mk. II Omega Boltgun - BTI-CC13 Blaster Rifle - (2x) BTI-WB Heay Blaster Pistol

Kyber didn't need to be told twice to run away from an explosion taking place in a pressurized vehicle floating in the vacuum of space. It was unfortunate that the Jedi didn't want to listen to Kyber, but there was really nothing he could do about it in the end. Arguing in the face of the enemy was just dumb, not to mention that enemy being a Sith Lord. The only thing Kyber could do was just roll with the punches and hope he got out alive.

As Kyber began his sprint towards the exit he had to think on his feet. What was the best way to not get sucked out into the cold grip of space without the force's aid? The answer to that was pretty clear actually, good thing Kyber took his time to examine the area before joining the fray. However, even though Kyber prepared well enough, unfortunately neither time nor luck was on his side as the concussive force of the aforementioned explosion caught up with him quite quickly and sent him flying towards the rear wall of the area. Kyber's heavy armor took the blunt of the impact, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt like all hell. That was only the beginning, too. The detonation of the capacitors and the arced lightning wasn't being very agreeable with the already broken-through hull of the ship. Kyber only hoped that this whole area wasn't about to get spaced as he turned himself around and leaned his back against the far wall- allowing himself to sit tiredly on the ground. He shouldered his quietsnipe once again, breathing heavily in his hermetically sealed suit as he remained unnoticed over on the far side of the room. Or at least he hoped he was unnoticed.

Choli Vyn · Jun 15, 2016

Location: Near the ANS Belshazzari in SPACE
Objective: DID WE GET 'EM??
Allies: GA/Rogue Squadron [member="Berric Kelso"] [member="Loske Matson"] Choli Vyn [member="Encouragement Gets"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Areiana Slayer"] [member="Lucius Varad"]
Wingman!: [member="Alexandra Russo"]
Enemy: OS [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Kylath Connar Amadis"] All your space things are ours!
Equipment: T-70 X-wing
Background GA NPC fluff -- whatever other fighter squadrons that carrier has xD I cannot be arsed to keep up. Just pretend they are there.

There was a shower of sparks and a brief flash of flame. The young Flight Lieutenant pulled the yoke up, arching up high to avoid any of the debris.

[ Rogue Eleven, looks like we made contact!] she said, toggling a few switches to bring up and magnify her sensors. Something tugged at the back of her mind that said something wasn't quite right. Then again, all sorts of weird things were happening out here in the black.

Had she heightened senses of one of her masters, then perhaps she would have doubled back and checked. Or maybe she would have noticed that it wasn't as much of a massive boom as one ship the size of the Phantom would be. As it was, her sensors weren't picking much of anything other than the red blips of bogey's and friendlies around.

If it appeared once more, however, it was game on.

[ Rogue Eleven, this is Rogue Seven... you doing okay? ] she hadn't replied back. Was something wrong?

Matthew Robinson · Jun 15, 2016

Location: ANS Belshazzar
Objective: Defend and protect! Dole out narcotics.
Allies: GA [member="Bryce Bantam"] (fightin' his own) [member="Aeron Kreelan"] - I'll set up the medbay all nice-like for you
Enemies: OS [member="Kylath Connar Amadis"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] (somewhere)

With a grunt, Matt was up, fully. The situation was a bit too dodgy to let stun bolts fly around. Probably end up hitting blondie chick. The medic definitely didn't want to be on HER bad side even though he knew he was the prettiest of them all.

The blaster was tosh. But there was something available. An abandoned hover stretcher. The medic toting it hadn't been as lucky as Matt. The kid had a few holes in him. Thank the stars it wasn't June. But how could he think about June at a time like this with all the hotties around?

As the sith became an open target, Matt was already sprinting forward. "C'mon, mate, ever think you're on the wrong side?"

One bloodied-hand gripped the hover stretcher and with a boost of force endowed speed, he closed the gap. The other end of the stretcher was going straight for a collision with the sith's waste. His hips. Hopefully it would be some sort of distraction whether it rammed the sith or not. Because his free hand already had the syringe from his med bag primed and at his side.

It was a powerful narcotic given to patients who needed some sleep relief from pain.

If he got close enough, he was going to stab at the sith's open flesh on his neck or face. With extreme prejudice.

Joy · Jun 15, 2016

Location: ANS Belshazzar Hangar
Allies: [member="Bryce Bantam"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Lyle Baelor"]

Someone sort of familiar emerged from a door. Wasn’t he one of the aid unit from Kathol? Long way to travel. Danger flashed in Abel’s senses and he turned, holding out a hand frantically.

“Wait-”

The well-intentioned guy hurled something into the middle of the invisible squad of soldiers. The object exploded in a wash of sound, heat and light and Abel held up an arm to shield himself, staggering back a step. He felt pain emanate through the Force and some of the soldiers flickered into view, gizmos probably damaged.

Aggression unfurled from the lead presence, Abel could feel it.

“No!”

The padawan jumped forward, lightsaber spinning to intercept the projectiles hissing through the air straight toward the guy from Kathol. He caught a bunch of them with the edge of the blade, whacking them fast as his arms could move, but he’d never been very good with a lightsaber.

One grazed the outside of his right arm, opening up a shallow wound. Two more tore through the fabric of his robes, but missed skin. The last shot nicked his inner thigh and he nearly stumbled.

Abel stuck out his hand desperately and a Force push rippled out as he tried to knock the squad of soldiers off their feet.

Sal Katarn · Jun 15, 2016

Location: Nearing the Shield Generator of the Titan
Allies: Alliance
Enemies: One Sith
Forces: 43 SpaceOps Marines

After layin’ below and linking up with the rest of the unit, Sal Katarn followed Capt. Qassi’s lead. Clearing the passageway was a nightmare, any one of the rooms sprouting off could be stocked full of hostiles waiting to ambush them. Fortunately, while SpaceOps might’ve been a nasty bunch, they were professional.

They rolled through the passageways one after another, encountering some resistance, but no more than might be expected. The point of ingress directly from the ship’s hull into the mess decks showed that not only had the Sith not expected it, but they’d stationed the bulk of their troops in other routes to the shield generator more likely to be attacked.

Still, they lost Higgins ‘bout the halfway point. Tryin’ to go through a hatch. Hostile had lobbed a frag up onto their deck, right at Higgins’ feet. No room to hide, he’d jumped on it. Died to save the rest of ‘em from harm.

Three more on point stumbled into an E-web and got mowed down, but the marines managed to take the weapon intact. They’d whipped out the medic’s collapsible repulsor gurney and’d jury rigged the E-web and its generator on that. Impromptu mechanized platoon.

Almost to the last blast door before the shield generator. No sign of saber toters. Sal wondered how long that’d keep up.

Bryce Bantam · Jun 15, 2016

Location: Aboard ANS Belshazzar
Objective: Care for the wounded / Defend the GA
Allies: GA ( [member="Abel"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"] )
Enemy: OS ( [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Kylath Connar Amadis"] | [member="Lyle Baelor"] )

BB watched as the brave Jedi literally jumped in front of the on coming fire and even took a flesh wound or two for him. His form seemed rudimentary and that combine with his age led BB to believe he may be a learner much like himself. Had the man seemed to be more advanced BB wouldn't have even seen the need to help him. Being around multiple experts and masters he found it was often times better to say out of their karking way than jump in and fudge up the works. This warrior looked like he may be working out of his comfort zone and so he decided to jump in.

As the new ally was blocking BB from returning fire he instead holstered his stunner and took up his sabers. A force jump and run later and he had arrived near the fighting just in time to see the young fighter attempt a force push to knock the enemies down. Not looking to see the result BB perform an acrobatic maneuver get behind the enemy squad and landed dramatically for effect. Lighting his two green sabers BB crouched down in a menacing Juyo stance and let a mischievous smile come across his face.

The squad was now flanked, the staggered but ready Jedi holding firm. While BB held the entrance to the ships interior, sabers in hand and ready to end this foolishness once and for all.

"Stand down boys, this battle is over. Take the offer the Alliance has given you to leave peacefully or else..."

Aela Talith · Jun 15, 2016

The Immortal, Titan
Lower Weapons Deck
[member="Kyber Salurra"] | [member="Cameron Centurion"]

Aela wasn't the fastest Jedi, but she knew well enough that speed was key here. What she had done had doomed this weapons deck. Soon enough the capacitors would rip themselves apart completely, the cannon mounted at the base of this ship would explode, and when it did everyone within this room would very likely die. That was why she had ordered her troops near the door, that was why she had ordered them to run. It was supposed to have been simpler then this.

They were supposed to set charges, walk out, then blow them when they were far gone, but her Uncle...her oh so gracious Uncle had interrupted all of that. She frowned slightly as she dashed across the room, her lightsaber in her hand as she quickly raced towards the door. She motioned her soldiers along, cutting back behind them and urging the slower ones to move faster. Stormtroopers ran with Alliance soldiers, weapons engineers sprinted quickly, and everyone made a mad dash towards the door. She cursed slightly as she saw Kyber stop, an arc of lightning suddenly welling up and lashing out towards her her. In an instant she spun, her palm coming up and half an orb erupting around her.

The flash of lightning struck the half bubble, cracking it slightly.

She let out a heated breath, her fingers releasing as the lightning ceased. Her soldiers moved faster, only a handful not yet through the door. Explosions began to erupt below the decks, blast of concussive force erupting into balls of fire and heat. She looked back, scanning the room. She spotted her Uncle, crackles of purple lightning reaching around his arms. She frowned slightly, looking him in the eyes and then waving her hand for him to follow.

Even he couldn't survive the blast to come.

Crystal · Jun 15, 2016

Location: Mess Decks of Titan
Enemies: [member="Glavo Pahro"]

Crystal was pleased to see the room clear out a little more. Not completely, because her dancing partner was eager to continue. He was good. But so was she. This time however, he was quicker. She moved her magenta blade to meet his silver one, but did not move in time to avoid being shot in the knee.

The Sorceress howled in pain, and seethed through gritted teeth as he whistled. She knew that this was going to be painful to heal later, too. This game was no longer fun. Time to end it.

Her normally green eyes turned bright as she began her Affliction. Her skin paled. Dark energy began to poison the both of them. It wouldn’t be long, as it was fast acting. The effects would be absolutely debilitating and only worsen over time. Eventually, if the toxin was not neutralized, it would win out. Crystal knew the cure. Did he know any Jedi healers that could heal him before it killed him?

“I suggest you make the smart choice and get us out of here before the toxins kill you.”

Gir Quee · Jun 16, 2016

Location: MMC25 Danios-class Corvette Atropos, Dulvoyinn System
Allies: [member="Reshmar"] | [member="Irys Arist'lar"]
Enemies: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

Pulses of bright turbolaser light began to punch through the shimmering clouds of chaff. He could almost hear the metal disintegrate and groan under the terrible heat of the One Sith's weapons of war. His blue eyes turned to a chasm forming in their allied ship's concealment. They're putting permanent holes in the chaff cloud...Cimrab found himself a neat tactic, but it can't last for long...Part of his subconsciousness caught a certain sharpness and urgency in the tactical officer's tone of voice, even if he didn't fully catch her exact words. He immediately walked over to that owman's station, immediately noting that the ship's captain was also hunched over the screen. He glanced at the edge of Cimrab's contorted face and blinked. Even he doesn't look calm and collected...is it really that bad? He looked at the tactical officer. The brunette seemed unusually detached, and Gir made a point to eye her name-tape in an attempt to remember her for a future position. Her green eyes darted from Cimrabs to rest on his face. Cimrab spun around, seemingly startled by Gir's sudden appearance.

Gir cleared his throat, "Sitrep."

"Watchful just took a direct hit amidships, sir."

He bit back the urge to curse. It would hardly be fitting given his station. Luck or fate...it doesn't matter how they managed that hit...Assess, adapt, overcome...

"How bad?"

"Not entirely sure. The chaff absorbed some of the bolt, and then the shields took some of it as well..."

"They're not heavily shielded like the Atropos," interjected Cimrab quickly.

Gir nodded, mostly to placate Cimrab's nervousness. But Gir quickly shifted his focus his attention back to Ensign Haart, "What's their performance degradation so far?"

"Lateral thrust control seems to be fluctuating, some sort of system short or misalignment. They're mostly moving on coarse right now..."

"Might move like a three-legged bantha for a moment," started Gir, "but we should be able to patch that up somewhat, if we have enough time."

"If we have it," muttered the mon calamari.

Their deliberations came to a end as the Atropos emerged from the cover of the chaff cloud near the stern of the Paladin. What little they saw of the heavy cruiser's side quickly turned to the blazing light of the warship's exhaust. It was a sight he was oddly familiar with. Raking the stern? Attacking an enemy's rear is always a solid strategy...but we're using carrier corvettes...what weapons do we really have for this tactic? As if to answer his question, the Atropo's quartet rapid-fire turbolasers began to lash out at the Paladin's far port engine. Both Watchful and Direct Approach joined in on concentrating ion cannon fire at the same point in an attempt to overload the local area of shields. Gir felt a wave of concern whell up inside of him. This weaponry is too light to do anything significant- Suddenly, flurries of incandescent blue blurs began to erupt out of the sides of the corvettes. Warhead after warhead began to converge on the Paladin's aft. Gir couldn't keep track of the dozens of the proton torpedoes surging out of the corvettes's hold. The sheer number seemed utterly phantasmal to him. How is this happening? These warships don't have any proton torpedo launchers...unless...Cimrab seemed to regain his composure.

"A version of the Loran Spitball," said the mon calamari officer, "with the Strike's carrying guardians, it effectively gives us the equivalent of almost two hundred proton torpedo launchers...That's the first volley. Of course, we'll have them completely unload their full payload as fast as they can..."

"It's a hell of an alpha strike...but what happens if the Paladin survives this? It's going to take some time to get the fighters rearmed afterwards...oh...Oh..."

He felt his own pulse quicken as a momentary moment of dread passed through his consciousness before a series of orderly thoughts set him into action. Gir now understood Cimrab's unusually emotional concern about the Watchful's damage. If we're not careful, we could so easily end up being karked...so karked...The blonde man immediately took over a spare console in an attempt to work out a solution to the coming problem, even as the bridge crew began to relay the results of their attack.

Arage Bao · Jun 16, 2016

Location: Vigil.
Allies: Always Vizsla.
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance - [member="Sal Katarn"]
Forces: 20 & 12 Sith.

"They are coming." One of the Lords whispered to the Sith next to him.
"How do you know?"
"I know."

They had a single blast door between them and their freedom.
Between them and certain death in the face of an Alliance onslaught.
Between them and their target.

Ronan was not concerned nor frightened. Long ago his death had been taken from him early and left him with too much years to kill, he never searched for it now, but if it took him by surprise or by the glory of battle? He would be content to take it.

The One Sith was not what it used to be, these Lords were barely Lords, those Knights barely Knights.

They were still more competent than the average Jedi, of course. Years of constant battle had rooted out the weakness and only left the strong and bold, but there was a certain sense of exhaustion.

You can’t fight for years and years and years without your body wearing down.

"Let’s get ready then." Ronan spoke over his shoulder. The first Sith nodded and gestured towards two of the Sith Assassins - not literally assassins, but that was their speciality.

Cloak and dagger stuff.

They would set-up ambushes ahead. Annihilate some of the opposition, before they could actually get at and overwhelm them with numbers.

ADM. Reshmar · Jun 16, 2016

Location: Bridge of the Solo-class Star Defender Lancer - Dulvoyinn system
Objective: Sector 2 Fleet
Enemies: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] One Sith Fleet
Allies: [member="Irys Arist'lar"] [member="Gir Quee"] Galactic Alliance
Fleet

Reshmar watched the tactical hologram as the alliance flotilla sped towards the Sith formation at top speed. Each small icon represented one of the behemoths of war now poised to pounce on the enemy. Its teeth born and its intentions clear, the forces of the Alliance were there to see the end of the Sith and their control over the system. The small force Admiral Gir had taken in was now engaging in close quarters fighting with the sith formation and the group under command of Alliance admiral Narv'uk was moving into range as he and his line were. Soon the battle would come down to who had the biggest guns as the ships closed into point blank range. For now the long range battle was being won by the Sith and Reshmar knew if they did not get into standard weapons range soon the Lancer would be in no shape to engage the Sith at close range.

"Commander Stiris, status?" Reshmar said to a Duro managing the damage control station. The blue skinned commander turned at hearing his name then turned back to read over the data on his console.

"Shields at seventy percent and falling admiral." said the Duro turning back to read over more data. he worked frantically on his consoles keypad then turned back to Reshmar.

"Hull is undamaged, a few bolts made it through the shielding but only scorched the hull. If the shields fall below forty percent we will not be so lucky admiral." said the man as he went back to monitoring the damage being taken by the ships of the battle line. For now the other vessels of the line hide behind the Lancer waiting for the order to pounce. They sat in the realtive safty of the massive vessels shadow for now. Soon that would changes.

"Sir, enemy formation launching attack craft!" shouted an officer from the tactical stations in the lower pit. Reshmar turned to the hologram to see the small icon appearing. Each small triangle lit up red as it cleared the hangers of the ships which ferried them into battle. Reshmar considered the information he had been given then turned to the CAG.

"Get your fighters ready Colonel, we need to get some help out to our fighter wings before those new xrays swarm them." said Reshmar to the Commander of the lines fighter wing. The human colonel nodded and began to give orders tot he squadron leaders now in their craft and ready for a fight. Reshmar watched the cloud of small icons flood out of the larger icons which represented the Sith capital vessels. The clouds formed up into groups and began to head off to engage targets. The deck shook below his feet as the shields fluctuated and a flurry of long range turbolaser fire struck the prow of the Lancer.

"Hull breach, forward compartments A11 through A14 Admiral, DC crews on the way" shouted the man at the damage control station. Reshmar shook his head in frustration then concentrated on the battle laid out before him.

"Time to standard weapons range?!" Reshmar shouted out at no one expecting the proper officer to answer. A man to his left, but out of view, answered promptly. "Three minutes and ten seconds at our current speed admiral" said the unknown man behind Reshmar. He paused a moment to consider his next move.

"Tactical, cease fire and hold until I give the command to resume fire. Helm Divert weapons power and bring the engines to one hundred and twenty percent. Colonel, launch your wing." Reshmar said rolling his eyes in frustration. His skin dry and the irritation of it and the battle souring his mood, Reshmar set his gaze on the Sith vessels in the distance. It was time to deal with them once and for all.

He looked over the hologram and the battle unfolding around Dulvoyinn. Such an unimportant world yet here two great powers were poised to destroy each other for it. Reshmar hated war, yet it always seemed to find him. It pulled at him like sirens of old calling out to lure men to their doom. War was the mother of all sirens and it too called to men in the night tempting them with treasure and fame. Reshmar wanted neither yet he too was victim to the call in the darkness. Not for self but for others. He had seen what happened when one does not fight. What ignoring war can do and what not standing up to the sirens in the darkness incurs in its price. He would not sit idol and let the beast that was the Sith run across the galaxy like a virus. HE would stand up and shout back at the siren of war with all he had and see the end to the devouring hunger of the One SIth and its minions. Reshmar looked up from the hologram and out the forward view port at the flashes of light and ships in the distance with anger and determination fueling his resolve.

"Flanking speed Captain lets cut them in half!"

Micah Talith · Jun 16, 2016

Sector One
Inside the bowels of the Hungering Mynock - in the dark
[member="Vexen"]
Gear in sig

https://youtu.be/SPlQpGeTbIE

[ We could go wandering a bit after this again.] Micah told Vex.

The reactor’s shields was a rather tricky thing. Micah scrunched up his brow, concentrating as the Force went flowing through his arms and into the console. Through the Force, the Talith let his mind open up to the structure of the construct, searching for weak points.

Alexandria in the meantime worked at being able to cut off access to this sector. If they could block it, that meant that they had a small window to bring this reactor down and hopefully disable the carrier.

[ Can't stop, can't stop the beat. Won't stop, won't stop the beat! And GO! ]

It was about this time that the next song on the playlist came up. It was so campy and abrupt that it broke Micah’s concentration and had him swivel his head over to Alexandria.

[ Everybody, move your feet and feel united oh oh oh! ]

[ What is this?! ] he asked, a bit dumbfounded as the rather annoying beat came up. This wasn’t in his playlist! Whose was this? Was Alex trolling him?

[ Yeah, We goin' down town, oh yeah]

The odds of that were very high. Especially considering who built Alex to begin with. [member="Kaili Talith"] probably had something to do with this.

[ Oh no no, we are switching this stat!] he brought up a hand, shaking back and forth as if that would alone shift the song into something else.

[ The Mistress was of the thought that you might enjoy this track. ] Knew it! Nohei was messing with his playlist! Likely due to the fact that Henry and Alex were connected.

[ Yeah well, that Mistress has no clue on what is good music!] That was said with notable irony, considering the selections the Talith had playing earlier. He returned to his task of deactivating the shields.

[ The security in this sector down?] he asked, that annoying beat still playing through his earwig.

[Affirmative ] Alex piped in , reviewing all the security cameras and checking to see who may come their way. Good, he lowered the shields and left it in a loop to be open to get hit by Vexen's grenades. The damage they dealt would damage the reactor to the point it would no longer be viable without extensive repairs.

[ Good. Vex, get ready for a fire in the hole!]

A pause.

[ And for the love of Inari, switch the song!]

Kaili Talith · Jun 16, 2016

Non-Participant Post
Objective: Interjection (Non-Participant)
Location: At home, not even near the current battlefield
People: [member="Micah Talith"], and who knows if [member="Vexen"] is around.

“You did what?” Kaili snickered as she looked over at her droid.

[ “I connected to Alex to see what she was up to. ]

“And?” Kaili darted between the droid and the electronic alarm clock on her workbench.

[ “Well, it seemed like she was supposed to be in combat yet not really.”] The droid said and did what would fall as close to a shrug
as it could muster with six legs and no proper arms. [ “The boy seems to be dancing while boarding-” ]

“Please tell me you mean he’s actually being boarded and not, you know…” Kaili let go of her hydrospanner and blinked over at her pet droid. “Because I can live without knowing about that.”

[ “I assure you, it is supposed to be the violent kind of boarding.” ]

“Not really helping, Henry.” She grimaced before going back to work. “Is he being attacked? Is he in danger?”

[ “At the moment, no. That was why I told Alex to switch up his playlist, inject it with your ‘rejected tunes’ list.” ]

“I love you, Henry.” The girl chuckled.

[ “Oh really? What about Allys-” ]

“Not like that.” Kaili glared at Henry. Why did she ever install the smartass routine? “Now stop being a smartass and hand me that hammer.”

[ “With all due haste, ma’am.” ] The droid responded as dry as ever. [ “Would never want to let you down, ma’am.” ]

“What, never gonna run around? Desert me?” A devious smirk and snicker fell on the sister’s lips. “Actually, you know what? Send him that.”

[ “Are you sure?” ]

“Oh, absolutely. And attach a message for him.” Kaili added. “Tell him to come home safe.”

[ “Will do.” ]

It was a cruel ‘prank’ and perhaps a little too ‘trolly’ as her brother would have probably called it. He might have been in a fight, but there was no real worry on her behalf. Micah was just about the last person she’d feel a need to worry for. They all knew how to take care of themselves well enough at the end of the day.

The song in Micah’s ears was promptly changed at his command into something new. Alex broadcast Kaili’s ‘take care’ message to him directly and the girl went back to work on the alarm clock. She raised the hammer above her head and covered her eyes with her arm.

It was time to see if her creation was indestructible or not.

Spoiler: It wasn’t.

Isamu Baelor · Jun 16, 2016

Location: ANS Fondor's Aegis
Objective: Take control of, or scuttle, the enemy flagship.
Allies:

The One Sith
[member="Darth Vornskr"]

Enemies:

The Galactic Alliance
[member="Ilsa Voll"]
[member="Ryan Korr"]
[member="Taeli Raaf"]
[member="Sieb Tevv"]

Force:

1x Iron Guard Battalion: Iron Wolves
1x Iron Guard Battalion: Iron Vanguard

Armaments:

The battle for the bridge raged on with unbridled ferocity. Spurred by righteous fury, and in the face of the Iron Wolves awe-inspiring onslaught, the Alliance soldiers mounted a courageous defense of the bridge, and fought a desperate struggle to survive. As the Iron Wolves pressed on the bridge, their com-links came to life, a message received from the Blackblade Guards. It's time. With the clunk of metal, the Iron Wolves anchored themselves to the corridor's metal floor, their magnetic soles gripping tight. The explosives detonated, and a mighty force tore through the hull, shaking the ship to its very core. Atmosphere vented into the cold recesses of space, grabbing and clutching, pulling the Alliance soldiers from their feet with it. The Iron Wolves hunkered down, their magnetic soles keeping them from being dragged into the abyss.

The Alliance defensive lines was shattered, strewn about the corridors of the ANS Fondor's Aegis. Like rabid beasts, the Iron Wolves pounced on the dazed soldiers. An encore performance of brutality was put on display, as soldiers and droids alike, were torn asunder. Blood-drunk, their vibro-axes drank deep from the wounds of the Alliance pigs, and feasted on their flesh. With their defenses broken, and soldiers scattered to the wind, only a thick metal door lay between the Iron Wolves, and the bridge. In a desperate attempt to halt the Sith's advance, the bridge's crew had sealed the door, blocking its control panel from accessing the system. A measure to buy time, it would not shield them for long. With utmost haste, the Iron Wolves began to slice the panel, and take control of the door.

Reinforced by the rest of the Iron Wolves battalion, who had converged on the bridge, the Iron Guardsmen erected a defensive perimeter around the bridge, and the corridors leading to it. Energy shields stood firmly planted into the ground, while the Sith soldiers reinforced the choke-points formerly used by their adversaries.
Though without the aid of the Blackblade's explosives, the Iron Vanguard did not falter in the face of the Alliance forces. They prided themselves on being the tip of the spear. The first into battle. The iron fist that shattered the enemy line. More disciplined than their wolfish comrades, the Iron Vanguard did not display acts of butchery as the Iron Wolves did. They were efficient, coldly-so. Defeated enemies were put down; a blaster bolt to the head. Though having taken losses, the Iron Vanguard reached the secondary bridge, and prepared to breach it.

Vexen · Jun 16, 2016

[member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Sector One
Inside the bowels of the Hungering Mynock - in the dark
Gear in sig

“I dunno, I quite like this one,” Vexen replied. She didn’t. Not in the slightest. However she was quite enjoying the sudden absence of his swagger and the fact that his sister had obviously pulled a fast one on him again. Micah emerged from the room as the patter of booted feet joined the tempo of the music. Vexen of course, still had hers at a whisper in her hair.

Stormtroopers coming for the fireworks.

ECM could stop a transmitter, but it was the kind of thing developed for tanks, not to be placed in the reactor controls of a Star Destroyer. This wasn’t the place you wanted to let enemy troops get to. Vexen turned on her heel and darted into the shadows. Micah fell into step behind her and they ran in the opposite direction of the Stormtroopers.

Vexen pulled the detonator free from her fur. She flicked open the plastic case and then hit the button. It was a series of quiet pops at first. And then their shadows stretched out ahead of them, the dark corridors bright orange that stung her eyes even through the googles.

Warning klaxons blared as the critical systems of the Wyrrlock-class carrier surely started to fail. The noises didn’t stop. The detonators had been carefully placed to either set off a chain of further explosions or render the reactor inert if safety systems kicked in quickly enough.

“We get off the ship now right?” she asked Micah. Another boom punctuated her question. "Also, what's this new tune?"

Darth Carnifex · Jun 16, 2016

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJr-iFh1OZk

Location: Aboard the ANS Fondor's Aegis
Objective: Knock over the Grandmaster's Sand Castle
Allies:

The One Sith
[member="Isamu Baelor"]
[member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]
[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

Enemies:

The Alliance
[member="Ryan Korr"]
[member="Taeli Raaf"]
[member="Kana Truden"]
[member="Cole Katarn"]

Fluff:

Two Battalions of Zero-G Blackblade Guardsmen

Armament:

The atmosphere continued to vent itself out into the void, sucking out anything not bolted down or capable of saving themselves. The pressures exerted on Vornskr's ruined gut were catastrophic, and it became immediately clear that if he did not close up the wound carved into his stomach then he would most likely lose more than his lunch to the void. With one hand holding his last remaining lightsaber he quickly slammed the other down right on the hole made by Ryan Korr, his beskar-enhanced grip digging into the phrik as he forcefully sealed up the hole with the palm of his hand. He could feel the strain of his own intestines pushing against his hand, but through sheer will and grip-power he kept them in where they belonged despite the overwhelming agony that continued to rip through him with every ragged breath.

With heavy, meticulous steps he trudged onward through the corridor even though the wind that roared through the passage sought to pluck him from the ground and send him hurtling like a leaf caught in a fall gale. He didn't make it very far when the safety precaution were prematurely activated by Ryan Korr, who had managed to prevent himself from being disposed out into the endless vacuum. The door closed to separate the rest of the hallway from the gaping wound that had been torn into the side of the warship, and despite the atmosphere quickly becoming balanced in regards to the air pressure the Sith Lord did not remove his hand from his bleeding gut.

He turned halfway around to cast an amused glance at the Jedi Master who's breath came raw and ragged, "So you say, but how long can you keep this farce going?" The Sith Lord pressed the activator switch of his lightsaber, the loud hum of the scarlet blade casting sharp shadows on the Sith Lord's eldritch armor. "Only one of us is going to leave this ship alive, how much are you willing to bet that you'll be that man?" He now fully turned to face Korr, blood seeping from behind clenched fingers to splat quietly on the blaster-stained floor, but he did not move to engage or do anything other than hold his blade casually at his side. "Why don't we find out? Neither of us has much to lose in the long run except our lives, and I'm curious to see how much your's is worth."

Alexandra Porte · Jun 16, 2016

Location: Space combat near the ANS Belshazzar
Objective: Survive furball to get a drunk on at the post-mission party
Allies: GA/Rogue Squadron [member="Aedan Lochlan"] 2 [member="Berric Kelso"] 4 [member="Loske Matson"] 5 [member="Choli Vyn"] 7 [member="Encouragement Gets"] 8: [member="Asmus Janes"] 9 [member="Areiana Slayer"] 10 @Alexandra Russo 11 [member="Lucius Varad"] 12
Enemy: OS
Equipment: T-70 X-wing, Pilot sidearm, Cherry-flavored lip balm

Russo snapped a shot off at one enemy fighter and watched it disintegrate. The seasoned pilot's head still hurt and felt like something was trying to pry it open still, but the Taanabian was totally ignoring it now, or at least trying to in her stubborn and pissed off state of mind.

A warning shrill came from Rusty and the brunette mashed her right foot down on the etheric rudder pedal. The T-70's stern slew around to the left, swinging Alleycat out of an Interceptor's line of fire while pointing the snubfighter's nose right at the ship as it sailed past her. She punched the X-wing over ninety degrees, hauled back on the control stick, then completed the inversion and dove down onto the squint's tail. Kilojoules of scarlet energy shot into the ball cockpit and Double One watched the craft explode with a smug satisfied sigh coming from her cherry-flavored lips even though by this time in the furball most of the lip balm had been eaten off.

Normally Russo herself would have chosen to use proton torpedoes on an inbound boarding vessel, but whomever was on that Sith Infiltrator was a crafty one and liked to play tricks. Didn't they all?! So when her wingman, [member="Choli Vyn"], sent two missiles screaming outward from her X-wing on jets of blue flames towards the evading One Sith stealth ship, Alex had a bad feeling about it… And sure enough the proton torpedoes were detonated early; quite the feat and also a great way to try and cover an escape.

Without thinking, Rogue Eleven took evasive action. She slammed the control stick hard to port and dove down to stay clear of the initial explosion as she had been on Vyn's tail covering it though still felt the heat and got peppered a bit with the debris, which thankfully is what shields were made for.

"I've been a busy beaver keeping your backside nice and clean, Seven… Got a little cooked though with the surprise gift back from our Sith friend there, but I'm okay. I think. Now can we go strafe something? I'm so in the mood to blow big things."

Darth Ophidia · Jun 16, 2016

Location: Onboard her Phasma Class Infiltrator.
Allies: One Sith, Sith Assassins.
Enemies: Galactic Alliance.

Armament:
Assassin armour.
2x curved-hilt lightsabres.
Nagajj & Tsaisibola.
Rudis of the Dark Lord.
3x thermal detonators.
Standard issue vibrodagger.

The tension within the Phasma was palpable in the wake of the explosion. Ophidia’s hands remained clenched in the air and her eyes wide as a bead of sweat rolled down the side of her forehead. Vark clutched his chest with his organic hand and leaned back with a relieved sigh. Even Darling, who was not programmed to have feelings, stared through the viewport in a moment of disbelief. The ship glided slowly along, making wide birth around the field of battle.

The Sith Lord lowered her hands, plucked a handkerchief from inside her armour, and wiped the sweat from her face before throwing it on the floor next to her. Her hands came to rest on her knees as she exhaled deeply and held for a split second. Her eyes closed as she nurtured the well of power in her chest. She would need her energy in the tasks to come. Speed was of the essence. Darth Ophidia restrained the radiance of her dark energy as she slipped into a state of meditation. Her body cooled as her spirit kindled within its confinement.

Vark, knowing there was no rest for the wicked, put his attention to the scanners and listened for weaknesses in the carrier’s defences. He did not quite understand the methods and priorities of the Force mystics, but he knew better than complain or disrupt them. Just now, he was sure they were doomed, yet they lived and the pressure was lifted. Flying with the Sith also paid well. Sure, the risk was high, but there were few better ways of seeing the galaxy. If one did not mind the moral dilemmas, that is. Some would call him cruel, he saw himself as more of a pragmatic.

Jannik Morlandt · Jun 16, 2016

Location: ANS Belshazzar Hangar
Allies: [member="Abel"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"]
Enemies: [member="Lyle Baelor"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Gear: Lightsaber

Until now, he hadn't joined in the defense, for he was meditating; seeking one thing, one person amidst the fray. Like called to like, and they were two sides of the same coin. The Light and the Dark, prophets, destroyers and builders, persistent entities age after age. Hákon knew the feel of her better than he knew anything in every lifetime, and finding her was an endeavour of ease, if she was in the vicinity at all; alas, she would not be discovered, whether due to the possibility of [member="Darth Isolda"] having finally found a way to wall him off, or occam's razor that she simply wasn't around. Coming to this conclusion, finding the first option less likely due to their bond of more than blood, he had left his meditations behind, feeling a mix of relief and wariness for the discovery, and furtively stole his way down a corridor that fed into the hangar where he had intended to be - lead in his decision to be there by the Force that had always divulged much to him.

Sometimes too much.

As he came up to the hangar, he mapped the contents of it by feel, alone, and reached the throughway to the space just as one of the two he'd gauged to be little more than padawans attempted to tell the boarders off; this one was closest to the entrance, and he got a good long look at the back of what was Bryce Bantam's head - he was acquainted with that one, already, due to [member="Chloe Blake"] and his dealings with what was once the Underground. He scrutinized deeper with his senses, ad found no other force adepts in the immediate area... yet. He had possible foreknowledge that this battle was far from over, but it wouldn't be right to divulge that which might not occur. Such was the way of a seer: weighing, constant weighing.

"I'd do what he says," he spoke up, slipping his way into the hangar and getting an eye on the other padawan up ahead, and the boarders further on; his gaze settled on Baelor, "You're not like to get a better offer, past this point."

Djorn Bline · Jun 17, 2016

Location: Space
Objective: Board the Titan
Allies: [member="Vaet"]
Enemies: The One Sith
Gear: First post

"Also, Master Jedi," the clone addressed to the Yodaling, "show a little bit more teeth to the enemy. Even Master Yoda killed some sentients." He was a bit annoyed to the see the performance of this Jedi in the heat of battle. Hitting a stormtrooper with a cane when the alien was smaller than most beings in this battle? He had seen one or two lightsiders in his life cut a limb and take the life of a hostile when they were pushed to that last option, but this Force User was much worse than an Ithorian pacifist. At least they carried sonic weaponry to battle against foes.

And this is why he didn't like working with Jedi or lightsided force users that didn't dare to lethally harm an enemy.

They were almost near the One Sith colossal flagship which also meant an end to one of the two few things that Canal hated the most.

Dogfighting and flying. Absolutely hated those two and would often times give a hard time to friendly pilots even though he owed them one or two times whenever they did an air strike and made things a little bit more relaxing on the field of battle. "Make sure you're locked and loaded, fellas. I'd like to not make any halts when we blitz through the hangar of the Titan."

The Abyssal Zone (GA vs. OS: Invasion of Dulvoyinn)

Scrapyard Savant

Epicanthix

There's an herb for that.

Joy

Guest

Sal Katarn

Guest

Just a dude

The Righteous

Active Member

Directorate Officer

The Admiralty

Directorate Officer Fleet Admiral SJC 3rd Fleet

Draith Shamalain

Forgotten, not gone.

Protector of The Iron Realm

Wraith

Eternal Father

Hope is the elixir of life. (semi-retired)

Success or Death.

convergence

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