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

[Liliane]

Location: Headed towards the main bridge
Objective: Destroy the Sith
Allies: [member="Nia Siroc"]
Enemy: The One Sith

Lilin could feel something coming from behind the two, something greater than a simple droid or a soldier. Was it a wave of soldiers coming? No, it was an attack against the Padawan.

"Nia, behind you!" the woman shouted to the girl as she turned towards her. The attacker had managed to get really really close without the two Jedi managing to see him coming. That was kind of odd. Well, yes, Lilin was not the best with Force Sense, so there was really nothing to be surprised of.

But the one single attacker wasn't enough. There were several others behind the two, coming with their blades and blasters. Lilin had to abandon their goal for a moment to ensure the safety of Nia.

She ran to the girl and tried to parry the upcoming blasts while kicking as many people out of the reach as she could. It was clear that the two had never fought together before and hadn't formed a group thinking. But that didn't matter -- they would both get out of there alive. Lilin could sense that. And even if they couldn't do what they had been ordered to, they would both return home and without extra casualties on the Alliance's side.

To Lilin, it sounded good enough.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

((OOC: Sorry for the delay))
Immortal Titan
Lower Weapons Deck
[member="Kyber Salurra"] | [member="Aela Talith"]

Cameron didn't need the space to vent any massive secondary explosions, he merely needed the pressure differential to counteract the concussive wave of overpressure that had threatened to do the most damage. It was hardly the physical fire in any given explosion that did the most damage. The rapid acceleration of gaseous molecules away from heat and into otherwise much cooler air was how overpressure developed anyways. That said, the comparatively low pressure of the deck above the physical weapons deck was a perfect place for the initial onslaught to escape.

Silver-green eyes focused on Aela's summoning form for less than a second before a thin smile slipped across his features. By now, loud klaxons had begun blaring on the weapons deck, indicating the multitude of issues. Even to the untrained ear, it was apparent that systems were rapidly being shut down to prevent further issue but...the damage to the capacitors had been done, and it wasn't like the various pieces of equipment stopped on command. Even if the engineering and weapons officers had executed the emergency stop functions on the many generators required to power most of the equipment, the effect wouldn't remove the power that had already been stored up in the weapons system.

The Sith Lord's smile lingered only briefly before he vaulted himself into the air, utilizing the Force to enable to reach the upper levels of the partially destroyed catwalk. Just then, another explosion began to rip through the Weapons Deck. As the Sith Lord leaped high into the air once more, his physical presence was obscured by the flames.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Location: Near the Hungering Mynock, DANGER ZONE
Objective: Make an entrance
Allies: Galactic Alliance, Rogue Squadron: [ 2: [member="Aedan Lochlan"] | 3: [member= Tela Uolmi] | 4: [member="Berric Kelso"] | 5: [member="Loske Matson"] | 6: [member= Alicia Frost] | 7: [member="Choli Vyn"] | 8: [member="Encouragement Gets"] | 9: [member="Asmus Janes"] | 10: [member="Areiana Slayer"] | 11 [member="Alexandra Russo"] | 12: [member="Lucius Varad"] ]
Enemy: The One Sith
Equipment: TX-100 X-Wing Fighter

Relativity was fun. Not even that relativity that dealt with curved spacetime, hyperspace, time dilation and all that jazz. Just bog standard relativity. The kind that stated you could pick an inertial frame on any object and the laws of physics still applied. Case in point: Asmus' current dilemma. The Sith fighter was right on his tail, matching his velocity. Both were accelerating away, relative to the Wyrrlock. When Asmus played his spin on the spot trick he found himself facing the fighter head on. From the Sith pilot's point of view he was now pursuing an enemy facing him head on. From Asmus's perspective he was suddenly making a head on charge on the Sith snubfight.

Asmus' shields won out as his rotary cannon cut the enemy fighter almost clean in half. He accelerated on towards the formation closing on the enemy carrier. "Rogue Two, what is your status?" he called before checking his own. Shields were down to 45%, two minor areas of damage on the hull itself. Fuel at 55%, one missile left.

"I'm getting some really odd fluctuations in the power grid of that carrier? Let's hit her hard and fast."

 

[Nia Siroc]

L: The Hungering Mynock
A:[member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
E: The Sith

Without turning, Nia activated her weapon, bringing it overhead and behind in a hanging parry. A very surprised stormtrooper found his own blaster bolt reflected back at him, striking him in the chest. He was sent stumbling back with an audible grunt, his duraplast breastplate absorbing the lethal energy but not the blunt impact. The young woman whirled, stepped forward and cut him down with a downward strike, right-to-left.

Duraplast stood no chance against a lightsaber, and just like that, he dropped to the deck. She looked around for another threat, and on seeing none, thumbed off the humming yellow blade. Her eyes met Lilin's and she frowned. There was nothing heroic about any of this.

"Let's keep going, Master," she said. They were almost to the main bridge of the Mynock now....

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

SECTOR ONE
Aboard the Alliance Carrier - ANS Belshazzar
Objective: Gloves are coming OFF!

Allies: [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Matthew Robinson"]
Enemies: Anyone coming to the Alliance Carrier from the One Sith [member="Kylath Connar Amadis"]
NPCS: Doing NPC Defensive things like defending against whatever One Sith NPCS are attacking, breaching, trying to do near engineering, bridge, whatever --- Expect whatever proper things, blah blah blah. Really, just pretend it is a super neato background cause I can't be arsed to do npc work. Too much of a headache!

Spoiler: gear

My amazing personality is my number one weapon!
And my right hook.

Armor

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  Asheran Armorweave Armor
  

Weapons

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  Mk I Omega Boltgun & Special Ammunition
  
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  Tir Stunner Thigh holster
  
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  Czerka Fighting Knife Boot clipped
  
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  Wrist dart bolter with 5x BA-K177 Browncoat Kamino Darts on right wrist
  
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  AI-Wrist Blaster Left wrist
  
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  Telescopic stun grenade staff on back
  
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  Force Imbued Disc-blade on lower back
  

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Spoiler: You Spin me Round, Like a record baby!!

https://youtu.be/S9mQQpBGCz4

Dance?

Oh we could dance.

A grunt came ripping out of her mouth, blood and spittle dribbling over her chin as the One Sith caught her. He threw her, but she was quick enough to see just what he was trying to do with those karking crushgauntlets. As she hit the ground, pain blasted through her back, white hot across her ribs. She barely managed to tuck her ankle away from his grasp. It was lucky she landed on her left side, but that did nothing for the pain. Nor the amount of blood quickly filling her right lung.

Coughing up blood, she spat out, lifting her chin in defiance. Pain helped one focus, let one magnify the senses into a honed weapon with the Force. Those karking crush gauntlets were coming off.

Granted, that was when the doc, the ever plucky hero, attempted to do something rather foolish. He was going to get himself killed.

Time to provide a little distraction for the doc to do his thing.

“You’re wearing too much, big boy.” bloody dribble smeared over her mouth and blood stained teeth. Hopefully that was enough to get him to focus on her. If the doc’s strike hit, this made this all the better. Especially considering he now had his lightsaber on him again. Where was her disc-blade?

Ah. There.

“Let me help you with that!”

Aeron snapped and tugged hard with the Force at his gauntlets. At the same time she brought her foot up and pistoned her leg against his chest hard. She had every intention of ripping those off of his hands, and if she had to, break his wrists or fingers if he fought it. It was a rather savage way to in essence, flay the armor off of him, but Aeron wasn’t nice.

Good, did not mean nice.

 

[Liliane]

Location: Headed towards the main bridge
Objective: Destroy the Sith
Allies: [member="Nia Siroc"]
Enemy: The One Sith

Lilin had to admit this kid knew how to fight. In slight surprise, she stood in her position for a moment before turning around and starting to walk again. She had no idea who her Master was or who had taught her to fight, but that really was impressive. Reminded her of her own childhood when she had been just learning how to fight. She had been enthusiastic enough to fight literally everywhere she could.

Nia seemed to be different, though, maybe more mature than she had been. That was probably due to having been raised as a non-Force user for most of her life, not as a Jedi.

"Yes, let's get there," the girl agreed. She didn't really know what the two were doing or what they should have been expecting when they made it to the main bridge. There could have really been anything going on by this point in time.

 

[Sieb Tevv]

Location: ANS Fondor's Aegis, the Bridge
Enemy: [member="Isamu Baelor"]
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Ilsa Voll"]

"Do it."

The slicer began taking out his tools, preparing to open the blast door. The pathetic Alliance could stand against them for long.

Suddenly, a pop-up turret sprang down from the ceiling and leveled an auto blaster on the hapless man. It put a half-dozen scorching holes in him - leaving a corpse on the floor - before the rest knew what was happening, then it turned its auto blaster on the rest of the Wolves in an attempt to cause as much damage as possible before its inevitable destruction.

Behind the blast door, Rear Admiral Sieb Tevv directed the defensive efforts. The several laser trip mines Sieb'd ordered them to place were by this point positioned directly overhead of the blast door so that when it opened and the Wolves stepped through they'd be greeted by these nasty anti-personnel mines. The Alliance marines clustered on the far sides of the blast door, prepared to catch the enemy in enfilade fire if they managed to make it through.

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

Sector Two
Aboard the ANS Majesty
Allies: [member=Reshmar] [member="Gir Quee"]
Enemies: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

Spoiler: Fleets

Irys

Class	Name	Shields	Status
Solo-class	Majesty	60%	Advancing Firing on Terror
Kerrigan-class	Righteous Indignation	100%	Firing on Terror
Kerrigan-class	Blaze	90%	Attacking Invincible
Scythe-class	Arms Race	100%	Attacking Invincible
Thranta-class	Beacon	60%	Picket. Firing on Invincible
Thranta-class	Defender	10%	Suffering malfunctions.
Hammerhead-class	Virtuous	100%	Picket. Firing on Hunter
GR-90E	Hornet	100%	picket. Jamming Invincible.
Leviathan-class	Architeuthis	100%	Cloaked, Sneaking up on Savage
Thranta-class	Glory	100%	Picket. Firing on Hunter
Thranta-class	Gallen	100%	Picket. Firing on Hunter
Strike-class	Agility	100%	Escorting Arms Race
Strike-class	Swift	100%	Escorting Arms Race

No sparks flew across the bridge. No one’s console exploded. Irys received the bad news through her readouts, the subtle thumps of the shields taking the strain and the young officer who reported back every time the shields dropped another ten percent.

“Ignore those Gula-class I said!” she called out. The brief flurry of fire she’d seen on her display from an errant gunner was immediately brought to a halt. She watched as the enemy fleet disgorged its swarms of fighters, which held back in a second echelon. An interesting ploy. With their manoeuvrability that second group could react to the place where the Alliance tried to hit them hardest. However it left them vulnerable. The Talon-class vessels had sensibly fallen in besides the Wyrrlock’s to provide support, but the Boneshatter-class vessels continued their advance.

“The Beacon is reporting shield failures ma’am!”

“Tell them to hold!”

The Beacon fired her hypervelocity cannons at the Invincible one more time before her main weapons fell silent. Chunks of armour plating broke away from the hull and drifted away as the crew tried to bring the shields back online. She pulled away to starboard after one more round of energy torpedoes. Only her point defences still fired.

Long range turbolasers placed a big drain on any ship. The Wyrrlock class paid for its advantage in range. Now, as the fleets closed, it was time for the smattering of long range fire to be replaced with a cacophony of a light show as both sides opened up.

“Have the Arms Race and Beacon take the Invincible. I want that ship,” Irys snapped. The scythe class was a feat of HKD engineering. A tall ship, she was able to fire all hundred and forty heavy turbolasers to the fore at the same time. The Kerrigan-class joined in, firing all her batteries and disgorging a round of heavy concussion torpedoes, though these would likely be intercepted by their Talon-class escorts.

“Now I want a full round of ordnance on those boneshatter classes!” Irys yelled, standing from his chair in anticipation. The hull of the Majesty shuddered as she fired her ordnance tubes. Those boneshatter vessels were exposed without fighter escort and Irys intended to make them pay with a full round of missiles that could crack such ships apart with a well-placed salvo.

A shame no sound was carried through space directly. So the Alliance fleet brought the noise directly to the Sith fleet. The Glory and Gallen pulled aside to get a full volley in on the Hunter. Hypervelocity rounds speeding across the void to deliver a very noisy, kinetic punch. The Virtuous streamed forwards towards the Hunter, confident that the Majesty and Righteous Indignation would put the Terror out of action.

Now came those delicate moments, Irys knew. The ones that hung in the balance. All the little moments, the decisions of her subordinates, the performance of their crews. Tiny little moments that would branch off and make all the difference between the two evenly matched fleets. The enemy had gone for long range firepower and carriers, but now Irys had faith her vessels could take the enemy on toe-to-toe. She kept her fighters close, ready to intercept enemy bombers or ordnance. She would pulverise this first line and then move up. She could have targeted the carriers, with the long term aim of making the Sith leave their fighters behind. That was a gamble she couldn’t afford with the whole invasion at stake.

“Reshmar! Close on the enemy and bring down these Boneshatters with ordnance and a good broadside. Then we either spear the heart of the enemy or split and deal with those Corsairs.”

 

[Taeli Raaf]

ANS Fondor's Aegis
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Cole Katarn"] [member="Sieb Tevv"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Isamu Baelor"]

NPCs: 35 Harbinger Droids, 8,091 Alliance Marines (they're having a really rough day already)

"Master Raaf, situation developing near the bridge! We need assistance!" a voice came over her comlink. Of course, the Sith were going to be in a desperate situation now to put the ship out of commission.

"I'm on my way, let the Admiral know we're coming, but it might be safe to lock down all bridge controls so they can't try anything if they break through," she responded then switched channels to a general broadcast to the Alliance marines and her Harbinger droids. "Converge on the bridge, enemy forces are trying to break in. Expect them to have reversed the chokepoint positions. Harbingers, deploy forward."

"Affirmative," a robotic voice replied. With that taken care of, Taeli cracked her neck side to side... and then took off towards the bridge using Force Speed. The problem with capturing the bridge of such a large ship, with little in the way of back-up or an escape route, meant a defending shipboard force would pin you in place and just attrition you down if need be. Taeli didn't think that way though, hence the Harbinger droids deploying first.

Slowly but surely, from all directions heading towards the bridge, Alliance forces were coming. Phrik armored droids, designed to fight and win against the strongest Yuuzhan Vong warriors, leading the way. Thirty-five of them remained, and as they rounded the corners to where the enemy forces were trying to establish a defensive position, they opened fire. The grenade launcher concealed in their left arm deployed, the thunk of their two grenades each flying forward to detonate against the enemy energy shields. Energy shields can take some stuff, but exploding grenades not so much.

The enemy would now be on the receiving end of a shattering disruption to their defense, the droids advancing and opening up with their heavy blaster cannons. Behind them, hundreds of Alliance marines flooded towards the bridge, blaster bolts whizzing out in the gaps between droids at the enemy force. There was the snap-hiss of a purple lightsaber as Taeli arrived, leading the push against the enemy. She just hoped the Admiral could hold out long enough for them now.

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Location: Sector Two
Aboard the Paladin
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Gir Quee"]| [member="Irys Arist'lar"] | [member="Reshmar"]

Spoiler: Fleet

9290 Total Length
Class Name Shields Status
Wyyrlok-ClassInvincible 0% Exploding
Wyyrlok-Class Savage 100% Firing upon Lancer
Gula-ClassMalevolent 95% Ramming speed towards Majesty
Gula-Class Scorpion 100% Ramming speed towards Righteous Indignation
Vanguard-Class Paladin 35% Damaged, Engaging Gir Quee
Vanguard-Class Aster 100% Advancing, Firing upon Beacon
Talon-Class Falcon 100% Escorting Savage, Firing upon Fighters/Bombers
Talon-Class Savant 100% Escorting Savage, Firing upon Fighters/Bombers
Boneshatter-ClassTerror 30% Firing upon Arms Race
Boneshatter-Class Hunter 60% Firing upon Arms Race
Boneshatter-Class Predator 100% Firing upon Arms Race
Boneshatter-Class Vulture 100% Firing upon Arms Race
Corsair-Class Loyalist 90% Flanking Starboard of Enemy
Corsair-Class Brawler 100% Flanking Starboard of Enemy
Corsair-Class Valiant 100% Flanking Starboard of Enemy
Corsair-Class Heroic 100% Flanking Port of Enemy
Corsair-Class Gallant 100% Flanking Port of Enemy
Corsair-Class Monster 100% Flanking Port of Enemy
Fighters 272 Picket around Boneshatters
Bombers 120 Standby
Gunships 48 Standby

The chaff was gradually being disintegrated with each shot of the turbolasers aboard the Paladin, and large holes began to appear in the smoke screen, revealing the faint edges of enemy vessels moving throughout the distracting cloud of debris. The Bridge crew and gunners were fairly certain that they had hit something, though it was impossible to tell the extent of the damage that had been dealt. A moment later, a worrying message resounded from one of the many officers nearby, "Enemy ships emerging behind us!" Frantic movements surged throughout the command crew, each one performing their duties and shouting out varying orders to their underlings as the Paladin began to spin about.

"Incoming missiles!" Another voice shouted. The gunners aboard the ship fired what little stern weaponry that they could towards the encroaching assault, but to little avail. Abelain stood aboard the ship, awaiting the inevitable detonation. Everything shook, and for the flickering of a second there was an impression of a crack sounding throughout the warship as the engines were torn to chunks of molten durasteel and electronic debris. Oxygen was sucked along with hapless crewmen into the eternal void of space; the lack of atmosphere turning their screams into those of doomed mutes, and churning their innards into a messy stew.

"Status report." the Arue'tii questioned as everything gradually stilled once more, the previous worry present in nearly the entire staff vanishing as quickly as it had begun. "Shields are at 35%, but they managed to breach the stern. We've lost most of Engineering; Decks C12-C16 are completely gone. Crews are dispatching to fix the breach, but there's an estimated crew loss of seventy-five." The situation was dire, and the consequences of the accursed battle had been reaped as they were sowed. Death and destruction had flooded the minds of all of those still living, but the only things flooding the minds of the dead was empty space. It angered the commander to envision those brave souls lost to a fate where they would never be recovered, but at least their cruel deaths would almost guarantee their Escalation.

"Turn the Paladin around. Prepare for maximum firepower." He ordered, and the vessel began to turn at a remarkably slow pace; the cost of losing most of their engines. One of the prominent figures aboard the tactical map suddenly faded out of existence, and a glance out into space revealed the destruction of the mighty Invincible, it's name a casualty of tragic irony. It detonated with an intense blinding light, shattering into chunks of refuse and metal before floating about pointlessly in the void. The energy was it's explosion lashed out against the nearest Wyyrlok; the Savage, but it's shields firmly held against the tide.

"Have the fighters form up a picket around the Boneshatters. They're the ones closest to the front, and will likely be the ones assaulted most by enemy bombardment. Send the Malevolent, and the Scorpion towards the Majesty and Righteous Indignation. Have them ram the enemy ships." He ordered, receiving a startled look from a nearby staff aide before they shuffled away to commit the act. It was not likely that the individuals aboard the Gula-class vessels would survive, but they would act both as a shield, and hopefully as an unexpected assault upon the larger ships of the enemy. Abelain glanced out at the encroaching assailing opponents, and wondered if they thought as he did. They had acted to kill members of his crew, and worse yet had decided to assault them in the first place. Their act of warfare itself concluded to the Arue'tii that they thought life was cheap.

He would make it costly.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Location: Enrute to the Hungering Mynock
Objective: Blow big things!
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.

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Now can we go strafe something? I'm so in the mood to blow big things."

[ Roger that Eleven, let's get show these bucketheads what Rogue can do! ] the X-Wing Starfighter banked to follow the Alleycat towards their next objective.

The Hungering Mynock.

The flight there would take them away from the carrier, but that did not mean that any ship near there was out of her range yet. Checking her sensors and her status, she ran through the vitals. Shields were down to 60%, two minor areas of damage on the hull itself on her starboard side. Fuel at 75%, six missiles left.

A crackle in the squadron comm revealed their next objective.

"I'm getting some really odd fluctuations in the power grid of that carrier? Let's hit her hard and fast."

Eyes widened, and she gave a broad grin.

[ Hear that Rogue Eleven? ] she chirped out to her wingman. Maybe this time around, she'll get a call-sign much like the Alleycat.

[ Let's get some! ] as she hit the thrust and shot out towards the One Sith Carrier.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: ANS Fondor’s Aegis, Passageway
Allies: N/A
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]

Despite the aggravation of that gruesome wound, the Sith Lord still stood, if only just. Korr wondered how much longer the Darth could keep it up before he drained himself. Even so, closing to saber range would only prolong the fight as the Tyrant could use his sorcery to eek out some sliver of Ryan’s own Force energy and use it for himself. Unless Korr could kill him swiftly, the butcher would fight until the bitter end.

With a hobbled leg, Korr wasn’t certain how well he himself would fare if they continued.

Time for a change of tactics.

“Your trap failed, Kaine. The One Sith’s time is over.”

When they’d been exposed to vacuum, the Dark Sider had been able to root himself to the ground. The question was, was it an application of the Force, or technology? Stretching out with his senses, Ryan probed the Darth’s boots as he spoke.

“There’s no reason to continue to waste the lives of your soldiers. Surrender and I promise you’ll live long enough to stand trial.”

Ah. Mag clamps. With an effort of will, Korr attempted to use telekinesis to crush the circuitry enabling the mag clamps to operate.

 

[Micah Talith]

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

ALL ALLIANCE AND ONE SITH MEMBERS PLEASE START EVACUATING THE HUNGERING MYNOCK!!!!!!!!!!!!



Gear in sig

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Spoiler: Music “What the heck is this???”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ

[ I have an incoming message from the Mistress ] Alex chirped out into Micah's and Vex's earwig mid escape from the reactor. room. Crap, Crap crap! Figures, that [member="Kaili Talith"] would so decide to grace us with her presence.

[ Not now Alex!!] A roll of his eyes came just before he tossed himself to the floor. But no, Alex would not take no for an answer. She did, after all, have protocols to follow Nohei's commands.

It would be fitting that the first beep bop melody of 'Never gonna give you up.' came playing into his playlist.

[ We're no strangers to love. You know the rules and so do I...A full commitment's what I'm thinking of!!! ]​

Oh no. You have got to be kidding me! Messing with my playlist? Oh she is so going to get it!

[You wouldn't get this from any other guy! ]​

His lips pursed under his helm, ducking his head as debris flew. poodoo! poodoo! poodoo!

[ She wishes that you 'Please come home safe.' She also sends this with love.] The irony of the well wish only grew in spades as the massive explosion rocked the reactor room, disabling it beyond repair. Only that with the type of grenades they used-- well, they got a bit more than they could chew.

[I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling. Gotta make you understand!!! ]​

[ I’m going to kill her.] a hyperbole of course. He would never harm his sister like that. Now, put gum in her hair?

[ Never gonna give you up! Never gonna let you down!]​

Most definitely.

[ Never gonna run around and desert you! ]​

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[ I would not condone such an aggressive stance towards the Mistress.]

Of course Alex would defend her! Micah swore that the droid practically coo'd that out in satisfaction. He was so going to get Nohei back for this!

[ A man's playlist is his life, Alex!] He retorted, quickly rushing to a console to try and open up the doors so they could escape. Uhh, wait... wasn't one hanger vented? poodoo. Where was the other one?


[ I would say that his life is the probability of surviving the chain reaction of the explosion of the Wyyrlock. ]

Oh yeah, smartass meter was getting dropped to 70% today.

[ Alex. Drop humor settings to seventy.] he huffed out, adrenaline pumping through his veins.

A pause. Then a rather dejected pout. [ Yes, sir.]

All throughout the Wyyrlok, power was going out. There was an emergency system in place of course, but with the main reactor gone, there was a bit of an over eager play in their part. Alex - the traitor - speedily kept up with her repulser lift, still playing that annoying song.

​

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[ Never gonna make you cry! ]​

[ Aww kark take it!] Blast doors -- right. That would make this a bit harder to escape. The blast doors would allow the crew of the Wyylook to escape, but it also made things difficult for them.

​

[ Never gonna say goodbye!]​

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[ Get everyone out Alex! Send a message for all Alliance personal to evacuate stat!] He just might get a bit of a reaming from the Alliance folks. Ehh, well... they did something right?

[ Affirmative. ]

[ Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you!]​

​

Another grimace and the alarms wailed for emergency procedures to evacuate. Okay...now how by the Nine Hells were they going to get out of this one?

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Location: Near the Hungering Mynock, DANGER ZONE
Objective: Set 'em up and knock 'em down
Allies: Galactic Alliance, Rogue Squadron: [ 2: @Aedan Lochlan | 3: [member="Tela Uolmi"] | 4: @Berric Kelso | 5: Loske Matson | 6: [member="Alicia Frost"] | 7: @Choli Vyn | 8: @Encouragement Gets | 9: @Asmus Janes | 10: @Areiana Slayer | 11 @Alexandra Russo | 12: @Lucius Varad ]
Enemy: The One Sith
Equipment: TX-100 X-Wing Fighter



“Frank, maintain all your eyes on the weapons system - let me know as soon as something looks wrong; I don’t want a cold shirt sitch over Dulyovin. Eyes on those bogies…you can leave to me.”

Asmus and Aedan were falling into formation, weaving about with the opposition in a dance of fates. It was emotionally charged, as if they were in a film of fancy where the girl would play hard to get, allow the boy to get in close, then twirl away yet within arms reach. As promised, Loske joined the horizontal conga on Two’s wing; keeping an appropriate distance between his T-70 and her own while accounting for the peripheral of Nine. A trio of Rogues would be enough to make the overconfident opposition shudder; Sith dwelled to heavily in their magics to be non-negligible fighters.

Aedan’s announcement of going high came through loud and clear. Azure gaze afforded a naked look around her viewport, the golden tint by her goggles helping to distinguish shapes and silhouettes faster than if they were uncovered. She quickly did what she could to run the simulations mentally, if Aedan was going high and positively knocked out those two OS fighters she’d be on his wing for nothing; and her pull from course would be unnecessary. If he was unsuccessful up above, then he’d need cover. Either which way it was scoped, she needed to maintain. (False. This was a precognitive cue from her paternal donor’s familiarity of using the force with his star fighter). “This is five, staying true on course. All yours, two.”

The scene played out true to her run logistics, or at least the ‘worst-case’ scenario. The two fighters that had been in line for some serious hurt twisted from Two’s crosshairs into free space to curl up and back on him. They’d accounted for one, it seemed, but on their tail spin backward they were not ready for the fighter which was still in relatively good shape. Her S-foils were back in their signature ‘X’; and with Frank’s hard work in the backend, 5L5 engines could move to attack speed in conjunction with the online armaments.

“Five, engaging some sloppy seconds.” A curl found her pouted lips and pulled upward toward the dip in her helmet as fingers gripped the trigger for her underslung blaster cannon. Streaks of crimson belched from the T-70’s underbelly for a distracting pepper against the bogies interested in following up on [member="Aedan Lochlan"]. It wasn’t enough to do serious damage; but enough to warn them that they and the Rogue were not alone. She imagined them swivelling in their seats to look back at the charging Alliance X-wing on their tails, and she offered a finger waggle wave in their direction.

[That all you’re going to give them? If you don’t seriously engage, Aedan’s good as gone.]

Loske exhaled heavily, clawing out of her self-dug hole. “No, I..he can count on me.” She imagined Frank’s smile as something satisfied.

The KX12s were more startling for them, and she could see some sparks and chips of metal peeling away and fluttering away into space. The strips of energy devastated one and that was enough for one to fully engage their shields and hard nose upward and over away from two and back to her chain. This head-on-direction was a full engagement that mirrored, almost, the responsibility of Belsavis. She gulped.

“Launching MG7-A 1.”

The bogie turned from a straight shooting star fighter to a crippled, flame flower. Red and orange dominated its hues as the ripple of flame curled and spread outward.

“You’re welcome, two.” The girl sing-sang into the channel; bobbing her head from side to side triumphantly. There wasn’t time to celebrate or gloat, though. Not that there was much to boast about..it had been set up for her. [member="Asmus Janes"] chimed in with some reports of fluctuations.

“Frank, can you confirm?”

[Yes - steadily increasing radioactivity from Mynock.]

On cue, a broadcast to Alliance personnel boomed out.

[That’s Alex!] Frank burst excitedly, as an AI, he was somehow unable to contain himself. Which seemed odd.

“Not even interfaced yet, and you’re already letting her tell you what to do, eh?”

There was no response, instead Loske shifted back to the comms. “I see it too, Nine. Should we set course for the next big ‘ol bad?”

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Location: Rerouting to Titan since Mynock is seemingly going to blow.
Objective: Survive strafing run 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 - wingman [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

"Copy that, Seven… Bigger is better, definitely much more fun than small I'd have to say," Alex keyed back over the ship to ship comm with a hint of mischief forgetting the young Jedi was only sixteen - a decade younger than herself! Where did all the time go? Seems just yesterday Alleycat was a fresh face at the academy.

The main tactical frequency crackled to life with an urgent all-Alliance announcement that the One Sith's carrier was about to blow and to evacuate personnel off the ship. Well that changed everything and brought the seasoned pilot back to the business at hand.

"Scratch that… We are going to hit the One Sith's flagship instead. Follow me in. Watch yourself," Alex countered, then toggled over to the squadron's channel.

"Rogue Leader… Seven, Eleven en route to the Titan for strafing run."

As the brunette's X-wing raced in on the Immortal-class capital ship, the vessel began to roll. "Stay on target, Seven. We may not be edge-on anymore, but we can hit the guns from below. Commence weave, thirty seconds to firing position," Alleycat replied, then rolled her snubfighter to starboard, opening up some room between herself and [member="Choli Vyn"].

Russo pulled back on the control stick and nudged it to port, throwing the X-wing into a spiral the pilots referred to as a weave. The starfighter's movements were not wholly regular, making it all but impossible for the capital ship's gunners to get a good shot at them. Of course, one good shot with those heavy turbolasers and all the bacta in the galaxy couldn't help a pilot.

Despite the spiral, getting a target lock on the Titan was not hard at all. Alleycat thumbed her weapon's control over to proton torpedoes and linked them for dual-fire as she had a full compliment still. The box in the center of the HUD went red immediately and Rusty sounded a constant tone indicating target lock. "Good, Rusty, good. Here we go. Keep an eye on the readouts."

Alleycat pulled the trigger and watched two proton torpedoes streak away at their primary target. "Pull the Sith's fangs, and hope we don't get gummed to death on the way out," she mumbled to her R2 unit, pulling up hard and away planning to take another pass after coming around though noting her shields were down to 45% and there was a small shimmy coming from the starboard S-foil; probably surface damage taken from the earlier encounter with the Sith Infiltrator. Well that's not good…

"Seven, you still with me?"

 

[Dayn Wren]

Location: Near the Hungering Mynock
Objective: Being a good wingman and stuff
Allies: Galactic Alliance, Rogue Squadron. [ 2: Aedan Lochlan | 3: [member="Tela Uolmi"] | 4: [member="Berric Kelso"] | 5: [member="Loske Matson"] | 7: [member="Choli Vyn"] | 8: [member="Encouragement Gets"] | 9: [member="Asmus Janes"] | 10: [member="Areiana Slayer"] | 11 [member="Alexandra Russo"] | 12: [member="Lucius Varad"] ]
Enemy: The One Sith
Equipment: T-70 X-Wing Fighter

The tables had turned on the young X-Wing pilot. He had been baited, and now he found himself on the receiving end of enemy fire. Aedan wasn't about to be a sitting duck. He had wings. The stick was yanked from side to side. The T-70 continued on its path forwards, though bounced sideways, up and down to keep the enemy from getting a clean shot, or worse, a missile lock. The nimble FE fighter was too fast to avoid. Its green darts of laserfire lanced out to strike at his ship from behind, flashing against the shields and scorching the hull.

"I can't shake 'em" he muttered into the comm. The focus in his voice was intense. Every time green death streaked by his canopy, his gut clenched involuntarily, anticipating the hard strike that would send his fighter into an uncontrollable spin before finishing him. Five's voice came like a blessing. Frustrating as it was to have left any sloppy seconds behind, he was fortunate to have an attentive wing. Hopefully they would be too focused on their target to properly evade the pursuing Rogue. Hopefully their focus spell his doom.

Another rain of green washed over him. He tilted sideways and pushed to starboard. While he didn't want to lead his entourage away from Five's cross-hairs, he also didn't want to perish in great ball of fire. But Rogue Five was no rookie. Shortly after she had engaged the two fighters, she took down one, and now the last was devastated by her blaster fire. Aedan breathed a deep sigh of relief as he straightened out his X-Wing. His shields were not looking good, as low as 20%. A little too close for comfort. "Thank you, Five. Remind me to bake you a cake" his voice was too influenced by the intensity of the situation they had just gotten out of to add any comedic punch to the line.

"Shields are low, but other than that full functionality retained, Nine." he gave his answer to [member="Asmus Janes"]. It would appear the three Rogues had escaped unscathed from the engagement. So far he hadn't fired off any missiles. He had plenty of gifts for their next target. "Ready for our next mark. Let's hit it" he said before pushing backwards and aligning his ship back by Five's wing, on her right.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: The Belshazaar
Objective: Figure out of this handicap match
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Jannik Morlandt"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Abel"]
Gear: First post

While the slugs impacted on a different target the sense of satisfaction was in the veins of the Baelor. There was a reason why he preferred slugs over plasma bolts, and that reason why was because they inflicted much more pain than plasma projectile from a carbine. He would admit that the Jedi was very brave, yet he was foolish to do what he had just done especially when he didn't had any layer of body armor. After he had fired so many rounds from his pistol he and the remaining members of his squad were suddenly pushed by an invisible force. They a few meters away from their original position, and the Agent stopped his momentum and was in a kneeling position with his hands aiming the machine pistol at the injured Jedi. He turned and aimed at Bryce when he spoke with a smile on his face and with two green lightsabers out.

Oh, I'll wipe that smile off of your face

And then another hostile entered the fray, reinforcing what the ginger Force User just stated. Who did they think they were as they somewhat underestimated his abilities? He may not be adept in the Force, but he sure had the skills to go head-to-head with one. Not only that, but he would not soil his bloodline by surrendering himself to three Force Users. That'd be very embarrassing to the whole Baelor tree. "Sorry, but if you think that I'm gonna follow the lead of a Jedi, then you thought wrong," he said to the three of them and started a barrage of the remaining slugs in his current cartridge to the wounded Abel. The remaining four members of his unit did the same, but targeted either Bryce or Jannik. As soon as there were no more slugs in the pistol he would reload it and switch off from Abel to Bryce.

Let's see you smile again

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

Location: Hungering Mynock, Secondary Bridge
Objective: Crush Thing #1 (Erebos) and Thing #2 (Prazutis) | GTFO Time
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Ayme Katash"] | [member="Trix Bastin"] | [member="Dagon Mor"] | [member="Nia Siroc"]
Enemies: The One Sith | [member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Equipment: Vanguard Armour | CC-13 | Occluder Handcanon | Lightsabre

They always went for his head; kark it, he was going to have to start wearing a helm or something, and a blip of images from his time amongst the Mando'ade flashed across his conscious mind as that hand reached for his face: they were really onto something with that Resol'nare of theirs, and the section concerning armour. It was a cross-grab to get ahold of the arm nearest to his mouth, and while he did manage it, just as he established a grip the lightning came for his face, his skull, his brain, causing his grip to fail; absorption would be in vain had he not been a practitioner since his first month as a padawan, had he not been taught by the most skilled user of the technique that he had ever known. The heat of Mustafar remained with him to this day; he had not returned, and had been no-where so scorching since.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall - that was the phrase of the moment as he began to crumple in the first milliseconds of exposure, his knees buckling as the shock scraped across his mind, up until the next handful of fractions that saw the energy taken in a more willing manner for his own purposes as his knees hit the deck and he folder over on himself, with burns raked over his visage and doubtless into the tissue of his brain. Beyond the inexplicable pain, one thought rang out: Avalore wasn't going to like this... but pain? Pain he could manage, his body freaking out and demanding the change was a thing he could manage, and this energy needed somewhere to go before it caused more trouble for him or forced his hand. This was where the teachings of one Master Windspeaker came in, and fighting with difficulty against the disorientation caused to him, his vision swam up to the fiend that had done this to him and he 'saw' the armour the cretin wore through the eyes of the all-encompassing Force. Every armour had weaknesses, moreso after repairs were affected on it - this was what he saw in the Sith's encasing: shatterpoints, and he found the most critical one.

With his will gathered, his strength once again shored up, he struck faster than the lightning that had taken a dash of seconds away from him, taking advantage of the grav-glove that came standard with his own getup and jamming it into the critical point in Erebos' armour. On the milieu of hope, his armour would fail; at the level of best-case scenario from a six-and-a half foot, two-hundred-and-seventy pound tank, along with the boost from the absorbed lightning, the Sith would also be flung into the nearest bulkhead. Ideally, his noggin would crack into the overhead as well, due to the angle of the assault. Who knows how many things could be broken...

...a simple analysis even with his current troubles, as he felt bile begin to rise in his throat... and that was when the evacuation alert came screeching into his ear, and he swallowed suddenly. He was going to need some dark and quiet after this debacle was seen to its conclusion. "Jace!" he scratched out loud enough to rattle his already rattled noggin in the midst of his rising assault, "We gotta scrrram!" He grunted hard. "NOW!"

 

[Liliane]

Location: Headed towards the main bridge
Objective: Destroy the Sith
Allies: [member="Nia Siroc"]
Enemy: The One Sith

"Oh kark," was the only thing Lilin could say now. The ship was gonna blow up and there was just no other way for her to react to that. She'd received the message from Micah, just like most likely everybody else on the ship, and was now truly afraid for her life. "Please tell me you run fast, kid," she said as she burst into a run, moving so far away from the main bridge as she could. They had to get out of there somewhere. She was a good flyer, so if there were any ships in the hangar, that was her objective.

Well, as long as the kid could keep up with her. She was sure she had enough time to get to the hangars, but she didn't know anything about the capabilities of Nia. If she was well trained, she could have kept up with Lilin easily. If not, the Master didn't know what to do. Use the Force, maybe?

She grabbed the hand of the girl as she ran past her, tearing her along with her to give her a small little boost. "I don't know how much time we have, but I was thinking 'bout the hangars."

Feth, if the Sith didn't have any ships with them at that moment, she was screwed. Of course she didn't know where she could find any spare ships or anything, she was not a Sith. She could only use the aid of her gut feeling and the Force. And both of them messed up from time to time, so there wasn't really anything to be surprised of.

At least their enemies were panicking as well.

 

[Darth Centax]

Location: Near the Bridge of the Alliance Carrier ANS Belshazzar


Mission: Keth, conquer the first. Not nice indeed!

Enemies: On the Carrier
[member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] |



Allies: [member="Lyle Baelor"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] (Possibly Later)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IEoH4czjVyA
First Step Toward the Midnight Iris.
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What did the crushgaunts do as she pulled, grip, as designed. Ever tried to pull something designed to grip in place, most techs will tell you a lot of swearing can be involved, more so when you are what’s being gripped.

Sometimes you hit a point where the pain is so much there is no more distinction to be felt, Kylath got there. As the hands were crushed, not near as bad as if he was holding something, but crushed, fractured, broken, ripped and torn by the force Master’s leveraged pull. Our captain ceased to be able to feel, anything. Kylath’s nervous system at the best of times was overloaded with the raw emotion he channeled through it, rage, the force breach had weakened this further, and now this, it was too much for the nerve endings.

The saber dropped into the medical bed, Matthew might have wanted to step back as it fell through it and into the floor! The second this took seemed like an hour as he looked at his hands. Bed colliding to separate the Master from simply ripping his arms out of his sockets, though it might have been a mercy for what was left under those gaunts as the metal came away. Messy would be how they were best described.

Keth, Conquer the First, Pain.

Losing all feeling in his body. The force breach that had damaged his nerve endings, in this sacrifice of his hands, that breaching disability was surpassed and overcome by something worse. Malice bit down inside of him. Though he may never grip something the same way again, the force would, he found connection again. Bed between him an Aeron, Kylath aimed perhaps the strongest, sideways thrusting, armored kick of the day toward [member="Matthew Robinson"]'s chest, channeling all that malice and anguish to maintain distance in the melee. While for [member="Aeron Kreelan"] the bed was picked up in the force, turned sideways and hammered down toward the prone Force Master’s chest. His understanding of his Masters lessons grew, pain, sacrifice and his first taste of malice focused in lethal precision upon her injured, prone form.



Personal Gear:
X1 Officer Armor | MRS-1 Modular Assault Rifle (Dropped) | 4x Mixed Grenades (1 dropped) | Lightsaber (Dropped) | Personal Ray Shield | Crushgaunts (Dropped) | Jack Knife Pistol on hip