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The Hungering Mynock
A: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
E: The OS
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySO-gryuO-c
Nia didn't actually reply, but acted, trying to comm Voidstalker. "No reply. Maybe some interference," she said just as succinctly. She grew worried now; maybe it just wasn't interference, maybe the Sith and he were still locked in battle. Or worse, maybe he had been killed. "We have to find them!," she said urgently as she looked to Lilin.
She didn't care if the Master disagreed or disapproved. Nia would stay behind to find her friends, it was that simple. None of them were going to die that could be avoided. If she died in the place of many others, then it was worth it.
Location: ANS [SIZE=11pt]Fondor’s[/SIZE] Aegis. Allies: One Sith, Sith Assassins. [member="Isamu Baelor"][SIZE=11pt], [member="Darth Vornskr"]. Enemies: Galactic Alliance. [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Sieb Tevv"], [member="Ryan Korr"].[/SIZE] Armament: Assassin armour. 2x curved-hilt lightsabres. Nagajj & Tsaisibola. Rudis of the Dark Lord. 3x thermal detonators. Standard issue vibrodagger.
“Intruder!”
The split second after her arrival, the stalemate of the bridge erupted into complete chaos. A sudden act of heroism by Communications Officer Krell brought one of the thermal detonators too close for comfort, forcing the Sith Lord on the defensive. The options zoomed through Darth Ophidia’s mind as he approached, the time ticking out. But with the short time, only the most self-preserving option came to her mind: Protect yourself.
A bubble of shimmering energy begun to encase the Assassin as she pulled her hands back in a defensive position. The body of Communications Officer Krell evaporated only a handful of steps away from her, and the force of the blow was too much for her hastily thrown up shield. While it saved her from disintegration, it sent her flying back into the transparisteel viewports, now being blocked up with heavy durasteel protection. The beskar cuirass and helmet saved her some, but it knocked the wind out of her. Landing on her back, she made a sharp inhale to refill her lungs with precious oxygen followed by a few steadying breaths to regain her composure as she stood back up on her feet.
The Tsaisibola clutched tightly to her leg, dizzied and frightened by the turbulence. It suffered a beating in the fall, but remained alive and intact.
Dominoes fell and the air became a cacophonous roar of blasterfire striking back and forth between the protectors of the bridge and the brutal vanguard. Rising to her feet, Ophidia swiped one of the two lightsabre hilts from her sides and thumped the activation button. The bloodshine blade erupted from her curved hilt with a violent snap-hiss, bathing the room in its scarlet glow.
With a series of quick swipes, it batted away a few of the blaster shots coming her way. The hilt was not optimised for blaster deflection, but she managed to keep herself covered by sending the shots wide rather than making any attempt at redirecting them. With each swipe, she moved, stepping closer to the main console with determined yet calculated movements.
Location: Not headed towards the main bridge, apparently Objective: Destroy the Sith Allies: [member="Nia Siroc"] Enemy: The One Sith
Lilin stopped running, turning to face the girl. Looking at her with a blank face, she tried to come up with a response. Or a thought. Or really anything about this matter, but she couldn't. The feelings of fear and panic were too great at that moment. Nobody really knew how much time they had left, so she was feeling really anxious inside. The comforting and the calming effect of the lightsaber she was holding was too low to handle her current feeling.
"But we don't have time. Most of us are Jedi Masters, or Knights at least. We can keep up a fight. And if we did go looking for out friends, we could be walking into greater danger than the one we are in right now. We could lose all Hounds because of one stupid battle if things got serious."
She knew she couldn't make the girl change her opinion. She herself didn't want to leave anybody behind either, but what her experience had told her, it was important to stand for yourself in a dangerous situation.
What if they couldn't find the others and were already too late to get out of the ship when they did understand they wouldn't find others? The feelings were too much for the girl to handle. She was about to have a mental breakdown.
"We..." she muttered. "... can try something, but please help me. I'm not the best with telepathy."
Kana scrunched her nose and gave Cole a quick headshake. She was free to condescend anyone she wanted to, that was what doctors did. Besides, it was all in good spirit, Kana knew the Sergeant wouldn’t mind. Soldiers were far more hardy than Cole seemingly thought they were. Would the man have been a sergeant if he had the skin of a baby? Most likely not. She was in the clear as far as she was concerned. Even when the blaster bolts started flying.
‘Contact’ the soldiers whispered before hell broke lose and Kana merely sighed and withdrew her saber from her belt. She took the advancement in strides, not really worrying about the effects of any potential bolts sent her way. Admirable accuracy, though hardly enough for Kana to be unable to send them back with her force deflection.
“I know not to get separated, Katarn. This ain’t my first salsa.” The medic rolled her eyes and shook her head again. Fire spread in the smoke and took the shape of a sword as a violet blade was ignited next to it.
This struck Kana as the right moment to ignite her own blade. A green ray of light of her own shone up in front of her. She got into defensive stance yet kept her hand extended for the blue-haired one.
“You take a gander at the fiery raven and I give it a shot to turn blue into red?”
Because screw the Hippocratic oath, that’s why.
“Alright, good, thanks Cole.” Kana said as she set off to intercept [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"].
Location: Secondary Bridge
Objective: Give Sith Lord a spanking
Allies: [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Ayme Katash"] [member="Trix Bastin"] [member="Dagon Mor"] [member="Nia Siroc"]
Enemy: The One Sith. [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Equipment: Vanguard Armour, CC-13, Occluder Handcannon, Saber, Smoke grenades.
Jacen was well-versed enough to recognise cortosis. The breast plate must have been phrik or beskar. Damnit, but it seemed everyone was running around with a collection of rare metals these days.
If he had been any less focused, if he hadn't meditated to hone his perception to such a keen edge, he would have been a dead man. His deactivated lightsaber fell from his grip and both his hands came up, one now clasped the heavy Occluder hand cannon. The other switched on the VE grav glove built into his armour.
With the cannon, he fired for just above the breastbone, the spread of boltlettes looking for any gaps in the armour around the neck and face. At this proximity the weapon carried a significant punch.
Physics came into the effect of the grav glove. The hulking anzati hybrid weighed nearly twice Jacen and the glove imparted an equal and opposite force on both of them. Jacen jumped. The net effect of this was the Jedi Marshall rocketing backwards out of the gout of flame. He rolled backwards and came to his feet, tendrils of smoke slowly rising from his shoulders. Nerve endings screamed in pain for the damage done by the flames. At least that meant he was alive. Which he wouldnt be if he remained here.
Jacen's plan had never been for victory. He had hoped Lilin and Nia might have taken the main bridge. The room around them was utterly ruined. That had been his ploy. Primary bridge taken, secondary in not fit state to control the ship. Someone had beaten him to the punch and sent the reactor into overdrive.
“Lilin, Nia, don't come to me,” he called into his comm as he fell back, his Dogs providing a torrent of covering fire. “Let's go Stali.”
The Hungering Mynock
A: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
E: ?
The comms chirped with the static-filled voice of Jacen Voidstalker. She looked over to Lilin with a blank expression, so much for the rescue attempt. So much for the whole mission, in fact, without the chance to even reach the main bridge. But without a reactor, the ship was dead in the water at the very best. It was a very real possibility that it was have a huge hole in it, leaking atmosphere.
This had been just a confused mess for her, just killing or being killed. Lilin was right, they were Knights and Masters all, and they should be able to take care of themselves. It didn't make it feel much better but Voidstalker had spoken up. "Let's get out of here."
Location: Not headed towards the main bridge, apparently Objective: Destroy the Sith Allies: [member="Nia Siroc"] Enemy: The One Sith
Lilin nodded.
And a moment later, the two would find themselves running again, trying to get somewhere. Lilin didn't really know where she was headed -- she could sense something like a mix of safety and freedom and so she was headed that way. But what the source of such a feeling was, she had no idea. Could have been an escape pod, maybe a good fighter. Whatever it was, it didn't feel like an enemy.
If it would have been one, though, she would not have time to fight. Neither would their enemies, really.
Lilin knew that many many soldiers believed they would either win or die while trying to win. And if the One Sith had such a philosophy going around, there was a chance that their soldiers wouldn't care about going down with the ship.
But she did not have such a desire. Nor did Nia, she assumed.
The Master could feel a rather strong pull to the right, so that's where she was headed. Either it would get them to the hangars or to some friendly forces, she felt like they were succeeding.
Escape pods.
The girl didn't notice them at first and kept running. She couldn't do that for a while, though, because she soon understood what she'd just run past.
He was good. If the man was any less perceptive in the force he would've been dead before he hit the ground. If Prazutis's senses were not so heightened to such a keen edge he wouldn't have seen the powerful handcannon rise up towards him, and open fire. A cannon at this close range was devastatingly lethal and even more so depending on what kind of rounds the man had equipped it with. Prazutis turned into the blast so that it would impact straight into the heavy phrik plating, the pellets wouldn't be nearly enough to penetrate head on but they worked their way into crevices and even the smallest opening points in the armor, causing pain to ripple through his body. But that wasn't all the man was aiming to do once the grav glove activated.
In this situation Prazutis's hefty weight from his powerful muscular form would be a weakness as a powerful force was thrown at both men tossing either of them backward. He quickly activated the magna-grip soles on his boots stopping his flight and adhering him to the bulkhead before he impacted into the consoles on the far wall. This signaled the end of their fight for now and all fighting in fact. Updates were swarming into his helmet about the primary bridge being disabled. The secondary bridge was in ruins from the raging battle and their duel and the ships reactor was being put into overdrive, the Hungry Mynock was going down.
The companies of Blackblade were already mostly evacuated with the exception of a force remaining back to escort their lord. Prazutis moved out of the secondary bridge with the soldiers, blocking blaster fire as he followed the soldiers off the bridge, and not long after off the ship.
Aedan's shields were re-charging. He wasn't in trouble yet, but he was far from fine. Especially considering the kind of firepower their next target packed. The Titan, their flagship. Well suppose it was simple enough. He just had to not get hit. Aedan and the rest of the Rogues in the nearby area formed up around the bombers. Their task was clear: protect the bombers. They had successfully chased off the fighters that had approached before, now they could only hope there wouldn't be others. If left undistracted, his X-Wing had a few proton torpedos he would like to aggressively hand over.
Aedan read the message from Asmus, about the ship's damaged proton cannon. "Copy that, Rogue Nine" now they had their target. Excellent. Hopefully they could maximise damage, perhaps even bring the thing down. The battle was still chaotic and raging hard around him, but to Aedan it seemed as if they were gaining superiority in space. Their bombing and strafing run seemed to go relatively unopposed.
Relatively, because while the starfighter squadron approached, they were met with a torrent of incoming fire from the ship's point defences. Fortunately they weren't the only ones in space and didn't draw all the fire. The X-Wings became targets hard to hit, nimbly floating from side to side on their high speed approach. Aedan didn't seem to get the worst of it, which was fortunate considering the state of his shields. Soon... Soon... His fingers itched to push down that trigger but it wasn't right just yet. His targeting computer locked on target, though with it being the size it was, it would be hard to miss even without it."Firing on target" he announced, as he let loose his proton torpedos in rapid succession. "We'll see just how Immortal you really are" He couldn't help himself.
She watched her uncle for a moment, simply observing him as he pounced up and over the catwalk, eventually landing with a loud clatter of Metal. her eyes narrowed for a moment and there was a temptation to follow him, to drag him along with him and to ensure that he would be safe, but Aela knew that was foolish. Following him would likely lead to her own injury, and with the way the weapons deck was currently going it would likely be the end of both of them.
"Alright." Aela said to herself as she turned and moved through the doors.
There wasn't time to grab her Uncle, there wasn't time to waste.
It seemed that everyone had made it through the blast doors and out of the weapons deck, even the injured stormtroopers had been dragged along. Half a dozen gunners also sat in the hallways, each guarded by Galactic Alliance troopers. Aela watched them for a moment then signaled for the trooper to close the door behind her. There was a loud hiss, and then suddenly the blast doors slammed shut. She bristled slightly as the loud echo of explosions began to tear up the room behind her.
"Okay." Aela said loudly. The main gun would be a great loss for The Immortal, but it wouldn't be enough to take down the entire ship. They would have to reach the reactor and do damage there, it was unlikely that they would be able to take the bridge. "Half of you head towards the Hangar, secure a ship, the other half with me."
Location: Inbound to the Titan to help take her out! Objective: Boom baby! Allies: Galactic Alliance, Rogue Squadron: [ 2: [member="Aedan Lochlan"] | 3: @Tela Uolmi | 4: [member="Berric Kelso"] | 5: [member="Loske Matson"] | 6: [member="Alicia Frost"] | 7: 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 Background GA NPC fluff -- whatever other fighter squadrons and bombers we have xD I cannot be arsed to keep up. Just pretend they are there.
Flying alongside the Allycat, the youngest starfighter pilot in Rogue Squadron felt her stomach somersault and clench. While the bulk of the starfighters had been cleared by Two and Four and the rest of Rogue, there were still so many dangers. Dangers that could easily have them blowing up in a burst of sparks and smoke. A beep hoot chimed in at her back, and Choli gave a thin press of her lips.
"Yeah, we are going there."
A sharp series of beeps and questioning whistle.
"Yeah, going to try to knock off those shields."
A sharp beep in dismay.
"Yeah I know," as Choli brought online her HUD. They had to make this count. The Bombers along with the rest of Rogue were going to work together in that dangerous maw. This was it. The snubfighter swung port, jittering as they flew closer to the massive beast of the Immortal. Laser fire shook the X-Wing, hitting her shields.
"Damn it!" she cursed, giving a small barrel roll as she avoided another volley. Shields at sixty percent. Thankfully, her tail was struck by a stream of laser fire, exploding behind her. It was then that the magnificent battle song cry from Twelve came blasting through the squadron comm.
A wide grin split her face in two. Yessss!! Recharged and renewed by that, Choli set her jaw in a line of determination. They were not done yet! In fact, she joined in.
[ Oh, here we go! I'm a Lil' bit nonchalant when I dance, I risk it always, No... second chance. That's-why-it's-gotta-be, Smoooooth sailing from here on out. I'm gonna, Doooo, the Damage 'til the Damage, is done, yeah. ]
She was liable to pay for it later, but it worked.
[ You got some lovely pipes there Twelve! ] she quipped right after, cross hairs of her HUD coming on line and beeping. They were definitely about to bring some damage.
Following suit, bolts of red lanced in conjunction with the rest of Rogue. Upon instruction, her proton torpedoes were ready to fire.
The Hungering Mynock
A: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
E: ?_? >.>......<.<
Nia pulled up just past the escape pods, realizing what they were. "Master, escape pods!," she called out to Lilin just ahead. Voidstalker had told them to get out, and much as she wanted to stay back, he was right. Staying back would've been selfish. An apprentice would've been more of a liability than a help against a powerful Sith Lord.
Ergo, why he'd told them to head out. It hurt her to realize that, but it was so. Jedi Masters were not given the honour based upon their power or martial skill alone. But she still had that urge that she had to fight down all the same. Self-control is part of being a Jedi she reminded herself, though the words were bitter in her mind.
Vornskr heaved forward, first tumbling head over heels as the suction of space beyond the door once again afflicted him as the Jedi Master slammed his hand on the door's activation panel. With one hand still firmly clasped over his gut he slammed the blade of his lightsaber into the metal in a vain attempt to stop himself from flying out into the dark emptiness of space, but despite it all the blade only cut through the floor very gradually. His feet eventually found purchase, but without the aid of the mag-clamps he could not stabilize himself for very long. He looked behind him, hateful eyes boring into those of Ryan Korr's as the Sith Lord continued to slip further and further towards the threshold of oblivion.
A chortle born from the dark humor of his own tumultuous situation bellowed out from his throat only to be swept away into the soundless abyss, but the words he spoke after would reverberate in Korr's head long after they were spoken: "And that will be your folly, the Jedi's folly... No matter how many of us you kill, no matter how many of our Empires you topple... We will always return, your cause is hopeless."
Vornskr let himself be taken by the gale, sliding along the hallway towards the portal that would sweep him off into the void. But before he left he would make sure that his departure was one to remember, and struck out at the Jedi Master's body as it hung onto the frame of the door before he finally was sucked out into space. Darkness enveloped him, and a deep chill began to settle into his bones as he floated up and out of the wound inflicted into the warship's hull by his earlier scheme. A normal human could only survive roughly ninety seconds without any equipment, and while Vornskr's own suit was damaged he could still surround himself with a bubble of Force energy and allow all of his bodily functions to slow to near nothingness to preserve his own life for as long as possible.
Eventually his frigid, but still living, body would be plucked from the empty expanse of space by a recovery ship.
SECTOR ONE Aboard the Alliance Carrier - ANS Belshazzar Objective: Rebel Yell!
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!
My amazing personality is my number one weapon! And my right hook.
The fool hardy doc did something that may have saved her life. That shimmering blue stasis field whirled around the Omega Pyre Prex, but Matty was no whiz with the Force. It only lasted enough to take the brunt of the force, but did nothing to prevent it from being slammed back down. Her half turn to avoid the hit did not avoid the entirety of the attack. Pain erupted down the side of her body, having hit her shoulder. A noticeable loud crack of her collar bone and the dislocation of her shoulder made the Icarii scream out in pain. The jolt sent bright white stars flashing behind her eyes, pain shooting down from her shoulder to her spine.
Her armor was the only thing that was holding the cracked bone in, but the force of it was enough to giver her more internal bleeding. A thick glob of blood welled in the back of her throat. It coated her tongue with liquid copper, that sanguine stain spat out to the side and onto the floor to prevent herself from choking in her own blood. With a savage grunt, Aeron gave no room to dawdle. Were it not for her training, she would not be able to work through the agony and keep a tight reign on her focus. Her single working lung burned as she struggled to breathe, desperately sucking in air as she went reaching out with her good hand.
The bastard meant to take her out of the fight but she was not going to go down alone. Frak that. But she would fight as long as she had breath in her body. Pain settled and pooled in her belly, the taste of her own blood almost making her retch with the sensation. She was sure that once this was all over... if that optimistic possibility ever karking came; the bruises and damage alone would blossom into large purple blue blooms across her torso, face, and neck. That wasn't even including the massive internal bleeding, the crack and broken ribs, her collaposed lung at the top of the list. She was not standing up anytime soon.
"Karkin bastard!" she growled out with a Rebel Yell, the stars clearing from her eyes as she snapped her head back. The Force surged with a slam of energy from the telekinetic master. She may not be able to get on her feet any more, but that didn't mean she was defenseless. Twin pools of turbulent oceanic eyes glittered through the sweat and blood soaked strands of umber and gold. She gave a cry of pure blood curling fury, every intention at gripping the man with the Force. If he would not stay down, she would do everything in her power to make it so.
Were her grip to succeed, the One Sith would find himself flung savagely up to the ceiling, a body slam intending to knock him with blunt trauma. Only to subsequently get slammed back down to the floor.
Location: Near the Bridge of the Alliance Carrier ANS Belshazzar
Mission: Spin me right round....
Enemies: On the Carrier
[member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"]
Allies: [member="Lyle Baelor"]
[member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Kylath had no training to neutralise a force grip, not much in the way of hands to brace for the impact above, all he had were his feet, which didn’t help him all that much flung against the ceiling, fractured collarbone now firmly breaking, and those backstrains becoming small fractures of their own across the shoulders and upper back, at least as he went up. The young acolyte saw stars, and his head, if he could feel it would have been light from a concussion, blood running down his neck to join the cuts along his face.
Flung around like a ragdoll from one furious force Master, Kylath did however get his dangling legs back down, which caused even more strain on his back when he landed, bending metal into the feet, to cause injuries of their own along them. He was young, had been healthy, and force thank that he couldn’t feel the pain or anything much, but it was unclear how much more he could take without his body just giving up. Bridge officers sealing the door ahead of them firmly, he could see the objective was finally lost, and even his stubbornness and sense of personal honor resolved to withdraw. At that point not many Sith alive could blame him. For Aeron that previously dropped grenade was pulled forward via the force and flung at her, no doubt she'd block it, he'd not even had time to pull the pin.
This was simple two hit, two step distraction again, now one for Matthew.
Speaking about Matthew!
[member="Matthew Robinson"]
Usually Kylath would go for a fancy hook kick against the blaster, this time it was just hopefully gripped in the force, and half smashed toward the man’s nose to buy time, the sith version of a stun! Amadis just didn’t have the strength left to be kicking around, or time, if his remaining bones could even be used to focus power, he was realising this as he stood uneasy, swaying.
So what did Kylath’s beleaguered and battered body do to follow the hopeful nose crunch, simply throw its entire armored weight into Matthew in a shoulder charge, jumping off the ground and looking to just barrel into him, to knock both over. Left shoulder forward! Given his right was hanging low now from the breaks. Nothing graceful, dizzy as he was, it would hopefully make Aeron’s job of shooting him harder, either crumple of bodies on the floor or staggered, and if loaded with explosive that bolter was still dangerous to ten meters for anyone close.
Somewhere during this, rugby tackle of a move, Mathew’s single shot hit well against the ray shield shorting it out, though he might not care with the armored body coming his way! Both he and likely Aeron didn’t have all that much time left. Matthew could brawl and likely win with what was a now disabled Kylath in revenge, or get beyond him to save a fading Aeron, who like Kylath, surely needed some serious medical attention from a medic! Maybe the empath could feel it, the only difference was Kylath's injuries were external, hers were internal, he might walk out of this, or crawl at this point more likely.
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"] )
After the officer of the One sith forces spoke the combat commenced in earnest. While the leader targeted the wounded Abel the remaining four men of the squad attacked Bryce and the new Jedi that appeared. As they raised their weapons to fire BB leapt up and charged the squad. Deflecting what he could with his limited abilities, the attackers still managed to land a few shot which struck the kid as he charged. One took him in the leg but was mostly absorbed by his very basic armour. However, the second hit him hard in the bicep of his off hand, causing the entire arm to go limp. The pain was enough to activate a new rage within BB and his limited force speed increased that much more. As he came to the two sith one trooper's targeting him BB lost himself to the rage and sliced the two of them in half using the range of his great saber to full effect.
Normally that would have been enough to pull him from his fury but he saw beyond him the wounded Abel barely able to stand and struggling to defend himself. His anger only increased seeing a man willing to lay down his life for good in peril and without thought of consequence his leapt and the Sith one commander in a high-arching jump. His left hand swung uselessly at this side while the right still held the great saber over his BB's head ready to slash down upon officer's hand which now seemed to be struggling to hold onto his weapon. There were many options as to what might happen next but the two most likely were if the officer dropped his arm or weapon then BB's blow would most likely hit nothing but air. If he stubbornly chose to hold on and not stop firing at Abel them BB attack would land true, possibly taking [member="Lyle Baelor"] 's hand off at the wrist.
Irys stood from her chair. He fur wasn’t so much ruffled now as standing on end. She was furious. Surely they wouldn’t. Perhaps a feint. Perhaps they were firing escape pods to throw them off. Either way, she had only one choice.
“Evasive manoeuvres, now! Have bombers strike their engines, see if we can’t throw them off course.” The Gula-class vessels made their slow advance from the rear of the enemy fleet to the front lines. Such a vessel didn’t get anywhere in a hurry.
The boneshatter-class vessels started to direct their fire on the Arms Race, but she wasn’t stopping for them. The quick cruiser cut a path through the enemy lines, harassed all the way. She was suddenly silhouetted in space by the last death throes of the invincible. The Agility and Swift followed her in close formation, creating whole arcs of space no fighter or bomber could cross. In their wake came the Blaze. The heavy hitting formation cut right through the Sith lines and came about towards the Savage. The Blaze gave her a full broadside, the Arms Race coming about to fire on her read. The Hornet continued to use its jamming capabilities to try and throw the Savage off.
Both the Majesty and Righteous Indignation slowed to aid manoeuvring. Irys felt her head pounding in her head as she watched the closing carrier.
“Hard to port!”
“Drop us twenty degrees then fire ventral thrusters!”
“Too later, she’s going to impact!”
“Brace! Inertial dampeners to full!”
Irys dropped back into her chair and clung on for dear life. The impact was too much for the dampeners. A great groan of tortured metal filled the bridge. Her head was slammed back into the chair, and everything went dark for a second or two. As she shook her head clear the voices on the bridge were a whisper behind the constant high-pitched whine.
“Ma’am! Ma’am!”
“I’m fine! Damage report!”
“Shields are down, they hit us in the rear quarter. Structural integrity is gone and a quarter of the ship has been voided. Fields won’t hold out for long. Main reactor isn’t going to blow, but she might fail safe.”
“Transfer as much power to the emergency systems as possible. All hands evacuate. Program the computers to keep firing everything we have into the ramming vessel until they’re detritus in the void.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
Irys managed to get to her feet, albeit unsteady. Her hand gave one final touch of the command chair. The second Majesty she’d commanded and it had lasted just two battles. “Transfer command to Reshmar.”
The Righteous Indignation managed to avoid the ramming vessel by barely a hundred metres. In space that was a hair’s breadth. She found herself sandwiched between the Gula class and the advancing Corsairs. Her mighty batteries fired in both directions. So much power she was sure to give the Scorpion a battering at close range and keep the flanking force at bay.
The crew of the Beacon didn’t even get to evactate. The reactor went critical and a round of bombing from enemy fighters sent it past the point of no return. Almost all hands were lost.
The Architeuthis found herself without a target, but carried on her journey, still cloaked. She came up behind the Aster. The wedge shaped cruiser would not likely be well armed to the rear and the vessel decloaked right in her wake. Both missile tubes fired together, a nasty surprise for the heavy vessel. Two assault concussion missiles right in the tail was nothing to sniff at. She would fired one more volley and then recloak before the Vanguard could turned to engage.
Sector One Inside the bowels of the Hungering Mynock looking for a way to escape! [member="Vexen"]
https://youtu.be/YxvBPH4sArQ
Micah heard the whimper; felt the arch of pain. Turning to the Defel, he saw her try to scamper along. Worry lined his sweaty brow, and his lungs were pumping air at a quickening rate due to the rising alarm. Explosions were rocking the Hungering Mynock, things were starting to get more and more dangerous. Lights would flicker, sparks from live wires where flame and metal warped their gauntlet they had to survive.
[ Alex! Hurry up! ] he ordered the droid, who was flying as fast as her repulsorlift would let her. Turning to Vex, he went reaching down to pick her up. If she complained, he wasn't having it.
Meanwhile...Alex had finally decided to change the music. From the selection, it was clear that perhaps he needed to drop her humor setting even lower.
[ Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man: no time to talk. Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around since I was born.]
A better choice, and certainly more upbeat. But the selection was a bit too spot on their current predicament. [And now it's all right. It's OK. And you may look the other way. ]
Personnel everywhere were rushing to the emergency decks to get into their emergency pods. There were cries of pain and the sound of concussive forces as the chain reaction kept spreading.
[ We can try to understand The Galactic Holonews' effect on man. ]
The Force cried a warning just a few seconds prior to another blast hitting Micah and Vex from the left. He barely had enough time to shield the Defel in his arms under his cloak as he went crashing hard on his shoulder. [ Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive. ]
[ Ah, nek take it!] he cursed, shaking his head as he pushed himself up. Yeah, that hurt. They were close. There should be another hanger deck near. They were too far from the emergency pods. [ Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin', And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive. ]
[ Vex I hope you can fly. ] his voice crackled through the comm. Because there was no way he was going to be able to do it. They’d likely crash before they left the ship.
[ Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive. ]
Turning to the left, he saw the sigils. There it was. Apparently he wasn’t the only one with this idea. Several others were rushing to the lines of ships, trying to get out as fast as they could.
Turning, his helm caught sight of a particular craft. Well, here we go. [ Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.]
Whatever resulted from his action against the Sith that had attempted to fry his brain wasn't enough to make him stick around, not when the vessel was going to blow with him on it - he had children to think of, and a woman he knew with clear certainty that he wanted to make his wife; blinking in stunned surprise at the realisation, surprise that only lasted as long as it took for him to turn tail and get out of what was the secondary bridge until it had been slagged by their aborted confrontation. He caught up with the Marshall and the War Dogs, the facts pouring in and cooling the surprise: he may have known ever since he loved her, and that had been a long time. It only took the threat of being scattered across the stars to make him realise he was ready to act on his feelings for her to that extent.
"I'm gonna ask her, Jace," the notice coming once he was alongside the other master, eyes blinking and squeezing shut at intervals, no doubt effects of getting lightning to the head that he was seeing things at the edges of his vision that weren't there, light where there wasn't any, a searing headache, and the rawness of energy burns on his face, "soon as she's all finished with giving us crap for what we've gotten done to ourselves, this time," a breathy chuckle followed that, "I'm gonna ask Avalore to be my wife."
He'd grin like an idiot if it didn't smart, and there was the matter of living long enough to ask such a question.
"Escape pods? Unless you think our ship's not fethed."
Location: Sector Two
Aboard the Paladin
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Gir Quee"]| [member="Irys Arist'lar"] | [member="Reshmar"]
9290 Total Length
Class Name Shields Status Wyyrlok-ClassInvincible 0% Destroyed
Wyyrlok-Class Savage 50% Firing upon Lancer with difficulty due to jamming. Gula-ClassMalevolent 0% Evacuating Crew
Gula-Class Scorpion 80% Turn to face Righteous Indignation Vanguard-Class Paladin 35% Damaged, Engaging Gir Quee...badly
Vanguard-Class Aster 65% Firing upon Righteous Indignation Talon-Class Falcon 100% Escorting Savage, Firing upon Agility
Talon-Class Savant 100% Escorting Savage, Firing upon Swift Boneshatter-ClassTerror 30% Firing upon Glory
Boneshatter-Class Hunter 5% Malfunctioning, Evacuating Hands
Boneshatter-Class Predator 100% Firing upon Gallen
Boneshatter-Class Vulture 100% Firing upon Gallen
Corsair-Class Loyalist 90% Firing upon Virtuous from Starboard Flank
Corsair-Class Brawler 100% Firing upon Virtuous from Starboard Flank
Corsair-Class Valiant 100% Firing upon Virtuous from Starboard Flank
Corsair-Class Heroic 80% Fire upon Righteous Indignation from Port Flank
Corsair-Class Gallant 85% Fire upon Righteous Indignation from Port Flank
Corsair-Class Monster 80% Fire upon Righteous Indignation from Port Flank
Fighters 260 Picket around Boneshatters
Bombers 110 Assault Hornet
Gunships 44 Fire upon Virtuous
The battle raged on even as the Paladin turned to confront it's own foes. Orders were given across a tactical representation of the battle in rapid succession as individual lights flickered off. Each light that was extinguished represented a life that was snuffed before it's natural time, and the Arue'tii found himself admiring the fluctuations as they powered off in various patterns and designs reminiscent of the art of warfare. The tactics when viewed through a scope that deleted all evidence of death and horror presented a fantastic spectacle of artistic display. Indeed, Abelain felt as though he could simply wait and spectate were it not for the pounding of oxygen escaping through the hull of his flagship with every passing second.
His unorthodox tactic of ramming the Gula-class vessels into an appropriately sized enemy ship had worked to surprising effectiveness, and the only thing it sacrificed from a tactical standpoint was the ability to recollect the starfighters and bombers easily. The more moral standpoint was avoided, because it involved the idea that he had intentionally given an order that could lead to hundreds of allied casualties. It had to be suppressed for the sake of continuing his operation of the battle. The tactical indicator revealed that the Majesty was releasing multiple escape pods as it's crew escaped from certain doom. The brief thought occurred to the Arue'tii to direct the fighters picketing the Boneshatter's to eliminate those runaways in hopes of eliminating the enemy commander who had no doubt been aboard the command ship.
Emotion could not guide him in circumstances such as these, and Abelain shrugged it away from his mind, focusing once more upon the strategy at hand. The enemy had managed to drive a wedge between the positions of their forces, and were actively hammering down upon the Savage. He considered turning the giant warship, but decided against it as it's low maneuverability likely meant it would not face the enemy in time to deal any significant damage. Instead it was to continue firing upon it's previously designated target to the best of it's ability, and to speed forward in an attempt at evading massive enemy attention.
"Have the starboard Corsairs open fire upon the Virtuous, and the port Corsairs fire upon the Righteous Indignation. Have the Talons fire upon the Strikes." He ordered, his voice a quiet rumble filled with resigned trepidation. Captain Jones near him boisterously shouted his own orders, his hands created rapid gesticulations towards each indicator upon the tactical map as if though he could view the ship with his own eyes. "Have the Terror engage the Glory. Remaining Boneshatters should fire on the Gallen. Get those bombers hitting the Hornet!" He finished, his gestures dying down as orders were followed and spoken down the chain of command to the soldiers on the front lines.
Went ahead and posted a quick response to Irys since the Invasion supposedly ends today.
