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

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwY6kIncUtM​

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

• The One Sith
• [member="Isamu Baelor"]
• [member="Raien Keth"]
• [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]

Enemies:

• The Alliance
• [member="Ryan Korr"]
• [member="Taeli Raaf"]

Fluff:

• Two Battalions of Zero-G Blackblade Guardsmen

Armament:

• Pressurized Variant of the Tyrant Armor
• Sith Shuk'orok
• Curved Sith Lightsaber
• Gabriel's Stolen Lightsaber
• Primordial Signet Ring

The marines began to fall back, their front shattered as the gargantuan Sith Lord lanced through their ranks like a spear, his fury tossing away groups of soldier likes rag dolls to smash into the blood-stained walls with such force that the metal bent inward from the impact. Whenever Vornskr singled out a soldier it was done so to inflict as much suffering as possible, their death slow and meticulous as Vornskr purposefully dismembered them one limb at a time until they were nothing more than a wriggling stump of agonized flesh and screams. It was only then after he had engorged himself on their pain that he finally ended them with a well-placed stomp or a flourish of his blade at their throat, coating himself in their gore as he continued on his destructive rampage through the warship's corridors. They could do nothing to stop him, he was a literal engine of war sent by the foulest of powers to sow death and destruction wherever he gaze descended, and he did so with joyous revelry.

Somewhere in the whirl of shouts, screams, and body parts he had activated his second lightsaber; rending the air before him with twin blades of raging sunfire that sliced weapons in two and carved black canyons across armored chests. His Blackblades, so loyal and so bloodthirsty, knew well to stay a good distance behind him less they too get caught up in his manic bloodlust, although all of them were readily willing to die for whatever cause Vornskr told them to believe in. All semblance of fear, doubt, or hesitation had been wiped away by systematic lobotomy and the dark magic that seeped from Vornskr's pores directly imbued into what was left of their dissected minds to make them unrelenting murderers. There was, however, one among them that had more independence, more free will than the entire Guard combined, one of Vornskr's bastard children.

Many of his children were vain, greedy creatures with no real foresight or vision of a greater galaxy ruled by a strong centralized government. They sought only to think in the now, further their selfish desires with no heed to the future. In a way they mirrored their own father in his distant youth, a creature of undirected hate and carnal lust that had given form to so many Zambranos that now plagued the galaxy. There were some that thought as he did, and they were the most gifted of his children. The one that trailed behind him, violence on her mind, was not one of those children, but she still had malleable potential that could be molded by proper guidance. That was why she came with him to this ship, to learn of the Dark Side and the nature of the Sith, and if the Force was willing she would take such lessons to heart and perhaps follow in her father's footsteps.

But now Vornskr's attention was needed elsewhere as one of the beacons of light he senses seemed to materialize through the haze of scarlet and the piles of corpses Vornskr had left in his wake. The man called out to him, his voice clear and resolute; "That's far enough, Darth." He could only chuckle derisively as he yanked his blade free of a soldier's chest, letting the corpse unceremoniously tumble to the ground in a heap. He turned to face his adversary, the distinct features of the man's face finally coming into focus as recognition dawned on the Sith Lord's face, and his smile widened beneath the terrifying visage of his horned helmet.

"Ah, Master Korr. I had wondered if you'd get caught in our web." He moved several paces towards the Jedi who in response activated his lightsaber, an azure beam exploding into existence. "But I am glad that you are here, I was starting to get bored with these dullards you've sent to the meat grinder." By now the survivors of the jump from the Ruination had assembled behind him, their weapons drawn but none dared to take the initiative from their Lord unless given the order. For now they merely served as a backdrop to the fight that was about to ensue, the tension in the air palpable as both Jedi and Sith sized each other up and fell into their respective battle stances.

"I hope you've made your peace, for the end is nigh." The air seemed to swirl around the Sith Lord, the Force flowing through him like a turbulent tidal wave and at the exact moment before it crashed against his shore he pushed himself off of the ground to sprint with speed that didn't seem possible for a man with his stature towards the Jedi Master, blades coming in from the left and the right at mirroring angles.

 

[Kana Truden]

Location: Aegis
Allies: Alliance People, and the whiner [member="Cole Katarn"]. Probably.
Enemies: Sith People, but mainly [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]

And so here came the part that Kana had worked for. The corruption that ran through her veins wasn’t gone, but it was under wraps. Months of work, exercise and meditation had led up to this, her final test before the eyes of her overseer [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]. Together they had trained, fenced, sparred or whatever you really preferred to call letting a grown man beat you up with training equipment for a few months until you got better at preventing it. The days of offense had long since passed her by, but for the sake of her friends she had decided that now was perhaps the best time to get herself involved in the on-going struggle against the dark.

… Again, and this time it wasn’t her own battle but the actual- well, you as a reader get it.

The sirens blared within her clinic as the boarding crafts came crashing into the hangar. Kana perked her brow at the intercoms as the man on the other end reported the recent breaches. Her hands let go of the man who had become incapacitated by eating far too many enchiladas and looked at the door. Her saber hilt was still around her belt, she had regained that right a month back and to stay here and save the one man from his own stupidity wasn’t really any way to go.

She handed the man a bottle of painkillers before patting him on the head in a rather patronizing manner.

“Now keep safe while I go check out what the fuzz is.” The doctor condescended the patient as she unhooked her oversized laser-scalpel and stepped out of the clinic to go look for, well, whoever had caused all the ruckus so that she could stop them.

 

[Micah Talith]

Sector One
Boarding Shuttle
[member="Vexen"]

---

“Three?!” he said with mock aghast. He even made a small dramatic flair back of his head, as if the notion was abysmal. Which to the Talith it was.

Bright orange eyes would dance behind the phrik helm, and his impish merriment would channel over to the Defel. Oh he was amused alright.

“But three isn’t enough!” he would claim, gesturing with his hand a if to plea favor. “What if I need five? Six?” his head gave a cant to the right, mirth echoing within the voice modular of his helm.

“Dad says if one is going to commit to something, might as well go all the way. I could very well need ten!” the boarding shuttle gave a shudder as it was struck by wayward fire. Their shield shone briefly iridescent, and the kick was enough to tug at the Talith with the restraints to hold him in place. He gave a heavy grunt, cut off from his banter.

However, that didn’t last long.

“I’m just saying.” he said with a brief cough. Nothing ever seemed to ruin his good disposition. Granted, this was to keep his own mind busy. It wasn’t that he hated ships. He enjoyed them. It just annoyed him to crash. The curse already did that, and ever since he was little over Crina, he always had a habit of feeling he was somewhat to blame.

“-- Girls dig a little humor.”

 

[Shaddi]

Location: Aboard the Hungering Mynock.
Objective: Defend the carrier, use any captives in experiments later on.
Allies: The Os.
Enemies: The GA, [member="Nia Siroc"], [member="Elaine Thul"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Meeristali Peradun"]

Armament
His Lightsaber, Tonka Amulet, His armor, Ring of Hrafnar.

Accompanied by: Red & Blue


Standing on the Bridge of the Hungering Mynock, Darth Erebos observed the ongoing battle through the force. He found it interesting from the perch he stood on and how he looked at the battle that it all seemed like a bunch of ants scrambling around to try and kill each other. With a slight sigh he moved to walk out of the bridge but as one of the ensigns shouted that they had boarders entering the main hangar. "Close the blast doors leading into the hangar and Open it to vacuum!" Erebos shouted at the ensign much to the annoyance of it's captain but as the ensign began the procedure he looked up. "S-sir they've managed to lock off that option." With a clenched fist Erebos opened it which caused something akin to a sonic boom to emanate from his hand as he let out a force echo. The crew was visibly frightened of the sith lord but the ability was meant to saturate the bridge with force energy to allow him to see much more clearly, given that he saw with the force itself. "I managed to close the blast doors at least..." The ensign said trying to redeem himself to the lord. "Hmm.... Close most blast doors and those around it to build a double parameter around them, it should slow their advance considerably. Then open a passage way to the secondary bridge, leave it open and clear so the enemy can advance unhindered towards it. Just make sure the secondary bridge cannot be used to control anything aboard the ship or I'll not only have your own head but you family will be my new test subjects." Erebos said threateningly and the ensign did as he was told, however as Erebos began to depart the bridge the captain spoke up. "Where are you going?" This made Erebos look towards him and chuckle a little. "Too meet with our guests of course."

After that the lord departed the bridge, his robes flowing around him like a shroud as some of the guards that accompanied him thought flowed with dark wisps of black smoke or darkness. It was the magic of the lord taking affect for as he reached the entrance to the secondary bridge he simply sat down and began to meditate, troops lining around him along with the two droids flanking him with their swords ready to be drawn. As he meditated a shadow like smoke of darkness began to spread out from him, saturating into the walls and floor around him as he prepared for his guests to arrive.

 

[Vexen]

Sector One
Departing the The Hungering Mynock’s hangar
[member="Micah Talith"]

“You’re off the hook. By the they’ll be putting their sabers through their own faces I reckon,” Vexen replied. She fell rather suddenly silent as the ship rocked to a piece of debris catching the particle shields.

Vexen closed her eyes tight shut as they made their final approach. The craft rocked again and she thought she did well not to whimper. The Wyrrlock class had closed with their fleet to allow troops to make the jump directly, but that also made the return trip for the Alliance boarding craft shorter. Vexen would have bitten someone’s arm off for just a few seconds less in the bouncing shuttle.

She didn’t know that Rogue Squadron themselves were clearing the path ahead of them, scything through Sith fighters and preparing to launch another round of ordnance at the hangar shields.

“We’ve touched down!” came c all from the pilot. Vexen opened her eyes to find that they had, indeed landed on the hangar of the enemy vessel. As the doors opened she was met with the din of battle. Jacen and his group were fighting hard to secure a foothold. Micah and Vexen had their own goals. Before departing she checked her bag of detonators. She stepped out to be met with the sight of three troopers falling to one knee to fire at their shuttle.

The Force came to here easily, enhancing her speed. Little more than a shadow she darted across the distance between them to the sound of startled cries. Lifting off from the ground she plated both feet on the chest of the first soldier. As he fell backwards she swiped across with her stun baton, catching the side of his head. Before that one even touched the ground she pushed off, going into a backwards spin that kept her airborne.

Both remaining troopers turned their rifles in her direction, but they seemed to slow to her. A blaster bolt passed several feet from her. She leapt up as soon as her feet touched the ground. Rear leg came around to catch the next trooper at head height. She dropped onto all fours as two bolts from the final trooper went over her head. Stun gun found her paw as she dropped him with one shot to the chest before he could lower his aim.

With a stoic nod she brushed her fur down and headed for the side exit, as they’d planned. Micah and Vexen would stay away from the noise the others made and walk the silent path. But the sound of boots on metal deck suggested the defenders had other ideas. Without pause she plunged her stun baton into a console beside them. The lights flickered out.

“They’re already used to fearing the dark,” she murmured as she stalked ahead of Micah. Both batons off, she was utterly invisible in the shadows.

Perhaps that would shock Micah. Always she had struggled to come to terms with much fear there was for her, not love. But just last week she had met a Togorian. Vexen was always curious when she met new species, hopefully she might one day find her homeworld. But what he had told her of his own home…

The boots were close. Her claws snapped free of their sheaths.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Location: ANS Fondor’s Aegis.
Allies: The One Sith, Blackblade Guard, [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Raien Keth"], [member="Isamu Baelor"].
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Kana Truden"], (Maybe [member="Cole Katarn"])

Armament:
Chimera Blaster rifle.
MK III Blackblade Combat Armour.
One Sith SK2 Ripper.
MOHC Dauntless Blade (W. fire enchantment).

Yours is the fury, yours is the blood.
Mother Vahl, grant me your favour.
Yours is the fire, yours is the strength.

The prayer reverberated through Joycelyn’s mind and rolled soundlessly over her lips. She was not of the same faith as the Blackblade guards; she had been touched by Vahl. Yet, she wore their armour and would fight by their side. Joycelyn Zambrano, the apprentice to the Sword of Vahl, would fight alongside her father, [member="Darth Vornskr"] and her sister, [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]. In a battle like this, they would not be separated. Together, the twins thought themselves invincible. They had never faltered before when they put their collective power to the same goal.

My blood is fire.

They barged through the ship’s hull in the wake of the Butcher King. She had never boarded a ship in this fashion before. Joyce’s heart pounded in her chest. Fear made anger, pumping adrenaline through her veins. Plasma streaked everywhere, throwing lines of colour at the dark backdrop.

My will is death.

She could see her Father at the front and her sister ways ahead of her. The soldier at her left suddenly disappeared as a stray shot evaporated his form. Joycelyn knew there was only one way to go in order to survive; forward. They clashed through the carving in the hull and once again the surroundings were a bloodbath. Joycelyn could feel the familiar sense of fury building up in her as she lifted the Chimera blaster rifle and let it roar in controlled bursts. Against her powerful form and the padding of her armour, the recoil felt like nothing. The shots, however, scorched flesh and stole life.

Witness me, Vahl.

Joycelyn positioned herself within reach of Evaelyn, trusting her to watch her back. After all, they were invincible together. As Vornskr faced off against the Jedi, she lowered her weapon and looked at her sister. A smile played on her lips as she turned to watch the back of the group.

“Elyn, the rear.”

She had an inkling, a sensation that they would be more useful there.

 

[Satra Woodle]

Location: The hungering mynock



Objective: Help with everything going on that ship.



Allies: OS





Enemy: GA



Equipment: Her lightsaber

Satra talks too her boarding squadron leader.

"Mission?"

((who ever else is on the ship HELP!))

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Mess Decks, Titan
Allies: [member="Sal Katarn"]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"] | [member="Crystal"]

The presence rolled over him like scum and oil on rancid water. The identity wasn't known to Glavo, but what was known was the alignment. Not that he cared Light or Dark. It was too late for the moment to do much with the cannon to prepare for what he suspected was a Sith Lord or two. He hoped two... The bloodstripe cannon was thrown to Higgins, along with the pack. A few clips were hit, and all but the torch tube was dropped as he advanced forward, helmet thudding and rolling back slowly. Kal could command the troops, hopefully they'd remember he brought the boarding droid still in his pack. Out of the smoke he walked, not fast or slow, not cocky, not really anything but just walked. Sith were scum. It wasn't their use of the Force to him, it was their dogma of enslavement and torture and mass slaughter of innocents. No concern for the greater good. Just transient whim. They all ended up that way. Maybe if he talked things up, they could get surprise on their side.

A twist of the wrist and the torch opened up. the webbing gone exposed his G.E.A.R. bodysuit and minimalist armor. His neck rolled, popping, and he casually tilted the torch tube and caught his lightsaber in his palm, but didn't ignite it. Silent, still. Even breathing, calm eyes, not yet responding to the creatures' before him and their bait as he left the squad behind. If he could distract one of them, the squad could possibly pin or destroy the other one, or wound them to a non-factor in the fight. Right hand gripped the blade in a loose, elegant splay hold, simple silver cylinder soft in his grasp. And he stopped, a ways away from Cameron & Crystal, and nodded. Oddly enough, the blade still remained inactive and inert, and he seemed utterly at peace.

Force, don't let one of those karkers recognize me and try to clap me in irons right now...

Then he spoke.

"Hero? Hardly. Just an average guy taking a nice little stroll with some friends... We were actually looking for a cigar bar, but this place seems woefully bereft... Mind letting us pass? I'll check out the Nerfburger on the way out."

 

[Raien Keth]

Location: Aboard the ANS Fondor's Aegis. Stopped on the way to Life Support, Facing [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Mission: Assess. Educate. Grow Force Power. I'll take this dance.
Allies: The One Sith | [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Cole Katarn"] and anyone in the way.




Massassi scythed through with burning plasma blade, Keth stood motionless, his breathing imparting no signs of life or emotion upon the mortal shell, as those around him fell as chaff. Attention ahead to the force signature before him. Brighter than the dim canvass he saw life atop. Reading her mannerisms, learning of the aura that faced him, her traditional honorable salute, the momentum of her throw to extend her power, her needing none with her to face him. All spoke to him of her character, her core.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8idi8-2frY​

Brought Forth to burn the brighter.​

As her raised salute lowered slightly, her grip might feel tightened in the force, beam perhaps turned inward, but harmlessly so. As soon as power was exerted the gesture ended from Keth. Pride. As if he was assisting her to see routine would not serve her here, the salute a possible weapon to strike at her head, as with anything else aboard. Need to teach, was as close as she would see to any mark of long lost honor saluting her back, beneath the once Jedi, Gladiator, General and Man. Only his Sith code before her, yet her gesture had stirred memories inside the armor of a dead rival. [member="Darth Proeliator"]

Sensing she was powerful at range from her throw, heavy deliberate steps carved down into metal, digging out his purpose ahead of him in real terms upon their flagship. Another Jedi Master to kill, or educate both. Beneath the sithspawn’s armor his drive fired up and renewed. Across his body, the mighty, spiked, vong maul taking place of his left hand, was braced in shielding position.

Always taking the stance first. - Force Combustion

Metal began to bend and twist around the Jedi Master’s feet, puncturing upward, aiming to simply impale the woman, as shard and splinter was sped up to shatter. Material twisted and was thrust towards her in the force from below her own ground. If you knew him, he was trying to unbalance her, keep her moving, while his heavier steps became a thundering run, now hammering down upon their metal floor. Readying to strike, holding for exactly the right time... the spiked maul was punched forward toward her, aimed central in a measured blow.

Elsewhere

As for our cheese obsessed black droids, they were happily suiciding upon their superior pursuers, as high explosive charges and weapon fire likely took chunks out of decks, biodroid and anything caught in the way of the mechanical fireworks. This was a big ship, so the damage likely was going to be absorbed, however it might soften them up for continued strikes around the engines from other sources. [member="Isamu Baelor"] and @Sith Boarders



Gear:
Edge of Truth lightsaber | Heavy Vong Spiked Maul grown in place of his left hand | Krayt’s Reborn Armor

Fluff: (100/250) Biodroids MK2’s - Byss Hive, using GA DNA Templates
Biodroids: Blowing themselves and other things up, #canonfoderication.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Aegis
Allies: Alliance People, and the whiner [member="Kana Truden"]. Probably.
Enemies: [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

The clinic door hissed open and out came its doctor.

Truden was a difficult case for Cole, in one way she was a person who understood his own tenacious grasp with the Lightside better than most, and in the other… well, she was really, really strange at times.

"Doctor." Cole addressed, before falling in line behind her. He could feel it in the air. That tentative silence, the wake before the storm. Strings strung tight and everyone around them tentatively wondering what would happen next?

Where they going to die?

Katarn had nothing to offer them in return. Someone else might have tried to ease their minds with empty platitudes or promises of protection, but all Cole did was expand his aura of peace. A field of energy that made people close by to him less panicked, more focused and calm.

"We are being boarded. What’s our combat plan?"

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Location: Space combat
Objective: Screening/defending GA capital ships from OS boarding shuttles
Allies: GA/Rogue Squadron [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
Enemies: OS [member="Darth Ophidia"] (target un-stealthed ship) [member="Raien Keth"] (responding to mind games)
Equipement: T-70 X-wing, pilot side arm

Suddenly the non-Force sensitive Taanabian gasped for no reason as if all the air in the cockpit of the T-70 had been sucked out yet life support was functioning optimally causing her hand to falter and loosen on the control stick as it went to her throat. In her mind, Alexandra was floating in space like she had done after being forcefully ejected from her snubfighter by her astromech droid during the Battle of Coruscant just before the fighter craft was vaped; being the last of her squadron to survive the onslaught. Though this time the starfighter pilot was conscious and watched with anticipated horror the life support in her flight suit dwindle to nothing with the knowledge of what would happen next.

Rusty whirled and beeped vehemently for his pilot to 'snap out of it', then the copper red R2 unit took over the controls for the moment and jostled the X-wing sharply back and forth to get Alleycat's attention. Only mere seconds had elapsed by this time, but enough that the snubfighter had drifted vicariously close to another ship. The seasoned pilot's nimble hands and feet came alive with muscle memory and the fog of Alleycat's mind shook clear of the Sith influence just in time before anything bad could happened.

"Thanks, buddy," Alex said appreciatively with humbleness in the tone to her trusted co-pilot basically, then she steeled her mind with shear determination to not let that happen again. After this battle was all over, Russo would seek out one of the Jedi to have them teach her how to shield better. She wasn't weak minded in the least, but most likely had been too caught up in the thrill of combat and just got lazy not being more mindful of who they were up against and the tricks the dark siders liked to use.

Russo hadn't seen her wingman, [member="Choli Vyn"], actually run into something invisible in the space around them causing the young jedi's shields to fail on her X-wing, but a few moment's later it was evident what the mystery debris was - a cloaked ship. It's hull flickered to life in a stuttering way as if the cloaking device was damaged in the collision and shorting out perhaps.

"Reboot your systems, Seven, and stay out of trouble. I'll be right back… " Alex keyed over their ship to ship comm channel, then she snap-rolled the X-wing and dove down at the now fully visible ship.

Rogue Eleven was too close to use proton torpedoes safely so as soon as she got a target lock her finger triggered the Taim & Bak KX 12 laser cannons surgically dotting across the fuselage trying to take the engines out hopefully before it's shields were up to full capacity, then banked hard to come around and take another pass at the Sith Infiltrator before it got to the Belshazzar.

 

[Crystal]

Location: Mess Decks of Titan
Allies: [member="Cameron Centurion"]
Enemies: [member="Sal Katarn"] | | [member="Cath Lorr"] [member="Glavo Pahro"]

Crystal’s laughter echoed through the mess hall. It was certainly a cheerful laugh, but that didn’t make it any less unsettling to those who might hear it. It continued for a solid twenty seconds. A Cigar Bar, he said. A Cigar Bar! It was quite possibly the funniest thing she’d heard in years that didn’t come from her own mouth.

The Sorceress went silent then, eager to hear what his long haired counter part had to say. She stood with her hands behind her back, at ease. Her lightsaber hilt was tucked into the small of her back, and it would likely remain there. It wasn’t her favourite tool. Besides, she could do a lot more damage using the Force and have way more fun. The Princess was all about fun at this point in her life.

 

[Elaine Thul]

Location: The Hungry Mynock
Allies: Rogue Squadron
Enemies: [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Cale Gunderson"]
Equipment: Dueling Armour, Pink Lightsaber
Forces: Housecarls 70 Thul Reapers 20 Plasma Casters 10 Disc Cannons
4x Pioneers as well as 13 Thul Infantry Companies
lost two infantry companies

She watched outside viewport as the hungry mynock got closer, she could see rogue squadron trying to protect her boarding craft. Despite there valiant efforts, she saw some of her ships get destroyed into fireballs. Then some of bodyparts, still encased in there armour crash into her view port. It was horrifying to watch, yet she could not help keep watching. Hoping her ship would not be next, even so would she still end up like one of them whilst she was on the enemy ship. As she began to be afraid, then [member="Aela Talith"] battle meditation started to take affect, her spirits began to lift. Her troops where protected by the gallant efforts of rogue squadron, that was something to be happy about. She also was some of best troops and best armoured troops in the galaxy sat with her. She had one other advantage, she was a thul no matter what.

Soon her ship landed on the carrier, and her housecarls began to piled out the ship. As they did they opened up with there weapons, and shrugging of the enemy blaster fire. This due to combination of thick armour and deflector shields, though she hoped they had enough batteries to last the last the battle. She felt a presence in the force, this told her there where force user on this ship. The next to get on board where her pioneers, they set about securing the hang bay controls. They had lock out the bridge to stop them all getting spaced, as it was apparently cold out there, with no type atmosphere. Then first infantry companies got on, they aboard ship called Red Dwarf.

After control hangar bay was hers, she had to come up with a plan to take this vessel. She head out to meet the commander of the housecarls, her main advisor. As she approached him, he gave quick bow. She waved her hand, as the was no time for formalities this was war after all. Okay we onboard and we have more troops getting in, so whats is our plan of attack? He was not going tell her any lies, they where outnumbered possibly as much as hundred to one. ​My lady I shall put straight to you, we have about three thousand soldiers here. They have a crew as much as thirty five thousand. That's not to dishearten you, we do have advantages though. They are not all marines, and chance are we have more heavy fire power than them. Also the ship is mainly corridors, so that number can not be brought to bear on us in one go. The enemy commander has opened up a corridor to us, to what we think is the secondary command bridge. That would be a mistake, they want us take that route. Though not to do anything with it, would also be a mistake. She then looked at him as to say, look you got plan just tell me. Okay we are going to, send down infantry company down there, with grenades and just blast the hell out it, force user or not grenades hurt them. Then try and hold what ever they have in a stand off, while the main force goes for engineering. There we cut power to ship, and the life support will fail. Then we get back to hangers and leave, they all suffocate as they got nowhere to go. As he said it he sound confident, possibly due to the battle mediation. Then again may be was the armour he was in, and the very big gun he wield. She liked the plan and her reply was, Make it so. Then some infantry company set up an attack formation, to try get as far down that corridor as possible. She then head off with housecarls, and began to try cut her way to engineering. The pioneers and the rest infantry would be in support, keep the route back to hangar bay open, and keep supplies moving.


The battle had just begun.

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Location:Hungering Mynock
Allies: The One Sith, anybody on the carrier at present
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Elaine Thul"]
Equipment:

* Basic Sith Warrior Armor, sealed for potential EVA activity
* Single Bladed Saber x2 (One Red, one Blue)
Forces: Stormtroopers on Stormtroopers, and the 769th


As the boarding craft unloaded its cargo of troops, the first groups of defenders found themselves cut down, but in but a few moments the defenders had organized themselves. Light blaster fire was drowned by the crack of heavy blaster emplacements being set up rapidly as they scrambled about the halls surrounding the hanger, taking cover and opening fire. Still, the black armored titans storming off the craft weren't going down without considerable effort, and anti-armor weapons weren't in widespead use around a carrier, but sustained fire had a way of breaking through things and the units would have to take an action other than tanking the shots soon on order to survive. Even as the hanger fell to the hands of the boarder, numerous units surged through the halls to meet the infantry in the halls.

The plan Gunderson had enacted was simple, fortify your positions, flank when the option was viable, and hold the line. The knight, flanked by a squad of troopers were moving towards Elaine as Cale tracked her through the force. Though the dark armored man stalking through the halls wasn't all that major in comparison to what was happening in the halls. As the Thul infantry tushed down the corridor they made quite the amount of headway, cutting down the poorly positioned troopers, but as they worked their way forward, they'd find themselves against a wall of repeaters and rotary cannons which opened up and tore into the boarding party with untold fury, the opposition would have to take cover or be mowed down, as the group of stormtroopers operating the weapons would not run out of ammo until long after they'd cut down a single charging company. After all, funneling men towards a machinegun nest was suicide. Grenades were a viable counter, the emplacement was densely packed for obvious reasons, but to the back of it a company of stormtroopers bolstered by a platoon of 769th soldiers were spread through the length of the hallway ready to respond in kind.

The battle was doomed to fall into messy hand to hand combat, and the troops of the One Sith were ready for that. The path Elaine took seemed mostly empty spare a few maintenance droids , almost eerily empty. Obviously engineering was well defended, but she wasn't there yet, and considering the size of the Mynock she had quite a ways to go, and surely she had to sense all was not right.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Location: Mess Decks of the Titan
Allies: [member="Glavo Pahro"] | [member="Cath Lorr"]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"] | [member="Crystal"]

Blood ran ice cold at the sight of the two sole occupants of the mess deck and the all too familiar style of blade the male carried. There could be no mistaking them. Both bore that same dismissive arrogance, no more concern displayed toward the forty some odd marines than one would have for a group of hostile ants. Katarn's nostrils flared, throat suddenly parched dry.

"Hero? Hardly. Just an average guy taking a nice stroll with some friends."

Sal was already speaking into the helmet mic. "Go. Finish the mission. I'll help the observer."

"We were actually looking for a cigar bar, but this place seems woefully bereft."

Fifty against two might've seemed better odds, but these were familiar demons and he knew how those numbers could be turned against his boarding party in an instant. Plus, there was that politician and her buttmonkeys who'd come along for the ride. Brass'd issued a frag-o and put them with the vachead team. Hell if Sal knew why. They were somewhere behind. Moseyin' along.

"Mind letting us pass?"

Qassi might've been the only one in the whole unit to know a bit about who he was and what he'd done. Maybe that's why she took his advice and kept 'em moving, or maybe it was because he was every bit as expendable as he thought.

"I'll check out the Nerfburger-"

Still talkin'?

The drifter grimaced, an expression lost on the rest underneath his black helmet, then swung up his Czerka 840 scatter gun and squeezed the trigger.

"-the way out."

9 pellets of 00 buck ripped from the barrel and spread out toward the woman who was standing. The man on the bench was seated and would probably take longer to react. Czerka advertised that at optimal ranges the 840 could punch through a plate of durasteel a sixth of an inch thick. Katarn didn't know about all that, but he'd been aimin' at the woman's chest. Not a whole lot could survive that at this range, but if these two were what he thought they were, then there'd be sure to be some tricks in play.

Sal made to squeeze the trigger again. He'd 7 more in the mag and he didn't plan on stopping anytime soon.

 

[Darth Centax]

Location: Underbelly of the Alliance Carrier ANS Belshazzar.
Heading to: Objectives, Bridge, Engineering

Enemies: On the Carrier or Enroute (Possibly)
[member="Sturgis Tal'Verda"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"]
Former interceptors in space:
[member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"]


Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] | Anyone on way to carrier.

Surviving Forces:

Spoiler

769th Coruscant Own Regulars: Breaching/Boarding Regiment. (1400/2000) 300 More Lost to Starfighters, Cannons and Initial Boarding
Objectives:
Bridge - 1st and 2nd Battalion (with Kylath), 700/1000
Engineering - 3rd and 4th Battalion, 700/1000
*Included in overall number, all rough estimates.

The fighters and cannon fire focusing on the approach were taking their toll, rogue squadron bringing home the point in style. Ship to ship boarding was some of the deadliest action you could undertake, for all the obvious reasons, and the bigger the ship the more manpower you needed. Thankfully the men here were geared and equipped to do just that, if they made it aboard! Bodies, metal, wrecked shuttles all in the way of new approaches, all had collisions. Rogue squadron and others nailing more before they hit home, but the 769th just kept coming, committed to avenging centrax. Those unlucky enough not to make it, often falling through the mounting debris such an action made. Men jumped from the wreckage, engaging their magnetic boots to walk atop the Belshazzar's hull itself, while many others were simple ejected out into vacuum or died alone, not strapping into a jump pack in time.

~Forward brothers and sisters of the 769th fell, to avenge those they loved. You couldn’t create spirit like they showed there that day, boldly into flack, cannon and metal hell.~​

​

“Final approach, brace!” Kylath screamed over the comms to his own 7th company.

Narrowing his eyes as his own shuttle hit home, and guiding those shuttles immediately nearest, using growing force connection to the men. The shuttle's Tekonite nose cone absorbed the heat from the impact and crumpled as was its purpose, yet that same force blew out the lights and turned his craft dark inside. His men piled out, their riot energy shields held forward to deflect fire back at their attackers.

Bodies of those who had boarded initially were ahead, then the ongoing firefight inside. Those first few seconds aboard were a world of hurt for anyone on either side, till momentary safe, if you could call it that, zones were setup. Men used shields, explosive, gun and indeed bodies for cover as more shuttles came in. One of the first things to do, simply put, was to take out the nearest weapons firing at the shuttles, those along the underbelly. To make matters interesting, a great deal of oxygen loss was going on, magboots and breathing units were engaged all around to help grip the borders in place, because although these were dart craft, the number hitting home were ripping up the underside of the carrier, death by a thousand cuts.

769th BR were a boarding regiment trained for this. Lockdown areas of the carrier one section at a time, sounds simple, but isn’t. Most don’t realise that you don’t just have the corridor, you have the maintenance ducts, undersections, oversections, an entire metal world where threats come and go in all directions. Blowing some of those sections sealed was often the best way, welding them where they could was the preferred option, but most doors or hatches you just didn’t have time to mess around.

“7th Ante!” Forward, in the high galactic. Kylath called to his own company over comms, saber flashing against blaster fire to return it where it came, the captain beginning to work his way to the bridge, and prepared for a hell of a fight along the way. A shielded formation pressed forward, him out front of them. The greater body of the regiment were not just using the corridors where possible, but using maintenance ducts, or access passageways below and above to bring fire from all directions on their foes.


Personal Gear:
X1 Officer Armor | MRS-1 Modular Assault Rifle Sized in hands | 4x Mixed Grenades | Lightsaber on hip | Personal Ray Shield | Crushgaunts on Hands | Jack Knife Pistol on hip

Actions: Many more shuttles and borders lost | Boarding Objectives - Bridge, Engineering, men headed to each.
Switching my Posting Order to Those on the Ship! Thanks Rogue Squadron, was fun.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Mess deck of The Immortal Titan
Allies: Strike team [member="Sal Katarn"] [member="Glavo Pahro"]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"] [member="Crystal"]
Armor: Sasori Heavy Body Armor
Weapons: Lightsaber, blaster

The Orbalisk shuttle clamped onto the Titan and dispensed its cryoban, until a human-sized hole was formed in the hull of the ship. Cath and Odo slipped onto a random maintenance hallway and the shuttle sealed the hole.

"Quite efficient," said the Eldorai official.

"The Strike Team is in one of the mess halls on the ship, not the one they breached," recounted Odo.

Klakons blaring around them, the duo made their way to the location, not encountering too much resistance along the way. A couple of straggling soldiers with which they exchanged fire until the infantry retreated.

"We're close," Cath said. "I think I can smell food."

The distinct grilled beef of a hamburger wafted through the air momentarily and was gone.

The odor made poor Odo hungry, but he remained on task and followed the Home Secretary into the deserted café -like area where both of them could see two members of their strike team as well as two Sith Lords.

Edging around the corner, Cath made her way into the room, but did not speak and only ignited her lightsaber.

Odo behind her, held his blaster up, the two Sith in his cross-hairs.

 

[Matthew Robinson]

Location: ANS Belshazzar - haphazardly heading toward a hot blonde's position (not YOU, Kylath...eventually...but [member="Aeron Kreelan"])
Allies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Sturgis Tal'Verda"]
Enemies: OS [member="Kylath Connar Amadis"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]

"No, mate. I needed some civilization, y'know? There was a call for some medical support - so I answered. We're supposed to get some bacta supplies for the Outback in return." A low whistle left Matt's lips. "And four? How hard you riding her?" Bryce wouldn't see his grin but he'd probably hear it.

The deck-plating beneath his feet rumbled. Warnings went off in the ship. Pristine white-lights flashed a garish-red in warning. A crackled voice echoed from the speakers of the ANS Belshazzar.

"We've been breached. All soldiers and personnel, report to your defensive positions. Critical blast doors will be closed in ten seconds."

Out of habit, Matt reached into his pocket and popped a mint-leaf in his mouth, tucking it back beneath his teeth. It helped him to concentrate. "Might see you sooner than you think, Bryce." He kept the comm-line open in case the red-head wanted to fire back but his attention returned to June.

"Keep the med-bay open as long as you can. I have a feeling we're about to be flooded." The untrained-empath could feel the pain from not-so-very-far-away. He just didn't know if it was their men or the sith's. With the medic-band around his upper arm signifying his rank and his med-pac slung over his shoulder, he turned to go.

"Just. Take care of yourself, Matt. And if you see a sith, don't crack jokes at them. That's what your gun's for."

Yeah, June would be fine.

"You mean sith won't appreciate my humor, either?" Dark-brows lofted at June before he took off down the hall, for once, letting his senses guide him for where he needed to be. He was getting closer to Kylath and his NPCs.

Rounding the corner and near the hangar - because that's when we last saw Aeron - his broad chest would come very close to running into and potentially knocking down the hot blonde herself. It would teach Matt a very important lesson to watch where he was going or really it might just enforce his bad habits.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Mess Decks of the Titan
Allies: [member="Crystal"]
Enemies [member="Sal Katarn"] | [member="Glavo Pahro"] | [member="Cath Lorr"] | ~40ish Marines

By the time one of the interlopers had began offering his own witty retort, Cameron had lowered his previously outstretched arms. Silver-green eyes remained focused on what he perceived to be the greater threats. Granted, there were a lot of blasters and assorted weaponry in the room, but the crude, conventional weapons of most sapient beings were useless against the ever-present strength of the Force.

Still, Cameron wasn't a very flashy practitioner most often. Content to allow the continued exchange between his ex-wife and...one of the dudes he didn't know, the Sith Lord's awareness was free to remain vested in the Force...his one true ally. Any trained force user in the vicinity would have been able to notice the rapid coalescing of power within the core of Cameron's body the moment their visitors had arrived. It appeared, however, that...perhaps only one truly was.

Just prior to the entrance of the tiny elf, a small itching sensation raced up Cameron's spine and his silver-green gaze locked immediately on Sal Katarn. The time it took for his brain to formulate the thought and transmit the signal through his body to flex his trigger finger was longer than the time it took for Cameron, fully immersed in the Force, to feel the impending action, seeing a result before the action ever initiated.

In a perfectly calm manner, the Sith Lord subtly raised his right hand and influenced the current of the Force to rapidly slow the projectiles until they had come to a complete stand-still. Though Cameron saw it almost in slow-motion, it would have looked to most observers as if the projectiles for Sal's scattergun simply hit an invisible wall and remained suspended in the air a few feet from himself. "Would you believe me if I told you I was a pacifist?" As Cameron lowered his hand and came to his feet, the projectiles dropped to the floor. For a brief moment, he adjusted the dark blue and gray folds of his cloak over the tattooed appearance of his exposed upper body. Armor was for Jedi and other...small children.

Ugh pacifist? Should have gone with lover not a fighter.

Neither were true statements.

((OOC: I'm...not really sure where Crystal is relative to me, so she'll have to come up with her own response to almost taking buckshot to the chest...))

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Mess Decks, Titan
Allies: [member="Sal Katarn"]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"] | [member="Crystal"]

The stalling with the quip had at least let the men get about their business of taking down the generators for the weapons batteries and shields on this terror. That much was key and vital to what they were about here. His life? It should have ended a decade or more ago when his brother took blasters and a lightsaber in his chest to try and save him when he found him on the Outer Rim. Still haunted him at night, the gurgling he made as he crumpled in front of him. Regardless, the debt was there and he had skated on it more than a few times. If today was the day the Force called his tab up, then today was the day. A step forward, facing Cameron, a sly grin creeping over his face as the Sith began to show off, amassing power.

Glavo, on the other hand, was not so obvious or forward, except to roll the saber in his grip, the thing hissing and igniting with a snap of silver light as it blazed to life. The buckshot to Crystals' chest would have been nice, but alas it did not work. And the men staying had been the initial plan, some of them. But he saw the wisdom in them going on. At the very least he could stall Cameron and this woman long enough to keep them here for some pretty crippling damage to be done on all fronts to the generators of this vessel. They might even find the primary one and blow it, who knew? Regardless, the saber rolled in his wrist, humming and hushing sibilant like. Glavo looked to the hovering pellets, to Sal, to Cameron, and back through again, then at Crystal, shaking his head.

"Now see? That's a neat trick. Wish I could hold off stabbing you to learn it... But unless you let us through, I might have to get aggressive, which is a shame, wouldn't you say? Would you believe me if I said I didn't know how to use this?"

With that last line, Glavo stalked forward slowly, patiently, his entire movement conservative. And whirled the lightsaber again to indicate he spoke of it. A patient eye would notice the length, the width, exact point of his toes, down to the seconds between strides, varied each time. From one to the next, nothing was in the same pattern or timing. Juyo demanded unpredictability and explosive action, but his strong grounding in Makashi blended to make it a patient wait that then struck serpent fast, almost uncanny really. Already his senses were broadening, empathic talent taking in the emotions and feelings of those in his immediate surroundings, and his fighting sight taking in all those around him, weighing and considering what each action might possibly bring as a reaction. Any good duelist, or warrior, fought almost like a master chess player. Glavo was at the least one of those.