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

[Darth Centax]

Location: Near the Bridge of the Alliance Carrier ANS Belshazzar


Heading to: Objectives Bridge (Kylath), General Fighting Withdrawal (NPCs)

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


Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] (Possibly)
Rogue Squadron Tagged, See end of post.
Fluff Surviving Forces:

Spoiler

769th Coruscant Own Regulars: Breaching/Boarding Regiment. (900/2000) 150 More Lost internally | 150 Lost in Hanger
Objectives:
Bridge - 1st and 2nd Battalion, 500/1000
Engineering - 3rd and 4th Battalion, 400/1000
*Included in overall number, rough estimates.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v31hxJc_FKM​

[member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"]​

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Heavy breathing, shrapnel down his darker officer’s armor, other men’s blood matching the burned metal scarring. Statuesque Blond and Companion ahead. “Press FORWARD!” Kylath called to the five, charging that last fateful corridor to decide the bridge. Bolter and blaster ahead both, Matthews kindness at using the stun setting contrasted beside one of the most feared weapons in the galaxy, a slow, thunderous, Pyre bolter.

At 500 meters or so, Matthew’s shots were deflected by covering Shi-Cho moves of Kylath’s saber, sending them right back at him! Denying space for the blaster shots to land, yet one breached the Acolytes technique, and hit the man directly behind Kylath. One down, four + Kylath to go. Till BOOM Aeron’s bolter hit home upon our small group! Kylath ducked, the two men at the back didn’t, going straight through their energy riot shield, they joined the growing number of bodies in the hall, with a brief but clearly defined scream.

300 Meters Out - 2 Men left with him.

Fresh black death and smoke upon the visor… he had to act fast. Pushing the saber into the nearest maintenance hatch to open it, “covering fire!” The two men with him exited the corridor, the rear one dropping his own riot shield, and readying his assault rifle. Peppering those ahead with deadly 10mm Armor Piercing Slug Rounds, while using the hatchway for cover. Gunfire bounced and ricocheted around our heroes ahead. FFE’s Modular Rifle was no slouch for accuracy at this range, 10mm semi-automatic suppressing fire headed their way! [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"]

Kylath now atop a maintenance pipe in the adjacent room, behind the bridge…

Rogue Squadron

Elsewhere things were coming to a standstill aboard the carrier. Clearer positions established, mostly confined to the lower decks and bridge areas. Bryce’s brave actions denying the 769th the hanger for any organized retreat, meant the Pyre forces aboard had an entirely new nightmare of a problem, they had some nine company’s of hostiles still cut off and in some cases surrounded! Which as any good commander knows is the worst way to fight an opponent. With bitter fighting aboard, and wounded opponents, you always wanted to give them a way to move or retreat. This was Sith Command tactics 101, putting men in a win or die situation, those regulars became as rancors fighting for their lives, room to room, meter by meter, body to body.

770th Loyal Sons shuttles however were launched to begin to head to the lower sections of the carrier, a fairly large number of them to get those men out of there! For all rogue squadron knew they might be bringing more troops, but broadcasted otherwise as medical transports! @Sith Assassin Entrances

Please tag me if you fire on the rescue shuttles
[ 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"]]



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: Fight Withdrawal Orders Given to 769th, 700 men respond, 200 cut off | 770th Loyal Sons rescue shuttles coming in towards lower, destroyed sections of carrier, firing when fired upon only.

 

[Sturgis Tal'Verda]

Location: ANS Belshazzar
Allies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Matthew Robinson"]
Enemies: [member="Kylath Connar Amadis"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Objective: Defend the ANS Belshazzar

Just as Sturgis was about to step aboard one of the boarding shuttles in the hangar of the ANS Belshazzar a fellow Shriek-Hawk grabbed his shoulder. Text scrolled down his HUD with new orders. The Belshazzar was being boarded by One Sith soldiers. He grunted. One by one Mandalorians ran down the boarding ramps they had just walked up, eager for battle. Sturgis was not excited for battle, but he welcomed it with open arms.

The magnetic locks snapped open allowing Sturgis to peel back the face plate enough to toss a few small red pills into his mouth. His teeth gnashed together, crushing the drug before he swallowed them. He was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to chew the pills, but then again he really shouldn't have been taking the drug anyways. The faceplate was slapped back down and locked into place. A wide grin inched its way across the deaf warrior's face, his blaster pistols charged and ready he walked with his vode down the halls to face their enemy.

 

[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="Jacen Voidstalker"]

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

Accompanied by: Red & Blue

He had been observing the intruders through the force while he prepared his greeting to them. With the force saturating the area around him through his half meditation. The troops around him had begun to set up firing zones as they listened to the reports from the other troops that were fighting aboard the ship. Erebos could feel their nervousness when the reports of jedi among the enemy came through but the captain of the men Erebos had taken with him settled them all down by pointing out who was with them. Though he did hear some quips of how useful he'd be considering he was just sitting down.

With the approaching grenade from Jacen, Erebos stood up and sent out a hammering force push with enough force to buckle the bulkheads around him. Around him then condensed the darkness he had begun spreading into large tendrils of darkness that he sent forth to impale his enemies. While he did this his troops began to let loose a torrent of blaster fire at the enemies of the one sith. His droids stepped forwards and with their blades in one hand they raised their other hands so that the palms faced their enemy's and let the scatter gun embedded within fire.

 

[Vexen]

Sector One
Inside the bowels of the Hungering Mynock - In the dark
[member="Annaliese Zambrano"] [member="Micah Talith"]

For all the musical accompaniment and occasional jig this was a well-oiled machine. Vexen was more than comfortable in dark, narrow tunnels. It didn’t matter that they were moving ever closer to the ship’s reactor instead of tracking down a dangerous beast in the wilds. The process was the same. Always connected, always aware of the other. Micah knew their destination, but Vexen kept ahead guided by his silent direction.

“Where were they last seen?” a voice called. It was shortly followed by three beams of light piercing the darkness.

Let them pass, Vexen suggested. She felt Micah agree. Vexen pushed herself into a nook and waited. Even though her tools were slipped into her fur, she kept her arms across over her chest to ensure they wouldn’t reveal her position. Stun batons were black, but there was a difference between black paint and her fur that absorbed every photon in the infrared to visible bands.

“At least one Jedi. A whole platoon incapacitated.”

“Anyone seen them since?”

They were close now. Bright white armour gleamed to Vexen’s incredibly sensitive eyes. As they approached the glass of her goggles darkened against the beams of light until they were all she could see.

Eight, she relayed to Micah. Once they were passed she continued ahead. They were making good progress. A while section of the ship had been plunged into darkness and the net being swept by the forces on the ship had failed to find the pair.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: ANS Fondor’s Aegis, Passageway
Allies (None in Vicinity): [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Cole Katarn"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | Those Not in Vicinity: [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Raien Keth"] | [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

Sparks spat from their hissing blades in coruscating showers, sabers colliding again and again, every blow eliciting a violent sibilant. Ryan grit his teeth and mounted a staunch defense against the onslaught, but the tactics employed by the Tyrant were brutally apparent. The Sith sought to overwhelm him with high-low strikes that incorporated all of the murderer’s formidable physicality - the Way of the Krayt Dragon at its finest - along with a savage unpredictability reeking of Juyo. His wrists felt every parry. He was thankful that they wielded plasma instead of songsteel blades, else his hands would be jarred numb.

A glance over the Tyrant’s shoulder showed the departure of his children, no more concern for his welfare than they would for a stranger. Ryan wondered how it would feel, to know that your sons and daughters carried nothing but hate and scorn for you. What was the source of this man’s rage, from where did he draw such ire? For all his wealth and power, did he feel alone in the galaxy, surrounded every day by mewling sycophants and backstabbers?

It didn’t justify what he’d done, and Ryan was no healer. He only knew of one way to deal with mass murdering despots. The Jedi set his jaw, a hard look in that gray gaze.

Slowly, Korr gave ground, biding time and energy, and let the Darth vent all his formidable. The lack of offense cost the Jedi. A grazing cut left a black scar across a shoulder pauldron and he narrowly avoided a decapitating blow that singed a few hairs from his head rather than taking it off at the neck. Sweat began to bead at the edges of Korr’s scalp, matting auburn hair.

They fought the way Dejarik played, every move a response to an unseen future step, positioning so smooth it almost looked choreographed. Both of them just marionettes, dancing to the precognitive warnings in the Force. One such premonition flared within Ryan’s mind and he reacted without the need for sensory confirmation, trusting in the Force despite the turbulence in his own heart.

So the storm howled its fury and hurled its might at the rock.

A quick step to the side and one hand stretching out, catching the flying body of a dead Alliance marine in an invisible telekinetic grasp before it could slam into him from behind. Focus split, Korr could only parry one of the blood-red blades of his foe, the other carved a deep, charred furrow through the lamellar chestplates, melting spunplast backed synthmesh with ease, though the spun cortosis fibers woven through the material kept the integrity of the whole together.

Before the Sith could capitalize on the touch, Korr pressed him, sending the corpse flailing toward his head and shoulders. A callous act, but the dead care little for ceremony. In the wake of the body, Ryan lunged forward, bending low until he was almost kneeling, centimeters off the deck. He raised his left arm above his head to ward off any strike, while thrusting deep with his right. The azure blade darted forward, straight for the Tyrant’s armored abdomen. No doubt the man thought highly of his stylized armor, pitted and scarred from battles past. No doubt he thought the Jedi foolish. His arrogance would be his undoing.

The longhandled lightsaber Ryan wielded was not the Jedi’s preferred blade. Function over form, the many diatium power cells within the hilt necessitated its length and gave the weapon cutting power beyond the ability of even phrik and beskar to withstand. Granted, the blade could only sheer through so much of that material before the power cells died, but they would last long enough for Ryan’s purposes. Namely, for the azure tip to melt through the phrik plate and drive home into the murderer’s gut.

But the rock would not move.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: On a shuttle in the vacuum of space
Allies: One Sith and [member="Satra Woodle"]
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance, coming after you [member="Bryce Bantam"]
Objective: Try to land on the Belshazaar and not get wiped out from [member="Asmus Janes"]
Gear: First post

A question arose from the shuttle as a personnel of the One Sith, that seemed to be a Force User just by seeing the hilt of a lightsaber on her person, which was somewhat relative to this battle. There were two things that irritated Lyle. One, it compromised him and his squad as this was a unit for stealthy black ops agents. And two, this this woman sounded like a rookie as she asked how to pick out the enemy that they were about to face. A deep sigh was exhales from the Agent's nostrils and gave his attention to the newbie. "Alright, rookie," Lyle began to Satra, "there are three ways you know who is your enemy. One, if they're not wearing this helmet," he raised his left hand which had a helmet that looked like a stormtrooper helmet, "you shoot them. If they're shooting at you, you shoot them. And three, if their IFF tag declares them as a foe, you shoot them. Not that hard, is it?"

And after he answered the woman's question the shuttle in which he and his squad were on shook as the pilot diverged from their course to avoid the fire from the three Rogues that were on their tail. "Pilot, you mind explaining?" And his question was responded with no hesitation as if the pilot knew what he was going to ask. "We have three bogies on us, sir. It's going to be a rough ride, but I've called a squadron of interceptors to get them off ou-"

A homing missile impacted on the shuttle and drained more than half of the shields. Luckily, the proton torpedoes didn't make any contact on Lyle's shuttle, but they unfortunately damaged and destroyed the other shuttles that accompanied him and his unit. "Pilot! Hit the pedal of this ship! I don't want to die by some pilot!"

The one thing he hoped and prayed to not encounter was now on his tail.

Oh, joy.

 

[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	100%	Advancing Firing on Invincible
Kerrigan-class	Righteous Indignation	100%	Flanking Majesty
Kerrigan-class	Blaze	90%	Advancing
Scythe-class	Arms Race	100%	Flanking Blaze
Thranta-class	Beacon	100%	Picket. Firing on Invincible
Thranta-class	Defender	95%	Picket. Firing on Invincible
Hammerhead-class	Virtuous	100%	Picket. Firing on Invincible
GR-90E	Hornet	100%	picket. Jamming Invincible.
Leviathan-class	Architeuthis	100%	Cloaked, advancing on flank
Thranta-class	Glory	100%	Picket. Firing on Invincible
Thranta-class	Gallen	100%	Picket. Firing on Invincible
Strike-class	Agility	100%	Escorting Arms Race
Strike-class	Swift	100%	Escorting Arms Race

Gir Quee

Class	Name	Shields	Status
MC225	Atropos
Hammerhead-class	Exemplar
Strike-class	Direct Approach
Strike-class	Watchful

Reshmar

Class	Name	Shields	Status
Solo-class	Lancer
Kerrigan-class	Redoubtable
Hammerhead-class	Valourous
Strike-class	Gambler
Strike-class	Juneau

Fighters (roughly split between three commanders):

Fighters	276	X-Wings, etc.
Bombers	48	Y-Wings, etc.
Interceptors	48	A-Wings, etc.
Elite Fighters	24	B-Wings, etc.
Gunships	48	Inimica

[/fleet]

Note: Gir and Resh will handle their own fleets

Irys gripped the arm of her chair as the first volley struck home. Both sides continued to exchange a tentative smattering of long range fire. Always cautious these first steps as the sides checked their range and planned their course of action. Before the commanders had to hope their subordinates enacted their plans and it became a swirling melee against the backdrop of the stars.

“Ma’am, tactical information for you.”

Irys scanned the display intently. She had worked alongside the One Sith before, had an intimate knowledge of their fleets. During Ord Merit she had been conducting joint operational training with the Sith. Then the republic had arrived. It had been an interesting intelligence gathering exercise to see how the performance of their vessels varied between what was put on show for the training and reality. They probably thought likewise. Even allies tried to hide their true capabilities.

The Sith had an edge in long range firepower, but not by a huge margin. However her own fleet had a significant advantage in close range firepower, particularly on account of the Kerrigan’s and Scythe.

“They’ve got a good defence against our own fighters, but those Gula-class vessels are essentially toothless once they’ve launched. Do not direct any firepower towards them unless absolutely necessary. Notify me as soon as you see any fighters being launched, I want to know what they’re carrying.

“The Arms Race could be vulnerable to their bombers. I want the Agility and the Swift flanking her at all times. Keep our fighters close and prepare to intercept bombers, I don’t want them getting through the screens.

“Have the Hornet try and disrupt one of those Wyrrlok’s sensors. I want all ships targeting the same vessel with long range weapons. It’s the Wyrrlocks that will do the damage up close, but watch for the Boneshatter’s missiles.”

The Thranta’s hypervelocity cannons fired, accompanied by the long range batteries of the Solo-class and Hammerhead-class. Still a testing long range exchange that neither side could attain victory through. It was time to close and unleash hell.

 

[Matthew Robinson]

Location: ANS Belshazzar
Objective: Defend and patch wounds, get shot, get a female blonde's comm number
Allies: GA [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Sturgis Tal'Verda"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Enemies: OS [member="Kylath Connar Amadis"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] (somewhere)

Something about not dying.

"Same to you blondie," Matt grunted back, and flattened himself against the charred floor as two of his own stun-bolts snapped back toward him. Of course, he really didn't have to worry about his space angel. She'd be fine. And if she wasn't? He had the bacta patches. And he could always perform CPR.

"Bollocks!" Thump. One stun bolt hit into the side of the soldier he was trying to drag to safety and the other sailed just above his own ducked head. Well, that was certainly effective as anesthesia. With one final red-faced heave, Matt quit fannying around and dragged the now unconscious alliance member and himself back behind cover just as a round of slugs ripped down the corridor from the enemies.

Zip. Zip. Zip.

They pierced through metal and bodies. One ripped through the outside of Matt's upper arm. Another holed through the fabric of his med bag. Like whack-a-mole, Matt's head popped up from behind cover and peppered off rounds of stun bolts at the blond-sith's two remaining men. Their shields were down. He had mighty plans to make a hole for blondie to face off with the other blond.

Blonde vs blond.

And he did something very manly but mostly daft. The medic broke cover and became the distraction. One arm waving a long piece of deck plating shrapnel like a sword. The other continuing to fire off blaster stun bolts as he weaved through the separating space with the intent to tackle one of the bottlenecks - one of the sithling's men. The weird thing was? He moved faster than normal. Just for a short burst. He was a blur while his arm was turning into a beastly throb.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Location: Hungering Mynock.
Objective: Reunite with Reinhard and deal with any pest that might get in the way.
Allies: [member="Reinhard Baelor"], One Sith
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Vexen"], Galactic Alliance
Gear: Lightsabers x2, Armour, Phrik Knives strapped to her legs and Flashbangs x3. See sig for links.
NPC: Supervising Force User Sith Inquisitor - Acolyte level.
NPC Gear: Infantry Armour MK II, Blaster Rifle, Standard Lightsaber w/ a Synthetic Red Crystal, Stun Grenades x3

While it brought her pleasure to be in the vicinity of her beloved, the knowledge that Reinhard was near without knowing his exact location felt like torture to Annaliese. To her, it seemed as if it had been awhile since they were last together although she had only seen him a few days prior. Unable to contain her strong desire to hear his voice, she opened an encrypted channel to inform him of her arrival.

“Hello darling, it’s been a while. Did you miss me?” Annaliese smiled as she spoke in a voice that was a higher pitch than her normal one. A voice that only Reinhard had the privilege of being spoken to by the Zambrano bastard. “I arrived approximately a few minutes ago and am currently at the top of the elevator that goes down to the hangar. Well? Are you going to be a gentleman and pick me up for our date or would you like me to come to you?” Even simply speaking to him was able to evoke an almost euphoric feeling within her.

Although her heart was still palpitating with excitement, she had not become unaware of her surroundings. The young Inquisitor withdrew her lightsaber from her belt but did not ignite it as she awaited Reinhard’s response over the com channel. Although she was able to faintly sense the presence of other dark siders - presumably fellow members of the One Sith, she was also able to faintly feel the presence of those who lacked an allegiance to the dark side of Force. However, her abilities were only strong enough to inform her of their presence on the cruiser but not enough to reveal their location.

 

[Evaelyn Zambrano]

Location: Aboard the ANS Fondor's Aegis
Allies: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"], [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Cole Katarn"], [member="Ryan Korr"]
Armament:

• 
  Standard lightsaber
  
• 
  Phrik-axe
  
• 
  Blackblade Combat ARmour Mk-III
  
• 
  Military Mobility Shield
  
• 
  "Imp" SienarTech Semi-automatic Blaster Pistol
  

The "Imp" blaster, small as it was, tore up three enemies in rapid succession. Battles were chaotic, there were so many things to be aware of at the same time. Sometimes mistakes were made. Evaelyn punished mistakes. Those who stepped out of cover, or otherwise exposed themselves to a favourable angle from her was quickly targeted. Many were advancing with a tunnel vision on their own enemies, unaware that her scopes were set upon them. It would not have been effective if not for the speed at which she moved. Linger in one place too long and she might make the same error she was killing others for. The Force guided her hand, although Evaelyn herself would probably claim it was her natural talent for all things war. Her father would likely have said it ran in the family, and she ought to be grateful for the genes he had provided.

What truly gave Evaelyn strength, what truly allowed her to move over the narrow battlefield with confidence was the presence of her twin sister, [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]. When they struck together, mountains shook. They became each other's sword and shield, alternating the roles depending on what became necessary in the moment. There was no petty rivalry nor back-handed methods in attempts to one-upping the other. They helped each other grow. They made each other better.

Her father tore up the frontlines with ease. He was the butcher's knife and the enemy merely cones of cheese to be carved to pieces. Only, you know, far bloodier than actual cheese. While the Blackblade guard and the Zambrano twins were rounding off the marines on their side of the hall, the Jedi blocked off their advance to the other. He and papa Kaine had begun their duel, in all its intensity. It was hard to focus on the battle, and not get distracted by the violent clashes of red upon blue.

Her sister's words caught her attention. Elyn pressed her back up against the wall, her head tilting in Joy's direction. After a brief moment to consider, she nodded her head in confirmation. Her sister was right. They would do no good here. They would trust Vornskr to deal with the Jedi, as he would trust them not to slack off and do nothing while he fought. "The way ahead is shut. It is made by those who are dead." she replied to Joy, clearly suggesting what she assumed state the Jedi would find himself in within a few minutes. "Blackblades, on me" she called out, louder now, to get the attention of the fighting men. They would not be fighting the Jedi, but they knew that didn't mean they got to take any breaks. With their commander preoccupied, Evaelyn took on a leading role along with her sister Joy.

"We break off. We can do some damage elsewhere." she asked, talking directly to Joy again as she walked through the mass of soldiers towards the rear guard. "Do you know where we are?" she knew she should have studied the schematics more closely. For once, she hadn't slacked off when it came to preparation such as this. Their situation made it trickier though, as they had not entered through the hangar, but carved their path in through the hull of the ship. Where had they entered? Right now there weren't many options to choose from, but they'd soon need to navigate more appropriately. Evaelyn and her sister took a turn into a side-passage and began their march further into the ship, moving away from the lightsaber duel that was taking place.

 

[Kana Truden]

Location: Aegis
Allies: [member="Cole Katarn"] Non-M.D
Enemies: [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] and [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]. Future patients.

“Katarn.” Kana nodded her head at her acquaintance. “Sirens blaring, intercoms buzzing. If I didn’t know better I’d say we’re being boarded.”

The cat and mouse game, the chasing back and forth and the insurmountable boredom of sitting still in a clinic. Perhaps some small part of Kana had gone ahead and declared itself just a little more stir crazy than she had hoped to become, and doubly so when the biggest complaints she had once again was the occasional tummy ache or bruised bodies or even more commonly, a bruised ego. This was the path she had chosen, this was the path she had always wanted, but she would be damned if it hadn’t made her lose all belief in male bravado and toughness.

Even the mightiest of titans had cried before her. She had dirt on every single man that had entered her ship-based base of operation within the last few weeks and she loved it.

A squad of troops hurried along next to both Cole and Kana. She gave Katarn a shrug and hurried her way behind them. Her eyes wandered between each and every single man in rank looking for any kind of resemblance to any of her patients. What had started at the top quickly moved down to the rear. Her lips pursed and she nodded her back and forth.

“Yep, that’s definitely Sergeant Trednar.” She continued to nod. “How’s the bruise on your uh, man hams, Sergeant?”

All color drained from the man’s face as his squad kept itself from bursting into laughter.

“It’s all good, doc. Nothing to report.”

“Good, good… So uh, what’s going on? With the sirens and the…”

“Sith boarding and-”

“Oh see? I told you, Cole!” Kana shot a quick glance back at her companion and then back at the soldier. “Alright, we’ll go with you. Off we go, sergeant.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

And off they went.

 

[Micah Talith]

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

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Spoiler: Music

https://youtu.be/rY0WxgSXdEE

[ Dun, dun dun. Let’s go!. ]

Now this was a classic.

[ Boba walks warily down the street with the brim pulled way down low. Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet, Blaster rifle ready to go! ]

Eight soliders slipped past them, the trio still moving a la sneaky sneaky. It helped that his mother had been the Masters of Shadows for the Jedi Order a number of years. Where [member="Aela Talith"] had taken over their mum’s affinity for roots and stuns, Micah managed to enjoy being as sneaky as he possibly could. It was no wonder that when he was but a lad, he met the Defel that would turn into his best friend, who had the exact same affinity in that.

[ Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this? Are you hanging on the edge of your seat? Out of the doorway the slugs rip, to the sound of the beat. ]

The Talith took heed of the young Defel’s counsel, then as the eight moved ahead, he motioned for Vexen to follow. The reactor would require to go through more blast doors. That mental map told him that following the soliders would do them some good before they turned off towards their objective.

[Another one bites the dust! ]

If they could do the work for them, why do more work. Work smarter, not harder!

[ And another one gone, and another one gone! Another one bites the dust! ]

With that funk beat playing in his ears, Micah couldn’t help but strut his way forward. The music and the rhythm just had to be strutted to. His neck gave a side to side bob, until mid strut down the corridor, he gave a half pause, then rolled his hips and booty in a half pelvic thrust of a man enjoying the beat.

[ I do not comprehend how moving your hips and doing a pelvic thrust is aiding in your mission.]

The ever sultry voice of Alex, the songsteel and currently cloaked droid that his sister, [member="Kaili Talith"] created for him came floating through his earwig. The Defel would also hear it, the dry tone familiar to them both. It was the current personality stats that his sister imputed. Humor was at 91% today.

[ It is called the starslide, Alex. ]

Micah chirped out through their closed circuit com. [ I'll have you know that women appreciate a man who can dance!] he sang to her, amusement dripping like Aldaraanian honey.

[ At this rate, you will never procreate. ]

[ Oh, please. ] He scoffed. Sounds muted to only but them, the Talith lead them a reasonable distance behind the search party. [ Who can ignore this scruffy face? I have good looks. Can dance. Really, I’m quite the catch!]

He was such the joker, this Micah. It wasn’t said with as much arrogance as cocksure amusement. He did enjoy getting reactions for what he said. The bulk of the time it was just rubbish, he knew that, but it either made people laugh or at least made things interesting.

To the left, here is where they would split. The ship was all curves and tunnels. Killiks, of course. Reminded him of the time he visited a colony with his dad.

This way, he thought, indicating for them to go to the left, mental map taking them closer.

 

[Vexen]

Mynock
[member="Micah Talith"]
[member="Annaliese Zambrano"]

As Vexen slipped ahead of Micah, her amusement was rather abruptly baffled by the sight of their destination. No slipping past these ones, Vexen relayed back to micah. The group of guards stuck to the door, the only door, that they could advance through. One expected the reactor systems to be well guarded during a boarding operation of course. Two overhead turrets and a shield generator too.

Of course, the systems behind that door didn't include the whole reactor. A reactor on a ship this size took up a reasonable proportion of the vessel. However, there were components back there that no chief engineer would let a novice near, let alone an enemy combatant. If, after they were done, the chain reaction didn't take out half the ship the graceful shutdown would leave the vessel defenceless. Rogue Squadron could do the rest.

They'd managed to get the emergency lighting on as well. A dull scarlet glow bathed the durasteel corridor. One of the soldiers turned in Vexen's direction as she moved. He froze, trying to work out if his imagination was playing tricks or if one of the shadows had really just detached itself from the wall.

Two shots. That was all she fired before she rolled to one side quickly. Her blaster bolt emitted at a wavelength outside of human vision, the shots made barely a whisper. The cone above the entrance that could generate a shield and the hatch that contained an autoblaster were suddenly charred lumps of metal, glowing bright orange as they rapidly cooled back to room temperature.

And before the guards could follow the direction the shadow had darted with their torches, Micah arrived.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Mess Decks of Titan -> Lower Weapons Deck of Titan
Allies: [member="Crystal"]
Enemies: [member="Glavo Pahro"] | [member="Sal Katarn"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Kyber Salurra"]

The Sith Lord didn't hear much of the chatter that followed his actions. As Glavo activated a lightsaber, however, confirming his suspicions about the man, Cameron allowed his lips to curl upward into a rather broad smile. However, in nearly that same instant, his smile faltered as a familiar presence assaulted his mind. He'd not noticed it earlier for...any number of reasons. Length of time between last exposure to it probably being a definitive reason.

Just as Sal began calling for backup, Cameron allowed his focus to center on localizing the precise location of Aela's presence onboard the Titan. It wasn't terribly difficult given the fact she was not very far at all from his present location. She was also the strongest presence of light in the immediate vicinity, making her quite the ideal marker in the expanse that was the turbulent Force over the battlefield.

Another shift in the Force and the Sith Lord's eyes snapped back to Katarn, whom was about to open fire once more. Moving with speed that was rather obviously aided by the Force, Cameron dashed just out of Sal's field of fire as another hail of pellets was unleashed. The Sith Lord was fast but...not fast enough to avoid catching a pellet squarely in his upper left arm.

Pain immediately seared through his entire body, but it was dwarfed by the rage filled yell that immediately turned into a powerful Force Scream directly at the Marines he weaved his way towards. The fire from the Marines was accurate, but Cameron was not exactly presenting them with an easy target in the slightest. Blurs of dark blue and gray were the only real indication of his movement until suddenly the blur evaporated and the physical presence of the Sith Lord was completely gone.

Less than a second later, the Force on the Weapons Deck of the Titan grated against itself violently before wispy trails of dark blue and gray light materialized and approached the railing of a catwalk that overlooked the ground floor where most of the weapons controls were located. Just as the light spilled over the edge, the large form of Cameron Centurion came into view before landing with a resounding thud on the lower level.

Immediately, the Sith Lord hovered his palm over the injury to his left arm as he manipulated the Force to pull the pellet that had lodged into his muscle fibers out of his body. It was...excruciatingly painful, and the Sith Lord permitted himself a deep, guttural yell. If Aela and the others, some one hundred meters away from him hadn't heard his arrival, they knew now. The instant the pellet had been removed, the Sith's sword was in his hand and the crimson blade glowed red hot as Cameron placed it over the wound to cauterize it. Good enough to at least stave off infection long enough to finish the battle. Breathing heavily for a moment, Cameron shot his silver-green gaze up to the figure of his niece. The Sith Lord stood motionless yet prepared to respond as a thin smile touched his lips.

"Aela."

 

[Nia Siroc]

The Hungering Mynock
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Erebos"]

The dark presence within the Force drew closer towards them as they pressed on. It made no effort to hide itself, almost courting them in an effort to draw them close. Seconds before the masked Sith Lord came into her view, Nia's eyes widened. Never before had she felt such a being, even the Massassi were just a shadow.

He repulsed Voidstalker's grenade with a mighty burst of telekinetic power. Then things got much worse for the Alliance as the Dark Lord sent forth his evil power. The automatons and soliders stepped forward almost as a man to let loose their barrage. Her reaction was one born purely of training.

Her left palm she thrust out to send a telekinetic push of her own. She couldn't hope to stop everything, but she managed to deflect part of the solid scatter-gun ammunition before throwing herself to the ground. But Nia wasn't totally unscathed and nor were her comrades, she knew distantly. White-hot bits of alloy kissed the skin of her back, neck and shoulders and she cried out in sudden shock and pain....

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: Aboard ANS Belshazzar
Objective: Repair the Starr / Defend the GA
Allies: GA ( [member="Sturgis Tal'Verda"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"] )
Enemy: OS ( [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Kylath Connar Amadis"] | [member="Lyle Baelor"] | [member="Satra Woodle"] )

"Get me some plasma corpsmen!"

The young enlisted woman stood there seemingly frozen in place. An Alliance trooper she seemed to have reservations with aiding BB in saving the life of an enemy combatant. BB could see it in the woman's eyes, the hate that she felt for what this man might have done. But it didn't matter to him. With his emotions returned to him, BB was going to save lives, be they friend or foe. Another trooper brought over the needed IV and BB, having cut away the stormtroopers armor he began attempting to stabilize his vitals.

The mace weapons turrets had let the storm trooper with multiple fractured ribs, a collapsed lung and fluid was collecting around his heart. BB was racing to try and save his life as his vitals continued to weaken. Sticking a large needle into his check BB drew back a large vial of blood from near the man's heart. He needed to relieve the pressure and time was against him. Soon after the procedure his patient's blood pressure dropped to dangerous levels and his heart began to go into afib. Confused BB looked over to see the same corpsman who refused to fetch the IV had removed plasma tube from the storm trooper's arm.

"This is for David you bastard." she whispered as the storm trooper went into complete cardiac arrest.

"I need a crash cart over here now!" BB screamed and moved aside to let the crash team work. As he did, BB grabbed the woman's arm and pulled her away.

"Deck officer, Deck officer!" BB screamed and soon an officer of high rank came running over.

"I want this woman out of my sight," BB said as he pushed her away.

He had no times for games or grieving lovers taking out their pain on random soldiers. Everything was moving and with lives on the line BB wanted no more distractions or sabotage. Looking back to the man he was trying to save he saw the attending pulling a sheet over his face and knew he was lost. Experienced enough to not allow the moment get to him BB began to search the deck for where else he may be needed. As he did he noted a group of mando's walking through and tried to salute them. It never hurt to show respect to men of their ilk and force knows that this fight was far from over.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Location: Near the Hungering Mynock
Objective: Shoot down [member="Lyle Baelor"]
Allies: Galactic Alliance, Rogue Squadron. [ 4: [member="Berric Kelso"] | 5: [member="Loske Matson"] | 7: [member="Choli Vyn"] | 8: [member="Encouragement Gets"] | 9: @Asmus Janes | 10: [member="Areiana Slayer"] | 11: [member="Alexandra Russo"] | 12: [member="Lucius Varad"]
Enemy: The One Sith. [member="Kylath Connar Amadis"]
Equipment: TX-110 X-wing Starfighter, CC13 Rifle, Westar sidearm


“On your six nine!”

“Not for long!” Asmus replied. The haptic pad in the small of his back buzzed. The fighter behind him was close to achieving missile lock. He angled his nose down and then fired all engines in reverse. The collision alarm sounded, but Asmus responded by pulling the trigger. The TIE behind him came just metres from smashing into him. Instead he flew right into the path of his rotary cannon. The scoundrel was forced to narrow his eyes against the sudden, bright explosion.

“Alright Rogues, form up. We're going to make a run on the Mynock with Claymore squadron. Keep tight, watch for those cannons.”

“Sir,we have a flotilla of shuttles cross the gap, all responding on medical lFF codes,” Asmus called.

“Hail them.”

Asmus switched to a clear channel and broadcast. “Shuttles, your are transmitting a medical code. Do you have authorisation from Alliance to board our vessel? Transmitting a medical code as an operational platform contravenes nearly every wartime treaty going.”

Asmus pulled his nimble prototype fighter in behind One and Two. That Wyrrlock had a thick hull, but it was time to punch some holes in it.

 

[Liliane]

Location: Headed towards the main bridge
Objective: Destroy the Sith
Allies: [member="Meeristali Peradun"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], @Ayme Katash, @Trix Bastin, [member="Dagon Mor"], [member="Nia Siroc"]
Enemy: The One Sith, (@Darth Erebos)

Simple soldiers and droids really were not much of an enemy to Lilin; she'd had to deal with a lot crazier people in the past. But the fact that she was in an extremely hostile location, armies of enemies nearby, made her feel a little bit insecure. She hadn't been to such battles for a long time and to get into such a situation right away was definitely not easy.

But she was not going to hesitate or run away like she'd run away from her problems for a while. She had to fight and face what was disturbing her. And if the problem was corruption inside her, she felt like she could turn the problem into a good thing, just like she'd done in the past.

It was no easy or safe thing to do, especially since if she messed up, she would become a Sith -- and most likely be imprisoned by the Galactic Alliance. So she guessed it would be the best if she saved that one little trick so that she could use it in a really dangerous situation. When a Sith Lord appeared, perhaps.

She let her weapon swish and swipe and twirl around, not focusing on her technique too much. Her attention was on the goal itself this time, not on the short little duels she had with her enemies.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

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.


Follow Lilin, Nia.

The telepathic command was delivered calmly. As if he and Meeristali were about to go for a stroll, not take on a pair of powerful Sith Lords. Black tendrils snaked out from Erebos towards him. Even with his deep connection to the Force the insidious presence of the dark side encroached on his concentration. But the shadows were only an absence of the light. Erebos wasn't the only one to have been studying. [member="Ryan Korr"] had brought a new set of skills to the New Jedi Order and Jacen was a fastidious student.

He raised up one hand, a bright light bursting forth. The shards of light cut through the darkness like ribbons. Where the Sith magic was eviscerated it left smoky tendrils in its wake. But Jacen's power only went so far. As deep as his meditative state was, he actually felt the impact before the scattergun round struck. If Nia hadn't acted it could have been much worse. Small pellets struck home, one cut through a gap in the plates and sliced through his flank. He felt warm blood pool there.

His Dogs returned fire on the droids. Even the heaviest armour could only take so much repeater fire if the occupant or droid chose to stay in the open. Step by slow step Jacen advanced. As he entered the bridge his saber flicked out, as if in a flourish. Two consoles were left in pieces behind him.

“Come on then!” he called definitely. The light and the dark swirled about them both. A shifting maelstrom of contrast. There was another dark presence looming. Voidstalker hoped Stali was still with him.

 

[Gir Quee]

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

We're really beginning to draw their fire...The space between the two fleets erupted with dazzling lights as the massive warships began to fire on each other. While each turbolaser bolt seemed like an almost insignificant and ephemeral thing, he knew that a single bolt could probably probably power a small town for an entire day; it would equally be capable of vaporizing a good portion of his ship if it were not for shielding. Thankfully, it had seemed that only one ship had started targeting the Atropos, and that was their target itself. While the corvette lacked any long-range weapons with which to immediately return fire, it was already attempting to counter the enemy attack through its own means. Gir hovered around the Atropos's helmsman, a ghoulish-looking givin who seemed to be drowning in his uniform. The alien mumbled some equations to himself far more quickly than Gir could fully comprehend, but he heard the end answer.

"Decline by 5 degrees..." mumbled the givin, gingerly depressing a lever downwards.

Cinrab cleared his throat as he came up from behind Gir, "Ensign Gyrrot is probably the finest helmsman that I've ever sailed with...certainly the finest I've had so far in combat."

Gir turned his gaze from the helmsman's station to peer into the mon calamari's eyes, "How so?"

"As you well know, space travel and weapons firing are arguably mathematical concerns, full of equations that lead to answers...or tactical results. Where a ship crosses the certain point of a weapon's arc, it can likely be hit, assuming the ship isn't faster than the weapon's tracking speed, and so forth..."

"He can't possibly be adjusting the ship's course and be comparing it to individual weapons arcs."

"Individual weapons arcs...no, but it doesn't take a lot of work to calculate general probability of a ship's weapon's strength in a certain arc. The Vanguard-class heavy cruiser attempts to fall back on the old star destroyer tradition of using a wedge-shape-"

"To maximize forward firepower."

That was a tactical knowledge that many starship officers knew. Yet as he glanced at the holo of the Paladin, he realized that it wasn't a perfect pyramidal wedge shape. That was true for most starships, as a true pyramidal shape would not often be practical for actual space travel, but the more it deviated from that mathematical perfection, the less that maxim was true. He looked back at the helmsman station to glance at the ship's course in relation to the Paladin. He could see that Gyrrot had been gradually shifting the vector of the Atropos's vector so that the corvette was running more and more on the Paladin's port side. It had countless random but minor deviations thrown into the coarse in an attempt to evade enemy weapon's fire, though that was far less effective than the strategic shift of firing arcs brought on by corvette's superior speed and maneuverability. He glanced at another station that showed the Atropos's shield strength. While wrapped in triple layered shields more suitable for a larger frigate or even a light cruiser, the Atropos shields were still being gradually battered down by the voracious enemy fire from the enemy warship. We can't keep doing this forever...they'll make their way through the shields sooner than I'd like...The mon calamari officer seemed to regard the same display for a brief moment before he turned his attention to his weapon's officer.

"Kran, give us some chaff cover, stat."

"Aye sir."

Mere seconds later, the two KD12-1 Interceptor defensive batteries oriented themselves to their target arcs and fired. The first battery launched a quartet of cannisters directly between the Paladin and the trio of corvettes. They quickly detonated, turning into billowing clouds of shimmering metallic debris that both obscured the corvettes from visual observation and ran full spectrum transceiver sensor interference between the two ships. Gir turned his attention back to Gyrrot to see the givin make a slight course adjustment to throw of any enemy fire that was targeted on their last known vector travel. The second defensive battery then fired. Its projectiles exploded to fill the rough area of space where the line of corvettes would next be travelling.

"We'll be in weapons range soon," announced Cinrab quietly.

Gir silently nodded in acknowledgement. Gir was half-tempted to voice some dismissive comment about that remark. The trio of carrier corvettes didn't exactly carry a lot of heavy weapons themselves that they'd be a huge threat to a ship the Paladin's size in terms of outright firepower. Still, it seemed to Gir that Cimrab and his new Galactic Alliance allies had practiced some sort of tactic to make even these lightly armed warships a threat to the assault cruiser. He glanced at his wrist chrono. Only a few minutes away to see what that actually is...