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

[Aela Talith]

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

Aela wasn't facing her uncle, nor was she paying attention to how he appeared or what he did when he had. Instead her attention was entirely focused on the screen that sat in front of her and what she was doing. Bright orange eyes darted from number to number, her fingers rapidly pacing across the keyboard that was projected onto the metal before her as she quickly changed what she pleased. There was a slight tapping as her index pressed the final key, her trick in place, and then a quirk of her lips as a breath of satisfaction came from her.

She couldn't fly a ship.

She couldn't operate a speeder, but she wasn't an idiot.

Her father had always made sure that they at least knew their stuff if they went into combat, and Aela herself had undergone plenty of military training throughout her life. Part of that training had been on the operation of certain aspects of a starship. Oh she was no ship ensign, that was for sure, she couldn't capture a skilled starfighter pilot with a tractor beam and she couldn't hit a womp-rat with a turret emplacement at one hundred meters.

Yet she could certainly write some targeting parameters for a large weapon system, a large weapon system like the Proton Cannon that was attached to this Immortal. She smiled slightly, and then finally glanced up at the screen to see that the weapon was slowly beginning to move, a slight glow catching the tip of the weapon. Aela shifted, and then finally turned towards her uncle. The weapons deck was mostly empty now save for members of the Alliance and her Uncle, though she suspected that wouldn't be the case for much longer. Her gaze shifted over towards Arn who had a team of soldiers sealing the broken bulkhead, her eyes then falling on the troopers that she had sent towards the door.

Her fingers tightened around her lightsaber. "Uncle."

She responded to his greeting as she brought herself to her full height, the force beginning to shift through her.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

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

Spoiler: gear

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

Armor

• Asheran Armorweave Armor

Weapons

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

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Spoiler: Music

https://youtu.be/YJVmu6yttiw

"Oh no you don't." the half snarl of defiance went twisting across her mouth. The Balistikinetics expert shot forward, a zig zag to her pattern as she strafed to avoid the bulk of the hits. However, even she wasn't that fast. Asheran Armorweave could survive a few blasts of those armor piercing slugs, but they in no way prevented any of the blunt force kinetic trauma.

Two hundred meters.

A massive jolt struck the Icarii as one slug got her right by her right ribcage. A grunt and a flare of her nostrils as pain shot through her right flank. While it wouldn't go all the way through, it still shattered a few ribs. The bruising would be unreal, the pain, well poodoo. Movement would hurt. That Doc would be earning his keep today.

One Hundred and fifty.

The bolter swung back along its rifle strap, slinging onto her back as the Icarii shortened the distance between. Another volley of slugs came at her direction, and Aeron jerked her force imbued disc-blade from her back. Blood dripped upon the asharan armorweave as more struck her; one on her thigh, blooming purple constellations underneath.

One Hundred meters.

"GARRRRRAHHHH!" She growled out, face twisting in focusing her pain, sending the disc flying. It sang as spun, flying in an arc to deflect a few of those rounds coming at her. Like a scythe, it hummed as it cut through the air, sparks flying as shrapnel flew in different directions. Hands-free, she thrust her palm out, a telekinetic blast shoving back at the debris and fully intending to slam the sharp rounds and shrapnel at the soldiers, the extent of the massive force fully capable of knocking one out.

Fifty.

Shrapnel cut a line across one cheek. The disc-blade wailed a reaper's cry as it came flying back. Umber and blonde hair streamed out behind her as her hand jerked the disc from the air. Heavy of breath, pain lancing through her, the Omega Pyre Prex was not to be denied. Legs moved like pistons, and she came crashing right up against that cut maintenance door.

One.

"Get over here." she growled out, every intention of yanking [member="[/FONT][FONT=georgia]Kylath[/FONT][FONT=georgia] [/FONT][FONT=georgia]Connar[/FONT][FONT=georgia] Amadis"] out with the Force if Aeron spotted him.

 

[Kyber Salurra]

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

Kyber and the small squad he amassed was still in a full sprint when they reached the hallway, so he motioned the men to keep charging. Not waste this opportunity, right? As the enemy troopers were just starting to recover a line of charging soldiers plowed through with a barrage of shoulders. Like the professional military men they were after the enemy had been knocked down they each double tapped their target- one in the chest, one in the head. It was a clean sweep of the hallway before he ordered the men back and to hold position, picking off any stragglers that made their way into the weapons deck.

After they fully secured the hall Kyber ordered the men to start stacking the enemy bodies in the doorway, providing cover and blocking any potential interlopers until the entire force was ready to move out. Then something that Kyber did not expect happened. An large noise graced the ears of all who were still on the weapons deck as everyone turned towards the new face. Kyber was unsure what to make of the enemy, not wanting to rush into anything he'd regret. Keeping his rifle up he motioned with his left hand for the men to hold position, slowly creeping over towards the newcomer as he glanced to Aela.

Kyber then stopped once he heard the guttural roar that came from the beast masquerading as a man. It seems he was injured. Kyber could try and take advantage of that, but this Sith seemed more dangerous -and more pissed off- than any he'd fought before. With no intel on the situation he focused all his attention on Aela, wondering what her orders were. It was then that she tightened her grip on her lightsaber and spoke the word "Uncle.", and at this point Kyber knew what he had to do. A Jedi was weak when clouded with emotions, so before this Sith could twist her mind with his words Kyber yelled out "Open Fire!" and immediately the whole room began unloading their rifles at the Sith as Kyber did the same. He doubted this obvious attack would work at all, but he hoped it would at least give the Jedi enough time to gain her bearings and steel herself for the battle to come.

 

[Elaine Thul]

Location: The Hungry Mynock
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Nia Siroc"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Reinhard Baelor"]
Equipment: Dueling Armour, Pink Lightsaber
Forces: Housecarls 65 Thul Reapers 20 Plasma Casters 10 Disc Cannons lost 5
3x Pioneers as well as 10 Thul Infantry Companies
lost five infantry companies 1x pioneer platoon


The Central Corridor

Elaine troops had major problems, even with her pioneers trying to get the doors open as quick as possible. As they where isolated into pockets, for the sith to try and cut down. Though the main front using the heavy weapons was unaffected, and any advance on this area protecting hangar bay was mute. Though as the sith troops did open, the doors sometimes they got nasty surprise, as it was not all one way traffic. As her troops where equipped with agls, and they fired frag grenade through the door as soon as they opened. The soldiers opening the door where killed, though this was not the way traffic went. As the sith new when the door was opening, and cut them down quickly. As news came of this down the intercoms, some troops used plasma grenades to open the bulkheads, by melting them. Though in few cases, they accidently killed some pioneers trying open the door.

The Hangar Bay

Even with the bulkheads closing the hangar bay, was firmly under control of her troops. Though the corridors leading to elaine and her housecarls, and the central corridor had been now disputed by the sith crew. The pioneer units had taken a few casualties, some by accident from her own men trying to escape the sith trap. Some had gotten the wiring diagrams wrong and fried themselves, and a few others where just caught out with her other men who died isolated from the main group. Though after a lot effort and death her lines where beginning to reform. Though at what what price no one knew just yet, as death was on all sides.

The Housecarls

As Elaine plunged her lightsaber into the bulkhead, and the bulkhead began to open, she was met with sheer firepower of the sith forces. She tried to block with her lightsaber, but they hit her durasteel breastplate. As it did one her housecarls, grabbed her throw her behind him, despite his armour. He took the rest shots, he did not move the armour made sure of that. Even though the man was dead inside, just the sheer bulk of it just left it standing there, as blood poured out the holes the gun had managed to make. She was injured still, but not mortally. Then a sith knight charged in, he ripped through powerarmour, as it had not got any lightsaber defense. As he did killed some her housecarls, Elaine put hand out and used force push on him, to get him away from her troops, and as she did the other housecarls, began to return fire.......

 

[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"] [member="Sturgis Tal'Verda"]


Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] (Possibly)
Rogue Squadron Decisions [member="Asmus Janes"] @Others
Fluff Surviving Forces:

Spoiler

769th Coruscant Own Regulars: Breaching/Boarding Regiment. (850/2000) 50 More Lost withdrawing, Retreat Called.
Objectives:
700 Men Retreating to original breaching points for evac.
150 Men Cut off, unable or unwilling to move.
*Included in overall number, rough estimates.

Over his earpiece, from afar.
“Captain a retreat has been called,”

“You fought well, get the men out of here LT.”
“Sir?”
“Get them home, it was an honor.”

Slapping the men's last timed sapper charge to the wall facing the bridge, Kylath heard a shout at the maintenance hatch, more of his men not going home. Alone, eyes as ice, he became controlled fury once more. All the angry blonde piling in would find facing her, was an armored roundhouse kick going straight for her chin, yanked faster or not. Kylath moved like a young martial artist, fearlessly pushing from his back leg. The result of his twisting momentum, or perhaps her deflecting block, carried him around the side of her body.

Youth, vigor, speed and training, the best of him faced her, his force connection was hampered, but something’s were trained into you for years. Frag grenade in one hand, igniting his free saber in the other, he angled it protectively toward the other aggressor in a firm defensive grip. [member="Matthew Robinson"]

There would be no survivors here today. No going home, no going back. She might see it in his eyes, feel it, idealistic youth holding fast his crush gaunt gripped frag grenade. He was prepared to take them all out with him, and in so doing ensure he disabled the bridge crew long enough to get his men off. Bodies smacked together, fiery defiance behind his visor staring her down, [member="Aeron Kreelan"] had split seconds to decide where she was for that act, or how she reacted, all three of them did. Was she as willing to die for her cause as he was?

“Die well.” Kylath said with some respect, honoring how they had fought to defend what was theirs.

More importantly for those aboard! From the men’s sacrifices, that ticking sapper charge sat through that hatch on the far wall facing the bridge! One specialized for the breaching regiment for boarding actions, and via its explosive gases would attempt to sap the air from the bridge when it blew, possibly knocking every single unprepared operator there unconscious, stunning them from its blast, or killing them via suffocation.

Unless some unlikely hero [member="Matthew Robinson"] perhaps could save the day! In 8...7…6…
Character defining moments through blondes and stun weapons.

[member="Asmus Janes"] | @Squadron
The 770th Loyal Sons being clones were much more leveled, selfless than the 769th, answering according to their orders and roles, “No. We are not politicians we are soldiers, and we are a medical transport.” The choice was rogue squadrons, as the shuttles were approaching the alliance carrier now, they had their meagre weapons trained ready on anything closing on them, but it was doubtful they’d put up much serious resistance if shot at. It was also somewhat doubtful the sith would have offered the alliance the same mercy, and it could still be a trap certainly. Hard calls in wartime.

[ 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"]]

[member="Sturgis Tal'Verda"]
Would by now likely find lots of bodies, large amounts of damage to the lower decks, and some to the bridge areas. There were some 700 men or so making their way lower, looking to get an evac off the approaching shuttles, some 150 cut off and unable or unwilling to move, those whom lay trapped toward the bridge's direction.

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

Actions: 770th shuttles closing to lower belly of carrier, broadcasting their nature as medical transports. 769th 700 men moving to evac sites on carriers, 150 trapped or refusing to move near bridge.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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

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"]
• [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

Enemies:

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

Fluff:

• Two Battalions of Zero-G Blackblade Guardsmen

Armament:

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

Slowly, little by little, the Tyrant wore away at the Grandmaster's defenses with his ruthless, unrelenting onslaught. Their battle was a cacophony of crackles and sparks as their meter-long beams of plasma smashed against one another with determined force, every blow delivered with the intent to kill. Vornskr got close, incredibly close, as one of his scarlet blades carved a great crevasse through the Jedi's lamellar breastplate before striking the cortosis woven fibers beneath, and as Vornskr pulled back his blade it spattered and fizzled erratically before finally shorting out. There was a brief moment where bewilderment rooted the Sith Lord with inaction, but primal reaction ran faster than his brain could and he swung his free blade up in a vertical arc to cleave the Alliance corpse thrown at his upper body. Unlike Korr's chest, the marine's gave way fluidly as the crimson blade sliced through armor, skin, flesh, and bone with zero resistance to spew bubbling flecks of blood all over the front of Vornskr's already baleful armor.

Yet his dealings with the corpse left him open for Korr's hearty thrust, a move that Vornskr thought rather foolish considering the composition of his armor, yet he was unprepared for what was the come. Begrudgingly the metal melted and parted before Korr's blade, and a pain so sharp and intense lanced through the Sith Lord's body he feared that his legs would've given out right then and there. Fortunately they held although his knees threatened to buckle as his face contorted in what could only be described as pure agony, a shuddering convulsion forcing Vornskr to bend forward into the blade. Yet for all that pain he did not cry out, his mouth open in a silent wail hidden by the ferocious and stoic mask he wore to protect his face. But even as the pain threatened to consume him, something far more compelling welled up from within him to set his muscles taut and clear his addled vision.

Hate.

Hate for this man, this paltry excuse of flesh that had dared to spear his Lordship through the gut, this Jedi wretch that had inflicted such a terrible wound upon his pride. That hate gave him focus, and he roused from his stupefaction to latch onto the hilt of the bastard Jedi's weapon with the hand that still held the shorted out blade, keeping it lodged in his gut. With his other hand he deactivated his lightsaber and tightened his grip on the hilt, and sent it careening towards Master Korr's head, eschewing disciplined swordplay in lieu of brutal close quarters combat. He wouldn't allow himself to be stopped by this new wound, he had tasted the pain of a blade in his gut at both Ossus and Wayland at the hands of other Force users.

 

[Matthew Robinson]

Location: ANS Belshazzar
Objective: Defend, protect! Don't get distracted by blondes, heal stuff, don't die, give Aeron my comm number
Allies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] (somewhere) [member="Sturgis Tal'Verda"]
Enemies: [member="Kylath Connar Amadis"]

The bodies of the blond sith's two final-stand men lay motionless at the medic's feet. To be fair, they were both stunned and would probably be out for the next two days. One had a gash running down his arm from the shrapnel. Warm blood ran down Matt's hand - his own.

The price of gripping the sharp edges of something not meant to be a weapon.

Screams. Moans. The smell of burnt flesh. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Hazel-gaze zeroed in on the cleared hatch as the blondes stepped to the side. 'Stepped' being a generous word.

"No mate," he addressed Kylath for half a second. "Live well." Time slowed, but not for the medic. With a blurring shuffle-sprint he slipped around Kylath and his free saber. Around the frag grenade. Around the atmosphere growing with aggro. And straight into the hatch.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Gaze zeroed in on the sapper charge. Far wall. "Blimey wiggets on a mynock's bollocks" The sith were barmy. One hand stuffed the spacer helmet on his head while the other snapped forward lead by...instinct? The air around the charge suddenly shimmered a tinted blue, directed by Matt's bloodied fingertips. The force bubble was small. Weak. Would it be enough?

Tick. Tick. Tick.

 

[Isamu Baelor]

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

Spoiler

• The One Sith
• [member="Darth Vornskr"]
• [member="Raien Keth"]
• [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]
• [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

Enemies:

Spoiler

• The Galactic Alliance
• [member="Ilsa Voll"]
• [member="Ryan Korr"]
• [member="Taeli Raaf"]
• [member="Kana Truden"]
• [member="Cole Katarn"]
• [member="Lucius Varad"]

Force:

Spoiler

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

Armaments:

Spoiler

• IW-X02A Calamity
• IW-W01A Interchangeable Weapon System
• IW-W02A Blaster Pistol
• IW-Wo3A Blaster Rifle
• Hand-held Energy Shield

The One Sith boarding pods extruded from the walls of the ANS Fondor’s Aegis, while dust and smoke billowed throughout its corridors. Coming to life with the screech of metal, the arms of the vessels bloomed, exposing their now-open hatches. One by one, pairs of glowing red eyes appeared in the darkness, piercing through the black abyss. Born from the shadows, waves of Iron Guard soldiers flooded from their pods, and swarmed across multiple decks of the alliance flagship.

Clad in black armor, with faces hidden behind menacing masks, the Iron Guard were a terrifying sight to behold. Different from your average One Sith soldier, they were the elite. Their ranks populated by the veterans of countless battles. Comparable to the infamous Blackblade Guard, they were a force to be reckoned with, especially under the command of the One Sith Military Executor: Isamu Baelor.

Suddenly, the corridors shook and rattled with an awful force, as explosions peppered the outer hull. Boarding pods shattered on impact, and fires roared from their hatches. Isamu raised his arms, to shield himself from the flames. In but a moment, the hatches clamped shut, so as to maintain hull integrity. Screams of terror, and agony, belched from behind the red hot metal. Men and women were consumed in flames, or vented into the cold expanses of space.

Lowering his arms, a groan of anger forced its way through Isamu's gritted teeth. Many of his soldiers snuffed out in a horrible, nightmarish manner. He beckoned a soldier to approach, who heeded his call with haste. "Executor?" She asked. "Hail the medical ships." Isamu ordered. "Have them recover any survivors." A brief pause followed the Executor's words. "And the dead." He added, somberly. "I would see them returned to their families."

With many of the pods destroyed, their evacuation route was cut-off. They were stranded. Though like a cornered animal, the Iron Guard would not crumble. They would lash out. They would be spurred to fight with unbridled tenacity, for they had only one recourse: victory. And so their march began. "Form up!" Isamu ordered. His soldiers were disciplined, and hastily took formation.

Marching three in a row, and protected by a wall of energy shields, the Iron Wolves advanced on the alliance soldier's position. Showing their discipline, the elite soldiers did not waiver, or route, under sustained fire. Their energy shields blocked the impotent fire of the alliance blasters, and ground was rapidly gained. As they marched, the Iron Wolves extended their blaster rifles through their energy shields, and returned fire upon the defending soldiers. Spurred by righteous fury, the alliance soldiers did not retreat, and instead held their ground.

With the gap closed, the wall parted, and the ferocious beasts of the Iron Wolves poured through. Brandishing vibro-axes, adorned with the gnarling faces of their namesake, they pounced with untamed ferocity. Sprays of blood coated the corridor interior, as the alliance soldiers were hacked to pieces. One wolf opened a man from naval to collarbone, spilling his guts into a hot steaming pile. Another drove his axe so deep into an alliance soldiers skull, that it is a wonder he was able to pry it free.

Though he lacked the blood-lust his wolfish cohorts displayed, Isamu did not shy from the battle at hand. Some young alliance soldier rushed the Military Executor; no doubt believing he could end the battle with a single swing of his sword. Their two blades clashed, with Isamu parrying his to the wayside. Momentarily vulnerable, Isamu thrust his boot into the soldiers sternum, sending the young man crumbling to the fall. He rose to one knee, an attempt to recover, but it was for naught. Isamu swung his sword through the young soldiers throat, nearly cleaving his head from his torso.

The fighting raged on throughout the flagship's decks. Up above, the remainder of the Iron Wolves marched towards the flagship's primary bridge. Showing no less tenacity, they butchered any that tried to impede their path. Down below, the Iron Vanguard battalion pushed on the flagship's secondary command bridge. Though they handled it with far less brutality, the soldiers of the Iron Vanguard were no less effective than their axe-wielding counterparts.

With the alliance soldiers cut down, Isamu and the Iron Wolves continued their march towards the bridge. One by one, the alliance checkpoints faltered. Felled by the wolves mighty fangs. As they continued through the ship, they were soon set upon by a different enemy. A deafening roar filled the corridor, as blaster bolts traveled down range to meet the soldiers. The energy shields held, and deflected the blasts. Isamu grit his teeth. "We don't have time for this." He said. He motioned to three of his soldiers. "Kill them." Isamu ordered. "And once you're done, regroup with us at the bridge." The soldiers saluted, acknowledging Isamu's orders. They broke from the main group, and pushed on whoever this new enemy was. Using the door frames as cover, they laid down suppressive fire, and advanced on the enemy position.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Immortal Titan
Lower Weapons Deck
[member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Kyber Salurra"]

Cameron's attention lingered over Aela's action for but a few moments. In truth, his principal concern was not what she was doing to the weapons systems. The Immortal, like all capital vessels, had redundancy controls for a reason. The Tactical Action Officer, Weapons Officer, Executive Officer, and Commanding Officer could all upload remote overrides from other control stations if they so desired. No doubt the moment any new targeting parameters were engaged in the system, the crewmembers responsible for monitoring the weapons systems would identify the anomaly and direct it to a senior officer's attention. It would be quite foolish to only have one location capable of modifying targeting parameters.

When the young woman addressed him, Cameron exhaled heavily. The exhale was not directed at the young Talith but rather the troopers that accompanied her. The intention to open fire on him was...predictable even without utilizing the Force, but the Force flashed images of the action within his mind's eye before it happened all the same. Apparently it was the day for useless actions by gun-toting Alliance sycophants. The motion of Cameron's hand was so minuscule that it was almost imperceptible.

Near instantaneously, the experienced Sith Lord manipulated the current of the Force around him into an invisible barrier. As the blaster bolts from the offending enemy troopers impacted the barrier, it caused the barrier to become visible in that particular position. The image could be compared to that of a shimmering stasis field. Slowly, Cameron tracked his silver-green gaze in the direction of the lead trooper and fixed the man with an expression that basically conveyed his appraisal of the man's tactical acumen in the Galactic Alliance's protracted war against a government organization principally administered by force users.

That is to say, Cameron looked at the man like he was an idiot.

Then again...perhaps being an optimist was useful in their line of work. Really it was a kindness that Cameron had elected to merely protect himself from the attack, rather than send the vast majority of the super-heated bolts of energy back to their source.

Cameron the Considerate.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

ANS Fondor's Aegis
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Cole Katarn"] @others if I missed you
Enemies: [member="Raien Keth"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] @other Zambranos

NPCs: 40 Harbinger Droids, 10,087 Alliance Marines (they're having a really rough day already)

She gave a small smile when her bolt struck his left shoulder, sending some rather unpleasant jolts through her opponent no doubt. He didn't seem to like her comment though as he swung the mace towards her waist, probably hoping to break her pelvis or some other bone. As she jumped back to avoid the swing, she felt a pressure on her mind. Oh... someone wanted to play mental games. He was probing, searching for weaknesses or fears he could throw back at her. Perhaps he was hoping she would resist him on that front, but she knew a thing or two about mental attacks from... past days.

She wasn't going to resist his probing for her memories. Oh no, she was going to give him exactly what he wanted from her... just not in a form that would be helpful to him. Igniting the second blade of the lightsaber she was currently wielding, and the spinning form, she sprinted forward on light and sure feet, aiming to bringing the spinning blades down on his left arm, planning to remove or injure his mace arm, but that wasn't the true thrust of her move in their dance.

A mind probe could work both ways, establishing a link between the prober and probee, and she latched onto it psychically and pushed memories and feelings to fore. The heartbreak and soul crushing sadness she felt when her sisters disappeared, the fear of abandonment she had and the memories of her loss of control that killed her adopted parents, the horror at staring at their broken bodies, the numbing feeling of laying them to rest, the pain and rage and fear she had felt when those boys so many years ago assaulted her in the alley. Every little emotion and feeling was sent in a tsumani of mental energy right into his psyche, with her hope that he would be unprepared for such a sudden assault and he would be sluggish or paralyzed for a moment or two or even longer.

She might be a Jedi, but she still knew all these emotions, still felt them all... but she had faced them all and was still here... fighting.

Elsewhere, the Harbinger droids were finishing off the pushing back of the biodroids. They had lost a few more units, but they had done their job well and were moving to face a new threat. Enemy forces were heading for the bridge... it would need protecting. Alliance marines would finish the mop and protection of the engine area, the Harbingers would face the new enemy. The Marines currently facing Baelor's troops were indeed giving ground, falling back to much harder checkpoints and prepared troops. Master Raaf's earlier orders to get checkpoints and chokepoints prepared, along with closing the blast doors in key areas and bringing up ray shields, meant while the soliders in front died easily enough, the men waiting further in were ready. Iron Wolves would find fragmentation grenades rolling under their feet, exploding among them. Blaster bolts were increased in frequency, keeping pressure up enough that advancing forward would be harder.

Iron Vanguard units would also find themselves facing stiffer resistance the further into the ship they went, troopers recognizing that grenades and focused intense pressure were needed to slow them until troops further back could stiffen resistance even more.

 

[Nia Siroc]

The Hungry Hutt
Allies:[member="Lilin Imperieuse"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Erebos"], the Hungry Hutts of the Sith

With an unspoken command, that was that. Nia didn't even have a chance to protest before Voidstalker was moving forward to meet the Sith. Scrambling up to her feet, the apprentice spared a glance for her comrades, or what remained of them. Though she heard their cries of pain, those alive to utter them, she instinctively tuned them out.

The cries of pain that she couldn't do anything about threatened to overwhelm her. So she ran, or tried to run as such, after Lilin Imperieuse. Droids stepped forward and men too, intent to gun her down where she stood. With a snarl upon her face, she was among then, propelled by the Force.

Unlike the screams of her friends, their screams of terror and eyes filled with fear brought a sense of satisfaction. They'd brought this on themselves, as the sweeping slashes of her yellow blade severed limbs, heads and torsos with impunity. Under the fury of her counter-attack, they parted. Then she was upon the heels of the older Master Imperieuse.

Somewhere inside of her, Nia knew it was wrong to strike out in anger. It was unbecoming of a Jedi, even an acolyte like herself. But remorse and grief would come later. Now, it was forward towards the bridge and closer to an end ti all of this.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: ANS Fondor’s Aegis, Passageway
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Allies (none in vicinity): [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Cole Katarn"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | (rest not in vicinity): [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Raien Keth"] | [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"][/SIZE]

Spoiler

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFnnNijn_OI[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Phrik plating melted and Ryan felt the blade slide home into the fiend’s belly. Elation fluttered through his heart, some dark sense of joy knowing he’d wounded the source of so much suffering and pain. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The Sith doubled over in agony, body bending round the lightsaber. Korr thought he might try to step off the saber, back away. Instead, the Panathan King seemed to feed off the anguish, aphotic flames leaping high within to consume this new source of fuel and turn it from weakness into strength. Gray eyes widened as Zambrano grabbed the hilt buried in his gut and held it steady, quickly followed by a sudden flare of danger within Ryan’s mind. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Face contorting, he swiftly seized the hilt in both hands and tried to push the blade deeper and wrench it side to side, seeking the Tyrant’s spine.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Splitting pain exploded across the side of Ryan’s face, jerking his head sideways. The right cheekbone fractured and teeth shattered. Kaine’s gauntleted fist came away exposing torn flesh hanging loose, red and raw. Korr fell fully to his knees in a daze, grip growing slack on the handle. The world spun. Digging deep, Ryan drew on the Force just to remain conscious from the blow. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]So the storm rocked the ground with peals of thunder.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Warm liquid flooded the Jedi’s mouth, a coppery tang. He spat out a gob of blood, phlegm and several pieces of tooth. The scarlet ichor dribbled down his chin, half his face already swelling up, purple where it wasn’t flayed. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The fingers of his left hand slipped off the lightsaber and drifted down to his belt, scrabbling, searching. Desperate, but determined. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]But the rock would not move. [/SIZE]

 

[Aela Talith]

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

Aela perked an eyebrow, her eyes shooting towards the soldier that she had sent towards the door. No doubt the man had expected her to be on the backfoot facing one of her relatives, but in truth this wasn't the first time such a thing had happened. She remembered a time before when her and her friends had been caught up in the events of an invasion between the Republic and One Sith. Her Uncle had been there too, though at the time they had simply elected to run away from him. Now things were a bit different.

Mostly, there was nowhere to run to.

"I'm not sure what you're doing here Uncle." Aela began as her eyes flicked towards the screen behind her, catching small lines of command code flowing down it's edge. It seemed that someone had indeed noted the target parameters of the Proton Cannon shifting, but that hardly mattered considering that Aela had simply pointed the weapon towards one of the farther Alliance Ships at the end of the system. She waved towards the soldiers, a small signal for them to cease firing. "But I suggest that you leave this ship as fast as you can."

Aela was far from stupid. She knew that the likely hood of the cannon actually being fired at any of the One Sith's own ships had been small to none, either someone would stop her or the people on the bridge would catch the mistake and stop the weapon itself. She half turned away from her Uncle and depressed a series of three keys as she spoke. "The people in charge of this vessel are about to make a mistake."

There was an odd rumble that shook the floor they were standing on, the sensation and sound of capacitors for the Proton Cannon below beginning to charge.

 

[Choli Vyn]

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

---

Spoiler: Music

https://youtu.be/siwpn14IE7E

Choli checked her diagnostics board. Her X-wing had suffered some shrapnel damage to its top-side starboard engine, but it was still running at 60 percent capacity. But that wasn't the best part.

Her shields had finally rebooted.

The snubfighter took a turn port, half glancing at the side of her viewport to see who was following her.

"There you are," she murmured. "Get ready Arr-Two!" she told him, taking a deep breath as she sped up her thrusters. Rogue Eleven was still in the midst of her fight, but Cho would join her soon.

"Come on... I know you want me." here she was, dangerously moving into the Danger zone. She wanted him to get closer. A worried hoot and a series of beeps worried at what she was doing.

"I got this!" she told him, taking a deep breath. "Right... just."

As the One Sith starfighter sped up, Cho suddenly deaccelerated. The other starfighter over shot her, and at that moment, Cho kicked her engines forward. The bogey flared in her HUD. There was no time to think. Only to act.

The beep, beep, beep of her targeting computer. Her thumb flicked the safety latch, then depressed. A volley of laser fire flew. It strafed at the enemy ship, hitting their engines. It erupted in a blaze of fire, Choli following quickly after it as debris pelted her shield.

​

"YES!" she said, with a big grin. Unknowing of the mental anguish that [member="Alexandra Russo"] could be in, Choli piped through the comm.

[ Shields up, Rogue Eleven. Coming on to your six. ]

Turning around she angled back to the X-wing as the Alleycat shot at the One Sith ship. Her HUD brought the ship up in her sights. Slowly cross hairs drew the Darth's ship into view.

There was no messing with her mind. Not for the Epicanthix.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: The void of space
Objective: Try to land on the Belshazaar and not get blown up from [member="Asmus Janes"]
Allies: The One Sith and [member="Satra Woodle"]
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance, more specifically, [member="Bryce Bantam"]
Gear: First post

Lyle expected the end to come as he stood within the shuttle and braced himself for the shuttle to explode and disfigure him from the magnitude; however, luck or a miracle came to him and his unit, and their wasn't concealed by some hotshot ace that could've sealed their fate with another homing missile or whatever arsenal they carried on their fighter. The Agent exhaled a breath of relief knowing that he wasn't going out on one of the top ten things he wished to not die from. That'd just be embarrassing for him.

"Looks like we'll be seeing a fight, men. Pilot, I shouldn't tell you what to do next, but do try to not encounter anymore enemy squadrons. I'd like to at least fire some rounds from my pistol before fading out," the Agent said to their driver and was glad that they back on course to the Belshazaar.

The Baelor then have his attention to his squad and said, "We'll be landing on the Alliance carrier very soon. Get those helmets on and check your equipment before landing. You fall behind, and you're on your own." A very simple procedure to follow which Lyle was sure that the men and women before him would do in a jiffy. Though if they proved him otherwise, he would just question the intelligence of advanced life forms in the Galaxy.

He brushed the right side of his hair which was longer than any other area of his hair before putting on the menacing look of the stormtrooper helmet on his head. The only thing he could do no was enjoy the rest of the ride, and hope they wouldn't picked up by another hostile pilot.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: Aboard ANS Belshazzar
Objective: Care for the wounded / 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"] )

Reports were pouring in from all over the ship of deck to deck fighting. The lower ship and taken quite a lot of damage but the enemy seemed to be retreating back to their entry points. Most of this mattered little to BB as he was elbow deep and blood trying to save any he could. The hanger had been sectioned off, without a way to get the surviving stormtroopers to the brig, those still alive were now in a makeshift prisoner area surrounded by the marines defending the hanger.

Matt had gone silent, but before his had BB had heard sounds of battle in the background and hoped he was alright. BB first instinct when it happened would have been to go and see if Matt was alright, But with the wounded and others around him that notion would need to wait till he was confident he had been able to do all he could for those around him.

Flight crews were beginning to prepare the hanger to receive their fighters, the battle had been raging for some time and undoubtedly the craft a bit worse for wear or low on ammo would soon be returning. The marines not guarding the prisoners seemed to be preparing also. Makeshift pill boxed were being constructed in strategic areas with whatever they could find to sure of the area's defences in case another attack was to be attempted. It was a good thing they were as even now "rescue" shuttles to "evac" the remaining borders we inbound as way one more shuttle carrying some unwelcomed guests.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Mess Decks of Titan
Allies: [member="Sal Katarn"] ([member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Kyber Salurra"])
Enemies: [member="Crystal"] | @Camercon Centurion

The male of the pair blinked out shortly after Glavo went stock still... The woman...She was in his head, digging, commanding. Instead of fighting her off though, the Corellian smiled and turned to face her. Mental defense was his truest weakness, really. And so he had, after the accident, learned another way. Flow-Walking was dangerous... But he had put his ship, the Wanderlust onto auto-pilot while beelining to Ka'Shebbol... Unfortunately, he plotted a bit off and hit too close to a nebula, it appeared, which had some bizzare property or the other. That and a solar storm borked the hyperdrive... But somehow, the two astrological events had paired with the Flow Walking. So instead of seeing pasts, for a split instant, he had seen all his possible pasts and bits of his future and presents. Alternate life-lines of himself.

The result had been catastrophic, really. For weeks he hadn't known his own name, or which life was which. Dealing with three to four lives worth of experience and memories was daunting at best. But he managed, for the most part. An implacable nature helped. When confronted with the anxiety of his condition, he simply persisted because that was the way it was. It was what was needed to be done. But [member="Crystal"]? She might not know what she had gotten into really. Deep, soulful eyes stared back at the Sith, an easy and breezy smile on his lips. The words would appear to be slow and rolling, as if speaking honey. There was no fight... No, not this time. Merely an opening of his mind, of all his minds and memories at once. Instead of fighting, he welcomed the link,accepted it, and stopped moving, but in return he pushed back with a mental weight the equivalent of a headbutt with a Rancor.

Crude. Rude. But he hoped it was effective.. She would need to master a massive tide of information and feedback, and he had already begun to blur towards her, lightsaber raised

"Do come in and stay a while, miss...Put the kettle on then, shall I???"

 

[Raien Keth]

Location: Aboard the ANS Fondor's Aegis. Stopped on the way to Life Support, Facing [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Mission: Mental Tornados, breaking apart minds!
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.

For your Muse:

Spoiler

Only the opposite!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JnqupBtPZNI

Heavy vong maul deflected, glanced and chipped aside by the Master, wounding his left arm true. Only small part of their real battle, his saber ready to be used, yet undrawn.

Curdling snarl erupted once more, born forth by her new revelation, surtr facing new technique and truths.

Deepening connection, acceptance, no resistance, or even attempt to heal, only magnify. Like a physical blow to the mind, he stepped heavily backwards as if struck, once and then again, if she could see mental scarring across his force aura, perhaps this was such, overload from her funneled mental tornado. The floor beneath them began to bend with the weight of his stance pressing down, pushing that energy outward into the environment any way he could, while she instead did the opposite, allowing emotion and force energy to pour into him.

Feedback Loop
Looping between them increased focus on her mind too from him, and thus on his own. Instinct to magnify her experience in return.

Keth attempted to force her to look upon her alley, not just look FEEL, BE THERE AGAIN, hear their voices, feel their anguish, sat with her parents to relive it. Adding his own weight he took a step forward, she might see the Jedi’s former home of Tython’s horridly blackened ground, those images she gave him or he gave her were magnified. Energy began discharging somewhere around the bubble of their own experiences, now into the environment to give it similar color to how Tython looked. Creating a red force lightening bolt or two to strike the wall. He passed her the deaths of thousands, more, the weight of their screams. Unknown to him a former Sith she may well have guilt of her own. Those faces pleading with Keth, as families were turned against each other and worlds burned, now pleading with her to fight Keth for them. New sith created then burned up, she would resist him! Lash out.

Taeli hadn’t paralysed him so much as completely engaged his mind, which almost did the same thing physically, for now a pure battle of wills of how much she could relive? The environment around perhaps starting to reflect the discharge of force energies he pushed out further, Sith intent on causing resistance from the galaxy, and the Master intent on maintaining her focused loop straight back into him twice as loud. Acceptance perhaps at great personal cost.

Another step forced forward, he pushed into her mental funnel, “IS THAT ALL YOU CAN FEEL.” The sithspawn's voice boomed, even as pressured damaged was inflicted upon his mind, Keth’s certainty challenged. Beneath the surface that sustained him, darker energy, sith truths roared, an ancient metal sith sphere barely visible buried at the center of his mind, inside it his children taken from him numbered 3, because 3 different wives that same resistance had consumed. Taeli had held his mental roar, chinked his armor true, and reached the heart of him. The armor and the body were secondary, even in death that living sith sphere still spoke to him, as coins upon his belt, for her to pull at or sense.

Elsewhere, pushed from the damaged rear sections, the few remaining biodroids had loaded some fresh biological material on the shuttles, mostly dead, a few unconscious, now they had to try and get through the firefight to bring back their prey.

Gear:

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

Fluff: (30/250) Biodroids MK2’s - Byss Hive, using GA DNA Templates
Biodroids: Departing on 5 small shuttles.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Onboard her Phasma Class Infiltrator.
Allies: One Sith, Sith Assassins.
Enemies: Galactic Alliance.
Armament:
Assassin armour.
2x curved-hilt lightsabres.
Nagajj & Tsaisibola.
Rudis of the Dark Lord.
3x thermal detonators.
Standard issue vibrodagger.

As Darth Ophidia reached out with her tendrils of terror, wrapping around the minds of her pursuers and force-feeding them images and sensations of terror, she could feel her influence slip past one in particular. It was as though she tried to pinch a slippery pearl between two sticks. Clearly, that one was going to be a problem. It rather reminded Ophidia of one of her students, a Zambrano of the Butcher King’s loins. Togorians and Epicanthix were infamously resistant to influence. What she could feel, however, was the faint aura of light radiating off her.

“Darling, sensors peeled. We have a dangerous one.”

She did not waste effort on the slippery pearl, rather she maintained her pressure on the more susceptible ones in order to keep them at bay. She would rather have one persistent pursuer than two, three, five. The imagery of one’s skull bursting open in excruciating slow-motion pulsed through her tendrils.

“Vark, we need those cloaking generators live now!”

Vark was working as fast as one possibly could. He was not put in the service of a member of the Dark Council for his tardiness. Vark was equal parts machine and man after barely surviving the crash of a Dark Blade. Ever since then, he had made it his business to be one of the best mechanics in the Empire. When Darth Ophidia shouted, he was just rebooting the stealth system.

The Phasma was fast, but clearly not fast enough to completely outrun the T-70’s. In response to Ophidia’s warning, Darling threw the ship to the left and into a feinted dive before pulling up with the side presented to protect the engines, however, they were not quite out of danger yet. As [member="Choli Vyn"] got sights on the Phasma, the stealth system was reset and ready to cloak again. Vark’s head emerged from the engine room with his cocked grin and tousled beard. He climbed out hurriedly, moving for the controls of the stealth systems.

“My Lord, systems are live! Going dark!”

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Location: Space combat near ANS Belshazzar
Objective: Get the Sith out of my head, then pew pew pew
Allies: GA/Rogue Squadron [member="Aedan Lochlan"] 2 [member="Berric Kelso"] 4 [member="Loske Matson"] 5 [member="Choli Vyn"] 7 [member="Encouragement Gets"] 8: [member="Asmus Janes"] 9 [member="Areiana Slayer"] 10 @Alexandra Russo 11 [member="Lucius Varad"] 12
Enemies: OS [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Equipment: T-70 X-wing, pilot sidearm, cherry-flavored lip balm

As Double One came around to do a second pass on the Sith Infiltrator, a cold, dark, oily feeling was felt all around the pilot. The sensation penetrated through the Taanabian's thermal flight suit all the way to her bones, chilling the brunette to her core. It made Russo shudder.

The coldness didn't last long though as suddenly the sensation changed. Now it felt like there were millions of fire ants biting all over Alex's skin, then pressure began to build in her head. Rogue Eleven began to squirm in the pilot couch causing her hand to twitch on the control stick. The X-wing wobbled back and forth though she was still able to keep the ship on the targeted path only because of her years of disciplined flying. Russo knew what was going on... Another Sith was trying to play with her mind yet again most likely from the One Sith vessel she was pursuing – And it pissed Alexandra off to no end, which wasn't a good thing.

Tears clouded Russo's vision as the pain was excruciating in her head, but the very obstinate Taanabian would not succumb to the dark side that easily, not if she could help it. With great determination, the brandy-eyed brunette began telling herself over and over again that the sensations were not real; no cold, no fire ants, no pain. Rusty bleeped urging his pilot to snap out of it again. Alleycat stubbornly pressed an angry thought into her mind back to whomever was playing with her something to the effect of kark off you son of a bantha, then she steeled her consciousness against any more intrusions the best she could.

The welcomed voice of her wingman, [member="Choli Vyn"], was a relief as it crackled over the comm unit bringing Russo even more clarity to her battle weary mind. “Great Seven… Now get your shot off, then let's mount up with the other Rogues for strafing runs."