The Burning of Thyferra | TSE Invasion of GA Held Thyferra Hex

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Location: On ground Thyferra

Objective: Defend the Bacta Lab (somewhere)
Allies: [member="Fel Drisk"]
Enemies: [member="Enyo Typhos"] | @Yaylin | [member="Darth Sarez"]
Equip: Saber | The Heavenshield | Armour

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpIhbDN58mA​

The epic battle continued, two unmovable opponents colliding not only physically but with minds so fixed in their respective ‘views’ that would not give ground to each other. It was an intimate dance between them, a dance of death and destruction at close quarters, she was only inches from him, and he to her. They were in essence, a perfect match in strength and power and bloody mindset.

Every move of her’s was calculated, it was something that he noted from her first steps toward him, there is a sentient in there somewhere, in his formidable shell, but there was no sense of any emotion, she is dead to it and there would be no appealing to her sensibilities.

The maul fell to the ground, he did not have any motive to attempt to pick it up besides he did not have time, the fight moving in split seconds, no time for error nor pause only the immediate. She tried to grapple his shield, which was unmoved in her hand .. it would never respond to her, father saw to that. In fact, if she had place a hand draped in skin and connected to a body .. it would have burned her with the imbuement of the lightside.

Power caused through her, the next wave of action about to come down on him with force and he did not waste a moment. Whether to woman held firm to the shield or not, mattered little as he opened his shoulder ramming the shield toward her arm holding her lightsabre. The edge of the shield would hit her arm hard, the shield made of the same as her armour .. whether it would damage her arm, he did not stop to look. Théo hoped it would sever the arm from her ‘body’.

His movement turned his body enough that her saber once ignited did not pieces his stomach and the push of the shield to her arm forced it down and the blade pointed to the ground, but not without striking him on the upper thigh burning through the inferior metal of his armour, melting it against his skin. He gritted his teeth against the pain, she would smell the scent of burning flesh as was her desire but it would be only a momentary victory.

The bond between the shield and Théo was in effect, attuned to the fact it’s master was in danger, a powerful shield bash pulled from the force not only within it but from it’s master, a telekinetic blast radiated from the shield at point blank range at the woman.

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Thyferra - Bacta Labs (Inside)
Objective: Destroy & Distract
Allies: [member="Enyo Typhos"] | [member="Darth Sarez"] | The Sith Empire
Enemies: [member="Fel Drisk"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | The Galactic Alliance & Allies
Gear: Sith Lightsaber x2 | Armour | Oculus | Firestarter |

Vaylin knew she had forced the fight across that particular line, her opponent recognized what she was up to - at least in terms of that very moment. She felt the aggression wash away, calling upon his Jedi lessons to calm his mind.

A minor setback. She knew she could draw it back out if need be.

The Zabrak slid back into a stance, ready to parry whatever Fel was about to throw at her. She didn't move as he moved towards her, lightsaber raised up in a heightened slash across her. Vaylin ducked at the last minute, expecting the lightsaber to move over her form.

What she didn't fully anticipate was the kick to her left knee. There was barely a moment between when her senses flared, giving her the opportunity to move her knee with the attack. Rather than trying to hold it; potentially breaking her kneecap, Vaylin let the impact knock her down to one knee.

But she was going to return the favour.

She lurched forwards, bringing the lightsaber in her right hand stabbing towards Fel's left knee.

Whether the attack landed or not, Vaylin didn't miss a beat, and without giving the Jedi the time to strike again - she rolled out of the way and jumped to her feet. Now though, she wasn't standing on her left leg completely. Her knee flaring in pain from the blunt attack against it. It was a weak point now, she knew it and so did Fel.

Vaylin deactivated one of her lightsabers, clipping it back onto her belt. Using both wasn't going to be wise here, not while one of her legs was more injured than the other.
But that didn't mean she didn't have more tricks to compensate for it.

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Location: Airborne Ground Somewhere
Allies: [member="Roth Tillian"], GA
Enemies: [member="Scipio Alta"], [member="Syrena Colsin"] (RIP Flygirl), [member="Bo Lin"], [member="Kor Vexen"]
Objective: Don't Die
Ship: TR-50 Sprite X-Wing

Thoughts of atonement drove him forward, sent him propelling down towards the gun. Redemption, peace, justice, he cracked all of those up as explanations for his reckless dive, but in all honesty he was just being stupid. A homing missile caught him first, the X-Wing's deflector shields took the blow and held, but then as the storm of anti-air fire filled the sky, not even the force could guide him.

The shields dropped as he tried to level out, then a wing was torn free, then an engine caught fire, and only appeared to be getting worse. The fighter plummeted and him with it. As the nose dropped and hammered into the trees Cale braced himself. The impact was sharp, the back of his fighter tore off and exploded, the nose crumpled, and the mangled mess of a fuselage skidded to a flaming halt.

It would've killed others, but not him, not today. Alone among the burning wreckage Cale punched a gloved hand through the already spiderwebbed canopy glass, and pulled himself from the wreckage and to his feet. The pilot tried to gain his bearings, but the force screamed for him to move, only for him to comply just in time to avoid the remainder of his craft detonating as the fuel and the flame met.

He ran a hand over his stomach, and after finding the familiar grip of his saber still there, concealed beneath the cloth, Cale smirked. At least he had that. Drawing his sidearm, the jumpsuit clad pilot began making his way back towards the city, or right into Imperial lines. Not that it made a difference really, the Sith were bound to be swarming everywhere at this point.

 

[Mythos]

Allies: TSE
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Noah Corek"] Any GA Boys that wanna Tango
Objective: NAM

Mythos and his soldiers began wide arcing movements through the burning forest for what seemed to be hours. Their objective was to keep a very wide distance from enemy troops and only engage when absolutely necessary until they had arrived in their designated areas. The space between one soldier and another was massive yet the speed that the force was running in was enough to be more than efficient. These soldiers were veterans and the Anubians were elite scouts sent ahead of Mythos for him to direct where the wide formation was going to head. His HUD had the entire forest mapped out but his wrist communicator had a three dimensional holoprojection of their surroundings. If Mythos knew one thing it was the necessity of situational awareness and terrain. After almost five miles of a very past pace jog and contact everywhere Mythos arrived at the location of a depression in the terrain allowing for a natural barrier for his soldiers to use as cover and concealment.

When they arrived they set up position almost immediately, machine blasters in the apexes, anti air and mortar system on their position as well as a back up shielding to protect them from indirect fire. Mythos hugged the dirt, shoulder deep into ash and broken branches as he began to scout out for any enemy contact...

A thousand thoughts flew through his mind; Had they been spotted? How many Alliance soldiers are we dealing with here? How far are we into enemy lines? When we crossed enemy lines, did we accurately estimate that distance or are we much farther than we should be?

"Report" Mythos said, silence settling down as the men of the LightBreakers dug in and began digging foxholes. The scouts were ahead as always and the parameter was as long as they could see. The Sargent Mythos had placed in charge of the company Dakos Mahal was a grunt of forty plus years in grunt years, looking down the sights of his own rifle he smiled and answered Mythos. "We are Good and Ammo, Water, we lost one trooper to indirect fire while bounding." His smile never faded, his tone was cheerful and exited. Mahal had been waiting to kill alliance dogs for years, Mythos had given him that oportunity.

Suddenly... like angels... A type of ship that had not been seen in decades began flying by Mythos' position and he knew exactly why and who they were. Reinforced Hades class gunships dawning back to the era of the Fel Imperium flew above Mythos' troops and began dropping their payload across the entire back hill of the wood line across from them. They doubled back around but not before feeding Mythos' intelligence systems with a live aerial data feed of the enemy position.

Being the good sport that he was he forwarded this to Sith Empire command but unbeknownst to him the man who would receive this scouting information was none other than [member="Darth Prazutis"] himself.

"We need to get more info, I need eyes over that hill and blasterfire around that ridge. Team One and Three bound with me while Echo Platoon holds the apex here. Have the Vicks round out and flank through the ridge side. Send out scout drones out. We got one shot to give the The Sith Empire coordinates for Artillery strikes or we will be behind Alliance territory with no reinforcements."

It was then... He heard it.

The roar of Graug.

Like a mothers voice to a newborn child... that sound was sweet.​

 

[Darth Sibilus]

Objective: Zap Zap
Allies: The Sith Empire & Co
Enemies: [member="Cairyn Midore"], The Galactic Alliance & Co

Silence was the only response Cairyn Midore would get, Drios' hand still outstretched though suddenly it appeared to have oscillated, palm now facing to the floor and five digits faced toward the Sith Knight's orbalisk covered chest. His armour was his weakness, and now Drios Rapux would exploit it with a simple outburst of pure Sith energy.

"So be it." he finally snarled, not an ounce of emotion betraying the blank canvas of his physique, not even so much as a cringe toward the high-pitched tantrum coming from his foe, even as a sore throbbing somewhere deep within his cranium began to make itself known. Best get some painkillers once I'm back on the ship. came the thought, fleeting across his mind like a ship through the whorling tunnel of hyperspace.

"I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. So much potential. Wasted." the Duke of the Xanha growled again, before an expulsion of electricity crackled from his fingertips, snaking through the air like brilliant blue carnival ribbons, cracking and whipping the air with such violence that the resulting protests from the air itself was audible above the dim roar of battle. It collided with Cairyn with an almighty boom, fizz and reverberation of power across the battlefield, but as soon as it had appeared, the small shock waves of thunder had dissipated, and the electricity had ceded its jump from one point to another.

"Wrong answer."

 

[Vaudin Miir]

Location: Chupacabra City, Thyferra
Enemies: TSE and [member="Alm"]
Allies: GA and ORC
Objective: Provide cover for evacuating civies 64%complete

"You smash hand!" He said in response to her indignation, "Mean girl!"

He didn't really give any extra thought to her butt, which was kind of new for him, then again a lot of things seemed new with out his flask.

His hand throbbed, waves of burning pain radiated up his arm and into his shoulder and he knew if his didn't get it fixed he wouldn't be able to use if to full capacity again. His blaster came up again as she held her backside and aimed between her shoulder blades.

"Sorry, kid." He said, "You shoulda stayed home."

He fired the stun bolt at her and felt a twinge of guilt, she was too young to be committed to this mess. That made him a bit sad.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Location: Thyferra. Outside a bacta lab.
Objective: Terminate.
Allies: TSE. Nearby: [member="Vaylin"]
Enemies: GA. Engaging: [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]
Gear: Simulacrum Body + Phrik Armour (sig), Enyo's lightsabre, Enyo's hammer, revolver, sonic, shotgun, grenades.


Unfortunately for the Jedi, his hopes remained unfulfilled. A shield would not cut. Perhaps he overestimated his strength, as substantial as it might be. He was trying to bash someone with bones of adamant, who went beyond muscle. Furthermore, earlier he had tried to ram her with his shoulder. Enyo was in no position to assess the damage, though a dislocated shoulder would be likely. See, physical strength and bone density were two entirely different things.


And so his shield struck her arm, hitting the plating covering it. The phrik armour was damaged to an extent, and beneath the plating skin burst and ripped from the impact. But the phrik arm itself remained firmly attached to her shoulder.


A telekinetic blast rippled from the Jedi. Enyo made no attempt to stop it or anchor herself to the ground. Rather, as it slammed into her and pushed her away, she summoned a stronger one. A tremendous telekinetic wave, strong enough to make her mirror, Sio Kerrigan, proud, was unleashed upon the Jedi. Perhaps it would make the apparently sentient shield slam into him, for momentum cared not for bloodline or spiritual alignment. Either way, she aimed to hit him hard and send him flying. Armour, even padded, offered only limited protection against kinetic impact and she could hit very hard.


For her part, Enyo was pushed back and flew a bit before crashing into the ground. Getting back up, she planted her feet firmly on the ground and summoned her beskar hammer, which had been sent flying as well, with an invisible grip. Swiftly, it returned to the grasp of its owner.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Location: On top of unmarked building, Xucphra
Vessel: Alliance Stealth U-Wing (U-60x)http://starwarsrp.net/topic/108663-alliance-stealth-u-wing-u-60x/ (parked on top of building Xucphra)
Objective: Defend the Alliance
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire, [member="Vitor Avendahl"], [member="Orion Darkstar"]
Equipment:

Spoiler

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  Light Paddlehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/104677-browncoat-ssh-light-paddle with extra ammo
  
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  Two lightsabers, with Heart of Sullust
  
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  Stealth Phantasm Cloakhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/105103-phantasm-class-stealth-cloak/
  
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  Vanguard Armor
  
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  Utility Belthttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/41325-ba-830-browncoat-utility-belt/
  
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  Stealth Blasterhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/62485-si-17-stealth-blaster/
  
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  Sniper Rifle
  
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  Blaster Rifle
  
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  AI Wrist Blasterhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/50978-ai-wrist-blaster/
  
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  Scout Dronehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/50625-obl-0-scout-drone/ and Defense Drone​
  
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  Standard loadout of communications and grenades
  

He moved forward with every intent to join the disarray that always defined combat. The halls were narrow, the restricted confines would strengthen and weaken prospective forms - depending on how they were implemented. If Taheera could keep her foe at a distance, use wide angle and long distance attacks, she could come out rather well in the fight. There was no room to dance, a Makashi or Ataru form would die on the vine. The former was his preferred technique but as he held two sabers, he knew that wouldn't be enough.

Then he felt something, a taste of what was to come. While this fighter wielded the force with a seething cacophony, this other form seemed to lurk and wait. A taste of patience laced the flavor.

Gabe winced as he came to a stop, hand pushing upward with the force gathering to his palm. The dual Heart's of Sullust would empower him beyond normal means. It would make his pain dissolve, embolden his strength, improve his connection to the force - all potentially at the cost of his life. Should it come down to it, he likely wouldn't have the time nor the foresight to consider it. There were evacuees and a green, slightly short, Mirialan to help.

The well of the force gathered into his hand and with an abrupt gesture, a monstrous force push bellowed out from the confines of his cloak. Buffeted pasting Taheera, as he corrected direction with every step towards her back, he would aim to separate her from her foe - and reveal whatever other power lurked in the shadows, seeking to make affect without true presence.

 

[Ao Xian]

Location: Thyferra Jungles, Outside of Xucphra City
Allies: TSE -[member="Kazmai"] (NAMECHANGEWENTTHOUGHWOO!)
Enemies: Yep, definitely armor- [member="Arix Askrima"] [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Nearby: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Vandra"] [member="Vahliath Imperious"]

She was already flattening herself against the ground when he yelled. The sensation in the force combined with the barest change in the nuance of sound a heartbeat before the explosion had sent her moving. She did not question that he threw himself in front of her, shielding her- that was right and appropriate behavior after all- and she winced as the sound and hot air ripped through the forest near them, a pained shiver running down her spine at the sensory eruption.

Even over the explosion however, sensitive ears picked up the faint sounds on the ridge. Conflict, growing closer.

Something, she hoped, other than bugs.

Ao was, at her core, the descendant of ambush predators. She stayed out of sight behind Kazmai as the two humans.... talked?

So strange.

Nostrils flared. The first smelled of blood- wounded. But also strangely of.... metal? Her nose wrinkled slightly. The second however.... aged. Skin like paper. She salivated just thinking about it.

As Kazmai stood back up to his full height, Ao darted out from behind him. The old and the injured. Just as she liked them. Jedi? It didn't matter at all. She moved like liquid fire, jaws open and fangs like razors at Tiland's throat.

She didn't care to talk with her lunch.

 

[Cairyn Midore]

Objective: Owie
Allies: The Galactic Alliance and co
Enemies: [member="Darth Aurum"], The Sith Empire and allies

He hated being in this position, on his knees, scarcely able to stand on his own. It was an embarrassment, a reminder of the scared boy he used to be. And Cairyn did not appreciate the reminder. Drios would pay for this transgression. The boy knew not how or when but one day, someday soon, Drios would feel the full extent of his uninhibited wrath. As would all those who had crossed the boy in the past. They'd all pay, one way or another, regardless of how much he'd have to sacrifice in the first place.

And then came the storm.

The lightning may have lasted only a few seconds, but its effect was devastating to the boy. His muscles spasmed uncontrollably, both the Orbalisks and the Sroasha punishing their host even more for the pain the lightning inflicted upon them. The scream that ripped out of him was one of the higher registers he was even capable of. He lashed out through the force, debris flung in all directions, some of it piercing the armor of those still playing the unfortunate bystander. He could only hope some of it would hit his adversary. Even the slightest, most insignificant of scratches would be something.

And then all at once, he slumped back to the ground, energy spent. It was pathetic, just lying there. His mind was racing, playing out all the things he could've done to the Sith Lord, if only he had the body to comply to his will. But no, he was forced to just lie there, glaring up at Drios with as much hatred in the boy's eyes as he could muster. And with that hate, also fatigue and oh, so much pain. Drios could easily walk away now and someone would've surely come along and just killed the boy. After all, he had no means to defend himself. His lightsaber laid a good meter or two away, useless when his hands could scarcely move at all without horrendous shaking and whimpers of pain. Like a cornered animal, or like a broken child, Cairyn mustered up his strength, reaching out for the Sith Lord with one mangled hand, not quite reaching the man. "Don't leave me." The words themselves were barely audible. What of the plea could be heard was a voice worlds different from the boy who had tried to take on the Sith Lord. Beaten and broken, unable to move on his own, the fire he had possessed had left for the time being, leaving behind the empty shell.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

Location: Xucphra - scrabble win city Downtown clinic
Allies: GA, [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
Enemies: [member="Orion Darkstar"] [member="Vitor Avendahl"]

Fingers shifted fluidly on her staff and the muscles in her legs and arms tensed as the force directed her movements. The beast of a man was fast and as her green orbs followed his movements in a shift upward and she went to meet him. Plasma end of her staff jabbed at an angled upward strike, hoping to meet his flesh somewhere above his chest as his torso was opened from the high strike.

Only, she suddenly found a foreign force squeezing down on her movements. Frozen. Wide-eyes watched as the sith's saber came closer and as the force welled around her in an attempt to invisible push his hand away with TK of her own, the drone zoomed into action, aiming to batterram its body right into the sith's face just as the point of his saber singed through clothes and green flesh just the tip of her shoulder. Like someone had held a cigarra there just a bit too long.

Chestnut strands of hair and clothes whipped along her form as she felt the outer bands of Gabe's force push careen by. Only, the vengeful mother droid looked like a mini flying tauntaun and the Sith shimmered into the shape of the man she was beginning to fall for.

Maalik.

 

[Darth Athora]

Location - Thyferra Orbit
Objective - Crush the defense

Allies - The Sith Empire
Enemies - The Galactic Alliance

It was all appearing to be too easy. The Galactic Alliance were not capable of properly defending their orbital stations, making the assault on them easier than RADM Denko had previously determined. Her massive fleet pelted the platforms with some of their most heavy artillery while the starfighters escorted the bombers to deliver their payloads onto the platforms.

"How much longer until those platforms are dealt with?" Zahori harshly asked her ship's most senior officer.

"Soon, ma'am. By my calculations, the platforms will be destroyed within 10 minutes." the officer replied. She was not wrong. The combined might of Zahori's fleet would certainly see a rather quick end to the orbital platforms without the Galactic Alliance even knowing. "The defenses built on the platforms are rather strong. We're losing fighter pilots every passing moment." she added.

"They are expendable. My vengeance knows no cost." Zahori replied coldly.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

[Medvac]

Objective: Evacuate as many civilians as possible
Allies: GA [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Taheera Sollo"] [member="Corinne Coolidge"] [member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Cato Marek"] [member="Vaudin Miir"]
Enemies: SE [member="Kor Vexen"] [member="Kogra"] [member="Zahori Denko"]

"This is Cato Marek reporting. I have transports with space for evac, I'll need cover from naval assets."

"Roger, Cato: Therapy Command is providing naval cover for any and all evac units operating on the planet"

Hopefully the administration knows what it is doing, and I already did the first steps in ensuring that the bacta crisis will reach a resolution. But there is another issue: forest fires, she thought. Therapy Command was busy holding down not only the enemy air patrols, but also the enemy fleets closest to Xucphra, with the Xozhixi crews finding it much easier because there were no enemy air assets in the area. As such the Pharmacokinetics and, with it, the Xozhixi crew, commenced a second evacuation run. While the main defense fleet over Thyferra is busy dealing with whatever fleet the Sith may have brought in tow to burn down the planet's jungle, there was only one spot that had any real interference in medvaccing between Xozhixi and Xucphra: the Bacta High Risk Rehabilitation Center. The only reason why the first detachment was shot down so quickly, along with the patients they were supposed to be protecting, was because they were under the effects of spice: the blue monster and his men would now have several soldiers in neighboring buildings, even two machineguns firing point-defense slugs at three rounds per second (80 rpm being, in fact, an effective rate of fire), providing covering fire by firing at him and his men much more accurately than soldiers on spice would have, and resembling more what normal soldiers would be able to do. Meanwhile, a few of the ambulances took dents, but there still was enough patients alive inside the center for the ambulance convoy to fill at least one pass. Under the covering fire, they now had a chance to load patients and bacta barrels - at a risk of course.

"Admiral, the first wave from the clinic has now arrived, and [member="Damian Starchaser"] as well as other nearby soldiers" the captain of the Tylenol reported in.

"Send down the transports to help with other medvac units in the city" she instructed the 12 ambulances thus freed to areas where [member="Vaudin Miir"] and [member="Cato Marek"] were positioning their craft.

I suppose our air defense units are doing just fine out there tying up the enemy airpower; the monsters that dare shoot at medvac are a minority, especially since the Sith proper prefer to fight our forces head-on, she thought, while the coordinates of the other medvac teams are being patched into the ambulances' navigation computers. She knew the main cities needed help, with Chupacabra as a suburb of Xucphra, where Vaudin was, but she had no idea who could deal with forest fires. Who could be brave enough to put out fires when the enemy is lurking around the corner, threatening to shoot them down? That was the conundrum: she had civilians to save, all right, and what little bacta could be saved, had to be, while she eagerly awaited the resolution of the whole emergency procurement process, as well as the arrival of the Givins' medvac units. But she also had to secure as much of the forest as was possible. She just was at a loss as to how to accomplish that part of the mission, even though she knew the medvac part was happening just fine, especially with Vaudin and Cato as reinforcements. It was something big, especially if FLEETCOM sent for Cato all the way from Coruscant. With that said, she could only hope to contain the enemy fleets sandwiching her, outgunned four-to-one, when she received a most disturbing report.

"Our orbital defenses are being breached!" the commander of one of those platforms reported, while still firing what it could at the incoming enemy fleet.

"We are underneath the enemy fleet; fire at the enemy flagship's underside. All squadrons, fire the remaining missiles at the enemy fighters! And start using ECM to jam their sensors!"

Because the enemy air patrols near Xucphra were all too slow to respond to her attacks, she had all the leisure to have all the long-range guns at her disposal trained in the opposite direction, trained to fire at the enemy flagship's underside, realizing that it's the single most dangerous ship, more so than a supercarrier that is losing fighters. With 1,020 concussion missiles fired at the remaining enemy fighters, inside 204 MIRVs that split up in five warheads when they approached within range of their targets, that's easily more than two missiles for each surviving enemy fighter. Of course, she doesn't expect all of the warheads to survive, but the battlecruiser had thirty 420mm APHE HVC rounds, six volleys of 88mm HVC rounds, and a plethora of heavy long-range turbolasers, ion cannons, over a thousand turbolasers' worth in total, and 200 turbolasers' worth of heavy long-range solar ionization cannons were fired at the enemy battlecruiser's underside, as well as 48 energy torpedoes with near-instant travel times, fired at it. In addition, unlike last time its crew fought Sith, the Impugnment began to use ECM to jam enemy sensors and targeting systems. In addition, the first six enemy Exterminators on the sensors were each having over 200 turbolasers fired at it, provided there were even six Exterminators left. However, it's entirely possible some of the shots may hit enemy cruisers or enemy destroyers.

Spoiler: Summary of actions

• Continued medvac operations
• Fired nearly long-range weapons at the enemy battlecruiser
• Used all 17 squadrons to fire MIRVs
• Used secondary batteries to fire at Exterminators
• The Impugnment starts jamming enemy sensors

Spoiler: Medvac

ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Tylenol (Cardea-class medical cruiser) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 95% | Firing at: N/A

64 M47 Illria ambulances

Spoiler: Medvac reinforcements (ETA: 1 post)

ANS Prozac (Cardea-class medical cruiser) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Ibuprofen (Cardea-class medical cruiser) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

64 M47 Illria ambulances

Spoiler: Battle fleet

Capital ships

ANS Chernobog (Chernobog-class artillery carrier) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Imperator (long-range only) Exterminator #1 (port trench battery) Exterminator #2 (starboard trench battery)
ANS Circumstantial Evidence (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Imperator (long-range only) Exterminator #3 (trench batteries)
ANS Unenforceable Contract (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Imperator (long-range only) Exterminator #4 (trench batteries)
ANS Factual Basis (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Firing at: Imperator (long-range only) Exterminator #5 (trench batteries)
ANS Impugnment (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Firing at: Imperator (long-range only) Exterminator #6 (trench batteries)
ANS Ordnance Handler (C-9980-class frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Exterminator #6
ANS Refueling Technician (C-9980-class frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Exterminator #1
ANS Damage Controller (C-9980-class frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Exterminator #2
ANS Positive KITA (Skor-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Firing at: Imperator (long-range only)
ANS Negative KITA (Skor-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Firing at: Imperator (long-range only)

ANS Lorentzian Hygiene (Skor-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Firing at: Imperator (long-range only)
S-1 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Firing at: Imperator (long-range only)
S-2 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Firing at: Imperator (long-range only)
S-3 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Firing at: Imperator (long-range only)
S-4 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: Firing at: Imperator (long-range only)


Attack craft:

204 Chiloon-I fighters
108 Chiloon-II fast bombers

 

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[Noah Corek]

Location: Thyferran Jungles
Allies: [member="Arix Askrima"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: [member="Mythos"] @Vahliath Imperious
Objective: Help Coren kill the Sith

When Noah felt his jetpack giving out he rolled his eyes under his helmet. "Oh that fucking son of a queen." Noah muttered to himself as he began to fall from the sky, looking down his HUD brought to his attention that he had about thirty meters to go before he would end up hitting the ground and breaking something that he really didn't want to break. Quick thinking in a situation like this was a must.

Readying his whipcord Noah waited for a couple of seconds before shooting the cord towards a tree. The cord wrapped around the branch and as soon as the cord grew taught Noah began the retracting the cord until he was about ten meters from the tree. Untangling the cord from the tree Noah fell for ten meters and remembered his training for this type of situation, bend the knees upon and impact and roll.

And when Noah hit the ground he did exactly that. Once he rolled and came back to his feet Noah drew his sword and his blade and looked around through his MFTAS system. Coren was close, his HUD's IFF telling him that. But it wasn't just Coren, another contact popped up and Noah knew that it was most likely the Sith he had been engaging. Quickly stepping off Noah began to make his way towards Coren and the Sith.

 

[Darth Sibilus]

Objective: Owie 2.0
Allies: The Sith Empire & Co
Enemies: [member="Cairyn Midore"], The Galactic Alliance & Co

The fragments of debris battered Drios like rain upon one of the Kaminoan Cloning facilities, and instinctively his forearms flung upwards to shield his eyes from damage. Luckily, all that impacted him were small and generally harmless but the Epicanthix could detect an array of bruises forming beneath his garbs. Drios tutted, and a strange feeling swathed over him, one which seldom panged the heart and infiltrated the deepest corners of his gut. His arms felt slightly numb, and a deep fire seemed to burn within his rib-cage and up his oesophagus, threatening to consume him in a turbulent tidal wave of emotion.

Was it true that the Sith Lord were feeling pity for his fallen opponent, who laid so pitifully upon the floor like a discarded dog, his limbs splayed and sizzling, smoke rising from his parasitic armour like the smoke which choked the very air of Thyferra as it burnt. His outstretched fingers, just as Drios' were before he had cruelly tortured the fearful Knight beckoned to him, and like a moth to a flame, Drios was drawn towards them. His steps were slow and long, and a powerful shockwave of emotion swept across him as the boy's utterance met his ears: don't leave me. For a moment, his eyes softened, relaxing to their humble origins as a calm and pax cerulean and for a moment even his blade, which roared with intense fury, flickered away from the blood-red pigmentation it sustained.

All of a sudden, a great black boot slammed itself upon Cairyn's mangled digits, scraping them into the ground like a bug, allowing the asphalt and his remarkable weight to grind against flesh and bone, eager to inflict as much pain before taking Cairyn as his own. He needed him to hate him, and the more he hated him, the better he would serve him.

Finally, the stomping ceded, and the Sith Lord hastily tapped in his co-ordinates for a battle medic to rush the Knight back to the safety of Drios' Upilson-class shuttle; The Usurper and off planet as soon as the Lord returned. At once, the battle seemed to explode back into action, and the Lord once again joined the fray, cutting and slashing at his foes with such ferocity some would deem him feral.

 

[Vandra Zambrano]

Location: Xucphra City, Thyferra
Objective: Burn it all
Allies: TSE
Enemies: [member="Stephanie Swail"]
Gear: Lightsaber's.

She looked up at a new scent that filled her nostrils and saw a rusty brown,pink mist that drifted above them and flowing over the ruins and stone. Some kind of new trick the Jedi have up there sleeve?

It didn't matter as she saw how the little one moved back and did a few twirls, She was quite the agile little creature even with a heavy shield she moved with quickness and grace and recover from her assault. She recoiled like a snake about to strike before she observed as the little jedi tried to act tough before doing a charge for her going for her torso, She decided to help her close the gap quicker then intended as she darted forward towards the girl and used the footwork and movement of Makashi to do a front spin over the girl and went for a strike at her back with one blade as she kept her other blade in hand for defense as she spoke again.

''Your under the impression that there is a choice in the matter, I have a few sisters who would love to meet a young specimen like yourself!.''

She was clearly enjoying this way too much as she latched onto the force connection of the young jedi with Force Drain, a technique she liked to use to spice up the battle a little when there is limited time for the opponent's reserves and like a leech she began to take small portions. Dead or alive she will either have a new pet or new artifacts to put on display.

 

[NightSister]

LOCATION: Xucphra City
OBJECTIVE: Brotherly love
WEIRD ZELTRON: [member="Joza Perl"]

"Hey, hey. Don't worry about it. Take a chill pill. It'll be fine. He won't mind," Aria declared with much more authority than she could claim to, particularly considering she had no earthly idea who he was. "Just blame it on the Sith! Oh, oh, you can blame it on me, I'm great at destroying ships." The Sith Lord sounded stupidly proud of herself.

Aria Vale was without a doubt an introvert. Talking about the inconsequential bored her (perhaps with the exception of fashion) and talking with those she wasn't entirely familiar and comfortable with, fun as it could be, tended to end up in uncertainty on her end one way or another.
Of course, all of that was forgotten once she got some spice into her system.

"There has got to be somewhere we can sit down and talk without getting toasted," she went on, talking twice more than she usually did at twice the speed. "I mean, if you're going to set a world on fire you might as well leave somewhere to watch. Someone should bring that up next time we're planning a purge." She gasped excitedly. "I wonder if there are suggestion boxes. Someone should suggest suggestion boxes."

If she had realised discreetly admitting to being part of the side doing the burning rather than the side stopping the burning, she wasn't worried. Besides, neither of them seemed in much of a mood to fight.

"Standing up it is, I suppose. How's your life been lately? It's been ages. How long has it been? How old's the kid now? Oh, how's the kid?"

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Jungles of Thyferra
Objective: Opportunity
Allies: [member="Sundara Nyveit"] [member="Grozkalla"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]

Equipment: In signature

It seemed, for a moment anyways, that they would be able to hold against the onslaught of monsters. The firing line was holding, and every time her lightsaber moved, a Graug or one of their beasts fell to never rise again. But... she knew it wasn't going to last. She could sense the next pincers coming, the little goblin like cousins of the Graug and their beasts. There was no time time to even effect a warning when they arrived, smashing into the Alliance's rear and sides. They were surrounded on all sides, and it was... bloody to say the least. To make matters even worse, the Shadow Hand himself had arrived, devastating a portion of the Alliance formation with lightning.

The gunships were doing their best above to mitigate the destruction, targeting the Graug heavy cannons and units, but she was paying that no mind. Her attention was completely taken up by the charging Sith Lord heading her way, his mind brushing hers with the slightest of phrases, but... she was glad he recognized what the situation meant. Not bothering to give a verbal response, she gave the quickest wink at Prazutis before unleashing a burst of Electric Judgment at him to match the lightning he unleashed on her men earlier, the green colored lightning arcing at Prazutis and around Prazutis to strike Graug and their beasts around him. It was by no means her strongest projection of her favorite combat ability, but it would be effective against the monsters. Against the Sith? Well, only he could say.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Thyferra Jungles, Outside of Xucphra City
Allies: TSE - [member="Ao'Xian"]
Enemies: The Squishy Ones. -- [member="Arix Askrima"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Nearby: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Noah Corek"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Vandra "]| @Vahliath Imperious

The slow rise of Kazmai caused the smoke to break apart around him.

He growled softly, lip moving up and showing large sharp teeth as two approached. Jedi. Squish. It was almost painful to watch them move, their bodies weak, fragile, it would only take one firm hit from his hammer to break every bone in their body. The geared up human spoke, voice modulated and pitched high, Kazmai just studied him while the grip around the hammer tightened vast.

Which one to choose... which one to pick to destroy first?

But the choice had been made for him when Ao pause Xian moved from behind him and lunged towards the geriatric one. A low rumble rising up from his lungs rising through his throat and appearing as a snarl, when the Sith focused his attention to the squishy one.

As the fight took Ao and Tiland further away from them the simian straightened out to his full height, muscles tight and it almost seemed as if Kazmai was about to drop into a run. To crush the cyborg beneath a dash of weight, inertia and speed. But as he stepped forward, something else happened. The sudden focus in the Force grew within Kaz and the power hammer whined as it swept up, then down with the strength of the Force behind it.

It dashed against the ground.

The repulsor and shockwave generators working overtime in tandem with his own strength to start a shockwave that would run through the ground towards the metallic squishy one.

Only then would Kaz start to run, following the thread of his destruction towards the Jedi.