The Full Reach of Law (GA Dominion of Atrisia Hex)

[Asajj]

Location: Palace; Southern Entrance
Objective: Kill any Jedi
Enemies: [member="Seras Rose"]

Asajj waited and waited for someone to come. Her senses were stretched out into the distance searching for anything she could call a target. Usually she might struggled trying to detect force users but in these conditions the dark side was prominent in the very skies themselves. This meant a slither of light was much easier to notice, and soon enough a slither came. She did not know who it was but it was a target that could sate her need for battle.

"Open." She commanded the guard who quickly let her outside, daring not to disobey the partner of their King. Once outside she breathed in the smell of war and death, unholstering her lightsaber to hold with a tight grip. The defense was holding it's ground before her against a myriad of attackers of which she saw no Jedi at first.

Taking large and quick steps she joined the battle, a snap-hiss coming from the ignition of her bright red blade. Using the force again she sought out her target, weaving through the soldiers with her small physique until she caught a sense of direction.

Eventually she saw it; another lightsaber in the battle. [member="Seras Rose"] came into her sights and immediately her gaze locked onto her. Without hesitation Asajj began fighting her way towards the Jedi.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Atrisia, outskirts of the capital
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Spencer Varanin"]
Enemies: [member="Rapax"], Sith in general

The sleek, Adril-class starfighter shot through the dark, fathomless void. The small Firemane flotilla was at the edge of the system and not in the game for the time being, but Elpsis was not the type to sit back while there was knife work to be done. Or rather Sith to be set on fire. Hopefully without getting maimed again, since for some reason certain people in Firemane thought this happened to her to an excessive degree.


Regardless, space was quite crampled and a bit of a mess. What with there being a lot of debris, wrecks of ships and a freed Lotek'k that was floating around in space. Its Force presence was vile and stiffling, the empath steeled her mind as it reeled against the malevolence radiating from the beast.


Geez, this thing isn't even native to space? Doesn't it need to breathe? How can it avoid being pulled into the planet's gravity and suffocating? Did you guys really have to have such a massive temper tantrum? she thought to herself. Typical Sith, in her opinion. It was some comfort that the monster had been killed three times by people on foot, using the Force, glowsticks and conventional weapons.


She tried to avoid the mass tentacles as best as she could. As a big limb came her way, the craft twisted and roared past, avoiding a rather unpleasant contact as she accelerated. Luckily, space was absurdly big. With her physical eyes rather useless, she gave herself to the Force, trusting it to guide her.


"HK, I'm coming your way," she transmitted. It was in this moment that the beast roared. Unfortunately, her comms frequencies were on. Suddenly the melodic song of doom came blaring through her comm.


Her head hurt like hell, blood seeped out of her eardrums, which felt like they were about to burst from the sheer pressure. It was as if a freight tram had rammed her. The starfighter experienced turbulences as it seemed to get out of control. The starfighter bucked hard enough to knock her skull against the transparisteel canopy. Her breathing intensified, her heart thumped inside her chest, but she called upon the Force to summon a sphere to shield her ears. Beneath her helmet, her face contorted in pain, she shut down all communications systems.


By now the fighter craft was reaching the planet's atmosphere. The mighty Force Storm was still active and as volatile as ever. She just happened to be flying towards it. As the craft got closer, the eruptions of lightning battered at it. Luckily, she could find the spot where it was at its weakest, thanks to Spencer Varanin's efforts, unbeknownst to Elpsis. Lights flared on the console inside the fighter as the craft was swallowed by the darkness. The ship shook and lurched whilst being battered by the lightning storm, diving towards the planet's surface.


Atrisia had been scarred by lightning and volcanic eruptions, much of Jar'kai had been consumed by a firestorm. Clouds of ash hung over the land, and the spirits of countless innocents wailed. The pain of thousands upon thousands, of the dead, and of those who were huddled in shelters, hit her. Her mind reeled, but her mental walls were prepared. Instead of being paralysed, she drew strength from it, letting the agony encompassing the planet fuel her resolve.


The computer went haywire, but the by now smoldering fighter avoided the worst of the storm and emerged through the clouds. The fighter shot towards the surface at breakneck speed. The girl fought the yoke to prevent her craft from descending in an uncontrollable fall.


Her lightsabre leapt into her hand and carved through the transparisteel canopy with a swipe. As a rush of air escaped out of the falling starfighter, Elpsis leapt out as well, activating the ARGH jets attached to her set of beskar armour. She shot into the air and roard away, while the battered craft plummeted to the ground and exploded. She took a breath as she glided to the ground, landing close to where the Jedi/Sith standoff was occuring.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Outskirts of Jar'Kai
Enemies: Sith Spookies - [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Kruel Zing"]

Allies: [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Adele Adonai"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

She felt the shift in the powers and the focus of the Sith Lords and the Storm. Her connection to Ajira was under attack. In most cases she would be worried about the connection, but with the history and the strength of their connection protected her. Ajira was alright and safe from the Sith Lords, Spencer didn't’ feel anything weakened and her connection with the woman remained flowing like a river. Still, Spencer didn’t like the thought that they had to attack Ajira. Her own force storm circled and spun around the uncontrolled doing enough work to quell it enough.

Her winds subsided as her body felt rejuvenated by the battle meditation from Adele. Spencer looked around her seeing more Jedi and others coming to the aid of fighting the storm. Power flowed from Adele and power flowed from Ajira, everything made her stronger than she had ever felt before this time. Along with that power, Spencer felt anger rising within her. The Sith threatened Ajira, they threatened the Jedi on this planet and they threatened the essence of this planet. Feet dug into the ground beneath her. There was another way beyond creating another storm to quell it. There was another way to destroy the creation the Sith had made.

A single hand rose in front of her, Spencer focused on the power she received from Ajira, she focused on the power that Adele provided her through battle meditation, and finally the anger she felt deep within her. The Sith continuously threatened her life and what made her life worthwhile. The Sith had on several occasions taken the woman she loved away from her. All of the anger swelled within her chest and the summon of the dark side flowed and threatened the neutral master. Destroying the storm and quieting its power took priority over her force well-being.

Ribbons of yellow tendrils spiraled from the woman’s hand. They shot forward gaining momentum and pierced the storm directly. The force flowed between the connection and Spencer began to consume the dark forces that gave the storm life. The power was overwhelming, but she held on draining it of its force energies. Through the Force, the pain the woman felt as she devoured echoed to those who desired to listen.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

The YT-2400 rested on the landing pad.

The starport was a sky hook. An orbital platform inside the atmosphere, holding at an altitude above the planet's surface. These platform maintained traffic control away from the populated centers on the ground, allowing free access to the skies by commuter traffic. To most of the people on the ground, they looked up and saw an ordinary sky that was unblemished by the myriad of traffic around their star system. The sky hooks were suspended between the clouds, visible to the naked eye in clear conditions, but otherwise unobtrusive.

The youngling knight emerged out from under the ship, stepping off the loading ramp as a blue-accented BB unit came rolling alongside him. As he walked across the landing platform, a short doorway at the end of the gangway opened to reveal a company of aliens.

The Crystans were the stereotypical little, green men of classical science fiction and lore. The tallest among them was still a head shy of Sor-Jan's childish stature. It was actually one of the reasons he'd undertaken these negotiations himself. An adult human would have not only been gigantic to these people, but also been hard-pressed to even walk through a door.

The trio at the front of the welcoming committee had the typical bureaucratic look to them. An administrator, records clerk, and port authority officer if he had to guess. They were flanked by armed Crystans -- uniformed security forces -- that much was clear. The group paused a short distance away. The young Anzat did likewise, his green robe flared outward as he bowed with arms outstretched, palms open, to demonstrate that he was not armed.

"What business have you here?"

Straight and to the point. As he straightened back up, the young Jedi remarked, "My name is Sor-Jan Xantha, I represent a corporation known as Corellia Digital..."

The one to the right, the clerk-ish looking one, interrupted. "We did not ask who, we asked what business have you here."

Folding his arms in front of himself, adopting a neutral pose, the tow-headed boy gave a nod of acknowledgment to the alien. "I'm sure you have noticed the electromagnetic anomaly around Atrisia is interfering with communications," the boy answered, the statement prompting two of the three to share a look between themselves. Through the Force, the boy could detect snippets. Strong emotions. Fleeting, surface thoughts. They were concerned about what was happening in the sector, and fearful of it spilling over here. "I have no doubt it has already begun interfering with your ability to send and receive long-range telecommunications toward the galactic north or north-west."

Now he had their attention. A lack of communication translated to a lack of information. Right now, they wanted more information, not less. That was something he could use. "I would like to construct a subspace radio relay terminal within your system," the boy went on to add, explaining, "This may overcome some of the interference, and better connect your system to the worlds around you."

The trio looked around at one another. The central bureaucrat finally looked up, his eyes blinking in a side-to-side manner. "And how would you pay for this, offlander?"

With all the recent Sith activity, there was no wonder that the Crystans would be distrustful of outsiders. Now, they got to the financial aspects of things. Pay them to care. Or, at least, pay them enough that their economic interests aligned with societal concerns. "I'm sure we could agree on lease options negotiated in Alliance credits..."

The one on the left this time. A banker, perhaps? "The Alliance has no presence here, we need something more real."

No presence, huh? Surely they picked up the same transmissions that Aisha had. The Alliance didn't just have a presence in this sector, it had a growing presence in this sector. And that didn't seem likely to change.

...plus, right now the currency exchange for Alliance credits was benefiting Corell Financial.

"Perhaps that is something we might discuss as well."

 

[Zion Krayt]

Cuvacia Space
Indomitable Star Defender, Valiant
[member="Jagger Fuga"], [member="Maizono"], [member="Otto Shule"]

"Sir, boarding shuttles slipped under our firing vectors and will be landing in the engineering bay."

Zaren shot a glance to the bridge officer that had yelled out the information. A moment later, Master Bishop shot a look to the Captain, Jax Hastings. There was a nod of his head, but before Bishop left he said, "How many passengers does this ship carry?"

It was certainly numbering in the thousands. A ship of this size? Definitely. "Eleven thousand, give or take a handful."

It was a military operation, needless to say. Non-essential personnel would be removed from the ship before they had deployed to the Cuvacia System. That would be standard procedure, Zaren knew. That meant, there was a mixture of Marines and other Soldiers on the ship. A boarding shuttle likely held several dozen troops, but not much else. But the engineering bay was an important place to protect. "Get available squads down there." It'd be difficult to get shots off, undoubtedly. And so Zaren disappeared from the Bridge.

...

Jax watched as his friend disappeared. Jedi Master Bishop. Huh. Could never understand why he wanted to go under an alias. Glancing to the sensor readouts, it said that the Anaxes was more or less protected from the damage that likely would've turned it to dust. A frigate had suddenly appeared in front of it, probably a hyperspace jump. But as it stands, it was merely a Frigate, and certainly didn't have the width, length, or height in any position to block the entire salvo from four different ships in different positions. At least, Jax assumed that despite the Frigate, Crimson being destroyed, the Anaxes was severely damaged, regardless. No matter however.

"Fire everything on the Anaxes." He said to the same gunnery bridge officer as earlier. And the guns kept firing.

"Sir, they're trying to drop down underneath our firing lines!"

"Rotate on our axis." He ordered. "Get Sable Squadron to destroy their engines." There would certainly be a lack of defensive emplacements towards the rear of the ship, as it was with most starships.

And that was when [member="Ryan Korr"]'s voice broke over the comm line on the console in front of him. He was calling for Bouqi, but he was gone, off to set up defenses for [member="Marcus Itera"] and his attempted boardings. Jax stepped forward to the console and answered. "Master Bishop isn't here," he replied. Glancing up to the sensors, he spotted a wavelength coming from the Battlecruiser. "Can you turn off its distress signal?" A pause. The ship was still moving. If Korr had the bridge, that meant they would've had a remote terminal elsewhere on the ship.

"Evacuation of the bridge, we will fall back to the CDC, Navigation, Helm, divert control to the nearest Navigation terminal then head to heading 132 mark 10 degree dive, I want all our topside guns firing,

"Shutdown the shields." Jax said, his voice suddenly going hard. "And the guns. And get those engines disabled in the engineering bay. That is all, Korr." And then he shot off the transmission, an obvious cue to get to work.

And then the Valiant, the Indomitable Star Defender began rotating downwards, its guns following the Anaxes as it attempted to escape. The Dreadnoughts followed, naturally. But still, with the ships to the rear of the Fleet, and the appearance of the Mandalorians, @Rach Vizsla firing on the Republic forces. Certainly, that would've been devastating. "Get me a channel," Jax said as he looked to the holographic battle display to his right. And a moment later it was up.

"Mandalorians," Jax started. Was he supposed to praise them? No time for that. "Our rearguard is being surrounded. Requesting aid in that matter." Five frigates could only do so much against four frigates and two cruisers of varying classes.

Spoiler

x1 Indomitable Star Defender
x3 Dreadnought Mark III
x2 Nebulon B7 Frigates
x3 Relentless Assault Frigates

 

[Ashin Varanin]

OOC/ As requested by [member="HK-36"], I'm taking command of a reinforcement flotilla from Abregado-Rae.

IC/

ATRISIA - OUTER SYSTEM

Theed Hangar Forces:
RNS Jamillia
RNS Aphelion
Handmaiden-class flak escorts: RNS Breslao, RNS Stretton, RNS Hamadrya, RNS Chileun

Abregado-Rae Reinforcements:
Bulwark - 500m
Oathkeeper - 250m (medical/SAR ship)
Forgewarden - 300m
Adamant - 150m
Arisen - 150m

Total including RNS Jamillia: 2,330m

120AU from Atrisia, at the system's extreme edge, Shambleau's long day had become much longer.

A reinforcement flotilla from Abregado-Rae -- one light cruiser, two frigates, two corvettes -- had rendezvoused with the Jamillia and passed operational command to the ranking Naboo authority. Her. HK-36's stealth vessel had also made that rendezvous, dropping off evacuees at the Oathkeeper and Lady Cardei on the Jamillia. Lady Cardei, apparently injured, had retreated to her private quarters aboard the Naboo cruiser, and had requested a medical droid. The Force whispered that something else was going on, but in that department, Shambleau never questioned her employer.

Meanwhile, increasingly detailed probe telemetry kept coming in from the Cuvacia system. Nobody had bothered to destroy the two Naboo sensor probes. Battle had been joined, apparently between the Republic and the Galactic Alliance, with Republic forces offering material aid to a Sith command ship. Probes in the Thebeon system, too, noted conflict between the GADF and what appeared to be a Yuuzhan Vong fleet. And Commodore [member="Zark"] had rallied the GADF forces in the Atrisian system and headed back into the teeth of the hyperspace disturbance.

Shambleau's clearest duty was to support the Atrisian incursion; in fact, that had been the shared understanding when the Abregadan forces had joined her. Now that probes were visiting every nearby system and route of any significance, the Jamillia's primary function had been satisfied. The Naboo cruiser had regained nearly half of her scattered small craft -- tough Lucerne Labs scout ships and nimble Naboo scout fighters. The heavier fighter screen hadn't made it out, but the scouts had been widely deployed around the system. Now they formed a scant but effective fighter screen with assistance from the Abregadan small craft. The Jamillia only had a class-eight backup drive at the moment, but that didn't matter much on a jump this short.

The combined Naboo/Abregado-Rae flotilla exited hyperspace some distance from Atrisia and its moons, somewhat outside the range of the hyperspace disturbances. A central passage had opened up, a clear lane through the heart of the distortion. The Bulwark's eight M47 dropships, under fighter escort, headed right down the lane, as did six Niathal-class shuttles from the Oathkeeper and eight more dropships from the Forgewarden. Not an amazing landing force, but the Abregadans had packed elite troops and medics into those twenty-two little vessels.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Location: Capital city, heading for palace
Enemies: [member="Akuma"] | [member="Seria Ventreme"] | [member="Darth Mephirium"] | [member="Dravis Rosilla"] | [member="Darth Malakai"] | [member="Kruel Zing"] | [member="Nulgath Zardai"] | [member="Rapax"] | [member="The Gray Assassin"]
Allies: [member="Kaili Talith"] | [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] | [member="Adele Adonai"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Raph Thule"] | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"]

He urged, through strength and willpower, for his hands to press and seal the gap. The light that shined from his gesture was more than some simple parlour trick or expression. It was the ambient energy of his soul, his desire to protect and stave off the darkness. Adele had joined him, though her purpose was skewed more towards meditation. Gabe, on the other hand, was working to embolden his comrades with the power of the lightside. As much as he was focused, he was immune to the world around him.

The noise and apparent danger.

The slaying of multiple warriors, those who hadn't taken hold of this invigoration.

The intrusion of multiple assassins in what was already chaos and mayhem.

He would have known their appearance, these assassins, as he was formerly trapped within the body of the Wrath. His stubborn convictions were only empowered by his fixation on the task at hand. Only when he heard the snap hiss of the Marshals lightsaber, did he release the attempt at harmony. And even still, the power of the trance persisted. Opening his eyes, his hand drifted to his hip as he withdrew the lightsaber.

With a twist of the wrist, showing the gesture for full display of intent, the lightsaber ignited with a cascading blue glow. He held on to that gathered power and the power that flowed from Adele. He would soon need it, he imagined. Though fear didn't grip him, nor would it ever. Since his emergence from Selvaris, he had always felt that he existed on time that fate never allotted. This was a life he had stolen, a life that prevailed through borrowed time.

He extended his left hand, the saber dropping to a dovetail defense as he bent at the knees. Should the need arise, his free hand would act as conduit for the force, to which he was already focusing and gathering what energy might be required.

He made no attempt to join the antics between Jacen and HK. There was more important matters at hand. Like dealing with this awful weather situation. Two more climate events and they might get the next one for free.

"You take the contrail on the left, I'll grab the nimbus cloud on the right. We'll meet somewhere in the middle." He pointed the saber accusingly, like he was moments from skewering a cornered boar.

 

[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

All of a sudden Tony's life went from bad to worse. He sat in the fetal position in a crater screaming for his dead mother. Lazer fire sprang out from seemingly everywhere. The man who only moments ago had conscripted him in the Mandalorian army had become a pool of blood and gore at the bottom of the crater. Giant death machines stomped through the streets on all fours. Firing death down upon his new "Comrades" like a descending angel of death. Then another Mandalorian fell in the trench. He leaned over Tony and began shouting, but Tony couldn't comprehend the words. He just kept hearing that blasted ringing!

"GET THE FUCK UP!!!" The Mandalorian shouted again this time grabbing tony by the armor and throwing him out of the crater "CHARGE! DAMN YOU! CHARGE!"

There was no where else for Tony to go, but forward. Into the meat grinder that was an AT-AT. He hunched low and ran as fast as he could. He reached the AT-AT and kept running. Shots singed his armor and the he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Tony toppled to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The Mandalorian who had helped him out of the crater ran to his side.

"Hold on Vod'ika! You'll be okay!" The man shouted as he pulled a white packet from his utility belt. Tony's insides were on fire. He gripped his stomach and the pain intensified. He raised his hands and found them covered in blood.

"Huh.. HUH.. ARGH!! I'M HIT!" Tony screamed as he looked down to see his precious life force draining from his stomach. By the force it hurts!

"Relax comrade! Breathe! It's a belly wound! It'll hurt, but it'll take days to die!" The Mandalorian poured white pouder over the wound. The stuff foamed then hardened and Tony felt the pain begin to subside. Days of agony Tony thought.

"We are the only ones left in the platoon Vod'ika! We must get to the palace! We must end this madness!" The Mandalorian stood up and his head promptly exploded in a fountain of blood.

High on the meds he received Tony stared in horror. He turned on to his arms and knees and threw his helmet away. He threw up profusely and just when he thought their was no more, more came. He managed to stand albeit shakily. He made his way through the war zone to the palace. Explosions crashed around him careless of whos side the target was on. Weapon fire mowed charging men down and for the few that made it the battle began anew as they hacked their foe to bits. Men ran out of buildings on fire or holding their eyes as intimidation tactics like gas and flamethrowers were used. Tony stumbled past it all. His arm still clutching his stomach. Dazed and confused he entered the palace courtyard, rifle still slung around his neck...

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Cuvacia
[member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Maizono"]

"Open fire on the lead Pubbie ship. All guns." And with Rach's order came the rain. Sixteen Hypervelocity cannons opened up the torrents of fire power towards the little ship, the vessel's other weaponry taking up aim alongside the main batteries. Hyperaccelerated metal rods became far more common in space than they honesty ever should have, with a small splattering of ionic shieldcutter rounds within the storm of the Mand'alors Wrath that became the Sovereign. The first volley of Proton Rockets followed a similar path as the steady stream of ammunition aimed for the Anaxes as the missile crews worked to reload special ammuntion into the tubes as the Star Destroyer blitzed the line of Republic ships from the side.

Vulcan cannons from the Haran'uliik-class frigates strafed massive flak shells towards the support. "Did we jam their communications?"

"No sir, all we can do is white noise the system. Not as effective as true jamming."

"Ah, well, hit two of those spear heads with our Electronic warfare suite. We can atleast reduce their targeting effectiveness." Rach grumbled. He could interdict them, he could kill them, but he couldn't stop the infinite reinforcements of a very small, dedicated group of warriors with a near limitless supply of manpower and resources. But, he could kill them. Over and over and over again. How many millions of Republic mariners would he kill piecemeal today, he had no idea. But he would keep killing them until they finally stayed dead.

"Load shipbreachers and pull us to defense gun range with that Destroyer. We are faster than it, so we should gain with them hard." Overdrives pulsed as the Star Destroyer and its escorts moved to close the gap between the little escort destroyer. Shield Leeches and deck cannons opened up their firepower into the little ship, because, if they destroyed it in a ball of fire, they wouldn't learn about the actual Jedi on board until much later. No one had told them crap about a boarding action. And Shipbreachers would be good fun.

"Oh, uh... Alliance Command. Copy, but, I'm pulling into a slug fest with the enemy command ship so I can rip it to shreds. I've got the main enemy line covered now. Also, they just sent a signal outsystem, so, be ready for them to have even more ships."

Sovereign-class Star Destroyer Sovereign
Haran'uliik-class Light Frigate Like
Haran'uliik-class Light Frigate Hell

 

[Break]

Allies: [member="Asajj"] [member="Rapax"] @The Grey Assassin Sith in general
Enemies:[member="HK-36"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"]
Loadout: Force Breaker grenades, plasma cannon, Vibro-katana, Gravity Grenade,particle shield Grenade
Armor: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/36357-black-armory-ltd-kraken-armor-mk-ii/

As the fighting went on around the world Break was not all too keen on staying inactive. The Force raged on all around him. Only through the new armor wrapped around his body was he spared his fate of the massive force storm.

He could pick up a familiar signiture of Rapax but more importantly the fact that he was locked in battle. He moved towards the battle. He pushed his body to move as fast as possible. Bounding towards the fight, he could also notice that HK was in the same area. Connecting his internal comm link to Rapax he would laughingly joke.

"The cavalry has arrived, any chance you you might need some help?"

Break charged his plasma cannon until one could audibly hear that the energy welling up. Holding it until full power. In his other arm his vibro-katana would shine with its metallic beauty.

"If the storm lets up we'll have time to hit the cantina."

 

[Ranga Desilijic Boga]

Post 5
Location: Thebeon, command post
Objective: Defend surrounding area

The sky had settled out and was filled with a reddish tint as the sun set away from them. Ranga felt as if the day was over, that he fighting was done for now. He was wrong. One of his scouts came in running as yelled for us to take cover. In that moment a massive mortar shell slammed into their position, killing 20 Trandoshans instantly. Ranga rallied his men and the men of [member="Causstik Rahn"].

"Don't retreat, we were sent here to hold this place down! Now are you going to run away like pansies, or are you actually going to fight!? Let's take it to them!" He pointed to two malnourished Weequays. "You two, get ready to blow the sewers, we are going to be followed."

The men took up stations around various pieces of rubble from buildings and began to lay down blaster fire on the incoming Mandoes. The had more men then they did, about 2000. Ranga only had 170, 150 now because of the artillery shell. More we're going to be lost, and Ranga wasn't going to let that happen. Mandoes stormed the city and began taking down Rahn's men one by one. SCUBA began their assault by blasting those they saw instantly while giving the Trandoshans cover fire. Ranga turned to the Weequays. "NOW!" The sewer lines were blown up and over half of the Mandolorian strike force was obliterated by the blasts, scaring the enemies. The continues to attack, increasing their strength with every bullet. By the time the fire had ended, one hundred forty of the Trandoshans were gone, and Ranga lost none. This was do to the training he'd given them, but that didn't matter. The Trandoshans that remained were shaken, but were ready. Ranga radioed to his Commanders.

"We've just been attacked, I need you to be wary of the remains forces around. We've managed to fend off about two thousand of them, but not without heavy casualties. Please keep watch!"

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Capital, outskirts
Allies: [member="HK-36"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Spencer Varanin"], [member="Adele Adonai"], [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
Enemies: [member="The Gray Assassin"], [member="Rapax"], [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"], [member="Kruel Zing"], Sith in general. None engaged at the moment


There was so much pain on this world. Atrisia had been through hard times. Now terrible, volatile Force-borne storms raged, ash clouds clogged the air and flames blasted across the ruins of Jar'kai. Countless innocents had perished in the maelstorm, and their echoes still lingered. A great wrong had been done. Their tortured souls cried out for justice and revenge. Elpsis winced when the pain, desperation, fear and in some cases hope of those huddled inside shelters or ruined buildings hit her, but she drew strength from it. She did not try to resist, but drew these emotions into her, letting them fuel her.


Anger rose like bile inside her stomach as she felt a burning rage. Her loathing of the Sith was strong and deeply ingrained, ever since that horrible day in Xerexes' dungeon. But her father was dead and in hell, suffering his just punishment in the Black Wolf's realm. Siobhan had broken and slain him, then Elpsis had beaten the feth out of him in Chaos.


Having vacated her ruined starfighter, Elpsis had made away to what seemed to be a group of Jedi. To put it lightly, she could not stand Jedi. Her dislike of them eclipsed that of Siobhan's. However, they were allies in this case. HK-36 seemed to be facing off against a Sith warrior or ally of some sort. The same applied to some Jedi she did not know. They could handle themselves.


For now, there were more urgent concerns. Namely the abominable storm that had been conjured up by Sith sorcery. Ignoring the chaos that was taking place around her, she turned her eyes to the heaven, from where lightning came slashing out of the dark clouds.


Great goddess, give me strength, she thought to herself as she pulled at the tangled web of power that was the Force. Once the girl had feared her powers and done her best to run away from them. She'd lost her way, but it had been a lesson for her. Her eyes seemed ablaze and a orange-yellowish flames seemed to rise inside the open palms of her hand as she sunk into the Force and harnessed its energies. She was pure, raw passion, so much like the tempestuous flames she called upon in battle. Passion surged across her body like wild fire.


Further away, a woman (Spencer Varanin) seemed to trying to break the storm. She was drawing upon what Jedi would call the Dark Side, but Light and Dark were constructs with little meaning for the redhead. Concentrating intently and using herself as a conduit, the Firemane channelled all the abundant Force energies she could spare into her, giving her a further powerup in addition to the one she was already receiving. It might also help against the spooky, naughty Sith who seemed to have taken a big interest in her.

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Jar'Kai, Courtyard.
Objective: Support Cyril Grayson.
Allies: [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Bethany Kismet"], [member="Alecandria"] & First Captain Decius (501st).
Foes: All on the attack.

Jar'Kai was a dead zone, void of life, all with any intelligence having sought shelter to escape the onslaught. The Troop Carrier flew low atop the buildings en-route to Darth Mephirium's location, Veiere gripping the railing above in order to keep him from being thrown as the small craft darted through cover in order to fly tactically and avoid any possible reprise from the enemy forces yet to show themselves to the small yet elite squadron of troopers lead by Captain Decius.

"How many were on station with Master Grayson when the attack hit?" Veiere turned to glance to the captain standing at his right, wishing to understand Mephirium's position not truly convinced that such an act of monstrous rage was called for; yet too knowing that the storm had taken the lives of those loyal to him, surrendering themselves in order to defend the capital and the people within it. "Lord Grayson's Council was devastated when it unleashed this storm, five of the Sith killed on the spot. The estimated numbers of those killed in action outside of the perimeter is unknown. Most Communication's been null and void. Only short bursts seem to reach our people and even then, it's a bloody mess, Veiere..". They weren't comforting words though the Jedi Knight stood tall watching and wondering whether such a title was worthy of being his anymore. "Arrival is ETA two minutes!" the call came from the front of the air speeder, the troopers around Veiere all readying themselves to defend their Lord while he himself wasn't sure just how much his friend had brought upon himself. Crimes of War were one thing, horrid actions dealt by soldiers often crucified by the consequences and yet something as vile as a Force Storm of such strength and size, no one outside of those that practiced the Force, would understand nor sympathize. The Dominion may have made it's bed here where as the other bodies of Government would be concerned.

The Transport came down to meet the courtyard area almost as swiftly as a dropship, the back of the craft veering out and turning the vessel in order to avoid a frontal collision with the side of the towering walls, yet the troops handled the craft with near surgical precision and left Veiere silently damning all things flying. If he had the moment, he may have brought up his last meal for all he despised space and aerial travel.

Upon stepping down from the craft, his eyes sought the three within range; two of them seemingly not sharing the same likeness for the corruption of the Dark Side as [member="Darth Mephirium"] did, the presence of other light-siders caught Veiere off guard and made him reconsider his own guilt in this battle. Both [member="Bethany Kismet"] and [member="Alecandria"]'s aura's seemed to rival Cyril's own and though looking civil more than anything, Veiere kept his guard around him as he and First Captain Decius led the small squadron of Troopers to greet the Sith Lord.

"Sir!" Decius stood fast and saluted Cyril, reflecting that almost religious loyalty willing to undergo any form of death at the commands of another. To the soldiers left, Veiere shook his head and stepped forward, more or less ignoring the soldiers wish to be recognized and instead approaching Cyril with a grave and defeated look upon his gaze; "Words cannot describe the havoc that is going on out there, Cyril. What the hell were you thinking...", Veiere was understandably furious, the storm itself was a blight and a desecration of the very nature of the Force; "If the Galactic Alliance hadn't already ensured the scarring of this world, you and your Sith sure as kark have". It wasn't like Veiere to swear but to say that the Jedi Knight was stressed was well beyond an understatement, the once illuminating aura of the lightside that he had held when they'd met only a week ago, had now become something far less evident; his emotions were being swayed by the cloud over the planet, the dark side reaching out and tainting everything within it's path; "You need to leave...-You're outnumbered and do not have the support to fend off the Jedi Order if they are able to bring that Storm to an end, it's the only thing keeping them at bay...". Though his words were calling for Cyril's surrender, his body language spoke something much different, turning to look towards the direction of where the war sounded to be raging most furious, he pulled his hilt from his belt and stood beside his old friend, brows furrowed and intent on fighting alongside him if that was to be their path. "If we survive this, I will blacken your eye, brother...".

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Apologies if I've missed anything! Tag me in the OOC thread if so.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

https://youtu.be/oVG0dHpkmGE​

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Allies: [member="Rapax"] [member="Break"]​

Enemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Adele Adonai"], engaging [member="Spencer Varanin"] and Jacen Voidstalker​

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Ajihad closed his eyes as he breathed in the crisp winter air. He was heavily outnumbered, his small force of allies substantially less than the numbers of the enemy. However, that did not mean they were outmatched. The Demon's Fist had full confidence in those he fought with, and he knew his fellow defenders would fight to the last breath alongside him. If the Jedi thought they were in for an easy brawl, they were sorely mistaken.​

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The Sith Lord's eyes turned to the sky. The roiling mass of black clouds hanging above was the Siths' best hope at defending Atrisia. It held the enemy support at bay. Without it the planet would surely fall. The Jedi had obviously already come to this realization, as several of them were already working to tear it down.​

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However, the assassin knew that dissolving the storm was no menial task. Thanks to the sacrifice by his good friend [member="Mythos"], it would require immense both concentration and energy on the part of the Jedi to allow their allies to come planetside. Ajihad would make sure his friend's life wasn't taken for nothing.​

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He closed his eyes, angling his head towards the cracked stone street. He tapped in to the emotions and power of the world around him. The death, the life, the waging war. It all fueled him like coal in a furnace. When he raised his head once more, his face was obscured by a veil of black fog not dissimilar to that which had rolled across the streets just moments before. Two bright purple lights could be seen shining behind the smoky veil, adding a small bit of feature to the void-like darkness.​

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Energies drew to him like light seeking refuge in a back hole. He pulsed with dark power, filling the area with an ominous feeling of impending doom. He brought his hands together as if in prayer, channeling the energy through his body like a conduit. His hands moved in slow intricate patterns as he prepared what looked to be some form of spell. All of the energy would gather around his left fist like a glove weaved of shadow. In one quick motion, he would bring it down as if to pummel the ground.​

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The street cracked where his fist made contact. A wave of dark energy pulsed outwards like a ripple in the fabric of reality. The sickening blast would pass over his allies without harm, but upon contact with his enemies they would be blasted backwards as if though hit by a train. With the exception of perhaps the droid, they would also feel a horrible vertigo not achievable through natural means. Perhaps the weaker of them would faint, while the strongest would feel a horrible sickness unlike they had ever felt or would ever feel again.​

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As the wave rolled out, his eyes would turn towards Voidstalker and Spencer Varanin. He had encountered the Marshal once before just outside of an abandoned Sith temple. He had only heard of the latter, as she held a formidable reputation across the galaxy. An inky darkness would pool in his hands, some of the excess energy dripping to the pavement at his feet. He cast his hands forwards, and smoky black tentacles would erupt outwards towards the two interlopers. They were not tangible things, like lengths of rope or cable. The blade of a sword would pass through them harmlessly, as would the blade of a lightsaber. They were the sorcery of Odojinya, something capable of severing the victim's force connection and sapping them of their energy if contact was made.​

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It looked to be an interesting fight.​

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="HK-36"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]


Elpsis' efforts to provide [member="Spencer Varanin"] with more juice were cut short when she suddenly felt powerful ripples in the Force. Precognition gave her a bit of a headsup when [member="The Gray Assassin"] gathered dark energies inside him unleashed them in a big wave that tore across the street of the already wrecked city.


Bracing herself as she felt the stench of the vile darkness' corruption, Elpsis drew the Force into herself into herself to provide a barrier to encase herself. The blast of dark energy still hit her with the force of a train and tossed her backwards. Ouch. A rib felt like it had been cracked.


Pain surged through her body and she ached when she made contact with the ground. She groaned, but arose and stood, feeling a bit lightheaded, as if the wind had been knocked out of her. It was then that the sickness tried to take root.


However, Elpsis just happened to be the daughter of a master healer, and [member="Coryth Elaris"] had trained her little girl well. As she felt her body weakening and her energies being sapped, she focused. Her eyes glowed a bright crimson as she concentrated. Drawing upon sheer will, she pushed back against the vile sickness to purge it and flush it from her system.


The Sith had also made the error of trying to attack multiple Masters at once instead of focusing on one target, which meant he would be stretching himself very thin.


Determination and burning passion fuelled her, as she turned pain into strength. Fire was her kindred element and so she turned to pyromancy for her counterattack. The empath's senses homed in on the dark presence of their attacker. She drew upon all her anger, tapping into the emotions all around her, everything she felt from the terrified populace.


Balls of flames rose manifested inside her open palms. Heat spread like wild fire across her body, her firemane seemed ablaze. Then powerful blasts of burning, scalding flames leapt from her hands and shot towards the Sith, seeking to burn him alive and consume him.

 

[Seras Rose]

Location: Atrisia's surface, Souther Palace Entrance
Allies: GA, Six Troopers,
Enemies: Engaging [member="Asajj"]
Objective: Hold the Chokepoint against Sith Counter Attack and [member="Asajj"]
Equipment: Yellow Lightsaber, Robes w/durasteel breastplate, Flare Gun (Two shots)

Seras wasted no time getting stuck right into the brunt of the fight as soon as they arrived. The sith oppisition was stiff and unrelenting, it seemed that Seras and co had arrived just in time to witness a counter attack the Sith were mounting. Seras could not tell with how much of a mess the battle was who was pushing back who though, so she went to a choke point and held it. Between to massive piles of rubble across the street the Six troopers were prone and laying down fire, with other allies as well of course. Seras stood in the middle, firing off a blaster she had 'borrowed' from a downed enemy. Then she felt it.

There were eyes on her. Not normal eyes, it was something more. Someone focused on her, a challenge. Seras tossed the blaster to the side, her eyes flickering through the enemys before quickly spotting the person. A Sith. [member="Asajj"] came through the enemy lines and Seras quickly called out to the troops around her. "Do not fire at the Sith unless you want to hit me in the back. All of you focus on the other guys with blasters." She said shortly, a fire starting to burn in her eyes. Her instincts knew what that gaze was. An open challenge. Seras did not even hear the affirmative from the soldiers, she had already focused on the coming battle as she went out to meet the Sith in no mans land.

Seeing no point to wait, Seras charged forward with her saber held high in a very aggressive position. If Grace got into range then she would lash out with a hard and fast diagonal slice at Asajj, wearing a thin smile and a spark in her eyes all the while.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Giving his friend a tight smile, he would nod, the mindset was common between parents, but a premature baby was no joke, he knew, he'd been through it. "Yeah, maybe, but you have a lot more people that care about you." Patting her head gently, he would turn and look at Ivan upon his statement on the resemblance between her child an the... big ass space monster? "Whoa... throwing some serious shade kid, careful...might end up gettin' yourself thrown around."

Listening to the conversation between the two, he would pull out a pistol from its holster, checking the sights innocently as they bickered. As she ended the 'debate' by telling him to mourn up and hop on a drop ship, he would nod, sliding his rifle onto his back beside his vibro sword. "Got it." He would raise and eyebrow at her, looking down at his helmet as he began to walk towards the hangers. "Me? Scrambled Brains? Nooo... You must be confusing me with yourself there sunshine." Grinning as he pulled his helmet over his head, the duo would make their way to the hanger.

Not having any ideas for small talk, he would remain silent, the clicking of his sabers against his hip the only sound for the most part, that was until the blast doors to the hanger slid open, in there it was crazy. "Uh...let's see..." being a pretty good pilot himself, he had an eyes for starcraft. "Bingo." Pointing, he would lead the way to a light gunship, made for speed and nimble attacks. "Ladies first, of course." Punching the release for the ramp, he would incline his head to the Zeltron, smiling behind his helmet. After they were both 'strapped down', he would pull them out of the hanger, the storm and floating space monster in the view port.

"Hold onto your seat, things might get rough."

[member="HK-36"], [member="Joza Perl"].

 

[Ashin Varanin]

OOC/ Apologies for not replying beforehand, Maizono; there's no tag for your attack on my probes.

IC/
CUVACIA SYSTEM

NABOO FORCES
1 SIARC probe
1 SUREC probe

Another fighter squadron flew in to destroy the Alliance probes that Maizono had finally detected.

The probes had, by this point, drawn quite close and begun their standard once-per-second hypercomm tightbeam transmissions. Real-time data flowed to the RNS Jamillia, the control ship, in the Atrisia system. The probes picked up a number of fleets, more and more forces, and transmissions as well. Names like 'Mandalorian,' 'Republic,' 'Dominion,' and 'Alliance' filled the airwaves. The oncoming Rendili Starfighters were a roughly equal match for the probes in speed and maneuverability. Their multiple laser cannons took down the probes eventually -- but not before the probes got quite decent scans of the entire battle and the vessels attacking them.

The probes exploded into little bits and were gone. An act of war, apparently, by Republic vessels against the sovereign system of Naboo.

 

[Joza Perl]

Heading to Atrisia’s surface
Allies: [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Spencer Varanin"], [member="Adele Adonai"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="Rapax"], [member="The Gray Assassin"], [member="Break"] and friends

“Kid?” Ivan grunted, a bit indignant. He was older than the both of them, but a sharp look from Joza made him think that it probably wasn’t a point worth pursuing. Not right now, anyhow.

The Kathol Marines would be left aboard the frigate, skirting the edge of the system for now. If the storm managed to clear—or lessen in intensity—orders would be given for them to head towards Atrisia’s surface. At this time, only a single dropship would attempt to make its way past the space monster and into the storm.

“You handle getting us to the surface, Nate. And don’t worry too much about Ivan. He’s a bastard, but we’ve got history together.” There was a note of dry humor in her tone, given how much she’d put the poor pilot through. At least his job wasn’t boring. “I don’t think you need me to tell you that we should be steering clear of that.” Muttering, she eyed the monster from behind her visor. While it shouldn’t be taken lightly, the real threat to their peaceful descent would be the raging swath of black clouds in the planet’s atmosphere. With Nate handling the controls, Joza allowed herself to shift into a quasi-meditative state, extending her mind to see if she could feel what rested beneath the billowing storm.

As they neared Atrisia, a nauseating cocktail of anguish and sorrow permeated her senses. Garnished with the Dark Side, of course. Who else but the Sith? A tight smile flickered on, then off of her face. Of course. Of course. She allowed the sensations radiating from the storm’s core to wash over her, letting them sink into her skin before purging them all together like a toxin from her system. A red tinted telekinetic bubble would materialize around her and Nate, expanding slowly to cover what it could of the craft. With this amount of Dark Side energy, the path to Atrisia would not prove to be simple.

Suddenly, a tendril of light streaked from the darkness—weaving its way through the tempest like a beacon of hope. “Hm,” Joza’s eyes opened, quickly scrunching in vague disbelief. She couldn’t feel anything beyond the overwhelming Dark, perhaps a few unidentifiable Force signatures squabbling on the surface, but now there was a measure of clarity to it all. “You feel that?” She didn’t feel the need to single Nate out, given they were the only two here. “Aim for that.”

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis body hanged lazily over the bar counter, his eyes almost sewn shut as a concoction of spew and alcohol perforated throughout every corner of what was once a bar, now turned into nothing more then chunks of vomit lining along both the wall and the roof, something that had baffled the man before he finally stooped over for a short lived sleep.

First came a nudge, his mind wandered off after a few seconds, his focus being drawn elsewhere before a cold harsh splash caused his muscles to shriek in reaction, his body stiffening for a few seconds before slumping back down, then came the scent, a mixture of familiarity and the unknown mixed together as they ran along his nose, an eye peeling open as he took a few seconds to look at the drink, following the length of blue that held it in their grasp. Slowly his body began to stretch outwards, a sharp crack resounding from his back as slowly he slid himself off of the counter, a sticky mess gripping tightly to the once white yet now turned a sickly brown shirt that he had worn.

As he pulled himself up he heard the Space Jockey begin to talk, his eyes fluttering in and out of light and dark, his conscious running ragged before his hand closed into a fist, proceeding to cock back before cracking into his face, his body twisting for a few seconds before turning towards Desmond, "Okay lets go save Causstik." he said teary eye, moving over to the corner of the bar and picking up a large yellow duffel bag with clinked and clanked as he pulled it up. "You're flying though." he asserted, picking up the heavy bag he slumped over, rubbing an eye before standing back to attention.
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]