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

[ToKola Bakari]

Malakai's lightsaber met only air as it swiped past the woman's shoulders. Her agility was indeed impressive, and as she rolled past him he tried to keep his eyes on her as best he could. The moment she was out of site Malakai continued his movement. His left foot came off the ground once more, this time to complete the turn he had partially started. It continued it's turn until Malakai faced the woman behind him.

As her weapon cut through the air towards him the Sith raised his arm across his chest, allowing his blade to interlock with hers. With hi blade facing the ground he quickly brought his second hand up to the weapon, it's fingers finding his lightsaber's second activation pad. The dual-bladed lightsaber's second blade sprouted from the other side of the weapon, jutting out towards the ceiling as he remained interlocked with the woman.

Malakai pushed back on her blade with his own strength, hoping to off-balance the woman. Following the push Malakai would take a step forward, keeping the woman in his path as he performed a small spin with his lightsaber hilt in his hand. He would push his lightsaber into a spin with his right hand, allowing the dual blades to move in a clockwise motion towards the woman. It was a quick and swift movement, allowing him to catch the hilt back into his hands in only a moment.

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] Causstik Rahn Draco Vereen

 

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Cuvacia
Objective: Support Dominion/Atrisian Forces
Allies: Dominion/Atrisia, Legion & Friends
Opposition: GA, Clans & Friends

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2y1wCOxhn3A​

Moving through former One Sith territory along minor routes, she traveled without impediment. However, interference had cut off communications between her carrier group and Admiral Fuga's fleet, very likely the cause of dedicated jamming. This was exactly why she had taken earlier precaution with her scouts. Just outside of sector (Phu hex), but likely well outside enemy detection range she stopped again to elevate the alert status to red. Weapon systems were primed while more fighters and gunships were deployed from their carriers to assemble in full formation. The formation stretched far from the main body of ships in a rough sphere to create several screens of defense, beginning with reconnaissance vessels for advanced warning hundreds of kilometers away. Enemy vessels were free to barrel through to get to the main body but risked being pummeled by interlocking layers fire from multiple vectors by doing so.

At this final juncture, she was met with a tough decision. She could play it safe and deploy a recon ship once more to scout the system and give her all the details she desired, but in doing so, she would likely alert her foes that she was nearby. From all the Alliance propaganda ("news") conveniently broadcast over the Holonet almost immediately after their colossal bungle at Atrisia, she knew enemy warships roamed the sector, but there were other friendly vessels to oppose them. She could go in blind and get free shots against a distracted enemy, but with no confirmation from Jagger, she could also be jumping right into a trap.

She hadn't just risked everything to slow down now, so she chose door number two. Through that door, she was greeted with the (rendered) image of Mandalorian warships after dropping back into realspace within the Cuvacia system. The half-Thyrsian knew those overdesigned hunks when she saw them. Confirmations soon came from muxed readings of dozens of ships from her own carrier group, and the Republic ships manned by the Legion.

Armed with the information she needed, she made her opening move, directing a synchronous attack against the largest Mandalorian ship (Sovereign) with her main body of capital ships (Lincoln) while picket elements fanned out to begin engaging Alliance vessels to relieve some pressure from Jagger's ships.

Her corvettes were hitting the enemy destroyer with their full range of offensive weaponry while the White Base attacked in a specific sequence optimized to deal damage, the engine and bridge sections as the focus of attack. Bursts of heavy plasma energy launchers and ion cannons for shield busting as the lead in for a hail of vibro-flechettes launched moments later by mass drivers and hypervelocity cannons in near perfect tandem. A nasty piece of munition, the flechette excelled at armor penetration by virtue of its high cross-sectional density, so at the highest levels, it was like the blast of a tactical nuke being focused within the area of a large dinner plate. Penetration was further enhanced by a vibrating head to destabilize molecules at the point of impact, countering the benefits of composite/reactive armor. The flechettes had good performance against shields on its own thanks to an ablative layer, but she kept up with the DEW/projectile combo as insurance. If the flechettes ended up being lodged in the hull, they'd continue to wreak havoc by discharging electricity capable of disrupting systems.

"Forces of the Legion, this is Commander Teigra," Suravi announced while she directed fleet movements from her tablet like a maestro. "Leave the Mandalorians to me while you help my secondaries tackle the Alliance vessels."

The encrypted communication was passed along by tight beam. Hydra was at work to ensure clear communications between all, created with the EWAR-happy Mandalorians in mind.

An interesting effect was observed as the White Base drew closer to the Mandalorian ships. The peculiar interdictor fields being created by the destroyer helped her ships travel even faster to their destination as she moved toward the destroyer instead of away like Jagger. Boosters had been engaged too for an even speedier flight, the overdrive mode drawing power normally reserved for the turbolaser batteries that weren't optimal at this range. Once she got close enough, though, she was going to town with her Tyr cannons, essentially capital grade disruptors.

Flights of Skiprays and B-Wings with escorts of A-Wings and Vulture Droids rushed ahead of the main body, focused on engaging the two escorting frigates once they were in range. A-Wings flew in the lead, Phantom jammers active to reduce the signature of the fighter formations as they made their approach.

Empion mines were immediately deployed at the back of main body by a pair of Firezone minelayer as a trap for reinforcements that may try to jump in behind her. The minelayers would then begin a series of micro-jumps all around the immediate combat zone, about several hours away by sublight travel, dumping more mines at other possible entry vectors as calculated by the corvettes' powerful navicomputers. A cage was being formed.

There was no turning back now. She had little clue what all was occurring on Atrisia, but it was easy to feel the dark influence of the newly formed nexus even here, though it would do her no good so far away. Not that she needed its power. What was required here was simply her wits as a commander to seize the day.

Order of Battle

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Lincoln

Champion Class Star Destroyer (1500 meters) - White Base

• x16 A-Wing
• x8 Vulture Droid/TF Variant
• x24 B-Wing/E (A modular fighter - laser cannons have been replaced by equivalent Class II Deimos Positron Cannons.)
• x6 LightStealth-18 Recon
• x6 T-65BR X-Wing
• x12 GAT-12J Skipray Blastboat

x2 Freedom Class Corvette (280 meters)

• x8 A-Wing
• x8 Vulture Droid
• x4 GAT-12J Skipray

x2 Marauder-class Corvette/Missile Variant (390 meters)

• x12 A-Wing
• x12 B-Wing/E (laser cannons replaced by equivalent positron cannons.)

Total: 2170 meters

Grant

x1 Delphin Class Frigate (300 meters) - Seolhyun
x2 Freedom Class Corvette (280 meters)

• x8 A-Wing
• x8 B-Wing/E (laser cannons replaced by equivalent positron cannons.)
• x4 GAT-12J Skipray

Total: 580 meters

Roosevelt

x1 Delphin Class Frigate (300 meters) - Kyungri
x2 Freedom Class Corvette (280 meters)

• x8 A-Wing
• x8 B-Wing/E (laser cannons replaced by equivalent positron cannons.)
• x4 GAT-12J Skipray

Total: 580 meters

Eisenhower

x2 Firezone Class Minelayer (300 meters)
x12 A-Wing (115 meters)
x4 GAT-12J Skipray (100 meters)

Total: 515 meters

Note: I'll list specific dropships/transports for my carriers if they're used for boarding.

Actions:

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*Lincoln Group's capital ships are attacking Rach's flagship as they come closer, while flights of starfighters are flying in to attack the escort frigates.
*Grant and Roosevelt has spread out to either side of Lincoln to begin enveloping Alliance Vessels commanded by Zaren while doing a little pew pew to draw his attention away from Jagger to allow Legion forces to regroup.
*Eisenhower has successfully laid a minefield of Empion mines directly behind the Lincoln, set to trigger in staggered detonations so not all are activated at once by each incoming/outgoing vessel. Currently jumping around creating more mine fields at other predicted hyperspace vectors into the combat zone.

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[member="Zark"] [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Maizono"] [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Rach Vizla"] [member="Marcus Itera"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Atrisia; Planetside
Objective: Survive.
Allies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"]

"That wasn't a nap." He got out, before trying to push himself off and up again. Didn't work as well as Sardun wanted- his bones, his muscles, everything hurt.

"I... was investigating the ground for traps."

Yes. That was perfect, she totally bought it.

This success inspired some form of energy inside of him and finally he managed to climb back to his feet. It was a slow process, but eventually he stood, towering and staring across the fields. It was a wreck. Fire and scrap and smoke everywhere... no survivors as far as he could see - yet, enough charred corpses to only underline they had paid dearly for their approach. He offered his hand, so she could pull herself up.

"We need to move, this is far too open for my taste."

 

[Allyson Locke]

[member="Kana Truden"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] (I dealt with the building so Kana didn't have to edit )

Her focus was on the barrier, but she did require healing and after the brownie she was able to regain some balance to her blood sugar. Either way, the barrier protected her and some of her allies for the most part against the fire tornado. She had hoped that the blast of Force Energy would have caused it to begin its disintegration, but alas one could only hope for successes half the time. Her eyes had glanced towards Kana as the woman made her way towards her, along with Kana’s footsteps there was another set that was actively moving. Someone was stealthed around her and Kana. This alerted the Master as she continued to focus on the barrier. On the other hand, because ash was falling it would show a bit of his form, just because you’re invisible doesn’t mean you don’t hold a space in the area. Though Spencer didn’t focus on that too much, just the footprints that seemed to draw closer to her along with Kana.

It would be unwise to think that buildings wouldn’t fall, one had to be alert even when their focus was somewhere else. The sound of the building alerted Spencer and to conserve energy, now that she didn’t feel the connection with Adele anymore, Spencer grabbed the Doctor and held her tightly against her body. She then quickly formed a bubble tightly around Kana and herself, leaving who ever had footprints in the ash out to dry. The sound was enough to alert Spencer to quickly protect her and her ally. The healing commenced and Spencer smiled.

“Thanks, remain alert - we’re not alone.” The bubble remained as she held Kana close. Spencer began to feel the burning in the back of her throat, despite the healing, she still felt the effects of the battle. She would need to leave soon, to the transport that Ajira had mentioned to her. No one, but Spencer knew of its location and because of that she kept her mental defenses up.

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TL;DR:

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  Spencer focused on barrier
  
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  Spencer saw Kana move along with Ajihad’s footprints in the falling ash
  
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  Spencer felt and heard the debris begin to fall
  
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  Spencer drew the bubble in tightly with Kana protecting them from building debris and Spencer from stab
  
• Ajihad was not protected by the bubble - too tightly bound to Spencer and Kana

 

[Ashin Varanin]

CUVACIA
[member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Rach Vizla"] [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Maizono"]

Some time after Maizono destroyed the Naboo recon probes, another hypercapable SUREC probe exited hyperspace over Cuvacia. Or tried to, anyway: in short order, it ran into an Empion mine and was disabled. As soon as contact was lost, the Jamillia prioritized analysis of the minimal new data. New ships, type unknown, had entered the system and joined the battle. A minefield had been deployed. That much was clear enough.

A Kal'ika stealth recon probe exited hyperspace at a slightly greater distance from the battlefield. Since the Kal'ika was passively stealthed and made to scan from very very long distances, however, and since it decanted at one of the predicted points where Suravi's forces had deployed mines, it was summarily detected and disabled. Unlike the Naboo-built SUREC, it promptly self-destructed.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

NEAR TOMB OF SYCORAX
PLANET NECROPOLIS
DAHRTAG SYSTEM
[member="Ta'yise Betna"]

Unceremoniously, she passed out. Her final words were, yet again, gibberish.

"She out, boss?"

"Yeah, that thud was her head on a tombstone." Jasper squatted beside the fallen Mando. "She looks to be in real rough shape. You pick up the talk?"

"The Threep says she calls herself 'taw-yee-say betna,' says she's the daughter of a Mando clan chief."

"Well that's no good. Look, you still got the two-onebee?"

"Haven't sold it yet. Still thinks I'm a Gran, though. Keeps asking me if I feel any phantom pain on my forehead."

"See if you can rustle up an actual medic to go along with it, then. And send the Parnapy brothers, too. This wreck looks more than interesting. Make sure they know not to strip it down, just poke around some."

"Copy. Oh, by the way, boss, the comm suite just finished chewing on a transmission. Got the location pinned down to, well, you. Multisystem range, encrypted, burst. Maybe a distress call. She hit any buttons in the last couple minutes?"

"No, but she was fiddling with her helmet a bit."

"Now that sounds like it's worth poking around."

"Far as I remember, aren't the words of 'armor' and 'skin' basically the same thing in Mandoese?"

"The Threep says yes. More or less."

"Yeah, I'm not poking around a lady's skin without her say-so."

"Probably a good call, boss. Alright, the Parnapys and the medic and the droid are on the way. Call it ten minutes, the way Saul Parnapy drives."

 

[Adele Adonai]

Location: Capital city, heading for palace
Enemies: Directly [member="Darth Lykos"]
Allies: @Adele Adonai | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"]

The skies twisted like writhing beasts of ash and soot. A living entity of its own in the midst of a reaper's cry. Ash flurries whirled around the duo sitting across from each other, the silence between as deafening as the howling brimstone cyclone twisting an image of the Nine Hells into reality.

A question asked in thick, guttural old tongue. Seemingly Ice blue eyes quietly studied the Zabrak Sith Lord in front of her, crossing over the angles and shadows of every puckered scar and the inky black tattoos of his rite of passage. An echo of a bloody past. Another life.

Broad facial features upon a sanguine canvas. Thick, dreadlocked hair that framed sharp vestigial horns and a glowing burnt orb of an eye a hue reminiscent of a burning sun. The seemingly Dark to her Light against the backdrop of abounding chaos.

"May we speak? May I know your name, Sister of Iridonia?"​

If one does not go into the cave of the Nexu, how will one gain its cub?​

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That proverb flowed starkly among the still of the silence and the rustle of leaves. With her lids slightly lowered, the Jedi appeared to be the perfect picture of demure femininity. Such was the seemingly tranquility that permeated the Iridonian that one would wonder if the Jedi Healer even spoke. Had she? Or had that merely been an echo through the Force?

At times it could be unsettling to a few, the profound silence and stillness of the mediating female. At others, she was easy to overlook; to miss and ever so difficult to discern even a thimbleful of her thoughts.

Yet there she sat before the Sith Lord, perched in her seiza form under a flurry of ash, the faint orange glow of her bubble of protection giving her an almost ethereal glowing quality. Uncomfortable to most, but the welcomed stiffness a meditation focus for the Iridonian. A reflective pool with a seemingly slick surface bearing dark fathom depths.

If the Sith Lord could understand the meaning behind the proverb, he would identify that A'dele had responded positively in kind. It was a Caamasi proverb, but translated into the old Iridonian tongue as a quiet acceptance. The Caamasi possessed great moral strength and respect for others. Adele had saturated herself with Caamasi teachings of Hespecia Tik'klawhen she'd first arrived in the Order. It was a way to focus. A path to take. Those that knew her were aware that the Jedi Master spoke predominantly in such proverbs. They were as much a part of her as the two hearts that strummed under her breast.

Glacial eyes bore unto that burnt orange orb and if she took a breath it was hard to discern. That argent circlet glinted under the light, the barest glow of a Force imbued metal. Finally, that soft voice once again sailed from the depths of that reflective pool.

​

A'dele Adonai. ​

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[Dar'rak]

Location:
Allies: [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] | [member="Franc Kotrag"] | [member="Deacon"] | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="HK-36"] |@any other Jedi at/near the Palace.
Enemies: Sith filth.

Spoiler: Gear

Spoiler: Basic Lightsaber

Converts from a twin set of hilts into a single double-blade saber-staff. Emerald Green Blade.

Spoiler: Armor

Basic Jedi Robes colored Green with armor mesh underneath.
Natural Reptilian scales

Objective: Provide aid to his Fellow Jedi on the ground.

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Dar'rak walked out from the wreakage and surveyed his location. It appeared as if they had landed inside the palace walls but he wasn't too sure as most of his ship seemed to be scattered around the grounds. The presence of death and the Dark side of the force was strong here. He could sense the life being drained by [member="Tony Ro'samo"] and the power behind a unusual weather formation in the distance. Dar'rak could not tell if it was a natural pattern on this planet or something conjured up by Sith magic. The force told him to lean towards the later and the young Jedi had to agree. There seemed nothing natural about the way it moved.

Dar'rak was brought back to the current situation when his com beeped.

Knight Dar'rak!" Deacon used his comm package implant on the pre-arranged frequency, "Master Jedi, do you read? If anyone is still alive, respond!"

Grabbing the small device from his belt Dar'rak held it up to his lips. ["I do, are you with another part of the ship? Give me a report on survivors. Sadly the pilot perished in the crash. I'd hoped our other passengers faired better."] Dar'rak removed his finger from the com device as he witnessed another ship coming onto a crash course with the planet's surface. Returning the small device to his belt Dar'rak rushed to [member='Darth Ferox'] and his crashed vessel.

Upon arriving Dar'rak could feel the Dark side emanating from what remained of the craft as a man dressed in red skin walked from the wreckage. The 2m tall reptilian already had his defenses up as the force swirled around him though his saber hilt(s) remained at his belt. "You walk away from a crash like that and instantly want a fight?" Dar'rak was unaware if this man was a Sith or not, but he could clearly felt he Dark side radiated from within him. His own light side energy fluctuating in response. "If you insist then let's make this quick. I have allies that need my attention." One of the Hilts disconnected from the Jedi Knight's belt and quickly attached itself into Dar'rak's grip as the emerald blade ignited with a hiss and a hum. His reptilian eyes narrowed as the Jedi awaited his opponent to garnish a weapon of his own. Dar'rak would not strike down an unarmed opponent, even if he was aligned with the Sith.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Joza Perl"], [member="Symara Tarriq"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Seria Ventreme"], [member="Symara Tarriq"], [member="Adele Adonai"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]


There was so much happening around, so much chaos and bloodshed. It was difficult keep track of. If the Force was a Great Ocean, then it had been thrown into colossal turmoil. Precognition was a potent power that had often saved her behind, but in such situations could be more of a hindrance. Especially when she'd been focused on siphoning the volcanic cyclone The sky above her was red with fire, and clogged by ash. The city had been reduced to rubble and ruins amidst the roaring howl of powerful winds, creating an image appropriate for the hellish realm of the death goddess Illyria, who assuredly was receiving more souls to torment.


Being physically blind, Elpsis found it difficult to perceive inanimate objects. However, the waves of fury, anguish and rage radiating from the Anzati who'd attacked her earlier were like a beacon for her empathic senses. Besides, they were super hot and she was attuned to heat. However, she was distracted.


Before the redhead could react or be struck, Joza's barrier suddenly sprang to life and manifested to shield her when she was bombarded by a wave of superheated objects. The molten wreckage bounced off the invisible Force field. Heat permeated the air and suffused it. There was so much ash in the air that Elpsis was grateful for her helmet and air filters. Even a pyromancer did not want to breathe all of that in.


It was in this moment, as Elpsis drew her power into herself, that Thraxis fired. With her mind focused elsewhere, Elpsis dove to the side too late. Pain surged through her feet when the armour-piercing bullets connected. One grazed her, the other met its target head-on.


The redhead had been lucky because she was wearing beskar armour. This meant the bullets could not penetrate, but even so blunt trauma was still a thing due to the concussive force. The redhead yelped in pain when it flooded her, feeling bones snap and break, after being knocked down to the ground by the force of the impact. She would have trouble walking after this.


Amidst the agony, she felt a strong, burning rage. Her Force senses honed in on the shooter as he dropped down close to where she perceived Seria to be. The girl could see through the ethereal and was, moreover, very sensitive to all forms from heat, from the one generated by human bodies, to fire to flammable materiel...such as fuel.


Her pyromantic senses homed in on the fuel the shooter's jetpack thrusters had to contain. Throwing one arm forward, she greedily sucked in the heat around her. In between the ash monster, her own pyromantic tricks and the tutaminic labours of [member="Spencer Varanin"], an awful amount of heat had been generated.


Her second arm was thrust into the direction of her attackers. Beneath her helmet, her firemane shined as she flooded his jet boots fuel tank with incandescent heat in order to ignite them and blow them up. How hot exactly? Think lava on Mustafar. The area around him and Seria would be suffused in blazing, unbearable flame and heat, as she expelled her power.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Inysh
Allies: GA [member="Geloyra Malleus"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] [member="Zark"] [member="Siriwook"]
Enemies: Sith [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Maizono"] [member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Suravi Teigra"]
Objective: Take care of incoming patients

With the patient laden with broken bones being transferred in the long-term ward, another patient handed over to her showed signs of poison around the cut suffered at the patient's rib cage. Knowing that the patient was going to suffer for much longer while the poison was still inside the body, she'd rather use Detoxify Poison before any real attempt at using the Force to heal the cut. It was a critical case all right, but it's all about the poison in that case; the cut might be deep but it is life-threatening only because of its position, she thought. Also she keeps to watch out for Geloyra, who was pretty much doing her own thing in the triage camp by now. She was satisfied that she would be able to function autonomously with a basic level of Force-healing. But the commanding officer of the Prozac had other news: alongside the medical supplies ordered when the triage camp was set up, there was a young Wookiee female. Clearly the Wookiee wasn't part of the medical supplies she ordered prior to arriving on Inysh.

"Admiral, your apprentice has arrived alongside the medical supplies"

"Prozac, I have two apprentices now?" she asked, surprised.

"The Jedi over on Dulvoyinn referred this walking carpet to you"

"I guess, this Wookiee is more interested in the consular way of the Force. I always told those guys on Dulvoyinn and Sullust that padawans wishing to become lightsaber guys are best served with someone other than me"

Hmmm... Adele Adonai, the other person known to the Dulvoyinn NJO forward base who could have trained that Wookiee, didn't want her? What makes me so special to her that she'd rather have me over Adele? She was still busy dealing with the poisoned laceration, which was somehow classified as critical due to the poison in the perforated lung. It might take a while until the Wookiee could finally get face-to-face with Cathul because the second patient she had to deal with took a while to cure using these two things in step. But even at her level of skill in Force-healing, she knew bacta patches were necessary to stabilize the problem. And the patient also needed to be immobilized for a while as well. Furthermore, she had to apply Force-healing in stages, the deepest first.

Therapy Command (4300m):

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ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier): 2000m
ANS Yag'dhul (Dreadnought Mk3): 700m
ANS Vandelhelm (Dreadnought Mk3): 700m
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7): 300m

Attack craft (deployed in a defensive screen):
144 T-70 X-Wings
60 BB-2 bombers

NJO ships:

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In-system:

ANS Tylenol (Cardea-class medical cruiser): 790m
ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser): 790m
ANS Ritalin (Saint-class SAR craft) 250m
ANS Prozac (Saint-class SAR craft) 250m

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Location: Atrisia; Planetside
Objective: Survive.
Allies: [member="Michael Sardun"]

"You were flat on your ass." curt was putting it lightly when it came to the Prex of Omega Pyre. A grimace danced over her angular face, the woman getting to her feet beside the the Jedi. Two toned blonde and ochre hair blew in the ash sullen landscape as the soldier took stock of their situation. Nothing but charred remains and the remnants of ruined drop pods.

"Kark it." she cursed, bringing her right hand up to rest on her left shoulder. She gave a small roll as if she was testing it out. There was a distinct soreness to the motion, a crack and a shot of pain. She'd strained it.

He was right, they had to find cover. A swing of electric blue eyes locked upon the Jedi.

"Come on." a nod gestured over towards one of the distant mountains to the east. The main city was to the west.

 

[Bethany Kismet]

Atrisia
[member="Reverance"]
Nearby: [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Alecandria"] [member="Mala Arar"] [member="Nick Sept"]

While her presence within the Force was indeed having an impact- it was not the impact she had desired. Why? She could easily assume it was because she had only tried to use the calming influence of the Force on a large scale once before, so very long ago. It could be as simple as too much time passing and not enough habit behind the gesture. Or perhaps this battle was simply too far gone to be influenced by a single Jedi. And this was true, no doubt about it. Even at her best, she might have been unable to influence the tide of violence any more than stopping the waves by standing in their path.

But with a sinking, she understood, all too well, just what was happening.

Beneath the sensation within the Force that she pushed out all around her- beneath the upper most layers of hearth, home, peace, calm- there was nothing. A hollowness within those feelings.

Her own connections to those comforts were gone. Dead for centuries. While she had been merged with Zonama Sekot for half a millennia, it had seemed a matter of such little importance. After all, she was part of something so much larger than she- alive and deep and comforting in it's balance and voice. But she had given up that connection to return to the Galaxy. And until this moment she had quietly and gently denied a certain depth and ache within her own soul. There was a place where once Corringath, Rian, Corrine- her family- had resided, the presence a foundation she had rebuilt herself upon. Friends, loved one, gone for so long that the galaxy remembered them only as figures in a dusty history. Only now, here in this place of ash and death, did she name that hole.

She was alone.

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4kpn3V_Cnhg[/media]

Bethany felt him long before she saw him. Every step forward he took, she receded, pulling her presence in the Force back in to herself. The diminutive woman sat perfectly still, each heartbeat bringing him closer. Unfamiliar- and yet.....

There was something there, something familiar. Some part of him that she recognized. It took her too much of his passage toward her to parse it, to draw that sensation from the depths of a soul so long quiet. Her brow furrowed deeply and then emerald eyes opened wide.

"Artemis?" She whispered.

"I cannot remember the people I have killed, the things I have destroyed, any more than the meals I have eaten...even so, they have made me. " wonder what impact your death would have on me..."

She already knew that it wasn't him. Even whispering the name, she had known- despite the strange relationship between them, the Jedi Master and the Leader of the Vong, there had never been that oppressive malevolence that hung in the air. Besides, this man wasn't an emptiness in the Force.

He was very, very far from that.

She stood slowly, turning around to face the owner of that voice. Long dark hair rippled in the hot wind- cinders sparked and flew, landing around them though they seemed to not touch the Jedi. Called here by the combined clarion of the Force Storm and Atrisia itself, she was a stark contrast to Reverance. Clad in a simple, white tunic, she wore no armor, carried no weapon. Even her feet were bare.

The armored form that greeted her explained the sensation of familiarity. Verdant eyes traveled over the chitonous shell, the organic weapon in his hand. The mark of the Yuuzhan Vong was sketched the man, both on the surface and deeper still. How deep? She couldn't tell yet.

The sensation of support whispered, and oddly, all things considered, Bethany smiled. Soft, wistful, distant, the barest upturn of lips as her gaze flickered over to the figure of Veiere. The momentary meeting of their eyes conveyed her appreciation, and her recognition of their shared heritage of knowledge. She gave him the barest shake of her head before looking back at the man towering over her.

"I have never taken a life," she said quietly in return. "Though once I gave my own to save another-" Sekot would have burned, and Bethany had considered that sacrifice one well made. "Know that I have no intentions of dying here today." She tilted her head slightly, gaze sweeping over his.

The two could not be more different, in appearance, in temperament, in the way they echoed in the Force.

"So it will be many years before that question can be answered."

 

[Kenth Typho]

Location: Atrisia, Outskirts of Jar'Kai.
Allies: GA | [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Symara Tarriq"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Seria Ventreme"], [member="Adele Adonai"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: Sith | [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

Locke was no gorram soldier.

Most of this crap was far above his paygrade, but when did that ever matter to the guys behind the scenes. Chatter filled his ear as intel streamed in and all that was left to him was follow orders. He moved through the city- his first target had been the shield generator, but crap had gone sideways real fast. Only a few steps out of the city transit system and explosions had rocketed the streets. The sky had exploded and... things had gone woozy after that.

Suffice it to say that the shield generator was no longer a priority. He was creeping now, moving up to a different point of interest: a barracks that was supplying vital intel to the enemy.

But as it often did, things changed in the middle of the field.

It was a sniper shot. Heavy payload by the sounds of it and burst relatively nearby, he was trying to track the source, but then the problem was solved for him.

A humanoid vaulted out of a window and onto the balcony of a nearby building, just in time to avoid the fast burst-fire of a high velocity rifle... a mini-gun?

"They ain't paying me enough for this shet." He mumbled to himself, before gritting his teeth and once again redirecting his passage. A careful push of a door, followed by his head peeking out around the corner told him that the building was abandoned. Probably people wising up to the fact that this was steadily turning into a warzone.

The echo of footsteps scattered across the hallways above, he could barely hear them, but it was enough to tell him he was on the right path.

...and the power was out. He tried to tap the elevator button a few more times, but clearly the Gods were against him this day. There wasn't anything to do but to start running up all those stairs.

Elliot cursed again and started climbing.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Atrisia; Planetside
Objective: Survive.
Allies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"]

"That's what ya gotta resort to when you are as tall as I am." He responded, ignoring the curtness in her voice. This wasn't for her... this was for him, he needed a certain level of levity to get through all the gorram senseless death surrounding them. They weren't Sardun's people by any stretch of the imagination, weren't strictly Alliance either, the Pyre mercs knew the risks going into it, but this hadn't been planned for.

Some kind of explosion, instantly vaporizing several dozens and with no way to safeguard against it.

Feth. Sardun sighed and then nodded. Yeah, they best keep moving, if anything it would take his mind off of this nonsense. The Alliance was going to arrest Sith war criminals... and somehow it had devolved into a gorram war scen-

There he was doing it again.

"Any wounds that need to be immediately treated?" Sardun asked, once caught up with her. Sometimes the Jedi forgot not all of them had bulletproof skin and fast healing powers. "Better to fix 'em now, than to get caught with our breeches down later."

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Corvette Crash Site, Jar'kai
Objective: Support Knight Dar'rak
Allies: GA and Others, [member="Dar'rak"]
Enemies: Sith and Stuff, [member="Darth Ferox"] (nearby)
Gear:

Spoiler

Galactic Alliance Marine SpaceOps Armor
GA-HBC-01 Blaster Carbine
Twin Sonic Pistols
Vibrorapier
Thermal Detonator Bandolier

Secondary Crash Site, Alliance Defender-class Light Corvette
Jar'Kai, Atrisia

It took a little time to get a comm signal back from anyone who had made it out of the forward section alive, long enough that Deacon had been forced to assume that everyone up there was either dead or too gravely injured to respond. Eventually a transmission did come, and from the Jedi himself, but in the meantime the agent had to contend with the notion that it might just be him and the few Jedi to his name. Having volunteered to brave the extreme dangers of the surface, those with him who weren't seriously wounded were likely even more combat effective than he was in the current situation, but with the violent crash their priorities had quickly changed, and they were currently attempting to set up a crude field hospital in the fragmented wreck of the freighter. Currently they were discussing whether they should begin gathering others they could help from the streets or stay here and make sure the unconscious members of the Order were properly protected.

For his own part, Deacon had scrambled from debris onto the top of the wreck, and from there a leap and a pull up took him to the bombed out remains of the second floor of the ruins that had broken them to a halt after they had struck the surface. From that vantage point, he could get a somewhat clearer view of the surroundings. At street level, the air was too caked with dust and smoke and ash to see far in any direction, but once you reached a high enough elevation the smoke faded into a dark, misty fog the obscured any detail but at least allowed the agent to gain some insight into his current location by picking out landmarks, or what was left of any. Using his macrobinoculars, he could just make out the faint outline of what remained of the monarch's palace through the fog and up in the mountains directly overlooking the capital.

"I do, are you with another part of the ship?" crackled the voice of the reptilian Jedi Knight over his comm link, "Give me a report on survivors. Sadly the pilot perished in the crash. I'd hoped our other passengers faired better."

Jerking his binoculars over to what he was fairly sure were the remains of the forward section, Deacon could now make out the hazy outline of a figure emerging from the wreck.

"Yes sir, Master Jedi. Major Andronicus, Alliance SpaceOps," technically there was no need to lie to Dar'rak about his identity, as a general rule Jedi were capable of keeping secrets. But there was no way he was about to broadcast that he was an intelligence operative in hostile territory and on a channel without proper encryption, "We're a few klicks out from your location. I've got survivors here, including wounded. A handful are still standing, but the rest are too injured to move. Things seem quiet here for the moment, what are your orders?"

Scanning back and forth across what remained of the Jar'Kai skyline, he could not see much in the way of organized opposition in the passenger section's immediate vicinity. Most of the heavy fighting was likely occurring up near the palace, while the sound of the occasional flurry of las bolts closer by suggested that the city was nonetheless by no means a safe place, likely filled with soldiers and warriors separated from their unit, one way or another. The seconds stretched on and there was no response from Dar'rak, and his brow furrowed into confusion.

"Master Jedi, do you copy?" he asked, the binoculars swinging back towards the figure he had seen earlier. The outline of the Jedi was visible, but now his form was hued by the unmistakable green glow of an activated lightsaber. The SIS agent thought he could make out another form, perhaps the shape of whatever the Knight had perceived as a threat, or perhaps not. Still, his organic eyes having long ago been swapped out for cybernetic replacements, he was not often one to see things that weren't really there. There was no response on the comm line, which meant Deacon had a choice to make.

If he told the Jedi what was happening, they would likely be torn between their duty to help the innocent and their desire to come to the rescue of one of their own. And for all their doctrine about humility, Deacon knew it would offend their sensibilities to send him in their stead. A Jedi's pride came more from their belief that the ability to wield the Force automatically made one better suited to a task, rather than ego. It was an understandable, if flawed, chain of logic, but could be extremely frustrating to contend with. Instead, after he had climbed and slid back down the wreck and debris and into the interior, he simply told the Jedi guards that he was going to do some quick recon of what he thought might be the cockpit. Years of training in honing his mental discipline and the reassuring but curious sensation of his suit's neural bands rerouting his pathways made the lie of an omission an easy one to tell, and with their begrudging acknowledgment of his tactical expertise, he was back out of the wreck and onto the streets of Jar'Kai, moving towards the cockpit and Dar'rak's position.

Carbine raised to his shoulder, he set a pace of as quick a jog as he could muster while still remaining alert and ready to return fire if he came under attack. Asking the Force to bequeath a little divine providence on his own actions, it was not long before the agent had disappeared from view of the wreck and into the mists of hell itself.

 

[Shaddi]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4h1wciz45o​

Looking from [member="Adas James Malgus"] to [member="Serena Bouie"] with something akin to a sigh. "What you must realize is that right now, you are facing an enemy with worlds worth of resources at their disposal and they style themselves as the righteous arm of whatever delusional law they've cooked up in their "freedom" fogged up heads of theirs simply to justify the blatant atrocities and tyranny that they commit. I sat on the council of the sith and frankly what the Galactic alliance is now is so far from what they style themselves as possible. They are more like the one sith on their worst days now than anything resembling the beacon of hope and justice that they started as." He said as he turned from the two and looked towards the battlefield. "What you are dealing with now are fanatics so devoted to a cause they can't see how warped and twisted that same cause has become." He said as he reached out with his hand and with concentrative effort created a small force storm that would simply block out the sky, with the occasional force lightning thundering down that could create craters.

"Don't think you can get justice for today." Erebos said, his tone turning grim and determined as he walked up to Adas and put his lightsaber against his chest. "But you can be damn sure I'll be back to help you get vengeance." His tone had turned darker and almost icy as his grip on the lightsaber caused his glove to let out tightening sounds. "Take my saber and live up to your fathers glory and honor. If you falter know that I'm stronger than him and I'll be coming for you if you put my friends name through disgrace, I will still be alive to watch you, watch your grandchild take it's first steps. Blood before anyone else, Remember that." Erebos said as he let go of his saber, giving the time tested lightsaber to Adas to use for himself as he then turned to Serena. "Have you decided what to do?"

 

[H3xle]

[member="Darth malakai"] [member="Draco vereen"] [member="causstik rahn"]

Taryc had been fighting bigger opponents for most of her life. From the very first combat trainer in her inquisitors training to her recent battles against the remnant Sith, being a slight, agile human had the draw back in sheer power.

Had she strove strength for strength against the Sith acolyte, he likely would have been surprised at the strength within her alight form. However, his larger muscle mass would mean a higher level of muscle endurance. That would let him eventually over power her.

She resisted his push for a single moment, long enough to let him commit to the push, hen she spun on her left leg, letting the push propel her around. She turned that momentum into a strike with her left elbow, aimed at the Siths solar plexus. Her elbow held a solid, beskar counter that would let her apply her strength and momentum into a small area right at his solar plexus, if it hit.

Then she completed the turn and let it pull her into a shoulder roll away, quickly coming up in a fighting crouch facing her opponent.

 

[Kana Truden]

Enemies: [member="Darth Mephirium"] // [member="Darth Malakai"] Kruel Zing @The Gray Assassin Rapax // [member="Lord Ajihad"] // [member="Lark"]

Allies: [member="Adele Adonai"] // [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] // [member="Spencer Varanin"] // [member="HK-36"] // [member="Elpsis Elaris"] // [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]


The building came falling yet it was met with resistance from the crazy cat lady’s shield. Kana didn’t question how it was that this lady knew so much about the force, but she would have to admit it wasn’t what she had expected out of someone that she had only ever seen once before in a soldier’s get up on Ruusan. Even if that particular memory was hazy at best she remembered having a talk with the woman about the past, but that was about it. After that it all became hazier and hazier the more she dwelled on it so she quite simply stopped.

The other blonde drew Kana in and the healer froze up for a second. No, being this close to someone still felt terrible, but she had to accept the necessity for it. Once the moment had passed, and once Kana had opened her eyes, she observed the footsteps in the ashes that weren’t hers. Someone was around and they were trying very hard not to be seen. While Kana could see the benefits of such a fighting style she still had to admit to herself that it disappointed her. She had never been one to hide in shadows and use the attack of opportunity. In many regards Kana had never really been a fighter in any way at all. It was merely the route that the desperate struggle within the Galactic Republic’s Jedi Order would lead, and Kana wasn’t an exception in this as much as the norm.

At least when the Republic was still a thing.

She didn’t mourn it as much as she thought she would.

The focus went back to fixing up the strange blonde again. Further treatment resumed and Kana felt the pain spike into her own being as if she was grasping at a burning hot plate or like a particularly nasty allergic reaction. The pain that was her acquaintance’s was slowly starting to become Kana’s and all the healer could do was smirk. The burns smoothed out, the ash in Spencer’s lungs was expunged and Kana let her go.

“Good,” Kana exhaled. And let in a deep albeit quick inhale. “As new.”

“Seen him or her yet?” She repeated the chain of quick exhales and inhales. All things considered healing was a tiring ordeal. “Coast clear?”

 

[Kami Meran]

Awaiting the arrival of [member="Symara Tarriq"]

Kami took a hard coffing breath her body had never had the chance to recover yet.
still kami followed the lintel and inspected her troops all 500 units were functioning perfectly.
"All units dig in lure them in to our killing field. all units keep out of site and maintain radio silence unless in emergency. " she ordered as she sat casually on her HA and awaited the enemy.
" let's see if i can negotiate this thing first."

 

[Seria Ventreme]

]NEARBY: @Joza Perl, [member="HK-36"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Symara Tarriq"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] and [member="Elpsis Elaris"]

Seria stumbled midstep, having tried to avoid the wall of force that drove a cloud of dust and ash towards her and quickly found the pain too much to bare. The moment she slowed the edges of the woman's force push struck against her side and knocked the already off balanced woman over bruising her side as she skidded through the dirt. Seria rolled onto her back with a groan and looked up towards the sky and watched grand maelstrom of lightning, ash, fire and void as it raged above the city. Every few seconds she saw an explosion as fighters from both sides detonated in rhythm, caught in the maelstroms maw or struck down in a wave of hot plasma as crafts sped past their burning husks. Some ships flashed down, dropping bombs towards the powerful shields that still protected the palace and created little waves before being detonated by Sith ships like the Infineon. Instead of fighting she lay there for awhile, still aware of the battle but as yet unable to will herself to stand.

And then the jetpack exploded, Seria was unsure whether Thraxis had been able to remove it in time but she still saw the flash flash as the new detonation basked her blackened form in orange light. Slowly, but surely. Seria turned her head towards the GA forces, and watched in silence, steeling herself to meet them when they launched their next attack.