The Magnificent Probably More than Seven [Primeval Invasion of Mandalorian Wayland]

Dariak Talesa · Jun 30, 2015

Objective: A

Location: Bunkers
Allies: Mandalorians, Draco Vereen http://starwarsrp.net/user/7738-draco-vereen/, Zathra Fett http://starwarsrp.net/user/8159-zathra-fett/, Olivia Dem'adas http://starwarsrp.net/user/4105-olivia-demadas/, Arrbi Betna, Vilaz Munin, Dariak Talesa, @Anybody else I'm missing
Enemies: Primeval, Anja Aj'Rouhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/6330-anja-ajrou/, Ue-‘Kuo-‘Koe’c’cu-Eou, Boo Chiyo, The Dark Man, Keira Ticon, Mard Szaks, Cordelia deWinter, @Zambrano the Hutt
Gear: Gear: Mandalorian Ripper Long Rifle, microdite tipped slugs | Mandalorian Ripper carbine, solid slugs | Beskad | Kal | 4x frag grenades, 4x white phosphorus grenades, x2 fragmentation mines

Unit: Mandalorian Protector Infantry
Strength: ~200-400 Mandalorians plus support/command elements (supply trains, logistical support, HQ staff, etc.)
Objective: A
Location: Bunkers
Controller: Dariak Talesa

Within the bunker he was situated in Dariak could see the advancing runners and vanguard forces pushing through the minefield. Though he assumed that the men being ushered towards the mines to trigger them were fanatics rather than forced slaves. Was there even a difference. He didn't know. All he saw was a target. A chance to spill blood. He hadn't been told to target anyone specific. The Mandalorian figured it was time to let fly. The advancing Primeval forces might have been out of range for his carbine but he had heavier guns at his disposal.

He chimed in his helmet comms to the Protectors within the the bunkers. "Let the tanks handle their transports. Focus on the inbound assault wave. Cleave them apart ner vode!"

The weapons within the bunkers churned out their firepower towards the Hutt's runners and the other vanguard forces. The MT-40Gs thumped as their high-explosive grenade belts were chewed up by their guns' inner workings and spat out the deadly ordnance in the hopes that the wounds and deaths dolled out by the grenades would tear swathes out of the Primeval ranks.

While the launchers thumped and pounded away the ACS-203 Hellfire Autocannons and HVKF-RC-2s projected a literal wall of slugs. It was as if the bunkers themselves were causing the air around them to thunder and roar with the sheer volume of firepower that made Dariak's heart thud in his chest. He wanted to charge ahead. Meet the enemy with blade on blade but the Fort had to be held. The generator made secure. From this position he could pour supporting fire onto the Mandalorians' enemies.

That wasn't all however. The Protectors armed with the Hyperion Squad Automatic Weapons had selected their blaster packs which when twinned with the MCA-762CGs caused a wave of light like the tide of the sea of death was coming in. Dariak's bloodlust was up so much he tapped a Protector's armoured shoulder and indicated that he wanted to operate the MCA within his bunker. He braced himself and held down the trigger and swung the weapon in a slow arc as the blaster bolts spewed out.

"Keep firin' till they see the glow o' our barrels!"

Kurt Meyer · Jun 30, 2015

Location: B, Jungles
Allies: Primeval, [member="Laguz Vald"] (On Communicator)
Enemies: [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Gear: Annihilator, Signature

“Engineered?” Kiran said as he nearly squeezed the triggers again. “I'll have you know I'm a born and bred pure on Zeltro-ah shit!”

Suddenly a bright flashing light bit from the hands of the woman. It surged bright and desperate, blinding him and sending his HUD into a deep blackness. He blinked, seeing stars, his vision coming back but the sensors of his helmet damaged beyond repair.

“Fuck!” He yelled into the communicator, dropping the annihilator and tearing away the front half of his mask. A breath of fresh air touched his lungs, and Kiran shifted on the ground, rolling and pushing himself to his feet. His eyes searched for the other Mandalorian, only to dash into the sky as the man surged up and away.

A grin plastered onto his face. “Baby, I might get done early.”

His blaster raised again, three more shots surging towards Anastasia as Kiran began to sprint towards her.

Darth Carnifex · Jun 30, 2015

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICmjc4VAv6s[/youtube]

Objective: Objective B
Location: The Forest / Jungle / Whatever
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: The Mandalorians, [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Gear:

The native plant life satisfied him somewhat, but it was nothing compared to the energy he would have devoured if he'd managed to actually latch onto Siobhan. Still, he could not argue against getting a small sum of energy back from the world around them, and he feasted greedily on what he had obtained for the time being. Then came the fight once more, and the Force ripped at his being with the power of a mighty explosion, his feet digging into the soft ground to find purchase but to no avail as he began to slide backwards at a rapid pace. He crossed both of his arms in front of him to protect his face as random pieces of the landscape began to pelt him as he slide back, and while most of them battered against what was left of his armor there were some that hit areas torn away by Siobhan's power, sending more spikes of pain up through his body. But still he would not yield to her, he would not back down or let her power dwarf his own, and despite the battle damage both have sustained he was faring better on stamina than she was.

Then came the tree.

It was one of the ones that had caught fire from their previous interaction, and from the powers wielded by the two titans it had been wrenched free of it's roots and tumbled down the path they fought on. It fell end over end towards the Sith Lord, it's bark blazing black with the flames of hatred, and it's limps tearing up the ground whenever it bounced against it. Narrowing his eyes the Sith Lord commanded the Scepter to coil around his waist while he brandished his second, and last, lightsaber in his left hand before quickly switching it to his right. The blade ignited with the color of blood, and through his immense will he flung the blade directly towards the oncoming tree with himself guiding the twirling blade to cleave into the middle of the tree, splitting it in two. While he was not as powerful as Siobhan in the realms of telekinesis, he still had enough training to grip one half of the tree and send it spiraling out of the path and deeper into the forest. However; the other half was unavoidable, and he managed a roar of pain as it clipped the right side of his body and sent him hurtling ten meters before crashing down into the fiery thicket nearby.

The smell of burning foliage was overwhelming in his nostrils, and he shakily pushed himself up from the heap he had fallen into. The flames licked at his cloak and robe, and the smoke choked his eyes as they began to instinctively water in irritation. His chest hurt, his back hurt, his limbs hurt, and he was pretty sure there was a headache slowly growing behind his eyes. And he loved it all, letting out a choking laugh as he rose up from the fiery inferno that raged around him, the flames licking at him but he paid them no mind as he turned to face the direction of where Siobhan was. He held out his hand and the Scepter coiled around it, he then brought it up close to his face and whispered something into the creature, which quickly uncoiled itself from his hand and dropped down to the ground before slithering away. The Scepter would come into play later, but for now it was not required.

Metal glimmered nearby, and Vornskr raised his other hand to bring whatever it was into his outstretched palm. What arose from the burning woods was the MKI Bolter that Siobhan had dropped when he caused her bionics to malfunction earlier in the fight. A few moments of intimate contact gave Vornskr all the information he needed to operate the weapon, one which he had never actually used before but had seen plenty of times on the battlefield, and he quickly checked the ammo capacity. There were still some rounds left in the weapon, but not enough for him to reliably use the weapon against a telekinetic master like Siobhan. Still, he used every tool available to him, even if it belongs to the enemy. Priming the weapon, he moved a few meters closer towards the general direction Siobhan was at, and unloaded a volley of arcing explosive rounds towards her position, but none of them were specifically aimed at her, rather they were aimed at the area around her.

One they either landed or were prematurely destroyed, the Sith Lord would make his move. Lunging out from the fiery maelstrom and into the open, he would push his body past the limitations set onto him by the injuries he sustained and would attempt to charge Siobhan like a literal battering ram of pure hatred. Meanwhile the Scepter would stalk the edge of the fight, waiting for an opening.

Nolan Detta · Jun 30, 2015

Location: Jungle
Objective: Attack the Sith Fire Bug Guy
Allies: Ner Vod
Enemies: [member="Vheissu Ireles"]

Nolan hadn't seen it coming, who knew one could turn the fire around, Sith Magik was cheating. Nolan got angry, the Sith wouldn't like him when he was angry, delving into the anger, Nolan summoned immense strength from the Force and roared a challenge to the fire!

Nolan was lucky to have the shields over the important spots, like the little Wreckingball and his wrecking crew, and his heart. Nolan didn't know if the fist made contact with the beared Fire demon, but he decided it was time for a change in tactics.

"Super Flaming Bear Hug of Doom!"

Nolan attempted to wrap his arms around the bearded man and squeeze the poodoo out of him. Plus being on fire, even for the fire man, wouldn't be fun. If he were able to grab ahold of the man, he'd plannd to activate his pack and launch the pair skyward.

Keira Priest · Jun 30, 2015

Location: Approaching the fort
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], @Ue-'Kuo-'Koe'c'cu-Eou, [member="Boo Chiyo"], [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
Enemies: [member="Arrbi Betna"], [member="Olivia Dem'adas"], [member="Dariak Talesa"]
Gear: Lightsaber
NPC

Unit: The Primeval Prisoners
Strength: ~~100~~ 37
Location: Approaching the fort
Objective: Bring down Fort Monroe
Controller: Keira Ticon

Ranged combat was always so boring. It was slugs and blaster bolts, grenades and heavy weaponry, not that anything different should have been expected. These were Mandalorians, after all. But it made for little worthwhile combat, in her mind. Allowing the combined forces of she and Zambrano's infantry to march ahead served to avoid the majority of the bullets, though shrapnel was something of a different story. Any cuts received were superficial, a crude Force shield erected to redirect anything more damaging. It didn't directly reveal her as a sensitive, but anyone watching close enough would note something out of the ordinary. Drawing their fire wasn't her intention just yet, and she didn't bother with anything more obvious than that for the moment.

Explosions shook the earth, the blast originating ahead, in front of the fort itself. Mines. Great. Thankfully those in the immediate vicinity were detonated by the troops that had rushed ahead, but she still slowed her pace all the same, not keen enough on closing the gap to rush into the unknown quite so recklessly. Soon enough the two sides would meet face-to-face, if all went at least marginally well. That was when things would become truly interesting. This was merely a stalemate of sorts, both adversaries pressing to their own opposing objectives, neither ready or willing to give quarter. It wasn't quite as worthwhile as anything up close, but it would have to serve.

When the hail of blaster bolts began spraying her hand instinctively fell to the weapon at her waist, palming it. No doubt this would get their attention. Perhaps not the most strategic move, but if they were going to fight it was best to use whatever was readily at their disposal. Thumbing the ignition switch the orange blade sprang into existence with a snap-hiss, deflecting the arcing plasma bolts with a practiced ease, allowing every minute shift of the saber to manifest itself naturally. There were those among the Mandalorians well-equipped to fighting any sensitives, and she had fought one of them before. Past experience told her that whatever was to happen certainly wouldn't be beneficial.

Her pace remained measured, steps slow, blade still humming in her hand. Disengaging it would be a pointless endeavor now, after all that had been done. Soon enough she would need to keep the weapon close at hand. It had been her lifeline countless times before, and would serve its purpose once again. The Mandalorians might have been a stubborn enemy, but that was one playing field she could almost certainly meet them on.

Garrus Garon · Jun 30, 2015

Location: Wayland; Jungles
Objective B
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Primeval; [member="Auswyn Nothrael"]
Equipment: See initial post

...maintaining the hold he'd had on her wrist after slamming her down into the ground Garrus unconsciously raged in the recesses of his mind, he had no stomach for mind games which likely played a large roll in his straightforward approach to combat, the intrusion constituted a violation that he had little tolerance for. As he squeezed her neck Garrus had the urge to tighten his fingers until the pressure caused the crimson of her veins to leak out of her eyes, her nose and other orifices not meant to endure punishment such as that. Then it hit him, the sensation was slow at first like a memory that had been rekindled in the back of his mind, a spark that spread throughout his body and across the naked flesh concealed beneath his Beskar'gam and the Body Glove he wore beneath it...

...the memory of being burnt spread throughout him. Initially it was not burning but itching. An aggravating sensation that grew for aggravating until it started to manifest as burning, peeling and crackling. Gritting his teeth beneath his helm Garris felt the neck muscles of his body tighten, he bit down on his bottom lip until the blood seeped easily from the wound there as he fought the sensations passing through him. Nobody likes burning, it doesn't matter who you are and so the vivid realization coming to life was torture for him. Tensing his hand over her wrist as he fought with his own mind an unconscious reaction to Garrus burning would be that his muscles would tighten, his hand would tighten and he would squeeze her wrist even harder than he already had been as his mind pulsed with the seeded feeling that he was burning again...

..."Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhhh!"...

...his head would snap backwards, he was reeling from the feeling that his skin was on fire even if he couldn't see the flames. In his mind the fire was real and he was burning. Loosening the grip around Auswyn's throat, allowing her a precious gulp of air, Garrus would draw his right arm backwards until his elbow was cocked behind his shoulder. Once his arm came up it shot back down in as a thunderous fist aimed directly at the sternum of the prone woman which should it connect Garrus intended to do massive damage. Beskar plates lined the gauntlet of his hand now leading the way aimed to slam into her chest where the sternum connected either side of her rib cage together. The Garrus was gone and the pressure released itself from Auswyn altogether...

...reeling backwards the Warrior had stumbled to his feet, removing the Beskar'gam was not an option, his left hand went to the clasp of his helm and he released it so that he could allow so air in and depressurize himself momentarily hoping that would help. The Vornskr Scattergun was shrugged off his right shoulder too, slid into the hold of his right hand...

Grrwunhoooll Agaburry · Jun 30, 2015

Location: Wayland Jungles, Objective B ( Rumble in the Jungles )
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Nolan Detta"]
Enemies: Primeval [member="Kiber Dorn"] ? [member="Vheissu Ireles"]
Objective: Football!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8v6I4lgS2rQ
Gear:
Dark-Devil Helm ( Head )
CEAS-Final Cybernetic Armor Suit ( Armor)
Mk.I Convergence Rifle ( in hands)
Bone Crusher ( Back )
Convergence Pistol Sidearm ( holstered on side)
Ray Shield Grenade x3
Bandoliers of Ammo

The Barrel of his Particle Rifle lit up and flashed as it was aimed at some animals in the jungle. It was over-kill really and this was what the Brute was resorting too, killing the wild life to satisfy himself even though it only made him more hungry for a real battle. To his left his sensory acuity rang as couple animals ran past him, moving out the way with excellent reaction time he looked down the direction where the animals came.

Hunching and tilting his head he adjusted his helmets vision and zoomed in only to see the cause of some flames. The vod [member="Nolan Detta"] was fighting [member="Vheissu Ireles"] someone who looked very interesting at the present moment. Usually Kezeroth was the type to watch and assist when needed and mandalorians usally didn't like it when other vod interrupted their fighting but...

"Screw it.." he grumbled and crouched his chest expanded some was if he took a deep breath but infact the was gathering his energy for a mighy leap he wanted to get straitght into the fight quickly and didn't care about the collateral damage, Vod Nolan was tough he could take a beating anyway. Looking up the armored Gen'dai sprang up like a frog with a force assisted jump as he started to arch down into a fall his grav boots shot to slow his fall. Eyeing below him he tapped a button on his wrist and suddenly cut the grav boots turning the off.

Landing near the fight with a quaking crash, dirt and dust stirred around making visual conditions unsettling. With is rough landing Kezeroth was hoping to disrupt the balance of his oppent but that was out of his control. Landing rough jumps were always random for him. Dropping his Mk.I Convergence Rifle, pushing it away toward his back the giant stepped foward with and flicked his gauntlets activating his twin Wrist Blades. The sound metal sliding and extending rang like a bell.

" Hmm..." he said and began to walk forward out of the dust cloud he made and headed for the two combatants [member="Nolan Detta"] and [member="Vheissu Ireles"] who were now mere 2 meters away. Starting a charge like attack he threw himself toward the two in a bulls charge.

Boethiah · Jun 30, 2015

Unit: The Gulandi Warriors
Strength: 150
Location: Beside Anja
Objective: Protect Anja
Controller: Anja Aj'Rou

The whistling sound of rockets launching filled her ears once more, this time to her left. Anja remained at the center well-protected from the enemy, her Gulandi were just behind the Vanguard which was slowly feeding the minefield as they pressed forth. That along with the havoc caused from other sources has left enough of a gap for them to push, of course the other obstacles did slow their advance and required maneuvering. There still wasn't much to be done for the Gulandi yet, they were a very capable and elite outfit with the weapons and armour to do what few soldiers in this galaxy could. It would take a lot to kill them, and it wouldn't take much for them to kill, at the end of this battle they will likely be responsible for more death in close-quarters combat than the Golden Banner who were still trained and equipped in their own right.

Radiating through the air, explosions came one after another as more mines were destroyed in their path. Projectiles flew overhead and in the Chaos it was difficult to tell what damage had been done, how many lives have been lost. There was no concern for the dead, they did their role, but lives were necessary to complete the objective.

Their advance would continue as planned, the Host Lord remained as conservative as possible with her troops, ensuring that the Gulandi would be ready to strike once they break through.

Rhodessa · Jun 30, 2015

Objective: Defend the Base
Location: Fort Monroe;
Allies: Arrbi Betna, Draco Vereen, Vilaz Munin, Dariak Talesa, Zathra Fett, Olivia Dem'adas,
Enemies: Anja Aj'Rou, Keira Ticon, Boo Chiyo, The Dark Man, Ue-‘Kuo-‘Koe’c’cu-Eou, Mard Szaks, Taryc Ap'Irae, Zambrano the Hutt, Cordelia deWinter,

Gear: rail gun, Hyperion combat armour
Vehicle: Bes'uliik Starfighter (or) Beskad Starfighter

Unit: Bes'uliike Traat'aliite
Strength: (12x Bes'uliik Starfighters)
Objective: Defending Fort Monroe
Location: Hanger
Controller: Rhodessa

Her and the rest of the squadron she was with finally got the call to arms, her flight master then gave the command Go Go Go. She was already geared up, and ready to fight with her fellow mandalorians as the call came in. She was happy today she get to bomb sith, what else could she possibly want out of life. She took in formation, they initially moved away from the enemy. To give them time to reach a decent diving height for the strafing runs, the commander kept relaying orders and getting info of where they enemy was on the ground. She was smiling manically, she get to have revenge today and she would be death from above.

Strider Garon · Jun 30, 2015

Location: Jungle
Objective: Rumble in the jungle
Allies: Mandolorians [member="Conner Garon"]
Enemies: [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]
Gear: Link is in my sig for the rest of my gear. Just to clarify though my jetpack has been replaced with ysalamiri nutrient frame

The reanimation of the local natives was a sight to see. This dark wizard's cruelty new no limit as they molested the dead just as much as they ravaged the jungle. Watching the dead climb from the sinkhole disturbed the old hound as he honestly believed that the dead should be left to rest and not used as a personal weapon and slaved with magic. Add more sugar to the eerie spice, a rib cage floated from out the whole and was tossed in the same fashion as the many trees and boulders that had been hurled at them moments before. And as before the two mandalorian warriors would maneuver out of the way as they become accustom to playing this demented but deadly form of dodge ball.

Strider would then zero his carbine upon the zombies but before he could engage them they all would systematically drop lifelessly to the ground once more. If the older Garon was a betting man, and he was, his credits were on the extended sphere of influence that their ysalamrir formed once in close quarters together. Their reach would go from ten meters to twenty, creating a much larger bubble of protection against the unseen trickery of force users. Once the zombies crossed the threshold of the protective and invisible bubble, they would be freed from their connection to their slave driver.

"Well!" Strider snorted in amusement before re focusing his carbine on the Rancor rider who was scaling up the tree, with trunk protecting her assent. He could not get a clean shot at her and the old man tired of this female monkey playing hide and seek. While his son courageously taunted the heavily armored Dark Jedi, he himself would target the tree truck and the direct area Perla was hiding with his wrist rocket. His range finder would mark the target at just over 40 meters making her with in range.

With out hesitation he would raise his left wrist and fire off the mini rocket, if successful the ordinance would hit the tree in hopes of knocking the female combatant out of her perch and if injuries incurred such would be a bonus. But this was a long shot and for a force wizard that gave them time to maneuver and bounce out.

Vilaz Munin · Jun 30, 2015

Location: Fort Monroe
Allies: [member=Arrbi Betna] [member=Olivia Dem'adas] [member=Zathra Fett] [member=Draco Vereen] whoever else I missed
Enemies: [member=Keira Ticon] [member=Anja Aj'Rou] [member=Zambrano the Hutt] whievr else I missed
Objective: Repel
Gear: First post, fourth page
NPCs:

Location:
-33 infantry at guard towers mounting anti-personnel turrets
-33 infantry in bunker
-1 mythosaur outside Fort parked by Draco's Mythosaur
-4 redeemer tanks in fort
Force: Armatech Mythosaur Assault Group
Objective: Defend
Controller: Vilaz Munin

The running of the suicide bombers? From the height of the guard towers and the bunkers outside of the of the walls from the fort a mass of opposing soldiers charged towards their main objective they sought to conquer. But they would have to try much harder than what tactics their smart commander was ordering them to execute. As soon as the men in the guard towers saw the blood spilled before them as infantry touched the mines with their own feet they began to unload the ammunition in their turrets on the invaders. Projectiles flied towards in a continuous constant showing the little mercy they have for the Primeval.

But that wasn't all. Soldiers in the bunkers armed with heavy weaponry alos fired volleys upon volleys of projectiles whether it was blasters or slugs unto the enemy to increase their death toll. And finally the ultimate Mythosaur that was ordered to be parked side to side with Draco's own Mythosaur from his own unit and began firing all its cannons, besides the missiles on Anja's units and other battalions that were cowering behind lines and allowing souls that weren't pitied nor cared about die in a charge that didn't had enough minds to devise it.

“Told you they are idiots. Pay up," he demanded a fellow Rally Master who had lost a bet and gave one hundred credits to Vilaz that was then pocketed in one of his utility belt.

Action

-All infantry are firing at charging units from Zambrano, Keira, and whoever else is charging with them
-Mythosaur is firing all cannons at Anja's static unit as well as anyone else's units that are nearby
-Tanks are just chilling inside the Fort

Mard Szaks · Jun 30, 2015

Objective: A - Destroy the generator
Location: Moving in on the Nandos
Allies: The Primeval | @[member=Anja Aj'Rou] @[member=Keira Ticon] @[member=Boo Chiyo] @[member=The Dark Man] @[member=Ue-‘Kuo-‘Koe’c’cu-Eou] @[member=Zambrano the Hutt]
Enemies: The Mandalorians | @[member=Olivia Dem'adas] @[member=Draco Vereen] @[member=Arrbi Betna] [member="Anyone Else"] at A
Gear: LL-Interchangeable Weapons System | Advanced Agent Tactical Armour | BTI-WB "Woebringer" Heavy Blaster Pistol | 4 EMP Grenades | Vibroblade

NPC Unit: Primeval Golden Banner 5th

Unit:Primeval Golden Banner 5th
Strength: 120 troops + 20 MIFVs
Objective: The Siege of Fort Monroe
Location: Shortly in front of the minefield
Controller: Mard Szaks

"All right men, get outside and take cover behind the Miffy."

As Mard jumped out the back of the carrier, to the chorus of acknowledgements coming from his commlink, he felt a sudden change in pressure behind him. Then a blinding pain erupted from his right shoulder, followed by a weird numbness. He then turned around, only to see the smoking remains of his MIFV, and to witness several explosions coming from the other nearby personnel carriers.

His 5 hadn't made it out.

No matter, the others had survived. At least some. There would be time for grieving later. "Head count. How many casualties?"

"Kriff squadron, two Miffys down, rest is operational. Crews are gone."

"Frek is fine, minor hits only. No casualties."

"Kark here, we were hit hard. 3 vehicles down, and a shell tore half of my soldiers to bits."

"Feth got 5 soldiers down, but all MIFVs operational."

"All right, Poodoo has one carrier down. My crew is gone. Push on, try to keep the MIFVs between you and the bunkers. Gunners, keep firing on that gate, don't let them repair it. Or get anything done near it. Try to damage it more, if you can."

The firing continued as they moved onward, the poor prisoners and terrified souls having led the charge on the Mandalorian fortress.

Mard's right arm was dislocated at the shoulder. The pain, though formidable, was nothing he couldn't handle, but the lack of mobility on one side had to be corrected. "Sunno. Help me here, shoulder's dislocated." As the other soldier jogged up to him, the MIFVs started to move past them. "Quickly now, I can handle it." He gritted his teeth while his subordinate rotated his arm upwards and applied pressure, until it visibly popped back into place. The whole process was excruciating, but finished before the last of the vehicles passed them.

"Fething carrier couldn't shoot it's debris somewhere else. Let's go."

The fire from the bunkers was already drawing close.

Siobhan Kerrigan · Jun 30, 2015

Location: Jungle
Objective: Rumble in the jungle
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"], Primeval
Gear: 1x MKI bolter (lost gun, still got the ammo), 1x bolt pistol, 1x sonic shotgun, wrist-worn flamethrower, vibroknife, grenades, lightsabre (lost), beskar'gam

The battle between the two titants continued with little pause, leaving naught but carnage and destruction in the process due to the power both wielded. Siobhan had indeed exerted herself and used up plenty of energy, especially to summon the massive telekinetic blast from earlier. Making an attempt to telekintically crush the Sith Lord also took its toll. However, when it came to stamina she ought to be faring better than the former Emperor.

Her energies were not unlimited and diminishing, but she was used to running on empty and still pushing through, even though doing something so 'cool' and wasteful such as flying around whilst unleashing devastation was no longer a realistic option for her. Moreover, the Sith Lord was charging her like a battering ram after his lung had been imploded and while his spine was not broken, it had suffered damage from her hammerblows. Never mind the other blunt trauma she had caused him and the effect of the fire.

However, there was clearly no respite as Vornskr was on the advance again, though the time spent getting up again after being chucked around, getting her gun and then letting his amphistaff loose offered her some time. Time to catch her breath after her exertions. The painful throbbing in her head was not going away, likewise her flesh leg ached and the burns caused from her eye being destroyed still pained her in her face, but she would come through and soldier on.

And apparently the Sith Lord had her boltgun. Well, that was a bit annoying! The magazine of an MKI boltgun had ten explosive bolts. Most of the rounds in the bolter would have been expended by her when she tried to bombard him at the start of their duel. The 30mm x 45mm explosive bolts had some very useful qualities that made them quite deadly. For one, the warheads were armed on launch and thus any pressure exerted on them would cause premature detonation.

Alas, they were not powerful enough to really damage beskar'gam unless you hit weak spots such as the joints. Moreover, if you were proficient enough in defensive Force powers you could, to use a colloquial and vaguely video gamey term, tank the hit, as Vornskr ironically had demonstrated himself when he manifested his protection bubble. There was also the fact that there was probably no Force-user who used bolters more than Siobhan, which meant that she understood their capabilities and limitations rather well.

It all happened very fast. Siobhan had temporarily lost track of her opponent. With the forest being set ablaze and darkness descending it was difficult to see that well. Fortunately her helmet had multiple vision modes and so she switched to thermal. Now she could see the Sith advancing towards her, though even if she had not one could not mistake his potent Force Signature and the sheer rage that was emanating from him like a tidal wave. But he no longer seemed to be carrying his amphistaff. Perhaps he had lost it during her telekinetic onslaught...but amphistaffs were living creatures. It might still be coming for her. She remembered how badly Phylis had been hit by one on Alderaan. It had almost killed the Jedi Master.

Sheer instincts took over and Siobhan allowed the Force to flow through her muscles and leap into the air, just moments before the bolter fired towards the general direction she was at. Winds swept towards her and she allowed her power to carry her as she made towards a collapsed tree further away. Seconds the explosive bolts hit home and explosions echoed across the ruined forest, foliage and bushes were blown away by the detonations. As she glided she believes she saw something...snaking around in the forest. Another opponent coming to aid the Butcher-King, an animal, his amphistaff? Through her thermal vision it looked vaguely serpentine.

A shockwave slammed into Siobhan's side and knocked her back hard though she managed to catch herself before she was rammed against a couple trees. The feeling was akin to someone ramming a club into it. Not with full strength, but even so it sent a sensation of pain surging through her. Along with the feeling of cracked ribs. Ouch. Her breathing was more laboured and heavier, the price of her exertions. No time for healing or drawing upon the tangled web of the Force to control her pain, she would simply have to endure it. Her armour was battered and dented from the beatings it had suffered, but still functional and unbroken, even as shrapnel showered it.

As she landed she could see the Sith Lord was charging her like a bull, a human battering ram of rage and hatred so palpable it felt like a physical force. By now Siobhan did not need to be reminded of the fact that he would have the absolute edge in close-quarter combat given the fact that he was simply stronger and better with a lightsabre.

No time to think, time to act. She pulled at the tangled web of the Force and exerted herself to impose her will upon the air currents as she drew upon her control of air manipulation. While it was true that her primary specialisation lay in telekinesis, she also very skilled in alter environment where it related to the air. There were those aeromancers who could vacate entire areas of air or increase the air pressure to a point where it would burst your eardrums.

Such manipulation was something Siobhan had never tried. For one, she plain and simply did not have the patience for it! However, she was very good at summoning raging winds and tempests, which was perhaps not a surprise since it went hand in hand with her use of telekinesis...and her apparent fixation on fighting battles by chucking her foes around and in general making a mess of the battlefield and all that. Conveniently strong winds were already there, partially because the weather was reacting to all the volatile energies the two Masters of the Dark Side were throwing around.

All that needed to be done was to intensify and focus them. Conveniently there was also plenty of fire. She sucked in oxygen greedily, then expelled the power she had been drawing upon by bringing forth a powerful, area of effect whirlwind. The air currents became a maelstorm that swept across the land with terrible force, aiming to grip the Sith Lord and throw him, along with what else came in its path, such as rocks. She would not be uprooting trees and tossing them like ragdolls, but that was not what she was aiming for.

With the forest on fire the whirlwind would also carry the hot flames with it and spread them, bringing forth a blazing firestorm. The plan was quite simple: Pick Vornsrkr up inside the flaming tornado, roast him nicely and chuck him around very far. As it was an area of effect attack, it would be carried towards the edge of the battle as well, gathering boulders. Ideally the amphistaff would be gripped by the raging winds, burnt and smashed by rocks in the process, but if it was not then she could deal because the poisonous venom spewed by the living weapon could not penetrate beskar as easily as it could common armour.

By now Siobhan was drenched in sweat and her heart was beating rapidly, but still she exerted herself as she brought forth a wind of destruction and carnage, a wind of flames and a shower of rocks propelled at great speed and force. The forest was on fire and metaphorically the same applied to her.

Laira Darkhold · Jun 30, 2015

Location: Fort Monroe Inside the Perimeter
Objective: A
Allies: I gots them
Enemies: Specifically [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Gear: Its in my Signature
NPC Forces: Mythosuar Assault Group

- Mythosaur Mobile Fortress
- Redeemer MBT (4)
- Officers (2)
- Command Troopers (8)
- Blaster Troopers (24)
- Slugthrower Troopers (24)
- Scout Troopers (8)
Location: Right out in front of the Main Base
Objective: Kill everything around Anja
Controller: Dis Guy

Well, the pain had been brought and sensors indicated a number of burning hulks and down vehicles. Good, a lightened load for our Vode on the front. Less APC’s meant they were less likely to last long against powerful Main Battle Tanks. “Change of Targets men. Its time to teach the Vong why technology is better than biology.” I said to the officers in the Operations Suite aboard the Mythosaur. “Bring all weapons to bear on those infantry advancing into the minefields. Teach them a lesson in fear.” With that order the Mythosaur shifted slightly, its turrets repositioning to take aim at the Crab Armored Gulandi Warriors. With infantry, the Airburst Baradium rounds were best, but unfortunately not every weapon was a tank weapon. There were plenty of heavy weapons to be turned against them. My infantry had yet to disembark he mighty metal beast for that exact reason. Reserves and long range support. Artillery is known as the King Of Battle… I could only question why they had left home without the king and brought me only peasants.

If artillery is the king, then the Mythosaur is the demigod. Its heaviest weapons more akin to those found on ships than those on walkers, it took notice of one of my more hated foes. This is why the Vong Lost… they never adapted like the rest of us. They stuck to traditions when others evolved. The massive earth-shattering BOOM of the main gun accelerating its round towards the enemy rumbled through the vehicle, the hum of its generator powering the laser cannons and the heavy laser cannons as they sent bolts of energy at the Gulandi made me smile. Soon I would be free from this war again, and I could return to my personal peace.

Redeemer Tanks traversed their turrets to face the new target, the long range main weapons loading airburst weapons as well, maximizing their effectiveness against infantry, much like the Mythosaur’s main gun. If Hell had a name… it was Wayland for the Primeval.

Arrbi Betna · Jun 30, 2015

Objective: Hold at all costs
Location: Fort Monroe - Central Complex - Hangars
Allies: [member="Azrael"] [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Zathra Fett"] [member="Rhodessa"] [member="Dariak Talesa"]
Enemies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="The Dark Man"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Mard Szaks"]
Gear:

Myrkr Rifle (Standard and armor piercing ammunition)
Slugthrower Shotgun (Solid slug and Coin Shot ammunition)
Beskar-plated Chaavla Revolver (Standard, armor piercing, and Ori'shuk ammunition in speed loaders)
Vibroknives
Antique Beskar'gam

Unit: Mun'nynire
Strength: 100 marksmen + support personnel + 4 Shadlaar Cargo Haulers towing 4 Mobile Barricades
Objective: Hold at all costs
Location: Fort Monroe - Central Complex - Hangars
Controller: Arrbi Betna

Betna watched his shot hit home and the enemy soldier tumble to the ground. Before he could confirm the kill or not, the area disappeared in a cloud of flame and fire and dirt thrown into the sky. He'd have to assume and confirm later.

Mentally marking where he saw the warrior go down, he moved on to the task at hand: supporting fire. Up and down the sandbagged emplacement rifles cracked and snapped, his men picking off anyone deemed important or unlucky: stragglers, officers, NCOs, special and heavy weapon troopers, and generally anyone that looked important enough to put down with a well placed rifle round. So far they'd been lucky as none had opened fire on his position, though from the nearness of some enemy fire on bunkers close by, it was only a matter of time.

Betna added his own rifle to the fire, working the bolt after each shot. Soon enough, the makeshift fighting position was adrift in the beginnings of a sea of spent brass as his men went to work. He picked up another clip and slid it home when a cry went up on the overall comms.

"Darjettii! Staabi eso - Diryc! Ge'yayc kad'au!"

At once Betna swung his rifle to the appropriate sector, his eye seeking the Sith through the scope of his rifle, his finger itchy to bring death the enemy once more.

There!

A woman wielding an orange lightsaber, flicking blaster-bolts away with simple batting motions as her robes swirled around her. Betna gauged the distance and compensated for the wind, his scope's reticle set upon the woman's torso. Without armor, or anything that appeared to be armor, the center mass shot was both easier and more likely to kill than a throat shot. Other men were probably scoping in as well, which was just fine by Betna. It didn't matter who made the kill shot, only that the Sith died.

He synced his breathing and his heart together and felt the rush of the tunnel vision once more. Yet again, the shot became personal as Betna took in the woman's features and movements. He adjusted for her movement and waited for the right moment. When heart and breath synced with the motion and time of the woman down range, Betna knew the time was right.

Crack!

Another round downrange. Through the firing line, others opened fire, most firing on more soldiers, but a few fired on the woman, eager to kill a red 'saber jockey for themselves.

OOC:
"Darjettii! Staabi eso - Diryc! Ge'yayc kad'au!"
"Sith! Right flank - Low! Orange (lit. red-yellow) lightsaber!"

Zola · Jun 30, 2015

Location: Jungle
Objective: 2, Mother Nature is a beeyotch.
Allies: [member="Perla Pirjo"]
Enemies: [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Conner Garon"]

Jemmila was not a rational creature, especially under duress. If her original Master, [member="Adekos"], had been here, he would confirm it. When she wasn't holed up in the training rooms on the Machinator, telekinetically lifting objects from dusk until dawn, much of Jem's training consisted of her running away, testing her Master, or outright attacking him. Even being threatened with incineration by the haughty Umbaran did not stop her from misbehaving.

The more her attacks were thwarted, the more the storm clouds began to brew inside the slender Hapan. The boy was taunting her, waving his beksad around, trying to get her to come in close. Maybe this techinque would have worked with the chuckleheads he usually fought with, but not this Dark Jedi. The capricious woman was told to do something, she did the opposite. Even if it wasn't always the right thing.

She let out a frustrated huff of air, and used her anger to call the fire into her hands, just as Master Ireles had taught her. Her hands glowed with the brilliance of the sun. Her chest rising and falling, she stared down her opponent beneath the crab helmet of the Vondunn Skerr Kyrric.

"Back off now. Or I burn down your jungle."

Let's face, it fried Mando sounded pretty good right about now.

Anastasia Rade · Jun 30, 2015

Location: Wayland; Jungles
Objective: B
Allies: Mando's
Enemies: [member="Kiran Vess"]
Gear:

armor, lightsaber, http://starwarsrp.net/topic/10961-mandalorian-ripper-mk-ii/

Just as strangely as Jhaega had appeared did he disappear once again the bolt from the Annihilator setting off his Jet Pack. Ana could only watch and hope that he landed safely as she had other pressing matters to attend to. Kiran was all her's now to deal with as she pleased. There were many force abilities that she had only practiced in a training room. This gave her the chance to practice in the field without perchance hitting another Mando.

He was also speaking to someone named 'baby' during this duel. Ana was left to assume that this was his lady friend whom he was speaking with. She got the catching up with a loved one thing but Ana would never call Orick during a battle. That would only serve as a distract to them both. She would call him later.

The light saber would have been nice to still have to deflect the bullets but when all else failed she put up a force bubble but not quick enough as one of the bullets did get out and hit the side of her armor. It was a hit that she could feel even though the armor. If she looked down, Ana would see that it was dented a tiny bit but there was no time for this. She would deal with repainting later.

"Your little girlfriend can't help you here," she smirked as she used the force to throw a few, three, fallen branches of medium weight at him at the same time sidestepping away from him.

Kurt Meyer · Jun 30, 2015

Location: B, Jungles
Allies: Primeval, [member="Laguz Vald"] (On Communicator)
Enemies: [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Gear: Signature

He always hated the force.

He'd fought against, and with, Force Users many times, and he had never found a true counter for it. Of course there were those odd lizard things, those grenades, and a number of other things, but they weren't really counters, simply ways of evening the playing field. One day he would have to sit down and figure out a way to make force users hurt for using the force.

Unfortunately, it was not this day. As he sprinted towards her he found himself assailed by a branch. His head snapping to the side as gnarled wood swiped across his face, leaving deep cuts. He grunted, but kept running, only to be struck by a second branch, then a third.

The Zeltron flew back, rolling on the ground and leaving a small trail of dust.

“Oh kark, just die already.” Kiran cursed as he drew himself up. In his peripheral he saw that his powerpack had one shot left, a curse escaped his lips, and with his free hand he drew a small silvery orb. A hard throw would see it launch towards Anastasia's face. He counted to one, then pointed his blaster and fired.

Not for her this time, but instead at the Thermal Detonator heading towards the woman. No fancy telekinesis to throw it back.

Not this time, he'd learned his lesson on Coruscant.

Brooke Waters · Jul 1, 2015

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] C[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Following [member="Laguz Vald"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][member="Ebenezer"] | [member="Jun Nez"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Graad Hokan"] | [member="Darth Wyrrlok VI"] | [member="Chaos Maxtor"] | [member="Verz Horak"] | [member="Briika Detta"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Gear:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Sexy good looks, Sonomax Sonic Pistol, purple lightsaber, jungle variant of Armor[/SIZE]

Token was pretty sure she knew what she was doing. This was like those classes at LAA. Learn where you were. Find what you need. Do what you need to do. And leave before anyone was the wiser. Of course, that was basically LAA class After Dark. Because sometimes you weren’t always there for the best reasons, but you needed to be there.

And with the shifter cussing at someone, the blonde was able to take in the scenary. It was the simple things that the Witch lived for, really. That and avoiding the thoughts of Laguz’s fingers.

Yeah, right…

Then… okay, what was that now. The blonde looked around, she fell to her knees, to stabilize herself (and panic a little bit, just a little though, surely no one would notice?)

“What was that?” She really didn’t know the tectonics of this world, or well… any world. Who would build a mountain-base on a fault line? That was just poor urban planning. Can-People should probably get a refund. And they were scary and brutish, would probably get it, too.

Laguz Vald · Jul 1, 2015

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmU5RwuB-bw

"That's what she said?" the shifter shot back with no small amount of amusement in xir voice, xir eyes still combing the serrated horizon for anything with a heartbeat. The last thing they needed now was for a patrol of canned goods to ambush them in the night; everyone has their preferences, but Laguz, for one, did not enjoy being frisked by beskar-clad warriors at dusk on some Gods-forsaken mountain.

I mean. Really.

Who in their right mind would?

Certainly not this shifter. Nope.

Before the levels of denial could climb any higher, xir train of thought was interrupted by a low, earthly rumble coming from beneath. At first the sniper merely ascribed it to the generous helping of beans in xir salad last evening, but it quickly became apparent that this was more than just bowel movements.

Well, not xir bowel movements, at least. But what did Laguz know about planets? Certainly not enough to form a cohesive opinion on what was happening, aside from the small — but nonetheless important — voice in xir head shouting at xem to get the kark outta there.

Never one to ignore xir instincts, the shifter was quick to finish what xe'd started moments prior, prying the old hatch open with a mighty heave borne of necessity and perhaps a touch of panic — though, granted, criminals upwards of two hundred years of age didn't really panic the way normal people did — and promptly slipping inside.

Laguz realized a second too late that it might not have been the most enlightened of actions, but what was done, and so instead of screaming at the top of xir lungs, the shifter sprang a few long, sturdy claws from xir metacarpals, hoping to slow xir descent by virtue of friction.

"Baby," the sniper chuckled into xir comlink even as the stale air howled past xir ears, "I'm going down under. Reception might get choppy." Not that Kiran would particularly miss xir maniac laughter in his ear while he was going up against Mandos, but the sentiment was there, and that's what mattered. "Kick their ass for me, yeah?"

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