The Path Diverges (Republic Dominion of Onderon/Dxun)

[Flint Pherson]

River of the Nine
Korval
@[member="Davin Jusik"] @[member="Delila Castillon"] @[member="Judah Dashiell"]

The gunships had discharged their cargo. Even now the Republic troopers had cut a path to the Shield Generator. Victory was imminent. At least it appeared that way when she arrived. Clad in black durasteel and wielding a blood red lightsaber. The Queen's Champion. The Dark General Korval.

"I knew you would come Republic. I have foreseen your doom."

the dark-skinned woman smiled. She seemed to be completely unaware that her ship was under attack.

"...And now I will kill you all and wipe your stain from this..."

Then she took a rocket to the face.

...

Flint smirked as he threw away the empty missile tube,

"Well!? ...What are you waiting for Castillon!?"

He smirked,

"Let's blow this joint and go home!"

 

[Jack Rowland Clark]

(very late, but better than never! )

Jacks fleet came out of hyperspace into a debris field that littered the emptiness around the planet. His Salvation-Class Star Defender was at the forefront of the formation and behind his metal Goliath were three Preservation-Class Star Defenders. Two either side of this line was a line of eight Emancipation-Class Heavy Cruisers and in the final line of each side was a group of 12 Freedom-Class Frigates. The formation of heavy hitting ships formed an arrowhead as they zipped into the ensuing battle and out of hyper space. The arrowhead pointed menacingly at the critically damaged enemy fleet that hung above the atmosphere of the planet, only a few small cruisers remained and were not going to be anything more than a speck of dust in the face of a severely pissed off admiral and his fleet.

"Looks like we missed all the fun, doesn't Makowits." Jack said irritatedly as he starred down the joke of a enemy fleet that remained

"It would appear that way sir." the Admiral's XO answered, looking up from his command console to gaze at the view that Jack was currently scowling at.

The Admiral hated showing up to the party late, but his fleet only got orders much, much latter into the battle than they should have. Oohra for naval intelligence, bunch of nerf farming Weequay. "I hate sloppy seconds Makowits, loath them even."

The comment was enough to earn a faint chuckle from the men on the bridge, including the XO "Me and you both sir." the second in command answered

"Must hate your wife then." Jack joked with dryness, the laugh got more chuckles. The shows of humorous appreciation were born more out of the fact he was a commanding officer than any deep rooted likeability of the man. Most of the men hated him for his risky tactics and his attitude, but they still had respect for him as a successful officer and a honorable man. Jack let out a long sigh "Might as well practice some tactics. XO, have the fleet do a small scale box and smash and bring our ship into position just outside the atmosphere and contact the Supreme Commander and let him know we finally got here to clean up what his fleet left behind." . Box and Smash was a tactic developed by Jack that, in reality, was meant for a much larger enemy, however the current organization of the enemy ships would allow for a lousy version of their usual training. (The specifics of the tactic will be revealed when I get a real enemy!).

 

[Elara Hulis]

Swept up by the feelings of the other Jedi, Elara could not help but also cheer in unison for Darron's victory. With the cultist forces in full retreat, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief. She leaned against one of the rocks she took as cover - exhausted from all the movement. Her first time in combat as a Jedi, luckily for her, was a success. She knew that many others did not have such luck.

Though just as the other Jedi gathered on Dxun that day, Elara would not expect the bad news that would soon be given to them while on their journey back to Coruscant.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa felt A'dele shift from behind her, carried with the force. Blocking another attempt at her life she reached out to the Zabrak to find her in pain. She cast a quick glance at her to see her rising from the ground. "Feth!" she spat as she tried to locate her attacker whilst dealing with her own. She found him hovering behind the others.

Splitting her attention left her open for another wound but she had no choice, to ignore it would cost the padawan her life. She wrapped her mind around a nearby rock and flung it full force at the Sith's head. It connected with a sickening crack and dropped him like a ton of bricks. The other began to retreat and Rosa realised Darron had killed their leader.

Deactivating her sabers she sank to her knees, finally allowing her exhaustion and pain to be realised. Though A'dele fast healing had slowed the bleeding from the wounds on her sides it hadn't stopped it. "A'dele." she managed to say though her tongue felt thick and very much like it didn't belong "I need your assistance."

The journey back would be a painful one, she could feel Darron crumbling at the edges and she very much doubted that he would last the journey without cracking. She needed as much healing done between here and Tython as possible so that she could support him.

 

[Delila Castillon]

@[member="Flint Pherson"] | @[member="Davin Jusik"]

Delila was directing traffic so to speak, making sure their defenses were tight enough so the explosives could be planted. Waves of enemy soldiers had slowed to a near crawl, leaving the Captain to wonder if the fight on the water was the last ditch effort by said enemy. Not wanting to let her mind wander too far, Delila heard the Commander shout, telling her to blow the generator.

Reaching the detonator, Delila wasted no time to get to the point. "Fire in the hole!"

With those words-and making sure everyone was clear of the blast radius, she depressed the button. The explosion rang through the air, smoke started to rise. The shield generator was dead. Victory was theirs.

 

[Adele Adonai]

@[member="Rosa Mazhar"]

Sweet air filled her lungs as A'dele tumbled to the ground. She lay there on all fours, struggling to breath. From above, she heard the pained voice of Knight Mazhar. Taking a deep breath, she rose a bit unsteadily to her feet. She collected her saber and hooked it to her belt.

Winded, bruised, and with red marks now lining her throat, A'dele went to Rosa, taking her arm, she took the bulk of the woman's weight as she helped her. Revitalize would not heal wounds quickly, but merely would give an extra bit of energy. Healing with the Force would only speed up the natural healing process, not instant seal. Rosa will need proper medical attention now.

"I got you." she croaked in a hoarse voice, making her way towards a safer location where medics and Jedi healers could aid them.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

@[member="Flint Pherson"] / All

The last wave was upon them, it was up to the fighters to wipe up the stragglers. Some were retreating-Judah let those go, he was only focused on the ones still actively fighting and on his radar. Getting on the tail of one, he immediately blew the engines on the ancient craft, causing the pilot to start a crash landing towards the planet. Judah was trying to take out the last few humanely,letting him crash back onto Onderon soil and potentially give themselves up.

More ships had arrived on scene and Judah's squadron was called back to their homeship. Flipping around, he made his way for the capital ship, coming to rest in its bay. He got out-weary and ready for a break. Good thing the battle was about finished. Most of his squadron seemed to had made it as well-always a bonus.