The Red Tide Rises ( Galactic Alliance Dominion of Keres I )

[Ugohr Poof]

Post: 4/20
Objective: 2

"Oh, mesa seeing a malfunctionin hypermatter reservoir: issa must be empty by now" Ugohr told [member="Noah Corek"] over comm.

Even though the leaking hypermatter reservoir Ugohr was referring to was a reservoir that was intended to supply the fighter complement with hypermatter, in a pinch the reactors of the ship could use hypermatter from that particular reservoir. Long story short, the emergency fuel reserves have been punctured and there were multiple things wrong with the ship, all of which pertain to power generation on some level. Life support wasn't power hungry in the slightest: the most power-hungry items onboard are the ship's hyperdrive, sublight engines, shield generators and weapons. These four items (really three: hyperdrive and sublight drives are mutually exclusive from a power supply standpoint) would take up almost all the energy onboard in combat. Normally where there is an hypermatter leak, the area in which the leak occured must be under lockdown; there is something amiss - perhaps the hypermatter leaks occured over a wider area than the hangar alone. But perhaps that was the reason why Ugohr was to be sent alone, rather than with backup.

"Whatever wesa dealen with, issa something dat eats ships' power supplies. Wesa need to inspect da main hypermatter reservoirs. There-sa could be duey more leaks in da power conduits on top of that una: una in da emitter circuits of da hyperspace radio, una near da main hypermatter reservoirs"

 

[Liliane]

[ 12 ]

Lilin saw the Padawan failing to deal with the sithspawn as well, but she couldn't help. The pain was something unbearable and she was probably infected as well, at least by the feels of it. The pain was no usual one and she was pretty sure the claws of those creatures could have been acidic or something. Otherwise the wound would have hurt as hell.

She could have used the power of the Dark Side she knew was inside her to get through this fight, but she would not do that. Now that she was so close to the complete eradication of her natural corruption, she wouldn't just make things worse again. She would have to do something else.

Force Healing was a good ability when one could use it. Lilin definitely couldn't, but she had to try anyway. If she didn't, she could risk with the lives of both her own and Varien's. There was no way she would let either of them get hurt any more.

Placing her left hand over her shoulder, she focused the energy she had, despite the constant searing pain, on the shoulder. The Force was a mystical thing which she knew she could use, but which she couldn't use well. She was a fighter for a reason. Or maybe she just didn't know that she could now use the Force better because she had not bothered to use it that much?

She could feel the energy moving around her wound, altering her flesh. It all happened too slowly, though. She didn't have so much time to spare because there were still a few of these people there.

She would have to try a different method. And that was to use telepathy on one of the Rogues.

Stopping focusing on her Force Heal, she directed the energy to another place, trying her best to get into the minds of at least one Rogue flying near them and tell them the message. She knew it was difficult, most of them Rogues weren't Force Sensitive, but she had to try anyway.

"Save us..." she thought.

[ [member="Varien Moxla"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] ]​

 

[Asmus Janes]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xzqTz_i1NXQ​

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"Well I damn well told you the repulsor didn't sit right in its mounting!" Asmus chastised his droid. "Well you should have listened. Now I can't get a damn stable shot in from stationary. Yes, exactly my plan. Going to use the etheric rudders for stability but that means building some speed."

His starfighter was coming down after picking up some altitude. In the distance the combatants would see his ship bank and level out, a plume of dust as his repulsors kicked in. He came flying in low and the roar of his engines diminished to a low whine as he almost cruised the remaining distance. He held a direct course now, nose fixed on his target. Loud, straight and true, the teeth painted down the side of his nose becoming visible. This was usually the point where ground forces started to realise they were in for a bad day and began running or soiling themselves, but the sithspawn knew no better.

Asmus didn't know what the beasts were, but he had some fundamental truths. One of those was that when the nose-mounted rotary cannon started spinning, unless the thing in front of it had capital grade shields or a few metres of armour plating, it wasn't going to be there when the cannon stopped spinning. As he closed he felt a sudden urgency about his task, but couldn't put his finger on why.

He didn't even aim the cannon itself. he'd already marked his targets and the astromech chose the path of the canon to join the dots. He simply pulled down on the trigger. Debris was flung into the air as he passed over low. A great scar of devastation across the ground in his wake. His left hand pushed the throttle forwards as he passed and engines roared into life, giving him altitude for the turn and another past. Hot air and and unbelievable noise washed over everything behind him.

"Mark them for medevac!" he shouted to the droid. On his augmented reality hud a digital plume of green smoke appeared above the melee as it was marked on the tactical map. "Ground forces, you have medevac shuttle coming in. Five minutes."

Asmus loaded a concussion missile and came around for another pass. "Lock missile on that group of lifeforms closing, scan for new targets for a second pass. Choli hit them now."

[member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Varien Moxla"] | @Asmus Janes | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Choli Vyn"]

 

[Saffron]

Elsewhere in the Galaxy...
Dagobah
PharmaTech Expansion to Dagobah


With the relative closeness to other PharmaTech BioDome Facility there, it would make it easier to build upon Dagobah. There, they had a large bio-agricultural force with the Morodin, Ithorians, and the Ho'Dins of Moltok. It would be the Morodin, however, that would provide the key research and experimentation at once again bringing fertility to the impoverished toxic marshes of Dagobah swamps.

Once the plants for the construction of the bio-dome were underway, the next part of the plan was to detail how the Morodins will commence their research. The data on the swamps would prove invaluable, and would allow them to figure out how to neutralize those toxins or remove them. Most would at first consider the Morodins to be rather curious creatures, but they were vital to this program.

Morodins were a species of large, sentient herbivores. Often mistaken for massive herd animals, the Morodins had long, slender bodies that could grow up to twenty meters in length. They possessed six legs and two forearms, as well as a wide spoon-shaped snout. The most distinctive feature of the Morodins was their ability to secrete a nutrient slime trail that promoted growth and mutation in plant life that it covered. The composition of the secretion varied with the Morodin's diet, and they were always experimenting with new combinations by eating plants, exuding the secretion to create a new, more nutritious, strain of flora which then entered their food chain.

 

[Ava Solborne]

[ 13 ]

Fire could keep one warm. Everybody knew that.

Why else would Ava be on a planet unable to host most life, sitting beside her ship near a lighted campfire? She had come to the planet not for business or for pleasure. She was there for one reason only -- take a small break and then continue on with her journey.

The fire rattled. It was the tongue of the fire. Ava couldn't speak it yet.

She knew there was something going on in the planet system. There were ships everywhere, there was tension in the air. Not the usual one she felt, but something she was not familiar with. It was a tension of a clash of the Light and the Dark. It was fear and it was confusion. There was much confusing on the planet, indeed.

Ava smirked as she looked at the fire.

"Some day you will tell me what you know," she spoke to it, adding one more piece of wood to the blazing fire. For now, she had to rely on natural sources to make fire. Soon she would be able to use her own energy for that.

And that day would be near.

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Ugohr Poof"]

Post: 4
Objective: 2

Four Aegis-class Gunships Approaching the ANS Bestine ETA 1 Minute

"Well shit. If they feed on hypermatter that might mean we have a problem." Noah said over the comms to the Gungan general and then looked over to the holotable that was in the middle of the gunships bay. It was more accurate to say he was looking at the the four platoon leaders that made up the company in the four gunships. All four of them were veterans of several campaigns against the Fringe, the Feds and even the Bando Gora. "Alright listen up we're one minute out from Bestine. Data gathered by sensor readings are reporting that they might have power coupling failures and are out of hypermatter so I'm gonna be splitting the company up to deal with the problems."

"Lieutenant Williams. You and 4th Platoon will land in the hangar closest to the engines and inspect the engines and see if you engineers can't fix them." Noah informed her before she nodded and her hologram blinked out of exsistence.

"Lieutenant Alenko. You and 3rd Platoon will secure the cargo hold and see if the supplies that were to be delivered to the planet are still there. If they are check for tampering." Noah informed the Lieutenant and watched as his hologram flickered out.

"Lieutenant Vega. You and 2nd Platoon will secure the hangar and remain in the hangar until exfil. We don't know what will be in that ship so I'd rather have out gunships watched and protected rather than have more hands searching the ship." The Lieutenant nodded like the others before flickering out as well.

Noah looked at the final leader who was the only leader not in hologram form due to the fact he was on the gunship with Noah. Captain John Shepard was well known through the Pyre. Serving from Dahomey to Gehenna he was highly decorated with at least one of every combat award one could get from the Pyre and Protectorate. Though not technically the company commander people in the company trusted him over their usual commander, a fact that was making Noah consider putting him up for promotion. "Captain. After we secure the Hanger me and you will take the bridge and found out what exactly happened here."

 

[Saffron]

Elsewhere in the Galaxy...
Dagobah
PharmaTech Expansion to Dagobah

Much like the swamps on Sump, they would have to pay special attention. Swamps were a very delicate balance of life between flora and fauna.

Acid-loving bacteria thrive in sour, acidic places and can help to dissolve metal. Therefore they are often used for industrial metal extraction. Acidithibacilli are very powerful, for example, copper is extracted with these microorganisms. But they can also cause environmental problems, for example with abandoned mine sites.

The special property of acid-loving bacteria was that they can live in extremely acidic places, highly polluted with metals, where no other organisms can survive. They also have a natural capacity to solubilize metal ores and are often used for industrial metal extraction.

This meant that PharmaTech in conjunction with Browncoat Industries were going to have to use research on swamp microorganisms’ metabolism worked in order to hopefully, be able at the very least, gain more insight on these swamp biomes.

 

[Varien Moxla]

[11]

The young Kiffar was stuck underneath one of the Sithspawn. There was the sound of something drawing closer, but he failed to realize that it was actually [member="Asmus Janes"] swooping in even lower to begin peppering the ground around him and the group of Sithspawn that were charging him and [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] to likely finish the job they had formerly started. He was able to wrestle himself onto his back, a punch here and there as he struggled and wrestled with the being atop of him.

Headbutting the beast, he threw the person off of him as he scrambled towards his heavy blaster pistol, but when he saw the ship out of the corner of his eye coming back around, he dove down to the heavy blaster pistol, snatching it up into his grasp and spinning in the air to release a blind shot behind him in the general direction of the beast he had thrown off him previously.

Either he was that good, or the Force guided his hand as the bolt blew out the back of the creature's head. Breathing heavily, he crawled across the ground a few metres closer to the Jedi Master before he slumped onto his side. Not because he was injured, but rather because he was tired... Maybe he was injured. There was plenty of dirt and scratches coating his features, but nothing as serious as what the Master was working with...

 

[Liliane]

[ 14 ]

At least the sithspawn seemed to be taking heavy damage and dying. Her vision was blurry, so she couldn't really see too well. Something told her that they were all gone now, but she couldn't be sure. No matter what she would have wanted to do, though, she couldn't fight with such a shoulder. The blurriness didn't even matter to her -- she'd fought in the dark before and it hadn't been too difficult. It just took a lot more focus.

Putting her hand back on the shoulder, she gathered the Force to coat her injury. Fixing that would take some time and most likely some help from a Jedi Healer, but she was sure it wasn't anything too crucial. That is unless she got infected.

Feeling how the Padawan came up to her and laid himself there, she thought to ask, "How are you? Well?" Of course 'well' didn't mean completely healthy in this situation. It meant something like 'I'm still alive' this time.

They would get aid in just a matter of minutes. She would have to endure the pain so long. She would have to provide some first aid to her wound shoulder. If it never did completely heal or if it would have effects on her fighting skills, she had no idea what she would do.

She was no Consular. She couldn't live without fight.

[ [member="Varien Moxla"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] ]​

 

[Ava Solborne]

[ 15 ]

Ava looked up from the fire and at the barren landscape. The sadness lack of life made Ava feel was enormous. She hated being on worlds which had nothing but dunes and fields. She wanted forests, she wanted waterfalls, she wanted anything but barrenness.

"So bright the fire is," she muttered to herself. She had learned to keep herself accompanied. There was just nobody else she could talk to besides the fire and herself. And she knew the fire didn't speak the same language. The great barrier between the two had never before felt more heartbreaking than now.

She took a log from the campfire, one of its ends lit on fire. She let her hand move around the flame, feeling its warmth, molding its shape with her bare hands. The Force, as many people called it, was nothing to her. What really mattered was the fire.

Her eyes got lost in the burning ember of the flame, her hand taking the fire off the log and holding it there on her palm. It was hot, but not unbearable. She wouldn't get hurt, she knew that. The fire wouldn't burn her as long as she focused on it. She would not let it hurt her, the fire would not want to hurt her.

She smirked once again.

"One day, everything will be set on fire."

She raised the hand into air and then threw the flame right back into the campfire, causing a small harmless explosion in the fire for a moment.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Post: 5/20
Objective: 2

Ouch. Power coupling failures, hypermatter leaks, it was a matter of time until the ship's occupants would wither and die. If it could be fixed, it would be. It could be a number of things: a subspace rift (but subspace rifts can also displace an entire planet out of position) or its resulting quakes, a being that targeted/ate hypermatter, being the two most likely possibilities, although internal sabotage wouldn't be ruled out either. Ugohr was headed towards the main communications array, which was actually rather close to the bridge, but felt it was prudent to wait until the hangar was secured. If the gunships were safe, with a platoon guarding it, he would then go to the conning tower and check anything out of the ordinary alongside [member="Noah Corek"] and Cpt. Shepard. But a power conduit failure that affected the main communications array would likely affect the bridge as well. In actuality, on all Acclamators, the main communications array was located just behind the bridge. A few minutes later, he goes up to the location of the main bridge turbolift, in an attempt to access it:

"Bridge turbolift inoperative: whatever affect da main communications array, will affect da bridge too. Wesa need to inspect da communications array on da way to da bridge; issa just behind da bridge"

 

[Ava Solborne]

[ 16 ]

Ava took a book out of the bag she was carrying with her. It was not as good as a holocron would have been, but it was a trusty little keeper of information, so she didn't have much against it being in the book of a form.

"Fire, devour it," she said as she ripped a page out of it and threw it into the bonfire. She didn't need the page anymore. She had studied it so much that she could recite it by heart now. Believing the fire could make her grasp the knowledge even faster, she often threw pages of this book into the fire. Of course she wrote all the information down into another notebook so that she could take their pages off and burn them when the first book was gone.

She would keep carrying on with the cycle until she could finally understand the language fire spoke.

"Oh why so mystical, you heat of the gods?" she asked, knowing the flame couldn't answer her question no matter how much she would have wanted it to. It was a bonfire, she couldn't just talk to it and expect it to talk back. That's not how things worked if you knew no language of the fire.

The book in her hands, the girl watched as the flame slowly devoured the page.

"Good."

 

[LT-137]

Upended and thrown to the cinnamon soil as if he were some creature's plaything, Gideon felt a thunderous crack reverberate within the confines of his helmet. The sound was of his armored bulk smashing into a small gathering of rocks, recently revealed by the ensuing storm of windblown dust. He was lucky that the suit was able to withstand such earthly gravitic torment - were the suit made of lesser quality materials, the Major would've been dead. As his display flickered and threatened to leave him blinded, the Soldier could see a small flicker of surprise ripple through his attacker's beady obsidian eyes. Apparently, it was sentient enough to think that it's prey should've died, and that was worrisome.

Acknowledging the threat this pallid skinned beast posed, he blinked away the data filled display and struck out with his entombed leg. The cold sweeping kiss of metal had taken the creature by surprise, much like his survival had, and placed the two figures on equal footing. Now on the ground, the wiry beast snaked his limbs around the Major's and sought to overpower the armor-clad soldier with its inhuman strength. They rolled about in the dirt, each fighting to garner some advantage over the other, but as time began to bleed away from them - the creature was losing its ability to keep up. It seems the organic boon that had been bestowed on the beast wasn't meant to last in a prolonged engagement.

That was when Gideon heard the thing laugh.

"Something funny?" He growled as the beast's claw almost found purchase atop his breastplate. Eyes of the darkest ebony shot towards the Major's visor and peered through the polychromatic lens. Even though the glasteel, they bore into the silvered azure orbs of the Balmorran. Pallid Flesh pressed against the curvature of his helmet and enveloped his vision, blocking out the light from the orbiting alien star. "Something funny," It snarled, almost imitating the vitriol in the Soldier's tone perfectly. A failed experiment perhaps? Gideon couldn't tell, but while that would've been an interesting notion of delving into, now wasn't the appropriate time. Not when the creature's fanged maw sought to bite through his visor, and it was taking all the strength he could muster to keep the beasts arms at bay.

As the alchemically modified animal's jaws began to close, Gideon shot his head forward and struck at the creature before he was able to sink his teeth into the cabling around his neck. It recoiled with a yelp of pain, scattering broken enamel shards into the dust-strewn surface beneath. In that moment of weakness, the Sith-spawned creature met its end at the edge of a brilliant ochre blade, severing it's reeling head with one superheated stroke. Tossing the now powerless remains from his armored form, the Major roused himself from the rusted earth and looked into the battle-crazed eyes of his savior. Rip and tear. What a curious statement. Nevertheless, the Balmorran nodded his thanks and fought against the rising urge to reprimand the man for his conduct in the field.

With such distractions pushed aside, the Soldier leveled his repeater at the closest creature and unloaded several bolts of superheated plasma into its torso. Riddled with smoking craters of smoldering carbon, Gideon began mowing down those that got too close to his person. As the barrel of his weapon began to radiate billowing trails of scorched ozone, the armored hulk turned his gaze towards the Bladesman as he gave rise to his disbelief about the numbers they now faced.

"Stow it, Soldier!" The Major Barked. "Regroup and move towards the Beacon. The longer we stay out here, the more of these things will come." Swapping out the suit's vocabulator for that out the squadron-level comms, the Son of Balmorra made the attempt to establish a connection with nearby elements on the ground. To no avail, none were reached. The interference from the ensuing storm would swallow them whole, and leave them stranded if they couldn't get to the Beacon. Thus, with nothing but static on many of the channels, the Major wirelessly patched into his savior's unit and listened as the figure in the distance called out for the Major's status.

"He's doing just fine." Gideon snarled over the link as another beast strived to knock him off balance once again. Knowing better, the Balmorran turned his opponent's weight against him and snapped the taloned arm that sought to find purchase, before driving the barrel of his rapidly cooling repeater into the wounded Sithspawn's chest. "Now start clearing a path to that rise. Take the high ground and we can see about getting out of here!" Depressing the firing mechanism, the death howl of the creature matched the high-octave whine of his blaster cannon cycling to life, filling the surrounding air with inhuman noise.

Nearby: [member="Tobias Wrynn"] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Varien Moxla"]​

 

[Varien Moxla]

[12]

The young Kiffar sat there silently as he looked at the large amount of death that surrounded them. There were a little more than a dozen of the Sithspawn around them. Thankfully, his blaster worked on them, lse he would've been in for a big problem. But the Master, Lilin, had also given him her lightsabre to use. Shooting a look over to her when she asked her question, he frowned.

"How do I feel? Like I woke up from a wonderful sleep," he said with a large grin on his features directed to her as he climbed back up to his feet and immediately began trudging through the corpses. Flipping an occasional body here and there, he finally found what he was looking for and produced the lightsabre hilt and held it up in the air as if it were a trophy. "Found it!" He cried out triumphantly. He waded back through the bodies to the Jedi Master and offered her own weapon back to her.

[member="Lilin Imperieuse"]

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

[04]

Unlike most Alliance trained commandos, Draco had a notorious penchant for melee combat. In the face of known dangerous and even deadly alien biology, he still fought like a madman and danced away from graceless efforts to rend his flesh. "Copy that, Major," the blade savant called back over his comm unit. "The adrenaline got a little high, I started to bug out." It was painful admission and one the young man disliked giving on the same channel as Wrynn, but he made it nonetheless. "My stims are used up," he reported.

The dark skinned Bestinian grabbed the blaster carbine from his back and brought it to bear on the line of strange entities that unfolded between them and their rally point insatiably. "But I'm not dead yet," he muttered, a barely audible sentiment that drowned beneath the virgin breath of his vicious armament. One bolt after another tore through the lines and the acrid stench of melted and charred flesh sizzled skyward. Colonel Raith had given the order to advance, and their advance would not be stopped.

Come hell or high water, Alliance Defense Force infantrymen would always accomplish their mission.

One shot after another found their mark between the eyes of hideous, warped beasts that charged toward Wrynn with reckless abandon. The mercenary kept a chilling level of calm as he stalked forward through a sea of corpses that amassed around him. The pistol was far less effective than a heavier weapon, but in the hands of a skilled marksman it was no less lethal. The trio cut a swath through the daemon horde and pressed toward the Beacon.

Sands cracked under his steps as Wrynn deftly leaned away from a lengthy natural blade. He grappled the beast by the forearms. He gave ground as the monstrous strength of his enemy surprised him. Tobias gritted his teeth as he maneuvered his body in an attempt not be overwhelmed.

A stray bolt from Draco's carbine came to his aide. Wrynn watched the life leave his enemy's eyes as the corpse sloughed to the dirt. "Move," the Merchant Soldier growled as he stepped over the still warm body and held his gun low. "Don't bother with engaging them, they're just trying to swarm us."

Wrynn started to sprint.

Hundreds of blips on his HUD indicated new adversaries every second. They rose from the dirt and caverns along the landscape and sped toward the soldiers at high speed. Grunts and growls rose from their toothy grimaces, and screams resonated through the air. Hazy, lurid crimson eyes and spittle that sizzled as it dripped from their jaws snapped at Wrynn, and he took potshots every so often to help clear the way.

As they reached the foot of the hills, Wrynn took stock of their group and made certain Draco had not been wounded. Major Raith was well protected by his monstrous armor and powerful weapons tech, so he was much less worried about the officer than the other man in his unit. "Status report, Draco," he grunted.

"Doing fine, Wrynn," came the short response. "Worry about yourself."

Sorry for being concerned, Tobias thought skeptically.

The mountain path was littered with small and large rocks intermittently, and offered few stable footholds for them to utilize. Still, it was paramount that they reach its apex, so Wrynn twisted round and took aim toward the ever growing mass of foes. "Almost there," he called out, "I'll cover you. Get to the Beacon!"

Nearby: [member="Gideon Raith"] (Immediate)​

 

[Sal Katarn]

Mission to Keres
- Entry 1.

A glob of sonic energy slammed into a sithspawn. The overpressure blew apart its gastrointestinal tract and sent the thing hurtling backward. I watched in grim satisfaction, cranking my sonic carbine for another shot as we pushed our way toward the high ground.

That's how I remember Keres. Alchemically altered nightmares barreling out of nowhere to np at our heels as we raced toward safety. You killed as many as you could, but it didn't matter. There'd always be another two from where the dead one came.

Technically, I was not even supposed to be here. In my matte black armor and red visor I stuck out like a sore thumb. Space Ops Marines did not, as a rule, support ground troops. Unfortunately for me - and the toon I'd been attached to - some brass higher up had decided they were strapped for SF on Keres and sent me instead.

Do you know how it feels, knowing you're expendable? Because when it came right down to it, that's what I was, a pricey, but expendable S.O.M. Otherwise known by the troops as a 'Vachead.' Although, to be honest, I'm not even a real marine. Oh, I've got the bird and dagger on my shoulders, but I am something... else.

One of hands shot out, grabbing a sithspawn that came at me by the throat. Slavering jaws sprayed spittle as it snapped at me. I squeezed my hand and crushed its throat, then I tossed it aside like a lump of garbage. The fingers of my hand curled and uncurled.

This is what I mean. I'm not even sure I'm human anymore and I don't know my own limitations. It was exciting for the first week, until I nearly dislocated my buddy's arm when I clapped him on the shoulder. The only thing I do know is that they gave me this body for one reason and one reason only: to kill the enemies of the Alliance.

Another globe of energy wobbled from my carbine, shattering the skull of a demon.

I'm pretty good at it.
[member="Gideon Raith"] | [member="Tobias Wrynn"]

 

[Elaine Thul]

Objective:3 Check out a different distress becon (sorry late to the party been busy)
Post: 1

https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/420945896392368105/

Elaine had been trying to build up her vehicles, and this was good opportunity to test them. H.T.E. M.I.S.V. MkI was designed to move her troops around, and give them limited support. She had come here to help the Galactic Alliance find out what was going on this dead world, as beacons have come on. She had been given a different beacon to main body of the force, but she had enough troops to deal with it. She had come with a regiment Thul infantry, all in there ground transports. Most of her transports had one had a full platoon in, a few some just the command element. She was in just a one, with a few of her house carls. As they would not all fit in one vehicle, power armour took up to much room. They would be approaching there beacon soon enough though, and then they would start figuring out what was going on.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Varien Moxla"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | @Choli Vyn

[ Lock missile on that group of lifeforms closing, scan for new targets for a second pass. Choli hit them now. ]

He didn't have to tell her twice.

[ Copy that Nine. ] her voice chirped out, and the young woman brought her HUD up into view. It gave a slight click as it locked into place, the cross hairs lining up to their target. A small blob beeped out, and as they neared, Choli flipped the safety cover from her trigger.

As they flew low and came in, the girl pulled back the trigger for the first pass. Laser fire struck down, lancing the landscape and sending the creatures flying. Whatever they were, they were now in tiny bits.

A swoosh and she banked port. They were going to head for a second pass.

 

[LT-137]

Hatred was a potent weapon when yoked to the right purpose. The Major had learned this to be true during his days within the One Sith Empire, and how his former Commander had taught him to feed off his emotions as fuel, pushing himself further than ever before. When the Sithspawn had rushed forward seeking to claim his life and feast upon his supple flesh, Gideon could feel the fires within his soul begin to spread. His armored fingers clenched as the creature's feet thundered into the rusted dunes, waiting for the moment to present itself. Scant seconds later, the Beast threw its arms wide, as if it sought to challenge its prey's strength before it claimed his life.

As the threat index had cycled live and filled his vision with a pulsating crimson light, the Major's gauntleted fist struck out with an audible mechanical purr. Electrified fiber-bundles hardened upon impact, rupturing flesh and bone as the former Stormtrooper's hand connected. A deafening howl burst forth from the creature's fanged maw as it thrown into the air - only to be abruptly cut short when the now rapidly cooling corpse had crushed two of its kin beneath the deadly combination of gravitic forces.

The sight of the kill had drawn the Major's lips into a thin serpentine smile, which swiftly faded as more creatures swarmed across their fallen kin. There was no end to this sea of alchemical flesh, but as disheartening as the sight was - Gideon considered it a target-rich environment. None of his bolts would miss, and every burst that he furiously unleashed tore into the enemy. The murderous deed had become so monotonous, that without even realizing it the former Stormtrooper's thunderous tread had slammed his back into a rocky escarpment. Tossing a glance towards the distant edge as his mind drew back from the simplicity of the moment, the former Stormtrooper ejected the spent cell from his weapon and slammed the last of his power-pak's into the external housing.

"We've reached the Plateau. Get your arses behind me and start up that cliffside. It's my turn to cover you."

Moving forward and positioning himself between his battle-born comrades, Gideon became their bulwark. A towering mass of sage-encrusted armor that seethed with the fires hate. There he would stand his ground against the rising red tides, and let loose a fiery roar with every volley that burst forth from his weapon.

He would buy his brothers the time they needed to scale the ridge, and should the fates be willing; the Major would join them soon after.

Nearby: [member="Tobias Wrynn"] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member="Amnon"] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Varien Moxla"]​

Overhead: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Asmus Janes"]​

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Post: 1
Objective: 1

He had been mostly silent this expedition, clad in non-descript armor with lightsaber hidden, concealing his abilities. The Force whispered in his ear, begging for release. To be used. Even with the training from [member="Darron Wraith"] in vapaad, and the lessons learned otherwise, the Corellian still felt the Dark Side all too easily. But he couldn't just leave warfare behind really, not even close. It sang in his veins and called to him, just like the former Grandmaster had described. So now he decided to end with pretenses when he saw Gideon step forward to make a doubtful last stand, to try and buy time for the others to get out of there.

No on died alone. Gideon might be virtually unknown to him, but he had researched him before he sort of... Added himself.... To the mission... Stalwart, strong and reliable. A good soldier by every account and dialogue. So when he stepped beside him, he said nothing. Technically he wasn't in the chain of command, but an NJO attache. Even if nothing said that anywhere, by his request. It was a way to see if he could resist the pull of the Dark Side, this fight... So far he had, but now more was needed of him. More was demanded of him. Good men and women and comrades might perish in the Force-forsaken place it he didn't step up.

Walking forward, he flexed his hands and nodded to the Major, but still remained silent. A moment later, two hilts jerked from armored boots up into his hands, his vanguard armor sorely missed in this case. But he would make do with what he had on. It wasn't like he stayed in one place for very long to get hit anyway. A moments time to collect his breath, the unbearable heat and rush of energy as Vapaad fed the darkness into him and out of him in a loop of power and emotion he was both part of and yet separate from. Moments later another step would come, and the two cylinders in his hand would rise, both igniting with a harsh snap-hiss and blinding light, one silver-green, and one blinding violet.

"Reinforcements, Major"

And with a surge in the Force, as if a wrinkle in time, Julius was suddenly gone... He appeared to the side of Gideon, twin blades spinning and arcing in light. Wherever he was, chaotic blurs and hums followed in erratic patterns, and limbs and monstrosities fell screaming. It was as if the dakrness of those he fought only amplified his abilities even more, the mastery of combat clear as he blurred from stance to stance, kill to kill. Most were clean stabs to the temporal region, or beheadings, and if they continued to live they began to lose limbs and entrails. Beneath the helmet, the Corellian was smiling, walking and riding the razors edge in the fight, and still staying on the side of the light.

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Nearby: [member="Tobias Wrynn"] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member="Gideon Raith"] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member=Amnon] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Varien Moxla"]​

Overhead: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Asmus Janes"]​