The Republic Counter-Invasion of Prakith [Republic vs. One Sith]

[Kana Truden]

P R A K I T H​

The Republic vs. The One Sith​

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZfRUr9Q41I​

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[OOC DISCUSSION]​

Prakith -- Weapon test site and the former capital of the One Sith. It’s location on the borders to the Republic and the way it had cut through the territory like an infected wound had long been a thorn in the Republic’s side. It was the splinter that needed a pulling, the wire that needed a cutting. It was a key location to the One Sith’s operations and to strike at it would without doubt cause problems for the Sith one way or the other.

But it was still a fortress world. A planet filled with nothing but men and women alike who would gladly give themselves for the just cause that was the One Sith. Sithspawn and vong ready to kill for their masters. Acolytes, Knights and Lords that had honed their ability for war. It was a planet designed, made and operated for war.

But that would soon change…

In transit through hyperspace soared the valiant heroes of the Galactic Republic -- the vanguards of justice and order. Ship after ship filled with nothing but their finest soldiers ready to liberate Prakith from the clutches of evil. To put an end to what was an important part of the One Sith.

They all knew the risks. It was a daring move and the higher-ups knew it very well could go either way. Today would be history written in blood as it had been so many times before. It was a day to right the mistakes of the past. This was for Teta, Coruscant, Alderaan, Zeltros and Manaan. This was for the fallen and forgotten. This was for the spirit of the Republic, but most of all it was for revenge.

No longer would the Republic sit idly by and take the hits. No longer would it fiddle it’s thumbs as the Sith’s armada of sithspawn and vong grew larger for every passing day. No longer would it stand to see the horrors that were the sith run rampant through the galaxy.

It was time for a change in the tides of war and the time for change was now.

For the Republic!

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The terms:

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- Time Frame: 2 Weeks, beginning Feb. 15th and ending Feb. 28th.
Called on the 28th but a one week extension can be added if all admins agree.

- 5 allies only and will follow the Character Aide rules as stated here.

- Two characters allowed per writer.
Characters belonging to more than one major faction must be fully active in the respective One Sith and Republic Faction during the month of January to be considered part of the faction

- 3 Objectives.
Objective 1: Prak City Spaceport

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  Republic - Takeover and Secure Spaceport.
  
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  Sith - Defend spaceport from occupation.
  
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  Destruction of spaceport equates to a draw.
  

Objective 2: Citadel Inquisitorious

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  Republic - Destroy the Citadel
  
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  Sith - Defend the Citadel
  

Objective 3: Fleet Battle Limit 8000m

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  Republic - Destroy or force enemy command ship to retreat
  
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  Sith - Destroy or force enemy command ship to retreat
  

- Post headers indicating Location, Objective, Enemies, Allies are required.

- Anyone controlling NPC forces and NPC Beast hoards should indicate a separate heading in their posts for the NPCs unit number (as in quantity), location, and target/enemy.

- Massive beasts will have their own post, header, and appropriately tagged.
If large beasts not been roleplayed there before the start of the Prakith Counter Invasion Negotiations ( 2/8/15), then the 5 post requirement holds. However, those who have had roleplayed in Prakith before are able to start there from the get go.


- Start the invasion with the Republic fleet engaging the One Sith Fleet.
Republic may rp arriving into the system much like in Manaan and interacting right with the fleet from the get go but not on the ground objectives.


- 24 hour reply window for characters engaged in combat with enemies.

Questions

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  What happens if there is a draw in one objective and a win on each of the other objectives?
  

If 2/3 objectives are won by one side, that equates to a win, as agreed upon for Kashyyyk. If there seems to be a draw in two objectives by the end of the two weeks, I would recommend either an extension or asking a neutral RPJ to come in and pass judgement.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: En route
Objective: Destroy the Citadel
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Arumi Zy"]
Enemies: Anyone who's not a pub.



The M45 was heavy, but hit harder than any of the other rifles that Preliat knew. For a blaster, it was reliable. Preliat was waiting, silently with Vilaz. He looked over at him. They were in a separate part of the staging area on the ship, waiting. He had his helmet off, but he would put it on when other Pubs or Jedi came around. He wore his armor like a skin, especially around Non-Mandalorians. He blinked, checking the weapon's charge. He pulled the bolt back, the charger pack locking into place, and the weapon hummed for a moment, as it was ready to deliver high-impact laser death to those whom it would target. He turned over to Arumi, nodding. The three would do their best to deliver on their promise for help.


"Vilaz, Arumi. Glad you could make it."


Arumi had earned trust and respect from Preliat. A feat that deserved praise. He turned towards them both, rubbing his crushgaunt adorned hands together. He had an M45, his tomahawk, his Ori'ramikad knife on his left forearm, and the flamethrower on his right. Jetpack, and two Westar-34s that he was more than comfortable with. He did not know about Arumi and Vilaz's armaments, but he trusted them as Mandalorians and warriors.


"We're going to get vengeance, and do what the Republic has failed to do. Also, show off a bit. Vilaz, I will forever honor you if you hook up with a Jedi. You too, Arumi."

 

[Darth Isolda]

Location: Objective Two - Defend the citadel -- Meditation Chamber within the Citadel.
Objective: Immersing herself into Farsight meditation and analyzing the near future. Surrounded by One Sith personal Guards, Vahla Handmaidens, and Vong Slayers.
Allies: One Sith

1. [member="Lady Exedō"]
2. [member="Darth Vornskr"]
3. [member="Darth Nephthys"]
4. [member="Harley"]
5. [member="Randial"]
6. [member="Yusan Fenn"]
7. [member="Sena Lassiter"]
8. [member="SV-421"]
9. 
   [member="GC-9001"]
   

Enemies: The Republic
Music: Imperatrix Mundi

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T H E C I T A D E L ​

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T͟h́e̡ ͏Ora̶c҉lé's͞ w͞or̨d̛s͘ stand a̡s ҉a war͠n͞i̢n҉g͢.͘..​

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A shudder. ​

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Th҉e J̛edì ̢Ơrd̡er ͟wil̢l͏ fa͞ll.̴​

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͜A̴l̡l͜ o͢f t̵h͘e ͏R̵epubli̧c̴ wi͠l͜l ̡f̛aļl​

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A warning. ​

A͟n͘d on҉l͝y͡ ̴sub̸missio҉n̨ ̶w̢o͢ul͠d ̡sav̨e th̢em͡.
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A promise. ​

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̴A̸nd a ͏tidàl ̢w̵a͠v̷e o͡f H͟ero̡e͏s̷ ́b̀l̸o̢o̢d̢. ​

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Those words were pulsing through the Eye of the Dark Lord’s mind as the Chosen of Vahl sat seeping herself into a deep mediation. The power of the Darkside was coursing through her veins like a white hot putrid ooze, flowing and dancing through her nervous system until every cell within her body was consumed by that dark energy.


Few could hold a candle to the Oracle blessed by the Bogan Goddess Vahla, an now, an extension of the Dark Lord’s power. The gift of farsight augmented by the Sorcerers of Rhand’s blessings of Darksight forged Darth Isolda into a manifestation of prophetic manipulations, able to decidedly pick the best option among the metaphysical hall of mirrors that was time.

From here, she would be able to broaden her mental reach to give the One Sith an edge. Who would join, who would aide, when and where.

For the tactician who could see even briefly into the future could win the war.

If one could anticipate attacks, then one could be ready with the right counter to be victorious in it.

Isolda sat with her hands laying upon her lap, the dark inky tips of her fingers twitching every slightly as the intricate tattoos decorated over her skin began to pulse. Like liquid ink under her flesh, they slowly began to move, slithering like vile serpents within the dermis.

In that instant, she opened her mind to the depths and currents of the Force, letting it seep into her very soul.

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It began with a keening wail, a manic strangled cry from the pit of her soul. Then came another, as rolls of Force energy ran through her body in convulsing wave after white hot wave. Her bones felt as if they'd turned into hot iron rods, and her blood churned with a heat that she could not deny, as polyphonic whispers clawed at her ears.

Her eyes melted into twin molten orbs of mirrors, an eerie light reflecting from them as her lips parted to speak. But it was not one voice that answered the Dark Lord, but medley of garbled voices that resonated from the Darth.

T̷o͡d̸ay̧ ̷we de͠ĺi͡ve͘r̛ s̛ubm̴iss͠ion.͞.͢.҉​

Spoiler

NPC Forces
Vong Slayers: 50
Vahla Handmaidens: 5
One Sith Red Guard: 100

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Inside a Stealth X
Objective: Kill Isolda
Allies: [member="Quinn Vos"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Isolda"]

The controls of the Stealth X were already slick with sweat beneath his fingers. Ryan tried breathing evenly, but Prakith loomed up before him. Isolda was down there... somewhere. He knew he shouldn't fear her reach while he sat inside the cockpit. With the starfigher coated in nullification resin, they were invisible to the eye of the Force. So why did he still feel laid bare before a prying gaze?

Perhaps he should have worn armor instead of the simple raiment of a Jedi. Perhaps he should have taken more than just a lightsaber. Yet they had been enough for generations of Jedi before him. With rough spun wool and unadorned lightsabers they had stemmed the tide of darkness for millennia, save the times when the black waves o'erswept them. And they had rose again, burning brighter than before. It was the way the galaxy worked. Fate? It was fate that the Light would always flare triumphant. The idea burned inside Ryan's heart, the flame of hope. Hope that even if they failed today, it would not mean the end.

"Are you ready?"

The question posed to Quinn was rhetorical, though undoubtedly she would face any odds to be out of this single seater.

He pointed the nose down and throttled forward, plunging them down into the jaws of Prakith's defense fleet.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: En route
Objective: Assualt the Spaceport and Capture a friend
Allies: [member="Vulpesen"]
Enemies: Anyone who's not a pub.

Alexandra secured the mask to her face, airfilter primed but not activated as she stood in the cargo hold of her ship, across from her she looked at the sabers that hung from their placing. Her hands stretched out and closed around the metal casings as her eyes slid shut and she let herself find a centering. She was here to drive a wedge in the Sith, get one in the best chance she had and take out the person she considered a friend. She would make sure that the Voice was silenced today as she started placing forcebreakers, concussions, and an assortment of lethal grenades in her cloak. She knew it would come to a fight, to the death she was not sure, would she get to break through to her friend or would she have to kill her. Alexandra closed her eyes once more as she closed a hand around a sidearm pistol, breathing in before opening them one last time.

IT would be a bit longer before they would move into orbit, the stealth ship more than capable enough to get them behind enemy lines and she was ready to make sure that the job would be done. "Vulpesen, i already told you who it was that i was heading after, will you help me or are you going to aid the Republic forces first." She turned, placing the Mask to her face and letting it seal itself as she tested the oxygen supply and the filter. She would have to work fast, the armor she wore was not a masterpiece but she would need to ensure that her friend was subdued once and for all. "Oh, and try not to fall o her this time, please."

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: On [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]'s drop ship
Objective: Capture and secure
Allies: Republic and company
Enemies: Sith

Vulpesen sat with Alexandra, comfortable in his Twilight fox armor as he waited for them to reach the drop zone. Hidden around his coat would be a set of his usual twenty-five daggers as well as a set of five EMP's, grenades, and flashbangs. On his hips he as always, held his standard blaster pistol and saberstaff. "Don't worry, I'll be with you." He set on his own mask and passed her a small glare. "She fell on me. And besides, this time, there's no elaborate plan to gain intel from the sith so when she falls, this time I'll make sure she doesn't get back up without a set of shackles."

Once he was done talking, he took in a deep breath and looked out to the planet surface below them. It had been so long since he had openly fought against the sith. A year of hiding with them and now, he was about to strike at their planets, hopefully he would even secure a victory this time. Time would tell, but if all went well, he would make the first mark against them in the name of his new home, the Tenevi Order.

 

[Placeholder 0133]

Location: Dropship, preparing to drop from orbit.
Objective: Assault the Citadel Inquisitorous
Allies: Republic
Enemies: One Sith




"Dropping in four." Stanley quipped through the drop pod's internal speakers. Book shivered in anticipation. While the majority of the Republic forces would be inserting semi-conventional ways, he had opted for a different route.

One Dreadguard could take on a council of Sith Lords, or so the propaganda stories went. It was entirely untrue, but the thought was a cold comfort at this hour. Three more of his brethren were now listed as MIA after a recent border skirmish. Lost, and very likely dead. Why should have any reservations about his own life?

Book was going to arrive on Prakith one way or another. Whether that was battle ready and alert, or smoking and would be determined very soon.

"And Jason?"

"Safely out of system. All Dreadguard have been recalled to defend Ession. Something big is happening, and I can't pick up anything from the frantic messages."

"That's...worrisome."

The ready light at the top of the pod lite up bright green. This was the last shuttle Ession had capable of delivering forces in such a manner. Hopefully it would leave the system once Book was away.

"I miss them, you know?"

"I know."

Gathering his courage, Book pulled his helmet back over his head, and sat back in the chair. The familiar symbols for his vital signs, comms capability, temperature, etc lit up across his visor. He glanced down at the lest hand corner to look at the Team Vitals icons. All three were empty.

"Let's see if I remember how to steer correctly."

He went for the release lever.

"Wait! Wait...the republic needs to break through the Sith first."

Book blinked, and offered a slight nod.

 

[Quinn Vos]

Location: Inside a Stealth X diving into atmosphere.
Objective: Kill Isolda
Allies: @Ryan Korr
Enemies: @Darth Isolda

She grit her teeth her back pressed against the jedi's chest from the quick descent. The Kiffar's tattooed face grimaced as she felt Korr's anxiety. His feelings threatened to consume her in the small space. It wasn't all anxiety. There was something deeper, that same thing that threatened to break through her bond with [member="Odium"] before she felt the sith lord die.

It still made her ache, but in a different way.

"I am Korr." She shifted against him, anxious to breath anything besides recycled air. Fiery-eyes closed. "I can find her." She dared not speak the seer's name.

Unknown to Korr, a message was sent to one other sith ally.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

Note:

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I will be using the Fleeting Rules with rolls publically available for cross-checking. This is all entirely optional, no one else has to use them but I find a lack of structure impossible to RP properly. For future reference, link is in my signature. The dice log is linked below to the SWRP thread which gives instructions on viewing.

Location: Prakith, approaching orbit.
Objective: Engage and destroy the Sith Fleet
Allies: [member="Camellia Swift"] | [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] | [member="Jack Rand"] | [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]
Enemies: Sith Fleeters as yet unknown

Republic Fleet

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1 x MC180 Remembrance Class Battlecruiser – Destiny – 12 fighters, 12 interceptors (Flagship)
1 x Noblesse Class Destroyer – Oblige – 12 fighters, 24 interceptors, 12 bombers
1 x Avenger Class Destroyer – Righteous – 12 bombers
5 x Metellos Class Frigates – Swiftsure, Liberator, Radiant, Gallant, Valiant – 36 fighters, 12 interceptors, 12 bombers each (total 320)
2 x Azalus Class Frigates – Dart, Javelin­ – 0 attack craft
1 x Taboon Class Corvette – Torrent – 24 fighters
1 x Dorin Class Corvette – Legate – 0 attack craft
Total: 8010 metres, 428 attack craft

Fleet Orders

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Destiny – Assault Command Ship 100/100 100/100 Orders: Arriving, positioned front of arrowhead.
Oblige – Balanced Destroyer 100/100 100/100 Orders: Arriving, positioned right of arrowhead.
Righteous – Assault Destroyer 100/100 100/100 Orders: Arriving, positioned left of arrowhead.
Swiftsure – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Orders: Arriving, positioned behind capital ships.
Liberator – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Orders: Arriving, positioned behind capital ships.
Radiant – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Orders: Arriving, positioned behind capital ships.
Gallant – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Orders: Arriving, positioned behind capital ships.
Valiant – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Orders: Arriving, positioned behind capital ships.
Dart – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Orders: Arriving, positioned behind capital ships.
Javelin – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Orders: Arriving, positioned behind capital ships.
Torrent – Support Corvette 100/100 100/100 Orders: Arriving, positioned behind capital ships.
Legate – Assault Corvette 100/100 100/100 Orders: Arriving, positioned forward of main fleet.
Dice Roll Log entries: N/A

Sometime earlier

A soft knock at the door roused the Admiral from the light doze he had somehow drifted into.
“Enter,” he ordered, sitting up from his bed.
His aide entered, saluted, and handed over a datapad. “Orders from High Command.”
Admiral Stahlmann took it, entered his activation codes and biometric scan. He looked at the message, then nodded.
“Case P is go, Commander. Ready the fleet for immediate departure.” The man departed, leaving the Republic leader all alone. Friedrich Stahlmann rose, dressed in his full uniform and headed for the door. This time he would be going in with a fleet which had fought and won against the Sith. Most of his ships had been at Manaan, and though the Republic had failed in their defence there, his fleet was as yet undefeated.
Arriving on the bridge, the crew looked to him. All of them were looking to him for orders.
“Fleet is ready for hyperspace, Admiral.”
“Then all ships, prepare to jump to Location P, and may the Force be with us.” Only the Admiral and his most trusted senior officers knew what each ‘Case’ or invasion plan meant. Only once the fleet was underway would everyone else know where they were going – too late for news to leak.
With a flicker of star-lines the ships vanished….

Now
With a ripple of space, the planet of Prakith appeared in the distance.
“All ships, form broadhead formation and wait for my orders to engage.”
The capital ships formed a shallow triangle, Destiny at the front, Righteous and Oblige to left and right. The escorts formed up behind, all except the Legate which was pushed forward with scanners at full to determine the strength of the enemy defences.

Summary:

• Ships arrive outside long-range of any OS ships. Long range will be possible from my next post.
• Ships in shallow, narrow triangle facing the planet, escorts behind.
• Dorin Class frigate pushed slightly forward to provide advance intel.

 

[Ronan Dyre]

Location: Prak City Spaceport; Lower Levels
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Republic
Objective: Ascend to a vantage point

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...the Prak City Spaceport was an immense place built to accommodate enormous vessels alongside smaller commercial ships which meant there were plenty of hiding spaces where a man could lose himself. In the bowels of the spaceport, in what amounted to a utility room, he sat preparing his weapons and inspecting them for the half a dozenth time before dressing himself in his gear. Alone in only the dim light Ronan had sat completely naked revealing the variety of scars that covered his body from the various missions he'd undertaken; he could regenerate but a deep wound didn't always cause the scar to vanish along with the injury that was healed. Sometimes a road map of pain was left behind...

...the Terentatek bodyglove was the first article of attire Ronan slid himself into. It was form fitting and felt like a second skin to the man especially when he pulled the hood up over his head. Next the Assassin dressed himself in his Camouflage Armor after ensuring that his Taozin Amulet was still in place, burrowed beneath the flesh of his left breast, a perfect camouflage against both the force as well the mundane. After that Ronan only needed to equip himself which he did by moving to a workbench...

...the Dauntless Combat Blade would find a place safely across his back and in the confines of his armor, a Heavy Blaster Pistol was on his hip and he always kept several grenades on his person to cause mayhem just incase he was drawn into a close encounter. The Disruptor Rifle was his pride and joy though and lifting it off the workbench he'd hold it across his body with the butt high near his right shoulder and the barrel extending low beyond his left hip. Outfitted with a zoom scope the Disruptor Rifle came part and parcel with enhanced optics including a rangefinder, infrared vision, low light vision and holographic sights which could be cycled on in the other vision modes. Ronan was prepared...

...moving away from the workbench he'd have activated his Camouflage Armor, bending the ambient light around the contours of his frame so that he appeared to mingle with the background, then he ascended the stairs that lead down into the utility room and slipped out into the spaceport. Before combat had a chance to get heavy Ronan needed to locate an appropriate vantage point and fortunately there were many to choose from in this place giving him an advantage over his enemies as it were. He wouldn't be seen again until he fired his first shot...​

 

[Caulder Dune]

LOCATION: Spaceport, Landing Bay 88-N
OBJECTIVE: Defend the Spaceport
ALLIES: [member="Warok the Defiler"]
ENEMIES: [member="Vulpesen"] | [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]

Finally, it seemed, the Republic had grown the spine to launch an assault of their own. A pity the One Sith would rip it from their backs and strangle them to death with it, but that was all very morbid imagery. Adekos was above such thoughts, but being in the presence of that rambunctious little furball that had almost stolen Darth Mekhis' holocron from him seemed to inspire them within him. Darth Adekos was charged with the defense of this installation, the planet's largest spaceport. Already the defenses were being manned, the anti-aircraft guns outside being brought online. Mostly an afterthought, as the place also had a shield generator of its own. Provided the generator remained active, the spaceport would remain well defended.

Inside, there were the obligatory ceiling mounted, automated security turrets. Legions of Stormtroopers, but no Vong. Adekos detested Vong. More important rooms, like ones with generators and security controls, would have magnetic seals and ray shields in the event of any unfortunate breaches. For added bonus, a technophile Sith Lord and an Ewok had been stationed in one of the landing bays.

"Where did you even get such a weapon?" Adekos eventually asked the Ewok, referencing Warok's chain lightsaber.

 

[Bubák]

Location: Flying like a bird!

Objective: B, 2, the one with destroying the citadel

Allies: Pubs

Enemies: OS

Another day, another invasion!

Seated in a small shuttle headed towards the planet, Elizie, as always, focused on the Force and drew the Light Side into her body, purging all thoughts concerning the Sith. While most sentients around her wished revenge against the One Sith for the pain and suffering the Dark Side users have brought upon the Republic, the white-haired Padawan saw an opportunity of arresting many important figures of the One Sith and bringing them to custody. She was not one to disperse justice; the young Jedi knew any and all Sith, however great their crimes, had to stand trial and be judged by those who had it as their job. It certainly was not a Jedi’s duty, therefore her mind held no trace of revenge or payback.

Then there was the matter of liberating the planet. As tiny and insignificant as the chance of achieving that looked, Elizie knew it could be done. For that, the citadel had to be destroyed; not because the Jedi Order and the Republic wished to destroy all created by the Sith, but because the building served as a symbol of power the One Sith held over the planet, a symbol of oppression and fear used to keep the people living on Prakith in line. To destroy it meant to give hope to all those poor souls suffering under the Sith tyranny. The Padawan only hoped the Dark Side users would not take revenge on their own citizens if the Republic attack failed.

And that’s where I stopped thinking of what to write and went to sleep instead. Goodnight, gentle Jedi! Goodnight, kind Sith!

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Location: Alexandra Feanor's dropship
Objective: Assault spaceport and round up a Sith
Allies: [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
Enemies: All teh Siths

Gherron walked up to the two, slipping into his songsteel armor. He had just got it repaired, and he was already gonna get it wrecked again. Ah, well. As long as it did its job, who really cared much? After the small exchange of words between the couple, he spoke up a bit. "So, falling on a Sith, huh? Seriously dude, you've gotta pick a side. Please tell me you're gonna stay out of their ranks this time."

 

[Reverance]

Location: Spaceport
Objective: Objective I, Defend Spaceport
Allies: Old Spice, I mean One Sith
Enemies: Pubs

Hand lifted to rub uneasy face, a man moved to this planet for the purpose of training. Prakith was a land of barren decree and absurdly unnecessary fortitude. It was historically a fortress world and to this day, remained every vigilant and clingy to that title. Some would argue, though it was beyond his own desire to do so, that the world was tainted with the darkside from such burdened exposure to the taint of the Dark Side. The One Sith had long held the reigns of this planet within gripped fingers and beyond the unholy vengeance of an entire universe, eye set upon this planet, that sort of notion wouldn't change.

He had descended to the planet give a lesson on Crucitorn, the Vong that came with him did so with the intent of training and cutting their teeth against the slate and stone. Scars born from effort, escalation amidst drawn hydrastaffs and shields held at arms length, the Vong knew their away around such things. They were, after all, sadomasochists and hell bent on their own destruction and the destruction of others. It was in such critical assessment of culture and religious philosophy, that one was suddenly removed of surprise that Gabriel would hold them so close to heart. After all, there was nothing quite like being cut in just the right way. And who better to cut then those who would claim position of callous surgeon, though the Vong would never be caught using such terminology. They were prophets and warrior poets, pursuit of a glory that extended to the God above. And they were quite good at their own forms of sacrificial self slaughter.

An uneasiness came about the Sith Lord as he felt an oddness, a quake upon a planet that was soaked in the darkside. Perhaps it was just a quiver, a thing quite common in a universe so readily precipitating heterogeneity. It was the nature of such things, that in the shadow of strength rested those who were weak, hoping to find peace in the penumbra. But nevertheless, he wasn't so often taken by a churning in the stomach, mostly controlled by the senses and what eye could lay gaze upon. His hand lifted to the communications device in his ear, communicating with a proximal war master. They were equipped with tizowyrms, to assist in the communication with the one they deemed equal to an overlord.

"Where are you?"

"We have several groups out in the mountains."

"Make way to the starport, and urgently. I would leave this planet sooner rather than later." Gabriel frowned, knowing he was interrupting the escalation process. But it was for the better, they could finish such things within the Immortal or in their transports or back on Alderaan. Didn't matter much to him, so long as it wasn't on Prakith. Upon his person, he wore the armor of the war-torn, two lightsabers, and a sith dagger. All things hidden beneath the veil of an armorweave cloak.

Gabriel scanned the interior of the spaceport. Within, the facility was heavily defended by automated turret systems and explosive emplacements (not structurally damaging). Outside, studded AA guns existed outside the automated shield system that blinked in response to incoming vessels that were cleared for entry. Otherwise, it acted similar to particle shields in not allowing entrance of solid objects. As such, anything trying to enter without clearance, may find their bubble quickly burst with a sudden onset of fiery death.

NPC Forces:

Spoiler

-750 vong (200 with Vonduun Skerr kraetos) with vonduun crab armor and the goodies - en route to spaceport

 

[J3C0]

Location: Prakith, Orbit
Objective: Engage and destroy the Republic Fleet
Enemies: [member="Camellia Swift"] | [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] | [member="Jack Rand"] | [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] | [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]
Allies: [member="Darth Arcis"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Kadri Ughad"]

OS Fleet:

Spoiler

Observable Sith Fleet:
1 Immortal -2000m Titan
1 Skarr-Ro'ik -1420m Ryzantir
4 Skrii'Ro'ik -1920m Izrit, Trynth, Yuuzran, Yralf
2 Razer Frigates -444m Argus, Lif
416 Attack Craft
Unobservable Sith Fleet(You can't see these):
2 Dark Blades -2100m Dauntless, Cornith

7884m

An alarm began to blare across the OSS Titan, one of the massive Immortal Class Dreadnaughts that the One Sith produced and used to defend their worlds. Red blinking light shone within the halls of the vessel and every man woman and child walked to their stations at a brisk but fast pace. Each one had a look of determination, each one looked ready to bite and chew glass.

On the Bridge of the vessel Stood its officers. Commanders, Lieutenants and Ensigns diligently commanding their ship, though there was one glaring omission. The Admiral was no where to be seen. Admiral Ferdinand Rechtung, a man of great renown and honor seemed to be entirely absent.

“Where is the Admiral!”

“Someone message his room!”

“The Republic fleet has arrived!”

Clamoring claims of ineptitude and panic began to rush across the bridge, pure panic began to rush through the bridge calls to the Admirals rooms were made and several seconds later someone turned to the general officers that had gathered on the Bridge.

“Sirs....The Admiral...he's dead.”

Shocks and gasps ran through the room, though they were rather quiet. It seemed that Admiral Ferdinand had died sometime last night within his bed, his sheets a mess and his blankets ending on the floor. Oddly enough, the old man had had a smile on his face.

“What do we do.”

There was a silence in the air, then suddenly someone spoke up. A sharply dressed Woman in Imperial uniform, Commander rank bars decorating her chest, long blond hair tied into a single braid flowing down her back. She had a stern look on her face, and stark blue eyes scanned the room as she spoke. “We Fight. The Republic is at our door, we cannot panic.”

One of the officers sneered at the woman.

“And who are you to speak up? A commander? And a woman at tha-”

The man saw himself interrupted as Boan Rein pulled the blaster from her hip and shot him in the head. The loud resounding sound of the WESTAR-34 quieted the entire bridge, silencing everyone and anyone. Within the panic, no one thought to arrest her. Instead they listened to her as in a firm authoritative tone Boan began to speak.

“We stand as the defense fleet of Prakith. It is up to us to stop the Republic fleet. Now, get yourselves in order and Fall in line.” Her words were stern, and at first none of them responded. “Or perhaps you'd enjoy the Sith seeing you this way.”

They all bristled, and immediately shot to work. None of them questioned what had just happened, none of them thought about the mutiny that had just occurred, they simply did as they were told. That was the glory of an Empire, it was founded atop the backs of sheep, and every once in a while, a wolf could come along.

“Ready the Immortals Proton Cannon, pyramid formation and have the Skarr-Ro'ik line the defense. Inform the secondary attache to stay back for now.” Boan began to belt out orders, and the sheep followed them. The commander simply smiled, touching index finger to her lips.

Summary:
One Sith Fleet arranges itself as such With each tier on different level;
Fighter Screen
Immortal
Skrii R R Skrii
Skrii Skar Skrii

Immortal Readies its Proton Cannon
Dark Blades stay hidden
Boan struts around the bridge

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: En route
Objective: Assualt the Spaceport and Capture a friend
Allies: [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Adekos"] [member="Warok the Defiler"]

Ship: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/9624-dark-harvester-prize-vessel/

Armors: Cortosis personal Armor (In Sig), Sasori Armored Robes

Weapons: Assortment of Force breakers, Concussions, Fragmentation, and Thermites, three each. As well as a High powered Pistol for back up weapon as well as the Echani Warstaff in the back of her waist and Alexandra's signature sabers (In Sig)

Alexandra smiled and moved over beside the man as she patted him on the head and kissed his cheek once her mask slid out of the way of her face. "You know, after this, we should go relax on Zeltros with our captive, show her the new holiday that you sparked in her people." She grinned wide as she said that and backed up as she did some final checks on her armor. It was her older cortosis armor with a set of Sasori Armored Robes over it, this protected her quite a bit more and kept her flexibility at its needed levels. Then she heard the voice of a friend whom she fought beside on many occasions. "Gherron, hope you are ready to meet the sith that you can owe your and my friendship too... please do keep her alive, i would hate for her to die." She was being utterly sincere, if balaya died because of this assault made on her by Gherron, herself, and Vulpesen... Alex wasn't sure how she would feel.

Balaya had been a teacher, mother, friend, companion and even a sister born in battle. It was an odd thing she respected and wanted the Zeltron to be saved, to turn her away from her path and give her a chance at a new life... that body of hers was dying and Alex knew this. She needed to get Balaya to safety and get her out of the dying body, then show her that the Sith are nothing but a evil to this galaxy. Not its solution. "Vulpesen, if i freeze up while fighting, at all... try not to let me die please." She lowered her voice, what if she had to kill her friend, could she kill the woman. Hel could in a heart beat but she did not want to be hel, not now or ever. "Eve bring us in, silently." With that the Stealth ship made its way for the outskirts of the spaceport, attempting best it could to stay off the radar.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: En route with vode
Allies: Republic and vode
Enemies: Dar'jetti
Objecive: Destroy the CItadel

For too long he had waited for a battle against the One Sith; for too long he had waited to destroy the Sith; for too long he had waited to avenge those fallen Mandalorians that died with honor on Empress Teta. No longer he would wait, for today he had the opportunity to ease his yearnings. He and two other Warriors of the Mandalorian Culture were hired as mercenaries in their upcoming invasion on the planet Prakith against the One Sith. Though, he could care less if he was given credits or not. He just wanted to break a Sith's neck with those crushgaunts that he had on his hands. After Empress Teta and the history between the Sith and the Mando'ade there was no way that the proud Warriors of Mandalore could forgive and forge a relationship or alliance with the Sith. Unlesss the Mand'alor was a di'kut of having that idea, but if such a thing ever occurred like that then the whole vode would surely challenge him for the title and, possibly, kill him or her. In the end it was all about striving for vengeance and step over the corpses with his beskar boot. He was having thoughts of how he should executed those who stood in his path or that his 360 HUD could see and alert Vilaz. So much hate and lust of killing was within Vilaz and no doubt Preliat that could not be locked or contained.

His buy'ce was clung on his utility belt that concealed a face with blue eyes, long, slick, greasy hair, and a beard. He was already dressed in his unique and personal beskar'gam that looked like alike to those in the vode who had their armor, but each and every one those armors was speacial and fit the personality of its wearer; traditional and mandatory it was, as well, to wear their own personal armor when one went to battle, and not be given foreign armor from goverments or corporations unless it came from Mandal Hypernautics who produced Hyperion Beskar'gam to Mandalorians and to foreign customers. While he was in his armor with it's armanents attached to it the Warrior had yet to choose what weapons he will bring. In his own personal ship the Cin'ciri Talyc he had many weapons of different variants, of different sizes, of different everything. Within the cargo bay of the freighter he began choosing which weapons he would choose for today's battle. With a holster he picked up two WESTAR 34 pistols which were to be his secondary firearms, and would begin selecting his primary weapon. From the Mandalorian armory he picked up the Vornskr Scattergun that was really good at dealing with Force Users since they couldn't dodge that many pellets going at them. Within the slots of his belt he began filling ammunition for his firearms and picked up one thermal detonator, one concussion grenade, and two force breaker grenades and a Fett-Kal knife that held special features such as being lightsaber resistant and absorbing and throwing back lightning that it absorbed.

"'Bout damn time we pop a cap up these di'kut Sith, vod," the Rally Master said to Preliat as he was placing as he placing a MX-1 repulsorpack on his back which acted like a jetpack, but could only be used if there was gravity or artificial gravity. Now he was ready once he strapped the pack on his back which most Mandalorians would use an aerial device in combat. Seemed like a tradition in a way. "'N I don't think Imma hook up with 'em jetti, Preliat. Ain't casual for such thing."

A Mando and a Jedi? Weird couple to see since Mandos disliked, not hate, disliked Jedi. They hated Sith, but the histroy with the Jedi and the Mandos were not as bad as the Sith, but not good. Neutral they were, yet they still despised them. "Are we bout damn ready to go? I can feel them di'kuts begging for me to come."

Just another battle in the galaxy.

[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member=Arumi Zy]

 

[Camellia Swift]

Location: Prakith, approaching orbit.
Objective: Engage and destroy the Sith Fleet
Allies: [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] [member="Jack Rand"] [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]
Enemies: Sith Fleet

This was the moment. It had taken so long to get here, but now the debut would begin.

Months of work and development had gone into creating the vessel whose bridge she now stood upon. Camellia looked over the bridge crew at their stations, all preparing for the coming battle. One in which the Republic would become the aggressor, and one that would halt the string of defeats and prevent the collapse of the Republic's territory. The Admiral had put together a fleet very similar to the one he wielded to great effect at Manaan. The only serious change had been the removal of the Warhammer class destroyer she had once commanded herself. The Ebbing Heart was a noble vessel and had served admirably, but now it was time for a new destroyer to take its place in the formation as they exited hyperspace.

The Noblesse Oblige dropped from the tunnel of twinkling stars and back into the normalcy of space once, except it was not alone. Once more the Admiral's Remembrance Class Command Vessel, Destiny, led the Republic forces as they approached the Sith's fortress world of Prakith. Home to their weapons of war and mighty Citadel. It would fall, the Rendili woman intended to make sure of it. They had lost ground at Manaan but not here. Not this time. She believed that with themselves on the offensive they had a solid chance at completing their objectives. However, one thing would be very similar to Manaan.

The Republic Fleet would decimate the Sith forces in orbit once more.

As Stahlmann's orders came through, the woman finally now accustomed to her rank of Commodore in his battle group would hurry to obey. "Helm bring us forward, put us along the right of the Destiny and have comms report to the Admiral when we're in position. Weapons bring the main gun on line and charging, we might as well have the first shot prepared for when we're in position. Have our fighter squadrons deploy as well, might as well get them into position while its not hectic." Yes there was no need to waste time once they were in range to begin loading of the Linear Accelerator Cannon, a weapon whose rounds traveled faster, hit harder, and had slightly better range than the average Long Range Heavy Hypervelocity Cannon. It was the feature of the Noblesse Destroyer that had taken so much of the funding and time to develop.

It appeared as if they were forming a spearhead in a wedge formation, that suited Camellia just fine. They would cut through the enemy and drive them to dust. They had paid them back at Manaan for the lives lost, but she didn't think they had paid them back for everything else nearly enough yet!

Summary

• Exited Hyperspace
• Fell into formation to the right of the Remembrace
• Charging main gun
• Deploying fighter screen (Sqaudrons: One, Two, One)

 

[Tålamod Shapochka]

Location: Star Destroyer Righteous
Objective: Destroy every last Sith ship
Allies: [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], [member="Camellia Swift"], [member="Kayleigh Tyven"], [member="Jack Rand"]
Enemies: [member="Boan Rein"], [member="Darth Arcis"], [member="Darth Vitium"], [member="Kadri Ughad"]

Lieutenant Commander Shapochka was called out from her quarters just prior to hyperspace jump, her rest having been vital to preventing another bout of migraines during the assault. The half-Miralukan was an able officer, but physical ailments sometimes hampered her ability to stay full conscious of the battle, so all precautions had to be taken to ensure that she would not suffer any of her headaches during the most critical Republic strike to date.

Snugly fastening her Navy-issued officer's cap over her albino strands of hair, Shapochka strode to the command deck of Righteous, her stern and focused expression setting the mood for the crew. This was serious business, and their ship's commander had a personal vendetta to satisfy. As she took to her chair, the stars swirled and collapsed in the vibrant blueshifted hues that signified faster-than-light speeds. Unfortunately, Tålamod could not appreciate such a display, being colorblind.

The klaxons shrieked as soon as the trip was over, stars reforming in singular points of light that shimmered in the background of Prakith's hazy orb. Shapochka's teeth ground into each other as she clenched her jaws in seething fury, withholding a display of her hatred for the Sith in order to maintain her composure for the crew. There must be hundreds of thousands of Sith military personnel on the ground and in orbit--and she wanted to see every one of them burn.

The Admiral was on the comms line. "Affirmation, yes," she responded, noting the position of her ship relative to the command vessel. It was just a matter of awaiting initial orders now. Her true mettle would be tested when everything inevitably went to hell.

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: On Alexandra Lianne Feanorhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2329-alexandra-lianne-feanor/'s drop ship
Objective: Capture and secure
Allies: Republic and company
Enemies: Sith
Vulpesen let out a groan at Gherron's words. "She fell on me! And besides, I have my own group. And its not like I have reason to go with the sith again. I hated those times." He heard Alexandra's request and gave a nod of affirmation. "Of course. If it were up to me, you wouldn't have so much as a scratch on yourself." He reached over and pulled a set of cuffs form the wall, setting them in the pockets of his robe. "So, how long til we set down?"

[member="Gherron Vael"]