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

[Isar]

Location: Spaceport, Landing Bay 88-N
Objective: Defend the Spaceport
Allies: [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Darth Valtryx"]
Enemies: [member="Vulpesen"] | [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] | [member="Gherron Vael"]

Gherron's intercession earned him a beskar chain that wrapped 'round and 'round his lightsaber. The unfazed Ewok gave a sharp jerk that was likely to rip the man's lightsaber from his hands, then unwound the weapon and spun it in a swift circle at face level for the tall people. The chain hummed as it stretched out to its full length, the light dagger a glow of crimson at the end.

The circular spin had the potential to carve first through Vulpesen's face and then keep spinning and hit Gherron.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Spaceport, Landing Bay 88-N
Objective: Take out the Sith
Allies: [member="Vulpesen"], [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: [member="Warok the Defiler"]

Alexandra's eyes stared as her former student and friend attacked her, both saddened worried about thi development as it meant that others she lost touch with might have suffered a similar fate. With a breath in and out she smiled at her old friend, deactivating one of her sabers as the next blow came full force, her other hand reaching up with the blade in it to catch the lightning. Letting time slow Alexandra watched the blade come in, her hand raising and a connection that would end with quite a shock to Minna if she did not have it wired right to allow reactivation. Speaking as she focused on minna she let out a cold and sad breath. "Minna, you are now an enemy and i do not have the time to deal with you..."

With that her emotions flowed around, but not ones Minna could possibly even use any more as she straightened up and looked down at the Yodaling with a sorrowful expression. Golden flecks joined her eyes and the body of Daeda came into view as the force started to show itself around alex to anyone with even a rudementary ability in sensing the force. She breathed out again, her single hand still holding onto one blade incase Minna could reactivate her saber or throw more lightning. Her eyes stared at the small yodaling as a wave of force energy burst out from alex before being brought int in the form of a fine that wrapped around her body. Her force presence grew with each second and she used her emotions and the lives claimed already by the force as well as latching onto any emotions she can.

First was pain, but a person pain, heart broken pain of sadness that was used not for power but to protect that of which Alex now looked at. She was saddened by minna and used that in her will to protect her. Then there was joy, joy in seeing her friend, joy in her family, joy in her life. She used it all as another burst of force energy created more vines around her as the force began to fall on her like the eye of a hurricane, draining in and coalescing into something far more potent and concentrated as she would stare once more at the yodaling.

Love... love, not fear or losing your loved one, not jealousy, but love entered her mix of her emotions. Love for the man she fought beside a few yards away, love for the companion that stood at her side in the form of an Ashlan wolf. Love for her children that stayed hom with the order and love for the order itself as that was her family beyond blood, the people she could never fault. "Sorry." She raised her hand and let out a fraction of the power she continued to generate, sending a force blast right at minna.

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Space port, apparently.
Objective: Stop the crazy Fuzzball
Allies: Alexandra Lianne Feanor and Gherron Vael
Enemies: Darth Adekos and Warok the Defiler


By now, Vulpesen had long since recovered from his close bout with death and seeing the physical disappearance of Adeko, he focused himself on the whirling weapon of. Warok the Defiler. Whether or not the chain could managed to Catch Gherron's weapon, Vulpesen would quickly act to defend himself, turning and lifting one end of his saberstaff to block the whip. As he chain naturally wrapped around the blade, the zorren would position his feet to get the most traction he could to ruin the ewok's day.

A zorren, due to increased muscle density can carry one pound for every three that a human can. Thus, Warok would stand little chance at his next maneuver. Having caught the chain with the back end of his saber, Vulpesen turned and lifted his back end of the saber, using the long hilt for leverage to rip the weapon away from Warok's hand by bringing the back end down only a moment later. However, if the chain was attached to Warok, it would instead yank the ewok towards the ex-sith and thereby, his free blade which was coming up for an underhand slash. Though, if Warok was unlucky enough to have wrapped the chain around his hand for extra control, most likely the chain would tighten, possibly crushing the paw within it while also dragging the ewok towards him.

Once he had covered the weapon of Warok, Vulpesen called out to Gherron. "BEHIND YOU, FOUR METERS!" Could he see the enemy? No. But he didn't have to. Force cloak hid a person by bending the waves of light and sound, such a thing would cause an increase in force presence unless otherwise checked by its companion abilities to hide that as well. Also, as a master of the living force and a person who had used his ability to sense its shifts for years, it wasn't hard to track the force choke. Using these experiences to his advantage, Vulpesen had simply waited and defended himself, using the physical force of his body against Warok while his mind dove into the force to seek out any disturbances. It certainly wasn't long before he felt the concentration of Adekos' force choke and assuming Gherron kept his mind about him, the Zorren's advice could get him out of the attack. In short, using force cloak without something to check your force presence, simply turned Vulpesen's role into a space magicka detector and he was currently beeping at four meters behind Gherron.

 

[Minna]

Location: Spaceport, Landing Bay 88-N
Objective: Defend Spaceport, Kill Alexandra
Allies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Darth Adekos"]
Enemies: [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Gherron Vael"]

Valtryx eyes narrowed as her blade was caught, causing her to stare up at Alex with a cold glare full of hate. "I nearly killed Krest," She grunted, as if speaking was tasking due to the amount of force she was trying to exert into pushing back against her opponents hand. "But fail now, I shall not." The Yodaling continued, but only by then had she noticed the vast amount of force energy gathering around Alex. She saw Love, something she hadn't seen or felt since becoming a Sith. Before then she had loved Alexandra, as a great friend and teacher. She had felt the same for the zabrak too, but now Krest was burnt and mutilated because of her. All the different emotions to such a large extent left Valtryx in awe. That was until the blast came.

In her moment of weakness, Valtryx was sent flying backwards with immense force. There was no sign of her slowing until she reached the very end of the hangar, where she crashed into the metal wall, only to slump onto the floor. Her lightsaber rolled a few feet away, and the Yodaling groaned to herself. The Vong looked at her, confused as to what the hell had just happened. Her head raised slightly from the floor, although such an action strained her immensely. "Stop them... Getting any... further!" Valtryx half-groaned, half-shouted, and the few Vong that remained rushed over to the fight. The Yodaling herself returned her head to the floor, and lay there. It was possibly something may have broken, but she wasn't sure. She needed to rest...

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Spaceport, Landing Bay 88-N
Objective: Defend Spaceport, Rescue Minna From this place
Allies: [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Darth Adekos"]

Alexandra watched as the vong came and breathed in as another pulse of energy left her and she gathered more and more force energy as she let those emotions and thoughts project out and flare bright as she began grabbing at crates and scrap metal, sending them into the Vong that thought Alexandra could be picked off. How many vong were there Alex did not know, she didn't really care, because with each dead or unconscious enemy her friend was closer to being saved.

First came the first one to get close, his weapon coming in as alex continued to generate the force but now brought both blades to bare again. Saber crashed on Amphristaff and with a push off and a quick dart to the side she bisected the creature. At this point though the vines that took form in the force started to reach out around her and she began using something very different and with a quick breath in a spark appeared above both hands and she cut through the air with her sabers, erupting from them two arcs of fire that blasted into several vong as well as around the hanger, causing fires and the charring of vong flesh to start and fill the area.

Another step closer to Minna meant another vong in her way, attempting to stop her like the first his staff came close to her face before she rose her hands and cleaved him down his midsection. At this point she just stared after one and another tried to take her on one at a time, each falling with a blade to the gut, a head rolling one the floor, or in one case death by internal freezing. It was ten meters to minna and all she wanted to do was protect and take care of the small yodaling. This singular thought flared up her force presence again as a vong got a cut into her armor and the cut while not deep definitely hurt. "I won't let you stop me, -any- of you." With that she turned and let her sabers bite into his flesh as she screamed out and let her use of the force speed up her movements in a mix of force speed and strength, killing anything that got to close or crushing them with something if they shot at her.

 

[Caulder Dune]

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

Could he see the enemy? No. But he didn't have to. Force cloak hid a person by bending the waves of light and sound, such a thing would cause an increase in force presence unless otherwise checked by its companion abilities to hide that as well. Also, as a master of the living force and a person who had used his ability to sense its shifts for years, it wasn't hard to track the force choke. Using these experiences to his advantage, Vulpesen had simply waited and defended himself, using the physical force of his body against Warok while his mind dove into the force to seek out any disturbances. It certainly wasn't long before he felt the concentration of Adekos' force choke and assuming Gherron kept his mind about him, the Zorren's advice could get him out of the attack. In short, using force cloak without something to check your force presence, simply turned Vulpesen's role into a space magicka detector and he was currently beeping at four meters behind Gherron.

And this would all be very interesting and cool, were it not for the fact that it had been explicitly stated that Darth Adekos "reappeared" behind Gherron Vael. This would mean that the Sith's Force Cloak had been dismissed once he had relocated behind the intrepid Jedi Knight. Anyone with functioning eyes (or equivalents) could see Darth Adekos, though the Zorren was more than welcome to continue splitting his focus in such a silly way.

 

[Arumi Zy]

Location: The Citadel- Breeding Pits
Objective :

• 
  Destroy the Citadel
  
• 
  Survive The Beast
  

Spoiler

Enemies: One Sith

1. 
   Lady Exedō
   
2. 
   Darth Vornskr
   
3. 
   Darth Nephthys
   
4. 
   Darth Isolda
   
5. 
   Harley
   
6. 
   Randial
   
7. 
   Yusan Fenn
   
8. 
   Sena Lassiter
   
9. 
   Khallesh
   
10. 
    The Hound
    

Allies

1. 
   Elizie Adasca - Padawan
   
2. 
   Haytham Kaze - Padawan
   
3. 
   Seraphina Shel'tah - Padawan
   
4. 
   Varus Shatterstar - knight
   
5. 
   Veino Garn - Knight
   
6. 
   Lan Graendal (Claimed by Kaine)
   
7. 
   Corvus Raaf - Master
   
8. 
   Arumi Zy - Master
   
9. 
   Preliat Mantis
   
10. 
    Book - solider
    
11. 
    Vilaz Munin
    

If Arumi was the complete sum of everything that composed him, then Darth Fidelis was a malignant cancer that hid in the darkest recesses of his very fabric. Merciless, destructive and concerned only with killing Darth Fidelis was an unstoppable force who cared little if his other half survived or if it itself was destroyed. For many years now Arumi had struggled to contain and control that piece of himself when he left the sith behind, but now it was all he had to survive.

Darth Fidelis smiled as the first Firebreather came within a reasonable distance to him, it had sensed the threat or it knew that he was gunning for it. This pleased the dark malice that was Arumi's old self, a wicked kill, a monsterous kill. While Arumi was hesitent to tap into the dark side crystals that infested his body from his ancient prison Fidelis embraced them fully.

“ Now you die” he shrieked as he looked to clear room around him and the firebreather, he sheathed his beskad and extended his arms and smiled cockily as he summoned forth the Force. Lightning tendrils lept and crept around him striking the smaller beast. The lightning storm raged for only a few seconds but it was enough to clear the gap. The Dark persona drew his beskad and charged at the Firebreather, blades lifted high. As he came close he sprang into the air and came thunderously down on the foul beasts back, Beskad stabbing deep into its armored hide. The dark one pulled his blades free and began to smash the blades into the creature as he balanced on the creature.

A tendril of wicked flame came at him, the sith grabbed the rest of his tattered trench and wrapped it around himself and pushed the force around him in a protective bubble. He could feel himself weaken, but the tendrils died before his strength could. He had done enough damage to its body, he summoned the force and darted down its carapace aiming for the legs. He chopped heavily at a join before jumping to the next, then the next and finally the last one he chopped as fiercly and as savagely as he could. Hoping the sum of the damage would be enough to drop the beast, perhaps not kill it but remove the threat of it mostly.

 

[Minna]

Location: Spaceport, Landing Bay 88-N
Objective: Defend Spaceport, Kill Alexandra
Allies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Darth Adekos"]
Enemies: [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Gherron Vael"]

Valtryx slowly began to rise, her vision blurred for the moment. As she looked forward, she could see the Vong before her falling to the blades that could only have been Alexandra's. Once on her feet, she called upon the force to return her lightsaber into her hand, igniting it's crimson red blade. Her stance was visibly weak, as her spare hand was busy holding an injuring on her stomach. Merely standing brought her great pain, but over time that pain fueled her will to persevere, and gave her enough strength to stay up. By the time Alex reached her, she was standing quite straight, with a look of hate still upon her. "One of us must die, Alexandra!" She shouted, her words spoke without fault. "Will it be you, or me?" Her lightsaber turned to point across her chest, assuming the best defensive stance she could through her pain. With this, she awaited Alexandra's attack.

One of them must die.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Spaceport, Landing Bay 88-N
Objective: Finish this fight
Allies: [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Valtryx"] [member="Darth Adekos"] [member="Warok the Defiler"]

With a deep breath she killed the last vong that stood between her and Minna. "Neither of us will die today." With that she didn't send out her blade, or a blast of telekinesis, no instead she pushed into Minna's mind and began pushing on it and trying to push her into unconsciousness. Her hands raised though as she did this, gripping the body of the small Yodaling with the force and holding her still as she spoke. "You are going to be coming with me Minna, understand that or not, but you are." With that she pushed hard into minna's mind and attempted once more to subdue the Yodaling for now.

 

[Minna]

Location: Spaceport, Landing Bay 88-N
Objective: Defend Spaceport, Die with Honor, or Kill with Pride
Allies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Darth Adekos"]
Enemies: [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Gherron Vael"]

"I'd rather die!" Valtryx screamed, dropping her lightsaber out of the combined pain of her no-doubt broken body and the suppression on her mind. Her words were true, if she was to have died there and then, she would have been happier than being defeated yet kept alive to be dragged away. Suicide was no option, as her blade lay feet away from her now, and she was beginning to lose consciousness. There was nothing she could do. Alexandra was much stronger than her, a master of the force. No hope entered her mind. In fact, nothing entered her mind in the end.

Slumping to the ground, the Yodaling fell unconscious.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Spaceport, Landing Bay 88-N
Objective: Help the Fox Brain
Allies: [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Darth Adekos"] [member="Darth Valtryx"]

She watched her friend slump down and looked at the fight going on across the hanger. She only had a few options and one such was to help the two that she considered friends. "Daeda... guard minna... and be careful my friend." The Ashlan would nod before Alex picked up Minna's saber and hooked it to her belt before turning her focus on the two Sith that were fighting Vulpesen and Adekos, her eyes running over the fight as she brought forth her connection once more.

She focused now on the force again and let it form the vines once more, her eyes closing as she removed her physical sight for a few seconds and reached out through the force, breathing in and connecting to it directly once more as she focused on what was happening. She began moving closer to it now and focused on the man that had attacked Gherron, her hand raising and aiming a concentrated blast of force energy at him while she began to flood her hand with the vines that collected around her.

Once that was done her eyes turned on the ewok and she breathed in as she gripped at the chain of the odd weapon and placed and invisible obstruction placed in the way of the chain as it spun. She wasn't sure what would happen from something like that but she had to try something to slow the Ewok down considering the weaponry and its oddity in combat that the others probably were not used to. She would not dwell on it though and as she did that her eyes returned to the more powerful of the two Sith. "You, what is your name..." She spoke as she looked at Adekos, her blades burning in the air and her eyes focusing on him.

Again she reeled in the force around her, using her love, joy, compassion, sacrifice, everything as she breathed out a sigh of relief and she smiled at the feeling of the force wrapping around her like the eye of a storm once more. "I would like to know the name of the man that is attacking my friends, and your name, not your title." She removed her own mask and pulled down her hood as she looked directly at the man. There was something about this man, something of familiarity and she knew that there was once a time that she had know this man by a name other than a title, and she needed to know who it was that this man was.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Snowy crags overlooking north side of spaceport​

Objective: A​

Allies: Ain’t nobody around.​

Enemies: [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Spencer Jacobs"]​

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Ya gotta know one thing about these sort of recon slash sniper duties. They ain’t ever spectaculair or fun to do, oh sure in dem movies they seem all the shet and spectacle, but I will tell ya right now. Most of the time? You are just sitting there freezing your ass off, while waiting for something to happen.​

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Boy, was I happy when something did eventually happen. Fire sounds everywhere - seemed the Republic had finally decided to get off their collective asses and start the invasion in truth. Doubted it would go anywhere, because… well feth look at the Republic. Gotta vouch for your team, I guess, but man it was becoming more grim by the day.​

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Anyway.​

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There was movement in the Port, troop movements and all that crap. Could do a few things here, move my ass outta here and haul it back to an extraction point, but let’s be honest here. Who ever thought that would be fun, right?​

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Instead, I kept scanning the area for a while, until I identified one sith-y looking fella. Look, it ain’t rocket science here. It was a guy in a robe, with face hidden in the depths and shadows of a cloak, also had a lightsaber clipped to his belt.​

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He was giving out some orders it seemed.​

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Might be an integral part of the whole collective, ain’t sure, but hey. Can’t ever know without trying.​

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I shot two times… and time slowed.​

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Started to trace the bullets’ path.​

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Location: Spaceport
Objective: Knock some heads
Allies: [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
Enemies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Darth Adekos"]

As he looked on at the ewok, Gherron's smirk of confidence quickly vanished when his weapon was yanked away from his grip. Before he could even think about calling it back to his hands, he heard his comrade yell something about looking behind him. Charging his palms with force energy, he prepared himself to attack the Sith behind him, when Alex interjected. "Okay then", he said, taking a breath. Reaching out for his lightsaber, he ignited it again and shook his head at the ewok. "Seriously, you're really pissing me off." Taking a few steps forward, he sliced twice at the little dude's midsection, keeping as close to him as possible. In Gherron's mind, he figured the lightsaber-on-a-chain wasn't built for close combat. His whole idea was resting on that.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Breeding Pits
Objective: Survive; Destroy the Citadel
Allies: Republic and Vode [member=Arumi Zy] [member=Preliat Mantis] [member=Corvus Raaf] [member=Book] [member=Lan Graendal] [member=Varus Shatterstar]
Enemies: Dar'jetti, Vong, and Sithspawn

Volleys of blaster continued to rain upon the implanters and the Yargh'un from the WESTAR 34 pistols of Vilaz as he was still suspended between five and six meters in the air thanks to his repulsor pack. Death from above could be seen in that angle as the Mandalorian reaped the souls and lives of these ugly creatures and he unharmed and untouched. Blaster bolts continued to barrage against the foul creatures until he exhausted the ammunition in his pistols. Reloaded one by one he reached in his utility belt that contained ammunition for his scattergun,pistols, a Fett-Kal knife, and four grenades. This along with his vod, Arumi who was on a massive killing spree and, no doubt, had killed more hostiles than the Rally Master made a fiery pathway that led to one of the two firebreathers that were concentrating on the three Mandalorians and not the main invaders. Was there fear upon these creatures? Perhaps, and if they did fear these Warriors then they have every right to fear them. Professionals they were in their work and they sure did it way better than these, soldiers and Jedi.

The radiation (not nuclear radiation) of the fire from this leviathon sized creature could be felt on his skin as the deadly fire was sprayed at Republic Forces and a little on the three Mandalorians. His HUD informed him of everything around him and it sure caught sight of the firebreather that caused the Redneck to be cautious about the firebreather. The Warrior begun some maneuvers to dodge these fires as he continued to reload his second pistol. A few seconds later after putting two new cartridges in his tow WESTARs and began fired upon the Yargh'un and Implanters that walked on the surface of this fortress planet. "Damn, pubs" the Mandalorian Mercenary yelled in his comm link, "bomb that karking worm! Killing y'all by the double!" He witnessed the Chrom-Vrone continued spitting more hot molten plasma to ground units and air units. If they were to survive and move to the real citadel, then they would have to focus all their concentration on the Rakamats, the chrom-vrone, and the firebreathers. And because of the worm taking out all of the units that barely put a dent on anything that was ordered to bombard then they were going to need waves and waves of air support to try to terminate these magnificent beasts.

And Vilaz also had to be smart of his actions. Ammunition wasn't infinite and if he ran out of ammo for his scattergun and his pistols then he would "borrow" a weapon or two from a Republic Soldier or take some ammunition. Taking a quick glance at what Arumi was up to the Rally Master saw the Dark Jedi Mandalorian charging at one of the firebreathers and began damaging it. "Show off," the Warrior muttered to himself as he as well continued to make more of his own damage on the Yargh'un and implanters before putting his sights on a grokata that was acting like a vacuum cleaner that was sucking and spitting out anything that its mouth captured. Perfect target especially due to the pace it was walking at.

Spoiler

Location: Bombers moving towards chrom-vrone

Objective: Concentrate and try to terminate chrom-vrone

Amounts: 10 bombers and 10 starfighters

 

[Caulder Dune]

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

Something slammed into Darth Adekos from the side, sending him sprawling into a pile of crates and freeing Gherron from his impending strangulation. The Umbaran snarled in annoyance. Who the hell were these people to keep interrupting him? This time it was some woman, one that had been dueling a deranged Yodaling. Evidently the minuscule menace hadn't done a very good job. Adekos got back up to his feet, igniting his lightsaber once again. He could smell the lightside circling around this brazen intruder. It disgusted him greatly. Happy thoughts were all well and good, but they were only good for dealing with the runts of the Sith litter. Like the useless green rag that had just been neutralized.

Strangely enough, the woman started talking instead of fighting. Sensing an opportunity, Adekos' lightsaber retracted back into its electrum hilt. Oddly enough it made no sound in doing so, but more important than that was the glare the Sith fixated Alexandra with. More hatred burned within those eyes than could possibly be fathomed. Years upon years of humiliation, stress, and failure locked in a fragile mortal coil. It looked like the Umbaran was going to explode at any given moment. A stark contrast to the clearly at-peace Alexandra. Adekos began to speak, a voice of metal and steel, and it almost looked like his lips weren't keeping up with the words he spat.

"If you've come to do battle, troglodyte, come and face me. But do not waste my time with questions."

Adekos shuddered under the pressure of the Dark Side as he amassed it to his side. His very frame seemed to flicker with instability at the sheer effort.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Location: Citadel
Objective: 2
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Jedi/Republic

"How interesting." The zeltron slid the Alchemists Blade into a sheath on her boot as she commented on a fake citadel leading into the breeding pits for her babies. The smile on her face though while she was using her implants to set the coordinates for Elara to additional breeding pits. with the spiked heel digging into the metal. The sheath on the other side being used to hold a Tehk'la blade while her hands went up along the side securing a second blade behind it for throwing.. The straps holding Rememberance Pistol close to her for its force weaponry, mirroring it was her Holdout Hand Cannon with more ammo within the Bodo Baas Gunbelt that went from her thighs and waist to shoulders giving holsters and sheaths. Her lightsaber with the ever insulting Dark'chyld crystal was there cursing.

The waist holsters securing more tricks and gadgets while Balaya slid the Heretic's End into a holster next to the Multi-weapon that clung to her side. She was gearing up for war after all and set within the clip at the small of her back Hex Grenade's for targeting the wookie's.... The flame thrower would also help with getting them nice and crispy. She kept her hands moving, the rest of her sabers and lightwhips being loaded on clips or hooks of the gunbelt. Her shoulder holsters getting filled with Lazy Eye Edition Merr-Sonn 'Power' 5 and AT-HBP1 "Brotherguard" Heavy Blaster Pistol under the opposite shoulder.

Balaya finished securing the rest of her Armor while the Warden Cloak went over her shoulders covering the alchemically hardened crystasteel. Her hands extending while she secured the taloned hands retracting them into her armor and securing a AT-1 Wrist Slugthrower with a Wrist Caster replacing the datapad on her opposite wrist. The equipment loaded with their shots while her Hydrastaff slithered around her arms and body. The serpents heads hissing in their anticipation. Balaya wasn't done yet but oh there were so many more things one needed.

She brought her hair up into a tight ponytail with loops of Detonation cord keeping the fiery mane of in check. Detonators in the pouches and gunbelt compartments away from it so she could set several explosives on the fly. Balaya finished it by raising the hood and securing a mouth guard, with what looked like a rebreather but was in actuality was a mouth operated blaster bought from the black market upon Balaya becoming a voice. Her hands grabbing the rest of the laid out ammo and gear as it went into compartments

She slid into a position quickly replacing the lavenrok an Asherian shield just over the gauntlet. The clippings for the shots and tech there being clamped down and into place. The gunbelts compartments filled with the plug and fire clips for her ammo, spare ammo, grenades and more gadgets. The notable being several multi-detonators's for the sith to utilize, some injector pen's filled with Ixetal Cilona a drug used by sith interrogators in their new tools, she slid two needles into her hair's ponytail.

She kept working it, her equipment and armor while letting the darkness that was the armors presence wash over her. Securing into slips and compartments. Several dart shaped MSW-9 molecular stiletto blades that could be held between her fingers. Three spools of Monofilament wire to provide extra cutting power that would tear into most of the armor they had encountered. Her mind flicking through what they knew from Korriban, Manaan and Dac but also Manaan again, Empress Teta, Coruscant, Alderaan, Kashyyyk and Zeltros. It brought a small smile to her face with the armors not providing as much protection. She loaded a small compartment with several hyposprayss to induce rage and fear as well as the psychotic behaviors.

She only had room for one more weapon and grabbed it while she walked out of the drop ship. The SRR-01 rifle taking it in her hands while the large and unruly gun became more of a fitting weapons she could use. Balaya looked on as her implants charged up, the Akure Defensive Augmentation Implants prepared for use while the rest of her implants for accessing the datapad linked up to the frequency to detonate the cord when she needed it. Her purple eyes zooming in and focused on what she could find out the window standing there. If the jedi made it this far they would need someone to face.



Location: Citadel
Controller: Darth Praelior
Forces:
Omega Squad
Elara
Sonja
Objective: Gather
Opponents: Republic






Elara was moving with them, Sonja the battlelord had come to join the team as Omega sector fives death squad were engaged. Outside the citadel and moving towards the other breeding pits. Their movements on the speeders quick and careful but they had an idea. The voice had created a second citadel which was over one... this world was made a fortress world and had more. The terrain made it perfect for all the sithspawn and vongspawn to be kept here as she followed the course being plotted for her by her master.

 

[Seras Goto]

Location: Spaceport
Objective: 1
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Jedi/Republic [member="Catherine Soja"]

The mechanical hiss came as Seras grabbed one of the soldiers who had gotten in. His mask being ripped off quickly as she spoke. "Come now there is nothing to fear." The mist ejected with a hiss and pop from her wrist bringing the cartridge contents into the air for him to inhale. A coughing fit while he breathed in the Bavo 6 with his pupils dilating. "But fear itself, and your friends are infected." Seras had doctored the dosage, had worked it to make sure it was more fast acting as he began to sweat. "They are infected with the vongspawn virus, you need to purge it from them."

Seras handed him the knife and turned him around as he was thrown into the pile of his friends and screams could be heard. Fear, paranoia and rage coming out as he tried to cut the infection of the vong from them. She kept moving as more reports came in. Her Life Preservation Suit MK II hissing from the mouthpiece as she tightened the Warden's Cloak over her medical supplies and refills, over the Hand Cannon on her hip and Hydrastaff slithered into her hand. The sprayer for the cartirdges of poisons with several refills in her bag while she popped the vial and inserted another.

"Lets go and play with them." She was looking forward to more getting in and when reports of others near the shield generator came. There was more to come while she walked and spoke into a comlink. Her own enjoyment coming in another mechanical laugh. "Oh yes let them come in and have the soldiers ready to turn it into a shooting gallery and her eyes trailed on the air vents. She could spread soem of the weaponized poison through the vents and let the siths helmets filter it while the republic became so paranoid they were attacking each other. She settled on moving through into the troopers that had been brought already.

She let her hand move under the cloak grabbing a hypospray from her satchel and loading it while she waded into a fight. Letting the padawans saber impact on her cloak and deactivate before she injected it into his throat. The drug going to work to make him psychotic and influenced by the darkside. Another quick toss of an injector pen into the shoulder of a soldier while she spun having the hydrastaff spit into their eyes. The wind lifting the cloak to reveal Hex Grenade's that were for the larger groups. "Continue to move and let them feel their own peoples blades on their throats." Her words hid it as she injected another dose of brain-jagger and the soldier started raging with a grenade into his own men.



Location: Starport
Controller: Seras Goto
Forces:
100 Sith Medical Doctors
250 Vong Soldiers
300 Sith Soldiers
Objective: Defend spaceport
Opponents: Republic



Serases troopers and medics moved, the medics being protected as they observed and began treating on the field. Their hyposprays full of the cartridges poisons while they treated jedi who had been injured with deathstick drugs... Their connection to the force becoming nullified or sending them into a rage to attack their own people.

 

[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: [member="Sena Lassiter"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="The Hound"]
Proximity: [member="Jannik Morlandt"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Quinn Vos"]
Music: Imperatrix Mundi

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T H E C I T A D E L ​

Images would dance through Isolda's mind. Visions. Possibilities. Yesss....

The future was always in motion. But in it was the plan of the Goddess. Her will. Destiny.

Many have crossed the threshold of the Eye of the Dark Lord's inner sanctum. Few have come out. The chamber itself was formed of alchemized black nihil smokestone. A shiny, nearly glasslike stone that looked as if it should shatter at a heavy touch -- yet although it may look like obsidian, it was infinitely stronger.

The meditation chamber itself was a wide vast circular room, surrounded by Yuuzhan Vong Slayers. Five long thick columns carved out of a combination of memory and Nihil smokestone were a beautiful testimony to the craftsmanship. Standing before them were five dusky skinned Vahla handmaidens. They stood perfectly still, garbed in spidersilk and glistaweb cowls. Lifelike statues that would await the word of Vahl.

Yet nothing held as much intrigue as the single large basin in the center of the room.

The divining basin was perched atop a tall column, which in turn was lifted up on a platform in the center of the atrium. The gray nihil smokestone base was carved with images of the Terrible Glare as if sucking the souls from mortals. Within the shallow pool, the light reflected on water to reveal to her all she would see, always the present, but sometimes the future and past.

Here Isolda stood, awaiting, always awaiting. The sole illumination coming from various basins filled with lume rocks, giving off heat and light but did not burn enough to scold a person's hand. Decorated around the obsidian walls were etched in pillars of Glow stone, a translucent crystal substance with a warm interior glow.

She wore a garb of seemingly black leather, with gilded features that would be molded over her body. A dark glistaweb cowl would shroud her features, barely distinguishable among the smoky carsunum haze that would swirl around the meditation chamber itself. The scent of Paluruvu would linger, a perfumed oil that not only excited the senses but would also have a soporific effect on most humanoid species. It was this combination of spice and oiled perfume that had seen the wash of conversions to ease Seydon's wife, Rosa before being reforged into the Dreadmaster of Nightmares, a Weaver of Fear, [member="Darth Layil"].

As Isolda gazed upon the narrow basin of water before her, the liquid went still. It reflected her pale visage, that sunken blank gaze of the Chosen of Vahl would slowly swivel in an eerie drift of her neck, the dark locks of ebony hair flanking the bruised and tattooed visage.

Soft murmurs filled the atrium. Words, once, twice, and then her reflection began to shift as if the pool had been disturbed. From where dark kohl lined eyes would be reflected, twin orbs shone like mirror and the strands of jewels swirled about her head, though Isolda felt the glittering strands lie heavy down her back in the windless meditation chamber.

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It was her in the water, but it wasn’t. Then, the Vahla hybrid tapped a finger against the surface, rippling it, blurring her reflection. She knew what was to come. It tortured her as it soothed her. It filled her with longing and frustration. From the frustration came anger, and from the anger a sense of bitterness she hid behind her placid face.

Then there he was; a smoky being in the night. A swirl of shadows and mist of a powerful force entity her Force sight could not deny.

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“̵T̷h҉e҉ time ̵has͡ ̛c͜o͞me͢.͠” The voice was Isolda’s own, but distorted; the way wind sounded different sieving through misted leaves. Indeed. His very presence tugged at her Force enhanced senses. Already there was a tense charge of energy in the air.

Yes. This was the beginning of the end. A soft whisper of a voice broke the din as [member="Quinn Vos"]s would enter with her tribute.

Those silver eyes would lift to meet the wild child connected through her apprentice Darth Odium long ago.

“́ͅ.͏̜̱̩̣̳̘͖.̬͓̜͍ͅ.̭̫W͏͙̯̠̬͓e̸͇͎̱̻͍l̠̝c͔o̘͙̮͈͘ͅm̥̱͎̞̰̟̥͝e̞͖̹̮͎̲ h̸̙̺o͘m̸̜͖͇e͚.̗̗̮͞ͅ”
̞̲̖̲̠̥̲​

NPC Forces:

Spoiler

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

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: Breeding Grounds
Objective: Destroy the Yuuzhan Vong Artillery.
Allies: [member="Book"], [member="Lan Graendal"],
Enemies: [member="Darth Nephthys"]

There were other republic starfighters that were descending upon the Breeding Ground along with Haytham's one sole J-1 Interceptor. Of course there were other allies out there in the air, and just as he realized it, a dozen starfighters formed up around his Interceptor. As a single ship he hadn't gotten much done, but with other squadrons out there, coordinating together they'd be able to bring down the Yuuzhan Vong technology eventually, as long as they brought plenty of air support.

From his peripheral vision he saw the real Citadel, and he knew that was his end goal once he was done here. If he was able to end what was going on here.

His commlink came to life, and he heard the sound of some Squadron Leader speaking, "Jedi Interceptor, there is a resupply station for your uses. Tell us where you'd like us to go."

For a moment Haytham said nothing, then he said, "Continue with what you were doing, though do your best to destroy any ground forces."

Just as soon as he had said that, his spine practically tore itself from his body as he barrel rolled to the side, just barely avoiding another Republic starfighter, and forcing that unfortunate pilot to move and re-adjust the entire formation, just as the Yuuzhan Vong projectiles came upon them, splattering across the deflector shields as they were pulled apart by the dovin basals. Some were fortunate to survive, but at least three were sent to fiery crashes. Haytham's teeth clenched and his knuckles whitened over the triggers and controls. More people to avenge. "Pull away, and return for a strafing run."

Once the squadron had reached a safe distance, and the artillery had found new targets, they descended again, this time firing missiles on a steep angle, and still able to pull upwards before the explosions damaged their own aircraft. For a moment, a smoke plume flew up in the air, then he felt a heavy collision with his ship, and he knew he was going down. Unfortunately for him, Haytham's Interceptor had only just begun climbing, and with it's engines cutting from the sudden hit, he was already back flipping over to the rapidly approaching ground...

 

[Long Gone]

Location: Near the Spaceport
Objective: Survive the Crash?
Allies: [member="Kian Karr"] | Republic Forces
Enemies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Baroness Magrath"] | [member="Seras Goto"] | One Sith

“Red Three, hard right!” A scruffy voice echoed in her helmet as she jerked the flight stick hard right, the multiple alarms sounded off as she turned her head to see the glistening tips of the concussion missiles headed in her direction. ‘A bit overkill…’ She thought to herself as she jerked the X-Wing into another roll, pulling back the flight stick to pull away from the strafing run on the particle shield of the Spaceport. She tapped the flares again as they sprayed far and wide, creating yet another display of beautiful flames that was intent on attracting the abundance of missiles – yet only a few would be brought into the array of flares, exploding harmlessly.

As the screen cleared and she brought the X-Wing back around in a soft bank to the left, the alarms suddenly rang out and the screeching sound of the R7 echoed the sentiments of the early warning system – she made a mistake. Maybe she had been out of the cockpit for too long, or maybe she miscalculated the advancement of the One Sith arsenal. Most likely the latter of the two considering she had a lot of flight hours…

‘Oh Feth…’ Was all she could get out before the missile hit the left side of the X-Wing with enough force to slam her head into the right side of the cockpit and crack her helmet.

Dozens of alarms rang out throughout the cockpit and the death wail of an astromech filled her ears as the left stabilizer broke loose and the upper left engine exploded in a ball of fire and shrapnel. The R7 astromech that was once behind her, was now everywhere behind her ship in a spray of hot metal and duraglass. Oil from the engines and probably the R7 unit splattered across the top of the cockpit and concealed the view of the world outside as the X-Wing took a hard downwards dive towards the ground below.

She grimaced against the g-forces that pushed her against the seat, pulling back desperately on the flight stick, hoping for some response from the broken ship – and thankfully she got some. A desperate struggle against broken systems and blurred vision from what could be relatively close to a concussion sustained from the impact against the cockpit canopy weren't the only things she was fighting - no, she was fighting to keep the ship from crashing straight into the ground. She could feel the nose coming out of the dive and the whine of the engines as they attempted to fire in conjunction with the vernier thrusters. She was flying blind at this point – there was no telling what she would run into. Multiple impacts against the remaining shields were no doubt turbolaser blasts that were intent on finishing the job – something she couldn’t have.

With a hard jerk to the right, and a prayer – the ship responded as a turbolaser bolt caught the bottom right engine just enough to detonate the leaking oil and fuel, sending the ship into a chaotic tumble. At this point, Aaralyn let go of the flight-stick and searched quickly for the ejection lever – but it was too late. The impact was hard – very hard and something she would probably have little to no recollection of later on down the road. Debris littered the ground for atleast half a kilometer or more and luckily the cockpit itself was mostly intact with crash cushions in-place to safeguard her from –lethal- injuries.

Her pilot’s helmet was cracked on the right side, blood seeped out of the helmet and down her chin as she lay against the console, unconscious. Her breathing was steady but shallow – god knows what other injuries she sustained. The faint crackle of broken communications could be heard echoing from the cockpit of the X-Wing, smoke billowing up from the wreckage. To most, it would be no different than any other crash - to some, it might hold something else.

OOC - Sorry, couldn't tag everyone at the Spaceport. Added two I noticed who were there.