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Gabriel checked the shield power systems. Seeing as though the generator was well ingrained in the facility, it would be tough to tap without actually penetrating the shield first. Quite the sticky predicament, he thought, as he considered why anyone would have their shields systems placed near the perimeter. Seemed like a poor idea. Neverthemind, impacts revealed continued fire towards the shield. He continued to cycle power through the systems, from ray to particle, to amplify the power and hold the enemy off. After all, Prakith was a difficult city to walk around in, let alone have tanks moving over plateaus and jutties and sharp outcroppings. Even volcanoes would be an issue for those not cautious and prepared for their surroundings. Grenades bounced against the shield with relatively little impact. After all, this was meant to fight off an invading force, not just the few grenades from a few lone mavericks
A Vong ran up unexpectedly towards the Sith Lord as he felt a sudden ping in his tingly force bits. He didn't know what it was, but something seemed off as the Vong turned his villip to speaker communications. Word about a downed fighter by Anti-aircraft turrets. Gabriel cracked his neck and smiled as he moved out of the main facility and headed out towards the shielding. Luckily for him, he was equipped with a specific coding sequence that he would relay to the command center when he needed to pass through. For now, he left his Vong to maintiain the facility while staying in contact with the splicers and controls.
For some reason, this presence seemed familiar...yet, wounded. As he walked out, he listened to the sounds of artillery smack against the shield in shimmers and spasms as turrets returned fire. He cloaked himself in the force, hiding his intent and image behind the veil of the thing that had been bent to his will. For now, he was in no danger, or so he suspected.
Forces:
-Controls for defenses, as well as controls for shielding, are inside the spaceport. Anti-Slicer group deployed within facility, working counter-slicing efforts on turrets and shielding. -Shields: Recharging at 80% -750 vong on grounds (kraetos shields on 200) - 500 deployed within spaceport -Additional platoons capable of orbital drop from the Right Hand (not engaged in fleet combat) or the Conquers Ring (Savan Class Carrier) in orbit
Location: Citadel(ish)
Objective: Fight in the pits
Allies: [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: All da bad guys [member="Darth Nephthys"]
The world tore apart around the Field Marshal. His muscles were clocked in at their peak, years of physical training and reflexes kicked in. He was a machine in combat. His leg, his mechanical Beskar leg, was a force to be reckoned with as it came into contact with the beasts of the pit. They came at Preliat. They came at him with their claws, their teeth and their fists- but they fell at his feet. He moved his tomahawk like a paintbrush, and his Beskad like a conductor's wand. He was a conductor of a symphony, a symphony of violence and of pain. Blood spewed forth, and many beasts fell at Preliat's feet. He moved quickly and rapidly, with a mixture of finesse and brutality. He moved deliberately. If Preliat were a Jedi, he'd be using Djem So. He was aggressive, using both of the blades, the heavy cleaving motion of the tomahawk and the powerful stabbing and slashing of the Beskad to dispatch the Chazrach, and whatever else came at him.
Then, the firebreathers came. His eyes narrowed. One loomed over Preliat, and poised to strike at him, it's flames beginning to build in it's stomach. Preliat looked upwards, and jetpacked upwards. His powerful body rocketed high into the sky, and for a moment, it was serene. He didn't activate it again, he let himself fall. He was maybe twenty or twenty five meters in the air. The fire-breather was below him. But for a second, he got a glimpse of the sky, and realized how pitiful his existence was in the long run of things. How menial their conflict was to the cosmos. The galaxy would move on with or without him.
But this fight was paramount to his galaxy. To his safety. To his child's safety. To his wife's. To his people's. To his friends. To the people he had not met. To all those who were to come. They needed to be stopped. Here he was- fighting a firebreather alone. [member="Arumi Zy"] was fighting the firebreather below him. He was not alone. Not here. With death at the gates- he'd greet the old friend sometime later. Death would have to wait. Just a bit longer.
Preliat began to come down, his powerful body and the weight of the armor coming straight for the firebreather, and his weapons raised above him, ready to strike the beast's head as soon as he landed.
Location: Star Destroyer Righteous Objective: Wipe them out - all of them Allies: [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], [member="Camellia Swift"], [member="Kayleigh Tyven"], [member="Jack Rand"] Enemies: [member="Boan Rein"], [member="Darth Vitium"], [member="Darth Arcis"], [member="Darth Arcanix"]
Righteous had made it past the initial salvo from the Immortal-class vessel, propelling out of the line of fire as it came broadside of the sickly Vong ships. The star destroyer continued to thrust hypervelocity ammunition into the unorthodox ships before it was at a near-parallel trajectory.
The moanings of a strange voice then filled the minds Tålamod and her crewmen--one they may have heard at some point or another, being Republic citizens, but not one any of them could claim to be particularly acquainted with. There had been many Republic warriors and operatives taken prisoner or gone missing-in-action over the course of this brutal war, and one voice of a distant person of a somewhat disconnected society did not faze them so much. Still, it was rather annoying to the lieutenant commander, especially considering her propensity for neurological ailments. She held her hand to her head and clutched at her cap as she raked her fingers through the strands of white-blond hair, compressing her temple to calm the brief spike in her pulse. "Not at this hour," she mumbled.
Another anomaly was soon broadcast to the Republic fighters, this time in the appearance of scores of new ships come to aid the One Sith forces. But Shapochka was not fooled. Being colorblind, the half-Miralukan had never completely relied on her optical senses and often utilized her minor Force-seeing ability in conjunction with her impaired vision to make sure of her surroundings. Oddly, there were no mass presences that she could sense. The Sith apparently had some sort of illusion projector they were attempting to trick them with. She proceeded to call to her alarmed men, hand still against her forehead but blood pressure abating. "It's a trick. Be paying none attention to it, yes. There are no attackers there."
Soon, Righteous came broadside with the Vong ships and began to expend its turbolasers into the unsightly vessels. Return fire was to be expected, but they were beyond the command ship's potent proton beam and could reasonably rely on their shields to shrug off the retaliatory volleys. "Continue fire, yes. Stand by for more orders."
Summary:
Grandmaster voice briefly causes mental aggravation
Illusions ignored
Minor shield depletion from Yralf's and other Vong ship's turbolaser fire taken
HVCs continue firing on Yralf and other Vong ship
Broadside turbolaser salvos initiated against other Vong ship
Location: Space Objective: 2 Allies: [member="Sressechka"] Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"]
Amongst it all was a single fighter, a Rush-class, fully immersed in the white current. To the eyes of those who did not know it, it would not be seen, felt or heard. It simply did not exist so long as no one made contact with it. This was a difficult task in the confines of space, but Kamon had been practicing the ability long enough to know what he was doing, and he didn't plan to stay in the midst of the battlefield. That was pure stupidity.
Instead, he flew the interceptor deftly through and around the enemy, avoiding them like the plague, until he neared the upper atmosphere. Someone else was using the current, perverting it with darkness. He frowned and piloted the fighter along, not entering the atmosphere as of yet, as it was easier to navigate the planet from without. Whoever was using the current was doing so on a grand scale, the likes of which he'd only known a few people to be capable of, and he was pretty sure that this wasn't Je'gan or Tahira. His fingers were itching to pull the trigger but he restrained himself.
He inverted the starfighter so he could stare down at the planet, searching for that place that was hidden. He would find it, and he would tear it down. Fortunately years of piloting himself everywhere was going to pay off this day. At least he was avoiding the major battle areas while he searched. No sense in making it more difficult on himself than it had to be.
Location: Snowy crags overlooking north side of spaceport
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Enemies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"]
Her comms intercept buzzed; from location clues, she zeroed in on a little knot of panic taking form around a crumpled black blotch. Someone had just sniped a Sith. There'd been no sound. A subsonic weapon, maybe, or a Nightstinger-style Atrisian gun. From the way the Sith had fallen...
She shuffled back from her gun and pulled out her map of the city. She marked the dead man's location with a circle, then drew two short lines radiating from the centre, about forty-five degrees apart. That angle was her best guess as to the enemy sniper's location.
Khallesh leapt down two stories, the air whistling through the gaps in her Skerr Kyrric before she came down in a roll. Back on her feet in a flash she cross the remaining five metres to the repulsor tank. With the limited line-of-sight of a tank crew, they had not spotted her before, but as the repulsors whined and the vehicle started to lift, she assumed she had been noticed.
Too late, it started to gain height. She leapt and slammed the singularity mine into its hull. Landing gracefully she pumped her legs hard to put some distance between them. She didn’t turn as a loud “Thwump!” indicated that the mine had gone off. Only when she had dashed into the opposite skyscraper did she risk a glance. Watching as the tank crumpled and fell, landing on another one. Both were sucked into the singularity, before it faded.
Another pair of tanks moved up and the air erupted around her as their secondary weapons fired, but not for long. A team of Chazrach several floors above opened fire with their chitin carbines, launching blast bugs onto the infidel machines.
The scene was repeated in several places. Long ago forces across the galaxy had learned the value in spearheading attacks with armour. However, long age they had realised that armour could not attack unsupported. In a nest of winding streets, and skyscrapers full of Sith and Yuuzhan Vong forces, the vehicles would be horrendously exposed to anti-tank fire from all directions. No, if they were going to continue their advance, they would need infantry support and to fight hard, street by street, to take the ground surrounding the spaceport. They would not be allowed to manoeuvre unimpeded around the field.
Order of Battle:
Domain Val, Glorious Battlegroup Khallesh
(This unit reports to Warmaster and Yammosk, in turn under @Reverence )
Command: Khallesh, 2 slayers, 2 warriors working the Master Villip.
Mounted Infantry: 4 Yuuzhan Vong Warriors on Vaghrokka
Infantry: 6 Yuuzhan Vong Warriors, 20 Chazrach with chitin carbines
Thralls: Thrall Herder and 100 Thralls
Hunters: 4 Yuuzhan Vong Hunters with Cloaks of Nuun
Airborne: Infantry squad on Yorik Trema
Map:
And here's a quick go at a map. Assume everything is fairly well built up that's off the main roads. However, the larger black boxes all indicate a huge skyscraper.
Let's expand a little:
The city sits on a plateau only 5km across that is roughly circular. For this reason the city is particularly vertical and dominated by skyscrapers. The very largest reaching to nearly a kilometer in height and hundreds of metres wide at the base. Whilst the plateau is "flat" relative to the surrounding mountains, the ground level of the city varies by as much as 500m. This ensures travelling by foot can be difficult, with winding slopes between the lowest layers of buildings.
The spaceport of the city sits around the base of one particularly large control tower. The ground is flattest here, for the largest shuttles to deposit their goods. Smaller shuttles may dock directly on the central tower. The space port is on the eastern edge of the city. The southeast border of the plateau drops off very sharply and into a valley, down which much of the traffic travels. For this reason approach to the city from the south east on the ground is exceedingly difficult.
The western side of the city leads into lower ranges and the Asonel cave system. The mountain ranges to the North and North-East of the city tower over even the highest skyscrapers.
There are two major business districts to the city, one directly east of the spaceport and one on the northwestern edge. Much of the rest of the city is surprisingly multi-purpose, with no clearly defined districts. The reason for this is that each of the skyscrapers is multi-purpose, with each a mix of several uses. A single skyscraper could have housing, leisure, office space, and industrial regions all spread across its levels. Housing towards the lower levels is generally much more affordable. Housing to the north-east of the city is particularly cheap and the lower levels here are closer to slums, with several red-light districts frequented by merchants.
There are two main areas of the city, where great effort has been taken to cultivate parkland and flora. Often the most expensive residential areas are near here, with the lower levels near the greenery actually quite desirable.
A massive speeder lane bisects the city from north-south, with many layers of traffic being organised down this highway, airspeeders can cross the city with ease. Moving from west-east is more problematic, and requires travel at lower speeds to weave between the jagged skyscrapers.
Location: Snowy crags overlooking north side of spaceport Objective: B Allies: The Bullet Enemies: [member="Spencer Jacobs"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"]
Every once in a while you meet that guy. You all know what I am talking about, the moment he is shot at they somehow realize that they are in danger and jump away from the danger. It’s that precognition nonsense people keep lauding, ain’t a big fan of that, but then again… I ain’t a big fan of most stuff hoodoo-magicians do these days.
Anyway.
As was expected this Sith Lord somehow realize he was in danger and jumped away at the last second… and that was where the fun began. Here’s the thing about me.
I can’t take control of forty people at the same time and use ‘em as my personal minions or scanning equipment, neither can I crash a skyscraper into another skyscraper by the will of my mind, and I probably also can’t teleport across battlefields at my own leisure.
But there is one thing I can do pretty well, if I may say so myself. Bullet bending, the Ysanna call it ‘Projective Guidance’, the Gray Paladins of old called it their baby - only thing I knew was that I could guide the bullet wherever I wanted it to go (within reason, of course).
So here’s what happened. I was the bullet, could almost see it slowly move across the battlefield towards the original position of the Sith Lord, two seconds before impact the Sith rushed away and that was where the magicka started. I guided the bullet, made it bend to the left - hell, I could practically feel the friction of the air molecules trying to keep it at the same angle.
Didn’t work out though, it angled just at the sweet spot and penetrated the Sith’s throat.
Gurgle, slumping and the Sith had fallen. Instant chaos, but I didn’t need to worry a lot. Why?
Because they thought they knew the right angle, what they hadn’t realize (yet) was that the bullet’s original trajectory had been very different from the final path. Didn’t mean someone who had been paying attention wouldn’t notice that the Sith had jumped away before getting hit though, I would have to move soon.
In the meanwhile I started lining up a new target.
They kept walking and in their walk the Lord of Freedom would keep collecting power to his own persona, it would soon be time to drop the White Current Illusion.
Simply because… it wouldn’t make much of a difference anymore.
Where was Neph indeed. A good question, and yet it wasn’t the right question. Could be forgiven, of course. She was still new, fresh… delightfully rampant with audacity as well. Carach enjoyed it when the young and new weren’t all meek and curled into a fetal position of distress when they encounter their Masters.
‘The Power of the Force is not a trivial matter, young Sena.’ the rumble of his voice would carry towards her ears, as the various detachments of Royal Guards would snap to attention at the sight of their Master.
Some of them started to follow behind their Lord, while others kept their position, all was well.
‘You will aid me in any way possible.’ the Sith Lord finally answered her first question, without actually answering it.
Objective 2 - Citadel Inquisitorius Location: Inside the Citadel Allies: [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Darth Carach"] Enemies: [member="Quinn Vos"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Jaxton Ravos"], [member="Jannik Morlandt"] Special Equipment: Warden Cloak (Green)
Crack for crack more of her true self began to slowly but steadily break out again. The fear was subsiding and in it’s place came frustration at his insistence of dodging questions. Her hands curled up into fists as her arms swayed by her side. Her confidence grew and her eyebrows furrowed. Sena was back and this man was starting to annoy her badly.
They passed his guards and she turned around to look at them. It was certainly strange to walk backwards but when a bunch of soldiers marched behind you in perfect symmetry there was little she could do but get curious. Were these men his or just loyal lackeys of the government? Come to think of it she probably should have asked him about that rather than getting all cocky.
Actually, why should Sena hide who she was? Either she’d die by the hands of the invaders or she would die at the hands of this Sith Lord because of her insolence and the latter seemed like a lot more fun. It got her thinking, perhaps there was a reason why she was a two-bit criminal on Nar Shaddaa and not the full-blown Sith that her old mentor had tried to shape her into.
Her focus shifted back to the lord and his insistence of not answering her question. Enough was enough and she changed the subject, somewhat.
“I know that the force isn’t a ‘trivial’ matter, Lord… You.” She turned around from her backwards jog and put on a deep mocking voice. “Sena, the force is yours control. Now levitate this ball for an hour while I chuck stones at you.”
She sighed and shook her head. Judging by the overall feel of this entire planet it didn't seem like she was quite right to complain about it. After all, for all she knew it could be what waited right around her corner.
“Damn!” Kian said as they crested the hill and he set eyes on the shield surrounding the spaceport. Turning back toward his soldiers, he gave the signal to fall back to cover and they silently moved back to a more defensible position.
“Ideas?” Kian asked to the commander of the troops that was with him.
“Give us a minute.” He said calling a few soldiers over and pulling out their datapads. Kian stepped back and turned toward @Rael sul B’an as the soldiers looked over the reports.
“This is problematic. Hopefully they can find us a way in.” Kian said, annoyed that intelligence had failed in this regard. His report hadn’t said anything about a shield. He would be sure to make not of that in the official reports afterwards…..assuming there was an afterwards. Before Kian could say anything further his comm sent off. There were troop movements in the area, Republic troops.
"[member="Sanya Val Lerium"], this is Kian Karr. Our infiltration team is settled down outside the spaceport's shield. We're working on a plan to get in." Kian said bringing his datapad out. "I'm forwarding you coordinates now."
"Sir, we have something!" Called the commander and Kian turned his attention to the officer.
"Go ahead." Kian said clasping his arms behind his back.
"Well to start," the soldier said and pointed over the embankment toward the closest turrets, "we need to take control of that turret." With that the officer handed the datapad to Kian and he glanced over it. Looking up, Kian was glad his helmet hid the smirk that was present on his face.
"You think it will work?" Kian asked handing the datapad back and folding his arms across his chest.
"Yes, sir." The man said, determination evident in his voice and body language. Kian was certain he could sense a slight hesitation in his force aura....but it was really the only chance they had.
"Ok." Kian said and opened a comm channel to Sanya again. "I need a distraction over here, think you can do something?"
Location: Enroute to Spaceport on Shuttles Controller: Kian Karr Forces:
EMBU Droids [45]
Republic Special Op Commandos[25]
Objective: Infiltrate Spaceport Opponents: Unknown as of yet
That was to be expected, the trick could only work once after all. The Dovin Basals would still be able to defend their own ships, but otherwise they would be less coordinates. The yammosks would feel frustration, but for now there was nothing to be done. Boan mouthed the word 'brace' and then smiled as she watched two of the Skrii-Ro'ik be struck head on.
Their intricately laced armor smashed into them, glancing off and carving a path as though it were flesh.
Seconds later she watched as fighter and bomber detachments began to glance against one another, her eyes slowly following the ways of combat.
“Have the Immortal Fire all weapons on the Noblesse. The rest of the fleet is to continue on their current path, sent the Razers into the fighter mix.” She smiled slightly. “Bring out our...friends and tell the Sith to prepare the surprise.”
This would be where the real fun began.
Summary:
Immortal Fires all weapons including Proton Cannon at Noblesse(This should now be possible due to angles)
Yralf and Yuuzran were both hit, Yralf is down to half weapons and nearly crippled
Yuuzhan Vong Ships continue to fire with all weapons on The Righteous
Fighters are engaged.
Razers move into the cluster of fighters.
Bombers are now engaged.
Long Range Signal sent out to Contact the Dark Blades.
Location: northeast of Spaceport Objective: the capture of the space port Allies: The galactic republic & friends [member="Kian Karr"] Ξ [member="Caaithiel Deschart"] Enemy: sith and there friends acquaintances, [member="Reverance"] Ξ [member="Khallesh"]
after waiting silently in her ship for the next update from her teams, the com started going off. "huh it's early for the update" she pressed the button to open it up.
"Sanya Val Lerium, this is Kian Karr. Our infiltration team is settled down outside the spaceport's shield. We're working on a plan to get in.I'm forwarding you coordinates now." the notification appeared on her terminal in the cockpit. "okay I've received them" Sanya reviewed his co-ordinates and by the looks of it the claymore's from team 3 should be close by.
it had reached the 30 minutes mark and team 1 reported in, Sanya pressed the button to accept the call. "Commander Val Lerium we have herd report's that team seven have came under fire and are currently dealing with the situation but they have lost two Tanks. team three are five minutes out from the spaceport, and we have lost one more tank to automated diffences" with that information Sanya started to think of a plan to help [member="Kian Karr"] infiltrate the space port. "okay copy that. As soon as team three are in position I need them to keep a screen of fire to prevent the enemy seeing what's happening on the outside. the same applies to your team. this should create cover for Karr's troops" the soldier quickly replied "yes sir" with that part out the way now came to dealing with team sevens problem "tell team 7 to bring the biggest build near them down when it's collapse tell them to retreat using the dust screen and move to team six and merge with them. I'll need all of them for the next phase of my plan." this should at least add to the next part of the plan. "I'll be contacting you next time so keep your efforts at blinding the enemy" once again the soldier quickly replied "affirmative sir." as soon as the call ended the com's started bleeping again.
"I need a distraction over here, think you can do something?" Sanya giggled "I'm way ahead of you. team three will be moving into position any minute now, and will be providing a screen of fire to block all sight from the inside giving you and your team some leg room. as soon as that shield is down my teams will work on there defenses." sanya's terminal bleeped to say that team 3 is now in position. as the bombardment started on the shield from team 3 it could be herd from karr's com. "I thought it was quite." Sanya giggled once again "okay now is your chance what ever you are going to do, do it now."
Npc location, objective, number:
Team 1 location: front of Spaceport number: 46 current objective: bring down shield, create a screen of fire to cover Kian Karr's troops
Team 2 location: Back of Spaceport number: 49 current objective: bring down shield
Team 3 location: eastern side of Spaceport Number: 50 current objective:bring down shield, create a screen of fire to cover Kian Karr's troops
Team 4 location: 7,K (9) Number: 50 current objective: secure a perimeter
Team 5 location: 7,K (5) Number: 50 current objective: secure a perimeter
Team 6 location: 8,K (7) Number: 50 current objective: secure a perimeter
Team 7 location: 8,K (1) Number: 48 current objective: secure a perimeter
Location: Enroute to Spaceport Objective: 1 Allies: [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Kian Karr"] Enemies: [member="Reverance"]
All the walking was a real killer, but hey, when they crested the hill at least they could see the spaceport in front of them. That was a start. It was, of course, covered in a shield, and defended by turrets, which wasn't the best situation in the world, but it was a starting point. She dropped her transmitter and pulled out her pad before she glanced at the soldiers and the Jedi Master around.
"They're going to know where we are, so I'll need some cover, but give me a bit to work."
It seemed they were going to try some sort of distraction, though.
"Distraction works, too. Though, please leave me at least one guard. It'll be hard to defend myself otherwise."
She started up her decryption software and began transmitting. Fingers flew furiously across the controls as she began her initial engagement with the enemy cyber warfare team. This was going to be her first real chance to see what she could do. That meant that she was going to start small, however. Her initial target? The nearest defensive turret. If she could take control of that, then she could feed through that and get into their interior systems and, hopefully, get the shields down.
Location: Spaceport, Landing Bay 88-N Objective: Defend the Spaceport Allies: [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Darth Valtryx"] Enemies: [member="Vulpesen"] | [member="Gherron Vael"]
Warok's chain was yanked by Vulpesen - ha - at about the same time as Gherron Vael stepped in for the strike. Rather than do something that required effort, like blocking the lightsaber blow to his midsection with one of those nice, shiny gauntlets, Warok let the yank of the dark-haired Jedi-esque man fling him off his feet.... and straight toward Vulpesen.
The Ewok accelerated his speed with the Force until he was rocketing toward Vulpesen's stomach, one hand clutched tight around a chain he hadn't let go of, the other extended in a superman-Darth Kryptus-punch.
Except instead of a Darth wearing a red cape, it was just an Ewok. So the punch would have a lot less oomph to it, right? Wrong. It would have, if the gauntlet. Warok was wearing wasn't installed with a shockwave generator. Miners used the same technology in their power hammers. Power hammers that they used to smash through solid rock walls with ease. If Warok's blow landed, knuckle dusters of durasteel and cortosis would meet the armor of Vulpesen and - due to the shockwave generator - Vulpesen's armor would suffer tremendous denting, probably concaving inward. It could not only cause his own armor to bend back into his flesh, but the transference of kinetic energy would likely fracture a rib or three. Not a mortal wound, but a painful one.
Chain-whip-lightsabers might be hard to understand, but mega-punches were oh so much more simple.
Warok's black eyes saw how the other end of Vulpesen's saber staff started to come up in a slash, so he redirected his aim, moving instead to first punch the literal blade of the staff away with his left cortosis-woven durasteel armored fist, then bring his right fist around in a punch for Vulpesen's midsection that would essentially do the same thing as above, since it also was equipped with the shockwave generator.
There she would cast her crimson gaze upon the far reaches of the Citadel's domain. The wide lens of the two shields that were activated over the citadel were wide and far off to ensure that the dovin basals would not affect them.
Everything was being locked down in preparation of a siege. A long term siege.
But that is why Prakith was a Sector 5 Fortress world.
Prakith was a mountainous fortress world located in the Prakith system of the Deep Core that, thanks to its unstable terrain and its isolation, was a difficult location to conquer by force. Early in the planet's history, Prakith was a volatile, volcanic world, but was stable enough for Imperial survey teams to explore it during their expeditions into the Deep Core.
Prakith's close proximity to the Galactic Core made it a prime location for a hidden redoubt, and was one of the first Deep Core worlds to be civilized.
Prakith's major cities (such as Prak City) were built atop the planet's large plateaus, surrounded on all sides by great caverns and crevasses. Since ground travel across such terrain proved difficult, natives often used cloud cars and airspeeders for transportation. The natives were, under One Sith Imperial rule, a relatively subdued and businesslike population.
Investigations would continue inside the citadel to lock down any potential threats. Whatever had caused that explosion and whomever it was would be found.
Slayers at the archives would continue to move as would the Yuuzhan Vong warriors. They would spread across the grounds, down to the lower levels, and investigate to see if there were any other potential surprises.
If there were, the would start the process to neutralize them.
C I T A D E L N P C F O R C E S U N D E R D A R T H N E P T H Y S' C O M M A N D
LOCATION: The Citadel Objective: Defend Controler: Nepthys
Yuuzhan Vong Soldiers: 20,000 with Yuuzhan Vong crab armor treated with the Baffor Worm. Applicable weaponry such as razor bugs, Spark bugs, singularity mines, borash jelly, and all other normal vong weapons apply - all over the citadel and grounds.
AT THE BREEDING GROUNDS -- ONE CANYON AWAY FROM THE REAL CITADEL Location: ^ Objective: ATTACK!! Starship troopers style Allies: Sith beast masters Enemies that are all being DIRECTLY ENGAGED
T H E C R O M E - V R O N E
[member="Haytham Kaze"] [member="Sressechka"]
The strafing fire from both Haytham and Vilaz's fire would smack across the yorik coral surface of the large Chrom Vrone worm. The combined force of firepower would be missed by some of the Dovin Basals providing cover, striking at the large beast and setting bits of it on fire, some of the surface cracking.
The meter thick tentacles would writhe as if in pain, returning back into the volcanic 100 meter wide hole to find more ammunition from it's remaining limbs.
No plasma would be spewed as it would attempt to reload by grabbing more molten plasma within its belly.
But it was clearly starting to wear under the assault from the Republic Forces.
T H E R A K A M A T S
[member="Lan Graendal"]
Four would remain on defense with the dovin basals taking the bulk of the damage. These were spherical creatures that were able to generate powerful gravitational fields that were used mainly as propulsion devices and shields. They were capable of creating micro-black holes that could absorb laser shots at spacecraft, as well as almost anything else, from proton torpedoes to concussion missiles. Groups of dovin basals were capable of generating inhibition fields which served as a type of force field to trap enemies in certain areas.
Dovin basals could also dramatically drain deflector shields from nearby enemy craft -- and if the incoming air support had those, in the following next minutes they would soon start to feel the effects.
Damage would be partially swallowed up by the Rakamats, but not everything would be swallowed up by the singularities. Two more grokata would fall as would one Rakamat would explode in the continual blast from the Skotcha.
However, they too would not halt their own blasts back to the skotchas by firing its protruding Yaret-Kors right at them.
Arumi Zy would be a testimony to Mandalorian determination. The scent of burnt ozone and flesh would crackle across the vicinity as Force lighting would send the first Firebreather down. His beskad would swipe at the legs, sending the beast crashing down face first. A loud hissing screech would cut the landscape as the Dark Jedi Master would bring the beast down onto the ground.
As if attempting one last effort, the firebreather would buck, but it was to no avail, Arumi Zy had brought down a mighty beast of the Yuuzhan Vong.
Proving that the large vicious creatures could be felled by a Mandalorian blade.
Beside him, Preliat would take up the other firebreather. His aim was true. It would strike at the head, bringing the second Firebreather down to it's knees.
It's towering body would crash and fall, sending a spew of liquid fire over the battlefield.
The Grokata that would be approached by Vilaz would find black beady eyes staring him down. Suddenly, his beaklike mouth would start to open wide.
And it would start to consume.
Grokata can a vacuum to suck in food rapidly in a cone that can extend up to 40 meters. This suction can pull a maximum of 15 average sized humans off their feet and into the creature's mouth. And right now, it's intended target was Vilaz with a single thought in mind.
COME INTO MY BELLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
T H E I M P L A N T E R S & Y A R G H ' U N
[member="Elizie Adasca"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Varus Shatterstar"]
The reptoid Chazrach warriors would move to get closer the Jedi and the Republic personnel. Implanters, all seeking to make seed coral slaves with the implantation of the seeds.
[member="Haytham Kaze"] 's sacrifice as he came down from his hit would not be in vain, for his support strafing fire would hit the ground just prior, blowing up a tunnel of the implanters breeding grounds and sending internal tunnels to collapse, preventing any more from coming from that particular burrow.
The Yuuzhan Vong creatures bodies would litter the ground, acidic blood soaking the rocky soil underneath.
But the rumble of the continual bombardment from Vilaz's ships and Haytham's right before he'd fall would bring forth the field of amphistaffs ready to attack.
They would come from under the ground, not quite yet to the surface but enroute.
O F F I N T H E D I S T A N C E
[member="Book"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
The scouts would continue to search for any kind of movement beyond the breeding grounds. So far no luck. The mountainous terrain that would protect Prakith and make land movement nearly impossible was also two fold against the Sith.
What would protect them would also be a rough way to find any insurgents. The e-web they used would blend them into the gorges.
None the less, they would continue to search on their speeders and aerial search. Let us hope that those under Book's command would continue to be hidden.
The small pocket of Jedi along the hillside would be unmolested, but with the rumbling of the ampistaff colonies, they just might find a surprise coming at them from the small gopher like holes upon the ground....
What will they do? Where will they go?
War. Yesss...
War was coming.
C I T A D E L N P C F O R C E S U N D E R D A R T H N E P T H Y S' C O M M A N D A T T H E B R E E D I N G G R O U N D S
LOCATION: The Breeding Grounds Objective:
I have tagged folks in the description on what is being done.
but the big guy, Chromvrone recharging to get more ammo for its tentacle Yaret-Kor
The beast fell below him, and he rode it downwards, ripping his Beskad and his Tomahawk from it's body, leaving a trail of foul blood in their wake. He picked them up, twirling them in his hands. His HUD pointed him towards Vilaz. Vilaz- his brother, a younger, more vulnerable Mandalorian was being attacked by massive beasts. Grokata. He'd read about them. Read the reports. Knew what they could do. He had to move rather quickly- or else Vilaz was to be doomed. He knew where it was most vulnerable. His jetpack screamed to life, and he left Arumi with the dead Firebreather, giving him a moment's respite. Preliat scorched across the ground, and turned his hips backwards. Bucking them backwards, he rolled along the ground.
Preliat was so skillful when he moved- he was not a powerful opponent. He was a skilled predator. He did not win battles by power, he won them with his skill. Grokata, as massive and tall as they were- had a weakness in their underbelly. Preliat was going to make sure that the Grokata would never harm another on this planet again. Because they'd be dead. He turned and slashed across it's belly, his heavy Beskad cleaving into the air. If it were to be successful- he'd follow up with a very cruel tactic. He aimed to point his wrist-mounted flamethrower upwards, in the possible gash he made in it's belly. And he was hoping to unleash a torrent of flames inside the beast- cooking all it's important internal organs and whatever surprises lay inside.
"It is a shame you were not born on Mandalore, beast."
Vulpesen's eyes caught the sudden burst in speed and quickly compensated. He had no idea about the shock waves, bu he knew a metal fist to the gut would do quite a bite more than ruin his day. Turning his body, he preformed a matador dodge, just barely missing the gauntlet aimed at his body while the other still managed to slam into his saber staff, spinning it wildly out of his hand and into the air. "Kark!" He growled out the curse word and faced the sailing ewok, happy that its position in the air would keep it from changing direction. After all, such could only happen with friction which was woefully lacking in mid air. Wasting no time in his attack, he reached out his hands and shot several daggers at the ewok's back, aiming to turn it into a small fluffy and flying pincushion, the blades being quite easy to catch up with him as they were going faster than any eye to catch.
This was disappointing, Seras looked as she stood there for a moment and it seemed the reports were wrong. There wasn't anything near the shields for them to deal with and her suit beeped. There were more soldiers and fighting going on as reports of hacking attempts came. "Do they have access to our network?" There was no's from the soldiers and engineer. It was being done from a distance and that meant... Little. Wireless connections could become so unreliable while she moved and spoke. "You know what to do." She looked at the soldiers and they gave a nod of their heads while Seras spoke. "Turn off the wifi and change the password.... 1234 was a terrible choice. Then shoot anything not sith within line of sight of the turrets."
Location: The Chambers of Isolda in the real Citadel
Objective: Deliver her a tribute and....
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Randial"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Sena Lassiter"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Randial"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Sena Lassiter"]
She nodded to Randial like she would nod to any other guard escorting them into the Prophetess' chambers. It was simple and curt. Only he would be able to detect the lingering of something deeper in the depths of her fiery-gaze.
The tension building along her bare-shoulders increased and more so as their escorted group entered the chambers she only knew through [member="Darth Odium"]'s memories - through his touch. She could feel the pulse of Ryan's heart in her clenched fingertips along his arm. The light in his presence threatened to break through her armor of deceit.
She stepped in closer to Ryan as if she were shoving him roughly from behind. He would suddenly find the cuffs not so tight because the smallest crack of an opening unclicked their seal. Upon closer inspection, it could've just been blamed on fault workmanship.
The wild-girl stared at Isolda.
"I have brought you a sacrifice."
Words were slow and drawn out but surprisingly well-spoken.
