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

[Hal Terrano]

LOCATION: On foot, en-route to Citadel
OBJECTIVE: Sneaky sneaky
ALLIES: [member="Avalore Eden"], I mean, uh, One Sith, totes.
ENEMIES: Avalore Eden? Yeah, the Republic...and...and yeah.

The citadel loomed, an imposing sight jutting out of harsh ridged terrain of Prakith.

Who knew that Hal Terrano would reap benefits from his time spent amongst the ranks of the One Sith? Having Darth Mierin as a former Master of course, meant that the ominous structure before them was the genuine article, and not a product of trickery. Perhaps if he had not been set out upon this isolated mission then he could have advised his comrades, alas, that did not happen.

He stood uncomfortable in standard black Sith robes, the very garments that he had worn the last time he'd seen Coruscant. They hung a touch loose, Hal now being a leaner man living on the strict porridge and fish diet (not in the same bowl, mind you).

Of course, he wasn't alone.

Avalore Eden accompanied him, looking a heck of lot more Jedi-like than he did. The durasteel cuffs around her wrists were a new accessory, mind you. Really brought out her eyes, you know?

Far removed from the rest of the Republic's forces they had landed as close as they could to the citadel, but given the terrain there was a touch of on-foot traversing to be done. Easier said than done when you didn't have your arms available for balance. I'm sure he'll catch you if you opt to fall over.

“You do not look sad enough, Avalore,” he commented, looking back at his prisoner with a rather stiff eye.

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Hangar
Allies: [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"], [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: Sith
Objective: DESTROY THOSE WHO HURT MY LOVED ONES!

Good. he'd made it out of that alive. But before he could celebrate, he felt a spike of pain coming from the one person who was closer to him than Ace. The one person he truly loved and would lay down his life for without a moment's hesitation. Alexandra was in danger. Anger flared in his heart and he turned to see [member="Darth Adekos"] send a barrage of electricity at the woman. Luckily, Gherron had moved forward to intercept but that did not lesson the offense.

There were two major emotions of light and dark. Hatred and Love. Two sides of the coin, heads and tails, complete opposites, yet they held extreme power in their own rights. And in this moment, both of them raged within the Tenevi warrior. Every instinct bred into him over the thousands of years took place in that moment and he acted on them, giving more fuel to the fire. With his usually golden eyes changing to a crimson red he pointed a crooked hand at [member="Warok the Defiler"] and released a torrent of jet black lightning as the fur ball charged him. The jedi lack the passion that fuels them. The glowing red orbs fixed on the elder sith. The sith lack the purpose to drive them! The jedi and zorrens had taught him to defend others. That is what he would do. Every remaining dagger launched itself from his coat towards the man, fifteen black blades darting forward like small arrows, with the sole purpose of ripping through the sith's body. I lack neither!

He had had enough. Attack him all you wanted, but attack those he loved and Vulpesen caged the playful fox. The wolf was out to play and it did not play nice. Vulpesen had never unleashed all of his power in a fight, always preferring caution. Reserve every thrust, never hurl every dagger. Always keep something in your bag of tricks. This time he completely refused that and poured every counted of hatred and protective love into his actions.

 

[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"]

Before Darth Adekos could press his advantage and end this scrape before it escalated, someone intervened. Another young whelp who stank of the Light Side, albeit it wasn't as pungent as the one emanating from from the woman he had nearly succeeded in electrocuting. The storm of lightning stopped after a few moments of being absorbed by the intrepid Knight's lightsaber. For a brief period, Adekos could be seen more clearly. A single eyebrow raised. Almost as if he was confused that someone would attempt to defend another for no discernible gain. Jedi were perplexing creatures in that regard.

"Brave, but foolish."

Adekos was familiar with lightsabers. He had built two or three over the years. Even across the philosophical gulf that separated the Sith and the Jedi, Lightsaber construction techniques remained roughly the same. For instance, he knew that all lightsabers tended to be powered by small diatium power cells. He also knew that with the right amount of Electronic Manipulation, he could overload the power cell within Gherron's lightsaber and have it explode in his hand. Once upon a time, a Twi'lek Sith Lord had done the same thing to the infamous Thronebreaker. The Thronebreaker lost his arm in that ensuing explosion. Perhaps Gherron would fair better, as the methodology the Twi'lek and Darth Adekos were employing were slightly different.

At the least, Gherron would likely end up with a mangled hand in the next few seconds. Unless he happened to notice his lightsaber handle suddenly rising in temperature and was able to figure out what was going on before it was too late.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Location: Spaceport
Objective: Try not to lose a hand
Allies: [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
Enemies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Darth Adekos"]

Gherron lowered his weapon slightly when the lightning stopped, and he cocked his head in response to the raised eyebrow. "Got a problem, buddy? I just don't like people messing with my friends. Now you may think that's foolish, I call it loyalty." It was around this time that he noticed his lightsaber heating up immensely, and his hands were blistering on his palm as a result. Throwing it to the ground, he watched in horror as it exploded, leaving the pieces scattered around. Thankfully, his crystal remained intact, which he quickly picked up and pocketed before things got any messier. Looking to his disabled friend on the ground, he reached his hand out and grabbed one of her sabers with the force. "Sorry Alex, i'll be needing this." He'd left her the other one for two reasons. She needed a means of defending herself, and he wasn't as skilled in wielding two as he'd like to be. Brandishing the weapon in his hand, it felt a little uncomfortable compared to his, but he'd manage. "Now, what was that? Something about me being foolish, and that you were about to run?"

 

[Isar]

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

Warok called upon the spirits of the storm, hearing their rage and anger as they hissed and spat toward him in obsidian tendrils. He bundled up their fury and bent it to his will, catching the tendrils of black on his lightsaber. The lightning overwhelmed his feeble defense, causing sparks to dance all along Warok's frame as he suffered minor electrocution, lessened through his control of nature's spirits. Steam rose from him and his limbs trembled. A yellow stream wet the ground beneath him.

But the lightning was brief and Warok was not meek.

Click.

The sound of each gauntlet's echani shields activating. A whirr and a hum, then twin half-domes of green energy shimmered to life before the charging ewok. Warok leaped, body intercepting the fifteen daggers meant for the Umbaran. The blades skittered off the echani shields, which flickered and grew dull.

Warok fell to the ground, weakened by the lightning and his exertions. Blood trickled down his fur and he sat there, on his knees. The chain-whip's song had gone silent.

 

[Garik Reed]

Location: En route to spaceport
Objective: Objective 1 - Spaceport
Allies: [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Ayden Quell"] Jedi, Republic
Enemies: One Sith

Rael looked back and forth between Kian and the Commander as the two talked. He listened to what the were talking about, trying to make sure he stayed focused on their plan. Tactics, to say the least, wasn't his strong suit. He was the only who executed tactics. The Kaleesh's yellow eyes drifted over to the turrets the soldier had pointed at. Not a bad idea, he shrugged.

The Padawan turned back to [member="Kian Karr"]. "Master, where do you need me? Point me in a direction, and I'll go." Rael looked ready for battle. His black-green cloak floating in the slight breeze. His yellow eyes fierce with fire fueled by the Force. No doubt this place was going to be heavily defended. Rael looked down at the two sabers in his hands, thinking they wouldn't do so well for this mission. He brought the ends of the two hilts together, and in a complex series of twists and clicks, the two sabers clasped themselves together, becoming a single saberstaff. Rael held it in his right hand, and nodded. This would work.

 

[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"]

Did this man really just avert his gaze from a Dark Jedi Master in order to pick up a crystal from the floor? Very well. Adekos wasn't going to pass up the opportunity.

When Gherron was done stooping over and stood up straight once more, and then with his attention focused on Alexandra instead of him, he would find Darth Adekos still standing there. He seemed a little more still than usual, fixating the Jedi Knight with an expectant glare. There was also a knowing, smug grin smug plastered on his pale face. It was almost cartoonish, really. Darth Adekos did not make any response, be it physical or vocal.

But he did flicker sporadically, but even that didn't disrupt his eerie gaze.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Spaceport
Objective: Try not to lose a hand
Allies: [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: The Sith

"For force sakes." She was busty healing her arm as things continued in a worse fashion, at least Gherron stepped in and over her with his saber which allowed her to limp back a bit and work on her arm a bit to repair enough damage to the point where she could use it. Her eyes drew closed though as instead of looking with them she stared through the force like a sonar. Touching he life forces of the others around her and their auras as she looked at the lightning barrage before finally it stopped and the sith straightened up. Luckily though Gherron noticed too the change and tossed away his saber before taking one of alex's own from her right arm, which was fine with her as she would need to stay on her left arm and favor it after the lightning's damage that it had done.

Then the man stopped doing anything and looked at her before flickering sporadically and she was not having that happen again as she moved and hugged onto Gherron, her hands holding him tight against her. At first for no reason before she pulled in her force aura utterly before letting it shake the air around her and she screamed out. Her voice amplified and her body shook as she was protecting Gherron's form from what she she did nexted as she blasted out in a round of pure telekinetic power in all directions. Pushing that out as far as possible as she meant to hit [member="Darth Adekos"] in what ever direction he was now considering she suspected him of using another illusion.

(Note, it is possible that Vulps and [member="Warok the Defiler"] could be hit by this, up to you two if you decide to be hit.)

 

[Figure In White]

Location: Outside Spaceport
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Kian Karr"]
Enemies: [member="Reverance"]

"No dice so far. They've got a pretty tough system. I need to come at them from multiple angles."

She pulled a little module off of her datapad and attached it to the transmitter. It was just a wireless decryptor that she could retain control of through her datapad, but she didn't have to be standing right there in order to transmit. She pulled the attention of one of the soldiers away and yanked him off with her as she moved along, careful to keep out of sight of the enemy, but leaving Kian and his group mostly behind so that she could reposition herself to another location relatively near to the first.

When she stopped, she dropped another transmitter and stuck another decryptor onto it. Then it was off again so she wasn't standing right near the decryptor. She hunkered down a little ways away and activated her third and final transmitter, looking for the nearest enemy transmission source. Her goal? Piggy back waves off of that transmission source to try and infiltrate using their own communications network. Since she didn't have direct port access at the moment, it was basically her only option.

"Well, coming at them from three ways will probably wake them up."

SLICING ATTEMPT: IN PROGRESS
PROGRESS: 1.00%

 

[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"]

As one could reasonably expect, there was no way for Darth Adekos to avoid a circular shockwave generated through the Force. As he was flung through the air, his shoddy illusion dissipating immediately, he reflected proudly on the fact that such extreme measures were required to foil his tricks. Doubtless if these inbred lunatics continued to do battle in such an unsophisticated matter, he'd have the chance to do it again. Once more, the Umbaran was flung into a pile of cargo crates, crying out in pain. There was really no getting accustomed to the feeling of falling through the air and being slammed into various metal boxes.

It did make him a great deal angrier, though. He channeled this growing rage into the Force, shakily getting to his feet. He had enough of this nonsense. It was time to deprive these two mongrels of their most feasible form of defense, then he would drain their useless carcasses of life so he could contribute more readily to the battle elsewhere. He outstretched both hands as he focused his fury, once again, into an underhanded application of Electronic Manipulation. Both the lightsabers still in play, one held by Alexandra and one by Gherron, would begin to heat up simultaneously. Once again, the Umbaran was overcharging their Diatium power cells, an act that would only end when they exploded.

There was no question it was a cheap trick, especially if he was repeating his previous moves. But Adekos was more concerned with ending the threat these people posed than prolonging a tiresome skirmish.

 

[Reverance]

Location: Starport
Objective: Objective 1
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Darth Adekos"], [member="Warok the Defiler"], [member="Khallesh"], [member="Darth Valtryx"], [member="Darth Praelior"]
Enemies: [member="Sanya Val Lerium"], [member="Catherine Soja"], [member="Kian Karr"], [member="Gherron Vael"], @Alexandra Lianna Feanor, [member="Vulpesen"], [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] [claimed], [member="Caaithiel Deschart"]

A smile crawled across the face of the anti-splicing specialist as he waved some of his coworkers over. Screens lit up in green and blue hues, highlighting an increase in activity over the network. It was typical, he thought, that they would go after the technical aspect of the defenses. After all, it was nigh impossible to get through the shielding and studded turret system of the fortress planet. To go after such a place, he shook his head as fingers scurried across the keyboard, continuing to actively move energy about the facility to maintain vitals while also maintaining the shield.

As for the hacking, three men pushed forward to locate the position on the network breach. As it stood, the signal could only be so strong, so multiple systems were in place for communication. Nevertheless, they put their minds together to hunt down the presence. Within time, and their counter unit, they could likely place the general location and place defenses upon it. For now, they continued and fought back against the breach but shutting off access, like closing streets in a busy city.

Defenses continued on as usual, Vong walked about the spaceport and the interior of the shielding systems. Scanners rotated upon their axis, turrets remained on hibernation for changes in the state of the spaceport. Outside, AA-systems and anti-ground units continued to rain fire upon their prospective opponents. After all, for those in range to hack the systems, they would certainly be in range of scanning and firing systems. Rocks would only do so much for protection.

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The billowing smoke rose out from the chasm of the rock and scree as Gabriel crested the hilltop, crimson eye bearing down upon the wreckage of an XJ-9. The communications shot out blaring noise of failed call signs and static white noise. Dropping his visual cloak, the Sith Lord descended upon the vehicles and climbed it's massive carapace in some semblance of mounting the carcass of a felledbeast. Inside, he gazed upon the unconscious body of an individual he couldn't quite place - but felt a certain tinge of familiarity. Blood seeped from the right side of her broken helmet, the side he had crawled upon.

With deft hands, he pulled the crimson lightsaber from his back and began carving away the meat from the bone, to free this victim from such unruly situation. Upon his person, he clicked the locator beacon, as he felt the sudden realization that he may have stumbled upon quite substantial cargo, suddenly in need of transport.

Forces:

Spoiler

-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 70%
-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

 

[The Hound]

Location: The Real Citadel
Objective: Protect Her Chosen, Protect the Citadel
Allies: [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Quinn Vos"] [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"]
Other Tags: [member="Jannik Morlandt"]
Allegiance

Shadows danced in the lobby of the citadel as Jannik entered. Like mice Isolda's Hounds skittered about, pillar to pillar, ever watching behind their ominously ambiguous masks. They ran about as if they feared to be seen by the young Seer, though they knew they could not hid their stain from him. Even in the Citadel, their combined presence was like a bright spot against a black canvas.

Heavy footsteps rang throughout the hall as Turin in his new form left the shadows of the corridor that met the edge of the large spiral staircase that sat in the center of the lobby. Its beastly, almost skeletal appearance was only amplified by the stain on the Force he seemed to leave now. It was not a thing he tried to do in order to strike fear into the man, but rather a side effect of his new life.

His long red-orange hair was a stark contrast to the black it was once before, if Jannik even remembered. The new Turin did not, but it did acknowledge him. He was...of a special kind, and so he would be ignored. He throaty bovine-like snort came from this creature as it stood and stared down at Jannik. He had more important matters to attend to, the sinister being making its way back towards Isolda in an eerie silence.

And then it walked away, continuing down the corridor, the other Hounds backing off completely.

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Enroute to the Spaceport
Objective: objective 1 - Prak City Spaceport
Allies: [member="Ayden Quell"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] | @Rael sul B’an | [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] | [member="Caaithiel Deschart"]
Enemies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Baroness Magrath"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

"Well then, lets get you closer." Kian said to Caaithiel, knowing that if he could get the slicer into the turret directly she would have little difficulty taking over the turret. But that plan also provided its own risks. There was an open, relatively hard to defend stretch of land between the turret and their current position. Additionally, once at the turret it would be harder for them to hide their presence. So far they had met little resistance, but at the turret there was bound to be some One Sith forces waiting.

"Give the order to advance. We move in three teams." Kian said turning away from Caaithiel to the commander. "I want the majority of the EMBU droids to swing around to left flank." Kian said sending the droids to where they would draw the most attention. "Split the rest into two groups and swing up the center and right. Keep to whatever cover you can find. I want to make it to the turret unnoticed." Kian turned away from the commander toward Rael.

"Rael, I need you to make sure Caaithiel is safe. She'll be vulnerable to attack when she is hacking. Keep her alive, keep her safe." Kian said knowing that the task was something the Jedi could handle.

Kian waited. They had to move at the right time....they had to wait for their distraction. Then he got word that Sanya's troops were moving in. It was just the sort of distraction they needed.

"Move out." Kian said over the comm and advanced at the head of the center group.

Spoiler

Location: Enroute to Spaceport on Shuttles
Controller: Kian Karr
Forces:

1. EMBU Droids [45]
2. Republic Special Op Commandos[25]

Objective: Infiltrate Spaceport
Opponents: Unknown as of yet

 

[Long Gone]

Location: Outside the Starport
Objective: Flee!
Allies: [member="Sanya Val Lerium"], [member="Catherine Soja"], [member="Kian Karr"], [member="Gherron Vael"], @Alexandra Lianna Feanor, [member="Vulpesen"], [member="Caaithiel Deschart"]
Enemies: [member="Reverance"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Vrag"], @Darth Benefic, [member="Darth Adekos"], [member="Warok the Defiler"], @Khallesh, [member="Darth Praelior"], [member="Darth Valtryx"]
Music: Hurt - Thomas Bergersen

Aaralyn stirred in her slumber against the console, her eyes fluttering as she felt a cold presence overcome her form. She couldn't help but shiver as black gloved hands came up to the console, fighting against blurred vision - she could hear the familiar sound of plasma against metal and the taste of iron in her mouth. A soft groan escaped her lips as she moved her head away from the source of heat and the sound of hissing atmosphere as it was exposed to the air of Prakith once [member="Reverance"] cut away the twisted canopy of the XJ-9. With a whimper, she grabbed onto the edge of the cockpit and pulled herself up and away from the Lord of Pain and she would tumble out of the cockpit with a cry of agony and surprise. The impact to the ground sent a searing sensation down her leg, which apparently didn't wish to respond - apparently broken. Her right eye refusing to open against the blood that flowed freely from her wound atop her head. She would start to crawl away from the wreckage, left forearm pulling her weight, then her right. Grimacing against the feeling of excessive body weight and pain - she couldn't fight even if she wanted to, no...she was in no condition.

Her right hand would reach down and touch the distress signal on her left forearm, a beacon being sent out to the Republic fleet and local Jedi forces - but it probably wouldn't do any good - she was most likely on her own. She'd continue to crawl away from the smoking wreckage, dragging her partially broken body against rocks and debris. While she was moving she would somehow manage to rip free the spare saber she kept during the time she flew - just in case moments like these. For all the good it would do - she would keep moving until she was stopped and fight until she could no longer move.

There would be no surrender.

 

[Valerie Vizsla]

Location: Objective Two - The Real Citadel
Objective: Defend the citadel
Allies: [member="Sena Lassiter"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="The Hound"] [member="Jannik Morlandt"] [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Proximity: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Quinn Vos"] [member="SV-421"]
Directly Engaging: Who Wants To Be Eaten?

The eyes shifted.

They moved and bounced through the darkness, the hunger within them surging forward, a song carrying out from beneath them. The calming sounds of a call, a thundering voice that carried through the catacombs and beyond, the resounding echo moved and danced, a sirens song.

Few would recognize it, some in particular.

As the eyes moved beneath the Citadel, stretching through the catacombs, light was cast upon them. Surrounding the bright yellow was a Demon, a Lord of the Sith that stretched nearly three meters in height. A Titan that stood above all others, both literally, and perhaps even figuratively. It was he that stepped into the bright lights of the catacombs, greeted by a legion of Stormtroopers, their armor in black and red, white curved horns painted spiraling on the sides of their helmets.

This was Shara's Legion, the 98th.

They greeted Shara with warmth in their hearts and glee upon their faces. Fanatically loyal to their Lord and Masters of Siegecraft, the 98th were Sharas perfect soldiers. Like him, they did not mind the dark.

“Orders my Lord?”

Crawling from within the Catacombs, surfacing as though they were moles found beneath the earth, the 98th slowly began to gather. Shara looked upon his soldiers, smiling a gleeful grin, eyes falling upon his soldiers.

“Sweep the catacombs.” Shara growled, his voice a rumbling mountain. “Ensure no other parts of my Citadel fall.”

His soldiers nodded, helmets dipping down, the sounds of stomping boots quickly passing away. There was no hesitation, no stopping, there was only following orders. Darth Shara shifted, raising himself to his full height as he looked up.

Above he could sense her.

Massive feet began to stomp forward, huge footprints left within their wake. There were things to be done.

Spoiler

Location: Citadel Catacombs
Name: 98th Legion
Controller: Darth Shara
Forces:
1,000 Stormtroopers
Objective: Sweet the Catacombs
Opponents: None Yet

 

[Kyrana Gould]

ROUND 5
Location: Prakith, orbit
Objective: Engage and destroy the Sith Fleet
Allies: [member="Camellia Swift"] | [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] | [member="Jack Rand"] | [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Boan Rein"] | [member="Darth Arcis"] | [member="Darth Vitium"]

Republic Fleet

Spoiler

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

Spoiler

Destiny – Assault Command Ship 100/100 100/100
Oblige – Balanced Destroyer 100/100 79/100 (Damage being resolved by Camellia Swift)
Righteous – Assault Destroyer 100/100 100/100 (Damage being resolved by Tålamod Shapochka)
Swiftsure – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Liberator – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Radiant – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Gallant – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Valiant – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100
Dart – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Javelin – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100
Torrent – Support Corvette 100/100 100/100
Legate – Assault Corvette 100/100 100/100
Dice Roll Log entries: N/A

Notice: Due to time constraints and some internal issues with the system, this writer has had to drop the rolls for the fleeting system. Damage will be handled via ‘common sense and logic’ where practical. This post will also be shorter than usual also due to time constraints.

The Sith bombers moved forward into their run. However, facing them were almost their number of fighters and interceptors as well as a flak frigate. These craft were specially designed to take out the lumbering bombers which were unsupported either by escorts or fighters.
As the Republic ships launched their onslaught it would be like shooting fish in a barrel, and it was unlikely any of the Sith bombers would be able make their attack runs, and though some might escape, the speed and agility of the Republic craft would ensure the survivors would likely be few.

However, in order to punish the bombers so harshly the Republic had been forced to divert nearly 20% of their fighters and interceptors away from the main fighter battle, along with one of their two frigates.
This meant that in this melee the Republic attack craft were not only outnumbered but the Sith had two flak frigates against one. The result was a punishing, lethal barrage which took the lives of many of the Republic pilots.
Pushed back with very heavy losses, they regrouped around their flak frigate, hoping help would come from those craft which had seen off the Sith bombers.

Admiral Stahlmann, seeing the firepower of an Immortal handled properly, knew action must be taken.
“All capital ships, divert course by 090. Helm, raise us up and put us between those two Vong cruisers and rake them as we pass between them. Commodore Swift, move your ship down underneath the Vong cruiser designated Yuuzran and rake it from below. Commander Shapochka, move your ship in to rake the Yuuzran and the carrier. Keep the GAM running at full power.”

The GAM was important because the Battle Meditation of the Sith Warlord could only effect the Yammosks, rather than the Force-dead Vong. With the GAM blocking the ability of the Yammosks to communicate, only the human One Sith crew, such as those aboard the Immortal and Razers would get their full benefit. This would be shown however in the power and skill of those ship’s firing.

Meanwhile, to the rear, where the phantom Vong fighters had just vanished, two ships rapidly approached.
The Admiral could see them approaching and was immediately in a quandary. Were they real or fake? Unfortunately, it was harder to tell with such ships compared to fighters.
“Send the Legate to investigate. It is to fire at them and determine if they are real or not.”
The Admiral winced. If they were real then things were about to get very, very unfortunate for the Legate! It seemed that being crew on a Dorin Class Corvette in Stahlmann’s fleet was not a very good posting!

SUMMARY:

• OS bombers engaged before reaching target by 3 interceptor and 2 fighter squadrons along with flak frigate. Little damage sustained by Republic fighters. Suggest all Sith bombers at least turned back and sustaining catastrophic losses.
• 29 squadrons OS fighters + 2 flak frigates engage 17 fighter and 5 interceptor squadrons with a flak frigate. Suggest 20% casualties for OS fighters. Republic fighters sustain 40% losses and driven back. Interceptors especially hit hard.
• Damage to Righteous being handled by Tålamod Shapochka. Suggest minor-moderate hull damage.
• Damage to Oblige being handled by Camellia Swift, suggest heavy shield loss.
• Confusion reigns as to whether the Dark Blades are real. Legate sent to investigate.
• Republic capital ships execute 90 degree turn and move into new positions. Destiny moves up to level on Y plane and moves between Yralf and Yuuzran, allocating half fire at close range to each, raking the rear/front.
• Oblige drops down to shield itself from the Immortal and fires all weapons up at the Yuuzran’s bottom.
• Righteous moves in to between carrier and Yuuzran, broadsiding both.
• Special prow weapons of Oblige and Righteous used on Yralf and Yuuzran respectively.
• [SIZE=11pt]Escorts (except Legate and flak frigates) hold back out of the main battle, dropping down the Y plane somewhat.[/SIZE]

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: Falling to an Early Grave.
Objective: Destroy the Volcano Tentacle Thing
Allies: [member="Book"], [member="Lan Graendal"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Nephthys"] and the Breeding Ground Monsters.

He was falling.

And fast.

Haytham's hand kept switching the Interceptor on and off, in an attempt to start up the engines. He didn't think Lira Dajenn was going to be impressed finding out that some Padawan had gotten one of her first Interceptors destroyed. He was panicking at that moment, pressing any button that he could in hopes for the ship to return to life. He even tried to will the Force into his button pressing in hopes that it'd somehow Space Magick it's way into working.

It didn't work.

Haytham frowned and closed his eyes.

A long time ago his Master had taken him to Kaltes, a planet that was being destroyed by something. Many people were dying, and the Grandmaster had explained to him as to how a genocide of an entire race, or the removal of a large population could be detrimental to a Jedi's mental health. Especially in such close counters and someone that had been so inexperienced with situations like that such as him. It was scary at the time, something that he never would've admitted to. That's simply what Warrior's didn't do right? They didn't admit to being afraid. They were brave, and they inspired courage in those following them.

That's what he wanted to be, a Warrior.

Hands tightening around the controls, he noticed that the Yuuzhan Vong tentacle weapon of mass destruction had ceased it's firing, it's projectile colours being seared into his brain, and without them coming across his vision at the moment, Haytham knew he was safe. If I were a Sith, would I destroy everyone and everything? Even my own planet? There was a moment of hesitation as he prepared to press the start-up button for the Interceptor. He breathed in and out, painfully aware of the rapidly approaching planet surface and pressed the button.

In movements quicker than he could think, Haytham's finger found the activation button for the repulsorlifts underneath the Interceptor to give it that hovering ability, and to slow his descent, his hold tightened upon the controls, and his downward spiral had slowly ceased as he pulled back on them and finally started to gain altitude.

He had no deflector shields, but conveniently enough whatever had been firing at him and his newly adopted squadron that had been reinforced with other left behind bombers and were heading to the refuel station where [member="Book"] was located. Without shields Haytham knew he wouldn't be surviving out there for long, especially since he didn't know how long it took for that living artillery to recharge... But he did know how long it was able to fire for, and with that information put in the right hands, the Republic would most likely be able to develop some strategy to deliver the most amount of damage without many more casualties.

The landing was hard, but the cockpit flew open, and there was already a bunch of repair droids doing what they could for a quick - yet efficient fix, and he grabbed the nearest engineer, and stared him dead in the eyes. "Take me to whoever is in charge here."

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Sailing towards the hangar wall.
Allies: [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"](we're gonna need couples therapy...), [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Adekos"], [member="Warok the Defiler"](subdued)
Objective: PART- oh, nevermind. Fly... learn how to fly. That's what I'm doing.

Normally, Vulpesen would have revelled in his victory but as Alexandra's burst hit him, he was even more unprepared than the sith, [member="Darth Adekos"]. At least he had seen the blast, Vulpesen simply took it into the back and found himself launched forward and towards the wall. Calling up the force, he used it to slow himself down as best as he could, but that simply kept him from splatting against the wall, instead he simply found his mask face and left should slammed into the duracrete and durateel. He heard a pop from the shoulder, followed by a sharp pain and he immediately knew that it had been dislocated. "DAMN IT ALEX!" His right arm slammed into the wall as he bit back a growl to quell the pain. At the very least, it had snapped him out of his murderous rage.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Spaceport
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Vrag"], [member="Reverance"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Darth Valtryx"]
Enemies: Anyone In Striking Range (You all Read it Right )


In complete silence, Darth Venefica stood with her hands clasped behind her back as her black eyes darted back and forth observing the flickering lights. In the distance, she could hear the thunderous explosions from the Republic's missiles as they struck the shield around the spaceport, while all around her reports were flowing in that the Republic along with their Jedi puppets had finally landed. The battle for Prakith had begun.

She questioned the sanity of the enemy as to why they would come here after failing to defend both Maanan and Kashyyyk. Where they desperate to prove to the other worlds under their influence they could defeat the Sith on their turf? Or where they that incompetent in their leadership to sacrifice more lives to Sith blades?

"Why would they come here? What do they hope to achieve," the Zabrak's inquisitive voiced echoed in her mind. "Because they are fools. And fools only understand one thing...foolishness," she replied not caring if others heard her speaking to herself. The voice was silent for a few moments before it returned with another question. "Do they not see this is a lost cause?" She smiled at the question. "They will soon enough."

She felt an arm touch her shoulder prompting her to turn around, seeing a boy who seemed to be far to young to be wearing the military grab of a Sith soldier. He cautiously handed her a comlink, noting he had orders to make sure she equipped it. The device was a direct link to the Sith Lord that was tasked with defending the spaceport. After taking it, she swapped it out with the one on her right wrist; and turned back around to stare at the flickering lights again.

They will soon enough she thought.

 

[Avalore Eden]

LOCATION: On foot, en-route to Citadel
OBJECTIVE: Sneaky sneaky
ALLIES: D:
ENEMIES: Life.
[member="Hal Terrano"] [member="Trenchcoat Man"]

"You do not look sad enough, Avalore."

"Don't I? I thought positively terrified was a pretty decent angle."

Wasn't it just so ironic that one of the galaxy's biggest failures of inter-social-emotional-knowhow would be giving acting lessons to a Healer who could hardly keep her feels contained, let alone get them all in a single brown paper bag when they chose to dislodge. She tamped after him, wrists smarting in their newest accessories and the feeling of dried blood and dirt on her face beginning to make her twitch.

Borrowed burlap-brigade-robes now torn and frayed from a harrowing fight for escape from her Sith captor flapped around her ankles as she walked, tripping slightly over the path. Keeping up with his long legs had become something of an Olympic caliber feat. Marching after him, Avalore breathlessly navigated at his heels, shooting a glance upwards at the back of his head.

Strangely enough, he looked plenty ripe for his own role. That perma-glower apparently worked equally well no matter what side he fought for.

With a light snort and an anxious glance around their surroundings, she reached to clumsily tug the hood of her robes over her head.

"I'll just think terrible thoughts then. Don't mind me while I travel memory lane."

The Citadel loomed closer, making terrible thoughts quite easy to come by.