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

[Figure In White]

Location: Near Spaceport
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Rael sul B'an"]
Enemies: [member="Reverance"]

Hrm. Not good. Not good at all.

When Kian spoke up, she looked up at him and nodded at what he said. Getting to the actual turret would certainly make her work much easier than sitting around out here with a couple of transmitters and decryptors. She needed to get hard access into their network. It would be much harder for them to keep her out then. And if she got a backdoor virus into the network it was all done from there. Much easier than any other way of taking the shields down.

"Yeah, get me to the turret and I can take them down much quicker."

She gave the Jedi a thumbs up, and then frowned when she was told who was going to be guarding her. She looked at the apprentice.

"Ol' Spikey Face. We meet again."

A grumble of incoherent words escaped her as she slung her pack back on.

"Let's get going. We don't have time to waste."

SLICING ATTEMPT: IN PROGRESS
PROGRESS: 1.00% - STALLED

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Spaceport
Objective: Ruin a Sith's Day
Allies: [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Adekos"]

You know something about the fact that a Force breaker exploding the moment someone tries to switch its direction of flight with the force is satisfying, as is the fact that Darth Adekos would find his abilities with the force, quite weakened to the point of almost being unable to use his most proficient ability. Her mind redirected the fragmentation she knew would come towards her, smiling as she shot with the smoke at Adekos. And while she smiled and didn't risk his being able to actually use Mechu Deru so just in case she tossed away the saber behind her and let her hand grab onto a Echani warstaff that she kept on her belt, letting it expand to full length and aiming a blow at the man's shoulder.

The thing about a Force breaker was it needed to be breathed in, or even just contact with the skin which after the damage she knew he has taken, he was going to do one of the two while she wore a body suit under her armor which was seal anyways on purpose so she had no risk of physical contact or breathing it in. If only he had not monologued she would not have had the time to set up for such a strategy. "And you are as stupid as you look."

 

[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"]

Skitter skitter skitter, fingers against keys. Come at me bro, whispered from the mouth of a techno geek, beset with the task of entertaining himself as he fought off hacker attempts on the network. High fives all around, as the flunkeys continued to congratulate each other on a job not yet complete. Either way, this would become a war of attrition, keyboard against keyboard. And for now, caf ran like rivers and cigarras smoked like chimneys. And just now, network pathways were being cut off left and right.

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My my my, he thought, as he hopped from the swollen and bloated wreckage. The sound of cracked stone echoed softly in the chasm, as it rubbed against his inertia and shifted against his weight. Crimson eye followed the maimed Jedi as she dragged broken body against sharp stone and scree and slate, likely causing as much damage as what had already been there. He imagined that it didn't quite feel too good, rubbing volcanic rock in the wound. As he extinguished his saber, he had mind towards letting her wade in her agony, torment and misery mired in the notions of hope and escape. "No..." He whispered softly, answering an unspoken declaration as to the intentions of the one before him.

Her body was a buffet and not in the sense of carnal desires of flesh and pleasure. No, she was a spread for the picking - wounds and frailty within mangled body so slow to move as if not to move at all. His presence growled out of him, the sounds of a beast escaping the bars of it's own cage, as he searched her and the earth around her. Shatterpoints quickened to his mental grasping, lines that vibrated against the air with but the grace of aura and touch. All it took was the simple pressure, to take broken thing and make it all the much worse. After all, it's not the break that kills you.

Her legs caught his focus as he applied pressure to the muscles around broken femurs. You see, a broken femur isn't painful because of the size of the bone. But more because of the size of the muscle around it. When the body understands a break has occurred, the muscles contract to stabilize the break - a natural stint. Gabriel merely used such knowledge to coax the Shatterpoint out, the breaking point that served the hinge for all of the Jedi's hopes and wishes for escape. Of course, he was merely playing with her, picking through the frailties of a body that was held together by flesh only. If she would resist, he could just pick up on additional issues. Like that closed socket...or perhaps that head wound.

Pain was such a beautiful thing, it's manifestation upon the body a unique work of art. Especially for one so reluctant to accept the certainty of it.


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 65%
-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

 

[Khallesh]

Location: Prak City J7(9) - See map below

Objective: One Spaceport

Allies: @Reverance | @Vrag @Matsu Xiangu | [member="Rael sul B'an"]

Infidels: @Caaithiel Deschart [member="Kian Karr"] @




Even passing several metres over her head, the bolt nearly singed her skin in its passing. The main gun of the tank destroyer blew a sizeable chunk out of the building behind her. She stood tall on the road, head held high in defiance. Dust rained down across her sleek Skerr Kyrric and settled on the ground around her.

The infidel machine, its secondary weapon already lost, slowly realigned its clumsy main weapon towards the squad of warriors. Khallesh merely sneered. The tank came to a halt, having had to turn its whole body around to face them. That was when the Yorik Trema landed on it. The heavily armoured underside of the creature crushed the flimsy metal case with ease. Even if the crew had survived, the vehicle would be going nowhere soon.

Khallesh jogged up to the transport, and clambered in taking a position beside several warriors. The Chazrach muttered to themselves at the far end of the chamber and she paid them no heed.

“The Hunters you placed high up spotted some soldiers moving towards the shields, not ours! A subalter reported.

Khallesh turned to her and smiled behind her helmet. “Get us in the air and guide us in, get the mounted infantry moving in from the ground and we’ll come from above,” she instructed. Glorious. At some instinctual level she had agreed with her sub ordinate earlier; hit and run attacks against tanks did nothing to satiate her blood lust. The time was at hand though. Time to meet an enemy in battle face to face and discover if she was worthy. She uttered a silent prayer to the Twin Gods as the Yorik Trema lurched back into the sky.

 

[Vulpesen]

Objective: Avoid the teleporter.
Location: Hangar
Allies: [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"], [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Adekos"], [member="Selka Ventus"], [member="Warok the Defiler"]


Vulpesen let out a growl as he heard the clicking of heels. [member="Selka Ventus"] was on her way to him and lifting his head, he saw the arrival. Even with the chaos, he wouldn't be completely oblivious to her getting close enough to simply blast him at point blank range. "For the love of the stars!" He lifted himself to his feet, clutching his shoulder. He was tired and hurt, but he could still move. "What do you have pl-" The first forks of the draining attack launched at him, prompting the zorren to leap away. His sluggishness would earn him several bolts to the legs, causing a low growl of anger as he felt more energy leave him. Stay conscious! As he skidded across the ground, he looked out for Alexandra, hoping that she was having better luck. It was then that he saw it, the familiar canister of a force breaker grenade. Finally! A relief. He reached up with his hand and clicked his mask on, taking a deep breath of oxygen provided by the rebreather, unknowingly rescuing himself from the paralytic that had entered the air as well. Once that was safe, he reached into his coat and started to move himself towards the entrance of the hanger, glaring at this new threat. "Schutta, won't even engage fairly, stalking in the shadows and letting your own take the fall for you."

 

[Garik Reed]

Location: En route to spaceport
Objective: Protect the xenophobe
Allies: [member="Caaithiel Deschart"] [member="Kian Karr"]
Enemies: One Sith Forces

Needless to say, Rael wasn't too happy with his assignment. Nevertheless, he refused to let Master Karr down. He kept his sabers off, agreeing with the plan to try and stay quiet. He looked at Caaithiel, and gave her a sarcastic smile, or at least, as much of a sarcastic smile as a Kaleesh could give. "For the last time, they're mandibles. Now, let's get going. We've got a spaceport to capture." Rael turned, and started a light jogging pace for the turrets. He tried to stick close to Caaithiel, not wanting her to get too far away.

Even he had to admit, having a slicer was always useful.

 

[Isar]

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

Clink. The sound of a gas canister rolling on the ground. Warok blinked as the human produced a conveniently timed oxygen mask and strapped it on. It prompted the Ewok to contemplate calling for a time-out so he could run and grab his robe and wizard hat.

He decided against it.

In fact, he was so thoroughly set on a new course of action that he balled one hand into a fist, using Consitor Sato to kill all the now useless Mekebve pollen at once. He let the fleeing Vulpesen go for the moment, clearly the concept of fighting two Sith Knights at once had badly rattled the excitable fellow. Instead, he Force Leaped far and away from the Force Breaker grenade, aiming to tackle the blonde-haired Jedi who was running around trying to find something to use as a weapon.

 

[Caulder Dune]

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

The grenade exploded in front of him, as one could reasonably expect. Seeing the onslaught of rushing gas, it took him only a second to realize what was rushing towards him. This was a clever ploy, but ultimately fruitless, he decided. The Umbaran adopted a radical maneuver to stave off the effects of the gas long enough to dispel it from the area around him. It was a ballsy power that only the most learned of Masters could even hope to adopt, much less perfect. An ability so incredibly byzantine that it wasn't found in any known (or even unknown) holocrons, such was the complexity of its origins. Darth Adekos knew what was at stake here and could take not risk having the Force removed from his person. He knew the risks, but he would rather be dead at the hands of this power he sought to employ than have to duel this crazed woman on her own terms.

Darth Adekos held his breath.

And then he swept the encroaching gas away with a wave of his hand. Telekinetics, as per usual.

That wasn't so bad, now was it?

But that was only the first part in the Silver Jedi's ploy, which had been convincing enough to remove his attention from the possibility of a follow-up attack. Something like Alexandra charging through the smoke with a war staff in hand, for instance. Not expecting that in the slightest, Adekos could only cry out in agony as she struck him in the shoulder. Pain blossomed in his vision as the force of the blow drove the Umbaran to his knees. Great. Now he was absolutely infuriated once again. From this new vantage point, his lightsaber sprung back to life at the exact same time he used it to swipe at Alexandra's legs. If he had it his way, Adekos would amputate both at the knees.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

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"]

Npc

Spoiler

341 Claymore H.T.D

Npc Team 7

as the sky scraper collapsed the entire area was covered in dust and rubble. if anything in the area was not wearing a mask to breath, or in a building they would certainly choke to death. with only the inside instruments to guide them, they used the masses of dust clouding the streets as cover to move to their new position. without having to deal with anymore annoyances. "okay men MOVE OUT! remember to stay in pairs and watch each others back if it moves shoot to kill I'm not taking any more chances" the solider took is finger of the com to his team and signaled the pilot to advance.

[SIZE=30.5187492370605px]PC [/SIZE]

Sanya knew it wouldn't take much longer now to bring the shield down. as she watched the reports and a live birds eye veiw of the spaceport she looked for any kind of anomalies in the shield while it's under heavy fire. by what it look like the power from the inside had dramatically reduced to keep the shield powered. at that very moment she thought of a cunning plan, as soon as the shields hit around 50% the majority of the inside power would be linked direct towards the shields to cope for the damage. if all shots stopped at the same time the shield would have to much power and explode from the inside.

Sanya leaned over to the com's to talk to [member="Kian Karr"] "master Karr, I might have figured out how to get past the shield." Sanya reached back over for her data pad and back to the com "from what I can see the space ports internal power is slowly been directed to the shields. by my estimates as soon as the shields hit amount 50% of it's integrity, over half the power will be flowing into the shield. now if all fire stops at the same time it should in theory overload the generator causing the main shield to come down. the only problem is everything will be sitting banthas. as you have more experience on this what do you think will be the best course of action?" from what Sanya could see this plan would work, but it might endanger more lives than what it was worth. now if those turrets where in our command we would be able to lay down cover fire so the forces could advance inside.

Sanya opened the com to her commander in the field. "tell team 6 to move to the western side of the Spaceport as soon as team 7 arrives. I need to be contacted as soon as they arrive." the solider grunted to clear his throat before speaking "yes sir. team seven has lost one more tank but now left the area using the dust to cover there movements." Sanya sighed out of relief "good job... okay report to me as soon as team 6 and 7 have arrived at the western side."

Sanya opened the com to [member="Kian Karr"] "tell your men and the others they will have to prepare there breathers..." Sanya paused for a moment "the reason is as soon my next team arrives at the western side. I will get them to bring down building to cover our movement's, and this way my plan shouldn't endanger our troops"





Npc location, objective, number:

Spoiler

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 (7)
Number: 46
current objective: secure a perimeter

please refer to map for the 1,A (1) locations

Map:

Spoiler

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

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

Alexandra didn't even bother with going easy on the force powers now, her body suit sealed off her skin and her mask saved her from breathing it in or touching it there. This was much easier now as she continued to charge at the man. His strike was expected, as she would have knowing he would likely not be able to use the force to a well enough degree for offense after contact or breathing it in. Non the less she did reserve some of her force pwoer incase while the rest was put into continuing the force speed that she had started during her charge. Only instead of focusing on speed with her feet and covering large distances quickly her arms moved faster.

The property about a Echani Warstaff was because of the way they are made they had a slight sight vibroblade and vibrostaff effect where a saber wouldn't dispatch it like it was a twig. What this meant was as she hit him and he was knocked back in agony her hands were already readjusting the staff to catch his blade and send it down towards the floor as she tilted the path of the staff inwards thus causing the force to follow a downward path both redirecting a decent amount of the energy away from the staff and sparing her from losing her legs.

Next that came though was a quick pull of her right arm, and a push if her left, that would hopefully bring the staff full force down onto the man's face. She smiled, mixing the echani art of fighting with Niman and even a bit of makashi in that she was redirecting the force and energy rather than meeting it head on.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

OOC/ Vulpesen, I'm not remotely at point-blank range, and I didn't teleport: there's never been anything wrong with arriving and attacking in one post -- but if you'd have asked me to edit, I'd have edited.

IC/
Location: Hangar Bay
Objective: Spaceport
Allies: [member="Warok the Defiler"], [member="Darth Adekos"]
Enemies: [member="Gherron Vael"], [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"], [member="Vulpesen"]

Some people wasted time with monologues, accusations, insults; some people wasted time in other ways. Selka cut off her Force drain as she got a satisfactory taste of the rogue Master's aura; a couple seconds of that was more than enough to make the point. The incoming grenade reaction being sort of a universal 'oh gosh something's coming at me from in front of me' instinct, and her successfully Force-drained target having acrobatted his way to safety over the course of all those specifically enumerated seconds, Selka wasted exactly zero time in shrugging, waving her hand, and doing what any Padawan got drilled into them during Jedi 101. The little grenade detonated between them, more or less harmlessly, as soon as she touched it with her mind. A basic Padawan-level adiabatic shield snapped into existence, warding away the gas. No, not gas -- powder, puffing out about ten feet from the grenade, in all directions except where it met her basic little shield. Shrapnel pinged off something, but this wasn't a frag grenade -- just a piece of casing or whatever. The grenade had felt odd to her Force senses, odd and fuzzy, but considering she'd spent a good portion of her adult life wearing a taozin nodule, it was a familiar oddness, and not one that got in the way overmuch.

A strange sort of certainty settled over her. These were people who could crush her like a bug if they actually brought their power to bear, and instead they were running and playing tricks as if her existence offended them on some fundamental level. She honestly wasn't sure what to make of that, except to switch her Force Drain focus to the silver-haired woman who'd just done about fifteen things, and who apparently thought Selka wouldn't see a grenade getting thrown at her.

Selka just shrugged again and went for the proverbial throat. Her taste of Vulpesen had been unsatisfying; maybe the other young Master's aura would be more substantial. As with her Force Drain attempt on Vulpesen, her distance to Feanor remained fairly considerable.

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Enroute to the Spaceport
Objective: objective 1 - Prak City Spaceport
Allies: [member="Ayden Quell"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] | [member="Rael sul B'an"] | [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] | [member="Caaithiel Deschart"]
Enemies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Baroness Magrath"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] (claimed right back!) | [member="[/SIZE][FONT='Helvetica Neue']Khallesh"][/FONT]


The three groups moved silently toward their objective, relying on the distraction of the tanks to draw as much attention away from them as possible. Things were quiet. Kian didn't like quiet....quiet was sometimes just the calm before the storm. They advanced on the turrets as quickly as they could without giving away their position.

Then the comms went off and Kian heard [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] in his ear. Overloading the shield? It could work, but Kian already had plans in order for his own unit.

"It could work, Sanya....but I've already put a few plans in motion to get my unit through the shields...unless you bring the shields down before we get in, I'll be proceeding as planned. But you should definitely get the shields down as you can, as my plan will not last." Kian said, not wanting to say too much over the comm system. It was the Republic line and should be secure, but it didn't hurt to be careful.

Kian and the small group of soldiers behind him were finally within striking distance of the turret. There were a number of Sith soldiers augmented by a handful of Vong. He should have known better than to think the turret would be unguarded, but they didn't appear to be alerted to their presence yet.

"EMBU droids, lead the advance. Commandos, bring up the second wave. [member="Rael sul B'an"], as soon as we have the turret bring [member="Caaithiel Deschart"] up. I want her in the system as quickly as possible. We aren't going to have a lot of time." Kian said and tightened his hands on his lightsaber. "Attack on my signal." Kian said, moving away from the soldiers at the center. Kian called on the force to conceal himself, using the art of small that he had learned from Kiskla Grayson. He hadn't thought of it until then, how the invasion would feel without the Grandmaster there to help lead the attack. To inspire the troops.

Moving forward, Kian put himself into position and then sprang forward, darting toward the turret and igniting his lightsaber at the same time. The yellow blade shown bright, clearly marking him as a target. The soldiers reacted with the speed of well trained troops, and Kian's advanced was immediately slowed as his blade began to move to intercept and send the bolts back at the soldiers. A Jedi drew attention on a battlefield....and Kian was counting on that. The soldiers and Vong's attention was turned to Kian, so when the EMBU's broke from cover and began attacking they took them by surprise. Vong and Sith troopers were not amateurs, however, and they reacted quickly, but not quickly enough to take back the initiative.

By the time the Commandos began firing, Kian was in striking distance and he closed with a Vong soldier, ducking the blow of a amphistaff and slamming the tip of his blade into the weaker joint at the knee, severing muscle and tendons and dropping the Vong to the ground. Sidestepping the snapping heads, Kian brought his blade down across the Vong's neck before he had a chance to recover. In a swift motion, Kian's blade was back up swatting blaster bolts aside as he closed with the Sith troopers.

The Commandos and EMBU droids made quick work of the small group at the turret, but it wasn't without a cost. Several of the soldiers lay dead and one of the EMBU droids had suffered irreparable damage. It lay smoking and sparking in a heap on the ground. Kian glanced over the bodies of the fallen soldiers and had to push aside the immediate sense of regret...he didn't have time for such thoughts to be clouding his judgement, he would have time to reflect on the men later. In addition to the losses, the action wouldn't have gone unnoticed and Kian was sure more troops would be coming soon.

"Caaithiel, your up!" Kian called over the comms. "Lets get a perimeter setup," Kian said turning to the commander of the troops, "we're going to have company!"

Spoiler

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

1. 
   EMBU Droids [44]
   
2. 
   Republic Special Op Commandos[22]
   

Objective: Infiltrate Spaceport
Opponents: Unknown as of yet

 

[Caulder Dune]

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

He felt his blade hit a snag and then gave a frustrated grunt as it was redirected against his will. More righteous indignation and furious anger, all of which further fueled his constant draw upon the Force. He grit his teeth as he watched her raise the staff for a final strike across his face, likely intending to knock him unconscious. Darth Adekos would endure no such indignities. It was very fortunate she had brought herself into this range now, as it made his next move all the more easier. The Umbaran channeled his frustrations, once again, into a powerful blast of Force Lightning. At point-blank range, it would likely send Alexandra to the other side of the room.

Now the Umbaran was drawing off every available source of hate and fear. From the Qixoni crystal to Vulpesen's own rage, the anger of the two nearby Sith, the battle raging outside between Sith and Republic forces... All these gave credence to the malevolent power behind the blast. He would not be nullified from the Force by some half-baked parlor trick, nor would he be bested by some renegade Silver Jedi. She would flee this place on her own accord or be tossed into a cremation pit like the rest of the corpses once this battle was concluded.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Location: Rocky ridge north of the spaceport
Objective: Spaceport (sniper duel with Khal)
Allies: [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Enemies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"]

"...and he saw it coming. He jumped-"

"...wrong way, looks like..."

"...t say I'll miss the fether..."

She'd narrowed her comms intercepts to the squad whose Sith had just taken a sniper bullet. What to make of it, she couldn't say. With a grunt, she shuffled forward and got up to her gun again. The stock settled into her shoulder, the alchemical scope rested against her eye, and she set about trying to smoke out the other sniper.

A bullet slammed into a patch of grassy ground, gouging a pit of exploded earth; a nearby Sith bolted from cover. She watched him as he tried to make a leap between outbuildings...

 

[Figure In White]

Location: Near Spaceport
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Rael sul B'an"]
Enemies: [member="Reverance"]

"Whatever you say, Mr. Spiky Face."

Yes, that was her nickname for Rael. Mostly becuase the first time they'd met, when she was escaping Imperial Remnant space, he'd scared the crap out of her so bad that she'd decided that pointing out what scared her the most about him made it easier for her to deal with him. Considering how he still freaked her out a bit, he was going to continue to call him that. Kian freaked her out as well, but he wasn't trying to get all up in her business like Rael had been.

While the others worked their voodoo magic to attack the turret, Caaithiel waited with the Jedi Apprentice. She wasn't really keen on it, but she also didn't really have much choice. Considering how much she loathed to actually fight herself, well, someone had to do it for her or she was as good as dead. Or worse: caught.

Anyway, she watched as the others moved towards the turret, taking out the few enemies around it. It seemed much much too easy, but who was she to judge? She didn't know jack squat about combat, so she could be totally and completely wrong. A shrug of her shoulders and she checked on the decryptors. They were still working, but the enemy was fighting them pretty well. Hopefully that wouldn't last much longer. She just needed to get to the stinking turret and get hardline access.

And then the call came.

"Let's move, Spike!"

She darted off, running as fast as her legs would carry her until she reached the turret. She made absolutely certain to keep the turret between her and the spaceport in case there was some sniper just waiting to get lucky. Once she reached the turret, she found the data port and jacked in. Then it was time for her magic fingers to go to work, as she started the process of attempting to hack their systems through the hard connection. At the same time she initiated the launch of her backdoor virus, which would probably take less time to upload than it would for her to hack their system.

"Alright, I'm working. Keep me covered."

SLICING ATTEMPT: IN PROGRESS
PROGRESS OF DECRYPTORS: 1.00% - STALLED BUT STILL WORKING
PROGRESS OF HARD PORT ACCESS TO TURRET: 5.00%
PROGRESS OF BACKDOOR VIRUS UPLOAD: 10.00%

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: In space tempoarily
Objective: Capture the Starport
Allies: [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Gherron Vael"] [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
Enemies: Not sure yet just woke up.

Aedan Miles finally stirred from his rest in the cockpit of a fighter that had been drifting for some time unpowered Rassalion-class custom fighter the thing floating along as if damaged. Looking around Aedan started up the swift fighter and then jammed the throttle forward guiding the fighter down towards the planet suddenly anyone who detected it would be hard pressed to keep up with him. The force guiding him as he swerved around ships and hulks that floated dead in space. Sighing almost bored Aedan dove towards the planet gripping his control yoke absently as his fighter swiftly moved towards the planet.

 

[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"] [member="Darth Shara"]
Proximity: [member="Jannik Morlandt"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Quinn Vos"]
Music: Imperatrix Mundi


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. Long bony fingers would reach out from under the drape of the black glistaweb cowl she wore, and off in the distance, at the edge of hearing, polyphonic whispers would start to rise in volume. Chants in the Sith tongue, kissing and drifting like ethereal secrets from the beyond.

"A̢ ̴sac̛ri͜f́i҉ce.̧..̸ my͝.̷.̸. su̸c͘h a lo͏y̨a͏l̵ ̷s͘ervant ̕of̶ Vahl͠,͢" her voice would coo in a seemingly throaty drift. Her voice when it came was heavily accented and much deeper than that fragile throat should have held, as if the voice were an echo of that immense power.

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"̸Th̕e̡n w͢e ár͜e͠ h̢on̷o͟re͞d ̧b͠ý ̀your ̶pres̡en̡c҉e."̴ She would then turn her head to one side as if listening. Lids would lower to half mast, and her eyes would take on a molten silver sheen. The corner of her mouth would perk.

Slow steps would see the woman slink her way around the scrying pool, her tattooed fingers sliding across the rim. Her eyes would lock upon [member="Ryan Korr"]. There those kohl lined eyes would narrow, searching probing. They'd drift from the top of his mop of bright red hair, down his pugilist figure, before spanning back towards Quinn. The wild child.

"͠T̛e͞l̴l͏ m͡e͢...͢ why is ̧h̴e ̷y̨our s̴acr̴if̛ic͘e͜?" ́

She'd ask, but there was an expression that would dance about her mirrored gaze. A shadow. A drift. A reflection.

Of Quinn.

NPC Forces:

Spoiler

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

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Spaceport, Landing Bay 88-N
Objective: Survive
Allies: [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Adekos"]

Her eyes were drawn the moment she saw his entire aura pull inwards, then the spark. Her reaction was less than a split second one, pulling in her own energy but not enough as the lighting blasted into her right side and sent her flying off her feet, her warstaff sent off in another direction she soared through the air and her eyes went dark. She couldn't see or speak or anything as a single thought left her, eyes closing and a tear falling as she slammed into crates that fell around her. Obscuring her body behind them as she was left unknown at the damage.

Behind those crates though was Alex, her body still alive, her mind still conscious but the damage was done as she looked to her arm and right flank. burnt flesh, the lighting had completely destroyed her armor as well as the crash on her right flank, her arm was damaged beyond use and it was likely that she would not be using this thing at all. Her body itself didn't fair much better, and though she still was alive which was good she could tell the damage was more than extensive there too. It was difficult to think, the pain was... indescribable. She could still move her legs though, and her left arm.

With a breath in her hand came over and she cried out in pain as the left hand started to glow a bit, while it would be unsure what she was during to the others the amount of pain from her was more than enough to know that Tyrin had put her out of commission, or she was doing something to herself that was causing the cries. What she was doing through was something that she would remain defenseless during, and that was healing her flank to the point where medical treatment could save the arm... much else though, she would be in bacta for a week at the minimum and have to take a massive amount of time in recovery. After this fight, she would not be fighting for a while with her right arm. But for now only one thought registered, her need to survive.

 

[Long Gone]

Location: On the ground near the Spaceport.
Objective: Resist
Allies: Force induced hallucinations of Ember Rekali | [member="Kian Karr"] | Republic Forces?
Enemies: [member="Reverance"] (Engaged) | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | One Sith

Resistance…

She felt her body jerk against the sudden pressure applied to the broken bone within her upper leg and the sudden tension of the muscles surrounding it caused her to arch her back in a manner that alone was painful. She jerked her head up and screamed against the backdrop of war and chaos, teeth gnashing together, saliva and blood fused between the spaces of her teeth as she growled through the pain. Her ash covered form would slump forward, her eyes opening wide in an effort to maintain consciousness. With each heart-beat came a thundering roll of darkness, shaded in red – baiting her to surrender to the pain that encompassed her entire form.

It was all she could do but drool from her mouth, bit down on her lip and not give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. No – that is what he wanted, for her to beg? No, that was a silly notion. This man desired her pain, every single ounce she could surrender. She would not give in, she couldn’t give in. As it were, her body would betray her and stinging tears would seep from her eyes and leave streaks down her soot covered face. Her helmet would dig into the ground, hard as she tried to think, attempting to reach out to the Force in this dark hell that she found herself.

Her left hand gripped the hilt of the saber tightly, while a trembling right hand came up to the helmet that concealed her facial features. Weakened fingertips would grip the edges near the earpiece, pulling it slowly free from her head with an exasperated groan. Her arm would remain outstretched with the helmet gripped tight, as she remained motionless on the ground – breathing heavily. Was this to be her fate? For a second time, she found herself at the mercy of the Force and in the grip of darkness and the allies within the Order weren’t behind her. Her loose strands of hair blew wildly in the wind that swept across the darkened surface of Prakith, her lavender orbs staring focused on the debris field left by her XJ-9.

She was alone.

She could no longer call upon her father for help – she rolled softly onto her side, against the pain and the ever looming presence of the dark side approaching her body in the form of [member="Reverance"]. Amethyst eyes blinked softly as she stared out into the distance, memories coming to her of Ember…

“I watched you fall…” He had come out of nowhere to save her, in that broken Jedi Temple on Sarapin.

And then his voice would echo through her mind, and a faint image of Ember Rekali would stand before her, looking down at the last of his children. “You’re not alone kid, you have me.” He smiled and reached down to touch her cheek. “You’re a Rekali, never forget that…”

And with that, the fierceness would return within her, a vibrant energy that centered itself within her very core. The shimmering image of Ember would stand and move away from her, voice raising. “You’re my daughter! Now fight!” And as fast as he came, he was gone and her eyes would go wide with a sudden renewal as she jerked herself up a seated position - her right arm coming up with the helmet in hand. She launched it in a vain effort to distract him as her left hand would rise up behind it and extend outwards in a thrusting motion. A concussive wave of Force energy – as much as she could muster in a short amount of time – would come forth from her being and explode outwards towards the lumbering form of [member="Reverance"].

tl;dr - She threw the flight helmet at him, followed up with a Force push.

 

[Camellia Swift]

Location: Aboard the Destroyer Noblesse Oblige
Objective: Defeat the Sith Fleet
Allies: [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] [member="Jack Rand"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Boan Rein"]

They had the Immortal's full attention now. Camellia felt relatively honored that the Noblesse had drawn the Sith Dreadnought's fancy so much. She wondered if they actually considered the destroyer under her command a threat to be reckoned with or if her vessel's position within the fleet had anything to do with it. Regardless, while nervousness crept in, a rather wicked smile came to settle on the Rendili woman's face as she stared out the viewport of the bridge at the explosions dotting the vast space before them all, the planet the backdrop of the Sith fleet as Republic fighter squadrons engaged in dogfights with one another, the destruction of which created tiny plumes of red/orange fireworks as they vanished from the sensor screens.

Which picked up the readings of two new menaces entering the battlefield as the Admiral began giving out new orders. However, unlike the Vong Coralskippers from before that were obviously an illusion, these two threats were clearly real. After all, there were several reasons to believe so. "Do the Sith think we're fools. Honestly, between the last illusion and this you think they would have learned and been more careful." The Sith really botched the effectiveness of the illusions really. Sure it had cost the Republic a minute or two of dedicated action, but it hadn't resulted in mass casualties. The Sith ought to have mixed those fighters in with their real ones, then the Republic pilots and gunners wouldn't know which were real or fake until they shot them or were shot by them. Not to mention if the Sith could have created illusionary Darkblades before, they would have because that would have shaken up the fleet much more, especially if properly used in the manner just mentioned.

"The Sith aren't making terrible mistakes but they're not being optimal. . . . " Honestly they were clearly even firing right away too without any hesitation. If they wanted to fool anyone they would have held back their fire and continued getting closer and closer before unleashing their might and making the Republic second guess whether they were real or not. Since the Republic already knew the illusions wouldn't hurt them from before, it would be dumb of the Sith to have the illusions attack again since it would give them away. "They played their hand too early on those illusions. They should have used them now when the Darkblades appeared to better defend them, but now they're isolated." And that made them vulnerable, very vulnerable. "Helm bring us about as the Admiral order, take us under the Sith fleet and bring all guns to bear on the Yuuzran. Hit them with the railgun and then dip us immediately and proceed with hitting them with all topside cannons! Comm open up the Fleet's frequency." While waiting to be quickly patched through, Camellia watched as once more the dazzling display of the railgun of the Noblesse Oblige opened fire followed by the burning salvos of the turbolasers arcing toward the Vong form cruiser just before the view from the bridge began to shift as her heavy destroyer began to lower itself on the vertical plane as it dove forward.

In truth she was glad for the change of direction, the Immortal's guns were many and hefty and personally she was getting very tired of being hit by them. The Immortal would have a harder time tracking them immediately with the sudden change in direction, and maybe then it would switch targets altogether since it would be easier to continue its current turn rate to shoot something else for a change. Now to handle the Darkblades though. "This is Commodore Swift, those Darkblades are real Admiral! If they weren't the Sith wouldn't give their illusions away by firing right away since we know they can't actually cause damage. Besides, this is an actually good tactic to keep powerful ships like these hidden behind the screen of the moon. They wouldn't waste their time conjuring illusions to be that elaborate just to give them away with an attack. Rear guard carriers deploy your bomber squadrons and turn on the enemy destroyers! You have the edge in speed and maneuverability, evade their main cannons and initiate a circling pattern around them! Have your bombers deploy in a wide arc and swing around to hit the Darkblade on the left of the pair on its fire side to prevent them from overlapping defensive fire! To all Republic Forces this is Commodore Swift, crush them! Remove these eyesores from this battleground once and for all!"

Looking back out her viewport, the Rendili woman watched the firing solutions of her destroyer's gunners swing upward as they began to rake the vong warship they were now moving against. Meanwhile on the sensors the two rear Republic carriers would begin to turn about and move in evasive patterns in an approach on the Darkblades looking to get behind them, deploying five bomber squadrons as they did so and the Legate pulled away from the Sith destroyers proven to be real. Camellia wasn't about to let another Dorin class go down needlessly if she could help it, they just had to pay attention. The bombers began their arcs, carrying them out in space before they would swing around once the carriers moved closer, and then bring their entire payload into the Darkblade on its far side from its partner where the two destroyers couldn't combine anti-starfighter fire. If the carriers could get behind the Darkblades they would be safe to harass, and if the Darkblades turned on them they couldn't effect the main force of the Republic's capital ships.

Though it might not matter. The Sith commander was competent this time, even despite the minute mistakes. Those however, were made by Sith force users who were likely not bound to the chain of command. The Rendili woman dreaded if the next battle saw a Sith commander with dedicated Sith Masters capable of tricks and who could command them to the fullest. . . . .the Republic needed to get the Jedi working in counter to that possibility, or working with the navy and army to supplement them as well in similar manners. First things first though.

They had to remove this commander and their forces so they didn't live to see another battle to perform such actions ever.

Summary
-Followed Admiral's orders and changed course and target
-Pointed out how energy spikes for entry and reentry were kinda obvious
-Recalled the Legate before it met its predecessor's fate
-Took command a brief moment, with permission, to order the rear carriers and 5 bomber squadrons to turn on the darkblades (maneuver better explained in post)
-Fire burning in meh belly
-Calculated damage taken by Immortal again
-Shields: 59
-Hull: 100