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

[Khallesh]

Location: Circling around infiltrators

Objective: One Spaceport

Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] etc

Infidels: [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Caaithiel Deschart"]

The spaceport had perhaps the most open ground around it, making it relatively defensible. However, the plateau the city was built in was not even vaguely flat, and skyscrapers jutted out of all areas, reaching up towards the night sky like gleaming daggers.

"Send them in, hold the enemy in place."

The chattering, clacking sound of surge-coral growths clashing was the first indication they were coming. Slowly their shapes would start to form from the shadows around [member="Kian Karr"] 's expedition. They stumbled, crawled and ran out of cover, a collective groan coming from the horde as they advanced, to leach the will to fight from the Republic soldiers. Near a hundred of the creatures emerged from the shadows and started to rush the hastily created perimeter. A wide variety of species, but many still clad in their Republic army uniforms. Disfigured, but also armoured and armed, by the coral growths, the Republic would now have to fight off a wave of their own people. Their voices and actions showed no sign of independent thought, but their eyes...their eyes were wide and pained, pleading for the mercy of a quick death.

Khallesh watched as her transport weaved between the skyscrapers hundreds of metres above ground. Whilst more tactically astute than many of her species, she still could not abide the thought of hiding behind a shield whilst there was fighting to be done. She saw the bright light of a lightsaber down below, hissing the word to herself: "Jeedai!"

It was time for her own personal test she decided. "Once the thralls have them fixed in place, we land there and assault, and the mounted troops come from the opposite side," she commanded.

If those men were going to try and breach the shield, they were going to have to work hard and fast, lest they be smashed against it by the oncoming wave.


OOC/ sent some friends for you to play with whilst slicing

 

[Vulpesen]

Objective: Survive and take down nearby sith.
Allies: [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"], [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: Sith.

Vulpesen growled as he saw Warok leap at Gherron. The power emanating from Selka was too fresh and stong. He had no idea if a bolt could reach her, but the Ewok was another matter entirely. He might have expended his power in the force, but his bag of tricks had yet to run dry. His hand moved down to his hip then pulled away, producing a blaster pistol. Normally useless in combat, but with an unarmed opponent with his back turned. It was perfect. His arm shot out, leveling on the flying ball of fur and his finger pressed n the trigger, firing bolt after red bolt at [member="Warok the Defiler"]'s back.



([member="Selka Ventus"] I have no idea what happened, but I did send you a PM. It looks like something went wrong with its sending.)

 

[Isar]

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

Warok's echani shields, green and shimmering, absorbed the incoming shots from Vulpesen. They flickered and faded as the penultimate bolt hit home, half-dome dissipating and allowing the last shot through. It skimmed across Warok's side, burning a chunk of fur and flesh away. He continued his flight, or falling with style, whatever one wanted to call it. His intent was still the same. Tackle the blonde-one.

 

[Tålamod Shapochka]

Location: Star Destroyer Righteous
Objective: Run the gauntlet
Allies: [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], [member="Camellia Swift"], [member="Kayleigh Tyven"], [member="Jack Rand"]
Enemies: [member="Boan Rein"], [member="Darth Arcis"], [member="Darth Vitium"], [member="Darth Arcanix"]

Righteous buckled under the fire received from the Vong ships, shields flashing for a brief moment as a few shots overloaded and penetrated. Two intense flashes of plasma prompted the bridge viewports to reactively dim as they erupted into the side of the destroyer. Lieutenant Commander Shapochka took to the comms and sent a message throughout the entire ship, hoping to keep the morale high in every single crewman. "Maintain steady! We are surging for the victory."

The Republic star destroyer continued to spew out its own turbolaser fire at the organic vessels, its batteries capable of bullying other ships into submission. The target vessels put up a good fight, however. But now they had the afts of half the Sith fleet, and Righteous would be going in for the strike on the enemy carrier. "Ninety degrees, starboard!" she relayed from the Admrial. "Shields spread and heavy to bow! Hyper cannons on the carrier. Turbo guns destroy the Vong ships. Kill them now, yes!"

The mighty destroyer began to make its rotation and aim for the hideous fungus-in-space that served as a carrier, GAM still operating and hypervelocity cannons shunting projectiles once more. Two more signatures seemed to arrive from several kilometers to the stern at that point, alarms announcing their sudden detection. Tålamod could tell these were real. "Alert the fleet of two incoming Dark Blades! Shield strength even out complete!" This was starting to become a bit of a jam. But Righteous and the Republic fleet might prevail if she could deal a crippling blow to this Vong trash.


Summary:

Maneuvered behind the aft and to the port of Yralf and Yuuzran
Shield depletion from Yralf and Yuuzran fire
Minor hull damage from Yralf and Yuuzran fire
Fires all starboard turbolasers at Yralf and Yuuzran
Fires all HVCs at Ryzantir
Dark Blades spotted and confirmed

89/100 65/100

 

[J3C0]

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

OS Fleet:

Spoiler

Observable Sith Fleet:
1 Immortal -2000m Titan (Shields 87% Hull 100%)
1 Skarr-Ro'ik -1420m Ryzantir(77%)
4 Skrii'Ro'ik -1920m Izrit, Trynth, Yuuzran(46%), Yralf(23%)
2 Razer Frigates -444m Argus, Lif
416 Attack Craft
2 Dark Blades -2100m Dauntless, Cornith

7884m

Momentarily ignoring the Sith, Boan smiled.

The great thing about Yuuzhan Vong vessels was one simple fact, they had no engines. Movement was dictated by Dovin Basals, the gravitational pull of these interesting little creature was what moved vessels like the Yralf and the Yuuzran. They were great little things, and they served many functions, more than the coordination of the GAM could block.

GAM's were about coordination of the Yammosk within the fleet, it was an effective countermeasure against Yuuzhan Vong Commanders that relied on the Yammosks and the Yammosks alone.

Something Boan did not do. She smiled as the Rightous moved straight into the cluster of her ship, where they would have to be to fire on the Ryzantir.

“Have the Ryzantir use its Dovin Basals to hold the Righteous in place.” The men aboard her ship nodded. “Have the Immortal Turn its guns on their support ships, fire Turbo-lasers and Ion cannons at the Swiftsure and have the Proton Cannon Target another Vessel. Have the rest of the fleet assume defensive posturing, get the Skrii-Ro'ik as a defensive shield. Recall the bombers but press Fighter advantage with the Razers.”

“What of the Righteous Ma'am?”

“If the Yralf is to die. The Righteous shall die with it.” Cruel, but not unexpected.

Summary:
Fleet takes Major Damage across the Board.
Fleet begins to set up defensively against Oncomming Republic Vessels
Immortal Fires at the Swifture
Immortal Fires Proton Cannon at support Ship of Friedrich Stahlmann Choice
Ryzantir uses Dovin Basals to hold Righteous in place
Yralf begins to draw itself onto the Righteous intending to crash into it.
Fighter and Bomber suggested Casualties accepted
Bombers drive back to the Home fleet to Assault the Noblesse
Fighter squadrons and Razers Press Advantage
Dark Blades have their Orders

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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

As the other Dark Blade opened fire, Taeli sighed slightly to herself. She had wanted to have the Republic ship move in a little closer, but that was fine.

"Open up all batteries and HVC on that Dorin Corvette, coordinate our fire patterns with the Corinth, and when that ship is destroyed, we begin the work of reducing the rest of the Republic fleet," she ordered, watching the fire lance towards the Corvette from the Corinth.

"Yes, my Lady," the bridge officer said, relaying her orders to fire control and the crew.

Every weapon battery on the Dauntless opened up, every single turbolaser, ion cannon, missiles, and the hypervelocity cannon projectile streaking towards the the most likely doomed corvette. It would be the first death for the Republic fleet, but most certainly not the last, she thought as the lights dimmed slightly from the power necessary to fire the HVC and weapons at full power.

Summary:
Opened up with all batteries and the HVC on the Legate

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Location: Spaceport
Objective: Get the furball off of me
Allies: [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
Enemies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Darth Adekos"]

As Gherron slunk around the battlefield looking for something to use as a decent weapon, he noticed a dead vong nearby with one of those weird serpent-staff things. Bending down to pick it up, he had just decided on picking it up when he was violently thrown to the ground by the tiny ball of fur that was the Sith ewok. Struggling to get up, he turned himself over so he could grasp at the little guy and throw him off of himself. Once he did, Gherron would grab the staff and start whacking his foe with it in the head, not sure what else to do. Eventually he would stop and catch his breath. "Don't do that again, or i'll keep whacking ya!" Even still, he would smack the ewok again for good measure.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: FOB one kilometre out from the Breeding Grounds.
Objective: Deliver Report and re-deploy.
Allies: [member="Book"], [member="Lan Graendal"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Nephthys"]

The Jedi Padawan inclined his head to [member="Book"] when he had arrived. It had taken only a moment for the engineer to bring him to the person that he wanted to see, and he barely had time to glance over his shoulder to see his Interceptor getting a quick fix, the repairmen were going at it, but with so few of them it wasn't going as fast as it should.

Then he was snapped back to the moment and he said, "whatever those tentacle artillery weapons are, they can't shoot for long before having to recharge. Before I landed, it was as if they had overheated or something." He wasn't entirely sure how to phrase things like this, to be debriefed like this. "It's shell is cracking however, and with continuous strikes it should fall apart soon enough." He rolled his shoulders back and looked over to his Interceptor. "I took a heavy hit while in the sky, I don't think I should be in it again anytime soon." As if to reinforce his point, his vision seemed to focus and then re-focus quite noticeably as he stared into Book's helmet.

Haytham expanded his force presence out suddenly. It occurred to him that there was a reason the One Sith had an unbroken record in this current war of victory after victory. They rarely let the Republic have a stronghold on their planets without them being smashed or at least distracted long enough for the other objectives to be taken. Were they really safe only a kilometre out from the actual battlefield? "If you can get me a speeder, I'll return to the fight as soon as possible."

Then he heard a strangled scream on the other side of the base camp.

 

[Isar]

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

The tiny 40 kilogram body of Warok slammed into Vael, knocking the blonde haired Jedi off his feet. The Ewok felt a nauseating pain from his shoulder at the impact. Blood soaked his side where the blaster bolt had cut into him. Smoke curled in ringlets from the wound. A strong hand seized him by the scruff and tossed him.

Warok hit the ground painfully, though every action he did was painful. Existing hurt, but as those tar pit eyes stared up at the ceiling of the hangar, they glittered with sick joy. He relished the pain. Better to revel in madness than die noble. Warok stumbled to his feet, wobbling precariously. If he hadn't been quite out of his mind at this point, Gherron's next action made it a certainty.

Whack.

The amphistaff cracked against Warok's head, hitting him soundly between his two adorably round and very fuzzy ears. Warok stood there stupidly, eyes blinking with confusion, only able to give the blonde a vapid stare. Vael swung again. Whump. The amphistaff came away slick with blood. Warok wobbled, then stretched out a paw and seized the amphistaff.

The only reason Warok wasn't bisected right now was because the human clearly didn't understand how to change the crystalline structure of the staff. Warok, on the other hand, did.

The serpent came to life, fangs exposed in a hiss as it attempted to slither up Gherron's arm and bite him in the shoulder. Warok stood there, rather fazed, the confused yet faye look etched across his chubby, round features.

 

[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"]
Theme:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dxkUK3SQlWI​

The power flickered as gas powered generators kicked on with the hangar's of the spaceport, feeding energy into the spaceport itself. Power continued to be funneled into the shielding as the ray shields flickered sporadically, feeding energy back into the particle shield.

Scanners picked up increased activity as humorous notions turned into fearful conceptions. Instantly, they were able to discern access into a hardline system through backdoor feeds. After all, they were hardwired in as well. They began to work sporadically to put figure out where the decryption was coming from and discern the effort. As they did so, they began to run anti-virus software for common definitions. Three men worked furiously while cards were put away, the whole crew was getting

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Villips, bulbous and fleshy, throbbed and echoed the sentiments of attack against the Legion Yun'Do. A sin without proper punishment, anger festered among the ranks as they swallowed their hatred and envy. Hatred for the people that rid their brethren from this world, and even for the price of pain that they had yet to endure. From the back of their minds, they remembered the moments prior to escalation and the grafts so soon to be shaped against flesh. They would survive the ritual, they imagined, as death or biological resistance brought shame upon name and domain alike. But, such practices were cut short by the intrusion of invaders, those who meet out blood when blood was already so freely given. How pretentious! Yet, what could they do? The Villips were incapable of tracking, they only communicated. That was for matters for the more technologically capable. Instead, vong forces continued their circle within the perimeter of the shielding system, waiting for their turn to prove their worth

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The muscles are a trolley pushed down a hill. They but need a gentle nudge to respond in kind and soon enough, their spasms are but a body under the control of it's own synapses. So when the helmet hit him square in the face, a surprising turn for someone so broken, he rejoiced silently in the manifestation of his will long after the breaking of the shatterpoint. As he stumbled back, the cracked nose oozing venous dark blood down his face, he lurched forward in anticipation of the next part.

Extending his own aura and telekinetic prowess, he drove a wedge between the folds of the telekinetic push reverberating from the Jedi master. A simple task, to defend against, when the origin of the power is so disheveled with pain and distraught with the consequences of a ship crash landed upon fortified enemy territory. As the force push crested beyond him, it shook the XJ-9 carcass with ample sound and the shift of grating metal against broken stone. The smoke billowed in the stale wind, fortuitous remnants of a volcanic world, as it turned over upon itself.

With the tossing of the helmet, much was revealed. Mostly, the face of a Jedi well enough known. He smeared the blood across cheek and chin as he flung the sanguine fluid to the ground, the coagulation forming a sticky sort of residue between the fingers. A fact Gabriel noticed as he investigated such stickiness through the child like observation of a hand flexed over and over again, before turning eye back to the broken thing - through the spaces between fingers.

"Seems you have lost your way...Jedi Master" No names, just title. That was all she was to him, for now. But he had seen her, through wayward glance, as she combated an individual known well to the Sith Lord. Perhaps, he had known that she was the one to wound Matsu in such ways, the inflection of his power would soar to different heights. But for now, he would continue to play with Aaralyn.

Power came out, once more, as he gesticulated towards the Jedi Master with open hand. The force would grip her tightly and attempt to lift her in the air, a pressure and movement that would bring immense pain to something in such delicate state. A simple show of telekinesis, something to which he considered himself a master.

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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 60%
-747 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

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Location: Spaceport
Objective: Fight the furball and the snake-thing
Allies: [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] [member="Vulpesen"]
Enemies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Darth Adekos"]

Gherron watched as his smacking of the ewok brought forth blood, and that the little Sith became a little woozy. He didn't exactly enjoy putting the creature in such pain, but it had attacked him and his friends, and who knew what else, under the Sith banner. However, he barely got any time to do anything else, as his enemy snatched the staff from him and did something to it to make it come alive. 'Oh yeah', he thought just then. 'Of course. They can turn into snakes. Silly me.' His thoughts of his own ignorance was quickly cut off as the serpent quickly made its was up his arm, baring its fangs. "Ohhh, that's not good." Staying as still as possible, he realized how he was now at the mercy of the ewok and the demonic staff of snakes and stuff. Seriously, what the hell did the Vong do to get those things? As if the species wasn't creepy enough! Slowly looking around at his friends, he tried a plea for help. "Um, guys...? Little help here? If you're not too busy."

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Spaceport
Objective: Healing dat wound... sorta
Allies: [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: The others

Alexandra was still laying there, in a pile of crates, hidden from sight, and screaming. Sorry Gherron, you are on your own this time.

 

[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"]

Once Alexandra had been flung to the other side of the room, Darth Adekos stood warily back to his feet. His shoulder burned with pain. He'd probably not have too good of a time using it, but he could manage for now. Aside from the other injuries he sustained after being flung into crates two times. Adekos would have relished this moment, this immediate adrenaline rush after his first victory in quite some time, but there was something spoiling it. Namely, the fact that she was screaming like some asinine banshee from somewhere behind a pile of crates. Normally he would have gone and dealt with it himself, but he was dimly aware that the Ewok was currently caught between a mutant and a Jedi Knight. He'd have to alleviate him.

He turned to Velka (or Selok, or whatever combinations of the names Velok and Selka better suited her), who had been trying to drain the Force out of Alexandra about a moment ago.

"If you could end the screaming of that Silver Jedi over there, I would be indebted to you." He requested, perhaps too politely for someone of his Force persuasion. "I simply must finish what I started with that loathsome mutant with the gun."

Confident the source of an impending migraine would be dealt with before he actually got one, he directed his attention to Vulpesen. The unsightly humanoid was currently wielding a blaster pistol. Quaint, really, but none too clever. He summoned up the Force once again, directly tapping into the power cell of the device and manipulating it. Just as had happened with the lightsabers, it would begin to overheat. In a few moments, it would explode in the Zorren's hand. This could be rather catastrophic, though probably not as much as it would be had the unfortunate creature been holding a lightsaber.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

OOC/ There've been a lot of posts since I posted last night. If I missed something, please let me know. Thanks for letting me know you PM'ed me, Vulps.

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

Force, was she ever lucky. Everyone wanted that fething Ewok dead. Or maybe she was misinterpreting it. The too-pretty man with the long hair was shooting at the Ewok, the too-pretty man with the short hair had a snake on his arm trying to bite his shoulder, the Ewok looked pretty well wrecked, the platinum blonde was down for the count, and the man with the mask seemed to be survivable condition. That pretty much left Mask and Hairpiece as the two remaining functional persons. One had a blaster and Master-level Force aura; the other one had, mainly, lightning.

Why am I here again?

When all you had was a hammer, every problem looked like a nail. She conjured up Force Drain some more -- she'd gotten a nice bite out of Vulpesen, and a nicer bite out of the woman who'd gone out from lightning just after Selka started Draining her. She considered hitting the man with the gun, but if Mask wanted Feanor down for the count, she had no problem with continuing her Force Drain assault on the fallen woman. Her goal was something like a coma. Death...meh.

On Saturday, Velok ate through one Rogue Shadow, one platinum blonde, one set of inhibitions, one latté and one disposable identity. That night she had a stomachache.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: The Citadel
Objective :
Protect the Citadel
Continue to investigate internal security
Prepare for battle
Maintain the ray and particle shields.
Wait for Jan -- or whoever else wants to tango whenever they get past the shields.
Allies: One Sith
[member="Darth Praelior"]
[member="Darth Vornskr"]
@Darth Nephthys
[member="Darth Isolda"]
[member="Harley"]
[member="Yusan Fenn"]
[member="Sena Lassiter"]
[member="The Hound"]

Foes: Republic/Jedi
[member="Ryan Korr"] (Isolda)
[member="Quinn Vos"] ( Isolda )
[member="Jannik Morlandt"] (Nephthys)
[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]
??? [member="SV-421"] and [member="Dass Tallav"].
[member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Hal Terrano"]

Music: Godzilla

(Short post is short cause i'm just walking and maintaining the status quo and i'm sick)

And down the balcony Nephthys would walk towards the location she'd track [member="Jannik Morlandt"] at.

Meanwhile the Citadel was at full ready for any attack.





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

Spoiler

LOCATION: The Citadel
Objective: Defend
Controler: Nepthys

• Rakamat : 10 - charging up Dovin Basals
• Firebreathers: 3 - Spreading out.
• Umrach: 2000 - inside and outside the citadel
• Skrall: 5000 - in the lower levels
• Implanter: 1000 - around and inside the citadel
• Yargh'un: 1000 - around and inside the citadel
• 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.
• Slayers: 1000 - inside the citadel

• Tartoros-Class Walker: 100 - across the grounds
• AT-LAW: 500 - Across the grounds
• AT-AW : 200 - across the grounds
• AT-HK: 500 - across the grounds
• 100 Scouts using LC-S10 - scouting the area
• shield generators Active - Ray and Particle shields up.

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
[member="Elizie Adasca"] - Padawan
[member="Haytham Kaze"] - Padawan
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] - Padawan
[member="Varus Shatterstar"] - knight
[member="Veino Garn"] - Knight
[member="Lan Graendal"] (Claimed by Kaine)
[member="Corvus Raaf"] - Master
[member="Arumi Zy"] - Master
[member="Preliat Mantis"]
[member="Book"] - solider
[member="Vilaz Munin"]
[member="Sressechka"]

T H E C R O M E - V R O N E
TO ALL WITHIN THE AREA!!!

The continual blast of fire power from the skochas would wreck havoc on the Chrom - Vrone. More yorrik coral would break, tumbling down from the mining worm to reveal far more fleshier areas.

Some of the barrages would smack at the tentacles, sending writing masses of flesh slamming onto the ground. It was getting completely wrecked.

Like a wounded beast reacting, it would send the bulk of its attention over to Lan's Forces, attempting to halt the damage inflicted by the tanks.

T H E R A K A M A T S
[member="Lan Graendal"] [member="Book"]

Two more Rakamats would fall from the joined firepower of the republic forces, leaving only four behind. Two were busy attempting to use as defense, while the others were salvoing as much blue plasma globs over to Lan's forces.

The sudden inclusion of another barrage of skotchas from a different direction would finally reveal the entrenched position of Book's forces. The scouts within the area would take note to investigate....



T H E G R O K A T A

[member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]​

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Only four more Grokata remained, and they decided to shell out. That is, they all began to draw their legs, tail, and head back into their hard shells to protect themselves.

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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"] [member="Haytham Kaze"]​

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SNAKES ON A PLANE!

Or more aptly amphistaffs by your boots.

The amphistaffs finally arrived slithering out from under ground from the various small tunnels they used as a home. They would attack at the closest body, sending hissing poisonous spit out aimed for the eyes.

They would appear to come out of any and every hold. It was hard to determine just how many of them were (200) but as the sound of blaster fire would rise, it was clear that regardless how many, they would need to be taken care of fast!

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
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Spoiler

LOCATION: The Breeding Grounds
Objective:
I have tagged folks in the description on what is being done.

but the big guy, Chromvrone bringing its tentacles to shoot out more Yaret-Kor plasma

Controler: Nepthys​

• Rakamat : 4
• Firebreathers: 0 - One killed by Arumi! The other by Preliat!
• Implanter: 265
• Yargh'un: 289
• Chrom-Vrone: 1 seated to the right of the keep along the cliffside
• Grokata : 4
• Ampistaff colony: 200 amphistaffs coming from under the tunnels. No attack yet.

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[Avalore Eden]

LOCATION: Citadel outer gate.
OBJECTIVE: Lights, cameras, action!
ALLIES: My pretty face.
ENEMIES: [member="Hal Terrano"] and his giraffe stride.

Avalore came to a stumbling halt, nearly colliding with the brick wall that was Hal Terrano who'd stopped short in front of her. This is why you don't walk with your eyes to the ground, Avalore. Less sour, more sadness, pronto.

The Healer frowned, brown eyes riddled with e-turmoil turning to look past the man's shoulder and at the hulking mass of the real Citadel before them. She felt her stomach lurch as her gaze took in the sheer mass of the place, and all the things crawling in and out, through and past every nook and visible cranny. An anthill. A termite mound. They were two little children at the playground and they were about to sit on it.

Don't mind us, we're just little ants. Just. Like. You.

"No," not for this, how is anyone ever ready for this? Frown deepening, brow knitting away like grandma in wintertime expecting snowy grand-babies, she swallowed and motioned for Hal to keep going.

Soon they were approaching a set of gates guarded by Stormtroopers. Though odd, as she had been expecting dark and ugly things, Avalore reflexively averted her gaze. She didn't have to fake the terror creeping into her expression - 100% grass fed, Corellian Bred, bonafide Eden right thurr.

[member="Darth Shara"]

 

[Valerie Vizsla]

Character: Lieutenant Chris Werner The Stormtrooper
Location: Citadel Gates
Objective: Check These Sketchy People Out
Allies: Private Meeson, Private Brent
Enemies: [member="Hal Terrano"] [member="Avalore Eden"]

Chris stood in front of the gate to the Prakith Citadel alongside his two subordinate, Private Brent and Private Meeson. Neither men were very competent, both kind of drooled their way through the Stormtrooper academy, but they had passed, and that meant they were stormtroopers. Which of course meant that they were assigned somewhere, it just so happened that that somewhere was here, and here was guarding the gates of the Prakith Sith Citadel.

Of course, invasion had seemed unlikely.

After all who invaded the foremost Fortress world of the One Sith? The Former home of the Dark Lord and the center of Sith Power.

That was a silly thing to do. Yet the Republic had done it, and now Chris alongside every other stormtrooper was on high alert, ready to fight Jedi or anything else.

Chris shook his head slightly, watching as his two subordinates played a game of some sort with their hands. He frowned, and then scanned the horizon. His eyes bulged slightly as he saw two figures quickly approaching, one wrapped in something, the other standing tall and looking rather muscular.

The Stormtrooper Lieutenant raised his rifle, motioning to his subordinates to the same “Stop!”

He called out.

“Name, Identification and purpose!” His voice sounded robotic and monotone, the helmets always did that.

 

[Hal Terrano]

LOCATION: Citadel outer gate.
OBJECTIVE: Lights, cameras, action!
ALLIES: The Stormtroopers, obviously, [member="Darth Shara"] in spirit
ENEMIES: [member="Avalore Eden"], because she doesn't like porridge

“You will be fine,” he muttered quietly to Avalore, before placing his hand at the back of her head. “Sorry.” Thinking back to Coruscant he remembered how it was that the Sith treated their prisoners. Some were polite and more tactically menacing but others, others were quite physically rough.

Being that there was no chance ever that Hal Terrano could duplicate the mannerisms of Darth Mierin, he would opt for the latter choice. Moving a body in a certain way was easy, moving a mind was not.

After apologising for what he was about to do, Hal suddenly shoved Avalore in front of him, pushing on the back of her head all the while secretly fretting that he might hurt her neck. The gates crested over their horizon, those guarding had now seen them. This was the point of no return, turning back now would have been the most suspicious act of all and would have summoned more heat to their position than possible to imagine.

Rifles were up. Here we go.

“Tyris Keler,” he announced in that same old stiff monotone, Avalore had assured him that just speaking like he usually did was Sith enough, and Hal was almost offended by that notion, if it had not been true.

“I am a Sith,” he spoke once more, going through the motions as he gave Avalore's head another push, “I have my Mark.”

Hal was almost annoyed at himself for this moment. They had tattooed a replica of his dark mark back onto his, well, back. Why they didn't do it on an easier to display location like his forearm was beyond him, because he didn't think of it until now either. In design it was identical, but in spirit it was nothing more than ink upon flesh, something that standard Stormtroopers would not be able to sense.

His robe, still tied around the middle was dropped from his shoulders, the shirt underneath being pulled up from the back as to display the ominous, inky markings that had once genuinely sat upon his flesh. Also will note that there was a nice flash of Hal's porridge and discipline crafted physique, that Chris, Brent, Meeson and Avalore could all enjoy together, a rarity because it was rumoured that Knight Terrano slept in his robes.

Allowing the troopers to inspect the mark, Hal spoke once more, as if he was lecturing Lira for being late, again, “I have a Jedi prisoner to take to the dungeons.”

 

[Ughad]

Location: Orbit above Prakith, aboard the Corinth
Objective: Destroy Public-voting supporters

Enemies: [member="Camellia Swift"] | [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] | [member="Jack Rand"] | Kayleigh Tyven | [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]
Allies: [member="Darth Arcis"] | [member="Boan Rein"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"]

Let his allies be angered, If they could not see the weapons practically bristling from the ship then they would not know its danger. This was probably the greatest time to strike if any. The enemy had still reacted little to both of the darkblades, or more appropriately had not until now, and they had sent a ship to commit literal suicide. Striking now would ensure that they were still confused and not all of their eyes diverted to us. The little facade had been up as soon as the Republic had seen them. If they had thought that these ships were illusions then they would not have diverted logistics to confirm. Subconsciously they all had known. But that was the beauty of the tactic. It had divided the agreement between the conscious and subconscious of what was really there. It was quite logical. If these ships were truly illusions, then why had they not been made with the fighter swarm? The fallacy was forgivable indeed, but foolish nonetheless, but now to deal with the incoming swarm, what were they? Most likely bombers, all other vessels of that size would be more than useless against them.

"Sir, incoming squadrons. Sensors detect heavier weaponry, assuming that these are bombers."

Just as he assumed. Kadri looked to his right, the screen displaying a picture of the other dark blade, perfectly aligned with him. Not good. The move was obvious, straight down the middle.

"Establish communications with the the Dauntless..... Good. If you didn't figure it out by now, which I assume you have, [member="Darth Arcanix"] , They are going to go to either one of our sides or back. The best strategy would be to minimize the space that we cover total. I am going to go ventral and aft of you until I know what exactly they are going to do. This way you are fully covered for now. In the event that they decide to hang around my engines I will ask for you to slow down as I speed up so that you may take care of them. If they realize this it will simply drive them to a position that we can better destroy them from or they'll back off. End communications... As for us, fire port flak cannons at the incoming squadrons with full prejudice. Maintain long-range weaponry, aside from ion cannons, and the hyper-velocity cannon at the more important capital targets. Aim the Ion cannons at the approaching frigates. Make sure that you compensate for whatever speed the system says their going so that you don't "

"Right away, sir."

Actions:
-Going under and slightly behind the dauntless for a better defensive position
-firing flaks at incoming squadrons
-firing ion cannons at approaching frigates
-All other weapons maintaining indiscrinminate firing until larger ships come into range

Feels (OOC):
-God I feel edgy, I don't like it.
-

 

[Valerie Vizsla]

Character: Lieutenant Chris Werner The Stormtrooper
Location: Citadel Gates
Objective: Check These Sketchy People Out
Allies: Private Meeson, Private Brent
Enemies: [member="Hal Terrano"] [member="Avalore Eden"]

Chris looked at the Sith for a few seconds.

On Prakith you met lots of Sith, you saw them come and go, you saw them train, you saw them bully each other. They mostly stayed away from the troopers, Chris assumed they had strict instructions to do so. Yet he had befriended some of the Sith. A few in particular were alright, not really bad, but misunderstood.

Most were terrible at cards.

When this Sith turned around and began to trip in front of them both Meeson and Brent turned around, not wanting to look at a half naked man apparently. Chris rolled his eyes, still loosely training his blaster on the pair that had walked up to his gate.

He inspected the tattoo for a few moments, expecting to see...something.

Then Chris realized he had no idea what that something was and instead shook his head.

“Sorry Sir. Security Policy, you understand.” He lowered the rifle, signaling Messon to open the gates.