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

[Garik Reed]

Location: En route to stronghold
Objective: Stronghold, protect Caaithiel
Allies: [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Caaithiel Deschart"] Republic Forces
Enemies: One Sith

Rael stood there, waiting to be called in. It was torture, for him. To be stuck here, away from the battle. Away from his comrades. Every single bone in his body ached to rush into battle with them. Thankfully, his mind knew better. He ignored Caaithiel's banter, but it was obvious he didn't enjoy her nickname for him. The kaleesh paced back and forth, his arms crossed. When the call came, so did his sigh of relief.

Rael was already in a run. He stayed a bit behind Caaithiel, making sure to keep an eye on her. His sabers came to life as he ran, but stayed rather steady for someone who was running. His eyes, physical and mental, probed the surrounding area for enemies. Rael came to a stop once they reached their destination. He went into a defensive stance, ready to hit back any potential fire. He looked around for Kian, trying to find the Jedi master for any further orders that might come.

 

[Yoru Shakou]

Location: Prakith City Spaceport Control Room
Objective: Protect the Spaceport
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Darth Adekos"], [member="Warok the Defiler"], [member="Khallesh "], [member="Darth Valtryx"], [member="Reverance"], Colonel Mathias III (NPC)
Enemies: [member="Sanya Val Lerium"], [member="Catherine Soja"], [member="Kian Karr"], [member="Gherron Vael"], [member="Sressechka"], @Aquila Audax, [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"], [member="Vulpesen"], [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

Location: Prakith City Spaceport
Controller: Baroness Magrath
Forces:

• Colonel Mathias III
• 4 Fenrir Guardsmen
• 6 Fen'Harel class Anti-Air Mobile Weapons Platforms
• Tamed Pet Nexu

Objective: Defend the Spaceport / Protect the Baroness
Opponents: The Republic / Any whom would harm the Baroness




"Colonel. It's time. Silence the Fen'Harels and pull them back towards the inner shields. Let them think that the skies are theirs."

A wicked grin grew across the lips of the Baroness, the Colonel giving a silent nod before pressing his finger against the side of his helmet. The ground became still for a moment, the last of the heavy discharges from the blaster cannons tore through the sky before the Fen'Harels became silent. What would come next was a beautiful sound to the Baroness, her eyes closing as she listened to the squeaking of the treads. There was plenty to be said about repulsorlifts, or the nimble legs of a walker, yet for the Baroness she was found of a bit of noise. What better way was there to entice an enemy into thinking that you've gone than to allow them to hear your engines roaring to life and the noise as your vehicles move away? What better way was there to see the fear and dread upon their faces when that same noise came roaring down upon them from a new direction?

"Is our little gift prepared as well Colonel?"

The Baroness didn't even need to look over her shoulder, nor did she really need to poise the question. She knew very well what the Colonel was about to say, though for the most part it was a security point, a bit of a means to ensure that if the Baroness was forced from the station, then there would be no evidence that she nor her Fenrir Guardsmen had ever been there. Yes her loyalties lay with the One Sith, else she'd not be there on the battlefield, yet she was still needed in the Oligarchy, and she could not have any evidence that linked her in anyway to the One Sith, just yet.

"Yes Ma'am. In the event that we must vacate the control room, it will be scorched, any evidence of our involvement will be null and void. The Fen'Harel crews will also destroy their vehicles to prevent the plans from falling into Republic hands."

Nodding softly, the Baroness smiled as she ran her hand over a button on the control panel before her. Her other hand resting upon the head of the large Nexu beside her as she watched the Fen'Harel Anti-Air MWPs move deeper into the Starport to take up new defensive fields. Now was where the real test of the vehicles was to begin, and with the possibility of infantry and other vehicles being thrown into the mix, that wicked grin merely grew even larger.

 

[Avalore Eden]

LOCATION: Citadel outer gate.
OBJECTIVE: Lights, cameras, action!
ALLIES: [member="Trenchcoat Man"]
ENEMIES: [member="Hal Terrano"] [member="Darth Shara"]

You will be fine.

Somehow Avalore wasn't fully convinced. Not that she doubted Hal's devotion to keeping her safe, as he had proven to her on several occaisions now, but that they weren't totally in over their heads. Hal was a great Jedi, but he was only one great Jedi and, for certain - ignoring the breadth of dispicableness - there were hundreds of great Sith within these walls.

Her lip twitched.

Sorry.

...?

"Wuh!" the Healer stumbled forward, very narrowly avoiding another face-plant into the dirt with a quick save. Neck smarting, frown folding into a grimace, she reached her manacled hands up to rub at it only to get shoved again. Having been taken so off-guard the first time, this time she toppled to her knees. Hal, despite the possibility that he was trying to do this gently, was a lot stronger than she really knew. Teeth grit against a stinging pain in her knees, Avalore bit back a fretful sound and slowly moved to pick herself up again. She found her feet just as Hal flashed his mark to the guards, allowed herself a moment to view the fabled unicorn of flesh, and watched as the gates were opened to expose the looming Citadel beyond.

Waiting while Hal replaced his shirt, Avalore waffled over simply walking in ahead of another head-shove to avoid it, or performing the reluctant Jedi and needing to be coerced yet again. She opted for the latter, and stumbled into a walk as it was offered.

Trembling sigh.

It was all just a bit too close to real.

 

[Vulpesen]

Objective: Survive and defeat the sith.
Allies: [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"], [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: [member="Warok the Defiler"], Darth Adekos, [member="Selka Ventus"]
Location: Crouched on the Hanger floor.


Vulpesen might have been weakened by his shoulder and the draining, but one of his first paths to be chosen was a consular, the force users of the jedi order. Sure it had made way for the Jedi shadows, but the Vitae had never lost his roots in powers of the force. As such, it didn't take him forever to recharge his batteries. Of course, no sooner than had he recovered did Adekos start to try and blast the weapon in his hands. The only problem for the sith was, he'd already tried to do this twice. Luckily, Vulpesen already had a plan to keep the blast from occuring in his palm. From his lowered form came a sort of whisper. "That's... quite... enough." He lifted his hand while speaking, extending his presence to the familiar presences, concealed all around the battle. He never forgot a single weapon, even when dropped it was still useful. That's what he loved about daggers. They didn't burn away after a single shot. The blades tilted up as the Zorren's eyes locked on his targets, marking every location in his mind. A non-force user could throw and the blade would go one direction. Vulpesen however, over the years had learned to shoot and direct. It was basically, a tracking rifle with bladed bullets. By the time he would reach the word enough, his hand would open, shooting the soon to explode blaster straight at the sith's chest while the scattered blades of daggers would rocket silently and swiftly to their targets.

One dagger aimed for the Amphistaff's neck, aiming to slice right through where it was bending, or at the very least, redirect it. Two aimed for the Ewok's back, aiming to take him while he was utterly distracted by Gherron. Five aimed for Selka's side, aiming to catch her blind spot while she focused on him and Alexandra. And a five of course, went for [member="Darth Adekos"], aiming to catch his back as he spoke to his comrade. One rocketed past while his free hand ripped a flash bang form its place in his coat. The pain in his shoulder was excruciating, but worth it as the flying dagger would bring the weapon into the middle of the group. Granted his ears would also hurt, but at least this time, he'd be prepared. And finally, the last presence was no dagger, it was his saber, now flying towards him. One side was dented beyond use, but at least one blade was serviceable. Each item would move simultaneously, a single motion that could very well save the Zorren and the rest of his team.

As for the speed and strength of his daggers. Such was often underestimated, waved off as a parlor trick of a force attack. In truth, Vulpesen had mastered their use. Each blade could not be seen, much the way no person could see a bolt from a cross bow. Realistically, they were faster than a blaster, far quieter, and far more powerful in ballistic force. These blades could cause even large men, with well prepared shields to stumble. These daggers might have been meant to be Vulpesen's side arm in battle. But in truth, they had become his ace weapon, the thing that when all else failed, they wouldn't. These daggers weren't made to simply thud. They were meant t slam in, and often through his opponents. Especially when there was no current attack for him to worry about.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

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

Five daggers slammed into Selka from the side. It didn't go so well. One punched through her tricep, one the meat of her forearm, one her hip, two her ribcage. Her lung deflated with a pop; her sabre fell from her nerveless fingers.

She'd gotten enough of a Force Drain meal to keep her alive, and give a brutal surprise to anyone who tried to move her without her consent, but she was just plain down for the count.

 

[Kian Karr]

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

"Rael," Kian said coming over to the Jedi and lowering his lightsaber, "I need you to keep Caaithiel safe....we're not out of this fight yet." Kian said, knowing that if they were sitting ducks in their current position. They needed the slicer to get them into the system or else this would end badly.

"Caaithiel, how we doing?" Kian asked but was quickly interrupted by the shout of a soldier over the comm system. "Incoming!"

Kian spun away from the slicer, looking back over his shoulder as he darted toward the front of the line, "Get us in that system!" Kian brought his blade up expected to be blocking more blasterfire, but instead he saw a horde of Republic soldiers closing with them, armed with Vong tech. "EMBU, target for maximum efficiency!" Kian yelled into his comm, darting forward and cutting down several of the closest of those....things. "Remember that these are not your friends, these are not Republic soldiers....not anymore. Do not hesitate." The commanding officer called out over the comms to the commandos, not wanting them to be taken by surprise by the appearance of these things.

"Rael, they are encircling us, expect some coming your way!" Kian said as he saw the horde spanning out in front of them. There were certainly more of them, but Kian knew that his men would outfight a horde of enslaved minds....and the EMBU droids would help even out the numbers.....at least for now.

Spoiler

Location: Outside shield
Controller: Kian Karr
Forces:

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

Objective: Infiltrate Spaceport
Opponents: Unknown as of yet

 

[Placeholder 0133]

Location: FOB one kilometer out from the breeding grounds.

Objective: Defend the outpost.

Allies: [member="Lan Graendal"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Arumi Zy"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Haytham Kaze"]

Enemies: [member="Darth Nephthys"]

Spoiler

http://youtu.be/joO3jyU67TI

"Skotchas are moving!" Stanley exclaimed just as a scream tore through the camp.

Book had begun to summon a speeder from one of the engineers when Vong suddenly started crawling from a thousand holes in the ground.

"The party's here friend." Book grunted as he snapped the Harbinger rifle off his back and into his hands. A quick click switched off the safety. "Filter everyone into the dropships! Skotchas, focus on slotting the Vong!"

The engineers scurried about as Vong erupted out from under their feet. One woman was torn in half from her left shoulder, to her right hip by an ampistaff. Another was crushed when three Vong tackled him to the dirt.

The Skotcha's turned their extensive anti-infantry weapons on the Vong, and fired down from their superior positions along the ridge. They focused on the Vong just coming out of their holes, and annihilated the warriors that came into sight. It would be a slaughterhouse.

The engineer assigned to an E-We turret dropped three of the approaching warriors before turning tail toward the closest Dropship.

Two of the three dropships were filled to the brim with engineers, and the Skotchas drifted over to defend the inert vessels as their drives spooled.

Vong might be formidable, but against two heavily armored, shielded, extensively armed fighting vehicles in an area with almost no cover, the odds were stacked against them; large numbers or not.

The Dreadguard was surrounded on all sides by the Vong. He and the pilot were a ways away from the dropships, and the engineers working his ship had been brutally slaughtered. Two dozen Vong warriors approached them.

"Stay close to me. When the Vong swing, I'll step in front. My armor can take the punishment." He tilted his head toward Haytham as a particularly large Vong charged. "Understood?"

The Commander squeezed the trigger on his Harbinger rifle. The powerful weapon coughed twice, and cut deep into the Coral armor on the Vong warrior's right leg. It was followed by three more armor piercing bolts to the warrior's left leg. The Vong stumbled forward, and swing with its ampistaff. The weapon soared just over Book's right shoulder as he tackled the beast to the ground, and jammed his wrist mounted vibroblade into its throat.

"Alex!"

Book removed the bloodied blade from the Vong warrior. He left it there, spasming in its death throes as it bled out.

Another Vong had approached to avenge its comrade. Book snapped his Woebringer sidearm up to meet the Vong, expelling two powerful bolts into its chest. The shots only slowed the Vong, but that was all that was needed.

Four rapid shots imploded the armor around the Vong's head, and sent its brain matter flying across the rocky terrain. The warrior fell.

Book hastily slipped another clip into his sidearm, and pumped a second magazine into his rifle. The other twenty two made their charge.

"They love charging." Book wheezed as he tried to gather breath.


"It's their thing."
NPCs:

Spoiler

Forces: 2 Skotcha Tanks (with full crews) firing on any Vong that come near the dropships.

Thirteen surviving engineers within two dropships.

Three stationary dropships with anti-personal weapons, two are firing at any Vong that approach, one is empty.

Objective: Defend the FOB.

Controller: Book

Enemies: The good [member="Darth Nephthys"] and her Vong warriors.

 

[Khallesh]

Objective Spaceport
Enemies [member="Kian Karr"] et al
Location: Charging through the thralls

She felt the power in the strike, even as it glanced off her armour with a loud crack. The droid continued to press on, swinging it's blades with a pace she couldn't hope to match. Each blow came startlingly fast and with a great deal of strength behind it. They did not look quite light the lightsabers she had seen before, a shame she had mistaken these for honourable Jeedai from above. Disgraceful Republic, she thought to herself as a lightsword hummed through the air just shy of her chest, arming machines with blades and hiding behind them with blasters.

She changed her strategy, her arachnostaff responding to her commands to straighten into a spear. She slid back a few feet, thrusting straight head to put some pace between them. The infidel machine grasped its twin blades in a reverse hand grip, good for slashing, but it gave the machine a very short reach.

She circled as she repeatedly stabbed at the machine, testing out its defenses. She scored a few hits, her staff scouring deep gouges through its chest. However the metal seemed to shift and cover any exposed machinery after each blow.

She backed away from the droid, stabbing high. As expected, it blocked high, energy sword thrumming as it rose. Khallesh reversed her momentum, spinning her staff back around so the opposite end arcs low and around towards the machine's waist. It coiled around it and tightened, monomolecular edge cutting through its armour in a shower of sparks.

To her dismay, the droid kept coming. Khallesh blocked the next slash with her bracers. It hissed as it burned against the ceramic surface, the heat making her skin tingle uncomfortably. She couldn't match the strength of the droid and the tip of the blade moved ever closer.

There was a garbled scream and a pair of thralls rushed out of the darkness and pulled the droid down. It shalshed furiously, but they had no regard for their own safety. Khallesh pounced, bringing both knees down onto the machine's back. She pulled a container of firejelly free and poured it over the droid's head liberally. Sparks flew as the sticky substance burned through metal until the droid ceased it's struggles.
Khallesh drew her her staff again, the thralls rushing back off into the night. She had hoped that with the enemy held by thralls that their sudden strike would penetrate the enemy's hasty defence and break them. Instead these godless machines had entirely stunted the charge.

"Now!" she called into her villip. Her squads of chazrach and warriors had come from the North, but another threat would now rush in from the south. Yuuzhan Vong warriors aboard their insectoid mounts. The Republic had better crack on with their slicing.

 

[Isar]

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

The dagger hurled at the Amphistaff glanced off its impervious crystalline structure, which was immune even to lightsabers. There were very few ways to kill Amphistaffs. Throwing daggers was not one of them. In fact, it only seemed to enrage the serpent, which wound sinuously around Gherron's arm, constricting tightly to prevent any attempts to dislodge it. Bared fangs continued to move toward his shoulder, only centimeters away from biting down.

Thud. Shink.

Warok swayed. Two daggers protruded from the thick fur around his shoulder blade, buried to the hilt. He blinked slowly, eyes hazy.

The Amphistaff cared not for Warok's safety. Now active, it would fight until it died.

 

[Figure In White]

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

"I'm freaking working on it! Cut me some slack here! I'm one person against who knows how many!"

Fingers typed furiously, even as the enemy started to hone in on their position. With the hardline access established, it was clear that they were trying to figure out where she was coming in from. In so doing, they weren't making as much progress in stopping her wireless decryption programs from running. She was alright with that, even though she knew that ultimately the hard line access was going to be much faster than the wireless was. If she could keep them busy, even if the slicing attempt itself failed, she could still break in.

That is, if she was still alive when all was said and done.

"You know, no one is manning the turret at the moment since you all killed them! Why doesn't someone do that while I hack their systems? I think I've got them fairly well tied up, after all."

Her fingers continued to work furiously. She was making an effort to keep them busy, so just for the fun of it, she started uploading some malware as well. The more crap she fed into their system, the more they'd have to divide their attention to try and stop it. And she was working her best to keep them from being able to work efficiently by disrupting their efforts to shut down pathways into the system. Every little bit helped. Of course, the more pathways they shut down, the more they cut off their own control of their technology.

Something thudded above her head, but she didn't look to see what it was. No time for that.

"That better not be a thud bug! Spike you better keep me safe here!"

SLICING ATTEMPT: IN PROGRESS
PROGRESS OF DECRYPTORS: 5.00%
PROGRESS OF HARD PORT ACCESS TO TURRET: 15.00%
PROGRESS OF BACKDOOR VIRUS UPLOAD: 30.00%
PROGRESS OF MALWARE INSTALLATION: 5.00%

 

[Quinn Vos]

Location: The Chambers of Isolda in the real Citadel
Objective: The 'and' part from before
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Randial"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Sena Lassiter"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Randial"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Sena Lassiter"]


Hand left the warmth of Ryan's arm as the wild one stepped forward, as if caught in the cooing caress of Darth Isolda's wake: the Siren's call. Proud shoulders bent as she stepped slowly forward in the stance of a servant and not a warrior. The heady spice was thick in the room and it tickled the tip of her nose. She felt the pulse of the darkside emanate from this woman and it would be all too easy for the warrior to bend a proud knee and bow at the prophetess' feet.

Except a few things - one more than others. A small ivory object shifted in her left palm. The wild one was close, less than fifteen feet away from the prophetess. A few grains of sand still stuck to the piece from the sands of Fresia.

"Because he is the one I love."

Bent-shoulders straightened. She held up Velok's emblem, using it on the Dark Queen and her servants. There were no theatrics, no burst of light, no crackle of energy, just a simple arm raise with an invisible wave of power. The glint of a Nagai-blade caught the light as it loosened from her other hand, its motion almost undetectable as it cut through the air toward the woman's torso. The moment of Darth Isolda seeming less godlike would need to be capitalized on from everyone in the room.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Chamber of Isolda in the real Citadel
Objective: Kill Isolda
Allies: [member="Jaxton Ravos"] | [member="Jannik Morlandt"] | [member="Quinn Vos"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Isolda"] | [member="The Hound"]s | [member="Sena Lassiter"] | [member="Darth Carach"]

A confluence of the Force. A whirlpool of power and fate that sucked Ryan down toward some unknowing end, pre-written and inescapable. Words sang in his mind. A code older than the Jedi and the Sith.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.​

​

Quinn unleashed the emblem of Velok and a sudden stillness came to the clamoring of destinies. Silence. The strings of fate were cut. The Will and foresight of the Dark Lord undone in a moment. In that moment, Ryan Korr struck.

There is no fear, there is power.​

The stun-cuffs fell from his wrists and clattered to the floor. Ryan's lightsaber slipped from his sleeve and fell into a calloused palm, where his fingers curled tightly around the familiar object. The cerulean blade flared to life with a snap-hiss that reverberated in these sullen halls. The cascade of blue bit back against the swirling haze.

I am the heart of the Force. ​

​

Korr turned and lifted a glowing palm toward startled Slayers, guards and Handswomen. They quailed beneath the sudden rush of blinding radiance pouring from his hand.

​I am the Revealing Fire of Light ​

 

[Reverance]

NPC Post Only​

Location: Spaceport
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"]

"Alright, keep on the backtrace process...I want them located and I want the defense rallied upon their position."
"We are, we are.."

The head of the cyber defense system walked about the group now, maxing out at eight total, including him, as they each furiously maneuvered through the network. Seven screens, seven keyboards, eight technically savvy individuals, all pent up and angry.

"You three..." He yelled behind the veil of smoke, lifting from the burning cigarra. "Get on the virtual network. Cut off back channels into the defense system and discern where they are moving through. Check tunnel traffic!" The systems displayed showed a drop in infrastructure integrity. "They have to go through the shields or the turrets, figure it out! I want any foreign entity removed from my system, gentlemen! Scrub it!"

He screamed and they responded, having worked beneath the man for as long as they could remember. Maybe that hadn't been all too long, but they had learned so much from the bearded individual that they couldn't remember a life before him. He gesticulated towards one and donned an eerie grin.

"Pull energy from the thermal heating and cooling system. Cut off all cosmetic energy supplies and force feed it into the particle shielding system." He pointed to the main three, who had begun the defensive process in the first place. He approached them a smiled, placing warm hands upon shoulders. "Gentlemen...find me that hardline tap. Track them down. And while you are at it, cut them off at the pass. I will see no more advancement of alien presences in my infrastructure." He smiled as he lifted himself from their sweaty musk and approached the table, to lift caf mug to mouth.

Up until this point, he had been removed from the field of combat, as it were. But now, he would emphasize three pillars of cyberwarfare defenses that had been implemented on Prakith. 1st, active defenses trumping passive firewall systems, though not in lieu of said systems. 2nd, the critical infrastructure protection, provided by his guidance, work, and crew currently in place. The final, and most important, was the initiation of a collective defensive system. Of course, the ever changing technological scheme was part of this system, but that was more common sense then something deserving it's own pillar of focus in his doctrine. He rallied the men as they continued their work, each following their specific charge. And he started another pot of coffee. A servant leader, if you will.

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​

Turrets, being studded in place, turned towards any that approached the outskirts of the shield system and not recognized as One Sith Forces. For those hacking hardline into turret, this might be issue unless properly dealt with. As the turrets are inter-visible, meaning unbroken line of sight on each side. Hackers have been warned, says the omniscience metallic voice from the skies.

The Vong came upon an odd sort of concurrence as they circled the interior of the devil blasphemous shield system. The Vilips sprang to life, from the protection of the bubble, as they notified command of odd sort of congregation on the other side of the devil monstrosity. After all, they had been circling for a while from the interior protection of the shield, it was bound to happen eventually. Luckily for those outside, the Vong had no reason to support the shielding system. If they were to break it down, they would be all the merrier. But soon enough, there friends would be on the opposite side, growling and hungry and waiting for the time when their amphistaffs could lay siege to fleshy Jedi bits.


Forces:

Spoiler

-Anti-slicing units have actively engaged the cyber intruders and are working under the guidance of a singular mind. They have recognized backdoor virus upload, as well as speed hardline access, and are working to not only remove the intrusion, but to locate the position as well. Teams are running retro-active scans, through several high level CPU's, for all foreign entities.
-Shields: Recharging at 65%
-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

 

[Long Gone]

Location: Outside the Spaceport
Objective: Prepare...for the unknown?
Allies: [member="Kian Karr"] | Republic Forces
Enemies: [member="Reverance"] | One Sith

Aaralyn felt herself become weightless suddenly, she could feel the weight of her body bare down upon her broken leg causing her to grimace. She tried to resist, focusing on the Force and build a resistance against the powers lifting her into the air – it would do very little but slow her ascent into the air. Her hands would curl into fists as she stared down at the Sith Lord before her. For a moment, a sense of helplessness overcame her being but then was quickly washed away. She knew it could be it but she couldn’t allow it.

Concentrate – Focus.

She would repeat those words in her pain wracked mind as she stared intently upon his being. She was prepared – atleast for what she knew might come next.

Spoiler

OOC - As discussed with [member="Reverance"], going to cut it short due to unforeseen circumstances.

 

[Reverance]

PC Post Only​

Location: Outside the Spaceport
Objective: Break Stuff Maybe
Allies: Prakith and the One Sith
Enemies: [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], [member="Kian Karr"]

His hand lifted upwards with her movement as he relieved of her of the nuisance that was gravity. His open palm transitioned to a closed fist as he suddenly realized that he had very little interest in the capture of Jedi. It certainly would serve a purpose, but that purpose could not overcome the sort of lack of enthusiasm he suddenly felt of the Jedi he now positioned between his outstretched powers. He merely smiled as he rotated his wrist, crunching down upon delicate parts, now feeling the friction of splintered bones against one another.

"When you find your way through to the other side, tell them Reverance sent you." With that, he released the Jedi with a force push that sent her careening over the crested hill, to plummet against broken rock and mountainous valley, far out of sight. Far out of care, despite the recognized identity. They were but temporary enemies and he served her a kindness, he thought, removed from a petulant and cruel world. He grinned at the logic, removing present thought from such notions, to investigate other identities around the premises of the spaceport.

 

[Valerie Vizsla]

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

The rumbling steps of the Demon Sith began to shake the halls.

The catacombs had been left behind, swept by the 98th legions for explosives, traitors, or enemies. Darth Shara himself had entered the Citadel, moving at the pace that only a giant such as he could. There was no rush, no hurry, no leaping bounds by which he moved. Every step was taken in a calm breath, every move was made with forethought and a hint of delight.

A smirk drew across his face.

A massive gaping grin accented by a hint of spittle at the corner of his mouth.

It had been some time since he had eaten. Some time since he had tasted the blood of Jedi. It was back on Coruscant. So long ago, so much time had passed. It seemed an eternity to him, his age lending to the passage of time. It didn't matter. He knew that he would eat on this day, that he would achieve victory.

That his brothers and sisters would achieve victory.

Up above him he could feel a pulse of light and his grin widened. Oh yes.

They were there.

Shara moved through the citadel, finding his way through the massive cathedral of the darkside until he stood before the gates of her chamber*.

*Not a euphemism.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: FOB, one kilometre out from Breeding Grounds.
Objective: Fall Back from the Base Camp.
Allies: [member="Book"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Nephthys"]

Things weren't looking too good for them. There were Yuuzhan Vong Warriors, more than the Padawan had ever faced in his life. In fact, one would've been more than he had ever faced in his life time, but he had read plenty about their fighting style and had seen much footage from Republic soldiers in the field.

There was a moment when the brown clad Padawan eyes widened for a moment when [member="Book"] engaged them, and his blaster pistol remained on his hip, and after shaking whatever doubt from his mind that had been instilled there from seeing the sheer amount of enemies, he removed the lightsabre hilt from his hip.

His only answer to everything that the soldier had said was, "Fantastic."

There were more than twenty of them, or there had been, but the Padawan was unsure. How long could they survive, just the two of them?

We all die one day. You just get to decide how you die, right?

He spun the blaster pistol from his waist with his right hand, and started to fire at the face of the closest and fastest warrior charging them. Brushing his hand over the ignition button, the green blade sprung from it's hilt and Haytham said while firing, "you can get to the dropship. I'd only have to push you there." Based off of the way he said push he meant that all he'd have to do was shove him with the Force for the majority of the distance, and then hopefully he could add to the firepower from the tanks and the other two dropships. Of course, Haytham wasn't thinking, or paying attention to anything other than what was in front of him. All he wanted to do at that point was reduce Republic casualties.

 

[Hal Terrano]

LOCATION: Citadel
OBJECTIVE: Walk like a Sith?
ALLIES: Quiet reflection, porridge, [member="Trenchcoat Man"]?
ENEMIES: [member="Avalore Eden"], [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Trenchcoat Man"]?

Prakith's brightest thankfully hadn't been placed at the gates and so they got through with little problem. He didn't respond to the troopers, opting to quietly re-adjust his under shirt and slip his arms back into his old robes. There was nothing left to say here, and he didn't even regard the three men, instead just walking on by, continuing the (not-so) gentle head shoving on old Weak Neck.

They say of espionage the hardest part is getting in, but Avalore's holofilms were any indication, the real climax would take place upon the way out. He considered what trouble they might have encountered on the way out. Hopefully a few more bumbling troopers like the ones they had just gone through.

Prakith's best and brightest were likely off defending the fortress world. Should they have been there instead? In the heat of battle? Maybe there would still be time after.

Thankfully instead of spending what could have been hours wandering aimlessly throughout the menacing structure, Hal Terrano, or rather Tyris Keler knew the way. Perhaps fortune smiled upon the man for gracing him with Darth Mierin, actually, that statement wasn't even sarcastic, he'd be dead if they hadn't met. The Force really did move in peculiar ways.

He frowned at this thought, all-the-while wishing that he could ask Avalore if she was okay, to make sure that he wasn't in fact hurting her but that was a risk that he would not take, no sir, not old reliable Oat Face.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: In air; heading to FOB
Objective: Survive; Drop off injurer vod and reload; Destroy the Citadel
Allies: Vode and Republic [member=Book] [member=Preliat Mantis] [member=Arumi Zy] [member=Corvus Raaf] [member=Lan Graendal]
Enemies: Dar'jetti, Vong, and Sithspawn [member=Darth Nephthys]

There he was heading to the Forward Operating Base construed by Republic Forces to drop off the wounded Dark Jedi Mandalorian and get mor ammunition for his WESTAR 34s, not that he was out of ammunition for them, but it was better to gain more ammo and keep on going towards your main objective. "Damn, you sure eat a lot," carrying this wounded Mandalorian that had shown his strength to the forces of both the Republic and the One Sith as he had slaughtered numbers and numbers of hostiles. There was nothing stopping the Rally Master as he continued to fly off to the designated coordinates he was approaching at the highest speed of his repulsor pack. With all the weight he was carrying and even with the velocity going up to its maximum it sure took a long time to reach the coordinates.

But finally he reached the coordinates that revealed to be a mountain of the Base. His HUD began picking up tags of Republic Forces, but it mainly overflew his HUD with Vong creatures that were nearby Allied Forces. Great, more enemies and kills. When will he face a Sith and not weakling that were no match to him he thought. The Mandalorian could be seen as he flew to a drop ship that a safe haven for these soldiers if they could get it off the ground and into the air. The Warrior maneuvered his way in many maneuvers to reach the inside of the drop ship and avoid getting hit by friendly and hostile attacks. And he probably he raised some morale for the bucket head clad troopers as he closed the distance between him and the drop ship to drop off Arumi. Flying inside of the vehicle the Mandalorian dropped of the the Dark Jedi Master inside of it and turned his attention to the enemies that were being an immediate threat to the Mandalorian and these Soldiers.

"Let me show y'all how to get 'er done," he said to the men and women he was around at the moment. He stepped out of the ship and instead of reaching for his dual WESTARs he unslung his Vornskr scattergun and pumped it for the first time in this battle and took aim at an incoming Vong Warrior. "Di'kut," and fired one round, then two, then three, and switched targets to another hostile and used the remaining slugs within the scattergun at the Vong. These slugs didn't penetrate their crab armor, but the kinetic energy sent at them that, them converted into momentum when it made contact, was enough to have one of them sit on their asses and dent the armor of the second target. Executing the final touch he dropped the scattergun and reached for his secondary firearms and had one aiming at one and the other at another one and fired a barrage of blaster bolts. Wounded, then dead became these ugly creatures.

Along with the other aid of the Republic Forces present to him at the moment they continued to fire barrages of blaster bolts to overwhelm their foes which seemed to rapidly increase thanks to the tanks at their side. "Who da hell is running this damn unit?!" He yelled among the soldiers surviving the charging horde of amphistaffs and Vong Warriors. And he hoped they had a plan.

As for the oncoming air support descending and decreasing their altitudes ten bombers began to bombard the chrome-vrone hoping to rid of the nuisance and their five escorting starfighters took aim at the joints of one of the remaining rakamats.

NPCs

Spoiler

Forces: 10 bombers and 5 starfighters

Objective: Bombers bombarding chrom-vrone; starfighters aiming at joints of a rakamat

Foes: chrom-vrone and a rakamat

Controller: Vilaz

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Location: Meditation Chamber
Objective: Evening the odds
Allies: [member="Quinn Vos"](woohoo!) [member="Ryan Korr"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Darth Shara"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Sena Lassiter"] [member="The Hound"]

While the Huntress and the Jedi had been traveling to the Citadel in a StealthX and Darth Carach had cloaked a citadel with a little help and effort Jaxton had been concentrating on the White Current himself. He had crafted an image of himself[/url], made it fight in his style, even making it use the Force as he could. Jaxton had originally intended on using the illusion as a last ditch distraction, but as he had a chance to further reinforce his illusions and stuff had happened like a White Current user being detected around somewhere, a three meter tall demon coming the door, and Jaxton sensing a strong, almost beacon-like presence coming towards them Jaxton had decided to materialize a copy of his blue-skinned self to fight at his side.

But that wasn't all. As the meditation chamber was filled with five pillars of alchemized nihil smokestone, a material that increased proficiency with mentalism and wasn't bound to an owner the way say a Force-Imbued Blade was, Jaxton had a lot of energy at his disposal to work with. Sure, Jaxton would never be an illusionist on par with say, Je'gan Olra'en or Aleidis Ijet, but with that much power? He could get close enough.

Five "Randial"s, one for each pillar, appeared around the room. Each with no small fraction of Jaxton speed, strength, and skillset. Though illusions the danger each posed was very real. A fact Isolda's personal guard would learn very quickly. In fact, chances were it the last lesson a few of them would ever learn.

More casualties at the hands of a man who'd left the Jedi for their murders. Was he any better than the Butcher of Metalorn? He could not say. Not now. All Jaxton knew was that right now? It was all or nothing, and he didn't plan on coming up short. Putting his back next to that of the Flame Haired Jedi he ignited the blue saber he'd see, also the crimson saber everyone without the White Current would spot. He'd raise the blade to a defensive position.

"If today is our last I'd like to know your name." His voice came quietly, just loud enough for Ryan to hear. "I"m Jaxton."

STILL LOOK LIKE A CHISS TO NON WHITE CURRENT GUYS
NPC Forces: Five Jaxtons who look like Randials