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

[Lassiter]

Location: On foot towards that place where others are
Objective 2 - Citadel
Allies: One Sith, [member="Darth Nephthys"] (To be met at some point)
Enemies: The Republic (To be met at some point)
Special Equipment: Warden Cloak (Green)

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Much like she had promised herself Sena had found a way to reach Prakith but the idea as to why she even wanted to go there escaped her the second she set foot on it’s vile ground. All around her things seemed to be either militarized or the hint of civilian life that she loved so much seemed to have vanished.

Just this once her need for attention was set aside. To get any unjust attention here felt dangerous. Zealots had that nature to them. No, keeping herself shrouded within her cloak was suspicious enough as she placed herself in the middle of the great open area in front of the Citadel Inquisitorius. Eyes shot out at the grand building like a bored tourist checking out a big facade of boring.

The entire planet seemed to have that recurring theme of drab and evil. Was it too much to ask for to see some damn color? Some cyan, magenta, yellow in a mix with some black? Red, green and blue in a tango around the spectrum? The point was that color could really help rid of all the gloom and doom vibes this planet radiated.

She lowered the hood for a moment to get a better sense of her surroundings. Something felt odd like a gut feeling telling her something was... Well, wrong. Hmm, she was probably just getting hungry. It happened a lot these days.

Except then the sirens rang and Sena couldn't help rolling her eyes. It was just her luck to become stuck on a planet as it was besieged. Just her plain old regular damn luck.

 

[Yoru Shakou]

Location: Prakith Spaceport Control Center
Objective: Defend the Spaceport
Allies:

• The One Sith
• Colonel Mathias III (NPC)
• Tamed Pet Nexu

Enemies: The Republic


Location: Prakith Spaceport Control Center
Controller: Baroness Magrath
Forces: Four Fenrir Guardsmen
Objective:

• Protect the Baroness

Opponents: All whom seek to harm the Baroness



Shadows enveloped the room, hugged it in darkness and held it as the woman stood within silently. Her golden-yellow hues peered out of the large view screen, looking towards the heavens as a small smirk crossed her lips. A hand resting upon a button, tracing over it before pulling her slender digits back from it. She was so tempted, yet knew that she had to be patient. The dim glowing orange of the helmet behind her moved slightly, shifting as the being stepped forward, the Colonel standing with his hands behind his back.

"Soon."

The woman's voice pierced the silent darkness, her eyes remaining towards the sky. Watching as the battle began to rage over head. The Baroness shouldn't have been there, she knew the possibility of the dangers to herself as well as the fact that she could be captured. Her faith in the One Sith forces remained, though not enough to trust them entirely with her life. After all she was standing there with the commander of her personal guard and a few guardsmen as well. Lets also not forget that the large Nexu that always remained by its mistress' side also sat quietly in the room. Its head pressed up into the Baroness' hand as she stood there.

"Allow them to fill the sky a bit more. Think that they have the spaceport in their grasp."

That wicked grin twisted upon her lips as she waited. She wanted a demonstration, yet she knew to be patient. She had to wait for the Republic shuttles and drop ships to come down from their lofty heights before she could unleash her little gift. For the Baroness had brought a new gift for the One Sith, and today would be their testing day. If they did good the Baroness even thought about allowing the One Sith to keep the first batch that she had brought.

Closing her eyes for a moment she listened as forces were being mustered, and those whom would fight were beginning to pour from the wood work. The Baroness would remain in her little corner of the fighting, behind the blast doors of the control room and her guardsmen. Her eyes glancing over to an escape route that was planned out, as the Baroness wasn't willing to take the risk of being cornered.

 

[Freanne]

Location: Spaceport
Objective: To see if the sith are worthy, of assimilating us
Allies: The one Sith
Enemies: The Republic

Freanne had arrived on this world to take part part in joint military exercise, with their allies and close friends the one sith. Her and her platoon had just come of spaceship, when alerts came up the republic had arrived. This meant is was no longer a military exercise but battle, other aca troops had not arrived yet. Just her and her scout troops, though there was considerable amount of vong in the area. She went looking for the person incharge, to see where they should go. Though all things chaos had began to rain, as the troops ran from one point to another. She gathered her all thirty five of them, Okay listen up boys and girls, the planet is being invaded by the republic. Take defensive position on the upper level, so when the republic do break in they will face a lot of sniper fire. Split into your squads and stay sharp, and stay hidden till break through. Then her men split up, they going to make kill zone in spaceport plaza. She was equiped with her usual gear, Confed troop armour she wields the harpy sniper rifle and carried a scout blaster as a side arm. She made her way up to upper level, and found places to shoot from. Her comms corporal kept her in touch with the rest of the platoon, as prepared themselves for the onslaught to come.

Spoiler

Location: Spaceport
Controller: Freanne
Forces: 35 troops, equipped with confederate armour 11 have harpy sniper rifles, other 24 have harbinger assault rifles, all carry scout pistols
Objective: defend space port
Opponents: republic whent hey get here

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Location: Citadel
Objective 2: Defend the Citadel
Allies: @Lady Exedo [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Harley"] [member="Yusan Fenn"] [member="Sena Lassiter"] [member="SV-421"] [member="GC-9001"]
Enemies: [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Ryan Korr"](I'm pretty sure) [member="Quinn Vos"](Claimed before/during teh epic Isolda fight) [member="Elizie Adasca"] And other Objective 2 peeps(tag me if you want tag-back)

The Citadel Inquisitorius. A massive spire of obsidian that towered underneath the various mountains below. A place of power, not merely now but also in the past. If the legends were to be believed the screams of tortured Jedi once echoed throughout the entire mountain range. No small feat considering Prakith was nearly all mountains. Would today bring similar such screams? Randial did not know. He suspected even Lady Isolda did not, though her power to see the future was great. All he knew was that today would usher in the deaths of many, possibly even himself. It was as good a day to die as any. Though, he supposed it was also as good a day not to die as any too.

Alarms began to blare as it became clear the Republic Ships had finally entered the system, dropships were heading to the Citadel and spaceports. His comm began to get flooded with messages like "It's time", "Knock 'em dead" or "Don't die out there kid.". Funny how simple communications became so important in the midst of combat. So essential to be assured of another's existence, or adherence to the plan. Randial had no time nor care to answer any of them. They'd know him as he returned or as he fought, not before. Less wasted time that way. Still in his barracks he began to take off his durasteel armor, then laid down his mesh suit, then returned his armor atop his frame. There would be no training today. Only the brutal combat of war. One needn't limit himself for that.

For all the alarms and commotion however, the Jedi, or the Republic rather, had not yet arrived. Their time would come of course, but for now Randial chose to head near the meditation chamber, outside it's heavy defenses, and take a lesson from the prophetess. Like her he meditated, on the future, what it would bring to him, what he could bring to it. For now, he began with a simple thought, a simple peek, a simple shaping.

He meditated on himself, His true self. And what future that might bring.

 

[Catherine Soja]

Catherine Soja

Location: in route to Space port
Objective: Capture Space Port for Republic forces
Allies: Jedi Knights and small contingent of republic troops.
Enemies: Sith forces.

As Catherine 's transport flew near by the others it had to fly fast and low to keep up with the other transports as AA fire flew at it seems even low flying wasn't a fool proof way to evade problems here. They were still miles from the space port and She held her light saber closely as she looked over the Republic troops with her. As they flew in she hoped to meet up with Master [member="Kian Karr"] and his forces to begin the attack.

 

[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"]

"Permit access to that Jedi's gunship, tell her to hurry up inside and get resupplied. We want every ship ready and equipped before we get into the enemy's firing range. Helm, bring us about and move us forward with the fleet in the Admiral's new formation. Put us behind the Avenger class and get us in position. The longer we take to get back into position the less time we have to fire on the Sith." Staring out the viewport at the distant planet obscured in places by the Sith fleet, and most prominently their Immortal class dreadnought, Camellia sighed while she drummed her fingers on her command chair. They had deployed rather quickly and efficiently into the standard formation, the spearheaded wedge was normally an effective tactic to plunge through an enemy fleet. However, the Sith were much wiser this time around than they were back at Manaan. Just one look could tell most of the Republic commanders that.

After all, no longer were the Sith forces spread out in a disorganized fashion. They had quite the defensive position setup, made all the more effective by the presence of the Immortal. It was a cumbersome, unwieldy, and shamefully slow design in addition to its ill conceived placement of its armaments. Yet all the same it was begrudgingly perhaps the most overly armed and armored warships to have been put into production in a long while. It would undoubtedly be a tough shell to crack and the Sith knew it, placing it at the forefront to draw fire and prevent the Republic from diving straight ahead to go for the enemy's rear where they were keeping their heavy carriers. Plus with all its mighty weapon aimed forward, approaching from the general direction ahead of it would be a bit problematic. There were several moves to be made to get around that though, the one that matter though would be the one that Stahlmann chose.

Nonetheless, Camellia had complete faith in the Admiral since his victory at Manaan. So she followed her orders diligently, watching over her bridge crew as Rendili's pride Noblesse class destroyer moved into its ordained place behind the Avenger class in the new formation. The early battle would always have few shots fired. This was where the fleets would move about seeking new arrangements that put them ahead until the decisive clash and it came down to the on the go level decision making to respond to each individual change and the skill of one's helmsmen and the accuracy of the gunners. Which speaking of, had a job to do now as the fleet moved forward. "Weapons, send targeting coordinates down to the gunners for the linear accelerator cannon and our long range guns. I want them all firing on the enemy's right flank, specifically that small frigate like vong carrier. Its an eyesore, eliminate it."

An affirmative would be given her way as her officers moved to carry out the order. The sensor station called double checked the equipment before confirming the targeting solutions the weapon officer had on his console before communications opened the channel down to the crew of the main cannon who had already loaded and prepped the gun earlier as order. Then, Camellia felt a rumble rise through, her from the hull to her boots and the rest, as a brilliant white flash appeared at the front of their ship, followed by splashes of red and blue, and the Railgun that had been so fervently developed fired its first round at an enemy, the super magnetically accelerated slug barreled through space outpacing the Avenger's own shots along the trajectory to the enemy vessel.

Summary

• Moved into position as ordered in the new formation
• Lamented how many eyesores there were blocking the view of the planet
• Fired Railgun Round at the Skrii Ro'ik Carrier
• Fired Long Range Turbolasers and Ion Cannons as well

ALSO AWESOME FRIGGIN MAP ADMIRAL!!!!!!

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: In space – approaching Prakith orbit
Objective: 2 - Citadel
Allies: None
Enemies: Herself
Theme: Isolation

'Mother I tried please believe me,
I'm doing the best that I can.
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through,
I'm ashamed of the person I am.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.'

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Mz5AEgE24o

Corvus sat with the other Jedi, waiting to break the planetary orbital defences before they could land and she could enagage the Sith and play her part in capturing the Citadel.

At least that was the theory.

She looked, to any casual observer, to be meditating. It’s what Jedi do after all. But despite her closed eyes, she wasn’t in any way remotely connected to the Force. She’d checked the standard tracking beacon that all Jedi ships carried. Before it was deactivated it showed a single journey after leaving Corellia. ‘Raven’ had made only one stop. Prakith. Her sister’s intentions were clear.

And so for the entire journey she’d shut herself away from the Force – afraid of what she might find. She’d sensed her sister had left the planet of their birth the moment she'd regained consciousness. They must have some sort of Force Bond, activated in some way by their meeting. So, logic told Corvus, she’d sense her when they landed. If not before. She’d done the research. That’s what Corvus does.

And she’d struggled to reconcile the two halves that were Corvus and simply could not be put back together. One part Jedi. One part person. Once was moderately successful. The other was an abject failure.

So it was a specimen of complete and utter despondency that sat there. She’d considered not travelling. Not that she was afraid of her distractions killing her. No, she’d welcome death right now. She wished she’d died back on Corellia. She would gladly have traded her life to undo the terrible truth that transpired. If she was scared, she was worried that her own weakness might impact someone else. If they relied on her and she failed them? If only [member="Kana Truden"] was here. She might have said something that would change things. But she wasn’t – and all Corvus could think about was her sister. Melori. Her perfect and beautiful sister. That hated her and that had tried to kill her.

Oh how she loved her…

'A blindness that touches perfection,
But hurts just like anything else.'

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Location: The citadel
Objective: Defend the citadel
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: Those party poopers the republic

Harley was meditating in her room when sirens rang out, the republic was here. She had spent time practicing using two lightsabers, she was getting better. She rose up in single motion from meditative position, and headed to clotheshorse. There her hide armour was resting, she took off her acolytes robes and got dressed in her armour. She was readying herself the battle ahead, she hoped to face a worthy opponent in the fight ahead. She wanted to prove herself ready for promotion, after all is that not what every sith wants. She then put final layer of armour on, and clipped her two crimson blades to her belt. She smiled as it would soon be time to fight, the oncoming horde of republic troops. As she moved out her private quaters, she began to move down the corridors, to look and find out who was in charge the defence and see what they willed of her.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Location: Snowy crags overlooking north side of spaceport
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Enemies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] (it's sniper duel time)

The nest was nothing exceptional; she'd prepared three, all within fifty metres of each other, in the rocky crags overlooking the spaceport's north side. This was the middle one, and the highest of them, just a little snow-covered nook. She wore cold-weather gear, all in winter camo, with a fur-lined hood; for weaponry, she had her sabre, her service blaster, and one very large gun. It was a MandalTech MX-1, one of the better pieces in her extensive sniper rifle collection. Massive 25.4mm calibre, capable of shooting just about anything within those size constraints (including some of her Chiru tranq darts), maximum effective range two kilometres, each magazine holding fifty pellets or ten flechette darts. Nestled in beneath a rocky overhang, she removed her alchemical scope from its case and fitted it to the MX-1. Beanbag-stabilized on a stone ledge, belly to the frigid rock with a thermal mat under her, she looked down into the spaceport to see what she could see.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Location: Alexandra Feanor's dropship
Objective: Assault spaceport and round up a Sith
Allies: [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
Enemies: Sith peoples

"Of course she fell on you." Gherron smirked at the remark, joking around at the other man. He was glad to hear that he wouldn't be going back to the Sith anytime soon. Hearing Vulpesen's question, he turned to Alex, wondering the same thing. "I imagine a hole's gotta be punched through first, right?"

 

[Not Ordo]

Location: Citadel
Objective 2: Defend the Citadel
Allies: @Lady Exedo [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Harley"] [member="Yusan Fenn"] [member="Sena Lassiter"] [member="Dass Tallav"] [member="GC-9001"] @Randiel
Enemies: [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Quinn Vos"] [member="Elizie Adasca"]

Shey stood in the lift and looked at the other man.

"Got plans for diner after this?" He asked simply, "there is a shwarma place near here. 4000th and Madison I think."

Down down down they traveled to the Citadel basement. Where the foundations to the building lay. As the lift stopped he locked it in emergency mode. No one up or down that way as he walked toward the secret weapon.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Snowy Crags overlooking the North Side of Spaceport
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Ashin Varanin"]
Enemies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] (indirectly)

Spencer had chosen to join Ashin on this adventure. Mostly because Spencer swore up and down the Unknown Region that Ashin needed to stop leaving her behind. It was a terrible feeling to wonder if the woman would show up when she said she would come home. Stubborn as always Spencer tagged along, but she instantly regretted it when Ashin finally revealed what they were going to be doing. In the cold, bundled up Spencer sat there keeping an eye on Ashin’s rear, no not that rear. Though when she thought about it she did glance over and smirk. Warm and blushing cheeks kept her warm for a moment, but when that wore off she focused her energy slightly on Tapas. The warmth mats were under Ashin, mostly because with the focus she needed with the gun, she needed em more than Spencer.

Being able to split her focus was something she had grown adequate with. So with the mild focus on Tapas she kept herself warm, with the rest of her focus she would occasionally feel out the area trying to pick up any force users or movement. Despite their location being well hidden, they both knew that someone could easily sneak up on a sniper who was focused on what she was doing. Feeling nothing, Spencer pulled out her lightsaber and attempted to skewer marshmallows on it. Seeing that the gooey treats practically vaporized, upon contact Spencer put the blade away and frowned.

She couldn’t build a fire because it would give away their location, it was moments like this she wished she had learned pyromancy or whatever it was called. With a sad look, she shoved the chilled marshmallows into her mouth and chewed.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Snowy crags overlooking north side of spaceport
Objective: A
Allies: Mr. Lonely
Enemies: [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Spencer Jacobs"] (it's sniper duel time)

Got one of dem Bodo Baas gun belts strapped around my waist, telling ya right now… however Rave had made it work? Thing of beauty. Gave me just that bit more of ammo when ammo was due, and it was due now, very due. Had been smuggled into Prakith on my lonesome, one of ‘em fancy stealth fighters dashing me in and then leaving - had been a few days before the invasion hit.

Mission was simply, stand vanguard, get valuable intel and most importantly get into a position where you can aid republic forces when necessary. Been doing just that. Got a base camp half a klick away, reflec fabric making my tent practically invisible, managed to dodge most of ‘em patrols too.

Same fabric was currently covering me, only thing sticking out was my Lancehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/32964-tmw-m1-lance-sniper-rifle/, beautiful thing too, Tenloss had done it again. Anyway. Had a real problem. While the tent cover was good, this shet was faulty - might have had something to do with the fact that I hadn’t taken it… exactly… with permission, look, guy had been busy and I didn’t want to bother him with the nasty dets.

Every once in a while, if I made a slight turn a perceptive fella might just notice a very faint shimmer, for now? Nobody had noticed, because nobody was expecting anyone to be here. Had a few more nooks around these places, but if this one got compromised? I was in a world of problems.

Feth, this place was cold, got fur-trimmed clothing, snow infantry to help with camouflage, but this was just ridiculous. Started scoping out the joint, looking for guard emplacements and the like.

[OOC: Got permission from [member="Darth Isolda"] to be here already.]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Citadel
Objective: Defend dis
Allies: Brotime wholetime [member="SV-421"] and the other sith who I ain't gonna tag because y'all aren't even with me and I mean what am I gonna do, tag the whole Sith army there? I mean, seriously. It's not like I'm just gonna drop what I'm doing and tag everyone, it's just stupid. Hell, most of the Sith are circlejerking for a fight anyway, so my posts aren't even relevant right now
Enemies: Not the Sith and or the Sith allies


Dass pulled the toothpick out of his mouth, glancing over at SV, while they walked towards the secret weapon.


"I was thinking about getting something to drink, but eating sounds good too.."

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Enroute to the Spaceport
Objective: objective 1 - Prak City Spaceport
Allies: @Kosuke Yamouchi | [member="Sophia Walsh"] | [member="Sressechka"] | [member="Ella Nova"] | [member="Kiyron "]| @Rael Sul B’an | @Aquila Audax | [member="Ayden Quell"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] | [member="Vulpesen"] | [member="Gherron Vael"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] |
Enemies: [member="Ronan Dyre"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Baroness Magrath"] | [member="Freanne"]

Kian opened his eyes as the shuttled rocked and he glanced over at his apprentice [member="Ayden Quell"]. The shuttle had broken through atmosphere a few moments before, using the distraction of the Republic Fleet’s appearance to cover its arrival.

They were on their way to the drop point. The pilot was plotting a course that would hopefully keep the majority of the planet's defenses from noticing them. The pilot had to fly low, causing the rocky flight they were now in. Even as such, the ship was rocked by laser fire from the planets defense network.

“We aren’t going to be able to land safely.” Kian said to Ayden. “We will be making a jump,” Kian said handing a datapad with a display of the area on it. “Here.”

The ship rocked violently, and Kian had to use the force to stop himself from flying from his seat. The EMBU droids didn’t budge, but the small handful of soldiers on the shuttle weren’t so lucky, many sprawling out on the floor.

“What was that?” Kian asked turning toward the cockpit.

“Shuttle two has been destroyed!” The pilot yelled out over the comm system, indicating that one of the shuttles trailing behind them had been destroyed. On board it were a dozen soldiers and twice that many EMBU droids.

“Get us to the drop. We can’t afford to lose anymore soldiers!” Kian called out to the pilot and snapped his Helmet into place. Kian knew that if they lost too many soldiers enroute to the drop zone, they wouldn’t be able to pull off the operative.

Kian’s objective was simple. He, and a small task force, were to infiltrate the spaceport and aid in the main assault. Kian wasn’t sure what sort of opposition he would be up against, as the reports regarding the spaceport’s security had been kept relatively well guarded.

“You ready?” Kian asked turning to his apprentice.

Spoiler

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

1. 
   EMBU Droids [50]
   
2. 
   Republic Special Op Commandos[25]
   

Objective: Infiltrate Spaceport
Opponents: Unknown as of yet

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Citadel Inquisitorious
Objective: One Last Trick
Allies: [member="Lady Exedō"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Harley"] | [member="Randial"] | [member="Yusan Fenn"] | [member="Sena Lassiter"] | [member="SV-421"] | [member="GC-9001"]
Enemies: Nobody yet.

‘The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.’ the Sith Lord otherwise known as Darth Carach did not truly consider himself to be the Devil, or anything remotely like one such a creature, but that didn’t make the quote any less amusing to ponder about. Neph was sitting in one of the corners brooding with menace - it was pretty intimidating, even for a 6’9 Sith Lord.

‘Breathe, sister.’ the baritone voice would slowly trickle from him, as Ovmar… Carach’s voice was deep, rich, textured with a certain relaxation and lack of tenseness, not a thing usual for Sith Lords. ‘I have an interesting… scheme in mind.’

He repeated the quote to his sister and then asked. ‘Are you thinking what I am thinking?’

A warm smile, wickedness spreading to his features.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: The Citadel
Objective :

• Protect the Citadel
• Seethe in the Power of the Darkside

Allies: One Sith

• [member="Lady Exedō"]
• [member="Darth Vornskr"]
• [member="Darth Nephthys"]
• [member="Harley"]
• [member="Randial"]
• [member="Yusan Fenn"]
• [member="Sena Lassiter"]
• [member="SV-421"]
• [member="GC-9001"]
• [member="Dass Tallav"]

Foes: Republic/Jedi
Music: Godzilla

​

T H E C I T A D E L ​

Darth Nephtys would give a nod.

Much like before, Nepthys would start to funnel power upon [member="Darth Carach"] for what was to come. She would be his Shield as well as his strength if needed.


Meanwhile....

The Citadel's forces held the sound of an alarm. One of the emergency turbo lifts. Due to the heightened state of alert, [member="Lady Exedō"] was sent to investigate, not knowing that the acts were done by two stormtroopers [member="Dass Tallav"] and [member="SV-421"].

Under the catacombs, which were now the library of the late Darth Shara, one would find in place Sith Acolytes as well as other archivists. For the catacombs had been redone to be a vast network of archives. Hearing an alarm from one of the turbolifts would alert security. They had considered this to be a former temple of the Dark Lord, here his presence seeped through the very walls and floors.

Two archivist would come towards the two stormtroopers, confusion on their faces.

"Is something wrong?" they would ask them, the Yuuzhan Vong Slayers standing at the shadows in protection at the walls.



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

• Rakamathttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Rakamat : 20
• Firebreathershttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Fire_Breather: 5 - Spreading out.
• Umrachhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Umrach: 2000 - inside and outside the citadel
• Skrall:http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35774-skraal/ 5000 - in the lower levels
• Implantehttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Implanterr: 2000 - around and inside the citadel
• Yargh'unhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Yargh'un: 2000 - around and inside the citadel
• Grokata : 10
• 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:http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Slayers 1000 - inside the citadel

• Tartoros-Class Walkerhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/12120-tartoros-class-walker-alpha-model/: 100 - across the grounds
• AT-LAWhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/31391-at-law/: 500 - Across the grounds
• AT-AWhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/35760-at-aw/ : 200 - across the grounds
• AT-HKhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/35727-at-hk/: 500 - across the grounds
• 100 Scouts using LC-S10 - scouting the area
• shield generatorshttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Deflector_shield Inactive

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Prak City Spaceport
OBJECTIVE: 1, Defend Spaceport
ALLIES: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Baroness Magrath"] | [member="Freanne"] | @anyone near/in spaceport
ENEMIES: [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Gherron Vael"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | @Alexandra Lianne Faenor | [member="Vulpesen"]

Matsu had never visited the once-capital of One Sith territory until today. Her primary loyalties lay with the Fringe and therefore she spent much of her time within its expansive borders, but with some free time in her possession she had decided to see Prakith, partly out of a sense of duty to pilgrimage in the group she’d been assisting the last few months, and partly out of curiosity. She’d gotten her start in the galaxy, rocky or not, because she was an explorer at heart – the decade since her stepping in to the galactic scene hadn’t changed that fundamental quality.

Prakith hadn’t been a disappointment, a world of spires reaching for the atmosphere set in front of endless mountains. She’d just about had her fill, heading back towards the spaceport and her ship to leave the planet and head back to Fringe space when alarms sounded, the basic early warning system any planet of importance had when breached by air traffic that hadn’t been cleared. The sudden flurry of activity confirming this, she made way for the main area of the spaceport to get a glimpse of what was going on – since she was just visiting she had no real way to pick up communications with anyone from the OS that might be planetside unless she ran in to them, and finding a central location before whatever poodoo was coming hit the fan seemed her best bet.

When she caught a glimpse of the sky she saw the Republic fleet darkening – or was it lightening? – the sky.

It seemed she wouldn’t be going home for a while.

She had her lightsaber and the Mohc-knives she usually kept on her person, but little else in the way of weaponry and was clothed only in light fabrics. But she had her mind and her magic. Moving along, she searched for familiar faces, not worried about running in to any Republic forces quite this early – soon.

 

[Avo]

Location: High Orbit, Prakith - En route to the Citadel
Objective: 2 - Destroy the Citadel
Allies: [member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Arumi Zy"] - The Republic and Mando allies
Foes: [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Dass Tallav"], [member="SV-421"] - One Sith, Two Sith, Red Sith, Blue Sith
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NPCs:

Spoiler

Location: High Orbit, Prakith

Spoiler

Controller: Lan Graendal for Infiltration, Scott Finch for main invasion
Forces:

• Baldr-class Transports (3: Infiltration) Orders: Prepare for deployment
• Republic Commandos (32: Infiltration) Orders: Prepare for deployment
• Republic Marines (30,000: Main invasion) Orders: Secure foothold at Citadel
• Skocha-class MBTs (300: Main invasion) Orders: Become artillery, long range assault
• R-10 Reliant-class Tanks (500: Main invasion) Orders: Secure foothold at Citadel
• Reinforcements standing by.

Objective: Rapid deployment and insertion
Opponents: None, yet.

"Ma'am," Lan laid a gentle hand upon the shoulder of [member="Corvus Raaf"]. "It's time to go. The initial troops have made contact." His fingers remained upon her shoulder for a few more seconds. She was stirring internally and it didn't take a psychologist to tell. He understood the toil in her soul, the gears shifting in her mind, and the everlasting presence of the Force that laid ten-fold weight on every decision she'd ever made. "Let the Force guide you, free you. There is never a way to turn back."

The hand came free with an exhaling of air as the warden dug through his utility belt. A quick scan with forest eyes confirmed that everything was indeed where it should be - except for him. He should be sitting in the dropship with Aurek platoon, rocketing towards earth with an impatient fervor that only warriors and soldiers knew. The stench of the coming battle hung thick in the air, permeating every surface in the briefing-meditation room with a relentless desire for dominance.

"Come," he simply stated. Lan smoothly turned around and left for the dropships. Once Corvus had arrived, they would immediately depart.

There was never a guarantee of coming back.

Meanwhile...​

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"Cresh-Six-Niner, report."
"This is Cresh-Six-Niner, initial forces have made contact with skirmishers on the exterior areas of the Citadel. Scouts indicate heavy enemy resistance, reserves in tow, and full support capabilities. Air assets are unknown. Casualties are minimal, air defense was limited to surface-to-air weaponry. "
"Solid copy, Six-Nine, Hitman Actual is moving to your position. Stand fast for hard contact SitRep.
"Roger. Command'll have questions about the surrounding areas. Mountains are hard to hump over."
"We'll deploy scouts and recon droids. Be aware, area of operations has no limit. Operate outside of the box if you have to."
Pause.
"Will do, Ghostrider. Pushing to advance, I'll report later. Over and out."
"Six-Niner, Ghostrider is out."

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Location: Outside Meditation Room
Objective: Defend the Citadel
Allies: @Lady Exedo [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Harley"] [member="Yusan Fenn"] [member="Sena Lassiter"] [member="SV-421"] [member="GC-9001"]
Enemies: [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Ryan Korr"](I'm pretty sure) [member="Quinn Vos"](Claimed before/during teh epic Isolda fight) [member="Elizie Adasca"] And other Objective 2 peeps(tag me if you want tag-back)

Little did Randial know his actions were being sensed by another. The details of what he was doing, where he was while he was doing it, who it was doing the doing? None of those would be clear. Only that an ancient technique, and obscure art was being used by another. With no perception of this detection Randial had little reason to stop his task however, and continued to look. To what might have been the future. To how he might have crafted the future. His body was beginning to materialize in his mind's eye, the tall figure beginning to tone and shape as muscle and armor began to build around the image. Define it for what it was. Himself, or perhaps Another? The images were beginning to take differing forms. Alternative futures, alternative possibilities, but which one was real? Or where they all real?

In himself Randial spotted a long durasteel cylinder. He began to see it in the Other as well. In his hand the clinder snapped, it hissed, it ignited to let loose a beam of crimson plasma, the paradoxical edgeless blade of a lightsaber. In the Other's hand the cylinder still snapped, still hissed, still ignited to let loose a beam of pure plasma, but rather than a harsh crimson it gave an image of bright cerulean, not unlike Randial's skin. A Jedi then perhaps? Would this Other be his opponent? His first Jedi kill? The Jedi to Kill him? Always in motion the future was, and never revealing all of it's secrets. From Randial's point of view he wasn't even certain if the future was truly being shown, or if it was just some perversion of his mind. Some saw possibilities, some saw what they wanted to see. It was a thin line that Randial needed to walk, and always difficult to tell which side he was upon.