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

[Not Ordo]

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"]@GC-9001@Dass Tallav
Foes: Republic/Jedi [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"], [member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Jannik Morlandt"], [member="Lan Graendal"], [member="Book"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Quinn Vos"]

SV walked passeg the vong and held up the thrid digit of his left hand as he walked to the long deep case in the center of the room. He kicked the casing off each end bent down and removed.....a Ysalamir nutrient pack and tossed it on then gave one to his compatriot. He took a thin black remote from the box and pushed a button to link the nutrient pack read out to his HUD and clipped it to his forearm plate.

"Go do your jobs. Vong." He said as he new the force could no more effect him than it could them. "We don't need you Sekot cast offs here."

He closed the big case and began walking back to the stairs that wouldn't meta alarm because he had access codes and such. Security officers tended to have those. He went up two flights and began to make his way to a window for sniping and stuff.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Citadel exterior
Allies: [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] @Jedi @Republic @Froyo
Enemies: DA SITH
Objective: SMASH IT SMASH IT SMASH IT FOR OBJECTIVE TWO



His brothers, his vode. Jetii around him. Dar'jetii near him. Death at the gates. It was calling him. Calling to collect an old outstanding debt. How many times had Preliat cheated death? How many times had he avoided Joe Black? Too many. But today- he'd play the winning hand again. He'd make sure that he wouldn't die here. Vilaz was more hungry for a fight than he was, the young Mandalorian warrior eager for battle. Arumi was more calculating and cold- but he'd still do his job.


The impact of the dropship hitting down- they came in hard. Preliat and the other two Mandalorians were out first. The rocky terrain of the world greeted him, and his heavy Beskar'kandar boots hit first from the shuttle. Republic troops poured out with them, but he cared little for their objective. The Mandalorians were here to play their own part in the destruction of the world. Preliat placed the stock of the M45 against his shoulder, and returned fire from the Sith positions, maybe about a hundred meters or so from their position. Bolts and rounds scampered around them, kicking up the ground and knocking rock from the mountainous, rocky terrain around.


"Vilaz! How far out can that crossbow hit accurately?"

Preliat barked over the CHAOS of combat, taking cover behind an outcrop of rock, while the red bolts of the Sith troopers tore the world around them, and the return fire kicked up dirt and rock on the Sith side. He had a job for Vilaz to do- much like he had a job for Arumi to do once they were closer to the citadel. For now- though, they had to reach the citadel's interior defenses. And that was a challenge all on it's own.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Citadel
Objective: Quickscope 420 leet doritos headshot Pubs
Allies: [member="SV-421"], best bro
Enemies: [member="Quinn Vos"] (just him)


"You know for a fact I'm a better shot than you."


So, Dass set up his bolt-action slugthrowing rifle in the window before 421 could. Because he was better. He trained his scope on a Republic soldier, and began to make the proper wind adjustments by looking at the flags on the Citadel, indicating that the wind would make him carry scope just slightly to the right, and as he guessed, the round would go about two feet to the left because of the wind. Bullet drop was about half a foot from this distance, given the calibre of his weapon. He took out his compass, laying it on the windowsill, and took out a pack of gum. He popped a piece into his mouth, and offered it to his spotter.


"Communication troops or officers first?"

Given that SV was his spotter and his superior, he'd follow his advice for acquiring targets.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: Drop-Pod - En route to the Citadel
Objective: 2 - Destroy the Citadel
Allies: [Perm any combination from] [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Arumi Zy"] | [member="Lan Graendal"] | [member="Jannik Morlandt"] | [member="Book"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Haytham Kaze"]
Foes: [Perm any combination from] [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Dass Tallav"] | [member="SV-421"] | [member="Darth Isolda"]
Theme: Atmosphere

‘Walk in silence,
Don't walk away, in silence.
See the danger,
Always danger,
Endless talking,
Life rebuilding,
Don't walk away.’

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1EdUjlawLJM

Corvus was brought out of her thoughts by a gentle voice and a gentler hand. She opened her eyes to see Master Graendal. She nodded as he spoke. Her instinct was to pull the Force close to her, but she couldn’t. The longer she remained distant from it, the easier it would be for her.

"Let the Force guide you, free you. There is never a way to turn back."

The Force? Isn’t that what had gotten her into this mess in the first place? She looked around at the faces in the ship. She was the HeadMaster of the Academy. She was a member of the Jedi High Council. She needed to be the strong one, not the weak link.

Attachments, eh? There was every chance her sister was not on Prakith. But if she was, she might die this day. With a concerted effort, Corvus completely closed down the ‘durasteel’ wall in her mind. She’d recently been trained by Veino Garn to regulate the volume of emotions that could flow in and out. Unchecked, she would have been overwhelmed by the thoughts of those around her. She was, to all intents and purposes, able to feel emotions like an average person now. Well if this is what the average person endured – it sucked.

So for the first time since that meeting on Corellia, she simply shut up shop. Nothing in and nothing out. The cold-fish just entered the freezer. And she connected fully to the Force. She felt it surrounding her, within her. She took comfort and strength from it. And she followed him to the drop-pods.

She glanced around again, this time she was the candle in the dark. A beacon for others if their thoughts were faltering. She filed into her drop-pod and meditated as she waited. As she breached the atmosphere and the reverse thrusters activated, she felt, heard and sensed the landing gear engaging.

Landing, she pushed the door open with the Force and followed the others who had already landed. In the distance was the monstrosity that called itself a Citadel. Not the one she’d so recently been to on this very planet. Where she’d been lucky to escape with her life. Where, ironically, a new Corvus had emerged – one that seemed a million miles away from the one standing here.

And then it hit her. She could sense Melori. She was here and she was alive. But she wasn’t near. As the majority of the Invasion would focus here and the starport, Corvus felt relieved. Regardless of her sister’s future, it was unlikely she would die today at the hand of a Jedi. And they’d either not realised or underestimated the opportunity to use her younger sister against her. This buoyed her. She dismissed the Force Bond’s connection and focused on the here and now.

Ahead of her was [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"], so she picked up her pace to join the Padawan. And as she did so, she felt Sera contact her mentally. She smiled and responded. 'I’m right behind you.'

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Location: The Citadel
Objective: 2 - Destroy the Citadel
Allies: Corvus Raafhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5133-corvus-raaf/, Preliat Mantis, Vilaz Munin, Arumi Zy - The Republic and Mando allies
Foes: Darth Vornskrhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/136-darth-vornskr/, Darth Nephthys, Dass Tallav, SV-421 - One Sith, Two Sith, Red Sith, Blue Sith

The rush of battle had washed over Varus like an all encompassing falling rain that would soak you to your core in only moments. The smell of sweat, blood and dust filled the air as the red, green and blue bolts darted to and from the Citadel, which Varus had convinced himself he would see fall that day. It was his objective to destroy it, or seize it and root out all dark residence there. If course he would have preferred to estrange the brilliant structure from it's demonic patrons, but he was almost certain that it wouldn't be a realistic possibility for him.

Some Sith might flee for their lives if the battle turned, others might even hide, but he was certain that many of them would fight to the death and dig in like ticks, taking any and all of the Allied forces with them before they would be plucked from their nest. That was why Varus fought as hard as he did in the swelling battle at the foot of the Citadel. He would rather put each and every Sith and trooper down that he could right then and there so that they wouldn't cause him any more trouble for anyone else later.

One after another fell to his violet, twin sabers, and he didn't lose a step as he cut his way closer to the gates. Lives would be lost, but in war Varus had been well aware that it was his.... or theirs.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Location: Inqusition Gunship
Objective: spaceport
Allies: [member="Camellia Swift"], Republic and friends
Enemy: all of the sith

Npc's:

Spoiler

location: aboard Republic vessels
objective: Spaceport

350 Claymore's

as the Inqusition came in to land aboard the noblesse oblige, there was sets of republic dropships leaving the hanger to drop ground forces and star fighter's preparing for combat. there was a team at stand by ready with the munitions for sanya's ship and as soon as it touched down they started loading the missiles straight away. with in minutes the ship was ready and awaiting go.

Sanya opened the com channel to camellia once again. "come in camellia, If we have any Claymore's aboard I will need them dropped onto the surface.I will command them from there, also reach out the the other vessels to to also have there's dropped"

This would be the first battle they would see as they had just came off the production line. already there has been just over 2000 that has been made and those numbers grow per day. if anything it was curiosity to see how they will perform in a combat situation. if sanya's estimates are right there should be about 350 of them speed out across all vessels.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Location: Snowy crags overlooking north side of spaceport
Objective: A - Spaceport
Allies: [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Enemies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"]

Her goal here was counter-sniping. Entrenched Sith defensive positions made tempting targets for the inevitable Republic snipers; the comm scanner beside her murmured friendly intercepts in her earpiece. As she scanned her field of view by scope, she listened for anything that sounded like BANG! 'Man down! Sniper!' Anything along those lines.

She also waited and watched to see if anyone was daft enough to get on the rooftops. Anyone from either side, really: She might be a loyal Fringer to the end, and Fringe might be allied with the One Sith at the moment, and the Republic might have done its level best to screw the Fringe more than once, but she had no love for the One Sith. She'd fought on the other side at Carida.

Maybe she'd get the chance to stick an ixetal cilona dart in a Sith Lord from a couple klicks away. A girl could dream.

 

[Veino Garn]

Location: Exiting Dropships in front of the Citadel
Objective: Destroy the Citadel (Objective 2 or Objective B)
Allies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
Enemies: 95% of the nearby population
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Veino strode out of the dropship, bringing empathic barriers up to full strength as he did so. Not so fast as not to notice Corvus' emotional turmoil and then shutting it down by bringing up her own barriers. Now was not the time to worry about others emotional health, especially when technically, the person outranked him even though Veino remembered her trying to fight a Voxyn with her bare hands on Alderaan. Hopefully there would be no similar repeats of that event today. He could only pull out a few miracles now and then and he was running a little short.

He had his Sasori medium armor as his Jensaarai armor was still on Susefvi. To be honest, he should probably go retrieve that. The armor was a part of him now, attuned just as was his lightsaber. The Grey amulet hung on a cord around his neck again, and tucked under the armor, although he had been fiddling with it on the trip down. He hated dropships. He hated getting shot at in a starship. A Valor assault rifle was slung across his shoulders, along with a pouch of thermal detonators (as he couldn't afford Forcebreaker grenades), and several pouches of normal durasteel ball bearings. While he had been considering seeing if they could be implanted with explosives, he hadn't gotten around to it yet.

The citadel rose into the sky above them. An ominous, ugly building reeking of darkness and death. Veino wrapped himself in the Light, in his mind seeing it as weaving strands of scorching sunlight around and through his body so that he burned with its light and shone forth all the clearer despite any darkness that tried to bite him. For darkness was a lack, while light was an abundance.

"Why don't we just BDZ this entire region?" He asked nobody in particular. "We have the firepower up top. Send a strike team to disable any shield generators and flatten the mountain range." He considered the battlefield and then for good measure, cloaked his Force signature, becoming invisible in the Living Force, indistinguishable from the rest of the universe. Now he could move around without attracting too much attention from Sith. He was just a soldier now and that was a surprise he could use to his advantage.

 

[Tålamod Shapochka]

Location: Star Destroyer Righteous, in orbit over Prakith
Objective: Biting the bullet and taking some hits
Allies: [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], [member="Camellia Swift"], [member="Kayleigh Tyven"], [member="Jack Rand"]
Enemies: [member="Boan Rein"], [member="Darth Arcis"], [member="Darth Arcanix"], [member="Darth Vitium"], [member="Kadri Ughad"]

"Motion to starboard! All shields, starboard!" Shapochka commanded, having received fleet orders from the Admiral's lieutenant. Her eyes flitted over the command HUD before her chair, marking the planar coordinates of each of the enemy vessels. She had her orders, but there was always a slight amount of freedom she had to play with when it came to details and subtleties. "Yaw for starboard, fifteen degrees to the command dorsal, yes." Righteous began to bank itself relative to Titan, its facing edge dipped just below the firing line of the Immortal-class ship, allowing for a slightly larger profile for the enemy to target, but preventing possible critical damage to the horizontal emplacements.

The lieutenant commander stood to her feet and shouted with all her conviction. "Firing upon the Vong, now--all physical launchers, yes!" The three hypervelocity cannons visible to the most exposed Skrii'Ro'ik-class ship pounded away, destined to incise into its organic hull. Tålamod's lip curled in abhorrence of such a disgusting design. Only a Sith could approve of Vong shipwrights.

The plasma fire from the Immortal-class began to dribble on the shields of Righteous, turning the turbolaser bolts into harmless sparks, like fireflies. These opening salvos were never expected to damage the ship, but the little things add up as shields are gradually weakened. The next round, however, was cause for concern, as the lingering proton beam sliced through the void. The Avenger-class vessel's shields were able to dispel most of the fire, but some of the rays were able to seep through, scorching a mostly harmless, but rather irritating black line against the shield plating of Shapochka's destroyer.

"Damage report: shields down ten percent, abrasive hull damage and one turbolaser cannon reported nonfunctional. All systems are still on-line," announced Shapochka's lieutenant.

"Continue with hyper cannon," Shapochka ordered, directing her pilot to continue on the route as dictated by Admiral Stahlmann. "Long-range ion cannons firing at the Immortal-class, yes!" It would do little harm to the enemy command vessel, but she was not going to let them fire a proton beam at Righteous without retaliation. Little things add up. "We are taking the heading position."


Summary:

Insignificant shield depletion from Yralf's turbolaser fire taken
Minor shield depletion from Titan's turbolaser fire taken
Minor shield depletion and slight hull damage from Titan's proton beam fire taken
HVCs fire and continue firing on Yralf
Long-range ion cannons fire on Titan

97/100 90/100

 

[Not Ordo]

Location: The Citadel
Objective : Burnin down the house
Allies: One Sith [member="Lady Exedō"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Harley"] [member="Randial"] [member="Yusan Fenn"] [member="Sena Lassiter"] [member="GC-9001"] [member="Dass Tallav"]
Foes: Republic/Jedi [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"], [member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Jannik Morlandt"], [member="Lan Graendal"], [member="Book"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Quinn Vos"]

Spoiler

[media]http://youtu.be/xNnAvTTaJjM[/media]

Seamus pulled the grapple launcher from his belt because stormtrooper and slapped it onto Dass' rifle as he activated the remote control on his forearm plate. The bright red light on the case below flashed dimly for a few seconds as the forty-five pounds of thermal bomb activated and exploded.

If Dass got his shot off in time they may survive. If not, well Master Raaf wouldn't be abke to tell him what a dumb thing he just did.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Objective: Pull another trick
Location: The real Citadel Inquisitorious
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: [member="Elizie Adasca"] [member="Haytham Kaze"] [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Lan Graendal"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Book"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]

And so it was that Neph and Carach once again combined their collective strength to do something extraordinary. In the years of yore through the usage of White Current the Fallanassi were able to make planets disappear, mentalize a sickness so real that people died from imaginary symptoms, all things possible and yet Carach did not seek to accomplish such a feat.

Instead… his usage was similar to a degree, less massive and yet just as effective. Soon, the invaders would realize their mistake in targeting that particular Citadel. Because… it wasn’t the true Citadel, instead it was a mastercraft of illusion created by Carach, bolstered by Neph’s strength.
They would travel to the illusion, but it was not where they would think it was… instead they would be assailed by the Sithspawn that lurked in the Sithspawn breeding grounds. Because Sith Lords did not play fair, they were generally asshats about most things really.

The real Citadel on the other hand… was hidden within the depths of the current, invisible to sensors, the Force, the human eye, a whole swath of things that could usually pick up such a thing.

The Citadel has been White Currented. Invasion force is currently located near the Sithspawn breeding grounds and will soon be attacked by all kinds of nasty. Looking through the illusion a person has to have proficiency in the White Current.​

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: The Immortal
Objective: C

• Eliminate Republic Fleet
• Seduction at its Finest

​Allies: [member="Boan Rein"] | [member="Darth Arcis"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Kadri Ughad"]
Enemies: [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] | [member="Camellia Swift"] | [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] | [member="Jack Rand"] | [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]
Theme: Fight by The Dirty Youth

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wX1wPLjPhlc[/media]​

Deep within the chambers of the Immortals, far removed from the sight of those who patrolled its halls and sent directives to the battlefield, sat a single woman in the meditation chamber within, a Sith Lord renown for her prowess with the arts of Sith Magic and Battle Meditation. She was an egotistical woman, one of many plots and of much cunning, but she was foremost a trickster, a temptress, and seductress to the dark side of the force. The planet that the fleet orbited above was not merely a fortress world or a planet of the One Sith, it was her world, her vast stronghold, and her breeding ground for her great many sithspawn. It was on this icy planet that she practiced her dark arts and meditated for days on end in the force, looking for glimpses of the future - farseeing on many an occasion. For this reason alone she had left the planet and ascended to the fleet above rather than stand on the ground to defend. "They come without knowing, such grovelling fools, seeking such powers that they cannot hope to grasp, such powers that repels even the light from my dark heart." She whispered, her eyelids parting to expose the whites of her eyes in the absolute pitch-black darkness of the room. She was positioned in the center of the chamber with her hair down and around her face, now a deep shade of red rather than the blonde that her biological alterations through Sith magic and alchemy generally portrayed, and her eyes were rolled back into her head in such an eerie way that one could almost say she looked possessed.

'How will you deal with the Jedi, hm? Will you drive them away? Send them the visions of an insurmountable armada that rivals that of the Protectorate and then some, or will you sit here and bolster your own troops?' Came the hoarse whisper of the wraith-like voice in her head, one which always questioned her, made her second guess her decisions, but she could not be swayed by its words. 'I will accept them with open arms.' Silara replied with an inward smile. And so she delved further into the force and lost herself in its darkness as she felt out for the minds of the hundreds upon thousands of pilots and crewmen of the Republic with no prejudice given to rank of command. Telepathy had always been a gift of hers, and in this instance it was far easier to utilize battle meditation with it than without - she had a plan in store for them.

​

The words were like a simultaneous mental flood, a telepathic scream through space of hopelessness and fear, of panic and despair, which echoed through the minds of the Republic fleet. But while such words carried much weight through emotion alone, it was the voice that uttered it that would be the motivational factor - the very voice of their beloved Grandmaster, [member="Kiskla Grayson"]. In her voice she called for a savoir, for the Republic to reclaim her from her captors, and through the efforts of battle meditation and telepathy this was all possible - with a nudge towards the center of the Sith fleet, the Immortals, being the location from where the scream came. "Yes. With open arms I will call for them, and they will come with tears and cries of freedom. Let them come."

 

[Placeholder 0133]

Location: In the air over the citadel.

Allies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Lan Graendal"] | [member="Jannik Morlandt"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] and others.

Enemies: Sith at the citadel.

Objective: Do not become paint on sidewalk.

"Something's wrong."

The drop pod wasn't slowing down. It had just entered the lower atmosphere, and the drag flaps were supposed to have extended by now. Reverse thrusters should have already ignited.

The Architects had done another shoddy job when it came to transportation. Lovely.

"Dead in the water. Air. Atmosphere. Those. I'm trying to establish a link to the Jedi, but short burst communications aren't responding." Stanley quipped.

Book settled his hands on the flight controls he twisted the knob to extend drag flaps, and pulled back on the lever to produce the thrusters. There was no comforting rumble beneath his feet.

The pod slowed, but he had no real control over its velocity. The tops of the cloud cover over Prakith were fast approaching, and under that, the planet's surface itself. Book tried desperately to turn the flight rudders and send the pod closer toward the citadel.

External sensors picked up friendly contacts to his east, west, and south. Some of the Jedi were still dropping, others had already landed.

"We have the jet pack...."

Book grimaced. They were out of options. The red warning lights indicating the pod was fast approaching a very violent doom flashed blindingly across the small cabin. A shrill siren indicating immediate impact made his ears ring.

Panicked, Book strapped the strips of detonate tape to his belts, shoved the sticks of actual detonite into his pack, and pressed an armored boot against the window frame.

"DG-zero-eight reporting. Technical malfunction in my pod. Disembarking." He snapped into the comms with a faint hope that someone could hear. The citadel, and the ground, were fast approaching.

He slammed his boot into the window. It cracked. Another kick sent it and the door flying through the sky.

The whistle of the wind and the sudden pressure that came with it were overwhelming. Book fought to push himself out of the chair.

"Ten until impact." Stanley reminded.

The Dreadguard kicked off the seat. He went forward, and caught the top edge of the pod's doorframe with his fingertips. There he fell with it for a long moment, watching the lines of anti-air cannons from the Sith obliterate Republic forces, and those forces return fire once they hit the ground.

"Jump Alex!"

Book stomped off the back of the drop pod, and fell into free fall.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: The Dauntless, currently hiding behind Prakith's moon with the other Dark Blade-class Dreadnought
Objective: C The Final Frontier
Allies: [member="Boan Rein"] [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Darth Arcis"] [member="Kadri Ughad"]
Enemies: [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] [member="Camellia Swift"] [member="Jack Rand"] [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] @Talamod Shapochka

Still twiddling her thumbs, metaphorically of course, as she waited for the signal for the ambush, Taeli sighed and continued work on drawing up the schematics of her next project. Still, it was a much different battle than Manaan had been. Confusion had dictated the Sith's naval forces during that bout, different commanders giving different orders, and as she had only been a Knight then and in her first real command of a space battle, she had conceded to each new order.

This time though, she felt things would be different. The chain of command had been . . . streamlined and a defensive battle plan adopted that would make use of their strengths and negate their weaknesses for the most part.

'Hmm, I think retrieving data on that new Republic destroyer is going to be key,' she thought, thinking on the armaments for the next project. It would need to be just as heavy hitting as anything they were fielding now, she knew that. She was debating if she would sacrifice the hypervelocity cannons to have more laser and ion batteries than anything currently in the field, but she knew how useful they could be. Unless. . .

Starting a new file, she logged away the idea of creating something called a Gun Destroyer, but that would be another project, for after the current one she was working on. The Superbia-class would be a monster of firepower, she decided, but would not have the hypervelocity cannon.

Looking up, her commander saluted and stated, "No signal yet, my Lady."

"Very well commander, keep me informed," Taeli said, going back to her datapad.

 

[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="Darth Isolda"]
• [member="Harley"]
• [member="Randial"]
• [member="Yusan Fenn"]
• [member="Sena Lassiter"]
• [member="Khallesh "]
• [member="The Hound"]

Foes: Republic/Jedi

• [member="Ryan Korr"] (Isolda)
• [member="Quinn Vos"] ( Isolda )
• [member="Jannik Morlandt"] (Nephthys)

Music: Godzilla

AT THE REAL CITADEL

So it was done. Nephthys broke contact, bright crimson eyes opening up. However their work was not yet done. Breaking away, the Vahla felt a stirring.

It was then that a sudden shudder would rip through the far left corner of the citadel -- deep underground due to the actions of ( [member="SV-421"] and [member="Dass Tallav"]. )

Much to Darth Shara's memory and likely discontent, he would find that part of the archives he had to meticulously crafted were now collapsing unto themselves. The southwest corner of the vast keep that had been built upon by the One Sith would drop four feet -- then settle.

Yet it still stood. A proud jutting fortress that had struck fear within the breast of many. It was only one section. Not all.

The Citadel was not to be taken lightly, for it was a fortress that had stood the ravages of time. What manner of trickery that may have resulted in this would be paid tenfold.

Pity about the archives -- One would wonder if Darth Shara would return to perhaps rebuilt this section of the catacombs.

Telepathically, Nephthys would tell [member="Darth Carach"] -- come let us investigate the matter.

Not knowing that there were others already inside. [member="Ryan Korr"] and [member="Quinn Vos"].

And another who would stir within Nephthys with the very same call as that of her Onii-san: [member="Jannik Morlandt"].

Outside of the citadel, the explosion deep within the earth prompted the activation of the shields. One Sith forces and that of the Slayers were ready to meet whatever came.

Security within the keep would start to investigate to ensure that there were no other surprises. A clean sweep.

Her gaze would shift and that is when another came to her presence;member="Sena Lassiter"]. There came an appraisal of the taller female, and a narrowing of her eyes.

Whatever she may have found within the Corellian was enough to pass inspection.

A thought would push through her mind.

// Come with me. //





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
• Firebreathers: 3
• Umrach: 2000
• Skrall: 5000
• Implanter: 1000
• Yargh'un: 1000
• 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
• Slayers: 1000

• Tartoros-Class Walker: 100
• AT-LAW: 500
• AT-AW : 200
• AT-HK: 500
• 100 Scouts using LC-S10
• shield generators Active

AT THE BREEDING GROUNDS -- ONE CANYON AWAY FROM THE REAL CITADEL
Location: ^
Objective: Awaken the beasts
Allies: Sith beast masters
Enemies:

• [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"]

The Chrom worm would stir. It's tentacles would start to writhe, dark black reaches moving about as it would churn through the earth as it created hot molten plasma.

It would stir, but it would not attack. Not yet.

However, this was not the only beast they would have to fight. For there were Sithspawn amidst -- the young of beasts that they had one seen attack them in worlds like Coruscant, Teta, Alderaan, and Manaan.

Slowly they would move closer, stirring for the battle that was to come. The Illusion had not yet dropped, but once the attack was instigated..

They would have a battle unlike ever before!

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

Spoiler

LOCATION: The Breeding Grounds
Objective: Chromworm starts to notice attackers, beasties awaken and notice incoming troops.
Controler: Nepthys

• Rakamat : 10
• Firebreathers: 2
• Implanter: 1000
• Yargh'un: 1000
• Chrom-Vrone: 1 seated to the right of the keep along the cliffside
• Grokata : 10

 

[Arumi Zy]

Location: The Citadel- Breeding Pits
Objective :

• 
  Destroy the Citadel
  
• 
  Survive The Beast
  

Spoiler

Enemies: One Sith

1. 
   Lady Exedō
   
2. 
   Darth Vornskr
   
3. 
   Darth Nephthys
   
4. 
   Darth Isolda
   
5. 
   Harley
   
6. 
   Randial
   
7. 
   Yusan Fenn
   
8. 
   Sena Lassiter
   
9. 
   Khallesh
   
10. 
    The Hound
    

Allies

1. 
   Elizie Adasca - Padawan
   
2. 
   Haytham Kaze - Padawan
   
3. 
   Seraphina Shel'tah - Padawan
   
4. 
   Varus Shatterstar - knight
   
5. 
   Veino Garn - Knight
   
6. 
   Lan Graendal (Claimed by Kaine)
   
7. 
   Corvus Raaf - Master
   
8. 
   Arumi Zy - Master
   
9. 
   Preliat Mantis
   
10. 
    Book - solider
    
11. 
    Vilaz Munin
    

The invasionary force was coming in hard, the citadel was in sight and he was ready to slaughter the sith forces that stood in his way. The former sith lord stopped dead in his track as the hair on the back of his neck began to stand on edge. He had felt this feeling once before, he could sense something was wrong. It was something that had been used against him before on the battle of O'reen by Je'gan Olra'en when he had served the republic.

The dark lord closed his eyes and reached out with every fiber that was him, tapping into the dark side crystals that filled his body for the first time in years. He allowed his instincts to become him and he looked inside of what he saw.

"This is an illusion, It's a trap" he bellowed to his commrades " Prepare for death or victory"

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Outside of White Currented Citadel
Objective: Destroy the Citadel
Allies: [Vode, Jetii, Pubs] [member=Preliat Mantis] [member=Arumi Zy] [member=Corvus Raaf] [member=Book] [member=Lan Graendal] [member=Haytham Kaze] [member=Varus Shatterstar] [member=Veino Garn] (apologies if I forgot someone)
Enemies: Dar'jetti

The ride from orbit to the ground was a very, very dangerous one. Should've used the dropods and not drop in via drop ship with his brothers in arms and few Republic soldiers that went along with the Mandalorians. Even one, no not one, but the soldiers that tagged along with these Warriors were relieved and glad that three Warriors that were born and trained for the art of War were with them at this very moment. "Y'all wusses or what?" The Rally Master asked to them during the rough trip from space to ground. Seemed as if they were viewed as gods due to the reputation that proceeded him and the Mando'ade. True, he will admit that the Warriors of Mandalore had more experience than these bucket clad soldiers that could enlist in the military at a certain age. However, these were just three Warriors that could take on and demolish Manda knows how many foes and dar'jetti, but them against legions and legions of sithspawn, Vong, and so and so you better get the hell out of here with that crap. Though, he did appreciate such god-like compliments fro these soldiers, then again this was reality and not some fictional imagination that you can alter and control your surroundings.

The destruction and fire coming from starfighters and ships couldn't be heard. Such magnitude and no sound coming from the mass destruction around the fortress world of Prakith. Those screams of pilots couldn't be heard, for when you're in space nobody can hear your screams or sounds that you produced. That soon would change when the drop ship followed by other drop ships escorted by starfighters. After maneuvers to dodge hostile fire his drop ship had entered the atmosphere and was greeted by antiaircraft fire from the defenders. Noe you can hear the sounds of destruction and death erupting when a shell had found its target on one of the swarming drop ships descending from the heavens. More maneuvers from the drop ships to avoid getting hit and avoid the gradual decrease of the numerous numbers they had brought to this invasion.

The pilot and others of descending drop ships tried to land at some location to get near to their objective: the citadel. They didn't know that this was an illusion as it looked real to everyone's eyes, but not to one who was a master of white current. Their drop ship began launching missiles to the ground to clear any hostiles in their way and to clear a landing zone for the approaching invaders. They began to descend towards the landing zone and the descent decreased to avoid slamming and crashing into the ground. Boots were now on the ground as the three Mandalorian Warriors were the, probably, the first invaders to touch the ground. Republic soldier followed their lead that came along with them and then many more drop ships carrying vast numbers of soldiers arrived and dropped off their numbers that they had brought.

The Redneck looked at the White Currented Citadel through his buy'ce and glared at it. An oncoming force was approaching and would soon enroach it and terminate the filth within those walls. "Crossbows at home, vod. Just got a scattergun, two WESTARs, and 'nades and a knife." It was a shame he didn't bring Orar'bev with him. The Mandalorian slung his Vornskr Scattergun on his soldiers and took out his two, dual WESTAR 34 pistols. The scattergun was more for dar'jetti and close quarters while the pistols were meant for close quarters and range. He was prepared to swarm the halls of this fortress until his fellow vod, Arumi, told them about the illusion. "Son of a queen!" He began yelling from his helmet, "Knew this ain't goin' be easy. Damn dar'jetti!"

What else could you expect from the Sith. Cheating little bastards they were. He began twirling his pistols on both index fingers and stopped as he held them firmly in his hands. "Pubs," he began in an open comm link to Republic forces on the ground, "best prepare yourselves. Hate to get steamrolled 'fore I pull the trigger."

And he awaited for the monsters of the One Sith march towards the invaders. This was about to become the most hard-fought, bloody, high tensed battle he had participated, yet. And Vilaz was looking towards it.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Location: Just outside the meditation chamber within the Citadel
Main Objective: Defend the Citadel / 2 / B
Sub-Objective: Meditate on what the future may bring to me, and what I might bring to it.
Allies: [member="Darth Isolda"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Quinn Vos"]
Feeling\sensing: [member="Darth Carach"]

Despite Randial's deep meditations, or perhaps because of them, he sensed the great exertion of power by another Sith. He wasn't sure who the Sith was, but the power he exerted? It was no skill that could be taught by a Jedi. Nor a Sith in truth.

Most intriguing.

But only intriguing enough to be mindful of. Not intriguing enough to investigate. Randial's meditations would not be interrupted. At least not yet. Freeing himself of distraction he continued to spy on his vision, observe and craft what might or might be the future. He had already found himself and the Jedi, and the struggle between them was palpable. Though blade hit blade, saber to saber, the battle was more than physical. A war of beliefs, philosophies, internal strife, and eternal conflict. Who would prevail when the death toll was finally added up? More importantly, who would sway the hearts and minds of the to-be-Jedi and Sith in generations yet to come?

Though Randial's meditation was deep he could see no answers to the questions even time could not solve. All he could see was himself and the Other. Both locking sabers, giving in to the way of the Krayt Dragon. Up, down, right, diagonal. Lunge, parry, riposte, trakata. Their motions were powerful, their attacks imposing. Despite effort and strength Randial saw himself giving ground. Taking strikes. The Other's tenacity was relentless. Randial knew he had power, but this One. This Other. Would he end Randial's existence this day?

 

[Lassiter]

Objective 2 - Citadel Inquisitorius
Location: Inside Citadel
Allies: [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: None.
Special Equipment: Warden Cloak (Green)

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Remaining hunched felt like the right move as the woman in front of her slowly opened her eyes. Red irises came exposed and the fright solidified itself. It had been a long time since she last saw such a cold gaze. It had been the day before she had left her mentor to his fate on that day so many years ago. It hadn’t been out of free will but rather it was forced upon her. It would seem to her that the authority meddled into business that didn’t concern them.

Despite being rather heartbroken about it there was no point in denying that the ‘practice’ she had attended had been shelved indefinitely as she never heard back from him again.

Though she had learned a few things from that man it was still a very new experience to have another person’s voice echo through her mind. She weighed the chances of her going crazy. She always had the suspicion that she was. Nobody sane would lash out and kill two men for foiling a plan yet there she had been that one rainy night, hadn’t she?

The thoughts were discarded as she swallowed air and slowly started to nod. Her head bowed down and she opened the door for the others to exit.

In a heartbeat she had adapted the familiar mannerisms of a girl with no freedom as the mix of fear and respect had her brought back. Deep down she hated herself for allowing it to reach that stage so fast. She had promised herself to never be bound to anyone yet that was starting to dim rapidly.

“What are we looking to do?” Her question shot out at the man. “I’ve got my blaster and a knife, but not much else.”

There were no expectations for a reply but she needed to calm her nerves and she found the talking to be grating even if one-sided. Her green eyes rose from the floor to see if he responded and...

 

[Quinn Vos]

Location: About to enter Sith Citadel
Objective: Objective 2 - betray Ryan Korr and turn him into Darth Isolda
Allies: @Ryan Korr @Darth Isolda (claimed) @Randial (claimed) [member="Dass Tallav"] [member="SV-421"]
Enemies: @Darth Isolda (claimed) @Ryan Korr @Randial (claimed) [member="Dass Tallav"] [member="SV-421"]


She stirred quickly when the canopy opened, eager to have her feet on solid ground. The Kiffar felt Isolda. They were so close now. She couldn't see through the white-current illusion like Ryan, but she felt where the dark presence of the dark queen resided, like a beacon. Quiver of arrows and bow slung over the curve of her mocha-shoulder. Blaster and lightsaber clung to the belt around the curve of her hips.

The artifact was safely tucked away.

She pulled one other thing from the belly of the stealth's storage: a pair of stun cuffs. Her back remained to Ryan. "This has to be believable." Without hesitating, she twisted around, fingers curled into a fist as she went to pound him across the jaw with a quick jab. Her other hand went to grip his wrist and twist him into the base of the ship, pinning him there while she went to cuff him, wrists bound behind his back....if it got that far.

She would then lead her prisoner within the Citadel itself - the real one.