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

[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: Near Breeding Grounds

Spoiler

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

• Baldr-class Transports (3: Infiltration) Orders: Rapid insertion into Citadel.
• Republic Commandos (32: Infiltration) Orders: Rapid insertion into Citadel.
• Republic Marines (30,000: Main invasion) Orders: 3 Battalions advancing to breeding grounds, the rest are standing by.
• Skocha-class MBTs (300: Main invasion) Orders: Laying waste to the Citadel.
• R-10 Reliant-class Tanks (500: Main invasion) Orders: Defending Skochas.
• Reinforcements standing by.

Objective: See "Orders."
Opponents: Sithspawn

While [member="Corvus Raaf"] may have been churning with emotions, like any other empath would be, Lan was not in the mood for any more delays. Jedi faced hardships unlike any other being in this great big galaxy in such a short time span that it was hard to even comprehend the sacrifices made in order to secure peace and harmony within the Force. However, if she hesitated in this coming carnage, men would die. Husbands would be taken from the clutches of their loved ones, fatherless sons and daughters would never know the comfort of a man to look up to. If only these damned Sith wouldn't take such good men away.

Life was hard enough to come by. Lan glanced around at the commandos in his dropship, a few catching his glance and nodding.

He was fully prepared to give his life for theirs. They had families, aspirations, hopes and dreams for their children. Each one of them was someone unique, special. The warden was merely just a simple man trying to make it in life and the Force guided him down that road - regardless of the twists and turns that peppered its approach.

"Sir," a voice cut through, "We're a go for assault. Aurek and Cresh teams are standing by for fast ropes. Besh is landing on the eastern flank, holding for exfil or reserves."

"Good, let's go."

Chap started to pull away before Lan clamped a hand on his shoulder plate, "See you on the other side, brother."

The man nodded, eyes averting downwards. "You too. Even with your space magic things still get tough. We've got your Six, boss."

"Move it, bucket boy." Lan grinned as the dropship shook from the anti-air flak. "We've got ourselves a war to win."

Meanwhile...​

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"That's right, move it, Johnson. Finally glad we could get your happy ass moving."

The staff officer groaned as he struggled to carry his equipment bags as well as full gear and a rifle. The young man nearly doubled over from the weight, but a strained vein in his neck told Captain Finch that he was actually trying to hustle. Scott sighed happily and patted Johnson's back as he tromped off to the temporary duty station. "Get aerial recon up, Lieutenant. I want eyes everywhere and I want scouts deployed."

The operations officer merely nodded breathlessly before disappearing into the bowels of a Baldr-class gunship. Gunshots and minor skirmishes had already been reported near the outskirts of the initial dropzone. The rear lines had already been erected and were endlessly streaming in thousands upon thousands of marines, soldiers, and every elite infantryman the Republic could muster. Even some of his Antarian Ranger compatriots were among these listless ranks.

Another officer approached him with a sharp salute. "Orders, sir?"

"Advance three battalions of infantry. I want those grounds to our north gone over thoroughly. I don't like random-ass craters and whatnot everywhere. Sounds like a perfect ambush site. You're authorized to use lethal force, use thermal detonators with extreme prejudice." Scott paused to take a breath. "Gunships standby for fast assault, armor is to remain withheld. I want those Skochas to pound the mess out of that building." He jammed a finger at the Citadel, "Watch out for our boys. Hitman Actual won't like it if we kill blues."

The officer nodded and relayed the orders.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: The Real Citadel
Objective: 2, Kill Isolda
Allies: [member="Quinn Vos"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Isolda"], [member="Randial"]

Ryan reeled backward, jaw stinging from the sharp rap of knuckles. A series of expressions flitted through him, more in his eyes than his face. Bewilderment and anger first. Understanding came later, when his cheek slammed against the hot metal of the stealth X. The anger vanished.

Grunting, Ryan let himself be cuffed. At least he was pretty sure it was a let,

They walked into the Citadel, right past the guards at the front entrance, Quinn holding him by one arm. The sheer enormity of the structure would astound anyone who hadn't grown up on Coruscant. Fortunately, Ryan was less than awestruck and more than a little anticipatory of the upcoming battle with Isolda.

By her death all this will end. The prescience of their forces will falter. We will prevail.

 

[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"] | @Rael sul B’an
Enemies: [member="Ronan Dyre"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Baroness Magrath"] | [member="Freanne"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | @Khallesh

Kian could feel the fear coming off his his apprentice, [member="Ayden Quell"] and he reached out a hand, placing it on the young human’s shoulder.

“When I faced the Sith for the first time I was terrified.” Kian said touching his apprentice in the force with warmth and encouragement. “But I saw the horrors they were committing and the destruction they left in their wake and my fear faded.”

“When you are thrust into combat, you don’t have much choice but to react or die…..I suggest not dying.” Kian said, his dry humor bleeding through into his words.

“Jedi [member="Rael Sul B’an"], we are dropping down several clicks from the spaceport and will move in on foot. We are tasked with infiltration.” Kian said and touching a hand to his helmet activated his comm.

“Jedi [member="Catherine Soja"], we will be jumping in 5. Check-in with the commander on the ship for the drop coordinates. ” Kian said, communicating with the young Jedi he hadn’t met until this point. He liked meeting new people on missions….it told a lot about them.

Turning back to Ayden, Kian smiled warmly and added.

“There is no emotion, there is peace.” As Kian said the words, the lights in the shuttle went red, indicating that they should get into position. Kian stood alongside the jump door.

“There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.” The EMBU droids and soldiers began lining up for the jump.

“There is no passion, there is serenity.” Kian said as the doors opened, the light went green, and the soldiers and droids began to jump.

“There is no death, there is the force.” Kian said falling in line and leaping out into the air. Kian allowed himself to fall several meters before activating his chute and guiding himself in line with the others who had jumped. He didn’t bother to look up to check to see if the others had followed. It was their choice whether or not they did….and he was confident they would make the right decision.

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

 

[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"]

Though the Huntress and her 'prey' might have entered the Citadel, even have begun to head his way, Randial's mind was elsewhere. To what might be. To him, or perhaps to others. Blue and Red saber mixed, but it was clear they were evenly matched. They began to integrate the Force into their attacks, their methodology. They would throw a push, bend lightning, increase in speed. Their pushes were slight, the lightning different from traditional manipulations, their speed ever increasing till it seemed it would rend their bodies from the mere force of a slash.Their power, it was a thing of the Force. A thing to be feared. Did Randial have that strength now? Perhaps he needed it. Prakith was shaping to be quite the battleground. Locked in meditation and dulled to the world outside him Randial could still feel the Force culminating in time. Heading to the Meditation Chamber. Something was going to happen there. Something that would mold the participants for the rest of their lives.


Or perhaps merely ensure it ended there.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Location: Inqusition Gunship enough route to surface
Objective: spaceport
Allies: [member="Kian Karr"], Republic and friends
Enemy: all of the sith

[media]http://youtu.be/qP5CD4znx9g[/media]

NPC's

Spoiler

Location: north east of Spaceport
Objective: Destroy anti air
Commanded by: Sanya Val Lerium
Enemies: Sith

350 Claymore H.T.D

As sanya's ship left the hanger along with all the dropships for the Claymores, she set her ship straight into a dive towards the surface. with all the sith ships focused in firefights it gave the opportunity to get down untouched. "all units lock onto my ship and follow my lead." as all the dropships gathered behind Sanya she dived off towards the port east of the space port where it would be a straight drive for the forces.

"we will land about a mile out, that way we will avoid the anti air and a clear spot for landing, but we will be cutting it close." the others did well to keep up then again the Inqusition wasn't the fastest ship but it could pack a punch and take a few while doing so.

the ships came into the area for drop. as they got into position Sanya landed her ship and exited the ship to wait for her forces to gather. it took about 10 minutes till the last was dropped and lucky non was destroyed on the way down. "okay the plan is to take out the anti air around the Spaceport. From there on I can provide air support for all our forces in the area." the select few commanders of the battalion of claymore's gave there reply of 'yes sir's' and headed back to there vehicles. Sanya headed back to her ship and waited for the all clear of the destruction of the anti air. if all went well she would be up in the air within the hour. she open up the com's to the battalion "okay troops role out."

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Location: En route to the Citadel
Objective: 2 - Destroy the Citade
Allies: [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Arumi Zy"] | [member="Lan Graendal"] | [member="Jannik Morlandt"] | [member="Book"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Haytham Kaze"]
Foes: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Dass Tallav"] | [member="SV-421"] | [member="Darth Isolda"]
Music:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3MLp7YNTznE
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Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train

Sera paused mid-sprint as she heard the mental reply from [member="Corvus Raaf"]. Behind me? And I thought I was late. She turned around to see if she could spot the Jedi Master approaching from the rear. "I'll wait up for you. Of all the places I would rather not be charging in blind, this is definitely on the list." Without another moment of hesitation, she climbed up a small incline of rocks and positioned herself so that she would see Corvus, and any others approaching her position, also giving her a 360 degree view of her own surroundings. This was unfamiliar territory to her, and to say she was a bit nervous would be an understatement. If ever she thought she were in hell, now would be it.

Off in the distance she could hear the intense sounds of battle. She felt the darkness engulfing the planet in a choke hold. It was nearly palpable. It was disgusting. She felt dirty here, as if there were some unseen filth encroaching on her that could not be washed away. An uncomfortable lingering presence of death, fear, and hatred. The Sith had things here, terrible things. All around she could sense the demented experimentations of the Dark Side. This planet would be better off destroyed than invaded. There's nothing here but evil.

 

[Catherine Soja]

Catherine Soja
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="Kian Karr"]| [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] | [member="Vulpesen"] | [member="Gherron Vael"] | Sanya Val Lerium | @Rael sul B’an
Enemies: [member="Ronan Dyre"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Baroness Magrath"] | [member="Freanne"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | @Khallesh


As she got her orders she jumped on command with the troops moving to land at their planned location. Her body felt and as she utilized the devices given to slow them down she’d eventually land and remove the harnesses for those. She’d await the troops then moved to try and group up with the others again. The padawan moved with the troops in a hurry not wanting to be separated for long.

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Location: Enroute to Spaceport on Shuttles
Controller: Catherine Soja
Forces:
Republic Soldiers [12]
Objective: Infiltrate Spaceport
Opponents: Unknown as of yet

As they jumped out as well each soldier landed with Soja and followed her quietly moving with her to try and regroup with the rest for the mission. Most had blaster rifles and maybe a side arm only one or two had heavy weapons for later in the event things got heavy.

 

[Darth Arcis]

Location: High Orbit, Prakith - Aboard Sith Meditation Sphere
Objective: 3 - Eliminate Republic command ship
Allies: [member="Boan Rein"], [member="Darth Arcanix"], [member="Darth Vitium"], [member="Kadri Ughad"]
Foes: @Camella Swift, [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], [member="Jack Rand"], [member="Kayleigh Tyven"], [member="Tålamod Shapochka"]
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NPCs:

Spoiler

Location: Behind escort carriers.

Spoiler

Forces:

• Coralskippers (70, Illusions) Orders: Swarming the Valiant. [Note: Yaret-Kor melt through hulls.]

Objective: See "Orders."

Old Dranok Lussk was the grandfather of this generation of Sith. While he wasn't exactly wheelchair-bound, the golden aged ex-Emperor preferred to do many other things rather than personally fighting his foes. The perks of being a Sith Lord often beheld in the category of having other people fight your battles for you. And old Dranok made sure the people fighting for him were nothing but the best. One young officer aboard the Chimaera had the imagination of a child, vivid as one can be - especially when he regarded his commanding officer as a "red-skinned Palpatine." Well, the Lussk clan leader didn't exactly like that reference. Because, y'know, Palpatine was a fool and died in the end. He had no plans for that just yet.

And so, on this glorious day, the old warlord was puttering around far behind the fleet. This nearly archaic Meditation sphere perfectly suited its owner and the abilities and augmentations it granted pleased him more than anything. It felt too good to be true when you could pass beyond this plane of existence and tamper with hearts and souls. The poor Republicans were to be his playthings; the marionettes of his wildest dreams.

"It floweth forth from me," the pureblood Sith rasped, "Everything I am and will be."

The Yammosk knew who he was. He was one of the few that stood on their level. As in the old days when schoolkids screamed, "Get on my level," Dranok was more than delighted to oblige them. Dranok felt its presence as a blip of sustenance and sentience in this dark void. They were other voices powerful enough of arousing the spirits of warriors and dealing crushing blows - no wonder they were war coordinators.

"I am called Arcis. Lend me your strength, Great Ones. al'Juin is my steed from your race. He is a brother - and therefore I am one."

The single mind pondered his words. "What do you desire?"

Dranok grinned, "Your connection. Let me become your warriors, allow me to save you time and effort. Focus on your weaponry and slaved Basals. Victory shall be ours."

"As you wish, Forgotten King."

That was a title he hadn't heard in far too long. Darth Arcis' eyes remained shut, however, even as he realized that al'Juin had passed along information retrieved from the depths of his own mind. He and that damnable Yammosk had been spending far too much time together. But now, it was time to show these poor democratic mongrels what true imperial might was.

Alongside his own forces, the Sith Lord felt the beating hearts of his foes. He knew their wills, the determination in them. Every crewman and naval soldier had his teeth clenched, focusing entirely on the battle at hand. Dranok had to admit that their discipline in staving off his initial prods at their souls was very impressive. Though that was all he needed to know. He wanted to see how they reacted to real threats - ones that merely appeared out of nowhere.

"I am Legion. For we are many."​

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Out of the void came only a few of their kind. Coralskippers began forming into existence out of nothingness behind the entire Republic fleet. First, only a dozen or so of them flew forth. They spiraled about, lingering in silence before beginning their assault on the carrier escorts. That simple dozen fighters had eventually evolved into nearly a hundred attack craft. However, when one happened to be struck by a critical hit, it simply vanished.

Naga Sadow had mastered the techniques of illusions in battle and Dranok Lussk had spent the better part of his life learning such things as well. Dishing out damage but losing nothing in return. Oh how great it was to be alive.

 

[J3C0]

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

OS Fleet:

Spoiler

Observable Sith Fleet:
1 Immortal -2000m Titan
1 Skarr-Ro'ik -1420m Ryzantir
4 Skrii'Ro'ik -1920m Izrit, Trynth, Yuuzran, Yralf(73%)
2 Razer Frigates -444m Argus, Lif
416 Attack Craft
Unobservable Sith Fleet(You can't see these):
2 Dark Blades -2100m Dauntless, Cornith

7884m

Boan smiled, a deep gloating smile as the enemy fleet once again fired their weapons directly at the Yralf.

Targeting that single ship was a mistake, a very large one that the Republic should have foreseen. Yuuzhan Vong vessels were equipped with something named Dovin Basals, each of these Dovin Basals were able to manipulate gravity to some extent, when a ships Dovin Basals worked together they were capable of creating micro-black holes to block turbo-laser fire, missiles, and pretty much everything else.

When one put together not dozens, but over a hundred of them together, their effect was startling. With all of the enemy fleets fire concentrated on a single ship, it was a simply matter for the Dovin Basals to stop that fire.

Nearly all of it.

Having been prepared to do just that only minutes before, the Dovin Basals worked together, coordinated by their Yammosks to create a series of Micro-blackholes that sucked up enemy fire. So instead of shielding their own vessels, each Dovin Basal in the fleet worked to protect The Yralf, a tactic that worked wondrously.

The Immortal fielded the strikes of the Ion cannons, taking it with its shields with no major damage inflicted.

Boan grinned as she watched streaks of blue and green simply disappear into nothing, the Yralf beng hit by only errant broadside strikes and damaging shots, both the HVC and the Railshot being crushed into nothing by the powerful forces of Gravity.

“Fire Proton Cannon at their central ship(Noblesse), sent fighters forward, bombers to strike the same vessel. Have the Skrii-Ro'ik focus fire on on the Righteous.” Her smile widened.

This was proving to be fun after all.

Summary:
-Dovin Basals absorbed most of Damage headed towards the Yralf(Action was prepped for in previous post)
-Immortal Shrugged off Ion Cannon fire
-Proton Cannon fired at the Noblesse
-Fighters sent towards Enemy fighters
-Bombers headed towards Noblesse
-All Four Skrii-Ro'ik are firing at the Righteous(I believe Fleet Range is now optimal.

 

[Beowoof]

Location: Skies over Prakith
Objective: Objective 1 - take over the spaceport
Allies: Republic
Enemies: One Sith

Sressechka, Number Five of the Blazing Angels Squadron, lifted off and slipped out of the hangar in her assigned HEPF-1 Saint, one of the newest weapons the Republic had developed in its recently-intensified military programs. This war was about utter annihilation, and the fresh attack fighter catered to just that. The sleek, angular hulls of the three Saint squadrons wisped into the thermosphere, having debarked from one of the capital ships and skirted the edges of the conflict to remain undetected. The Sith would certainly be in for a surprise when they showed up--or did not show up at all on their scopes!

Chatter was to be kept at a minimum due to the important nature of their mission. They would be lingering up in the heights of the atmosphere until a good target was established. There were big things down there. Very big things. And the bigger they are, the more fantastic the explosions.

 

[Aqulia Audax]

Location: Skies over Prakith
Objective: Objective 1 - take over the spaceport
Allies: Republic
Enemies: One Sith (not yet engaged)

As Aqulia reached the ship, she realised this was the first time she’d have flown the new HEPF-1 Saint in combat with the Sith. Practicing on pirate’s bases didn’t count in her book.

It lacked the simplicity of her XJ-9 and was less of an extension of her and more of a huge war machine that she was simply required to point in the right direction and let it do its colossal damage. She was about to strap herself in to a weapon that would be able to instantly destroy any significantly ridiculous massive ground targets – it was a speedy and agile bomber craft that could unleash precise attacks against large targets and completely eliminate them. And her payload today was Tungsten kinetic bombardment rods.

Fortunately, because kinetic projectile drops are largely inaccurate, extra design and technological measures were taken to drastically increase hit probability. Which was helpful in the extreme because it is difficult for a pilot to judge when to fire – so the highly advanced computer was developed to guide her decision-making through predictive targeting. And she marvelled at the armour and deflector shields – extremely durable to make up for the aircraft’s somewhat large profile, enabling it to survive an ascent to the altitude needed to drop a gravity-aided weapon and utterly cleave its target.

She ran her hand along its angular lines and performed the standard pre-flight checks. Putting her boot in the first foothold to climb up to the cockpit, she pulled a holo-sticker out of her pocket. The magnetic image of a wedge-tailed eagle was affixed to the panel just below where she was going to sit. And then she kissed it. It was always like this, every time she took charge of a new ship. And the bird gave rise to her callsign. Due to the bird’s oddly shaped tail, she became known as Diamond. And it stuck.

So she sat herself in the cockpit and plugged in her music system. Flying without music just didn’t work for Aqulia. And she cycled through the controls and said hello to Archie – and checked out the controls and completed her pre-flight checks. Good to go, she thought to herself, and switched on the HUD and a soothing song.

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5bxXQ5GkhI

And so she lifted off and slipped out of the hangar and into the thermosphere, having exited her capital ship and skirted the edges of the conflict to remain undetected. The Sith would certainly be in for a surprise when they showed up – for it wasn’t only their adversaries that could pull misdirection tricks and make things suddenly appear.

She kept her comm lines closed. Chatter was to be kept at a minimum whilst she waited in the atmosphere until a prime target was established. She hoped the One Sith liked fireworks, as the Blazing Angels squadron were about to put on a pyrotechnics show they wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Snowy crags overlooking north side of spaceport
Objective: A - Spaceport (trying not to fall asleep)
Allies: [member="Ashin Varanin"]
Enemies:[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

Spencer did her best to remain as still as possible, it was probably a good thing she meditated so much. Glancing over towards Ashin who remained quiet and steady, she nodded and looked the other way. She wondered what was going on else where and if they weren't up in these crags where would they have ended up. A part of her felt guilty being on this side of the fight, she knew deep down inside that the Republic probably needed the help more. Despite her feelings, she knew the Republic especially the Jedi weren't always the kindest to her and Ashin. A smile crossed her face as she mused over the broken council room window and did her best not to laugh which would probably break someone's concentration. Shoving another marshmallow into her mouth, her eyes shut once more and focused on the area around them. Something lingered in the air, but it wasn't strong enough to fully reach them. Spencer made a note and figured it was something like a meditation or a valor somewhere being used. She would have to keep an eye on it especially if it started to get close to her and Ashin's location. It wouldn't take much, but she would be able to keep her and Ashin's mind clear.

Keeping her eyes closed she ignored the odd sensation in the air and focused on the nearby surroundings. She sensed the area making sure there was nothing (for the time being) lingering near them. Spencer leaned back slightly concealing herself more into the snowy crag they nested in.

 

[Jannik Morlandt]

Location: Drop Pod - Prakith, Enroute to the Actual Citadel
Objective: 2 - Citadel Inquisitorious - Destroy
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Quinn Vos"]
Foes: [member="Darth Isolda"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Sena Lassiter"]

In the drop pod, he resumed his meditations not for a view of what was to come, but for a feel on the lay of the land as he descended. His tendrils reached far and wide - so much wider now than they had been some weeks before, his strength in the Force having somehow doubled by his own estimation. There'd always been a strength to his power in the Force that was more than expected, and it wasn't until as of late that he had began to be concerned that he might not be able to control the sheer output. The day [member="Kira Liadain"] had taught him to stun was certainly an early indicator, but he hadn't truly seen it for what it was at the time, and even now he still was unsure where it was all coming from. Tendrils reached, presences of Jedi became bright and detailed to his sight, the dark ink of this planet's keepers just as intricate.

Then the pod impacted, jarring him from his Force-bound musings and driving him to place hands on what he could as the pod listed to one side with a moan, before settling in its final position. The seer breathed out, checked his side for the lightsaber hilt clipped at his side, and released the hatch, sound and sights invading the moment it cracked open. He stood and ducked out of the thing, setting foot on solid ground, brushing back errant strands of hair from his eyes as he looked around. The nearest pod... where were the other pods? The Citadel... was that it off in the distance? He heaved a sigh, whilst peering at the far off image, but... it felt unrelentingly off. He rattled his head, eyes squeezing shut, and looking on it anew. Nothing happened. His memory grasped at the thing that had put this pressure on his eyes before, but no matter how much he stared at the construct, nothing revealed. It was real to him, but why did he feel this way?

At the fringes of his psyche, blood called to blood. That psyche stirred at its core, a sharp pain lancing through his head, eyes squeezing shut again in completion of the grimace that took his visage for a moment, then two. The pain passed, and his eyes blinked open as he loosed a whooshing breath. Head lifted, eyes narrowed, and he began to walk away from the pod. Little did he realise what had once again begun, his presence billowing, spreading so very far as a herald to his arrival, a heady, cloying, aged thing - the alignment and age of it so difficult to distinguish and without a doubt confusing for many. As he walked, it occurred to him that she likely knew he was here, so there was really no point in hiding it...

So, my kin...

...and he sent her an image of the face that had appeared so often in his psyche, bound to an arrow, to shoot through her mind. The roughness of this act seemed so... appropriate.

...does this seem familiar to you?

He sought her now. He turned and looked aside off himself, and what he saw made him do a double take. He had landed right up against the wall of the thing! Oh, well. If that... he looked off across the canyon again, and saw the exact same thing that was practically jumping down his throat as turned his head in front of him and craned his head way back, looking far, far up the structure. Tentatively, he placed a hand on the towering spire. Odd. He shrugged, and elected to move on, looking for the entrance. Little did he know that while he was here, everyone else was simply walking into a trap. Which begged the question of just what, exactly, was he walking into. A strange part of him was so confident and sure, but the voice he knew himself for was so small. There seemed to be no real knowing when it came to him and her.

 

[Khallesh]

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

Objective: One Spaceport

Allies: [member="Ronan Dyre"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member=Reverance] | [member=Vrag] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Baroness Magrath"] | [member=Freanne] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member=Khallesh]

Infidels: [member="Kosuke Yamouchi"] | [member="Sophia Walsh"] | [member=Sressechka] | [member="Ella Nova"] | [member=Kiyron] | [member="Rael Sul B’an"] | [member="Aquila Audax"] | [member="Ayden Quell"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] | [member=Vulpesen] | [member="Gherron Vael"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] | [member="Rael sul B’an"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"]



The newly anointed Subcommander Khallesh sensed the will of the Yammosk, and saw the instructions indicated the the various blaze bugs used by the command unit. Whilst the Yammosk could co-ordinate vast forces along with the Warmaster, she had direct responsibility for her forces.

“We’re to hold the ground east of the Spaceport,” she relayed to the other warriors with her. “I want the Hunters scouting further into the city. Tell them to get high into these ‘sky scrapers’ and relay any enemy landing in the region. It is likely the enemy will not be able to land on the spaceport itself and I want to know where they are.

“Push the thralls out and into any choke points along the approach paths. I want them to soak up the first charge of the enemy. I want the warrior teams close behind, but hold the beats of war and Yorik Tremas in reserve!”

Her orders were quickly relayed over the villip network to her battlegroup. She turned her eyes to the skies, watching the burning streaks of Republic dropships. Her lips turned up in a sneer, which transformed into a grin as she watched one of them clipped by a missile. It spun in the air for a moment, before disintegrating in a flash. A dreadful way to die, she mused, whilst she enjoyed watching the enemy gunned down, she would struggle to wish a coward’s death on anyone. Far more honourable to meet the enemy on the ground and allow them to die with their weapon in their hands.

Her arachnostaff slithered across her shoulders, sensing her excitement. Just because she had a command, it did not mean she would be prevented from joining in glorious combat. The Yammosk could handle things if necessary. No, soon she would test herself and her new weapons against the enemy. Perhaps this time she would find a more worthy Jeedai.

Order of Battle:

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Domain Val, Glorious Battlegroup Khallesh

(This unit reports to Warmaster and Yammosk, in turn under @Reverence )
Command: Khallesh, 2 slayers, 2 warriors working the Master Villip.
Mounted Infantry: 4 Yuuzhan Vong Warriors on Vaghrokka
Infantry: 6 Yuuzhan Vong Warriors, 20 Chazrach with chitin carbines
Thralls: Thrall Herder and 100 Thralls
Hunters: 4 Yuuzhan Vong Hunters with Cloaks of Nuun
Airborne: Infantry squad on Yorik Trema

Map:

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And here's a quick go at a map. Assume everything is fairly well built up that's off the main roads. However, the larger black boxes all indicate a huge skyscraper.

Let's expand a little:

The city sits on a plateau only 5km across that is roughly circular. For this reason the city is particularly vertical and dominated by skyscrapers. The very largest reaching to nearly a kilometer in height and hundreds of metres wide at the base. Whilst the plateau is "flat" relative to the surrounding mountains, the ground level of the city varies by as much as 500m. This ensures travelling by foot can be difficult, with winding slopes between the lowest layers of buildings.

The spaceport of the city sits around the base of one particularly large control tower. The ground is flattest here, for the largest shuttles to deposit their goods. Smaller shuttles may dock directly on the central tower. The space port is on the eastern edge of the city. The southeast border of the plateau drops off very sharply and into a valley, down which much of the traffic travels. For this reason approach to the city from the south east on the ground is exceedingly difficult.

The western side of the city leads into lower ranges and the Asonel cave system. The mountain ranges to the North and North-East of the city tower over even the highest skyscrapers.

There are two major business districts to the city, one directly east of the spaceport and one on the northwestern edge. Much of the rest of the city is surprisingly multi-purpose, with no clearly defined districts. The reason for this is that each of the skyscrapers is multi-purpose, with each a mix of several uses. A single skyscraper could have housing, leisure, office space, and industrial regions all spread across its levels. Housing towards the lower levels is generally much more affordable. Housing to the north-east of the city is particularly cheap and the lower levels here are closer to slums, with several red-light districts frequented by merchants.

There are two main areas of the city, where great effort has been taken to cultivate parkland and flora. Often the most expensive residential areas are near here, with the lower levels near the greenery actually quite desirable.
A massive speeder lane bisects the city from north-south, with many layers of traffic being organised down this highway, airspeeders can cross the city with ease. Moving from west-east is more problematic, and requires travel at lower speeds to weave between the jagged skyscrapers.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: The Citadel
Objective :

• Protect the Citadel
• Seethe in the Power of the Darkside --> Find a Jan

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="The Hound"]

Foes: Republic/Jedi

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

??? [member="SV-421"] and [member="Dass Tallav"].

Music: Godzilla

AT THE REAL CITADEL

There was one person she was concerned about. The one.

So Nephthys would narrow her gaze, nodding at Carach so that he would be able to take the newest arrival with him.

Meanwhile --

The illusion would hold upon the citadel, but inside, many of the Yuuzhan Vong forces would start to scour for internal and external security flaws. What had been that explosion? What had prompted that internal attack? The searching would continue along the lower levels to determine exactly what had been going on.

The dovin basals of the Rakamat would start to charge, they would be used in the event the current activated shields would potentially fail. Around the area scouts would continue to recon.



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 and ATTACK!! Starship troopers style
Allies: Sith beast masters
Enemies that are all being DIRECTLY ENGAGED

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

The chrom vrome would prepare to shoot out plasma. The Rakamats would charge up and prepare the dovin basals. It would get it's hundreds of meters long tentacles to start gathering plasma to shoot out at the approaching republic soliders.

The illusion would soon fall.

Fire breathers would come from the right. These deadly war beasts had flexible proboscises that spewed streams of gelatinous flame, pores that exhaled anti-laser aerosols, and hides thick enough to withstand all but a blast from a turbolaser.

The liquid flame was created through a unique chemical reaction caused by the mixture ofmethane, hydrogen sulfide, and a mysterious substance deep within the guts of the Fire Breather.

Would the republic soldiers be able to get away?!

The Rakamats' scaly skin was a mottled blue-green, spotted by patches of dark orange and the silver glow of yorik coral spikes that rimmed their heads and spinal plates. Over twenty meters in length, the rakamat advanced on enemy positions on six massive legs, projecting microsingularities via onboard dovin basals and firing its protruding Yaret-Kors at a range of two kilometers. The use of the rakamats' singularity elongated its mass, leading to early reports of rakamats as large slug-like creatures.

In addition to its firepower, the titanic rakamat served as a transport for reptoid Chazrach warriors. While the rakamats strode into battle, Chazrach would grip the creatures' thick outer skin until they reached enemy lines. The rakamats also were used as platforms for dovin basals used to control Chazrach in battle.

Implanters would surge forward to jump at the soliders. They were creatures that "implanted" surge-coral into sentient beings to make them into slaves. Also known as "creepers", these creatures carried dozens of surge-coral seeds on their backs. The creeper would inflict pain on and disable their victims by using their feathery appendages to disrupt the victim's nervous system. The victim would then be implanted with the seeds.


C I T A D E L N P C F O R C E S U N D E R D A R T H N E P T H Y S' C O M M A N D A T T H E B R E E D I N G G R O U N D S

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LOCATION: The Breeding Grounds
Objective: Chromworm starts to notice attackers and prepares globs of plasma, beasties awaken and notice incoming troops, they start moving and attack!
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

 

[Placeholder 0133]

Location: A few minutes away from the citadel.

Objective: Citadel (Fake Citadel)

Allies: [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Jannik Morlandt"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Lan Graendal"]

Enemies: One Sith, undefined as of yet.




Free fall was not as much fun as people made it out to be. Book spread his arms and legs wide to slow himself down, but it was a bit difficult to slow down four hundred pound of armor, ordnance, and man.

"Jedi aren't far." He mumbled to Stanley. "We'll just have to link up with them on impact."

The ground was fast approaching. Book's fingers danced along the datapad built into his wrist plate. The jet pack on his back began to rumble. Flames erupted from the lower jets, and his fall was rapidly slowed down.

"Master Jedi." He targeted the three closest signals he could find, belonging to [member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Lan Graendal"], and [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]. "I'm about to hit the ground. Send me your locations, and I'll do my best to link up as soon as possible."

The jet pack's roar lowered in pitch. Below, the scorched earth where his drop pod had fallen awaited. Book dropped and pitched a roll as he landed. Something popped the wrong way, and pain shot through his right leg.

Grumbling a curse, the Dreadguard pushed up to his feet, and made sure everything was where it should be. Thankfully, nothing important was lost in the fall.

"You ever try taking a ship like everyone else?" Stanley complained.

Book reached over his shoulder and pulled the Harbinger rifle free of its magnetic coupling. He set it in his hands, flicked off the safety, and looked outward toward the citadel in the distance.

"I like to mix it up a little."

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Objective: Control.
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"]

The Sith Lord closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the ebb and flow of the Force and realizing there were new developments on foot. By now the Republic forces would be engaged by the Sithspawn hidden in the ‘Citadel’, all according to plan.

They would probably realize the thing was all but a simple ruse, an elaborate trick played on them and so it didn’t really make any sense to keep up the illusion of a fake citadel. With a gesture of the mind it dissipated in the air and the enemy would witness the true visage of the Sithspawn breeding pits.

He kept up the illusion around the real Citadel though, it would continue to be invisible to all but those who could use the White Current themselves.

Yet, Carach felt this wasn’t the only thing needed to be done. A current in the Force beckoned him, not to go with Neph… but to find the Eye and aid her. A frown decorated his forehead, for he did not want to leave the little Vahla-Darth to her own devices, he had come to care a fair bit for her during their time fighting together.

But in the end… he had a duty to uphold.

‘Little sister.’ the Voice of the Dark Lord would say, his voice caressed her mind. ‘I feel that the Eye will need my aid before the day is over, will you be able to investigate on your own?’

It was then that he noticed another person in the room, Sena Lassiter… her mind told him. Interesting. Burning eyes met hers and she would find herself paralyzed to the ground, enraptured by those two orbs of molten amber.

‘Sena.’ his voice would now sound in her mind, soft and warm baritone chiming in and out of existence. ‘Your presence is welcome, if you will follow me.’ A question, and yet it sounded more like a command.

 

[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
    

When the illusion dropped Arumi was already in action, darting and drifting past the globules of plasma and the burning fire being spewed by the wicked monstrosities. He whipped under gnashing teeth and cutting talons, poisoned touches and lethal bodies in an effort to gain ground against the Firebreathers. He would need everything he had in order to bring down the most imposing and dangerous of game, he would need luck and just brash stupidity. Of course that was him, he lived for the battle, for the kill and for the chance of being laid low. He sought death and he laughed at it, he desired his end but he never could find it. He wasn't immortal the force just liked to keep him alive to annoy him.

" Ori'Vod, we need to get a target painter on that Chom-Vrone. Get in touch with the Pub fleet and see if you can get us a few turbo lazer batteries for a strike. I will distract these frelling beasts and give you guys a chance to make advance, if i don't make it back bury my armor on Corellia" he spat into his communicator as he pulled his twin beskad from their sheathes.

In one brazen leap he was facing the unfathomibly horrendous horde, he drove his beskad down deep into a Implanter and twirled away as quickly as possible dodging under a breath of molten fire. He flung his left beskad into the skull of a Yargh'un, he dunked down to avoid a wicked strike from one of the roaring Grokata. His remaining beskad swung and slashed and stabbed as he dodged and weaved his body throught the throngs of creatures. Catching flesh here, deflecting claw and seed and what ever else these beast had there. He was working his way through the filthy horde towards his other beskad, he had to remove it from its victim and continue to chop and strike.

 

[Lassiter]

Objective 2 - Citadel Inquisitorius
Location: Inside Citadel
Allies: [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: [member="Jannik Morlandt"] (soon™ ???)
Special Equipment: Warden Cloak (Green)

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It was with soft and cautious footsteps that she followed the two sith lords. Her right hand had reached up to grab her left arm by the elbow as her thumb ran up and down along her arm in what she found to be an oddly comforting manner. The man had seemed to ignore her. Sena let her head hunch down again as her gaze turned sideway.

She needed to shake this off and go back to being herself. Back to being free and uncaring. She needed to man up and not let the lords terrify her. She gave it a shot, shook her head and for a second it worked. That small spark of courage that had been so promptly quelled returned as they came to a halt.

The man turned around and his eyes met hers. Every muscle and every bone within her became one with the floors beneath them.

Those eyes. The corrupted orange orbs of someone of the dark side. Another pocket of air found it’s way down her throat. A part of her wanted to freak out but she refused it. This was not the time for freaking out. A short moment that felt like an eternity passed them by. She couldn’t tell yet if she was safe or not. Would she ever? People around her had told stories of Sith and trust. Needless to say those stories didn’t help her calm down at all.

Then his voice echoed around her and she tensed up. Her hands clenched and her feet twisted, eyes closed and teeth gritted. He knew her name yet she did not know his. Sena had found herself at a disadvantage yet all she could afford the man was a nod.

Eyes opened up to look the man in his eyes again. She was not in a position to deny them and she never really had the intentions to do so in the first place either, had she? If these people wanted her then maybe she could trust them. Reluctantly. For now.

“Yes, … Sir.” She did not know his title after all, or name. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: Enroute to the Citadel (Fake Citadel)
Objective: Destroy the Citadel.
Allies: [member="Book"], [member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Lan Graendal"], [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
Enemies: Dark Side Stuff? [member="Darth Nephthys"]

His J-1 descended into the valley that was below. It seemed as if the world became silent, for but one moment and then all hell broke loose. It took him a moment to register what he was seeing. It looked as if the ground was rising up itself and then being consumed by itself. He felt the death of already landing Republic troops, of Jedi, of Sith, of everyone. Whether they were in the canyon or not, he didn't know, all he felt was the overwhelming anger, death, and negative sensations through the Force.

He knew it was a good minute of him simply gliding through the air before he realized the lock on system was flashing. He blinked, and in his panic, Haytham veered down to the planet. The illusion had fallen, but there were people below him who needed help. Was the information on his Master more important than the people who were dying?

In response, he disabled the missile targeting system, switched to lasers, and swerved his Interceptor towards the further away siege line.