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LOCATION: Spaceport, Landing Bay 88-N OBJECTIVE:Defend the Spaceport ALLIES:[member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Darth Valtryx"] ENEMIES:[member="Vulpesen"] | [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] | [member="Gherron Vael"]
The beeping was not emanating from Darth Adekos. Adekos was not carrying any grenades.
Vulpesen, however, was carrying an innordinate amount of equipment. Including grenades. And those were the three grenades that had been primed.
He sneered, contempt more than evident. "If it's all the same to you, I won't be exchanging retorts with a dead man."
Seeing as how he had started pacing the Darth instead of dealing with that, those grenades were probably going to explode... Right about now, actually.
"Oh, wait. I just did. More's the pity, I suppose."
Compressed air rippled toward Warok. Not enough of a blast to rip limbs off, burst his nasal cavity and rupture internal organs, but certainly enough to send him flying. Warok stood his ground, catching the unlit chain whip in an extended paw, ceasing its motion. He held out one gauntleted arm to receive the blow, fist pointed up, knuckles out, elbow bent. With the power of technology he would stem this tide and-
“Yuurp.”
Warok grunted (squeaked) as an unseen hand grabbed his rather tiny body and hoisted it through the air, into the grasp of the very physical fingers of Darth Adekos, who dropped him unceremoniously.
Surprise flitted briefly through the Ewok. The One Sith did indeed look after their own, or at least some did. The pint-sized warrior wasted no time philosophizing over the ethics of megalomaniacs.
While the taller foe spoke, Warok moved. Battle was no place for unbroken monologues.
The Spirit Power surged through him, as insistent as a storm wind. He leapt through the air in an Ataru somersault that carried him over the Jedi who'd howled. Warok landed lightly behind the Jedi and turned to confront the foe’s back. The light dagger at the end of the chain whip activated with a snap-hiss and a crimson glow. Warok made the chain whip sing about him, a bronze blur in tune with the rhythm of death.
Location: Space port, apparently
Objective: Try not to laugh at the cuddly Sith ewok
Allies: [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
Enemies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Darth Adekos"]
At Vulpesen's words, Gherron nodded. These two Sith were in fact stronger than the ones he'd faced on Korriban, but he was stronger as well, and so was his friend. These two may think they had the upper hand, but he had confidence that would soon change. Keeping his eyes set on the two foes, he brought his weapon up to his face in his favored defensive form of soresu, all the while channeling the force into his limbs, preparing himself for a burst of speed. He felt the buildup of force in the man next to him, also getting ready for the battle. It was time to dance.
Note... never give your plan away if its a sneak attack. it didn't take long for Vulpesen's ears to pick up the true location of the sound and in a moment he redirected his abilities in the force, not at the steel of his daggers but at the grenades at his hips. "Damn!" The explosives laaunched away from him at the rate of his usual daggers, that is to say, about as fast as an Arrow. [member="Darth Adekos"]' monologue having saved his life By the time the sith lord said now, the explosives were far enough that only the sound of their explosions affected the zorren, albeit at a near crippling pain in his ears. "E'chuta!"His hands shot towards the sith, refusing to let him repeat the trick as a series of daggers exploded from his coat, ten of the blades racing for the lords chest, fueled by the Zorrens pain in the force.
As for [member="Warok the Defiler"]'s saber, Vulpesen's ducking in pain manged to save him from the first unleashing coils while his twilight armor would would bear the next few shots until he could move again. From behind, the coat thankfully covered his entire body with the phrik covered cloth, making him near impervious to a weapon such as the Ewok's.
(You made it sound a bit more like you were the one with the detonators, though that might have been me. Normally, anyone with super hearing can tell if the beeping is coming from them. Also, Vulpesen had the grenades hidden in his coat, not displayed on a belt.)
Anti-infantry turrets came to life, just outside the perimeter of the overlapping ray and particle shield. Firing up, they sprang to life, returning a barrage of attacks against incoming vehicles and assailants alike ([member="Sanya Val Lerium"], @Catherin Soja, [member="Kian Karr"]). They volleys were nearly blinding, as this was a fortress world for a reason. It didn't get the moniker from laying around and being lazy. Within the facility, Gabriel read the inscription across his arm band as the shielding showed itself in over lapping bubbles. :article Shield 85%::. He shook his head and pressed the communications device against ear.
"Pull energy from the inward ray system to supplement the particle shield. Call your tech crew in from the adjacent barracks and bring them in for emergency duty. Get Caf and cigarras. I want them on constant anti-splicing routine. If someone breaks into the defenses, however difficult that would be, I want to be notified and I want the presence removed immediately." This was their territory, home turf. The Sith Lord imagined that that sort of thing afforded a modicum of advantage.
The lights flickered in the facility as power was pulled, geothermal pumps supplementing the electrical current to push the shields back up to snuff. Gabriel considered planting a majority of his forces on the access ways to the underground generator facility. Instead, he dispersed them, as to not give clue to what was an almost unnoticeable entry way. Even if someone were to find it, it would be quite difficult to bypass the array of defenses in place (emergency blast doors, roof mounted turrets, and door shielding). In the back of his mind, he realized that getting into the spaceport was really the only way to take the location over. And with the difficulty of the shields, well...he wasn't stupid. Reaching out with shatterpoint, he began to push mental feelers out towards the schisms and chords that defined the present and the prospective future. While he stood still, eye closed, the world opened to him, quantum futures resting atop one another, the potentials coalescing in equal possibilities. Only time, or his coordination, would dictate the true outcome. In the grace of forward thinking, he pressed a button across the screen on his wrist, indicating the need to prepare orbital forces for the prospect of being overrun.
The anti-aircraft weaponry honed in on an incoming vessel. Studded turrets twisted against their base and fired full force against the vessel ([member="Aaralyn Rekali"]). The targeting systems quickly ascertained speed and adjusted trajectory accordingly.
Forces:
-Controls for defenses, as well as controls for shielding, are inside the spaceport. Anti-Slicer group deployed within facility. -Shields: Recharging at 90% -750 vong on ground (kraetos shields on 200) -Additional platoons capable of orbital drop from the Right Hand (not engaged in fleet combat) or the Conquers Ring (Savan Class Carrier) in orbit
LOCATION: Prak City Spaceport OBJECTIVE: 1, Defend Spaceport ALLIES: Himself. Maybe [member="Matsu Xiangu"] ENEMIES: You
A party? No, not really. He wouldn’t be staying.
Benedict was never Johnny Football Hero. You didn’t bring him in to meet the family, charm the knickers off mum, and watch the game with ol’ dad. No, he was the leather jacket wearing type, with the tattoos and the pompadour, riding up on his bike and revving his engine outside the house until your daughter came running out with little more than an “I’m going out!” and no indication as to when she’d be back.
You’d grow to hate him for the rift he made, for the family he wrecked.
But you’d hate him even more for how little he cared about it.
He didn’t care a bit. Honest, guv.
Honest.
Matsu closed the distance, her contact causing his face to involuntarily flush that slight red of a light sunburn, shaking loose Zeltron pheromones. He replaced the lost cigarette almost as soon as she took it, grinning wickedly around the new stogie like a mischievous little boy.
He said nothing, watching her carry on as the smoke escaped through the cracks in his teeth, twisting and curling in the air like a rotten tree; like it were aware of itself, and it were trying to seem scary. Lingering traces of black eyeliner kissed his cheeks, as though his make-up had been caught in the rain.
In truth, he hadn’t minded-to-outright enjoyed [member="Mala"], the little fox thing she spoke of. Her positive attitude, its transformative ability to make the best of a bad situation, to love her life in Hell.
Benedict hoped Matsu hadn’t killed her.
Of course, she didn’t, yeah. That little critter was magick, she was. Divine Alchemy. Poodoo into Gold.
And as he studied Matsu’s mouth, its electric interplay with her cheeks, the corners of her eyes, and the soft cadence of her voice while she talked about…whatever the hell it was she was talking about, Benedict realized that if he had gone blind at this exact moment, if asked, he would have described this claw-fingered genocide machine’s demeanor as “bouncy.” Here, giggling with her mates. [member="Vrag"] and her snick-snide-snarkery, trying her damndest, though she may as well have been on Mars. They were all so regular and human despite their constant efforts to convince everyone they were monsters.
And it just made it that much more dreadful that we were all so hopelessly karking doomed.
Like some bastard teenager had thrown a brick at a shop window, a shatterpoint formed over the face of Rawk Idol Emperor Plague-Us as it was emblazoned on Benedict’s t-shirt; Like ol’ Gandge had shot himself all over again whilst cheesing it for the Imperial mugshot camera.
The guttermage’s smile adopted a bittersweet quality as he rested a hand lightly on her shoulder, ensuring he garnered her attention, the stink of Naboo algae-tobacco heavy on his nails.
And it occurred to him that, despite all the devotion to the sorrow, all the miserabilia collected over the years, that maybe Mala was absolutely right, and that the most Spunk Rawk thing any of us could do is grin in the face of Armageddon.
“I’m going crazy, petal,” he began, his features bestowed a radiant glow of the recently layed; his voice possessive of the hard-won inner peace of a depressive finally resolving to kill himself at the end of the day, but not before offering you his XBOX.
Location: northeast of Spaceport
Objective: the capture of the space port
Allies: The galactic republic & friends [member="Kian Karr"]
Enemy: sith and there friends acquaintances, [member="Reverance"]
It had been over 30 minutes now since the last report, and Sanya was growing complacent. "it shouldn't be much longer now" she kept telling her self. another five minutes had past and static started brake through. "commander Lerium come in." sanya's head immediately spun to the radio and rushed over "what's the situation?" she knew something happened "the enemies defenses have open fire against teams one and two." explosion still could be herd in the background "sir another tank as gone.""ahh not another one" that was not good news but losses where expected "How many have gone down?" it's news that never sound good no matter how it was said "we have lost four so far." the fire would only keep up the faster those shield are down the less lives that will be lost.
"okay move team three to the eastern side of the Spaceport asap, and report back in 30 minutes, and make sure it is 30 this time". the soldier took a sec to reply due to a loud explosion "yes sir" Sanya sat back in her chair and let out a long exhale. "I need to stop been brought in to these wars" she pulled down her hood down an instant and went to reciting the Jedi code in her head.
Npc location, objective, number:
Team 1
location: front of Spaceport
number: 47
current objective: bring down shield
Team 2
location: Back of Spaceport
number: 49
current objective: bring down shield
Team 3
location: moving towards eastern side of Spaceport
Number: 50
current objective: back up team 1,2 on taking down shield around Spaceport
Team 4
location: 7,K (9)
Number: 50
current objective: secure a perimeter
Team 5
location: 7,K (5)
Number: 50
current objective: secure a perimeter
Team 6
location: 8,K (7)
Number: 50
current objective: secure a perimeter
Team 7
location: 8,K (1)
Number: 50
current objective: secure a perimeter
Coralskippers (70, Illusions) Orders: Swarming the Valiant. Heavy casualties.
Objective: See "Orders."
Dranok's eyes remained closed as he saw everything that happened. He didn't need those tactical Holoscreens and constant data readings to know that his little tactic hadn't worked. Or had it? He had indeed wanted to see how the Republic would react to things appearing out of nothingness to see if they would doubt the believe-ability of every ship out here in the vastness of space. However, they had their own tricks up their sleeves and the Sith Lord was only slightly surprised to hear the Yammosk exclaiming with frustration.
That was when it was time for Darth Arcis to pick up the slack. Combining his lifetime's experience in his chosen art and the vastly increased amplifier that the Meditation sphere offered - he could very well coordinate battles entire star systems away. That would no doubt limit his total usefulness and would be less and less the further he went, but this battle was very close and soon to be very personal for both sides. They would interlock at some point in time if things didn't go as planned.
Settling into his meditative state, Dranok began coordinating the minds and souls of every single warrior, crewman, pilot, and janitor in the entire One Sith fleet. He felt the anger and carnal desire for blood and pain from the Yuuzhan Vong, the nervous yet completely focused mindsets of Imperial gunners, and the resolutely determined minds of the various senior officers and top-tier strategists of the fleet. With Darth Arcis at their back, they knew victory was in their hands all the way to the bottom of their souls. There was to be no doubt, only bravery, courage, and selfless service. It was as if the gunner for that flak cannon knew where that fighter was going to be, it helped that turbolaser crewman tilt the barrels to just the right angle, and gave the confidence every pilot needed to rest assured that brothers-in-arms had his back.
They fought as one body, each living being had a role to play. They were a hand. They could squeeze together and salute, shake a hand in greeting, and curl into a fist whenever he so desired.
Generations from now, they would tell tales of the great One Sith victory at Prakith.
Catherine Soja Location: Enroute to the Spaceport Objective: objective 1 - Prak City Spaceport Allies: None Communications lost 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 they arrived she was held down with her soldiers from the weapons fire and a shield. As they all dived for cover she looked around seeing no way inside the shield perimeter physically. She already knew there was few ways with what she had to hand a shield. She sat behind a small wall with the infantry and began to focus trying to find the generator amid all the electrical systems and grids she had to find the one that stretched to the barrier itself. It’d be hard for her to find it but she did it was deep inside she couldn’t turn it off normally from here. But she could try to damage it. With her focus she began to pull at the internal parts of the generator to try to dislodge them break them and thus cut power to the shield generator. She pulled with all her focus in the force it was no guarantee but she had to try had to keep pulling.
NPCs Location: Enroute to Spaceport on Shuttles Controller: Catherine Soja Republic Soldiers [8 of 12] Objective: Infiltrate Spaceport Opponents: Unknown as of yet
The Troops ran into cover some of the infantry falling to shots from the turrets dying fast as the rest ducked down desperately behind cover. As they waited hoping somebody could figure out a solution they tried to find a way to fire back against the shield throwing thermal detonators at high levels of power like grenades.
Location: Beneath the volcanic ground for Graug, and within the false citadel for Blackblades Controller:Warchief Malgrog (NPC Commander), Darth Vornskr (PC Commander) Forces:
The Sith Lord began to descend from the citadel apex, occasionally glanced out from parapets to see how the battle was fairing down below. As he neared one of the large chambers towards the center of the spire, he was joined by two silent centurions wearing heavy armored colored a blood red, and each wielded a single saberstaff that clinked as the base of the hilt struck the ground with each of their steps. Besides him and his guards, there was a platoon of obsidian-colored Blackblade soldiers stationed in the citadel's internal garrison. He did not expect a sudden an immediate attack on Prakith, for who would be so foolish as to attack the Sith's greatest fortress world? Apparently the Republic.
However; Vornskr's power laid deep beneath the volcanic earth, where great tunnels had been dug by the mighty Colossal Dread Spiders of Gratos, commanded by a legion of ten thousand Fornow Graug who had created a subterranean fortress beneath the plateau, as they had been doing for many months leading up to this day.
Even now as the battle raged above, they prepared for war. Armor was strapped to their scaly, muscular hides, and weapons both ranged and melee were primed and sharpened to be used against the Republic heathens who had stepped foot on hallowed Sith ground. They were led by one Graug whose size dwarfed all others, a mighty Warchief whose right hand and forearm had been hacked off, and replaced by a grisly blade tempered by Sith Alchemy. He was known as Warchief Malgrog the Savage, and he ruled over the Graug Horde of Fornow with an iron bladefist but his loyalties laid with the former Sith Emperor of the Old Empire. When the Empire fell, it was he who denounced Vulcanus as Emperor, and took himself and those who were loyal to the other side of the galaxy to follow Darth Vornskr, and serve him as his mighty vanguard, and the engineers of his siege weaponry. Alone they had transformed the planet Fornow from a temperate forest world into a barren wasteland, marred by massive mining quarries and iron-spiked foundries that churned black smoke endlessly.
However; the Graug Legion would stay below ground until given an express order from Vornskr, who quickly moved to react to a report of infiltration on the citadel's mid-levels.
Impervious? From the lightsaber? Sure. From the thick lump of beskar spinning at blurring speeds? Fat chance.
Phrik-woven cloaks and fancy armor might save Vulpesen from being cut in half, but they wouldn't save him from suffering a cracked rib, severe bruising, or any combination of broken bone therein.
Warok spun the chain into a fevered pitch, then struck, whipping the chain with the light dagger on it not toward Vulpesen's back, but at knee level - which was roughly near the Ewok's height anyway. If the blow struck, Vulpesen would find his legs wrapped tight by a chain of beskar. The heavy lightsaber emitter was constructed from beskar as well, so while the lightsaber would not cut him in his armor the thunk of the emitter head might leave some severe bruising, or at least give him a dead leg.
If Warok succeeded in wrapping up the fox-boy's legs he would give a heave on the chain in an attempt to drag Vulpesen off his feet.
Location: Prakith City Spaceport Control Room
Objective: Protect the Spaceport
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Darth Adekos"], [member="Warok the Defiler"], [member="Khallesh"], [member="Darth Valtryx"], [member="Reverance"], Colonel Mathias III (NPC)
Enemies: [member="Sanya Val Lerium"], [member="Catherine Soja"], [member="Kian Karr"], [member="Gherron Vael"], [member="Sressechka"], [member="Aquila Audax"], [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"], [member="Vulpesen"], [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]
Location: Prakith City Spaceport
Controller: Baroness Magrath
Forces:
Colonel Mathias III
4 Fenrir Guardsmen
6 Fen'Harel class Anti-Air Mobile Weapons Platforms
Tamed Pet Nexu
Objective: Defend the Spaceport / Protect the Baroness
Opponents: The Republic / Any whom would harm the Baroness
A thunderous melody, the simplest way of putting to words the sounds that the Fen'Harels made when they fired in unison. Each unit faced differing directions as its duty remained the protection of the spaceport. Their crews working rapidly to pull the two heavy anti-vehicle blaster cannons into position, firing upon the formations of shuttles as they dropped into their steep dives as a means to avert the fire that was being laid upon them. The heavy guns sounding off each time, their bursts in unison shaking the ground, causing those lesser around them to tremble. A wicked grin had remained upon the woman's face, her golden-yellow hues looking out through the large view screen. Watching as the flash crawled from the barrels before the bright red blaster bolt tore through the sky. She traced along it as quickly as she could before her eyes were met with the burst of red and orange flame encircled by black plumes of smoke as another shuttle was torn into.
"They are preforming admirably Colonel. I dare even say that when this is over we should make a note of how brave those Republic soldiers are."
For the Baroness this was all business and she saw no reason to make some kind of remembrance for those Republic soldiers that were losing their life in what she had already deemed a futile situation for the Republic to put itself in. Though she was not so overconfident that the tide of battle wouldn't turn that she didn't have a means to evacuate in the off chance that such an outcome came to be born. For now her focus was upon the guns she had brought to bear against a respectable enemy whom was gracious enough to provide her targets and test subjects.
Her wicked grin grew slightly as it tugged upon the edges of her mouth when another flash struck out before the ground shook beneath her feet. Still the lady, the Baroness merely smoothed her gown out, pushing away the wrinkles as she made another note upon the datapad that she carried in the crook of her elbow. Her free hand returning to the head of her pet Nexu as it purred next to her, amazingly calm even with all the turmoil and the thunderous noise.
AT THE REAL CITADEL
[member="Jannik Morlandt"] [member="SV-421"] and [member="Dass Tallav"].
So for this reason, Nephthys would leave Carach and Sena to their own objective. Meanwhile Nephthys had hers.
Reports were coming in from the initial security sweeps. Medical care along with the internal emergency crews would move in closer to attempt to determine what happened down in the catacombs.
They would still search. It was a head to toe precaution, one that every attempt to find anything suspicious would be dealt with. Nothing would be spared and anything suspicious reported.
So towards the Atrium Nephyths would go. It was there that the scrying bowl of the Chosen of Vahl state would rest.
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
LOCATION: The Citadel Objective: Defend Controler: Nepthys
Yuuzhan Vong Soldiers: 20,000 with Yuuzhan Vong crab armor treated with the Baffor Worm. Applicable weaponry such as razor bugs, Spark bugs, singularity mines, borash jelly, and all other normal vong weapons apply - all over the citadel and grounds.
Dovin basals were activated -- the micro singularities adjusted by five for defense, while the other 4 began to spew out These were spherical creatures that were able to generate powerful gravitational fields that were used mainly as propulsion devices and shields. They were capable of creating micro-black holes that could absorb laser shots at spacecraft, as well as almost anything else, from proton torpedoes to concussion missiles. Groups of dovin basals were capable of generating inhibition fields which served as a type of force field to trap enemies in certain areas.
Dovin basals could also dramatically drain deflector shields from nearby enemy craft -- and if the incoming air support had those, in the following next minutes they would soon start to feel the effects.
For now, however, they would take up the mantle of protecting the area. But not all would be safe. 200 vong along with another two hundred of Yarghan would fall from defeat under the rain of fire.
[member="Haytham Kaze"] would continue to see the Chrom Vrome flinging hot plasma gobules straight at him from the writhing tentacles of the volcano like entity. The starfighters by [member="Vilaz Munin"] would continue to see the splashing of hot molten plasma onto the incoming air support. Like Yaret-Kor , these projectiles were powerful enough to melt through the hull of a New Republic starfighter, and collisions could easily knock fighters off their flight paths or stun enemy pilots. These weapons were difficult to counter, even with the advantage of deflector shields.
Trajectory would be tracked from the incoming skotchas. Another Grokata fell, but this time the Rakamat were ready.
With the ability to shoot out up to 2 kilometers, they would begin their counter artillery at the area set up by [member="Lan Graendal"] with the skotchas.
[member="Arumi Zy"] was unstoppable. He cut a swath of blood and Yuuzhan Vong black blood as he would make headway towards the first Firebreather. One Sith dead would lay at his feet, his beskad dripping black blood upon the ground. He would not be denied.
His brothers in arms would be with him [member="Preliat Mantis"] and [member="Vilaz Munin"]. they too would feel the heat of the firebreathers.
Here those spindly legs of the Firebreathers would continue to sweep across republic forces, blasting out the flammable mixture as fire would catch.
But Arumi was not to be deterred -- until there, before him, came the first firebreather.
THE FIGHT WAS ON!
The reptoid Chazrach warriors would move to get closer to [member="Elizie Adasca"] and [member="Veino Garn"], their blades at the ready to attack.
[member="Varus Shatterstar"] would find another implanter at his rear, its forearms lifting up before it would attempt to jump onto its back.
Those remaining Jedi upon the breeding grounds would soon find themselves overrun by Implanters, all seeking to make seed coral slaves with the implantation of 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
LOCATION: The Breeding Grounds Objective:
I have tagged folks in the description on what is being done.
but the big guy, Chromvrone is attacking all incoming airsupport with hot plasma gobules that work just like Yaret-Kor
Objective 2 - Citadel Inquisitorius
Location: Inside Citadel
Allies: [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: [member="Quinn Vos"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Jaxton Ravos"], [member="Jannik Morlandt"]
Special Equipment: Warden Cloak (Green)
Oh she was very aware of what a ‘sith lord’ might ask of her. It was why she asked, wasn’t it? To see if she had to selflessly sacrifice herself as she had done so many times before. Not that she ever had, and clearly she wouldn’t. Had this been any other person she would have fed him a disgusted look. She still did, in a sense, as her eyes wandered to his belt and then up at his face again.
“Not like that.” Her eyebrow slowly rose to question the man despite her best effort to stop it. “I mean you and your friend there. What would you need my help with?”
Head turned to look for the other woman but she was gone. Eyes scoured the room but seemingly couldn’t find her. Her other eyebrow raised to join the other in surprise.
Location: Spaceport, Landing Bay 88-N Objective: Defend Spaceport, Kill Alexandra Allies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Darth Adekos"] Enemies: [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] (Main Target) [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Gherron Vael"]
"You do not command me!" Valtryx shouted, sending a small Force Push into her former master, just enough to distract her slightly. In her distraction, the Yodaling would leap over and begin another flurry of attacks from behind. "Kill you, I must. Unless, The Sith, you join." Her blade spun infront of her with blinding speed after finishing her barrage of attacks, and instead she now jumped backwards, creating a gap of two or three meters. Holding her saber in a reverse grip and raising her spare hand towards Alex, Valtryx began channeling all of her hatred and anger towards the Echani in the form of a vicious barrage of lightning. It crackled from her fingertips brighter than she had ever managed, yet not as focused as it could have been. Nevertheless, it managed to reach it's target, but whether it would hit her was up to her reactions and thinking.
"I am more powerful than I ever was!" A shout came from the Yodaling over the sound of the lightning.
This truly was not Minna.
Location: Aboard the Destroyer Noblesse Oblige Objective: Defeat the Sith Fleet Allies: [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] [member="Jack Rand"] Enemies: [member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Boan Rein"]
No, they would emerge victorious!
The Rendili woman refused to allow pragmatic thoughts inside her head. The battle was certainly much more intense and well coordinated on the Sith side than at Manaan, however, the Republic was backed by several victories in naval operations and certainly had much more confidence coming into this fight. Those that heeded the voice that spoke to everyone earlier as well appeared to fight twice as hard as before, those who felt obligated to crush the Sith to rescue the grandmaster supposedly held captive on the Sith dreadnought were more than driven to crush the Sith forces arrayed before them per the Admiral's plans to leave the Immortal alone and much more defenseless to move in on the kill for. If the Grandmaster really were trapped aboard that ship then once all other obstacles were cleared it would be a simple task to cripple it and follow up on that lead.
Besides, they had a formidable commander leading the assault against the enemy fleet in this battle. One who had proven himself quite capable at Manaan and other conflicts, and in addition he had plenty of excellent crews with combat experience around, most of the ships were the same as those that had fought against the Sith in the last battle, aside from the vessels that had been destroyed. It was these who were used to Admiral Stahlmann's command that were more than dedicated to the battle plan and crushing the Sith on their own world for once that fought against the Sith. It was a fleet proven to more than match them, but this time Camellia felt they had an even better edge. One the Rendili woman and shipwright owner was proud of.
"Don't let up the attack! Bring that vong cruiser down! Ready the railgun and fire! All batteries open up on that eyesore and turn it to dust, hunks of rock like that are worth nothing more!" The support frigate had pulled up to the Noblesse now and between the destroyer's defense emplacments and its own, the AA fire from the flak flak guns each targeting the enemy bombers as they came into its field of fire and targeting range opened up on the Sith units. The Republic defense squadrons for the Noblesse Oblige splitting into three smaller units, one moving to intercept the approaching bombers being hit by the flak, of course not in any danger of friendly fire as they were updated on the larger ships firing solutions and trajectories to keep out of the defense guns attack, while the other two made a slight curve to come from the right and left flanks of the enemy units and hit their front from the angles to crush those that moved away from the approaching interceptor squadrons or to obliterate them from angles that would purge the enemy units while allowing safe approach and attack patterns for the Republic fighters.
The Sith bombers could turn on them and engage in dogfights, but then sacrifice their original goal while still incurring heavy losses from the Republic squadrons attack and the AA fighter they already took by then, or they could continue their approach and see how many warheads they could fire off before being wiped out. In truth, Camellia expected very few shots to be pulled off by the time the Sith fighters were in range. The flak cannons had better range than the bomber's payloads, and the Republic squadrons would reach them just before they entered range as well since the bombers were slower, of those that survived to get off their missiles, those themselves would be targeted by the point defense emplacements, leaving just the few that got past those to hit their mark. This was made all the easier still by the fact that the enemy vong forces were much less effective and capable once their yammosk was blocked off by the GAM on the Remembrance.
Resulting in very little threat to her precious ship. While the Sith would lose several squadrons on a suicide run because they didn't provide proper screening against the possibility of the flak frigate or cover against the Republic fighters. An oversight on their commander's part, though their flight leader ought to have been smart enough to say something. Then again, the Sith put fear into their soldiers and trained them to be mindlessly dedicated and obedient. It was both terrifying and stupid, and in truth worked better in the case of mass deployment of infantry than it did for soldiers utilizing high performance equipment or in unique positions. The only thing worse than such in the Rendili woman's mind for a military was an army of untrained civilians who could be prone to being easily broken.
Still, the Sith certainly at least had an overarching Commander who made this battle quite the pain. Their defensive tactics were making quite the use of the Immortal, and the initial deployment of the Dovin Basins to minimize the effectiveness of the Republic Fleet's second barrage was clever, though after the Republic had used the GAM technology at Manaan she would have thought the Sith might have count on to how the Vong technology of the Yammosks and Dovin Basins could be thrown into quite the disarray. Honestly they really should have brought out some more effective or new technologically based ships than vong vessels, they were simple to counter against when one knew how and the Republic did. All they had to do was level them now.
With the Railgun readied by now there was only one order for Camellia to give. "Fire!" And with that another flash sparked ahead of the Noblesse as its main weapon let loose once more and the hail of red death spewed from the turbolaser batteries continued on, along with those of the rest of the Republic fleet still targeting the Vong cruiser, Yralf, aiming to destroy it. The Republic forces still moving in their formation and continuing their aforementioned motion since the last report from the Admiral, aiming to drive hard against the Sith. Camellia was looking for the railgun of the Noblesse to make a solid hit soon. After all, if one were to look back at its demonstration, the round had cracked a small asteroid, and as far as she knew, Vong ships were living rock weren't they?
She wondered how long till she cracked one of those with her ship.
Summary
Shook head of moping at the end of previous post
Lots of reasons for confidence and morale driving crews on
Continuing previous orders for fleet movement
Continuing momentum of attack since the GAM hit the Vong Yammosk
Continuing attack specifically on the Yralf
Taking care of the Sith Bomber Squadrons appraoching
The Sith had seemed to make the first move. Watching the saber strike against Vulpesen's coat, Gherron was a bit surprised when it held up. Whatever protective coating he had, he'd make sure to prod about it later. However, the next attack seemed to be going for his legs, and he couldn't allow that. Junping forward, he jabbed his lightsaber inbetween the chain links, disrupting the swing as it arced over. "You are one jumpy little critter, aren't you?" Releasing the chain, he smirked at the ewok. "You wanna pick on someone? Come on. Let's see what you've got."
LOCATION: Spaceport, Landing Bay 88-N OBJECTIVE: Defend the Spaceport ALLIES: [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Darth Valtryx"] ENEMIES: [member="Vulpesen"] | [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] | [member="Gherron Vael"]
There was a flash of realization in his opponent's eyes just before he acted. The Zorren caught on to his ploy and, miraculously, managed to avoid a fiery death by flinging the thermal detonators away just in time. Darth Adekos had no desire to stand still and await Vulpesen's next move. The grenades wrenched themselves from the Zorren's coat, prompting Adekos to vanish under a Force Cloak and start moving before they even exploded. This turned out to be a good decision. Ten daggers shot through the air, soaring through the space the Umbaran had previously been standing, before clattering uselessly on the other side of the hangar bay. Pointy bits of metal were no match to the fully arrayed power of the Force.
He reappeared again a little ways off from where he was. Now he was behind Gherron Vael, about a dozen or so feet away. This man had made the mistake of interfering with Warok's business. Typical Jedi. They could never leave well enough alone. Why this one was consorting with some neanderthaloid clearly tainted by the more sinister aspects of the Force was beyond him. Another sign that the Jedi weren't as picky in choosing their allies as they used to be. Maybe, one of these days, he would defect as well. And everyone could simply forget his innumerable crimes.
Well, Adekos could dream.
Instead of wasting any more time on daydreaming, the Umbaran reached out with the Force and attempted to telekinetically seize Gherron's neck. The Jedi Knight would find it hard to breathe at that moment and even harder to talk. Provided Adekos wasn't interrupted, he would continue to constrict Gherron's air flow until the Jedi lost consciousness.
Location: 1 Kilometer away from the breeding grounds.
Allies: [member="Lan Graendal"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Objective: Breeding Grounds
"They've engaged. Now would be a good time to get to work." Stanley pointed out.
He didn't have to tell Book twice. The Yuuzhan Ving and their beasts directly engaged the Republic force at the breeding grounds. For whatever reason, the airstrike had not yet fallen yet, so things were only going to get messier.
Meanwhile, the handful of drop ships landed in a triangle behind a rocky outcropping. A long, mostly flat field was to the east, and there the Republic bombers would land for refit and resupply.
"We'll hold here until the Jedi call us." The Dreadguard grunted as he hefted a standard E-Web turret up over the outcropping.
Anything that came for the ships - which were now offloading crates of ordnance for the bombers to fire beneath the outcropping - would receive a very rude welcome.
"Position marked. They'll be landing here soon. How's the leg?"
"I can still walk. Patch me into Master Graendal's signal."
Meanwhile, that small amount of men within the drop ships busied themselves with setting up small deflector shields around the small base. They clipped portions of detachable wall into the rock below, and created a barrier that rose a little above waist high around most of the camp.
The FOB would take time, but so long as they remained quiet and never fired a shot, it was unlikely they would be seen over the clamor at the breeding grounds.
Location: En route to spaceport
Objective: Objective 1- Spaceport
Allies: [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Ayden Quell"]
Enemies: OS
Rael jumped down out of the transport after Master Karr. However, he didn't roll, he simply crouched when he landed, and used his legs as a spring, almost. It hurt a little, but nothing the Kaleesh couldn't handle. He sabers came to his hands, but remained off. Rael heard Karr's voice through his comm, and responded, "Right behind you, master." He looked around at the force Kian was leading. He smirked, and started moving with the group.
He kept his eyes peeled as they moved through the city, expecting an ambush. Rael adjusted his armorweave cloak, bringing it over his shoulders. If they were ambushed, he hoped it would be able to stop at least the first shot. He followed Karr and Ayden, both Jedi he had met before. That was good, considering Gherron, his master, was off somewhere else on the planet. "Ready." He responded to Karr. "Let's do this."
article Shield 85%::. He shook his head and pressed the communications device against ear.
