The Shadows' Awakening (SA vs SJO)

[Valkren Calderon]

Aegis Base, trenches.

Colonel Calderon was witness to the explosion on the airstrip before the sirens alerted the rest of the lot. From his position in the open trenches of Aegis base, and through the shield, he could see the terrorist attack as it happened. The sight of the attack made the young officer take a step back, taking in the sudden idea of the attack at the temple. He'd fish out an earpiece from one of his pouches, placing it in a good resting place in his left ear. As it sprung to life, he would be flooded with information and a string of NCO's and first responders barking orders to each other to attempt to asses the situation and respond with protection of all assets and civilians.

"Lowder, grab my kit. Meet me in the control center." He'd state, still glaring at the explosion like he held some sort of resentment for the blaze itself.

"Copy sir." The intel officer's voice buzzed through as Valkren turned on his heel and retreated inside. He'd pass groups of Rangers clad in Katarn armor, and groups of dragoons and berserkers scrambling with their full kits to occupy the trenches and every corner they could. A terrorist attack meant that Aegis base was very likely to be targeted as well, so many of the soldiers knew what was at risk here.

As Calderon entered what he referred to as the 'war room,' he was met with groups of intel officers rushing to him and giving him a mix of information. The Colonel removed his outer most layer of fatigues that covered his torso, preparing to suit up in his own Katarn armor that Lowder was recovering from the armory now.

As he prepared to suit up in the middle of the room, he raised his voice to begin the movement of the assets he had at play here. "Right, I want every shooter ready for engagements. Send a platoon of rangers to the airstrip, the Grandmaster was supposed to be meeting with a landing party. I want status of Grandmaster Yune and her party yesterday, people."

He'd fold the upper layer of his fatigues in his hands, setting it down on an empty table, before removing his side arm and holster from his leg. He knew protocol had him remain in the safety of the base, but he wised to be ready for anything. If it really came down to his close friends at the temple being in danger, then protocol wouldn't mean much to him by that point.

Colonel Calderon stopped one of the intel specialists as she passed, quieting his voice as he spoke to her. "Assure that we receive confirmation that Arisa is okay. Also, send out parties to look for Miss Kitra and any other members of our group. Have them contact me with confirmation of their safety. We'll send out all the help we can once we get a better grasp on the situation at hand."

She simply snapped off a salute and nodded at this order, moving to make the connections to make it so. Valkren moved up to one of the front monitors as he waited for his own armor and kit to arrive.

"Someone connect me with Sergeant Torran, I want him on standby as my direct line to the field until I can get out there myself."

The young officer ran his hand over his face and through his short cut hair before speaking up once more.

"And will someone give me a status on the security element that's supposed to be on their way to the airstrip?!"

All among the base, men and women were raiding the armory for their equipment if they had been off-duty. With everyone mobilizing into their respected positions due to protocol and repeated drilling, they made the best attempt they could at securing the area within the shielding. With that, also came the groups of rangers that prepared their own weaponry and expected to be the first in the fight, preparing to move to the airstrip.

Lieutenant Harris walked amongst the platoon of Katarn-clad Antarian Rangers, all preparing their Assault rippers as they prepared for the worst. The officer paced back and forth, checking over his team's equipment. After several inspections, he confirmed they were ready and ordered the embarkment of several Skyfall-ground-vehicles. With several of the SGV's equipped with mounted weapons, they'd make a show of force convoy as the first group began to leave the base to move to the attack site.


[member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Darren Torran"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Ailuros"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

Objective: Team A
Allies: [member="Krest"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Orion Darkstar"]
Enemies: [member="James Mathison"] [member="Arisa Yune"] Slivers and Allies
Equipment: Battle Armour, Saber staff, Healing Amulet

She kept an eye on her opponent, he now knew she was well armoured. As he moved the back power generators kicked in, her secondary objective. Though by now the Silver Jedi would possibly guess this, and protect it better. This gave the assassins an edge, as they divert troops to protect it, meaning less opposition for everyone else. As he came at with swift short attacks, she kept moving back, the first thing she teaches every acolyte about combat. This was if they try and press an attack keep your distance and by stepping back, as this one thing decrease their speed, by making them cover more distance. Then when they where ready move forward, quickly when they are, as increase your attack speed. He was looking looking for a weakness in her armour. She was waiting for a slash attack she take advantage of, by using her cortosis wrist guards to knock out his blades. Though she could not stay one place for too long, as if she did he would get help. She kept her distance as best she could and blocking a few of his blows waiting for the time to strike.

 

[Darth Ferus]

At his words the Assassins had separated, each going their own way to sow the chaos of War that was needed on their behalf. To the Silvers this will look like an attack from a rouge Lord seeking revenge, and that was the agenda Krest was going to push as much as he could. Shrouded in a brown cloak and hobbling along on his cane the Lord was the perfect picture of an elderly man searching to escape the explosion from before. He was greeted by kind souls, the security of the airstrip it seemed, and not a one sensitive to the Force.

"Sir, we're evacuating everyone to the plaza outside. Follow m-" His voice cut off as a hole suddenly appeared in his throat. The smell of burned flesh was the only sign of the attack, and as he fell his fellow security officers finally realized what had happened when the body hit the floor. The Sith Lord stood before them, his red saber humming in the air. The cane had been separated, the hilt of his saber free and the shaft held in his left hand.

"I appreciate your help, gentlemen." There was a polite smile on his face as he stepped forward and swung his blade, removing the heads of the pair. They tumbled down just as more of the citizens that wanted to get out of the building came. Struck with fear at the sight of both the red blade in the Zabrak's hand and the dead bodies before them, they remained still as Krest turned his blood red eyes their way.

"I hear they're evacuating everyone to the Plaza." They did not see him approach, but they saw as each was cut down. None of them were prepared for this, and soon their bodies, or the pieces left, littered the now empty hallway. It was then that he heard the radio on one of the guards go off. Casually he lifted it up.

"The Sith have come, and your security is dead. You'd best send soldiers before the rest of the civilians die." There was a click as Krest crushed the radio in his hand, turning his attention forward. That should get their attention now.

[member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

Adega System, Near the Moon of Mim, Phasma Class Infiltrator
0452 Ossus Time, Present
Objective: Team B

The Nelvaanian guided the ship towards the base, his eyes flickering to notice another Phasma Class Infiltrator, heading directly for the same place as him, clearly a member of the Assassins. As he did, [member="Darth Lykos"]' transmission came through onto his terminal. He growled in response, shutting it off before a state of determination shrouded over his face. His ears flicked backwards, as he turned his ship to completely mirror the other ship in front of him. He sent a notification, to the ship with the words "Honas'di, behind." going through to the pilot of [member="Leliana"]'s vessel. With that, he set the ship on auto-pilot, set to echo the movements of the ship in front. He had his faith in it's pilot.

In the meantime, he shifted out of his seat grabbing onto his spear and holstering it onto his back, his eyes seemingly shifting to a purple hue as he holstered it. Heading over to the back of the ship, he grabbed a small dagger and sliced a small cut in his right shoulder. Seemingly feeding the spear, as it began to glow slightly and a purple haze flowing around it.

He turned back and noticed the altitude of his ship, still seeing the one in front speeding along. The manuever that would take place would require some great skill to pull off, and Honas'di knew he'd have to pilot the ship himself to even attempt to perform it. That's what he did, he slid back into the seat and manned the controls. Readily waiting for the ship in front to perform the manuever.

Darth Ophidiahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/7973-darth-ophidia/http://starwarsrp.net/user/7973-darth-ophidia/ | Darth Abysshttp://starwarsrp.net/user/11847-darth-abyss/ | Krest | Orion Darkstar | Darth Banshee | Kaalia Voldaren

 

[Riamah]

With the wookie in tow, Ailuros grouped up with the Rangers. Her tail giving off irritated flicks of the tip as she had to wait for everybody to gather up. Turning to look at her companion, one of her ears tilted to the side.

"I'm not sure there room for you in our vehicles. And you never told me your name."

She knew they were going to be sent where they were needed and was prepared as well as she could be. What the situation was, she didn't know, but knew she was about to be deployed.

Taking the bag out of her belt, Ailuros took the catnip leaf out and swiftly inhaled its scent and felt the effect almost immediately. Her speed and senses hightend, she was more than ready for the upcoming fight.

[member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Leliana]

Adega System, Near the Moon of Mim, Phasma Class Infiltrator
0459 Ossus Time - Aegis Base
Objective: Team B - [member="Darth Lykos"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Honas'di"]
Equipment: Lightsaber, Daggers, Osaji Personal Shield, Hidden Blade and some explosives.

"A chitting hell, now what?" The pilot grumbled as Honas'di's short transmission reached him. He recognized the name, as he did with most of the members that made up the Sith Assassins. His hands were a blur as he interacted with the various terminals, switches and buttons around him. Whatever he had done and what had appeared on the screen didn't seem to make the pilot any happier.

"What's happened?" Leliana asked, a slight frown on her face.

"Honas'di has moved to our tail."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning. That I'm gonna have to adjust things so he doesn't have a rough ride following us." There was some more grumbling from the man, but he remained focused on the job at hand. "All right, you'll want to get to ready." Leliana gave him a curt nod before she strode out of the cockpit, heading towards where the ramp was.

The Phasma continued to hover across the ground as low as calculated, waiting until the right moment they were under the shield before the pilot pulled the vessel straight up. Both Leliana's and Honds'di's ships cut it close, just barely avoiding hitting the mountain's side with any real force; though there were a couple scrapes here and there that thankfully didn't disengage the cloaking. Once they had finally passed by the point where the shield's dome shape opened up more, the pilot let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay, looks like we've got a landing pad we can work with." He flew towards one of the empty landing pads, ones likely built to house vessels needed when shield generator had been constructed.

Leliana on the other hand was near the rear of the Phasma, having secured herself briefly prior to their sharp ascent. But was now back on her feet and awaiting for them to land. It took roughly another minute before the Phasma finally settled down.

"Keep the ship cloaked and remain hidden as long as possible." She spoke through the ship's intercom, moments before the ramp lowered and she disembarked.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Team A2
0447 Ossus time (present)
On Board Pirate Vessel: The Pracasi Correllia
En route to Ossus

Her eyes closed, she had a line of feeling cast far out into the Ossus system. Like a tentacle, it drifted in the winds of the Force and sensed for a sign of prey. The most minute tremor made it twist and in turn alert the Sith Lord of what she needed to knher ow. This loose strand of attention was all she needed when she knew what to look for: Alertness, response, subdued fear. She sensed it, like a being of the deep sees she tasted blood on the horizon.

It was always strange to act through another being. One never quite became accustomed to it, no matter how much practice one had. There was an undeniable 'otherness' one had to accept. In her experience, Darth Ophidia not only accepted it, but relied on it to remind her of who she was. Now, with a turn of her hand, she twisted the minds in her possession.

"Battle stations! Ready shields and prepare to give fire, we are coming in hot!"

The bridge bustled into action as the Sith Lord spoke through the captain's mouth and called to arms. Nervousness faded from the crew's faces as the orders brought them to a razor sharp attention. Fear was still there, oh yes, she could feel it, but at their heart they had slowly come to feel a feverish hatred for all things established. And now, they had come to Ossus under the command of a Sith Lord.

The Pracasi Corellia came out of lightspeed within view, but still out of orbit of Ossus. Not making any pretence of peace, it immediately raised shields and put gunners at the ready. Pilots ran to their minor vessels inside the hangar, arming the six salvaged ships from a war long since fought. They were tattered on the outside, but working just fine. Many of their pilots had learned to fly in these crafts before the war ended and they fell on hard times. Some had fought for democracy, others for a dark lord, now they all fought because it was what they knew.

Ship and crew both, they were born to kill.

 

[Belgerath]

Ossus, Holding Cell Block D, Cell 6
Objective: Utilize the confusion
Equipment: Nothing

Beleragth had just been considering the possibility of somehow imrpovising explosives when suddenly he heard a rumbling boom that shook the cell. He was nearly taken by suprise as the compound moments later went into an alert status. So an explosion had just went off? Seemed to have drawn quite the high amount of attention as well. If there ever was such a thing as 'lady luck', sure she had just smiled upon him. Or atleast dealt him a hand he could work with. If he had to guess, they were on a level of alert for just after a terrorist attack, seeing as he was not hearing any more explosions or the sounds that might indicate a battle, though it was possible that it was something else going on as well. More importantly though, it meant they would be looking somewhere else other then where he was. Small chance as it might be, this was likely to be about the only chance he would get to escape. Now, he just needed a way out of the cell. The hard part would be what came after.

A few guards were moving about nearby, making sure everything was as it should be in the cells. A reasonable enough security precaution, but Belgerath had plans for one of those Guards. "Guard! A moment of your time." Belgerath said in a relaxed tone of voice as the man passed his cell, the man halting for a moment. "What is it?" The Guard asked, walking over to the door. It had been a long time since Belgerath had tried this, he would need to be careful. "It sounds like it is getting rather dangerous out there... Is there much cause for worry?" He asked, shifting his hand a bit through the air in a certain paticular motion. He had to start small, build this up. "There is some cause for concern. We have been put on terrorist alert after the landing pad was bombed. A ship exploded." The Guard said, but Belgerath got the feeling that there might be more, so he carefully pressed forward. "Any signs of attackers? Seems rather foolish to only just blow up a ship." He said, still using that pecularly presuasive, calm voice. "Yes. There have been reports of fighting with Sith in a few sectors, mostly at the space port." Now that was a suprise, possibly even a good one for him depending on who it was. "I see. Quite the grave situation indeed. I don't know if i can feel safe with such people attacking, do you?" Belgerath said, still slowly and carefully pulling the Guards thinking to where he wanted it to be. His lack of experince and trianing with the ability meant he had to take this slower then others might.

"I do not. Not with Sith, cruel bastards." There was a note of hatred in that voice. Good, Belgerath could work with that. "Cruel, vile and deadly they are for sure. Can i request that you open my cell? I can't be safe just being locked up here alone. They enjoy using captives that they take for all kinds of experiments, tortures..." Belgerath said with a trembling tone. He let a careful amount of restrained fear enter his otherwise calm tone. He had built up control and a 'similarity' between himself and the Guard. A 'bond' that made the Guard feel like he could relate to the prisoner. With that made, now all he had to do was pull it and hope it did not fall apart. "I..." There was resistance, Belgerath could feel it. But it was in no danger of breaking, as long as he did not pull to hard. "I will merely find a good, safe place to hide. You can even guide me to one and keep an eye on me if you so wish." It was strained, but after a moment the guard moved and opend the door. "I will let you out and guide you go a safe hiding place nearby." A thin smile spread across Belgeraths lips for just a moment as the door hissed open. He did not see anyone nearby for the moment. Belgerath obidently followed his orders and stepped out the door of the cell, being guided to a nearby storeage room. "Thank you very much sir, this is far better." He said with gratitude in his voice, bowing polietly to the man. "You stay here and be safe." The Guard said, but the bond was starting to fade. It was never meant to last for long, just only enough, shifting his hand, Belgerath made a can fall to the side of the guard with the force, who naturally turned his head to the noise. Without hesitating, Belgerath silently went forward and smashed his fist into the mans throat. Even through the body glove, it crushed his windpipe and kept him from even thinking about calling out for help. Quickly he grabbed the mans chestplate, pushing him back while sweeping at his legs to knock him to the ground. This movement was abit awkward without another hand to help balance himself, but Belgerath managed to keep from falling over. As soon as he was on the ground, Belgerath shifted his right foot forward and smashed it's heel into the mans throat, crushing the spinal cord through the body glove. It was a rutheless display of cold, fast efficency, but such was the man's true nature when it came to such things. No need to make the mans suffering linger, quick efficency was best.

With the guard dealt with, Belgerath worked on stripping off the mans armor and putting it on himself. A very tricky process with only a single arm, but he had gotten used to having to deal with such annoyances at this point so while it was a delay, it was not as bad as it would have otherwise been. One advantage of having been stuck here so long, he had very throughly adapted to his single armed body. After getting 'suited up', he picked up the now dead Guards blaster and stuck the left arms hand around the belt, making it look like his arm was just resting at his side. Would be rather suspisious if it just idly flopped there after all. Belgerath was normally not a fan of armor at all, espcially not the heavy stuff. Looked like he didn't get what he wanted in this case though, so he just got to live with it.

[member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Darth Lykos"]

 

[James Mathison]

Location: Power Station
Enemy: [member="Darth Banshee"]
Allies: Silver Jedi

As James pressed his attack, the Sith only retreated. Mostly staying out of range for his attacks, keeping just enough distance to be able to counter it would seem. So, James dropped the attack and planted, stopping instantly and instead, releasing another burst or lightning at the woman. His sabers would deactivate at this time, to prevent them from interfering.

Should they hit, the stunned or at least stalled Sith would be vulnerable. In that sense, he could press on with a Force Pull of her legs to drop her to the ground. Then, were she not to counter his assault at all, he'd utilize Force Burst to bombard the Sith with telekinetic energy, hopefully pummeling her insides.

James wasn't about to let up, keeping the Sith occupied gave the others time to react and set up counterattacks around the complex. Deploying so many different techniques would be taxing were he not the scholar he'd become. After studying so many styles, techniques and strategies, he'd worked himself into a jack of all, lightside, dark, didn't matter. He used his emotions as tools, gave him the freedom to use anything he desired.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Objective: Team A
Allies: [member="Krest"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Orion Darkstar"]
Enemies: [member="James Mathison"] [member="Arisa Yune"] Slivers and Allies
Equipment: Battle Armour, Saber staff, Healing Amulet

The Jedi did some strange, he stopped and then fired lighting at her. THE FOOL
Why a fool, firing lighting at any trained force user head on, never works.
As most know to put their lightsaber in the way, and channel the energy, all sith knew this.
However she had the learned from the Holocron of Darth Azard, he had a better way dealing with force lightening.
He dealt with by using a force protection bubble, and he was a master at it.
She put out her hands and raised one, to protector form his attacks.
As she raised one herself, and diverted his own lightening back at him.
As it sparks went of her bubble and back at him, she smiled behind her mask.
She was concentrating a lot on it, but soon would be able to move inside it.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Ossus, Near the Temple - Phasma Class Inflitator [0457 Ossus Time, Team B]

The small stealth vessel drifted through the atmosphere of Ossus, unseen and unheard as it began its descend towards the base below. In the back rested the dormant figure of the Black Assassin, which had lowered himself to the ground, his metallic legs crossed in a twisted mirror of a being of flesh meditating. Stealth ships had one major drawback in his opinion, one that made them almost unusable for the unorthodox tactics the Mindeater commonly employed to trick or surprise his enemies. To leave them the ship had either to reach the ground at a secure location or it had to decloak midair where it was a quite easy target for the weapons on the surface.

Yet Abyss had discovered a workaround, at least for a entity as himself. While the ship masked outgoing emissions, it didn't made non existent. Air could still escape through the hull, or something similarly thin. Without even lifting a hand the rune engraved book attached to his belt with a small chain was pulled into the air, the pages turning by an invisible hand until they reached the topic of his desire. The runes written in a mix of blood and ink began to glow in a ghostly crimson light as words in the ancient language began to work in conjunction with the forbidden symbols, forming a spell to twist reality to his desires.

"Nie mekn, tik toka ir vazona." ("No man, only smoke and mirrors")

The arcane power began to weave around the husk, as the fabric of reality twisted and deformed, shrouding the entity in smoke. Then the metal suddenly dissolved, each little molecule manipulated into a cloud of thin, black dust.

From seemingly nowhere the smoke emerged into the sky above the base, drifting in the wind towards a landingpad at the edges of the facility. Upon a scan his current form would reveal absolutely nothing, for all physical matters he was truly nothing more than burned ash dancing down towards the ground, targeting a currently empty corner of the base.

[member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Honas'di"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

Adega System, Near the Moon of Mim, Phasma Class Infiltrator
0459 Ossus Time, Present
Objective: Team B

The ship in front, kept it's altitude, as did the Nelvaanian's. They held steady, until the very last moment and pulled directly up, the steering controls nearly being torn off by Honas'di as he did. Though, they would simmer through the air towards a nearby landing pad. Glancing to the right he would notice the stealth functions of the ships were still working, even though the light damage taken could have knocked the cloaking systems off. Luckily they had made it. He landed the ship, facing away from [member="Leliana"]'s making their ramps face each other. He lowered the ramp, with light smoke pouring down the ramp forming a purple mist as it dropped.

The large almost towering creature, stomped down the ramp, growling at the opposing ship as his ears flicked forwards. Though, it evened out into a generally neutral expression. He glanced to the fellow assassin, before eventually opening his mouth speaking quietly. "What is your target?" He asked. Folding his arms behind his back, interlocking his fingers.

He would glance up to the base, squinting as he did trying to get a sense of what it was like. Before he would turn back to the ship, the ramp slowly closing and sealing shut. The air was tense, and so was the mood. Though, they were here to get the job done, and Honas'di didn't plan to socialise for much longer.

[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Darth Lykos"]

 

[James Mathison]

Location: Power Station
Enemy: [member="Darth Banshee"]
Allies: Silver Jedi.

It was just like any other fight. A swaying tide as each side took their turns swapping attacks and defenses. This Sith was only interested in defense, so he'd let her stay there. After his lightning was blocked, James focused on the Force. Syphoning energy into the Force, he split into multiple representations of himself.

Similfuturus was a wonderful ability he had learned. Never had the chance until now to use it. Surrounding the now shielded Sith, were a dozen clones. Indistinguishable from the original, each clone began a barrage of Force attacks of differing techniques.

All the while, the original James had Phased through the ground to come up underneath the shield bubble. While the Sith is immobilized with her attention on finishing her shield, James would reach a hand up through the ground underneath her and use Force Choke to stop her from finishing the shield.

 

[Eugen Aker]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLxCJeHF4tY​

[SIZE=10.5pt]She[/SIZE] drew deeper upon the Force, aided somewhat by the talisman hanging around her neck. Now in a hyperaware state, [SIZE=10.5pt]spiderline cracks[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] bloomed from points all around her as she reached out in the Force to track the movements of the terrorists, who were leaving all sorts of disturbances in their wake from the havoc they were causing. In her Padawan days, Arisa would have become flustered by such gruesome events, but as a Master, she understood that she better served the people of Aegis and the Ossus temple by keeping a clear head.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“They’re all around us,” she informed Mabbik as she drew her blade. “But the airfield is small, they’re all still within easy reach. If you can still fight, then get patched up and join me soon. If not, then hole up in one of the buildings for the time being. Reinforcements are on the way.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]She snagged one of the stimpaks from the medics and stuck the auto-injector into her thigh. There was a single sharp prick of pain from the needle, then a wave of soothing relief as the stimulants did their work to dull her aches and pains. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Emergency care administered, she rushed forward into the fray, dashing with inhuman speed. To most around her, she would appear as little more than a silver blur. From the cyborg’s viewpoint, the world seemed to be moving in slow motion as her alacrity implant also came into play. In the Force, her sword burned brightly as she channeled Lightside energies directly in the blade to increase its durability. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The assailant closest from her original position had made their way into one the hangars, gleefully cutting down maintenance crewmen with a crimson lightsaber. Consumed by his bloodlust getting in free shots against unarmed support staff, the cowardly Sith was ill unprepared for Arisa, charging at him like a speeding freighter. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The Sith could only manage to throw out a weak block as she lunged toward him with a vertical upper cut. From their momentary bind, she easily battered away his lightsaber in a stronger position, then immediately followed up with a cleave through his neck. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The slice of the Force imbued blade was so clean that the severed head didn’t come teetering off the neck until the corpse of the slain Sith had crumpled to the ground. She studied it for a moment, finding the Rodian’s face still twisted in an expression of shock. Then to the bodies of the dead crewman, their seared flesh leaving the hangar smelling like cooked meat. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“M-master Lee!” one of the crewmen stammered as she slid open the side door of a LAAT, tears streaming down her cheeks. Behind her, a few more people could be seen within the armored hold. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Please, stay,” Arisa said raising a hand in a stopping motion. “Get the guns running and stay inside. There are still more of them out there.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The girl nodded then slid the door back shut. Moments later the LAAT whirred to life, turrets rotating as power cycled through their capacitors. The next terrorist that dared walk through hangar doors was liable to be vaporized by composite beams.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]She summoned the lightsaber hilt of the fallen Sith to her hand, then clipped it onto her belt before sprinting back outside into the night. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Onto the next target. The aura of the next assailant (Krest) was much stronger than the Sith she had just put down. Moments later, she came upon another building, emanating strongly with the Dark Side. This was a more serious threat that required her full skill. She reached down the center of her robe to pull out a blaster in her off hand before entering cautiously.

[member="Mabbik"] [member="Krest"] [member="James Mathison"][/SIZE]

 

[Leliana]

Adega System, Near the Moon of Mim, Phasma Class Infiltrator
0461 Ossus Time - Aegis Base
Objective: Team B - [member="Darth Lykos"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Honas'di"]
Equipment: Lightsaber, Daggers, Osaji Personal Shield, Hidden Blade and some explosives.

Leliana's Phasma declocked momentarily as the assassin disembarked the ship and stepped onto the landing pad; the vessel's cloak shifting back as the ramp was sealed shut. Her eyes lingered over to Honas'di as the Nelvaanian departed his.

There was a particular look that crossed her face at seeing her fellow assassin. One who she was almost positive was twice her height, and the fact it was the first time she had laid eyes on one of his kind. Read up on them sure, but that didn't compare to actually interacting with one.

"The shield's reactor," she replied. Leliana had a similiar mindset, this was no place for socialising. As such, before she had even finished speaking she was heading towards the only entrance into the base. It was a reasonable large door, several sizes bigger than normal. Wasn't much of a surprise given equipment had likely been hauled through it once upon a time. If Leliana was correct, then that meant behind it was the main maintenance tunnel, with a few auxiliary tunnels leading to other parts of the base - for continued maintenance after construction.

However the lack of any guards concerned her, surely they wouldn't leave it undefended unless...

She got her answer when the door refused to budge. It was either locked or sealed.

Leliana's first thought was to either blow it open or use her lightsaber to carve a doorway. But the first would no doubt alert the Silver Jedi to their presence in this part, and the latter would potentially take too long. Though an idea struck her a few moments later, and she peered over to Honas'di - sizing him up slightly.

"You think you can get this door open?"

 

[Darren Torran]

Location: Aegis Base
Objective: Lead SJO Troops onto the Battlefield
Allies: SJO, Civilians and Allies | [Member="Valkren Calderon"] | [Member="Arisa Yune"] | [Member="James Mathison] | [Member="Ailuros"]
Enemies: SA & Allies | [Member="Darth Abyss"] | [Member="Darth Lykos"] | [Member="Krest"] | [Member="Leliana"] | [Member="Honas'di"] | [Member="Darth Banshee"] | [Member="Darth Ophidia"]

Darren was being rather lazy on this particular day, not at all in the mood for a skirmish with Sith scum, alas, he had a job. More than one job, actually. It was his primary job that had been draining him of all of his energy as of late - renovating a large factory is a surprisingly exhausting jobs, especially with as limited help as he had. He needed a break, why the hell couldn't he get a break? He hated the Sith at the best of times, he despised them today.

BOOM!

The Zabrak's relative peace had been interrupted by the sound of a rather large explosion. "What the hell..." he stood, looking out of the window, "Chit. Today, really?" he then looked behind at the sound of his comm ringing. He rushed over to the table on which he had layed down his helmet, picked up said helmet and equipped. Darren answered the comm.

"Holy chit, man. Did you see that? What was that?"

"I don't know, Sergeant Torran, but I need you out there. Take a squadron out and keep me updated until I can get out there myself." Colonel Calderon answered.

"Yes, Colonel. I'll be in touch." Darren ended the comm and swiftly made his way out into the open air. He emerged into a group of men (around 14) that had gathered in shock of the blast. "I need all of you with me, now! Follow my lead and cover my back - if anyone gets into this base I'll have every one of your asses." his swift walked gradually turned into a jog - with his squadron following close behind him. He wasn't going to waste any time.

The squadron approached the main entrance to the base - a large sealed door that they automatically assumed would be the entrance that the enemies would choose to use. Darren pointed to a few crates on the right of the entrance that would provide sufficient cover in the event of a breach. "I want 4 men over there." then to a similar gathering of crates on the left, though further away "And another 5 there. The rest of you, on me." he led the rest of the group to a small wall of sandbags and two Electromagnetic Plasma Machineguns. Darren ordered a few men to prepare the guns as he laid his back to the make-shift wall, "Get through to Vehicle Operations - tell them to send a squadron of AB-RTs our way asap. If they're coming in, they're coming in strong." he peeped over the top of the wall, resting the barrel of his LD-58 on said wall and directing his sight at the entrance, "And now we wait."

 

[Darth Banshee]

Objective: Team A
Allies: [member="Krest"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Orion Darkstar"]
Enemies: [member="James Mathison"] [member="Arisa Yune"] Slivers and Allies
Equipment: Battle Armour, Saber staff, Healing Amulet

He did something, what she had no idea, but she was know faced with multiple opponents. She figured it was some sort of illusions, something [member="Darth Veles"] never showed her. Staying put was not an option, as she be surrounded. She grimaced, and leaped upward as she did she phased through the ceiling. Just as she cleared, and landed on the floor she felt a grip on her throat, something began choking her. Her faced crunched up a bit, as her neck began to tightened, her hands began to clutch near own throat, pull back against it. She dropped to her knees, and then wrenched her hands away from her throat. She pulled what it was away from her, some one just tried to force choke her. She did not expect the Jedi to be using the dark side, she began mediating on her healing amulet. As she got up, Silvers where recruiting darksiders, their was hope for them yet. She began to move off slower, she was looking for second generator, she come here the hum of it, but no idea where it was coming from yet. She need one soliders to help her, but that meant running into one. She knew that Jedi or was he a Stih would soon be following her, she had take care of him this time and be more aggressive. No doubt he had tag on her from the choke...........

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Good, someone worthy." The building Krest was in had all the lights broken. Lightning crackled across the walls, illuminating flashes of dismembered bodies littered throughout. Where they were cut was cauterized, yet blood trailed across the walls. The culprit was half eaten corpses. Atop a heap of dead sat the Sith Lord, his cane resting on his lap. He could feel [member="Arisa Yune"] before she entered. Normally the elder man would use the situation to undermine the confidence of a Jedi, unsettle them in any way possible. Their calmness was their strength, but he felt something different in this one.

Behind him a sickening crunching noise echoed throughout, and the head of his Kakdijs raised up. In it's mouth was the quivering and gasping form of a Jedi padawan who had chosen to try and help the poor souls trapped near the Lord. His eyes were filled with fear and pain as the Kakdijs crunched down again and the upper part of the padawan fell down onto the pile of corpses.

"Can I interest you in some tea, Master Jedi?"

 

[Belgerath]

Ossus, Holding Cell Block D, Cell 6
Objective: Utilize the confusion, create a distraction
Equipment: KPA-01 "Katarn" Armor, KG-1B "Famos MK-II" Neutral Particle Beam Rifle, Combat Knife, Shattergun pistol

The first thing Belgerath realized was that utilizing the Rifle was going to be agonizing if he had to use it. Using only one arm with a rifle, even with the recoil assist, was going to be simply hellish. Now, since he had a side arm that would be fine he could just roll with that and when the time came, he would. But for appearances sake, he had to lug around this heavy and cumbersome rifle. Atleast the shattergun pistol would be easy enough to handle, but that was about all he had going for him. When it came to explosives, he had none. Not exactly suprising, after all this -was- a prison guards equipment. All he would have at most would be a few flashbangs, but it didn't seem he even had been carrying those. 'Gotta live with the hand you are dealt with.' Belgerath reminded himself as he stepped back out of the storeage room, using his force sight to scout for anyone nearby. When a good oppurtunity revealed itself, he silently stepped on forward and went back into the 'patrol' route. He did not plan to just stick around to long of course, he would get figured out sooner or later if he did. But first he had to establish the situation and make an attempt at contact.

It was a slim chance, but so was this place coming under attack. Taking out the comm device, he checked it over for any links to current networks. After confirming what was on there, he added a frequency. It was likely outdated at this point, but there was still the potential that a certain group might still monitor it. It was the old Sith Assassin's frequency, often used back then for missions. Even if they had ceased to use this paticular frequency, it was still possible for them to be 'listening' in on it. Hoping for just that, he gave out a message. "AMOTH JUNIOR." The code was fairly simple, something the Sith Assassin's had used before he got captured. Its meant they had an agent inside of low rank. Right after giving out the message, he disconnected the line and scrubbed it from the device. It had only taken him a moment to put it through and with all the comms hassle that was most likely going down on the Silvers communications network, he was not overly worried about being found out. At least, not right away. But one thing was for sure, he did not want to stay in this area any longer. He needed a reason to leave the immediant vicinity somehow.

"Think they are gonna have us just pulling extra guard duty here long, or send us out for some action?" He asked another patrolling Guard, trying to stir up some new information that might help him. The man just shrugged with a short laught. "Like chaos they will. They will send the elites long before us i reckon. If we get sent out, then the poodo has officially hit the wall." Well, to be fair that was rather true. This was a prison they were set to guard after all. So he would have to make his own way out then. Belgerath was in 'charge' of the 'end' setion of this prison block it seemed, that was about his only stroke of luck. He needed a valid reason to leave his post that would not draw more attention the he wanted. But Belgearth was suspecting that... Yes, this was not the time to be hasty. More operations were botched at the start by a person pulling the trigger to early then anything else. For the moment, the Silver and their troops seemed content to stay right where they were for the moment. Trying to fabricate himself a reason why they should move would only get himself eliminated. So for how he had to bide his time and wait, even if that in and of itself was very dangerous.

(Allies to potentially receive the message [member="Krest"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Lykos"] )



[member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Aegis Base, Command Center.​

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Colonel Valkren Calderon stopped in place as a voice came through the communications system in the command center. It was impossible to tell who sent the transmission, but it came through one of the security teams' radios.

'Your security is dead..'

That statement alone was a threat to not only his men, but to him he felt. These were his men, and he wasn't about to let them die on his watch.

"Karkin' Sith. Lowder! Where's my armor?"

"Here, sir!" Within a moment of Valkren's demand for his kit, the intel specialist arrived toting a large duffle and a Katarn-style helmet. As the helmet was handed over to the colonel and the bag set at his boots, he'd notice that someone had gotten ahold of the woodland-camo-styled helmet they had been using recently due to the nature of their deployments. Someone had painted 'Radama Reaper' in red on the side, with a grey-ish skull painted about the front visor. He shifted the helmet around in his hands, admiring the handiwork of one of his men. He had been seeing this quite recently, the groups of rangers and berserkers that had served in combat along side the colonel and fellow Jedi on Ord Radama had taken a fancy to decorating the armor they used, displaying a sort of seniority among other soldiers..

And to show that they shouldn't be karked with.

Valkren grinned, lifting up the tote in his free hand with the helmet in the other. He looked to a side room to his side, before back up to the monitors. Usually he'd find privacy to strip down and slide into his body suit and then his armor, but they needed him in the war room. He began to strip down to his skinnies right there, and everyone started to stop what they were doing to give the colonel an odd look.

Valkren looked about, midway into pulling the protective body suit that goes under his armor, before rolling his eyes and raising his voice to his team. "We use goddamned coed showers, it's not like a colonel's ass is going to be any more magnificent! Tell Sergeant Torran to keep the bad guys out of Aegis." The colonel continued to issue orders as he suited up, zipping the bodysuit to a full close before getting help from several intel specialists to piece together his armor.

"Aegis actual to Sergeant Torran, orders are to hold position and prevent enemy insertion. We'll get enemy positions updated to your HUD once we have visual, how copy?" A female Cathar intelligent agent transmitted to one of his teams soon after the order was given, with Valkren still going one hundred miles a minute with his orders as his team fitted the last pieces of his armor on.

"Colonel, our Sowa drone has picked up an irregularity with the feed on our landing pads. It looks like..Smoke?" Another specialist spoke up, removing his comms set and turning away from his own screen to inform the colonel.

Valkren only cocked a brow at this point, looking to one of the main screens. "Pull up the visual from the drone." He waited, watching as the screen materialized to life. This view made the young officer grow slightly worried..He knew the Sith had boots on the ground at the airstrip, the number of them was unclear but he knew for a fact they were there..But could they have already inserted into the outer area of Aegis base already? Past the shield.

"Transmit the drone's feed to Sergeant Torran, let him know we've got a possible contact. I want all personnel on alert, have the rangers in the trenches dig in and check for possible contacts arriving on the perimeter of the shield. Prepare another security element in the garage incase the temple needs more reinforcements."

He'd set the crudely decorated helmet on the table infront of him, rubbing his hands along his armored wrists as he looked over the screens once more.

"I want a status on Lieutenant Harris's convoy."

All across Aegis base, Rangers and Berserkers were running around, toting heavy weapons and rippers as they followed the orders they had received. Most dug in to their positioning, while others patrolled in their own fireteams' to clear out sections of Aegis that could possible be insertion points.

Outside on Aegis base, inbound to Airstrip​

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Lieutenant Harris cursed under his breath as the lead SGV in his convoy of Berserkers and Rangers caught air after speeding over a slight hill, coming to a rough landing. The wheels skid as they grasped at the dirt beneath the rubber, before the driver caught traction and kept speeding forward. Usually with the suspension of the combat vehicle, jumps such as that would be much easier on the occupants..But with a seven to eight foot berserker manning the emplaced weapon on the back, the weight was slightly uneven. No need, there's not much more terrifying than a giant with a heavy machine gun.

He'd reach to the communications device below his helmet on his neck piece, speaking up once he was sure he wouldn't fall out the open door of the transport.

"Aegis actual, this is Harris. Inbound to the airstrip, ETA two minutes. Helmet footage will be available so you all can get a look at what's happening down here."

"Harris, It's Calderon. I need you to keep our people safe out there. We'll have another Ranger element on standby if you feel things get too hairy out there."

"Solid copy, Sir."

"And Harris? Find Grandmaster Yune, she was supposed to be on the airfield when the detonation occurred. We've had no contact with her aside from the Alert."

"Solid copy to all, Sir. Get the bad guys and save the Grandmaster. Harris out." As the communication ended, the Lieutenant only smirked from behind his visor. The experienced leader knew that the Grandmaster could very well hold her own, as he figured Valkren knew aswell..They would simply be support for the Jedi on this..With Sith in the equation, it was a good thing that all the soldiers underneath the Antarian Ranger's command carried Ysalamiri nutrients sealed into their armor. The sith still might be stronger physically than some of his men, but they wouldn't be able to play their damned mind tricks on his men. The airstrip came into view as the chaos did the same, a cloud of smoke drifting up from the previous explosion.

[member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Darren Torran"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Leliana"] | [member="Honas'di"]