The War on Hapes (Year Long RP)

[Selena Halcyon]

As morning broke in the horizon, Selena Halcyon looked out into the morning fog. In the distance too far away to see, she knew the towers of the Qeld's estate loomed to the north. It seemed as if it was the Qeld's all along that had been plotting to take the throne for themselves with the aid of the Sith Empire. A secret they had kept well during the battles on other planets in the consortium. Once the Sith had finally landed on Hapes, they revealed themselves and now played host to a great army of both local and from the Sith Empire.

Her gaze drifted to her left, towards the walls at the outskirts of the capital. They too were distant and cloaked by the fog, but it was the people within those walls that the Republic was here to protect. Part of her questioned the loyalty of many of the nobles within the walls but one could only do so much about hidden enemies when there were ones right at the doorstep. Despite advising the people to evacuate none were, likely due to the Queen Mother's insistence upon staying. Stubbornness seemed to be a common trait in the locals, she mused.

Mentally she went over the map of the region between the two rivers that came out of the city in this sector. Doting the hilly landscape were Republic outposts, armed and entrenched against Imperial assault. She stood at the rather substantial staging area for the Republic to the south, with two smaller bases to the north west. A local comm relay was also under their control near the river. Some distance lay between the outposts and the main Imperial forces but that would quickly change.

She worried about the region as a whole, it was a beautiful green region riddled with farms. Farms which would come under Imperial attack in no time she imagined. The towns within them making decent forward bases for the attacking army she expected. The Jedi Master was also concerned about the state of a local industrial region just a bit to the north around the cape. The most immediate concern she held surrounded the Zelm estate just outside the Republic line, at this time that noble house had yet to declare for either side, but word was they were gathering locals to fight. The question was for who.

The stand off would end soon, how soon remained in question but when it did this war would be brutal. The Imperials desperately wanted the Hapes Consortium's resources and its foothold in Republic space. They would fight hard to take it. The Republic would meet them with just as much force though. She foresaw a very long war here on Hapes. A long war indeed.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen had flown to Hapes as soon as he heard of the possible conflict. He loved the action it could bring as well as the many adventures and trial sit would likely put him through. He thrived off this kind of danger and the realization that he could die at any moment was sobering as well, but he was not one to be deterred by such thoughts. As far as he was concerned, if he was to die, it would have happened quite some time ago, likely after one of his few drunken nights on Nar Shadaa(thank Rurrri and Surru that he'd stopped that after the first few times of doing it.) Now he was a simple padawan on a planet of supermodels, enemy imperials, assorted weapons, and future battle fields. What could go wrong?

Now, his gaze scaned the area where he saw @[member="Selena Halcyon"], taking in her surroundings. He found himself in awe to be in the presence of a jedi master. It was a feeling he often felt whenever he passed those of the high ranks within the order. He couldn't help it, as a learner he found their power and wisdom to be inspiring as he himself sought to someday reach that level. It was a place of influence and from such a position, Vulpesen would have his chance to unify the force with more than simple black and white philosophies. This wasn't to say that he intended to conquer and force his beliefs onto others, simply that his voice would have the chance to be heard as more that the small voice of a young pup.

As awed as he was at the master, he figured that there were other things that he should take into account, such as the giant sith army that hid within the fog, away from his sight but not from his ability to sense them in the force. So many people immersed in the darkside. It almost made him feel sick to feel that darkness, but he kept himself composed. They fed off fear, and he intended to starve them out before, during and after the battle. After all, fear clouded the mind and Vulpesen figured that was something he could not allow to happen if he was to survive this war. His thoughts drifted to that one word that seemed to follow him everywhere he went. "Survival." It was a simple instinct that existed in most, if not, all beings. And yet Vulpesen found that it dictated every action he made. Despite his hopes of a grandiose future, Vulpesen knew that he was no hero. Not yet. But that was something he would work on. He was nothing for now, but he would become a powerful jedi, someday. And should he survive, this war would likely bring him a step closer to that goal.

 

[Grundark]

The shadow the enormous Cragmoloid left across the field lay before Gundark, a silent reminder of his looming presence. It was his first time on Hapes, and the planet just seemed like it was full of opportunities for a beast like him. A menacing mountain of muscle standing at over three meters, and weighing well over four hundred kilograms, he was indeed a monster. His only weapons at the moment were his two massive tucks that reached out in front of him, and a squad of twenty Hutt Legionnaire Droids he'd brought with Vigo's blessing. He'd let the word go out quickly once he arrived, him, and his war droids were for hire.

For the moment they were simply waiting as they stood on a small hill looking over the lay of the land. The Black Sun's information center said this was about to be av very hot zone, and where else did someone like him belong? Closing his fist he waited for his first offers as he looked to the south, and then back north. Someone could use him, and someone would see the value in it. Of that simple matter he was sure.

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

Hapes. A beautiful planet by most species standards, it wasn't the place for Adenn Gra'tua though, To much green. Standing atop a rock overlooking valley Adenn's red and black Mandalorian armor stood out like a beacon. He was sent here after being hired by the Sith empire to work for them in the upcoming battle, a battle that would most definitely leave scars on this planet "I don't know what the empire wants with this planet" he said "but as long as I'm getting paid to shoot osik, then that's fine by me" he hopped off of the rock and admired the mountains for a moment. Adenn thought about what he had read about the species that lived here, the women where supposed to be very attractive. Adenn didn't care though, he had never cared about meeting a nice woman and settling down, he would most likely have to give up bounty hunting unless it was a Mandalorian 'aruetiise don't care about what a Mandalorian must do' he thought. Now jogging down a mountain Adenn looked around again and said "last time this planet will be beautiful"

 

[Garza]

Hapes. A place where there was relative peace among people. Here is where I liked to be. Waking up after a week of being here, I needed to go and get a drink here in the morning. Getting dressed into my clothes, I folded my wings up into my back and slid them through the holes of my shirt and jacket. Pulling the hood of my jacket up to cover my blonde hair, my wigs were folded into the brown and grey bookbag that seemed to be stuff full. When all that it carried was food, some clothes, credits, and a set of huge wings. Moving the sheath down between my back and the jacket, The entire blade was hidden from the combination of clothes and bag.

I grabbed the keycard that sat on a headtable on the left side of the bed. The blue card was my key in and out of my hotel room that I owned here. Seeing as I was an IIB Junior agent, I could have a steady flow of credits come my way that way I wouldn't fear of going hungry, though I hardly ate anything. Walking out, I closed the door behind me and scanned the keycard across the pad giving me in return a beep. Locking the door from anyone entering. I could hear footsteps behind me of a older man. Walking by he spoke. "Hey Josh, Going off to class?" Smiling I nodded my head "Yes, Mr. Drongan, How is your morning?" With a smile he gave me a hearty pat on the shoulder. "Just got my Coffee, and the datapad for this morning, So far? great, have a good day!" There was so much enthusiasm in his voice that I could almost see it dripping from his lips. "To you as well, Sir." Turning around and down the stares I left the building to go to "Class"

Really what I was doing was watching the lines of soldiers as they marched in the city trying to make everyone stay calm and go along their way. The threat of war was very thick in the air. It was thicker than the humidity that was on the planet. Taking into account of where the warring factions might land, or set up camp, A thought had come across my mind of the Sith taking portions North west of the farms and the City sector. It seemed reasonable as it would create a no man's land in the farms and the few estates that were in between the two. I only wondered if this war would last a very long, or a short time. Walking on the streets of the City sector I moved my way around guard posts and other such to leave the city. I had hoped that I could just leave by flying, but I didn't take that chance. With there being a no fly zone above the city, for the current time, If I was in the air anywhere near here, I could be shot down.

Moving my way across the streets I finally came to the gates that would allow people to leave by foot. rather than by ship. Walking up to a shop, Flashing a few credits infront of his face, I bought a ticket to ride a public speeder to the Zelm Estate, where I could possibly get a look at how many troops would be landing for the Sith. With the war coming up, I was sure to be an IIB Agent by the end of it.

 

[Levi Hutch]

Hapes, city outskirts

WARNING. CRASH IMMINENT.

Sadrion fumbled with the ship controls as best as he could, but nothing he did would stop the spiraling descent of the starfighter. The controls refused to function, no matter what he did. Meanwhile, his eyes searched the cockpit for anything that would help. Nothing. Meanwhile, the blaring voice continued to sound off in his head.

CRASH IMMINENT. PULL UP IMMEDIATELY.

"Shut up!" The man's voice echoed throughout the small cockpit of the ship. He was hurtling down towards the ground like a raging meteor, nothing being able to stop him. Gravity took control, and the planet's surface only got closer.

COLLUSION IN TEN SECONDS.
NINE.
EIGHT.
SEVEN.
SIX.
FIVE.
FOUR.
THREE.
TWO.
ONE.

Sadrion's eyes flew open, staring at the ground beneath. He did the only thing he could do at this point. Calling on the force, he made a bubble construct around himself, protecting him for the most part. "Of all the fething-" CRASH.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien had been on Hapes for a good while already, he had arrived before the battle lines were drawn. The plan was for this trip to be relaxing, How typical that I would end up in a war zone he thought to himself as he lay in the semi dark hotel room. The room was quite costly and the hotel sat near the centre of town outside both republic and empire lines.

A servant walked into the room, He was over cheerful, Lucien could feel fear radiating off the man. Lucien pushed himself up to a seated position "What's going on?" He asked rubbing sleep out of his eyes. The servant turned to face Lucien "Tensions are mounting M'lord a number of the noble houses have yet to declare allegiance but the stage is certainly set for war." The man replied his voice weak fear evident in his voice "Can we not leave?" The servant added. Lucien shook his head in reply "We would never get the yacht off the planets surface without being shot down" He swung himself out of bed and grabbed a dressing gown off the Dresser. He pulled it on as he walked to the window Looking out through the early morning mist the comms tower visible in the distance. The he turned and moved away he attempted to set up communications with other fringe leaders "My friends I am on hapes war is brewing and I was wondering if you gents would join me or at least tell me who to aid". He could only hope the two of them answered because it appeared for now that he was stuck in the middle of a war.
@[member="Jared Ovmar"] @[member="Sargon Vynea"]

 

[Darth Kentarch]

As dawn crept across the morning sky, Arcturus looked out across the plains and farmlands to the Hapan capital. Despite Hapes being a place beauty the time had come for everything to burn. The way of the Sith did not allow for long life, tranquility, and leisure. No, it was a life of hardship, suffering and only the strong survived. Soon though these Hapan inbreeds were going to learn this the hard way, as well as their Jedi and Republic friends.

"Were getting close now." Arcturus spoke and held his hand up in fist, signally the soldiers to stop. The apprentice was no longer in black academy robes, instead he adorned a lightweight composite battle armor colored in a camouflage that was specifically designed for this region of Hapes. The soldiers behind him were a scout unit of Imperial men as well as some soldiers from house Qeld. The small reconnaissance party had quickly made their way South towards the capital, there mission to identify republic positions for long range artillery strikes. So far the fog had masked their advance, however Arcturus knew that scans and any kind of detection devices would likely pick up their movements if they got to close. "Get me the designator." He ordered

Taking cover behind a hedgeline, Arcturus ordered the men to hold fire and stay down. Taking a kneeling stance he putting up to his eyes a device that appeared to be a pair of expensive binoculars. In fact it was a laser designator designed specifically for long range artillery strikes on specific targets, especially when vision was obscured. The fog did just that, which was why Arcturus had gotten so close in the first place. He switched from visual to heat, then zoomed the device in on a Republic positions.

"HQ this scout team one. HQ please respond." Arcturus spoke into his comm unit.
"Scout team one this is HQ, whats your status?"
"We are five hundred meters out from a Hapan-Republic Outpost on the southern end of the line. Enemy is heavily armed and entrenched, emplacement position suggest they are prepared for a frontal assault." Arcturus said, he could see the individual soldiers and gun turrets, given how they had set up their staging area it seemed they were going to make this a defensive battle.
"Solid copy scout team one, send targeting solution." HQ responded over the communicator.
"Roger that." Arcturus responded. He pressed a small button on the designator and red laser beam shot out towards the Republic outpost. Visually while looking through the binoculars a small bar began to race across the screen showing the coordinates being sent. "Target position acquired." Arcturus said into the comm. Given the distance between the Republic outpost and the Sith forces with the fog such an artillery strike would not been possible. But with the designator he could relay in positions for precise artillery strikes. The only disadvantage being the scout team, who's position could be compromised by the laser the designator used to pin point targets.

There was moment of anxiety, in the force Arcturus could feel it, a dead silence that swept across the two-rivers sector. Then it was shattered by the sound of a crack that echoed across the horizon like thunder. Bang! The artillery strike struck true, landing on republic positions. Soldiers and emplacements were thrown up into the air in a massive fireball.
"Good hit!" Arcturus shouted into his communicator.

 

[Flint Dexen]

The fog was making Flint uneasy, to say the least. The limited vision that came with the fog meant that the Republic forces were even more vulnerable to Imperial sneak attacks. Even the full utilization of the Force wouldn't be enough to entirely avoid losses if the Sith decided to strike before the fog cleared. Flint had landed on the planet only a few days ago, one of the many Republic troopers and Jedi dispatched to Hapes in the light of recent skyrocketing of tensions between the Republicans and Imperialists on the planet. One thing Flint knew for certain: The Republic could not afford to lose Hapes no matter what.

Hapans were adamant people, as it turned out. The Hapan leadership decided that they would be stubbornly staying in the region, and so the local population went right along with the decision. That was a plain stupid idea, Flint believed. After scanning the landscape with the assistance of his macrobinoculars, the Jedi Knight hurried over to Jedi Master @[member="Selena Halcyon"]. In his way to the Jedi Master, Flint passed by @[member="Vulpesen"], his former dueling practice partner, and nodded in greetings.

"Master Halcyon, is there a way for us to communicate with the Hapan Queen? We must convince her to evacuate, only then the local population will even consider leaving this region. I've got a feeling that this place is going to turn into a warzone whether the Hapans like it or not." he said, taking another look across the regional landscape dotted with Republic outposts.

 

[Selena Halcyon]

Republic Main Compound

She looked at the Jedi Knight, his request a good one. However, "There is little we can do. Everyday we advise the Queen to leave, as do those close to her. Everyday she rejects the idea sternly, much in the way some captains of old refused to leave their ships when all is lost. While it may be unwise for the safety of the people, it does show a sign of strength though. Some value exists in her staying despite our wishes for her to leave to safety. Her presence may be keeping some noble houses from declaring for the Empire."

After speaking her small datapad bleeted at her and she looked down at it. It stated that a fighter had crashed near the walls of the city. Strange, she thought considering no Republic fighters were flying and she had not seen any kind of distant anti-air firing. She responded quickly that she would attend to the matter and investigate the problem. To the Knight, and the padawan not far away, she extended the offer to join her if they wanted. Quickly she moved to find a speeder and bridge the distance to the crash site.

 

[Jsc]

An Act of War: Observing artillery barrage by @[member="Arcturus Procyon"]

Omega Commander Roberts saw the artillery strike from a close distance on her approach to the *Southern Republic Outpost. She and her five man squad of Omega Shadowguard knew what must be done. The Force spoke to her. There could be no hesitation. She attuned her radio com,

~ "Hapan-Republic Command. This is Omega Reinforcements Tier 1. Commander Roberts speaking. IFF 103 Alpha. Notice: *Southern Republic Outpost is now under artillery fire from enemy emplacements. Recommending that air superiority be established in that fly zone and the enemy artillery be neutralized. Moving to assist. How copy?" ~

With the radio transmission sent, she could now spur to action.

"Shadowguard. Hold position. Heads down. Once the bombardment is over we will move to assist that Outpost."

 

[Levi Hutch]

"Ughhh..." The hatch slowly opened, creaking and nearly falling off of the hinges. A hand reached forth. Sadrion had survived the crash, but even with his protection he had suffered a few injuries. A fractured rib, and a few sprains accompanied a dozen bruises and small cuts. Crawling up, the man stumbled out of the craft in a heap. He could tell this was going to be a very interesting day. Apparently what had happened was a blown engine, just as he was entering the atmosphere. Looking at the ship, it was far beyond repair. Nothing could help it now, in it's most dire state. He'd have to find another way off of the planet later. Looking around, he saw what he had come just to see. Warfare. From his position, he could see an aerial attack on a group of soldiers. Who was attacking who, he didn't know or care. Sadrion hadn't come to help either side, but instead to sabotage both. Perhaps take a few dozen lives along the way, if he could help it. At the moment, however, he needed medical treatment. There was a city nearby, he would head there in search for a doctor. Holding his chest tightly, he slowly made his way over.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen listend to Selena's words, jumping slightly as the artillery was brought down on one of the republic outposts. "So it begins." The words came out as a mumble. This was certainly going to be dangerous and he felt sorry for the Hapans who were loyal to the republic. Their world was being attacked and their infighting would become more intense that before, which was something they did not need. Another explosion sounded, this one smaller and less concussive. He looked to the distance where he saw a smoking ship. "Seems someone's joined the party." He smiled and accepted @[member="Selena Halcyon"]'s invitation. He would enjoy working with her and his former sparring partner. He'd found @[member="Flint Dexen"] to be his match in the ring, and should he go into a conflict we would be comfortable working with these two at his side.

As he walked over to Selena and Dexen, he spoke to the latter. "I actually applaud the Queen for her bravery. We'll be needing her support in this war, considering that this may enter a political front. Showing weakness by leaving could inspire a coup which would leave her out of power and us, out of luck." And if a coup should happen, her guards would all the more reason to repel it, he thought to himself. Every possibility was dancing in his head and he worked sure to take into account every factor, logistically and psychologically.

 

[Flint Dexen]

Republic Main Compound

"Understood, Master @[member="Selena Halcyon"]." replied Flint with a nod. Although he was not very happy about the decision regardless, the Jedi Master seems to have made it clear that that was just how it would be. That said, Flint knew he would do everything in his power to protect the locals.

Flint watched as the Jedi Master and @[member="Vulpesen"] moved off to get themselves to the crash site. "I'll stay here and keep on watching for enemy attacks, if that's fine." he said, his macrobinoculars still in his hands. It wouldn't be necessary to dispatch three Jedi to just check a crash site. Besides, the Imperials could make their move any minute now, the fog would give them plenty of cover for a possible attack.

 

[Christian Slade]

Ta'a Chume'Dan

The Jade Rose Tavern

The force was swelling with warning of an impending confrontation of the light and the darkness...

Hapes was a bustling planet, as alive as it had ever been, though the timing for such prosperity couldn't have been worse. There was a storm brewing over Hapes, and chaos would surely ensue. Chaos was the fuel of the Sith. It burned through their veins, the mere prospect of death and despair that set their hearts on fire. The power that drew inward towards the planet so dense and so profound that it was almost painful.

A twinge of pain rippled across a long, lean, tall man who sat at a bar, arms crossed with the rim of his duster drawn up against his neck and face to conceal him from the typical passerby. He waited there for a time before a short topped glass was delivered to him by the man tending the bar. It was halfway filled with a dark brown liquid, three cubes spinning for a moment after being sat down.

Taking the drink, the man swallowed and enjoyed the taste as the force again swelled within him. It warned him of the destruction that was soon to pass. It was an impressive feeling. A haunting feeling. A feeling he'd grown to enjoy as a dark individual.

There would be so much death... and he was there to benefit from the destruction of any and all who rushed headlong into a war they had no hope to live through.

 

[Grundark]

Zelm Estate​

Watching from his small hill Grundark could watch the falling artillery on the Republic's position. In truth he hadn't expected the attack to come quite this quick, or this obviously, he did respect it though. No trickery no nonsense just a constant bombardment of artillery fire. His eyes searched the skies for any signs of aircraft, but was surprised to see none after the first couple of minutes. Perhaps the Republic simply hadn't been prepared yet, or maybe there was some kink in the line of command. Whatever it was there was an issue, and this early in the game it wasn't a good sign to the Cragmoloid.

Moving one his thick nailed fingers up to scratch behind his rather floppy ears the mercenary grunted at the sight. He was already inside the artillery's firing zone so a little walk over towards the direction of their fire might prove interesting. He'd brought a skiff with him to make sure he had some type of vechile, which wasn't always easy at his weight, and size. Watching his droid troops file on it Grundark followed, and waited a few more minutes as he watched the skies. Last thing he wanted to do was his assets destroyed by a return artillery barrage.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

500 Meters from the Southern Republic Outpost

Eventually the artillery fire stopped. What was surprising was a lack of a response from the enemy lines, he figured they would at least taken small arms fire by now, or that some troops would have came forward to search for the scout team. Arcturus was not just going to sit and wait, he stood up from the hedge line and gave his men a quick shout. "Advance!" He shouted. "Weapons hot!". The Sith apprentice broke into a hard sprint towards the enemy outpost. It was a good five hundred meters and he needed to close that distance quickly. A combination of fog and artillery fire must have confused the enemy and masked the scout team's charge. Arcturus himself reached into the force, drawing upon the passion and anger, the enjoyment of the fight to enhance his movements. He quickly out paced the rest of his scout team, and made it to the main embankment of the Southern Republic Outpost.

With a snap, Arcturus's red lightsaber came to life, then he jumped over the embankment and into a trench. A republic soldier turned to face him, a look of surprise on his face, the red lightsaber piercing through his chest. Just as the man fell two more Republic troopers fired upon Arcturus. His lightsaber came up and deflected the blaster bolts as quickly as they were fired. Arcturus deflected one back, the blaster catching one of the Republic soldiers in the gut. The last one turned and began to run, only to be picked off by shot from an Imperial scout who jumped the embankment. The scout team finally managed to catch up to him and were pushing into the trench, blaster fire broke out between the Imperial scouts and the Republic troopers. Arcturus ducked down in the trench for a moment and activated his comm.

"HQ, HQ this Commander Procyon. Scout Team One has reached the Southern Republic Outpost. Need orders over." He shouted into his comm. Arcturus knew there was no way he could hold this position for long so close to the Republic's staging area.
"Commander neutralize any gun emplacements and weapon stashes you find. Destroy all communication relays and bunkers if possible and fall back." HQ responded.
Arcturus peered over the trench for a moment. "Get the charges ready demo team, we got some work to do."

@[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Miles Varden]

@[member="Karen Roberts"] @[member="Arcturus Procyon"]
Republic Line: Outpost Kilo; Position-Southern most of Map
Walking the perimeter of the Kilo station, Miles had his eyes on the horizon, in search of any hostile movement. He had volunteered his services to aid the locals and was assigned a small squad of local military, militiamen, and officers of the peace. With him, the squad totaled thirteen, and four from each branch. His squad was along the edge of their position, manning the eastern wall of the complex. Sergeant Miles Varden, a former soldier, turned merc, turned pirate, turned back to a soldier. One can never truly escape their destiny; as he reminisced, he could here the telltale echoes of the all too familiar ring of incoming fire. He turned and as loud as he could, INCOMING!!! TAKE COVER!!!!....GET DOWN.....NOW MOVE MOVE MOVE!!!!

Miles scrambled to get his men to cover, as he did a round hit a little too close, sending him flying aside. His armor took the shock wave, but gave his ears a good ring. Looking around, the complex was now flashing red, in and out of view from the explosions. He could see men running every-which-way for cover from the hailstorm of artillery fire. A few weren't so lucky, and vanished from existence before Miles' eyes. A local militiaman from his own squad was one such victim, screaming as the round landed a mere meter from his hiding spot. Rolling to his feet, Miles ran to the command tent to radio in the attack. the officers inside were fluttering about, rallying forces, organizing countermeasures, and medical support. Miles yanked the radio from a comm-box,
Republic Command this is Kilo Station! We are under attack, I repeat, we are under attack. Artillery fire coming in from the North/Northeast. Casualties and wounded are being reported, sound to all stations for high alert. We are moving to counter, I repeat, we are counter-firing.

With that, he ran back out into the maelstrom for the nearest artillery battery. Fire on position 006 by 25. Lay down two then hold, repeat to all Batteries. Fire two then hold.
Miles saw some Empire soldiers moving out from a covered position to attack the trenches 30 meters from the outpost. Men from the trenches began returning fire and moving to counter the advances. A Sith was noticed moving into the trenched with rapid speed. Miles called to his squad and the others, Alpha through Delta squads move up to counter, Echo to Gamma move to the perimeter for overhead support, the rest stay and hold this position.

Miles and the rest of Alpha ran with the other forty soldiers to aid the trenches. The battle for the Two Rivers had begun.

 

[Grundark]

The skiff moved towards the forward Republic defenses, the skiff left hidden a few kilometers back. With his war droids he had reached the line of the Republic. Already they were under attack by a very aggressive Sith force who were punishing the recently bombarded Republic line. Already they were fighting each other, and it seems they forgot all about hiring help. Well he'd have to remind them of the error of their ways.

"Gundark requires Legionnaire droids to kill Sith, kill them all." Raising his trunk in rage he let off one long note for his war cry and charged forward into the rear of the Imperial line. The Sith's recon team was pinched between the Cragmoloid's forces, and the front line of the Republic. Meeting the first Stormtrooper head on Gundark just charged through him, literally, the impaled body hanging on his tusk. With a savage shake of his head he threw the dead Stormtrooper off and towards another of his kind.

Reaching the next one he drew his arm back and slammed his first into the trooper's chest crushing his armor into him. Unfortunately his size also made it literally impossible to miss him in close range with a rifle. A grazing shot ran across his arm drawing a small well of blood, and the pain shooting up his arm merely fueled his rage. Picking up a nearby rock he simply threw it at the trooper who shot him, and blew another loud note through his trunk. Between the front lines of the Republic, and the read charge of Grundark the Sith were hurt. He needed them to report back though, how else would the Sith know next time that they'd better hire the beast.

Backing up to his squad of droids the mercenary left the field of battle without a word, but they'd remember now that there was a monster for sale on Hapes. This was going to be good, and if all went well he could expand his operation on Hapes. Vigo would be pleased with that, or she'd want to gut him, who knew with women.

@[member="Miles Varden"] @[member="Arcturus Procyon"] @[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

The ground began to shake from the distant shelling, the vibrations rocking the pallet back and forth until finally Daxton rose up. Rubbing his palms from his bleary eyes, he ignored the pair of females still sleeping on both sides of the bed. He had worn them out last night in a rather disturbingly energetic and frenzied dance to celebrate his arrival on the planet. Sorely tempted to reach down and harass them in their sleep, the Sith Lord rose instead.

Donning a dark green silk robe, he plucked an apple from a nearby fruit stand and bit into it, unmindful of the juices that ran down his chin. Chewing softly, he considered carefully his next move. Where would he strike next, he wondered as his eyes studied the map before him.