The War on Hapes (Year Long RP)

[Rang Inyri]

Rang had a sympathetic expression on her face listening to this man, it was sad to hear. Both of these men exchanging words, one trying to turn another. She was hoping that what @[member="Vulpesen"] was doing would hopefully resonate well with this man, so that he may be redeemed and surrender. She didnt want to result to violence if there was another way around it. Then she was thrown off by the arrival of a dragon. "What the? A dragon!?" She said surprised while the wind it kicked up blew her hair backwards. It didnt seem as though he was coming for all of them nevertheless she had to act quickly when she saw the fire forming. Using her skill in altering the environment, she made use of the already existing wind currents to shield the group from the fire. It took quite alot of energy for her to perform this but she did it nevertheless. She let the shield disperse at the end of the flames, and formed it into a small breeze. Now focusing back on the enemy, slightly breathing heavily. Then she saw @[member="Arcturus Procyon"] coming for her and she quickly drew her blade in a reverse grip blocking his attack, the strength behind his attack made her grunt. As she held her blade agaisnt his, she quickly pushed back breaking the lock, flipping her blade, and striking horizontally at his chest.

@[member="Yusan Fenn"] @[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"] @[member="Marcus Faust"]

 

[Tal Lom]

Tal, had been using his force abilities to hide from plain sight. If anyone had been actively prepared for it however he would of been seen, but up until now he had been safe. No he appeared his light saber out and a grin on his face. Tal hadn't fought in too long. So here he was staring down the foes of the Sith. He chuckled and just waited to see what his appearance would cause. He was that cocky. Tal, gave the first move to whoever would pay attention to him.
@[member="Yusan Fenn"]@[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"]@[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"]@[member="Marcus Faust"]@Vulpesen@Rang Inyri

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen found @[member="Arcturus Procyon"] hard not to notice and he held out his hand, waiting till the precise moment of no return to send a force push at the sith apprentice's hands hands. It was basic, and it served one purpose, to move the attack sideways and away from his friend, opening the apprentice to a counter attack should @[member="Rang Inyri"] decide to host one. Arcturus was filled with hate, and had stricken against a friend of Vulpesen. To him, attacking a comrade was worse than attacking Vulpesen himself and he'd be damned if some young sith killed a partner before he could do anything. @[member="Marcus Faust"] had the advantage of experience, but the younger one had charged someone of equal level who was under the protection of another of equal title. All in all, Vulpesen almost felt sorry for the dark fool.
@[member="Yusan Fenn"]

 

[Isar]

The Republic line's artillery thundered and hundreds of shells and plasma bolts flew through the air. Their parabola trajectories aimed to hit a flying dragon, and reputedly one of the fastest flying creatures in the galaxy that was currently flapping its wings directly over the Republic outpost. As the shells began to whiz around him, Faenrovon climbed higher and higher until frost began to coat his wings. The shells, when they reached their peak, slowed at the arc before beginning to descend at incredible speeds. Faenrovon watched it all as if in slow motion, climbing higher into the thin air. The artillery could not reach him here, at the top of everything. He watched with great yellow eyes as @[member="Vulpesen"]'s order proved disastrous. If he wanted to kill a dragon, he should have used flak. These shells could be heard and seen miles before they reached him and by that time, Faenrovon had climbed too high for their biting reach.

The thing about artillery is that you never, ever call it in close to your position. Which is exactly what Vulpesen had just ordered, without even a warning of danger close. Artillery shells rained onto the Republic outpost, shattering defenses and sending up pillars of dirt. Shrapnel and shockwaves tore through Republic troops as the friendly fire from the unwitting artillery killed their own. Men and women died as the outpost crumbled, shell shattering earth, stone and bone. Above them all, Faenrovon laughed, watching as the ants destroyed themselves.

@Rang Inyari @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Marcus Faust"] @[member="Yusan Fenn"] @[member="Arcturus Procyon"]
(OOC: artillery is raining down on everyone in the area)

 

[Vulpesen]

(OOC: The outpost is destroyed by Arturus, and everyone is outside of the selected area.)

 

[Marcus Faust]

"No, you see Jedi, you are wrong. We all have a monster inside us, Jedi cage it, Dark Jedi let it loose, and Sith put it on a leash. We control it because without control there will always be strife. With freedom comes a choice, and with a choice there are always those who will make the wrong one. Take away the choice and you end all pain." Marcus explained. @[member="Vulpesen"] would probably be taken aback by the words, if he wasn't, props to him. He would've preferred to let @[member="Rang Inyri"] fight it out, in fact he would. Should Vulpesen move to intervene, he would strike him down.

 

[Vulpesen]

"You suggest slavery for order. I cannot abide." Vulpesen continued with the force push. Something a sit could never understand was the willingness to help others at ones own expense. However, Vulpesen was far from out of tricks. He had already taken into account the sith's unstable nature as he made the act and had prepared himself for it while making the actions. Should he be attacked, then Vulpesen would win and Marcus would lose any chance of bringing the boy into darkness.

As usual, every order was calculated and Vulpesen prepared for the attack by holding his saber at a more defensive position. The usage of the blades would depend on what @[member="Marcus Faust"] would do, but it was certain that Vulpesen had a plan to live, even if it came at the cost of a few scrapes. With the choice to do evil, comes the choice to do good. "I have chosen the path of good and I am secure with my allies, however you Sith plot against each other and have chaos in your ranks. You profess against what you are. Jedi will stand together, yet with being a Sith, comes a betrayal that we Jedi will not have to face."

@[member="Yusan Fenn"] @Rang Nyri @[member="Arcturus Procyon"]

 

[Serah Oricion]

@[member="Tal Lom"]

Yusan changed targets with the others preoccupied and turned his head towards the newcomer Sith. His eyes focused on the man and his grip tightened slowly made his way to Tal lom slowly. Removing his helmet he turned his eyes on the other and spoke clearly and confidently. "Turn back Sith, this world is not one that the Sith will enslave like all the others, i wont let it become one." The Senator held his mothers blade out before him and waited for the Sith's response, his feet planted firmly and his eyes clear as the lingered on the Sith. He would not let this one phase him, he would not lose to this one. "And i will defeat you if you do not turn back."

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Arcturus was not going to debate half baked philosophies on Jedi and Sith ideology. At this moment only the fight mattered, and he was going to spend every ounce of his being into wining this fight. The Jedi he faced was quick to block, which at first surprised him, when she flipped away he charged forwards not letting her gain the ground and moment to launch a strong of attack of her own. He kept his blade vertical and merely rotated his hips and hands to block the incoming horizontal slash. "Not good enough." He brought the hilt of the lightsaber up to his shoulders and came down hard with a vertical slash right at her head.

@[member="Rang Inyri"]

 

[Domino]

Lighthouse Docks, Wharf-side Inn.

The hook flew through the air trailing its line off the second floor balcony until it and the little piece of bread impaled upon it splashed into the sea below. Domino had used a side-handed cast to avoid the roof, a corner pillar of which she leaned back against as she sat on the railing, one foot propped up, the other dangling to the balcony. Reversing her left-handed grip of the fishing pole, she rested her hand in her lap while picking up her sandwich with her other. As far away as she was, the sounds of fighting couldn't be heard but its effects could be felt all along the wharfs and jetties of the small community. Everywhere people were rushing about either packing and leaving to go where they thought they'd be safer or boarding up their houses and places of business to try and weather through it all. As for herself, the Twi'lek was content with another bite of her sandwich and a glance back into her room to check the screen of the tablet propped up on her bed. Nothing yet on the suitcase scanner which suited her just fine. She'd come here for a vacation, last time she let the dartboard decide, at least when she was blindfolded.

 

[Rang Inyri]

Rang had managed to block his attack, but her counter failed. He quickly put the pressure on, not allowing her to gain any momentum. She brought her blade up to parry his vertical attack to her head. He had obviously wanted to end the battle quickly seeing as he was using all his strength behind every attack she landed. Rang was no weakling and she was determined to defend herself. Holding her blade agaisnt his she pushed it off ending their lock. "Your too aggressive, you definitely won't be getting a second date" she said with a smirk. She brought her sword back up so that it was across her chest, ending just past her left ear. She took a deep breath, and ran up bringing her sword down for a vertical slash.

@[member="Arcturus Procyon"]

 

[Tal Lom]

@[member="Yusan Fenn"]
Tal laughed at the boy. " Foolish boy, this world will be your tomb. For we have already won, you just refuse to admit it." He said as he ran towards the man, using the force to enhance his speed and body. His saber was swinging in from the right as he charged towards him ready to strike at Yusan the instant they connected. This was going to be an interesting fight, a Twil'lk vs a Echani.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Arcturus's attack failed yet again, she managed to block his attack yet again. Their blades locked, she spoke but Arcturus was not in the mood for playful teasing. His face was stone cold, his anger brooding beyond belief. His men were all dead and strewn across the battlefield, he was in no mood for a teasing chat. When she slashed at him again, Arcturus responded with a quick parry, instead of letting the blades lock, her blades was parried downwards. He seize the moment and gave a hard thrust at her torso, driving his lightsaber inwards at her. "Shut up and die!"

@Rang Inyri

 

[Serah Oricion]

@[member="Tal Lom"]

Yusan raised his blade to parry the strike and quickly back away from the charging Sith. Taking a Makashi stance he grinned at the twilik as he stood there. Sure to keep his distance for now until he had a clear understanding of who he was fighting and what to expect from the man. He was experienced, confident, and very much dangerous. He clearly out ranked anything that Yusan had training in so he would have to throw the rules of normal engagement out the window. Yusan's eyes drifted now to the man's weapon. He realized now that the Twilik had a dual bladed saber judging by its length and what appeared to be a second emitter. He scanned over the area now, and from what he could tell they had plenty of room to maneuver and fight, no large rocks though plenty of scattered debris and the dead no doubt. He would have to remember that.

His eyes now returned to the man, he needed to know the man's weakness, but what was it. The man seemed to be ready for a fight and he was smart, had Yusan remained where he had been that second saber would have ended this fight much faster. Yusan's own tricks included his two blades on his back and the pistol's at his side but he would have to use those only when he was sure that things were in his favor. He probably could tire out the other, but he needed to know what stance the sith was using, and how best to counter it. He had been sure to read each of the forms in his spare time, and was sure that if he prolonged the battle long enough he would be able to deduce which one it was but he was no devoted Jedi. He was a Senator with minimal training in the force so his training in Makashi mixed with his Echani fighting techniques he knew would have to do.

He readied himself and placed both hands on the saber that he held, staring at the Sith and waiting once more, this time he would not run. "Help me if you can mother..." The plea would be only one he made out of habit, it was something he had always done when he used his mothers blade, as if her spirit resided with it.

 

[Rang Inyri]

Her taunting wasn't doing much, atleast it didn't seem that way. His face only had a cold expression. She could tell when she was making her attack, which was quickly parried and ended. Her sword hit the ground, and his attack was coming in quick for the death dealing blow, but she moved her left foot back, and side stepped barely dodging his blade, which cut, and burned through her robes, and the surface of her skin. She used her step to spin around him planning to hit him in the back with her forearm, while she quickly took acouple of steps back, disengaging combat, falling to her knee and holding on to her wound. Her eyes were squinted, and she was breathing slightly heavy. "Well looks like you got me." She said.

@[member="Arcturus Procyon"]

 

[Tal Lom]

Tal laughed, " Hmm it seems your better than I gave you credit for " He was in Juyo stance. He went in for a strike again, this time twirling his blade and activating the second hilt moments before it would come in contact with him. He then would reverse his swing as he got a feel for his opponent and let the haze of battle take him. He needed to get a feel for this boy. While the whole thing was happening, a large rock was sailing in the air towards the boy. This would determine his awareness Tal thought.
@[member="Yusan Fenn"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen turned quickly to Rang, sensing her trouble. "No one hurts my comrades." His voice held an icy chill, and he pulled several daggers from his jacket. Marcus could attack Vulpesen with all of his fury, and it would not stop the apprentice. He would never stand for the pain of his friends, let alone their deaths. With a quick use of the force, Vulpesen separated his attention between @[member="Marcus Faust"] and @[member="Arcturus Procyon"], the latter of which soon found themselves slowed down as the jedi force hurled five sharp pointy objects towards their chest. Vulpesen kept a grip on them through the force, using it to overcome any force attempts the enemy might have to bat them aside. Five objects would be difficult to block with a saber blade, and thus Vulpesen had purposely left his enemy two options. Retreat, or die. At the very least, the attack would give @[member="Rang Inyri"] a distraction to move work with.

 

[Serah Oricion]

Yusan let his body move with his blade in the fluid motions that accompanied the Makashi form, he had chosen to train under it for the sole reason that it was a technique that focused on dueling allowing him to fight with much more effort than the Twilik that took a Juyo stance. But it was not without it's weaknesses, while he saw the large rock coming for him there was little more he could do than move so that Tal Lom was between it and himself. If the stone changed course Tal Lom would be hit before Yusan would, or he would dodge it and give Yusan the opening he needed to duck and reach in, jabbing at the Sith as was the type of strikes that Makashi demanded. Juyo was not a form he had extensive training against though, its strong strikes forced Yusan to stay on the defensive and gave him few opportunities to strike as he moved with his blade. @[member="Tal Lom"]

 

[Garza]

Taking no waste in action at all. I knew that a war would break out on Hapes. Just the mere mention of it was enough to say that a War would start. Simply I had landed off farther away than what was expected of the Sith. In my ship I had taken out my LA-1 Supra that had been modified for off road travel. With wheels that had larger teeth and larger shocks, I bounded off towards the battle field. As I neared I could see the shelling of rounds blasted in the air. Only then did I see a thing flying in the sky as speeds that were nearly impossible for any normal human or jetpack. I thought that it may be a ship, but up there to evade the missiles so easily was childs play to the thing.

Not even a soon as I did. I bound off between a ship that had landed and had fallen to the ground. Someone was there climbing out of the wreckage, but I could care less about them. I needed to get into the battle. Dressed in my armor I had to go at a somewhat slow pace so I could avoid the shelling that rained down like explosive hail. I looked to see people that were fighting on and on. Then off to the right, I saw a familiar shine that could only be done with strawberry hair. Smiling I bounded towards the woman that I had once met.

Not wasting any time I had pulled out my Magmasaber and had it at the ready. With my mask on and hood up I decided that I would help out the Jedi woman. Nearing a natural ramp of ground. I flew into the air and shot myself towards the two. Seeing her land to the ground I slammed in between the Sith and Rang. Smiling as my saber activated. "Nice to meet you again Rang, Care if I join?" I didn't wait for a responce when I had sent my blade to saber across the man's chest.

@[member="Rang Inyri"], @[member="Arcturus Procyon"]

 

[Alan]

War.​

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War was all he knew.​

War was what he was best at.​

War was what he was born for.​

War was what made him whole.​

He was born from the ashes of war, and to the ashes he would return. He would return to the darkness, and in that darkness, he would finally find peace.This is where Tracyn Ordo, Knight of the Order of the Republic, was hoping where he would finally find peace.​

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And this was the place that Tracyn Ordo hoped he would finally be buried.​

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There was a mighty, terrifying, and awesome roar in the distance. Tracyn had been meditating, feeling the world shake from the battering of artillery. The soft thuds of dead men hitting the ground, distant mothers weeping as they felt something off. Tracyn slowly stood, looking down upon the battered field. He wondered what their last thoughts were. He wondered how they felt, if it hurt. He'd been shot, stabbed, and electrocuted before. But he had always been lucky. A mixture of armor, resilience, and life, clinging to him like a disease. Tracyn rubbed his weary face, the years waning on him. He was no longer a youthful man in appearance, he had aged considerably in just a few short years. He wondered if this war would end, with a victor on either side. The way that it was being fought, it looked to draw a stalemate. Tracyn picked up a rifle, hoisting it over his back. It was a cheap, standard issue Republic rifle. He clipped his lightsaber to his belt, looking down at the battle. He looked solemn for a moment, holding his old helmet in his hands. Something that he hadn't worn in quite some time. His helmet. Scarred and worn, the thing actually looked newer than his armor. He would need it, for the daunting war ahead. Tracyn slowly lowered it down to his head, and rolled his shoulders. The Ori'ramikade teachings were fresher in his mind, as his HUD booted up. It was all in Mando'a, something not many were familiar with.

Tracyn was overlooking the Sith outpost, but his eyes turned solemnly towards the farms. He had grown up on one, briefly. He still, technically, partially owned one. Suddenly, his rifle, his armor, and everything felt heavy. He looked solemn for a moment, before running his crushgaunted hands over his helmet, pulling up the range finder, and took one final breath good breath, feeling the serenity of the area, but unable to find the true peace in which he longed for. He tapped into the Republic channels, after inputting his secure frequency. It would be a bit odd, a transmission via burst and coming from a Mandalorian HUD, but nevertheless, the codes were valid and ID'd him as Tracyn Ordo."This is Knight Ordo, reporting in. Where am I needed?"He bluntly stated over the comm channels, now wishing desperately that he had brought some friends.

Then he realized....he didn't have any.​