The War on Hapes (Year Long RP)

[Gorba the Hutt]

A shiny, black boulder unfolded itself, rising up out of the grass to show a white underbelly as the Herglic rose to his full height. The whale smiled, revealing rows of huge, pointed teeth. Hion's big, teacup size eyes watched @[member="Grundark"] like he would the sharp-toothed Progenitor. The gray one stood taller than even himself. Broader too. It was rare for Hion to encounter someone more physically intimidating than himself. Cragmoloids were that rarity. Hion had never met a Cragmoloid before, but this certainly fit the description. The metal of Hion's greatsaber felt cold in his flipper as he readjusted his grip.

Hion held his arms out to either side in a gesture of peace. "Hauum," he began, his voice incredibly deep and sonorous, carrying far across the grass, "We wish for peace, friend... Grundark."

The two stood facing each other, giants, a small expanse of grass between all that stood between them. The tension in the air was high. Hion's big, black eyes scanned the behemoth before him. Blood spattered Grundark's grey hide and the droids behind him did not look friendly. Neither did @[member="Grundark"]. No, not friendly at all. Hion hummed nervously.

"My friends will stay where they are, hauum, but I shall speak to you." Hion eyed the Cragmoloid's fearsome tusks. "Who do you fight for?"

 

[Flint Dexen]

Flint was a tad bit late. No not really. He was very late. When he and his squadron of troopers had set off on their speeders, they hadn't expected to be delayed by the fog. But they were. The fog put them off-course, going far too east from @[member="Vulpesen"]'s actual location. It took them about fifteen minutes, far longer than Flint would've liked, to recourse their way to where they were supposed to go.

When Vulpesen woke up, he would find himself covered in Bacta patches. It was a good thing that at least one trooper had brought a medkit with them. Without it, Vulpesen may have died right off the bat from blood loss. Flint and his troops parked the speeders right near their location, and Flint had helped applying the patches to his Jedi friend's grave injuries. He'd be out of action for a bit, and a good several hours in the Bacta tank would be necessary before Vulpesen could safely rejoin combat.

"Lie still." Flint said when Vulpesen had possibly regained consciousness. He and the other Republic troops dragged the Jedi Padawan out of the area of combat, away from enemy's range of attack.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen woke with quite a start. He was alive, he couldn't move but that didn't matter he'd done his part. He had few expectations to win, simply to bring in reinforcements. He was about to lay back and sleep again when he was reminded by the crystal in his hand. His voice came with difficulty, but he eventually found it. "Get the crystal.... destroy the hilt for all I care, but get my family crystal Dexen." The voice was weak, and hoarse, but it also held a desperation. One of the boys greatest fears was losing the link to his lost family, and yet he could do nothing about it. Not only was he suffering from the sith's inflictions, but also from the force feeding he had sacrificed his body to near the end of the match. Regardless, he was done and his part was over. The outpost not had a proper defense of soldiers which comforted the jedi as the drifted back to sleep, using the force to help his wounds. He doubted it would do much, but the trance gave his mind a distraction from the pain. @[member="Flint Dexen"]

EDIT: Due to the departure of the sith lord, Vulpesen's words should be considered as babble as he will have to continue that hunt later.

 

[Marcus Faust]

Uh...Marcus has left the area, go bother the dragon.))

 

[Flint Dexen]

(Edited above post)

Flint simply nodded at @[member="Vulpesen"]'s words, although he had no idea what he meant by that. Leaving the medic to tend to the Jedi Padawan, Flint looked around for any hostile forces that remained in the area.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Stepping out of his tent, he nodded in acknowledgement to the other officers nearby. "Gods there is nothing like the smell of fresh napalm in the morning." Said to his adjutant as he got on his modified speeder and kicked the engines to life. "Tell the bombing group I want I strafe run along the enemies lines of retreat 5 minutes after we enter battle is that understood? Good, dismissed."

It wasn't a small boast on his part, after all few mortals could stay long once Daxton's aura of horror kicked in, those that remained were probably Jedi easily dealt with, the rest would be cannon fodder trying to make it back to Republic lines.

A timely bombardment would thin out the survivors and encourage them to keep running, all the way off planet if they could. Daxton didn't pull any punches, nor did he give his enemy any quarter.

Two full speeder squads formed up behind the Sith, as he led them to support the Sith push forward. After all it was impossible to miss the dragon flying around the enemy position, breathing death and destruction all around him. This was enough firepower to seriously turn the tide in their favor, at least for now.

If the rest of the Sith forces moved up behind them, it would be a decisive blow in their favor so early in the fight. With a sneer on his lips, Daxton activated the forward facing plasma cannons, eagerly hoping some foolish target would present itself for destruction.



Let the blood bath begin.

 

[Tal Lom]

While his blade and himself moved to stop both strikes of the saber he was hit in the chest by the kick, knocking him to the ground. When the Twilik would try to strike Yusan would roll out of the way and kick with both feet up into the gut of the other. The kick would have the same trick that the twilik used on him where he put a bit of force energy behind it, that mixed with a strike that was both unorthidox and unexpected should knock the Twilik off guard long enough should it work so that Yusan could return to his feet. Once standing again if possible, he would level his saber on the Sith and wait for it to strike once more, he decided that tiring him out would be the best tactic here. @[member="Tal Lom"]

Tal smirked, as the rock had relifted it self and flew towards Yusan. as it sped as fast as Tal could muster to hurt the boy. He laughed as he waited for the large object to hit the boy. " Give up why you can boy, embrace the dark side!" He said, knowing that he did't care. He wanted to distract the boy from the other rock that he was moving towards him incase the first one failed.
@[member="Yusan Fenn"]

 

[Serah Oricion]

Yusan's eyes traced the first and the second stone, cursing himself as he knew he couldn't escape this without being hit. He chose to dodge the first stone by jumping over it at the last second then take then next to his left side, he could hear his body shudder as he was he and fell to the ground. Landing on the ground he held his left arm, it was dislocated for sure, possibly broken, the pain made him visibly cringe and it took everything not to cry out in pain and give the Sith satisfaction. He forced the armor to lock along his arm, allowing for him to keep from bending it and creating a temporary cast. Of course this feature was something that was meant to be used in conjunction with his envirosuit he wore so it would still bend if he wanted it to but it would keep his arm straight for now.

He raised his saber in his right hand and grimaced, the pain still crawling up his arm and across his back but he had to focus and fight this man as long as he can. There was no telling if he would be allowed to escape or retreat, so he would have to wait for reinforcements. @[member="Tal Lom"]

 

[Tal Lom]

"Give up now?" He asked knowing he scored a hit, but any animal in a corner was even more dangerous. He needed to make sure that he didn't get to rash, but that didn't stop him from charging Yusan, with a powerful swipe towards his left side. He used the force to enhance his speed and power. He needed to end this quickly so he could figure out what to do next. This was just a bug he needed to squash. This was his attempt at doing it. He wondered what drove this boy. He didn't stand a chance.
@[member="Yusan Fenn"]

 

[Serah Oricion]

Grinned and moved under the strike, but he knew the strike would be followed up by the other end of the saber staff. He fixed this problem easily as he disengaged his saber, placed his hand on the twilik's chest, and slid his leg behind his foes. He was ninety percent sure the twilik would be too shocked at what Yusan was doing to react and Yusan spared no second, the moemnt his limbs were in place he pushed forward with his right hand and pulled back his right leg, effectively causing @[member="Tal Lom"] to be knocked off his feet and to the ground. Yusan had done this in no more than three seconds should it succeed and would smile as he reactivated his saber and would hold it at the Twilik's throat while keeping his eyes on the area around him. The only way this was possible, a decade of Echani unarmed and bladed fighting techniques, if it wasnt for his heritage he would have been dead long before now.

 

[Jorin]

To the theme of: God's Gonna Cut You Down, by Johnny Cash))

A series of clicks resounded throughout the cargo bay of the Republic troop transport, energy batteries being loaded into rifles and soft bleep as the weapons were primed. Four men were inside the ship, RSFU Officer Armor donned accept for the helmet. Four men, the same face. The clones slid on their helmets without a word, each wielding a DB-08 Blaster Rifle. They were the first of a new breed, flash trained with the memories of the old breed that had fought so long ago. Republic Commandos.

"All call signs check in."

"RC-004, present."

"Three Eight here."

"RC-026 is green."

"RC-001, is clear. Let's go give 'em a welcome boys."

As the ship landed and doors slid open, four commandos jumped out, instantly forming into a diamond formation and rushing towards @[member="Yusan Fenn"] and @[member="Tal Lom"]. The group didn't need orders now, they knew the job. Raising their rifles they let off precise and deadly shots at the Sith Knight in quick bursts. RC-001, or 'Prime' was utterly silent as he fired, the soft kick of his rifle against his shoulder plate was almost relaxing. The rhythm was consistent and fluid. Death was music to his ears.

 

[Tal Lom]

Tal had been on the ground pinned but he used the force to move both him and his foe out of the way of the shots, that would of hit both of them. "kark" he said as he tried to get up and out of the way in a heartbeat, smirking as he sent 4 rocks hurling towards the commandos and he made his way away from them all. This wasn't the type of fight he liked to be in, and if the Commandos saw with computers, and not their actual vison well they wouldn't even see him.

@[member="Cody Jorin"] @[member="Yusan Fenn"]

 

[Serah Oricion]

Yusan stood there for a few moments before turning to the Commandos that had arrived and shook his head. He needed his arm fixed first before he did anything, much less yell at commandos that almost shot him. He hurried to his speeder and took it back to the base camp, his arm needed mended soon or else it could get worse.

 

[Alan]

There was a heavy thud as Tracyn entered the camp, placing himself in a position within the trenches. He leveled his rifle, and then started to move the Republic troops in a very peculiar fashion, with an empty space in the middle and the form of just two fire groups, creating an X-shape in the middle. This allowed them to decimate any incoming Sith forces, and Tracyn relayed the order to form the X-pattern in all of the frontline patterns, significantly increasing their ability to hold off larger forces incoming across the fields. Tracyn looked skyward, seeing the dragon. He glanced around, and then tightened his grip on his lightsaber, and then activated his jetpack. He rocketed across the sky, coming towards the massive dragon, bellowing a war cry. He went for the vulnerable squishy parts, the connecting tissue and muscle of the wings, not with his lightsaber, but rather his napalm-infused wrist-mounted flamethrower. Such was the benefit of keeping your supercommando armor.

Even if he missed, the napalm was a gelatinous substance, and would no doubtedly stick to the dragon no matter where he threw at it, as Tracyn was going towards him from below, and the speed at which it shot at him insured that it wouldn't just fall back towards Tracyn."You have the force, and so do I. Why are you here?"He tried something that he doubted not a lot of people tried to do with the dragon - he wanted to talk to it, like a person. The naplam was just to get it's attention and identify Tracyn as a possible threat to him as well.

He, at least, hoped that it would work.

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

Adenn watched a troop transport land and open it's hatches open up, releasing four troopers that looked so much like the republic commandos. Adenn wondered if they looked like the great Jango Fett, or how anyone would have even gotten the Fett genome this far after he died. Pushing the thought out of his mind Adenn grabbed his railgun and started running towards them, they where distracted by a sith knight, Adenn still expected them to have 360 degree vision much like his own. jumping and jet packing to the group of commandos right side, he took out a mandalorian ripper in his left hand, while still holding he railgun, and fired multiple shots at them then holstered it and ducked behind a nearby rock.
@[member="Tal Lom"]@[member="Cody Jorin"]

 

[Jorin]

"Down!"

The commandos responded instantly, rolling around to the other side of the boulder they'd taken up positions behind. Primer issued a series of hand gestures, which ordered 38 and 26 to keep up the fire on @[member="Tal Lom"] while he and 004 opened fire on the Mandolorian @[member="Adenn Gra'tua"]. It was odd, the Sith had invaded Mandolorian territory yet here he was attacking the Republic. 001 raised up the DB-08 in his hands and loosed several rounds at the head of the mandolorian as 004 suppressed him with a full auto barrage.

 

[Miles Varden]

Miles descended to the ground after firing a rocket at the dragon. He could no longer see the creature do to cloud cover. He hoped the rocket would reach its target, but on to more pressing issues. Sith had destroyed his compound, radioing the remaining men, he called them to regroup.

What's the status on reinforcements? Have we secured all casualties and wounded? Get me a transport and a line to HQ

Miles walked with his men as they went about their tasks. He had lost 80% of the compound, and 90% of his men. The damned dragon would be steaks by the end of this war. For now he needed to reassemble Kilo station.

A soldier ran up to him with a semi-functional long range communicator. This is Sergeant Miles Varden of Kilo Station. We have been assaulted by the Empire's troops, last count was three Sith, a few dozen troops and a dragon. We need repairs to the station, and reinforcements ASAP.

HQ here, help is on the....did you say a dragon? Where in the verse could that come from? What's the status of the Station.

Correct, a dragon, Arkanian to be specific. It came in torched the whole area, Republic and Empire alike, then took off for the clouds. The station is useless. I have few men, and even fewer weapons emplacements. We are effectively, defenseless. The only thing that could stop another attack is the few Jedi that showed up, and me and my men. We are in need of aid soon. Varden Out.

@[member="Cody Jorin"] @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Yusan Fenn"] @[member="Flint Dexen"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Hion the Herglic"] @[member="Selena Halcyon"]

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Acturus was ready to slay the Jedi. His kill imminent when one of her comrades Vulpseen sent several daggers flying at his chest. The Sith Apprentice quickly rolled out of their way, however when he returned to his feet the initiative had been lost. With haste Arcturus broke into a sprint back towards the Sith Lines. Eventually an air speeder came round and pulled up next to him as he got far enough from the Republic's line of defense. Inside the half a dozen members of the scout team who remained.

"Is this it?" Arcturus barked. He looked back at Kilo Outpost. That commando @[member="Miles Varden"] had led the slaughter of his men. One of the Imperial Scouts looked at the Sith and spoke. "We've got eight men remaining, sir however command says the mission-" The soldier was cut short by the angry apprentice. "I don't care about the kriffing mission! Get Imperial Intelligence on the line and find out who that commando was!" Arcturus would have his revenge, it was the way of the Sith. "And take us to the Zelm estate, I want to have a talk with the locals." His gaze shifted to their estate.

 

[Nyos Val]

Nyos disembarked with a dozen transports to Kilo Station for aid and repairs. He made sure he had all the medical supplies he needed to patch up any wounded. From the sounds of the reports, the damage was colossal, and the number of KIA's was still climbing.

As the transports neared the edge of Kilo Station's perimeter, the full image of the destruction took Nyos by surprise. how could the Empire have done so much with just a scouting party. Even for Sith this was a lot. Nyos was the first off the transport that carried the medical teams. He ran to the CO, an old friend, @[member="Miles Varden"]. Where are your wounded Sgt.?

 

[Miles Varden]

Lt. Val, my wounded are over there, behind the ruins of my outpost. Thank you for coming so hastily.

Alright, round up all ammo and weapons you can, find me something to track the enemy lines. We need to reestablish a line. All incoming troops, recover and repair the trenches. Set up replacement artillery pieces over there, get that AA-mount over here. Set up the new HQ tent there, move people, we're at war, this IS NOT A DRILL.....I ask that all Jedi take up positions as you see fit.

Miles ran to the nearest downed soldier, and went about obtaining ammo and weapons, alongside his men, he made sure everyone knew he was part of the struggle too.