This isn't the Faction you were looking for...[New Order Skirmish with the Liberty Concord]

[Darth Ferus]

Krest slowly set his second hand on the hilt of his blade. His kind? Iridonian? Did [member="Darth Vulcanus"] have something to do with his people disbanding as far as they did? No, the Iridonians were always a small group, scattered across the Galaxy. So what did this man mean..? The Zabrak kept quiet however, simply watching the Sith lord. He had no idea how to attack this man, how to initiate combat with someone who was stronger then he.

 

[Darth Narakada]

With his star destroyer safely away from the planet, Nar'Vash's drop ship was zeroing in on the planet, ready to enter the atmosphere. "You've fought along side me many times, none of you have ever failed me. Keep that up, but more so today. The people we will be fighting today are beyond all. I want you killing their grunts and henchmen. Leave the big boys to me."

"Sir! We have position coordinates of a high ranking man. Set course?" his pilot was being helpful as ever. "Please." Nar'Vash replied.

This ship hit the atmosphere and his nine man elite Vong guard team readied themselves. "Lets shove our sabers down their throats."

The ship flew in close to the tree tops, shaking in the air as they moved swiftly over trees and weapons firing. The bay opened, signaling their drop zone was near. "3. 2. 1. Go." All ten men jumped into a free fall into the forest. Their fall slowed by the Force. He saw his target talking into a comm unit.

"Hello good sir," he said, his mystical green saber sliding out from the hilt.

[member="Canal Tal'Verda"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Krest"]

The man stayed silent and he did not attack, he just seemed to watch Vulcanus. Such weakness, it made Vulcanus disgusted with himself. Drawing his Sith Sword, Vulcanus spun the curved blade in his hand a studied the man. He had power locked inside him, he could feel it, but he had yet to embrace the darkness that had so obviously created him. This filth could prove to be a powerful enforcer for the darkside, if only he learned to embrace the ways of true power and devote himself to the New Order and its goals. However, Vulcanus could just tell by the look across his face that he had no idea who he even was.

"Do you truly not know my presence? I knew you would turn out to be weak willed, I wanted to slit your throat the first time I laid eyes on you...you owe my priests your life, lesser."

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

[member="Nar'vash Ver-Sha"] [member="Canal Tal'Verda"]

Ori'Alor pulled her sword out of it's shieth, and pointed it at the newcommer. "I'm guessing by the Vong that your with the CIS." Ori'Alor said, readying a pistol with her other hand "You have one chance to leave, or you will die." Ori'Alor stepped in front of Canal protectively, she could take damage alot better than he could. "Get the men back." Ori'Alor said, over the private line she shared with Canal again "this is gonna be heavy." Ori'Alor started approaching the newcommer, slowly and cautiosly, using the force to key up her striength and reflexes. "Your move." Ori'Alor said, holdingher sword in the ready position.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra stopped following [member="Keziah Denko"] for a moment, her head shooting back in the direction she had been walking away from. Something wasn't right, something was very wrong and now she wasnt sure what she felt, but it was far too familiar. "Damnit..." She sprinted back towards [member="Darth Vulcanus"], determined to find out what it was that was back there that drew her mind to it, her feet running over the dead and past the trees as she ignored the carnage that had already been caused. She had no idea it was her friend, that it was [member="Krest"] who she was sensing, and now she remained in a sprint through the trees to see why she was drawn back there.

 

[Trioc 'Quickshot']

Trioc heard the snapping sound of a sniper rifle go off and immediately attempted to duck, doing this in force speed sent him flying forward, a searing pain burning into his side near his hip, he let out a scream as he tumbled around, sliding down a slope and into what seemed to be a dark hole in the ground. He gritted his teeth and let out another muted scream of pain as he pushed up against the wall, he looked at the wound on his hip, blinking several times and sending out a personal distress call through the channel known only by the Sith. Then, he went unconscious.

[member="Canal Tal'Verda"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest took off at [member="Darth Vulcanus"] mid sentence, deciding now was the time to attack. If the man was going to speak in what was clearly a fight, perhaps he was cocky. Too cocky, or maybe this was the Darth's plan? The Zabrak would soon find out. He moved as a blur, leaping past the large figure that was Krag. Deus's burning blade would swipe out for the big mans chest as Krest himself passed by his unarmed arm, trying to use speed and surprise on his side.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Krest"]

Vulcanus felt the boy move in the force and he quickly moved to deflect the sword as it came in to cut him in two. The beast's Sith Sword moved up just in time to catch the Zabrak's sword, the blades impacting and sending sparks flying into the grass from the force of the metallic blades meeting. Vulcanus grinned long and hard at the Zabrak, commanding thee darkside to build in his stomach quickly and then he belched into the man's face. The belch was not just of air, however, it was of fire and heat that took the form of a searing ball of purple and black wisps of flame. The fire burned hotter than any natural flame ever could and it aimed to severely scorch the Knight's face.

"So, lesser, where did they take you? That irodonian scum and his pitiful clan? Did they turn you over to the Jedi? The Templars? Or did he decide to keep you and raise you to be weak as he was?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest kept his blade pressed against [member="Darth Vulcanus"] 's, gritting his teeth. It was the fire that caused him to move though, sending an almost panic through the Zabrak. Yeah, breathing fire. That was a new one. He ducked back as the fire burst by his head, singing the side of it painfully. He stumbled back, one hand hovering over his burnt cheek, the other still ever grasping Deus. Yeah, this wasn't going to end well.

The Zabrak kept stumbling back, half shuffling, but not because of fear. He figured the Dark Lord (Though he had no idea that's who Krag was) would see it as a weakness and gloat some more, giving Krest enough time to reach into the ground below them.

And split it apart. He'd move both hands forward suddenly, literally starting to tear the earth beneath Vulcanus apart. It wouldn't be a deep tear, probably enough to engulf the whole figure of the Darth, but he would still be able to jump out, if he got caught in it to begin with.

 

[Keziah Denko]

"There was this Sith," she breathed. "We got separated however while I can't locate him through the Force there are plenty of troopers I can. I surmise that he is in the thick of it. I'm off to find him." She glanced at her shoulder and shrugged. The young woman had seen worse and this little scratch wasn't going to keep her from doing anything. "I'll be ok. Stay safe you two. Thank you for your help."

They were good friends and she did wish she could stay and talk however Calico was out there somewhere and not being able to sense him was killing her. She had faith that he was alright but at the same it she couldn't help but be worried. If something were to happen to him she would blame herself which was why she had to go.

The shoulder hurt a tiny bit however it was nothing she couldn't handle and thusly she ran back through the forest hoping to find him. It wasn't long before she was being shot at again which only made it take longer to get there. It was than that it hit her, there was another member of the team that was Force sensitive. If she could track him it would lead her to where she wished to be.

During her journey she got shot at loads of times and was a bloody dirty mess from gracefully falling into a prickly bush in order to escape a shot. It wasn't the brightest of ideas however it worked for now.

It wasn't long before she rolled right next to Calico. "It's a mess out there," she stated brushing her hair from her face. "Troopers headed everywhere and headed our way. We have to move. I can deflect the blasts for a few seconds to get the team a head start before getting shot at again. It's not much but it's something. I'm sorry, you know Sith. I got here as fast as I could."

It was evident in the torn up clothes, and bloody arms and legs that she had been through something and that wasn't even mentioning her shoulder. She was fine though, it was just a scratch and she was smiling.

[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

 

[Darth Narakada]

"Very well, I will take care of you first," he says casually. "Go elsewhere. Kill their men. I believe I heard reports of snipers. Kill them," the elite guards sped off in different directions. "Now. What to do with you," his voice was thoughtful. "To answer your question, I am of little affiliation with the CIS. My master, Lord Krag, is here killing you welps. He has trained me to be the embodiment of death. I shall show you what this means." A quick flash a black and green and the monstrous Dathomir was upon the foolish puppy of the man he had originally challenged his saber made to slice both of her legs, in hopes to incapacitate her.

[member="Ori'Alor Tal'Verda"]

 

[Saera Willamina Savan]

"CIS ship. Move for close engagement. Get as close as you can. Fire any Ion cannons at their guns you can. I repeat, aim for their guns. We're moving on attack vector now."
"I cannot comply, the Crown is an old air defense ship and doesn't have any ion cannons!" Saera changed channels to the RRDI Fleet. "All fighters, focus fire on those emplacements! Give those payload carriers an open window! Twin Ion Cannons go in hot! Glaive One, you are ordered to use your ten Quad Laser Cannons to engage the enemy bandits and keep them occupied!"
"Roger that, ma'am. Glaive One, breaking off of defensive flight and moving to engage. In firing range in three...."
As the Glaive began to steadily close in on the swarm, now much less crowded and easier to discern thanks to the now distancing Languor Fighters, was targeted by the SEWACS frigate's high-powered sensor system. With careful and precise trajectories being constantly picked out by the onboard weapons crew, the frigate lifted up and began raining bolt after bolt of its forty alternating barrels into the TIE swarm with patient precision. Every time a shot was clear, dozens of bolts flew to intercept the maneuvering fighters. She herself was vulnerable, but it was a small risk to take to keep heavy pressure on the enemy.
Meanwhile, the Languors had broken off and were using the fact that the opening gap between them and the TIEs would allow the Glaive to easily begin picking them off as they left the LC flight. Expecting the enemy squadron leader to know full well the consequences, the Languor squadron had found a tactical advantage as they began closing in on the targeted emplacements for the LC captain.

[member="Kalen Esmara"], [member="Calico Tal'Verda"], [member="Galaar Tal'Verda"], [member="Vincent Jusik"]​

 

[Revenchent]

Just a moment

The clip exploded out of the side of his DC-17, white steam rising from the open hole in the side of the weapon. Calico grumbled a silent curse as he slammed another in to replace it--his teeth clenching as the powerful bolts of energy coming from the Stormies collided with the tree he used for cover. It exploded into sharp splinters, falling every-which-way around the soldier.

One of his soldiers took a bolt to the chest and went sprawling. Another dragged him behind a large cracked rock and began tending to the wound. Calico's own rifle rattled away, it's hauntingly rhythmic baritone rising slightly over the weapons of his subordinates. Hopefully, Zius had the window needed to move.

"Do you make it a personal goal to worry me?" He chided as Keziah appeared, bloodied and scuffed up as she was.

At least she was smiling.

It seemed the majority of his people were engaging Sith--not Stormtroopers, Sith, and making a mess of it. He didn't care open a comm to Ori or Canal, for fear of distracting them in the middle of combat. Instead, the former Grand Marshal shot up to his feet, grabbed Keziah by the shoulder, and forced her down to a crouch next to him.

A pang of guilt ran through him at the sight of her wounds, minor as they were. "Zius is stuck out there. We're trying to draw some of their fire..." He paused to turn slightly, a quick burst of azure energy leaving his rifle to impact into the midriff of a white armored soldier. "Kezzy, are you going to be alright? Any pain? Anything I need to fret over?"

The wounded man was dragged back by his female comrade. The final man of the team continued to pop off short bursts, but otherwise, stayed huddled up behind the pair of trees he used for cover.

"If we move, the Imps will turn on Zius and his lads."

The Imps. Heh.

"We can stand to hold for just a little longer..." He mumbled, reaching to take her hand for the moment. He gave it a light squeeze. "We'll be okay."

That was when he noticed her shoulder and frowned. The DC-17 was slipped gently into its sling attached to his thigh, and his hands were into his supply pack. A bacta hypo and a thin strip of gauze would greet Keziah. Before she could give a proper reaction, the hypo was shoved into the vein on her shoulder, injected, and tossed aside. Then the pale white strip of gauze would be pushed down over burned flesh. Of course, she could stop her doting boyfriend if it pleased her.

"You manage to get shot more than I do, Shab..."


[member="Keziah Denko"] [member="Zius Tal'Verda"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

Sir, I think we've killed the target," Nuke said on the comm link.

"Excellent work, Nuke, now get back over here. We're going to continue killing the AA teams and leave team Ori'Ramikade to take down the mortars."

"Yes, sir. Right away."

Then all of a sudden there was a man along with nine Vong soldiers. And Keziah already left them to find and re group with Calico. "I'm doing darn well," Canal said coldly to the man as he reloaded his rifle with VENOM slugs. This alerted the men and they raised their weapons at the new comers. But then it was revealed that they were foes since the man took out his saber and ignited it. "Send them to hell!" He yelled out which the men understood to kill them.

He then saw Ori'Alor stepping in front of him to protect him from the Sith or Jedi. "Troopers, get back and find cover," Canal said as he obeyed his wife. There were blaster fire behind him and Ori'Alor as the troops were firing and killing the Vong from their cover. It was easy for them to target the Vong since the troopers stayed in ranks while the Vong went off in different directions. It would be easy for Canal's men to dispatch the Vong since they were ex Dread Guard with a lot of training and experience.

He took out his vibroblade sword and decided to face the man with Ori'Alor. He put himself in a stance as he saw the man run at Ori'Alor in a flash and was trying to slice her legs. He knew that she would react quickly to the man's attack since she has more experience than the man since she is a Mandolorian and has more experience with the Force. He responded by holding his rifle in one hand and aimed it at the man and fired the VENOM slugs at him and was still in a stance ready to counter the man.

[member="Nar'vash Ver-Sha"] [member="Ori'Alor Tal'Verda"]

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Streams of blaster fire passed by each other. Red bolts smashing into the bark of trees and leaving their scorched mark behind to tell a story for future eyes to interpret. Men on either side of the fire fight were falling left and right, sustaining heavy losses as bodies littered the no-man's land in-between the combat. One of the Concord soldiers sat behind a part of the downed gunship he had arrived in, peaking out for a moment before pulling himself back in to avoid the swarm of bolts that skidded against the metallic surface, some landing dead-center into the chests of kin that defended their position boldly. The said soldier breathed heavily as his hearing began to fade away only to be replaced by a ringing. His hands were shaky and the sweat poured from his brow and face as he grabbed his rifle and rounded the corner of his cover, opening fire with a war cry that would be quite weak to himself, but loud enough for the enemy to listen.

Nature burned with the rage of war, life was being replaced with nothingness and desolation as bombs and heavy artillery consumed various portions of what had once been peaceful and without the nuisance of man and its desire to dominate. War never changes.

"Hold your ground, keep firing! Hold them at the treeline!"

The very same soldier who had charged into the lines of battle dropped to a knee, adjusting his assault rifle to expel a grenade round at a defending squad of Stormtroopers, creating a flashy scene of airborne bodies and blazing foliage. The unnamed soldier pumped a fist into the air to celebrate his brief victory, rushing over to a few of his brethren and assisting with the suppression of the advancing menace.

Now the attention of the Stormtroopers had been obtained by the covering fire from Calico and his own team, being shot down equally from either side of the forest as Zius' firing team joined in.

Off in the distance was a ruckus of unintelligible roaring mixed with the clashing of armour and weaponry.

"I thought you trained better than this!"

A bloodied and battered Zius was fighting off handfuls of Stormies at a time as they all attempted to pin him down or engulf him with blaster fire. A few rounds had struck him in the shoulders, a couple to the chest and now a helmet that had a bit of blood on the inside of the HUD. A couple of troopers managed to catch him from the backside and threw him to the ground, pinning him with all their might. All of the Imperial offensive joined in and started beating the lad with their plated fists and the stocks of their rifles, tearing into him with a hive-mind sense of relentlessness.

He lay there, being defeated and humiliated by the ones he despised. Ironic, isn't it? To have all the willpower to smite your nemesis and have it shoved back in your face with a punch rather than with the wave of a hand and a dark cackle. But defeat still wasn't an option.

The Empire didn't teach submission to an enemy.

Zius' cybernetic enhancements engaged to support his vitals and to further protect his body from being damaged. His muscle tissue expanded and intensified with rage as he let out an ear-shattering roar, unleashing a blast-wave of Force energy to knock off the vultures that pecked at his body to sate the Sith's already bulbous belly. Their bodies were sent spiraling into every direction, smacking into trees and even having the misfortune of being impaled on branches. Almost as if nature itself was sick of the invasion among its own way of life. Zius leaped into the air and crashed down like lightning upon the persistent Imperial fodder, his vibroblade launching toward the skull of a trooper, extending out the other side as blood dripped down the white of the armour. The Dark Jedi Force Pushed the cadaver away into more of the oncoming numbers, turning and dashing into the white fog of the Stormtrooper onslaught, driving his crimson lightsaber into the ribs of an unsuspecting sniper who leaned against a tree, the burning orange from the heat of the blade lingered on the plating as Zius pushed on.

Too fueled by his blood-lust to listen to anyone, and it was up to Calico to try and get him out of it.

[member="Calico Tal'Verda"] [member="Keziah Denko"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Jacob2130]

Tye was flying in the space towards the planet his master had told him to come to and join the fight. Tye was flying towards the planet as the space battle above was commencing with no side giving ground. Tye flew past the battle and into the atmosphere with flames all around his ship. Tye was confused on where to join the fight, so entered com chat and asked [member="Darth Vulcanus"] "Master where should I land. Where do you need me at and I will gladly dispose of the nuisance."

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Zius Tal'Verda"]

"You know, you are just as bad as the Sith, a shame though as for a moment there i debated helping you. How about we fight and then you brag about your power and show me your strength." She strode out towards the man, this Zius that fought and killed quite well, but he was fighting Sith so his skill meant nothing against the lot of the weaklings. She drew in the fear and pain, the things that fueled her powers in the darksider as she began to center herself and let the force flow through her, begging for more of its aid and letting it mix with her rather than be bent to her will.

She wore her armor but no mask, her cloak was folded over her arm before she dropped it and took from her belt her sabers, her eyes shooting to the Stormtroopers and wordlessly commanding them to leave or become collateral damage. "You and me big man." A Black fluid flowed into her hair, borrowing power from the liquid that was part of a certain Sith that now shared a symbiotic relation with Alexandra. Her blades shot out, silvered like her eyes, like her hair had been but now was Jet Black. Bringing both blades up infront of her she waited for a moment before assuming a Makashi stance and waiting with both blades at the ready.

She would wait for him to answer her first, but in the mean time fear and pain swirled around her as she purposely brought up the most painful and most fearful of her memories and focused on them, she felt the pain of those that burned, blade, and were shot, the fear of those that fought for their lives. Intoxicating, thats what the word was to describe what she felt.

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

[member="Canal Tal'Verda"] [member="Nar'vash Ver-Sha"]

"Rather simplistic of you." Ori'Alor mentioned idly, dodging the strike deftly "I expected more with such boasting." To be truthfull, the enemy had her full attention, the disipline her adoptive father had taught her coming through. Ori'Alor swung her sword, aiming at the enemy's mid section, testing his defences, and putting a bit of Force Enhanced Striength into the hit to test his mettle. "Canal, hunt down his friends." Ori'Alor said, focusing on the fight "I can handle this."

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Krest"]

"You are pathetic" The beast growled and that's when he noticed the ground beginning to devour him. Vulcanus had no time to try and dodge the attack and before he knew it he was falling into the crust of the surface. Rocks fell atop the Dark Lord as he in turn fell into the crater that had open up right under his feet and once he impacted the bottom, a rock took the liberty of smashing his left hand. Vulcanus roared in pain, the rock having crushed the bones in his hand and sending a wave of pain that traveled up through his wrist and into his shoulder.

The monster's organic eye turned solid black as rage and hate began to fill him with a powerful surge of darkside energy. Pulling his shattered hand out from under the rock, Vulcanus stood and clawed his way back up to the surface. Crawling back to his feet, the Graug Warlord glared at the opponent before him, his face scorched from the flames. Using the force, the beast called on the force to manifest a disembodied hand of fire in between him and the Zabrak. The effort it took was draining his energy but it was being quickly replaced by his armor and sword.

Without warning, the flaming hand lunged forward to try and grab the Knight in a searing choke that would be akin to a force choke with a burning touch and a physical manifestation to accompany it. If the choke connected, Vulcanus would left the Knight in the air and hold him in place.

 

[Keziah Denko]

"My personal goal is to keep you safe. I couldn't let anyone Sith hurt you," she glanced up to him. "Well, not if I can help it. I'm be ok it's just a few scratches nothing to worry about. I have had worse." Keziah's shoulder hurt a bit however she wasn't going to complain. She could already see in his eyes how worried he was about her minor scratches and she felt bad about receiving them. The last thing she wanted was for him to worry about her so much like this. She grinned trying to convince him on how alright she really was just fine.

She winced a little as she was stuck with the hypo without warning or a chance to once again protest that her shoulder was just fine. The bullet just grazed her, it was nothing to fret about but her loving boyfriend obviously thought otherwise. Keziah was used to taking care of herself but Calico always was there for her and here he was taking care of her. It was the little things like this that made her love him even more. She could have fought his help but didn't and let him take care of her.

"Thanks," she half grinned at him trying to ignore the burning flesh. It could have been worse had she not had a little bit of training. "I'm the luckiest girl in the world having you to patch me up and make me all better." She hoped he knew that if that if he got shot she would take care of him the old fashion with chicken noodle soup and lots of rest. Hopefully she wouldn't have to do that anytime soon.

They were surrounded and the chance of getting out looked grim but she had hope that they all would find their way off this rock. "The next time we decide to spend quality time together it should be on a beach resort. Less chance of getting shot," she giggled a little and smiled. Even if only for a moment she wished to get her mind off of what was going on out there.



[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]