Two for Flinching

[Laira Darkhold]

Allies: [member="Minch"] [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Excidium"] [member="Darth Aion"] @Orlunn

The Neti, shrugged, obviously his warning was ignored by the Sith who were consumed in darkness. They were more interested in fighting and furthering their power until they were consumed by it in a vain attempt to overcome the one constant in the universe. The Sith had always been like this for as long as he could remember, and they would not likely change for his lifetime. He could feel the twinges of the Force, the grass beneath the one of them dying slowly as he used the Force to drain the life away from the things around the relatively large Sith. These young ones had no clue the blasphemy or corruption they pledged to.

The other burst forward, rushing towards the Redheaded witch aligned with the Jedi as fast as he possibly could. It was an impressive amount of speed, but not untraceable for Orn. The Jedi Master held out a hand, and as the Lightsaber swiped towards the redhead's legs instead of impacting against her it smashed against an impenetrable wall of Force energy erected between Sith sorcerer and his prey, just large enough to protect her and not interfere with the Yodaling's attempts to slow him with the wind.

Like lightning the Sith was acting again, without even realizing his blow hadn't landed as intended, perhaps a weakness of attempting to move so quickly. The Sith attempted to blast the woman point blank before she could react, but the telekinetic energy smashed against the barrier and scattered like wind howling against a wall, and then the wall was gone as quickly as it had appeared between them.

With the Sith's offense delayed for the time being Orn focused on his two allies and began to meld with them to assist with their coordination, flooding the pair with the Force to enhance their movements and reaction time so that they could keep up with the Sonic the Sith, and empowering their defenses with his own while the Jedi master lurked off to the side, closing on his duo of allies with caution. Already aided by another, Orn focused to seal the bond between the three in this clearing and reinforce it with his own great power.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Orn Pharr"], [member="Minch"], [member="Darth Aion"], [member="Darth Excidium"], [member="Olrunn Darr"]


Things happened swiftly. With lightning speed, or perhaps more than that, Darth Excidium rushed towards her. Luckily, the empath was not without help. A shimmering barrier of the Force formed, meeting both his lightsabre and his telekinetic blast. Almost as soon as it come into being, it dissipated.


The empath felt a strong feeling of vertigo and was overcome by a spell of dizziness, as the Sith Lord unleashed a technique close to Malacia on her. Thrown into a daze, she felt like her head was spinning and the painful throbbings that heralded the start of a headache formed in the back of her head.


The firemaned witch steeled herself. Being a healer she knew such techniques. The Force flowed through her, restoring her equilibrium as she purged the vile influence. Further aid was provided by the Force Valour from Orn. Unknowingly, she was also being helped by the cosmic energies that Matsu Ike was mustering to aid the Jedi and their allies. Clarity was restored to her mind, with the crystal in her helmet aiding her focus.


Being focused elsewhere, she'd missed the Sith Apprentice's charge, but the Yodaling Minch was more observant and she heeded his warning. Power coursed through the empath. It was focused on Excidium and she so she unleashed a powerful telekinetic blast towards him, aiming to hit him hard, blow him away and slam him into the ground with great force. Her strength in the Force was boosted by the aforementioned external raid. Her revolver returned to her holster, and in its place she ignited her lightsabre. It glowed with a fierce orange light. The Dantari crystal inside it helped stave off Force-based fatigue.

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

OBJECTIVE: Gather samples, spread some corruption Deal with opponents​

LOCATION: Kashyyyk Jungle​

ALLIES: The Sith Empire​

ENEMIES: Silver Jedi Order​

Excidium's attack was blocked, his use of force speed and physical movement providing little more than dirt kicking up in his wake, with each attempt at an incapacitating slice falling short of any effect. In the same instant, each of the Jedi began seemingly shifting focus and concentration simply and easily between all the Sith present, providing an impressive display, one Excidium would be sure to note for use in the future, himself.

It was almost inspiring.

When the redhead evaded once again, though various means and circumstances, the Sith Lord sensed the rapid build up of Force energy - and having little te to react to the following force blast, despite his best efforts to utilise his natural reaction speeds, he could barely compete with such a powerful, young foe.

The Force was clearly bending to her will, and the will of the other Jedi today, far more so than the Sith.

Out of reflex, Excidium threw up his own Force blast, reactionary to the one sent at him - and the result was a powerful impact of energy, filled with telekinetic force and explosive blow-back. Being at the center of the impact, the Sith Lord was thrown backward, robes flailing around his tumbling form, as he landed in the dense undergrowth near a dozen meters away...

'Olrunn, Lord Aion, this individual is too powerful to contend with,' Excidium sent through the Force. He wasn't certain as to his companion's status after the big explosion of power. 'I'm injured and need to retreat. I suggest we regroup and reconvene beyond this enemy's powerful and overwheing influence.'

With silent steps, and an application of suppressing his presence, Excidium disappeared into the jungles to regroup with Sith forces and recover...

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Nearby Allies: [member="Olrunn Darr"], [member="Farah"]
Nearby Enemies: [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"], [member="Orn Pharr"], [member="Minch"]

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Wookiee Village, Kashyyyk, Myrtaranor Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Allies: The Sith Empire​

Adversaries: [member="Khia Varad"]​

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The Mandalorian hovered at a considerable height near the famed trees of Kashyyyk. The flames that spat out from the nozzles kept him afloat, at least for now. His blaster never ceased it's fire upon the Mandalorian Supercommandos that aligned themselves with the Silver Jedi Order, a truly irritating thing; history considered. Fett thought little of them, however, they were simple mercenaries from his perspective, truly.

The very sight of an individual armed with a slugthrower on the heavier side of things caught his eye, and his ire. Primarily due to the bee-line she created for him. The ion-tipped slugs pursued the Bounty Hunter as he darted into cover behind one of the many trees. Wood splintering with each contact the slugs made, bearing down on the man concealed behind the foliage.

Fett kicked his spike boots into the tree, firmly implanting himself upon it. Releasing his grip on the blaster carbine in his right hand, it dropped but was caught in it's sling whilst his left crush-gaunt adorned hand dug into the tree itself. The Mandalorian Helmet ran through a series of calculations, cycling vision modes and initiating firing vectors. It was locking onto a target. The Bounty Hunter raised his right arm upwards and into the air, firing off a singular rocket that would begin to pursue Varad unless she was able to bait it to detonating elsewhere.

The Sith Infantrymen, in all their might, continued to fight fiercely.

 

[Andorreth Vikar]

Location: Leaving the Medical wing with [member="Selena Drayven"] and [member="Nameless One"].
Allies: Jedi partiers
Enemies: Sith peeps who don't enjoy my music.
Objective: Escort Selena and Nameless one to meeting with Celiana
Secondary Objective: To be determined but leaning towards Sorcery.

Waiting around the corner as Selena and her Master were hopefully getting ready to move I peeked back around the corner as a private exchange happened. Swiveling back around the corner I heard Celiana over the comms. She sounded....stressed. "Andorreth.....are you aware of who is on the doorsteps of The Temple?" I knew several Sith lords had come to Kassshyyk but wasn't sure who exactly they all were. "Matsu Xiangu is here Andorreth. You need to get my sister and get the feth out of there. Either that or begin some kind of sorcery because it's not only Matsu out there. There are troops massing to attempt to breach the Temple and there are padawans and maybe.... Maybe two to three knights Andorreth. You need a plan and you need it yesterday."

Sighing into the comms I said "you remember my training on Eshan Celiana? How I earned Tamerlein? That's what is going to be happening. Stay frosty I'll be there shortly, comms will be open." Looking around the corner I said "Ok y'all we HAVE to move. We have a Sith lord fond of making zombies at the entrance to the temple and squads of sith troopers preparing to breach. Out of the medical wing now." I watched as Selena and her Master exited then I poured sand on the ground and using The Force held it in place over the only entrance to the medical wing. Then channeling The Force through my left hand and down the length of Tamerlein I used it as a conduit to channel lighting into the sand. Aqua sparks danced and arced as I funneled the aqua lighting into the sand glassing it into a hard, razor keen barricade with a hole for air. The war-droids and Sand Panther would be taking ambush positions. Spinning Tamerlien away from the barricade I'd created I pulled my blaster pistol and began to randomly fire into the wall by the barricade.

Holstering my pistol I racked the scattergun and did the same thing. Finishing up I shot a disc into the walls primed with micro explosives and animal blood and detonated it causing a chunk in the wall and there to be blood splatter. Shooting a blood disc in the floor I ran through it and instructed Selena and her master to do the same. If Sith or troopers did in fact make it through to the medical wing they'd see all this and assume an infiltrator had already come through.

 

[Mythos]

Location: F.O.B. Swail
Triple Threat Match: Mythos V [member="Darth Ophidia"] V [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

It was expected but Mythos half hoped that she would come forth like she did in Iridonia and grant him death or victory. If we was victorious, If he was successful it meant two things: First her teaching were a success and her pupil was finally finished with his training and second and most importantly her work had been accomplished and she with pride could retire... to the grave. Mythos stood at the bottom of the forest, looking upwards to the canopies of the trees while silence befell after he made his declaration. From his pocket he produced a large draw pipe made of Midvinterian white wood and inside it stuffed to the brim was a big bug of his own personal Dark Bota. As she spoke, as her words washed down the very tension of the place around her he ignited the herb and inhaled deep letting the toxins and chemicals act inside his brain and body to flow fully into the dark side of the force and do what Dark Bota did, increase his connection to the force and ultimately get him into that Zen of battle he was so famous for. A smile crept on his lips as he closed his eyes, it happened so normally now whenever he closed his eyes, he had been doing this so long that he truly believed he owned the night because of it... nothing could hide from his eyes, not with the control he had of force sight granted to him by [member="Darth Erebos"].

There and now for the first time in a decade and some more he saw the figure of his master and the rather uncanny monster she rode upon. "A shame" He spoke, not using his vocal chords to speak but using his rudis and the skull and his amplified connection to the force to speak through the force as clearly and as distinctive as he would using his voice. "I do not come empty handed and a victory for either of us would not be empty. Would you prolong this? Make me chase you to wherever you hide, whatever fortress you seal yourself now, Mindabaal, Korriban, Glee Anselm or others and burn oceans down in the search of one pale shadow?" He shook his head, drawing on his pipe while he spoke all the way.

"This needs to happen, if my cycle had ended I would be serving the Sith Empire not creating my own. If i had failed I would not be here now, standing before you, the perfection crafted by your hands more powerful than any Sith Assassin before me." He tossed the pipe to his right landing at the feet of Theodred as he walked into his camp. He shot a smile to the man and a nod to accompany it then looked back at the canopy of the trees, Theo was his bait... would she bite?

This was a Forward Operation Base of the Ancient Eye and Mythos named his FOB's usually after women he fancied and victories he achieved, this was FOB Swail the one in Tatooine was FOB Rockwell and the FOB near Sith Space was FOB Lujo. Mythos loved his nostalgic mementos and this was one of them. "You want my name Theo?" he said, turning to face the boy then turning back to look at the sky. "I earned your fathers name, you will have to earn mine... as for fighting beside me?" He said, looking upwards again and igniting his crimson double bladed lightsaber and spinning it around in one hand then assuming his Juyo stance . He knew the brash Valkyri would never turn down a fight, the first option was never even considered even if it was the one he recommended, that recommendation was as much a goad as everything else Mythos had done here. He had just brought both of them into his jungle, into his fold where he had established himself.... but she still needed to bite that bait...

One being in the galaxy Mythos respected as an adversary and that was Thurion, because of his honor and prowess as a warrior Mythos owed him a degree of respect and admiration so his next action he did, he executed with a certain measure of regret, as much regret as a Lord of the Sith could muster. Trusting a Sith and going into his camp even if greeted with peaceful intent is usually among the worst ideas one can have. Theo had guts but Mythos did not think he was very intelligent, then again, few Valkyri were, few truly grasped the evil nature of living beings in the galaxy. Mythos just took advantage of it.

"That is assuming you don't die to her in the first swing or that I myself don't kill you" He laughed, a powerful and bellowing laugh that finally sent Mythos into the battle stance he desired. It was now time to kill, the power the dark side unlocked from his figure and he would break the ice by dropping the lightsaber, extending his hands pointing to both Theo and Ophidia and releasing a force blast in both directions aimed at center mass.​

 

[Selena Drayven]

As this man in beskar'gam said we had to move I headed out with my Master behind me. Then I watched as the man in beskar'gam all but told me who he was. The sand, electric judgement, and the fact that he wielded Tamerlein let me know who he was. Vikar..... the blade.....Andorreth. I'd heard rumors after searching my sister's contacts of someone who used such ways of The Force. "Andorreth Vikar, Vespera. That's who you are isn't it?" He turned and inclined his head slightly before.....Oh he was good. With it staged as the scene of an execution nobody would search the medical wing. My Master was probably trying to figure out what that kiss meant, I wondered if she'd dismiss me as her padawan after this was all over. Andorreth was headed outdoors and I began following back against the wall. We were moving.....towards the fighting? Then again the only way out was usually through. This was where the fun began.....

[member="Nameless One"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

LOCATION: The Silver Rest, Kashyyyk
OBJECTIVE: Go, go Padawan rangers! Defend the Rest!
ALLIES: The Silver Jedi Order | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member=Zavii] | [member=Spencer] | [member="Kei Amadis"] |
ENEMIES: The Sith Empire | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8pQYtmb-f0w

A stray blaster bolt whizzed towards Stephanie, but without thinking she raised her left arm to deflect the bolt into the ground from her phrik shield. Her focus was on the Jedi Spencer and Sith Matsu – two powerful figures representing good and evil right in front of her, and she could do nothing to help.

Another explosion from a detonator tore up a chunk of ground in the perimeter, and a roar of what sounded like a jet-pack and a figure ascending caught her eye, the attacking moving for a better range on the temple and the Jedi.

"Mandalorian, nine o’clock!"

Stephanie shouted the warning – it was not an order to move, but an alert. The Padawan front was holding up, and those who could take the attacker would. She was one, and darted left, keeping her eye on the trail of smoke from the jet-pack as he began to rain fire down from above.

The Padawan zig-zagged a little to avoid the fire, building up her momentum, and when she had the right position she swung her blade to bat a couple of the bolts back in the direction of the Mando. It wasn’t a targeted defence, but it would simply return the unwanted bolts back.

Torn between leading an attack and moving from the fork between the Rest and the perimeter, the Padawan put up a mental block to herself. She had to stay where she was, and couldn’t move away to let others in.

"Stick together, don’t break," she called out to her allies, not taking her eyes from the Mando, gripping her arsenal tight. "Anyone know where [member="Cassius Droma"] is with Jade Squadron?"

Stephanie knew how invaluable the Jade Squadron unit was, and she needed to know they were around if drastic action had to be taken to preserve the security of the temple. It was still worrying that fact that a powerful and hell-breaching Sith Lord was on their doorstep

 

[Olrunn Darr]

Olrunn Darr.​

Allies: [member="Darth Excidium"]​

Enemies: [member="Minch"], [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"], [member="Orn Pharr"]​

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The Gurlanin offered a deep growl to the Yodaling, keeping her position. It did not matter to her if she managed to grab him or not, her objective was to get him to stop trying to save the witch elder and she had succeeded. Yet it still remained, the red-haired Master was absolutely infallible in her defense. There was no flaw or doubt to her movements, morale plummeted to dangerous caverns when confronted with such an opponent of outstanding skill. She could tell Excidium's attack had been evaded, yet now her concentration was on the enemy padawan.

A wild grin decorated her lips upon being called a dog. Bringing about the feral side of her character was not something the yodaling would like to do, and being called a dog stirred her pride more than it did her offense. Her kind were carefully designed beings of great potential and she would have gladly spent every breathing moment in her true skin if it weren't impractical for the life she now sought. Then, the green alien appealed to her reason and she responded in kind, lowering her saber and extinguishing its light.

"Maybe you should have your allies take your own advice, wise Padawan. Afterall, it was the harbinger of light and fire the one who wished to bring violence and death without crossing words with our Lord of the Sith first, as he had peacefully suggested her." There was a different expression on her face, not the cold one she always seemed to plaster on her features. Her shining orange eyes shone with an unnerving intent, a light lisp in her speech. She was showing her true voice, her true eyes, the true nature of her dark being. And still, she found immensely funny that the Jedi's words could be turned against themselves. She was content in a twisted way, for the hypocrisy of their nature had been proved once again. "Alas, I must follow him whom I call Master now. We will meet again, apprentice of the Jedi. Maybe then we'll discuss who should truly hold the title of savage." A short lived laugh died out as she once again disappeared from sight, smell and force sense. The deep stirring of darkness had caused her true nature to be shown. The eyes of a sentient apex predator having clashed with those of the yodaling.

In her original wolfish-shape, it did not take her long to regroup with her Master. She could move much faster when in this form. Olrunn only let down her cover when she was in the presence of Excidium, keeping her lupine form. It was the first time she stood next to her master visibly in this shape. She did not speak as they started moving further away, until they were simply out of reach and headed back to the Ruin.

 

[Kei Amadis]

Location: Deeper in the Jungle.
Objective: Explosions! Lots of Explosions!
Dueling: [member="Enyo Typhos"]


NPCs: Unchanged from Previous Posts

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Wildcards http://starwarsrp.net/topic/56620-the-wildcards-wip/?p=847144
Wildcards 1st Battalion: 1,150 / 1,200 Engaging [member="Scipio Alta"] - North
Wildcards 2nd Battalion: 1,200 / 1,200 Flanking [member="Scipio Alta"] - South - Trying to stay Out of Range
Wildcards 3rd Battalion: 1,045 / 1,200 Pushing South HARD [member="Scipio Alta"] - Central
House Rules 4th Battalion 1,500 / 1,500 Holding in the mountains.
Nikto Engineers 5th Battalion: 1,500 / 1,500 Holding at Temple.
Wildcards 6th Battalion 1,200 / 1,200 Readying North for a Push [member="Scipio Alta"] - North - Out of Range
Wildcards 7th Battalion 1,200 / 1,200 Reinforcing behind Center [member="Scipio Alta"] - Fallback line - Out of Range.
Surrounding the Temple HAVw_A6_Juggernauts (Capacity 6000) x20 - RX-200 Falchion Class Assault Tank (Anti Aircraft) x20 - AAC-1 Speeder Tank (Lighting Strikes) x20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiBy3p3ffa8​

Grenades are Great.
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To say Kei had been shot a lot was an understatement. Sonic concussive was new, partially ripping into the upper chest armor in small explosive impacts, hammering against the chest bone and at the same time giving him a ringing headache, dazing the Jedi Master, allowing the assault rifle to be easily enough crushed, then fall from his grip. More fractures and bruises to add to the many.

Along with attempting a force wrenching movement of one leg in front of the other on Enyo, both of his stun grenades were bowled forward. With her heavier weight advancing, armor and all, he was trying to trip her up and put her face first into them. Whether she staggered or corrected her heavy frame’s advance in time, he ducked clear of the stun grenades, feeling his broken ribs move painfully as he tried to correct his position. Not expecting the attack to do more than buy him time on the cyborg, because that's all it was for. Amadis's lightsaber hilt flew into his hand, taking cover behind another tree, blinking his eyes to try and get the ringing out of his head. Hoping this chipping away at the HRD with ion and stuns would be piling up some damage to her sensors and giving her some similar issues.


A younger Amadis would have charged in and started battering at her weakened side. His half brothers would have gone right in head first. Kei was getting older, wiser and the wife was insistent he stopped breaking so many bones. [member="Elara Amadis"] marital bliss was important because Elara hit harder than him, and already he'd have some explaining to do. Thoughts of her raised his spirit and cleared his mind.


His head was coming back around. Feeling the burn in the chest and his ribs, the sweat dripping off him. Rallying himself and finding an inner calmness. Focusing in on Enyo, those gas grenades, yep them.

Kei whistled loudly.

Their detonators were pushed in, all at once.


Gear:

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One Important Sandwich | Tempest Jedi Armor (Damaged) | Power Blade Mii Knife (Hip) | Lightsaber (Hands) | MRS Rifle Ammo: 12mm SPA-I Ammo (Hands) | 2x Stun Grenades | Basic Field Medical Kit (Pouch) | Grappling Hook/Tie/Field Rations (Belt)

 

[Minch]

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Allies: [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] | [member="Orn Pharr"]
Off in the distance: [member="Farah"]
Left: [member="Darth Excidium"] | [member="Olrunn Darr"]
Unknown Status: [member="Darth Aion"]

Afterall, it was the harbinger of light and fire the one who wished to bring violence and death without crossing words with our Lord of the Sith first, as he had peacefully suggested her.

His ear twitched and his eyebrows knit together in a worried manner. He tried to glance past her at Elpsis. The premise that a "lightsider" had initiated conflict concerned Minch. It was not the Jedi way. It was true that Minch hadn't been here to see what happened to start all this, yet this was only one side of the issue: the claim of a Sith caught attacking someone. He would need to question her to get an understanding of what happened here. Regardless of who started what here, it was highly unlikely these Sith showed up with peaceful intentions, which would have made Elpsis' initiation of combat more egregious.

If these Sith had shown up with the intentions of killing and destroying, just as the rest of the Sith Empire was currently doing, then "why didn't you try to talk me out of it first?" was a very poor excuse for justifying your own behavior and intentions.

Before he could respond, Olrunn was off; running back to her master. He did not stop her or attempt to hinder her. He did narrow his eyes and search for any treachery, but none came. He relaxed, but his shoulders slumped in a depressive manner. If there was one thing Olrunn had been correct about, it was that Jedi had to uphold a higher standard at all times. Their purpose should be to be different from the Sith; to be an example that others can look up to and want to aspire to.

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Minch made his way over to Elpsis and Orn.

"Greetings. Minch, I am. Good fortune for us to come together in the face of powerful evil, but I must ask...started this clash, who did?"

He understood that there was little time to stand around and talk, as there was still a conflict to help stop. Yet, the truth was just as important.

 

[Khia Varad]

Location: Silver Rest SJO Temple Outside Jungle
Objective: Hunt the Sith.
Engaging: [member="Koda Fett"]
Allies: SJO
Enemies: Sith
Anger Level: Simmering

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iD3WVO6uFXw​

“Motir Tome!” <Stand together>​

The last Crusaders roared as they met the Sith infantry at close range through the smoke and frag screen, fierce sounding plasma, scattergun and concussion weapons blazed out, a lethal charge right into them at the tree line. Armor was ripped, men cut down, the sound of sword, and boots making themselves known beside the call of their prey's alarm. Above [member="Koda Fett"] rained blaster fire down on their numbers, which became harder as they mixed with the sith into close quarters in the jungle. He score hits, as did the Sith and another four Crusaders fell. For every supercommando that lay dead, the Sith infantry suffered worse driving into their heart. The Mandalorians were relentless and utterly fearless despite their smaller number, every death here was a good death, for clan and honor.

Khia cursed upward at [member="Koda Fett"]. Quick this one. Good. A challenge. Targeting visor zeroing to track the Missile on her. She grunted something incomprehensible. Waiting... Waiting... until it was right on top of her, then walked behind one of the many of Kashyyyks thick trees and braced. The burning fireball behind her giving her a shell shocking explosion as splinters went everywhere, including bouncing off her main shield which began to short out and overload. Partially protected by the ringing in her ear from her helmet, Khia swore colourfully in three languages, turning on the specialised SJO built Nimbus Shield she carried, forget force bubbles when you had the real thing.

Looking like something like a scene straight out of an Armaggedon holovid. The crusader stepped out straight into the fire, ash and smoke. Wallwoman let rip with her LMG again at Koda fett again, large microexplosive tipped slugs, cutting through tree’s shooting out their ion payload, seeking to short out his jetpack, and trying to bring him down to her level. She was aiming in front of him this time, pulling back. The pounding sound of her heavy calibre was unmistakable to the ear, shell casings piling up beneath her and heating up the ground below.

Not a big clip in this gun, because of the huge calibre she was using, just 40 shots a time for the 14mm in her modular rifle. Taking cover behind the smoke fire and barbecued tree, her clip ejected out, locking her third one in place. She moved further into the jungle behind the smoke screen to circle around [member="Koda Fett"], and he’d have to work to spot her else he was in for a surprise.

Twelve of Clan Varad still stood.


NPCs/Gear

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1x MRS-1 14mm SPA-I Slugs, x3/6 Ammo Clips | 1x Icebreaker 2x Jackknifes | Grenade Belt x5 Mixed Nades(Cryo|Frag|Stun) | KPA-01 Armor, Targeting Visor, Lifeform Detector, | x1 Nimbus Shield On, x1 Echani Personal Shield On | Battlefield Trauma Kit

NPCs
12/20 x Mandalorian Crusaders from Clan Varad. Some have jetpacks, all are heavily armed with similar gear, one or two are packing anti vong tensor weaponry.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Kei Amadis"]

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Enyo's sturdy metallic frame withstood the attempt to trip her up, but stun grenades exploded in very close proximity to her. The concussive force slammed into her. She had the presence of mind to draw upon the Force to shield herself – with the bubble being especially focused upon her more vulnerable skull. But she stumbled.


Further explosions rocked the ground. These were, however, noticeably less severe, for the Jedi had activated her remaining gas grenades. Their blast wave was thus weak, though shrapnel lodged itself into various places of her suit.


A large cloud of gas filled the air. The Cyborg had fallen to the ground. Not being stunned, she took stock of the situation as her HUD flared up. Some damage to her internal components from the sheer force of the blast wave, sensors operating at reduced efficiency. Motion sensors were a bust, damage to her leg meant reduced speed. One eye would not stop flickering. Moreover, here and there burns had seeped through her armour's body glove and torn, burnt or ripped some of her synthflesh.


Mechanically, the Terminatrix got back to her feet. Turning her gaze to where the Jedi Master had run off, focusing with the eye that was still in prime condition, she made a gesture with her hand. Abruptly, the Forcebreaker gas swept towards his hideout, moving through the air towards where he was hiding behind the tree. She doubted that he would end up inhaling the gas, for he probably knew to hold his breath. But that would get tiring and the gas would muck with his vision.


The Cyborg moved towards him. At a slower pace than before, owing to the damage to components in one of her legs. But though slower, she advanced – implacably. Her lightsabre left its resting place on her utility belt and ignited with a brilliant flash of purple light. Moving around the tree, she fired a burst with her Sonic pistol towards him. Ideally, the gas would keep him from ambushing her right away, while the Sonic could cause some damage. If he managed to break the gun or cut it in half, fair enough. She had her sabre and physical strength.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

OBJECTIVE: Woo, woo, she said there'd be fun!
LOCATION: The Rest
ALLIES: [member="Enyo Typhos"] but she doin' her thing. | [member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
ENEMIES: [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"]
DIRECTLY: [member="Spencer"]

There were many things Matsu wasn’t good at, grievous character flaws aside. She’d sacrificed much of her learning, even some of the more basic Force techniques that others seemed to master with ease, in the pursuit of excellence in those things she found most fascinating.

All for imagined moments, knowing something like this might happen.

If she’d wanted to, she might have resisted the oily tendrils of apprehension that coasted like waves from the other woman’s mind. They settled over the protective dome in which Matsu imagined her own, waiting patiently. She was incapable of fear, a dangerous flaw by any estimation. But all the same dread came to roost. A surge of adrenaline: pupils dilating to near-blackness rimmed by amber, heart thumping faster, blood rushing to the heart, brain, and lungs. Pressure - a mental bearing down like settling.

Be still.
Be quiet.
Fight her now and you will have nothing left later.
Embrace.

And she did, accepting the dread and feeling its incitement to panic. Sweat dotted the edges of her brow that had nothing to do with the sun beating down on Kashyyyk. She forced herself to slow her breathing, to concentrate. Energy was finite and precious and she would need it all.

She also saw the short, concentrated twist of energy in Spencer’s palm - a familiar coalescing, Matsu’s palms itching to return fire. But no. Save. Save. Concentrate. She didn’t move. Instead her focus doubled, that white-hot needling against Spencer’s defense unrelenting.

The first needle ripped through the outside of Matsu’s right thigh, a gory punching sound signaling its puncture and exit as it flew cleanly through in a halo of blood. The second met with the phrik-laced cybernetics of her left arm where it splattered with an acidic splat, sizzling through the top layer to reveal the quickly whirling gears and machinery within. This was not without feeling of course, as her state-of-the-art replacements were laced with artificial nerve endings and she hissed with the pain. The third tore cleanly through her left shoulder, marring straight-line electrical scarring from Siobhan Kerrigan.

Pain etched an eerily lineless face, made angular and porcelain by corruption, but she did not move. She was not an empath, blessed with the ability to rally others or use their feelings for gain - at least, not beyond the natural ability of Sith to relish negative emotion. But she could use her own pain, the burning of new holes in her flesh, as an anchor to reality.

To concentration.

A singular concentration she had not let up since they had begun.

Let me in. She was not a weight, not dread. She was a spider, sharp-limbed, yellow-red-black, quiet, seeking for the soft spot to crawl towards. Let me in. Silence. Enough to get inside. To be inside when the fun started.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective: Attack the Silver Rest. (Catch up)
Enemies: [member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Reggie Faayare"] [member="Spencer"] +SJO
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Enyo Typhos"] [member="Lok Munin"] +TSE
Engaging: [member="Tanaski Yumi"] Getting shot at by [member="Zavii"]

As the long blade of her Dauntless swung out against the togruta, Joycelyn found it intercepted by two blades - Not lightsabres, she noted. Joyce could see from their shape and feel in the hilt of her own weapon that these were vibroblades; nasty cutters, but less so than her own alchemised blade.

The vahlacanthix quickly halted her attack and transferred the momentum into something different; pivoting her sithsword around the point of contact with the two vibroblades, Joyce tried to hook the weapons of Tanaski Yumi with the crossguard of her long weapon, to prevent them from being drawn back in defence as she let go of her sword hilt with her left hand and sought to deliver a quick back-hand to her opponent's face. As the closed fist flew, the concealed knuckle blade clicked out, adding a potential slash to the back-hand.

Though, as her fist flew, so did something else.

She had no time to react to the bullet launched by Zavii, as she was engaged with more than one opponent in melee already. Her armour had high kinetic resistance, but it also had its weak points. The bullet, while not perfectly aimed hit her general head region as she threw her back-hand at Tanaski. It caught the ledge between her visor and the main helmet, and succeeded in cracking and shattering part of the visor. Black and white sprayed as her large head was knocked to the side.

Blood dripped from the cuts left around her right eye as the head rotated back, throwing a glance in the direction of the Zabrak that had shot her; the burning, yellow eye underneath the black visor now visible.

Mother Vahl, give me fury.

It would look like she was no longer paying attention to Tanaski, but she could see him in the corner of her eye, and she could feel him in the Force. As a child of the Butcher King of Panatha, she had to fight for everything she wanted. One of the awards of which was the ability to keep track of more than one thing at a time.

She paid very little heed now to the greater surroundings, to the battle of the masters and the mandalorians in the field. She was focused on the two that had engaged her, and on causing them much pain. A dark anger bubbled through her as her eyes were clouded with rage.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Objective: Fleet
Allies: [member="Varindar Asyt"]
Enemies: [member="Mulokhai Zarandur"]

Jared pushed his team but he knew he could. He’d flown with these folks for a long time, not as long as with the Warbird Wing, but he knew he would need to pull that team out soon too. But for now? Loaned pilots and Clawcraft were perfectly fine. The fighters were breaking off and into their groups.

Green laser blasts were firing from the TIE-inspired fighters and heading down towards the interceptors and shuttles. He knew that they were all Sith targets, but shuttles could carry non-combatants and the team knew that. He was here for the fighter pilots. He pushed his own team forward and gritted his teeth. Grabbing the control yolk, Jared nodded.

“Incoming. Flight one, lets give them a welcome.” Something about the leader was calling to him. He put his shields to front and rushed his flight as the other eight clawcraft made their way to the shuttles.

Time to get to work.

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Location: Planetside - DUNKIRK BEACH​

[SIZE=11pt]Allies: [member="Beltran Rarr"] | [member="Roona Osmari"] | [member="Kei Amadis"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Elijah King"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Tekkio"] | [member="Thane Danson"] | [member="Sokar Azad"][/SIZE]

A smirk came to Colonel Calderon's lips behind his visor as he saw Specialist Rarr and Sergeant Osmari appear, his missing ranger teammates close on Echo's tail. The sounds from the beach seemed to grow louder. Stray rounds from enemy units split through the branches in the canopy of the trees, although Valkren knew too well that those shots would be much more accurate when they got closer to the combat.Valkren turned back to the immediate group of rangers and civilian types around him.

“Alright, you all know the drill. Keep a good spread when going through the jungle but don’t stray far. Support each other, get up to the our boys at the beach and pick a foxhole. If there are any emplacements not manned, you get on the gun and let it eat. Good copy?”

The was once more another resounding ‘yes sir’ from those raiders directly around him, along with a few of the platoon sergeants from the third infantry that would be leading their groups of rangers into battle with them.

Ahead of them, limited silver forces were entrenched along the treelines that met the beach. Those on the beaches themselves having been pushed back to another wall of defenses. However, the fighting on the beach was not for nothing. While those fought hard on the beach to keep the walkers and sith forces from advancing, those up further on the beach and in the trees had been busy staying low and digging in. Emplacements, shield positions, foxholes, any makeshift defenses the rangers could come up with at last minute.

They weren’t ready to give up this beach, let alone Kashyyyk.

The armored-clad special forces officer continued ahead through the jungle, the barrels to his rotary cannon spinning slowly due to his trigger finger gently riding the firing mechanism, ready for any engagement. Eventually, the rounds coming from the beach began to land closer, one slug kicking up dirt directly in front of Valk, causing him to stop in place for a moment. As the round landing registered, he thought about their next moves. Once the soldiers on the ground exited the treeline, there was a very short sprint to the dug in forces that were still firing at the advancing sith.

This sprint, although short, would be dangerous for the ground soldiers making the travel. All the agro from enemy forces will most likely be drawn to them when the Radama Raiders show their faces with the third infantry, and a whole helping of armored vehicles. Casualties may be inflicted to his men, but at least it will take some pressure off of the rangers under Jessica’s command.

Besides, rangers know what they sign up for when they join.

Colonel Calderon turned once more, removing a hand from his cannon to wave the glove over his head. His eyes would make contact with Sergeant Osmari from behind his visor, giving him almost a moment of peace before his next declaration.

“For the Silver Jedi! For Kashyyyk!”

Turning back, Valkren exploded from the treeline, the once-enclosed vision of his group due to the trees was broadened. The light revealed a chaotic scene among the beach. Walkers lumbered up the far side of the beach toward them, along with a whole collection of sith forces. The sky above them was full of explosions due to fighters from the sixth fighter group engaging enemy pilots. Every once in awhile, when the pilots would break free of their dog fights, they’d strafe the enemy shield moving up. The forward positions closest to the water had been decimated, the forces positioned there having already fallen back to the entrenchments directly in front of Valkren.

Up ahead, Valkren could see the few rangers in the last trenches, they’d close the distance from the trees to them in no time.

Behind Valkren, Lieutenant Harris and a few other rangers had spoken up before taking off.

“Come on, Specialist Rarr. Over the top! Haha!” The Lieutenant barked out in his thick accent, laughing almost maniacally behind his faceplate as he disappeared through the brush and onto the wide open beach.

“Yeah, baldy. Like a real soldier!” Lowder suddenly shouted out, lifting his heavy repeater and following out after Corporal Baker and Osmari, following after their fellow teammates.

What seemed to be a horde of rangers suddenly appeared from the trees, rushing to their emplacements and foxholes. Soon after, the Bengals and Juggernauts reared their ugly faces. The armored bodies pushed through the trees and brush, the juggernauts providing massive forms of cover and mobile ‘armories’ if anyone had the courage to leave their cover and move to a new form of it. Several of the bengals’ crews within took no time to begin their firing on the enemy forces. Tank crews barked out orders within the hull of each bengal as they loaded rounds, firing the ion disruptors and other munitions towards the shield and those forces that ventured outward. The artillery platforms continued to do the same, shelling the beach and the area between the two armies.

Eventually, Valk’ made it the trenches, one of the soldiers already present helping pull him in. It was an act of cooperation as the forces already in the foxholes and trenches helped pull the new rangers into cover. They were quite eager for the support, and the look on those faces that weren’t covered by visors, told Valkren that today the Third Infantry and Radama Raiders were saviors.

Valk slid into the foxhole, with a trench and mortar holes on either side of him. He’d move to the front of it almost immediately, digging his foot into the sand and dirt on the inside of it to lift himself out of the cover. He knew being the only operator of his rank in this area, it would help his forces greatly if he led from the front. A simple scene of him showing his armor clad body out of cover, launching a hail of blaster bolts from his rotary cannon toward enemy forces while exposed, already helped.

Rangers all about him did the same, lifting up and engaging targets in the open. It was a sudden hellfire of bolts and slugs going between both forces across dunkirk.

“Yes! You want some more, sith scum? Come on then!” Harris’s voice could be heard through their communications as he fired his own rotary cannon down the beach, only a few emplacements from Valk’s position. More raiders and infantry could be heard making callouts and working together.

“Jiho! Launcher!” The specialist to the left of Valkren heeded a platoon sergeant’s words, lifting up his launcher and sending six grenades out over the beach, waiting a second or two in between each before launching the next.

‘FWOOMP’

The grenades left the barrel of his weapon and traveled out to their intended spots on the beach, letting Osteen fall back into cover.

Valkren ducked his head back into his own foxhole momentarily, listening to the communications from the armored commanders and platoon sergeants as they barked out positioning.

“Sir!” Konrad broke his focus as he slid into his own cover, a fresh scorch mark across his shoulder plate displaying a miss that could have injured the LT badly.

“Bloody sith show no sign of slowin’ down. It’s that karkin’ shield they got.”

“Copy, I’ll handle it, check on the others!” Valkren shouted back. Even with their communicators within their helmets transmitting directly to one another, the constant firing of all sorts of weaponry still affected the ability to hear.

The Lieutenant nodded and heaved up his weapon once more, moving between cover to his previous location on the battlefield.

“Baker! Comms!” Colonel Calderon yelled, moving to his knees in the foxhole as he sat down the rotary cannon to the side. The corporal crouch-crawled his way over to Valkren, turned around to give access to his long range communicator on his back.

Calderon unclipped the communicator from the pack, setting a frequency and transmitting. The sounds of combat would be clear through the communications.

“Raider One to Shaft, Raider One to Shaft. Requesting immediate air support on advancing sith forces. We’re holding up here on Dunkirk but they’ll rip through our armor and position if they get to us. Wildcards to our side also calling for some help with enemy airborne infantry, how copy?”

As Valkren waited for his answer, an enemy artillery shell traveled directly over their entrenchment, landing right behind them and beside one of their bengals. The round exploded, tossing dirt and debris up into the air all around the entrenchment and tank.

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Location: Planetside – Dunkirk Beach
Allies: [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Roona Osmari"], [member="Kei Amadis"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Elijah King"], Lupewaurreg, Jost Cal Dayne
Enemies: [member="Kor Vexen"], [member="Scipio Alta"], [member="Tekkio"], [member="Thane Danson"], [member="Sokar Azad"]
Position/Action: Arriving at Dunkirk Beach, engaging Sith forces there

Perspective: Beltran Rarr – advancing onto Dunkirk Beach with Radama Raiders

Beltran followed close behind Colonel Calderon and the rest of the Radama Raiders. Unlike the majority of his Ranger brethren, the Lorrdian hadn’t had time to suit up in the Rangers’ trademark Katarn armor. So as they advanced he was somewhat conspicuous in his navy blue BDU’s, tactical vest and rig. In truth, it didn’t bother him much as he preferred being fast over being protected.

As the Rangers pushed out of the treeline and onto the beach proper, Beltran took to running in a zig-zag, sprinting from one direction to the other in short but intense bursts. All around him, fire reigned down-both from the artillery walkers that were continuing their advance but from hundreds of Sith troopers and droids that made up the bulk of the force.

The Lorrdian had little time to think, much less respond to the friendly taunts from the other Rangers. His mind became a razor, sharp with the focus of combat. Keeping his Famos Mk. II Particle Rifle raised, he fired off a beam of super-charged energy, hitting one of the advancing Sith on the other side of the trench network they were approaching. The hit took the being right in the neck, where its armor was weakest and he hit the ground.

All around him, his fellow Rangers continued did the same, firing with increased intensity as they advanced closer to the trenches. If the Sith thought that they were going to simply march through Dunkirk without any opposition, Beltran imagined that illusion had just been very shattered.

Beltran reached the nearest of the trenches about twelve paces behind Colonel Calderon and his retinue. Using his increased agility to his benefit, the Lorrdian hopped down into it with ease. All around him, the Rangers and Wildcards who’d been holding the line stood ready. Some stood up on the firing line, pumping fire into the advancing enemy, while others crouched down low-either reloading their weapons, or waiting for additional orders.

It was at this point that the Lorrdian remembered that in the heat of the moment he’d forgotten all about Lupewaurreg and Jost Cal Dayne, who he’d left hiding behind the base of that worshyr tree. He resisted the urge to shrug as he took a couple of deep breaths to steady himself. The Wookiee had wanted to come out to fight, and Beltran had allowed him and Cal Dayne to ride on the transport with them.

As far as the Lorrdian was concerned, that was all he owed them. From here on out, they were all on their own.


Perspective: Jost Cal Dayne and Lupewaurreg

“Yup.” Jost Cal Dayne murmured, as he wiped a bead of sweat off his wrinkled forehead. “They left us behind.”

Beside him, Waurr rumbled off a soft grunt followed by a moan as the two civilians watched Beltran Rarr and the rest of the Antarian Rangers run headlong into the chaos that was Dunkirk Beach.

“No Waurr,” Cal Dayne snapped. “I don’t know what we should do. I didn’t even want to come out here in the first fething place!”
Looking down at the much smaller man, Lupewaurreg’s tone turned into a growl.

“Well that’s not my fault! I ran as fast as I could!”

All around them, the bengals and armored juggernauts ground through the jungle, carving up the local flora into mulch. They too, were beginning to exit the treeline and onto the beach proper, hot on the heels of the advancing Rangers. Though Jost couldn’t see much of what was going on, he could hear just fine and it sounded like the hells themselves awaited them on the other side.

“You know…” He murmured, trying out his best salesman impression. “We could just go back the way we came… Leave the fighting to the soldier types.”

To this Waurr simply shook his shaggy head and got to his feet. At full height, the Wookiee was nearly three meters call. He was as imposing a presence as any Jost had met, when he wanted to be. And the Corellian could tell from his manner that today, he definitely wanted to be.

Apparently making the decision for both of them, all on his own, Waurr started to walk forward. The massive Wookiee fell in behind one of the several infantry platoons that were using the juggernauts as cover for their advance. If any of the soldiers thought to question the Wookiee's presence, they didn't do it out loud.

Sensing that he had lost the argument, Jost sighed and half jogged, half waddled along behind his friend, all the while doing his best not to get stepped on or run over.

“I’m going to die…” The fat Corellian moaned quietly as they too exited the treeline. “We’re all going to die…”

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Nearing the Rest
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Enyo Typhos"], [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="Valae Kitra"], [member="Spencer"], [member="Asaraa Vashae"], [member="Reggie Faayare"]
Objective: Chip some Jedi and Destruction
Engaging: Somewhat [member="Stephanie Swail"]?

Good. No one had engaged him yet. That's what he wanted right as Matsu and the rest of their group captured the attention of the Jedi. As much he'd like to get into the face of some Jedi and claim their life, burning the Temple was much more appealing than that. He was conserving all his ammunitions for his main objective while shooting several rounds of slugs at any Jedi or whatever kind of hostile in his way.

A Jedi to his side darted around and moved in a serpentine movement to avoid the firing of his Mandalorian Ripper. He wouldn't and couldn't focus all of him on her. That'd be completely foolish of him, but he did fire some slugs at her to keep her occupied and entertain himself.

Eye on the ball.​

​

He trekked forward to the Rest, somewhat isolated from Matsu and their allies as he was alone behind enemy lines. All he had was his wits, weapons, and training from Vilaz and other Mandalorian mentors of Clan Munin.

High risk meant high reward.

All or nothing.​

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

LOCATION: The Silver Rest Entrance, Kashyyyk
OBJECTIVE: Defend Kashyyyk,
Allies: SJO [member="[/B][/FONT]Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Reggie Faayare"] [member="Spencer"]
Enemies The Sith Empire | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"] | [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
​Post: 7

Tana's blades managed to block the attack on Asaraa for the time being, the blade entering a strenuous lock, the Sith succeeding in getting Tana's blade hooked in the slightly curved cross bar of the arming sword. His arms tensing up as the young Jin moved his blade up, trying to keep the Sith in the hold as well, hoping someone would take this chance to attack the Sith from behind in some manner. Help would com, but not quick enough, the woman letting go of sword, one handing it as she brought a fist around to his face, a small sharp sound ringing in Tana's ears.

Letting go of one of the small swords raising his arm the metal knuckle blade would strike against... some metal object? Though cutting through the boys clothing the small vibro knife came into contact with Tana's own wrist mounted weapon, a Thron of Ryloth, the two not engaged in another lock. As the two items clashed though a loud crashing sound would echo from the woman's face, a bullet from Zavii damaging the Sith helmet, a small amount of blood spraying off her face landing upon the Jedi's cheek.

Squinting with a sly grin the young boy licked his lips, the sweet taste of blood combined with the heated changing his personality to that of one used very, very rarely. "Hmmm your blood taste sweet Sith, I will have fun draining the rest of it from you in time, unless you want to surrender now and save yourself a painful end". His voice was creepy, and a little flirty, though not dark side influenced, more like natural urges coupled with his usual teasing nature, "After all it would be such a waste to have such a delicious looking thing like you become harmed". As the two locked blade Tana would start to push back, utilizing the force coupled with his natural vampric strength to try and gain the upper hand.