Two for Flinching

[Darth Aion]

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Location: The Jungle​

Goal: Kill the Silver Jedi; Take vengeance for the Jedi's against him.​

Allies: [member="Darth Excidium"] and the Sith Empire​

Enemies: [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] and the Silver Jedi​

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He could not remember the last time he had set foot on the forest world of Kashyyyk. Could not but remember the faintest inkling of the planet's habitants when recollecting memories of the far fledged wookiee world in it's seemingly casual distance from the Core Worlds of the galaxy. As such when it was proposed that an assault on the home planet of the wookiees and the Silver Jedi be promoted to the highest priority, Aion could not but imagine the grossly undervalued benefits he could assume from such an escapade.

He hardly considered the Sith Empire to be the wrangler of his leash, but they sufficed for a guide.

Silence consumed his mind, grappling with the wretched symphony of voices that cluttered it, as his shuttle careened through hyperspace and out into the space above the forest planet. Far too long had it been since he had properly addressed the galaxy's more popular worlds; far too long since he had stretched himself beyond the confines of a cryogen system. As short as it had been, the refreshment of movement and freedom of thought were reveled in regardless as the sith's eyes fell on the planet below, it's unsuspecting inhabitants presently occupied with the already present Imperial force.

His ship rocked as it passed through the field of fire, taking a brunt of shots not intended for his craft until it broke atmosphere above his desired location. Simultaneously with his arrival, synonymous with his very natural desires, Aion postured the craft in his descent to avoid reaching the surface and detection unceremoniously; he cared not for the time or damage that went wasted by an unprecedented and intentionally delayed arrival. Above such things, he cared only for the condition of the beings directly below. He could sense them, their copious amounts of diluted emotion; their very feeling flooding into and through him in a manner befitting the onset of his bloodlust - signified by a pulsing red blur to his vision as he viewed the planet.

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Dark and lush were the only words one could muster in regards to such a sight. Then, as quickly as he had taken in the sight, he began to fall; a fall weighted ever so slightly by the Corporis skin suit cloaking his body that was carefully adorned duranium plates. The fall was effortless, the Sith drawing upon the Force as he let gravity play it's part on his sizable form. He dared not to try and make sense of his surroundings, their blurring surfaces passing him far too quickly that it would exhaust him to even attempt so; until it came time to bring his unorthodox descent to it's close.

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The Force coursing through him, every inch of his body reinforced with to it's very core with it's vitalizing pulse, he impacted with the ground. His body quaked and his bones shuddered, but all he could feel was the coarse elementalism of the Force absorbing the vast majority of the momentum as his feet touched the ground, his knees bending ever as much as was necessary to claim burden of the fall. Only when the dust cleared, leaves and splintered wood floating in the air about him, would his posture be noticeable by any close by.

Hunched forward, head tilted towards the ground and with his arms hanging loose at his sides; like an animal freshly unleashed from it's cage and left to hang in it's seemingly absent mind. The only signs of life the sound of reverberated breathing from within the mask that covered his head. He could feel the woman standing before him, the witch and her weapon poised to destroy any intent on approaching her. Enough of a presence to usher the sith to raise his head and let his blood steeped vision focus upon her.

"Zhol zinot buti tolus kian letas harrix Nu zinot zinot zo tuzaei talsasi." The sith's voice came, verbose in a grotesque manner as it uttered the language of the Sith. Followed by a heavily haggard breath, one befitting an starving predator, the sith straightened himself to his full seven foot height.

Poised to kill.

Translation:

Spoiler

"It has been far too long since I have had a proper feast."

 

[Stephanie Swail]

LOCATION: The Silver Rest, Kashyyyk
OBJECTIVE: Repel the Sith; defend Kashyyyk
ALLIES: The Silver Jedi Order | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"]
ENEMIES: The Sith Empire

A Padawan on either side of her. Rangers, Jedi and Wookiees taking stance all around them. Jade Squadron flying out in the air above. The defence of Silver Rest and Kashyyyk had begun. The Dark would not prevail against the Light today.

It filled her heart with pride and with purpose to be part of the Order today, as it did most days. The Force entwining them all was empowering and refreshing, as if it was tying them all together and binding them.

"We stick together, and by that I mean no matter what happens do NOT find yourself alone out there. If you’re alone, you’re vulnerable, and they will prey on a even a single grain of our doubt or anxiety and feed from it."

She started walking away from the Rest, the semi-circle purple mountains behind providing a sense of natural barriers from far artillery attacks. Her plan – improvised as always – was to get down to the area that opened up the Rest to the wider terrain of Kashyyyk, namely the forests ahead and the beaches further below.

"Let’s head to the open ground before the temple and hold our line. They’re going to expect us to spread forces thin and panic. The solution? We don’t panic and we stand tight."

There was one element Stephanie wished she had; armour. Noticing a few others with at least more than her robe and slacks – well, you can’t always prepare for war, can you – she felt rather vulnerable if a Sith wielding an axe, as it happened on Mirial, suddenly appeared. Still, she had her shield, her saber and the Force. That was enough.

"Keep your senses alert and reach out beyond what your eyes see. Danger will be lurking where you physically can’t see it."

 

[Khia Varad]

Location: Silver Rest SJO Temple Inside the locked front door. Training their weapons on it from firing positions.
Anger Level: Simmering
Enemies: Dead Sith and [member="Koda Fett"]
Allies: Not Dead Sith

Temple is secure, it’s on lockdown. Word came in. No intruders.

The sight of 20 Mandalorian crusaders training their weapons on the locked front door was an unnerving enough sight for some of the paddies. Plasma, tensor, slug, blaster, ion. They were packing. Khia said nothing under the helmet. Wallwoman rarely had much to say.

Her grip flexed on the LMG sized slug thrower, its 14mm shieldbreaker rounds of death were locked and waiting for the chance to pierce, man, machine and probably starfighter as well if it came to that. The last crusaders had heard tell the new Mandalorians were fighting for the sith, and she’d probably be killing a few of them here today.

Politics. Ha. Let them have it. Crusaders didn’t give a damn. How had her Mandalore been killed, was it a knife in the back or a straight up fight. So she knew who she was killing and why. They scanned their lifeform detectors for any stealth movements, good to see who you were shooting too. Khia swore colorfully at the thought of the Sith and Mandalorians working together. Her attitude getting a workout as usual. Like being stuck here, that made her madder than all hell.

Gripping tight on the LMG, her battlesister Seka began to pace back and forth. “Soon Vod.” Khia told the hungry look Seka’s eyes. “Aliit ori'shya tal'din” Clan is more than blood. Seka responded, and Khia agreed with a squeeze on the handle. Those that killed her Vod without honor, were going to be lying in the dust after today, and those that stood with them, were already dead.

NPCs/Gear

Spoiler

1x MRS-1 14mm SPA-I Slugs, x6 Ammo Clips | 1x Icebreaker 2x Jackknifes | Grenade Belt x5 Mixed Nades(Cryo|Frag|Stun) | KPA-01 Armor, Targeting Visor, Lifeform Detector, | x1 Nimbus Shield Off, x1 Echani Personal Shield On | Battlefield Trauma Kit

NPCs
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.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Mytaranor Sector // Kashyyyk System \\ Kashyyyk Orbit​

The Golden Company, Ninth Legion, First Cohort | Contractually bound to the Sith Empire​

Objective: Make Planetfall and Establish a Beachhead​

Equipment: See Codex Submission​

Complement: Twenty Sun Guards | One Phaethon-Class Assault Transport​

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The drums of war beat just as vibrantly as the hearts within their chests. Conflict. Death. Resolution. The endless cycle drew ever on - the Golden Company grew ever richer. Violence in their eyes, malevolence in their hearts, the members of the Ninth Legion spent their final moments preparing for the onslaught that would undoubtedly ensue as they touched down on the surface of Kashyyyk. Each movement of the landing craft send their bodies swaying, their hands gripping onto the netting of the compartment with practiced agility. Each man checked their own gear first, eyes poring over each clasp and seal. When they were satisfied they began on the Legionnaire in front of them. It was a procedure unchanged since the Ninth's inception, a ritual almost. The practice also ensured a lower than average casualty rate due to gear malfunction across the Legions of the Golden Company.

"Prepare yourselves for the assault drop, lest ye be scattered to the dust." Sokar's long winded alert resounding against the crimson lit interior of the transport. His brief command issued, his hands reached for his helm. Each Legionnaire carried their own measure of unique gear. For some, enlarged shoulder pauldrons, for others a tatter of colored fabric to remind them of home or a loved one - Sokar's was his helm. Bathed in obsidian and gold, twin horns rose from its crown. The Ram they called him. The faceplate of his helm, an obsidian void shaped as the skull of a ram, the curved horns gilded in shimmering splendor. As if he himself had spawned from the pit, the helmet was adorned atop his head, internal HUD systems sparking to life. He was a warrior, a conqueror, some might even call him a demon of the void - at least they might have, if they weren't already released unto the void.

The deck below the Centurion's feet shifted as the shuttle was buffeted by a bout of turbulence. Passing through the clouds of the planet below, their time was coming. Time for blood, a time for death, a time for destruction - desolation. Whom mattered not, no more than an afterthought to the Golden Company mercenary. To currency and to their brotherhood was his loyalty bound, nothing more. No feigned morality which governments deemed to wield, no elevated thoughts of who he was or what he might believe in. Sokar knew exactly what he was. A bringer of death to those unfortunate enough to be unable to pay the coin required to still his lashing whip. It was with a cold gaze he looked out the viewport as the Ninth Legion descended towards the battlefield.

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Allies: [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Apophis Natuu"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Thane Danson"] | [member="Tekkio"] ​

Enemies: [member="Jake Daniels"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Kei Amadis"] | [member="Roona Osmari"] | [member="Beltran Rarr"] ​

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Silver Rest underground command center
Allies: SJ [member="Kei Amadis"] [member="Khia Varad"] [member="Andorreth Vikar"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]
Enemies: SE [member="Kor Vexen"] [member="Scipio Alta"]
Theme: Kashyyyk (Ep3)

"<Enemy forces have dropped behind our own vanguard!>" a Xi Charrian marine reported in, after Scipio managed to land behind the trees.

"Get the Radama Rangers to deal with the other nuisance on your back" she signaled to Valkren over comms, after making a mental effort to comprehend Xi Charrian clicks that they call speech. "As for the 6th and 7th Battalions, hold the line and push back the enemy forces"

Unfortunately for Kor, what he didn't realize was that the force inside the trees by the beach was, in fact, her vanguard; Wookiees were also firing bowcasters at troops behind the wall of tower shields, now spread thin thanks to the casualties taken to their wall, with the enemy calling in the second wave to land. These bowcasters functionally equivalent to a .50. In the meantime, the MANPADs and the much more mobile snipers got on the move as they saw incoming fire directed their way; unfortunately, casualties were inevitable, as the surviving enemy artillery was nevertheless able to land hits against some of their machinegun positions, and each walker that collapsed in a ball of flame wouldn't live very long: the force of the explosions that caused them to be mobility-killed punched holes near the legs of those vehicles. These proton rockets were the kind of proton rockets that were used against capital ships, with a handful of them being capable of destroying a corvette or a light frigate. Plus the blast radius of those proton rockets was about 150m, so one proton rocket could still land or be detonated a few meters away from the walkers and still score a mobility kill. But the aircraft were flying too high to actually be effectively fired at by the enemy ground-based AA.

"There is a secondary enemy artillery formation breaking off the main force: they seem rather tightly packed" the sensor technician reported, upon spotting a group that broke off from the main force.

"Hwachas, fire half of the concussion missiles at the missile launchers, and the other half at the support vehicles! Deploy the gunships and have them fire at the secondary enemy artillery" Jessica ordered, referring to the artillery brought by [member="Tekkio"] and his superiors that broke off from the main group.

"Roger, roger" a Hwacha squadron leader acknowledged.

The main force was screening the secondary enemy artillery formation but the secondary enemy artillery formation was fighting like the main Primeval army in the Rift campaign; massing artillery this tightly only makes it more vulnerable to counter-battery fire and bombing runs, she thought, while being grateful for Silver Rest allowing sufficient space for artillery batteries to be spaced out enough not to cause undue hazards. Plus she had no reason to panic, or to even lose confidence at this point in the battle: she still had enough firepower left to keep fighting the Sith army, even when split up in three formations, although the third was left to the infantry vangaurd and the Radama Raiders to engage. With 144 concussion missiles fired at the sixty-something vehicles, and half of that being fired at the enemy missile launchers, she hoped that the enemy ammunition magazines would be penetrated, and cause an explosion big enough to take some of the lighter vehicles down alongside it. Meanwhile, the gunships took flight and, once they came within range, the dozen gunships or so opened fire at the light walkers' legs, keeping altitude high to avoid their fire.

"Fighters, focus on the enemy landing craft; Hailfire droids, bombers, repeat!"

Actually carrying out the order of repeat usually meant that the Hailfire droids were not necessarily be firing at the walkers directly, but in spaces close to them, and neither would the mortars. And the bombers were still dropping heavy plasma bomblets at the tower shield wall at high altitudes. The biggest difference was that thermobaric charges would, upon detonation, spread a shockwave of heat at temperatures high enough to melt durasteel, and that the heat wave would easily find its way through the chinks in the armor, like a walker joint, a droid joint, or the air gap between two tower shields. And possibly hit the walkers' or droids' powerplants in the process. Or to let heat get to the heavy walkers' reactors through holes where the legs used to be and potentially cause system meltdowns. The enemy commander would be in for a carnage, with the surviving mortars firing thermobaric charges with a 200m blast radius. Here the 108 proton rockets, such as those fired by the Hailfire droids, have a blast radius of ca. 150m, so they can still detonate near the walkers as a result of being shot down or after landing a hit on the sand and still hope to hit the droids behind the tower shield wall. And yet the 24 fighters were able to fire at the enemy incoming landing craft in an attempt to cause them to either explode in mid-air or to at least score mobility kills on those.

Spoiler: Summary of actions

• Fired thermobaric charges at [member="Kor Vexen"]'s main force on the beach using Hailfire-Xs and mortars
• Had the vanguard in the trees fire at both [member="Scipio Alta"] and Kor's counter-sniper fire
• Had the fighters open fire on the inbound landing craft
• Had the Hwachas fire at [member="Tekkio"]'s artillery formation

Spoiler: Gear

• Caluula anti-matériel rifle
• Lightsaber (holstered)
• Laminanium armor

Spoiler: Order of battle

Infantry (vanguard):

• 1200 Silver Jedi regulars
• 250 heavy weapons infantry
• 160 Xi Charrian marines

Infantry (temple):

• 2500 Silver Jedi regulars
• 450 heavy weapons infantry
• 300 Xi Charrian marines

Artillery (all around the temple):

• 48 Irnfall main battle tanks
• 72 Hwacha MLRS
• 36 Hailfire-X droids

Aircraft:

• 12 A-10 LAAT gunships
• 24 Chiloon-I fighters
• 24 Chiloon-II fast bombers

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

OBJECTIVE: Say hello to old friends and new.
LOCATION: Minute or two from the treeline surrounding the edge of the Rest.
ALLIES: [member="Enyo Typhos"] | [member="Lok Munin"] | TSE
ENEMIES: [member="Khia Varad"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Zavii"] | SJO at the Rest
MORE DIRECTLY: [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"]

There was that momentary alarm, a singing flash to her nerve endings when Enyo Typhos cleared a copse of trees to appear near the Lord and Munin. In all her years on battlefields, there weren’t many fights that stayed with her like those with Siobhan Kerrigan. She could recall the sensations clear as day as if she’d saved them somewhere special, filed away exactly what it was like to feel her flesh sear and burst as a blast of electricity fried skin too close to cybernetics. A flood on her shoulders, tributaries of scar tissue. So it was instinctual to pause for just a moment in the decision to defend herself.

But no. The signature wasn’t the same, and despite the near identical similarity to the untrained eye, there was difference here.

“Yes Lok, a friend. A good one,” she answered. “This is Enyo. Enyo, Lok.”

Matsu, unless prompted by a subject she was particularly passionate about, wasn’t chatty on the best of days. And there was something up ahead that made her too eager to stop for conversation, though she knew without a doubt that Typhos wasn’t the sort of weirdly-placed-chat-in-a-warzone type anyway. So short interest would suffice. “When this is over, we should talk.”

That they both needed to be alive for that to take place was implied.

Impulsion however, came in the form of...music? Somehow drifting through the forest? “Bit dramatic for my taste,” she commented drily before moving off with her companions. The music at least would deaden the sound of their movement, forcing any Wookie, Jedi, or animal nearby to detect them through less simple means - even more advantageous, a way to cloak Enyo’s heavy contingent.

A massive concentration of Light was up ahead. Some kind of temple? Matsu slowed, closing her eyes.

Before her secondary interests, before ritual, before anything she could raise, Xiangu was primarily a mentalist. She’d forsaken nearly every other art in pursuit of ultimate control of the mind and protecting her own. Her range was, of course, limited. But there was a line of Light closer than those concentrated deeper in the sanctuary and from the thick of the treeline her influence crept.

Fear was passé, and the strength of a Jedi’s belief often made them the least susceptible to emotional manipulation.

But doubt?

Subtle push. It wasn't her. It was them. A feeling as the fleets above made fire in the sky, as the booms of artillery on the beach reverberated through the wood, the screech and call of animals fleeing engagements in tangled trees. Something was wrong.

What if you
just
can’t
do this?

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

"Gotcha, i will have a shattergun waiting along with four extra mags." Dusaro said with a short nod to himself, turning on his heel and heading back into his ship. While he was there, Dus powered up the shields as a just in case precaution and tossed his jetpack on. He started to head out of his ship but Dus stopped at the ramp. Something was just a bit off. He felt the normal tell tale signs of battle, but the emotions present in the air was not what caught his attention. It felt as though two great powers were about to collide all around them, like there was a growing friction in the air. He shook off the feeling, but it stayed in the back of his mind, like an alarm bell on the edge of being struck. As he stepped off his ramp and it began to raise he heard Sky shout his name. He made a wry grin at the distance she shouted across, shrugging a bit and closing up the ramp before running across the landing pad. A hundred meter dash was not much of an issue for him.

"Good to see a friendly face. Right now, it seems that there is a group storming the beaches and another group attacking the wookiee city itself. Being honest though, i would bet good money on another attack force going after Silver Rest directly. I am going to see if there are any forces we can group up for home defense." Dus would hand her the shattergun and extra mags before he shifted to his communicator and set it to Silver military frequencies, specifically the command channel. "This is Dusaro Dresari, call sign Handy-Man. Are there any units defending Silver Rest that could use a pair of Jedi?" The comms was silent for several moments before Dusaro heard someone pop on. "Handy-Man this is Major Dunsail of the Second Special Operations Unit. We have a unit that could use the help. Head over to the eastern barracks in sector N-Eight, the platoon has formed up there."

Now that was surprise. A special operations unit? Not quite what he expected, but it would work. "Read you loud and clear Major, Handy-Man headed out." Dusaro said before cutting the comms, looking over to Sky. "Huh. Got hooked up with a special forces platoon. Not what i expected, but that will work. Have you ever worked with soldiers before in a battle?" Dusaro asked, unsure if she had ever had to do that before or not. He knew she had fought in battles, but fighting and working with troops was a bit different and he wanted to make sure. Not having any time to waste though, he started heading to the north eastern sector of Silver Rest, explaining anything that might need to be explained on the way there.

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"]

Spoiler: Equipment

Flak Vest, Lightsaber, Verpine Shattergun, two thermal dets, two flashbang grenades

 

[Zavii]

Location: Silver Rest
Allies: the good guys
Enemies: the bad guys
Objective: prep for battle like a grown-up

Watching two Masters having a semi-intimate moment of friendship just before a battle seemed like the kind of thing you only get in holos, but seeing just that thing happen in front of her made her realize just how badly she wanted that kind of bond, and she hoped that one day she would. First though, she and her friends would have to survive this incredible surprise attack.

The young Zabraki Jedi visibly reeled at the sudden turmoil in the Force as intense violence broke out across the continent. As she bared her teeth in a silent hiss, she saw Master [member="Jyoti Nooran"] recoil as well and knew that things were suddenly going to get very, very nasty on Kashyyyk. Nodding at the older woman's instruction, she clipped her lightsaber back on her belt but drew her slug pistol.

This was not a drill nor a situation where she could afford to treat the enemy with compassion: this was the real deal. Their very home was under siege by their ancient enemy. The Sith and their hoards would show no mercy toward her comrades and Zavii would treat them in kind. Anyone threatening those she cared about deserved to be destroyed quickly; hence her choice of a ruthlessly deadly and intimidating sidearm. Few people in the modern galaxy were used to the aggressive thunder of an old-fashioned mechanical gun powered by raw exothermic thrust, but those who recognized it would immediately understand just how poorly they had chosen.

"Lead the way Master," she said, making quick eye contact with the other Human Charlie just before the three of them made their way to the Temple armory. Luckily the Sith hadn't gotten close enough to the actual Rest to make it dangerous yet, but the sight of Jedi, Rangers and even several Mandalorians rushing around the halls was nerve-wracking. At the arms room, Zavii quickly strapped some armor to her chest, back, shins and forearms. The pieces on her extremities were more for close-quarters offense and basically durasteel meat-tenderizers strapped over the bony parts with which she was likely to strike. Finally she grabbed a slug carbine with a pair of extra magazines and slipped a small vibroblade into the armor on her left leg, as a last resort.

Locked and loaded, the violet-eyed Jedi stood up and stood outside the armory. "Ready when you are," she said, looking around anxiously as she tried to gauge how far away the battle was on her Force sense alone.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Kashyyk, Gateway to the Silver Rest



Allies: SJO and Allies

Enemies: TSE and Allies



Nearby: [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"]

Engaging: N/A



One...Two...Three...Four the number of Padawan's in their little part kept seeming to grow and expand. It was if they were all drawn to something, attracted like moths to a flame. The Togruta nodded her head at Reggie and Tanaski, smiling at her friends as she followed Stephanie outside the gates, leaning back against a wall. "Besides, with so many Jedi gathered here, it's like a beacon of light. And Sith crawling through the area are more likely than not gonna come straight at us rather than trying to sneak around or get to anyone else"

If there was one thing that was that Asaraa had learnt during her time with the Silver Jedi, it was opposites attract. Where the light went, the dark would flit around it like shadow, and where the dark went the light was drawn. A small smile touched her lips as she let her blue eyes travel over towards the forest, it was quiet now but you could almost imagine that you could hear the trap of boots, see the oncoming wave of darkness rolling towards them. There was a part of her, one that she tried to keep hidden beneath in the depths of her being, that felt excited, that was chomping at the bit to be unleashed, the charge in and lash out at the Sith. It was only through the assertion of heavy control that she managed to restrain herself, forcing her body to lean nonchalantly against the wall as her fingers played over the metallic cylinder of the lightsaber at her side. "You think they're going to try to sneak up on us, or try something underhan...nevermind for a moment I forgot who I was talking about."

 

[Andorreth Vikar]

Location: In the jungle causing chaos and pulling shenanigans.
Allies: War-droids, Kitty-kitties, Seras, Jedi Ravers at Silver Rest
Enemies: Sith peeps, about to be Lok Munin, and Matsu Xiangu's posse
Objective: Mess with troops and pilots, cause annoyance on The Beaches, Head towards Silver Rest and defend it.

The Vode An had been playing but now I cut the tunes. Least ground side.... "Seras, there happen to be any downed Sith drop pods. or downed vessels near my location?" A moment then, another passed before I heard her speak "Aye.....what are you playing at Andorreth?" Smirking as I reached the downed body of the commander and trooper I said "Sowing a little chaos Seras I always was good at causing problems with distractions after all." Pulling the downed trooper helmet off and removing a code cylinder from the commander I began a chain slice through comm networks until I noted a new captured signal in my HUD. "Dropship is near my location by Silver rest. The guards have been taken care of though you should move quickly." I'd already started moving through the trees and had already been in the woods near Silver rest so it didn't take me long to reach the dropship that reeked of the Darkside. Ehhh, wasn't interested in Force signatures anyways. Climbing into the cockpit briefly I pried open the comm console and using the commanders codes tied the air dropship and fighters comms and radios to my HUD.

Moving out to the side where the engine drives were I unclipped my saber and ignited the crackling aqua blade through the engine before repeating the process on the other side. Then just for good measure I blasted the engines once each with a scattergun I'd had on my right calf plate. Returning the scattergun to its place I blasted the cockpit with a paint disc in bright green and drew a happy face in it. Moving off from the now useless dropship I began searching for obnoxious music in my playlist. Then smiling I found it this would be amusing for sure.... sending this tune to the Kushiban's troopers helmets I smiled.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NEkXCYrQUAg

[member="Tekkio"]

As I moved through the brush I tuned the broadcast towards the dropships pilots. Set up on a bouncing loop from helmet to helmet and ship to ship and began broadcasting to the pilots bringing in more troops.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3ZAGBL6UBA

Finally I sent a last music choice to the beach heads to finish up.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWu0wChlWjw

Smiling I began actual music in my helm.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-IWRmpefzE

"Seras, where was the closest Squad to me?" As I moved I felt the irritation begin through some troops. "Andorreth...something is happening here the younglings were ready to go but I see the beginning of doubt now. And there's someone in armor alongside a woman in armorweave and....scar tissue massive amounts of it. The armor is beskar Andoreth, I have line of sight shall I engage?" Smirking I said "take them Seras, quiet and non-traceable if you would. Guards first then Beskar, odds are there are more moving towards the temple so eyes out." "Copy that Andorreth, May The Force be with you."

[member="Matsu Xiangu"] ~ [member="Lok Munin"] ~ @Enya Typhos

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Allies: [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Excidium"] [member="Darth Aion"] [member="Farah"] [member="Olrunn Darr"]

The Jungles of Kashyyyk were no different from any other herd or flock. They all had a shepherd to protect them from the wolves.

Orn felt the tug of the Force in the jungle, the subtle pull of the Living Force drawing its shepherd towards one in need, and so the Jedi did follow that pull. His bark clenched and turned a darker reddish brown as he moved, like a surge of vines through the canopy of the jungle, wrapping and unwrapping itself from each tree as it peeled across the trees.

It was sudden, a small force of Sith Troopers and four Sith against a lone woman. Sith were just as brave in this time as they had always been, the Jedi grumbled to himself.

Knowing he needed to clear out the chaff and the lackeys first the Jedi situated himself above them in the trees, and reached out through the roots of the wryoshr tree and into the crust of the planet. His presence tapped the intertwined web of roots and vines beneath the forest floor, the ferns and the moss. The very ground itself surged with his presence.

With a surge of energy the jungle floor came alive beneath the Sith Soldiers, vines and roots surging upwards, grasping at the small force of soldiers to lash at their weapons and arms like vices. The earth became a swamp, sinking beneath their feet as the fines sought to pull them down into the muck where he would plan to leave them, just their heads exposed and solidify the earth into rock around them.

Then maybe he and his unlikely ally could get a fight going with the four sithlings.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

As Zhelen climbed up over the canopy of the enormous worshyr trees, wings and legs braced against the enormous branches, dispersing his weight as much as possible on the thick branches. He and his master turned their heads in eerie unison towards the bright beacon of Silver Rest. Zhelen glided just over the canopy, making it difficult to detect him from scanners above, on account of the treetops, but also using the dense canopy to keep him obscured from below.

Are... you... out... there?​

​

Darth Ophidia pulled the mental reins quickly, making Zhelen seize his glide and wrap around a particularly tall peak of a worshyr tree. The Pale's head looked around, her senses reaching out to sense the source of the words. Was it? ...No, not him. This was another, one she considered dead, despite him walking this very world. Yes, only Mythos could be this kind of foolish.

Zhelen looked at Ophidia, his intelligent eyes questioning her for a second, then turning his attention the same way. He, as much as she, wanted to cover Silver Rest in a coat of toxic gas, but first she would have to silence a Nabooian.

"Tcha!"

The fellbeast turned and kicked off from the tree, causing leaves to fall and be blown away by the flap of his powerful wings. He kept low over the canopy still, knowing it was their best chance at not being pulled into air combat, it was not of any interest to her. Ophidia's presence remained subdued, compressed, shrouded from view and baked into the backdrop; something which had become second nature to her after all these years.

As such, Mythos' calling got no response other than silence. Perhaps some birds left their nests, perhaps a leaf fell, but there was no sight of his master.

Then, a rustle, the crack of a branch, and a growl just barely not heard. The oscillation around Zhelen's form cut against the sky as the Fellbeast growled down at Mythos' encampment. Its rider was not to be seen on its back. Was it because she melted into the sky? Or was she simply not there? One could not tell at a glance. A voice pinged out from the woods - Like a deep hiss, raspy, dry like the sands of Rattatak - sourceless.

​

"What does the dead want?"​

​

He had the Queen of Shadows' attention, but not her patience. Not any more.

[member="Mythos"] @Theodred Heavenshield

 

[Stephanie Swail]

LOCATION: The Silver Rest, Kashyyyk
OBJECTIVE: Repel the Sith; defend Kashyyyk
ALLIES: The Silver Jedi Order | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"]
ENEMIES: The Sith Empire | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"] | [member="Lok Munin"]

The Padawans continued to walk forward in a line as if nothing could touch them. Considering their planet was under threat, their confidence and faith in not just themselves, but each other, was what kept them treading water.

Stephanie frowned and looked to the forest.

Asa spoke with a wry observation, and caught her attention, forcing a smile and little sigh.

"My dear Asra, they are probably watching us right now, but by the FORCE who is making that racket?" She looked back to the forest and shook her head. "So much for using the environment to our advantage."

Padawan Swail lifted her shield arm, speaking into the wrist com.

"Whoever is kicking out that music - turn it OFF."

She shook her head again and continued walking. She glanced over again. It wasn’t just that alien music, but...agh, she hated these feelings. That feeling they were being watched. Being sized up. Being preyed on. A little frown crossed her pale brow and she swallowed softly. There was no gain in making the others worry or panic about what they could not see. It was probably nerves. Nerves, and adrenalin.

Her eyes were sharp and focused and they scanned the forests, seeing the tree-tops wave sightly, sometimes shaking violently now and then. The battle was creeping closer. Then, a barrage of cannon fire seemed to echo off the beaches down South of their position.

"I say we stand at the fork between the beach and the outer forest. We are all that can help stand between whatever comes through towards the Rest, at least until we call in back-up. We can do this. We can do this." The latter part to herself. "No Masters remember. No Masters, no fun."

Her heart began to thump.

What if she
just
couldn’t
do this?

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Sword Squadron 12/12
Allies: [member="Varindar Asyt"]
Enemies: [member="Mulokhai Zarandur"]

The fighters were jumping into the fray. He could see them popping onto his radar and shortly the call from the corvette gave him the affirmative, all fighters accounted for. He sent out a quick order to form up. “Swords. Lets give them the 3 set up.” And the Clawcrafts all divided up along the three flight groups, the leader with one below, and two on either side. Not quite a vertical cross, but definitely leaning. He nodded as he could see the other fighters in his local sensors.

“We’re going in at them hard and fast. Riptide, make sure to keep anything off our back, and watch for their heavy ships. We’re going to do what we can, alert Silver Command.” He knew a message was going to be sent out to [member="Gir Quee"] and [member="Valae Kitra"]. Until then? It was time to link up with the rest of the fighters.

“Interceptors, 3 o’clock, near shuttles.” Came the call from Sword Five.

Jared looked up and nodded. “Roger. Flight Three, try to get their attention, Two and Three, we’re gonna go hit their drop ships. Laser fire first, if you get a clear shot, pop off missiles.” He ordered, pushing the throttle.

“Wilco.” Came a call from several pilots.

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Location: Juggernaut transport, enroute to Dunkirk Beach
Allies: SJO, Lupewaurreg, Jost Cal Dayne, [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Roona Osmari"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Jake Daniels"], [member="Kei Amadis"]
Enemies: TSE, [member="Kor Vexen"], [member="Tekkio"], [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Engaging: Nobody currently

As the transport continued on its journey away from the Ranger base and to the front lines, Beltran sat back in his seat, listening to the coms as reports of the battle came flooding in. It seemed that several large units of Sith forces had amassed on the beach that they were currently on their way to. That seemed to be the place where all of this was going to be decided.

Lupewaurreg sat next to the Lorrdian, quiet as he usually was. Beltran enjoyed the Wookiee’s presence, as much as he enjoyed anyone’s, for the simple fact that the large creature didn’t feel the need to fill the air with needless noise.

As the transport had just been about to pull away from the armoury, Beltran had watched as Sergeant [member="Roona Osmari"] had boarded just in time. He didn’t offer the woman anything more than a curt nod as she found her seat. Though they had been on the same mission together on Nieflheim, he didn’t profess to know her any better than he did anyone else.

Jost Cal Dayne had looked up at the fit Ranger woman with a glance of annoyance as the seatbelt buckle had been pulled unceremoniously from underneath his foot. The narrowing of his eyes belied the Corellian’s anger at having his apparently anxiety attack being interrupted, but as soon as he made eye contact with the woman, his face had flushed a little and he stammered out a half-hearted reply.

“Uhhh, yeah…no worries. Sorry ‘bout that.” He said awkwardly to the young woman before settling back in his chair. Fear radiated off of the fat Corellian, and Beltran felt a sudden sense of revulsion toward Lupewaurreg’s companion. There were few things Beltran held with more disdain than what he perceived to be cowardice.

Jost, for his part, seemed not to notice the look Beltran was giving him. In fact, he seemed not to realize that just about every Ranger on the transport had given him the same exact look at one point or another, as the juggernaut moved closer to the front. Instead, he rocked himself slightly back and forth while staring a hole into the bulkhead in front of him.

While he did this, he began humming softly to himself. It was a tune that Beltran didn’t recognize, but much to the Lorrdian’s surprise, Cal Dayne’s voice came through quite pleasantly. It had a subtle smoky quality to it that he hadn’t expected from a man who always seemed to speak a few decibels too high.

“Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm Hmmmm, Hmm Hmmm Hmm Hmmmmm. Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm.”

Outside, Beltran thought he could hear the sounds of blaster fire. Then a second later, there was the unmistakeable crash of an explosion. Through the transport’s bulkhead, it was a muffled sound. It seemed distant, but Beltran knew that it was about to become much closer. They were nearing the front, and soon they would be in it-full throttle.

The rest of the Ranger contingent also seemed to realize it, as most of the chatter between the soldiers abruptly stopped. All that remained was the sound of Jost Cal Dayne’s smoky voice:

“Hear the devil callin’,” He began to sing. “Hear the devil’ callin’… Well I hear the devil callin’, gotta pay him what he’s due. I can’t stop, the dogs of war. I can’t stop the dogs of war.”

Next to Beltran, Lupewauregg started to stomp his heavy foot against the deck, his rhythm coming in time with Cal Dayne’s singing:

“See the fields burin’. See the fields burnin’… Well I see the fields burnin’ cause hell is coming through. I can’t stop, the dogs of war. I can’t stop, the dogs of war.”

As he sang, Cal Dayne reached down and slowly unhooked the safety clasp of his hip holster and pulled out his pistol. The weapon was an old style Blas-Tech DL-44. A weapons aficionado would have been able to tell that it was in fact a model that dated all the way back to the Galactic Civil war, almost a millennia ago. The weapon was scratched, and the finish had long been worn away. But it appeared to be serviceable. On the side of the grip, written sloppily in white paint was the word “Bette.”

Jost proceeded to check the weapon’s power supply, and perform half a dozen smaller maintenance procedures. Despite his often oafish demeanour, Beltran was impressed with the way the Corellian’s hands worked on his weapon. They were efficient and knowledgeable, as if they had done this very task a thousand times before.

And all the while, Jost continued to sing:

“Feel the river risin’. Feel the river risin’. Well I feel the river risin’, the devil’s coming up for you. I can’t stop, the dogs of war. I can’t stop the dogs of war.”

It was then that the transport stopped and a voice called out over the intercom. It was the driver reporting that they’d arrived at the front. Then, without any further a warning, the vehicle’s ramp descended and the Rangers began to file out of the transport. The sounds of the war that had come to Kashyyyk filled the air, and there was no doubt in anyone’s minds or hearts that they were about to step right into the heart of it.

As Beltran led Lupewaurreg and Jost Cal Dayne into hell itself, Jost finished his song with the last two lines:

“I can’t stop, the dogs of war. I can’t stop…the dogs of war.”

 

[Tekkio]

Location: Just beyond the trees lining the beach of Kashyyyk
Allies: [member="Kor Vexen"]
Enemies: [member="Andorreth Vikar"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

The survey team was ahead of the armored Division, further in the woods. With them, Scout Commandos. "When this war is over..." Said the Chief of the team. "I'm coming back here. This place may have hostiles but at least you can breath out here, even with all the smoke." The Petty Officers next to him nodded. "If you ask me, this place is a supplement of hell." One said. The chief responded almost instantly, "Nah. I've seen hell, this is far from it. I could honestly think of worst places to die." The Kushiban Lieutenant listened to their muffled voices. He knew in their helmets their voices was amplified. But to him, the senseless chatted was hard to understand. Eventually he tuned them out. There was a sharp noise cutting through the air. "What's that?" A trooper said holding up binoculars. He turned on emergency comms. "Rockets incoming!"

There was a scatter to many of the troopers. The Hailstorm tanks started to move. The walkers responded the same. However the tanks stopped. The walkers, however, was not like the AT-STs of old. These we AT-A/RWs. They was faster, and moved into a jog-like pace for their size. Most got as close to the trees as possible. Others turned to fire upwards. The tanks turned their turrets. "What are you doing!" The Lieutenant Commander Rogers said in comms. "Artillery get out of there!" But there was a second voice over comms. "This is Captain Ro. I saw where those rockets was launched. Their stream was easy to track. Hailstorm, fire when ready." The artillery's missile pods opened up at an alarming rate as an emergency response. The tanks all fired in near unison. 1 boom from each, 6 misses launched each, another boom and another volley, ending with a final boom. The tanks unleashed all they had... All 216 of them. "We cant save the tanks, but at least the Jedi gave up one of their locations." The missiles zoomed in the air, some colliding with the raining on them rockets, creating a weird sound. These missiles was not concussive. They was seismic charged missiles. The power behind their blast was much greater than the rockets that was launched at their carriers. Two hundred sixteen missiles traced the path back to the source of the rockets. The seismic charges could be heard miles away. The Captain turned off his comms.

Almost instantly there was a ​wooshing ​like noise in the comms, followed by a voice. "If it hadn't been for cotton eye Joe, I'd be married 'long time ago. Where did ya come from, where did ya go? Where did ya come from cotton eye Joe?" Tekkio tilted his head. The Chief right beside him reached up to his comms. "Oh boy. Switch to secondary." The silence that followed was one that matched the odd noise. It had only been heard for a few seconds before the troopers switched to their secondary channel, but the impact was felt. "We'll figure that out later." The Lieutenant Commander said. "Alright, here's the situation. We have no artillery and only a dozen walkers. The armored division leader is dead and that means I am acting. Survey team, since we have nothing to guide what you tag, I'm sending you with Recon. Special forces will accompany what is left into deep forest where we will have better cover. Our objective has not changed. How we will accomplish it will be decided when we get there. For now we will continue to our objective. What's left of the company, move out!"

Tekkio's heart may have missed a few beats. In just five minutes events unfolded that way surpassed chaotic. Things moved fast. Too fast. He turned to walk in the underbrush. The 20 troopers of the Survey team was at least out of harms way. Tekkio thought about their objective. The hospital. Was it still worth pursuing? One of the Petty Officers looked at the Chief. "You still wanna come back here?" He asked. The Chief looked at him but said nothing, instead he followed his Lieutenant. Eventually the Survey team would have to switch gear, now that they was technically not a Survey team.

A comm was patched through to the General from the Captain of the Special forces. "General, our plan is working in distracting the forces. The split off will continue to draw attention from the attack force. Sir, if ever there was a time for an opening for a hard push, now would be it." The Captain waited for a response before ending the transmission.

 

[Farah]

Location: Welcome to the jungle
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: Silver Jedi Order
Nearby: [member="Darth Excidium"] | [member="Olrunn Darr"] | [member="Darth Aion"] |[member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] | [member="Orn Pharr"]
Objective: Science!

Farah’s brows crinkled further together in stark annoyance. This was supposed to be a simple retrieval mission, then back across Sith lines. Or following her teacher to corrupt sacred Jedi spaces, whatever worked. The Jedi were not supposed to come after the lone group of Sith straggling deep into the jungle, they were supped to be on the frontlines protecting their temples and people. Alas, things did not always go as planned. Fortunately Farah was not naïve enough to believe that they would not encounter opposition.

The Zeltron surveyed the impromptu battlefield and handful of new Force signatures, light and dark, that had cropped up. Though not as experienced in battle as the others, she had a surgeon’s mettle and focus in times of crisis. Two light and four dark. By Farah’s judgement, they didn’t need her. Her datapad blipped and she looked down just as the tree-like Jedi manipulated the vines beneath their troopers, plant matter surging upwards and pulling some of them tightly into the earth. Yes, she’d be more useful elsewhere. One of her two guards had been caught in the plant trap and she turned a blind eye to him. To the other, she motioned.

Turning on her heel, the Sith Acolyte quickly departed from the immediate fight. Traitorous? Cowardly? That would be for her Master to decide. Farah was not the most loyal or dutiful apprentice, that much was certain.

She was not here to wreak havoc on the Jedi, only to procure a sample of a bacteria that may or may not exist. This attack seemed like good cover and she’d be more useful on a scientific mission than on the battlefield. Next time, A thought crossed her mind as she followed the map. Next time I’ll go at this al—

“Wah!” She cried out as she stepped into a sinkhole, foot dropping into the earth enough for her to almost twist her ankle. The unmarked trooper who’d come along with her stopped, standing stalwart beside her with his weapon drawn in case they were attacked. “Son of a…” She grunted, lifting her leg from the earth where it was covered in mud and...what?

Her eyes narrowed then widened quickly as she noted the little bright bioluminescent spots stuck to the foot of her envirosuit.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Allies: Treebeard! Err...[member="Orn Pharr"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Aion"], [member="Darth Excidium"], [member="Farah"], [member="Olrunn Darr"]


A bolter's explosive rounds exploded on impact. Thus the high explosive projectiles did just that when they impacted upon the swiftly erected earth wall. The detonation produced a loud boom and a shockwave. These rounds had enough punch to damage light vehicle armour.


However, Elpsis was not in a position to ascertain what damage the Sith or their minions might or might not have suffered. For the dangers she faced had significantly increased. This was a hazard any time you entered a battlefield. You were at risk of biting off more than you could chew, being encircled, outflanked and so on and so forth.


Firstly, while dark power coalesced around the first Sith Master, his troopers unleashed a hailstorm upon her as they fired their special rifles, which emitted focused streams of acidic gas. Acid was nasty if it managed to achieve skin contact.


Secondly, a Sith Apprentice exerted her willpower to bring a Force Crush to bear upon Elpsis' hands, aiming to unleash such pain that she would be forced to relinquish her grasp upon the gun. The Sith acolyte held a lightsabre that glowed with a fierce light.


Thirdly, another dark warrior, this one also a Master, appeared on the scene. He spoke words in a language Elpsis did not understand - or care for. Presumably it was the Dark Tongue or something like that.


The firemaned empath grit her teeth, but kept her cool. Though young in years, this was not her first battle. She'd fought during the Omega War, at Atrisia, Kaeshana and Mustafar. A few things worked in her favour. Enough to keep her from being overwhelmed.


The Ghostmaker was a nasty implement of torment and a good crowd control weapon, but it only had a range of 9m. This put it beneath the minimum range required for the safe use of the bolter's explosive bolts, and Elpsis always took care to put a bit more distance between her and her target than said minimum range demanded, lest she be at risk of being blown up. Furthermore, she wore sealed phrik armour, which made both gas and acid rather ineffective.


However, this obviously did not help her against the Force Crush. Pain surged through her hands. Ouch. Her Force aura flared to life, glowing brightly, as she dissipated the crushing hold upon her hands. This kept bones from being broken, though pain still shot through her. Furthermore, her bolter had fallen out of her grasp. She grit her teeth.


As the Sith Apprentice dashed towards her, Elpsis deftly moved to the side, away from her immediate direction. The Force flowed through her, boosting her, and her hands found her Deathrattle sound carbine. Aiming towards the acolyte, she fired. The sonic weapon was configured in the omnidirectional weapons grade sonic projector mode.


Sonics could not be blocked by lightsabres, but were great at inflicting serious hurt. An omnidirectional sonic projector had the power to put Masters on the ground, bleeding from various cranial orifices for a couple minutes. The noise would last for twenty minutes. Mooks close enough would probably also be affected.


As she fired, there were ripples in the Force, when seemingly one of the trees came to life and unleashed the fury of the Mother Jungle upon the Sith troopers. She could sense that this was no normal tree, but a sentient being. His aura radiated the Light. She felt deeply grateful.


The Force surged from Elpsis as well, erupting in a wave of heat, as she drew upon her kindred element: fire. Her target? The second, huge Sith Lord - Darth Aion, though she obviously did not know his name. Many Force Masters had some way of defending themselves against direct fire, but what she summoned was different, for it was a ring of fire that sought to surround and envelope him. The temperature of it was extreme. As a side-effect, fire and heat would also do its part to neutralise the acidic gas.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

LOCATION: Minute or two from the treeline surrounding the edge of the Rest.
ALLIES: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Lok Munin"]
ENEMIES: [member="Khia Varad"], [member="Valae Kitra"], [member="Zavii"], SJO at the Rest
MORE DIRECTLY: [member="Stephanie Swail"], [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Reggie Faayare"], [member="Tanaski Yumi"]



“Yes Lok, a friend. A good one,” Matsu had answered. “This is Enyo. Enyo, Lok.”



Friend. In a way, it was an alien term. Enyo had people she was fond, respected or even felt affection. Her 'clone' siblings definitely belonged in this category. Even those who were polar opposites to her when it came to morality, alignment and so on. Even a nihilistic Terminatrix slash mafia boss had loved ones.


She also counted [member="Ylva Wolfsbane"] and [member="Joza Perl"] as something like friends. Matsu Xiangu was a shark, a being that had freed herself from the shackles of slave morality and would stop at nothing to achieve her goals. Who had also faced Siobhan Kerrigan as an equal upon the battlefield and inflicted grave wounds upon her.


That was something Enyo respected. She also liked her. As far as two amoral predators could feel such sentiments for each other. The Zombie Queen had probably taken an interest in her largely due to her resemblance and connection to Siobhan. She had probably intended to use her as a tool in her...game with Enyo's mirror. But she had not lied to her, or deceived her.


She gave the Mandalorian who marched with her a curt nod. "We should," she responded to Matsu in the affirmative. Neither was the type to stand on parade and waste time with waffle. Especially not on a battlefield. The group quickly gained ground as they made their way through the forest. Loud...music filled the air. It irritated Enyo's ears somewhat, but it actually worked to their advantage, as it deadened the sound of their movements, especially of Enyo's cyborg posse, which advanced with unerring precision.


Soon, they would reach the sanctuary the Jedi had fled to. Then the Terminatrix might find out whether past battles had strengthened them...or if it was solely fear that compelled them to abandon the worlds formerly under their rule and plant their banners elsewhere. She could feel the Force surge through Matsu as the Witch-Necromancer stretched out her mental tendrils.


Enyo had no talent for this. Much like her mirror, she was no mentalist. Indeed, in terms of Force power, she was inferior to Siobhan Kerrigan in her prime. But she was an ideal tank, Hammer and Anvil. A rifle was slung on her back, along with her beskar warhammer, while two sidearms were holstered, and her lightsabre was ready to be drawn. Her Force Signature had vanished, buried under a shroud of mundanity, obfuscating her aura.

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Planet: Kashyyyk
Location: Silver Rest SJO Temple Gardens --> Landing Pad
Gear in signature
Allies: SJO peps mainly [member="Dusaro Dresari"]
Enemies: Sith peps

​The air was thick with the aura of battle, though distant anyone force sensitive could feel the loss of life from both side emanating from the tree's and beaches, a small sense of urgancey enveloping the young woman as she made haste towards her Jedi friend. ​"Nice to see you again Dusaro", ​she replied to the Echani hybrid Jedi, reaching out her hands to grasp onto the scatter gun he so kindly supplied to her, ​"Yes you are correct in your assumption, I can sense both sides locked in battle in those directions, most likely the beach was the only open area to land troops, the Wookies are most likely a secondary target". ​Probably also since that was the only real area one could to in order to kill civis and other non combatants, a favourite past time of the Sith if experience taught her anything.

​She slung the chatter gun around her shoulder as Dusaro called in to see where they were needed, though there was an every emanating feeling of being watched Sukai knew idling around the temple with no real objective would not help in the defence. They would need to coordinate and face the threat instead of waiting for the enemy to grow in strength and pounce on them like a hungry wild beast. Reaching out with the force a beacon of light was emanating from the front of the Temple, from their individual strength most likely Padawans, poised to defend the entrance from Sith attack, her brother seeming to be among them, meaning herself and Dursaro would need to look elsewhere for combat.

​It turned out such a look did not take long, Sukai's little force sensing observation interrupted by the man. ​"Special forces, ranger perhaps? if so I have worked with them before on, but even if I have not, remember my mother is a solider in her own special forces unit, so I already know a few things". ​She gave the man a small coy smile as she prepared to move out, her heart racing a little faster knowing the combat was nearing, a feeling Sukai had not gotten since Miral being on longer leave from military service then more then she would have liked. ​"So we ready? by all means lead the way oneesan"', ​with a mock bow and hand gesture Sukai indicated for him to lead the way, quickly following behind as the duo started heading North East.