War, What is it good for? Absolutely Nothing! (Invasion of The Silken Asteroids) [Crusade + Horde]

[Soliath Devin Talith]

It seemed that the turbo-laser fire was proving to much to even his little squad. Soliael frowned slightly, and then waved to the pilot. He would not needlessly allow his men to die, he was not Ithari the bloody after all, he was Neth, the Keeper of Knowledge and the chronicler of time. The pilot of the Ship saw the wave of his gods hand and nodded, the silent communication being enough to make the man take a major turn.

The ship they were in bucked to the left and immediately took a turn towards the closest Horde Ship.

The transport bucked, turned, swiveled and dodged its way through turbo-laser fire, dodging and weaving until it neared the much larger capitol ship. Soliaels eyes popped open in surprise as the pilot neared the hangar bay, wondering if the man could actually make it with the rest of them still alive.

“Samuel.” Soliael said to the pilot who simply seemed to grin in his seat, the man seemed confident.

Then the transport buckled and broke. It slid through the shields of the Horde Destroyer smoothly, though with little grace. It came crashing down onto the hangar deck with a loud ear piercing screeching, coming to a halt only when it slammed against the hangars far wall.

Soliael reeled slightly, his head spinning. “Nice work.”

He said with a smile as he headed towards the ships ramp.
@Kung Seilois

 

[Darth Metus]

Having been hailed by forces of the same nation, the squadron of Confederate vessels relayed the direct line of communication to the Blue Krait. There, Captain Richard Ross response with his signature, baritone voice that had been cultivated over a lifetime. This is Captain Richard Ross of the CIS Naval Forces, operating under the command of Colonel Isley Verd, our esteemed Judge Magister of the Executive Council. Intentions are to assist the Moross Crusade in their current military operation against the so-called Horde. It is not my desire to see Confederate blood spilled by Confederate hands, and I hereby advise that your forces return to base. I repeat, advise immediate RTB. Ross out." With that said, the officer folded his hands behind his back and exhaled solemnly, hoping that the friendly forces of the Techno Union would hearken to his words.

[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]

 

[Vascious Relens]

The Righteous and Holy Crusade
Aboard The Crimson Strife

One of Moross' three false gods sat strapped into a seat within @Kassandra's YT-2400. The Horde would attempt to kill the Aesir leadership of the Crusade in an attempt to quell the morale of the unwavering crusaders. Naturally the Aesir would try to do the same to the Horde's leaders, but they of course would not wait for others to do this for them. Vascious' nephew, Solaiel, was already on route to cut off Overlord Dredge's head. As such he'd need to move against Vulcanus simultaneously to silence the Sith that had been brought to support the Horde. In doing this he chose to forgo the glorious capital ship that would have befitted his stature. That would have just been a huge target just like the Sith capital ship was. Vascious would have some element of surprise as he moved for the head he would cut off.

Still it would take time for the boarding to happen. In the meantime he'd monitor the battle frequency channels and direct his forces accordingly. It was a large boost to combat prowess for his forces to know that their gods were with them in the battle. After all how could they fall if the divines watched? "Crusader Marix, retreat from the surface. Intel is showing that the unfaithful are blowing up their facilities and strafing the ground to halt you. That rock is meaningless to me," came the voice of Aesir Kalee calmly after it had been directly patched into [member="Zoey Marix"]'s comm link. She was of course one of the best he had under his wing of the Crusade. It was unlikely that the Mandalorian woman needed any warning, but he'd give it to her anyway.

Amorella and Solaiel might have had their own intent for the Silken Asteroids. Vascious' goals were quite simple though. After they were forcefully taken from the usurpers he would install defensive installations to buy time if the horde thought to return for them later. Their position was simply a buffer to the Sith Master. He cared little for the rocks otherwise, but it galled that the Vong dared to try and take what they were working on developing. The Crusade only had so much patience for encroaching heresy and foolishness.

Of course if the Vong wanted to turn their resources towards leveling a few rocks. Well he'd kick their ships while they were distracted. "Dispatch fighters to bomb the ships firing salvos here and here to buy our landing force a little time to retreat." Relens pointed to the points of interest on the holographic map floating above his lap from the small projector he had brought with him. One of the nearby soldiers nodded and got on his comm link to start relaying coordinates and orders.

Then Vascious listened as an OP transmission came in warning of impending barriages along the line scrimmage. "Acknowledged Siege Tower, this is Aesir Kalee of the Crusade. I need holes punched in the Horde and Sith flag ships. Show me that those grey cloaks of yours don't just keep your armor from getting dirty," responded the Mandalorian to [member="HK-36"]'s comm link announcement.

It really was interesting how such diverse forces came together when it came time to wipe the stain of creatures like the Vong off of the galaxy. Many of them might not have liked the agenda of the Crusade, but the Vong had a knack for inciting outright repulsion in most.

"Get on it Sergeant, let command know to pull back what they can to minimize casualties. Evasive maneuvers for the rest while the Siege Tower has its fun. I'm gonna let loose my own hell right after." Another one of his soldiers saluted briskly before moving to relay these new orders as well.

Finally Kalee took a relaxing breath before leaning back into his seat. "Faithful," spoke the old man to all of his forces now over the Moross communication network. "Listen to my commands well and know them to be the true will of the Pantheon. Kalee demands the heads of the heretics if they do not bend to the salvation of our words. These misguided creatures think they know how to instill fear? Hah a Crusader does not know how to fear godless abominations that mar the perfection of our vision. Wipe this stain from the galaxy. Litter these barren rocks with their corpses until they know the Pantheon's might. Make this 'Horde' fear to set a single ship in these graveyards ever again."

 

[Kung Seilois]

Seilois paced back faster and faster, his paranoia growing as this battle was far from anything he had experienced to date. The sudden attack on their own facilities, the sudden loss of the Overlord... at least, he thought that was what was going on. It was hard to understand what the Vong said to each other, or in many cases, didn't say to each other. Was the Overlord dead? Did he retreat? His earlier request for new orders from command went unnoticed. Whatever was happening up the chain of command was attracting a lot of their attention.

Then there was the issue of the large asteroid barreling towards their fleet, Seilois kept looking at the Vong Captain expecting... anything. Would they fire on the asteroid and destroy it? Would they, at the very least, move? It seemed they were waiting for something, and the wait was driving him insane.

Red light flashed on the command bridge, and Seilois moved to see what this newest commotion was only to see the holographic map of the ship show a red flash around the hanger. Boarders. Finally something I understand, Seilois mused. His paranoia was still high, and he did not know what awaited for him, but it was about damn time he would have a use and take a limited control of his fate back into his own hands.

"Captain, send some squads down to the hanger to repel whatever landed. Secure the bridge, engines, and the power generators. I will take care of this," Seilois said drawing his heavy blaster pistol and pulling his combat knife from his right boot. He knew his rifle wouldn't be very useful in the close quarter ship combat, and so it seemed he would be down to a pistol and knife for the close quarters fight. Weapons in hand, he left the command bridge and walked down the long hall way to the lift that would bring him down to the Hanger. The ship communications told him that some Vong units were about to reach the Hanger.

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

[member="Isley Verd"]

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pVfBW6N7QA )


And so it was not this man that Vulcanus had sensed, perhaps there was another sith ([member="Darth Kentarch"] ) approaching his position. It mattered little at this point for as my opponent said, the stage had been set for these two titans to face off. Vulcanus had never faced off against this man before, but he was already confident that he could crush him beneath his boot. After all, Vulcanus was the true Dark Lord of the Sith Empire and now the Emperor of the New Order and this man was...well this man was not even someone Vulcanus had heard or seen in his life. With a deep, thundering chuckle the Graug Warlord lowered his arms and slowly drew his Sith Sword from his hip and held it in the low-ready stance of Djem So. "You fool, you are not a true Sith and therefore you know not of the Darkside's true power! I am bringing forth a New Order, one that will stand for a thousand years and dwarf even the size of Palpatine's Galactic Empire!" As the beast spoke he began to focus on the deep hate within himself and pulled on his most primal rage, he would crush this man and post his head beside his throne.

"You have only one choice, join or die...now witness the power of the EMPEROR OF THE SITH!" The beast roared, moving his sword to one side without warning and thrusting his left fist forward and stamping his left foot in unison. The combined movements led up to a powerful burst of darkside energy exiting through his fist and conjuring a vortex of black and purple flames. The vortex grew several meters in diameter like a supernatural tornado from hell, burning hotter than any natural flame and catching even Krag's own men in the blaze. Within a fraction of a second, Isley would find himself encompassed in a hellishly hot spiral of fire.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

The ramp of the starship lowered itself onto the ground, forcing itself onto the metal deck with a wave of Soliaels hand. The False God allowed the Resu to go first, the strange machine like creatures stomping onto the hangar bay and immediately beginning their slaughter. Behind them Soliael quickly followed, his steps echoing slightly as he made his way down the ramp and into the hangar bay.

He smiled beneath his mask as he saw destroyed starfighters and rings of flames throughout the Hangar, grinning as he heard the scream of a Vong.

Seconds later the Hangar door erupted, a wall of ugly, mutilated Soldiers pouring from the maw of the hallway. Soliael frowned slightly, most of his power would be less than useless against Vong, their immunity to the force was a pesky thing. As he continued walking down the ramp of the Hangar bay Soliael gripped onto a piece of the ramp, breaking the metal strut with one jerk of his arm.

The Yuuzan Vong approached him, raising thud bug launchers and threatening him with them. “Your gods are dead. Bow down before your new ones.”

With one quick Motion Soliael tossed the length of metal in the air, catching it in his palm and then throwing it as fast as he could. In an instant the makeshift spear pierced through two of the Yuuzhan Vong's skulls, instantly killing them.

He grinned, and then waved for the rest of the Vong to charge at him.
@Kung Seilois

 

[Saera Willamina Savan]

"Very well.... If that is the Judge Magister's wish, then I will cooperate. I apologize but we have no investment in the Crusade and can't afford to lose valuable strike fighters or men fighting for their cause. As a fellow citizen, I'm sure you understand. You'll be own your own. Godspeed."
Connecting a listening relay directly to the bridge of the Crown and thus all Techno Union corporate troops, Saera's force heard and acknowledged over private comm before heading back to the ship. They would wait there, and remain neutral in the matter until it was all over or something forced their hand via either side.

 

[Kung Seilois]

The hum of the lift was almost mocking Seilois as it seemed to go at the speed of a crawl. He would demand an update, but there would be no real point. In a few minutes, he would see for himself what was going on. Finally the doors slide open, and he could see the orange lighting on the walls from the fires that had sprung up, but more importantly, the carnage as Vong troops engaged large machine like creatures that were making a large dent in their numbers.

"Bridge. You better send reinforcements to the hanger," Seilois said tapping the comlink on the side of his helmet, pausing to look at the large machines, "And send some heavy weaponry," he added as an after thought. The Vong would have even more trouble then they already were if they continued to use their standard weaponry.

The Vong seemed to be preoccupied with a man... droid... thing, honestly, Seilois wasn't quite sure what they were fighting even was, but whatever it was the Vong seemed to consider it a high threat, so he did what he always did when faced with a new threat, he would observe. Instead of engaging the being that had the Vong's attention, Seilois raised his blaster pistol and unloaded on one of the creature like robots, taking out two of it's leg joints and forcing it to the ground, "Focus Fire! Bring them down!"



[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]

 

[Darth Metus]

"You're absolutely right." came Isley's response. "I am no 'true Sith', I am a true son of Mandalore!"

Unlike the Mandalorian, whose presence in the Force was veiled due to his Beskar'gam, the towering Graug reeked of the Dark Side. Like a mighty tide of midnight black, the Force beckoned to the call of [member="Darth Vulcanus"] and manifested in the form of a vortex of flame. Through reflex alone did Isley activate his Jetpack in response to their spontaneous manifestation and he relied upon it's sudden thrust backwards to clear him from their initial growth. Then, with a minor adjustment, his trajectory changed to bear him in a rough semi-circle, clockwise in motion, narrowly avoiding the brunt of the flames. With that peril somewhat behind, the Mandalorian directed his focus on a fitting response and manifested the energies and negativity he had drawn upon earlier through the uttering of a single word: "Odojinya." With the incantation of ancient Sith tongue came a thrusting forward of the Mandalorian's hand: a motion that caused the energies of the Dark Side to conjure themselves as a trio of wide rings upon the floor surrounding the Graug.

In the blink of an eye, the lattices of Dark Side energies rose and constricted, attempting to bind him in three locations. The lowermost ring attempted to ensnare his legs whilst the middle of the trio attempted to pin his arms to his sides. The third and final ring attempted to constrict about the Graug's neck in order to cut off air flow suddenly. However, restraint was far from the true purpose of these rings, for their power rested in their ability to cause excruciating sums of pain...and to cut off the victim from their connection with the Force.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

[member="Isley Verd"]

Krag recognized the Sith tongue in which the Mandolorian spoke, it was an ancient spell of binding that would constrict Vulcanus and cut off his flow to the force. Luckily, the Sith Armor had its own force flow as did the sword that was slowly turning the Dark Lord into a darkside nexus. Pulling from the power of his armor and sword, Vulcanus leap high and back and out of the ways of the rings but didn't move quick enough to keep his right foot from being bound to the sapping ring of energy. The stinging ring of energy bound itself to his ankle and a surge of pain seemed to drive deep into his very soul. The Emperor roared in pain, his voice shaking the bridge like that of a rancor as he felt a piece of his own force energy get sapped away by ring.

"DAMN YOU!" the beast cried out as he put his eyes on Isley. He wanted to charge forward and strike him down, but he knew that his speed would be so decreased by the sudden sap of physical energy that the ring had taken and he needed time to recover. "You will pay for this, Mandolorian dog!" the dark lord hissed, commanding the force around him to pool across the ground. Slowly, the floor began to turn red hot and feelings of cold, icy death began to rise over all who were on the ship. Force Wraiths were sensed as nothing more than pits of dark emotions that were outmatched only by chaos itself and even a Sith would be impressed by the display of raw emotion. It wasn't uncommon for those who had fought such manifestations to forever be haunted by the encounter and some even had nightmares for months or years.

The pools of dark energy suddenly burst up into pillars of flames and from them emerged demonic creatures who reeked of hell itself and appeared to be floating on clouds of ash and fire. They levitated a foot above the ground and then stretched another six. Their arms were long and each finger ended in a razor sharp claw that could cut through even steel and their fangs were sharper than any natural predator. There were three in total and each eyed Isley as if he were a piece of meat to be devoured.

"Weakness, you will die" the three beasts hissed in unison, their voices those of snakes. Acting as one, the three demons spread out in a triangle shape around Isley and then simultaneously began to throw volley's of fireballs at the man. Vulcanus didn't act yet, he simply stood by and called on the darkside to give him more strength to make up for what he had lost summoning the wraiths and from the ring of Isley's creation.

Force Wraiths: http://topwalls.net/wallpapers/2012/03/fantasy-fire-demon-544x960.jpg

 

[Nyxie]

Blasterfire and ion bolts coursed by as the red and black craft, the original factory Languor, whizzed by and prepared for a breach. The nose of the craft began to diverge vertically, the cockpit and the belly fin section separating from each other to reveal a large twin-ion cannon. The large gun let loose, unleashing a load of ionic fire against the corvette. Turbolasers joined in, and once the shields of the ship were weak, one last ion blast would ensure that they shattered. The fighter continued to close in head-on at a high rate of speed until its thrust vectors closed off and its repulsor engine fought against the kinetic energy of the fighter. It skidded to a stop within the hangar bay, the tip of it's nose just barely folding in against the inner wall. The lens-lined metal cockpit steamed open, splitting in two like an egg and finally revealing its occupant. Ashe sprung forth from it with an inhuman dexterity, lifting Storm up to greet the onslaught of incoming blaster rifle fire. The vampiric fox was never great with a lightsaber, but she was a cunning and vicious melee fighter who would easily work her blade into a soldier's gut. Man by man, droid by droid, her silvered blade continued to push bolts back into their firers and cut through the weaker points of limbs of many a figure. She had finally all but wiped the hangar clean.
A single body dropped from her grasp, previously held up in one hand. The armor of its neck had been cracked like a craw with blood still dripping down it's armor from the massive holes made by her triply-long vampiric fox fangs. It's life energy was delicious, but more importantly, the ones who were dead... id not stay dead. Slowly, man by man rose. There must've been almost thirty in total.
Ashe's feral golden-glowing eyes laid upon another figure, [member="Piraiba"], her head simply tilting as the drained body fell from her grasp with a thud to the laminated ground below. A tongue slowly and graciously grazed her huge fangs.

 

[Olivia Dem'adas]

What Dagon observed was bordering on chaos.
True, utter chaos.
The abominable metallic ships of the Horde fired in all directions.
Leadership suffered some form of biological dysfunction...
Droid abominations attempted to assume control...

Dagon was furious.

The god of metal abominations strolled aboard a Horde ship and butchered young vong soldiers.
Young Vong that Dagon viewed as his children...

There would be no forgiveness on this day.
The voice of reason had left the Horde with the irradiated chunks of skull and brain that flew from [member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]'s head.
The only voice left to the Vong was that of their god of war.

Yun-Yammka spoke through Dagon.
Yammosk war biots were the physical embodiment of the Horde's god of war...
"I am the voice of your god." Dagon's voice echoed through the skulls of the Horde's forces.
"I demand blood. I demand carnage. I demand war."

"The Horde already bows before me." Dagon's voice echoed through the chamber at [member="Soliael Devin Talith"]. Transfered through one of the numerous Villip organisms within the Star Locust, Dagon's voice echoed from electronic speakers within the Hanger.


[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Dagon felt the trembling vibrations in the force like the build up of an earthquake long before any asteroid began moving.
He had felt Force Users fighting before, but he had never before felt such a strong sensation from one.
Dagon stretched his senses among the Vong sensory organisms and among the organics that crewed sensor stations among the fleet...
Dagon knew that something troubling would soon be coming his way.

Long before the sensory organs and machines of the fleet had detected the attack, Dagon had felt the gravity fluctuations in local space.
Slowly at first, then faster and faster, large bodies of earth and metal shifted in space and created minute fluctuation in gravity.
Already on guard, Dagon sent neural messages through his numerous tentacles to the organic components of the Star Locust.
Likewise, Dagon utilized the Villip organisms to send telepathic and electronic signals to the organic crew of the metallic abominations that comprised the bulk of the Horde fleet.

The instructions were simple. Focus on the disturbances he was detecting.


Now able to see the approaching danger through the eyes of dozens of organics, Dagon knew what he was facing.
Asteroids hurled towards the Horde fleet at ever increasing speeds.
Quickly utilizing his own impressive mental abilities, suplemented by numerous Targeting Brains and Qahsa Biocomputers, Dagon plotted out the rough trajectories of the approaching asteroids.


In the darkness of space, the Coral, conical shape of a Vong bio-warship rose above the shadow of the Horde Star Destroyer and began moving above the machine.
Dagon was already organizing the thousands of weapon officers among the Horde fleet to maximize their effective firing angles long before the Star Locust rose above the larger ship.
Numerous Dovin Basal, organisms pulsed with activity as they switched from propelling the ship forward to forming a forward defensive shield for the Vong ship and the much larger Star Destroyer.

Dagon knew better than to attempt to fight force with force.
Dagon knew better ways to deal with threats...
Instead of simply forcing massive gravity fields into the path of the asteroids in an attempt to destroy the improvised missiles...
Concentrations of gravity pooled and consolidated just outside the projected path the asteroids would travel.
Gravity fields grew and strengthened and consolidated with just enough time to reach full strength before the asteroids reached them.

Precise application of force.
A not-so-gentile nudge in another direction.
That was all that Dagon needed the Star Locust to do at this point.

Asteroids curved around the points of artificial gravity in space and arched away from the Star Destroyer.
Bit of debris rained down upon the shields of the fleet as point defense struggled to contend with the chunks of rock that refused to comply with the will of the gods.
The asteroids passed close to the fleet.
Dangerously and terrifyingly close.


But they missed.


For it was the will of the gods.



"Scramble all fighters." Dagon ordered to the entirety of the Horde fleet. Organic and mechanical alike heard his voice. "Destroy them."

 

[Piraiba]

[member="Ashe the Reaper"]

The nearby blast door opened up to expose a massive ten foot tall Togorian and a squad of Morossian soldiers who all seemed a bit surprised to see the fox woman standing over their dead comrades with blood dripping from her fangs. Piraiba could sense the uncertainty in the men around him. Whoever this woman was she must have been pretty good with that bloodied katana that she held. Nearly thirty men were dead by her hand. Only oddly enough those with fatal wounds were starting to push themselves back to their feet.

Piraiba had seen this once before when he was part of the Sith Empire. These compatriots were no longer on their side.

"Burn down the Crusaders. They are already dead to Horde sorcery. Piraiba will take the she-dog," stated the 800 pound feline in his deep almost demonic voice. A steel helmet and box of equipment fell to the floor from his arms with a loud myriad of clinking noises. Piraiba only had armor on his torso where he was clad in his Mandalorian chest plate from his days in the Death Watch. The only other clothing the cat had were black cargo pants tailored to the angles of his feline legs. It appeared that she had interrupted him when she barged into the Hangar while he was putting on his additional gear.

The soldiers raised their rifles and started to fire upon the zombies as the Togorian lunged forward. A dead crusader that stumbled into his way was picked up and flung at Ashe like a rag-doll with exceedingly excessive force.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Faction: Moross
Location: Aboard the Crimson Strife with [member="Vascious Relens"] [member="Crystal"] [member="Kassandra Distorith"] et al
Attacking: [member="Darth Vulcanus"]
Aiding: Isley Verd

A figure in brown, tattered robes sat cross legged within a meditation chamber aboard the Crimson Strife. He wore a mask that hid his burnt and scarred features from view. How horrible would the galaxy look upon him if they saw his true visage? The thought left a bitter taste upon his mouth, yet Liad had deigned to malign his body so for some purpose. A destiny which he was still trying to fully understand. In his hands he toyed with a cylinder of black. A bronze dragon coiled around the cylinder, its gaping jaws forming the emitter. He held in his hands an ancient weapon.

The Soulsaber.

Obtained after the death of Hion the Herglic, Anaudius used the weapon as it truly was intended. A focusing point. A harness for energies of the Force. The terrible blade gave him the ability of Battlemind just by holding it. Yet it also did something far intriguing. The Soulsaber was a nexus of the Dark Side. A power which Anaudius could use to amplify his powers.

As he did now.

The Leper of Liad felt the conflict between powerful users of the Force raging amidst the battle for the Silken Asteroids. The Confederacy had come to aid Moross. He would not let such allies of the Faith be torn to pieces by his foes. The webs of the Force trembled from the combat between Darth Vulcanus and Isley Verd. The entire Silken Asteroids practically vibrated with the energy of their collision. Anaudius would add his own strands to this web of power.

He stretched out in the Force and utilized the powers gifted to him by Liad. To the Force, distance meant nothing for such an ability. His training under Cameron Centurion, the follower of the Deceiver, had proven most useful. Anaudius summoned his sorcery and wove the tapestry of Force Affliction. This was the more powerful version of Force Slow. Where the latter would only slow the target's thoughts and actions, the former would act like a fast acting poison, quickly debilitating an opponent. The effects could not be countered with such abilities as detoxify poison, or other such Jedi tricks. For this was not truly a material poison. This was a venom of the Force. A scourge.

Anaudius placed this Force Affliction on Darth Vulcanus. Even if this Dark Lord was immune to physical poisons, Force Affliction would still function. If it worked as intended, Vulcanus would feel as though he had been stricken with a sudden, debilitating malady that would leave his thoughts sluggish and his body in a dying state. If it persisted, he truly would die in time.

 

[Davin Jusik]

In the fray, space battle.
Faction: Sithy Sith Sith
What am I doing: Bout to bomb yo house
Jusik and Squadron Six had launched themselves out into the battle the moment the Emperor willed it. The shear insanity of the battle had taken the young Sith and his fellow twelve by surprise. As thy darted in and out, tagging bogies and holding back a group of Moross fighters, reports of the surrounding battle had come pouring in. The Vong had apparently planned to annihilate themselves for some reason before the battle had even truly gotten underway. Now someone had thrown an occupied asteroid with the force?!?! Absolute insanity.

All of this was coupled with the immense energy Jusik felt his master putting out. Now he knew why a few of his comrades had stayed behind for this one. It seemed no one could make heads or tails of the whole affair.

So Jusik did something illogical. Something almost certainly suicidal given the power levels being put out by both his Master and the Opponent.

He turned around and headed back towards the Star Destroyer.

 

[Garza]

Even as there was another person to be there and fight for the horde, I shook my head. As the larger ships of the horde were there to blow the place half to smithereens, well really it was all going to be destroied. I heard [member="HK-36"] over my com saying that if we needed to be picked up, i shook my head. I so wanted to take back the facility and to still fight for the Val'Kar who had been ripped away from their homes. I was pissed. Speaking to the Iron Knight, as I walked forwards, "Extraction needed, 2 clicks away from facility. No need to land, just hover."

Just then I heard Kalee over the Com system. ([member="Vascious Relens"]) Saying that I would need to get out of there. If I could last long enough then I would have jumped with the force and let the low Gravity take me off and away, but I would need extraction. "Already working on it My Lord." I patched back to him. I leveled my Beskad at the two men ([member="Ordo"], and [member="Aedan Miles"])

"You can either stay here and die in the Explosion, or you can leave and fight me another day, choose Gentlemen."

 

[Crystal]

FOR THE CRUSADE
ABOARD THE CRIMSON STRIFE
Headed towards the Xo'Xan Star Destroyer of Darth Vulcanus & his allies

[member="Kassandra Distorith"] [member="Vascious Relens"] [member="Siara Vorru"] [member="Anaudius"]

It had been centuries since the Sith Princess had been involved in an altercation such as this one. Of course in the old days, it was easy to end the fight before it even began. Sorcery could be lovely. But, they were invading, and not defending this time. Her very being and all of her senses were tingling with the various activities, conflicts and deaths. Lots of deaths. It had been a while since she'd felt the dark side of the Force so satiatied at one point in time. It was going to be a glorious day, no matter the outcome. That's not to say that she felt they weren't going to be successful, as there was already chaos. And chaos was one of her greatest allies of all.

The Sith Master blinked upon hearing the voices of her allies on board the Crimson Strife. She was already strapped in, having long anticipated the ship being fired upon and Crystal always expected a bumpy ride. She grinned at Kassandra as she purred. Then looked to her allies. The Aesir was busy keeping things running smoothly.

With the anticipation growing, she sat waiting, and drinking in the dark energy and already she could practically taste the blood. Patience, she told herself.

 

[Erebus Vivant]

Horde side
ROOM WITH THE DARK LORD

Erebus Vivant was looking towards the Dark lord, who instructed him into the weaponry, he would be using an electric pike which he seemed to be adjusting in matter of seconds as these were the weapons, he would swipe it around for a moment till he thought that it would be a fine weapon for him to use. He turned around without saying anything and started to take his leave. He went over towards the armory and noticed there the many armors hanging, all up for grabs. He looked over towards the Vonduun crab armor. He grabbed one and looked at it. He started to put it on all except the head gear.

He made his way back towards the Dark lord and could hear some words getting into his ears, it was a mandolorian. A man dared to call himself, what the Taung truly was. He looked at [member="Isley Verd"] , "Ni Mando'ade" which had meant, "I am the child of the mandalore, "Gar shi laandur" You are weak. " It most likely might be awfully strange for him seeing an actual Taung, one of the original mandolorians.

It was now Erebus turn to start his battle and by a sweep, the electric pike was starting to go on electricity appearing around it while looking over towards the dark jedi called [member="Anaudius"] "You are fighting me.." If he kept on focusing on the dark lord and he would be covered Erebus would directly coming with sweeping movement to the guy his right side of his body.

 

[Ereza]

Aboard The Freya
Meditation Chamber

Battle Meditation was not an exacting business, no, it was - so far as the Aesir was concerned - a form of art that one must hone, perfect, and develop one's style. The young woman had put her time in, and while this was an ever-evolving artform, she had become quite comfortable with it.

Eyes closed to the confines of the chamber walls surrounding her, Inari saw with her mind's eye instead. Aided by the Force Amulet set within the red ring given to her by the Lady Silencia, it empowered her abilities to reach beyond her rightful limits and connect with those who would otherwise be lost to her at such a distance. At least, so long as she could concentrate. Before her a mental image of the battle played out in a show of glowing lights. The Horde numbers gleamed a jaundice yellow while their allied forces shown a sickly green; those of the Crusade burned bright as pale blue, their allies as fiery reds. The Aesir extended her presence and touched upon the minds of her people.

[[member="Crystal"] [member="Piraiba"] [member="Stone Hermes"] [member="Kassandra Distorith"] [member="Akon Devoda"] [member="Zoey Marix"] [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Anaudius"] [member="Vascious Relens"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Isley Verd"]e [member="Darth Kentarch"] and anyone else aiding the Crusade]

A boost of mental clarity and awareness greeted them, as well as a jolt of energized fervor, confidence, assertiveness. To some, like Kerrigan, it might help aid her recovery. To others, such as Piraiba and Anaudius who prepared for battle it could offer temporary relief from the chaos of battle and the effect the Vong Yammosk had upon them, so long as the Aesir maintained her vigilance. Soon enough she would be required to rest, but she couldn't afford to until the GAM was fully powered and engaged. She would hold out - she had to.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="HK-36"]

Tired and feeling drained by her exertions Siobhan had let HK guide her to one of the seats in the shuttle as the last of the asteroids was flung through space like boulders by catapults. Breathing heavily she was more focused on recovering and regaining her bearings than on the effect the volley had, if any, though the Vong's defensive measures seemed better than had been hoped, though on the flip side all the firepower they had poured into stopping the shower of asteroids from crushing their war ships should presumably have distracted them from the Moross fleet.

She felt the painful throbbing of a headache, a strong ache, the Force refused her call when she stretched out and sought to grasp it. The power she had felt when she stretched outward to seize the asteroids, grab them as if they were toys and throw them as boulders had been almost intoxicating, overwhelmning in nature, but now the rush was worn off and she was left with the feeling of how far she had pushed herself. But then holding back was something that did not exist in her vocabulary. Her beskar'gam suddenly felt a good deal heavier than before, the heavy armour weighing her down.

It was then that she suddenly felt a strange sensation coursing through her. Step by step she felt reinvigorated and reenergised as a boost of mental clarity and awareness greeted her and touched her mind, her senses expanding as she felt the power return to her. A jolt of energised fervour, confidence, assertiveness, strength shot through her body like lightning. As she reached out the Force answered her command, slower than before, it took more energy and her head still felt like she was experiencing a bad hangover after a night of binge drinking, but she slower felt herself becoming restored, speeding up the recovery process. She had experienced a similar sensation on Atrisia, when the force meld of some of the most powerful masters in the Galaxy had created a concentration of power to toss a flotilla of Lucrehulks raining down upon the planet into mountains.

This here was not quite the same, but it sufficed. The sigil of hope pulsed, the reserve of power she needed to keep going. In space the battle continued with unrelenting fervour, beautiful explosions and streaks of laser fire lighting up space. Her Force senses prickled and slowly, awkwardly, still unsteady on her legs, she arose from her seat, gazing out of the viewing port. In the distance a Vong fighter came rushing towards them and with her mind as she stretched out her flesh hand, power rippled through it before suddenly the fighter craft was struck by what amounted to a powerful battering ram of telekinetic might. In space there is no sound, though it is often depicted as such, so following this tradition presumably a loud bang would be heard as she the telekinetic ram strong enough to punch through durasteel slammed into the fighter and under the force of the impact it was blown to scrape, debris flying across space, some of it, crashing against another fighter.

Siobhan let out a breath, looking over to HK. "Alright, think I'm ok." She could use a drink right about now, where the hell was her flask again?