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

[Soliath Devin Talith]

@HK-36 @Zoey Marix
Soliaels eyes popped open in full. Orange orbs burning brightly in a see of black. He opened his mouth and let out a scream as a shock of electricity ran not through him, but across him. His skin seemed to crackle and burn with blue lightning, sections of his muscle that were visible seemed to twitch and glow, a slight metallic sheen forming within them.

His teeth gnashed together, biting down hard as metallic wire formed itself around his wounds. Layer after layer grew across wounds, skin falling away in favor of warm organic steel.

Soliael let out a grown as the metal grew over him, piecing him together and stopping the constant flow of blood coming from the cracks in his skin. Through gritted teeth the god of Knowledge let out a loud gasp, pain ravaging his body as the Technovirus threatened to consume his entire being. Before the last second however, before he was entirely consumed and lobotomized by the unique force born ailment Soliael squashed it. He killed off the virus in one though, eradicating it in his body and ceasing his own transformation.

Deep ragged breaths left his half cybernetic lungs, his hand reaching up to grasp the arms of the droid that held the paddles in place, both arms wrapping around cold steel. Through gaps in his armor cold metal was visible, patches of Soliael having been replaced with the technovirus, both inside and hot. With light returned Orange eyes Soliael gazed at the droid, then at Zoey.

He felt tired, near death, but he was still alive.

“That will not be necessary.” Soliael said in almost too cool a tone, his voice like a knife edge.

His words were not a threat, but instead simple truth, he no longer needed revival

Slowly the God removed the droids arms from his chest, sitting upright slowly while letting out deep ragged breaths. “Take me to our flagship...please.”

The last word trailed behind, clearly the god was eager. It was doubtful that he could fight well, but he could be there for his people.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="HK-36"]

Aboard the Siege Tower

The light - it was far too bright for her. Why did medbays always have to be the same? Sterile white walls, bright light, at least sometimes the nurses were down for...ah, right, kiddies might be reading this. Consciousness returned to her in stages, step by step, enough time for her to conclude that she had seen enough of medbays. Apparently the ship was shaking as well.

"Colonel, take it easy and rest. You have expended a lot of energy and should," a male voice, his shape gradually assuming actual physical form before her as her eyes adjusted to the light and she saw he was dressed as a doctor, spoke up before she waved whatever he wanted to say aside impatiently.

"What's the situation?" she demanded. Might not be her ship, she might have no authority in the Protectorate anymore, but whatever. She had been the commander who conquered most of Omega's territory, had been the Exarch and second in command for the duration of Tegaea's reign. This did not stop the painful throbbing in her head, much to her annoyance as she rubbed her forehead.

"We took two prisoners, and are now preparing to engage the Horde fleet. That Sith Star Destroyer just tried to ram everyone. At least they are not creating any more suns. The Iron Knight has..."

"I'll go see him myself," Siobhan declared as she got to her feet, still wobbly on her legs but managing.

"Ma'am, this is very ill-advised. You cannot go on expending energy like a, forgive me, lunatic. You are in no position to go chuck asteroids again. At the rate you are pushing yourself..."

"Who said anything about asteroids? That's old news. There's ships there," Siobhan said sarcastically. "Now where's my armour?" She could also use a whiskey! Really, her brain worked better when she was not entirely sober!

 

[HK-36]

Aboard the Knight of Eclipse,
[member="Soliael Devin Talith"], [member="Zoey Marix"]

It seemed it was the Freya that received the stealth ship and where Sol was brought back to consciousness in rather painful way. The two would most likely recognize the hangar as the boarding ramp to the smaller ship opened. HK-Copy stood up, motioning from them towards the ramp leading down to the hangar where a welcoming committee of Crusaders was already on it.
"You are already here, excuse us now, as much as we would like to ferry you around-"
The droid looked over to the pilot still in the cockpit, checking the status of the ship and their next course through the battlefield towards Siege Tower's position,
"We still have a battle to win."
HK-Copy looked back to them, it was his own way of saying to get off because they weren't the only ones who needed support from the ship.

And Aboard the Siege Tower
[member="Amorella Mae"]

Freya would receive soon enough a transmission from the frigate,
"Roger that, I hope you will be correct, those reactors can be unpredictable."
Although to be fair, when you spend as much time alongside Kerrigan as the droid did, you expect every reactor explosion to be over-powered, ripping apart whole fleets and ships.
Either way, the Siege Tower indeed joined the orchestra of heavy fire the ships sent towards the Star Destroyer, its turbolaser batteries lending to the cause. The Star Destroyer wanted to get the frigate out of the action as soon as it arrived, it was only fair the Siege Tower would help others break it in two in turn.

Inside the frigate's hangars HK was shouting orders at soldiers, making sure all the dropships have been fully prepared and the starfighters repaired and ready for more action. Hopefully his troops will finally get some action now!
Soon enough the droid would receive a notification from his Yeoman,
"Sir, Crusade reinforcements incoming, they are conducting a flanking maneuver against enemy position, the Star Destroyer has been sunk."
The droid nodded, looking over his troops transports,
"Good, patch me through to them once more."
"Yessir, oh and Colonel Kerrigan has awoken, we have been told she was asking about it."
HK cursed quietly as he moved towards the turbolift in quick march,
"Roger, I am on it. The Tower is going on anti-starfighter duty until further notice, support the Crusaders."
"Yessir."
The doors to the turbolift closed with the droid inside, letting him ride towards the med-bay level.

In mean time he sent that transmission back to the Freya,
"My troops are ready and I want to deploy them at least once today, we need those flak ships the Vong brought gone, however, or at least their guns disabled, it would be too risky otherwise. Getting their flagship's engines shut clipped would be useful as well, last thing we would want is for them to turn tail with our infantry on board. Either way, me and my forces are ready to join in your next boarding action, over."
HK would conclude the transmission, he didn't really wanted to guarantee whether Kerrigan would be coming as well, he wouldn't want her to risk her life in partial strength. But at the same time, he knew how stubborn she was.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Either way, the door to the med-bay would open as HK came through it, covered in his armor, his grey cloak trailing behind him, almost getting caught in the doorway, that would have been just so.. hilarious.
"Sir-"
The medic near Kerrigan spoke up, HK interrupted him with a raise of his hand before his other hand pointed at Kerrigan.
"Back to bed!"

 

[Crystal]

Had it not been for the battle meditation of Aesir Inari, Crystal would have likely ceased shielding the Crimson Strife after the impacts. But the Sith Mistress was hardly drained at all. She felt like a God in fact. And she was ready to unleash her powers upon arrival. But for now, she shielded the ship. It was all that she could do that would make a real difference at the present moment.

Patience....

 

[Kung Seilois]

Seilois finally made it back to the bridge of the Tango, after what had felt like a lifetime. His armor was shredded and cut as the meddroids had to cut large sections of it off to get to his wounds as well as dig into them and pull out the armorweave strands so there would not be an infection. It looked like he had rolled through a grinder and been spat out the other side as his black armor had large open tears where white bandages were eerily seen from the stark contrast. He limped his way to one of the command consoles, "Did you do what I requested?" Seilois asked, his voice slower from the painkillers rushing through his veins.

"Yes, I got the vid you asked for... He... you may want to tell Command what happened..." The human tapped on a few keys, and brought the screen up for Seilois. He watched as the external vids captured the monster spinning in space, and Seilois could not help but suck in his breath as he waited for the beast to die... before someone, he could not see who, came to help the man followed by a ship which extracted both of them, "Feth!" Seilois siad smashing his fist into the wall. Normally, being exposed so long to space would make him believe the guy was dead... but that wasn't man, that... was a monster, and Seilois was fairly sure it was still alive, and he highly doubted it would look kindly on his shooting him into space.

"Dread Lord Command," Seilois commed, after taking a few seconds to compose himself, "This is Kung Seilois, aboard the Flak Frigate Tango, we were boarded by... something. It devoured that star from earlier... I managed to fire it out the air lock, but..." He said pausing, "The situation on the Tango is back under control, awaiting orders."

Whatever happened next, Seilois hoped it wasn't too dangerous as he was in no shape to face someone else, especially another monster.

[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

On the Siege Tower
[member="HK-36"]

"Sorry, Iron, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but you're not my type," Siobhan could not resist quipping because even now she was the sort to make lame jokes. Still evidently a bit unsteady on her legs and appearing weakened, but still with enough energy within her, for now at least, she moved to put on her beskar'gam, of which she had obviously been liberated upon being placed in the medbay. So depending on how early HK got in he would have gotten a good view of her clad in nothing more than shorts and a sports bra.

"Heard Moross reinforcements have arrived and that Star Destroyer got thrashed. Takes their Sith allies out of the game. Got to hit the Horde hard while we have the initiative, could deliver a blow they might not recover from. What's the tactical plan? I imagine Siege Tower will be on anti-starfighter and support duty. If the Horde flagship is drawn out into the battle and their flak ships are occupied by Moross cover fire we could board and kill our way through. Ideally disable it before. I can make a door," she continued, tone businesslike as ever. She still had sufficient energy to make a door! The armour felt rather heavy on her now but she could handle it.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Aboard the Siege Tower

Oh, he got there soon enough, and the silent picture he took would be used later to fuel some new fan-fics on Kaeshana, he was going to make a fortune on those!
Either way, he would quip back,
"I thought the thing on my face looked like one of those things you like, what do you call them? Va-jane-as."
He slightly tilted his head, he was of course referring to the vocabulator slit on his face-plat, which the Protectorate decided to color red out of all things.

HK would watch Siobhan put on her armor, waiting for her to get ready so they can start deployment,
"Indeed, Sith has been taken out of the battle, I suggested to detonate the reactor on their ship and the Crusaders liked my idea, I am still waiting for their response on my strategy, I have told them to focus fire on flak ships and send out their boarding parties in one big push to finish the Vong flagship once and for all. I have also asked them to use the reinforcements they have brought in at the back of enemy position to damage the flag-ship's propulsion mechanisms, so that they cannot jump into the hyperspace and escape."
When Siobhan was ready he motioned to the doorway,
"The Iron Company is ready, come on, once we will get signal from the Crusaders we are going into full combat."

 

[Garza]

As we were already on our own ship. I walked over to the Aesir. Offering him someone to lean against should he need help to walk. With his new form of a half being and half mechanical, it may take a while to get used to. maybe. Regardless. I offered my help like anyone else would. And proceed to walk off the ship.

I hoped that there may have been some form of medical assistance for me. I could hear the slop slop of the blood that was pooled at the bottom of my suit. It hurt for me to walk, and I felt sick to my stomach. Moving too fast made me feel like I had way to much to drink. But about a hundredfold times worse. My head was pounding in constant rhythm of drums. I had to hold my head in my hands as I walked. In fear that my head would just fall off, or downright explode.

[member="HK-36"], [member="Soliael Devin Talith"], [member="Amorella Mae"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Stone Hermes"] |

Indeed, this was a duel between two monsters. Both empowered by the Force, but in different ways. Stone, a creation of Alchemy and science manipulated by the Force. Ayra, a Sith Lord who's rage manifested the dark side. Training kicked in and she rolled onto her shoulders and back. She was roaring now, out of pain, out of the Dark Rage that had taken over her. She went to fire her pistols again, but they were not there. Instead, she found her hand hanging from a thread from where the Resu had attacked her pistol. The other, she briefly remembered, had been discarded when she had put several holes in her opponent and taken his arm in the process.

If she wasn't about to be dead, she would admire his tenacity.

Blood filled her mouth. The poison was taking her toll. It was time to retreat. If [member="Stone Hermes"] had been a Jedi, then she would of taken him out with her. They would both die, such was her own tenacity when it came to the kill of her enemy. But fortunately for him, the fact that he was a Resu had saved himself; and it wasn't because of his attributes, nor brute strength. With a last will of power, she focused the Force around herself and expressed all of the energy in a wave to send the Resu back. With any luck, he would be atomized, but that was unlikely.

As [member="Stone Hermes"] dealt with it, Ayra turned and ran. She boarded a transport and retreated with the injured officers and Sith that had survived the conflict; and to figure a way on how to deal with the poison that ran through her veins. If they ever encountered each other again, then one would feel sorry for the Resu. Darth Ayra never forgot anyone that hurt her.

Ever.

FIN

[OOC: Thanks for the duel.]

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael moved along Zoey, though he did not need her as a support. His new mechanical skin was strange, but as far as he could tell nothing much was changed...simply different. He wandered into the hangar of the Freya, making sure that Zoey did not collapse.

“Come, my sister will heal you.” Neth the keeper spoke of Inari of course, the greatest healer of them all. He smiled slightly, how surprised she would be. Slowly they wandered through the halls of the Freya the smallish ship being easy to transverse. A few times he caught Zoey as she stumbled, clearly she was losing quite a bit of blood and cognition. He was tempted to do to her what he had done to himself, what he had done to the Resu, but he could not make that decision for her.

Eventually they reached Amorella, the door's parting and Zoey and Soliael stumbling in with one hand around one another.

“Inari.” Soliael said quite plainly as he stepped into the room. “I need you to heal someone.”

There was no time for pomp or ceremony.
[member="Amorella Mae"] [member="Zoey Marix"]

 

[Mercury Zealot]

[member="Darth Ayra"]

The woman rolled away, and the monster continued to heave itself at her. It was in an animal rage, without thought, without remorse, without consequence. It would kill her, every Resu would kill her. Eat her, than spit out her worthless carcass. He would shred her, eat her, impale her, crush her, squish her, and burn her. The splotch of red that was the woman infuriated the beast like a red cape and a matador, and as she tried to run he would run that much faster.

The a blast of unanticipated energy rippled through the air invisible to the monster, and slammed into him like a freight train... only faster. The half ton abomination was sand blasted off his feet, which tore away sheet metal in its gripping claws. Pits started to form all over his body at the sheer repulsive force. But it was a short blast, and as soon as it had ended and he was sat down in a wild pained furry, the dust that formed around his body settled and shook off his writhing angry body. In a serpentine motion, he swiped his tail around as he searched the area his opponent had been, and saw as the cowards fled to a ship, and the despicable prey had left him.

A few vong remained, and left with no opponent to crush, he opted that they would be a good punching bag to vent his frustrations... they were notoriously easy kills, to crush down violently and repeatedly, and their organs rupture faster than you could say "Ow my spleen". They wore crab shells, and he was a fish, so naturally, he cracked them open like eggs.

He roared into the sky at his misfortune, though it was not as massive as the other fits of rage, partly because of his disappointment and partly because his glands hurt pretty bad. His arm was up when a vong tried to approach him, to which the Resu promptly reacted by smashing his immense hand vertically through the thing. It crumpled to the ground, as he stepped on its back and crushed down with enough force and weight to snap the spinal cord in half, paralyzing his victim. Another Vong went to assist his soon to be fallen comrade, and still roaring, Stone Hermes back handed him with a trucks force across the Hangar to add to the pile of beat corpses. Any stragglers to the land of the dead were quickly dispatched and converted into machines by his remaining Resu.

With that dealt with, he violently with ease ripped the arm off the Vong beneath him, and bit into it. The virus started to take effect. Another Vong came at him, and he beat him to death in three blows with his comrades arm. He plodded through the hangar carrying his fallen foe under his foot while it squirmed and screamed still alive. He momentarily stifled his screaming as he smashed his body into the ground with each step he took. Soon afterwards, the Vong arm was technofied enough for what he wanted it for.

He took the bone that was still sticking out that gradual took on the silverish hue of his brethren and smashed it into where his old arm was. Very quickly after that his healing abilities fused the two flesh types together, and his body used the smaller arm as a support beam to build the real arm over and around it. Smashing the underfoot body one final time with purposeful force his claws reached the sheet metal floor, creating quickly the spurting bloody mess that drenched his legs as he roared again in the air arms stretched out. He was a scene of gore and monstrosity. With no one adept enough to face the might of the Resu, the Vong were easy killings, hardly worth his observance.

Though the toll of the battle was catching up, as he had expended much of his hydrogen trying to make up for a lost tube, and he had lost a considerable amount of water. He looked down to the fallen friend he had before him. He had died bravely, but unfortunately his brain was dashed out by blaster fire from Stone's lady friend. A trickle of water, blood, and some other artificial substance leaked slowly out of the wound... but of course the Resu was incapable of seeing such a sight. To him, it merely looked like a non-wounded friend who seemed to have died for no reason. In his anger, he plucked his tubes and make-shifted a replacement for his own, and leached away his hydrogen. He was effectively prepared for battle again.

Who would be next to suffer the wrath of the First Convert Resu?

A transportation shuttle was being prepared to leave if none came to him.

 

[Ereza]

Aboard the Freya
Bridge
[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]
[member="Zoey Marix"]


"Knight of Eclipse has docked, Bright One. Aesir Neth and Bishop Marix have disembarked. They're en route to the bridge."

Inari released a shallow breath, relief flooding her at the mention of Sol and Zoey's return. They were on the Freya and they were safe, whether or not they were in one piece remained to be seen. The Reviver rose from her seat and gave command of the bridge to the Captain before moving towards the bridge fairway, her White Cloaks in tow.

"My troops are ready and I want to deploy them at least once today, we need those flak ships the Vong brought gone, however, or at least their guns disabled, it would be too risky otherwise. Getting their flagship's engines shut clipped would be useful as well, last thing we would want is for them to turn tail with our infantry on board. Either way, me and my forces are ready to join in your next boarding action, over."

"Roger that, Siege Tower. We'll clear a path for you. Crimson Strife is already en route to the Horde flagship, I'm sure they would be happy for the help," Captain Mortain answered [member="HK-36"]

The Captain turned and began issuing orders: turning The Countess on the Horde flagship's rear end, targeting their engines while Sacrament and Vifor swung around and went after the Flak Frigates. Heretic Slapper did what it does best, and made an absolute nuisance of itself, blitzing through the chaos and taking pot-shots.



Inari had just barely reached the doorway when it split open to the gruesome sight of Neth and Zoey. Blood everywhere, armor battered, skin a curious metallic sheen. She stood, wordless, as The Keeper summoned her skills, and answered with a single nod. Inari motioned to the Bishop and stood back as two of her White Cloaks stepped forward to help Zoey from Neth's side. With a sidelong glance to her brother, The Reviver quelled her want to go to him and instead turned her attention to the Bishop who clearly needed her more.

"We will skip formalities of medical bays, Miss Marix," Inari said, "The Freya is already quite full of injured survivors from Chivalrous," looking her over and noting the woman's fatigue and nausea, she directed the White Cloaks to move Zoey off to the side of the bridge, out of the way of the crew, and followed to kneel beside her. The Bishop was in rough shape, Inari noted with a bare frown and set to work issuing waves of healing Force energies over the areas that seemed the worst for wear.

[member="Zoey Marix"]

 

[Garza]

Little stars floated in my vision as Neth led me to his sister, Inari. I barely nodded my head. While the God was fixed up most of the way, I was not. Stumbling so much that I was fairly sure that he might have had to carry me, I guess this is what I get for trying to take on a god when he is having a tantrum.

My vision flashed many times back to when I had first ramed my body into the Aesirs. I guess the challenge part of me always took over. Fighting hordes of Sithspawn and pirates as an apprentice, and a god who ate a star as a Knight. If I kept doing this then I might end up killing myself. I grid to promise to myself, and to my daughter that I would live to come back and keep her safe. That was the only thing keeping me awake at the moment. Wanting to return to Manpha where I could releave the babysitter of her duties and hug the little girl until my arms fell off.

White coats led me off to the side where they cold work on me. Since the infirmaries were already backed up. I only nodded, preserving my strength to let me stand until they had forced me down. I had been stripped to the bare clothes that I wore underneath. To acesse he damage that I had brought on myself. I looked up tone ceiling as I could slowly feel an itching all over my body. With the new skin that would be heals and cleansed of any and all blemishes. I wanted to speak saying that I would be fine, and that I did not need to be healed. But I stopped allowing them to continue to mend my flesh. I had not passed out yet. And with the energy that I took, expended, and felt, all I wanted to do, was sleep until the galaxy was no more.

[member="Amorella Mae"] [member="Soliael Devin Talith"]

 

[Kassandra Distorith]

FOR THE CRUSADE AND FOR PONY
ABOARD THE CRIMSON STRIFE
Vascious Relens ~ Crystal ~ Siara Vorru ~ Anaudius ~ etc.


***HANG ON TO YOUR BUTTS***

"I don't know who flung those asteroids, but remind me to send them a thank you gift..."

The Sith Mistress hissed to no one in particular as she continued to take the Strife through the complicated dance steps and durasteel jazz hands of space combat. Her baby was going to need a miracle to survive this engagement, but that's what she specialized in after all these centuries. Five hundred years of cryostasis for an energy vampire should have been akin to a death sentence. She shouldn't have survived, and frankly she didn't know how she'd managed. Waking up hungry, she'd decimated the Dantooinian population that had settled in the area around the ruins of her fortress.

But she'd still been vulnerable. Gluttony hadn't been the cure for five hundred years of starvation, as evidenced by the brigands that had cornered her and killed off most of her beloved vornskrs. Much like a mythical knight in shining armor - though he still protested with a grin that his armor wasn't shining - Vascious had come to her rescue. Of all people she could have woken to find still alive, it was Vascious.

She spared the Aesir - the Aesir Kalee - a glance over her shoulder and a delicate mental touch.

Kassandra was woolgathering, and that simply would not do. She sighed at the sensation of energy and awareness radiating from the Aesir Inari, marveling again at how familiar it felt, though recognition lingered just outside of her awareness as always. That frustrated her, but she would have to set that aside for the time being. There were heathens to slaughter and a Vong flagship to cleanse.

With the battle at a fever pitch around them, Crystal shielding her ship most admirably - she would truly have to thank the woman afterwards - Vascious in communication with the fleet and Anaudius in a battle meditation of his own...it was in her hands to get them to the ship itself, where Siara would be able to assist as well. The tip of her tongue caressed the length of her fangs before she pulled hard on the control yoke and sent the Strife closer to the Horde flagship.

***YOU'RE GOING TO BE JUST FINE...WE'RE YOUR NUMBER ONE FANS***

Word came from the Freya that assistance was en route from the Protectorate's Siege Tower for the boarding party. Excellent news that the Mistress acknowledged and tendered thanks for across the comm. Frowning for a moment, she eyed the Horde ship as they approached - well, as best she could while dodging fire and asteroid fragments and other ships - searching for a place to land. For a hangar bay large enough to accommodate both the Strife and whatever Protectorate ship/s was bringing in help.

A feral, bloodthirsty smile curled her lips as crimson eyes lit upon their entry point. Into the belly of the beast, Kassandra mused, putting petal to the metal as the saying went, coaxing a little extra speed out of her YT-2400's engines. Thank the Force for Crystal's shielding...they were taking a vicious beating on their way in.

Imagine. They didn't want to be boarded.

Clearly, they underestimated the tenacity of two Sith lords, a Knight, a Soldier, and a God. Morossian justice had landed.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="HK-36"]

Siobhan nodded, having finally put on her heavy armour and grabbed her boltgun, lightsabre secured on her belt, as she followed HK out of the doorway and quickly into the hangar, boarding one of the shuttles that was lying in wait for them. The soldiers of the Iron Company and the Iron Knights had already boarded their vessels, ready for any action on the part of their leader, doubtless also eager to show what they were capable of. After all, it would be a shame if the battle were to end without them getting the chance to participate in the action.

It was HK's unit and after having worked together on so many missions during the Bando Gora War Siobhan trusted his leadership, so she would not interfere. Outside in the vastness of space the Moross fleet was moving into action, pounding the engines of the Horde flagship while other vessels targeted the flak ships. Space was set alight by the turbolaser fire and missiles, it was a beauty to behold.

"Moross has started engaging. I can sense some of their forcers up ahead. Get me in close enough to the command ship and I can make a door. Big enough to make room for a couple shuttles. Maybe split and send a couple transports to back up any Moross boarders," she said as she took up position, leaning against the bulkhead of the shuttle.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

HK responded with quick acknowledgement at Amorella's news and the Crimson Strife starting to send their forces in boarding action. He opened transmission up to the bridge, ordering quickly,
"Move up with the Crusade forces, turbolasers focused on the Flak Frigates, laser defenses on their fighters."
"Yessir."

In the hangar,
HK and Siobhan quickly made it onto their previous dropship, HK's guards and personal party were already waiting for him, in seconds they were off the ground and streams of dropships and starfighters were leaving the Siege Tower, heading towards the battle, the Hammer of Gods was playing through some of the dropships, just to pump the soldiers up.

The heavy guns of their frigate sung as it sent its turbolaser fires towards the Flak Frigates, barraging them with the main of Crusade's navy while their flanking reinforcements targeted the Vong Flagship's engines. Tower's starfighters entered combat as well, veteran pilots in Protectorate's advanced fighters, they knew the rage of battle and chaos of combat well, they have fought since Bando Gora Campaigns.

HK nodded to Siobhan, calculating her plan,
"Sounds good enough to me! Sure as Chaos they will not be expecting that."
He would open up a transmission then to their dropship convoy, the ships weaving and dodging skillfully through battle,
"HK in Alpha here, I want Beta, Sigma, and Gamma follow me, we are performing a flanking maneuver, the rest of your are to support the Crusade forces, fight well soldiers, may the Force be with you."
"And also with you."
A chorus of voices responded through the transmissions as the dropships rearranged into two groups.

[member="Kassandra Distorith"], [member="Amorella Mae"]
Strife has already landed, Kassandra and others would see that the four Protectorate heavy dropships coming in hot soon nearby, the soldiers aboard already ready, they knew what their were doing.

The ships would clank hard nearby the Strife, landing with its ramps facing the main of the hangar as the entrances to the ships opened, and a salvo of grenades with yellow-green streaks of gas following them came out. Knowing how well the gas worked against the Vong on Eriadu, the Knights decided to open with it, besides, they had infrared sensors to help them fight in gas cover, and with the yellow-green smoke in the way, they would have easier time setting up defensive positions on the landing zone.

Either way, hopefully Kassandra and others had gas masks or breathing techniques to help them deal with the potent knock-out gas.
"Charge!"
Came orders from the Iron Company Captains as the barrages of bolters, their explosive slugs being clunked out with large booms towards the enemy lines, and blaster bolts, from the high-speed rotary cannons and light repeaters, courtesy of Protectorate and Noah's manufacturing company, came flying by from the Iron Company dropships towards any oppositions they would be facing.

Soon enough, durasteel covers would start to appear around the dropships, barriers moved by combat engineers from the dropships to protect the landing zone, and E-Web emplacements would not be that long after, the heavy repeater guns being installed on the durasteel covers.

So, while that was happening in the hangars,
The Crusade Command, including the Freya and Crimson Strife, would get this transmission,
"Crusade, this is Iron Knight here again, our forces have landed to support your main boarding party, make sure that to keep the Black Sun reinforcements in check, if they will stick around we should attempt to capture them for questioning as well. I will be leading an assault boarding party in flanking maneuver, I will meet the bulk of your forces towards the flagship's bridge."

And this was the part that could raise the Crusade's eyebrows and where HK and Siobhan's craziness would come in. A flanking maneuver during a boarding action, that was something which was almost never done, because, there was usually just one hangar they could access. But they had a different plan, they were simply not going to access through hangar.

Aboard their dropship, HK looked over to Siobhan, giving her a nod as they neared the side of the Horde flagship.
"Sio, Kerrigan it up."
He ordered her in quip.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="HK-36"], [member="Amorella Mae"], [member="Kassandra Distorith"]
Aboard Protectorate dropship, 'making a door' in Horde flagship

Finally they could get around to boarding things and causing mayhem on the Horde flagship. The Moross crusaders had already landed and would now have the support of Protectorate forces in the hangar bay. The starfighters of the Siege Tower had been unleashed, surging into the heat of battle like angry hornets. It was time to close in for the kill and terminate the Horde forces and their Black Sun allies.

Siobhan was calm as her eyes focused upon the hull of the Horde flagship, gripping a beam above her to stabilise herself as she sunk deep into the Force, concentrating intently. To be sure her previous exertions had cost her a great deal of energy, this would drain her even more after she had just recovered, though she should be able to fight once they had landed. Just not be right at the front in the thick of things. Fortunately she was not supposed to chuck an asteroid or expected to throw a walker-sized monstrosity. Compared to some of her other feats punching through the thick armour and hull of a battleship was almost standard by now. Well, as much as making a hole inside a battleship that would be big enough to fly through could be considered anything like standard.

Her bionic hand stretched out and its fingers curled into a fist as she focused. She reached out into the depths of the Force and drew in a ridiculous, overpowering amount of energy. The power writhed inside her as she sought strength from within herself, practically bursting with power, and pushed outward with all her might. Focused upon the vessel before her, coming ever closer as their dropships blazed a trail through the counterfire, ignoring the sound of the heavy guns and missiles. For the moment there was just her, the Force and a battleship that was in need of a hole, and so she struck, manifesting a gigantic telekinetic hand that curled around a section of the hull as if her fingers were enclosing around a doorknob, hence the metaphor of opening a door. She stretched out, focused as she tightened the invisible, telekinetic bind, then she pulled, as if she had gripped said doorknob and violently yanked the door open with overwhelmning force, wrapping her telekinetic willpower around it.

Her flesh eye seemed to glow from the power inside her, though that would be less obvious since she was wearing full beskar'gam armour, bionic eye flashed. Sweat dripped down her face and she shook slightly under the pressure of the exertion but soldiered on, tightening the grip, the power inside her begging to be unleashed as the invisible hand squeezed. She felt the rage, the bloodlust, but she was able to temper and channel it, redirect it to productive ends. She was not a righteous person, probably not even a good one, but it was calm fury, she would not sink and lose herself in it. Her body began to shake, the power begging to be unleashed lest it overload her and take her down with it. In space no one can hear you scream and so, though in holovids it is often depicted otherwise, no one would hear the squeal of metal as she used the Force to violently tear a section of the hull open, ripping it out of the ship and sending it floating through space, the structure would shudder and continue to tear under her might, the enormous telekinetic grip being unyielding as it tore across the hull.

Then, not done and seeking to widen the hole she had created, she opened the palm of her bionic hand and, power rippling through it, she equally opened up the telekinetic fist as she temporarily loosened her grip, then sent a tidal wave of power slamming right into the weakened hull section. As has been said in space no one can hear you scream, so no one would hear the boom that would be caused by what one might consider a telekinetic artillery strike. The armour of the vessel should bend before the assault, tremors and quakes should be felt throughout the battleship as the wave of telekinetic energy brutally pounded the opening, widening the hole as debris flew everywhere and blew a hole for them. Before the dropships there would be a gaping hole, like a maw eager to swallow them up, with debris coming their way.

Siobhan shook under the pressure as the energy left her and her knees seemed to buckle, feeling like jellie, though one of the soldiers managed to stabilise her and she gripped the beam above her tight. A cold smile graced her lips as she surveyed the carnage. "There, you have a door," she said simply, tiredness evident in her words.

 

[Crystal]

Crystal was keeping the ship together, though it was difficult and a very rough ride. That was her only task right now, and she would not fail. She was very glad for the restraints on the chair, that was for sure.

And then the ship stopped. She grinned. Crystal ceased shielding the ship and unbuckled her restraints. "Yay. We're here." Standing up, she invited her companions to join her in storming the ship.

 

[Vascious Relens]

[member="HK-36"] [member="Crystal"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Kassandra Distorith"] [member="Anaudius"] [member="Siara Vorru"]

Vascious unbuckled the restraints on his seat before making his way towards the Crimson Strife's cargo bay door. The ship shuddered violently as it made its final approach into the hanger, but the Mandalorian knew how to grip nearby bulkheads and how to stand to right himself just in time not to go tumbling. The Aesir's soldiers followed after him as he made his way past the other seats. There was only two squads of soldiers aboard Kassandra's ship due to it's small size, but each heavily armored trooper followed solemnly with their black cloaks whisking behind them in mimicry of their god's image.

Each man and woman there had made their vows, left their letters with their significant others, and made their preparations to die. The advance boarding party knew the risks even with an Aesir among them. Yet each soldier was willing to pay that price for the beliefs they held. Beliefs that directly conflicted with the ideas of the Horde.

Relens' voice then came through the team's comm link frequency just as he made it to the ramp that would exit from the Crimson Strife. "Secure the hangar, and then objective one is to terminate the Horde leadership here. Objective two is to disable the life support systems on this ship. Time to grind the dust off of the sword, and show these Horde the cost of defying the divines." The sword was likely a figurative statement since he didn't carry a true traditional metallic blade. Then again none of them had seen him in combat except for Kassandra many years prior.

The shudder of the ship signaled that it had landed finally. The Mandalorian wasted no time in ramming his hand into the nearby button that would lower the ramp. Blaster bolts immediately started flying towards them as the hangar defense forces the Horde had stationed there quickly moved for defensive positions. Kalee immediately raised his hands and generated a shield large enough to cover their exit out of the ship. The Morossian soldiers rapidly moved down the ramp after the Aesir. Three of the troopers stayed with their false god to return fire on the Horde forces while the others moved for cover so that they too could start rooting out the enemy to take over the hangar.

A moment later Vascious watched as the Protectorate ships started landing. They had beaten the rest of the Morossian forces to the punch. He was interested in seeing these gray cloaks in action as they started charging forward from their own ramps and setting up perimeters around their ships. He had to admit that so far he had been impressed with their droid commander and his iron knights.

It was time to get the show on the road before anyone moved up far enough to become collateral damage. The false god turned then as his force signature rose significantly. A few arcs of beautiful raw force lightning energy started to jump between his armor plates like an electrical jacob's ladder. Siobahn had proven clearly that she was the goddess of telekinesis. Vascious would never compete with her there, but his true aptitude had been in manipulating raw energy. Any Sith Master could fling it, but he had never met another that could make it dance like he could. It would dance to a beautiful tune before the day was done.

The Aesir placed one foot forward to shift his weight up. Then both of his arms came around as the man slapped both of his hands together. When his hands met it was not a clap, but rather a thunderous roar that erupted throughout the hangar as if a storm had been brewing up. The artificial thunder was followed by hundreds of thin tendrils of energy that shot out in front of him like a shotgun in a wide band formation. For many this energy would get absorbed into various objects of cover. However, quite a few of the Horde troops in the hangar would fall prey to the wide area of effect attack. The rest would be pushed back giving the invaders even more time to get better positions.

Kalee then reached behind his back and pulled out one of the two old lightsabers that were hidden under his cloak. A white blade emerged from the hilt like a shining beacon for both the Horde and the Morossian forces. He had never really put a lot of consideration into his choice of lightsaber color before, but it became fitting upon joining the Crusade. It was a holy blade, and it was time to unsheathe it. The bridge awaited, and he didn't want HK to beat him there.

 

[Siara Vorru]

[member="Vascious Relens"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Kassandra Distorith'] [member="Anaudius"] [member="Crystal"]

As it became apparent that the ship was going in for a rather hot landing Siara pulled on her helmet, she unstrapped rather coincidently at the same time as Vascious, her intention to be one of the first off the boat so to speak, she strode past the soldiers but quickly found herself trapped on the edge of their formation in front of the loading ramp door which had yet to be lowered. She smirked to herself under her helmet at the speech of the Aesir, she slung her rifle off her shoulder and held it ready at her hip for now. She intended to get some of the first kills here, it had already been too long since she had been able to shoot something and all of her instincts were encouraging her forward to kick things off.

Somewhat crushed in the corner of the loading ramp as it started to lower the little woman used that to her advantage letting the Crusaders advance first. She used the edge of the landing ramp as cover as she advanced down the ramp her first few shots fired from her hip at the advancing horde forces. As Siara reached the edge of the ramp and the end of the cover to her left she stopped and raised her rifle to her shoulder to take proper aim. She began targeting individual soldiers that presented themselves as targets, squeezing off a shot and moving onto the next target not even confirming the first one had gone down she trusted her shot would hit the intended target.

Seeing Vascious advancing with his soldiers Siara looked for better cover as she would quickly become a focus of attention as the only one remaining on the landing ramp of the ship. She looked back at the entrance of the landing bay seeing the protectorate landing ships joining them that would draw some of the enemy fire and attention, now was as good of time to move as any. She slung her rifle over her shoulder, pulled a blaster pistol from her hip holster and dashed out into the bay seeking cover closer to the enemy. She charged at the nearest group of them snapping a few shots off from her pistol as she slid into a low cover behind a set of containers she had seen marked as being full of simple and inert equipment, nothing that would explode in front of her.

The Protectorate was now landed and the gas it fired off into the bay was now flooding it. Knowing it was likely something meant to kill or disable the enemy the Kiffar woman sealed her armor and switched on the rebreather to protect her from the gasses. She didn’t have the benefit of IR on her helmet so she unslung her rifle again, this time switching her scope to IR as the room filled with the yellowish gas obscuring her view. Siara resumed targeting the enemy soldiers through the haze of gasses this time much more meticulously. For each shot she fired she watched the enemy soldier fall through the scope as she could no longer see them through her peripheral. She slid along the cover and waited at the end of it for a moment. She used the scope to seek out new cover as she waited for everyone else to catch up with her as she was at the head of the advance now.