Invasion Welcome to the Jungle! [OS - Republic Invasion of Kashyyyk]

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Location: Great Wroshyr Roots/ Objective A

Objective: Try To Maintain Control

Allies: [member="Meric Nadun"] [member="Armand Temi"] [member="Rusken Shaxx"]

Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Darth Vidar"]

"It is failing."

"Failing?"

"Their forces are breaking my hold. You are too...untainted."

Lovely times really.

Now would be a terrible time for a mass of flies to hit one's face - oh look at that.

Graxin came to a halt as the swarm enveloped him. His armor kept them from his skin, but it was a bit difficult to focus with the defining buzzing, and the mass of little insect bodies crawling over his visor.

Of course the Sith would do something such as this. They weren't known for fair fights, and it seemed the Graug that had served Graxin loyally from conquest to conquest, through war and peace, and had their planet restored by his efforts were swayed entirely by a mind trick.

So it was.

Graxin stumbled forth through the flies. The creatures were insufferable.

He reached down for one of the match's in his belt. Just a simple match used to light camping fires. It cracked against his arm plate and drew a spark.

Graxin focused on the flame for a moment. It flashed large and bright, singeing the majority of the flies before dying out.

Armand was in trouble. Then again, so was Kachirho. The Padawan was too far away to be effective from here, and all the Sith nearby were currently engaged in combat.

Graxin was losing the Graug according to Vulcanus. The Jedi was no master mentalist, and battle meditation was a skill he had little experience in. This was all sheer will.

There were some of the Horde that would remain loyal. Graug are sentient beings, after all.

Some would begin to turn with time. Graxin could try and slow that down. He settled down beneath the edge of a tree root, and concentrated solely on disrupting [member="Darth Carach"]'s efforts.

He would fail, but with luck, enough time might be bought to make a bit of a difference.




NPCs

Spoiler

Location: Beachfront/Great Wroshyr Tree
Controller: Graxin Rade
NPCs: 8700 in total. 6000 at Beachfront, 2700 at the Wroshyr Tree (300 dead from traitorous acts)
Objective: Repel Sith Forces

They were losing the hordes. Shlurk could feel the call of the Sith Lords, the primal desire to drop his lightsaber and turn on the Wookies at either side of him.

That, of course, would not be happening. Shlurk and his horde had served Vulcanus, and then his successor loyally for decades. The lesser Graug would be swayed, perhaps even the majority, but his warriors here in the tree were above their based cravings.

At least, most were. Thurj lay bloodied at Shlurk's feet. Two Wookie warriors pointed their bowcasters at the traitor's scaly face. Shlurk's old friend had tried to slit his throat. That was intolerable.

"Your will should be iron." Shlurk boomed as he pressed his foot down on Thurj's chest. "Not flimiplast."

Shlurk jerked his head toward the Wookies. They restrained Thruj and dragged him toward the prison cells. More would turn, it was inevitable.

"Where are the Hordes?"

One of the Wookies growled its reply.

"Good. Six thousand at the beachhead. They will die, but they will die with some semblance of honor."

As he spoke, the majority of the Graug were arriving near the beach. Combined with Meric's force, the Graug numbered between 8500-9000. Big enough to put a dent in the Sith, at the very least.

 

[Mother Askani]

Location - Southwest Bridge.
Objective - B. Defend Southwest Bridge
Enemies - Mrs. boobs alot | [member="Darth Praelior"] |
Allies - [member="Shule Windspeaker"] (thank god for you) [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

NPCS:
Objective: Defend Bridge
Controller: Sochi Ru, Shule Windspeaker (if you choose to take control or add to)
Forces:
Heavy Turret emplacements [3]
Wookie Dragon Warriors
Republic Troopers [1000]
R-10-8 Tank [2]
YVH-1 [200]


She remained at the front deflecting the ammunition of the approaching force. They needed to hold this line, defense was key. Though tricky defensive maneuvers can be, in most cases they could only delay the inevitable. But to cut down in that time even more she was employing a strategy that would continuously reinforce their front with smaller units until it has reached enough strength to hopefully push back with an offense. Things seemed to be going as planned, with the help of Aaralyns Battle Meditation their forces were fighting with a much bettoe resolve, and their coordination was flawless. There was that unity.

If it couldn't have happened at a better time, the arrival of Master Windspeaker only sharped the morale to the troops. It seemed like a good majority of the troopers felt that with a Force user in the proximity, that things were destined to go in their favor. Ru woudln't dare to dispute such things, as that would go agaisnt the betterment of their Forces. Whatever they needed to believe to get them through this nightmare, she would allow. She marked Master Windspeakers fluidity and sharp bladework with his style of Soresu, a form she could recognize. It seemed he took the basics to a higher degree, impressive. She would join him on even ground; she leapt down from ontop of the crate she used as an advantage. Few soft words would follow her actions,

"Master Windspeaker, your presence here is greatly welcomed." she said now turning her attention back to the battle at hand.

She took off with a lengthy stride, her natural speed fast enough thanks to heritage. Running, she threw out her left hand to reach out for a crate that had been misplaced during the conflict. When her hand made contact she pushed down with her weight and propelled herself forward, landing and then leaping into the air again. With her right leg she kicked a lone Graug in the face, and ran her saber threw the shoulder blade of an Massassi warrior. She then came down into a role, going underneath the simultaneous swing of two Massassi blades her role came to a halt as she was in a crouched position. Remaining their for a few seconds, she let out a Force blast that blew the two Massassi warriors she dodged back. She stood back up, and immediately assumed a defensive position....but what she saw was the figure of Balaya.

She held her lightsaber down for a second as the sadistic banter began. The revealing figure of the Sith lord before her wasn't a surprised to her. Whom else could such a force belong to, though she felt her presence among others here on Kashyyyk anyway. She just looked on with a much tranquil expression while she continued on with her speech.

"Balaya....So nice to see you again dear. You seem to be enjoying your freedom, however this ends today. No more." she said bringing her saber up in an at the ready stance, at a stand still for a moment, she slowly pointed her saber at her new opponent. She knew better than to lash out at Praelior directly, so she did the opposite. There were crate scattered, mostly battered and broke due to the battle but fair enough debris to be used agaisnt an opponent. Focusing her strength she brought bout her her arms up and quickly waved them forward. With that, two beat up crates were flung towards the Sith Lord. Though they were met by her rifles rounds, and the impact created a minor explosion in front of them, and debris scattered in both directions. It had been initiated.

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

Location: Near Northeastern passage to stromghold
Objective: B -Cross onto narrow single branch.
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Cryax Bane"], @Xenia Nastassia
Enemies: [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Layna Akhora"][member="Ayden Quell"] [member="Marakai Al'Orren"]

Below the start of the narrow battlements that led into the branches of the northeastern corner a dark serpent made of dark clad men and speeders was cutting path through the combined wookie and republic men. Hanutruss' conjuring was working, she gained more and more channels into the darkside and all the while her dark masking had made their movements obscured to the jedi.

Crack and snap Hauntruss' crimson whip severed a man from his head. The plan was proceeding well but as she watched the stronghold come into view she considered it time to make the proper assault. Scanning the branches she spotted one that was less concentrated with battle. It was thin, sturdy enough to carry troops, but not wide or sturdy enough to carry vehicles larger than a personal speeder which was perfect. Flinging a coded gesture to her riders they quickly complied. The large formation they had charged in then thinned out into a single file. With the finesse of a predatory serpent they slithered acrossnthe battlefield to the narrow single northeatsern branch.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pcn2eq0iSX4​

It was heavily defended for a narrow branch but Hauntruss had been prepared. The dark miasma she created in the force to mask her movements from the clairvoyance of the jedi would soon be converted to a visible black and suffocating mist. putting away her saber Hauntruss raised one of her hands and as her fingers curled into a fist them invisible miasma in the force began to condense into visible smoke clouds, black and choking. As it ballooned her riders came closer and closer to the branch.

Then with a sudden battlecry the incantation was unleashed. Hauntruss roared a line of spell in the black speech of the ancient Sith. Every dark word ripped into the fabric of the force which would send a dark shiver down the spine of many force sensitive in the stronghold.

"Woyunoks hadzuska koshûjontû."​

The first line sent the dark cloud of suffocating force smoke into a ballistic frenzy smashing into the areas around her. Then Hauntruss finished the spell with the final activating sutra.

"Dwomutsiqsa!"​

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The spell now complete, with a gentle blow from her black lips the demonic smoke cloud ploughed forward in a summoned pyroclastic flow pouring over the first half of the narrow branch. All those caught in side would be first blinded by a giant dark cloud and then consumed by apparitions of their darkest and come to life fears immobilizing them in a nightmarish paralysis. Reigniting her whip saber she and her riders made for the branch. Shrieking in a defining hiss she announced the the new stratagem of attack.

"KILL THEM ALL! DEEEEATH!"​

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A command all her riders would comply in merciless precision. With the forces on the branch consumed in large manifest darkness the jedi would no doubt bet alerted to the horror unfolding. Hauntruss smiled a dark grin, "Come Jedi the dark has summoned you!"

 

[Kira Talith]

Location: Kachiro City - Objective A ( Or One)
Objective: OH NO YOU DIDN'T!!!! Get James!
Allies: [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Sabena Shai"]
Enemies: The Stupid Smelly Sith! [member="James Mathison"]

If Sabena was going to say anything, it suddenly was cut off by the sound of groaning wood. All of a sudden their balcony sank a good four feet.

"GAH" she cried out, searching for balance and trying to keep her bearings as the area they were on top of shuddered. An explosive had hit right under their location, and while the damage was minimal, it still sank them four feet down.

She struggled wildly, grabbing onto one of the banisters and holding onto Sabena so she wouldn't tumble.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" She would yelp out, searching around. The wood would groan under them, but this section still held. Already Wookiees were moving forward to assess the damage of the balcony. If anything, they were well suited for making sure they were able to repair what damages there were and stabilize. It would take time, of course, but it could be time that could be guaranteed by Sabena, Sol, and Kira making sure that whatever happened didn't happen again!

Finding her balance, Kira got a determined look on her face. Nodding to Sol and Sabena, she charged out forward -- like always -- an expression of determination on her face.

"Come on!"

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Moving to Great Wroshyr Tree, bottom level.
Objective: Capture Kachiro City, Objective A
Allies: [member="Lady Exedō"] [member="Khan Ra"] [member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

Enemies: [member="Elizie Adasca"]: 60 Pubs: 60 Walking Carpets



The Sith Knight stared at the girl, her head cocking to the right, as she listened to the words of the sworn enemy. When the Jedi finally stop spewing nonsense, she feigned a yawn then laughed. Did this Jedi take her as a fool? A prisoner at the hands of the Jedi was worse than death. They would berate you with goodness and tell you their is hope for redemption and blah, blah, blah. She had heard it all before back on the fish world. Was this the Jedi's method of operation, offer you safety as a prisoner then attempt to bring you over to the light? Did they teach that in their academies and temples? It was no wonder they were weak.

"We offer up a challenge...and they send us a whelp." Darth Venefica shook her head in disgust. "Perhaps your Masters think you are weak. Perhaps they feel you are not worthy to be called Jedi. So instead of telling you this...they opted to send you to us. How thoughtful of them." She extends her arms out in front of her welcoming the young Jedi to come to her. "But we will make them see the error of their ways. Join us and together we will show them what fools they are."

She had no love for the Jedi, that was well documented. When she was younger and more brash in her thinking, she wanted to kill them all. But as she 'matured' she viewed them in a different light. Why kill them when you could convert them. Was not that the greatest victory one could hold of their enemy? She believed it to be so. Of course most Jedi had drunk the Jedi's dogma juice being served up daily at their temples and academies for to long, so in the end she was forced to kill them. Such a waste of all that potential.

"We are offering you a once in a lifetime chance. Do not be foolish and deny it." Locking her black eyes on the young Jedi, she slipped into her mind quickly, sending her a message through persuasion. "You know...have always known that you were far greater than any Jedi. That the Jedi are holding you back...denying you of what should be yours. Does the leash around your neck get tighter everyday? Does the chains threaten to drag you down into unknown waters? Ask yourself, do they deserve to have you at their side?"






NPC

Spoiler

Location: Moving toward Kachiro
Controller: Darth Venefica
Forces: Nightshade Squadron- 92 transferred to [member="Faye Terrik"], 2 with Darth Venefica
Objective: Capture Kachiro
Opponents: Republic, Jedi, Wookies, Not trees

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Location: Kachiro City - Objective A ( Or One)
Objective: Be Supportive and stuff
Allies: [member="Kira Liadain"] | [member="Sabena Shai"]
Enemies: [member="James Mathison"]

Soliael moved fast, faster than Kira.

Though he was wearing armor, Soliael had been practicing the techniques that his father had utilized so often, force speed and body. Something to make himself stronger and faster, something that he could use to protect Kira. He moved quickly, dashing through the fog with a quick pace. As he moved past Kira he tapped her lightly on the bum with the back of his gauntlet, grinning, then coming to a sudden jarring halt.

He stood directly above where the support truss had been blown, he could feel the lack of weight in the section. Frowning, Alric looked over to a gathering of troopers, searching the fog for any sign of an enemy.

For a moment Soliael simply stood.

The force gathered around him again, small subtle nudges, flowing through him. His ears seemed to perk up slightly, wiggling once, then twice. He listened. Distant howls of pain, long cries of war, the sound of laser and blaster fire. He tuned them all out, searching, trying to find...

His head snapped to the right.

Hand gripped lightsaber, blade springing into life almost instantly as it was thrown directly at the man climbing on far branches.

 

[Whispers of Lumirith]

LOCATION: Wall at Objective B
OBJECTIVE: Fight on Republic, Fight on!
ALLIES: [member="Shule Windspeaker"] | [member="Book"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | Republic Forces
ENEMIES: [member="Vrag"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Dredge"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] | One Sith Forces (None Directly, NPC or Otherwise)
MUSIC: El Dorado - Two Steps from Hell

In the land of the light - the darkness would not take hold. No Dark Lords or conduits would penetrate the unwavering hum that so harmoniously echoed through the minds of the Republic Forces. It would continue, as it did from the start - to compel them, drive them with courage and conviction. A sense of defiance against the will of darkness that threatened to press against their souls and enslave them. In essence, it was a blissful feeling, one of a victory that would be forthcoming perhaps? Maybe long overdue? Yeah, that kind of feeling. A high morale boost well needed amongst the rank and file of the Republic.

There were some things that were needed in this universe and perhaps the Republic slapping the hand of the One Sith in the proverbial cookie jar was one of them - perhaps.

Aaralyn would focus on the Light of the Force, the bustling activity around her. The various connections, the voids in between and everything around she could feel around the Republic Stronghold. So much intensity...it only helped fuel the fiery flames into the Light.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Advancing towards stronghold on Northeastern Branch.
OBJECTIVE: B, take stronghold. | Short Term: Beat back Republic forces, get medieval on some dudes.
ALLIES: [member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Xenia Nastassia "]
ENEMIES: [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Dak Canton"] | [member="Marakai Al'Orren"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kq2OZcDBEVA​

All jokes pertaining to the extremely low-hanging fruit of Atrisians and tentacles aside (that wasn’t something [member="Reverance"] was really in to either - it’d received silence and a raised eyebrow even when mentioned as a joke) Matsu's spell had done its job and done it well. What Wookiees hadn't been tossed in pieces to the webbing of branches farther below lay in similar fashion along the one they were standing on, a field of corpses akin to the aftermath of a particularly cruel landmine. Not the type to dwell - at least not when it mattered - Matsu moved almost immediately, working in tandem with Vrag, though as another grouping of Wookiees crested the branch the women and the slicers advanced along they kept their movement up but in the opposite direction, trying to clear the reach of the haphazardly shot energy bolts. The Sith Lord considered erecting a momentary barrier around herself and Vrag but the effort wasn't worth it - the shots seemed clumsy, and instead she lifted Wookie torsos and legs to catch the bolts before they could pin either Sith to the treetops.

Over the din of battle she heard nothing of the hollow point loosed in her direction. Somehow, even through a wall of wookiee body parts and huge tree branches, a bullet packed with acid made a beeline for her. The only thing that saved her from total annihilation was already being in motion and an instinct for danger through the Force screaming at her – oh, and the giant Slivilith soaring over the battlefield. The sniper’s bullet careened right through rubbery flesh and twisted insides, eliciting a deafening roar from the rare creature – right through the ‘brain’ really. At first it seemed a loss, such a rare and magnificent creature brought down by a sniper worth his salt, but instead it turned right around and became useful as the enormous beast started falling, wings flapping in death throes. The bulk of the creature missed the branch they were standing on but half of its body and its enormous wings careened right for Republic forces and the sudden wave of troopers funneling out of the stronghold. It seemed Vrag had done the job of…’motivating’ the slicers – they had no time to waste.

It was a shame the stranger who shot at her and her companions was so very safe and removed - come out, come out, I'd like to play with you. She didn’t stop in any one place for long, knowing that sniper probably wouldn’t be content with one shot.

She was considering exactly how to deal with the incoming flood of troopers and Wookiee when she felt…magic. The call of the dark side in its purest form was unmistakable and rare for her to feel from anyone else as a smoke-demon curled in to existence in front of her very eyes she let out a hiss of pleasure, turning her head to see the sorceress that had conjured something so magnificent. Mounted on a creature equally as frightening, the Sith woman was not familiar to her but it didn’t matter. In the days of old sorcerers & sorceresses had stood together to build things just like this, stand atop battlefields and rain hell down on enemy troops below – a brotherhood in the purest sense, shared creativity.

Reaching out she brushed a sense of familiarity, at least in their shared ‘passion’, over the mind of the Sith Lady working her magic. Hello sister.

Turning her attention to the battlefield, she raised her hands and chorused the same spell her fellow Sorceress had conjured just moments before.

D̻̜̲͍̊̓͒̎͂̐̏w̫͇̘̠͂̃͊o̻̟m̫̞͔̙͙̻̦̀͊ͭͭ͌̽u̹̦̖͍̪̲ͯ̈́t͗̽̌s̗̮͙͕̼̐́͛̉́i̇ͤq̞̱̇̒̽̓s̝ͅa!͎̹̮̫̙ͤ͂̏̄̄ͭ​

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Pouring her power in to the smoke cloud, she watched it double in size, roiling and hungry for the terror pouring from Republic forces as the demon brought to life the worst fears of the army it devoured. The aura of their magic tainted the air around them, the leaves of the branches closest to the demon shriveling and dying, bark blackening with the malice of their combined spell.

Spoiler

*Certain events highlighted for ease of communication with opponents.

 

[Garik Reed]

Location: Northeast Bridge
Objective: Defend Stronghold
Allies: [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: [member="Dredge"]

Rael had left practically as soon as the Gherron and the Sith had begun fighting. No, not of fear, of knowing he had no part in that fight. For now. He had climbed back up the tree, and gone to the defense of the wookiees. The Padawan had reignited his second blade, and had just finished taking down another enemy when he got got Gherron's call. 'On my way. What do you need?' While the kaleesh was still only learning the abilities of telepathy, he seemed to be doing well with it. The bond he and Gherron shared had been very helpful in the past. He rushed back down the tree, turning off his sabers so he had both hands free to climb. Once he saw them, he thought to Gherron, 'Here'

 

[Boethiah]

Location: Outskirts of Kachiro City
Objective: A , support her Sith allies
Allies: [member="Darth Vidar"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] | [member="Kira Liadain"] | [member="Sabena Shai"] | [member="Elizie Adasca"]

Anja's illusions would aim to help Venefica with her objective, attempting to disrupt the enemy troops but other concerns would force her hand. The Host Lord disconnected her concentration; the illusions would only remain visible to those they're nearby in a very close range and would dissipate rather quickly if a Jedi managed to dispell them. She wiped away the sweat of her brow , not just from her focus but from the humidity of the jungle world. She wasn't very used to wearing armour like this but intended to make sure that an enemy lightsaber wouldn't get the upper hand.

"It looks like you've drawn some attention.", she said in the direction of Vidar. The rather aggressive Sith Lord seemed to have drawn the wrath of the Lord of Ession, an enemy she knew quite briefly due to his grudge with one of her Warlords. Moving forward and through the brush, Anja began gather all that she saw, sensing and waiting. Explosions, blaster shots, battle cries; they were all heard masking over the natural order of the world. What was once peaceful was thrown into chaos and corrupted. Her eyes wandered the scene before closing and allowing her to draw out the noise and focus on only certain perceptions. She wanted to hear footsteps, the movement of enemies but alas the Chaos was still too much to drown out completely. No, there was something however -- the unmistakable sound of a lightsaber humming to life; there were many Jedi and such weapons engaged already but this one had been off. It was brief but she heard the sound plenty and knew it immediately. A Jedi?, she thought to herself before opening her eyes in the direction of its origin and looking back to Vidar.

"Unless you want to stay here and battle the ones whose wrath you invoked, I'd suggest coming with me.", she offered him. Once again gazing at his weapons; she was at least curious to see what kind of damage he could cause. More curiously she wanted to know who had caused the fog from earlier and what powers they were capable of. A certain sickness had masked the air as the Sith descended upon the world; already the concentrated darkness en masse was twisting the world merely by their presence alone. It was likely that if the Sith did conquer Kashyyyk that the world would forever remain hidden amongst the shadows of darkness and these jungles would become sick with death and meaningless. That raised the question, what were they after? Her allies, if they just wanted to defeat The Republic then why not annihilate the worlds? Of course this was idle thought that had little place in the field of battle. Shaking them away, the Host Lord maneuvered herself further into the heat before approaching the scene of the fog and onward towards the source she sought.

Whether or not Darth Vidar -- or anyone else -- had decided to come along would be up to them. Regardless of what came to be, Anja had no intention of losing this day.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: the Beach

Long term Objective A: Capture the Tree | Short term: Bolster [member="Darth Carach"] with the darkside of the Force
Allies: [member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Spark Finn"] || @Y’all [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: [member="Graxin Rade"] |[member="Elizie Adasca"] | [member="Armand Temi"] | [member="Caleb Brolen"] [member="Krest"]

A flare of eerie crimson light would turn Nephthys eyes into pulsating orbs of energy. Around her, as that channel of Darkside energy would seep into her being, she would redirect to [member="Darth Carach"] himself. All around her, the earth would start to wither, plants turning a dark gray and losing their lifeforce as Nephthys would continue to bind that connection with The Dark Lord of the Sith.

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One small hand would reach up at the Sith Lord at her side. Flesh to flesh. Power would cut through that connection, and in this she would feed every ounce of energy she could muster from the pit of her soul. From that connection to the Bogan Goddess Vahl. From the Dark Lord himself as twin eyes would bloom within her mind.​

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M̹Y͎͈̼̠̞͕̥ ̯̮̳̙C̷͔H͔͓̬̭̫͇̙I̜̯̱̙̹̹L̴͔͓D̷̺͚̹ ̤̯͚̮ͅ​

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That voice would echo within her mind, causing a shudder of pleasure pain much like it had done her mother before. That same power that would be funneled from Nepthys much like the vessel she was.​

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The vessel of her mother.​

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Her purpose.​

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Her Destiny.​

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Her life.​

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And her death.​

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Location: Emerging from Sith Carrier
Objective: C
Allies: Whoever
Enemies: Engaging with [member="Talon Vosra"]'s stealth ship

Soundtrack:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=at_f98qOGY0

Vosra's StealthX was a very nice ship, immune to basically every variety of detection. Its TibannaX and thermal dissipator kept its drive trails from giving it away; its stealth coating baffled sensors and eyes; its top-of-the-line gravitic modulator prevented even the rare and expensive Crystal Gravfield Traps from finding it; and Vosra himself was certainly skilled at hiding his presence in the Force, on top of the StealthX's high-grade nullification resin cockpit lining.

Minor problem: The starfighter now emerging from the One Sith carrier was, in one very specific way, better.

It had no stealth gear of its own; that wasn't its function. Instead, as the StealthX entered close range -- the StealthX, a ship that one of her business associates had helped develop -- it passed inside the very small five-hundred-metre effective detection radius of Selka's Angel Eye sensor module.

The only piece of technology ever developed capable of detecting a vessel shielded by a gravitic modulator.

The Rassilon's four guns roared to life -- two heavy laser cannons and twin-linked ion cannons -- shooting at something that nothing else could detect. Five hundred metres, plus change, was close enough to the carrier that Vosra's stealth ship would certainly have had time to get off a shot, or a warhead, or whatever; that wasn't Selka's business. Her business was proving that, in the perennial arms race of starship factories the galaxy over, Silk beat Incom every time.

 

[Placeholder 0133]

Location: North Eastern Bridge of Yugwaaargh
Objective: Charge Smoke Demons
Allies: [member="Rael sul B'an"] | [member="Marakai Al'Orren"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Flint Dexen"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Ayden Quell"] | [member="Sophia Walsh"] | [member="Sochi Ru"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="T-Eya Carn"] | [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] | @Ta'mur Rokar | [member="Seamus Valik"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Gherron Vael"] | @Shull Windspeaker | [member="Marcus"]
Enemies: [member="Dredge"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Darth Hauntruss"] @Cyrax Bane [member="Matsu Xiangu"] @Anyone else at North Eastern

The bridge was getting popular. Book's forces took the Sith fire in stride. One soldier fell back, then another. The Peacekeepers were slowly being ground down. There was nothing that could be done about it.

Vrag's forces were quickly vaporizing what little cover the Peacekeepers had. On top of that, a cloud of black dust was floating toward the position.

"Someone's at the turret!" One of the men boomed. Book turned about for just a moment and caught sight of a Chiss doing... Something.

"You four, take care of that!" Book boomed.

Four Peacekeepers broke from the fire line to intercept the intruder.

Jason pointed inward toward the smoke.

"Sith magic. I saw it back on Korriban in the last war."

"It won't affect you two...but the soldiers..." Stanley's attic voice clipped off.

The smoke cloud was growing closer. Smoke demons had never effected Dreadguard, but the Peacekeepers had no defense, and neither would the Jedi.

"Well...there's a Sith at the source of it." Book grunted. There really was only one realistic option. "Shields up?"

"Shields up." Jason replied.

"Don't do anything entirely stupid. Please. There's two of us in here." Stanley begged.

Book breathed a heavy sigh. Without a word, he popped another magazine into the Harbinger rifle.

Jason nodded. Book returned it.

The Two Dreadguard vaulted over the storage crates. They raised their rifles, and sprinted toward the approaching wall of smoke; rifles flashing as they suppressed Sith force blocking their path.

The Peacekeeper soldiers weren't particularly prepared for the dying beast careening right for them.

Spoiler

Location: North Eastern Bridge
Controller: Book
Objective: Hold the liiinnneee
Force Size: 224 Peacekeepers, 1 Dreadguard

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/11486-bti-hbc-the-ravager/ <--- Ravager

 

[cowboyrepeater]

Location: NE Stronghold bridge
Objective: Defend the bridge and gates
Allies: Jedi, Republic, Wookies
Enemies: Sith ground forces

The fight continued on the bridge and Layna did her best to shield her Wookie allies. Unfortunately, her lightsaber couldn't be everywhere and some of the native defenders fell all the same. Sometimes the enemy soldiers broke through. Layna dealt with these directly, such as one who came at her, spraying bolts.

She squared herself with them and deflected the burst. The trooper, maybe female or a smaller male, fired another burst. One of these bolts, Layna sent square into her attacker's chest. They fell with a smoking hole in them.

Looking up, she was surprised when she saw a dense, billowing black cloud approaching. What was this? Her fears were confirmed as she heard the cries of the dying from the miasma. The Padawan didn't know that this was Sith sorcery, her training never touching those dark arts....

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

Location: NARROW EASTERN BRIDGE of Yugwaaargh with Marakai Al'Orren
Objective: B - Defend the stronghold from the dang Sith all up in mah bidness!
Allies: [member="Marakai Al'Orren"] | [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] | [member="Shule Windspeaker"]
Enemies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Xenia Nastassia"]

So many Wookies. Somehow he hadn't encountered nearly this many - come to think of it, none at all - all the way back when Sardun had dumped him in the midst of the place to test his (at the time) still-new learning of Force Stealth. Maybe he'd made some sort of agreement with the Wookiees? Maybe... well, there was no real benefit in mulling over ultimately inconsequential details of years past when he still had to catch up with Mara. She'd taken off like a bat outta hell in her feline form and he'd let her, having been held up by Republic personnel and Wookiees alike being suspicious of his own felinity.

How was it that so many people had never seen a full display of Felacatian physicality, that he was mistaken for sithspawn for the second time in only so many weeks? He didn't want to shift, but to get out of the mess had been forced to, to explain himself, prove that he was an ally, and get on with things. It wasn't until that was done that Sith forces had appeared, and he cursed, realizing that if they'd shown up only a few minutes earlier, he could have proven his allegiance that way without the need to shift. No matter - a reversion to his beastly self was a simple matter, instantaneous after so many years of life, and he dispatched a fair deal of them in short order with deadly claws.

Then he was on his way, once again.

That had been countless minutes ago, and he was just coming around to the position his younger cousin had taken up, thankful for her mental missive that told him what she was up to and where he needed to go. Throughout it all, the efforts of [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] were a great boon - it was still an issue that he'd not gotten to forming any kind of mental defenses beyond what limited, feeble wall he could scrounge up on his own at the instant he was under psychological attack but on the other hand, it made the impact of the battle meditation that much more intense and made seeing Mara attack those droids more invigorating than such things had been before. He wasn't sure what was going on, had never met this master, and went with it without any wondering, convinced it was merely the fire of battle all on its own as he arrived just in time to see the gloriously wild display of his blood-kin's attack on the trio of war droids.

He chuffed sharply, drawing the momentary attentions of nearby wookiees who seemed to agree, making similar sounds in kind. He always was proud of his first student in the ways of their kind, and while her claws made short work of the droids, he advanced quickly behind her, slipping carefully past to have eye and sense on the way ahead, around. His tail, finally unbandaged and halfway to a full regrowth of fur, swayed behind him in an approximate indication of concentration.

They would do this together.

 

[Bubák]

Location: Kachirho City
Objective: A
Allies: Pubs and I have no idea
Enemies: [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Khan Ra"]

Elizie remained very much aware of the possibility of the Sith’s forces defeating the large group she had sent into the forest, but right now her attention remained focused on the Sith woman, the immediate threat that radiated both hatred and the Dark Side alike. This aspect of the Force was very alien to the white-haired teenager, her own Light Side presence acting as a candle and pushing the darkness away before it touched her, yet that did not stop her from feeling it through the Force. It was… evil. Dark. Disgusting. The young Padawan, despite her inexperience, could tell the female Sith was much more powerful than her, which made the woman either an experienced Acolyte, a Knight, or a Master. It mattered little; even when facing impossible odds, it was a Jedi’s duty to remain strong, give courage to those around her. That became Elizie’s plan. To trust in the Force and the Jedi Code and hope to overcome this trial by fire. As such, the young Arkanian remained calm, not even considering the possibility of dying. From what she heard about Sith, they tended to underestimate their opponents. She still had a chance.

And then the woman opened her mouth, her words trying to poison the Padawan’s mind. Be it insults aimed at her person or lies about other Jedi, Elizie did not allow any to break her focus. Her face remained still as stone, eyes intently watching the Sith and her soldiers, trying to see any kind of gesture. The Republic troops around were ready to fire, yet the young noble still hoped for a non-violent solution. If only the Sith surrendered! Of course, the Sith demanded Elizie to join the ranks of Darkness instead. This was good. Neither side appeared to want to attack the other, at least not now. As long as they talked, they did not have to fight.

Their gazes met and it almost seemed the two talked by just looking at each other. Tendrils of the Dark Side suddenly erupted from the woman’s presence, effortlessly penetrating the Padawan’s mental defences. The telepathic words sent into Elizie’s mind influenced the Padawan’s thoughts, emotions, feelings,… and yet, the Sith had not managed to penetrate the wall beyond which lied the Jedi’s consciousness, barred from all that could distract her, protected by faith and devotion. She did not listen to the honeyed words inside her head, remembering the Jedi Code instead. Letting out a soft sigh, the teenager shook her head.

“You are also being offered a chance. You can still redeem yourself and see the Light. You can also simply leave the planet. If you do not wish to take my offer, at least spare your men,” the Padawan pleaded and took a firm step forward, prompting several soldiers behind her to lower their weapons. “But if your heart has no mercy to spare, know that mine has plenty. I promise I will not kill any of you. A Jedi respects all life. And I am a Jedi.” One more step towards the Sith and her two soldiers carried the Arkanian closer to them. The lightsaber in her right hand still waited to be ignited. If either of the three attacked, Elizie was ready, repeating the vast among of disarming moves within her mind.

NPC

Spoiler

Location: Flanking Darth Venefica’s main force
Controller: Elizie Adasca
Forces: 60 Wookiees, 60 Republic soldiers
Objective: Ambush the attackers
Opponents: Nightshade squadron

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Location: Great Wroshyr Roots - Objective A

Objective: BE A PALADIN

Allies: [member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Meric Nadun"] Armand Temi

Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Darth Vidar"]

EVIL BEHOLD, THE FURY OF THE LIGHT: Theme

NPCS: [500] Peacekeepers.

Location: Wroshyr Roots - Objective A

Controller(s): Rusken Shaxx

Objective: Take over Wroshyr Tree, eliminate opposing forces

Opponents: Graug & Sith in the area



In the distance, the low roar of engines could be heard. A force come to vanquish the damned and wretched knaves that dare threaten the way of the Republic and its allies, retribution had come. Rusken sat inside the dropship that was headed for Graxin's position. The comm-link inside his helmet buzzed with static as he spoke. "Don't you worry, kid. Don't think I forgot about you." A gust of powerful wind would blow against the Sith as they attacked the veteran's closest ally and dear friend. There was a surprise in store for these Sith wretches. Before the ship made it to the drop-zone, Rusken issued a scan of the area to be sure of the lad's location. Locked.

Said dropship loomed over them all like a beast of justice about to bear down upon the vile flesh of the wicked. The roar of its might brought forth a wave of five-hundred Peacekeepers along with the armor-clad Knight. A shining beacon for the fight that pressed on, unrelenting were the Sith in their efforts to thwart the Jedi way and their forces. Rusken would deny this and put forward his own might to ensure a future where the Sith were exterminated and cleansed from the lands of this planet.

Rusken saw Graxin struggling to hold his own ground and made the effort to aid him the best way he knew how; through strength and lightsaber. Using the Force to charge forward in his brilliant Lord's armor, one could say he was a spectacle of justice incarnate. Like the gavel of light's judgement come to sentence the foul to death for their attempts.

"For the Republic!"

But yet, something was amiss. The Graug were acting strangely, hostile even. They approached in a manner that suggested an attack, and despite how they were under Graxin's rule before, not a chance could be taken to converse peacefully about their nasty mood. Just then, Rusken received a message on his HUD about the change in their alignment - wonderful, such a perfect time to receive notice. The old veteran Jedi boomed an order of assault upon the hostile Graug, to push them back and to make a clearing towards the Great Wroshyr Tree to find Graxin.

For now, they were hindered from aiding the lad. There was only the hope of getting there soon enough, and Rusken wouldn't give up on a friend.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

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[Dredge]

Location: Forests outside of republic stronghold.
Objective: Objective B
Allies: One Sith and [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Foes: [member="Book"] [member="Gherron Vael"] [member="Rael sul B'an"] [member="Kian Karr"]

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Location: 310 Kaalonians at staging point. 218 Graug and Vong climbing trees
Controllerredge
Forces: 218 Graug, Yuuzhan Vong. 310 Kaalonians
Objective B: Scale trees
Opponents: [member="Gherron Vael"]

NPC KAALONIAN STAGING POINT
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Kaalonians were warriors, they were fighting machines that lived and breathed war since the moment they were born. They fought clans and clans of their fellow brethren on their home world and they would fight now despite a few monsters trying to kill them. The first line of defense was set up and solid hundred of the rat folk began to pump heavy armor piercing 5.56 rounds into the creatures that came to feast on them. They had to pull more men from the tunnels to attack leaving only a little over two hundred within, but they could more than handle a herd of these monsters. They let out shrieks and war cries but a few of them had been dragged off into the shadows where inhuman screams could be heard piercing the forest air. They kept up steady streams of fire uncaring if they hit their comrades that were taken into the dark.

"GET A PERIMETER!!" The captain of them yelled out

And soon the four drop ships that had taken them here began to lower crates and boxes and deployable cover that the rats began to set up to try and give them some measurement of defense.

NORTH EAST DEFENSE

The Yuuzhan Vong finished climbing to the top of the trees and it was time to bring the pain. The hundred and five Yuuzhan Vong from their position had a clear line of sight to the republic defenses and they could see the battle going on, they were going to screw up their entire day.

"Fire a salvo of thud bugs and keep up the pain! For the primeval!!" The Vong commander said and soon his plan was set into action.

The Vong began to fix position on the branches and soon large shoulder mounted weapon systems plopped themselves down on their shoulders they had brought up from the climb. A few bags of the beetles and about twenty rocketeers were in position and mounted to bring down pain.

"FIRE!!"

*THUD*

The sounds of multiple living explosive beetles exploding outwards from their homes projected themselves at the republic lines and the area where [member="Book"] and his friends were. The beetles zoomed forward and had enough kick to them to the average RPG.

"Troops moving right! Pick them off!" The commander said gesturing towards a set of troops headed towards [member="Cryax Bane"]

A Yuuzhan Vong holding a horde bio rifle gave a sick little grin and began to unload along with a few more at the four men who were more than likely trying a flanking tactic. They had the republic now.

Bellow have Graug roared and were still engaging the Wookies, the men kept up heavy streams of fire and fuzz balls dropped like rain. They had gone through half of them and the Graug roared as victory for this little skirmish was coming close. They would all die

DREDGE

Dredge simply laughed at the Jedi as he pressed forward still, giving off his rhetoric.

"You are strong child. But we are beyond strength, we are beyond you and your capacity of what this mortal realm is. And we will have this world, and after it burns, we will sail." Dredge lifted up his finger and noticed the Jedi padawan [member="Rael sul B'an"] land next to his master [member="Gherron Vael"] so dredge made sure that he could be heard

"We will sail until every world burns, and until every light darkens. There is no victory for you here child, only death." Dredge raised his hand and pointed it at the two of them.

Dredge roared and the hand ignited in pure red hot fire. With another scream of battle he leveled his hand and fire streamed out of it in a Gail larger than two meters wide and two meters thick. The red hot fire crackled and it surged forth as it directed itself at the two Jedi filth

 

[Vrag]

LOCATION: Northastern branch
OBJECTIVE: B
ALLIES: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Xenia Nastassia"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] | [member="Cryax Bane"]| [member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Dredge"] | [member="Keira Ticon"]
ENEMIES: [member="Shule Windspeaker"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Ayden Quell"] | [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Marakai Al'Orren"] | [member="Sochi Ru"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Dak Canton"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Book"]

Spoiler: NPC

LOCATION: Northeastern branch
CONTROLLER: Vrag
FORCES: 350 Sith troopers
ENEMIES: — II —
OBJECTIVE: B

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Her heart was thrumming wildly in her chest as she watched the two Sith speaking gibberish — the only time she did it was when she was drunk — and conjure an ominous black cloud that started towards the Pubs trying to hold the line at the end of the bridge. To top it all off, someone had, intentionally or not, shot down one of the monstrous slivilith circling above the One Sith forces on the bridge, and the grotesque creature was now headed straight for the Peacekeepers and the wookiee squads pouring through the open blast doors.

Her eyes widened at the furry hordes mixed in with droids, all struggling to make it through the gates and onto the rather narrow branch. At that rate, they were going to get overwhelmed, and despite her earlier complaints, Vrag wasn't particularly fond of losing people, slicers or not.

"This is Vrag of the Northeastern branch," she roared into her comlink, struggling to hear the voice on the other side through all the shouting and bawls of wookiees in their death throes. Such a Forcedamned mess.

"Requesting twenty thousand troops, we're being overrun!" Her tone brooked no argument, but her face stretched into a wolfish grin nonetheless when her orders were patched through to the Savan-class carrier looming above the trees. It would take some time for the reinforcements to arrive, but when they did, the Republic opposition would be ground into dust.

Her blue eyes snapped back to the battlefield in time to see a pair of Peacekeepers break through her frontlines, and the firrerreo cast a quick look around her to assess the situation. Her troops were mostly handling the droids and wookiees funneling onto the bridge at the gates, but no one seemed to be focusing on the sprinting soldiers. Very well.

The Knight dashed out of from behind the cadaverous cover and weaved among her own men, coming in at the charging Dreadguards from their left. Wearing full-body armor and moving with Force-augmented speed, it was highly unlikely that the pair would notice her amid all the troopers swarming the bridge; at least not until it was too late.

She sent a Force push at the one closer to the edge, knowing that some of her soldiers will be lost in the process as well, but that was war for you. Losses were inevitable, and an armored trooper to the face was almost as good as flinging a guy into the Shadowlands. Almost. If she got lucky, the impact of her sacrifices would be enough to push him into the chasm below. If not… well, she was an excellent close-quarters combatant. The Sith brought her blade into the fourth guard and came in at the other man ([member="Book"]) with a sideways strike aimed at his torso.

Spoiler: TL:DR

• 20k Sith troops on the way
• The current troops (350) focusing fire on Kian Karr's wookiees and droids
• Vrag threw a few of her troops at Dreadguard nr.1 in an attempt to push him off the branch
• Vrag engaging Book herself