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

[Rusken Shaxx]

Location: En Route Towards Beach

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

Enemies: Any Sith Around

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NPCS: [483] Peacekeepers

Location: Going To The Beach

Controller: Rusken Shaxx

Objective: Continue Pressing Forward

Opponents: Sith And Their Forces


"Advancing upon your position, Graxin. I'll be there shortly."

Rusken motioned to his forces and marched towards the beach, he had lost a good few brave souls to the animosity and tenacity of the Graug; it wasn't a walk in the park by any means in terms of ease. The Lord's armor was bloodied but still gleamed a cobalt blue as did his lightsaber. Today would be a proud day for those of the Republic if victory came. There was no losing for the old veteran, he simply refused to fall to his knees before the Sith and beg for mercy.

But on the advance towards the beachhead, it would seem that not all the hostile Graug were dispatched from the surroundings. It charged furiously toward the commanding Jedi and tackled him to the ground. More of the wretched spawn ambushed the Peacekeepers following behind and began tearing into them. Rusken grunted and struggled as he wrestled with the creature, it roared in his face with a deafening howl just as it was about to raise its massive fists to smash him into the dirt.

With some quick thinking, Rusken managed to free himself from the monstrosity's hold with a Force Push. Breathing heavily from his already damaged lungs, the old warhorse charged into the beast with a roar of courage and slashed at it vertically, causing it to fall apart into two separate chunks of flesh. Blood caked the cloths and kilt of his armor even more now, but it would only show how much a Jedi was willing to endure just to show the Sith that fear wasn't an option as far as emotions went.

The rest of the Peacekeepers managed to hold their own, albeit a few more were lost to the surprise attack. They pressed on.

Rusken opened his comm and spoke whilst breathing heavily from the aforementioned encounter. "Damn Graug... they just don't give up, do they? After all this... I'm gonna need to roll me a new pack of cigarettes. Drinks are on you, by the way."

Spoiler

NPCS: 478

After a short while of jogging and marching, they had arrived at the beachhead. Rusken would wave down Graxin, and behind him, hundreds of courageous soldiers kept their morale and surrounded the Jedi Lord on edge. Their next order was about to be given.

"You lot keep pushing the assault, I want every hostile Graug dead and bleeding in the dirt, understood?"

The Peacekeepers let out a fierce battle cry and continued to slay the heretical beasts, guns blazing with an unshakable vigor.

 

[Reverance]

-NPC PORTION - The Organic Guard (numbers listed below) - SOUTHWESTERN BRANCH DESTROYED​

Location: Stronghold
Objective: Objective B
Allies: [member="Darth Praelior"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Dredge"], [member="Keira Ticon"], Kezeroth the Malevolent
Enemies: [member="Kian Karr"], [member="Sochi Ru"], [member="Shule Windspeaker"], [member="Dux Kotass"], [member="Marakai Al'Orren"], [member="Gherron Vael"], @Ta'mur Rokar, [member="Ayden Quell"], [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"], [member="Rael sul B'an"], [member="Layna Akhora"], [member="Seamus Valik"], [member="Book"], [member="Kiyron"]
Forces:

Spoiler

23, 247 Vong total (with all the goodies, including awaiting draxus)
--20, 500 Crab Armor - marching and stuff, some in flight.
--1,000 Vondun skerr draxus - Waiting for the opportune moment to drop
--977 Ooglish Noxokk - dropping presents for all the good little boys, making their way to the Northwest tower
-970 - 200 = 770 Vaghrokka and Vong- Invading the stronghold. Thud bugs rain upon surprised victims and droids alike (Kian Karr and Kiyron)
-5 Grokata - Firing more, lamenting the loss of their turtle brethren
-20 Thrall Herders - Defending Grokata, also sad about their losses. Those other thrall herders were family, ya know? Even if they were SW gang, family sticks together.
-21 Sliviliths - Another two were shot down by Ooglish Noxokk, sad day.

Theme:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_B8-ZnW2w4​

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Map for reference:
Inside the Stronghold:

[member="Kian Karr"]: Sure, the droids were adapted for fighting Vong...on foot. But they weren't fighting Vong on foot, they were fighting Vong on Vaghrokka, traveling between 70 and 100 km/hr through the stronghold. Sporadic movement provided problematic situations for those trying to engage, ancient programming no longer a super solid method of dealing with the Vong. While the armor of the YVH and EMBU were qualified to repel the forces attacks, with limited capacity, they weren't adjusted for the strength of pincers and the blorash jelly that stuck foot to ground. In tandem, the monsters continued to rain death upon the innards of the stronghold, jumping and leaping and crawling at speeds that not even a katarn could keep up. And for those rappelling into the stronghold, under [member="Kiyron"] s orders, they would soon find fire drawn upon them from chitin carbines mounted upon beetle back. It was a difficult thing, crawling down a rope and defending oneself at the same time. Nevertheless, there was only so much chitin that could be soaked up and for those who felt the death of vong upon their back, would fling themselves upon the enemy droids upon ignition of back mounted singularity mines. Careful practice was in place, to prevent collateral vong damage from such triggering. Soon enough, the stronghold would have appearance of swiss cheese, promises made in agonal respiration and hissed whispers.

The Noxokk continued to work their way around the stronghold, the inner gates finding an occurrence of singularity mines at their doorsteps, from dropped pouches. Clumsy dumb Wookiees. Be careful not to touch those, they're proximity mines after all. For good measure, the "Wookiee's" blasted outward from the parapets, downing two Sliviliths in circling motion. Oddly enough, they were two that would fly directly towards the defending republic forces on the North Eastern Branch ([member="Book"]). However, can't control the flight of untamed creatures, amirite? The big monsters would crash into the forces, taking all sorts with them, hopefully. Their names were Bob-Ross and Ron-Jon, and they will be mourned and missed. They were the snazziest of Sliviliths.

Southwestern Highway Branch:

[member="Shule Windspeaker"]: Despite popular opinion of the Vong, in most of the galaxy anyway, they had a sense about survival. Especially considering that they hadn't delivered the sort of pain they were looking for. As the flung Vong began chewing out the tree with singularity mine explosions, it's capacity and integrity faltering and shaking, the leading forces were called back by Warmasters to retreat from their extension. However, Grokata are not so easily commanded to move with purpose. As the forces retreated in anticipation of the damage to come, jumping to adjacent trees and branches like aphids abandoning wilted stem, the Grokata sucked in their fill and stood their ground against the fire and destruction of the defense at the gate of the stronghold. The thrall herders continued to do their work, eating blasters and ballistics as the turtle monsters heaved and lumbered against the crumbling integrity of the branch. From their mouths, they fired another 75 Vong as the wood cracked beneath them and crashed to the ground below, sending a good deal to the forest floor 2 km's down. Losses included 5 Grokata, 20 Thrall Herders, and roughly 2000 Vong, including those flung, to the depths below. But that didn't matter so much, as Shule would soon find his entrenched position a worrisome proposition at best - as Vong would rain down upon him towards the position, and further towards the trunk.

Out of range of blaster fire, Yorik-trema would begin their work to pick up the stranded Vong and transport them to the Northern Highway Branch. Flowing into the circling river of Slivilith above the tree, dwindling as it may be, the Vong would circle the facility clockwise towards the unbroken Northern bridge.

Northern Highway Branch:

[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]: Assuming the attacks mentioned were aimed upon the forces on the northern bridge, blaster fire would weave between the front line of kraetos shields and strike out, felling unfortunate Vong souls, to fall to the world below. The flung Vong would land upon the trunk side of the bridge with a certain veracity, aiming to strike out at the turret defenses which would, assuredly, be relatively unguarded...since they are turrets and automated. Assuming their shells would soak up intensive damage, many would die this day in their venture. However, unlike the southern bridge, these vaulted figures were not landing in linear formation but more staggered. Their death throe singularity mines would punch holes in the defenses as well as try to destroy what turrets might be left, unless intercepted in the sky by some sort of missile magic. The Grokata would begin again, their plating soaking up damage, as they began to fire another 75 over the vong shield wall and thrall herders. Some of the vong, at the forefront, eyeballed a handsome devil on the bridge, [member="Seamus Valik"], and laughed as they watched him try to force push a vong tech mine attached to a deceased vong. It would be triggered by such things, they roared, as their comrades were knocked off the bridge by a concussion grenade and their shield soaked up the damage of the rifle fired by the jedi. They roared, focusing fire upon the Jedi and his group as a back line salvo of blast bugs rained out from the rear, towards the gate and the jedi.

Outside Stronghold:
Slivilth still circling, flippant and chauvinistic and all around in poor spirits. With Bob-Bob, Bob-Ross, and Ron-Jon out of the question, hope for the species was dwindling and that was reflected in the sudden melancholy that beset the beasts. Twas a sad day, indeed.

PC PORTION - Reverance - For [member="Kana Truden"]​

Location: Semi-ubiquitous (around town)
Objective: Engage an old foe
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"]

A lot of value held in rank, Gabriel thought. That she would introduce herself as Jedi Master and then assume he was a Lord. Never had he conjured such title for himself, one to avoid the mention of Darth and Lord if he could. But, his general proclivities to avoid such things were manifested in rebellion through the One Sith and their insistence to use such things. As if some inherent value was formed in their utterance. Gabriel merely smiled in kind, those his was more of a "man, dis gonna be guud" type of smile. Confidence bore out from the Jedi and Gabriel loved nothing more than destroying the notions of hope and providence. Left a sort of mineral and metallic taste in the mouth, the good kind, like blood ice cream ([member="Matsu Xiangu"]).

Right and left hand held extended from the body, each carrying their own extinguished saber. As last time, she would play the defender and he would play the assailant. Fine by him, but he would need to adopt Form 5 for this fight. The tendency for stray bullets left Form II completely out of the question...and that armor would require a bit more oomph in the strikes. Running forward, skipping branches and tightroping vines, the Vong King called force speed to his sails and ventured forth in sporadic vectors, the stream of dual wielded crimson coming forward in a blur and snap hiss. As he closed the distance, he would strike out with tenacity. Left hand over his body, right hand extended back in dovetail, he would rotated his core to swing both sabers diagonally, from his lower right to upper left. His aim: to strike the Jedi upon left thigh, ascending up towards the right shoulder. How this would work, he was curious. But the dance had to start somehow.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Leaving base of Tree to center field of Kachirho, en route to the beach.

Allies: [member="Rusken Shaxx"] @Meric Nadum [member="Graxin Rade"]

Enemies: [member="Darth Vitium"]

Through his commlink Armand heard loud and clear the orders from his Master, Cyril: "Rusken, Armand, meet me at the beach. Take the Peacekeepers, we'll try and hold them there." His leadership skills would certainly be put to the test today. He made his way to Colonel Tryph a weather-beaten but capable commander to relay the orders from [member="Graxin Rade"]. The Graug nearest to the Great Wroshyr tree had appeared to turn on the Rebublic and its allies and the tree itself had withstood a few explosions by now. While it was unclear if the Tree itself would fall into Sith hands, Armand knew his Master needed his help and also that it was not safe where they stood.

Led by [member="Rusken Shaxx"], the Ession Peacekeepers, a force of roughly five hundred strong, fought their way through the traitorous Graug, aided by Wookies on the outskirts of the fray. With the lift of every blade and the swing of Armand's lightsaber they trudged through the swampland towards the beachhead. Armand's leather boots were now soaked through but this didn't stop his determination.

 

[Whispers of Lumirith]

LOCATION: Interior Wall on Objective B
OBJECTIVE: Feel the Burn Sith - Rejoice Republic Forces.
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: Winterspell – Two Steps from Hell (Remix)

The wonderful thing about uninterrupted focus on the Light and projection of those feel good feelings that those old Sith Lords hated - eventually they would feel the effects too. It was a prolonged exposure to something they perhaps weren't used to? A battle meditation that wasn’t one sided and focused on providing just the Republic forces with the necessary emotional state to press on through the darkness – no it was a means to combat the darkness in its own right.

The sphere of influence would encompass the immediate stronghold and perhaps lash out at the edges of the extending branches or bridges beyond – but no further. A way to prevent the enemy from encroaching on the grounds without consequences. If one was to compare it to something, the effects of the Ysalamiri would be close enough – as the emotions of a dark sider were –typically- depending on the negative spectrum of the emotional scale of things.

Typically – for those who weren’t they might still feel a weary sense, a feeling of discomfort that they were unable to harness into energy of their own.

A pity.

Small glowing blue orbs would begin to form around the Republic Stronghold – perhaps physical manifestations of the Lightside of the Force itself. Only time would tell what true effects they had in a physical sense, perhaps they would repair the damage to wroshyr branches around the Stronghold – perhaps they would bring them alive to fight off the Vong and enemies storming the area – who knew. With each passing moment they would begin to multiple, dozens at first and rapidly expanding towards hundreds.

There might be some to think she was left utterly defenseless – and that would be a mistake. Maybe she had something lingering in the corners, watching. Maybe she knew who’d come for her – or who wouldn’t.
Maybe she’d sit here the whole time and continue to be a thorn in the side of the Sith Forces until the very end.

Who really knew – Always in motion was the future.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Location: Kachiro
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] Ξ [member="Tia'Ilandra Shaasa"] Ξ [member="Maria Natalja"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] Ξ One sith

[media]http://youtu.be/sEvtcvYfUEM[/media]


with the noise of battle all around the area It was hard to focus on what's what. the sith and it's troops where dropping everywhere but this time we have the up hand the wookies are strong and experienced fighter's.

Sanya had finally managed to get high enough in the tree where she had a good vantage point to see all around her, and there was fighting close by, but Corvus seemed to be waiting for something or someone. moments past and Sanya kept her eyes on the distant battle, she pulled out her data pad to check for updates to find out master Natalja was in contact distance. "maybe I should contact her to tell her where I am" Sanya started typing away on her data pad.

Dear master [member="Maria Natalja"]

I'm sending this message to inform you that I'm on Kashyyyk in Kachiro. I'm currently with master Corvus. it seems that sith forces have taken position all around the area. I'm yet to engage in any combat.

I will keep you updated on my position and if you need help I we will come.

from Sanya

 

[Caleb Brolen]

Location- Beachhead
Objective-A-Fall back
Allies- [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Rusken Shaxx"] [member="Armand Temi"] [member="Maria Natalja"]
Enemies: Sith

The Sith seemed to not notice that I was here but before I could say anything I got a transmission on my holo. I decided to fall back before I got my head shot off and so I could answer it. I ran back to my lines using the force to get quick jumps from one place to another. I hid behind a barricade made of a combination of sticks and metal but was surprisingly sturdy, then I activated my holocom to see Master Nataljas face. The armor portion I was wearing had black scorch marks all over and the robe portion was torn and tattered.

The quality of the call wasn't that good and the sounds of explosions going off wasn't making it any better. I replied with "Master were breaking up and I can barely hear you so I need you to listen". I was breathing really hard but I had to control myself if I was to get this message out."There is a landing pad on the south side of the tree next to the shadowlands. Land there and get to the outside, there you will find a hole in the west side of the tree. We need you there as fast as possible so we don't get overrun by the Sith that get around us". Wood splintered as a shot landed right next to my face.

Finally I said "Jedi reinforcements are coming my way now so don't worry about me. Good luck and may the force be with you. Oh and one more thing there might be some Jedi in the tree that can help you so find them". A explosion went off right next to me sending me flying face first into sand. I lifted my self up and pulled out my saber and yelled "Alright whoever threw that just got on my bad side".

 

[Darth Ayra]

Location: One Sith beachhead at Kachirho
Objective: Objective I
Allies: | [member="Darth Carach"] | @Lady Exedo | [member="Faye Terrik"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Qun Vell"] | @Spark Fin | [member="James Mathison"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | @Alicia Drey | [member="Midas Âzanroil"] | [member="Hera Naroix"] | [member="Darth Vidar"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Keira Ticon"]| [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Khan Ra"] |
Enemies: | [member="Meric Nadun"] |

Smoke filled her senses, forcing a cough to spare her lungs. Pain gripped her body. Wet that she could only assume was blood, via the senses she felt around the immediate area, matted her blonde hair. Darth Ayra had been hurt by Meric Nadun's preemptive strike.

A hand rose from the ground, lowered again and pushed. Ayra rose to her feet, debris of the Niathal fall off her body from the explosion that had claimed it and her. She took a sharp intake of breath, in the beginning stages of her self evaluation; and discovered that she had no internal damage. The Sith Lord was not unfamiliar with an internal injury and the intake of air was a tell sign as to whether she had suffered one to the hands of Meric Nadun and his explosive power.

The same hand from before lifted to the back of her head and came back to her eyes. Blood, as she had suspected. Nothing too deep. A head wound, from where she had knocked her head as she entered a barrel roll off the ramp, the dark side giving her seconds to sense the danger of the incoming blast, allowing her to react. She wiped the blood off her hands, to check her weaponry. It was all there. Her eyes blinked several times, before lifting up to gaze around the area.

The evaluation had only taken a mere ten or so seconds. The battle continued to be waged. Her senses alerted her to an incoming strike to the side. Snap hiss. The Lightsaber rose in expert precision, severing the arm of her would be killer. Yellow, predatory eyes turned to see who she had taken a limb off and discovered a Graug. A mixture of surprise added to the unadulterated rage she now felt. To think she had come close to succumbing to death on a world such as Kashyyyk, when there was so much work to do!

The Graug were a sturdy being and Darth Ayra knew them well. The Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vulcanus, was the first and progenitor of the species, which had served him and the Sith Lord that now stood above one, ready to deliver the killing blow. The New Order was founded by Vulcanus on Mytus VII in the Unknown Regions, after the Sith Empire had been destroyed. The Graug had served the New Order and she had taken the reigns of Vulcanus's government after he fell on Dromund Kaas, when the Sith had attempted to take back their former capital after the Mandalorian's invasion and subsequent destruction at the end of the galactic conflict of 835-836 ABY.

The beast rose and attempted to sever Ayra's torso from legs, with a blade in it's free hand. It had given into it's primal instincts and would devour the creature that dared to take it's arm. But it was not the predator here. As the dark side coursed throughout Darth Ayra, the beast within her rose and accepted the applause of generations of Sith who entered the theatre of war; and with their evolution, the predator that were the Sith rained down upon Kashyyyk!

The Graug before her never stood a chance, and with a swerve to avoid the slash, the Lightsaber in her left hand reverse span and stabbed down into it's cranium. A slicing motion withdraw the blade from the Graug's head and a kick forced it onto it's now lifeless side.

Those same yellow, predatory eyes turned in the heart of the battle to the one who had nearly taken her life. She who would take this galaxy for her own and bring strength back to the Sith Order. Meric Nadun, who had nearly been responsible for her death, had in the process began a personal war that Darth Ayra would now end. Her eyes found the Sith Lord and she began to stalk forward to her new found prey.

The fact that it was a Sith who she was now hunting was oblivious to the Sith Lord that ventured forth to combat him. All logical thought processes gave way to the need to kill and maim this man for what he had done; and in the process, bring victory to the One Sith.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: the Beach
Long term Objective A: Capture the Tree | Short/long term: Dominate. | Locking down the piers and beachhead.

Allies: [member="Lady Exedō"] | [member="Faye Terrik"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="James Mathison"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Alicia Drey"] | [member="Midas Âzanroil"] | [member="Hera Naroix"] | [member="Darth Vidar"] | [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Khan Ra"]

Enemies: [member="Graxin Rade"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] (Claimed) | [member="Kira Liadain"] | [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] | [member="Meric Nadun"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Elizie Adasca"] | [member="Armand Temi"] | [member="Caleb Brolen"] |

Spoiler

NPC Troops: 6000 Graugs (another 1000 incoming), 5000 Royal Guards, 2000 Vong, 1000 droids

And so it was that the Jedi Master’s will proved to be too strong for a complete and total re-route of the Graug forces. The strongest, most loyal fraction of the army stayed true to [member="Graxin Rade"] and continued to serve him in what ever capacity he wished, two thousand Graug warriors in the Tree City broke free from his control though, while half of them broke into a rampage and were being put down by the wookie rebels, the other half had found within themselves a fraction of sanity.

They broke through the gates of the Tree City in an attempt to regroup with Darth Carach, their new Master, and yet… in their path they would find [member="Meric Nadun"] and his two thousand Graugs, whose attention was firmly placed before them.

As a whole the Graugs descended upon Meric’s vulnerable behind in an attempt to take them by somewhat of a surprise. The field of battle was a loud place and they might just have enough time to get in close, before the Graug and Meric realized these monsters were no longer under Graxin’s control.

On the other side, Carach’s side, the vermin swept in from the trees decorating Carach and his Vahla-Sith companion with insects. The ones that hit target quickly embedded themselves into the strong flesh of the Yuuzhan Vong crab armour, starting to drain them off blood, it would not be much of a problem for the two Sith Lords right away.

The Wolf-Eyed Lord looked at Neph. ‘I am going to see if I can pull another…’ curious smile ‘...trick. The forces are yours to command, my Lady. I advise advancing and smashing Nadun between our armies.’

Then he closed his burning eyes and started to analyze something peculiar… he started to study Nadun’s armor.

In the meanwhile his armies were busy locking down the piers and beachhead.

 

[Keanu Shan]

Location: Space
Objective: Objective C, unleash hell.
Allies: [member="Sressechka"], [member="Aedan Miles"], @Auqilia Audax, [member="Talon Vosra"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Jack Rand"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Arcis"]
"Ok folks, here we go.... let the fighters pass between us. Red Leader!, Green Leader!, Gold Leader! use your forces to engage those enemy fighters! clear us a path!" This was getting hectic. Punching through the enemy fighter deflective screen the "Blazing Angels" continued towards their intended target as Red, Green, and Gold squadrons tied up the enemy fighters. " Ok "Angels" , spread out and get some elbow room so you can maneuver. We move in for the first pass at long range. to lock on to the shield generators and bridge. Once we start flying past, and above them, we roll into dive bombing run at top speed, single file firing 4 torps each...got that? a pause for acknowledgment then "Ok let move....activate targeting computers" he pulled into a shallow dive at long range, intending to do a fly by of the bridge at significant distance as he began the locking sequence.

Summary: red, green, and gold squadron (36 fighters) are engaging enemy fighters.
"Blazing Angels" punch through, and begin long range target lock and prepare for dive run.
@"Blazing Angels" arm 4 torpedoes each and begin target lock. I want to overwhelm the defenses with sheer firepower.

 

[Aqulia Audax]

Location: Space
Objective: Objective C, unleash hell.
Allies: [member="Sressechka"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Talon Vosra"] | [member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Jack Rand"] | [member="Keanu Shan"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Arcis"]

Aqulia was a career pilot. The distractions of space and enemy fire were ignored as she simply followed the squadron leader's commands and trusted Red, Green and Gold squadrons to do their respective jobs. She had hers to do.


As requested, she gave her fellow pilots some breathing space and prepared for a dive bombing run at full speed. She flicked a switch to arm the torpedoes and was so distracted she didn't even notice that the music had stopped!


Finally she activated her targeting computer and as one she followed the others as they each pulled into a synchronised shallow dive, enabling the ship's computers to perform its locking sequence.

 

[Boethiah]

Location: Kachiro City
Objective: A, play support , place wards!, go AFK
Allies: [member="Darth Vidar"]
Enemies: [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] | [member="Kira Liadain"] | [member="Sabena Shai"]

The Host Lord looked to Vidar who gave her a silent nod and she returned just the same. She was glad to have an ally at her side; to have approached city and be so far, more or less, undetected. Her security was compromised. As soon as she felt someone gathering the force it was too late, before she was able to move or react she felt the sudden pressure; as if a hard ocean wave crashed against her and forced her into the barricade. Luckily the armour absorbed the shock but she had been pinned.

Anja grunted and was rather irritated by the sudden attack. Rather than sitting there and being helpless she summoned her own power, breaking out of the sudden pin movement just as he had pulled her into the crates. Standing upright, her head turned before the rest of her body did. Her two piercing eyes glanced the area, vibroblade drawn. "And here I thought I wouldn't be interrupted.", she jeered at the move. Taking the moment she tried to size them up.

Her offhand flicked and twitched as if she was still getting rid of some of the excess force energy she had used to cast the illusions earlier; nearly forgetting that Vidar was at her side.

 

[Lord Gaius]

Objective: Kill the Jedi
Allies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Enemies: [member="Kira Liadain"] | [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] | [member="Sabena Shai"]@
Location: Kachiro City

Energy electrified the air. The hairs on Darth Vidar's neck stood on end. In an explosive roar, unseen energies hurtled toward him, throwing Anja and he off their feet and slamming into the crates behind them. The Force Push temporarily pinned them, but as Anja was quick to regain her footing, so was he. The Sith Lord took a lumbering step forward. He breathed in deep, and exhaled. He repeated this process, and with every intake of oxygen, his lungs swelled all the more. In his former life, before he had been forced to live in a coffin of his own doing, his expertise in Force Bellow was only outmatched by the Orca, known as Hion the Herglic. Darth Vidar's chest rose, mouth agape. The intense vacuuming of air in the vicinity was deafening, then all turned to silence.

A tremendous burst of kinetic energy bellowed forth from Darth Vidar, directed to Soliael. The ground beneath his feet buckled under its sheer pressure. The dirt rumbled, and Darth Vidar was forced to take a step back at his own raw, immature power. The energy subsided, dust swirled around the Sith Lord. Crimson hands curled around a baton fifty centimeters in length. It was activated only by Vidar grabbing each half of the baton, twisting, then pulling them apart. A ten centimeter long stun prod then sprang from each end of the staff, and two high-voltage power couplings would crackle to life in between the three pieces. Activated, the San-Ni tripled in length to one-hundred-and-fifty centimeters.

The electrical discharge was powerful enough to shear off limbs, cook flesh, and even a near miss would give severe burns to an enemy, Darth Vidar however seemed to be shielded from this, through the use of miniature heat sinks. It was one of the most tedious weapons to study and utilise, but it was highly effective. For its rarity was immense, and such rarity and unique design resulted in only a meagre few combatants in the galaxy knowing how to defend themselves against it. Darth Vidar began to charge, his feet pounding the earth with the fury of a herd of Grassers. He leaped over the barricade that had formerly separated them, twisting his body, torque his muscles and spun through the air, attempting to come down upon Soliael with a deadly strike of his San-Ni Staff.

 

[Placeholder 0123]

Location: En route to Beachhead

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

Enemies: [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Alicia Drey"]

Objective: A, halt the Sith advance.



It was a small rallying force. The Graug warriors from the Wroshyr tree were pouring in to join the throng of men and women under Graxin's command.

He'd already been outdone by the Sith Lords beyond the beachhead. There was doubt among the company that the Archlord could pull himself together enough to accomplish much here.

"It's good to see you both." Graxin said through a smile. He tilted his head forward in greeting of both Armand and Rusken.

Just beyond the gap in the walls that opened to the ocean, Graxin could see the Sith forces. They needed to move quickly to bolster Meric's efforts.

"Our friend is fighting the good fight without us. I think it's about time we joined him."

The gray Wookie tilted its head back and emitted a low warble. Its compatriots imitated the war cry. Those Graug that remained loyal were stoically quiet. Their bloodlust was tangible in the air around them.

The Peacekeepers looked more than a little disturbed. They had never faced Vong before. While they had shields to protect against blaster fire, Peacekeeper armor would shred like paper against an amphi-staff. They needed something to embolden their resolve.

"We stop the Sith here. Kashhyyk does not fall." Graxin shouted to the fighting force.

It wasn't much, but it was enough.

"Rusken, target their leadership. Armand, stick by me and help me direct the Peacekeepers. I've my own prey." He motioned toward the beachhead. "Let's get on with it. Dragonsflame will arrive with reinforcements soon!"

With that, Graxin turned outward toward the beach, and broke into a run. The Sith were waiting, and it would be rude to show up late to the party.



NPCs

Spoiler

Location: Charging the Beachhead

Objective: Link up with Meric's Graug/Halt the Sith Advance

Controller: Graxin Rade

Amount: 487 Peacekeepers (Taken from Rusken) 200 Wookie Warriors, 960 Graug Crusaders

 

[Rain]

Location: path to Objective B; falling to the Shadowlands, attacking Dredge's forces
Controller/Allies: Grrrod (OOC: [member="Dak Canton"]) [member=Book], [member="Kian Karr"]
Forces: 180,085 Angry Wookiees
Objective: B, Republic Stronghold
Opponents: [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Dredge"]

This skirmish was won. Darth Praelior’s forces of all shapes and sizes had been decimated by Grrrrod, his wookiee guerrilla fighters, and a foreign fighter named Rain. The last hail of corpses, of Gruag, of Massassi, of even the dreaded Vong, plummeted to the Shadowlands floor, their bones bursting into splinter in the dark, their meat cleaved and devoured by viper kinrathi. Alien as they may have been, they were all Kashyyyk now, their blood watering the roots of trees far more ancient than the One Sith and their multi-nation army.

The wookiee’s roared in approval, sang in victory. They, too, had roots in Kashyyyk as old as time, and they would not be moved by a strong wind, no matter how foul it was of Sith stink. They advanced, leaving the enemy general to the Jedi, or, at least, the next best thing.

Which would be Rain, I guess.

All that remained had been [member="Darth Praelior"], with a spear sticking out of …somewhere; her hands filled with shining dead ropo matter and broken dreams. Rain brandished his knife, ready to make good on his promise and turn Praelior into fertilizer.

But the remaining guerrillas howled out in caution, sensing the tremors, the flashpoint, long before its exploitation. The bridge began to fall, and they all struggled to disembark in time. Stamping his barefeet, sing-humming a tune, Rain grounded some excess Force energy into the wood, sustaining for a few seconds longer so that more of the task force might survive. They made a good show of it. This was their home; surviving midst the branches was no special feat. Still, they would lose 900 in the combined calamity.

Rain made no effort to preserve Praelior’s life as their bridge gave out, committing her to death on impact, for all he cared. He secured his spear and lept from the bridge, clawing at the bark of the nearest stable tree. Fingernails split off, his impact too dramatic for any degree of grace, before finally plunging his knife into the bark. Back on Dathomir, he had climbed mountains with only a slight bit more in the way of handholds, footholds. This would be difficult, but not impossible. Slowly, but surely, Rain climbed down into the dark.

DREDGE:

Grrrod’s forces moved to reinforce their comrades. Leading a team of 300 wookiee guerrillas, he moved to aid [member="Kian Karr"] and [member="Book"], identifying almost immediately the ambush point utilized by the Vong-Gruag combined forces, and moving to dispatch them without traveling in their line-of-sight. This was their home, after all, they knew it like the back of their hands. Meanwhile, the Sith did not bother with any intelligence work. The canopy above blocked out efforts for GEOINTEL, so there was a tragic loss suffered in the amount of pre-planning they could have done. These Vong, these Gruag, likely didn’t even have regress routes. And so, as the wookiee arrived, they would have nowhere to run, leaving the Gruag to be outclassed, outnumbered, and likely thrown into the abyss, if they weren’t just outright torn to pieces by the beings evolved to rule this world. The Vong would find similar troubles, their armor perhaps maybe to shield a few rykk blade slices before their own tumble into Hell. Go, wookiee, go.

The Sith brought a conventional force to an unconventional fight. They could only die here.

Meanwhile, in the Shadowlands…

The Kaalonians would find issue. This was not the cavernous world of Kaalonia, hollowed-out, strip-mined for resources. Here, the soil was densely packed, with thick, impossibly deep roots holding it all together. As they drew closer to the tree (which would be inevitable, as they were everywhere), they’d find themselves outmatched, and their progress stifled immensely. Respondent-aggression could only be expected from an army amassed by a feared tyrant. They bickered, they fought, and before long, they were at each other’s throats again.

You could take the Kaalonian out of the Petty Kingdom, but you couldn’t take the Petty Kingdom out of the Kaalonian. Not in a month, anyway. Not on foreign soil for no reward. Not when there was so many shiny, cool artifacts and equipment worn by their alleged allies.

Old feuds, old habits. Old chaos. Without direct supervision, this effort was lost.

At the entrance of their tunnel, Rain grounded himself on all fours, singing a song to make the earth close around them. Hungry roots grew more brazen, searching for the blood of rat.

 

[Kira Talith]

Location: Kachiro City - Objective A ( Or One)
Objective: BUBBLE ME HARD!
Allies: [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Sabena Shai"] [member="Veino Garn"]
Enemies: The Stupid Smelly Sith! [member="James Mathison"] [member="Darth Vidar"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

Kira would react instinctively.

Her ears would burn as the bellow came at them, but the last second managed to spring up a Force barrier of shimmering blue energy around Soliael and her as the earth and ground would be torn asunder around them.

Her head was ringing, she wasn't a specialist in this by any means, so she was still somewhat affected, but at the very least she managed to cushion them both from the bulk of it.

Her teeth would bare in a grimace, and a second later would see a slight trickle of warmth coming from her left nostril. Her nose was bleeding.

Shuddering, she'd drop the barrier after the bellow would pass. Icy blue eyes would narrow through the fringe of blond bangs, only to flicker over to [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] and her vibroblade.

She gave a sniff, a bloody smear now across her left cheek.

"Ya'll should really consider your life choices, kiddos!" she began, as she made a big show out of it.

"Like, we really don't want to hurt you. So how about you just turn around and shoo back to where you came from?"

Under her breath however, Sol would hear this.

"Bet you I get Little Miss Snark before you get big Red." she'd call over her shoulder at Sol. Always cracking jokes.

Her fingers would wiggle in anticipation.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Location: North Eastern Branch
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Reverance"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Xenia Nastassia"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] [member="Darth Adekos"] [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Darth Hauntruss"] [member="Dredge"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]
Enemies: [member="Shule Windspeaker"] [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="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Book"] [member="Seamus Valik"]

NPC Droids:
Location: North Eastern Branch
Controller: Cryax Bane
NPCs: Mirari bodyguard Droids [3]
Objective: Objective B, protect Cryax Bane
Opponents: [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Marakai Al'Orren"]

NPC Slicers:
Location: Rogue unmarked space station in the skies over the Stronghold
Controller: Cryax Bane
NPCs: Red Raven organic slicers [5]
Objective: B, Jam rerouted enemy commlinks
Opponents: (Republic technicians trying to get the comms back online under orders of [member="Kian Karr"], no change, still within 24 hour window to counter)

Crouched behind the dead turret, the Chiss saw metal clashing with claws, and he ordered his Mirari bodyguard droids to open fire upon the two Jedi cat people who were engaged in furious melee with Xenia’s battle droids. Sure they were moving with almost preternatural speed and strength, but the cats were outnumbered by the slicers’ robot soldiers. Enough pounding from their droid’s holdouts should be enough to drive them back if not kill the two organics.

The turret continued to provide excellent cover for the slicers, although one particular blaster bolt coming from the direction of the pink Twi'lek Jedi came too close for comfort for the Chiss, singeing a bit of his hair in the front. The icy ping of deflected blaster fire ringing out in his ears, Cryax scanned the contents his Datalogger with his red alien orbs. Brilliant girl. He flashed a wicked grin at Xenia. She had retrieved enough information from the turret to help them make a mirror of the Stronghold’s defense servers which they could then run remotely. Wookiees. The Maker bless their old-ass technology. In an battle between modern slicers and what passed as mere relics of technology on the Wookiees’ end, there were was really no contest. He palmed the tiny Datachit in his hand and then plugged into his Datalogger.

When Xenia asked him if he could cut through the firewall they encountered, Cryax grinned. “Does it snow on Hoth?” he said with a smirk. Truthfully the usually cocky Chiss wasn’t sure if he could, but this was the stuff a slicer thrived on. Every obsessive-compulsive tic in his brain was tickled by the challenge to see if he could break the code, to unravel all of those numbers and lines and dots and zeros, like pulling thread on a fabric and watching it come undone.

He cast a glance to the side, keeping his eye on his bodyguard Keira Ticon. She was embroiled in a war dance with the pink Twi’lek Jedi, both holding their own it seemed. He let out a long worried huff of air. Perhaps he shouldn’t have brought along a bodyguard he was so attached to, as worrying about her safety was making him lose focus. However, Bane had been through a revolving door of personal bodyguards since he gained power as the figurehead for the Red Ravens. The crime boss was paranoid, erratic, foolish, tended to go rogue on missions, and mouthed off to all of the galaxy’s top ten list of Worst Folks To Mouth Off To, like the Manda’lor for instance. Keira Ticon was one of the only people who stood by his side, no questions asked and for that loyalty, he was determined not to let her down.

The Chiss turned back to the matter at hand, his Datalogger. He furiously started working on getting the backdoor access they needed, using a combo platter of his own slicing tricks and a piece of custom software he’d written called Little Brother. LIttle Brother would trawl the mirror server and quickly expose any bits of exploitable code, returning it to big daddy Chiss who would manually slice in. If the Sith forces could swarm the Republic long enough, the two slicers could begin waging digital war on the Stronghold’s antiquated computer systems. Then the fun would really begin.

Slicer Objective(s):
Slicers-- Cryax & Xenia

1. Virus coding. It was only a matter of time before Xenia was able to construct a coded monster virus, built to be launched into Republic command and fry them from the inside, thereby gaining access to previously encrypted, enemy files. Fast fingers continued to pile coded number atop coded number. Such things were rarely very quickly created, relatively speaking, and even after completion it would require an entry point-- one Cryax would have to clear primarily himself.
Virus Creation Completion: [][][][] 50%

2. Back door access point. Additionally, it would not be long before Cryax ripped through the enemy's cyber defenses, with as much help as Xenia might could offer. And when that time came, they would be granted access to a much more central grouping of networks; with a virus' aid. All the hardwired information. Schematic details, troop layout information, channel access sequences, and pseudo-administrative control over each section.
Back door access established: [][][] 40%

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Location: Kachiro City - Objective A ( Or One)
Objective: Be Supportive and stuff
Allies: [member="Kira Liadain"] | [member="Sabena Shai"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Vidar"] | [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

Soliael went reeling back from the force of the blocked bellow, forcing him to take a step away from where he had sent the force pushed.

His head shook slightly, and the ringing in his ears resounded loud enough that he didn't hear Kira's first few words. Soon enough however, he managed to hear her whispers. A smile bloomed on his face, a slight grin that told of experience and smugness in bets with her. She would feel the hint of amusement, and now mix of desire, telling her what the cost of the bet would be.

“You're on.” He simply stated, seconds before the roaring Sith Pureblood jumped towards him.

The former Sith Lord frowned, shoving his feet back into a defensive stance and pressing the lightsaber with his hands. He did not activate the weapon yet, and instead moved his palm up and forward. Invisible chains would seek to wrap around the Red Sith Lord, grasping and reaching for him.

If they latched on, Soliael would jerk his arm, throwing Vidar into a nearby tree branch.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Kachiro City
Objective: Objective A
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Faye Terrik"] | [member="Alicia Drey"] | [member="Darth Vidar"] | [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Khan Ra"] | [member="Shuduc Macar"]
Enemies: | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Kira Liadain"] | [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] | [member="Meric Nadun"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"]





The Force alerted her to the danger behind her, and she sidestepped to her right to avoid the full impact, the two blades breaking the lock from the brief impact, the trooper's body landing behind the Jedi and the Sith, causing him to do a roll and leap to his feet. Quickly the Jedi brought her blade from the left to right to hit the Sith's knee just as she recovering her balance.

Behind the Jedi, and in front of the Sith Knight, the Pubs and Wookies in their mass confusion began attacking each other. Darth Venefica had positively created the chaos needed to buy the others time, and in doing so, the small band of troops under the command of the Jedi turned on one another, slimming their number significantly, while keeping their focus off the impending attack. Her Master would have been so proud of her.

Timing was everything and if she was slow with her timing, she could very well lose her right leg. Drawing her right leg up, bending her knee in the process, so her knee was against her waist just as the blade drew close, clipping the outside of her right leg enough to cut the cloth of her clothes and burn the skin; sending pain throughout her body. The momentum of the Jedi's swing caused her body to turn slightly to the Sith's right.

The pain, merged with her hatred and anger already, from the small wound granted her strength by the Dark Side. The Jedi unaware of what was going on behind her had allowed herself to focus entirely on the Sith, which was a mistake. Snapping out quickly using the energy of the Dark Side, attempting to grip the young Jedi's windpipe via Force Choke. Even if she was able to break the connection, her lone trooper had recovered and placed the barrel of his rifle two inches from the Jedi's head, his finger half squeezing the trigger. If he was hit by a blaster shot from behind, his finger would twitch enough to pull the trigger. And the Sith Knight's blade was moving upward, the tip pointing at the Jedi's midsection.

The Sith Knight did not want to kill the Jedi, potential and everything. "There is no need for you to die today. Surrender. Move your eyes up and down that you understand this."




NPC

Spoiler

Location: Kachiro City
Controller: Darth Venefica
Forces: Nightshade Squadron- 92 transferred to [member="Faye Terrik"], 1 with Darth Venefica
Objective: Capture Kachiro
Opponents: Republic, Jedi, Wookies, Not trees

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: En route to Beachhead

Allies: [member="Rusken Shaxx"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Meric Nadun"] [member="Graxin Rade"]

Enemies: [member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Alicia Drey"]

Objective: A, Halt the Sith advance

Armand had heard of the "layered deathtrap" phenomena of Kashyyk, and as he and Ruskin reached Graxin Rade, he shook a juvenille Gorryl slug off of his boot. He shuddered but realized he was not the only one who was uncomfortable with the thought of fighting in a practically carnivorous swamp, facing an enemy like the Vong. Luckily the beach had clearer, more solid ground on which to fight and that made all of the difference when you were out-numbered. But based on the swarming masses of Sith, Vong and even Droids, Armand had a feeling that only a miracle would help them hold the line. He hoped to the Maker that Cyril couldn't sense his fear.

If only somehow the Sith's hold on the additional Graug troops which were gathered around the Tree fighting the Republic and Wookies could be broken. But there was no time to ponder alternative scenarios for this battle. The battle was right before him. He followed close besides Cyril with his blade drawn, cutting through enemies which got too near. The Droids were easier targets as machines were predictable. He fended off bolts from the droids with a combination of saber-blocking and evasive movements from his body as the small army trudged through their enemies. At a certain point, Armand almost lost control of his weapon based on the momentum he was gathering. He needed to be careful of that as he was not an expert in his weapon yet. As he cleaved a Sith soldier in half he could feel a dark presence taking root in his mind. It was not the Sith before him but the powerful Sith Lords to whom they grew closer to. Armand tried to clear his mind of all thoughts as Cyril so often advised him and let The Force flow through him.

NPCS:
Amount: 487 Peacekeepers, 200 Wookie Warriors, 960 Graug Crusaders

 

[Garik Reed]

Location: Objective B: Northeast bridge
Objective: Don't die, don't die, don't die....
Allies: [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: [member="Dredge"]

Rael's eyes widened as the wall of fire and blaster shots came at them. He heard his master's call, and joined in. He grasped at the Force, pulling it into his body. By far, this was the most energy the young Padawan had ever used. He was already dripping sweat from the heat of the SIth's fire, and knew how worse it could get. Rael raised his hands, closed his eyes, and imagined a large, impregnable bubble around them. He held it for a few seconds, aiding Gherron's cause. The Kaleesh's muscles were strained, as if they themselves were holding back the heat. 'Too...strong...' he thought, and the message went to Gherron. Rael felt like his body was cracking under the extreme pressure, and it hurt. The Sith had given Rael what he intended, pain.