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

[Taeli Raaf]

(OOC Note: This is only NPC movements, waiting on Rusken for a PC post)

Location: Beach Front Battle
Objective: (A) Take the tree, push up the beach
Allies: [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Alicia Drey"]
Enemies: [member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Meric Nadun"] [member="Rusken Shaxx"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

NPCs:
Location: Beach Front Battle
Controller: Darth Arcanix
NPCs: 9,067 Sith troopers, 11,485 Vong warriors, 4 rakamats
Opponents: [member="Graxin Rade"]'s forces

The Ravager cannons tore through hundreds of Arcanix's Vong warriors, but that did not stop the onslaught of the enraged Yuuzhan Vong. The Waves of Darkness created by Darth Vitium, a welcome advantage, swept over the battlefield. Noting the change amongst the enemy, and seeing some of them flee, the subaltern yelled in his native tongue for his forces to push the assault and kill all that stood in their path for the gods. The Sith field commander was more realistic, and even as the Vong swept through the enemy lines with their bio-weapons, he kept his men in formation, sweeping the area with blaster fire and grenades to dislodge the Ravager cannon crews. Half of his men though couldn't resist the waves of darkness and stopped attacking. They retreated to a position outside of the waves' influence and would be out of position for a time.

They couldn't be allowed to stay in position, and he gestured for some of his troopers that had stronger wills against the waves of darkness to fire rockets at the sqauds holding the cannons as well. Meanwhile, the rakamats continued on their ponderous advance, their Yaret-Kor weapons still firing molten chunks of coral at the enemy defenses and forces, almost within long range bombardment of the Republic AOL. The attacks might not be as effective yet, but they would be devastating if they got much closer.

Summary:
Lost roughly 700 Vong to the Ravager cannons, remaining Vong warriors enraged and sweeping through the Republic lines as the Waves of Darkness effect them
Half of the Sith troopers targeting any exposed Peacekeeper and targeting the Ravager crews, half of the standard Sith troopers effected as well by Darth Vitium's attack, fell back and wont be of use for two more NPC posts.
Rakamats almost within range of AOL, will be in long range bombardment zone in next NPC post

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Location: Beach Front

Objective: A; slay the Sith and stop her forces.

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

Enemies: [member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Darth Nephthys"]

From everything the Sith was talking about, right down to her fighting stance, he'd observe in silence. The best thing he could do at this moment was play defense and then unleash his surprise. His armor would help him, but he couldn't rely on it. He must take every factor into account before making his move. It also seemed that he was wrong about the Sith being a proper sport. Lightning? Typical.

The old veteran brought up his blade to meet with the bolt causing a bit of an energy flare as he guarded himself from the attack. Perhaps the woman felt the need to showcase some of her skill before she decided to unleash a full-on assault. Until then, Rusken's defense would remain the same. Through every battle the old man had come across that involved a Sith, he remembered one common factor that they all shared; exploitation and dealing in absolutes.

The sense of self-belief in a Sith was no doubt strong, perhaps even more-so than some Jedi who take up a lightsaber to defend, not maim and destroy, But that was the underlined reason, and Rusken would only draw upon the hatred within himself to combat what is only a coin toss of a difference. They were alike, really. Seeking the betterment of their own interests and trying to make the galaxy a more comfortable place to maintain and keep clean of unwanted filth.

But how much could a Sith truly withstand before collapsing from over-indulging from this easy path to power? Rusken had lived long enough to see even the most mighty fall from corruption. And because of this, they die a lonely death.

The preservation of life was what the galaxy needed, not this bloodshed that consisted of nothing more than the degradation of cities and life itself. But philosophy between the two oppositions was neither here nor there, since it seemed that beliefs on either side were lost upon each other.

But maybe... it all came down the credibility of the Sith. They were scared of losing it. Inconsistency was not an option for them. It was about time they faced reality and stopped caring about appearance. Saving face was only as good as the cause it was for.

And their cause was unworthy of reputation. They were simply liars.

Rusken kept his blade raised with anticipation, still waiting for the actual fight to come.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Location: eastern bridge
Objective: Take Yugwaargh
Sub-Objective: Get under Taheeeeeeeera's skin.
Allies: DESTINY
Enemies: [member="Taheera Sollo"], the honorable clone.

With the locking of eyes he knew she'd accepted his offer. No complaints, no negotiating terms, no asking him if it was a trick. Just acceptance.

He was beginning to like this girl.

Her motion, as expected, was quick. Precise. Accurate. But with her starting her attack from far enough to throw a javelin at him he had time enough to see where her initial strike was heading. Keeping his ground until the last possible moment he stepped to his left. As the clone found his crimson blade scraping forward on the outside of his hip armor she would probably smell something melting, then charred flesh.

But she would also find her golden blade slashing towards her right bicep, and possibly through her torso as well depending on the blade's length. If the struck landed however it would not prove fatal, nor maiming, though the burn would be quite intense, hopefully enough to stop the coming diagonal strike. Through use of an old technique Randial ensured his strike would not prove lethal. A taunting blow? Perhaps. Or perhaps he wished to capture her. Or extend her pain. One could never be certain of another's intentions after all. But one could always guess.

"You open combat with a thrust to my hip? There's something awfully phreudian to be said about that."

Randial normally hated such things as Dun Moch, but everything had it's own time. That, and in this instance he couldn't really resist himself.

 

[Reverance]

-NPC PORTION - The Organic Guard (numbers listed below) - SOMETHING IS AWRY IN THE STRONGHOLD!!!​

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"], [member="Darth Adekos"]
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

22, 247 Vong total (with all the goodies, including awaiting draxus)
--14, 500 Crab Armor - marching and stuff, some in flight.
--5,000 Crab Armor - on top of stronghold, slow trickle, like the ocean against stone
--1,000 Vondun skerr draxus - Waiting for the opportune moment to drop
--977-200 = 777 Ooglish Noxokk - Passed the northwest tower, circling the inner stronghold perimeter, putting holes in the interior branches.
-770 - 200 = 570 Vaghrokka and Vong (570 each)- Invading the stronghold. Thud bugs rain upon surprised victims and droids alike (Kian Karr and Kiyron) still. And singularity mines, don't forget about them.
-5 Grokata - Starting to feel rather sick, with ya know, throwing up so much
-20 Thrall Herders - Defending Grokata, still sad about their losses. North tribe represent. Funeral processions for fallen thrall herders will be held the sunday following the invasion.
-19 Sliviliths - Keep taunting them pubs, dey getting mad now.

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Theme:

Spoiler

What's this? What's this?
There's vong beasts everywhere
What's this?
There's sliviliths in the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eye
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Rev, this isn't fair
What's this?

What's this? What's this?
Nothing is alright
What's this?
There are peoples still alive

What's this?
The branches are lined with
Big ole' Monsters fighting
Everybody seems to be diving
Can I possibly go into hiding?
What is this?
What's this?

There are monsters falling from trees
instead of shooting people dead
They're busy shooting saplings
And absolutely missing heads

There's vong down in the shadows
Oh, I can't believe my eye
And in my heart I feel the wrath
That's coming from inside

Map for reference:
Inside the Stronghold:

[member="Kian Karr"] and [member="Kiyron"]: Watch out pubs! Next time you all drop your satchels, best look out for persecution. Typical Jedi, always blaming the wookiee for their woes. Nevermind, the Ooglith Noxokk jumped down into the stronghold itself, running along the inside perimeter. For every wookie down, a barrage of bolts were turned back towards the assailants over running shoulder. As the Wookies dropped from attacks, their satchels exploded in small black holes to eat away at the inner branches. Round and around and around we go, when will they stop? I think you know. And each Wookie killed was suddenly a floating gravimetric nothingness, slowly sinking through the branches as the black hole ate away at the wood and threatened integrity. In other news, Vaghrokka run, you monsters! As the droids fired upon the vong, the vong did what any good vongy vong would do. They dismounted and flung themselves into the interior of the stronghold, leaving some dead behind on the parapets. Crab armor works pretty good sometimes. For those left dead, singularity mines ignited, ripping holes into the bridges that connected the trees to each other (mostly on the south side). Now, the droids would feel that cool and calm sense of woe, as they were forced to split their fire between two things. Vaghrokka and their vong, who were really like running kamikaze things, forming gaping holes in the structures flooring on the opposite side of the Ooglith Noxokk. Ya know, next time, might just use Chazrach for this - way more cost effective.

For those setting up turrets, [member="Kiyron"], they would soon find Vaghrokka upon them, snarling and pincing and all around in bad moods. And then they would kill or maybe just maim. If you didn't smell like vong, you were a target. After all, they were very racist and bigoted.

[member="Gherron Vael"]: A frightened Vong is a...well, frightened Vong. Letting out a battleshriek at the nimbleness of the jedi knight, a singular vong, formerly mounted upon beetle, struck out to tackle the jedi and stabby stab with their erect amphistaff.

On top of the Stronghold:
Silent, deadly, what's that? It's Vong! Some pulled from Southwestern branch descended from Yorik-trema, now grappling to the top windblown branches of the stronghold. Like a scuba diver looking for treasure, these Vong would wade through the branches in silence, equipped with all sorts of goodies. You know how they roll. They would descend, eye open for any Wookiees in the trees. If shot, they would drop their singularity mines, to be ignited by proximity and chew their way through the canopy of the stronghold. This would occur in devious waves, Yorik-trema lifting off to pick up more stranded Vong as they continued to ferry unmolested.

Northern Highway Branch:
The Vong continued to eye that handsome devil, [member="Seamus Valik"], as they pushed hard and forward on the Northern Bridge. Now was the time for honor, yelled some random boisterous Vong. For domain and god, they proclaimed, as bile covered Vong landed at the doorsteps of the facility and began to lash out a defenses and people alike. Rocket propelled thud bugs rained down upon the fortress, eating away at what bark was still there, getting to the hearty flesh beneath. Trees began to weep sap as they cried out in echoing harmony against the barrage. Chitin carbines continued their assault as Grokata continued to feast and regurgitate as Kraetos shields consume of blaster fire and pull nutrients from their wielders.

Outside Stronghold:
Slivilith aint done nothing to nobody. Just keep swimming, just keep swimming. Another two are felled by evil pub ways. Ron-Mon and Pon-Ton, the jazziest of Sliviliths. Good luck finding a suitable mount now [member="Darth Adekos"]!

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

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

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2EhFEs2hj4​

It was an uncommon thing, the expectation to combine fighting forms. While most didn't see the fruit of such labor, it was hard for most to realize that within every form, there was something to be gained. For instance, as the strike came from his right to left at waist level, he simply lowered his right elbow and extended the wrist out, forming a low rigid guard as he anticipated a multi-phased attack. The crimson blade, held vertically upwards, blocked the side attack with relative ease, as Kana had placed herself outside of the strongest of her attack hemispheres. A body in motion stays in motion. Gabriel anticipated a strike across the left shoulder or a vertical strike, seeing as though he easily recognized Kana's prudence and favoritism towards the defensive form. In a fashion, to mirror her moves, he lifted his right arm and blocked the downward swing with a horizontally held saber.

It was in that moment, as she began to back away, that a familiar presence joined the fight. It was difficult to place the aura as it lashed out, but familiarity would set in soon enough, as Gabriel put his weight into his core and stepped back on his right foot, his right arm dropping as the blade was extinguished. As he leaned back, sort of like the limbo, the cyan bladed beam crossed in front of him, after skating across the phrik pauldron and armorweave cloak, before potentially veering towards [member="Kana Truden"]. The Sith Lord would step back two paces as he re-ignited the right handed saber and ticked his tongue.

"Tricky tricky..." He held his blades into the air, vertically and parallel, as he prepared to engage them on their newly united front.

 

[Vrag]

LOCATION: Northastern branch
OBJECTIVE: B
ALLIES: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Xenia Nastassia"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] | [member="Darth Adekos"]
ENEMIES: [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Ayden Quell"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Marakai Al'Orren"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Dak Canton"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Kiyron"] | [member="Seamus Valik"]

Spoiler: NPC

LOCATION: Northeastern branch
CONTROLLER: Vrag
FORCES: 14,650 + 150 (not fighting) | 5k further away
ENEMIES: —II—
OBJECTIVE: B

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Cheater.

Vrag realized the hypocrisy dripping off that silent judgement, but the sentiment nonetheless remained the same as she watched the Dreadguard plummet towards the ground a few kilometers away. She couldn't quite see the point of his maneuver, unless he so abhorred dying by a Sith blade that he would rather splatter against some branch or — if he was especially out of luck — against the earth itself. She wouldn't wish such an ignominious end on anybody, be they ally or foe.

There was a fierce battle raging around her, however, and she would have ample time to contemplate the best way to die when she wasn't in danger of experiencing it firsthand.

The Knight, shrouded by the assaulting troopers, moved forward in tandem with her soldiers, glad to finally engage in close-range combat. This was her territory, her hunting grounds, and the armored woman cut into the dwindling wookiee and droid forces with gusto. The fresh adrenaline pumping through her veins from the bout with the Dreadguard had her almost giddy with delight, and her Makashi footwork carried her smoothly wherever she needed to be.

Her comlink crackled with reports of casualties on the front lines, the news mitigated when the newly landed platoon commanders declared their presence to the Sith. She ordered the troops in the back, those far removed from the bulk of fighting, to focus their fire on the enemy forces targeting them from above. Shooting upwards meant that almost all the reinforcements would be involved, generating a vicious and dense spray of bolts directed at the speeders overhead.

The woman herself started closing in along with the massive onslaught of Sith troopers, her lightsaber making short work of the already decimated forces her soldiers still left standing in their wake.


TLR

• Approx. 4,500 Sith troopers focusing fire on the 400 Stinger speeders ([member="Kiyron"])
• The rest (approx. 8k) pushing forward with focused fire on the droids and wookiees ([member="Kian Karr"] & [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"])
• The frontlines (approx. 2k) have reached the last line of defense (where the turrets and the Jedi are)

 

[Thane Drexel]

Location: Space
Objective C: Eliminate the Sith Carrier
Allies: [member="Keanu Shan"] [member="Sressechka"]
Enemies: None in sight.


Thane pushed his XJ-9 to its maximum velocity, arcing high above the capital ship as Keanu took the rest of the Angel Squadron in to attack the shield generator after Thane had made his pass. He turned over and came back down. The next target were the engines. The quartet of fighters moved into position on the back of the carrier.

"Wings, one more run left in the tank? Let's get the engines. Fall in and strike!"

The four fighters made their run on the engines and unleashed their final payloads.

Actions: 8 proton torpedos on the engines

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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

Allies: [member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Spark Finn"] || @Y’all [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Darth Arcanix"]
Enemies: [member="Graxin Rade"] |[member="Elizie Adasca"] | [member="Armand Temi"] | [member="Caleb Brolen"] [member="Krest"] [member="Rusken Shaxx"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

Spoiler

NPC Troops: 6972 Graugs , 5000 Royal Guards, 2000 Vong, 1000 droids

Two thousand Graugs would move from the main force, which all totalled up to three thousand Graug pinning Meric’s forces between two sides. The rest of the Graug were send to finish securing the piers and beach, making sure they were heavily reinforced and able to hold off against prolonged assault, that way the Sith forces had a superior position and way out if things went nasty.

The rest of the forces, five thousand royal guards, two thousand vong and the thousand droids moved forward, pressing their advantage towards the bridges, in an attempt to properly secure them. Coincidentally, Finn, Vell, Neph and Carach where with these forces.

It was time to write an ending to this sad story.

Carach had been planning on assaulting Meric, but decided against it once he realized that the Sith Lord was already fighting off Drey and a couple of others. Gotta stay a touch classy in these sort of engagements. A man needed to have a code. Besides, there were other things that needed to be done anyway.

 

[Garik Reed]

Location: Objective B
Objective: Defend against the OS
Allies: [member="Gherron Vael"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Sochi Ru"]
Enemies: One Sith

Rael just nodded, there was too much pressure for him to speak. "Now!" Gherron called, and Rael followed. He let the barrier fall, and started climbing up the tree with him. He clung to branches for dear life, and felt the Force surge through him as it gave him the strength to nimbly jump up, branch to branch. He too, and a few scrapes on the sides of his head. As soon as he hit the top, his sabers came blazing out. Alas, he stopped dead in his tracks. The Padawan had never seen so much destruction and death before. Not even on his constantly at war homeworld, Kalee. He looked to [member="Gherron Vael"] in shock. "Master...I...Where are we needed?"

 

[Jack Sparrow]

Location: Quickly approaching Objective A - Kachiro Tree


The Black Pearl screamed through the Kashyyyk sky trailing a tail of dark gray smoke. Within, the crew dove frantically for fire supressors or to shunt power to boost systems or, in Captain Jack Sparrow's case, to sit in the co-pilot's chair and lament his return to the planet he had been voted to represent in the Galactic Senate.

"I go away for a time and when I return, what happens?" he asked over the sound of his beloved ship dying. His right hand reached up to silence yet another alarm while his left hand gripped the control panel before him in an attempt to keep from falling out of his seat.

Beside him, his first mate and pilot, the mighty Wookiee Dewkazza, roared in anger.

"Exactly," replied Jack. "And why, I ask you?"

Dewkazza slapped at Jack's free arm and quickly gripped the steering yoke once more, growling a cross between a plea and an obscenity.

"I don't know either, I'm afraid," said Jack. "Is this the part where we brace for impact?"

Another bolt from another ship struck the starboard side of the Pearl. Jack opened the comm. "Attention all crew, this is your captain speaking. Hello. I hope you're all still alive. As the ground approaches us quite rapidly, I wanted to take this opportunity to tell you that you've all been wonderful, and it's been an honour serving as your captain. If any of us survive, I promise there will be ice cream. In the meantime..."

The Black Pearl crashed through the top of one of Kashyyyk's mighty trees, and the comm disconnected, broken.


A Short Time Later

Jack had left the crew with the Pearl under the supervision of Dewkazza and with a rescue beacon activated, and set out on foot to try and reach his offices, or at least find someone who could provide transportation there.

"This is not my idea of a warm welcome," he declaimed aloud to the trees.

[member="Darth Nephthys"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Location: Stump of the main southwest branch, outside the gates of Kachirho
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Sochi Ru"], [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]
Enemies: [member="Reverance"], [member="Darth Praelior"], duelling [member="Darth Vornskr"]

The Force warped, and Shule threw himself up off the splinter as wood turned to shrapnel. Much of it rattled off his armor, or tangled in his over-robe and hair. A hot line flared along his left temple, and blood ran down his cheek as he landed the cartwheeling jump. A long shard of twisted heartwood bent under his weight, and bent further as he backed up to gain a little ground against Vornskr's lightsabre assault. Soresu and Makashi had been his priorities forever, and Vornskr's raw strength made the latter untenable while he was still trying to regain his balance. He resorted to Soresu's circular footwork, slipping from long splinter to long splinter one foot at a time. So many thought Soresu was about being a bulwark, but the great masters of it had always understood that it was about unhurried evasion, about knowing exactly where to be so that the incoming strike missed by inches.

As Vornskr drove him back toward the tip of a lonely heartwood spine, however, that ceased to be tenable too. He drew back a little farther than Vornskr drove him, just far enough to adjust his feet and hips into a fencer's narrow back stance. His left hand disengaged from the sabre, rose and came back for balance; his right hand shifted on the gently curved hilt, a weaker grip but a more precise one. Makashi was at its best on a long narrow battlefield, a fencing piste. Granted, it hadn't been designed for a springy surface suspended a few hundred metres above the ground.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

Location: near the Eastern bridge of destiny
Objective: defend and build up resume experience
Allies: Jedi
Enemies: [member="Randial"] who has a habit of playing with his food


A disgruntled gasp escaped her lips at the singe on her arm and the sting to her ego with his words. She felt it coming, knew her adjustment would be just slow enough not to block his attack to her arm but her reaction time saved her favorite shirt from getting a second burn along with the skin beneath. The lesson here, though, was the trumping of real life battle experience versus sparing sessions with Marvin, the Jedi temple archivist. This sith at least alluded to having a certain amount of experience on his life lessons/saber combat resume whereas Marvin had failed her.

Sorry Marvin.

"Just watch the face," she deadpanned, "I'd like to meet someone one day."

Before she finished that sentence, she moved in again, making a sixty percent jab for his chest while ready to retreat or block the sting of her own blade. She didn't go all-in until her next move, with a second jab for his right armpit, hoping to just sneak in under his armor. After all, a girl had to get to know a guy first...feel him out before taking it to the next level.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Stump of the Southwestern Branch
Objective: Objective B

• Capture / Destroy the Republic Stronghold
• Duel Shule

Allies: The One Sith

• [member="Reverance"]
• [member="Mordecai Zambrano"]
• [member="Darth Adekos"]
• [member="Dredge"]
• [member="Cryax Bane"]
• [member="Darth Praelior"]

Enemies: The Republic

• [member="Shule Windspeaker"]
• [member="Sochi Ru"]
• [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

Music: Ashes of Lesser Men by Conquering Dystopia

Vornskr pressed forth with his unrelenting onslaught, but now half of his attention was split between being aware of his footing and his blade work. This uneven, and fragile precipice they fought upon was a detriment to his aggressive fighting style, and most of the time Vornskr was making sure his feet were sturdy before he continued his attack. He pursued Shule wherever he back away to, following the smaller man relentlessly until they had reached a point where the Jedi could retreat no longer, and now made a stand to face the Sith Lord. Vornskr analyzed his opponent's movements and body language, and his study into all of the lightsaber forms granted him the knowledge to see the shifts in Shule's feet and hip that spoke of a Makashi-influenced style, and his early defense against Vornskr brought back memories of his duel with Dranok Lussk so many long years ago, for Lussk's mastery laid in Soresu.

Feeling a risky, Vornskr decided to mimic Shule's stance and incorporate elements he had learned from studying Form II into his current blade work, while still featuring elements from the other Forms. With that, he opened up with a furious barrage of slashes and chops, his blade moving like a blur against Shule's own. All the while he continued to inch forward with every strike, his intentions to eventually back Shule so far up to the edge of the heartwood spine that they were both perched upon. While tempted to utilize Dun Möch against his Jedi adversary, he feared that it might take up too much concentration away from his blade and from his footing to be utilized in an effective manner, so he remained eerily silent as he hammered away at Shule's blade.

 

[Boethiah]

Location: Kachiro City
Objective: Objective A, get sassy
Allies: [member="Darth Vidar"]
Enemies: [member="Kira Liadain"] | [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] | [member="Sabena Shai"]

Anja raised her brow, a change from her rather neutral demeanor. "Who do you think I am?", she tilted her head to the side slightly as if to continually gauge the woman as they had their little 'pep talk'. The Host Lord's vibroblade was still held firmly, she hadn't noticed the woman's lightsaber too much -- devices she's only witnessed on a few encounters. "You're rather quick to suggest.", she implied.

To be absolutely honest, she was actually uncomfortable with this person's friendly attitude. Sure it was somewhat passive-aggressive but other Jedi she had faced were far less engaging. If she known this person was Jedi Master that might explain it, the others she faced were Padawans or Knights -- less refined and perhaps less personable. In all the force users she had faced before, this one ranked up at the top as being amongst the most unusual.

Taking the moment, Anja sat crossing her legs and placing the blade weapon across them as if she intended to meditate right then and there.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Location: Inside Republic stronghold
Objective: Assist fellow Jedi in defending stronghold
Allies: [member="Rael sul B'an"] [member="T-Eya Carn"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Sochi Ru"] [member="Shule Windspeaker"]
Enemies: [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]

Almost as soon as Gherron had scaled the wall, he was attacked by one of the freakish vong creatures that were aiding the Sith. Bringing him to the ground, he stared up in disgust and mute horror as it waved some kind of snake staff around and attempted to skewer him. Dodging the point, he grabbed into the staff and flung it backward, then let go. Turning himself over then, he watched as the vong tumbled down the length of the tree, before getting back up to see his padawan next to him. "Come on Rael, there's a lot of work to do." Jumping back into the fray, he brandished his pale blue blade and killed any vong that was unfortunate to cross paths with him. It was probably the least productive thing to do, considering the sheer number of them, but one less enemy was just that, one less to take the base. And he was just okay with that idea, until he found a way to more effectively help his allies.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Kachiro City (Moving up the massive tree trunk bridge thingy to breach the city on the eastside)
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"]


She charged up the bridge closing the distance between her and the enemy, while her black eyes watched as the enemy scrambled after the initial shots rang out. The snipers managed to drop the five Wookies, as planned, but the Republic troops had rallied in time to address the two Sith bearing down on them. All their hopes of breaching the city on this side rested on those two, Darth Venefica and Khan Ra. Once an opening was created, then the others down the lower slope of the bridge could pour in and proceed with either occupying the plan B objectives and the city, or raise enough havoc and chaos to divert the attention from the beach; giving the main force time to unleash a full on assault and toss the squatters out of Kachiro city.

With a small gesture with her right hand, and with the aid of the Force, pushed aside the soldier's rifle barrel that was aimed at her; his shot slamming into a thick tree branch. Not giving the soldier time to recover, she lunged at him, lightsaber at the ready, and with one swift slash cut a diagonal cut across the front of his body, from his right shoulder down to his left hip. Swinging to her left, she struggled to bat away a couple of blaster shots, something she was never good at, and managed to her own surprise to drive her blade into his chest. Darth Venefica raised her right arm in the air and waved her hand alerting the five snipers below to move up and assist.

One trooper remained and once he saw his odds of survival had diminished with the loss of his comrades, he threw his gun down, placing his hands on the top of his helmeted head. Darth Venefica blew out a sigh of relief that they not only pulled this off, but were fortunate there was no other resistance waiting for them. The number's game was against them so they had to rely on stealth and quick decision making. And now they had created a small breach on the eastern wall, the city sprawling out before them.

She took the offered comlink from one her snipers, while another searched the Republic soldier and the remaining three setting up a small perimeter. "We are in, Faye. Commence moving the troops. Do you copy," the Dagobah Sith said into the small device.



NPC

Spoiler

Location: Kachiro City (Eastside Bridge)
Controller: Darth Venefica
Forces: Nightshade Squadron- 85 transferred to [member="Faye Terrik"], 5 with Darth Venefica, 2 taking Jedi prisoner back to HQ)
Objective: Capture Kachiro
Opponents: Republic, Jedi, Wookies, Not trees

 

[Marcus Tritum]

LOCATION: Northeastern Branch

OBJECTIVE: Stronghold
ALLIES: [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Book"]
ENEMIES:
Primary Opponent - [member="Darth Adekos"]
Vicinity Opponents - [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Cryax Bane"]

Breath hot inside my helmet, blood running down my shoulder, body aching, I stared at the twisted, smoking corpses of the fuglies and was glad I had a moment to breath. Boy, was I wrong. Ain't no rest for the wicked.

I felt really, really tired all of a sudden. Not the exhaustion of battle, this was something that ran deeper. Bone deep. Like somebody came along with a straw, drilled into my bone, and then started sucking out all the marrow. Swaying slightly, I looked down. Had I been hit and not felt it? Yes, as it turned out. By crimson tendrils that glowed, pulsing with energy. I traced them back to the source.

Hood-Sith-Guy.

Damn, this was some bad juju.

The only reason I wasn't dead yet was probably cause of my terentatek leather body glove. It offered increased resistance to most forcery, but that didn't mean I could just truck on through everything.

Gritting my teeth, I raised my Merr-Sonn until it was level with his chest, then squeezed the trigger repeatedly. Five bolts spat toward him in rapid succession. Sure, he had a lightsaber and could probably block a couple shots, but ain't you ever read history books? Jango Fett took down Jedi Councillor Coleman Trebor in four.

 

[Khan Ra]

Location: Kachiro City (Moving up the massive tree trunk bridge thingy to breach the city on the eastside)
Objective: Objective A
Allies: Darth Carach | [member="Faye Terrik"] | Alicia Drey | Darth Vidar | Anja Aj'Rou | [member="Darth Venefica"] | Shuduc Macar
Enemies: Corvus Raaf | Kira Liadain | Soliael Devin Talith | Meric Nadun | Anastasia Rade

Khan turned form throwing one trooper off teh side of the bridge to see Venefica and he rsnipers had dispatched three of the other four and were disarming the fourth. Hmph... She moved fast. Of course Khan could have taken them all out himself, it just would've taken a few extra seconds... at least that's what he told himself, and honestly believed. The young Acolyte glanced over at the sniper placing stun cuffs on the captured trooper, then over to Venefica. He was not planning on waiting for Faye's troops to move in and take the city- giving Faye the victory... However, if he went onto the city himself, alone, it would take much to long... And he'd probably get himself killed, but he of course didn't think of that. So instead of either waiting for Faye's troops, or going on and taking much to long, Khan spoke up to Venefica; "If we wait for reinforcements they'll have more time to get back here from the beach, and the Wookiees in the city will have time to rally. Every second we waste is precious. It would be much faster if we moved in now..." And possibly suicidal, but he didn't see it that way.

 

[Faye Terrik]

Location: Entering Kachiro City
Objective: Objective A
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [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"]

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Spoiler: NPCs

Location: Kachiro City (Eastside Bridge)
Controller: Faye Terrik
Forces: Nightshade Squadron- 85 temporarily.
Objective: Capture Kachiro
Opponents: Republic, Jedi, Wookies, Not trees

Faye followed behind the commanding Darth, and listened to her tasks. It sounded similar to the previous plan, but hopefully with less ambushing. As the Felecatian Acolyte and Dagobah Sith made their way into the stronghold, Faye turned to the squad; "Check your weapons. Distro ammunition to anyone who needs it. We need all of you to survive. So how about it, eh?" The relation between Faye and Venefica were akin to the 'Good cop, bad cop' on holodramas, where Faye was much more caring about the survival of the unit. She was uncertain of how much the Knight felt that way, but in the end. The more Soldiers who survive, the better the defense.

This would give her a minute to relax before the smaller branched off squad neutralized their opposition. The last thing Faye wanted to do was kick the hornet's nest while some of their group's best fighters were inside. She plucked the cigarette she had behind her ear and lit it up, finally able to finish it. She peered at Shuduc for a moment, and decided against offering a cigarette. The mask seemed that it would get in the way anyways.

The Darth's voice ringed through the comlink to Faye, hearing that they were in. Faye tossed the cigarette into the mud and grabbed her lightsaber hilt this time. "Squads, form a perimeter. I want ten man groups advancing. Cover each group as they advance." The teenager turned towards Shuduc once more and nodded before she began her walk. This is where the real fighting would begin.

Faye had stuck with the group of five, which didn't have enough for a group of ten. As each squad made their way into the city, another squad would provide covering fire. The Republic forces began to fight back, firing several volleys which grounded many of the squads behind cover. A moment of silence came from the Pub's position, but was quickly replaced by the sound of Wookiee warcries from above.

A group of six wookiees dropped down, ready to engage in melee combat. The faint buzz of a lightsaber ignition came out of Faye's lightsaber, and the crimson blade was revealed. The first charging beast was struck down, no putting up his weapon in time, but the second swing she took was intercepted by a rod-like weapon the Wookiee was using. It was lightsaber resistant too. She grunted as she pulled her lightsaber back, taking swings at various different angles. It wouldn't be until the fourth strike that she neutralized the beast.

In the distance, Republic positions resumed fire, causing the Nightshade squads to get pinned down once more. Two more of the Wookiee melee fighters were killed by alert Sith soldiers, taking precise aims to kill them before posing an opportunity to fight. Faye stepped back, catching her breath as she watched the remaining two get ready to attack.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Northeastern branch

Objective: B
Allies: [member="Reverance"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Xenia Nastassia"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Mordecai Zambrano"], [member="Darth Adekos"], [member="Dredge"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Cryax Bane"], [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="Kian Karr"]
Primary opponent: Seraphina Shel'tah

Her tactic had caught the Jedi off guard for at least a short moment, something Keira would have to remember for later. Thus far it seemed that traditional techniques and strategies known to most saber wielders were what Seraphina had been expecting in this fight, and she was delivering anything but. Early on she'd learned the advantages of creating your own maneuvers while still utilizing some of what was anticipated, creating a mix of combative approaches that most were unprepared to counter. There had been a time, when she still claimed the mantle of Jedi as her own, that her thought processes had been much the same, in the sense that she only looked out for the previously thought out attacks instead of those that could be thought up at the spur of the moment. Much had changed in the years that had passed since then.

Muttering a curse in Old Corellian when she felt the pull, or rather, push, of the Force on her saber arm she didn't bother to counter the motion, in fact allowing the weapon to fall from her grasp. It was seconds afterwards, while she reached for the weapon both physically and with the Force with her opposite hand, that she felt the burn of Seraphina's blade on her right hand, though her reflexes were fast enough to hopefully prevent any permanent damage to at the very least the nerves. With a twitch of her fingers she called the weapon back into her hand, igniting it once more and looking on her opponent with a new appreciation of her skill. Perhaps this one was more than your average Jedi. That was well and good, because she wasn't the Sith that Seraphina had most likely come expecting either.

Finally noticing the feeling of eyes on her she let her gaze stray to the side just briefly, smirking slightly at his apparent concern. That was a new one. She spoke to him through telepathy, "Do you really care that much now? I'm flattered." Not wanting to sidetrack herself anymore than was necessary she turned her attention back to her Jedi adversary, once more not bothering with any sort of formal fighting stance, doing what she was comfortable with rather than what was expected, simply shifting her feet shoulder width apart and otherwise holding her saber in her left hand, grip loose.

This time she didn't deign to make the first strike that would bring them back together for another brief but deadly dance, standing her ground as the battle continued to wage around them. Her focus was narrow, her only concern being any threats in the immediate area. It was a tunnel vision not uncommon to most, but while her physical senses were grounded on the fight at hand her sixth sense granted her by the Force was constantly scanning the entirety of the treetops for anything that might turn the tide of the invasion towards either side. The engagement did, for the most part, seem to be rather evenly matched on both sides. All the better for those seeking something of a challenge, such as her.

"Are you just going to stand there?"

 

[Kira Talith]

Location: Kachiro City - Objective A ( Or One)
Objective: Snark and PARLAY
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"]

"I dunno, you seem to be in close proximity and collaboration to those who seek to take over this little patch of woods," Kira would sass right back.

Ever the friendly one.

To what some folk may consider passive-aggressive, well there wasn't a single bone of hers that would label Kira as such. Then again, she was an odd one.

She did tackle a sith on Metalorn... told him to parlay and give himself over. At the same not ten minutes later she was protecting the Sith from Republic blaster fire.

Then there was also the other Sith she saved from getting coup de grade at point blank after he'd surrendered.

Was she weird? Probably, but she took very seriously that every life was important. Even more so when they were placed under her protection.

"So, again, my offer. Surrender and i'll guarantee your protection under my direct supervision.

Or... just leave this shingdig and get on your merry way."