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

[Kana Truden]

Objective B - Protect Stronghold
Location: Meeting old enemies
Allies: [member="Flint Dexen"]
Enemies: [member="Reverance"]
Special Equipment: Lumen Mk. I

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There was something about fighting this Sith Lord in particular. As much as she wanted to hold things against him she simply couldn’t. The man knew what he was doing and it broadcasted in the way he acted and spoke. It was that hint of confidence that seeped into his ways. The way he blocked her first attack and then the second in an effortless set of motions garnered him her respect just as it had on Manaan.

In a sense she found it weird. Here she was fighting her opponent yet rather than fear or even outright despise the man she found herself in a state of admiration. Part of her felt guilty about it, but another told her it was the right thing to do.

A saber came her way and it wasn’t Reverance, it was Flint. His saber barely missed her arm and what had initially been a panicked, shocked and half-worried expression of her face soon turned back into the cold stoned veil that she had worn only seconds ago.

How long ago was Metellos? It felt like a lifetime ago. Kana held back the urge to smile at Dexen. Instead she nodded a hello and went back to keeping track of Reverance. It had been a tricky move indeed.

A message was relayed to Knight Dexen’s mind. ‘We need to strike as a team. I’ll go first and you go second. Two is better than one and together we can without doubt arrest this man.’

Wasting no time getting to work she swung again in a predictable manner. Her first move was a swing from her right. Saber in both hands it reached for his left waist again before she retracted it in what became a horizontal slash from her left aimed at his right shoulder. It didn’t stop there but rather she followed it up by a diagonal slash at his left shoulder.

Would she cross the hemispheres again? Hopefully not.

 

[Marakai Al'Orren]

Location: NARROW EASTERN BRIDGE of Yugwaaargh
Objective: B - Defend the stronghold from the dang Sith all up in mah bidness!
Allies: [member="Rael sul B'an"] | [member="Book"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Flint Dexen"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Ayden Quell"] | [member="Sophia Walsh"] | [member="Sochi Ru"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="T-Eya Carn"] | [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] | [member="Ta'mur Rokar"] | [member="Seamus Valik"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Gherron Vael"] | [member="Shule Windspeaker"]
Enemies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]
Enemy Engaged: [member="Xenia Nastassia"] & [member="Cryax Bane"] & Their Damned Droid Posse
Music: Avenged Sevenfold “This Means War”

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There was something to be said for the beauty of a battle.

Adrenaline coursed through her veins, bolstered by the Light channeling through her senses. This was what she was born to do. Though her physical abilities were an accident of genetics, a peculiar commingling of two shape-shifting species, it was her abilities within the Force that made her an even more unique creature.

Perhaps a monster, but no less a warrior of the Light.

Marakai’s amber blades flashed through the air, sending blaster bolts in every direction, including at the advancing Sith troops. Organic troops she’d tear into soon enough...but the droids before her were proving to be a challenge she could relish. Their construction was impeccable, and their programming...she’d never encountered anything like it before. If most droids thought inside a box, these droids had programmed to think outside of it. To think and react creatively.

Their creator was a karking genius.

One of them was on, pardon the expression, on its last leg...yeah, she thought it, and admit it, so did you. Feline eyes of brilliant gold looked out of Marakai’s now human features as she flew in to press her attack. But something wasn’t right. The droid she’d nearly torn apart had staggered back and raised its shattered weapon into the air.

It felt like a storm suddenly brewed overhead, and in a flash of light, she closed her eyes tight, trusting to the Force. Her Force Push had been strong, perhaps strong enough to ameliorate some of the damage coming, and everything happened at once-

-a warning shouted to Stali both verbally and mentally-

-shrapnel tearing through the left side of her face, tearing her cheek, ear, and eyelid to ribbons as she turned-

-the concussive force enough to send her slamming back against the base of the turret-

Marakai crumpled to the bridge, trained reflex tightening her grip on her sabers to retain them as she fell. The blades extinguished with a press of the button, her senses nearly overwhelmed with pain. Were it not for Master Rekali’s meditation, and the hell her early life had been, that would have been it.

But she was sunk into the welcome warmth of the Force, and even if she were to die, there was no fear. There was still the certainty of purpose, which she clung to as she clamped down on the pain to control it. She’d been to hell before, and this was...comparable. While she could not heal the wounds, to her face, she could at least stop the bleeding with an application of the Force and a twist of her shape shifting abilities. They were minor, those Shi’ido gifts, but invaluable as she used them to hold her tattered flesh in place.

Did it look grotesque? Feth yes.

Did she need a Healer? Absolutely.

Was she going to get one? Hell no. There was a war on.

She got as far as getting to her knees before she threw a shield up over herself, needing a moment to recover the wind that had thoroughly knocked out of her. She could feel at least one cracked rib as she breathed, more than one also likely, and that would make the transformation painful if it became necessary. She had never been so thankful for her armor than she was in that moment. Anything less and she’d have been dead.

If she lived through this, she’d likely wish she was.

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

Location: NARROW EASTERN BRIDGE of Yugwaaargh
Objective: B - Defend the stronghold from the dang Sith all up in mah bidness!
Allies: [member="Rael sul B'an"] | @Book | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Flint Dexen"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Ayden Quell"] | [member="Sophia Walsh"] | [member="Sochi Ru"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="T-Eya Carn"] | [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] | @Ta'mur Rokar | [member="Seamus Valik"] | [member="Marakai Al'Orren"] | [member="Gherron Vael"] | [member="Shule Windspeaker"]
Enemies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | @Vrag | [member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]
Enemy Engaged: [member="Xenia Nastassia"] & [member="Cryax Bane"] & Their Damned Droid Posse

When Mara had shifted, he had as well, seeing little point in retaining such a form - it would be easier to make use of the Force with the greater capabilities of manipulation granted by his more human form. While Mara dealt with the droids, he had taken the other side, keeping watch at her six with a hearty Force-formed barrier pointed at anything that might come from behind her. He didn't stand -directly- behind her, as that would put him in her way if she required backward motion for any reason. It was as thus that he remained, while she tore through droids that it most certainly did not take two Felacatians to dispatch, until what he could not have foreseen occurred.

Next thing he knew, he heard the distinct sound of blaster bolts and metal flying apart in one moment, his young cousin crumpling to the bridge in the next, and several points of sharp pain rippling across the upper left quadrant of his back, the hardest digging in and making a dent in his left shoulder blade, another impacting between ribs, and several smaller ones embedding a good ways partly into his skin, the only resistance being provided by the billow of the simple robes he wore. Teeth gritted and he seethed, but he did not go to her. His training was such, his knowledge of the limits of her body was such that one glance, one knowing glance told him she would be fine, but she had certainly taken the brunt of the flying shreds of what was once a droid, and she looked it. His face furled in some approximation of a grimace, his focus already having turned to what was clearly a droid that had done this.

Stay strong, Marakai. We will come out of this. There is much we need to learn from one another, teach one another, it would seem.

He dropped the barrier and turned around, eyes narrowing... one of which he had narrowly escaped losing on Manaan, the proof written up the furthest edge of the right quadrant of his face, into his hair, and notching the furthest edge of the most cartilaginous portion of his right ear. The woman that done this to him was given much the same treatment in kind, an eye-for-an-eye reaction on his part. He erected the barrier again and took quick visual analysis of the damage, calculation of trajectory, point of impact... all in the name of determining the place from which the shot had come that turned another droid into shrapnel. It was educated guesswork, but he was fairly confident in his conclusions.

Your turn to watch my six, gorgeous.

With those words, one of his newest hilts leapt into his right hand, and he thumbed it to life, a crack-wzzt issuing as the orange blade spilled forth, a fine match to the vibrant citrine colour of his eyes. As the smoke cleared, he noted one of the two droids (the active one) scurrying for one form of ammo or another, and with a judicious application of Force on top of his already naturally brutal speed (can you say the Flash?!) he advanced on the searching NN-2, and wasted no part of that second in his intention to cleave the droid's head from its body, in a motion not too unlike a batter smacking the ball far afield for a home run, a fierce and intense expression dominating his features in the midst of the act. All the while, his senses monitored the other NN2... and the NN-K, as unseen as it might be, for any sudden movements.

Any pain he felt from the shrapnel in his back and subsequently from his own movements was ultimately nothing.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: The Beach| Short/long term: Dominate. | Secured the piers and beachhead -- Securing the bridges-

Long term Objective A: Capture the Tree | Short term: Moving to the tree, securing Kachiro bridge.
Allies: [member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Spark Finn"] || @Y’all [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Alicia Drey"]
Enemies: [member="Graxin Rade"] |[member="Elizie Adasca"] | [member="Armand Temi"] | [member="Krest"] [member="Caleb Brolen"]
Directly Engaging: | [member="Corvus Raaf"] I'm coming for you bbyboo | [member="Jack Sparrow"]




The beach was getting swarmed by One Sith Forces that would push through in the thick mess. More Graug would fall, but for their sacrifices one saw the securing of the piers, beachhead, while the rest of the Royal Guard and drois went swarming over Kachiro's bridge.

They would claim it for their own.

Yuuzhan-Vong would fall, their cries to Yun-Amon cast to the heavens. All the while, Nephthys would move forward with the Vong forces and half of the Royal guards towards the tree, the fight to claim it had begun.

Their objective stood like a majestic tower before them. A sneer would draw over her lips under the Yuuzhan crab armor mask.

It would fall to the One Sith tonight.

And if Fate should decide that she was to come across the Senator of Kashyyk, [member="Jack Sparrow"] -- all the better.

Spoiler

NPC Actions:
Controler: Nephthys
Objective: Securing areas of the city and pushing republic forces to Kachiro Tree
NPC Troops: 6672 Graugs,
Graug
889 - At Meric's back flanking over running his forces
1765 at meric's front subjugating or killing forces
2245 secured the beach and the piers
1773 locking down the beach.

2850 Royal Guards - Securing kachiro Bridge
954 droids - Securing Kachiro Bridge

1896 Vong pushing to the retreating republic forces to Tree
2000 Royal Guards pushing to the tree

 

[Ashin Varanin]

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


Around him, more leaping Vong impaled themselves; below, the immense branch carried the army to its death. Those who made the final charge successfully faced a short stump -- limited space already occupied by a brawl between Wookiees, Jedi Masters, Republic troopers, turrets and Blackblades, not to mention the occasional ballistic Sithspawn and Can-cell air cover. There was no space here to set up for any kind of concerted assault against the gates.

But the rest of the war, as of now, had no relevance for him. His reality, apart from his situational awareness, condensed to the long narrow piece of wood upon which he and the Sith Lord balanced. He had no intention of being driven farther back.

Enacting that was the issue. For every power strike Vornskr threw in, some of them cunningly fast, Shule had to calculate a parry rather than a block. Good solid blocks would send him over the edge for a long fall. Flicking redirections angled Vornskr's blade aside, used each hard hit's momentum in an attempt to compromise the Dark Lord's balance, draw him into committing just a little too hard. Maybe it would make him slip on the edge, or maybe it would just make him worry about slipping on the edge, inject a little hesitance into his assault.

For a dizzyingly lucid moment, Shule strongly considered grabbing Vornskr and hurling them both to their deaths.

 

[Caleb Brolen]

Location: Beach
Objective: A- Stop Sith
Allies: Jedi and Pubs but no one near me
Enemies:[member="Darth Nephthys"]

I cut through the Vong and Graug that came near me but most of the time I was just trying to get to that Sith. If I could take her down the army might rout or I could hold out until reinforcements came.

I slashed through one then jumped over the other ones head with a flip. I used the force on a royal guard sending him flying backwards into a heavy weapons team knocking them over.

I kept fighting until I got up to the female Sith. I yelled out over the sounds of gunfire "Tell your forces surrender Sith or will I have to cut the head off the snake". I hoped that she surrendered but then that would be too easy.

I pointed my lightsaber at her waiting for her reply though I had a guess to what it might be.

 

[Khan Ra]

Location: Kachiro City (Eastside, heading to the Claatuvac Guild
Objective: Objective A
Allies: Faye Terrik, [member="Darth Venefica"], Shuduc Macar
Enemies: Corvus Raaf, Kira Liadain, Soliael Devin Talith, Meric Nadun, Anastasia Rade, Giant shag carpets with teeth

Khan growled as he heard the incoming war cries of the Wookiee warriors. They'd wasted too much time. More delays! He was tired of the kriffing delays! The Felactian quickly moved behind cover, a large twisting Worshyr branch that protruded from the trunk and partially looped over the bridge, while Bowcaster bolts and Republic trooper fire whizzed past them. More delays! At this rate they'd never get to the city in time- rather then for their victory they'd be known for their failure. They had wasted too much time! Khan listened to Venefica briefly as she gave orders, and nodded. As much as he disliked taking orders from her he had little time to complain. The Felactian nodded to the snipers before speaking. "Focus fire on the Wookiees, they're the real threat. Conserve ammo, take headshots when possible, one shot elsewhere won't take them down." Khan lookked over the snipers a moment. Only five men? Very well- it would mean all the more if he had a victory- five men led by Khan Ra taking a city... With that thought to motivate him, Khan stepped out of cover, quickly moving forwards accross the wide bridge, taking the route farthest from Venefica where she was gathering attention. The more attention she gathered, there would be less soldiers trying to kill Khan. The Felactian and his five troops moved along the edge of the battle, off through the main gates of the city. Most of the remaining inhabitants were either part of the ambush or at the beach- there would't be much resistance... Or so he thought until he heard the nearby growl of Wookiees. Not many of them; six or seven broken off from the main ambush party. But they'd notice Khan and the snipers sneaking into their city. In an instant Khan looked them over- three carrying bludgeoning weapons made of small logs and metal, four carrying bowcasters. Three of those four firing almost as soon as Khan saw them.

Though Khan had little to no training and his battle skills were mediocre at best- he was still fast, that was genetically coded into his species. Khan quickly moved aside as bowcaster quarrels whizzed by, the heat radiating from their energy jacket singing his short fur as they passed. The snipers fired; one bowcaster- weilding Wookiee dropped, as did two of the ones approching with their melee weapons. However, the bolt fired into the third log-weilding wookiee's chest only suceeded in makig it angry... and making it run forwards directly at Khan.

Khan stepped to the side quickly as the raging Wookiee barreled forwards ang swung his massive weapon. The Felactian stepped back, trying to make enough distance between him and the Wookiee for the snipers to intervene. However, they were distracted fighting back against the remaining bowcaster-weilding natives. Blaster bolts from the five snipers and quarrels from the bowcasters whizzed through the air while Khan repeatedly dodged and side stepped the Wookiee. This was wasting time, wasting energy.... The Felactian swung his vobroblade at the Wookiee's outstrecthed arms. However, this time by either sheer luck or the concetration that came with life or death situations, the blade struck correctly. The Wookiee, now with one less arm, howled in pain and rage just before he was finally shot by one of the five snipers. Khan, breathing slightly heavier then normal, stared at the Wookiee for a fraction of a second, before looking behind to where the Wookiees that had been firing on them lay, downed from balster bolts. The young acolyte quickly glanced back at his troopers. Four of the five seemed fine- though one's right arm was hanging loosley with a huge dent in his shoulder armor where a Wookiee's weapon had hit. They had no time for first aid. "Continue to the Guild" Khan growled as they moved into the city. If there was one more interruption...

(Tl;dr: Heading through the city towards the Clattuvac Guild, got attacked by a few wookiees, killed them with sniper fire, one of my five snipers are injured.)

Edit: I forgot the NPC header
Location: East Kachiro City, heading to the Guild
Controller: Khan Ra
Forces: 5 snipers
Objective: Clear the way, sort of kind of, to the Clattuvac Guild. Kill Wookiees and Pubs.
Opponents: Republic, Jedi, anything except Khan with fur.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Location: Near the Eastern Bridge, slightly to the left of Destiny
Objective: 2 / B, Conquer Yugwaaargh
Sub-Objective: Make some squash
Allies: The hearts and minds of impressionable young Sith everywhere
Enemies: [member="Taheera Sollo"], whose gonna meet somebody alright.

"As you wish."

If Randial knew the innermost thoughts of the woman in front of him perhaps he'd ask her why she brought her favorite shirt to a battleground on a dirty forest world. Or perhaps why she thought sparring with Marvin the Archivist was a good simulation for combat. But alas, he did not, so such opportunities for more berating were lost to time.

With her now being in such close proximity he wasn't sure if he could evade her next hit, her first strike was quick, and now the distance between them was much shorter. But her next strike came slowly, or at least slowly in as far it wasn't as fast he'd seen her move before. A feint perhaps? Randial wasn't sure, but he couldn't take that chance. Her golden blade came from his right, pushing away at her torso stab and also unwittingly redirecting her second blow. Where her second strike might have been aimed for his right armpit it found itself to the edge of his left shoulder, impaling him just to the right of his bone. The pain of the strike was immense. His mesh undersuit melting and burning at his skin only made it worse. But Randial was of a tough mind. He'd live through the pain.

His body though? It wanted to scream. In fact, it didn't want to scream. It did scream, shrieks of pain and burning. His momentum still turned his body towards his blocking slash, pulling him to orient himself where his right shoulder was perpendicular with the clone's body. His left foot would make a Force-Speed enhanced step towards her, aiming to trap a foot of hers under his greater weight, though he did grimace in pain as he did so. His hip was still burning from her opening strike. One his foot was planted Randial would take advantage of him pushing her strike away from their torso's and bring her golden blade to strike a diagonal strike, starting at her right shoulder and coming down towards her left hip. Again, if it struck it would not be lethal or maiming, instead filling her body with an intense burn.

Perhaps lethality was not Randial's intention after all.

 

[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"]
Primary Opponent: [member="Varus Shatterstar"]
Enemies: [member="Shule Windspeaker"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Ayden Quell"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] [member="Marakai Al'Orren"][member="Sochi Ru"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Dak Canton"] [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="Seamus Valik"]

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: ([member="Kian Karr"] and his slicing team)


Now that the two slicers were in the Stronghold’s networks, the party had begun. As Xenia focused on taking control of the turrets, Cryax had his sight set on the Stronghold’s radar. He heard the other slicer talking to him, but was too laser-focused on his Datalogger, to give the Xenia more than a simple shake of his head. Once the Chiss started slicing he did so with an obsessive preoccupation, especially under pressure. He became a dog with a bone, his sole focus: mastering his opponent’s network. Cryax began to use the backdoor access he’d wrested from the network to reverse engineer the code of the Stronghold’s entire radar system. It would take a few precious minutes he wasn’t sure he had, but if successful, the Rebel’s radars inside Yugwaaargh would go haywire.

Suddenly Acid’s voice piped back on his commlink. “Bossdude! Why’d you hang up on me? I was just about to tell you we was trawling for signals in space, and it looks like there might be some ships on their way. Permission to focus our efforts on enemy ships.”

Good girl. “Permission granted, Acid. Make sure their systems are strained," snapped the Chiss right back into his commlink. Then he promptly went back to his slicing until out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure moving at almost preternatural speed, and the man was headed his way.

Through the smoke and blaster fire, Cryax spied two purple light-sabers spinning through the air, cutting through his droids. and possibly Xenia’s. it was hard to tell with so many metal limbs flying. A robed Jedi was making a beeline for him, his blue eyes frozen right on the Chiss. Little did Cryax know this was [member="Varus Shatterstar"] who had once apprehended him on Nar Shaddaa for illegally slicing and rerouting a ship, robbery, aggravated assault, destruction of property, noise pollution and littering. Those last two felt trumped up, but as the other charges weren't, Cryax didn’t bother to fight them. After wheedling his way out of a jail sentence on Anaxes with promises to pay for the damage, most specifically for the parts of [member="Kana Truden"]’s ship which he’d demolished with two thermal detonators, the Jedi had let him go. Forgiveness. It would always be the Jedi’s downfall against a snake such as Bane. Varus had been fully armored during the entire dust-up on Nar Shaddaa, so his face had never been seen by the Chiss.

“Pretty boy, eight o’ clock!” he shouted to [member="Keira Ticon"], hoping she was in earshot. In case she didn’t get to him in time, he raised his Czerka slug thrower and fired in the Jedi’s direction. The Chiss was no trained soldier, rather he had the shooting form typical of a spray and pay Outer Rim gangster, but he was known to get a lucky shot or two. Knowing Keira, she wouldn't waste any time cutting him off before the Jedi could swing his sabers.

Slicer Objective
Cryax Bane

Slicing into Stronghold Radar System
Completion: [][][] 20%

 

[Kira Talith]

Location: Kachiro City - Objective A ( Or One)
Objective: Welp -- this is gonna get interesting.
Allies: [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Sabena Shai"] [member="Veino Garn"]
Enemies: The Stupid Smelly Sith! [member="James Mathison"] [member="Darth Vidar"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

Things kinda went downhill when Big Red decided to attack.

That flare of anger came from Sol, but it was as much of a warning as it was an acknowledgment of his emotional state. The Angraal crystals would keep them both level headed and calm due to its natural properties, but it wasn't a dull all.

Soliael was there to be her Knight in Shining armor - ohhhhhhh that's an IDEA!! - NO KIRA FOCUS!

Well, it was clear one area of this dancing party was very pro not talking while the other wise.

So time to kick it up a notch.

She gave a slight grimace to the woman. "Sorry chat time is over."

"I'll take that as a no to my parlay."

And in the next instant Kira would lift her hands. The Force would surge in her and suddenly go blasting out towards Anja -- but not in an offensive attack.

More of a root.

Force Stasis was a more potent version of Force Stun. Kira would use the Force to deaden the senses of an enemy, attempting to inducing a near-catatonic state and in effect freezing Anja in place. This power was very useful when the Force-user was stuck in tight spots against a superior number of foe --- or like Kira, who wasn't into aggressive uses.

If she could put the woman in a stasis right then and there without doing her any harm, all the better.

 

[Jack Sparrow]

Location: Approaching Kachiro Beach
Allies: None in sight
Enemies: None at the moment
Directly Engaging: [member="Darth Nephthys"] soon enough

Whoever it was that was attacking, they were certainly being loud about it; crashing through trees, screaming, shooting, shooting, bombing, and shooting more. Ships screamed through the sky like massive, angry raptors, burning trees as they flew, firing on targeted movement on the ground. For his part, the pirate captain and current politician had stayed within the massive trees of his adopted planet, the better to remain unnoticed. But now he was coming upon Kachiro Beach, a requirement for him to reach Kachiro Bridge, which was unfortunately where the man needed to go, if only to make sure his offices and the currency and expensive liquors he'd secreted away (some would have said stolen) were still safe.

Drawing a deep breath, Jack waited for anything that resembled a pause in the incessant combat, crouched, took a deep breath, and stepped out from behind a tree.

Which was the precise moment when he was spotted.

 

[Veino Garn]

Location: NE of Kachiro City
Objective: A- Defend the treehome
Allies: [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Sabena Shai"] [member="Kira Liadain"]
Enemies: [member="James Mathison"] [member="Darth Vitium"] (And the shared feelings)
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Veino activated his lightsaber as the opponent came down from the tree, but staggered as waves of darkness and feelings of despair washed over them, shadowing the sun and leaving him feeling like he was trapped underwater. He brought his own blade up in a Soresu guard to parry the two strikes automatically, more out of habit than anything else, and he stepped back to give himself more time.

A storm raged at his mind, pounding against his barriers and hissing at his sense of self. Give up, it whispered. All is lost. No, that was not an option. They already had far too many victories. Kashyyyk would not fall, but how could he stop.

Emotions. This was an emotional attack from an outside source. That he could work with. Still holding his lightsaber up in Jedi Ready, right foot back, and lightsaber vertical on his right side, he dove into the Force, wrapping it around himself, drawing it forth from the life that surrounded him, not unlike a web of golden cords.

Still, it was strained, as if he couldn't quite catch his breath. Still he closed his mind up further, and the emotional assault dropped to a muffled roar, frothing and clawing at his mind. Still, his mind would hold. It had faced worse before. He'd kept it under control on Zeltros of all places.

A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead as he refocused on the duel at hand, shifting out of the Jedi ready. He wasn't particularly fond of it, and instead switched to his own, hilt held in both hands in front of his waist and the blade extending up across his torso and pointed slightly away.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

Location: near the Eastern bridge of destiny
Objective: defend and tussle and send the sith her dry-cleaning bill
Allies: Jedi
Enemies: [member="Randial"] a.k.a the Dread Pirate Roberts

There was something to be said about a healer able to feel the pain of others, intimately. Her genetic disposition toward the skill always made it difficult for the clone to block it out. The NPCs over yonder were a little easier to put on mute but with her proximity to this sith and her being the direct cause of his agony was offsetting and unsettling.

She cringed but not just from the pressure over the top of her left foot.

With her position compromised, she immediately retreated with her right foot and came shoulder to shoulder with the sith before she let her body slacken and fall, much like falling into a base-sliding position in smashball. The bite of the golden-blade missed her shoulder because of her twist and fall but it kissed deeply against her abdomen toward her hip-bone just before her back slammed against the rough bark of the branch. Involuntary moisture streamed from the corners of her eyes at the pain as she managed to bring the crimson blade back up, between her body and that dragon tongue of fire. A groan escaped the back of her throat.

It seemed her favorite shirt was no longer her lucky shirt. Although, she imagined she should be dead by now. He was cutting her up like a canvas but not like a pizza. What was his game?

The question lingered at the back of her mind, unspoken. She didn't give the sith enough time to gloat...or to gloat too much because she saw a flash of something familiar out of the corner of her moisturized-eye. Free-hand snatched it up.

Her blaster.

Finger held no hesitation as it squeezed off two blue-stun bolts up at the sith, one for the hand that held her lightsaber and one at his exposed face.

 

[Boethiah]

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

Anja turned her head towards Vidar as he made the sudden commotion and began to hurtle towards Kira. At this moment she knew their little talk would be over; unfortunately violence had a tendency to do that. Wasting no time she jumped up to her feet just as she noticed the Jedi was preparing an attack in her direction -- rather than wishing herself caught in its path she made a move; practically cartwheeling--less gracefully--out of the way.

Her feet landed into the soil, the metallic tips of her boots dug into it shallowly to make stop to her haste; the humid air ripped past her ears in the sudden motion. The vibroblade, now in her left-hand, proceeded to be activated, bursting to life with ultrasonic energy as if tiny explosions were moving up and down the blade. Blade in hand, and force in the other, Anja turned with her elbow pumped back and released a blast of energy directed at the woman as her swordarm prepared for their duel.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Location: Near the Eastern Bridge of Destiny
Objective: Conquer
Sub-Objective: Increase Dry-cleaning bill
Allies: Uhhhhhh
Enemies: [member="Taheera Sollo"], the cheater-cheater-pumpkin-eater

As the clone fell backwards Randial would swing his lightsaber at her right hand. Like before the damage would be non-maiming, burning in nature. The heat would make weilding a weapon uncomfortable, and if it hit his lightsaber still in her hand it would likely short out the lightsaber as well, melting circuitry to the point of uselessness. With saber hopefully disabled and opponent laying on the ground it seemed victory was his, but alas it seemed the clone Jedi was not as honorable as she appeared. Fairer hands snatched at a blaster. His surprise appeared genuine, Randial's hand was struck by a stun bolt causing it to go limp, though a quick telekinetic grip aroung his hand stopped him from dropping it completely.

Plunging atop the back-to-the-ground Taheera Sollo he managed to avoid the second shot, it passing over where his head used to be. His knees would go atop her legs, his left hand on her right tricep. His right hand was limp. saber only in it due to telekinetic interference, but he attempted to strike with it anyways, despite accuracy not being guarenteed. If he wasn't wildly off, which he might have been, he'd have impaled the blade into her shoulder. With Alter Damage stopping the blow from it's normal lethal power it would burn and singe at her skin, but as the blade stayed in place it would continue to burn and usher in a terrible pain. The goal was to put her in enough pain to drop her weapon, and enough pain that moving her shoulderblade to try and attack was a lost cause. With no idea as to Taheera's pain tolerance he didn't know if it would work, but it was a plan. His other hand would be working to make sure she wasn't punching at his stomach from the other side. If all went according to plan he would have her pinned down, and this would all be over soon.

 

[Reverance]

-NPC POST ONLY- Legion Yun'Do - SOMETHING IS STILL AWRY IN THE STRONGHOLD!!!​

Location: Stronghold
Objective: Objective B. This is Reverance and today I will be your dungeon master. Please prepare your dice for rolling (j/k)
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"], [member="Ayden Quell"], [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"], [member="Rael sul B'an"], [member="Layna Akhora"], [member="Seamus Valik"], [member="Kiyron"]
Forces:

Spoiler

20,597 Vong total (with all the goodies, including awaiting draxus)
--14, 500 - 350= 14,150 Crab Armor - Marching and completely regrouped. They at the door now, which really should be pretty rough at this point considering...ya know...blast bugs.
--5,000 - 500 = 4500 Crab Armor - dey coming for you pubs, like swimming through mud
--1,000 Vondun skerr draxus - They are preparing for real this time, for orbital drops and stuff
--777 - 200 = 577 Ooglish Noxokk - Made it to the Southwest tower, just chugging along like good Vong on the inner structure.
--570 - 200 = 370 Vaghrokka and Vong (370 each)- Singularity mines are chewing away at the inner bark and stuff. Despair jedi, despair!
-5 Grokata - Sudden onset of acid reflux...need tums.
-20 Thrall Herders - Defending Grokata. Just nomming on stuff.
-19 Sliviliths - Oh happy day!

Theme:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mr7EBuz-2xI​

Map for reference:
Inside the Stronghold:
[member="Gherron Vael"]: GHHHHHHhAAARRGGG! That's what the Jedi Knight would have heard, flinging that poor frightened Vong from the parapets. That guy had a family, man. Anyway, as he tumbled, the singularity mine ignited as he rolled, sucking up tree bark and Vong together into the darkness of the black hole, as it moved towards the shadowland. Unfortunate for this young Jedi Knight, the Vong within the stronghold were given one true mission: don't die without activating singularity mines. So even as he chopped them down with ease, he would suddenly be presented with a gaping miniature black hole, sucking and sweltering as it chewed away at the vong carcass and bark beneath.

[member="Kian Karr"]: In true fashion of cleverness, the attacking vong, once mounted on beetles, brandished...POCKET SAND! Well, no, it wasn't pocket sand. It was magma pebbles. Little rocks with magma, specifically made to eat away at YVH armor. Like little snappers, the rocks would jut out, through barrage of thud bugs, to eat away at armor and circuitry inside. A single Vong, in angry bellows, charged with an ampistaff into a barrage, angered by the blasphemous replication of their image in the hollow red orbs of the offending droids. Remember though, as these vongs and their mounts worked to distract and blow stuff up, singularity mined and what not, their wookiee ooglith noxokks brethrens continued to circle the inside of the stronghold, running in tandem as armor soaked up fire, what little it could. Singularity mine implosions began to pop like buttery popcorn, delicious and destructive and likely not good for blood pressure. And then eruptions would occur on the other side of the running pack, plasma eels launched from waistlines and sent reeling like small little spears. Upon hitting the southeastern side, they would erupt with the power of thermal detonators. From across the stronghold, the floor would begin to moan as the sculptors continued to chisel away at the inner branches. It wouldn't be long now.

[member="Sochi Ru"]: Never quite seen this before, thought a dying vong as he ignited his own singularity mine...quite close to the one being enclosed by a barrier. Never before had he seen such a display of power, that a stinking blasphemous Jeedai could contain what was essentially a black hole, inside their wicked powers. It would take a lot of power, he thought, quite a bit indeed, as his mind drifted to thoughts of domain and God. Quickly, he was sucked into the singularity mine backwards, the bark beneath following in chewed out fragments.

On top of the Stronghold:
[member="Kian Karr"]: If the Vong were prone to giggle fits, being tickled by a groping can-cell would have been enough to cause hysteria. However, Vong strong and no laugh and crush and destroy. As the freaky native lizard insect things gripped against the weight of the diving vong, currently trying to sink into the stronghold, they would have felt the sudden weight of the beast. Multiples it would take, to lift the weight of a single vong, especially considering their fervor and grip to the branches below. Some Vong found themselves relieved of the overstory, but not before stabbing out with amphstaffs towards the beast, in attempt to dissuade such clinginess. By and large, this would be an ineffective practice, as those removed would merely turn the top into swiss cheese through singularity mine use, to remove upper canopy with their dead masses of singulariti--ness? For those that survived the onslought of flying insect things, they found shelter in the canopy as they dispersed, burrowing towards the interior of the stronghold. And by those, it means the 4500 that survived the great can-cell pestilence of 844. And for those vong flung from the tops, they would cascade down the stronghold, singularity mines biting chunks out of canopy as it went.

Northern Highway Branch:
The North Highway entrance aint looking too good, thought one of the warmasters at the front of the line. With nothing standing in their way now, or so it seemed, the Grokata progressed forward and filled their bellies with more Vong. The Kraetos shields pushed forward as bandoleers of thud bugs and blast bugs emptied against the sound of rocket and carbine fire. Assembly line, as always, the ammunition flowed forth from the back line Yorik-trema. Speaking of dropships, the contigency force form the southwest branch joined at the back of the fight, to push forward more and provide morale support against the infidels. From the hands of the Kraetos wielders, plasma eels lashed out and flew true, raining explosions against the entry door as Grokata upchucked 75 more vong, aiming to fling them over the parapets altogether. If not, they would smack against bark and scale the distance. Thrall herders just doin their thing, sucking up fire and nomming on missiles. Come at me bruh, they screamed, in sort of disheveled and lazy growls.

Outside Stronghold:
For once, in this invasion, the Slivilith remained untouched by the barrels of the enemies. A happy day indeed, as they reflected upon this and the subtleties of classical vong music and the dancing manifestations of such entertainment in the chazrach tango.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: The stump of the Southwestern Branch
Objective: Objective B

• Destroy / Capture the Republic Stronghold
• Fight Shule

Allies: The One Sith

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

Enemies: The Republic

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

Music: Legend of the Dark Lord

Like Shule, Vornskr concentrated on their duel rather than the war waging on around them, the noise and hum of battle becoming a violent background buzz as the clash of saber on saber dominated all. The whirl of blue and crimson created a dazzling display of light as the opposing spectrums of the Force clashed in the physical plane, a smaller cog of the bigger machine that was the literal war between Light and Dark that had consumed the galaxy from the Core to the Mid Rim. Would the conflict ever stop? Not until one side had been completely brought low, and perhaps not even after that. Conflict was the constant that kept the galaxy in motion and flux, and since recorded history it has been consumed in thousands of years of conflict with short periods of peace that normally last for only a couple centuries, if even that. Such was the nature of things, and so long as there were Jedi and Sith, such galactic-scale conflicts would never cease.

Ah, but there it was. The one moment of a lack of concentration that forced the Sith Lord to reassess his footwork, and back away from the Jedi accordingly to readjust. Just then, a stray missile from somewhere off in the battle zone slammed into the stump several meters away from the two combatants, far enough away not to damage them from the explosion, but still close enough that the reverberations of the impact would violently shake their entire precipice. Vornskr's balance was now at risk, and to save himself he had to momentarily flee just so he could wait out the shockwave, but that would leave Shule unmolested by his ferocious onslaught for the time being. However; Vornskr would not remain gone for long, and soon enough he would come right back at Shule, perhaps even more ferocious than before.

 

[Darth Ayra]

Location: Kachirho
Objective: Objective I
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: | [member="Meric Nadun"] |

Crash. Air whirled around the Sith Lord as Meric Nadun waved his hand towards her, locked her in a Force Grip and flung her down towards the ground with venom. There was a lot behind that telekinetic pull. Darth Ayra could tell that this man hated the Sith.

"Perhaps this one could be of use..." The Sith were a people granted with tremendous vision, a scope that couldn't be comprehended, even by the Jedi. Responsible for some of the galaxies most heinous acts and yet acts of greatness. Such vision wasn't just reserved for galactic schemes, however.

A hand flung out, tugged on the body of Graug and pulled it towards her as Neric swung her down to the ground with the invisible grip he had upon her. As the Graug was pulled, Ayra rolled her legs to grip onto it's shoulder blade and thus her weight, combined with the momentum of Neric's swing, allowed both Sith Lord and Graug to come crashing down to the ground.

An audible snap and a roar engulfed the Sith, as she was submerged into the Graug's pain. She had used it to break her fall. Now it's usefulness had run it's course. The protruding red light out of it's chest cavity came from the cylinder object in Darth Ayra's hand. In one swoop, the Graug's pain had been ended.

How poetic.

Now in death, the Graug's body lifted with a wave of her own hand. She felt the invisible hand form itself around the creature. Her physical hand punched out towards Meric Nadun. The Graug followed the movement, encased in the Force Grip and thus the Graug was sent crashing forth like a missile towards the Sith Lord.

Darth Ayra rose to her feet. The same hand that punched forth lowered to the utility belt and withdrew a disruptor pistol. Turning her body to the side, she lifted the weapon one handed at Meric's direction. With the precision of an expert marks man, the Sith Lord waited for Meric to move; and when he did, he would find himself under the aim of the barrel of a weapon that atomized what it touched.

 

[James Mathison]

Location:Outside Kachirho City/Beeches
Objective A: Take it
Allies: None Near
Enemies: [member="Veino Garn"](target) [member="Kira Liadain"] [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Sabena Shai"]

James stopped as the Jedi seemed to be having an internal conflict. He waited for him to come back to the duel at hand. Being a Shadow meant having morals about the duels he was in. Sure he was about sneaking and not being seen, but out in the open, a true duelist was for the connection of the two swordsman not the kill.

"Shall we continue? Forgive me." The second sentence seemed more sincere than one would expect.

James stepped forwards, white bladed false-saber in his dominant hand, jumped and spun counter clockwise, building momentum. Then, as he rounded his spin, he called upon his second saber, it flew to his hand and ignited into an orange blade. He brought both blades down at an angle coming at the Jedi's left clavicle.

 

[Leora]

Location: Kachiro
Objective: A
Allies: Jedi/Republic
Enemies: [member="Alicia Drey"]

Clever. So she wasn't as dumb as a box of rocks, which meant that this fight wouldn't be overly disappointing for him. On the plus side, she'd also killed a Graug for him. If he could coax that reaction out of her more often he could get her to kill all of her allies. That would be good. Very, very unlikely though. He dismissed the notion for that reason. It would require much more coordination than the chaos around him would allow for. That meant it couldn't work.

The other reason was the fact that she was now sending that dead Graug flying right at him as she reached for something. He didn't know what she was reaching for, but he lifted his hand to stay the flying Graug with the Force. The momentum and power behind the projectile sill pushed him backwards, but as it did so, he flung his lightsaber straight behind him.

As he did this, he let go his control of the dead body, and it plowed into him, knock him over. This was by design. Now that he could see past the Graug, as it drew close, he saw that she was holding a blaster weapon of some sort, and he suspected that, with her being a Force user, it was not something of the normal variety. No Force user would of her caliber would be so foolish. This was alright, however, because that lightsaber he'd tossed was now under his direct telekinetic control, and was looping around just above the heads of the Graug.

He lay beneath the Graug, not moving so that she didn't have a clean shot. The saber moved around and spun in aiming for her outstretched arm. If she moved, it might just cut her blaster (or in this case disruptor) in half and render it useless rather than removing her arm just below the elbow. That is, if she even noticed the saber.