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

[Lord Gaius]

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

Everything happened so quickly. He lost his concentration, and suddenly he was being yanked around like a doll. He almost lost the grip on his lightwhip, but steeled his grip, knuckles turning white. Then he was thrown, he spun, and saw the thick bole of a tree coming for him, again. He sucked in his breath, energies pooling in the pit of his lungs. He held in that raw power until it was almost too late, unleashing a Force Bellow directed at his approach vector set for collision. Bark exploded, the tree shook but remained unyielding, nonetheless, the Sith Lord's plan had worked. The pressure of his blast was enough to slow him down that he fell onto the ground, tumbling and crashing through bushes. His skin was scathed, bleeding and scratched. Dirt smeared over him, he looked a real mess.

Darth Vidar's fury intensified. "Fools!" he beckoned to Soliael and Kira, to draw their attention upon himself and away from Anja. His right hand gripped the lightwhip tight, whilst his left hand snapped over his shoulder and began to draw the Lightsaber Pike. He activated the double blade with the similar snap-hiss. He angled his right arm, bringing the whip back and swiping it around in an arc. The curled whip shot outwards, stretching far in an attempt to coil itself around Soliael. The awkward weapon was a difficult one to master, and even more-so difficult to counter. Darth Vidar unleashed a guttural roar from his throat, depicting his frustration upon his foe. He had not managed to lay a single strike upon him yet. He only had one option, at least in his mind, to try harder, or die trying. He pushed the heel of his boots into the soft grass and kicked off into a sprint, Soliael was not far, but neither was he close. He only needed a quick burst of speed to get towards him so that his pike was in range, and then he would unleash hell.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Objective: Beat up a Sith
Enemies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Darth Vidar"]
Allries: [member="Kira Liadain"] | [member="Sabena Shai"]
Location: Kachiro City

The sound of a voice broke Soliaels concentration, and he quickly whirled around to face the Sith Lord who had earlier attacked him. He scowled, and then opened his eyes wide as the lightwhip carried towards him. The quick lizard tongue like blade shifted towards him, whirling and snapping like a snake.

Soliael threw up his off arm.

The Lightwhip coiled around Soliaels arm, snapping once, then twice around his armor, cutting into the thick metal and hissing loudly. As the blade tightened Soliael could feel the heat start to melt through the armor, licking at his flesh and biting towards him. He let out a hiss, but thanked the force that Lightwhips were less powerful than their cousin.

“Kira!” He called out to her, his lightsaber igniting behind him in bright indigo.

His arm moved forward, and he wrapped the lightwhip around his arm once more, then gripped it with a flat palm, enclosing the hot plasma in his fist and grasping at it. He pulled at the lightwhip, wrenching it to hopefully either tug Vidar towards him, or hold him in place in a locked tug of war.

Soliael knew he had but a few seconds, a few seconds before the lightwhip would eat through the metal of his armor.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

LOCATION: Northeastern Branch

OBJECTIVE: Stronghold
ALLIES: [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Rain"]
ENEMIES:
Primary Opponents - [member="Darth Adekos"] (defeated) | [member="Vrag"] (moving to engage)
Vicinity Opponents - [member="Matsu Xiangu"]|[member="Cryax Bane"]

NPC FORCES: 48 Dragon troopers (garrison of the Stronghold). Katarn-mounted Wookiees.

Some part of me enjoyed watching the Sith take a dive off the edge, pumped full of holes and with a kilometer fall to go. Ok, that's a lie. A lot of me enjoyed watching the pale bastard get his due. Way better than watching some Jedi run around, body on fire.

Didn't have a whole lot of time to contemplate that, because as I stood there gloatin' I didn't see the hurled amphistaff from behind.

My vision exploded with black and red spots as pain blossomed from the back of my leg. There are only a couple of vulnerable spots on stormtrooper armor. One of them happens to be right behind the knee. I glanced down to see an amphistaff jutting like a spear from my leg at an odd angle. The thing morphed while a bunch of other Vong closed in around me. It curled around my leg and up my body. Fast. Too damn fast.

As it reared its head back all I could see were two dripping fangs. I grabbed the thing around the neck as it lunged, then I stuffed my pistol's barrel down its open mouth and squeezed the trigger once, twice, three times. It went limp and I tossed it aside. I hate snakes.

I wavered, barely able to stand. Didn't matter that I killed one of the snakes. There were seven more of them... and six Vong. Closing in. They were going to kill me. Well, guess I'd always known it would end like this. Violently.

A wickedly curved blade cut through the neck of a Vong. Black blood jetted through the air. Then Wookiees were everywhere, hacking and roaring and ripping arms and heads off.

A heavy breath rushed out of me. Funny, hadn't known I'd been holding it.

Stumbling away from the brawl, a steady river of blood running from my leg, I managed to find my assault rifle amidst the mess. The receiver wasn't too damaged from the Sith's juju. So I stuffed an VENOM mag in, holstered my pistol, and -

Roars sounded from all sides and I looked over to see four dozen Dragon Troopers charging into the fray. These were Katarn-mounted Wookiees. Real badasses. They straight cruised through the Vong, bowling them over like toys and trampling them to death. One of the riders spotted me and my condition and offered his hand out for a lift. Well, I ain't one to say no to riding a force-damn katarn, so I accepted. 'sides, my leg wound meant I couldn't run worth a damn.

So I got up on there behind the wookie and clung to anything I could for dear life as we charged into the thick of it.

 

[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="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="T-Eya Carn"] | [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] | [member="Ta'mur Rokar"] | [member="Seamus Valik"] | [member="Gherron Vael"] | [member="Shule Windspeaker"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"]
Enemies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] | [member="Xenia Nastassia"] | [member="Cryax Bane"]
Enemy Engaged: [member="Vrag"] – time to dance, bby...
Music: Godsmack “Devil’s Swing”

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Later...much later...she’d muse how fascinating it was that amidst such chaos, with death and destruction raining down upon her, she could have such clarity. It was not a complaint, nor would it be when the thought occurred to her. A gift, she would call it.

A life saver...the will of the Light...an echo of the Living Force. She’d be certain to write down a list of clichés at that time, for future reference in similar moments.

Marakai rolled her shoulders as she straightened slightly, a growl emanating from deep within her chest, a sound that should have needed far more physical space to originate from. Fingers tightened around her hilts as she tensed suddenly, aching frame protesting the movement of her muscles. Something wasn’t right...something...

There were lines of Sith troops marching...advancing forward as the resistance crumbled slowly under the onslaught. But it had not yet crumbled entirely. Not while there was still breath in her lungs and the Force flowing through her veins. Her barrier held through the barrage of blaster bolts, some aimed at her, some ricocheting off of crates and droid parts alike.

There was a moment, however, that gave her pause, her mind intimately connected to her cousin Stali’s, where it seemed as if everything slowed to make her stop and take notice. That was when she saw the shadow beast clamoring up over the side of the bridge, her shimmering golden feline gaze going wide...well. Half of it went wide. The left side was beginning to darken at the edges, after all, it wasn’t only her eyelid the shrapnel had torn into.

Marakai was stubborn however, and in an effort to see clearly, gripped as tightly onto the warmth and light of the Force as she held onto her lightsaber hilts. Pain lanced across her features before she shunted it away debated when precisely to drop her shield. She’d need the power to deal with –

-the advancing troopers seemed to pay the creature no mind, and though she could practically taste it’s malevolent intent still, they seemed to not see it at all as it boiled across the bridge. In fact, some of them seemed to be advancing and firing through it as if it didn’t exist-

If that was an illusion, that was a Master level one she could taste and feel crawling along her skin as the hair of the back of her neck stood up. A flick of her golden eyes told her Stali told her he was no longer alone with the droids. There was movement, slipping swiftly along the side of the bridge and flicking out with a sleek silver sword towards her cousin.

Towards. Her. Cousin. Her mental warning would be a clarion call in the Force, strong and bright.

A deep, feral growl tore out of her throat as she went to rise and launch herself to his defense. No one was going to hurt one of the only family members she had left. Her predator’s hackles rose as she flung the shield away, reclaiming a little of the energy in time to see a lightsaber arcing straight for her already ruined left side.

Feth no.

She fell back, and simply accepted the pain that came with it, letting it wash over and through her as the lightsaber blade passed entirely too close for comfort, shearing through some of her wild auburn curls as it slid across the beskar plate. Armored boots lashed out at the feet of her attacker, while Marakai reached with her mind and threw a strong Force Push at the armored woman. With luck, she’d be slammed backwards into her troops. But even if it didn’t do so dramatically well, the moment it took the woman to combat the maneuvers would give her the brief window she needed to flip to her feet in a motion her ribs protested mightily.

That was a two-rib protest, she noted distantly, amber blades flaring back to life in a familiar snap-hiss.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Beach
Objective: A

• Make [member="Graxin Rade"] weak-kneed
• Take Kachirho City

​Allies: [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | (Soon™) [member="Graxin Rade"]
Enemies: [member="Graxin Rade"]
Theme: All Around Me by Flyleaf

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xN0FFK8JSYE[/media]​

There it was, the hesitation - the shiver that shook those who heard her voice to their core. Unlike her contemporaries, those Sith Lords who persuaded others through the force, Silara merely spoke in a less-than-innocent way, manipulative truly but completely devoid of outside help. What Graxin felt was truly his own, though she was certain he likely felt the strain of the waves of darkness bearing down on him as he split his focus between the dark side and her approach. But that was perfectly acceptable - she wished nothing more than to play with the man. And just as he began to speak his peace, as she smiled and awaited an answer with great suspense, he broke off his words and went silent, and her smile faded. It wasn't a rejection, not yet, and when he took off his visor to look at her face to face she was certain there was still a sure-fire way to get him to give in, to lure him in. "What is it that keeps you? Am I not enough..?" She said quietly, her whispers heard through the aid of telepathy - something she'd done on instinct since the days as a teenage apprentice to Veles to augment her soft voice. As disappointed as she was, she displayed it openly for him alone as she continued her slow, deliberate, approach. "I can give you everything you have ever wanted, I can give you a life without trial, a galaxy of love, of freedom. I will break your chains now, deliver to you all you wish - simply come with me." Silara said softly, her right hand lifting to gesture longingly to the Jedi, the saber she held shutting off.

"Come... to me." She whispered, pulling in the hand that she gestured to [member="Graxin Rade"], pulling on him with the force like a puppeteer on strings. She could tell by how Graxin had broken off his statement that there was something that had troubled him, an obstacle of some sort, and if he would tell her than she would remove that obstacle. Perhaps the woman was spoiled after getting herself into the hierarchy of the One Sith, but generally what she wanted is what she got - though often times she would have to share her trinkets with [member="Darth Carach"]'s greedy little hands if need be - and at this point she wanted him. It was similar to her obsession with the dark side in the past, though it was more a game than it was religious fanaticism. Looking through silvery green eyes, Silara studied the Jedi Master with something not unlike curiosity, uncertain for as to why what she felt from him was different than the resistance others would give - perhaps the man was as deluded as she, perhaps he even wanted this. But there was one question she needed to ask - one to question his accusations of her and of the Sith.

"I am a Sith, am I a person to you?"

 

[Kana Truden]

Objective B - Protect Stronghold
Location: ‘round town
Allies: [member="Flint Dexen"]
Enemies: [member="Reverance"]
Special Equipment: Lumen Mk. I

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It had almost worked. The blade was on a collision course to become firmly lodged in the panels of her opponent’s armor. Not that it truly worked. She turned her saber off and withdrew her arms as Flint covered for her. A quick spin found her outside of harm’s way and she reengaged Reverance once more.

The saber ignited with a hiss. The plates of her own armor lacked the same kind of ability to ensnare a blade like that. Perhaps it was good to make a note for future reference. It seemed kind of useful like that.

Still, Flint’s message was received loud and clear. ‘And I’ll take the left, good thinking.’

It was time to think offense. Kana could see the obvious one but going for the neck didn’t feel right. She wanted apprehension or incapacitation, not outright decapitation and then call it a day.

She had to mix the forms up for a bit. The only way she could think of to take care of Reverance’s left saber was to place herself at Reverance’s left-hand side. In a simple slash from her right she found her hands clasped around her saber as she swept it for the sith’s left hand.

It was a good way to get this dance started.

 

[Minna]

Location: Inside Kachiro City
Objective: A
Alies: [member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Khan Ra"] [member="Shuduc Macar"] [member="Darth Venefica"]
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Kira Liadain"] [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Meric Nadun"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]

Valtryx continued further into the city, following the sounds of battle. Her ability to leap great distances in the force helped her move through the city unscathed by stray blaster bolts. Within a few seconds she seemed to have caught up with the attacking force, and with it a Sith she did recognize slightly although not from personal experience; Darth Venefica. With her crimson red blade ignited once again, the Yodaling dropped down from the rooftops and joined the fray alongside the other Sith. Her blade fell through two republic solders on the way down before they could even make sense of the small creature, and with a quick turn she managed to deflect another blaster bolt back to it's sender; a soldier a few meters away.

For a moment she watched Venefica's fighting, ruthless yet effective, until more soldiers came to grab her attention back to the battle. This time a small group of wookies, ready to fire upon the small creature, but could not find a good shot for all of the jumping she was doing. In fact, she was utilizing her only form Ataru to close the distance betwen them and deliver the fatal blows needed. Rage filled up inside her like a flame constantly being fed fuel, yet she managed to control that flame effectively enough to her advantage. A quick blast of Force Lightning dispatched a couple of soldiers to her left, while her right hand side was protected by her blade, which spun to constantly deflect blaster bolts.

They were slowly pushing towards the building that the Republic so readily wanted to defend with their lives.
The battle was going well.

 

[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: Keep causing havoc in the communications channels
Opponents: ([member="Kian Karr"] and his slicing team)

The scene around Cryax on the Eastern Wroshyr branch was pure carnage. The dead lay in piles, bodies of Sith and Republic soldiers alike, along with Wookies and here and there a few Yuuzhan Vong who had managed to scramble up the tree. The foul stench of death was everywhere, and it turned Bane's stomach. His droids were gone, Xenia's looked in bad shape, and he painfully surmised that he had a broken tailbone. The Chiss was running on pure fumes at this point. He couldn't tell from his vantage point, but it looked like Sith forces had breached the Stronghold. If he and Xenia could get these karking Jedi off their backs and get inside, they could wreak way more havoc in the Yugwaaargh networks.

"ACID! KEEP THOSE COMMLINKS JAMMED!" shrieked Cryax into his Datalogger. "Okey dokey, boss," replied Acid in her chipper little squeak. Teeth gritted, arms tautly gripping his weapon, Cryax emptied all the clips in his slugthrower. Click. click. click, went the chamber as it cried out for more ammo. A gloating smirk crossed his blue lips, as he couldn't help noticing that the Jedi had a large bloody scorch mark on his shoulder from a plasma beam. Too bad the shot hadn't rearranged his face. "Take that, pretty boy," muttered the Chiss who was forced to stop and reload his weapon. It was a good thing that Xenia was still able to fire on the tenacious Jedi Knight who was quickly closing the distance between the two men. Cryax's red alien eyes flashed back and forth between his reloading efforts and the battlefield in front of him. The glow of Keira's orange saber trailed behind her as she chased his nemesis, dodging some Cryax's own wayward shots. His hope was that [member="Keira Ticon"] would finally intercept his opponent. By the Maker, he needed to get that slicing done or that foul cretin Darth Vornskr would flay him alive.

Slicer Objective
Cryax Bane

Slicing into Stronghold Radar
Completion: [][][][][] 40% (no progress, someone get this Jedi off me already!)

 

[Khan Ra]

Location: Inside Kachiro City, seeking a chip (building)
Objective: Objective A
Allies: Faye Terrik, @Darth Venefica, Shuduc Macar, @Darth Valytrix
Enemies: Corvus Raaf, Kira Liadain, Soliael Devin Talith, Meric Nadun, Anastasia Rade

Khan was quick to jump into battle behind Venefica, leaping groups of republic soldiers and handful of Wookiees. Fire from the five snipers temporarily under his command kept the Wookiees under control, Khan had informed them before that the Wookiees were the biggest threat. Meanwhile Khan attempted to neutrilize the troopers that Venefica had not. The Felcatian had little training- he could hardly swing his vibroblade straight, and could only muster meager for powers, but he was still fast, a notable trait of his species. Khan did little moret then dodge constantly, utilizing his reflexes to aviod getting made into a humanoid version of burning swiss cheese. However, in close quarters with your fellow republic troopers all around missing even a shot or two can be a problem; since there's a good chance if it dosen't hit the Sith running around you like ana nnoying fly, it'll hit one of your friends. Though the pathetic sword swing here and there did very little, Khan was dong very well as just a distraction, causing confusion, while the snipers picked off the troopers four at a time.

Before long the only remaining defender was a Republic Trooper with a colored patch on his hsoulder signifying a high rank- probably the one in charge of the people defending the building. The snipers were unable to hit him accurately without risking hitting Khan- they were too close. This one was a bit smarter too; he ha given up trying to shoot at Khan and taken to swinging a small combat-sized vibroknife around; and it was pretty obvious he knew what he was doing. And Khan was starting to get tired. He had not yet been taught how to sustain his energy with the force and emotions of others- he had a limited amount of stamina. And while it kept him alive running around in virtual circles like a Nunu with it's head cut off wasn't doing much to conserve energy. Eventually one of them would slip up- either the Republic trooper, obviously highly trained, would stab him, or Khan would actually land a hit with his vobroblade. Of course he had landed a few- but Khan was not trained and the few times he managed to get the sharp part into the trooper's armor it did little to the thick dura steel plates. Sadly it seeemed it would the former. Eventually the trooper managed to actually hit Khan, who was beginnig to get tired from all the rapid movements, and stuck his combat knife into Khan's left side. However this also gave Khan's snipers an opening... and a moment later four identical blaster bolts hit the trooper.

Khan growled, deeper and louder then he should have been able to, as the trooper finally fell... THis was not going as he had hoped. More delays. He was getting tired. Khan glanced at the trooper's fallen body, then the wound on his left side, before slowly moving into the building before Venefica. He was far to proud to stop to look at his wound, or even to rest. He wanted to take the city.

(Tl;dr: Ran around some troopers and Wookiees while my snipers killed them, got stabbed by one rambo trooper, eventually finished off the guards outside the building and headed in with Venefica.)
Location: Inside Kachiro City

Spoiler: NPCs

Controller: Khan Ra
Forces: Five snipers, one injured
Objective: Capture Kachiro
Opponents: Republic, Jedi, Wookies, Not trees

 

[Vrag]

NPC Portion​

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LOCATION: Northeastern branch
CONTROLLER: Vrag
FORCES: 14,400
ENEMIES: [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Ayden Quell"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Dak Canton"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Kiyron"] | [member="Seamus Valik"] | [member="Rain"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] | [member="T-Eya Carn"]
OBJECTIVE: B

Theme

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Kian Karr: Sith troops were taking heavy casualties from the cornered beasts, both sides fighting with the knowledge that the end was nigh; one with the thirst for a victory that was almost close enough to taste, the other with the wild abandon of someone who's got nothing left to lose. Well, almost; limbs, fingers, guns, eyes... all sorts of things were lost to relentless fire on both sides, the armored corps faring somewhat better due to the increased protection offered by their fashion choices. Dressed for the occasion and outfitted by the best designers in Sith space, the men and women of the advancing army offered their public endorsement to the genius behind their garments. Their style alone was surely enough to demoralize the primitive wookiees as the furry animals were caught in a cross-fire from three sides now, the red bolts a silent, but no less searing judgement of their poor taste in clothing. The few that would survive the encounter would need to apply water to those burns, that was for sure.

Rain & Kiyron (Kian Karr?): The guerilla forces, deprived of the element of surprise their tactics relied upon, were seemingly caught unprepared by the sheer coordination and discipline displayed by the Sith. A single soldier would never win against a wookiee on its home turf, but there was something to be said for strength in numbers, and it was a message well-emphasized by the ceaseless barking of their rifles as they shot at the descending beasts. The animals had the advantage of fighting on familiar terrain, but even the agility borne of such intimacy was no use when the skies were red with fire as far as eye could see. The troops that weren't focusing on the failed surprise attackers were still doing their very best to take down as many speeders as they could, banking on the thick canopy to make their job that much easier.

PC Portion​

LOCATION: Northeastern branch
OBJECTIVE: B
ALLIES: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Xenia Nastassia"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]
ENEMIES: [member="Marakai Al'Orren"] | Time to tango, darling :3

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There was a sizzle, and thank the Force that she was wearing a helmet or her nostrils would be filled with the smell of burning hair. Then again, it would probably get lost in the ocean of highly unpleasant odors typical of a battlefield; charred flesh, blood, scorched fur, and her absolute favorite, burnt fat. The acrid stench alone used to be enough to subject Vrag to the unenviable experience of tasting her lunch one time too many, but thankfully the firrerreo had seen enough combat by then to avoid that rather nasty side effect. Well, that, and helmets! Always a good thing to wear in the thick of battle, whether you were impervious to the aroma of grisly death or not.

Like, say, when a Jedi sent you tumbling backward with their fancy space-magics; instead of getting a fething concussion by banging your head into plate armor, you bounced back to your feet with the promise of a few bruises and some colorful expletives on your lips. Quite practical, all in all.

The Knight kept her blue eyes trained on her lively opponent, counting on her soldiers to have her back as she took care of the spry woman. There was too much going on at the moment for the firrerreo to get held up in single combat, and so long as her foe was incapacitated, Vrag would be a very satisfied Sith. She moved sideways without hesitation, the hilt of her saber raised in the third guard as her fast-paced footwork carried her across the cramped space. She was cheating again, disappearing into the ranks of the passing soldiers as her lightsaber winked out of existence to further camouflage her identity among the armored ranks. It wasn't going to be a fair fight, and it was never meant to be one. The ocean of black pushing ever deeper into the retreating Republic forces would soon cut the Jedi off completely, and nobody could deflect so many blaster bolts and keep pace with a skilled duelist at the same time.

Vrag grinned behind her blackened visor as she lunged out of the crowd again, closing the distance with a Force-quickened ballestra. She thrust her blade at the woman's armpit, hoping that the Jedi's blinded left side would afford her enough advantage to execute the attack successfully. Whether she hit or not, the armored Sith was ready to pull a fast one on her opponent with a forward recovery and destroy her from up close.

 

[Spark Finn]

Location: Near the tree
Objective: Take the tree
Enemies: [member="Caleb Brolen"] - my old jedi friends :/ #technovirused
Allies: [member="Qun Vell"] even though he smells like rocket fuel [member="Darth Carach"] even though he has a harem of pebbles [member="Darth Nephthys"] even though....yeah

"Butterscotch?" Sandy-brows rose. "Are all sith like you?" A mild hint of amusement replaced her earlier disgust. But pleasantries were cut short as the other woman's voice entered her head. Jealousy churned at the base of her spine and indignation.

This woman was not her master.

However, her order made sense because she had to take care of this other guy to protect her master too. Gray-blue eyes seemed to glow beneath the glass lenses or perhaps it was just the light filtering through from the trees. The platoon of five TA2 Super Battle-Droids still fanned in front of their small group. Using the force, the petite blond used technometry to control two. They stepped forward, one raising its massive arms to catch the tree, it's shielding up as it stepped in front of Nephthys. Gears crunched and its shield flickered. The second droid moved forward on a silent mental command, raised its grenade launchers and fired two at [member="Caleb Brolen"].

Stomach churned as her insides struggled with right and wrong against the programming of Darth Carach's technovirus. She was not ready for war. But was anyone ever really ready?

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: At the Gates of Green Hell​

Objective: Speak a little, while waiting​

Enemies: The Lightside​

Allies: My Voice​

Pupil: [member="Spark Finn"]​

And throughout his tenure as the Voice and throughout his attempt to lay waste to the lands of those who were standing firm against their righteous rule, the Sith Lord otherwise known as Darth Carach could practically feel the indignation and jealously flaring up within the soul of Spark Finn.​

Which was good.​

Jealousy… hubris… that particular feeling of belonging and possession, all of those were little baby steps towards the path of freedom. He could sense her control over the droids, not thousands of them, but merely a few - and yet it was progress in itself. ​

‘You are doing well, Finn.’ the Voice of the Dark Lord praised her, while spreading out his attention across the field of battle, trying to direct his forces towards where they were needed most. Soon would be the time to deploy them towards the city proper, but for now? For now was the time to give praise where praise was due.​

 

[Caleb Brolen]

Location:At the base of the tree
Objective: A- get through
Allies: Republic Forces
Enemies:[member="Darth Carach"] [member="Spark Finn"]

I used the force to stop the grenades in mid-air the threw them far to my left. The explosion sent twigs and dirt flying toward my face. I was breathing extremely hard right now but it slowed when I felt something strange. It was directed that girl that was controlling the machines, I think the Sith called her [member="Spark Finn"] or at least Finn.

I decided to use hat my Master taught me and read her aura. Unlike the Sith aura that was pure red with hate and passion, hers was grey a focal point between light and dark. Then her aura changed into a ocean blue then back to grey and alternated like this for some time. There was good in her, I could see it but I had to break through to her.

I tried to stand but my right leg couldn't move. I screamed out to her "Don't listen to him. He and the other Sith are using you a puppet". I tried to stand up again this time placing my back against the tree. I yelled to her again "Look around, is this what you want...to be used as a war machine".

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Location: Beach Front

Objective: A; dispatch the Darth

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

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

An honorable fight for Rusken would be one based solely on one's swordsmanship. To some, that wouldn't be enough to provide a satisfying victory. Those that resort to power to win are deemed poor in the practice and are seen as dishonorable. The art of the blade required all the determination one could muster, the skill brought with time, and the steadiness of mind. This woman may best him when it comes to raw potential in the Force, but by the blade is where the old man excelled.

His foot work began in a circle, eyeing his opponent's hands. From there he could determine the course of action she was going to take, along with how her body would be postured. His stance still read Soresu, but in his mind, he knew what was truly required to combat such a slippery foe. He softened his own stance and exhaled calmly, closing in inch-by-inch towards his enemy. His mind was at peace, and he had no worries.

The way of the Jedi was not anger and out-right violence, but to calm one's self and to accept the rage of the enemy. Allowing all their weakness to surface to be exploited, to show them the error of their ways. The Dark Side was not the way, but an alternative for the misguided. And it was time Rusken showed this Sith her own miscalculations.

"The Force is not a tool, it is not bound by you or your kin. We live with it, and it lives within us. You're blinded, blinded by your own hubris and evil that you promote within the Galaxy. We Jedi stand for a democracy, not a ruling thumb. And in this moment, I will do what is necessary to ensure that democracy stands."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wa6vvYOq-gE

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Beach Front
Objective: (A) Take a tree, take offense at being called evil by a Jedi
Allies: [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Alicia Drey"]
Enemies: [member="Graxin Rade"] (no NPC post unti you get your next one up or another like 12 hours pass) [member="Rusken Shaxx"] (how dare you insult me sir )

Taeli stopped and somewhat bristled at what the Jedi said. How dare he assume she was another of the stereotypical Sith like Zambrano. Hmph, she would set the record straight here, even if that delayed them crossing blades.

"Hold on just one moment, sir," she said, her eyes narrowed from annoyance than anything else. "I feel sort of insulted from what you just said. Number one, I'm not evil. I have only killed beings while in battle, fighting in a war that my faction, the one faction that accepted me after i was almost violated and killed my violators in an act of uncontrolled power, is fighting. You support your faction in war and kill beings, so don't preach to me about being evil for that. Number two, judging from your armor, you're from Ession. You have absolutely no room to talk about hubris and standing with your government and the other Jedi. You left your Order because they weren't doing enough to win this war, you abandoned the Republic to follow your Archlord. Even though you fight alongside the Republic now, that means nothing beyond your group's goals."

"You and your Ession Jedi are the biggest hypocrites in the galaxy in my opinion," she continued, even as battle raged around them. "You want to commit genocide on every Force group that has practitioners of the dark side within their ranks, even if they are Grey orders. You people might be in denial, but just like the old Army of Light from Ruusan, the lines between light and darkness have blurred for you and you're steps away from falling into darkness yourselves. In a way, I almost pity you for what you do and who you follow. You speak of supporting democracy, but your own faction of Jedi call themselves Lords and are an oligarchy. You speak of hubris, but you all have more hubris than I have. I'm realistic about who I am and what I do. I even abhor the atrocities my fellow Sith commit, but you know what. That's their personal choice, and i refuse to be painted with the same brush as them by some Ession hypocrite."

So, she might have been a bit snarky, but he had truly annoyed her by calling her evil. She was trying to show that not all Sith were the same, that you couldn't paint them all with the brush of being evil.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Location: Stronghold (Interior)
Objective: B - Stop Sochi
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Jedi [member="Sochi Ru"]

[[dear god I am so lost, going with the small rundown of destruction and forces aside from prudeii, grey and omega squad lost]]

Balaya saw it before it came, the decimation of her soldiers but the deaths fueled her. The magics she was working, was focusing needed death and destruction. A crystal in one of the pouches along with bands of metal was the plan. She kept the magic up, kept channeling her energy into the bands and the crystal. Letting Kaine's destruction of the wookiees and everything else from both sides fuel it as the area was falling out from under her. The hovering Asherian sentinels shielding her with their screen still not needing to move as she jumped after Sochi.

... And came up short, the jedi getting away and Balaya was falling towards the shadowlands as she felt something near her and it wrapped around her arm. Jerking it as she looked up. The Grey riders were still there and had followed with her prudeii who used a fiber cord bolo to catch their master. The vong and graug with them pulling her up into a different area as Balaya reached rotating her shoulder with a smirk on her face. It was a good thing and her ground commander was reporting in while she started off towards the jedi master.

The report from her apprentice came in and Balaya was moving, her eyes training on the troopers as she fired the rifle into the jedi who came in front of her. The beam going around his blade and he screamed feeling it. She charged through the boy and others while her soldiers came. The battlelord glistening from sweat in the fight as blades sang carving a path. Explosive arrows from her prudeii followed by the chitin shots of the vong. Balaya could feel the jedi and she withdrew her taloned hand as the crystal was clutched there. The rage building as she pushed it into the focusing crystal forged from pontite crystal she had discovered on the Pius Dia ship.

The warlord smashed her fist into the chest of a padawan while going into a room away from the fire. "With blood and rage of crimson red." Her hand came away while the padawan screamed his chest a gaping maw for a moment while she moved her hand around. "Torn from a corpse so freshly dead." Her hand came away with a heart but the crystal had been deposited. "Together with our hellish hate." Now she pushed him to the center of the room and motioned the soldiers into it. Vong bringing their bodies and corpses as some of them started shaping it. "We'll burn them all, that is their fate." Balaya had them start securing the room while flesh and metal was being secured.

She sent the pulse of it out. "[member="Sochi Ru"] come to me." As the padawan screamed with the darkside magics in his chest. The battle drowning it out but her intent was there while bindings for his limbs were made within the shell. The metal bands coming while Balaya started channeling the spirits and rage into the crystal. Its red lines work like darkside magics. To mend the flesh around itself and encase itself back in his chest. Sustaining him with the force and the essences of the dead thanks to Kaine. The red glow from under his skin coming to brighten the room almost blindingly as he kept screaming. A hole being left open while they piled on the last of the flesh.

She could see it and feel it, the energy building, resonating outwards from the hole before Balaya spoke. "Destroy this section carefully, sink this into the shadowlands and take it away from here." There were nods of understanding while Balaya moved presenting the det cord from her hair and detonators for them to use. A quick amount of destruction while they were reinforcing it. Metal with binders, flesh and then a second layer of protective metal to seal it away. She was working on the second part of it with the metal bands as she started bleeding over them. Red lines stretching from the crystal heart to the rings and binding them.

Her eyes trailed over the rings leaving them to the imaginations while they charged for now. She could only channel so many spirits from the dead into the crystal as the sith magics and alchemy worked to twist and corrupt it. The energies going through her and revitalizing her as quickly as they tired her out. The sith voices eyes trailed now though as she was channeling and sending the power towards Sochi Ru... she wanted that jedi to feel what was there and that she had returned while moving off to meet her and motioned what troopers remained to fight and handle hers. She would take the jedi as she threw the multi detonator explosive and it soared towards to meet the togruta.

Spoiler

Location: Stronghold
Controller: Darth Praelior
Forces:

• 20 Werda Prudeii
• 24x Grey Riders
• Battle Lord (who had dropped in)
• 200x Vong (who had dropped in)
• 200x Sector Five troopers (who had dropped in)

Objective: Sabotage
Opponents: [member="Sochi Ru"] troopers

The Prudeii remained, they had been off and away working to fight while the main forces as they secured the way to their master. Working with the others they were getting the pieces of metal and bringing out binders. A case for the crystal and jedi as the stronghold provided what they needed to use. It was a clumsy thing but the first layer with the boy was ready as the vong were piling bodies onto it. Their orders were to find more and they were working quickly to gather while pop shotting the jedi masters men. Situations could be handled as needed but the most important thing was their masters mission as she finished or the vong did at least still defending it. The casing with its red glow illuminating and painting the dull grey of the metal in light.

"Get it into the shadowlands." They gave a nod and took the det cord with their own explosives. sett it and preparing with the hex grenades while they were cutting away sections in the wall to get to the more open area's. The large vong carrying it while cords were being secured on the case. Then an explosion ripped while the Prudeii moved with the grey riders towards the opening quickly securing themselves and the case on cords to jump and repel. The soldiers moved to engage Sochi's men using the hex grenades to poison them while the congs thud bugs went for the helmets to ensure maximum exposure.

Location: Pathways away from Stronghold
Controller: Darth Praelior
Forces:
Omega (horsewomen)
Elara
Objective: Secure objective
Opponents: None

Elara kept moving now, they had the case, they had what the sith wanted in their own possession while she secured it to her back and started running with the others down the pathway. Away from the stronghold and villages towards an open area for extraction that had been commed in. Their speeders while valuable were not as important. Their equipment was being left as needed for distractions and misdirection. "Keep moving." She comed into her master. "We have the case and are extracting, will ensure it makes its way to [member="Darth Isolda"] as needed master." There was a nod of agreement as Elara was moving now as the open area came into view. One of the Unseelie transports were there still intact as she smiled.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: At the Gates of Green Hell​

Objective: Exchange conversation.​

Enemies: Ignorance​

Allies: My Voice​

Pupil(s): [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Caleb Brolen"]​

The Sith Lord’s gaze finally settled onto the fragile, little form that represented the existence of Caleb Brolen. Yet, there was no malicious intent within those burning pitches of fire, no detest or smoldering hatred… within those amber alcoves one could only find pity. ​

A soft sense of knowing just how far wrong Brolen was and the commitment to try and change his ways. Because while others were starting to call him ‘Goldeneyes’ or simply the Wolf, there was really only one name the Voice of the Dark Lord acknowledged. ​

Darth Carach, Lord of Freedom.​

‘My dear, dear Caleb.’ usage of his name, the hum of power vibrating through his strong voice, it all spoke of familiarity. A connection being established through simple knowledge. ‘I never wanted my apprentice to join me in this battle, I… mistakenly assumed she was not yet ready for this.’​

A spike of pride, followed by him putting his giant hand softly on her shoulder. Through the contact, she would experience just the vastness of his satisfaction at her display of competence. ​

‘But she convinced me to allow her to be at my side.’​

A shrug.​

‘I will give you the opportunity I give to all my misguided opponents. Leave. Take your lightsaber and your self-righteousness away from here. My men and me won’t hold you back, won’t try to stop you. Leave now and you will be spared.’​

 

[Rain]

Location: Objective B
Allies: Grrrod (OOC: [member="Dak Canton"]) [member="Kian Karr"], [member="Shule Windspeaker"]
Forces: However many wookiees Vrag is comfortable with because whatever
Objective: B, Republic Stronghold
Opponents: [member="Vrag"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Darth Adekos"]

What an unusual can-cell, flying unimpeded with a man on its back; a swift blue streak complimenting red blaster fire.

I didn’t know they grew to be that large. I didn’t know they came in that color.

How could it be so? Where did it come from?

And that man on her back? The witch?

I didn’t know men could be witches. Where did he come from? How did he get here?

Did you see that firrerro? I didn’t know they grew to be so large. I didn’t know they acted like this.

Where did she come from? How did she get here?

These vong, these wookiees, these trees. This black swan.

Where did they come from? Why here?

The Spirits, of course. The Force.

Just as anything else.

It is a gift.

His eyes were fixed on Vrag, but they didn’t see her. His irises, drained of color, his face drained of life. He was Dreaming again. Ahead of the can-cell that shouldered his corpse, he floated, a glowing green satyr of a thing.

Everything, everyone, a series of electrical sounds and colors, the sensory timbre of energy forced through matter on its most basic stage. All things share the same elements, speak the same language. He saw them as they saw themselves, honestly, without defense mechanism.

In the spaces between seconds, he flew-through and watched [member="Vrag"]’s forces, clumped together, oversized, on this finite terrain, their value as individuals decimated by their force density and lack of clear objective, information lost little by little as it went down the telephone line of chain of command. The bureaucracy of empires reduced the quality of training to mere checks in boxes, time at the rifle range spent mostly waiting in line, forging blaster holes in targets, and cleaning weapons. Still, they were confident to the prospect of war – their numbers offering social proof; the Sith media machine presenting a weaker outside world. So they believed their lie, exacerbating the numbers of the wookiees they had been killing in their minds. Even the Sith warriors who had been training in repel line descent saw the wookiees as coming down slower, like clay pigeons, when they really came down like comets.

The wookiees were aflame with green fire, passion, and right on their magnetic-center, difficult to move, ripping through Sith forces with Rykk blades like paper dolls, finessing through nervous, ill-trained rifle blasts…most of the time anyway. Maybe the Sith Warriors were right, however. The wookiees weren’t doing half as much damage as the “training injuries;" a crowded war force turning inward to their “ocean of black” to assault the falling wookiees only to wind up firing on each other, instant hot deafness and deathness.

Death everywhere for everyone. That old cliché. No plan survives first contact with the enemy.

And then there was the monster girl, taught she was ugly by the same people she now leaned on for support, who she stood on for reach. Helmets!

What would he see when he peered at Vrag?

He closed his eyes and awoke, the noble can-cell having finally sustained damage. And more. And more. He leapt from its back into the fray. Weapons drawn, he joined the wookiees in the mutual slaughter, as the once beautiful, impossible can-cell was torn apart by the ordinary.

And returned to the Everything.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Location: near the Eastern bridge of destiny
Objective: Conquer Yugwaaargh
Sub Objective: Maintain vigorous activity
Allies: A strong diet and exercise regiment
Enemies: [member="Taheera Sollo"], snow, frozen roads, mobile posting, life

She didn't take his offer. He hadn't expected her too, she was very strong willed. Perhaps the Jedi were not unwise in sending a woman of her character to the front lines. They were unwise however, in not giving the training she'd require for warfare. At least she had sense enough not to let him attack on his terms.

The jab came to his face, and his saber was quick to come to it's side. Slashing right he used his strength to push the beskar quarterstaff back and to his right, muscling the nose-jab out of his way but throwing a bit more momentum into her second strike. Luckily the strength also redirected the bottom strike a bit upwards, putting it at his thigh rather than his knee. He could feel the bruise on his left thigh forming as the hit came. With his right hip also singed by her opening thrust his mobility was shot. He was never going to out maneuver the foot-plus-shorter-than-him and hundred-plus-pound-lesser-than him woman anyways, but the loss was not appreciated. He needed to end this quickly.

With her quarterstaff on the right of her golden saber Randial swept his blade to the left, aiming for an again non-lethal strike cutting horizontally across her torso. Her pain tolerance was high, but he suspected it could only last for so much longer.

 

[Darth Ayra]

Location: Kachirho
Objective: Objective I
Allies: | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Faye Terrik"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Qun Vell"] | @Spark Fin | [member="James Mathison"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | @Alicia Drey | [member="Midas Âzanroil"] | [member="Hera Naroix"] | [member="Darth Vidar"] | [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Keira Ticon"]| [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Khan Ra"] |
Enemies: | [member="Rusken Shaxx"] | [member="Armand Temi"] | [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] | [member="Meric Nadun"] | [member="Graxin Rade"] |

Darth Ayra felt the clip empty in seconds. Her arm lowered. Each shot fired from the disruptor was aimed to maim, not kill. As Meric Nadun knew, every Sith possessed a scope of vision that no other matched and Ayra foresaw a use for the Sith Lord she was fighting. She need only defeat him, to then subjugate him to her will; and if she failed, then he could be eliminated. She had defeated him once, so she could do it again, that time for the kill.

However, he was not defeated. Not yet.

And he was proving to be a handful.

The first sword pierced her abdomen through to the other side. Her pupils dilated in a mixture of shock, anger and pain. They focused on where he had been. Suddenly he was not there. Her senses told her he was behind her now. He had somehow gotten away from the dead Graug, to launch a counter attack at her back. Instinct kicked in and she dropped onto her good side. The second sword passed by her, inches away. The second her left leg open as she fell. The third caught her shoulder blade. The fourth missed completely. Her Lightsaber raised and deflected the fifth.

A mixture of adrenaline and the dark side coursing through her body forced her back onto her feet when Meric Nadun's assault had passed. Blood seeped from her wounds. Another prognosis of her body determined that her leg injury was serious. The cut on her shoulder was a flesh wound. The sword, now stuck in her abdomen and leaned up was heavy and was the most serious of all. If she did not get medical attention soon, then it could prove to be fatal.

For a second time in many minutes since Darth Ayra had met Meric Nadun, he had almost caused her to die twice. In fact, she was dying right now. Her head leaned to the left, like a predator to prey. Her free hand lowered to her back and felt the sword down to her wound. She broke the remainder of the sword from her back, save for the part of the blade left in her wound. Her Lightsaber cleaved off what was sticking out the other end to the front.

Her tongue licked in a mixture of thirst and anticipation. In the work she had taken too in the past few years, she had forgotten how much she loved a fight; and here was a man who was giving her one of the best of her life. The blademaster lifted her Lightsaber upwards. Juyo was a technique she was proficient in. She was master of all seven. But this particular one allowed her to enjoy the duel.

Darth Ayra would enjoy reducing Meric Nadun to his knees. Then she would take him from Kashyyyk, whether the One Sith won this battle or not. In the end, the Sith Lord cared more for her own life than the cause.

Studying her opponent, she deduced that one of her maiming shots via the disruptor pistol had landed on Meric Nadun's hands. Not the one that was his dominant hand. Darth Ayra had registered the hand he had used to wield his Lightsaber at the beginning of their duel. Despite this, Meric now found himself at a disadvantage in a Lightsaber duel. Two hands were better than one.

Pain gripped the Sith Lord. It fueled her. That was the thing about those Humans or any other species that called themselves a Sith. Taught to wield and harness their pain and those deepest, darkest emotions that fueled their passion, Darth Ayra would continue on wards, possessed by a rage that could not be fathomed. The piece of metal now stuck in her abdomen would slow her down significantly, but she was focused.

Launching herself towards her enemy, Lightsaber raising, Darth Ayra entered a Sith flurry. The first two slashes designed to send Meric off balance, the next two to disarm him of his Lightsaber via a Cho Mai by knocking his Lightsaber to the side and swinging down to take his next hand; and the final a stab up to the chest to pierce his heart with a simple Shiak.