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

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Location: Beachhead

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

Enemies: [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] (You go GURL)

Objective: Do not pull an Anakin


NPC Action

Spoiler

Location: Gates leading out to the beachhead.
Amount: 300 Graug remaining to fight the Vong, majority of renaming Peacekeepers retreating back to Kachirho, 20 surviving Wookie warriors.
Objective: Buy as much time as possible.
Enemy: [member="Darth Arcanix"]'s forces.

The Graug were slaughtered. They happily gave their lives to take as many Vong with them as they possibly could. Some retreated back into Kachirho to form a defensive line along with the majority of the Peacekeepers.

Meanwhile, the Wookies made one final stand against the Sith force, though their numbers were quickly decimated by the force of the Rakamats. They would take as many of their enemy as they could with them before death.

PC action:

Resolve was something Graxin was sorely lacking in at the moment. The invisible hand pulled him toward Silara before he could give any form of resistance, leaving little more than an arm's reach between the two. His expression was something between longing and confusion. If he did as Vitium wanted, then there would be no turning back. All of his plans would fall apart, and there was little guarantee those he now surrounded himself with would survive the following events.

"Do it. Break the spine of the Republic. Then the hordes will be yours, and your rivals will kneel at your feet." Vulcanus's voice rumbled in Graxin's ear, a specter only he could here.

He was caught in Vitium's web, helpless to combat her influence. The more he struggled, the further entangled he became. The Reformation would do whatever he said - if he decided the Jedi were a threat to the galaxy, then they were the threat to the galaxy. If the Wookies needed to be wiped out for the sake of galactic peace, then the Peacekeepers would be the first to fire shots. He had an army to command all on his own, and Jedi loyal to himself rather than the order they had abandoned on Ossus.

An order that had ostracized them in the same manner as they did the Sith.

Her words pulled him further under her spell. His lips curled into a small smile, and with a moment's hesitation, he reached to take the hand she had offered him.

"Am I alive?"

She'd had him. A simple moment of selfishness to atone for a lifetime of absolute servitude that very well might have doomed the beachhead defense and, in turn, all of Kachirho. Even his signatures in the force indicated such, as the vibrant light he had been in the storm of darkness dwindled to a faint flicker.

He took the liberty of leaning forward, a marginal degree of space between them as he leaned down next to her ear.

"Do you recall when you went into a rage on Csilla, claiming that you loved me before you shattered the factory with your will alone?" He whispered through a smile.

"I think you're very much alive, my dear. Very much alive, and so very misguided. You could be far more than a cog in the Sith war machine." The flicker of light in the force would suddenly brighten into a blinding flame. He had his resolve now, all because of a short little sentence.

"The actions of your cohorts are unforgivable. The Vong are a menace. They are inhuman, but you are not. Not yet. Join me, and we will crush your rivals, rebuild the galaxy in our own image. There's more to life than killing people on the whims of emperors and councils."

She was going to kill him now. His own lightsaber was still in his hand, but he would not be the one to ignite the blade. He'd drawn too close. Even if he did block her blade, he would not escape unbloodied.

That was alright. Darth Vitium had him, and he knew it. It was better to die for the freedom of his people, than to become a pawn for a woman who would only use him for her own ends.

"Or will you reject me as well, Silara?"

 

[Caleb Brolen]

Location: Base of tree
Objective: Survive- A
Allies: Republic but no one in the vicinity
Enemies:[member="Darth Carach"] [member="Spark Finn"]

I looked at him, my breathing intensified,and my vision blurring. It was a losing battle for me but I must keep going or the planet will be lost. The pain in my leg subsided and soon after the feeling came back as well. I could walk again but fighting I was not sure about. I ignited my lightsaber and stepped forward the blue light shimmering in my face.

I spoke out to him saying "I will never leave or surrender..I am the only thing standing in your way of total domination of Kashyyyk". I had to think of a way to turn this horrible situation into a fighting chance. Then I said to him "If you really are the Voice Of The Sith..then you will fight me yourself". I had to go into a one on one duel with him because if I defeat him (slim chance) then his forces might retreat.

Also I learned that Sith never back down from a direct challenge. I smiled and said "Do you accept or is the amazing Voice scared to fight me himself". I said the last part louder so more people could hear me.

 

[Leora]

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

It was with grim satisfaction that he watched his counter move cause her so much grief. Of course it had hurt him like hell to get to the point, the loss of a hand and all. Speaking of which, as he started moving towards her he used his lightsaber to cauterize the wound so that he didn't bleed out. That hurt as well, but better to feel the pain and use it than to die a worthless death on this world. The woman he fought had intelligence and desire, but her vision was limited in his opinion. She was just another minion for the would be Sith Emperor or whatever he or she was calling themself these days.

Meric would never be a pawn. Pretend to be, perhaps, but the injustice being wrought upon this world was enough to make his blood boil.

As he strode closer she removed part of the blades that had done her harm. It was enough harm, he was certain, that she was in a world of trouble. Granted he wasn't that much better off at the moment, all things considered. He could survive without his suit being intact, but it was going to do him great harm in the long run. Vina was going to have her work cut out for her, and he could very well die because of Alicia removing his hand the way she had, it just wasn't going to happen instantaneously. So while he might seem better off than her, they were really in the same boat.

She wasn't done, though. The fool of a woman was going to press her luck. Well, he didn't blame her for not wanting to lose, but at the same time, she would be wise to back off and fight this battle again another day, when she was more prepared for it. The younger breed of Sith, though, tended to be rather relentless. Zealots usually were.

It a flurry of motion that came at him and he was forced to back away as he parried her first two strikes. The next came around and, had he not also been moving to counter, would have removed his other hand, essentially ending the fight, but he moved enough that all he lost was his lightsaber, which she cut in half, and his pinky instead. Still wasn't great as his grip on anything was going to be rather terrible, but at least he was alive enough to keep fighting. And he was angry too.

When her last attack came around for the final thrust, he dropped to his knees such that the blade pierced through part of his armor near his neck, and he could feel the heat, but didn't actually hit his body. At the same time, he lifted his one hand, pointing his fingers at the gaping wound in her side, and the glorious conductive metal there, as power flowed through him, down his arm, and unleashed in a torrent of electrical energy at the blade shard within her, a perfect target to absorb and redirect the energy through her, which would hopefully amplify the blast enough to fry her system but not kill her.

Though he felt he should kill her, he at the same time saw the strength within her, and that strength could be useful.

 

[Faye Terrik]

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

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Faye slouched behind a wooden barricade, using it as an opportunity to catch her breath after taking the blow from the Wookiee in her last skirmish. It was only a moment and a few deep breaths before she stood back up, ready to fight once more. She cupped her comlink from her belt and spoke into it once more to the unit, "All squads, continue progress towards the bridge. No prisoners." she paused for a moment, glancing at Shuduc, Venefica's apprentice. "Give Acolyte Macar an entourage. two squads, follow her orders." Faye hoped that the Acolyte would be ok in handling the twenty men, but truthfully she had little doubts of the girl's capabilities.

One more nasally inhale was taken before the teenager looked to the five men she had directly under her control. "Move forward, we need to secure the bridge. We've got one side of it secure. Let's flank the other side.." It was an obvious strategy, but an assault across the bridge would prove to be difficult if no one else took the risk. Faye gestured to the five men to move forward, taking cover between various trees and structures. "Get your hooks ready and get your asses up there. I'll clear as much as I can, but we can't hesitate."

The bridge was positioned between two trees, with a Republic machine gun spitting sustained fire at Nightshade squadron. The tree had various small stubs of where branches once were, which gave Faye enough room to climb. Her dexterity through living in Nar Shaddaa provided her the ease of climbing. It took her a minute to get to the top, but she could see vague shadows through the cracks in the planks, and the sound coming from above. She was under the machine gun nest.

The slicer unhooked her lightsaber from her belt and ignited it, and quickly made an effort to cut a circle around the Republic gunman. It proved difficult to do with one hand and she heard the alert of the Soldier above her. The Republic was onto what her tactic was, and she opted for a more straight forward approach. She pulled her lightsaber away from the half cut circle and isntead stabbed where his foot was, causing him to drop the the ground. A fatal mistake. The second puncture tore through the man's chest and caused an immediately fatal death. Footsteps were scrambling above her now, and she felt that the tactic would only work once. But at least she got the gunner. She disignited her lightsaber and began the trek towards the side so she could climb over.

(tl;dr - Faye gave twenty men to Shuduc, then went to approach the Republic held side of the bridge and climbed under, and stabbed the machine gunner's foot, temporarily neutralizing the sustained fire.)



Location: Inside Kachiro City
Controller: Darth Venefica
Forces: Nightshade Squadron- 65 transferred to Faye Terrik, 20 transferred to [member="Shuduc Macar"], 5 transferred to Khan Ra, 2 taking Jedi prisoner back to HQ
Objective: Capture Kachiro
Opponents: Republic, Jedi, Wookies, Not trees

 

[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"]​

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A slow sigh, disappointment colored his posture and frame. Around them stood his soldiers, his Royal Guard, men and women sworn to protect him and the cause he was striving for.​

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And yet Carach did not seem worried that the padawan had just called him out in front of them. There was no fury or hesitation radiating from him, there was no doubt or fear, there was simple cold neutrality. A form of uncaring that truly projected the fact that this Sith Lord… did not even see Caleb as a blip on his metaphorical radar. ​

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‘Your whole plan hinges on the false assumption that my men follow me, because they fear me. That their entire composition is merely held together by fear for me, that the only way they would find for me… is intimidation and coercion.’ he would raise his eyebrow, but the padawan would not see it from behind his mask. ‘My men, my guard… they follow me out of love, respect and authority. I pay them fair wages, social benefits, I protect them as they protect me and if they pass? Their families will be taken care of.’ ​

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A shrug.​

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‘Simply stated, I do not care enough to waste my time with the likes of you, whilst I can simply order twenty of my men to shoot at you at the same time.’​

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All around them, during this prolonged conversation, the Royal Guard had already taken aim. If Caleb bothered to take one wrong step, twenty rifles would shoot him at the same time. ​

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This was the whole problem with trying to be a hero, by literally waltzing into the center of a Sith Lord’s army. They soon find out that Sith never play fair, even while trying to play fair.​

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‘Last chance, dear Caleb. Either walk away, or be ended.’ ​

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Fall back to the tree
Objective: A, Get medpac for a wookie and protect [member="Caleb Brolen"]
Enemies: [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Qun Vell"] [member="Darth Carach"]
Allies: [member="Caleb Brolen"]

After pulling himself out of the dark maelstrom which had enveloped him for a few minutes, he realized the wookie ally who had saved his life from the attacking Vong, was wounded by blaster fire. Maybe not gravely if he could get the creature a medpack immediately. He quickly helped the wookie up, careful not to touch the large wound on his leg, a gruesome fur-singed burn. Luckily the Hapan padawan was tall enough that the wookie could lean on his shoulder and not completely crush him with its weight. They both fell back and turned, running toward the Great Tree again where Armand had set up the medical tents earlier in the day.

Ahead of him he saw the familiar robes of a Jedi Padawan like himself. He also noticed a Besalisk who was weaving on his feet, probably wounded too. And a young blonde girl alongside him. They appeared to be commanding a unit of five battle droids all aimed at the lone Padawan. Although everything was difficult to make out in the pandemonium of the fight. As he and the wookie ran closer, two wookies rushed up and helped carry the wounded creature away to the medical tents. With lightsaber in hand to ward off the bolt fire from the droids, he also concentrated and tried to set up a Force barrier around himself and around [member="Caleb Brolen"] - a new ability that his Jedi Master Graxin Rade had tried to teach him but without much success.

 

[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"] |

Electricity met the abdomen of Darth Ayra, as she pulled her Lightsaber backwards to enter another flurry. Engulfing her body, threatening to blow her back, the beast within the Sith Lord took over. No longer would it's snout sniff the air, smelling victory on the horizon. Now it would satisfy it's hunger with the congealed taste of blood. Meric Nadun would now be consumed by her fury.

The remnant of the Graug's blade within the Sith blew against the electricity current, like a frag grenade going off inside her abdomen. Fragments of the blade blew out, tearing into her abdominal cavity and out. Lesser beings would have fell. But the Dark Rage that had consumed her pushed her on wards. Enemy Graug threatened to capitalize on the Ayra. Wookiees too.

In the heat of battle, everything was coming to a close and two Sith Lords stood in it's epicenter, on the eve of a great personal triumph over the other.

Darth Ayra forced herself to reverse her Lightsaber into the path of the electricity. Through the motion she pulled onto the dark side and drained the electrical currents into the Lightsaber beam. The electricity ran across the crimson blade. Then she span on her foot, drew the Shikkar on her belt and swung her hand out into the path of Meric's neck. If, upon connection, her hand would break the hilt and the glass would splinter in Meric, as the Graug's blade had done the same in her abdomen.

Her hand released the Shikkar after she swung into the path of a Graug. She severed it's torso. A blood curdling yell emitted from her lips. Several more fell as she fell backwards away from Meric. Wookiees fell under the hail of their own turbolaser, as she deflected bolts back with her Lightsaber blade. All of this done on pure instinct, sensory on the force and a Dark Rage that had consumed her. Yellow, predatory eyes remained on Meric still to see what damage she had done to him.

 

[Caleb Brolen]

Location: Base of Tree
Objective: Survive
Allies: [member="Armand Temi"]
Enemies [member="Darth Carach"]

I yelled out "Fine then coward...give me everything you got". Anything else in this situation probably would have taken the easy way out, but I wouldn't be a Jedi Padawan if I wasn't stubborn. I got ready for the blaster fire that was to envelope me but they were blocked by a barrier pf pure force energy. I looked around to see that a Jedi in Padawan robes running near us.

I smiled then ran forward with my lightsaber drawn at the Sith forces. The royal guard were hard to take down since at the moment they were faster than me and trained to kill. However I found gaps in there attack patterns and took them down. I ran or should I say quickly lingered over to my rescuer while blocking blaster fire.

I faced back to back with him and said "Thanks for the save but do you have a plan to get out of here".

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: The TREE

Long term Objective A:

• Capture the Tree |

Short term:

• Jump up at the Tree.
• Get Corvus.

Allies: [member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Spark Finn"] || @Y’all [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Alicia Drey"]

Enemies Proximity: [member="Armand Temi"] [member="Caleb Brolen"]

NPC Forces Directly engaging those at the tree: [member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Meric Nadun"] 's and moving into the tree

Directly Engaging: [member="Jack Sparrow"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] .. coming for you...

Music: Rise of an Empire



The tree sent at her direction would be blocked by the shield of arms of the massive droid [member="Spark Finn"] had commanded. The corner of her mouth would perk in praise.

Well done.

As the droids would move into position, and the young padawan would demand a fight from the Voice of the Darth Lord, Nephthys would continue the press.

If [member="Jack Sparrow"] would find himself hiding and avoiding the droid fire, then he would likely want to keep a move on. The Droids were still after him -- and his rum.

The Forces of the Yuuzhan Vong, Royal Guard, and one thousand Graug would now be at the base of the tree. They would crash against the Peacekeepers and Wookiee warriors that had returned to the tree to protect it.

There would be no mercy.​

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Snap hiss!​

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From her hip a long black shaft of yorik coral would come into her tiny palm. One end would blaze to life in a bright violet hue. A Wookiee would come racing towards her, and without a word, she would bring the saber staff down in a swift diagonal motion. The hand that held a club to strike at her was sliced clean off, falling into a sickening thud to the floor.

A massive roar of pain echoed within the vicinity.

The Force would surge through the Vahla Darth, and she would sprint forward. Her legs would pump like pistons, and then suddenly she jumped down on a branch.

She was airborne.

She flew up, shot forward through the power of the Force. Nephthys would land upon a flat area, the wood sinking and cracking under her.

The mute would rise, the Hydrastaff hissing at her ear, the Yuuzhan Vong Crab armor molded to her tiny form and over her helm. A flick of her wrist would show her at the ready.

Her single focus -- [member="Corvus Raaf"].

Spoiler

NPC Actions:
Controler: Nephthys
Objective: Securing areas of the city and pushing republic forces to Kachiro Tree
NPC Troops:

Graug
789 - moving to the tree
1665 -moving to the tree
2145 - secured the beach and the piers

1750 Royal Guards - Secured kachiro Bridge
854 droids - Secured Kachiro Bridge


1832 Vong at the Tree - attacking Peacekeepers
2900 Royal Guards at the tree starting to move inside and work their way up.

1673 Graug moving to the tree

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Base of the Tree
Objective: Fight or flight
Enemies: [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Qun Vell"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Allies: [member="Caleb Brolen"]

The two padawans with their backs together, moved in a circle awaiting any missile or foe that threatened them. "You're welcome my friend, but I'm afraid I don't. Also my Force barrier won't last long." The shield had already withstood a barrage of blaster fire from the Royal Guard. "Use this respite to clear your mind," Armand said echoing the words of [member="Graxin Rade"]. "We'll need more than strength to get out of here. We'll have to use our wits. What is your name, friend?" If he was going to die out on the battlefield with the other padawan he wanted to at least know who the fellow was and where he came from.

He also hoped his Jedi Master would hear him somehow and be proud of how Armand was handling the situation, but he needed to tuck these thoughts away for later. Now was not the time for egoism. The two Jedis needed to find a way to get to the protection of the Tree itself where the medical tents were or fall back again to the Beachfront. Either way the battle raged around them on all sides. Only a few more blasts would disintegrate Armand's force barrier. He could almost feel it slipping away at that moment.

 

[Kira Talith]

Location: Kachiro City - Objective A ( Or One)
Objective: Drag Anja down to a safe place.
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"]



"OH BEANS!" Came Kira's abrupt cry of surprise just as Sol yelled out his warning. Kicking Anja's vibrosword away, Kira got a hold of Anja and well..

Pushed her down.

"GET DOWN!" she would yell at Anja, covering the woman with her body to protect her from any stray hit from the whip.

She took this whole protection under custody seriously!

"Stay put!" she'd tell her, her head rising as she would watch Sol's fight with Big Red. Republic soldiers would come over at her, providing cover.

She had to help him!

"Get her to safety." she'd tell them, just as her head would pan back to Soliael and [member="Darth Vidar"].

 

[Leora]

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

Success was bittersweet, like the taste of a lemon in reverse. Gentle at first, sweet and succulent, and then potently sour. The woman should be out cold, but a rage within her was propelling her beyond that of any reason, and now she was no longer in control, seemingly, of herself. At this point she'd reverted to what he'd seen when she'd first come into the fight with him: nothing more than a beast within the garb of someone that could be useful. Needless to say, he was in a tight spot.

This battle was taking its toll, but he wasn't done yet. For years he'd been planning and honing himself to take on the Sith. This day was inevitable. Granted he'd planned to start with some of the lesser Sith, practice, learn, kill their future. But that hadn't been the case here, a Lord had come to face him, a Lord with potent abilities, and she was as raged as death. But Meric wasn't exactly cool.

The surface seemed empty and lifeless. Burned. Shards of what could be. No emotion ever espoused, only callous study of surroundings. If anything it would appear that he had mastered the art to which Jedi so long sought: ascertaining peace. But within was a fire that burned with the rage of a thousand immortal suns. It seethed and roiled, always ready to be called upon as fuel. Bottling up the hatred, the pain that he'd felt over the years made him a powder keg ready to boil over. And here he was, at the precipice of the ledge of failure, her hand reaching for a new weapon to end him.

He would fall. He would fail to avenge his mother. He would fail his new found brother. He would fail Vina. He would fail to put the galaxy on the path to the peace it deserved. But that couldn't happen. It could never happen!

"Noooooooooooooo!"

Rage poured through him and he felt the power within him intensify as she swung her blade around. He lifted his arm, taking the blade through his bicep. The blade snapped off and his arm fell useless at his side, but his rage burned on and his good arm was pointed at her as he manifested the darkside of the Force as an extension of his burning desire to destroy the One Sith for everything that they had done to him and would do to the galaxy if they weren't stop. That rage manifested as him reaching out for her internal organs, attempting to squeeze them and apply the pressure necessary to end this fight.

In all of this, his rage so great, his skin started to crack and flake and blood oozed from open wounds on his head. A lot of him was going into this.

 

[Boethiah]

Location: Kachiro City
Objective: Objective A, get handled
Allies: [member="Darth Vidar"] (bout time)
Enemies: [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] | [member="Kira Liadain"]

Anja watched as her vibroblade was kicked away, the struggle between Soliael and Vidar had just begun; there was much to wonder about.

"Careful!", she shouted back at Kira's handling of her. One moment she was a prisoner and now it seemed she was someone of great importance... Well she was, but not to them. Not yet, anyway. That being said it did not make matters any easier but it did leave an opportunity. Vidar was being quite inadvertently clever.

Turning to the soldiers as they pulled her back per the Jedi's orders, Anja may have not had the force but did they really forget she was Umbaran? She may not have been able to manipulate the Jedi but your average soldier was far less weaker by the mind. If they were forced to sit back rather than help Soliael, that said everything she needed to know. "Don't you see what you're doing? There are Sith storming the city, even your Jedi have their hands full. Let me go. I'm cuffed, I can't do anything; you should help them -- aid them, or more will die. Or you will all die.", the words escaped her lips so intricately she could almost fool herself with the logic, using the Umbaran's ability to subtly influence others she said the words as assurance to their compliance. Hopefully it would work and the soldiers would let her go to save the Jedi.

Meanwhile she had to think of a way out of these binds.

 

[Slate Estrada]

Location: Entering Atmosphere / being deployed to the battle
Objective A: Get down to the ground
Allies: [member="Caleb Brolen"] [member="Armand Temi"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"]


Amidst the battle raging on below, a cargo ship entered the atmosphere of Kashyyyk. The lack of weaponry and defences made it obvious the ship's was not there to fight, in fact it looked like it shouldn't be in a situation such as this at all. But alas, it flew through the storm of blast fire and explosions aiming to reach what seemed to be the main battle at the base of Kachiro. However the innocence of the ship was a deception, for inside were 30 combat ready RIV-1 Drop Pods with their passenger, an elite unit of special ops soldier, already geared, boarded and ready to drop.

The radio of Republic forced on the ground would buzz as Sergeant Major Estrada’s voice connected.
“Archangels ready for combat insertion! Just hold in there, help is on its way.” As the ship got nearer and nearer to the battle, each soldiers heartbeat began to beat faster and faster. These soldiers were the best of the best, but even this fact did exclude them from the fears felt before entering war.

Now the ship was very close. The music of destruction and death grew louder and louder with every second that passed. “Alright men, let's get dangerous.” Was the last words that could've been heard before the feeling of weightlessness took over the soldiers bodies. At an instant all the fears of the upcoming war that had grown over the last hours disappeared, and taking the place was wish and hope of victory.

All the soldiers could do now was wait. Wait for the deafening noise of the pods planting themselves into the ground.



Location: Entering Atmosphere / being deployed into battle
Controller: Slate Estrada
Forces: 30 Archangel Special Forces Soliders
Objective A: Reach the ground and assist the Jedi
Opponents: [member="Darth Carach"] and his troops

 

[Reverance]

PC Post Only - Reverance - Kana Truden + Flint Dexen​

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Location: Stronghold, There in abouts
Objective: Dissuade two jedi from the notion of team work.
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] (duh)
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Flint Dexen"]
Equipment: The War-Torn
Theme:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W9hnrWkBgL0​

Recollection drew the minscule moments, brief as they may have been, to the thoughts of a fight back on Zeltros. It was between Gabriel and two jedi, much like this, power varying between the two, like a sword augmented with a dagger. It was a custom he had hoped to experience more often, the lick of the flames of combat lashing out towards flesh and forming scar beneath. A memory to precipitate some sort of fond nostalgia, a fire side chat for the future when he could recall that one time, where he was engaged by Jedi Master Kana Truden and the nameless Jedi Knight. The one that held such faded memories upon rainy day. Such heroism, such bravery, such persistence.

It was not his typical fashion to be so easily struck with a sort of surprised expression. Grimace or smile, Gabriel wasn't one to wear his true emotions on his face. There wasn't a facial expression that could properly symbolize what he felt deep within, the roiling of hatred and pain beneath transparent flesh and sinew. A balloon filled to the brim with blood and tied taught with self-righteousness and arrogance, he felt the internal pressure as the blade came down to block his swing (assuming Flint came in from Reverance's left). Instinct is a thing born from practice and born from hunger, the two meeting and constantly conflicting against one another. Tried and true, the marriage of the two would breed a habit of striking against those that would strike against him. And while he moved to defend himself, using everything upon his person to his advantage, he alleviated the stress of moving with the supplement of force speed. Like a tiger beetle in movement, he vectorized the power to push it forward in bursts. Blur and solid imagery mixed into movement that would bewilder the common man, not prepared for such mastery of the force. By now, Kana was surely to be picking up on this practice, and the Sith Lord would have to start branching out to more fringe capabilities, as it were.

The force, such a pivotal and destructive thing, bent the knee before the Lord of Pain. A lord in and of itself, it swore fealty to that which would harness it. In his mind, there was no time for such lofty notions of the force being in everything and the force being everything. No, the force was his play thing, and he would break it beneath his will, as he had always done. A body beneath his whip, it screamed out in pain to deliver him the words he emotions he so desired. And the crash and echo of destruction that bounced against swollen bark and fallen leaves only fueled and fanned the fires of his resolve, as he set out to destroy the two before him...at blades end. As his end. At their end.

Lashing out with the left hand in the snap hiss of the blade, Gabriel swung his left arm out, from mid body to his his left outward range, attempting to strike the Flint from his left hip to his right hip (imagining him at an angle to Gabriel). Of course, his right hand wasn't standing so idly by. In a form of his own, comingling Form II and Form V together, fighting powers enhanced by the force speed against his back, it came up to block the right handed swing of Kana Truden. Running off of backwards rotational force, powered by the inertia of the rotator cuff and the natural tendency of the arm to move in circles, the left saber came up as well, forming an 'X' with the right hand saber, to intercept the swing of the Jedi Master. As he did so, he planted his left foot and rotated his body slightly to the left as he aimed a right footed kick towards Kana's chest. Powerful, fast, and maybe a slight bit brutal. But such were the ways of Form V.

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OOC: got mixed up with positioning of everyone, so I sort of put Flint at Rev's left as we are sort of rotating and dancing. Let's talk PM if needed, get this sorted out. Luv u, k bye.

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[Caleb Brolen]

Location-Tree
Objective-A
Allies- [member="Slate Estrada"] [member="Armand Temi"]
Enemies-[member="Darth Carach"]

I took a deep breath and studied my surroundings. If we were to get out of this I had to think fast and smart, a combination I was not good at using. As I looked around I answered the guys question with "The names Caleb but that's not important". I saw republic shuttles coming in from the west but the barrier would be down before they arrived.

I looked around once more to no avail until I looked straight at the ground. There was still a lot of dirt,ash,and sand from the beachhead battle spread around. Some of it still stuck to my skin. I smirked then said "I have an idea. As soon as the barrier is gone use the force to create a dust cloud around us then move to that tree root over there". I pointed over to a giant tree root that should give us cover until reinforcements arrive.

It wasn't a great plan but we didn't have many options. "Ready" I said hoping that he understood the plan.

 

[Veino Garn]

Location: Beaches NE of City
Objective: A- Hold the Tree
Allies: Nobody nearby
Enemy: [member="James Mathison"]

It was mildly surprising to have someone jump towards his lightsaber. Even with having a reputation for poor decisions, Veino couldn't remember ever doing that. Not many pulled out vibroblades in the middle of a lightsaber fight either. As far as he knew, most didn't block lightsaber blades, so the blade was a wild card. Would he slice right through it or get it caught? Best to assume it would block, just to be safe. Just because the blade wasn't pure plasma didn't mean it wouldn't still slice through any exposed skin and he wasn't too keen on trying out his armor.

So he played it safe and jumped up and to the side, short and quick to go over the white lightsaber blade while pulling his own saber back towards himself in a another parry position. He was expending too much energy. He needed to buy time for his allies. Keep this attacker tied up and away from the tree home. Or end it quickly. That was the question. The man was clearly well skilled with blades. Perhaps more skilled than Veino could quickly overcome. Or overcome at all.

That was where Soresu was at its strongest. Everyone becomes fatigued in time and slips up. All he would have to do is wait. So he took a few more steps backwards, blade held in his original guard position.

 

[Slate Estrada]

Location: Kachiro, tree base
Objective A: Support the Jedi
Allies: [member="Caleb Brolen"] [member="Armand Temi"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"]


Finally, the ride was over.

The pods hit the ground one after the other and dug themselves into the soil. Only seconds after the impact, the doors of the pods shot off. From the darkness of the now dented and almost destroyed pods, emerged fully equipped and armoured soldiers. Barely orientated, the soldiers began to make there way to each other to start a formation.

Finally, the last pod hit. And from it appeared Slate Estrada. He was hardly recognisable in his fully body armour, the only thing that set him apart from the other soldiers was rank that was found on his right soldier. “Form up!” He shouted over the noise of battle, “let's get to that tree.” It was obvious from the group’s numbers that some of the pods had not reached their destination. Either it being a tree branch, enemy fire or even a failure of the targeting system, it didn't matter. The soldier that weren't with the group would most likely to be dead.

Without thinking about their missing team members, the unit moved on. They had landed a distance from the tree to avoid interception from the branches above and therefore they had to travel quite a trek before any support could be provided to the Jedi. As the elite soldiers neared the tree, they made sure that their weapons were switched off of safety and that they were fully reloaded. After double checking and triple checking their equipment they were within metres of the tree. As planned, they had landed on the far side of the tree and the amount of enemy forces were limited.

When the unit reached the tree, the original plan was to ascend up the tree and set up defence positions. However before the plan commenced, Slate spotted the two Jedi trying to hold off the entirety of the enemy force, including a Sith. “Set up positions in those trees and be ready give supporting fire to those Jedi!” Slate ordered, pointing at duo. As his soldiers moved into attack positions, Slate tried to radio to the Jedi, hoping they had a comm system. “This is Sergeant Major Estrada, me and my men are in positions to give suppressive and effective fire on the Sith forces as soon as you are clear of the area.”

Location: Kachiro, tree base
Controller: Slate Estrada
Forces: 28 Archangel Special Forces Soliders
Objective A: Support the Jedi
Opponents: [member="Darth Carach"] and his troops

 

[Whispers of Lumirith]

Location: Stronghold - Exiting
Objective: Finish Support, Leave to Safety
Allies: Republic | [member="Shule Windspeaker"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | Yuuzhan Vong | One Sith

It was time.

As the manifestation of Light side energy continued to burst from the worshyr trees around the stronghold and form into balls of Light, they would surround and encompass the individuals who fought for the Republic – avoiding the obvious scent of the dark side as its alignment was as clear in the Force as an Alderaanian night. The dozens had turned into hundreds and the hundreds into thousands, encompassing the area in such a display of wonderment that even some Yuuzhan Vong warriors would become distracted. Perhaps it was curiosity, maybe it was the fear of the legend behind the achievement of Oneness and the capabilities one had when they did so.

For hours, she had surrendered herself to the will of the Force and allowed her meditation to spread and inflict as much courage and valor as possible to the Wookiees, Republic Soldiers and Jedi alike. She harnessed the energies of the life surrounding the trees and everything that bound it together and pressed it into a physical manifestation that would encompass the forces of the Republic in such a way to provide them a boost and continue to dampen the dark side of the Force and hamper their usage within the general vicinity of the stronghold.

And so with the residual valor “buff” in place and the “debuff” on the One Sith, the overall meditation would cease and the Sword of the Jedi would appear from the depths of the stronghold. Aaralyn would cut her way through any resistance that blocked her way and in turn she would create a path towards freedom and if needs be – safety away from the stronghold.

Well enough away.

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Location: Yugwaaargh -North Branch
Objectives: Objective Number 2 - Defend the Stronghold at all costs
Allies: [member="Kian Karr"] - [member="Rael sul B'an"] - [member="Book"] - [member="Flint Dexen"] - [member="Ayden Quell"] - [member="Sophia Walsh"] - @Samus Valik - [member="Sochi Ru"] - [member="Kana Truden"] - [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] - [member="Taheera Sollo"] - [member="T-Eya Carn"] - @Marakai Al-Orren - [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] - [member="Shule Windspeaker"] - @Ta'Mur Rokar
Enemies: [member="Cryax Bane"] - [member="Xenia Nastassia"] - [member="Keira Ticon"] - @One Sith


Varus paid no mind to the words that left the woman's mouth as she again put herself between Cryax and himself. She was a fool to think that he wouldn't get past her, one way or another. Whether or not he had to spill her blood or not, Varus was going to get to the slicer Chiss and make him pay for the damage done on a virtual playing field.

She was stubborn, and brave, but Varus had learned a long time ago that if he had to kill, he would. He'd do practically everything in his power to avoid it, but sometimes there was no way around it. He was a warrior of the light, from which he would never stray, even in the darkest of times. This was one of those times, as his allies fell back to the stronghold behind him, though it made little difference to him. Varus knew that the force was guiding him now, and whether he woke tomorrow with a thousand cuts or lay in a shallow grave far before his time, he was ready and willing to make the sacrifices necessary in order to spare those tormented by the Sith.

Without a moment's hesitation Varus bolted at Keira, both sabers swaying in tow as he pressed them. As he dashed towards her, with one swift motion, Varus slung his left arm across his body, whipping his saber around and flinging it again, this time at Keira, something he expected to make for a suitable distraction. The very next second, however, the force surged through his body and swelled through every muscle, his arms and legs aching from the power they stored. As the saber spun like a violet razor towards the young woman, Varus released the power in his body, the force surging through his legs and propelling forward at blinding speed with force sprint.

His form became a blur, and in an instant he had dashed past his spinning blade and the woman that could either stop him passing next to her or take the saber directly, possibly killing her if struck in the right place. That's when he knew [member="Cryax Bane"] was vulnerable, believing that the young woman would keep him busy at least for a while. It might have been his most fatal mistake, however, because the next second Varus was passing along the man's right side and sweeping his right handed saber across his lower body.