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

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

LOCATION: Ruined Republic Stronghold
OBJECTIVE: B
ALLIES: One Sith
ENEMIES: Jedi [member="Sochi Ru"] [member="Gherron Vael"]
MUSIC: Bei Bei Zhang

Balaya was looking at Sochi as it came... the splintering of wood and the stronghold was being destroyed while she moved. Getting herself secured off to the side as more of it went away. She didn't scream but her voice came out in a loud whisper that resonated. "Move now." She was moving back with her men and felt that repulse as the massive heavy zeltron stood there at the ready. She hadn't been expecting that and stumbled back a little turning it into a rill as she crouching low correcting herself and firing a shot off into the soldiers Sochi was saving. She had lost track of the jedi for a moment until she felt her with empathy.

Her eyes trained on her as Sochi was coming into fight her, saber slashing at her gun and she dropped the rifle letting her cloak cover her hands. To protect with the cortosis dust while she stayed crouched down. The impact of the saber was there but it would go into the dust, the impact of her kick rocking her shoulder as she felt it strike the metal. Her arm could feel the impacts and felt numb almost from she was guessing a force enhanced kick as Balaya let her blade eject from a sheath. The saber activating for a moment as the sickly red hummed to life with the dark'chyld crystal hurling insults towards the togruta.

Her hand holding the saber moved to slash as Balaya turned the impact into momentum, her body twisting to use it while the cloak raised showing for the moments the weapons.... but her hand went to one of the grenades. Unclipping it as she threw it fast in the spin down letting the hex grenade cook and detonate. She took an inhale before slashing with the saber while the sentient crystal released a pitch in its voice to interfere with the echolocation. It shouted loudly into both verbal and into the force to try and disorient while a talon ejected from her glove to slash at Sochi with turadium claws.

 

[Rain]

Location: Ornithopter to Objective A
Allies: Grrrod (NPC) and [member="Dak Canton"]
Forces: N/A
Objective: A
Opponents: Sith

Still, he hum-sang. It kept his pulse right for the environment, always at war until the war was over and all was once more balanced. He patched up his fellows, cleaning wounds with spit, cutting away dead flesh with his tooth dagger, and knitting them shut with a few sharp notes.

“Alt fri alt ocus féith fri féith…. Alt fri alt ocus féith fri féith”

Rain meditated on fire. Not the red fire, of heat and light. The invisible fire that worked in secret, that stirred in bellies of that which came before the suns, the stars, the schism. He radiated with this green fire, burning from within. Rain was hungry, he was tired.

But, Dak’s wound would heal.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: Sky above Kachiro
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Rain"]
Enemies; None, yet

I don't know what sort of Force voodoo the guy in the ornithopter worked on me, but it patched my leg up a bit.

"Thanks, uh... what's your name?"

One second I was asking a question, the next the ornithopter soared straight over an unnatural gloom. Grrod started to freak at the front seat. Thought I heard a whimper. The auditory sensors of my helmet were picking up some serious sound waves, almost as if there was an incessant rumble of thunder. The beach below was covered in fog. The beach wouldn't be our stop just yet though.

I activated my helmet's holographic processors, which cut through the darkness and fog. I looked down and saw...

"Aw kriff."

Bolts slewed from the e-web as I squeezed the trigger, lancets of red that cut down through smog and ate into Sith landing forces at the beach head.

 

[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 didn't waste a moment as he dashed past the Chiss who's leg he'd lopped off. He hadn't expected him to recover as quickly as he had, but he'd noticed the spark and grind of metal instead of the crack and rip of flesh. To him that meant that this man had already lost his legs, or at least the one he'd just cut off, and so despite certainly agonizing pain, he had to imagine that it was much easier pain to fight through than the first time when he'd lost his real leg.

As Varus circled around behind the Chiss he finally turned and caught his second saber, which had darted past the others without finding it's target. It had, however, served it's purpose perfectly, yet when he caught it he had to employ it's uses again as he frantically swatted bolts away left and right, falling back until he noticed the young woman coming back around along side the Chiss for another attack. He hadn't noticed her use of the force, but he saw her jump towards him with her saber, and in turn he dashed backwards towards a stack of heavy transport crates. Before he could get behind them, however, the force snapped him at the legs and set him to his back, and without a moment's hesitation he rolle behind the crates, sighing for that moment before he picked himself up and threw his back against the crates in order to make sure that his enemy had no angle on him.

Those moments were sobering as he realized just how alone he was on that Northeaster branch, his allies having fallen back to the stronghold. He wasn't much of a man for retreat, however, and even then, when it seemed most dire, Varus could see this encounter going many different ways, but for now he was going to wait and react after allowing his opponents to make the first move. That's why he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the force fill and rejuvenate him as he opened his heart and mind to it, listening to it's whisper and waiting for it to warn him again before he reacted.

 

[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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Much like she would have expected the hits didn’t land but there would come further opportunities down the road, of this Kana was certain.

Despite much happening there was little Kana’s mind could come up with to do but raise her saber in a parry as her opponent struck out at her shoulder. Not that she would let him. He had tried once and shame on her if he’d fool her twice. The parry came in the form of her own saber reaching out to swat the saber away from her opponent.

A push through the force found itself launched at her opponent as she sought to have him stumble and lose focus on the levitating saber. It was all she could think of to help [member="Flint Dexen"]. If there was something she could work on it’d be team work. This was only ever the second time she did this. It still didn’t strike her as quite right having a two-on-one but for what it was worth she was sure Reverance thrived off of it.

He had that air to him.

On bad instinct her left hand let go of the saber and her right hand jabbed away at her opponent’s saber. She realized what she had done and fell back to the more defensive form.

Why was it that she never pushed the possible advantage?

 

[Flint Dexen]

Objective B - Protect Stronghold
Location: Wherever Kana and Reverance are
Allies: @Kana Truden
Enemies: @Reverance
Special Equiptment: N / A

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The Sith was fast. Real fast. Before Flint could plant another attack against the Sith, his opponent had sent his crimson lightsaber hurling at him, while also dueling with his right lightsaber against Kana. The telekinetically thrown lightsaber came towards the Jedi Knight, almost like a shot from a blaster rifle. Perhaps a bit more lethal, however.

In the mere seconds Flint had to react, he twisted his torso sideways, his primary goal being to avoid getting hit right in the chest. He also raised his lightsaber in the vain hope of somehow parrying the incoming projectile, however realized that it wasn't at the right angle to properly intercept the enemy lightsaber.

Whether it had been thanks to Kana's Force Push, or his twisting movement, Flint managed to avoid getting impaled in the chest: instead, he let out an agonized yell as the crimson blade struck into his left shoulder. Red blur of pain clouded his vision as Flint tried his best to maintain his composure. His right hand, which also held his lightsaber, traveled to the mark on his shoulder where he had been hit, pulling out the lightsaber of the spot if the Sith hadn't already telekinetically recalled it. In either case, he found removing the crimson blade just as painful as getting impaled by it.

Flint didn't need to glance to his left to know that his shoulder had been critically damaged. Regardless, he wasn't dead. Yet. He needed to ignore the pain as much as possible to fight the battle at hand. Squinting, he saw that Kana had returned to a more defensive form. 'No! We need to subdue him as quickly as possible!' he wanted to shout. He didn't say it, or even transmit that thought through the Force. Instead, he stumbled forward quickly before using his undamaged right arm to swing a large arc with his lightsaber from the right to the left at Reverance, aimed at returning the damage he had caused. Or something. It didn't occur to Flint, however, that he had not much of a defense ready in case of a counter-attack.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Location: Ruined Republic stronghold
Objective: Assist Master Ru
Allies: [member="Sochi Ru"] [member="Rael sul B'an"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Praelior"]

As Gherron continued to try and round up Vong, he heard a massive crack and sopped in his tracks. He looked around, hoping against what he knew to be true. The snapping of branches and the cracking of the flooring beneath him confirmed it. The stronghold was gone. Looking down for a split second in defeat, he snapped out of it quickly as he heard his padawan's voice in his head. Directing his thoughts back to the kaleesh, he searched with his eyes. 'Rael. Go! The stronghold can't hold any longer. Try and save what you can, but get out of here. It's not safe!' Still not able to spot the other Jedi with his eyes, he did see was Sochi facing off against another Sith on the other side of the collapsing fortress. Looking around for a way to get over to them, he realized too late that his platform had begun to fall down with the rest. Calling into the force, he tried something he'd never tried before. 'Just like riding a bike, right?' And with that, he leaped up into the air, grabbing hold of the higher ledge and pulling himself up. As soon as he regained his footing, he took off toward the duel.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: At the tree
Objective: Objective A – Defend the tree
Allies: tbc
Enemies: [member="Darth Venefica"] (the first dance) | [member="Darth Carach"] (hurry, my card is filling up)
Theme: Another girl, another planet

‘I always flirt with death
I could kill, but I don't care about it
I can face your threats
Stand up tall and scream and shout about it

I think I'm on another world with you
I'm on another planet with you.’

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VvO7HNQPFRI

Trust in the Force. A very early lesson for Corvus when she was a Padawan newly arrived on Ossus. One that was, at times, difficult to put into place. To avoid any conscious instinct to act and to instead place your faith entirely in a preternatural force that your senses could not interact with. Yet now was one of those times where her trust was implicit. She was aware of a presence, one she hadn’t sensed since Manaan. It was a Sith. The Padawan that had opposed Sera. Except…she was stronger now, more powerful. Maybe a Knight now?

Corvus opened her eyes and exited her state of Meditation. Emptiness was an ability she’d learned when she’d first become a Knight. That’s the thing about Meditation, even to most Jedi it was undervalued. Yet if they could feel what she did now, a state that had cleared and strengthened her connection to the Force, allowing her greater control for a limited period of time after exiting it. She shrugged, it mattered little what others thought just now.

As the Sith woman approached, she smiled and coughed slightly. Any Jedi in the vicinity would probably sit down now – or take a nap. That clearing of the throat signified a speech at best and a lecture at worst. And there would be stories in it. Oh, yes, there would be at least one allegory or metaphor.

“We meet again. A cliché I know, but an appropriate one. It’s funny,” as she stared into space it was clear it had started, “That often the simplest of lessons stay with us forever. You see my Master, at our first ever meeting taught me something. Something I used today. Have you heard of the Sword of the Jedi? Never mind, her name is Master [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]. And what she showed me was the Force is this big.” Corvus used her arms and hands to indicate a very large box. “Now bear with me, it’s an analogy.” It was just like being back at the Academy. Younglings would be playing Pazaak now. Entire personal possessions could be won and lost before the story concluded. “It’s clearly bigger, but you get the point, yes?. And your own ability to access it is,” she pointed to her own head. “Much smaller by comparison. As we develop we are able to access more at a given time as well as more over a sustained period.”

“But the learning was – and therefore is – that your access to the Force is finite. Now for the Sith, you can generate as many emotions as you like – but the concept is the same. You will tire. And I presume in your time on this planet where, if I might add, you are an unwelcome guest, I suspect you have been using your finite energy source? I’m right aren’t I. And that’s not even taking into account your physical condition. All that fighting takes it out of you, no?”

“So what I’m saying is, if you wish to surrender now, there is no dishonour. I shall ensure your safety.” Finally there was silence. She was finished. She had no expectation that the Sith would agree, but she was a Jedi. She had to try. And as she waited for a reply she entered Center of Being and Force Valor. Her sabers were still clipped to her belt. The only outward signs of her change was a momentary closing of the eyes. Practice had made nigh on perfect.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Beach Front battle, down with the Jedi!
Objective: (A) Take the tree
Allies: [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Alicia Drey"]
Enemies: [member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Rusken Shaxx"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Meric Nadun"]

"Then perhaps you need to go study some history of the origins of our prospective Orders," she retorted, but didn't elaborate. This discussion was getting nowhere, except beyond them exchanging hot air. He could deny what his Ession Reformation was, but to her and others, they were hypocrites for breaking away from the Jedi and committing themselves completely to war. That would only help the Sith in the long term, as war would cloud and pervert the Force with darkness, just as the Clone Wars had long ago.

"I have never murdered anyone in cold blood, I have only killed fighting in battle, but if you want to paint me as a monster . . . then you simply have allowed your prejudice to cloud your own judgement. I actually have expanded my associations beyond the Sith, and actually enjoy speaking to others that aren't Sith, but you . . . you and your Ession will always see me as Sith and try to kill me because of that. That is just sad."

Not bothering to wait for a reply, she leveled her saber at him, the half circle hand guard over her hand, and the blade re-igniting. It would be pointless to talk anymore with this Knight, she would show him through actions.

NPCs:
Location: Beach, advancing forward to pin the Republic troops between fighting on two fronts (never a good thing for the person in the middle)
Controller: Darth Arcanix
NPCs: 8,473 Sith troopers, 10,325 Vong Warriors, 4 rakamats
Opponents: [member="Graxin Rade"]'s forces, [member="Thane Drexel"] and his fighters

With the enemy forces completely decimated on the beach now, the Sith and Vong forces began the advance up the beach towards the wall separating them from the city. That was when the enemy fighter craft emerged and began strafing the advancing forces, killing and wounding several ranks of the advance, but not halting it. The commander, remembering Manaan, had fully prepared for enemy fighter craft and bombers coming to engage them and ordered his rocket troopers to fire at them. Hundreds of rockets would rise up to attempt to blow up the enemy fighters.

The Vong subaltern, seeing the enemy fortification was weakening from rakamat fire, shouted an order in his native tongue to launch a swarm of thud and blast bugs at the weakened portions, razor bugs flying out of bandoleers as well to fill the air and try and keep any defenders down while the wall became the target of the combined forces.

"For the glory Yuu-Yuuzhan!" he shouted, and they began the charge forward as the rakamats had finally moved within close range for their weapons. They had a range 2km, but up this close, they would be absolutely devastating as their Yaret-Kor opened up with cannons, molten coral smashing into the wall with force force, and some more rounds being fired over to act as artillery. The dovin basals remained active in the defense, so they would remain slow as they pushed forward with the main body.

The battle at the wall had begun, and with the defenders out-numbered almost 3 to 1 with both forces, the one outside and the one within, combined they would be hard pressed to engage.

Summary:
Lost another rough 600 troops from the strafing fighters from Thane, responding with rocket units firing hundreds of rockets (set-up in previous posts)
Launching full-out assault on the wall, with rakamats now in close range and bringing their guns into full effect on the defenders and the wall

 

[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's eyes remained closed as the Force Destruction waved over her. She could feel the brute force of the power. Feel her skin begin to wither under it's affects. Inside the Force Bubble, pieces of skin began to life inside the vortex of power that Meric Nadun had used to try and destroy her. But with all energies used on someone in the beginning stages of a Force Maelstrom, Meric Nadun's attack was absorbed into the distorted sphere that Darth Ayra had risen to protect herself.

Her yellow, predatory eyes open as the Force Maelstrom burst forth from her. Like a wave, the surrounding area of Graug, Wookiee and Vong were caught in the epicenter of the Battle of Kachirho, as Darth Ayra unleashed the potent powers combined with those of Meric Nadun. Telekinesis burst forth and caught Meric, lifting him off his feet. A torrent of Force Lightning followed and caught his body. Blown backwards, he came to a stop at the edge of the miniature crater that the Maelstrom had created.

By no means, had the Force Maelstrom ended the Battle of Kachirho in the One Sith's favor. Falling around the Sith Lord were the disintegrated parts of beings who were atomized in the Maelstrom's power.

But it had ended the duel between Meric Nadun and Darth Ayra.

Gingerly, the Sith Lord made her way out of the fighting. With half an abdomen left over, a broken spleen and gigantic gash along her left leg, she would leave Kashyyyk scarred for life. But she did leave a victor.

~​

Under the orders of Darth Ayra, a small battle group of Yuuzhan Vong warriors were directed to Meric Nadun's location. As the Sith Lord departed the main battle and made her way to the back lines to recuperate and receive medical attention, she had not forgotten her opponent.

The scope of the Sith was strong and she saw something in Meric Nadun to make him useful. Something told her to keep him alive. To ensure that he left Kashyyyk in her custody. As the Yuuzhan Vong made their way forward to retrieve to fallen Sith Lord, Darth Ayra made arrangements for a transport to collect her.

 

[Beowoof]

Location: Over the beaches
Objective: Airstrike the invading armies
Allies: [member="Keanu Shan"], [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Aqulia Audax"], [member="Talon Vosra"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Jack Rand"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Dak Canton"], the Republic at Objective A
Enemies: [member="Darth Arcanix"]

The skies were free, and Sressechka's X-Wing fighter streaked over the woodlands of the wookie world and majestically cut across the open sky as she approached the beach. A Republic soldier had just recently comm'd to her that air cover was critically needed in this vicinity, and she knew she was in the right place when Echo One and his wingmen slashed laser fire against the wretched throngs below. Apparently, their fire had not caused quite as many casualties as expected. But Angel Five would do better.

The One Sith platoons were conveniently clustered together. And the Blazing Angel fighter still had two proton presents to serve out.

"Confirmed. Going in." She pitched upward to stall out and gain more firing time, then angled in for the massacre. Quad lasers shunted out from Fairweather Friend's cannons as the rutian pilot strayed the opposing throngs. Then she was alerted to hundreds of rockets hurtling towards the fighters, fiery tails pursuing them. It was time to bail out of this run. She tugged at her ballistics trigger and sent a proton torpedo smashing into the midst of the army, decimating troops all around before pulling up into a tall loop to avoid the RPGs.

She was numb to the lives she had snuffed below. She was going to kill them all.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Location: Near the Eastern Bride of Painful Destinies.
Objective: Conquer Yugwaaargh(I think that's done though)
Sub-Objective: Defeat and capture Taheera Sollo - get an autoprint
Allies: Strength and reach
Enemies: [member="Taheera Sollo"], third basewoman of the Corellia Lady Dreadnoughts

If Randial were using his own lightsaber perhaps he'd have struck the healer, but the woman's blade didn't have the same length as his own. Frustrating, but it was a path of his own choosing. He followed her motions, his eyes more than quick enough to see the swing before it came. But his injured legs? They were not quick enough to evade the blow, nor bend far enough that he might block the strike with his saber.

So down Randial went, but he did not go alone. Extending a hand as he fell he went to grab at Taheera Sollo's arm and pull her down with him. With his offhand he'd disengage his saber, then push the empty hilt to her stomach, and reignite the golden blade. With luck Alter Damage would prevent loss of life, but not consciousness.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: At the Tree
Objective: Objective A, Dance with [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Allies: [member="Faye Terrik"], [member="Khan Ra"], @Shduc Macar, [member="Darth Valtryx"]
Enemies: [member="Kira Liadain"], [member="Soliael Devin Talith"], [member="Meric Nadun"], [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Main Enemy: [member="Corvus Raaf"]

She stood in the centre of the building, alone, since the departure of the Acolyte and the five snipers she had loaned him earlier. The plan that had seemed so simple at the time had been riddled with set backs and delays, but now everything was going according to plan. The city, once heavily fortified, had pockets of fighting spread out like festering sores. The more the Sith pushed, the more the Pubs stepped back. Even some of the mighty Wookies had begun to take to the trees, fleeing the area in hopes of mounting a rebellion against the soon-to-be rulers of Kashyyyk.

Emerging from the building, she felt a presence through the Force that wasn't there before. A quick scan revealed the taint of the Light Side, which meant only one thing; Jedi. So it seemed not all the Jedi had fled the city for the beach, in hopes of stopping the Sith juggernaut from reaching Kachiro. In their carelessness, they had focused on the main force not thinking that small bands could penetrate the defenses and impregnate the city. Once more, the Jedi and the Republic displayed their legendary shortsightedness in not seeing the big picture, which gave an opportunist like Darth Venefica and her group the chance to drive a rusty nail deep into the heart of the city. How long would Republic controlled worlds keep faith in them?

An unseen finger beckoned the Sith Knight to follow it, leading her to another confrontation with a Jedi. Her mouth watered with delight with every step she took, the anticipation inside her growing more and more the closer she got. And there, standing by the tree was not just any Jedi; but the Jedi Master she had a brief encounter with back on Maanan. Fate was truly smiling down on her today. She halted her advance a several yards from the Jedi, bent down and scooped up a single rock, and began rolling it around inside her closed hand. Then the Jedi spoke. They always spoke. Cocking her head to the left, she listened to the Jedi's words.

The Sith began to laugh as she repeatedly tossed the stone up in the air and caught it. "Tired...perhaps. Killing so many of the weak has that effect on one's physical endurance...but I'm sure as a Jedi, that concept is foreign to you, yes?" It was true, she was wary and her body still ached from the Wookie's attack. And yes, it was true that she had spent a lot of Force energy to get this far. But she was not defeated as the Jedi must have assumed by her declaration that she simply lay down her weapon and surrender.

"Tell me something Jedi," she said while her eyes tracked the stone's movements, "How does one who has taken an oath to defend the citizens of this planet...one who has sworn to protect her brethren stand idly by and feel the deaths of so many without reacting? I'm not assuming you're a coward...I'm simply stating...are you?" A cold smile slowly crept across her face as her eyes locked on the Jedi, her right hand snatching the stone in midflight.

"And assuming your predictable answer is no...then what excuse can you conjure up to make me believe otherwise?"




NPC

Spoiler

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

 

[Jack Sparrow]

Location: Kachiro, tree base

Jack ran, arms akimbo and waving frantically. This was not the homecoming he'd envisioned, and quite frankly the dodging and running and the sidestepping were all becoming quite inconvenient.

Finally, the senator had had enough. Reasonably nearby, he saw the bright blades of lightsabers. Whether they belonged to magic-users of good or ill meant little to him, for to Captain Jack Sparrow all magicians were to be avoided whenever possible. However, when they appeared in groups, they seemed to always be the ones in charge, and so he stepped out, hands raised.

"Hello?" he called loudly, ducking quickly as a massive clod of earth from a nearby explosion rocketed past his head. "Captain Jack Sparrow here, senator of Kashyyyk. Very important, so no killing, savvy? I'd like to parlay with whoever is in charge, so if someone could stop with the slicing and the killing, I'd greatly appreciate it."

[member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="[COLOR=rgb(255,255,255)][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/796-kira-liadain/"]Kira Liadain[/URL]] [member=[/COLOR]Slate Estrada], or anyone interested!

 

[Jack Sparrow]

Location: Kachiro, tree base

Jack ran, arms akimbo and waving frantically. This was not the homecoming he'd envisioned, and quite frankly the dodging and running and the sidestepping were all becoming quite inconvenient.

Finally, the senator had had enough. Reasonably nearby, he saw the bright blades of lightsabers. Whether they belonged to magic-users of good or ill meant little to him, for to Captain Jack Sparrow all magicians were to be avoided whenever possible. However, when they appeared in groups, they seemed to always be the ones in charge, and so he stepped out, hands raised.

"Hello?" he called, ducking quickly as a massive clod of earth from a nearby explosion rocketed past his head. "Captain Jack Sparrow here, senator of Kashyyyk. Very important, so no killing, savvy? I'd like to parlay with whoever is in charge, so if someone could stop with the slicing and the killing, I'd greatly appreciate it."

[member="Darth Nephthys"] @ Kira Liadain @Slate Estrada, or anyone interested!

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Moving into atmosphere
Objective: transitioning from C to A
Allies: [member="Sressechka"] | [member="Talon Vosra"]
Enemies: (disengaging) [member="Darth Arcis"]
Forces: 6 Stealth Xs

Korr broke off after firing on the Sith star fighters, pointing his Stealth X's nose towards Kashyyyk and pushing down the throttle. The six other Stealth Xs would keep the Sith star fighters busy in space. Korr was receiving distress signals from the ground, so he took his flight and made a beeline for the Great Tree.

It took about thirty seconds at maximum MGLT to pass through atmosphere and as they drew down on the location Ryan eased up on the speed. Darkness hung just above the ground, mixing with a thick fog. And Korr felt a crushing sense of despair. Futility. He could feel their numbers below. Overwhelming might. What could the Jedi do against such reckless hate?

The utter hopelessness of it all struck him like a tidal wave of despair that swept from sight all the spires of hope, leaving him numb inside. He grit his teeth against the interference, recognizing the darkness for what it was. More mind games and illusions. More tricks of the dark. Even from the depths of forlorn hope, he stretched out a hand toward the Light in memory of what was and what could be again.

With those memories he steadily rebuilt the fortress of his mind, unyielding, unbroken.

 

[Reverance]

NPC's are continuing to do their thing, rampaging at the stronghold and ensuring it's demise (done on the fact that no one is engaging my npcs anymore)​

Stronghold is destroyed, Objective B claimed for One Sith​

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Forces: (copy and paste from last post)

Spoiler

15,927 Vong total (with all the goodies, including awaiting draxus)
--12,000- 1000 = 11,000 Crab Armor - Marching and completely regrouped. They at the door now, which really should be pretty rough at this point considering...ya know...blast bugs.
--500 Crab Armor - Loading up and heading towards a different part of the world, Kachirho
--4,000 - 700 = 3,300 Crab Armor - Firing down from the top of the canopy, within the stronghold
--1,000 Vondun skerr draxus - Are dropping towards the great tree city, Kachirho, far from this fight.
--327 - 200 = 127 Ooglish Noxokk - on the remaining bridges, clinging to stumps, and giving it their all as they fire against droids and wookies and pubs.
--210 - 210 = 0 Vaghrokka and Vong (still 150 vaghrokka crawling around) -
-4 Grokata -
-17 Thrall Herders -
-19 Sliviliths - Turning, upon echo of danger, towards Kachirho
-11,500 Blackblades - *harbinger voice* Assuming direct control. (Kaine doesn't wan't to NPC so I'm running his dudes, pm if this is an issue).

Location: The booming ruinous stronghold
Objective: Send the Jedi on their way
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"]
Enemies: [member="Flint Dexen"], [member="Kana Truden"]
Equipment: War-Torn
Theme:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-N6r1jvTxzk​

Gabriel felt the cut across the shoulder like it was against his own, the lavish and relish of stripped and cauterized flesh danced across his mind. To the world, he delivered a man of stone and solace and un-breaking resolve. In truth, the mind cast itself in tumultuous conflict, a body against the thing trapped away, pensive and constantly engaging. But in their own coordination and self-loathing, a shared respect for pain emerged as the tie that bound them. Bridges built from blood and bone to set against the gap, a deal brokered for a soul forever cast into the depths of hatred - hatred for himself and hatred for the world he found himself in. In his own way, he shared visions of the future with his own Legion Yun'Do, wishing for nothing more than to pay the price of pain, to die upon the battlefield and be done with it. Perhaps, some day, it would be a prospect finally turned to fruition. Until then, he was burdened with glorious and burning purpose. A man with no plan except to set all other plans aflame and build from the ashes.

It brought no surprise that the Jedi Master had blocked the attack with ease. After all, swordsplay was all about surprising the opponent and catching them off guard. However, such capacity was removed by the protest of a Jedi Knight, scurrying across the battle to serve fitting distraction. The force push hit him hard in the chest as he felt the wind knocked out of him as he grasped at the sternum and winced, the lightsaber's removal suddenly a gift in disguise. Where that thing went, he couldn't truly place. But as an offhand device, it had served it's purpose for the time being, gash against the knight gleefully accepted. The Jedi Knight pushed forward, absent the assistance of the Master, much to his own disadvantage. A weakened body reflected a weakened mind as opponent once again attacked armored portion of the Sith Lord, hidden beneath tattered armorweave robe.

As the saber came over in Flints hand, crimson eye reflected on the youth before him, as the Sith Lord stepped forward, aiming to plunge right handed lightsaber deep into chest of his speedy foe. The attack put against Gabriel would clash cyan saber against rarebrace armor, a carefully calculated position as to not allow a strike against panel already tainted by the green blade of the Jedi Master. As he went to stab the Jedi knight, his left hand shot up, to form an elbow wedge against the attack as he attempted to bash the strike away from his own body and out towards his left (Flints right). This armor would serve it's purpose but was already showing signs of wear and tear.

 

[Leora]

Location: Kachiro, Forest
Objective: A
Allies: Nowhere near
Enemies: [member="Alicia Drey"], Vong

He lay there, simply feeling around him through the Force. Already he could feel that something was wrong inside of his body. Having a lot of time to feel yourself led one to know every nook and cranny of their existence. He was in tune enough with his body to know that he was going to be violently ill soon. That didn't bode well. If someone didn't come kill him now he might very well be dead soon enough if he couldn't get his energy back. Absorbing it from his surroundings was going to take a little while.

When he heard footsteps, many of them, approaching, he knew he wasn't making it out.

"FiGi I'm about to be taken," he said into his comms. "I'm activating my homing device. Do not immediately follow, but do follow. Alert Astra and Vina."

[Understood. Vina has already been notified of your current predicament. I will notify Astra as well.]

The droid was a good investment for him. As he lay there, he allowed himself to go slack as he feigned unconsciousness. The fact that he couldn't feel the beings that were approaching told him that it was those disgusting Vong. The One Sith relied too much on the nasty beings. They'd already destroyed enough of the galaxy. This was just further reason for him to dislike them. They would meet no resistance from him as they took him away.

Things were about to get very interesting.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

Location: Near the tree that I can't defend cause gettin' roflstomped
Objective: Nap-time
Allies: Jedi and blankets
Enemies: [member="Randial"] and ouchy-burny things

She realized her mistake judging appropriate distance the second his hand clamped around her arm. Arm clenched and she hitched her weight back but it was like a decoy-seal fighting against a great-white shark on Mon Calamari. That poor little seal had no chance.

She was pulled under.

A gasp escaped her throat as she hit against the sith's armored chest quickly followed by an unbidden scream. The pain of her own saber plunging into her stomach was significantly worse than any of his other cuts. Unfortunately for the healer clone, her genetic disposition was geared for the ability to take a lot of pain. Black spots danced in front of her vision as her palms shoved against the sith's chest. Arms trembled. Her scream turned into a bemoaning groan.

The black-spots widened.

Free-hand rose as she went for a sloppy punch to the sith's nose but her arm felt like the temple head chef's overcooked Wednesday noodles. The black spots continued to grow. Chestnut-strands of hair framed her face as she looked down into Randial's magma-eyes. She did not beg for her life. Her face was filled with pain but there was no anger.

Just acceptance.

The blackness engulfed her and she slumped forward, a tangle of un-moving limbs against the sith's chest.

 

[Darth Ayra]

Location: Undisclosed
Objective: Objective I
Allies: N/A
Enemies: | [member="Meric Nadun"] |

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Theme: Suicide Silence - No Time To Bleed

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Bacta had been applied to her leg and abdomen. Fresh bandages covered her wounds. She didn't need the medics to tell her that Darth Ayra required extensive rehabilitation to recover from her injuries. An operation was on the horizon.

When the Yuuzhan Vong returned with the unconscious Meric Nadun, the Sith Lord had them transfer the prisoner to a transport that would take them away from Kachirho to an undisclosed location near the Wookiee city. The men, all Human, were under the direct command of the Sith Lord. Who were they to disobey the orders? Lowering herself into the back of the transport, supporting her body on the wall, her yellow eyes trailed across the man she had defeated. Attached to a hover bed, wrists tied together by Stun cuffs. A precautionary measure taken by Ayra to ensure that he was going no where.

She conserved strength. The transport's engines activated and took the two Sith away from the Wookiee city. Kachirho was alive and tortured by the plumes of smoke from nearby buildings. The sounds of explosions as the One Sith and their Imperial forces combated the Wookiees, Galactic Republic and Jedi who stood against them. A red shore line covered the beach from the thousands of bodies that littered the beach.

It was a massacre.

Darth Ayra grimaced. Already, the wound on her leg had begun to seep through the bandages. A hand lowered to her side and when she pulled it back into her perspective, it was covered in blood. Thirst gripped the Sith Lord. Her throat was raw from the heat of battle. It was also a sign that she was in trouble. Drowsiness was beginning to set in. She had one more task to complete, however.

They arrived at a nearby island. Wawaatt Archipelago was full of islands that made up the continent on Kashyyyk. "We have arrived my Lord." Darth Ayra lifted her gaze to consider the man. One of five that made up the contingent that had joined her to the unknown island. Lightsaber in hand, the Sith raised her predatory glare. "You have done well. Assemble your team outside."
"Yes my Lord." Wry amusement came across Ayra at the mans obediance. She did not even know his name nor any of the others. Not even their ranks. In the end, it did not matter. Their only transgression against her was that they knew of Meric Nadun and what had happened to them.

Thus, their lives were forfeit.

The Sith Lord was a blur. A red beam shot through the mans chest as he turned to summon the others. She felt her Lightsaber pierce the heart, her victims death assured. Through the Force, Ayra could feel the shock come across the two others who had accompanied her at the back of the transport. Like a raging crimson lightning across the ship, she raised her Lightsaber to the seconds mans neck. Her target was his jugular, but injuries withstanding, the Sith Lord missed and connected with his rising arm. The rifle in it clattered onto the floor as Ayra tore through the limb.

Turning, her weapon twirled into the path of the incoming streak of turbolaser. It was deflected into the ceiling, causing sparks to fly across the canopy. The Lightsaber left her palm in a arching Saberthrow, tearing into the fourth man as investigated the disturbance out back, rifle raised to deal with his enemy. Defiantly, he fired his weapon into the floor, before succumbing to death. Twirling, the Lightsaber continued it's trajectory into the path of the third, tearing across his chest before arching back around into the Sith Lord's outstretched hand.

The pilot and fifth man came seconds after the fourth, rifle also raised. As she caught her Lightsaber, her right hand lifted up to the mans neck and clenched. An invisible force overcame him, like a hand that was not there had wrapped itself around his throat. Ayra wrenched her own down towards the ground and he piloted, his head clattering off the floor. Blood spewed from the open wound. Lowering her hand, Ayra's grip over the man dissipated.

"M-my L-lord... What... Why... WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" screamed the pilot, writhing in agony as he clutched his head. Desperately, his free hand tried to find his rifle, but to not avail. Darth Ayra came to a stop, standing over him. She rolled him onto his back with her foot, leaning her head to the left. "You would not- could not- understand why." Both hands wrapped around the cylinder hilt, her weapon raised above her head and sunk down into the chest of the pilot. There was a short gasp, then he became still.

Her thumb pressed the ignition button. The crimson beam of her Lightsaber slid back into it's casing and the transport became silent.

Darth Ayra turned gingerly to survey her work. Bodies laid strewn across the floor and two steps leading into the cockpit of the transport. She made her way into the front and activated the transports systems. Activating it's auto pilot, the Sith Lord programmed the self destruct for five minutes. Returning to Meric's side, she took control of the hover bed that carried him and gingerly made her way out of the transport as it began to move.

Crossing out of the landing ramp, she turned to watch from the shoreline as the transport begun to make it's way across the ocean. An explosion joined those heard in the distance as the Battle of Kachirho continued. Simply another ship lost in the war. Another crew who died in the service of the One Sith.

The perfect cover up.

A standard three hours passed in which Darth Ayra observed the transport sink into the depths of the ocean. Her eyes turned to watch the plumes of smoke rising from the battle nearby. Leaning on the hover bed, she remained stood as she waited for her exit to come. Standing there, she observed Meric Nadun closely. Her eyes trailed across his broken suit, to the face behind the helmet that was on his head. The scarred, ruined face that looked back told her that he was a man who had been trialed by fire before hand. She had seen burn victims before.

The sound of engines in the vicinity tore her gaze away from the Sith Lord. Darth Ayra observed as the Enchani Sun Guards landed their ship on the island. She was a meticulous woman. The Sun Guard had been working for her for sometime. She had them on stand by in the event she needed to be evacuated, for situations such as this. Such as the scope of Darth Ayra and her ability to prepare for all eventualities.

"Lord Ayra," spoke the commander as he made his way forward. "I see we were needed after all."
"The battle continues, but my task here is done," replied the Sith. "This man is to be secured. Keep an eye on him at all times. He is dangerous and not to be underestimated."
"What of your injuries?"
"I am dying. I will need medical assistance when we return to Sojourn."
"Of course." The commander turned to two of his men. "Help her onto the ship. I will watch over the prisoner."
"Yes sir."

Together, the two Enchani Sun Guards helped Darth Ayra onto the ship. Their commander took control of the hover bed and guided Meric into the ship. An elite force, the Sun Guards had slipped onto Kashyyyk via the dark side of one of it's three moons; and they would use the same route to leave Kashyyyk system when they took off.

When secured on the ship, a medical droid was assigned to Darth Ayra and her captive. They would treat their wounds with what they had with them and check on their status until they arrived at the Hunter's Moon. Clipping her Lightsaber to her utility belt, Ayra was lowered onto a hover bed beside Meric Nadun as the Sun Guard took off. Allowing her to subscumb to her injuries, Ayra finally passed out.

FIN