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

[Kian Karr]

Location: Yugwaaargh (Republic Stronghold) - Retreating
Objective: B - Defend the Stronghold - Stronghold lost
Allies: [member="Book"], [member="Varus Shatterstar"], [member="Ayden Quell"], [member="Sophia Walsh"], [member="Seamus Valik"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Seraphina"] Shel’tah, [member="Layna Akhora"], [member="Meeristali Peradun"], [member="Dak Canton"], @Kiyron, [member="Seamus Valik"]
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Xenia Nastassia"], [member="Darth Hauntruss"], [member="Dredge"], [member="Reverance"], [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]

The sacrifice of the YVH droids was not done in vain as the explosions tore through the Sith ranks and halted their advance. Then, as the Sith troops began to withdraw, the Republic troops surged forward, thinking that they had broken the Sith ranks.

Kian knew better.

He didn't sense the sort of fear and chaos in the ranks of the Sith that indicated a routing army. Then he felt it. The rumble and the creaking of wood. Turning back he saw the infrastructure of the Stronghold begin to warp. The stronghold was coming down. Kian had been hearing the reports sporadically for some time over the comm systems, when they were working. He knew that Sochi Ru and her soldiers were fighting vigorously with the Sith forces....but he hadn't known the extent of the damage the structure had faced.

"Advance.....advance forward onto the branch!" Kian yelled out over the comm systems. The troops needed to get off of the platform, before the ground fell out from under them. The troops surged forward and Kian began to wave them forward. Many still fired as they ran, trying to take as many of the Sith with them as they could. They were soldiers after all.

Then Kian felt the floor buckle. He saw the look of fear and terror that gripped the faces of the three soldiers standing in front of him. They looked so young. Kian smiled ironically beneath his mask as he stretched out his hands. He always thought he'd feel scared, or angry, or something when his death came. Kian shoved forward with the force sending the three men in front of him flying backwards onto the branch as the floor beneath him gave way and Kian fell into the darkness of the Shadowlands.

All he felt was acceptance......all he felt was calm as the cool air whipped his robes about as he fell. Then his head struck something and he knew only darkness.

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Kian felt cool air on his face and he realized his helmet was no longer on. Then he realized he wasn't dead. That just brought on a whole lot of other questions, all of which left his mind when he tried to sit up and felt a sharp pain in his left side. Those were broken ribs!

<Stay down.> Came the guttural reply of Wookie.....and there was something about that voice that sounded familiar. Opening his eyes Kian saw the towering Wookie standing over him.

"Grundyr!" Kian said smiling broudly beneath his mask. The Wookie had accompanied Kian and [member="Varus Shatterstar"] on a mission into the Shadowlands when Varus was still a padawan. He had been severely injured and had barely survived the encounter, but Kian and Varus had saved him.....and now it seemed he had returned the favor.

"What happened?" Kian asked, forcing himself to sit up despite the pain. Grundyr reached out a huge hand and helped pull him up to his feet.

<You fell. We caught you.> Grundyr said stepping aside and Kian saw that behind him were a number of young warriors along with their Katarn mounts. Grundyr and his men had been fighting with them the whole time and Kian hadn't even known it. Sometimes he was amazed by the smallness of such a vast galaxy.

"Well...." Kian said cocking his head and smiling. "I don't suppose you could give me a ride?"

Spoiler

[SOLDIERS ARE RETREATING AS THE STRONGHOLD COLLAPSES]​

Location: Objective B - Stronghold - [member="Vrag"]’s, Dredge’s, and other Sith Forces on Northeastern Branch.
Controller: Kian Karr
Forces: 2725

1. Echani Mimic Battle Unit (EMBU) [85] http://starwarsrp.net/topic/3529-echani-mimic-battle-unit-embu/
2. YVH-1 Droids [90]
3. Wookie Troops
4. Footsoldiers[500]
5. Mounted troops [150]
6. Republic Commandos [500]
7. Kiyron’s reinforcements [1400]

Objective: HOLD THE LINE!.
Opponents: One Sith NPC forces at Stronghold

Location: Stronghold - Objective B
Forces: NPC slicers
Objective:

1. Working to gain back control of communications
2. Fighting to drive [member="Cryax Bane"] and [member="Xenia Nastassia"] from the system

Opponent: [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Xenia Nastassia"]

 

[Rain]

Location: The Great Tree
Immediate Allies: Grrrod (NPC) and [member="Dak Canton"]
Allies in Proximity: [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Slate Estrada"] [member="Caleb Brolen"] [member="Armand Temi"] [member="Jack Sparrow"]
Objective: A
Opponents: Sith

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

Rain had been feeling at ill-at-ease since they had entered the Waves of Darkness, but not in any huge degree. He had been born in the literal dark. He had always known despair. In these primal worlds, it was not uncommon for a mother to have ten kids, only to actually see three grow into adults. These traits the Sith believed they had held a monopoly on were just a basic truth, redressed in red and black crushed velvet. They impressed nobody but themselves. They affected nobody but those so egotistical to believe they might be immune or undeserving. The thunder was his brother. The despair, his sister.

And the darkness? His mother. He could hear her sharp, wheezing breaths, somewhere in the corner of the cave; memories of her crooked visage echoed in his sight centers, constructed by the soundwaves of rebounding, approximated cricket chirps. An odd tingle in his skin made him feel somehow inadequate for all of this, so he retreated into the Dreaming, as he often did.

“Rrrrooooarrr!,” Grrrod howled as expected, having not quite needed all of this Sith Sorcery to experience the gravity of the situation. It was his home that was on fire; his people facing slavery. So, right now, it had to be time. Time for what? Well, they didn’t really have watches.

Rain had attempted to make what was about to happen to Dak somehow more comforting, building a dream for the former Soldier that emulated an Airborne jump, with all the appropriate, familiar facets building up to the actual fall. Unfortunately for Dak, however, he was a Epicanthix. So, instead, his plummet to the shadowed earth was prefixed by no more than Rain grabbing a hold of him and tearing him off the side of the ornithopter.

They fell awkwardly at first, Rain immediately releasing Dak to fall independently, tumbling through the air with his head first approach, free from intertia. Rain, of course, had been singing, but there were no words, the sounds stolen from his mouth by the passing winds. But this didn’t really matter.

The two men were dressed in falling leaves, swirling, ascending, as if caught in an updraft, a cyclone. It caught them, buoying them slowly to the ground, placing them softly upon it. They had arrived at the Great Tree. Drawing his warped wooden spear from his back with his main hand, his tooth dagger in his support, he scanned the nearby area. His bare feet upon the floor regarded Dak, waiting for the vibrational cue that indicated they were moving.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Location: The Winner's Circle(around the NE bridge of pain and destiny)
Objective: I think Yugwaaargh is taken. Sooo . . . Go home I guess.
Allies: Gravity
Enemies: [member="Taheera Sollo"]

As the clone let out a horrible wail of pain Randial knew the fight was over. His thrust was precise, his saber powerful, and in pain she cried. In weakness she slumped. In strength she attempted one last punch upon his face, but the energy of her muscles were not fit to cause a bruise, nor make him bleed. He kept the blade in place, gradually increasing his usage of Alter Damage to lessen the pain, until she finally plopped atop him, all muscular control gone as she lost consciousness. With the click of a button the lightsaber was de-activated and the assault done. Even with his armor and mesh suit underneath Randial could feel the heat emanating from her torso and her arms where he'd struck and burned her. It appeared she needed quite the treatment. If only she'd have a bit less pain tolerance this would have been so much easier for her. But Randial supposed the deed was done one way or another.

Lifting the girl off his chest he laid her to his side, then stood up and heaved her up to his shoulder. From there he began walking back to the dropship from whence he came. Spoils of war was a concept older than hyperdrives or blasters, and if Carach could find two pebble amidst the sinking city of Manaan perhaps he could find one in the woods of Kashyyyyk. What he'd do with that pebble? Randial wasn't entirely sure at the moment. But he would figure it out soon enough, as would the clone healer, his now-defeated captive.

 

[Thane Drexel]

Location: Air above Tree
Objective: A
Enemies: [member="Darth Arcanix"] NPC's @Darth Nepthys NPC's @I Foget the Rest
Allies: [member="Sressechka"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Meric Nadun"] [member="Graxin Rade"]

Thane pulled up hard as the rockets screamed into the sky, he and the first two wingmen made the turn, but the fourth pilot was too far behind and got swarmed. Sending down the burning carcass of the X-wing onto the forces below. Thane bit his lip at the loss. A good pilot. Then the sensation of dispair from some stooka Sith spell. He felt like it was all useless, no hope. But there was no hope...unless Thane made his own.

"No one is gonna do it for you! You need to make yourself believe, you can fight it all on your own. Like any soldier worth his salt. We have to fight for Hope.!"

Thane exited the cloud of dispair, up into the air with a swarm of rockets in tow.

Bring these bad boys back around, into the frakken Sith who launched 'em. The trio banked hard right, deploying flares to distract a few of the rockets, because this writer is going to assume the Sith rockets are heat seekers. The pilot dove, hard into the fog that the Jedi had placed over the water. Flying as low as he could, Thane hit the waves of despair, the feeling was almost overwhelming, the amount of agony left him lost in his mind. He was losing altitude, he snapped out of it as a Graug bounced off the windshield. Thane realized he had to maintain his hope to survive this fight. One of the other pilots couldn't sustain the Hope to survive and slammed into the ground, tumbling and grinding up everything, everyone in its path.

The mass of the hundreds of rockets now followed, tracking the heat signatures that are now all around. The laser fire, explosions and the mass of heat from the amount of bodies. The explosions from the rockets dotted the way behind the trio of fighters.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: Kachiro City
Objective: Survive
Allies: ???
Enemies: ???

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Her heart pounded in her chest, resounding like thundering drums within her ears. It pumped blood through her veins, pushing endorphins, serotonin, adrenaline and a thousand other chemicals throughout her entire body.

She knew that.

She knew the name of every single one of the chemicals going coursing through her. She knew how her circulatory system worked, how her brain released chemicals, how her entire being functioned, but she had no idea how she knew. The knowledge was simply there, simply holding within the back of her mind. It spilled into her thoughts and pushed to the forefront of her mind, followed only seconds later by thoughts of control, of power, of pushing her own body to its limits.

Surah did not know want to do these things, she did not want to bend to instinct. She pushed the thoughts away, silenced them and pressed her instinct down.

Her mind returned to the shift of war, her vision becoming clear and her ears ceasing their incessant ringing. The dark tide of her heart slowed, and Surah shook her head. The Slave took in the world around her, she watched and listened. She heard the sounds of battle, of war.

They were familiar.

Surah shook her head, shifting, she began to move. She knew she couldn't say here, she knew that she couldn't simply sit in place. A panicked dash saw her rush across one of the smaller bridge of Kachiro city, straight into the path of the Sith.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Beach
Objective: A

• Bring [member="Graxin Rade"] to his knees

​Allies: [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Enemies: [member="Graxin Rade"]
Theme: Deep Six by Marilyn Manson

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9YJS4nTNsM[/media]​

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Such naivety, trivial notions that she could be turned, SHE of all people. [member="Graxin Rade"] spoke back to her after his moment of weakness with renewed vigor and appeared to completely misunderstand her, to misunderstand all that she stood for. He took her for a fool, for a miserable peon of some cruel dread lord, not a being capable of bending the dark side to her very will, not one who was standing still, who had brought his resolve crashing down without so much as a gesture, through words alone. She was no mere acolyte, she was not some fething miserable knight, and the Sith Lords whom crossed her never lived to see the light of the next day. She was Darth Vitium, the Sith Lord who bore all of the vices of the One Sith, so named by her Dark Lord as he placed her dark mark beneath her left breast, when she was given her divine task, when she set out to break the chains of fate that were foreseen to inevitably create the fall of the Sith Lords once more. And this pathetic whelp had dared to speak to her as though she was simply misunderstood - as though she misunderstood, herself?! Had she not mastered the control over her emotions during her training with the Sith Lord, Darth Mierin, prior to her ascension to Sith Lord, she would have lashed out in a blind fury, she would have ripped the beach from the shore of the forested jungle and made the Jedi her wench, crushed him beneath her heel. But she was not a brute, she was better than that.

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Her words pervaded the unguided minds of those within her telepathic range as she made a half-step towards the Jedi Master, both of her lightsabers now deactivated - trusting her awareness of the being's mood and personality based upon careful scrutiny made during their little talks. "I never once rejected you, sweet Jedi, it was your allies that have dumbed down your knowledge of the force, who have kept you from what you love, and forced you to give me the ultimatum." She whispered as she slowly slid her sabers into her belt holsters, leaning in close enough so that her lips would have been mere centimeters from the side of the man's face if he was to remain standing still. "But if you will not have me.." Silara said quietly, her bare left hand moving towards the Jedi's chest. As of yet she had remained completely passive, perhaps aggressive in speech but she was keeping coy as usual. "Then nobody can." She hissed, pushing at him with aid from the force. She was not the one to reject him, he had already rejected her when he resolved to refuse her advances. And now there would be hell to pay, hell in the form of a brutal punishing through the force - and she would give him his chance to fight her on purportedly equal ground, surrounded by the wafting waves and billowing clouds of the dark side that contained the two from the sights of others. "It is.. a pity.. that you will not be joining your sister with me." Silara mused languidly, a dismissive gesture at the mention of the kidnapped teen - a teenager that she had been made aware of in connection with the Jedi Master during his rather public rallying prior to answering the call to arms on Kashyyk. If she could not have him, then she would make him as miserable as she could for the duration of the invasion. Perhaps bring him to a boiling rage.

 

[Veino Garn]

Location: Outside the City
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Kira Liadain"] @Solaiel Devin Talith [member="Sabena Shai"]
Enemy: [member="James Mathison"]

That was unexpected. Which side was this guy on? First a wink and then a wave and then attaching an explosive to the back of a Vong warrior with a mental message saying it was for the good of the people. He frowned. That made no sense and was disturbingly imperialistic. Nothing like insisting something was better for a planet without actually asking the inhabitants what they want.

So what was the ploy with the charges? Was he going to detonate them in the One Sith ranks or wait until they were closer to the city? Veino deactivated his lightsaber, considering this. The best he could attempt would be to detonate it himself. And the next one. And however more in that, depending on well he could see once he was back within both the fog and the shadows. Neither seemed pleasant, but he didn't have much choice. He picked up a rock from the beach and threw it at the disappearing Vong and guided it with the Force, accelerating it with the Force towards the rapidly shrinking target until it cracked the sound barrier on a direct course for the charge.

Now for the second one which was farther ahead in the crowd. Veino leapt back up into the tree, scrabbling to pull himself up all the way onto the branch and headed for his speeder, throwing himself on and reaching out for the other's signature. It seemed he wanted a game of cat and mouse. Well, so be it. He gunned the engine and the speeder shot along the branches, avoiding the main body of enemy troops and trying to come up with an intercept route to re-engage the opponent that did not involve blasting his way through a Sith battalion.

 

[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"]
Enemies Proximity: [member="Armand Temi"] [member="Caleb Brolen"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Jack Sparrow"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] .. coming for you...

Music: Rise of an Empire



NPC Actions:
Controler: Nephthys
Objective: Pushing republic forces to Kachiro Tree
NPC Troops:

AT THE BEACH AND PIERS ​

Graug
1845 - secured the beach and the piers
1750 Royal Guards - Secured kachiro Bridge
854 droids - Secured Kachiro Bridge



The One Sith platoons were conveniently clustered together were at the pier -- technically two piers really for her own forces were intermixed along that of [member="Darth Arcanix"]'s. They had, after all secured the beach and both piers.

So when [member="Thane Drexel"] and [member="Sressechka"] came in to conduct strafing rounds and a blast of a torpedo. Well she certainly struck gold.

A blast of debris and the like would erupt as it would hit one of the two piers that Sith forces had been clustered about. Two hundred Vong were killed in that strike.

And destroyed a pier. Collateral damage.



At the bridges, [member="Jack Sparrow"], the rather dashing rogue of a Senator, would soon find himself surrounded by droids. His lovely little peppy speech would allow him the opportunity to live -- for now.

Granted, if he wanted to make a run for it, perhaps this would be the time.

After all, another strafe of Republic air support fire would cut through the waves of darkness to send a line of bolts right at his direction!

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AT THE TREE​

NPCS:


1032 Vong at the Tree - attacking Peacekeepers
2780 Royal Guards at the tree starting to move inside and work their way up.

1473 Graug moving to the tree
789 - moving to the tree
1665 -moving to the tree



[member="Graxin Rade"] -- 9100 Peacekeepers (9000 reinforcements offloaded in previous posts.)


Ravager cannons would decimate the first wave of Vong. The powerful weapons gave a sharp whine as they charged, and the entire line boomed with explosive energy as red beam sailed toward the approaching Vong with enough force each to shatter a tank.

And well, it certainly made a pink mist.

Four hundred Yuuzhan Vong later -- well clearly they were not to be deterred. Up they went, sending a volley of blast bugs, razor bugs, and borash jelly to keep the Republic Forces at bay.

Behind them were the Royal guards, and they would clash against the Peacekeepers. While outnumbered at least in Nephthys forces, over all, the combined might of the Sith was crashing all around the Tree. It wasn't just Darth Nephthys who led these troops, but another handful of Sith Lords.

And for every strike of the blade, and growl, slowly but surely, as the bodies hit the floor, they would push on. Much in the same manner the Graug would also come to fight.


[member="Slate Estrada"] -- against Forces: 30 Archangel Special Forces Soliders

Those thirty archangel special forces would soon come face to face with the incoming Graug. As they had been here prior to the Archangel's arrival, they were taking advantage of the opportunity of potentially exploiting this to attack and overrun those positions.

A body hit the floor. Then another Graug. Blood would seep black into the wood of the Tree. Death's shroud would linger.

It was clear that whatever was being done, they would not give up. Not now.

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P C A C T I O N S AT THE TREE​

Up in the Tree and moving to [member="Corvus Raaf"] and [member="Darth Venefica"]​

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Another wookiee would come at Nephthys. The swipe of her blade would strike down at a Wookiee coming at her. Her smaller size would be used against the larger form. She was faster, a smaller frame to hit.

Blasts of fire would be directed at her, but her purposeful stride would not be hindered. The volley of bolts sent at her would be reflected right back.

Charred holes would hit at armor, muscle, sinew, and wood. She would keep moving. And moving. A figure caught at the corner of her eye.

[member="Darth Venefica"].

With a Jedi.

The mute woman would wind her way towards them one bloody cut body at a time.

 

[Placeholder 0123]

Location: Beachhead

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

Enemies: [member="Darth Vitium"]

Objective: A - Knock [member="Darth Vitium"] off her pedestal


(NPC Action will be done after all those I have posted against reply.)




As with all the other Sith under the Dark Lord's banner, Darth Vitium was zealous in her devotion. Graxin had not believed he had the power to sway her - time and time again the warriors of the One Sith proved their undying loyalty to their cause. It was sickening, albeit admirable in the way one might respect an enemy. Vitium was in the higher echelons of the Sith Hierarchy, and as such was one of the least likely to hear sense. It was disappointing, Graxin had a fondness for the arguably insane woman.

For a moment, his focus slipped as she drew close. He could smell the salty sea air on her skin, feel the heat from each breath she took fall upon his skin. The war on Kashhyyk ceased to exist. Only he and Silara remained on this small piece of beachhead, and she was all that mattered. He felt a dull ache in his chest, a disorienting cocktail of adoration and disdain that made his stomach flip over on itself. How easy it would be to throw his arms around the woman and claim his shifting allegiance.

The push was unexpected. It pulled the Jedi from his ill begotten fantasies and yanked him back into to reality. It was a shame, he was enjoying that false moment of intimacy. At the least, when she did attacked, he had thought to feel a lightsaber piercing his armor and searing his skin. Instead, he found himself stumbling back into the murky, shallow water; arms flailing around like a drunken idiot as he fought to regain his balance.

"Don't worry about that my dear." He quipped as he clumsily rose to his full height. "You're the only woman staking claim."

Despite the sudden shift of his emotional state, Graxin managed to snicker. He would not be broken by carnal desires, no matter how tempting they might be. Perhaps in another life things could have been different. He did not want to fight Vitium, not when the possibility of talking things through was still there. He offered her an uneasy smile, and pursed his lips to speak.

Felicity?

What was that? Silara knew of his sister, and dared to use her situation as ammunition? Was he hearing her right? No, there was nothing else she could have said.

He tilted his head forward and stared daggers at the Sith Lord. There were lines that one should not cross, even in a situation such as this. The abduction and very likely murder of one's family was one of them. "Speak of her again, and this war will be the last of your concerns, Silara." He growled. Again, his own emotional turmoil took him. The primal desire to kill rose like bile. It was a seething anger, a quiet flame preparing to incinerate all in his path when it was ready to be released. Whatever reservations Graxin had about harming the woman evaporated when she dared speak of little Felicity.

Vitium intended to kill him. Either that, or capture him, and he would not allow that. He would be no Sith's slave. If she planned to hold back, and that was quite unlikely, then Graxin would force her to try and end his life. There was no talking this over now.

Where Vitium excelled in calling upon the decrepit books of the Dark Side, Graxin's power came from the natural world. Kashhyyk was his element. Without a word, the Jedi Master clipped his lightsaber to his belt, and raised both hands into the air.

The sand beneath the waves began to shift and churn as he asked of the force's power. The water made the sand itself amiable to persuasion, for lack of a better term. The loosened earth would begin to spin rapidly around Vitium's ankles and calves, fast enough to chip the skin and muscle from the bone beneath. It would slowly begin to sink, and try to suck the Sith Lord downward beneath the shallow waves, and into the earth beneath.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Northeastern Branch, Retreat!
Objective B: Leave the Invasion.
Allies: [member="Reverance"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Cryax Bane"]
Enemies: [member="Shule Windspeaker"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Ayden Quell"] | [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Marakai Al'Orren"] | [member="Sochi Ru"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] |

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ug0IJYgfvKA​

The Sith Troopers passed him by like he was a rooted tree, His time here was limited and as of now...over. He had no purpose or desire to fight anyone now that Seraphina had placed those thoughts in his mind. Forever causing him to doubt his purpose in One Sith, Kezeroth moaned and looked at his BARC Speeder it was untouched for the most part and was still able to function. Quickly the Giant made his way to hit and mounted up, It was over. Lingering to leave the Gen'dai took a moment to pause and feel the Force around him for the first time, What he felt in response was not just the Darkside but also the Light. Its Presence floated about by him encouraging him and bolstering his Morale.

" What is this?" he said in the empty battlefield as he started the Speeders engine up. He was changing, He could feel it and yet he was clueless why he was changing. Only one person would know why and last he saw them was long ago. He would need to seek them out again once more to understand this change. Maybe it was for the best he thought as he revved the throttle and sped off forever leaving battle on Kashyyyk and headed towards his transport.

Kezeroth was Leaving, One Sith was more then able to take care of themselves and that included his apprentice Keira.

Speeding past the animal life and plant life of Kashyyyk Kezeroth asumed that he was becoming like his Mentor Saverok. The mentor held the answers and knew what was best for not only himself but for his kin. Rapid eye movements swept over Kezeroths face as he remembered a memory that was not his own but he enjoyed the idea of it deeply. He desired to be strong... The best version of himself and now was the time to do that before it was too late.​

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He said wisely to himself as he caught glimpse of his ship in the distance.​

It was time to go home.​

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(( OOC note: I am Leaving the Invasion... Try not to Tag me too much unless your talkin about me fleeing ))

 

[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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She had left her ally open for an attack and Reverance had taken the opportunity to strike. For a second she cursed herself. Flint’s protest was duly noted and even then it was much to her surprise that she had allowed herself to fall back like that.

No, she had to be smart about it and smart wasn’t to let the enemy come to her. At least not in this manner.

As Reverance pushed on there was little Kana could do but try to dampen the effect he had on Dexen. She had to think on it. A push would be predictable, a pull as equally so. She circled around his back. She hunched down and placed her right foot behind her. Head down.

A sprint for her opponent.

And then, an attempted tackle. Without doubt something that would hurt her more than she knew at that moment, but it seemed like the best idea at the time.

 

[James Mathison]

Location: Tree and stuff
Objective: A
Allies: NPCs
Enemies: [member="Veino Garn"] (target) [member="Kira Liadain"] [member="Soliael Devin Talith"]


James saw the object breache the sound barrier, the loud "snap" and micro eruption made a few NPC's turn and look, into the mouth of the explosion the object created when it struck the charge on the passing Vong. Dozens of Vong were engulfed by the fire. The laser fire from the air support the Republic had called made those who'd stalled return to their run for the tree.

As the Jedi flew overhead, the second charge attached to a Vong went off as James' timer ran out. Right outside the Gate to the city. Dozens more Vong gone. James began throwing all of his remaining six charges onto the backs of Vong. He put one on a passing walking Vong Form. 15 seconds counted down on the timers. James himself made his way to the gate to the city.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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 Nephthys"]​

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

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

Here’s the thing about barriers and subsequent firing mode. They ain’t mixing all too well. The moment Brolen decided to play the belligerent hero, the Royal Guards started shooting at him, barrier or no barrier, when ya get shot at from multiple directions and roughly twenty different barrels?​

Gotta be some barrier to hold that back, maybe they had a secret Master somewhere up their sleeve. Didn’t really matter much for Carach though, Brolen did exactly what he hoped he would do.​

Carach’s giant hand softly patted Spark’s shoulder as a way to underline of the following statement.​

‘I extended courtesy and peace to them, dear Finn.’ the rich textured voice of the Sith Lord caressed her ear, its cadence would lend her serenity and calmness. ‘And what do they do? Share insults and only wreck more violence.’​

‘Do you see now that I was only telling you the truth?’​

There was a shift in the battlefield, Carach could feel it as sharply as he could feel his own breath rushing in and out, as the lingering thoughts of those around him and then he knew.​

Reinforcements were coming.​

Spoiler

1500 Vong total (with all the goodies, including awaiting draxus)

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Spoiler

--500 Crab Armor - Loading up and heading towards a different part of the world, Kachirho.​

--1,000 Vondun skerr draxus - Dropping towards the great tree city, Kachirho, far from this fight.​

--19 Sliviliths - Approaching Kachirho Beach​

-11,500 Blackblades - Loading up in dropships and moving out to the City.​

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It seemed [member="Reverance"] had done an excellent job and taken the stronghold for the Sith. Carach could only sigh, the man would not let him hear the end of that fact that he had completed his objective sooner than the Voice himself.​

Then again.​

At least he had stolen that Graug army. ​

Counts for something, right?​

Anyway.​

With that being done, he realized there was much more to do. His own army was slowly breaking into the city, bridges were being secured all that strategical crap. But other things needed to be settled first, Neph had jumped up the tree branch to find more enemies to kill and so Carach would follow.​

For where his Shield went… there he would be too.​

‘Finn, make sure the area is secured. Qun will protect you if things become physical. Then follow me… we have a city to secure.’​

It was then that he drew in the Force, strengthened his legs and jumped up on the ledge next to Neph.​

‘Hmm… this is going to be fun.’ Smile shared and the Forcesaber, taken from the traitor, ignited itself.​

 

[Caleb Brolen]

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

I nodded at him then used the force to cover the barrier we were in dirt and sand. I stood up with as much energy I had left and yelled out "Run" to [member="Armand Temi"] then I took off in the direction of the tree. As I was running I got a message from a solider named [member="Slate Estrada"] saying that he had us covered. I put my mouth up to my wrist com and said "Slate, cover us until we get to the tree root then get your men out of here".

I had made it behind the root hoping that Armand was behind me. As I waited I felt someone in my head say something. It sounded like my master calling out to me so I said in my mind "I can hear you..me and another padawan are coming to you now". When I looked back up I saw [member="Darth Carach"] scaling the tree but there was nothing I could do now.

Right now we had to focus on getting out of here.

 

[Slate Estrada]

Location: Taking cover behind the tree roots
Objective A: Help the Jedi and keep the Spec Ops unit alive
Allies: [member="Caleb Brolen"] [member="Armand Temi"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Nephthys"] Troops, enemy forces around the Jedi

As the Jedi began to run, Slate gave the command to fire. In an instant blasters, slugthrowers and rockets launchers began to fire, all aimed at the forces firing onto the Jedi's. Like a vicious storm of projectiles and red-hot plasma, the suppressive fire would continue while the two Jedi ran. The soldier’s shooting showed great expertise as they fired onto their targets.

Slate then turned on his comm system and radioed back into the Jedi, “Get moving now! My men are giving suppressive fire but our position has now been compromised.” The small unit would only be able to sustain this fire for a minute at most before the incoming forces would overwhelm them, so the Jedi would have to move quickly.

With no warning, enemy Graug were soon on top of the unit. This considerably worsened the situation. Now half of unit would have to hold off the approaching forces while the other half continued to maintain the fire on the forces around the Jedi. This change in situation may mean that the Jedi's would have to improvise their escape.


Location: With Slate behind the tree roots
Controller: Slate Estrada
Forces: 30 Archangel Special Forces Soliders
Objective A: Help the Jedi / defend against incoming forces
Opponents: [member="Darth Nephthys"] Troops

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: At the Tree
Objective: Objective A – Defend the tree
Allies: Looks like it’s just me
Enemies: [member="Darth Venefica"] (presently) | [member="Darth Nephthys"] (in a holding pattern) | [member="Darth Carach"] (will just have to wait his turn)
Theme: Sometimes

‘Sometimes I’m gonna smack your face
Sometimes I’m gonna smack your face
Somebody’s gonna call your bluff
Somebody’s gonna treat you rough
Sometimes there’s only one way out
I gotta fight.’

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHnK7m2PNVI

Corvus stood patiently whilst the Sith spoke. For once she didn’t smile. But she nodded, for many of the Sith’s words were true. She would be tired. She had spent a lot of her Force Energy.

“I am a Jedi. I serve. I am sworn to serve the Republic. This tree,” she waved her hand behind her, “Is seen as something of strategic importance. So I wait here for as sure as Sith are evil, I knew you’d be showing up.”

“You cannot possibly try to pass the blame for your acts of violence of on me, surely? And your beliefs are of no concern of mine. And I presume you ask me all this as you’re stalling for time. Waiting for reinforcements. Well I’m looking around and I don’t see anyone.”

She scanned the near distance but saw nobody, but could sense Dark signatures closing in. It was to be expected.

And then she did something she’d never done before, she drew her saber first, it activated with a snap-hiss, the violet blade illuminating her white Jedi Shadow robes. “The killing stops here. Right now. If you won’t surrender then you really do leave me no choice.” She was ready. She adopted the Djem So attack stance and waited.

 

[Talon Vosra]

Location: Cockpit en route to city
Objective: Candle in the darkness
Allies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Ryan Korr"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Khan Ra"] [member="Darth Valtryx"]

Theme:

Spoiler

The Charge of the Light Brigade
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made,
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.

His fighter jinked and juked through the canopy as it fired on occasional targets illuminating them with blossoms of red laser fire before they burst forth with illumination of their own. Eyes like twin emerald suns blazed as he began drawing on the force more focus.

Below the darkside lay like a sarlaac waiting with vicious intent to feed on the lives and feelings of those that stumble into its gapping maw. He dropped his usual force stealth and let his presence show in the force as he flew lower and the Sith lines came into view. He fired laser cannons at their backs as he streamed by and toward the beach as the darkness tugged at his mind like a plague rat gnawing on a dead man's bones. His skin began to glow as he pulled up and away from the fog near the beach before rolling and diving back toward the beaches. He aimed the ship for the sith lines at the city as his body began to burn as if filled with coals. The build up of force energy threatened to explode from him as the fighter entered the darkness and the pain it brought. However, the darkness' hold would be small and weak. What did a man who had nothing fear to lose? His possessions, his friends, his life perhaps? No, his possessions could be replaced, his friends chose their own path, and his life belonged to the force already. For him to live was the force, to die gain. He was unshakable and unyielding. His fighter careened into the darkness and the canopy popped open.

He pushed out, his body aglow in the murk as the ship dipped toward the sith. He cartwheeled once 8n the air before landing on his feet. The ship and the 4 remaining shadow bombs exploding upon impact as he stood from his crouched landing. He heard the crys of the dying and the sounds of battle as it raged. He drew on the force for a minute more as the darkness closed around him like the icy hand of death itself reaching for another soul. With that he released a blast of force light in all directions as his body finally released it's glow. He would stand and fight even if he must stand alone.

 

[Jack Sparrow]

Location: The tree. You know which one.
Objective: Surrender
Allies: There appear to be none, but a man must remain optimistic.
Enemies: Surround me.

"Droids?" sniffed Jack, looking around at the metal men that surrounded him. Well, he took them for men at any rate. "Do droids have genders?" Jack asked aloud. "It seems presumptuous of me to refer to you all as 'men' when, in fact, some of you might consider yourselves feminine. You for example," he said, pointing to one particular droid who was a bit less threatening and a bit more posing. "At any rate, I would have thought someone would send a less metallic representative to come and get a man of my stature, but I suppose, things being what they are at the moment, everyone is too busy blowing up the planet in the name of someone else." The pirate shrugged, then adjusted his tricorn hat and clapped his hands together. "Well then. I suppose...take me to your leader!"

[member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Corvus Raaf"], all and sundry

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: The Great Tre
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Rain"], [member="Talon Vosra"]
Enemies: [member="Khan Ra"], [member="Shuduc Macar"], [member="Surah"], [member="Darth Valtryx"]

I didn't know what was happening. One moment we were flying, the next the ornithoper was out of control, Grrod was roaring and Rain was ripping me out of my seat. For the second time that day I got to feel all the joys and sensations of falling hundreds of feet. I added nausea to my list of Kashyyyk experiences. A sudden updraft caught us and gently set us down. I had to assume it was Nature Boy's doing, cause otherwise I'd have to thank some Wookiee deity or something.

Now on one of the many platforms that made up the Tree City of Kachiro, we were in prime position. I double checked my weapons, then began to move through the village huts. The harsh noises of battle surrounded us. The inky blackness was less thick here than at the beach head. We moved toward a tree bridge, not one of the giant ones but something more like a rope-bridge made from vines, and accidentally stumbled onto the Sith advance party. I didn't waste time asking questions. A hooded, scar-faced chick stood nearest to me. I opened fire.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

Three 5.56mm VENOM rounds right for the center mass.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: At the Tree
Objective: Objective A
Allies: [member="Faye Terrik"], [member="Shuduc Macar"], [member="Khan Ra"], [member="Darth Valtryx"]
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"]



Her eyes glowed with delight when she saw the Jedi ignite her lightsaber and move into her form, prepared to face the Dagobah Sith in combat. She understood what the Jedi was doing, hoping the Sith would initiate the fight by attacking first; but Darth Venefica was not like the prototypical Sith this Jedi believed her to be. In her youth, she was reckless, headstrong, and gave into her emotions more freely. But now, she had matured. She was no longer the same Sith this Jedi encountered back on the water world. She was more deadly, more cunning, and above all else, she was more manipulative.

She glanced down at her lightsaber that dangled on her right waist then back to the armed Jedi. "You desire that we draw this weapon and fight you, yes? What if we deny you the glory of combat, Jedi? Would you strike down an unarmed opponent?" She burst into laughter that was joined by the five voices in her head, leading her to wipe away the lone tear from her left eye. "Forgive us," she said gesturing with her left hand as if she could erase the laughter from existence, "We find it odd how a Jedi is quick to embrace violence when we have shown none directly toward you. Do you hate us so much? Do you wish to see us dead? Ah....careful Jedi. Hate is a powerful emotion."

She clasped her hands behind her back, showing no fear of the armed Jedi. "Do you recall our last meeting back on Maanan? How a Jedi Padawan stood by our side and protected us against the Republic forces and yourself. Why do you think that was, Jedi? We'll spare you from answering. Because she expressed to us her distaste for the Jedi way. She has bouts...inner conflicts about leaving your Order but she fears the Jedi's retribution. She fears the Order will hunt her down...even kill her. We wonder how many more Jedi Padawans...or Knights...or Masters feel that way."

Turning around, the Sith Knight places her back to the Jedi while rolling the rock in her right hand. "Perhaps even one such as yourself has doubts. Perhaps even you wish to live a life restrained by chains...by outdated codes. Perhaps you feel your life is not your own, yes? Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to do what you want...when you want without having the hot breath of the Jedi Council continuously breathing down your neck?"

Darth Venefica lowers her head, unaware to the Jedi, that she is smiling. "If you believe we are stalling...then come Jedi...come strike us down. We will not hate you for doing so. In fact, we encourage you. Let our death be the weak link that finally snaps your chains...and sets you free."



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