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

[Marcus Tritum]

Location; Rope Bridge, under a Gazebo, Great Tree
Objective: Kachirho, A
Ally: [member="Rain"]
Enemy: [member="Surah"]

Blood, thick and coppery, flowed down my throat. Impromptu-tracheotomies hurt as bad as you might imagine, but I was on adrenaline overdrive. Soldiers are taught to fight through pain. I was no different. Choking on my own blood, I fell to one knee and assumed a more stable firing position, elbow resting on my knee.
Took me about half-a-second to realize what the woman was doing with the knife as she literally cut out chunks of her own skin. I grunted wetly.

"Acid's a queen."

Or at least that's what I would have said if I hadn't just had my throat slashed open.

What came out was more of a, "Gurgle, gurgle. Cough."

Blood inside my helmet. Great.

I flicked the switch of the AR to burst fire and unloaded.

Brrrrr. Brrrrr. Brrrr.

Three, six, nine hollow slugs full of acid sped toward her.

And then I saw a flash of lightning.

"Kriff me."

NPC Portion
Forces: 13 Wookiee Berserkers
Controller: Dak Canton
Objective: Eliminate Sith company

They landed amidst [member="Faye Terrik"]'s troops, falling from a rope bridge higher up to land on the platform below. Thirteen Wookiee Berserkers, armed with wickedly curving Ryyk blades. There were no quips exchanged, no niceties. Just savage roars followed by the screams of dying men as the blades scythed through the surprised Sith company.

Wookiees broke necks and threw men off the platform with their sheer strength, while cutting down or impaling more on those curved swords. The Wookiees were shot, oh yes, some several times over. One of them had even been wounded mortally. Yet they didn't seem to care. They fought on, unfearful of death, seeking only to give their lives in defense of their tribes. You'll find sapient beings will go to great length to prevent their loved ones from being enslaved. It gives them strength. Hideous, terrifying strength.

 

[Rain]

Location: Rope Bridge at Kachiro
Allies: [member="Dak Canton"]
Objective: A
Enemies: [member="Surah"] [member="Faye Terrik"]
Soundtrack:

Spoiler

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

He absorbed her kick into his motions, spinning the spear up and guiding it around in order to sweep her as he had initially intended, only to find that she was much too fast for him. She had been long gone by the time he had completed the sweep and had to once more eat the momentum. He spun around to face her macabre display, watching her not with disgust, but acceptance. This was exactly why he had initially hoped to avoid her.

Indeed, she was unnatural.

Rain said nothing to his comrade. He wasn’t one to offer hope or illusions – So, what more was there to say?

Only that which their weapons said for them.

He did hum, however.

The instant Surah flicker-dashed toward the gazebo, Rain lunged forward, hurling his crooked spear center mass, taking advantage of the split-second limited range of movement . His song grew louder, though, rolling into “Fri demnaib, fri armaib, fri áraib…”

A call to the storm.

He was wracked by the electricity, but upon completion of the tune, an additional strike tore through her arcs, channeling her strike upward and into the ceiling, freeing them from the torture. He stomped his foot, grounding what of the energy he could.

Brought low by her attack, Rain moved first on all fours like an ape before lifting himself upright, moving to the side and away from Dak so they didn’t get caught in another area-of-effect attack. He was humming again, his body glowing with the jade fire from before, his flesh knitting only the essential burns.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: The Great Tree
Objective: A
Allies: ???
Enemies: [member="Rain"] [member="Dak Canton"]

Surah kept moving with that liquid grace, fluid, like water flowing over a bank of carved marble. The shots were fired at her, scattering as the kick of the gun pushed the barrel up and around. She weaved through some, caught one of the hook of the blade, and felt two sink into her flesh. One splashed barely across her hand, grazing her outstretched palm and spilling its green bile on her skin.

The other struck her in the shoulder, only seconds later came the spear. The arcing haft of it sliced across her across her side, sending a spurt of blood out across the bridge, the force of it sending her reeling back.

She halted in her tracks, hissing. Her hand suddenly snapped closed and her arm jerked up. She weaved invisible latices of the force around the Stormtroopers rifle, hoping to crush it, and then send it flying into the mans own skull.

Her other arm tore back, flipping the knife in the air and catching the very tip of it.

Surah's fingers burned and hissed, the acid covering the blade etching into her skin. Within a blink Surah sent the knife whirling towards Rain, seeking to embed the acid covered blade within the mans chest before he could react.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Northeastern Branch
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Reverance"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Xenia Nastassia"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Mordecai Zambrano"], [member="Darth Adekos"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Cryax Bane"]
Enemies: [member="Shule Windspeaker"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Ayden Quell"], [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], [member="Marakai Al'Orren"], [member="Sochi Ru"], [member="Meeristali Peradun"], [member="Dak Canton"], [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"], [member="Varus Shatterstar"]
Primary opponent: Varus Shatterstar

So the Jedi wanted to hide. That was well and good in her eyes, as it meant one less possible opponent to contend with. Regardless of whether the Sith were coming out on top or not, Keira wasn't one to drag on conflict for an unnecessarily long time. His hiding was taken as an opportunity by her to reassess her surroundings and once more gauge what her position was on the battlefield. Thankfully the foot soldiers had deemed to focus on other targets, so her only concern in that area were any stray blaster bolts that happened to cut through the air her way. The ways of the Jedi would continue to baffle her, but she could appreciate his retreat in the sense that it benefited her and her allies, but no more.

Once the other woman (Matsu Xiangu) stepped forward, she decided it was as good a time as any to reconvene with Cryax and determine just what their game plan would be now that the Republic had been brought down on this front. And not a moment too soon, it seemed, as he shouted across the battlefield for her to do the same. A small smile turned up the corners of her mouth, and with a nod in her new ally's direction she simultaneously abandoned the engagement, still keeping her saber ignited and in hand to serve the purpose of batting away any rogue shots. This was a simpler fight, now that their primary enemy had been defeated.

Moving with more of an ease across the treetops now that a number of the resistance had been put down, she rejoined Cryax in the next few minutes, spinning her weapon with a flick of her wrist and deflecting any blaster bolts that came their way. She kept pace with the one she'd been assigned to protect, voicing no complaints about their slow progress, though in truth it didn't bother her all that much. There simply wasn't anything more to concern her other than his relative safety, now. It had been her primary assignment in the first place, and now she could return to it, with the both of them still relatively in one piece. Or at least, no one had been gravely wounded.

Only sparing the shortest of glances to the Sith soldier supporting Cryax, she offered him a smile despite the situation. "Not all that bad, except for what happened. I need to be faster the next time." That was one of the primary things she took away from each fight: methods to improve her own skill. True, she didn't tend to suffer defeat as well as most, but this scenario wasn't viewed as such. "Back to Antecedent?"

 

[Faye Terrik]

Location: Bridge, Kachirho.
Objective A: Eliminate resistance on the bridge.
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Shuduc Macar"] | [member="Khan Ra"] | [member="Darth Valtryx"] | [member="Surah"] (?)
Enemies: [member="Rain"] | [member="Dak Canton"] | (Idunno anymore. Tag me in your next post if I missed you.)

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NPCs
Location: Kachirho Village
Controller: Faye Terrik (On loan from Darth Venefica)
Forces: 52 soldiers, split into ten man squads. in one clusterfrak
Objective: Advance to the tree.

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"Ambush!" one of her men called out, taking much of the group by surprise. By the time Faye had a chance to turn, the shouter was already immobilized. Dead. The men of Nightshade squadron took no time to hesitate in fighting back, but the blasterfire did little to their thick fur and rough skin. They'd have to aim for their heads. Some of the soldiers already knew that, falling back on their training rather than fear.

Faye scooped up a blaster pistol off of the ground and began to volley fire at the hairy warriors. It only angered them, "fall back up the bridge!" Faye grabbed one of the Sith soldiers by the arm and spoke to him, "Get that machine gun ready. Fire when as many of our men are clear." The heavy weapon sat idle, ever since Faye neutralized the original Republic gunner who was using it. Some of the men were unable to back out of the fire, falling victim to the Wookiees. Those who got too close to the gunner, Faye had switched over to her lightsaber. Some of them were neutralized by the barrage of blaster fire, as some of those who fell back had turned around and returned fire.

Faye saw one Wookiee approching her, with his weapon ready. She readied her own weapon and lunged at the furball, only for it to be blocked by his own, lightsaber resistant weapon. She stepped back, inspecting the beast.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: Rope Bridge, inside a Gazebo, Great Tree
Objective: A
Ally: [member="Rain"]
Enemy: [member="Surah"]

A torrent of lightning hit me and I experienced a brief second of unending, ball-shriveling pain. It was gone in an instant, lessened by the terentatek body glove I wore and by Nature Boy's antics. I'd still managed to piss myself again.

The crazy queen reeled back from my shots and then from N.B.'s spear. They didn't seem to stop her. So I unloaded everything I had left. Nine shots plus five shots from earlier meant I only had 16 shots left. Dunno about you, but squeezing a trigger doesn't take all that much time... and burst fire is more accurate than any sort of full-auto nonsense.

That said, my left hand was burnt to shiet, my shoulder was cut up, my leg had been recently Force-healed, and my throat was slashed. I said soldiers could fight through pain, but I didn't say we could fight through any pain. And man, it was starting to stack up.

So about another three bursts of fire zipped like hot sparks from the barrel of my gun before I saw the lady direct her crazy orange eyes at me.

"Grrkr."

My assault rifle started to groan as metal began to warp. I knew what came next and I wasn't a big fan, so I did the only thing I could. I aimed up at the floor near her feet and squeezed the secondary trigger.

Thunk.

Now I know Jedi and Sith are big fans of chucking grenades back at people, but you gotta understand. A grenade launcher ain't the same thing. One fragmentary grenade whooshed out of the barrel at 70 meters per second, heading for where the bridge started. If all went as planned it would explode right in front of the crazy lady at about knee height, possibly spraying her full of shrapnel and knocking her off the platform. At this range, though, I'd definitely catch some of the flak. Didn't matter much, since my rifle finally gave way, crumpling into an ugly mess that then surged back of its own accord and smashed into my helmeted face, causing my fall flat on my back.

NPC portion
Forces: 13 Wookiee Berserkers, five mortally wounded.
Enemy: [member="Faye Terrik"]
Objective: A

The Wookiees continued to roar and slash madly. The one confronting Faye opted for a different tactic. Rather than continue a cat and mouse game of swordplay, he jumped toward her, arms fully extended, intending to seize her in a massive hug and then throw the both of them off the edge of the platform. The Wookiee didn't care if he was impaled in the process. A low price to pay for the freedom of his people.

Two more of the Wookiees heard and comprehended Faye's words. They made for the heavy weapons emplacement, barreling through the soldiers in an effort to get there first.

 

[Rain]

Location: Rope Bridge at Kachiro
Allies: [member="Dak Canton"]
Objective: A
Enemies: [member="Surah"]
Soundtrack:

Spoiler

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

They struggled to protect him, but the minor spirits he had called to his aid were no match for Surah’s Force command. The dagger’s trajectory was altered, but not ceased, and the acid-covered blade plunged into his guts, buckling Rain with its momentum, then proceeding to sear away his abdomen. His eyes widened, his jaw dropped as if to scream, but nothing came out.

Perhaps it was the Waves of Darkness, but Rain’s head became clouded. Suddenly, he was in the arms of his hag mother again, flesh shredded to ribbon by her claws, but she was licking his wounds. And she was humming.

He dropped to one knee, folded by the impact, clutching the dagger by the hilt and catatonically pulling it free, all the while hum-singing that same tune. It was healing him, to what would have been his surprise if he were conscious…but as his eyes, now milk-white, would indicate…He had retreated from the agony back into the Dreaming.

His little ghostly avatar hovered about Surah, studying the meaning she emanated involuntarily, generating questions.

But in this realm transcendent of words, the intent was enough. He had become Evelynn.

And there, on the ground, his bowed zombie began to sing Evelynn, sewing her melody into the surrounding soul ichor.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: The Great Tree
Objective: A
Allies: ???
Enemies: [member="Rain"] [member="Dak Canton"]

She reeled.

The pain of the acids, the pain of the spear that had dug into her side, and when the man fired she half turned her back. A barrier of the force was created around her, a thin membrane against which the venom slugs burst against, their lack of penetrating power allowing her to survive, if only barely.

What came next however would smash that barrier to bits.

Shrapnel, smoke, and bits of wood flared up, embedding in her legs and cutting her flesh, though somehow not managing to hit any vital organs or arteries. Surah was thrown back against the ties of the bridge, tossed by the force of the explosion against a now loose hanging rope.

She shrieked through the smoke, howling with pain an agony as her mutilated body fought against itself. Rippling tides of the force washed over her, pulsing throbs that tickled her flesh as it knitted back together somewhat.

Surah stumbled forward, her ears suddenly twitching.

Her vision was fuzzy, hear ears were ringing, but the something within her stirred. It clawed its way to the surface. She fell forward, out of the smoke of the grenade onto the ruined support struts of the bridge.

Then she saw her.

She saw her.

The reason.

A pulse rushed out from Surah, emanating from her, familiar to some, a ghostly resonance to others. She began to glow, the red scars of her body fading into a sickly purple, her eyes become bright, and the lines of her face becoming haggard and ancient. Her teeth set, and her lips parted to hiss a single word. “YOU!”

She moved in a blink, faster than before, faster than should have been possible.

Surah was upon Rain in an instant, her skin aglow, her body surging with a dark tide that the echo within her had only exhibited once before. She grasped him by the scruff of his coat, picking him up with the effort of a cat lifting its kitten and throwing him across the gazebo. His blade bit deep into the flesh of her shoulder, ripping her flesh as it stabbed into her, but she did not care.

“IT WAS YOUR FAULT!” The Harpy screeched as Rain flew against the tree, a surge of the force emanating from her palm to crush his body. "YOU DID THIS TO ME!"

Dak was forgotten.

 

[Rain]

Location: Rope Bridge at Kachiro
Allies: [member="Dak Canton"]
Objective: A
Enemies: [member=Surah]
Soundtrack:

Spoiler

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

Rain awoke awash in adrenaline, Surah howling in his face about one thing or another. He had been more curious than anything…and, well…something about cats.

His pupils shrank and he howled back in her face, stabbing wildly with the dagger he’d ripped from his stomach, plunging it violently upon the shoulder that gripped him, feral in his attempt to free himself from her talons.


He could barely remember being in the air, the impact of the far gazebo wall, all a seemingly distant memory though it happened only a moment ago. He was now trapped in the endless agony of her crushing his body, roaring in protest, then in stark panic as he attempted to Dream but was just far too distracted, the severity of the damage and the prior incidence of adrenaline warding off any biological imperative to go into shock.


He swore nonsensically in his native tongue, the curse words failing to adhere to any specific individual or place in time….just rolling hills of madness and pain.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: Rope Bridge at Kachirho
Objective: A
Ally: [member="Rain"]
Enemy: [member="Surah"]

I lay on the wooden plank, head ringing. The floor shuddered beneath me. Shrapnel sang as it bounced off duraplast. My gun lay beside me, twisted and useless. Maybe I was a little like that gun right now. The slick taste of copper ran down my throat, long strands dripping as I rolled onto my side. My shoulder screamed at me, my burnt hand, well, I could only focus on so much pain at once.

Working fingers of my right hand found the Merr-Sonn Power 5 Special in its holster. I drew the weapon out, watching with wide eyes behind my helmet as the woman lifted Nature Boy into the air and started screaming at him. I tried to slow my raspy, pathetic breathing as I lay there on my side, arm extended.

The head was too small a target. Too easy to miss. So I aimed for the small of her back, for her spine. The bolt of a Merr-Sonn packs a heavy punch, could rip a big hole right through her. I didn't know if the shot could kill her. I didn't know if killing her was even a possibility. Right now, my only concern was putting her down. Whether it took permanence or not was a bridge I could cross later.

Steadying my arm and praying to whatever gods were out there, I fired from the ground.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: The Great Tree
Objective: A
Allies: ???
Enemies: [member="Rain"] [member="Dak Canton"]

“WE COULD HAVE BEEN HAPPY!” Her voice carried through the forest of Kashyyyk, the sound of her voice resonating within the trees. “WE HAD IT ALL! WE HAD EVERYTHING!”

The glowing purple etching scars pulsed, and Surah took a step forward towards Rain. The pulse of the force from her hand grew stronger, resonating harder and pressing the man even harder against the massive trunk of the tree. “BUT YOU FAILED! YOU FAILED ME! IT'S YOUR FAULT. YOU DID THIS! YOU'RE THE REAOSN I'M LIKE THIS!”

She sounded disgusted, angered, hateful and petty, her voice having changed from when she had first said that sobbing 'no'.

The raging harpy did not notice Dak, she did not notice him drawing his blaster or training it on him. Had she, it would have easily been tossed aside, but she didn't instead Dak pulled the trigger, and the bright red blaster bolt of the Merr-Sonn struck her in the small of her back.

A searing pain rushed through her, her skin burning with high intensity, the slacking robes that had been there scorched away in an instant.

Surah let out a howling scream, and she immediately dropped to her knees, letting Rain fall.

She crumpled onto the floor, hitting the hard wood of the gazebo with a loud thunk. Her hands froze, her body shook, seizing almost uncontrollably, the pale purple light surged, springing into a dance of bright flashes.

Then she stopped.

She lay still, completely un-moving, until her fingers began to curl.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

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


There are many perceptions throughout the galaxy regarding the Sith, most of them bad. One such is that they are monsters preying on the weak, preaching only the strong shall endure. Another is that they are power hungry mongrels whose sole purpose is to dominate the galaxy through fear tactics; join us or die. And yet still, others seem to view them as nothing more than mindless killing machines, uneducated fools with the gift to command the Force. But Darth Venefica was neither mindless or uneducated, plagued with madness, yes, but she was ahead of the curve. Always plotting, always a step ahead.

Sensing the Force being conjured up by the Jedi, she spun around and saw energy flashing around the hand of the female Jedi. As the energy was released, she simultaneously hurled the rock she had been holding; and watched with absolute satisfaction as it pinged off the hand of the Jedi, the same hand holding her weapon. The energy hit her full on, causing the Force inside her to flicker like a bad transmission through a broken comlink. She began to hop up and down screaming, "It burns! It burns! Oh the pain...the agony...the misery" and fell to one knee, struggling to get the lights in her head back in sequence.

Slowly she raised her head, a maniacal laugh emerging from her mouth. "We can sense...the Dark side in you. Poor Jedi...you have been tainted." From the moment she picked up the stone, she began weaving the Dark Side power known as Taint into it. It resulted in her using most of her Force energy reserves, but it was worth it. The Jedi was right, she had been stalling. Darth Venefica, always the opportunist, used the conversation as a distraction to complete the transfer of energy.

Taint could affect both sides of the Force. For a follower of the Dark Side, they would feel stunned and slight confusion. For a believer of the Light Side, like a Jedi Master, the symptoms were far worse. They would begin to feel confusion and the effects of being stunned while their body was racked with pain, but also, they would feel the invasion of the Dark Side taking control of their body; no longer exhibiting the Light Side in the Force to all who could sense it. They could fight it, but it would cause them to exert a lot of mental and physical energy; leaving them vulnerable like a newborn baby.

The Sith Knight rose to her feet, unclasped her lightsaber; and finally thumbed the activation stud on the side. "You smell like a Sith," she said still trying to keep the switch in her head from flicking the lights on and off. "Now we redirect the question back to you...do you surrender?"



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

 

[Zion Krayt]

Location: The Tree.
Objective: Teach Jedi on How to be Late at Objective A.
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Corvus Raaf"],
Enemies: [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Darth Venefica"]

So much life had been loss on that day.

The One Sith invaded, and Zaren Bouqi's inactivity had gone overlooked. After this battle, if he were to survive, he would continue his duties as a Jedi Master and return to protecting the Galactic Republic and the rest of the Galaxy from the scum that was the Sith Empire and her allies. How many had to die before this battle was over? Before this war was over?

Millions, if not billions more he assumed.

That's why I became a Jedi.

The armoured Protector of Tython clenched the controls of his Stealth-X. He wasn't an Ace by any means, but he did know that he used to be an Ace at costing the Galactic Republic hundreds of thousands of credits in repairs for previous starfighters in the past. Despite the situation that he beheld, he smiled at the memories.

Then the cockpit popped up and he was ejected from the cockpit of the Stealth-X as it descended through the branches of the gigantic tree and he wrapped himself in the confines of a Force shield and enhanced his senses through the Force as he descended through the branches and the Waves of Darkness, dodging branches, and on occasion using them to slow his descent slightly. The Force aided in that a bit too, and there was a moment of confusion while he fell, wondering why he was even wrapping a shield around himself, wondering why he was even on Kashyyyk, and then his nerves hardened, and he remembered what had to be done.

His phrik armour protected him from the most part, but it was clear that were multiple scrapes and gouges upon the suit as he landed, quite heavily. There was a moment of him not moving on the ground as his force shield dissipated into the Darkness around him.

The landing could've obviously been better, but he had slowed it enough to have not taken serious physical damage. Then he stood up, and from past experiences of haven't being able to see anything, the force sight took over his actual vision and he saw the forms of the Dark Side, and those that were light. He didn't see everything that he wanted to see, there were flickering colours on the edge of his vision, but what he did see was [member="Darth Nephthys"] approaching [member="Corvus Raaf"], and his hand dropped down to his waist to retrieve the lightsabre hilt there, and he ignited it. It was his secondary blade, one that he rarely used, one that he hadn't used since Empress Teta when he was still a Jedi Knight, he hardly cared for it, for it wasn't his.

His arm was pulled back, and he launched the blade on a trajectory that would hopefully block her next fatal strike on the Wookiee in front of her.

 

[Khan Ra]

Location: Kachiro, en route to rope bridge
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Faye Terrik"], One sith, Maybe @Surah...
Enemies: [member="Rain"], [member="Dak Canton"], Murderous Wookiees

Khan moved quickly, backtracking partially through the path that he had cleared on the way to the Guild house before, before turning towards the center of the city. From what his snipers told him after a brief check over their comlink radios most of the objectives had been compelted, by now; most control points captured. It was almost too late. Too late to prove himself. His chance at recognition had bene stolen form it. Stolen by time delays, by [member="Darth Venefica"] claiming the chip, by every Wookiee and trooper who stalled him. He had little chance for glory now. Little chance. But still a chance. He would make a chance. He would find something Find a remianing commander to kill. Prehaps even do something mundane as assist a Lord... that would gain recognition, would it not? Not enough. Not enough. His best chance was stolen... The angry acolyte moved swiftly through the city, his ears perked, so to speak, for the nearest sounds of fighting. He could claim a kill prehaps... If he could kill someone important, a Master or Commander... He could still be influencial. He still had a chance.

He made his way to the general direction of the city hall, crossing bridges here and wide platforms there. There was little resistance left in this part of the city- and the small amount that did exist was quickly eliminated by the snipers. Until they got closer to what seemed to be the nearest battle... [member="Faye Terrik"], someone he reconized from earlier in the battle, fighting several Wookiees. And on a higher platform, above, he could sense a powerful force user, and the sounds of blaster fire. The fight between Rain, Sura, and Dak Canton- though he didn't know that. More delays. Delays to the city hall. More delays! Khan snarled in anger as he saw the Wookiee berserkers ahead, watching one of which grab for Terrik in a bear hug. They woudl have to clear the way... More kriffing delays!

The angry Felactian gave the order for his snipers to fire on the Wookiees. This, of course, gathered their attention. Two fell, two others were inflicted with non-lethal wounds. Three ran at them. Delays, delays, delays! Though he had little idea how to ocmmand it to his will, the force surged around him in his anger. One Wookie fell by a well-aimedd hed shot, then the other two were upon them. One went for the snipers- and Khan could hear a fleshy tear as the injured sniper's damaged arm was ripped form his body, followed by horrible thumps as the trooper was literally beat to death with his own arm. And then ther ewas the other Wookiee; who went straight for the Felactian.

Khan move quickly, his species' reflexes keeping him from certain death at the hands of the Wookiee. He had been starting to tire before, but this new adreniline that came with his anger fueled him. They were wasting time! Hee was wasting time! His chance for glory was slipping away! The Wookiee lunged at Khan again, and through reflex and prehaps luck, prehaps assistance from the Force, the Fleactian ducked, sad shoved the blade forwards into the Wookiee's gut. The beast gave an angered howl, reaching for Khan's face- but the vibrating blade quickly tore into organs, as was it's partial purpose. The Wookiee fell. Khan stepped bakc, glancing back at his snipers. Two of them lay mutilated next to a Wookiee's corpse. The other three were shaken, but alive and seemingly unhurt. Several other Wookiees stood int he only path on; the lower of the two platforms forwards was destroyed, meaning hte only path to the center of the city was the upper platform, and a rope bridge leading into it. The platform where Surah fought two others. Her woudln't let there be more delays. Shaking from a mixture of exertion and rage, Khan spoke to the remaining snipers. "Kill the creatures."

As the snipers fired on the remaining Wookiees, Khan moved up the bridge.

Location: Kachiro City, near the rope bridge
Controller: Khan Ra, on loan from Venefica
Forces: 3 snipers, two deceased
Objective: Kill the Wookiee berserkers led by [member="Dak Canton"]

Opponents: Crazy Wookiees

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: The Great Tree
Objective: A
Ally: [member="Rain"]
Enemy: [member="Surah"]
She fell like she was dead and then lay there, unmoving.... but this ain't my first rodeo. I squeezed the trigger half-a-dozen more times from where I lay on the ground. Didn't see the point in moving, wouldn't really make much of a difference with a bum leg and my body beat half to hell.

Hopefully she just soaked up the blaster shots and died, but that would be goin' against my usual stream of bad luck. Galaxy liked to make it hard on me, see. Kept me alive long enough to see all my efforts fail. Made me wonder when it'd let me die.

NPC Forces
Enemies: [member="Faye Terrik"], [member="Khan Ra"]

The wookiees died valiantly, the last of them tearing off a thermal detonator belt from an enemy combatant and then throwing herself onto the heavy gun emplacement that Faye had sought to turn against them. Both the wookiee and the gun emplacement exploded in brilliant white flame.

 

[Rain]

Location: Rope Bridge at The Great Tree
Allies: [member="Dak Canton"]
Objective: A
Enemies: [member="Surah"]

There was not a whole heck of a lot left of a fight left in Rain. The crushing of his form against the tree still resonant in his bones, he didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to keep going.

But there was no eternal reward waiting for him on the other side, and he had no intention of going out like that victim in a horror movie, who just might survive if she stopped feeling sorry for herself.

He clutched his knife in his hand, crawling across the floor of the gazebo to the fallen Sith Lord, resolving to aerate her vitals as if he were building a healthier lawn.

Just one hand over the other, closer and closer…

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Location: Beach Front

Objective: A; actually start fighting the Sith

Allies: [member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Meric Nadun"]

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

"Then perhaps you need to go study some history of the origins of our prospective Orders."​

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Social time was definitely over at this point. Not only did the Sith insult the Jedi, but she was selectively deaf to the query of aid. What did she expect? For him to come unguarded to better present a proposition of peace? This was a war, and what a more queer idea of thinking that a veteran lay down his own arms and accept that his own people were dying around him as they spoke. The old Jedi finally opened up his stance and changed up for a more aggressive form. He would continue to circle, eyeing her lightsaber and taking mental note that she was most likely faster on her feet without armor such as his, not to mention the variation of the hilt. This would be a duel of fates, and only one of them would be walking away victorious.

Rusken began to channel his own inner hatred, accepting that his enemy would not take reason over physical measures. But in the end, the most he could do was try. But he would not allow himself to be an open target, if the enemy didn't accept diplomacy, then they would surely understand the reason for being struck down. The one thing this woman seemed to fail to understand was that the old man understood all too well how each of their perspectives worked, and despite the constant one-sided arguments presented by either of them, he knew in his heart that her cause was foul. The way she sought to bring peace and understanding was below moral atonement and would not be accepted anywhere among the Republic.

She was the one who failed to understand, not him.

But now was the time to let ignorance flow into battle, to disengage from all other twisting emotions and be at the center of one's self. Rusken took a couple steps forward and attempted to strike at the Sith with consistent but surprising agility. Given all the prior battlefield experience, Rusken had learned to focus intensely on his swordsmanship. His eye true with where he intended to land his blows, and each of them with intentional meaning. His aim was for her mid-section, and knowing wielders of a saberstaff, their momentum was quite formidable; however, he also knew that their posture and positioning meant the most. And with true and consistent striking, they could be overcome.

Perhaps all this violence was the reason Rusken was never allowed a Master's title. His inner darkness keeping him from becoming a true Jedi, but instead being the champion that the Republic needed to fight its battles. In short, he was not ashamed of the lives he had taken. He was proud of his service, even if someone else doubted him or labeled him a murderer.

 

[Shuduc Macar]

Location: Inside Kachiro City
Objective: Objective: Moving to take the life tree
Allies: Faye @Terrik [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Khan Ra"] [member="Darth Valtryx"]
Enemies: [member="Slate Estrada"] and his forces

As others took the bridges and handled that group she moved her team onward quickly moving to get to the great tree the wookies worshiped and capture it. It took only a short time before her force began to march up toward it cutting down the wookies who desperately tried to get in their way. Her troops fired blaster bolts and she sliced with a single saber cutting down the wookies taking out her second only when one worth any effort attacked. But they were failing soon she knew she’d take the great objective and end this battle. Soon all that stood before her and her soldiers was [member="Slate Estrada"] and his forces and maybe a jedi that might be hiding here. Victory was at hand she believed!

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: The Great Tree
Objective: A
Allies: ???
Enemies: [member="Rain"] [member="Dak Canton"]

The girl snapped to her feet.

It was so fast, so instantaneous, so disturbingly ghoulish that it made one wonder if the girl was even a living being. Several of the shots struck her, but the way she had picked herself up and moved sent most of them wide. The few that struck her singed and burned her flesh, sending that distinct acrid smell into the air.

The blast wounds marred white and pink with deep black spots, and though the purple glow faded where they struck, it quickly surged to the surface one more as a pulse crossed Surah's skin.

Bright Orange eyes shifted from Dak to Rain, confusion and rage mixing upon the slaves face. She looked from one man to the other, then took a step back. Where was she? Where was the traitor? Where did she go?

She had been here a few moments ago.

Surah shook her head.

What did those questions mean?

She didn't understand.

Panic pushed through her once again, rising to the top of her emotional spectrum. She didn't know! Her heart began to race in her chest once again, the soft purple glow upon her scars faded, returning them to their bright pink and red. She panicked, lashing out in whatever way she could.

Surah's arms surged forward in a wave, an odd, almost childish flailing.

The force followed her command, and a wave of power surged forward. It struck neither Rain nor Dak, but instead hurtled towards the Gazebo ground. It cracked and broke apart the already damaged support struts, splintering them and breaking them under the stress. The Gazebo began to give way, and in a panic, Surah turned and ran.

 

[Rain]

Location: Rope Bridge at the Great Tree
Allies: [member="Dak Canton"]
Objective: A
Enemies: [member=Surah]

Rain clawed at the gazebo floor, digging with his dagger, with already torn off nails, struggling to find purchase on something substantial as the whole structure came undone. He looked for Dak, but only caught a glimpse before gravity pulled them in different directions.

He was tumbling. Then, he was falling.

A soft splash. And then? Noiselessness.

He had fallen into one of the coastal shallows, his ears submerged, and his body unable to move, his eyes fixed on the devastated ruin of what had been a battleground a moment ago. He clutched his dagger tightly, triggering a meager shower of endorphins in simply knowing it was there.

The spear even fell, too, landing point down in the ground, marking his resting place as though it were a grave.

A grave.

He "clicked", a cricket chirp. Nothing. He “clicked” again, a bird call. Nothing. A bear. A dragon. Anything.

But nothing.

Just the empty sound of the water.

…and the hag, wheezing through her shriveled face from…somewhere.

Closing his eyes, he tried to hide, trembling midst the Waves of Darkness.