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

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: Clinging to life
Objective: Great Tree
Ally: [member="Rain"]
Enemies: [member="Surah"] (disengaged) | [member="Khan Ra"]

She waved a hand and the Gazebo exploded. There's really no way to adequately describe the way the wood shards splintered through the air, or the terror I felt as I slid toward the giant hole. Let's just leave it at what I can put into my own comprehension. Half the Gazebo ceased to exist, then the other half listed to the side and I started skidding toward a ledge. Y'know, like one of those movies scenes where the ship is sinking and everything is at a tilt. I'd never thought it would be so damn terrifying, but I'd already emptied my bladder twice today.

I scrabbled, grabbing hold of anything I could. The fingers of my burnt hand found a railing. I seized it even as I watched Nature Boy go flying by. Pop. That really awesome sound was my shoulder dislocating. I didn't know one person could be in this much pain.

I gurgled something incomprehensible and hung there until everything stopped falling. Tucking my chin, I looked down. Nature Boy was somewhere down there. Probably lying in the mud with a broken spine. Dead or dying. I somehow managed to holster my pistol - don't know how - then used both hands to pull myself back onto the precarious ledge. I lay there panting, making sad wheezing sounds from a slit throat.

A little voice in the back of my head nagged at me to fix my neck. My unburnt hand fished around and found a pouch on my belt. I pulled out a bacta spray, shook it, then sprayed. Worked just like the directions on the back of the can. A sickly-sweet smell filled the air and I scrunched up my nose, but at least my throat wasn't a gaping mess anymore.

Somewhere down there was the kid who'd saved my life. Well, I wasn't jumping down after him, but maybe I could....

I seized a grenade from my belt. One of two. I only ever carry one type of grenade on my belt. Way too easy for the Forcies to do stuff with frags and thermals. These were meant for a purpose. Bacta grenades. I armed it and tossed it down, watching the blinking light on the small orb fade, a faint sensation of anxious hope gnawing at my stomach.

 

[Kira Talith]

Objective: Get [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Location: Objective A
Allies: [member="Soliael Devin Talith"]
Enemies: One tied up girl?

While Kira made sure Anja's mouth was gagged with her scarf, she'd keep looking over her shoulder at Sol's direction. She was worried.

While Sol could certain take care of himself, she couldn't help but be concerned. More blood would trickle down her nose and she'd wipe it away with an unconscious swipe with the hem of her robe.

Time would tell what would happen with the fight -- and maybe they could start going elsewhere if Big Red was neutralized soon enough!

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Objective: Straighten Armor
Location: Objective A
Allies: [member="Kira Liadain"]
Enemies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
(It's been some time again, moving on...again.)

Soliael cringed as he felt the lick of the whip.

His teeth bit down on his tongue, and his eyes closed. He twisted the whip one more time, and then suddenly he pulled. A great wrench of his arm and he lurched the Lightwhip away from his opponent and tore it from his grip, then seconds later Soliael reached out with the force, and for a Third time hurled the Sith Pureblood into a nearby tree.

As soon as the whip flew free the blade of it deactivated, the red coils around his arm disappearing with a great sigh of relief. His chest heaved, and his foot caught the rolling cylinder as it came towards him. With slight disgust, Soliael kicked the lightwhip away from himself, sending it into the fog.

“We have to get her out of here.” Soliael said as he walked over to Kira, his arm still smoking from the lapping plasma that had been wrapped there only seconds ago.

 

[Mother Askani]

Location: Republic Stronghold
Objective: Duel Praelior amongst the ruined fortress
Allies: [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Praelior"]

The rifle fell to the flooring beside them which seemed to split in half itself from the destruction of the base. Though the removal of the weapon seemed successful. Her close interactions became even more dangerous as the battle was close quarters now. The attack from Praelior came with much strength behind it, but that was something Ru always overcame with speed. While she twisted her wrist so that it would flick and turn in another direction, she went in to parry the attack of the red lightsaber.

This however seemed to be only a distraction, as all of a sudden the sound if beeping was heard while their blades met. A grenade! She saw the woman take a deep breath and release the grenade within their proximity. Ru's eyes grew wide, and she jerked her body to the right so that her numb, and limping arm would swing around and bat the grenade away. With minimal success, although it didn't detonate in her face it flew a couple of feet, and detonated. The smoke however covered the area around them. Though just before she took a deep breath but she had to rely on senses from this point on.

She slowly walked a couple of steps, while tremors filled the area and sounds of crashing all over. Her guard was up, but taking over slowly was this...high pitched sound that increased over time. A trick no doubt.

"Balaya...your tricks won't work here... I see through you. Surrender." she was talking crap to egg her on. All the while she utilized her Farsight abilities to increase her perception. Coming to a stop, her eyes flicked to the right, and behind her she could feel the approaching danger. She turned around and brought her saber up with a quick and precise block to parry the projectile.

The ground just in front of her shattered, the wood giving off a loud echoing boom sound once it split in half. The Togruta kicked up a larger than normal shard of wood, it came up in a vertical position coming straight for the Sith Lord, while Ru maneuvered herself out of the way.

 

[Caleb Brolen]

Location- Tree
Objective-A
Allies-[member="Kian Karr"]
Enemies- [member="Surah"]

I hid behind the tree but Armand never came so I had to go without him. About twenty minutes later the firing had stopped all around my position so I assumed the sith had moved on to secure other part of the city. This was my chance I had to get going.

I decided to get up and see where or who I could help. I clinched my side and rose slowly and painfully as I could but my ribs were cracked or at least I hope they were. I wandered around for a few minutes looking for anyone I could help if not a little. I finally found a group of people of what looked like a Sith and a Kel Dor but upon further inspection I saw that it was Master [member="Kian Karr"] . He was supposed to be at the stronghold but I figured that it had probably fallen by now.

I walked or should a say slowly paced my way over to the Jedi Master falling on the ground next to him with a loud thud. I tried to say something but nothing came out of my mouth except the subtle worked "Master K..Karr"

 

[Khan Ra]

Location: En route to somewhere or another (Kachiro tree city)
Objective: A
Ally: One Sith, Faye Terrik, Anyone else around
Enemies: Wookiees, soon to be [member="Dak Canton"]

He was tired of the delays. Delays, delays, delays. First raiding parties in the woods, then troopers, then some kriffing commander stabbing him and Venefica taking the chip. Delays! Then the Gazebo collapsing, he'd have to take the long way around. Delays, delays, delays! Khan's grip tightened on his vibroblade with every passing second. He was getting tired, despite his anger the adreniline was beginning to fade. As it faded he could feel the pulsating pain from the stab wound in his side. It wasn't bad, but it hurt. It was distracting. It was a delay.

The Felactian and his three remaining snipers moved quickly from the past battleground where he'd left [member="Faye Terrik"] and the Wookiees, hoping to get to the center of the city in time to do something notable,s omething tha toculd slavage all of this for Khan. But of course as was obvious through the entire day; luck was not with the Acolyte. This was made extremely obvious as he heard the whooping war cries of nearby Wookiees. Khan heard one of his snipers shout; "They're in the trees!" just in time to look up and see half a dozen Wookiee warriors jump from the higher branches. Khan was able ot move, barely. He could feel the Wookiee's fleebitten fur brush against his own. More delays.

He was tiring; he couldn't fight back for long. Earlier in the invasion his snipers had taken out many more then this; but that was from a range, and that was much earlier. They were tired now, ran ragged by the Acolyte forcing them to run fro area to area of the city with little break. This was at close quarters. Snipers fighting closer quarters. With Wookiees. They didn't stand a chance. One of the three was smart; he fell back. Well he fething ran for it; straight back to where they had came. The other two? Khan couldn't affordd to pay attention to them, but he knew if they werne't dead already they were going to be.

The Wookiee Khan was fighting was desperate. He wasn't aware of teh reinforcements coming from the beach. All he knew that his home city was being attacked, that his race, his family, friends, children, would likely be forced into slavery. The Wookiee had ran out of bowcaster quarrels, had lost his blade, and was desperately fighting to save his home. So like any other cornered animal, the Wookiee used his claws.

Though he was swift and agile, Khan was also weary. It was only a matter of time before he failed to dodge. The Felactian lunged forwards, trying to gore the Wookiee on his vibroblade much as he did earlier. This time it didn't work so well. The beast simply batted aside the blade, slashing at Khan's arm with sharp climbinb claws. The Acolyte let out something between a snarl and a scream when they cut through flesh, nearly exposing bone. Khan could've been easily killed righ thtere. The Wookiee coudl've easily ripped him apart. Instead there was a burning pain on Khan's shoulder,a flash of blinding light, and the Wookiee fell. The last surviving sniper had shot the Wookiee.

However, before Khan could fully realized that his life was just saved for the fourth or fifth time that day, the other Wookiees finished viciouslly mauling the other two snipers. Khan used the same survival strategy the smartest, and only surviving, of his five snipers did; He turned around and fething ran.

(Tl;dr: Was going towards the center of the city, ran into some Wookiees, lost two more snipers, sustained an injury, turned out back to where [member="Dak Canton"] is.)
(And in case you're wondering, the sniper's blaster bolt grazed Khan's shoulder and hit the Wookiee in the face.)


NPC
LOCATION: Running through Kachiro
OBJECTIVE: Shoot Wookiees, Don't die
CONTROLLER: Khan Ra, on loan from Venefica
FORCES: Five snipers; four deceased.

ENEMIES: Wookiees

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Beach
Objective: (A) Take a tree, fight the armored man in front of me
Allies: [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: [member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Rusken Shaxx"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Sressechka"] [member="Thane Drexel"]

And just like that, her Jedi opponent took the aggressor's initiative and charged at her, aiming attacks at her mid-section. She could feel a tempered hatred of her and the Sith in general within, now that was interesting. He was fast, faster than she expected really, but she was able to bring her lightsaber blade in between his attacks and her flesh, but she was forced to give ground to his attacks. He was truly an expert of the blade, she could tell just from this first crossing of their blades.

Well, she was perfectly willing to stay on the defensive, parrying and re-directing his attacks to either side of her as they moved. She had to wear him down, make that armor become more of a hindrance than an advantage. So, she would stay on the defensive, with a Force block ready if he tried to attack her with a Force based attack, and just keep moving. Her mobility and agility would be key to this fight.

NPCs:
Location: Beach, near the wall
Controller: Darth Arcanix
NPCs: 7,205 Sith Troopers, 9,621 Vong warriors, 4 rakamats
Opponents: [member="Graxin Rade"]'s Peacekeepers, enemy fighter pilots

The strafing and bombing attacks had definitely done some damage to the Sith forces under Arcanix's command, but they wouldn't let shadow bombs or laser cannons disrupt their advance. Rocket fire, indeed heat seekers, would continue to fly into the air to keep the enemy fighter craft from attacking them further without heavy costs while the main body of the forces reached the wall. Grappling hooks were used to scale the undamaged sections and det charges were set to explode the weakened sections so the Sith forces could pour through the breach.

Sith troopers and Vong warriors began to engaged the rear forces of the Peacekeepers in their way, fighting against them with blast fire, vibroblade, amphistaff, and razor bugs. The rakamats roared and began opening up with their Yaret-Kor as mroe artillery pieces now than tank shots as their forces engaged the wall. Luckily now, enemy fighters would have a problem attacking them for risk of killing their own allies as the lines blurred again as fighting resumed completely.

That was when the Wookiee Rocketeers began firing at the rakamats, most of their missiles being consumed by the dovin basals, but a few were a blt to sneak through and began impacting on their armor, with one being relatively hurt by an explosion near one of its legs.

Summary:
Losses of over 2,000 men combined from the strafing, shadow bombs, and proton torpedo
Scaling the wall and fighting its rampart defenders, det charges being set to to explode weakened sections
Rakamats firing artillery strikes over the wall towards the main Republic area, some friendly fire could occur
Rocket fire continuing to provide cover from enemy fighter craft again
One Rakamat injured, some hits on their armor from the Wookiee rockets

 

[Thane Drexel]

Location: Skies over Kachirho
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Sressechka"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Arcanix"] NPC's [member="Darth Nephthys"]' NPC's and so one.

As Thane pulled back around for another pass at the Sith forces, he noticed the Republic and Sith lines had been mushed together. It would be hard to get precise shots on them. Unless he started coming side to side then work his way up. As more rockets lanced out toward the Republic pilots, Thane arced hard towards the trees. Weaving between the tree tops, the rockets slammed into branches and showered the forest floor with splinters.


"Echo 2, 3 break and strife lateral on the lines. Watch for rockets. Keep it light, watch for friendlies. We need to stop them before they overrun the trees."

"Roger."

The two veered off to their task and popped flares to halt following rockets. In turn, Thane would return to his course. Gaining altitude, Thane came back down on the battle with his cannons spitting bolts into the Sith lines. The dark cloud may obscure his vision, but as long as hit targets stayed just beyond the trees, then he would strike true, all the while avoiding the cloud. As he avoided the cloud, so to would he remain from view of the rocketeers.

 

[Kana Truden]

https://soundcloud.com/beatman-and-ludmilla/hyper-beatman-and-ludmilla-ft​

- NO OBJECTIVE -
Location: ‘round town
Allies: [member="Flint Dexen"]
Enemies: [member="Reverance"], [member="Corvus Raaf"] (Why you do this?)
Special Equipment: Lumen Mk. I

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Three bodies fell to the floor, yet two of them still lived. What had started as a tackle to throw her opponent off-balance had become so much more. A life had been taken and it was Kana’s fault, her inaction that caused it.

Something deep down in her called out in sorrow yet the mind ignored it. She was overcome by emotion but it wasn’t her own. She was angry at the Sith and at the potential capture that lurked around the corner. She felt pinned down and it fuelled a hate within her that had seemingly been bottled up for longer than she cared to remember.

Time slowed down to a crawl as the two enemies managed to enter a tussle.

Dexen’s death hit her hard as it mixed with a surge of emotion coming from the other end of whatever bound her together with Master Raaf. Oh it felt good to be free again as punch, for punch, for punch found it’s way towards Reverance’s head. Each swing set free with the express purpose of turning her opponent into a crimson pulp. She would not rest until her fists were red from the sticky trickles that would be running down her opponent’s face.

Except then she froze up. The anger on the other end was gone. What was she doing? Her breathing became staggered. She was losing control again, it was the same feeling as on Zeltros. She had lost it again, but the poison was gone, wasn’t it? What could have-

Her moment of hesitation had been taken advantage of and a cold metal fist came up to meet her face.

She fell over in pain. Her hands fell flat on the hard wooden floors as her saber rolled out of reach. She quickly tried to get up in order to get it but promptly collapsed to the floor. It was too late. With a panic-inducing cling the hilt fell over the edge. A metal piece, a spoil of war plummeting towards the Shadowlands below.

She raised herself up by her elbows in an effort to get herself up from the ground.

A hand reached out to wipe the metal taste from her lips. A smudge of blood painted her greave red. She had once again found herself in a bad position, but she could recover. This was just temporary.

Remaining hunched she couldn’t see her opponent yet. She was too busy coughing anyway.

 

[Vrag]

PC Part​

LOCATION: The Great Tree
OBJECTIVE: A
ALLIES: [member="Faye Terrik"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Khan Ra"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Darth Valtryx"] | [member="Shuduc Macar"] | [member="Surah"] | [member="Khallesh"]
ENEMIES: [member="Jack Sparrow"] (moving to collect) | The Republic and her allies

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Their landing was far from smooth, and nobody applauded the pilot as they poured out of the dropship, brandishing their rifles and roaring at the top of their lungs. It was a slaughter that greeted them upon exiting the ship, but Vrag had other orders, as much as that head-on assault beckoned to her thrumming heart. Her form, aided by the speed of the Force, rushed towards the Great Tree, where the last of the opposition was holding out. It was a good, defensible position, and not exactly the easiest to conquer, but they had come with purpose and morale bolstering their ranks. The only tunnel their enemy would look down was the barrel of a gun, the Sith would make sure of that.

Still, not everyone was sentenced to a grisly death in this bloody affair, for some figures were worth more alive than torn to pieces. Even they could recognize that, despite what the Galaxy might think of their tactics or methods. The woman soon caught up with the vanguard of her troops, melting back into the black mess of armor and red streaks barking from their blasters. She opened fire on the wookiees that were slowing down their progress, gritting her teeth as a few bowcaster bolts met her plate-encased body. It wasn't pleasant, but her getup did its job well, and the Knight was moving far too quickly to remain a target for very long, not with so many other, much more readily available bodies at their disposal.

The firrerreo left the safety of numbers and made her way to the bridges, where the armies of Sith had already asserted their superiority over the enemy. According to the commands issued to her by [member="Darth Nephthys"], the senator of Kashyyyk had surrendered for the time being, demanding an audience with their Lord. The presumptuous notions of the man certainly entertained Vrag, pulling her grim expression into a humorless leer as she slowed down, approaching the oddly dressed individual with her blade firmly in her hand. One wrong move, and the clown would be out cold, courtesy of a merciless uppercut. She was drained from the battle, and all her patience had gone into taking the stronghold; any clever sass would fall on deaf ears with the woman.

"You!" she shouted over the din of battle, loud enough to be heard as she pushed her way through the droids surrounding him. "[member="Jack Sparrow"], right? You're coming with me, sweetcheeks," said the armor-clad Knight, her tone brooking no argument.

NPC Part​

LOCATION: At the Great Tree | Heading down to the beach
OBJECTIVE: A
CONTROLLER: Vrag
ALLIES: — II —
ENEMIES: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Dak Canton"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Talon Vosra"] | [member="Slate Estrada"] | [member="Caleb Brolen"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Graxin Rade"] | [member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Sressechka"] | The Republic and her allies (I apologize if I missed anybody, a lot of people haven't posted recently)

Spoiler: FORCES:

• The Great Tree: 5,000 - 150 = 4,850
• The Beach: 5,000
• Incoming: 4,000

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The Great Tree: The first wave of the troops started ascending up the tree, but they found themselves hindered at every step by both the structure itself and its defenders. Soldiers were being shot at left and right, wookiees slinking back into the cover of houses and trees as they tried to return fire. Everybody's aim was off, especially in the lower pathways of the tree, where the darkness was so thick you could almost taste it. The traitorous green flashes aided them, however, and the troops wasted no time unleashing volleys of bolts whenever someone exposed themselves. Still, wood is wood, and as such not a very sturdy building material, which proved particularly useful when they started flinging grenades into the huts, hopefully splattering fur and entrails all over the interior, seeing as the beasts had nowhere to move and no way to spot the grenades hurling through the smothering clouds of the Dark side. And if the confined blast didn't kill them, the splinters and beams would at least incapacitate them. Along with the Vong, Graug and whatever other Sith were there to assist them, the army was inexorably moving upwards, squashing any and all resistance with the determination of those who can already see the finish line.

The Beach: The second round of reinforcements was steered towards the sandy dunes that were being assaulted anew, a fresh company of wookiees roaring forward from the woods and into the Sith forces holding the beach. Arriving from the direction of the tree, the troops had the advantage of high terrain on the attacking enemy, exploiting this without shame or restraint as they started shooting at the enemy. They spread out on the crest of the hill and down the slope, maximizing the area they could cover as well as making it harder for the Pubs flying above to decimate them all in one run. Essentially forming a giant firing squad, the five thousand strong rained their signature red bolts on the adversaries below. Many of them were already tired from the fight at the stronghold, but that victory gave them the strength to continue despite of it, pressing down on the opposition and providing cover fire for those who were more directly engaged with the furry beasts.

 

[James Mathison]

Location: The Super Tree
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Surah"]
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Kira Liadain"]

James and the Sith forces moved at the city. Some finding cracks to slip into, others met Republic blaster fire. The Vong and Graug were strong, but the ferocity of the Wookies fighting for their home was unmatched. Vong and Graug alike met gruesome ends when they came in close quarters with the pissed off Wookies. Sure Wookies fell, but they took down many before doing so. The sight was amazing, as how many humans could rip the head off a Graug while holding a Vong in a headlock all while kicking the visor of a Sith trooper into his skull. James wished he had that strength. All he could manage was snapping a few necks.


James, two sabers in hand, cut his way to the front lines, meaning all the Vong, Graug, and trooper in front of him were now beneath his foot. They were expendable after all. Then, while he cut his way through. The six random Vong detomated they're explosive charges where ever they were in the city or outside. Pockets of explosions wiped dozens off the planet each. The force could be felt depending on its location.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Great Tree
Objective: Objective 1
Allies: [member="Faye Terrik"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Khan Ra"], [member="Shuduc Macar"], [member="James Mathison"], [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Ryan Korr"], Walking Carpets


With the arrival of of fresh troops under the command of [member="Vrag"], it bought time for Darth Venefica to finally get a grasp on what the Jedi had done to her as she crouched down next to a hut; her head shaking out the cobwebs. Her right hand closed around the enchanted amulet that hung around her neck feeling the Dark Side course through her, while the five voices began whispering encouragement in her mind. She stood up, feeling the connection to the Force restored, retrieving the hilt from her waist and releasing her grip of on the amulet. "Slaughter! Maim! Eviscerate! Kill them all," the voice of Darth Zero erupting in her mind. "And we shall have it no other way," she answered the disembodied voice, her crimson blade emerging ready to feast on the flesh of their enemies.

Stepping back into the fray, revived and murder on her mind, she sought out her first victim to attempt to sate the insatiable appetite of her blade. "Those two would do nicely," the voice of Darth Portia brushing against the Sith Knight's mind as her black eyes fell upon two Wookies running toward the tree. Her Force energy had almost completely refilled but she would not waste them on the walking furballs. She whistled moving toward them, grabbing their attention and earning it as they changed directions charging toward her. Reaching into her utility belt, she grabbed one small thermal detonator, thumbed the switch and tossed at them, watching as the explosion crippled their massive legs,causing them to crash to the ground; their howls of pain music to her ears.

Her eyes scanned the area for the Jedi Master and [member="Darth Nephthys"] and saw them at once, plus another Jedi trying to cut down the female Sith Lord. Her face contorted into a mask of pure hate as she slowly walked toward the trio, slicing the heads off the two Wookies as she passed without even glancing down at them, inhaling their deaths through the Force. Her right hand extending out in front of her, lining up her shot on the male Jedi who was to focused on trying to kill the Sith Lord, and unleashed a torrent of white and blue energy from her fingertips.


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

 

[Reverance]

Location: Never never land (The stronghold)
Objective: Assess the damage, keep on fighting maybe?
Allies: [member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Flint Dexen"] s Ghost
Enemeis: [member="Kana Truden"] 's fists
Theme:

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

Each punch was a white flash against sight, likely resulting from the impacting blow knocking the brain around in his skull. One to the cheek bone, crack! One to the jaw, crunch! Another across the temple, gash! Another to the nose, snap! All he could do to fend off the attack was the landing of the lucky blow from armored left fist, likely enough to jar even the most seasoned fighters. Yet, he couldn't pull himself away from the prospect of his own sacrifice and the injuries incurred in infliction of grievous wound. As he maneuvered the angered Jedi away from him, he lifted himself up from laying position, a zombie's reanimated corpse, springing from fresh earth. A man upon shaking knee, he made no effort to stand but, by Bogan, he would if he needed to. However, he was satisfied to just breath in vigorously, the burn of the air through the trachea gave him the satisfaction in the rise and fall of his chest. He was still alive but it seems he may have been hit by a train...or just a woman's scorn. He wasn't quite sure if there was a difference at this point.

He instinctively patted his chest down, looking for a cigarra, but forgot that he was on the battlefield and not back in the academy. "Damn..." He whispered with a sigh as his shaking right hand drifted to his nose and reset the cartilage, tears welling up in the single eye as he reached into mouth and yanked out a bloody molar, flinging it to the shadowlands below. He quietly mourned the fact that he hadn't saved one of those Phrik inserts from a recent trip with [member="Matsu Xiangu"], instinctively prodding the gap in his gums with a habitually curious tongue.

"Your anger...your pain. It sustains me..." He spoke louder now. Though his gaze was upon the corpse of [member="Flint Dexen"], his attention was upon the Jedi Master who had just given him quite the thrashing. However, if she searched his mind and thoughts, she would realize that he felt nothing but joy at the prospect of his own wounds. He lifted his hand to his right cheek, feeling the crushed check bone beneath flesh, like a cracked egg in a plastic bag. His face oozed blood from multiple cuts and his back felt wet and warm, the wound caused by the armor was hot and throbbing, but non-fatal.

"But why do you go on, Kana Truden? The stronghold has been overrun - there is no hope in this place. Only death and grief. Are you like me, then? Do you, too, long for the taste of blood and the feeling of swollen knuckles?" He laughed as he coughed, spitting out blood and saliva as he clenched a bruised rib, from the numerous force pushes. It hurt to breath, he thought, as he continued to linger upon his own pain and the pleasure it provided him. Pain so often seemed to bring out his loquaciousness. "Or perhaps it's something more. Honor for fallen brethren, then? Honor to your code? Hope, maybe? Or perhaps it is anger and vengeance that brings you rapping upon my door." He liked this woman's anger and resolve, she was growing on him. He lamented the notion that one day, he would be forced to kill her.

 

[Jack Sparrow]

Location: The Great Tree

"You!" she shouted over the din of battle, loud enough to be heard as she pushed her way through the droids surrounding him. "Jack Sparrowhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/464-jack-sparrow/, right? You're coming with me, sweetcheeks,"said the armor-clad Knight, her tone brooking no argument.

"Yes," replied Jack with a nod, "I suppose I am." He sounded both resigned and relieved as he looked up at the armored young woman. "You're quite tall," he observed, motioning with a thumb to the massive forest. "I could climb you like one of these tree vines if circumstances were different. Alas," he sniffed. "Always the same with you wizards. Kill now, drink later." Jack smirked inwardly. They always underestimated his skill with a sword. Or a nearby rope. Or a blaster loosely held by someone who didn't see him as a threat. It made life so much easier when they all assumed. "Lead on, magical solider, and let's discuss Kashyyyk's body politic."

[member="Vrag"]

 

[Flint Dexen]

Location: Dead
Allies: [member="Kana Truden"]
Enemies: [member="Reverance"]

Flint had once heard of how some powerful Jedi Masters got to linger around, and communicate with the living long after their death using the Force. For the Jedi Knight, however, this was unfortunately not the case. He got just mere seconds to transmit his final message to his fellow Jedi combatant through the Force, which was fine. Flint didn't have much to say anyways.

"Take my lightsaber." Such was Flint's first message to Kana, which was not only for the purpose of giving Kana an extra weapon in the current battle, but to ask that some part of him got taken back home to be remembered. Flint's deactivated lightsaber hilt lay at his body's right side, having ended up there since it had fallen out of his grip after he took the enemy lightsaber to the chest.

There was a momentary delay before Flint transmitted his second and final message. "Serve justice. Not vengeance." Flint had always been fond of such a notion, and felt that those words would encourage the Jedi Master to make the right calls in the coming moments.

And with that, Flint Dexen was gone.

 

[Khallesh]

Location: Upper Beach
Objective: One (The One Sith’s source of firewood for the next decade)
Allies:
Infidels: [member="Ryan Korr"] and his horde of fluffy cuddles (death)


The pair of Berserkers came at her. Power, precision, technique, they knew their business well enough. Khallesh’ Skerr Kyrric was spattered in blood, the bright red dulling as it both dried, and mixed with the black blood of Yuuzhan Vong. She wasn’t even certain how much of it was hers.

One of their wicked blades came down at her from above and she danced aside, working hard to keep her balance against the trials of exhaustion and the shifting sands underfoot. At least further up the beach it was more solid, greenery started to sprout from the ground. She assumed the roots held the sands together. Another blade scythed towards her, parallel to the ground. No scope to dodge that strike, she took the blow with her staff. Already she’d adapted to fight these monstrous beasts, now she used subtle commands to command her arachostaff to soften slightly as the blow came. It bowed as it clashed with the curved blade, taking the sting out of the strike. However, the sheer power behind the blow sent her reeling, and she barely dodged another strike from her second opponent.

Adapting. Some elements within Hrosha-Gul would have her believe that change was the only way for the Yuuzhan Vong to regain their former glory. Others stuck rigidly to past, her domain included. Khallesh shifted her grip on the staff, its head slithering up her forearm, leaving her with a shorter curved blade, closer to the scimitar. She danced away from the wookies and started to strike back: quick, darter feints and stabs that kept the lumbering beasts off balance. With no armour to speak of and her weapon tipped with a deadly venomous stinger, they could ill afford to be reckless.

One of them made the slightest error, but it was enough to bring his doom. The wookie over-extended itself on a sweeping overhead strike. Khallesh darted in, her arachnostaff aiming its stinger and slamming it home under the wookie’s arm. Whilst a difficult companion to command, the arachnostaff had a willing to strike and kill that eclipsed its cousins. The potent neurotoxins once again astounded Khallesh with their speed, bringing the mammoth down in less than a second. She tried to focus, and not think back to those dark days after being stung by the weapon herself.

There was a pause. The wookie dropped its weight into a crouch, both blades out to the side. Khallesh adjusted her footing, slowly extending the arachnostaff to its full length and holding it over her head, stringer pointing down, and ready to strike. Every muscle coiled in anticipation, waiting for the moment. Neither averted their gaze as they held there, each taking deep breaths and waiting for the moment.

The wookie exploded into motion first. Khallesh stabbed straight and true, hoping to get the killing blow in early. The beserker had other ideas, crossing its blades before it with a metallic clash around her staff. He forces the writing weapon out to one side, stepped into the space between them and shouldered Khallesh from her feet. She rolled across the ground, flinging sand all around and realising she had lost her grip on her weapon. As she got back to her feet the wookie barrelled into her, slamming her down. She tried to wriggle free of its grip, but to no avail.

The powerful beast got its hands around her head and started to push. She felt muscles stain across her shoulders and neck, the damned creature was going to rip her head clean off. Grimacing against the pain she freed her right arm and punched the beast in the ribs hard. It barely grunted, but that hadn’t been her aim.

Muscles contracted in her forearm and her claws right into its side. Hot blood rushed down her arm and the beast roared in her face. She screamed right back at it. They held there, locked in an embrace of death. For a moment, she thought it had been too late, but then the beast’s grip started to slacken off. She freed her left arm and extended a second long blade from her arm and plunged it home, feeling the scrape as it cut between the gaps in the wookie’s ribs.

No sooner as she up, than another wookie roared a challenge. It raced across the dunes towards her, kicking up sand as it went. With one smooth movement she flung a thud bug on a high arc to come down onto the ground before it. It was no miss, she had simply intended to throw up a cloud of sand. She launched forwards, accelerating just to the side of the wookie and lashed out with her right arm.

She skidded to a halt next to her arachnostaff, scooping it up from the ground and turning to face her adversary. The wookie turned slowly, looking down in disbelief at the deep gash through its side. It growled a challenge, but slumped to its knees, still merely matching her height. With her arachnostaff around her shoulders, she stepped forwards, deflecting its lazy strike with a claw, sending the ryyk blade to the dunes. She brought both blades down and cross so they met in the centre. The beheaded body of the wookie spurted one last gout of blood and tumbled back down the dunes.

Khallesh turned to look at the tree stretching high above them. Fire poured forth from the upper branches, turning the beaches into a killing field. She looked at her goal and accepted what had to be done. Every part of her body screamed in pain. She owned that pain. She had earned that pain. The challenge to come would be hard to surmount, but the accolades that followed would be equally high. She called another war cry, hearing it echo across the dunes in response. Her eyes turned to the gaps in the defensive perimeter. Facing a well entrenched enemy head in was always the last tactic, but if they could break through their could sieze the momentum. Sometimes you just had to step into the breach and revel in the slaughter.

 

[Kana Truden]

- NO OBJECTIVE -
Location: ‘round town
Allies: [member="Flint Dexen"] 's memory
Enemies: [member="Reverance"] 's mind
Mention: [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Special Equipment: Lumen Mk. I

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She was still on her knees and the man hadn’t retaliated. Not hit her back or even approached her. In fact something about the whole mess seemed to her as if he was enjoying this. Perhaps she could recognize it. A strange sense of pride that no matter what the world tossed at you you would still overcome it. Pain, mourning and suffering were all things you got over and grow from. So perhaps she was too driven by the things that drove Reverance.

Her hand traced along the railing to the platform. All she needed was a quick pull to find herself seated in an upright position against the thin metal beams keeping her from plummeting to her fate.

Kana’s head ached. The zone of impact from her opponent’s fist was swelling up. Her ears ringed and chimed yet through the insistent beeping a voice made itself heard. It was Flint! He was alive? No, he wasn’t. At least not anymore. His last words being relayed to Kana, a plea for justice and not vengeance.

“I go on because I must.” An exhausted jedi exhaled as she rose from the hard wooden floor. “Because someone needs to oppose you. I fight because if me and my colleagues don’t then who will?” A watchful eye looked for Flint’s saber. It lie there, right next to the lifeless body. “The things that set us apart mean little to me. Either of us would gladly join the dead should our end come to mean anything to anyone.” She calmly reached out for Flint’s saber and brought it to her. It was a supposed tool for justice but such a thing felt distant, out of reach. At least at this point in time. “But that won’t happen anytime soon.”

With a clip the hilt was attached to her armor.

“However, when that day comes we will both be ready to do our duties for the good of what we believe to be right and I will be honored to strike you down amidst the battlefield should you leave me no choice.”

Attention fell on Flint’s corpse again. She let the silence fall flat in quiet admiration for the man's bravery. She may have been directly involved in his demise but she could still set things right.

“This man deserves a burial for his courage.” Kana turned to look at Reverance again. “That is all I ask of you.”

If not, then at least she had his saber. One way or the other she would honor his memory.

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Enroute to the Great Tree
Objective: A - Outskirts
Allies: [member="Caleb Brolen"]
Enemies: [member="Surah"]

"Surah?" Kian repeated back at her and stepped closer. He reached out with the force, and attempted to put a sense of calm over the girl as well as sooth the pain she might be feeling. He wasn't sure, given the fact that he couldn't touch her mind, if it would work. Healing wasn't a skill Kian possessed much knowledge in and when he did he often relied upon his abilities at telepathy.

As Kian was about to continue, another Jedi stumbled out of the woods and fell down beside Kian. He glanced at him momentarily, but kept his peripheral vision on Surah. Kian leaned down and signaled for help from Grundyr. Two wookies from the woods dismounted and came forward, grabbing Caleb by the arms and gently lifting him up.

"Jedi Brolen," Kian said, recalling the padawans name. "Are you alright?" Turning back toward Surah, Kian tilted his head to the side. "It would appear I need to get both of you to a medical center. Will you come willingly?" Kian asked the Sith, not wanting to cause the girl any more pain.....but also not willing to let her leave of her own accord. Not only would it be letting a Sith go....but he was certain if she wandered off on her own she would die.

Spoiler

Location: Escorting Kian to the Great Tree
Controller: Kian Karr
Forces: 100 Wookie Dragon Troopers
Objective: Meet up with Republic Forces/Defend the Great Tree
Opponents: None as of yet

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: The Great Tree-Outskirts
Objective: A
Allies: ???
Enemies: [member="Kian Karr"]

She looked around.

Another voice startled her, made her jump out of her skin, but it was just another Jedi, just another friendly face. Yet as the other Jedi neared Surah began to shake again, stepping away from him, towards one of the Wookiees. She felt unsafe again, but the look she got from one of the massive Walking Carpets set her foot down onto the ground.

Surah wouldn't run.

Not this time. Not when help was being offered.

“Y-yes.” She said quietly, stepping towards the Kel Dor.

She had never met Kel Dor before. Nemene had not liked them, they were ugly creatures by Near-Human standards, and Nemene had never liked to have ugly things around her. That was why after carving her flesh Surah had become nothing but the worst of the worst among the slaves.

Surah frowned.

For some reason amusement reigned within her.

 

[Reverance]

Location: Random place, we making this stuff up (strongholdish)
Objective: Kill Kana maybe
Ally: the Darkside, [member="Matsu Xiangu"]
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Flint Dexen"] 's Ghost
Theme:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrEP3RPgEao​

Blood ran down the back of his throat as he clasped his hands against the Lotek'k leather straps, crisscrossing across his chest. Breathing through his nose, he sighed, lifting the body from the floor to mirror the movements of the Jedi Master. As she pulled the saber from Flint, Gabriel did the same, yanking his extinguished hilt from the grasp of a nearby wroshyr tree. Moving as if encumbered with a burdensome ache, he rotated his right rotator cuff, knocking the proverbial rust from the shoulder. It continued to throb and he found the stimulation to be warming and sharpening, focusing his mind towards the sense that was recently knocked from it. He winced as left hand reached up to press the broken cheek bone once more, blood trickling from a gash just beneath the scar where his eye used to be. His whole face hurt, to the point of almost being blinding, but he worked to push past it. After all, he was the self-proclaimed Lord of Pain.

"There is nothing to gain in preventing this man's burial. He fought and died in worthy combat, without fear. And now that I know your religious preferences, I will someday afford you the same respect." He assumed they would follow the customs of a pyre. Perhaps he would make this place Flint's final burial spot.

The force quickened to the Sith Lord as he called upon the pack, feasting against all the hatred and anger and pain and misery, giving symbolism to his utter mastery of the force in respect to physical prowess. Anger towards this place and the weakness it represented, in it's quick surrender to the power of the Legion Yun'Do. Pain and misery of his own accord. And hatred for not only the Jedi's existence, but of his own. Up until now, he had fought the Jedi upon the field of physical combat. But with a body so marred by the recent excursion of armor against flesh, he would lean upon the force more than normal. And for that, he hated himself, and that hate was something that brought the water to a boil. Within him, the desire to make all things move perpetuated itself upon endless cycle, growing a monstrous power in an extended left hand.

"Honored to strike me down? I look forward to it...Jedi Master Kana Truden." His words were sinister in their hushed promises. Not only would he greet such a thing without remorse, he longed for it in his own way. But until then, he would fight with everything he had. Until nothing was left. Upon his left palm, the flesh began to peel away and burn and sizzle, as he released a Force Blast of pure darkside energy towards the Jedi Master, currently in a precarious predicament to be knocked from railing.