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

[Varus Shatterstar]

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

Taking a deep, calm breath, Varus sat there for a moment and realized that not only was this woman far superior to the other Sith he'd faced thus far, but she was far different. She wasn't the mindless beasts that Sith so often times typically proved to be, and so he decided that a different approach to the situation might better suit his current predicament.

Leaning up on one hand, Varus turned and pushed himself up from the branch, straightening up and revealing just what a tower of a man he was. At 6'5" he was a physical specimen, but he was still just a man. Something that he was presently being reminded of as he felt the tightness of the muscles in his back. That was why, before he said anything at all, he reached back and pressed either of his hands against his lower back and pushed against his spine, the sounds of cracking bones rolling up his back one after the other, loosening him up a bit and causing him to let out a deep, relaxed sigh.

"Much better.", he claimed as he drew in a deep breath and took a few, cautious steps towards [member="Matsu Xiangu"], a perplexing creature to the young Knight who was presently examining the woman from head to toe with those enthralling sapphire eyes his parents had gifted to him. As he looked back into the woman's eyes, his own narrowed on her as he finally replied to her, though his slips did not split. Instead, his deep voice carried through from his mind to hers in the same way that she'd allowed him to hear her rather soft voice, though he could tell it had been soaked in a certain enticing darkness.

--"I hate to disappoint, but I don't believe that I'd make much of a Sith."--, he explained as he allowed a playful little smirk to grace his lips as he watched her, careful to catch any sudden movements, mind always listening to the force for it's electrifying warning. --"It's just that I'm such a sappy do gooder that it'd be almost impossible to get me to do wrong which I would imagine would be infuriating, but enough about me. What about you?"--, he asked, stepping around to the woman's right and circling around behind her, still looking her over from head to toe.

--"I've seen plenty of Sith in my day, and not many of them look anything like you. You're too... pretty."--, he said as he stopped in front of her again. --"No cracking, vein ridden skin. No hideous scars or cuts that I can see. Even your eyes don't appear to maddened by a thirst for death and destruction."--

--"Why's that...?"--

 

[Kana Truden]

- NO OBJECTIVE -
Location: ‘round town
Allies: [member="Flint Dexen"] ‘s body
Enemies: [member="Reverance"] ‘s telekinesis
Special Equipment: Lumen Mk. I

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Heavy breathing through gritted teeth. Her move had been made yet the man had deliberately stepped away in order for her to cut him on the chest. Her saber remained where her attack had ended yet no counter-attack was launched. Her eyes jittered as she stared at the man. What was he doing? What was he giving her?

In a sign of respect she turned the saber off. A mutual understanding that whatever came next would most likely end this dance of theirs anyway and she was right. The force of the blast that engulfed the man threw her away. She clinged to the saber in her hand. Call it a battle trophy but at this point and time it’s purpose had gone beyond mere safekeeping. It was an ego boost.

This was a battle that nobody had won. At least not technically. The Sith had been beat, but so had she. If she had won she wouldn’t be plummeting in a focused fall towards the Shadowlands. If the Sith had won he wouldn’t have received the battle scars that Kana had caused.

It was a bittersweet victory covered in a thin layer of metaphorical loss to the one Sith she had true respect for.

Her legs gave in as they softly touched ground. However with Kana being Kana the landing turned into a roll and the roll into a stare into what little sky that hid behind the grand trees. For a moment it felt good to simply lie down but the second of calm was quickly interrupted by the noises as debris from the platform she previously stood upon crashed for the ground.

She got up from the ground despite her legs screaming in protest for her to not do such a thing. If there was one thing she could remember from her one trip to the Shadowlands it was that she was no longer safe. She needed to find what she was looking for and get out of there. Fast.

A scurrying look scanned the ground in front of her. There were more bodies here than she cared for. She tried to phase the images and just move on for that one thing she wanted to find. That one body she wanted to find.

In the midst of it all she saw that one shimmering piece of metal. A possession that she knew to be hers. The force called out for it and a flick of the button had it erupting into… Sparks.

“Great.” An exasperated sigh departed from her as she clipped the saber to her armor next to Flint’s hilt.

Amidst the debris she found the Knight’s body. She quickly carried him upon her shoulders and set off.

“We’ll see to you yet.” Her legs hated her for this. “Just hang on tight.”

Gallows humor at it’s finest. Coping mechanism, don't ask.

 

[Talon Vosra]

Location: Great Life tree
NPC Objective: Objective 1
PC Objective: Save the Nerdette
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Graxin Rade"], [member="Thane Drexel"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Spark Finn"] (Direct PvP Engagement)
Controller: Talon Vosra
Forces:
8,000 Wookiee Warriors from the Black Wroshyyr tribe - Armed with Bowcastors and Ryyk Blades.
10,000 Wookiee Regulars - Armed with long guns or bow casters. Each carries a ryyk blade.
1,000 Wookiee Troops (Heavy-weapons Division)- Armed with Wookiee rocket launchers or Light repeaters.
500 Wookiees Berserkers - Dual wielding Ryyk blades or kerrathorrs
30 Wookie Fighters as Air Support in Jet Catamarans or Flutter craft
Objective: Pincer the Sith
Opponents: Sith forces at the city.

NPC ACTIONS:
The alarm had sounded hours ago. Once again devastation had come for the people of Kashyyk. The aboreal residents were once again drawn in to a conflict in which they had done nothing save ask for peace. The quiet honorable wookies had for a very long time sought peace, justice, and freedom but what they had gotten had been none of the above for a long time. Under the Old Republic they were plagued by slavers and corporations wishing to exploit their great strength, under Palpatine's empire they faced near total enslavement and occupation, the yuuzhan vong had rent the galaxy assunder and murdered one of their greatest heros, the galactic alliance failed to keep hundreds of acres from being burned by turbolasers from an Alliance attack force, and the One Sith under Krayt had done what the rest had done and more. The word Sith was spat rather than spoken by wookies as in every instance it was the violent mad claw sith that had brought them the most pains.

Horns and battle cries could be heard in the distance as the wookies raced throigh the trees to aid their brothers in fending off the Sith. The sounds of Catamarans and Fluttercraft dropping down from over the beach with weapons armed bolstered their ground side friends and the sounds of wookie battle cries increased. Reinforcements were on their way.

PC Actions:

Talon pushed outward in the force battering at the dark waves from [member="Darth Vitium"] . His body buring as the light did what it always had, pierced the darkness. He could feel conflict ahead, not the sort that surrounded a planet in war but that that surrounded a heart divided. He knew that conflict well. He felt her/him draw closer and saw the droids mount the branch.

'Push them of Talon.' He thought to himself.

'No, no, just a second she needs help.'

"STOP" the droid voice demanded.

"You first." Talon replied.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: At the Tree
Objective: Objective A – Defend the tree
Allies: Getting kinda crowded now but certainly [member="Ryan Korr"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Venefica"] (departing) | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Darth Carach"]
Theme: What doesn’t kill ya

‘What doesn’t kill ya
What doesn’t hurt
Sometimes you feel you’re up against the world
What doesn’t kill ya
What doesn’t break
This life it seems
To bring you to your knees
You try you bleed then finally you breathe’

Spoiler

Poignant song in so many ways considering the past 36 hours…

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

An awful lot happened at once and were it not for her trust in the Force, she might have been dead by now. Regardless of any stance she adopts, her preferred Form has always been Soresu and when in combat, she always entered Center of Being. It was natural, like breathing. And it was something she’d always taught her Padawans.

But recovering from the Taint, she was still slightly stunned when she was made aware of movement around her. She was the Eye of the Storm alright, but by accident rather than design this time.

So she was made aware by the Force of a figure flying towards her from behind but as she pulled the Force towards her, the Sith managed to travel with such great speed, she was unprepared for the swipe that threatened to cleave her from shoulder to hip.

Yet the alarm bells were pointing her in a different direction. The Force told her the threat came from in front, so she reacted as Darth Venefica performed a textbook sweep at her midsection. She moved to avoid the blade and used her own to help it along its trajectory and out of harm’s way. No blocking here, deflection - using the minimum of energy. There was a counter-attack opportunity but she wasn’t yet fully ready to press any advantage.

She was then aware that two blades connected behind her. But the Force told her not to worry and she trusted it. But the sound of a new blade did sound the warning bells.

Calling the Force to her, she used Force Valor and performed a backwards somersault covering some four metres. With her back to her enemies to begin with, it meant she would land directly behind them and facing them - about a metre away.

And you know what they say about one-trick ponies - well sometimes that’s because the trick is rather good, so she raised her left hand and called the Force to her, wisps of white light coalescing around her hand before snaking to the two Sith in front of her, aiming to surround the pair and sever their connection to the Force.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Beach
Objective: A

• Destroy the NPC army that suddenly showed up.
• Re-introduce [member="Graxin Rade"] to the Makashi.
• Remind [member="Graxin Rade"] that her rage is not to be trifled with.

​Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Graxin Rade"] | [member="Talon Vosra"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | Every NPC on the Beach (I've lost count at 40,000)
Theme: Inside the Fire by Disturbed

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhcpNpoJ2Xc[/media]​

There it was again. Confidence, audacity, and within it all was the attempt to mock her verbally - a tactic that he should have remembered from Csilla as being fruitless and even detrimental to his own health. But rather than continue his advantage in telekinetic combat using the land as a weapon the Jedi Master lunged at her in the most dangerous strike of his life, doing exactly what she had been drilled into her head from the age of fifteen, nineteen years prior, by Darth Veles to counter. Aerial combat of any sort was instructed to her as the ultimate flaw in lightsaber dueling, something she should capitalize on her immense skill with Force Speed and Makashi, the two combined enough for her as an acolyte to literally nearly disarm her own master as a mere acolyte - at an age where she was still inferior to the former Sith Lord, an age that was no longer an apt comparison to whom she was now. There would be no comparison between Csilla, Empress Teta, or Alderaan between the Darth Vitium that stood firm now, even the mighty [member="Dralshy'a"] would have been felled by the Sith Lord if they were to have had their rematch now - a duel that nearly ended with her victory as an apprentice years ago. ".." Words did not leave her lips, nor did she gratify the Jedi Master with a telepathic message, rather she did as she had in her duel with Mierin, a duel which had ended exactly as planned. Her body was like a blur, moving at speeds comparable to those whom had used the skill in the past to infamous results, hands drawing both of her lightsabers as she moved forwards like a dart.

One saber activated, it rose up with the brandishing sweep of Makashi, her left leg pushing forwards to further expand upon her raging speed with a supplementary and unorthodox use of Niman to propel her forwards with increased inertia, likely surprising the man with her brute strength granted to her through Sith alchemy - a lightsaber duel that the Jedi master had not received on Csilla due to his own fleeing would not be his unmaking. She was a Sith Battlelord, and although she rarely displayed it on the front lines of battle in invasions such as these, the man had left her with no choice but to become the sword wielded by the One Sith as she had been against the Akure Leviathan of Empress Teta, only with absolute finesse and wisdom of what she did rather than wild amateurish strikes. As her right saber came into contact with the twin sabers of the Jedi master she revealed the second of her two sabers, the one bearing her lignan crystal, which she activated just as she passed beneath him, her body lowering proportionately to the angle that he came at towards her former position, and rotated herself to face him as he passed with an upward slice to reveal to the man what dangers he had avoided on Csilla to dangerous effect.

But she did not aim to kill.

She could not explain why, but there was some sense of intuition within her that told her to leave the man to his own devices, to let him flounder, but that did not mean she would not ensure that he would no longer be an issue. While she had rotated and brought her second saber up to activate as one would when performing trakata, Jar'kai, and Makashi in one fell swoop there was the matter of her increased velocity in movement as she turned giving her a much greater amount of space between the two Masters. It was this distance that would prove to be what she had planned for during their entire fight, to draw him in like a moth to a flame and then break him while he was down. Her right hand flicked down and the saber deactivated while her hand opened, revealing her small fingers that excited themselves with the energies of the dark side. Her eyes narrowed, and at once the light that had increased as she allowed her waves of darkness to wane was devoured once again as she released another tremor of power from within her, but as the light faded and the darkness grew the force that she bore within her was released out from her hand in the form of a massive bolt of force lightning, a white as the pale deathly aura that she projected. But this was not meant for the Jedi, not directly at least. They fought on a beach, a shoreline filled with massive amounts of sand - silicon material shredded through erosion to form a layer of gritty material - and the reaction of lightning on sand was the formation of molten glass, something which envelope that which it came in contact with through its nature of an amorphous solid. She may not have been able to have the Jedi Master as her lover, but she would certainly see to him scarred as the lightning reached the sand wherein she expected [member="Graxin Rade"] to reach based on the angle he had leaped at her from, literally melting the ground and its surrounding area and bursting it into flames to form a pool of liquid glass.

 

[Placeholder 0123]

Location: Beachhead

Allies: [member="Rusken Shaxx"]

Enemies: [member="Darth Vitium"]

Objective: [member="Darth Vitium"] yeah.



Maintaining the Waves of Darkness, blocking lightsaber blows, and hurling bolts of lightning in a small margin of time. Quite impressive. Graxin had nothing so fancy, but there was one thing he excelled in that few Jedi ever had the desire to touch. It would decide this battle.

Vitium's lightsaber skid across his Phrik chestplate with little effect other than leaving a small scorched crater in the material. Graxin had learned to use the armor to his advantage, letting it take the hits rather than tiring himself blocking the Sith's blows. He arced over the woman and came to land right in the field of molten glass.

The shards cut into his armored boots and stuck into the material. It would be painful if he remained in place - but he did not. The Jedi Master two stepped backward and launched himself back three meters just beyond the effects of Vitium's field of glass.

He wasn't one to gloat. His track record spoke of his skill all on its own. Graxin was a renowned used of Djem-so and Niman, but the woman possessed an odd strength to her. Some Sith thing, he was sure.

He clipped the black blade to his belt, and extended a hand. Being a healer required immense knowledge of basic anatomy, and tuned oneseinto the tiniest nuances in the force. Healers manipulated the very cells in a living organism and forced the to grow, to repair dead bone marrow and rebuild broken bodies.

There was a darker side to this. When one had such a knowledge of these arts, they could destroy as well as create. The average force user referred to it as combustion, and were terribly ineffective when applying it. They targeted whole limbs or bodies, and were easily blocked. Graxin had a much more intimate understanding of the morbid art.

As the glass began to cut into his legs and seat his skin, he focused on one of Vitium's lightsabers. Past the plain casing of the the blade, and into the very materials that made it up. Down to the molecular level, the building blocks that made the weapon what it was. He focused on the tiny gaps between, and in the way that water could shatter cortosis when it froze, he forced it wider.

It was done with such a force that few could ever hope to counter it , and when someone targeted an object with combustion rather than a person, it was increasingly difficult to negate its disastrous effects.

Graxin aimed to overload Vitium's lightsaber and cause it to explode in her hand. He was no paltry Sith Lord hoping to make an example with a particularly brutal attack. He was an artist, using the gifts he had been given to heal the sick and dying as a sword against those who would try and harm them.

Vitium was just another obstacle as similar to one Sith as the next. She knew power. She craved power. It would be her downfall.

 

[Spark Finn]

Location: The Tree
Objective: Don't get lost in the dark and protect her master
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Qun Vell"]
Enemies: [member="Talon Vosra"] (directly engaging)

Gray-blue eyes widened beneath glass lenses. Bony-shoulders squared-off against the ball of light that was a man as she tried to make herself a teeny-bit taller, perched on the mechanical shoulders of the battle droid. Like the darkness around her, she found herself pulled toward the light while at the same time repulsed by it.

The duality made her wish she hadn't eaten that nerf-burger and BBQ chips for lunch.

You have to protect your Master. Strike him down. Fire.

She gulped and used her own voice as she wavered.

"Why are you telling me to stop? Please. Stand down."

She tried to follow Darth Carach's example by giving them a chance to surrender. The three battle-droids around her whirred, keeping their weapons raised, but didn't fire.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: That tree, bruh
Objective: Objective A

• Captured the Treeeeeee
• Bring the slam

Allies: The One Sith

• [member="Darth Nephthys"]
• [member="Darth Carach"]

Enemies: The Republic

• [member="Corvus Raaf"]
• [member="Ryan Korr"]
• [member="Zaren Bouqi"]

Music: Warsong Theme - Warlords of Draenor Soundtrack

Vornskr finally reached a point where he could safely leap down from the tree's trunk without causing any injury to himself, and with a grunt he released his hold and plummeted to land down on the ground feet first. The Sith Lord glanced skyward and saw the burning ruin that was the Republic stronghold burn brightly from even down here in the shadowlands, and now the Sith Army was redirecting it's attention to another location where the Sith were fighting, the Wookiee city of Kachirho on the Wawaatt Archipelago. Even now his Blackblade Army was moving in unison with the Vong soldiers as they began a mass exodus to join the Sith forces already besieging the tree city, and Vornskr thought it would be best to join them. He requisitioned a Imperial speeder from those soldiers that had remained behind after the main force of the army had already moved ahead, and after mounting it he gunned the accelerator and with great swiftness he hurried to catch up with the army.

He crossed over ground and water, his speeder allowing him to bypass most of the dangerous terrain and catch up with the army right as it's final assault on the city began. The weaved in and out of the battle, igniting his lightsaber to occasionally cut down a Republic soldier as he bludgeoned his way through the raging battle to reach the vanguard up near the tree. That was when his senses flared up, alerting him to the raging battle between his fellow Sith and the Jedi farther in at the tree, and as Vornskr was not one to use overwhelming power and strength to demolish his opponents into dust, he veered his speeder towards the battle. His senses analyzed the battle like a supercomputer, and he concluded who he would lash out against with his hatred first, and he chose the girl who had somersaulted over his brethren, and threatened to harm them with some Jedi White Magic.

He drove at her, full-speed, but as he came within a few meters of her he abandoned his ride, leaping high into the air to flip back and land on both of his feet, his lightsaber ignited as his boots connected with the ground. The speeder, however; with no driver to control it would careen wildly towards Master Raaf like a missile, great and calamitous.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Beach
Objective: A

• Not Kissing You Goodbye, [member="Graxin Rade"]

​Allies: [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Enemies: [member="Graxin Rade"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Theme: Give Me Love by The Used

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAg6--0gYss[/media]​

It was when the Jedi Master landed correctly that she realized that something was amiss - and then she saw it. His breastplate wasn't burned through, there was no light incision made, the armor had withstood the entirety of her saber strike without so much as a scratch to the paint, and for a moment a hope rose in her - one foreign, alien to her - that was quickly snuffed out at the expression the man bore, the expression that was so telling that she allowed herself to stagger back, out of the two's circle of battle, with eyes widening and skin paling. Just seconds before she had felt the intuition of something pushing through the passive aura of the force that somewhat meddled with other force users attempting to take or interfere with another force user's equipment, but the difference between herself and those whom had long since been masters was that she had not yet grown into the same potential expected of her. She had two options at that moment, one of which would save her from bodily harm, the other that would lash out at the Jedi Master with the same frame of time it would take for the saber in her hand to erupt and take her hand with it, using more focus than she could muster if she were to divert a single iota of energy into performing any other action. In an instant the clouds of darkness that had hung overhead faded and receded like mists from a mountain under the morning sun, and though she stood still, hand still gestured towards the man's direction, tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, she knew what this could do to him - what he was trying to do to her. He had been the only one she'd ever given mercy on, twice, and now he'd squandered it, he'd tried to take advantage of her naivety to cripple her, to kill her, when she'd allowed him to live twice now.

It was in this moment that she released a large, serpentine, tendril of the dark side to lash out at the man, that the lightsaber in her hand erupted and literally burned away the flesh and bone in her left hand, and that a stray blaster bolt punctured the back of her right leg. 'The irony of mercy..' Came her voice to her thoughts, 'It is not that those you let live die... It is that they are the first to lash out at you.' A hoarse scream fled from her lungs as shrapnel punctured along her left arm, burning a web-like pattern across it, and then ruined her face - the face that she had kept in pristine condition for so long with such great effort to do so. Blood ran down her face as the dark tendril sought out its prey and she fell, her right knee giving out as she fell against its support, the world spinning as if in slow motion as the entirety of the left side of her vision began to blur, and she smelled the smoldering of flesh as she scarred, and pain wracked her body as she felt it all at once. There was no recognizing her from her left anymore, she was an entirely different person, not ugly, not horrifying, but tragically scarred. Her right hand was still held out with outstretched fingers and she cried out inaudibly again, a guttural screech echoing across the city at her desperation for aid, and the expression decipherable from her face was of longing, her gesture as if she were reaching out - as if her ruined perception of depth told her that the Archlord was just outside of her reach.

And then the world went dark, her body falling with a sickening thud against the ground, the rancid smell of burning hair and ruined flesh hanging in the clearing sky. She did not know what happened to the Jedi afterwards, she did not know if he would come to her to finish the job, to rid the galaxy of her menace, but her only thoughts were on two people, on the source of her strength - the reason for her personal war on the force, the battle that had ended with the force striking back at her. She had a sister, [member="Maja Vern"], that looked up to her as only a naive little girl could, but then she had a dark secret that few, if any, were aware of. She was truly a mother to another, a young girl soon to be an adult that hated her far more than Silara ever could to anyone else, far more than Silara loved her or her sister, [member="Lisette Vantai"] was treasure and unbeknownst to her she had escaped from her home at the very moment Vitium fell. Her life was no longer in her hands, and she didn't care, but she hoped the two she dreamt of would survive to see the future that she fought for, the future of freedom, of breaking the chains that fate bound them with.

 

[Vrag]

PC Part​

LOCATION: At 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"] | The Republic and her allies

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A sudden itch to employ violence against the shaggy man rose in the woman, and it was only her strength of will that he had to thank for not being a splatter on the surface of his beloved planet. Her mouth curled into a sneer behind her blackened visor, blue eyes piercing the senator's; he couldn't see her gaze, but he would sure as hell feel it. The urge to smack him was great, but the firrerreo resisted, somehow, and turned towards the group of droids standing guard around him.

"You four, keep an eye on him," she said in a sharp voice, pointedly ignoring the man himself. "If he so much as blinks the wrong way, shoot his foot," she spoke loud enough to be heard by the senator as well. Good. It would — hopefully — shut that sassy mouth of his for a good while. If not...

"And if he does it again, knock him out cold, bind him and carry him with me. Do not let him out of your sight, no matter what happens." He would be quite capable of negotiating with the Dark Lord, feet intact or not, and Vrag had little interest in dragging around witty trash like him. If it weren't for her direct orders, she would've shot him dead on sight. Alas, such was the nature of the Order. If all went well, the little pest would soon be off her hands, and therefore not her problem anymore.

Her humorless glare swept over their surroundings once more before she ordered the few droids to head out with the senator of Kashyyyk between them, blaster rifles trained on him from every angle. Unfortunately for the man, the reflexes of machinery were much faster than those of a human, and he would find himself in crippling pain if he tried anything even suggestive of escape.

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NPC Part​

LOCATION: At the Great Tree | At 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"] | The Republic and her allies

Spoiler: FORCES:

The Great Tree:

• Middle level | 4,850 - 150 = 4,700
• The Base | 4,000 (Being transferred to [member="Nui Akona"] alt)

The Beach:

• The Dune | 5,000 - 100 = 4,900​

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Ryan Korr | The Great Tree: The dying resistance had made their one grave, rash decision in plunging from the charred wooden huts; they had hurled themselves out of safety and into a cloud of black smoke, working off of some foolish presumption that the knowledge of home terrain would allow them to judge the distance to the walkways even when the said bridges were enveloped in thick, impenetrable darkness woven from the fabric of the Dark side. Unlike the wookiees, the ascending troops were equipped with superior technology, and the IR option on their helmets gave them a clear view of whether or not their opponents were actually dead after being showered with grenades. The heat signatures were easy enough to spot in the oily blackness, and the soldiers rained merciless fire upon their silhouettes until the orange faded from their visors.

Due to the nature of the structure they were set upon conquering — namely, being a network of bridges and walkways only sporadically surrounded by houses — the wookiees would have a hard time keeping up their guerilla-style warfare, since most of the time there were no windows and roofs to hide on. The Sith pushed ever forward, their forces spread out along the many paths which all lead to the same goal; the top of the tree. It was common knowledge, of course, that wookiees were formidable in melée range, tearing their opponents limb from limb like toys; since they were keeping from direct engagement and cowering behind the bark of their fabled wood, however, that perceived advantage was rendered all but useless. The first wave of the troops continued towards the top tracking their enemy through the fog while the furry beasts were left to stumble in the darkness like the animals they were.

Ryan Korr | The Beach: A pity that long-guns — despite the misleading name — were actually accurate only in short range combat, and as such most of the rounds fired by the wookiees wielding them missed their targets, sending up only sand and the occasional seashell when they dug into the dune. It was hard to aim through the waves of darkness sweeping across the beach, after all, and given the poor range of both bowcasters and long-guns, it was a wonder that the furry beasts had hit any of their enemies at all. The forces were spread across the crest and slope of the hill, having much less trouble with the range of their blaster rifles, and combined with the IR implemented in their helmets as well, the Sith were able to put down much many wookiees for each soldier that they lost to their wandering fire and the occasional explosion.

[[member="Talon Vosra"]: I may or may not add a paragraph for you as well, depending on how the issue of your wookiees is resolved.]

 

[Qun Vell]

Location: Somewhere
Objective: Not sure it matters anymore
Allies: [member="Spark Finn"]
Enemies: [member="Talon Vosra"]

Qun nodded in reply as the young technopath nodded to him and began climbing up a battle droid, which in turn began climbing up to a tree.

"Wonder if she's having fun." He said to himself, and then when she was about halfway up to her destination he realized something. I was told to protect that lady.

Qun ran over to the tree and jumped up, attempting to climb. It was not very pretty. Qun was not exceeding athletic, had a bit of a beer gut, and didn't have the advantage of things like claws to help him navigate in a vertical environment. His body his the wood, his hands attempted to grip things that weren't there, and it really just didn't work out. He looked at the tree for a long moment trying to figure out how he was going to get up until he saw a little droid moving around with an ascension cable. Using telekinesis he pulled the droid towards him and held it in his hands.

"Go up." He said to the droid, and it sort of waited there. "Shoot cable there." He said and pointed, this time garnering a few beeps in reply, but no firing of ascension cables. "Goooooo up." He said once again, and it did nothing. Qun began to frown, before he his head with the droid in protest of his lack of problem solving. Perhaps the hit to his skull triggered something, or perhaps he heard the screams of some wookiee far far away, but he had a thought.

"Wraaaaaggggrrararrrr" He screamed, attempting to imitate shyriiwook speech, talking to the kashyyyk droid in it's own language. Hopefully. The drunken roar made the droid stop for a moment in it's hands, as if confused and Qun shook his head.

"Can you pleaaaasse jusht fire the cable?" Qun asked, and by some miracle it did, shooting an ascension cable at the branch where Spark and Vosra were. "Now take me there." Qun shaid and the droid began to reel itself in, until it was the end of Qun's arm reach. It seemed Qun was too heavy for the droid to carry him..

"Frell farkle kriff kark." Qun cursed, then used his lightsaber to separate the droid from the rope, then put his hands around the rope and began scaling the tree, wobbling quite a bit as he did so. He got up about five feet before losing his grip and falling back to the beach floor.

"Gorram it." Qun cursed, then put his four hand back on the rope and tried again to scale it. He'd get there. Eventually. Hopefully.

 

[Khallesh]

Location: Base of the Great Tree
Objective: One (The One Sith’s source of firewood for the next decade)
Allies:
Infidels: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Talon Vosra"]

Guardsman Baynes took a deep breath and steadied his aim. He kept his Ravager tight to his shoulder, down on one knee to hold firm. The peacekeeper next to him screamed as a thud bug slammed into his chest and took him from his feet. They weren’t too high, but Baynes doubted he’s survive such a fall.

His instincts screamed at him to run and it took every ounce of self-control to keep his hands from trembling and watch the recharge dial on his weapon. Just a few more seconds yet. The Yuuzhan Vong warrior who had broken through was rushing up the walkway towards him, light blaster bolts glancing off his crab armour.

He saw movement out of the corner of his eyes. Saw another Yuuzhan Vong above him on a branch. Even knowing that it was his doom, Baynes held. The panel on his Ravager turned green and he fired. His aim was true and the blast of energy punched straight through the Yuuzhan Vong’s chest. The shadow of the other warrior passed over him.


Khallesh landed into a crouch, coming back up and putting that momentum behind her swing. Her arachnostaff cleaved straight through the weapon. The soldier stumbled away, discarding the remaining half of his blaster and reaching for a sidearm.

Far quicker, Khallesh brought her arachnostaff down. The stinger plunged straight through the human’s midriff. Even as the light started to fade from his eyes, blood trickling from his mouth, he held her in a defiant stare.

Khallesh angrily threw the human’s remains from the stairway. She had been fractionally too slow, and had to watch Rhaan Val fall from his charge. He had been a great warrior from her own domain, he hadn’t deserve to die to such cowardly weapons. At least the wookies fought with honour.

Khallesh ducked on instinct as the gleaming blade swung over her head to thud into the bark of the wroshyr tree itself. The lithe Yuuzhan Vong twisted on the spot and unsheathed her right claw as she swung, the incredible organic blade severering the wookie’s leg at the knee. It fell away from her, roaring defiantly. Khallesh took up her arachnostaff and followed. It swung at her again, but had no footing to strike from. She ended the creature with a quick strike to the heart. She uttered a silent prayer for Rhaan Val, returned to Yun-Yuuzhan.

She turned her eyes to the path ahead, winding up and around the tree. She heard more Yuuzhan Vong rushing up behind her, the battle cries of more wookies ahead.

 

[Placeholder 0123]

Location: Beachhead

Allies: [member="Rusken Shaxx"] [member="Armand Temi"]

Enemies: [member="Darth Vitium"]

Objective: To do a Jedi's duty



A final attack came for Graxin, and there was no stopping it. He was too focused on the lightsaber, too committed to the attack to notice until it was far too late. The tendril passed through his armor as if it was nonexistent. It obliterated the skin across his left shoulder and sheered away muscle, its monstrous strength cutting clean through the bone and vaporizing a portion of Graxin's shoulder.

His arm hung on a limp section of shattered bone and skin, held together by the melted remains of his breastplate. The air was forced out of his lungs as the indescribable pain overtook him. He fell to his knees, and parted his lips in a silent scream. The trauma of the dark tendril had rendered him utterly speechless. It spread over his body like a cancer, making him shiver in unabated agony as a thousand tiny needless pierced his skin and injected him with their poison.

"Give me strength." He pleaded silently to the force as tears welled in his eyes. He was a strong man, but there was only so much agony a human body could take before they broke down.

For a moment, the unnatural tremors ceased. The pain in his shoulder remained; it was utterly destroyed, but he could at the very least move.

The waves of darkness were lifted. The Wookies could finally fight off the Sith warriors. Kashhyyk would live to fight another day. That final sentiment filled Graxin's heart with pride. He had done his duty.

The crippled Jedi crawled over the vitrified glass toward Vitium. It cut deep into his hands and forearms, but he did not care. He felt the faint shimmer of life within the woman. She was not yet dead.

"End it." Vulcanus rumbled from the beyond. "Another rival out down by our hand. This Army of Light is serving its purpose - and this woman is holding us - no, you back, boy."

Graxin willed the spirit to fall silent, and so it did. He sidled up next to Vitium, her arm shattered and her face terribly scarred. His body would bare the marks of her final attack forever. No amount of healing with the force would regrow the shattered tissue and bone. He would need a cybernetic implant, or something even more drastic.

And tear streaks stained her cheeks.

"I can't." He said to no one. "Not like this."

He should have healed himself. Then, he could navigate the warring forces to the Republic, and recover. If he did that, Silara would undoubtedly die from blood loss, or suffer a stroke from shock.

Sithspawn or not, there was no creature truly immune to the healing effects of the force.

"Armand...I need a detail for prisoner retrieval, and evacuation of myself...do not tell a soul." He keyed to his Padawan over the comm unit.

Without a word, Graxin teased his hand to Vitium's midriff. He closed his eyes, and did his best to shut out his own agony. He could see the broken capillaries and shattered bone marrow where her arm had been shredded at the molecular level. He felt the furrows of the fresh scars that now marred her face as if they were his own. He breathed when she did, felt the pain that wracked her body.

The sensation was so surreal that it almost rendered him unconscious. It was the only way he could cope with the concoction of pain, shock, betrayal, and the taint of the Dark Side.

He drew in a deep breath.

Slowly, the shattered tissue within her arm would begin to regrow. The gashes that she bled from would scab and begin to gradually seal. The depth of the scars would lessen, but they would certainly still remain. With his limited energy, all Graxin could do was stabilize her at the cost of his own being.

He had to do it. He could not kill her in cold blood, and despite Vitium's obvious insanity, he had felt something different in her when she struck. Sadness, pain, betrayal. There was more to the woman than the Sith, whether she herself believe that or not.

The Master slumped forward over her dormant form as the energy was sapped from his limbs. His skin paled, and the amber in his eyes dulled to a darker shade of brown.

The warring armies were a ways away now. They would not be bothered.

"You'll live." He whispered to the Darth, surprise by the lack of strength in his own words. He would keep her alive until the Peacekeepers with Armand arrived. Then they would decide what action to take.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Base of the Tree
Objective: Take that damn thing
Allies: the Army of Death
Enemies: The Tree People

Forces:

Spoiler

Base: 4000 (Transfer from @Vrag) + 3500 (Transfer from [member="Darth Arcanix"])
7500 Yuuzhan Vong, flooding the other side. Enemies? All dem tree people.

Ya might ask yourself what I am doing here, as I am surrounded by my former brethren I can only ask the same thing. I managed to escape from them, get out alive, but it only got me from bad to worse. Prison. Hadn’t been fun, but then again when is life ever fun?

We got out, Seren and me, spend some time traveling. Ya know how it is. But then I hear what’s happening with the Republic and the One Sith, I ain’t feeling what I used to feel for the former. Only took a couple of vids watching Viper execute a war criminal and all that crap to realize the Republic is done, it ain’t what it used to be.

Then I heard what happened to [member="Kiskla Grayson"]. My Kay, never felt about her that way note, but she was a friend, perhaps one of the few I had. So I went back, guys didn’t even miss me, just assumed I had died during Alderaan - not so far away from the truth.

So here’s the deal. I don’t give a crap about the Republic, what I want is to help spring Kay and the best way to do that is integrate myself back into the fold, I will get ‘em to trust me and then get her back, last thing I can do for her.

Here’s what happens, Sith were done waiting and playing the silent game. They gave me around eight-thousand troops and asked me to take ‘em out from behind, which is what I am gonna do. City’s currently being harassed on practically all the sides, there are Graug running rampant within the city itself, defenses are stretched thin.

Perfect spot, and the moment came. As one the thousands of Vong rushed out of the tree clearing and started flooding the walls, no quarter given, no respite given, they would flood the walls and take them over.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Inside the Tree

Allies: [member="Rusken Shaxx"] [member="Graxin Rade"]

Enemies: None

Objective: Medical evacuation

Armand had retreated to interior of the Great Tree to help the Wookie doctors treat the wounded. A few hours had passed and he was taking a break and listening to the battle commands
being shouted through the main frequency of his communit. He went to rise and wash his hands for the next emergency surgery but then he heard Cyril's familiar voice through
the Comlink: "Armand...I need a detail for prisoner retrieval, and evacuation of myself...do not tell a soul."

"Message received. Medical evacuation on its way," he replied back. He felt relief that the Archlord was alive but apprehension that he may have been one of the evacuees.

He rose up and shouted to the nearest Peacekeeper: "Medvac now! Dropship to the beach. Hurry!"

Armand fought his way back over the beach, noticing the waves of darkness lessening. The battle limped on but not at the same pace. Troops on both sides were tired, bloody and worn.
He found Graxin Rade collapsed over a figure. Armand opened his medikit and began treating the badly damaged arm, first administering a patch of Perigen. "I have stun cuffs for the prisoner, Master Raxin," the Hapan padawan said. "The dropship will be here in minutes to take you both out of here." He glanced at the prisoner. She was alive but also gravely wounded.

[member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Darth Vitium"]

 

[Placeholder 0123]

Location: Beachhead

Allies: [member="Rusken Shaxx"] [member="Armand Temi"]

Enemies: Formerly [member="Darth Vitium"]

Objective: Evac


(Vitium does not want to be captured or killed, throwing something together to prevent that.)


Vong. It was always Vong. The warriors turned about to face Graxin just as Armand arrived. They could see the change in their enemy, and knew something was wrong with Darth Vitium. Imagine their surprise to see their lady half-dead in the vitrified glass.

The Dropship dropped down just as they charged. Graxin could not fight back.
Covered by two Peacekeepers, he forced himself aboard the LAAT and dragged Armand behind him. They didn't have the time to move Vitium.

"They'll take her." He wheezed. "Congratulations Armand." He offered the younger man a smile. "The Sith line will be broken without the waves of darkness." The LAAT drifted up toward the sky, away from the battle.

"I believe we've witnessed the first victory in the war against the One Sith, Armand...you were apart of it. Be proud of that."

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: The Tree​

Long term Objective A: Capture the Tree​

Short term: Control. @Get Corvus.​

Allies: [member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Spark Finn"] || @Y’all [member="Darth Nephthys"]​

Enemies Proximity: Nobody yet​

Directly Engaging: [member="Ryan Korr"] || [member="Corvus Raaf"]​

Time slowed down, mess all around and Carach was not sure whether he had hit Korr, grazed him or if the Knight had simply parried him. But there was one thing he did know for sure, it was time to move on and move on fast, because time was of the essence.​

Carach felt the Light trying to take away the power of the Darkness, and yet it would not be enough to stem the tide, it wouldn’t even be close to enough. ​

Because Force Light… was simply light enhanced with the strength of the Lightside, the only thing one needed to do was simply make sure nothing of it hit you directly. ​

So his form became more akin to shadows, moving in and out of existence as he rolled to the side and avoiding being hit by the infernal light of the Raaf. At the same time his hand lashed out and attempted to grasp her with the Force, if it was successful she would be held down and would find it impossible to move aside of the speeder currently launched at her.​

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OOC:/ [Moving on, cause I gotta go to bed soon and the 24h have passed. Sorry Korr.]​

 

[Darth Nephthys]

T H I S I S A P C P O S T

NPC WILL COME IN A FEW.

P C A C T I O N S AT THE TREE

Slicing and dicing at [member="Corvus Raaf"] from behind and [member="Darth Venefica"]​

[member="Zaren Bouqi"]​

Location: The TREE
Long term Objective A: Capture the Tree
Short term:

• Hydrastaff to Zaren's face!
• Get Corvus and capture her via one Sith Forces

Allies: @Darth Nephthys | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Corvus Raaf"]

Nepthys didn't know if the combined use of her Force Choke and Carach's attack in tandem with Venefica's Force lighting would knock the redhead out, but there were other pressing issues.

The thing about sliding across the floor on phrik knees meant that they would keep sliding. And while yes, a saber was extended to cut her in half, shew as also wearing Yuuzhan Vong Crab armor. So when the attack came, Nephthys took it --

Mainly because it would sear across the Yuuzhan crab armor harmlessly. But what would also happen is that as soon as @Zaren Bouqi 's saber struck Nepthys, the Hydrastaff that had perched itself wrapped around her hip and with it's five heads at her shoulder would spring for the attack. It would strike at Zaren's face, all five heads lashing out to spit the acid within the crevices of his armor. It would start to coil and wrap around, looking for the joints of the armor where it would best strike it's toxic poison.

At the same time the blast of Force light would hit her. Pain would rip across the Vahla, and in that she could feel her connection to the Force wane. A silent scream would rip from her mouth, but she would not be deterred.

No, not now.

In her rage she summoned as much strength as she could -- while it would take some time to come back at full Force, it did not mean she was out of the count.

Her saber ignited anew in her hand, and with as much Force power as she could potentially muster after being struck by the Force light, she would send Zaren a powerful force push to continue on with his trajectory and get thrown OFF the small balcony and off to the side.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Beach
Objective: (A) Take a tree, deal with the armored man in front of me
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Khan Ra"] [member="Qun Vell"] [member="Spark Finn"]
Enemies: [member="Rusken Shaxx"] [member="Ryan Korr"]

He was good, very very good, Taeli thought as she was forced to keep on the defensive as he switched where his strikes were aimed at. Alternating the other blade activating and deactivating, she was able to stop him from taking her legs off and keeping herself from being cut in half, but she couldn't launch attacks of her own. Another, far more pressing concern though, was she wasn't able to advance and take the objective that needed taking.

Kark it, she thought as she blocked another attack by re-directing it away to her side, she needed to wear him out but didn't have the time to do so. Igniting her second blade fully, she began twirling it around and using it as a defensive measure for now. She thought she recognized what style he was using, as she noticed something similar to what her apprentice used.

Vaapad!

Well then . . . that changed things, and with that thought she locked down every emotion within her from seeping out and kept her powers focused on one task, giving her stamina in this fight. She wasn't about to let this Jedi use her own dark side power against her in a fight, but still left her at the disadvantage of trying to fight an experienced swordsman. Think think think.

She didn't want to use the Force on him, but she was realizing she would need to if she wanted to escape this fight.

"My apologies for this, I would prefer a straight up dueling match myself, but time is not on my side," she replied. With that, she shifted her stance slightly and began launching alternating strikes on both sides to his joints and vulnerable spots of his armor, augmenting her speed where she could, trying to make her strikes unpredictable in their speed and power.

NPCs

Location: the Wall
Controller: Darth Arcanix
NPCs: 6,805 Sith troopers, 5,005 Vong Warriors, 4 rakamats (3500 Vong transferred to Nui Akona's command)
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"]'s Wookiees

The forces at the wall didn't last too long, but the Wookiee reinforcements were a problem for the Sith and Vong that were advancing under Arcanix's forces. The subaltern and commander were trying to press their forces forward, to get away from the fighter craft from above while also now dealing with the Wookiees.

"Open fire on those rocket units," the subaltern snarled at the rakamat controller's villip. "Three at them, one at the approaching enemy."

"Yes Subaltern!" the villip said, the rakamats opening fire on the origins of the rockets that had attacked them, with the injured one turning to open fire on the Wookiees advancing at them. A request for additional forces came through, and seeing their commander was still occupied with the Jedi, they sent 3,500 of the Vong warriors to meet the request, while the remaining forces took a defensive position at the remains of the wall, forming into small squads with the Sith troopers at slightly higher elevation and staggered to unleash torrents of blaster fire at head height for the Wookiees. The remaining Vong warriors ran forward, keeping the firing lanes open for the Sith squads while they slashed and stabbed with amphistaves.

Summary:
3,500 Vong redeploying to Nui Akona's command, lost another rough 500 men
Vong attacking low, with Sith trooper fire aiming for head shots on the Wookiees to maximize stopping power
Three rakamats opening fire with artillery strikes on the rocketeer positions while the injured one opens fire on the standard forces

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Great Tree
Objective: Objective A, Capture Tree
Allies: [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Zaren Bouqi"], Unknown ATM

She turned her focus away from the Jedi Knight that could or could not be there toward the Jedi that had attempted to attack the small Vahla only to see him fall victim to an attack from the Sith Lord's armour. Impressive! Taking a step forward, she saw the Jedi Master [member="Corvus Raaf"] unleash energy at two Lords, and knew at once what she did. She called the energy from the Dark Side to herself and mixed it with the hatred she had for this one individual.

With the Jedi's main focus on the two Lords, her mind was ripe for the picking, and the mad Sith from Dagobah unleashed Mind Shard into the mind of the unsuspecting Jedi, attempting to splinter her mind and send waves of agonizing pain throughout her body. Giving the two Lords time to recover from that nasty feeling.

Well aware of what that Jedi could do, she quickly closed the gap keeping her eyes on the female Jedi while rolling a little ball of explosive fun, that she plucked from her utility belt, at the dark skinned Jedi, whose armour was being corroded, in an attempt to either blow him up or sending him scurrying.