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

[Qun Vell]

Location: Side of a tree
Objective: Don't fall again
Allies: [member="Spark Finn"](Maybe)
Enemies: [member="Talon Vosra"](Maybe)

Qun continued climbing up the rope, putting one hand over another, and one foot in front of another. It was a long trek, or at least a long trek for Qun. He kept going though, knowing that Carach would want him to protect Spark. And Spark didn't seem half bad, so he wasn't that opposed to helping her out anyways. After all, they were supposed to be friends right? And not trying to save a friend would not only be mean, but make for really awkward situations later. "Why didn't you save me" "I was drunk, I'm sorry" "That's no excuse Qun!" He had been through that conversation before and he didn't want to do it again. Well, it wasn't that severe last time, but he knew how it went. Or at least he thought he did.

As he got to the top a droid eventually pulled him up, and Qun looked over at a confused Spark, a man on the other side, some droids firing shots erratically, and was admittedly confused. So he got in front of Spark, inbetween her and the Jedi, and promptly put his hands on his knees and began to pant. He was a bit tired from the trip up.


"I . . . " He huffed. Then puffed. "Got your back." Another huff. Another puff. "Spark."

 

[Xenia Nastassia]

NPCs:
Location: Stronghold, one of many branches.
Controller: Xenia Nastassia
NPCs: NN-2 Front Droids [1] NN-K Infiltration Droid [1]
Objective: Objective B; slice into enemy systems.
Opponents: [member="Thane Drexel"]

"Oh, well that was easy..."

It seemed her irresistible bait was just about as, well, irresistible as she had anticipated. A text-formed agreement came from the NN-2's vessel, spelled out rather slowly on the dashboard, and Detox muttered 'yes' verbally through the intercoms. Each X-Wing turned, their previous opponent's no longer the prime threat. Why battle brute beasts when another cluster of deadly ships lay in wait-- some men had to have it all, huh. Xenia cocked a short smile, then fell back into an almost reflexive control over her ship.

In one motion it would move, her Ginivex swiping hard to the right, followed by each Naboo starfighter. Holo screens began to click to life around her, plugging in information as she fead it to them and cranking out complex mathematics the likes of which no human could mimic. Systems whirred to life, and she began her leech-like control over her enemy's system. First, com channels-- jammed. Hacked. Controlled. A small icon which read 'upload complete' pinged as followed by a small burst of audio static from her own ship's speakers. With one swift and sweeping motion, she completed the transaction of data and locked down the X-Wing's source of outside communication. They couldn't call for back up, nor could they so much as choose who they spoke too.

Now they spoke to her. And she to them. <<Well, that was easy,>> she began, her voice crackling to life in the cockpit of her enemy. <<Just you and me now, X-Wing.>> It was an open frequency, so he'd be able to speak back to her, but communicating with his wing men would be another story entirely. They were each on their own now, at least as much as possible. But that didn't remove the threat entirely-- or even close to entirely, really. That still meant four cannons, multiplied by three ships, all aimed at her. Well, and her droids.

Time seemed to run more quickly than it did outside of combat, and before she knew it the enemy was upon her. The revving of engines and the high pitched groan of blaster fire as she let loose a volley towards the X-Wings and then dipped, swinging down and under while her droids did the opposite and soared higher, also releasing their own destructive power in the form of near-turquoise energy bolts. She was hardly well versed in Republic aerial tactics, but she was good enough at basic analyzation. Their formation, from the get-go, was cooperative and tight together. A concentrated spear-head attack. And the best way to defeat this, remove communication and split up. Without 'target claiming,' they would be lost to prediction and forced into taking matters personally.

 

[Thane Drexel]

Location: Skies over Kachirho
Objective A
Allies: None Near
Enemies: [member="Xenia Nastassia"]


Thane heard the audible 'pop' of the comms as his ships systems were hacked. Seemed as though this new enemy didn't want him making any collect calls. Then her voice came through the channel, "Well that's was easy. just you and me now, X-wing."

She was confident that cutting off the comms would weaken the pilot's strategy, but it wasn't a big concern. Looking over to his wingmen, he used the old fashion style of communication, hand signals. Then the enemy fired, the X-wings split up, one banking left, the other right, and Thane went straight up. The three pilots understood their task, get behind the enemy. It was the best location to be in a dog fight.

"Sorry to disappoint sweetie, but your little trick won't slow us down."

Thane turned right and arced back down onto his new target. As well had his wingmen, in their own manner. Three separate sides all converging on the new fighters, when the signs of the battle below turned sour. He witnessed Republic transports leaving the area. They were leaving, the fight had been lost, but with all that had been sacrificed, how could they just leave? Thane would question that later. He pressed the trigger in a sustained burst of fire and broke off, popping flares to signal his wingmen.

The last thing the Zabrak spoke was to his untested enemy.

"May we meet in the skies again someday sweetheart, for now, the Sith have won. Tah tah!" With that, Thane punched the throttle to break atmos, they would regroup with the home ship and leave this hell behind.

[Exit stage left] (Sorry Xenia, next time.)

 

[Talon Vosra]

Location: Dat Tree mon
Objective: Catch a pair of aces
Allies: [member="Qun Vell"] [member="Spark Finn"]
Enemies: Da Dahkness

Talon lifted his hands and let fly small burst of force push at the droids blaster bolts deflecting them away from himself and accidentally hitting a stray trooper of unknown origins, probably a merc, poor guy...moving on.

He looked at Qun and Spark and thought of the cleverest of clever plans. He waved his hand again and spoke.

"You want to come with me for a weekend of drinking and holonet games." He said in a monotonous voice hoping they would fall for it.

 

[Spark Finn]

At the Tree
Ma said not to get in speeders with strange jedi

[member="Qun Vell"] [member="Talon Vosra"]

Head ached. Small digits pressed into her ears as she curled into a classic fetal position on the branch. She looked up and saw her besalisk in shining sweat...and armor.

"Qun," she grimaced in internal pain as her thoughts conflicted with the orders of the technovirus.

The droids stopped firing as her head continued to pound. Gray-blue eyes squinted at the green-eyed jedi. She felt a strong nudge, a pull rather. She blinked, seeing Carach's fiery eyes in the darkness mix with green back to fire.

"It's just for the weekend right?" She squeaked and gingerly pulled herself to a standing position. "I don't want to leave my...my master wouldn't want me gone long. Buuuut....if it's not for that long," she looked uncertainly to Qun. The battle-droids still held their weapons pointed at Talon.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

His form shifted and dissipated into nothingness, but Carach’s mind stayed and floated amongst the threads of if’s and maybe’s. What he saw was not to his liking, it was as he feared - his apprentices had not been ready yet for this, a single Master, not even one training in the inner workings of the esoteric mentalism arts (whatever that meant) was convincing them to… take them for a weekend of drinking and holonet games.

Man.

A facepalming experience if anything, it costed Carach every inch of his noble Sith Lord upbringing not to slam his face into the proverbial fourth wall and point out everything that was wrong, instead he decided to help his apprentices as he was supposed to, probably.

His mind wrapped itself around that of [member="Spark Finn"] and [member="Qun Vell"] it’s presence would keep them centered and immersed into his presence. They would not fall into a few cheap mind tricks, Talon would need to try harder than that.

‘Remember your training.’​

The chocolate love of his voice would spread to Qun and Spark.

 

[Qun Vell]

[member="Darth Carach"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Talon Vosra"]

Qun Vell was a drunk. Even without the mental suggestion he probably would have been swayed by the thought of drinking and hologames, but with the little mental prod and no technovirus to make him say no? Well, the decision was certainly a very enticing one. He was about to say yes, but then Spark started talking to him, and she looked awful confused.

"He shaid it was for the weekend." Qun replied, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "We can just come straight back when we're done. The Mashta wouldn't deny us drinks and hologames would he?" Qun tried to convince Spark as well as himself that it was okay to go. After all, Qun really wanted to go.

But then, a voice came to Qun's head. 'Remember your training' it said in a familiar voice that seemed to have a candied tone to it. So Qun complied, went to remember his training.

Except. He couldn't remember ever being trained. The Master had gotten him out of his cell, but had he ever actually trained Qun? He couldn't recall an instance. Trying harder to figure out what he did remember and how he did learn to use a lightsaber and push people with the Force he could only come up with broken fragments of memory, perhaps a scent there, sound here, image over there, but nothing coherant. Nothing that made sense. It was very confusing for the drunk.

"I'm . . not sure what's going on." Qun finally said, hoping Spark or perhaps the nice Jedi, or perhaps the familiar chocolate voice could help him out. "Where . . . where did I learn to use thesh?" Qun said, looking at his lightsabers.

 

[Reverance]

Objective: Leave this place
Location: Around
Slaves: The Dark side
Enemies: Gravity

Everything was happening so fast. In the blink of an eye, [member="Kana Truden"] and her dead friend were gone. And in another, the balance of the large platform had shifted, the end behind Gabriel steadily climbing - like the high end of a teeter totter before dropping off entirely. With the speed and energy he had left, he turned and ran at full sprint. The platform continued to rise, the force on the end was far too much to be offset by Gabriel's weight and momentum. Each step was harder then the last as the angle moved from 0 to 45 and then to 60. With one final push of the force, he blasted off the top of the platform, which careened down to shadowlands over a kilometer below, and rocketed into a nearby tree. He hit one branch and then another and then another, as he fell downward. With one last fleeting effort, he dug the claw end of his armor into the trunk and scrapped down the side a solid 10 feet before stopping. With an exhale, he lunged upwards and pulled himself against a branch, before sitting on it and relaxing for the moment. "Quite beautiful...really..."

The stronghold was taken, currently overrun by beetles and the remaining vong who stayed behind. The rest were at Kachirho, doing Bogan knows what, but Gabriel couldn't take the time to think about it. The beacon had been activated and he was spotted by a dropship, who set down in a hover before him. Lifting himself up, he jumped the distance and landed squarely in the center plate. His pants were soaked from blood, his mouth swollen, but through the pain, he mustered a smile as he sat back in the hard seat. The passenger next to him was a man obviously well versed in vong culture, despite being human.

"Hroe sha gull?"

Gabriel did an almost sideways glance, knowing the vong language well enough recently, due to his recent use of the forces. The accent and pronunciation was atrocious, but the effort was appreciated. He couldn't help but laugh at the concept, thinking about his offhand lightsaber.

"The Price of Pain...not nearly steep enough." The door shut and the dropship took off into the atmosphere, intending to meet with The Conqueror's Ring.

Semi-Explicit​

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmy113gMds0​

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~Exit Fight~​

 

[Talon Vosra]

[member="Spark Finn"] [member="Qun Vell"]

Talon nodded to them and folded his hands in front of himself.

"Just a weekend and you can leave anytime." he said calmly ad he pushed a button on his belt for pick up. "No tricks just talking and relaxing. Then you can get dropped anywhere you want. I'll fly you myself."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Talon Vosra"] [member="Qun Vell"] [member="Darth Carach"]

Confusion continued to paint her brow. The sharp headache pounded steadily against her eardrums. The voice of her master eased the pain a bit but did nothing to quell the confusion.

She looked between Qun and Talon.

The jedi wasn't attacking them and he was about to leave. "I don't know," she answered the drunk's question. "Didn't Lord Carach teach...," voice trailed off. The battle droids lowered their weapons. She had to protect her master and maybe protecting her master meant going on a weekend trip with this strange jedi.

"I'll go with you," she said timidly, "but you have to agree to leave Kashyyyk now."

This guy better have a gorram chocolate milkshake where they were going.

 

[Qun Vell]

[member="Spark Finn"] [member="Talon Vosra"] [member="Darth Carach"]

Qun put his lightsabers, folding them and putting them on his belt. He didn't need them anymore, or at least didn't think he needed them anymore. He looked over at Spark for a moment.

"I'm gonna cream you at Galaxy on the Warfront." Qun said a bit excitedly, referring to the latest first person shooter to fly through the box office. He hoped she didn't try to play him at Coruscant Drift though. Qun was terrible at racing games. "Hey, we can make it a drinking game! Everytime you respawn you take a shot."

Qun was, perhaps, not thinking all of that through, but between the mental interference of two masters and alcohol lowering all inhibitions his mind was never going to win any prizes for beauty anyways. Talon Vosra would probably see that, at least today's battle was won, at least for now. But on the other hand Darth Carach would probably feel that the war was not over.

 

[Kian Karr]

After leaving the battle between the Kel Dor Jedi and the Sith, the Dragon Riders returned to the Stronghold in order to bury some of their dead. Grundyr prodded the body with his bowcaster. It looked like a Wookie and it smelt like a Wookie but it clearly was not. He nodded to one of the soldiers in his unit of Dragon Riders and the man walked over and pulled a vibroblade. Driving the blade into the imposter Wookie's chest, the young Wookie began to cut away at the chest cavity. It was a sloppy autopsy, but the best they would do on such short notice and with such limited supplies.

<I think it is a Vong.> The young Wookie said glancing up at Grundyr, a complete look of horror on his face. Grundyr turned to one of the older Wookies and issued out his commands.

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It took almost an hour before the Wookies could get in touch with a Republic officer. They were busy fighting for an orderly retreat and extricating their soldiers from the planet. They would leave many behind....many dead in the soil of the forested planet. When they finally did get in contact with the Republic, it took a large amount of convincing to get them to send a unit back to the Stronghold.

"This better be good." The older soldier said as he walked up to the Wookies. He was a heavily scarred human and behind him was a Bothan.

<Is this all the Republic would spare?> Grundyr protested at seeing only a handful of soldiers with them.

"All due respect, clean-up isn't all that important right now. The Sith are killing us out there." The scarred man said, irritation bleeding into his voice.

"Please, show us what you found." The Bothan said, sounding much calmer. Grundyr eyed the scarred man for a moment longer and then nodded to the Bothan, leading him over to one of the imposter Wookies. The Bothan leaned down over the mutilated body and examined it for a long, silent moment. Finally rising to his feet he turned back toward scarred man, a broad smile on his face.

"Send for more men." He said, excitement in his voice. "I want every body taken back."

 

[Talon Vosra]

[member="Spark Finn"] [member="Qun Vell"]

Talon waited for the dropship calmly and motioned the others in before jumping in and sitting calmly beside them as if they had not just been in a war.

"So you guys like nuna wings or burgers?" He asked as they took off to meet his ship for a trip to his home on Rhen Var. "We can hit a McYodas along the way."

And with that they were gone.

-Fini-