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

[Caleb Brolen]

Location: Beach
Objective: Hold the Defensive
Allies:[member="Kira Liadain"] @Krest @Meric Nadun, etc
Enemies:One Sith

I looked out over the beach to see blaster fire and bodies litter the battlefield. I looked down the corridor to see my masters chambers but decided against it. I had to get down there and help as fast as I could. I ran towards a opening in which a trooper was firing a turbo-laser down on sith forces below. I saw a wookies warriors slid down the branches and trunk of the tree. This wouldn't be the tallest thing that I have jumped of off but it will be the coolest.

I stepped back and took a deep breath then I ran forward and jumped "Wooooah"

 

[Whispers of Lumirith]

Location: Wall on Objective B
Objective: Still provide them good old feelings.
Allies: [member="Shule Windspeaker"]
Enemies: None at the moment ...
Aaralyn would continue to remain focused on the Living Force. Connected with the deep wells of the fabric of life. She pressed the aura of courage and valor hard into the souls of the Republic forces. Fighting back any angst, fear or darkness that would try to woe them into despair.

 

[Spark Finn]

Location: The Beach
Objective: 1 / A Capture the Kachiro
Allies: @Darth Carach [member="Qun Vell"] @Darth Vitium(I think - stealing this title from Qun muahaha)
Enemies: My former allies #consequencesofbeingkidnapped (@Graxin Rade @Corvus Raaf @Kira Liadain @Soliael Devin Talith @Meric Nadun @Anastasia Rade @Elizie Adasca @Armand Temi @Caleb Brolen)

The sands clumped against the bottom of her converse shoes. The salt in the air itched at the back of her freckled-nose, stirring up memories she had with the jedi not so long ago. Those memories were warped and changed subtlety by Darth Carach's technovirus on the technopath.

She belonged to the sith now.

Disapproval flashed in gray-blue eyes as the toe of her shoe kicked against the discarded martini from Qun Vell. All memories of her former friendship and bond with her once fellow jedi-padawan were gone. Erased. Just because she was with the sith didn't mean she had to like them (well, besides her master - duh, have you seen those eyes?!?!?!). She tried to swallow her disgust of Darth Carach's other apprentice, perhaps a tingle of jealousy bubbling at the fringe of her emotions.

Where Qun was on Carach's left, she was on his right and just a hint behind his massive form. Reaching out with the force, she searched for her strength: technology, to help lessen the feeling of being exposed on the beach. Her master knew she was willing to serve and go where he wished. She remained silent and tried not to openly gawk at the besalisk.

 

[cowboyrepeater]

Objective: Still defending SW Stronghold gate.
Allies: The Jedi, Master Aralyn, Seraphina and Shule Windspeaker
Enemies: The Shi- I mean- Sith Lords

Layna activated her lightsaber much the same time as Shule did. Her blade also deflected the Yuzhon Vong thud bugs. Her Force Sense let her predict the trajectory of each organic missile. There were more and more streaking across the sky

With her aqua-coloured lightsaber a blur, she continued to defend herself and her friends from immediate threats. Unfortunately, the stone structure probably wouldn't last much longer....

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

[Placeholder 0123]

Location: Roots of the Wroshyr Tree

Objective A: Gain control of the Horde

Allies: [member="Armand Temi"] [member="Rusken Shaxx"] [member="Krest"] [member="Meric Nadun"]

Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] @Other Darths


Sacrifices needed to be made for victory.

As the Sith very likely knew, Graug were attracted to power. Graxin had garnered their following by slaying their former leader and declaring himself their lord. Then by putting down each of the rebellious clans. Acts alone, however, would not hold their loyalty.

The Archlord knew exactly what was needed to successfully control the Graug. When his apprentice went off to the medical tents to do his duties, Graxin stole away to the lowest levels of the Wroshyr tree. Deep within, the Jedi settled down under a massive root. It would be difficult to find him here.

"[member="Rusken Shaxx"], join Krest and his allies at the beachhead. Take the two hundred Peacekeepers with you." He snapped into his comlink before shutting it off.

His eyes drifted closed.

"Father."

"Lesser."

The apparition of Darth Vulcanus stood before him. Contrary to popular belief, Krag was not exactly dead. Aware that his spirit would be unable to tame the Graug, Graxin had used forbidden Sith magics to bind the Graug Overlord's spiriy to his will.

Vulcanus was an extension of Graxin himself now.

"It's time again." The Archlord sighed. He reached up to pop the seals of his mask. Feeling the air on his face would help him to focus.

"Is it now?" Vulcanus rumbled with delight. "Will you finally take up the mantle?"

"No, and you will not mention it again. The Graug go to war. I need to control them. That is why I kept you, after all."

The apparition said nothing. Vulcanus's empty black eyes narrowed, and he settled down onto the ground aside from his son.

Graxin would join the battle soon, but things had to be done beforehand.

Spoiler

Location: Field below the Wroshyr Tree
Controller: Graxin Rade
Objective: Await Orders
Force Size: 9000 Graug now, 2000 put under Krest's control.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Moving to Great Wroshyr Tree, bottom level.
Objective: Capture Kachiro City, Objective A
Allies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Lady Exedō"] [member="Khan Ra"] [member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Meric Nadun"] [member="Elizie Adasca"] [member="Caleb Brolen"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] @Anastasia @Rade Graxin @Rade Krest


The little battle done nothing to appease her appetite for killing. While her soldiers field strip the dead, she looked deeper into the forest. Her radio operator had been killed in the exchange of fire, his equipment destroyed. She cursed herself for not foreseeing this, but what was done can not be undone. So far, they had moved through the forest, or the Shadowlands she heard it being called by her troops, with only minor setbacks. But that was to be expected, no plan is ever full proof and no plan ever goes accordingly.

"Any suggestions on how we should proceed, [member="Faye Terrik"]?" The Knight had worked with her numerous times and the two had formed a bond. She didn't trust many people but she trusted this girl. "Our objective lies to the north of us but we must pass by that ancient looking tree. I suspect the enemy will have fortified the area. We can fight our way through or we can loop around it and take them by surprise." She looked at her troops taking a headcount; 94. That was not a threatening number to throw at the enemy but the Sith Lord,[member="Lady Exedō"] had her force with her, and they were now moving up to her position.

She looked over at [member="Khan Ra"] then [member="Faye Terrik"]. "Well?"



NPC

Spoiler

Location: Moving toward Kachiro
Controller: Darth Venefica
Forces: Nightshade Squadron- 94 strong
Objective: Capture Kachiro/Protect Darth Venefica
Opponents: Republic, Jedi, Wookies, Not trees

 

[Caulder Dune]

LOCATION: Stronghold, Probably
OBJECTIVE: B - Take/Destroy the Stronghold | Hamper enemy defensive measures
ALLIES: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Harley"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] (presumably nearby)
ENEMIES: [member="Kiyron"]

Now, as Darth Adekos continued along, it is important to note that he would inevitably arrive somewhere convienent. Convienent, that is, for the One Sith. So it was no surprise he found himself standing on a branch wherein he could overlook the Blackblade ascent up the side of the Republic's tree stronghold. Fort Yubbadubbawubwub or something. In any event, he took gross offense to the fact that the soldiers of his best friend were being harassed in their clearly benevolent duties by the morally bankrupt forces of the Republic. From his vantage point, Adekos could see the defenses. Machine guns, rocket launcher teams, lightly armored airborne droids zipping to and fro.

Droids.

He liked droids.

Darth Adekos stretched out with the force, his influence brushing up not against the hearts and minds of the Republic soldiers, but the machines they employed. First he would target those soldiers he saw with the rocket launchers, PLX-1s if he wasn't mistaken. Mechu-Deru was a powerful art. A seasoned practitioner could hijack droids and turn them against their owner. Adekos had not yet advanced to such a level, but he could do simple things. Like prematurely detonate rocket launcher ammunition, or the power packs attached to their machine guns, but that would be next. The Plex soldiers would go first.

Focused, heightening his senses and diving into the Dark Side, Adekos stared at the raging battle. Explosions erupted in the trees where the plex troopers were positioned, the ammunition they carried detonating without warning. The longer the Umbaran stared, the more explosions tore through the treetops, the confused screams of the soldiers cut short and lost over the din of battle. It would take a while, but he'd get enough of them to make a difference. Eventually.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Location: Base of the tree base
Objective: Staring at [member="Dredge"] 's ugly Sith face
Allies: [member="Rael sul B'an"]
Enemies: [member="Dredge"]

Finally reaching the bottom of the tree, Gherron stared across at one hulk of a Sith. 'So, he's the one who brought the uglies', he thought to himself. Slowly making his way to the massive enemy, he immediately felt a strong dark side presence, and his mind went back to the invasion of Korriban, where he'd almost been enveloped by a Sith spirit. That wouldn't happen this time. This time, he'd emerge victorious. Brandishing his blade at the other, he called out to him. "How about you stop sending your lackeys up and fight us instead?!"

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

Location: Perimeter of the Stronghold
Objective: Objective B
Allies: [member="Reverance"] [member="Dredge"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Foes: Republic Forces

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nFKPVfDrgU

Departing from her transport Darth Hauntruss marched across her gathered Black Death Guard. Clad in their dark trooper armor, all loyal soldiers who have followed her since the Togorian massacres, they rose their arms in a salute. Hauntruss raised her arm to signal a comply. With probing darkness bleeding from her force aura she scrutinized the battlefiled before her. The stronghold was well built but under her pressure it would fall.

Turning to her men she waved her hands for them to ascend their speeder bikes. Together like a vile machine they rose up and placed their gear on. Power lances and blasters at the ready they awaited the charge. Leaning to her right she spoke to her sub-commander. "Harrass them, draw them out and when they reveal themselves break open an entry. No mercy commander be as brutal as possible. Their will to aid their allies will be their doom." Hauntruss hissed in cold precision. The commander nodded in confirmation. Hauntruss rested back in the seat of her bike and then thrust her black gloved fist into the air.

"DEATH!"​

Rang out her sinister battlecry. And in reply her men challenged her.​

"DEEEEEEATH!"​

​

With this she and her legion of fanatically loyal dark crusaders charged down onto the amassing Republic positions in a tidal wave of speed and doom. Meanwhile in the force she began to whisper dark conjuring bathing the area around her in dark miasma making her presence and image in the force blurred and hard to track. A dark shadow would fall on the stronghold and its master was Darth Hauntruss.

 

[Xenia Nastassia]

Location: Stronghold, one of many branches.
Objective: Objective B.
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Cryax Bane"]
Enemies: TBA

NPCs:
Location: Stronghold, one of many branches.
Controller: Xenia Nastassia
NPCs: NN-2 Front Droids [3] NN-K Infiltration Droid [1]
Objective: Objective B
Opponents: TBA

<<... Lady Xenia, I-->>
"Shh. Stop, don't even."

For a few hours time she had kept to herself, remaining completely alone, all droids aside. Even so, they remained just as silent as the metal walls around them, thick shells surrounding their hull. Their drop ship's hull, and she sucked in another almost unexpected, shaking breath. What was she doing here, what was she really doing here? Did she even really know? This was a little much for business-- but with too great a potential reward to turn down. Because, well, because what if...

It wasn't until the doors nearest her popped open to reveal a protocol droid of barbaric build that she pushed herself off the back wall, stretching her neck sideways in search of possible cracks which never came when she wished them to. <<Xenia, your presence is requested on the main deck, orders dictate you remain-->> Walking past the droid, she waved her hand in dismissal, "yes, I've heard, thank you." Detox, her rather-modified NN-K Infiltration model, buzzed with routine commands and responses, following Xenia. The NN-2s came swiftly as well, each with a more careful regard for the disrespected protocol.

<<You're acting rather rash, m'lady.>>
"Yeah, well, what do you want from me. Last time I was... IN a war was... never, so, excuse any... like anxiety, alright--."
<<Of course,>> Detox nodded its head forward, with a noble hand over the 'heart,' <<Noted, of course.>>

And it was true. Never before had she encountered such a beast as direct warfare. Not from the perspective of a soldier in these terms. Always on the stage of politics, never-- never like this. Until now, she had been known as a well known protector of peace, a front of course, though she kept her secret well guarded. It didn't take long before they all spilled out into the main bay area, a horde of creatures which looked humanoid. But she swore they were different, something about them, the way they were. Each and every one of them possessed this aura, and they all carried a confidence which could only come from serving something bigger than themselves. But she wasn't entirely convinced it was entirely religion anymore-- not entirely, though curiosity ate away at her, too. [member="Matsu Xiangu"] had told her she too possessed this force. Did she carry an aura like them, certainly not, how could she?

When the first round of thick blaster fire smashed against their own vessel, Xenia's anxiety seemed to jump with the vaulting movement of the ship. Not too much unlike those around her, she fell away from conventional battle armor. It had never suited her as it seemed to take too great a toll on physical mobility and any kind of agility. Instead, she wore a series of grey fabrics, loose, and easy to move in. To say she was vulnerable would be an understatement, but she had always had been. She was still here, wasn't she? Meant something. Her face was hardly recognizable, painted in harsh black and white colors so as to distract from who she was as a political presence-- for some reason, she felt 'peace ambassador', here, might not be quite as welcomed. Besides, she was so much more than that, it, like this, would become just another outfit she put on that day.

The Chiss, her counterpart of sorts, was easy enough to sort out. Before her career in politics, before her endless days as the CEO of Nastass-Tech or tireless travels across the galaxy for petty media events, she was a warrior. Now, she had a motive. They had already been introduced, technically, and in passing, [member="Cryax Bane"] and herself. There was no time for less formal introductions or small talk, another rattling bolt of blaster energy shaking their hull. In the end, they would just have to be compatible. All of them, and herself. She, like the Chiss, would be under Matsu's immediate protection until they were able to secure access points.

<<I suppose we'll be able to see if our sponsor is quite the sith warrior rumor brags about, hm, Xenia?>>
A muffled laugh, placing herself equidistant between Matsu and the slicer.
"Hn hm heh, funny, I was just thinking the same thing."

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Location: Kachiro City - Objective A ( Or One)
Objective: Be Supportive and stuff
Allies: [member="Kira Liadain"] | [member="Meric Nadun"] | [member="Elizie Adasca"] | [member="Caleb Brolen"] | [member="Armand Temi"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Enemies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Lady Exedō"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] |[member="Khan Ra"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Qun Vell"]

“I'm not the one that has to be careful.” Soliael said calmly, squeezing her hand. “I'll be fine.”

His shoulders raised and the armor seemed to give off a slight sheen as sunlight struck it, he took that same predatory gait, Kira quickly moving with him. His hand slowly slipped from her own, fingers parting and loosing from one another, drifting until Soliaels hand was completely free of encumbrance.

“I've always liked this world. It's always seemed so...alive.” He was no longer talking to Kira, more making a general statement.

The two of them reached one of the edges of the city, overlooking the beaches and one of the bridges that lead deep in Kachiro. Black specks floated across Soliaels vision, and he looked down at Kira for a few moments. His hands moved forward and grasped the railing, tightening on the heavy wood until it began to creak.

The flows of the force began to shift and change.

A powerful oppressive force began to push itself into the atmosphere, and one could smell a shift upon the winds.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Climbing up some of dese trees, meng
Objective: Objective B

• Capture / Destroy the Republic Stronghold
• Keep climbin'
• Deal with the interlopers

Allies: One Sith

• [member="Reverance"]
• [member="Mordecai Zambrano"]
• [member="Dredge"]
• [member="Cryax Bane"]
• [member="Darth Adekos"]
• [member="Darth Hauntruss"]

Enemies: The Republic

• [member="Shule Windspeaker"]
• [member="Kiyron"]

Music: The Enemy of All That Lives by Abhoth

The climb towards the Republic Stronghold was meticulous as it was dangerous, yet the Blackblades had faced worse dangers than a long fall, and their nerves were like Mandalorian Iron as they continued to ascend the tree. There were that fell from error, of course; and they were thought of as nothing but "weak" by the survivors. There was no room for weakness in the Blackblades, and those that fell in battle were not mourned or remembered, for there was no use in mourning refuse. And so they continued to climb onward and upward, the winds whipping at their backs, and their objective so far above them. Then, suddenly; one of the Blackblades near the top shouted out in confusion as he was peppered by enemy fire from somewhere across the way, and while his armor was strong enough to withstand basic fire, he tumbled backwards after a lucky shot destroyed one of his climbing hooks.

Vornskr watched one of his soldiers fall after being dislodged by enemy fire, and he growled under his breath as he looked behind him to discern where the fire was coming from. Even with their extensive camouflage, the Sith Lord could see them as clearly as if they had been wearing brightly colored garb, so fine-tuned was his senses. With a bark, he commanded that his soldiers keep on climbing despite the dangers that now faced them from the forest around them, and with one arm firmly holding onto one of his climbing hooks embedded in the bark, he extended his free hand out towards the forest. The Force flowed through him like a river, and he summoned it's power forth like a massive invisible hand, and began to wrench the assailants free from their hiding places with such violence, and discard them almost instantly so that they would plummet to the ground several hundred meters below.

He targeted those that posed the most immediate threats to his soldiers, which were the ones armed with heavy blaster rifles and blaster emplacements, tearing them free like one would tear away weeds from a bush. Some would be torn away with such force that their necks would crack from the sudden whiplash, and their corpses would join those that still lived as they tumbled to the hard ground below. Some of those Republic soldiers were joined by Blackblades who had been dislodged from above the Sith Lord, and all would share the pain of death down in the darkness below.

"Wretches. I will deliver you to your deaths."

 

[Taheera Sollo]

Location: NARROW EASTERN BRIDGE of Yugwaaargh - in a hidden perch just before the bridge
Objective: B - Defend the stronghold!
Allies: @Rael sul B'an | @Book | @Varus Shatterstar | @Flint Dexen | @Kian Karr | @Ayden Quell | @Sophia Walsh | @Sochi Ru | @Kana Truden | @Seraphina Shel'tah @T-Eya Carn | @Aaralyn Rekali | @Ta'mur Rokar | @Seamus Valik | @Meeristali Peradun | @Gherron Vael | @Shule Windspeaker | @Marcus
Enemies: [member="Randial"] - come at me bby



Perhaps she felt so at home here because her original had. The clone couldn't shake the frown off her face. She couldn't have identity issues now.

She had to focus.

The vrrroooom of a speeder caught her ears in the wind. Myrtle-ellipses focused through the scope of the harpoon rifle from her camouflaged-position. The force tingled through her veins. She saw a flash of blue-skin on the rider and sensed malevolence.

Following just ahead of the speeder's path, she adjusted the rifle, index finger squeezing down on the trigger. With a whoosh, a harpoon was released with a long-wire cable across the rider's path. Her end was already secured, pulling the wire uncomfortably taught across the forest's expanse.

 

[Marian Frayser]

Location: Stronghold
Objective B: Capture or Destroy Republic Fortress
Allies: One Sith forces.
Enemies: Republic Forces

Marian waited in her drop pod for her to be rained upon the Wookiee home planet, so that she may be able to slaughter every hairy beast that waited on that planet. She clutched her lightsaber staff tightly as the pod was released from it's constraints and rained down onto the planet below. She could hear the snapping of the branches and the sound of a battle raging outside, all exciting her for the battle that she was about to be engaged in. She could feel the blood coursing through her veins as her bloodlust began to bring itself forward.

As soon as the drop pod landed she shot the door off of it with the force and watched as it plummeted it's way into the underbelly of Kashyyyk, her eyes couldn't follow it to the bottom and it would've given most people a sense of acrophobia but not her. Marian looked off into the distance as she saw the battle raging, it looked like the fight had started without her. No matter, she made her way across the branches and bridges of the wookiee's to get to the One Sith force. As she maid her way into the Vong army she saw the Republic bases' face and she waited for the full assault to being so that she could begin the slaughter.

 

[Faye Terrik]

Location: Approaching the Wroshyr Tree
Objective: Capture Kachirho (Objective A)
Allies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | @Lady Exedo | [member="Khan Ra"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | Darth Carach
Enemies: [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] | [member="Meric Nadun"] | [member="Elizie Adasca"] | [member="Caleb Brolen"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"]

--

The Acolyte listened for a moment, hearing no more blaster fire coming into the direction of Nightshade Squadron, Another moment passed before she disignited her lightsaber and stood up, away from her defensive stance. In a swift motion, Faye clipped her lightsaber back onto her belt and pulled the cigarette from behind her ear. She listened to Venefica's suggestions and turned to count out the remaining forces. Of course, it was easier to count the deceased at this point. One, two, three... six dead. There were still 94 soldiers left, which could prove difficult to provoke a stealthy approach.

Faye kept the unlit cigarette between her fingers as she contemplated, taking a moment to peer at the Sith Lord and the Cathar Acolyte. Her hand rubbed under her chin as she proposed a strategy; "How about both? Why not have fifteen of your best men and two of us take the quiet route, while the rest of our forces attack the front?" It was a simple strategy, but could be risky, depending on which way the Republic had stationed the soldiers there, if at all.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Approaching Yawaaargh along narrow NORTHEASTERN BRANCH.
OBJECTIVE: B: Take stronghold. | Short Term: Make puzzle pieces out of Wookiees, advance towards goal.
ALLIES: [member="Vrag"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Xenia Nastassia "] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Praelior"] | [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Hauntruss"]
ENEMIES: [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Ayden Quell"] | [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] | [member="Shule Windspeaker"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Marakai Al'Orren"] | [member="Sochi Ru"]

It would be foolish to believe Kashyyyk would be anything like Manaan. Although peaceful by nature there were few more dangerous peoples than a Wookiee when provoked – hundreds of thousands of them on top of Jedi determined to protect their own was undertaking a task that would require everything the One Sith could muster.

Hitting ground outside the dropship, Matsu immediately fell in next to Vrag. She was built for ranged combat while the woman beside her was one of the more zealously dangerous powerhouses she’d ever seen – yin and yang, of a sort. Heart pounding in her ears from sheer excitement Matsu immediately started building a spell, sticking at first behind Vrag as she focused on the difficult incantation. Releasing the spell itself gave her a rush like nothing else, a high that drove her to frenzy, but the act of conjuring took her focus – focus she was afforded by her allies, at least for the moment while still a decent distance from the turrets and the stronghold itself.

The last syllable of her incantation was uttered in a reverent hiss, her fingers snapping open to release and in an instant dark, mist-like tendrils rose from within the branch they stood upon, wrapping around wookiee limbs. The smell of burnt hair wafted through the air as the tendrils cut through fur and muscle and bone and severed limbs, decapitated heads, tore Wookiees in half and threw their leftover pieces from the branch. Those creatures that managed to fight her spell - and eventually succumb - rose a chorus of agonized howls to meet the clacking of climbing Vong, blasterfire from all directions, and the methodical crunching sound of bone snapping under Vrag’s assault as Matsu rejoined the efforts to push forward and advance towards the eastern wall of the stronghold, keeping an eye on Xenia & Cryax.

 

[Khan Ra]

Location: En Route to Kachiro
Objective: Capture Kachirho (Objective A)
Allies: One Sith, [member="Darth Venefica"], Lady Exedo
Enemies: Jedi, Republic, and Wookiees with clubs

Though Khan was able to move easily and quickly through the underbrush, despite the complete darkness, by the time he had flanked the Wookiees Venefica's minions had done their job and the last one had fallen. Khan cursed under his breath. He was hoping for a chance to show his skill, much of it imagined, before the battle. It would have to wait- he would prove himself enough in Kachiro. Khan looked up from the last fallen Wookiee, the one he had planned on killing, as the Sith Knight Venefica began to speak. Fortifications at a tree? More delays. More stalling. Still ther ewould be chance for greatness repelling the defenders... Khan glanced at the remaining troops, only around a hundred left it seemed, before responding to the Sith Knight. "Attacking directly would be foolish. We don't have enough troops. We flank them." The Felactian looked up at Venefica as he gave his opinion, light reflecting from his eyes, making them appear as if glowing. If he couldn't yet prove himself in battle, he could prove himself with strategy. Or so he hoped, that is.

 

[Kira Talith]

Location: Kachiro City - Objective A ( Or One)
Objective: Protect Sol!
Allies: [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Meric Nadun"] [member="Elizie Adasca"] [member="Caleb Brolen"] [member="Armand Temi"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Enemies: The Stupid Smelly Sith! [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Lady Exedō"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Khan Ra"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="James Mathison"] [member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Qun Vell"]

Kira gave Soliael an encouraging smile, but her attention would soon go to the area around them. As she came to his side, she could feel the rush of the Force being summoned by the former False God.

Okay, here we go, she'd muse, moving to his back to provide cover. She would protect him while he provided his summoning. Her fingers were extended at her sides, wiggling, ready.

She may not be as powerful in the Force as Soliael, but she had a few tricks up her sleeve. For now, she would make sure none would disturb him.

"Mmm... does that mean we would of had voyeurs back there?" she would quip over her shoulder, trying to make a joke about the alcove they had left behind. She couldn't help it.

She was nervous.

 

[Darth Ayra]

Location: Enroute to Kachiro
Objective: Objective 1
Allies: | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Lady Exedō"] | [member="Faye Terrik"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Qun Vell"] | @Spark Fin | [member="James Mathison"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | @Alicia Drey | [member="Midas Âzanroil"] | [member="Hera Naroix"] | [member="Darth Vidar"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Keira Ticon"]| [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Khan Ra"] |
Enemies: The Galactic Republic, the Jedi Order, their Allies

The grand celebration that was war had come to Kashyyyk and one of it's celebrators had gone with it. The Sith Lord that was Darth Ayra sat in the cockpit of a Niathal-class transport that she had brought from [member="Jorus Merrill"], through a third contact. It was quite obvious that the Jedi Master wouldn't want to sell such a craft to a Sith Lord, and in the case of this particular Sith, she did not want Jorus to know she had brought it, for it was largely used when she acted as Alicia Drey, for business and other meetings she wanted to keep separate from the One Sith.

Everyone has their secrets.

But today she was not Alicia Drey and instead herself. Darth Ayra, like any other member of the One Sith had ventured forth to Kashyyyk on that particular year, was just as blood thirsty as the rest; and the civil manner that she acted out in the light of day was gone, given way to the darkness that was in her heart. She could hear the celebrations of work from Sith of the past as the beat of war came like drums, heralding in a new era in which the One Sith came forth and conquered all that they saw.

And in those celebrations, voices of the mind that praised the Sith Lord that she was, Ayra envisioned an Empire that would be hers one day. As the Niathal closed in to the tree village, the Sith Lord rose from her pilot seat and began her preparations.

 

[Veino Garn]

Location: Objective A
Objective: Hold the City
Allies: Any Republic/Ession folk, the Force (and a powerful ally, it is)
Enemies: Not sure who is where

Veino waited in the city, looking out across the battlefield towards the approaching forces, and manifestations of the Force. Kashyyyk was a living planet, rich in the Light Side of the Force, for it was rich with life. Beautiful life, strong life, vibrant life that only desired to live and love. This was what he defended, this was what he lived for.

So he waited in armor and fiddled with his amulet, turning it over and over in his fingers, feeling its smooth wooden shape and vibrancy in the Force. While it was special to all who used it, it was more special to him. It was carved from a piece of his tree that he carried with him after the evacuation of Alderaan, tended to and loved in his freighter, planted in the temple at Yavin 4, and then retransferred once more to Crystalsong. It was a piece of home, as much as home could be home while trotting across the galaxy. He took a deep breath and replaced the amulet inside his armor.

Where would he be needed? For what purpose? The emotions of the city were ramming against his mental barriers, clawing to overtake his defenses and flood him with the emotions of everyone in the region. Distantly, he could feel the emotions of those elsewhere across the planet. He had a speeder bike nearby, the Stinger model specifically, while slower, had more firepower and Force precognition could slightly cancel out the lack of speed.

For now, he would wait for further developments before deploying.