When History Deletes Itself [CIS Dominion of the Christophsis]

[Grace Darkson]

Location: Christophsis wilds
Objective: BYOO (#justjartthings)
Equipment: In bio, Notable Item: Holocron From Metus
Allies: [member="Rapax"]
Post: 2

For a moment after she spoke, the gatekeeper was silent. Judging. As the ancient sith's eyes burrowed into her soul, she cast a quick glance at the other Mandragora up here with her. He was tall, bulky, built like a warrior and not at all like the scholar the Totems had claimed he was. Still, she knew it wasn't her place to judge. He knew better than either of them, anyway. Yellowed eyes looked back to the Gatekeeper. Was his silence a test?

"You are not who I remember." He said at last. "Who are you?"

The expression on her face, one of mild curiosity and simple eagerness, did not change. "Your holocron has changed hands since the last time it was activated. I am Lady Psyona of the Mandragora, and this is Rapax, the Shaman of the Jart." She paused, slowly standing up from where she had sat. Numb legs tried to resist, to continue to rest, but she refused them. As she pulled herself to her full height, the woman shivered from the cold. They were high enough to avoid unwanted attention. but it came at the cost of the bitter winds. "We come to learn of you, and what you know of the Force."

The being seemed confused. "You are Mandragora..." Raising a hand to stroke his chin, he thought for a moment. "Very well. I will tell you my beliefs, and you will tell me yours." She gave the man a nod. Knowledge for knowledge. It was only fair. "The first thing you must understand is that the Force flows through all things. Not just you and I, but every plant, animal, stone, tree, star, nebula, and every last thing in the galaxy. It has no dichotomy, no Light or Dark, it simply is. The Force is everything, and everything is the Force. It does not have sides. It does not take sides." He paused, falling silent.

"So you believe in the Unifying Force, then." Grace's voice was piqued with curiosity now. She hadn't guessed that Cadeus believed that. The things you learned. But there was something else in there, as well. Something she had heard of long ago, in philosophical discussions with her old master. Something that had been called the Potentium Heresy. The idea that the Force just was, without the Light Side or the Dark Side. That one's actions determined good or evil. That the Force was simply something to be used. That intent was all that mattered. And Cadeus seemed to have fallen into their trap.

"That is the term used for it, yes." The Sith Lord looked at her for a moment. "To me, it is simply the way the universe is." Yellow eyes stared hard, burning into her. "So tell me, Mandragora. What faith do you hold?" He seemed to smile. This was something he had enjoyed in life, it seemed. Knowledge and understanding of the Force. She nodded a simple action, a delay. Her mind raced to come up with a plausible answer.

"We began a cult on Ryloth, descended from the Witches of far-off Dathomir. The Force, or as they called it, Magik, was the power to defend what is Mine. It was power, to be used in defense of the family. From there we grew, and the faith created totems, somewhere between Spirit and Force Entity. They guide us, each one taking the form of the local fauna. We are of the Jart. Our Patron demands knowledge and influence. For through Knowledge, we can defend what is Ours."

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Kallisto Mines
Objective: Protect the mines from looters (and steal)
Allies: [member="Derek Dib"] [member="Averin An'Arach"] [member="Ignis Imura"] [member="Saria Messoa"] [member="Koda Zaylr"]
Post: 3

As Lola watched Averin prepare, fumbling with her own blaster for a minute until she realized she was trying to put it in the hip holster handle-first, she finally said, "Maybe I should pretend I’m someone else and not a security guard. Like your assistant. Or a minerals expert. Averin, you know I still need more target practice with this thing.” She patted the blaster now properly holstered by her side.

As the two of them grew closer to the perimeter of the Kallisto mines, the kiffar realized that she wrongly assumed they would be standing around, telling jokes, eating custard-filled donuts and generally shooting the poodoo with fellow CIS security while the day passed slowly and perhaps Averin snuck off to go steal some valuable gems.

This was not the case at all.

The scene was a war zone, and it appeared that every pirate, mercenary and criminal scumbag across the Southern Systems had the same idea.

“How will the Confederacy even know that we’re the good guys?” Which meant that they were actually the bad guys, which caused Lola to feel conflicted as she knew in her nature she wasn’t really an evil individual. Opportunistic. Yes, that’s it.

“Maybe we should pretend we’re scientists or something, love.”

 

[Averin An'Arach]

Location: Kalisto Mines
Objective: 4. Protect the mines, steal some crystals
Allies: [member="Lola An'Arach"] | [member="Ignis Imura"] | [member="Derek Dib"] | [member="Saria Messoa"]
Posts: 2

Vibroblade on one hip, blaster on the other Averin looks over at Lola as she attempts to shove her blaster pistol handle first into her holster. He swaggers to her side helps her get it righted and then takes her hand in his. Pressing his lips to her knuckles he gives her a heated look. "Just remember what I taught you. Draw, aim, breath, squeeze. Don't panic stay calm and everything will be fine. Panic will kill you quicker than any enemy on the battlefield."

They'd loaded up their speeder into the ship so they'd have something to drive on planet with, piloting it towards the mines Averin raises his eyebrows. They were entering an active warzone hardly the best place for the inexperienced Lola. Pulling to a stop behind a ridge he listens to Lola and then shakes his head. "I'd never pass for a scientist, too devilishly handsome. But why don't you stay here for a spell love while I go clear us a path."

One of the bands of marauders had brought along a transport with an absolutely lovely looking auto-turret. Slipping down the ridge Averin moves with the unnatural cat-like grace Lola knew so well somehow slipping through into the pirate's ranks without getting noticed. It was like they just assumed he was one of them even as he moved from group to group. Sometimes the groups he passed had nothing happen to them, other times a thermal detonator in someone's belt would go off. He was nothing if not an excellent saboteur.

Occasionally someone would notice him and try and shoot him. He almost got a few times and definitely got injured once or twice. However, he prayed on the fact that there were multiple raider factions leading fire towards a group those trying to kill them weren't affiliated with and setting off a new battle between those who should have been allies of convenience. Eventually, he reaches his target the transport with the auto-turret attached and he vanishes inside the armoured transport.

For several breathtaking moments for Lola he is out of sight but moments later the auto-turret swivels and starts firing on the pirates around it. Rigging the whole thing to explode if someone tried to get in and stop the turret Averin is soon running back to her, looking like a deserter more than anything else to the other pirates. A few minutes later the ship explodes making it quite easy for Lola and Averin to slip in among the CIS ranks and report for duty and all that.

 

[Decimus]

Location: Capital City
Objective: 1
Post: 2

On the edge of the city's political district, General Aut-X had established his command post within a large Multi-Troop Transport, which followed closely behind an armoured division of AAT tanks leading the charge further into the city centre. The convoy was accompanied by at least a thousand B1 Battle Droids, two-hundred B2 Super Battle Droids and a contingent of fifty BX-series Droid Commandos protecting Aut-X aboard his MTT. They were being met by fearsome resistance on the road ahead, torrents of blaster fire being exchanged by the droids and a regiment of several hundred Planetary Defense Troopers entrenched within a defensive bunker ahead.

Aut-X himself kept himself occupied coordinating the attack using a holographic command table within the slightly cramped command centre aboard the MTT. He spoke to several of his droid commanders via hologram. "Maintain the assault. We must break this defensive line if we are to push further into the city and towards the central government's headquarters.", the droid general said commandingly. His assistant, a loyal B1 unit named OM-5 quickly approached, carrying a datapad which he handed to the general for inspection before speaking. "General, we've continued our efforts to contact Separatist High Command. We've been unable to get a response, though thankfully the second wave of reinforcements appears to have just arrived. We're having trouble ascertaining their communications frequency, however.", OM-5 said in his chirpy tone of voice. "The debris in orbit must be disrupting our communications. We'll deal with that issue once the capital is secure. For now, direct the second wave to reinforce our attack however you can. I need those troops here in the capital lest our offensive grind to a halt.". General Aut-X said with a mechanical sigh.

[member="Averin An'Arach"]
[member="Lola An'Arach"]
[member="Lady Psyona"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member="Nyx"]
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
[member="Aya Clarke"]

 

[Derek Dib]

Location: the mines
Objective: #4
Post: #3

This had turned into a heated firefight. A glancing shot to his chest plate dropped him to the ground landing hard on the crystalline surface. A silent snarl crossed his face as he rose to his knee and returned fire, actively searching for the one who had scoured his armor. The center of the pirate group were folding under the combined withering fire from the mine defenders and the force brought to bear by the viceroy.

Rising he moved forward delving into the line formed by the pirates, in effect cutting the pirates into two forces on either side and blocking their ability to reach the entrance. Hunkering down behind the barricades the pirates had been previously using they returned fire while slowly pushing the enemy back. However in the horizon another wave of ships were incoming. Checking the readout on his datapad he didn't recognize the transponders and none were broadcasting Confederacy frequencies. More pirates were incoming.

Dropping below one of the crystal outcrops he opened the comlink and transmitted toward the mine on an open channel while observing his troops entrenching themselves.

"This is Viceroy Dib with the Confederacy of Independent Systems. We are here as allies and are assisting in rebuffing the opposition. Please respond."

Even as he finished speaking he ducked as a turret opened fire on the left flank chewing through the pirates and decimating that half. Minutes later an explosion rocked the ridge overlooking the mine. The right flank of pirates retreated until the landing pirate wave could fill their ranks for another assault.

[member="Ignis Imura"] [member="Saria Messoa"] [member="Averin An'Arach"] [member="Lola An'Arach"]

 

[Ignatius]

Objective 4: Defend the Mines, Approval from Metus
Location: Mines
Gear: Linked in Character Sheet
NPC: Kinta Saud
Post: 3

Finally, someone spoke back to me on the com systems. I mean, to be on the same page, and to fight correctly, one had to have good communication with the other teem members. Otherwise, the whole thing would go up in flames. And not the good ones. Looking up overhead, It was Viceroy Dib that had spoke up, asking for the command of the vessels that were coming in. Likely because they didn't have CIS tags. I shook my head. If the pirates were hired, than they should at the very least have gotten temporary CIS codes that would show that they were here as our aid.

Either way, it seemed that the fighting was dwindling down even more that the Viceroy and his troops were peppering down the troops. Pulling out my own blaster pistol, I took aim from my little spot of cover. While I wasn't an ace shot, I can hit my target if I was close enough and with enough focus. Speaking of, this was likely not the best place to be for my focusing on shooting. Taking aim, I fired four rounds from it. One hitting my target smack in the visor when I was aiming for his upper chest. Goes to show how poor shot I am.

I put the weapon back into my holster and decided that the force was the way to go. Taking a hold of some of the troops. I would tug them out of cover, and hold them till I could no longer sense their life within the existence of this plane. Their bodies stopped fighting my tugs and pulling on them with telekinesis. Kinta over here was doing the same as we sat behind a rock formation. However, it seemed that someone wanted to get a little closer to us. Stopping what I was doing, I spoke to Kinta in my mind as I moved to crouch, and prepared myself for a fight.

"I'll deal with them."

Almost as soon as I was done speaking, The man came around the corner. Reaching out with the force, I yanked him from his feet as I flipped a wide round house kick. Connecting with him in mid air, and the followthrough with my foot planting down onto the ground, and his back snapping. His yelling in pain was rather loud. Reaching over, I touched the man's forehead, and through the force, I put pressure on his heart, and mind. Crushing both at the same time caused him almost no pain.

Honestly, I didn't mean to break his back. if I had hit his head, then I would have killed him or at the very least knocked him out. Yet, I had to end his life because his body was half dead anyways. No point in making him live through the pain. Shaking my head, I, for the third time, got onto the coms with the Viceroy.

"These troops are yours. Take them. Unless you want me to take lead Sir."

[member="Derek Dib"], [member="Averin An'Arach"], [member="Lola An'Arach"], [member="Saria Messoa"], [member="Koda Zaylr"],

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Post: 2
Objective: Dropping off supplies at a mine
Allies: [member="Saria Messoa"]

Koda chuckled. "Look at you, giving out orders. I didn't think you had it in you." That was meant only in jest, and she hoped the girl did not take it so personally. She hated it when people took jokes personally. But some of what Koda said was partially true. Saria really didn't seem to have a commanding bone of leadership in her body. You really needed a dominant personality to be a leader and...well...Saria just wasn't. Koda laughed again, bringing her right hand up for a mock salute. "Aye aye, captain,"

Turning, she headed for her own quarters. Once there, she ditched the cloak that she had worn the day before, she had used it as a blanket in the cockpit. Dropping the scarf carelessly on the floor, she changed into slim black pants, a sleeveless top that matched the pants in both colour and tightness, and tall brown boots. She slipped a pair of brown leather bracers over her arms and strapped her blaster to her leg.

Once she was washed up, she headed to the cargo hold. As expected, she had arrived before Saria. There was a whistle over the intercoms, followed by a slight bounce as the ship touched down. The gangplank lowered, Copper's doing. Koda activated the hover plate on the bottom of her crate, doing the same to the next one behind her. When Saria arrived, she tapped the crate. "Take this and follow me." She began pushing her own crate outside and into the spaceport, which was surprisingly empty. No workers running around, not even any guards asking for identification and business. "Huh...weird." She turned back to Saria. "There's something weird going on here. I don't like it."

 

[Darth Athora]

Location: Space
OBJ: Defeat The Defense Fleet

The battle continued to rage on in space with the Tomuon fleet being the clear superior force as the Cristhophsis fleet dwindled until their were down to a single cruiser. The Tomuon fleet slowly approached the lone cruiser, surrounding the vessel on all sides. The captain of the ship was distracted from the viewport by a hologram of Admiral Zahori Denko. "Your fleet is defeated. Surrender now and I won't have your ship ripped apart." she offered. It was rare for Zahori to offer surrender, but this was not a sanctioned attack so she was feeling somewhat generous.

Before the captain could surrender, however, the power went out in the Wraith Warden suddenly. Emergency lights activated. "What happened?!" Zahori roared. The droids on the bridge were frantically trying to get systems restored as they ran about. "Not sure, Admiral. It's like something just cut the power in the ship." the droid reported. Zahori took her lightsaber hilt in her hand and left the bridge. She had a feeling that there were intruders aboard her ship that required immediate purging.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Kallisto Mines
Objective: Protect the mines from looters (and steal)
Allies: [member="Derek Dib"] [member="Averin An'Arach"] [member="Ignis Imura"] [member="Saria Messoa"] [member="Koda Zaylr"]
Post: 4


Lola nodded at Averin, but her eyes were brimmed with worry. She really wanted to do right by her husband, but fething hell, I’m rubbish with a blaster. Jumping beside her spouse in the speeder, she marveled at the beauty of Christophsis, the surreal green crystal landscape impossibly dream-like.

“But I want to…” she began to protest when Averin suggested she stay behind a nearby ridge, until a couple of bullets whizzed overhead, ricocheting off the crystal-infused stone overhead. “Okay, sounds good to me.”

She watched with bated breath as he rejiggered the auto turret and rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat! Numerous pirates fell down dead, and she turned her head away flinching at the gore. But when Averin bounded up, she grabbed his hand as he offered it to her, and as he pulled her to her feet, they both walked confidently to the mine entrance to report in with CIS officials.

“By the way, this mine is owned by a Princess. I wonder if we’ll see her today.” Thais Kallisto was one of the youngest rulers in the galaxy and this fascinated Lola who was not much older. Her only experience with royalty was on Indupar and they tended to be old and jaded, not young, beautiful and laden with gems and jewelry like the fabled Princess Kallisto.

 

[Averin An'Arach]

Location: Kallisto Mine
Objective: 4. Protect the mine from the other thieves
Allies: [member="Lola An'Arach"] | [member="Ignis Imura"] | [member="Derek Dib"] | [member="Saria Messoa"] | [member="Koda Zaylr"]
Post: 3

As Averin and Lola make their way towards the mine, he is sure to plug a few more pirates to make sure everyone knows whose side they are on. Considering the swath he'd cut through the pirates just a few minutes ago he wasn't too worried but he'd hate to be shot at by his allies... Before he had a chance to earn it by stealing some crystals. Averin grins cheekily as he greets the defenders.

"Hello! I am Averin and this is Lola, he heard the call for defenders and we are reporting for duty!"

Perhaps being so cavalier in a war zone would be grating but he was still firing off shots as he did it to make it less so. While he waited to see if they'd be given orders or whatever he looked at Lola. "A princess eh? You know I always wanted to sleep with a princess... Ah, but that is the idle fancy of a young man before he was married of course." He adds with a teasing grin, knowing full well his wife would probably happily drag the woman to bed... With or without him.

 

[Saria Messoa]

Post: 3
Objective: Work with [member="Koda Zaylr"] to deliver the cargo.

"Look at you, giving out orders. I didn't think you had it in you."

Saria blushed at the comment, slouching back a little. She hadn't meant to sound or be commanding. She hoped she wasn't too harsh. The girl didn't have anything in her really that was leadership material. Her whole mentality through high school had been to try and get by with as little attraction to herself as possible. She wasn't a leader by nature, or much of a leader at all. Saria giggled nervously, "No, I don't. Not really, but I know fashion, so," she gave a playful shrug, "Here I am."

Koda gave her a fake salute and Saria buried her face in her hands, dying of embarrassment. Welp, that was the last she'd try and do that.

When she met Koda in the cargohold, Saria had recovered rather fully from her embarrassment. She grabbed the handles on both sides of the crate Koda had tapped and hefted it with a grunt. It was on the heavier side, but Saria had grown up on a farm. She was pretty used to working with her hands. She remembered having to help carry the bales of barq into the bar with dad and her brothers during harvest time. Barq went bad pretty fast, it didn't leave them much time. Thankfully, the local schools understood, and often let out for two weeks to help the farms out who needed the help of their children.

When they stepped out Saria could feel her stomach sour. It made her limbs feel weaker, and she lost her grip on the crate. Saria had to set it down, but it came down so hard she might as well dropped it. She knew it wasn't nerves, and she knew it wasn't something she ate. This sort of thing only happened when bad things were about to happen.

"There's something weird going on here. I don't like it."

Saria nodded, wrapping her arms around her stomach. "There's something wrong here. Something bad is gonna--" she was cut off with the sound of blaster fire echoing from down the hall.

[member="Lola An'Arach"] I [member="Ignis Imura"] I [member="Derek Dib"] I @Anyone at the mine I missed​

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Objective: 1
Location: Front Lines
Doing: Reinforce secondary front
Post: 3

Kurenai was kneeling behind cover with a few Apex Commandos, both organics and droids assigned to her command, standing around her as she took the call from [member="Aya Clarke"]. "tanks being used as heavy artillery emplacements, and stronger forces, but ancient weaponry and defences, me and my men can handle it just fine, though less traditional methods might be more effective in this instance, but I can assure you well have things dealt with quickly". The call ended and Kurnai beckoned her men to come closer, placing a holo device on the ground.

"Here our objective, the defence forces AAT, old CIS relics, but still pack a punch and manoeuvrable, our forces are experiencing heavy resistance due to these, though I doubt our small division of troops will turn the tide in a frontal assault". "As such We will be doing what Apex does best, behind enemy lines operations, and group sneaking missions, though in this case we are going to combine them into on operations". Her hand pointed to the map in hand, showing different positions.

"The problem with this planet is its long walk ways and kill zones, one of the main terrain advantages defending units have, and makes things difficult to get past without being noticed, but not impossible". The image zoomed in on [member="Aut-X"] current AO, “The main force is advancing at a steady up this path way, while these section here, and here on the side are holding our forces”. She pointed to each side of the main area where the defence forces where held up.

“We will split up into 4, 6 member teams, with one member as the sneaker going behind enemy lines while the other 5 are their support skirmish team, providing intel and distraction the enemy so they don’t discover what we are up to” “I want zero castles on our side, and few on the enemy, I’ll be going in as sneaker on team 1, the rest of you can assign your own members”.
“Team 1 and 2 on the east side, team 3 and 4 west side, sneakers are to avoid all contact with the emeny, don’t engage them in combat either, this is a strictly a sneaking mission, got that, only the skirmish members are to engage, but in limited time frames”. All the squad members gave a definitive nod, “Alright, operation N313 is a go”

 

[Derek Dib]

Location: the mine
Objective: #4
Post: #4

"We have the vantage point, so we'll finish culling the rest of these pirates. If the mine has any anti aircraft artillery I'd suggest getting them prepared in case that second wave doesn't take the hint that this location is not a soft target of opportunity."

Changing frequencies he switched to his guards' channel.

"I want the right and left flank to move forward in pincers. The center will retreat several meters and attempt to draw the enemy in. Once that happens we hit them hard. Remember your arcs of fire."

Rising to his feet he fired several wild shots before falling back. The soldiers with him mirrored his actions and new vigor filled the pirates as they were drawn forward in false thoughts of victory. Leaping over a large formation he dropped out of sight of the event and monitored his troops. Once in position he gave the order.

"Eliminate hostiles with extreme prejudice."

The soldiers of the Royal guard began chewing through the pirates in three fronts as the folly of the pirate actions became apparent. Red tinged eyes noticed the couple approaching from the other direction so Derek commed Ignis once more.

"While we wrap up these unpleasantries would you like to greet our approaching guests?"

Then Derek rose to aid the assault on the remnants of the pirate ground force.

[member="Averin An'Arach"][member="Lola An'Arach"][member="Ignis Imura"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Kallisto Mines
Objective: Protect the mines from looters (and steal)
Allies: [member="Derek Dib"] [member="Averin An'Arach"] [member="Ignis Imura"] [member="Saria Messoa"] [member="Koda Zaylr"]
Post: 5

The kiffar native did not enjoy killing, but when a murderous enemy stood between the An’Arachs and their goal, she had no qualms about putting a blaster bolt into a smelly pirate. Besides isn’t this what they were getting paid for? To protect the Confederacy and its independent governments?

“Since when were you fascinated by a Princess, Cap’n?” she asked her eyebrows raising. She winked in an exaggerated manner and then thought about that for a second. “Oh I suppose a scruffy-looking nerf herder like you always dreamed of marrying up, hm?”

In the pandemonium, there didn’t appear to be anyone in charge, or if they were, they were off defending the mines. Lola wondered just how many and what kind of valuables were kept on the premises because it seemed like the CIS had thrown a lot man and firepower at the current problem. But perhaps like any insurrection, the risk to Christophsis as a whole was greater than just a bunch of stolen crystals.

The kiffar turned and began to button Averin’s shirt, straightening a wayward label, trying to make him look presentable. “I have an idea.” She quickly tied her own long hair back, smoothing out the flyaways. She also hoped Averin didn't mind her taking charge as sometimes her ideas had a way of going south quickly.

“Excuse me,” she said to one of the CIS guards. “I’m a diplomat from Kiffu and this is my translator. We have a meeting with the Princess today.” She tried to emulate the speech patterns of the Indupar nobles to which she’d been exposed. The guard actually nodded and began to take them down a more secure corridor. “I hope you know a few dozen galactic languages, love,” she whispered.

 

[Averin An'Arach]

Location: Kallisto Mines
Objective: 4. Protect then loot crystals
Allies: [member="Lola An'Arach"] | [member="Derek Dib"] | [member="Saria Messoa"] | [member="Ignis Imura"] | [member="Koda Zaylr"]
Posts: 4

Averin snorts at his wife's words. She was the only person he'd shared anything of his childhood with so her response doesn't surprise him. "Hey, us scoundrels have to dream big. It is all we have after all." So far things were going not terribly, they weren't being shot by the CIS which was ideal. However, his darling wife got an idea in her head. His plan had been to wait until the tail end of the battle and then steal some crystals while people were dealing with the cleanup. Simple, clean and more than likely it would work without upsetting toooooo many people maybe.

Lola though went right up to one of the soldiers and... OH BY THE FORCE. He manages to keep a straight face as they are lead down a hallway. "I can." He says, his ability to speak languages well known to his wife. "However, there is the small issue of Kiffu not having any diplomats." He whispers into her ear as they are lead down the hall. What in the name of hell had Lola been thinking? This was going to end poorly he could taste it. Okay, stay calm fake it till you make it. Maybe the princess wasn't that well versed in politics and they could bluff their way through this.

 

[Aya Clarke]

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• Location: Planetary Capital
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• Objectives: 1 (Assist in assault) and 6 (Obligatory BYOO: Locate General Aut-X and determine his state)
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• Equipment: Sword and Plate armor
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• Bodyguards: Two Magnaguards
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• Post 3
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Well that wasn't working, what were the odds Aut-X was on a different frequency? Aya was willing to bet on it, and gambling was a grievous sin (well, excessive gambling). She shook her head and sighed, making sure her helmet's face mask was brought down, covering her face with the durasteel as she motioned to the magnaguards. "Well that's just lovely. General Clarke to OM-17, divert a regiment of your troops to my position, I'm moving to the FOB on foot and my troops are effectively decommissioned. Move with all possible haste." With that done, Clarke could focus on walking, her Magnaguards walking behind, staffs thrumming with electric energy as she made her way closer and closer to the FOB. She really would give Aut-X a piece of her mind if he'd swapped frequencies without authorization, even if it should've been expected. She wasn't exactly fond of treking long distances in her armor like this after all.

Especially out in the open, where she could be shot at. Though amazingly it was a rather calm walk for the most part, having made several long stretches before the first shot whizzed past her head. Immediately, she ignited the energy shield of her gauntlet, the disk of energy taking the next shot as both she and her guards moved behind a nearby building, with the firepower building up. Goddess watch over me.... her silent prayer echoed in her head as she watched the streaks of energy whistle into the ground around the only opening out of the alley she had forced herself into. She was now pinned down, with only her sword and two staffs to protect herself. The bolts were roughly ground level, thankfully, so it wasn't a case of sniper fire, and she could wait for her reinforcements from OM-17, as she drew her blade.

She might also have wandered close to Yumi's theater of battle, which would be a boon to her attempt at stealth.

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OM-17 responded in the affirmative to his General's orders, turning to a section of B2 and B1 battle droids before ordering them off to rescue their dear general. He did get approached by one of the other 'officer droids' under Aut-X's command, who questioned what exactly he was doing. To this, the B1 droid responded simply. "General Clarke ordered reinforcements at her position. I'm following her orders." With that said, OM-17 rejoined the assault alongside Aut-X's troops, though now almost certainly the message of a second General's arrival would reach Aut-X's audio receptors, as the questioning droid relayed the information to OM-5


[member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Aut-X"]

 

[Rapax]

Location: Christophsis wilds
Objective: BYOO (#justjartthings)
Equipment: In bio
Allies: [member="Lady Psyona"]
Post: 2

He simply sat down in lotus position as he watched Psyona talk with the keeper and explain who they are, He heard her curiosity peek when she spoke of the Unifying force theory it was something he never heard of before however he wanted to learn from this keeper even if its simple theories to possible abilities and gifts, Such interesting things these gatekeepers protectors of there knowledge but it makes them a pest for those who wish to learn quick and simple but if that where the case alot of people would be learning and knowing of various abilities and techniques and it would be a whole new type of galaxy then it is now. But he sat and listened as she explained who the Mandragora are and there faith, Hopefully the keeper will be satisfied with the answere but theres a chance it will not be but he wont say anything unless the keeper asks him directly.

 

[Grace Darkson]

Location: Christophsis wilds
Objective: BYOO (#justjartthings)
Equipment: In bio, Notable Item: Holocron From Metus
Allies: [member="Rapax"]
Post: 3

"Dathomir is far from Ryloth. How did the book come to your group?" The figure's voice seemed to drip with doubt as he spoke. There was some cause, after all. The Dathomiri were unlikely to have boarded starships to Ryloth most days. How it had happened that the book had found its way halfway across the galaxy, she wasn't sure. But the Gatekeeper would want an answer. "What traditions did you carry over from your ancestors? What did you change?"

Cold yellow eyes studied the Holocron. So he understood who the witches were. "Our ancestors came over to Ryloth before the Four Hundred-Year Darkness. Much of our history before the Reemergence is lost to us, and although we strive to refind it, we may not succeed for some time." Her voice was calm, surprisingly so for anyone who knew her. The lack of information would have been only shared with a tone of disappointment. Her level tone had to be intentional. "We follow our totems, ancient Spirits who guide us in our paths to Power. They claim us and grant us abilities for our allegiance." He was still studying her. "As for our differences from our sisters on Dathomir, we are not Matriarchal, nor do we hold the same beliefs in Slavery as they do. Moreover, we are not inherently light nor dark, as the Nightsisters or the various Clans of Dathomir are."

"I see." There was a quiet as he studied the woman, before turning to Rapax. "So, you are a Shaman, yes?" Lifeless eyes burrowed into the gurlanin. "What does such a rank mean? And what makes you worthy of it?"

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn stared out at the capitol of Christophsis boredly. This would be the second time he had attacked the planet for the CIS. He watched from the command platform as the artillery fell down upon the city. He smiled as the tall skyscrapers that dotted the landscape collapsed beneath the assault. His Giant Drouk and Rancor warbeast had artillery mounted to their backs. The artillery pieces belched smoke as they fired and the surrounding area was covered in a thick haze.

The smell of gunpowder permeated the air and Causstik’s tongue flicked the wind. The taste of blood was strong and Causstik’s wolfish grin grew wider. He turned to his warband and eyed the warriors carefully with his one good eye. The Trandoshan warriors were seasoned troopers ready and willing to do whatever their warchief commanded. It was a motley band of T’doshok with mismatched armor and a variety of different weaponry. Standard bearers peppered the ranks and they beat on hide war drums with their hands.

Causstik raised his arms high in the air “ATTACK!” He roared as the last of the artillery fell upon the city. The Trandoshan’s let out a guttural roar and the hide drums picked up their pace. Causstik turned about and charged with his troopers, raising his Phrik sword high over his head like a club. As they came into range they were immediately greeted by enemy machine gun fire. Trandoshan warriors fell in scores, but the horde charged onwards, scrambling over the corpses of their fallen comrades and blindly firing their own weapons as they did so. Laser fire bounced of Causstik’s shield as he surged forth.

The reptilian warlord was upon the enemy lines within seconds. He entered the enemy trenches and engaged a Christophian soldier. Causstik brought his Phrik sword down upon the man’s head with all his strength. The head was cleaved in two and the sword buried itself deep within the soldiers chest cavity. Causstik wrenched the blade upwards and the body followed a few inches with it before finally dropping free. Blood and gore sprayed from the corpse and soaked the warchief making him look all the more menacing. He charged another trooper and the man screamed in terror as the large lizard fell upon him "GRAHAHA!"

 

[Daxton Bane]

Location: outside the mines
Objective: secure the mines
Enemies: looters, pirates and any hostile non CIS combantants
Allies: CIS aligned combatants.

From out of the cloud cover they came, easily three dozen TIE Alphas flying in tight triangle formation, before unleashing a barramge of ion cannon fire all over the landing zone. While it was unlikely that any of ships where shielded while they were on the ground, the air squadron did multiple passes to make sure that no one was taking to sky any time soon. Once they established air control over the landing zone, dropships began to land and disgorge hundreds of droid and alien troopers, while the aircraft began combat air patrols in the sky above to establish air superiorty.

The troops would disarm and contain anyone not carrying proper CIS markings and Id, those that would resist would be given one opportunity to surrender, otherwise they would be treated with hostile prejudice. Once the landing zone was firmly in CIS control, the troops would begin to assemble heavy weapons platforms to begin their push towards the mine entrace.

Walking down the ramp of his personal shuttle, Daxton Bane viewed the proceedings with interest to see if there was anywhere his personal touch was needed. The Dark Lord wore his scarlet and silver battle armor, his lightsabers strapped to his side, while in his arms he cradled a heavy repeating blaster carbine, as if he wanted the slightest excuse to use it today.