Invasion Your Undoing | TB Invasion of SJO held Yurb & Keldooine

[Nimue]

L O C A T I O N | The Emerald Undertow
O B J E C T I V E | Provide Support
W E A R I N G | Armour - Rings [x] [x] [x]
A L L I E S | Aurelion Nova - Juno - SJO & Friends
E N E M I E S | Seer Kalanthir - The Brynadul & Friends​

A second war. Nimue found her patience was wearing exceedingly thin for all of it. Right now, the only thing she could compare the Galaxy to was a spoiled child. One that expected their opinion to be shared across every mind that had the ability to think, and they were willing to fight for it. Aggressively.

It was a waste of time.

She wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for Aurelion. In the past month alone that little terror had dragged her kicking and screaming into two separate wars. He knew she wouldn’t leave him defenseless, and he knew she wouldn’t want him going to war alone. At first, during the battle between the Confederacy and the Agents of Chaos, she was much more willing to let him attend. Human versus human rarely went strayed from the ordinary path of war, but the Brynadul? They were overgrown cockroaches force fed the darkside until they were unbearable to look at or to interact with. If they caught hold of someone like Aurelion. Well, he wouldn’t have stayed as the same Aurelion for much longer.

Aurelion would likely feel her apprehension, though it was different to what they both felt on Rodia. This time.. It was because they were surrounded by jedi. The light side of the force. It made Nimue incredibly uncomfortable, which Aurelion would feel as well. Nimue being uncomfortable was a rare occurrence. For a large portion of the time they had already spent on the ship, Nimue had been deathly silent. She had nothing to say to the stream of jedi that bombed back and forth on the ship in anticipation of war. She had nothing to prove to them either. She was here to protect Aurelion. The fact that the Silver Jedi were aided in the process was simply good fortune.

A soft piston hiss filled the ship as the door to the meditation chambers slid open. She stiffened somewhat when Aurelion mentioned orders. She wasn’t one to take them. Ordinarily, given her position in the Silma, she was the one giving them. She especially wasn’t inclined to take orders from Jedi, but she would. For Aurelion. Flame orange eyes watched as her bond crossed the threshold to kneel on one of the seats. With no short amount of irritation at the situation in hand, Nimue joined him.

If this isn’t worthwhile, young Master… Her voice was hollow as it trickled into his head. It wasn’t a chastisement, or a threat of any kind, but her tone was harsh. A little more unwilling than the Jedi master that had claimed Aurelion, Nimue joined hands. Her magik was dark, and theirs was light. It worked for Nimue and Aurelion, because they had been forced to bond, but she was unsure what kind of effect it would have on minds that were more… unused to such darkness. Still, she would try. She had promised Aurelion she would.

However, the minute they joined hands to impress their meditation on all willing, they were met with a rather aggressive backlash.

Nimue… laughed. Out loud and in response to the harrowing screech that filled their minds. Untangling her fingers from Aurelions, she shook her head. Surprise had been in their enemies favour, but Nimue was no human. She was no Jedi. She was no weak or feeble minded child. She was vampirika. She was Silma, a seer, a master of the force. She was dark, and just as dangerous as the bugs that crawled steadily toward them. “Aurelion, my dear, continue with your meditation. I will handle this.” It was better this way anyway. There was no way the mixture of dark and light meditation would help much, so she was pleased for the chance to break away and focus on something different.

Nimue visibly relaxed, till her shoulders dropped dramatically. For the first time since Aurelion had met her, she closed her eyes to shut out the distractions of the ship.

The thick crimson shield of smoke was a dominant present in the force. She did not need to close her eyes to see it, or to feel it, but it helped. After inhaling the stale ship air deeply, the outward breath saw a powerful wave of dark force cascade over the Jedi ship, reaching out to seek what tried to stop them. When she found it, their forces clashed like two bulls locking horns. Nimue pushed at it. With all the determination and strength of a woman who had seen nearly half a millennium of life, and who had spent that time drowned in the dark side of the force.

”Fool.” She called out to Seer Kalanthir . ”Your first mistake was assuming everyone aboard this ship feeble.” Her presence was just as dominating as his, and it would attack the wall he put up again and again. ”Your second was thinking that you would not be met with a fight.” Mercilessly. Until there were cracks she could slip in too. It would be a battle of the wills, and of the mind, but Nimue was ready.​

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[Nyx N1X3]

Location: C7 Ruins -> D7 Siege Tower, Yurb
Objective: Engage, Explore, and Cripple a Siege Tower at D7
Allied Command: Confederacy of Independent Systems & Silver Jedi Order
Enemy Command: The Brynadul
Equipment: NX Harvester | TDW L-7 Pistol | NX Shroud | Micro-Light Shield | Jam Buster Comlink | Bayonets | CryoBan Grenades | Smoke Canisters | LNK Scythe Fighter

War was a new circumstance in which Nyx found herself. She'd participated in what amounted as... conflicts before, but nothing quite like what she found herself experiencing today. Truth be told, from her observation of organics and creation of subroutines to mimic them, Nyx felt quite 'blessed' to not have the emotional or carefully balanced neuro-chemical physiology of organics. What soon followed was utter pandemonium, to use the organic penchant for embellishment.

First, the Bryn'adul's forces began to land. Not as a coordinated line of officers and soldiers as more might expect, ready to advance as a wall, but as a distributed mesh right on top of their intended target -- the outpost containing civilians and Silver Jedi. Naturally this resulted in casualties as the enemy troops deployed well within range of air defense and ground defense all at once. There was little need to sight-in, calibrate for distance, or wait for the enemy approach.

That said it had complicated her own position, but she digressed.

The landing of the Siege Towers to her West (C4 - C6) and North (D7) were quite the sight as well. Just in their descent alone the droid could tell they were going to be problematic. Both in touchdown and their probable use in battle. These were hardly small units that would scurry toward the shield generator, throwing themselves upon it. In fact, ignoring the pods, the Bryn'adul seemed to use a number of cruiser-sized creatures, which likely served in both a combat and troop deployment role.

Perhaps, if Nyx had been activated at the time, this would be akin to fighting the Vong? She hoped so. In truth, there was a reason for her interest in today's affair. Supporting the Silver Jedi Order as their interests could align with those of the Confederacy quite easily was the obvious objective. Learning about the Bryn'adul and any force like them, however, was an equally important role.

With that in mind, as the sand was forcibly displaced resulting in a sandstorm that would obfuscate almost the entire forward stretch of the battlefield, Nyx N1X3 left her position among the ruins and set out at full speed toward one of the landed Towers. It was not exceptionally difficult to see even with the sand thrown into the air. Though Nyx would, once again, require a healthy oil bath when this was all over. To think how the grits of sand would endlessly chew away at her if proper maintenance was not performed... Such thoughts would be the nightmares of droids.

The sand should cover her relocation from enemy troops that had landed East (C8) and South (B7) of her position. Their eyes would be blinded for it after hers, and she would be in the cloud before they had a chance to monitor. Timing was critical, of course. From the appearance of the Siege Towers as they descended, an obvious means of access could not be seen -- much like any ship that'd traveled through space. It would be necessary to secure a new position closer to whatever it was to avoid detection and also to find a means of entry.

And for that, Nyx did the only logical thing. Allowed herself to be buried in the sand nearby as it settled -- with a little manual help and curling up to reduce sand exposure.

It wouldn't be too terribly long before the ground trembled distinctly with the motion of the nearby Siege Tower. A good signal that a humble droid should lift her optical units from the sand to witness whatever it was this thing did. What it did seemed to amount to standing up into the air and depositing a great many troops between her and the generator. Unexpected, though not necessarily unwelcome.

Yes, its loud horn was quite terrifying, Nyx imagined. Especially for the organics that were not Jedi or soldiers in the outposts. Perhaps later she would analyze it in an attempt to decipher a language -- though that too could benefit from more samples. Then there was another noise; though this one Nyx hardly needed to sample or analyze. a squadron or two of starfighters ( Shuklaar Kyrdol ) had evidently dropped an array of missiles among the troops in C8 and B7. A beneficial turn to keep those units occupied while Nyx worked.

Sand slid from her chassis as Nyx rose from the blanket the hostile forces had provided. Now was no time to recharge. There was a suitable target, and a distracted enemy host to take advantage of. That this Siege Tower unveiled itself in such a way that her sensors could identify a number of ways inside was so much the better. Might save a droid from being required to scale such a monstrosity using her knives.

Nyx set off at once over the relatively shorter distance before the Tower got well under way -- not that it moved all that quickly, and could likely be kept up with. Running among them as one might a herd of animals, however, was not her intention.

Spear in hand, the droid identified what appeared to be a means inside of the creature. Likely how troops were dispersed, or perhaps recovered. Her hand reached out to trigger it to open. When the carapace opened her red, glowing eyes beheld an empty chamber. Likely, they saw no need for guards. Who charged through the enemy ranks to gain access to a Siege Tower already emptied of its cargo?

Well, someone that felt a mobile fortress should not be tolerated, and one that desired to learn more of the enemy. Nyx, for instance.

She slipped inside and began to explore ( Tathra Khaeus ), documenting everything that appeared on sensors as she went. This low in the organic tissue might not have the choicest samples, however. No, she should find its more critical systems -- life support, power, and command. Yes, one of those would do nicely. All three of them if possible. After that she'd need to determine if there was an effective means of bringing such a creature down. Something efficient. Ideally from the outside, but Nyx would not complain so long as the blow was swift and decisive.

Tag: Luna Terrik | Haastal Haran | The Monster | Shuklaar Kyrdol | Kyra Perl | Tathra Khaeus

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Location: Yurb
Objective: Defend Yurb
Allies: Reshmar Ura Iolar Eugen Barca Jyoti Nooran
Enemies: Ver'kad Inuk

Yurb Atmosphere​

The thirty-two attack craft sped after the enemy vessels as they began their landing on the world of Yurp. Behind them, the twelve pickets followed opening up on the landers as they made planetfall. Laser bolts fired saturating the landing zone with a constant hail of fire, Concussion missile, Plasma torpedoes, energy bombs, and turbolaser bolts bombarded the Bryn’Adul landing force as they touched down.

“Blue five, tighten up,” said Colonel Mays over the squadron channel. The Bombers of Blue squadron shot down through the planet's atmosphere ever closer to their targets. The group burst through the clouds and into visual contact with the landing force. “Rodger Lead, one it.” replied the pilot as he moved his bomber closer to the formation. The group of six bombers shot down towards the world like a lightning bolt. The steep dive was a maneuver they had practiced a thousand times in simulators and on live training runs. This however was a very different situation as the majority of the pilots in the group were green as a newborn Rodian.

“Lead to blue, we are moving in to make our run. Weapons free set your bombs to impact enable. Three on me, FIve and Seven left Nine and Eleven right. Lets hit m hard and get back to Concordia.” said the squad commander as the six bombers dived at the landing zone. The skies erupted in a flash as fire from below began to fill the skies before the squadron with heavy barrages of fire. Blue seven broke right, spinning three hundred and sixty degrees to avoid a blast from the monsters below barely making it past a second shot from below. The six bombers moving ever closer to the alien creatures and their monstrous forms. “Deploy!” shouted Blue one over the come as the bomber reached their drop altitude. The six bombers broke releasing their advanced EIC-2 EMVI Missiles. The two lead bombers pulled up and broke to the left as fire slammed against their shielding. Blue Nine and eleven broke right and began their climb back out of the atmosphere dodging fire from below. Blue seven broke and turned up to climb away then realized their wing was not with them. “Blue nine Climb” shouted Seven over the squadron channel. No response came from his wingmates. “Eight, you see then,” he asks the man sitting behind him. Blue eight looked at the tracking screen and located the icon that depicted their wingmates bomber. “They are still diving,” said the man as he began running after run checks. A flash of light and a rumble shook the bomber as more flak and energy erupted from below. Then a moment later the icon of Blue nine disappeared. Seven cursed under his breath then turned to dodge more fire from below. Behind them the EMVI missiles they launched fell towards their targets down on the landing zone below and the awaiting monsters of the Bryn’Adul. “Lead we lost Nine,” he said over the coms knowing Their squadron commander already knew. He needed to say the words, needed to speak for his friends. They would not make it home, would not be at the victory party, would never again drink in the officer lounge. They would be sorely missed by all and Seven knew this. He knew as bad as he was feeling One would be feeling it more. It was his command. They were his responsibility, now they were his family. He was more than a leader, more than a commander he had been their friend, their father, and their demon since they had left the academy. Now they would return to Concordia with two fewer family members and two empty holes in their hearts.

On their way up out of the atmosphere bolts of turbolaser fire erupted from above the clouds followed a moment later by massive Wake-class pickets breaking through the clouds in thier way down to harass the enemy below.

Yurb Orbit​

Reshmar watched his attack wing move down towards the planet in chase of the alien landing craft. The six squadrons and twelve pickets had moved in on the aliens landing zone saturating it with fire. In space the situation was far more tenuous. The Bryn’adul fleets and the forces of the Silver Jedi were engaged in a very long-range game. Gir’s forces had begun to move in as had the other escorting Silver forces. A new fleet had arrived on the far side of the planet and His forces and the stations sat over the world in orbit. The ships of his formation sat well outside weapons range currently and were of no use to the fleet now moving on the enemy formation in the distance. Reshmar looked at the hologram and the bomber squadrons now moving back up out of the atmosphere to rearm then at the enemy ships in the distance.

“Captain, inform Concordia to stay in orbit and support atmosphere operations. Have the remaining fleet form up on Salacia.” ordered Reshmar as a plan formed in his mind. The massive ships in the distance were powerful and from every technical readout he had seen would be tough to engage. Yet they were there, they were a threat and they had to be dealt with. “Make our course thirty degrees from Girs formation and show them our prows. Have Hespera and Juventas form up chevron left formation. Hughes and Farragate right with Makan and Torran flanking the formation for defensive support. Give them an angled look at us captain.” Ordered Reshmar as a picture began to form in his mind of how to approach the massive vessels.

Spoiler: Fleet

Concordia-class Battle Carrier
“Salacia”
“Hespera”
“Juventas”
“Concordia”
MC30d Admonition-class Assault Frigate
“Makan”
“Torran”
Achilles-class Assault Cruiser
“Hughes”
“Farragate”
12 MPT10 Wake-class Multi-role Picket

Spoiler: Action Report

Yurb Atmosphere
2 fighter squadrons (24) and 3 bomber squadrons (18) followed Second Wave forces down to the planet and bombarded the landing zone.
12 Pickets followed Second Wave down and are bombarding the landing zone.
5 Bombers and 7 fighters lost in the initial bombardment run to enemy fire.
13 Bombers returning to the carrier to rearm
17 Fighters remaining to support Pickets now moving in on landing zone.

Yurb Orbit
Concordia remained behind to support Operations in the Yurb Atmosphere.
Battlegruop formed into Chevron formation and moving at a thirty-degree right angle to Silver fleets and Enemy formation moving into long-range weapons range.

 

[Enlil]

Location: Breaking Hyperspace, outside Yurb atmo
Nearby: Kahne Porte , Abaigeal E'ron

The stars began to streamline and their ship rocked to and fro as the heavy impacts of haphazard turbolaser fire glanced their shields. A most unfortunate downside to jumping into a hot zone was doing so blind. They'd prepared to blast full speed down into atmosphere, and so diverted all power from the weapon systems. That alone had probably saved them.

The King stared down at Yurb, debris from the space battle all that stood between them and the war below. He clipped two of the grenades to his own waistline and offered the others to Kahne and Abaigeal. They would be able to cover more ground and do more good with them than he would be able to on his own.

For now, they braced. There was an AI to do the navigating from here on. It spun and reeled as the ship dipped its nose and began the breathtaking descent into madness.

Silence gripped the two Jedi and the displaced wanderer. There was an odd peace there, in the calm before the storm. None of them needed to break it.

It would break all on its own.

In 3...

 

[Osam]

Objective B
Equipment: In First Post
Allies: Galak | Krarolk T'manu | Sarask Hiskt | Kyrim Tenebris
Enemies: The Monster | Thirdas Heavenshield | Niamh Raste | Tulan Kor | @Shield Outpost Lads

Location - Moving to Shield, D4

The opposition were making their moves it seemed. Across the sky, Osam observed as distant and hammering firepower laid into what he could only assume had been friendly positions. He had observed too as the great siege beasts had been brought down from orbit, slamming harshly into the area around Edsert, and creating a massive blast of sand and detritus throughout the surrounding area. The fact that the beasts had stricken so hard seemed indicative that there were still fights taking place somewhere above them, though in truth, perhaps their usual deployment simply involved such hard-hitting tactics. Osam, despite his age, had not seen one of the siege beasts land before.

As the Major marched alongside his squad of Sraelvun, he became acutely aware of the presence of an outpost nearby. It was difficult to discern just how much fighting was taking place there, but he recognized that his own objectives did not involve stopping to face every increment of resistance along the way. Galak in his wisdom as Emissary would no doubt deploy an adequate number of forces to deal with the threat present at the outpost, while the remainder of the forces would continue their march to the shield.

The foes would almost certainly be arriving very soon to face them en masse, Osam considered, gazing out at the spectacle of Edsert's shield as they drew steadily closer to it. They would no doubt lash out like animals as their own entrapment became steadily more apparent, and the butchers of the Bryn'adul would need to slaughter them where they stood to guarantee their entry into the city and the proper deployment of the beast they escorted.

"Marksman. Watch for approaching hostiles. Blow them apart." He commanded of his squad's Sraelvun sniper, soliciting a hiss of compliance and a prompt scouring of the area with their rifle. Suddenly, there was a presence of hostile air support nearby, with the Brute Gunboats apparently beginning to quarrel with them in the air. Perhaps it might have been futility to strike out at enemy gunships with blaster rifles, or even with basic slugthrowers, but the Spikers that so many of them wielded were heavy weapons at their finest, designed to blow through enemy armor and singe whatever occupied it.

Even as the gunships opened fire on the Brutes and Drone forces below, dropping bodies with deadly efficiency -- the cluster missiles launched were particularly effective in creating gaps in the horde, Osam raised his own Spiker and replied, sending the superheated metal rounds towards the front of the gunships, and attempting to damage either critical systems with the heavy rounds, or else to strike at the men within them.

Tactical Analysis

• Took fire from Shuklaar Kyrdol 's gunboats (infantry casualties, I'm leaving the gunships to Galak since those are especially his toys.)
• Returned fire on the gunboats using Spiker rifles
• Set personal squad marksman on 'Overwatch'

 

[Kahne Porte]

Location: Hyperspace
Objective: Rendezvous with Jedi and Allied Forces.
Allies: Enlil Abaigeal E'ron

Kahne listened to what the King had stated in regards to the grenades. The Jedi took one and clipped it to his belt. Kahne was open to doing what was necessary to aid the Silvers in their fight. While Kahne was a Jedi Master first and foremost. He wasn't the most average Jedi. There was things that he would be open to doing to rid the galaxy of those that looked to do harm against the weak and helpless. A Jedi perhaps, something more so than that.

Kahne closed his eyes for a brief moment as he took a deep breath and centered himself with the force and exhaled slowly. Silence overtook the trio, as they began their descent. The Jedi Master opened his eyes and glanced towards Enlil and Abaigeal for a brief moment before he looked ahead.

"Steady...." Kahne said just above a whisper. "May the force be with us." Kahne spoke in a soft yet determined tone. He had those that were counting on him, and he was counting on them as well.

Here we go again...

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Objective: B
Equipment: Kasurigamax2.
Location: On the ground.
Allies: Bryn'adul Osam Galak
Enemies: Anyone not Bryn’adul.
Forces: Lonesome.

Soon, the rest of the gunships appeared, which was good, as she didn’t want to be caught out in the open with the only cover being a crashed gunship with an unknown amount of survivors. Being caught by gunfire wouldn’t be very good for her, especially since most gunfire is hot, which she isn’t the best at surviving. She moved swiftly behind a landing gunboat, watching the others pour out from them, as well as those from the crashed ship.

She saw a fair few interesting-looking ones. She decided to simply follow their lead at a distance, and engage any people of note she could find, which were usually the ones with bright glowing and hot blades. Of course, she wasn't averse to striking them in the back. She walked toward some of her fellow Bryn’adul, loitering a bit. She couldn’t exactly just shoot people, she had no spikers after all. She looked up toward the sky, gunboats were fighting in the air. She didn’t really like this planet. It wasn’t the best for hiding, she preferred the one with trees and lakes she could swim in.

 

[Syd Celsius]

It wasn't long before, predictably, Syd had aggro'd every damn Bryn in her immediate vicinity. Multiple soldiers surrounded her from all directions, desperate to halt the mysterious creature's advance to the shield wall, taking heat off defending rangers even as the terrifyingly precise and powerful twisters of flame she conjured ripped and tore into their ranks, both blades on her spinning lightsaber deflecting blaster bolts from all quarters, flesh moving unnaturally on her skeleton as she channeled the Force. She had seen what these savages had done to other worlds. They were getting everything that was coming to them.

Syd took care to make sure the flames followed her rather than linger and endanger any of the civilians or defending soldiers as she drew fire for others to have a breather , leaving masses of cooked Bryn soldiers, burned to a crisp, bodies twisted unnaturally as she walked through the burning slaughter, to the point Bryn actually started to run from her, but the killing didn't stop, her flame twisters killing off the stragglers in the immediate area until only one remained, just barely keeping out of reach of the twisters as he ran for his life...

The creature Force pulled him, impaling him through the chest.

The Witch willed the flames to cease instantly all around her, her flesh setting back to normal. No one in this area who had fought her had thus far survived.

Syd sensed distress nearby and cautious held out her lightsaber as she walked to investigate it.

She wished she could have gotten here earlier but she had been on assignment infiltrating a cartel in the Pyke Syndicate on Eufornis. There simply had been too much on her plate.

Syd began to look for other ways to make herself useful. She spotted gunships and grinned flying off at top speed towards them, slowing the blaster bolts they directed at her and batting them back at their source mid flight, landing on top of the hull and driving her blade into it, wrenching a circle slowly into the hull while the world spun, the pilot of the gunboat desperately trying to shake her as she cut her way in, the piece of hull she had cut into falling inward. She got in, and if you had been close enough, you would have heard the screams of the Bryn Soldiers and Syd's lightsaber humming about.

The pilot tried to ram the gunboat into the ground, only for Syd to telekinetically lock the controls in place as she entered the cockpit, decapitating him.

The Fire suppression systems on the boat unfortunately chose that moment to kick in, fire retardant coolent spraying everywhere. The Force Spawn screeched in pain as she lost control, accidentally sending the gunboat crashing, fissures erupting on her body to vent the steam she was releasing due to the cryonic liquid interacting with her suit.

All was silent for about 007 minutes in the craft before she phased out of the wreckage, fully repaired.

Not missing a beat, her lightsaber reactivated immediately as she spotted Bryn Soldiers firing on civilians trapped in a building. She flew towards, them, both blades active as she landed amongst them, belching fire and slowing them and their projectiles with the Force to belch more fire on them and disembowel.

Suddenly, her flesh shuddered as her flames were literally forced to cease by an unknown magical Force. It could not directly harm her, but she simply could not use her flames in its presence. She looked for the source and found it, a single Bryn soldier with a silver ring on his hand displaying a glowing blue gemstone.

"A Kuraokami Tear..." Syd trailed at the soldier, her flesh rippling occasionally in the stone's presence as she casually impaled someone behind her.

"It will not save you." She stated crossly. "Surrender."

The soldier whipped out a small grenade launcher and fired it.

Syd tried to Force Push it, only to too late realize it had a magnetic lock targeter upgrade and stayed on course.

The sonic grenade detonated, and the sonic wave completely destabilized her flesh, causing it to start melting like plastic disgustingly everywhere. She was heavily weakened as she backed away, disoriented, forced to retreat as the soldier grabbed a repeater and fired on her, forcing her behind an overturned speeder as she tried to buy time to recover...

 

[Luna Terrik]

SET THE LINE

Objective: Hold em back
Time: 1210 Hours
Equipment: VAARS Rifle, Tactical Recon Handguns (2), Personal Armor, CryoBan Grenade (4), Thermal Detonator (2)
Allies: | Kyyrk | Jasmille Kavos | Nyx N1X3 | Haastal Haran | Visanj T'shkali | Aadya Volke | Taiia Locke | @Sergei | Shuklaar Kyrdol | Nimue | @Kyra Pearl | Niamh Raste |
Enemies: | Galak | Krarolk T'manu | Sarask Hiskt | Kyrim Tenebris | @Tathra Khaesu |
Post: #2

The landing of the enemies forces was much..swifter than Luna had hoped. At the very least, she was hoping that the blockade would hold back the enemy for a short amount of time, allow their forces to dig in. Not only had they not been allowed to do that, but the landing areas of these monsters was much, much closer than they should have been. The War Marshal of course understood that these Jedi weren’t generals, nor were they seasoned military veterans, for the most part. Even then, they could have given them a little bit more time.

“Karking jedi…time for us to clean up the mess, I suppose. Or at least start to.” The enemy’s landing had been quick, strategic. Practically every major installation outside the shield had some sort of monstrous force moving towards it, as the red triangles of varying sizes popping up on the holotable. As many forces as Luna had brought to this place, the enemy had brought more, and had been able to spread out quicker than she would otherwise be able to do.

However, even if the attack was spread out, there were still two major areas of conflict that would need to be decided for this battle to progress. The front line, where she had deployed The 522nd, 333rd, and 846th, had received what looked to be siege towers and more enemy forces than anywhere else on the map. It very much seemed like the enemy was willing to establish the front line there, while more strategic teams went after the shield generator and smaller outpost. A wideranging battle to be sure, but one that Luna knew how to manage. At least for the moment.

Turning to one of the captains in the room, who had been put in charge of the three divisions and their communications, the stream of orders began to flow. “Tell the men they’re cleared to fire. Same with the armor divisions. I want those carbonite missiles flying.” (C4-C5) The grizzled veteran gave the woman a salute before moving away from the table to begin relaying the orders. Those siege towers were monstrous to be sure, but the combined manpower of three divisions of soldiers, along with quite a few tanks loaded with Dtema Class Carbanite Missiles would be able to hold them back for the moment. That didn’t mean Luna was finished pounding away at that front line.

The Dauntless didn’t have much in terms of an airforce, at least, not until Shuklaar Kyrdol began creating bombers and fighters for them to use. They had brought quite a few of those as well, and it was high time to begin bringing them to the party. “Colonel Hanes,” The short, stocky human male at the opposite end of the table looked up. “Spin up the first division of bombers and direct them to lay down bombing runs on the enemy near the edge of the shield (C4-C6). Make sure they know we have men deployed near there, so danger close. Make sure the bombers have escorts too. I don’t know what these monsters are capable of flying wise.” It was time to test out exactly what these bombers could do, and just how good these green pilots could be. They hadn’t had the most time to train, and had only been barely used on Rodia, meaning this would be most of their first true engagements.

Within minutes, the bombers would be raining as much hellfire as possible along that front line, as well as the three divisions deployed there. How that area began to shape up would be quite the interesting focal point for the first few hours of the unfolding battle. What worried her more than the front line’s ability to hold it’s position was the viability of the shield generator’s defenses. They had landed there as well, but not in the size of forces she necessary thought would be necessary to crack it. Krykna company of LAWPs would no doubt be engaged with the enemy at this point (D7). All she could hope for was the men there, along with the jedi, could hold it long enough to keep the enemy from busting the shield too early. Civilian evacuations were moving slow. Too slow for her tastes.

Deployment Actions

Spoiler

• The 522nd, 333rd, and 846th, as well as their tank and walker compliments, engage with the enemy from their position (C4-C5) to the enemies position (C4-C6)
• A division of bombers and their escorts are spun up, and begin to fly out and engage with the enemy along the front line (C4-C6)
• Krykna Company engages with the enemy in hex D7 in an attempt to begin holding off shield outpost attacks

 

[Matvec Triddol]

THE FORCE IS WITH ME​

Objective: Evacuate the civilians
Equipment: Lightsaber, Robes
Tags: | Amani Serys | Ura Iolar | Tarish Galland | Barrien Siegfried | Kyra Perl | Caedyn Arenais | Nida Perl |

There had been a..slight miscalculation of the situation in Malvec mind when he first started carrying the child. See, he had believed that the family would pop up quickly, and the child would be reunited with them. Everyone would be happy and the Nautolan would be able to get back down to business of ushering the rest of the civilians out.

That was the plan, of course.

Instead, he had been carrying the child for a few minutes now without seeing the family anywhere. Setting aside the fact that the child wasn’t exactly the lightest being on this planet, there was a worrying reality that began to settle in at the back of his mind. Perhaps the family had only left the child there for a few moments, planning to come back after they took care of some other business. It was a far fetched idea, but one that gained more and more purchase in his thoughts the longer he carried the child throughout the streets.

Emotion, yet peace.

Emotion, yet peace.

Emotion, yet peace.

Repeated over and over within his mind, filling him with a sense of calmness despite the mountain of worries that threated to override it. Outwardly, he continued his attempts to keep the kid calm while they made their way through the streets in search of anyone he might know. “You live in a pretty place, kid. When this is all over, I should swing by again and you and I can find some good stuff to eat.” It was enough to get him to laugh a little bit throughout his sniffles, prompting another wide grin in reaction. Keeping his mind occupied, outside of recognizing his family, would be the best way to keep him calm, despite monsters quite literally beginning to fall from the sky.

The first person Malvec saw was..certainly not expected. A zeltron jedi of some sort, with a round droid floating nearby that looked as though it was some sort of companion. His fast jog slowed to a stop as he approached, wide grin still plastered to his face. “Nice to see someone else out here. Thought I was the only one left this far from the city center.” The kid in his arms seemed to take an interest in the droid, eyes widening and head tilting from side to side while attempting to figure exactly what it was. Noticing this, the Knight allowed the kid to slip back to the ground, where he could get a closer look at the droid.

His eyes turned from the child to meet the Zeltron’s, grin fading just the slightest as he spoke. “Name’s Malvec. I found the kid near the apartments I was helping clear out. No idea where his family is. Figured I would just run into them somewhere, but now..” He trailed over, dark eyes shifting back to the kid to watch him play with the droid. A new plan was probably needed by now, whether that be making their way to the spaceport or finding the parents some other way. It didn’t matter too much which, the child just couldn’t be in their way, or still wandering the streets, but the time the enemy finally made it inside.

 

[Reosyvern]

Objective: Insurgent - Land Near Edsert Outpost, engage combatants, and help disrupt the Shield Generator.
Equipment: None
Location: Planetside, Yurb: Edsert Outpost perimeter.
Allies: Bryn'adul
Enemies: Tarish Galland , Amani Serys , Ura Iolar , Barrien Siegfried
Forces:

Spoiler

Reosyvern
Ravager Brute (Elite combatant)
5x Units of Drones (50 total Trained combatants)
75x Units of Drones (750 total Trained combatants)

The Disperal Pod hurled through the atmosphere, the organic hull steaming as moisture was forced from the beast due to the heat of rentry. The light that shown from the pod lit up the sky like a meteor among a meteor shower for Reosyvern's pod was hardly alone. When the Bryn'adul struck, they struck with sincerity - an unfortunate reality for those throughout the galaxy. As the Dispersal Pod broke low atmosphere a defense weapon from Edert Outpost struck the Disperal Pod causing it to pinwheel before slamming into the ground with crunch before it skipped and tumbled down one of the mountains behind Edert Outpost.

Inside the Disperal Pod the roars were cutshort the moment the Pod was hit, those within braced themselves. To Reosyvern the world span quickly, the blood flowing away from his brain causing his six eyes to gain a blurry quality. His sight began to fade from the outside inward. Then the jolt from impact came and all became dark. Moments, minutes, hours later Reosyvern awoke in a haze. How long had he been unconscious? He couldn't tell. The only hint he could glean from within the mangled Pod was the sounds of war that began to filter back into his ringing ears.

Glory would not be snatched from him today, today he would keep his vow. Large claws gripped the organic fasteners that kept him stable and with a yank of his muscular arm he ripped them away and tossed them to the bottom of the Pod. As he strode Climbed out of the Pod he walked over the lifeless bodies of many Drones. Where there had previously been hundreds under his command, now there had to be much less than one hundred. Reosyvern did not see any hulking masses within the Pod to indicate the demise of the Ravager Brute, a good sign if there was one.

As Reosyvern climbed and ripped his way towards the exit of the Pod, he came across a large hole in the flesh of the beast with ragged edges. This had to be the hole made by the Ravager, he thought to himself. As he walked through the hole he saw the Ravager. The gargantuan Bryn'adul roared towards the sky, it's instinct to sate its bloodfury was in full effect after the less than gentle landing. Moments later the Ravager bounded off straight towards the compound. Reosyvern watched on with a mixture of admiration for the Ravager's willingness to battle and a sense of frustration. Ravager Brutes are a force of nature if there ever was one, but they were uncontrollable and rare. To have his Ravager run rampant now while the Shield still protected Edsert Outpost meant only that his Ravager would see an untimely end without much physical effect on the battlefield.

Now he was left with the handful of Drones which, while useful, were hardly enought to storm the Outpost on their own. That being said, the Bryn'adul were clearly in an advantageous position with their overwhelming numbers and superior placement. "We follow the Ravager. If our only contribution is to cause distraction, it will still serve to increase the likelihood of success. Engage anything other than our kin at range. Keep moving forward. Go, now." Reosyvern commanded the Drone Majors. The Majors relayed there orderst to their other Drones.

Shortly a wedge of Drones formed behind the Ravager, sprinting in order to attempt to keep close to the Ravager with Reosyvern running following in the hollow of the wedge. With any luck the Shield would be deactivated before their long sprint ended, but in the case they it did not, the Ravager would likely slam itself into the Shield without regard for its own safety.







Summary:

Spoiler

• Disperal Pod was struck by DF.9 defense emplacements while taking a shallow entry angle causing it to crash into G1.
• Majority of Reosyvern's Drones were killed on impact.
• Ravager Brute is leading a wedge of Drones, unwittingly, acting as a spearhead with Reosyvern in the center of the Drone Wedge
• Drones will engage from range on any non-Bryn'adul while remaining in formation and moving forward.
• Ending Location is somewhere in F2.

 

[Ver'kad Inuk]

Objective: Cripple and Destroy
Equipment: Verikast Armour | Mauler | Kukri
Tags: Ura Iolar | Gir Quee | ADM. Reshmar | Jyoti Nooran |
Theme

First Wave Fleet: Two Conquesters A2: Hull: 100% Shields: 87% B2: Hull: 94% Shields: 91% [22/24 Squadrons of Phedrak Fighters | 8 Ra’maks Units ] | Four Butcher Attack Cruisers A1: 95% B1: 100% C1: 100% D: 100% [3/4 Squadrons of Phedrak Fighters | 2 Ra’mak Units| The Divine Brutality Hull: 100% Shields: 85% [6/10 Squadrons of Phedrak Fighters | 2 Ra’mak Units

Second Wave Fleet: Two Phedrak Carriers | Arriving: 6 Debauchers

FIRST WAVE

The Vessels of the Bryn'adûl fleet were taking a collective beating; especially the Divine. As the Storm-bringer lined up their blue-beam for their electric strike, the Divine took evasive action, using its impressive manoeuvrability to dodge a portion of the Arc-Cannons strike. The Warlord's eyes darted around the panels in front of him; his mind almost overloaded with the in coming information salvo. They were outnumbered, but even if the wits of his underlings were breaking - his could not. "Warlord! We're outnumbered, 5 to 1!"

"Then it is an even fight! All vessels, forward push! Focus fire on the smaller crafts." The Butchers would cease their Battery fire, charging up once again as they moved to reposition to put the two advancing fleets between them and the orbiting defence platform. The two Conquesters would move forward to engage with the enemy fleets, accompanied by the diminished number of the Ra'mak War Beasts, they had lost near twenty in a matter of minutes, additionally losing multiple Phedrak Fighters from the attack groups that'd moved to intercept the droid fighters attacking the dropships. However, thus far only one of the attack groups had left the main fleet, and incredible speed of the Phedraks allowed them to quickly evade a majority of the fire intended for them, their War Beasts instead taking the brunt of the damage.

The three attack groups were composed of one-hundred and ninety Fighters each, and whilst no doubt some would be lost as they approached the enemy fleet, they did what they were made for, swarm. The three attack groups got in close to the enemy corvettes and carriers, creating swirling tendrils to spin around the vessels as they would begin to open fire on them. The remaining fourth and mostly destroyed attack group would continue to focus their fire on the various fighter-craft deployed by their enemies.

The Conquesters would focus fire their combined four-thousand Ballista's against the smaller crafts accompanying the Storm-Bringer and Emerald Undertow. The two Conquesters focused their fire individually on Achilles and Bellerophon Carriers, their massive metal spikes focused on striking through the vital sections of the ships to quickly disable them.

The Divine itself began to bank left and forward into a slowly spinning motion as it fired at the Arquitens-class vessels. Additionally, the remaining ninety-six remaining Ra'maks would focus fire with their tri-beams on the Corvettes assisting the Emerald Undertow.

SECOND WAVE

"Warlord, co-ordinates calculated, Debauchers are go!"

"Bring them in!" It'd taken some time to calculate how close they could get, but all the same it was worthwhile. Above the Glasser Station, Emerald Undertow, Storm-Bringer, Galatea, Salacia and Hespera - a singular Debaucher would drop out of hyperspace directly above each vessel; the Debauchers would arrive directly sixty metres above each vessel, with the exception of the Undertow, arriving outside of its spheretical shield, however its technological dead-zone would quickly begin to eat away at the shielding. The Debauchers would quickly begin to descend toward their designated vessels; the technological deadzones generated by their vampirism would begin to effect their chosen prey if they got close enough.

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

• Twenty Ra'maks Lost
• Seven Phedrak Fighter Sqaudrons Lost
• Conquesters engage smaller vessels assisting the Undertow [Achilles/Bellerophon]
• Divine engages smaller vessels assisting the Storm-bringer [Aqcuitens]
• Phedrak Fighter attack groups swarm the Catalina/Wardens
• Debauchers arrive on top of designated vessels, begin attack runs.

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Location: Edsert Outpost (Grid Corrdinates: E7)
Objective: Stomp'em! Fight! - Hold the Outpost and prevent the destruction of the Shield Generator
Allies: SJO and Allies, Niamh Raste, The Monster , Tulan Kor , Thurion Heavenshield and others
Enemies: Byrn'adul attacking Shield Outpost
Directly Engaging: Advancing Savage Drones and Rhivaks
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Associated Forces:

• Icarus Platoon(Commanding)
  • Number: 50 Antarian Rangers
  • Loadout:
    • Predator Assault Rifles
    • Katarn Mk. III Armor
    • Stalwart Light Blaster Pistols
    • Requiem Precision Support Rifles
    • Grenades (Cryoban, Incendiary and Thermal Detonators)
  • Notable NPC's:
    • Specialist Paxton Reece
    • Corporal Jesson Doss
    • Sergeant Erris Lota
• Maul Company, 666th Mechanized
  • Number: 150 Antarian Rangers
  • Loadout:
    • Predator Assault Rifles
    • Katarn Mk. II Armor
    • Stalwart Light Blaster Pistols
    • Requiem Precision Support Rifles
    • Grenades (Cryoban, Incendiary and Thermal Detonators)
  • Notable NPC's:
    • Captain Constance Hague (Commanding)

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Personal Loadout:

• Primary: Predator Assault Rifle
  • Loaded with Cryo-ban Projectiles and Thermite Incendiary Rounds
• Armor: Katarn Mk. III Armor
• Secondary Weapons:
  • Beskar Blade (back scabbard)
  • Krath-Itak sword (back scabbard)
  • Solan Rarr’s Lightsaber (attached to waist)
  • Death-Dealer Handcannon(chest holster)
    • loaded with Sith Killer Ammunition
  • Reaper Variable Strength Blaster Pistol (drop holster, left side)
• Grenades/Ordinance: Cryo-ban Grenades, Incendiary Grenades, Spare Magazines and cartridges

As Beltran watched, the massive warship sized structures descended into Yurb's atmosphere. He could feel a ripple of unrest moving through the Rangers' ranks. It was only natural to feel some trepidation at the prospect of the coming battle and that feeling was only exacerbated by the knowledge that the Bryn'adul had sacked-slaughtered really-another planet on their way here.

Breathe. The Lorrdian thought to himself, remembering the lessons of Jedi Siegfried in the gardens of the Silver Rest. That memory seemed so far away now, but he held onto it.

He reached out to the Force. He could feel the fear among his allies but also the resolve. Many had come to defend this world, from multiple nations. Though their souls probably didn't know it, those who had suffered and died on Sleheyron had also played a role in this battle.

That slaughter had been a terror tactic, one designed to spread fear throughout the Silver Jedi. But all it had done was give them more time to prepare. To land more troops, to dig more trenches, to consult with allies and create strategies. The Bryn'adul were fierce, but the allied forces here today were something that made them even that much more dangerous.

They were ready.

"Stay calm," He called out through the Outpost com-net. "Remember your training, protect your brothers and sisters and they will protect you. If you fall, know that you are doing so that dozens, hundreds, maybe even thousands more will be able to live their lives, pursue their dreams and grow old because of you. For every one of them you kill, imagine that fifty children will get to sleep in their beds tonight feeling safe. So kill all you can and when you can't kill any more of them, kill more anyway. Rangers don't quit. Rangers don't run. Hooah!"

Over the coms, hundreds of voices called back to him at once, perfectly unified in thought and purpose.

"Hooah!"

Then the first of the massive hulking structures hit the ground. The planet itself seemed to shudder under the impact. A massive cloud of dust and debris was kicked up and raced toward them at the head of a powerful shockwave. It was at this point that another voice, one he didn't recognize spoke out over the coms. One of the CIS Commanders, Beltran imagined. He would listen to those words and take heart from the knowledge that so many had come to defend this world with him.

"Good men and women gathered here today, I stand before you just another soldier. Yet another man at arms. I am humbled by your bravery and willingness to be here to sacrifice for the greater good on this day. The evil of this galaxy stands at the doors of civilization ladies and gentlemen. They come here to take our homes, our lives, burn our very way of life to the ground. It is up to us to answer their challenge. Not a single person here today will stand against this threat alone. Despite the enemy's belief that we are at the end of our time we're going to win this and survive! Look to the people to your left and right if you need assurance that we can win. Today we send these animals back to whence they came. Today we let all know who wish this evil upon our people what happens to them. Today we're canceling the apocalypse!"

Then the shockwave was upon them.

"Cover!" Beltran shouted as he ducked down. He could hear the order echoed by various officers and NCO's down the various lines both over coms and via vox speakers.

It hit hard, knocking Beltran backward on his back. Several soldiers to either side of him were actually thrown off of the walls and back into the Outpost. Cries of "Medic!" Sounded where there were serious injuries. Followed by the shock-wave were a series of large spikes which drove deep into the Outpost's fortifications.

For the most part, the Rangers entrenched beyond the Outpost walls were unscathed, having been able to hide below the ground line in their trenches. Those manning the Outpost fared somewhat worse. Cries rang out over coms where the spikes hadn't been slowed or stopped by the shields or where fortifications had been built outside the barrier's protection, but Beltran filtered them out.

"Prepare for contact!" He called once more as he got to his feet and leveled his rifle over the wall. He toggled his magazine to fire the incendiary rounds and steadied himself. Thousands of creatures were visible now, bounding across the battlefield toward their position. Overhead, dozens of fighter craft flew raining down untold destruction on the advancing horde. "Hold..." He said. "Hold...hold..." They needed to make sure that the advance force was well within firing range before they attacked. Every bullet, every bolt, everything had to hit something. They couldn't afford to waste even a single round.

"Now!" He shouted a few moments later. "Light 'em up!"

Then, seemingly as one, the entire Ranger force of Icarus Platoon and Maul Company opened fire on the advancing Bryn.

Spoiler: Summary of actions

Icarus Platoon
Status: Full Strength (50 Rangers)
Disposition: Firing on advancing Savage Drones and Rhivaks

Maul Company - 666th Mechanized
Status: Minor Casualties Re: Shockwave and Spikes (144 Rangers still active)
Disposition: Firing on advancing Savage Drones and Rhivaks

 

[Seer Kalanthir]

Objective A
Location: Aboard the Divine Brutality
Tags: Aurelion Nova | Juno | Nimue

FOOLS! The ignorant are brave until they are not!

The Seer was amused by the rebuke directed toward his goading words, these battles required the most serious minds- the most competent. The flippancy of his foes would be their downfall. Their was one particularly strong presence among them, a darker presence. But a foolish and blunt force.

When the black force cascaded across his wall, it slammed itself repeatedly into the wall in an attempt to break it. Instead, the Seer opened up small cracks; foundations loose so that some small elements could reach through before quickly shutting again, cutting off some of the energy, allowing it to wither and die.

Little liar, child. A child of the stars of many lifetimes of men. Yet ignorant of the blood, the roots! The endless black void exposes your WEAKNESS! I will know all that I possess!

The Seer finally attacked. From over the metal wall a flood of spiralling red energy would roll over the black shadow, attempting to snuff it out like a great flood over weak vapour. The Seer's body tensed, preparing to attack and defend from all sides. He would not be beaten by arrogant children.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Objective: Engage
Allies: SJO and Allies
Enemies: Bryn, engaging Krarolk T'manu

War was not so much in her blood as it was in her bloodline. Kaia Starchaser was the protector, the one who pulled those who were lost up and to their feet. But as the Jedi was moving, she could feel that there were so many out there that needed help, it was starting to block her mind. But the girl knew a few tricks that she had been teaching herself to focus. One of them was to hum a song, and it wasn’t all that crazy of a song but she had the bass line memorized and that was starting to help give her a singular focus. She could feel Jedi, could feel the Confederacy and their… oddities in the Force, could feel Kyyrk and Elise, and the signature of P Placeholder 0128 , even if she couldn’t identify that last one.

She felt the Jedi of the SJO and the NJO. And she felt Bryn. She knew where she needed to be heading. She gave a signal to her team and kept moving. Her landing zone was… in a strange place, but as she was moving, the Force was helping guide her. Almost giving her greater speed than the Irregulars and Rangers that were tasked with keeping her alive, and watching her back. Her lightsaber still in hand, the young Starchaser found her way through the battle, doing what she could with the Force to add protection for those hiding, or hurl the odd enemy away from civilians. She could sense the larger threat growing.

“Stay back, watch out for me. I’ll draw the attention of the heavy hitters.” She was agile, for a Jedi, she wore light armor on purpose. Knowing she had taken the roundabout way around their foes, she was watching the second coming. Watching for another wave was what she was good at in combat, sometimes everything wasn’t what it seemed.

Falling against a rock, she reached out in the Force, finding a piece of rubble and lifting it, as she hurled it towards the Bryn, ready to dive away.

This was a huge mistake.

 

[Okkeus Dainlei]

Location: Yurb Atmosphere
Objective: Avoid being shot down by Bryn’adul ship
Allies: SJO and Allies ( Kimiko , Jyoti Nooran , Gir Quee )
Enemies: Byrn'adul
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Just then another star fighter blasted the Byrn’adul craft into pieces. But that didn’t fix my broken engine. I was a sitting Mynock out there. My comms cackled to life as I called for help.

“My engine is busted! Requesting dockage on any ally ship. Repairs needed badly!”

I waited for a reply as the carnage unfolded in front of me. We had to win this. It is our only shot.

Spoiler: Spoiler: Plans

I am wanting to either dock on a ship and get some repairs and go back out and fight, or stay and help on board. My plan is eventually to crash on Yurb and help fight on the surface.

 

[Aurelion Nova]

OBJECTIVE - Nimue and Juno and....Jyoti?



Where: The Emerald Undertow
Why: For Life
Wearing/Wielding: Fate & Robes, Cryoban Rifle & 5x Cryoban Grenade
When: N/A
With: Nimue Juno Gir Quee Jyoti Nooran (Message only) ADM. Reshmar
Against: Seer Kalanthir Ver'kad Inuk

If Aurelion was ever unsure of his ability to multitask then the events that transpired after he began to draw Nimue and Juno into his Battle Meditation would truly test this. The first thing he noted was that even more allied ships arrived and this made him both ecstatic..... but also exhale a slightly strained and exasperated breathe. Like someone giving you even more cake to eat when you were already nearly full. Sure it was great and wonderful, but he was under strain as it was. Even so with Juno there to assist him, drawing more heavily upon her in the process, and utilizing the effects of the meditation chamber Aurelion was able to amplify and include these new presences as well.

Aurelion, focused as he was, was unable to truly respond to Nimue when she separated herself from Juno and he. If he COULD have said something to her he would have been... distressed to put it lightly. Without Nimue helping him, balancing his light with darkness as she threw her consciousness into the offending Brynadul, Aurelion's control of his Battle Meditation slipped and careened dangerously. Pain arcing through his body, their bond, as now not only could he not draw on her to help him maintain the Battle Meditation, but she had now deprived him of the balance of Light and Dark that WAS crucial for him, that made the effort manageable to begin with.

Aurelion..... whimpered. A small, scared noise leaving him as he coughed up blood. Crimson speckling his pale chin as the Force back-lashing on him severely for calling upon it so heavily without the balance Nimue provided. His ears rang, his muscles were tingling like static and tears rolled down his cheek as he gurgled quietly "N-Nimue....." Aurelion was scared now. Scared because he could feel the Battle Meditation weaken and nearly slip from his grasp, his hands searching out Juno's own and clinging to them desperately, his knuckles pale white from his harsh grip on her. Nimue's prideful response to the Brynadul had hurt him... had cost him.... and it was all he could do to call to her through their bond to not abandon him to the cost.

-- Master Battle Meditation deteriorated to Imperfect Master Battle Meditation --

To further distract his mind communications then began to play from a nearby ship, request to..... speak to him? Aurelion groaned, blood dripping down his chin as his hands shook softly in Juno's embrace. He was beginning to breathe more heavily now, and simply shook his head, quietly begging Juno to speak to them ( Jyoti Nooran ) for him. All throughout the fleet other such a Gir, Reshmar and Jyoti herself would be able to feel the stuttering, faltering Battle Meditation. The only thing holding it in place at the moment being the damage Aurelion was doing to himself and even this was a poor placebo. Though the Battle Meditation would still assist their forces it's effect now was lessened, imperfect, but still powerful. In a word: imbalanced. The aim of a gunner might be drastically improved, only for their reactions to return to normal when actually firing their shot. An officer may feel a burst of zeal or encouragement, only for it to vanish as they attempt to relay it to their subordinates.

Aurelion was hurting now, and though Juno would still be able to freely act, whether to assist Nimue in her current action or to attempt to hamper the Brynadul fleet, he paid for every second the Battle Meditation continued with a drop of his own blood. This focal point of factors confusing Aurelion immensely. Hadn't Nimue felt what they had done on Rodia? Hadn't she understood that she was the reason he was able to do what he did? The only answer he could reach now was no, and that simple fact was more painful to him than the jagged, hoarse feeling that made blood leak down from his pale lips. A crimson price paid for a raven soul.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Insurgent - Taking own the City-Shield
Location: D-4 - Moving inside of the Shield
Equipment: Armour | Mauler | Glaive
Units: 1650 Brutes, 590 Drones - Risen lead | 1 EMP Creature | 81 Quilxyn Protectors
Airborne: Eighty-Three Gunboats
Allies: Osam | Tathra Khaeus | Krarolk T'manu | Kyrim Tenebris | Primarch Drek'ma | Sarask Hiskt | Reosyvern | Sethrak | Drekarys Kel
Enemies: SJO/ect nearby D-4-5 |
Engaging: Shuklaar Kyrdol

"Gunboats! Cover and assist!" Galak called out, speaking into his gauntlet. While yes, three Gunships had been diverted to attack the outpost there was still ninety other Gunships in the air, and their high speeds would allow them to keep pace with the Kyr'galaar fighters, Jai'Galaar bombers and enemy gunships, controlling the air-space directly above the encroaching Bryn'adûl forces with sheer numbers. But even with their general air superiority, still ten gunships were blown out of the sky by the superior arsenal of the enemy fighters. Bombers and such delivered powerful payloads to the battlefield as powerful rounds struck the shielding generated by the electro-magnetic pulse creature. The Brute Emissary felt his heart jump as the mass-driver rounds smacked into the shield, and he was damn thankful this thing's shield was so strong. But it also reminded him he wouldn't have such protection once they got inside the Shield walls.

"Keep moving! They'd have to orbitally attack to bring this things shield down!" It wasn't far now, they were all pushing themselves as fast as they could but the creature they were escorting just wasn't fast enough.

"You four, with me!" Galak ordered the four largest, meanest looking Brutes in their shielded detachment to his aid. They were all a bit confused as to what his plan was, but they'd soon find out. They had to move fast, something in the Emissarries gut told him they shouldn't chance their luck facing off against another attack like that.

The Brute knelt down, grasping the creature by its head as he felt every muscle in his body tense. He wouldn't be enough to lift it on his own, but he didn't have to. All at once his brethren joined him, all trying their hardest to help shift the weight of the large, unruly creature. It wasn't budging, and Galak was wasting time trying to lift it, Galak finally got halfway under it, putting its chest on his back. Sweat and anxiety climbed in amount by the second, but he had to. He had to find... his strength!

"RAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!" The Emissary screamed as he was the first, lifting the creature upward - with all his might above his head and quickly the others followed suite as the majority of the weight levied on Galak. His face was bright red with tension as they began a full on sprint for the last stretch of the shield.

The other Brutes surrounding them broke their drone formations up, even as the airborne enemy tried to pin them down - they cheered Galak on. His mind, his vision had became a tunnel for those last few pushes to the Shield. By virtue of being at the front, Galak was the first through the Shield wall. Collapsing to the ground, his back aching with several torn muscles, half drooling and half sweating onto the ground as he groaned through gritted teeth.

"I think I should've asked for eight instead, aye Osam?" The Emissary remarked, trying to stay cheerful as he pushed himself to his knees.

"Fire the Shield Killer, now!" Galak called back, tearing his helmet off to wipe the sweat from his face. He could barely see, even out of his good eye - his only eye.

The large creature would begin to shake, its shield growing in intensity and size as its plates of carapace would slowly open. The creature screamed as a massive blast of light blinded all of those present, the energy of the shield released into a city-wide wave electromagnetic disruptive energy, sweeping across the entire city from one end to the other. All the technology within its vicinity would be temporarily disabled, but the Shield Generator would be permanently killed.

Above them, the City-Shield would fizzle out of existent. "The Shield is down! Repeat! The Shield is down!"

Spoiler: Summary of actions

• Lost 80 Brutes
• Lost 110 Drones
• Lost 10 Gunships to enemy fighter weaponry
• Remaining gunships defend the moving infantry and repel enemy fighters/bombers
• Lifted the Shield Killer, and rushed to the Shield wall
• Got inside shield wall.
• Used creature to kill Shield Generator

 

[Maynard Treicolt]

// OUTRIDER //: Saber Leader
// ALLIES | GA //: Loske Treicolt | Bernard | Saber Squadron
// ENEMIES | BR //: Tathra Khaeus | Primarch Drek'ma | Siege Tower | The Bryn'adul
Bomber | Xenophage | Flight Suit | Lightsaber

O U T R I D E R
S U P E R B U G

It took trudging through the ash and blood in Harnaidan to make Maynard remember the deafening sensory bliss that the canopy gave to the outside world. Even if it was a far more familiar venue to view the incapacitating horrors of warfare through, being back in the saddle was comforting over anything else. When they'd crested the mountains and took the city into view, he could only imagine the pockets of dread and terror that took place in the battle beneath.

Then their mark came into view, that dreaded despicable malfeasance which laid siege beneath. As soon as it came into view, Outright reached a gloved hand up to grasp ahold of the targeting computer and swivel it in front of his view. His eyes concealed between the orange visor of the helmet filled with the gauges and readouts as four red brackets enveloped the creature as an identified target-able mass. Squeezing the side of his thumb to a button on the side his joystick he painted it as the primary target. If there was any venue to test the effectiveness of the weapon, it was now.

<"Buddy, give me the read out for that thing."> He voiced back to the astromech BB unit nestled behind the cockpit of the Y-Wing and soon enough, the main HUD lit up all the perimeters Saber would need to thread the needle. Cold as ice, Maynard finally dropped in over the Squadron comms to relay the command for the strike.

<"This is Saber-1, swap payload to Xeno. Heading at 285 magnetic distance of five nautical miles, target is super-large beast, multiple legs, ridged carapace. Grid point 23454. Laser on target. Friendlies nearby."> Maynard sounded out through the comms. Not that the danger close mattered. He could see his vision narrowing as he padded through the dashboard control of the Y-Wing to swap the payload, grasping and replacing which was initially a conventional proton bomb for a genocidal superbug. But the question of the weapons to mass destruction, the dilemma of holding out for a peaceful end or taking matters into your own hands was something that eluded Treicolt. Jedi as he was, the primal nature of sentience wasn't something he'd ever been able to ignore. The Bryn'adul might've embodied it best. And it was why they had to go.

Peering his eyes down the sights of his targeting computer again, he flicked open the switch guard to the pickle button at the top left of his joystick. At his fingertip, he held the means of annihilation, of pure and unfettered corrosive death. The code might've forbade it. The code might've stressed peace was always an option. But there was no peace in the ashes. The Bryn'adul had to be scrubbed clean from the Galaxy.

<On your cue, Commander. I’ll even volunteer to hit that uhh.. demon elephant thing first.>

<"I want all of us on it. Wings level, on me."> Maynard stated in reply before he drew in a stale breath through his nose as they neared the beast. His eyes were irremoved from the targeting computer as a rangefinder syncced with the ordinance slowly shifted from deep red to pale green. They were in range.

<"Give em hell."> Maynard said, squeezing down on the switch to fire the payload before he squeezed his finger on the tripper to fire off a volley of the main laser cannons indicating his drop on target and to harass the Siege Tower in the hopes of diverting its attention before ascending and veering away.

<"Saber-1, Evac Aurek. Reload and reassess for another pass. Form up back on me."> Maynard ordered, indicating to peel off once the ordinance had been dropped before regrouping. His cool and easiness that he usually displayed at the sticks of a starfighter had eroded. Work had to be done.

Spoiler: NOTE

Huge inspo from this post from Kardev Byrric

 

[Nida Perl]

Objective 1 | Evacuate Civilians

Location | Edsert (F5)

Tech | 10x Goro droids

Interacting With Kyra Perl | Caedyn Arenais | Matvec Triddol


The earth beneath them trembled as something massive made landfall. Whatever it was, it had been powerful enough to send a shockwave rippling through the city’s shielding, protecting them from the brunt of the effects of the assault. A repercussion of sand shot through the streets, and at once Nida raised her arms, protecting her mouth with the sleeves of her robe. The droid beside her activated it’s shielding, dropping the defensive measures when the dust had settled. Nida coughed, having gotten a mouthful of sand.

The figure in the distance had suddenly become much clearer, taking of the form of a young Nautolan man. The saber clipped to his belt indicated that he was an ally. The child in his arms had wriggled his way to the ground, gingerly approaching the large ursine droid with wide eyes. The goro droid, ever gentle, gave a guttural whine and extended a hand to the small child.

Nida gave a strained smile at the sight, before turning to face the Jedi. “Things may become dire soon, Malvec.” She spoke softly, in an even tone so as to not frighten the child. Their enemy did not come to play. “I am Nida of the Silver Jedi.” Just as she dipped her head in greeting, a stampede of people streamed through the area, heading in the direction of the bunker. Nida was about to turn to Malvec to suggest that they escort the fleeing civilians when she felt a familiar tug. It was not physical, but something more esoteric.

“Nidaaaaaa!”

Her heart leapt into her throat and she splayed one hand outwards, towards the flow of the crowd. “You two-escort the civilians. Please protect them at all costs.” Two of the three goro droids whirred in understanding before lumbering after the noncombatants, massive strides making up for their lack of speed. Nida couldn’t leave right away, not without her baby sister.

“Kyra!”

Catching sight of the familiar pale pink skin and magenta hair of her sister simultaneously energized her and almost made Nida faint. It was an oddly electric feeling, and she didn’t know what to do with it. “Kyra, why are you-“ She grabbed onto her sister’s forearms in what seemed like a measure of desperation, but was cut off by the understanding that she had not arrived alone. “Master Jedi,” Nida nearly breathed a sigh of relief in greeting.

The city’s shielding had miraculously held up against the thunderous assault, but it appeared that some instances had slipped through. At first they looked like nothing more than pebbles floating above them, but they’d gained rapid speed and aggression. Hive pods streaked across the city skies, embedding themselves into building and streets alike. One crashed nearly between the sisters, causing Nida reflexively to initiate a Force bubble, pushing both Perls apart and encasing the strange pod. Whatever it was, it hadn’t exploded, and nothing had tried to disembark. Nida looked up in awe, face screwed in confusion. Perhaps it had been a faulty one?