A Good Day to Die Hard [Republic Invasion of Balmorra]

[Tålamod Shapochka]

OOC thread​

Twelve ships flashed into existence in the realspace surrounding Balmorra, a veritable crux to the One Sith's supply lines to and from Telti and the surge into Republic territory. The Revelation Fleet was here.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02erD3M5gUA​

"Timing was optimum, Admiral," Commander Matsui reported after receiving the details from the sensors and navigation officers. That meant the jump location and initializing trajectory was on point for the arriving fleet's planned attack. A good start to what would probably be a very bad day for many people, but hopefully a much greater day for the majority. Balmorra was to be freed if Tålamod had anything to say about it.

Enter: Admiral Shapochka. The human-muralukan hailing from the ravaged world of Empress Teta gazed out of the bridge viewports with vicious flame crackling behind the ice of her winter-blue eyes, vengeance on her mind--as it had been ever since nearly a decade ago. Desecration of worlds belonging to the civil; the orderly; the honored of generations long devoted to the unifying call of sovereignty and protection in the Republic and Empire of centuries passed could not be forgiven. Murder could not be forgiven.

Oh, they would be offered atonement. In the same way they had offered mercy to the innocent victims of their treacherous and unabating massacre of people, culture, and sanity. Thus Shapochka's malignity was justified. But the One Sith had yet to witness her true fury, and the Republic had yet to learn just how far she would stretch her leash--and if they could yank back without repercussions. For now, she was in command. Proving her worth could prove her maturity or it could verify her inadequacy.

"To hell with the Sith," Shapochka began, the rally cry unfamiliar with no one aboard a ship of her command.

"To hell with the Sith!"

The Republic's advancing fleet caught glimpse of the terminator between night and day for Balmorra--the only indicator of the inhabited celestial body beside them other than the displaced starfield blackened by its silhouette--and the grayish form of the nearest moon loomed just outside the perimeter of light. So twelve ships roved the orbital space of Balmorra, creeping towards the line which they intended to encroach upon in ambush. Now who was coming from the shadows?

Location: Objective A (Space)
Allies: Republic, [member="Lash"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="stardust"], [member="Varius"]
Enemies: One Sith

Spoiler: Fleet

Champion - Admiral Ackbar
Champion - Conviction
Noblesse - Restitution
Bastion - Bastion
Centurion - Emancipation
Vinnath - Mother Goose
Solo - Solo
Mothma - Inculpable
Rieekan - Virtue
Rieekan - Calamity
Rieekan - Veracity
Rieekan - Deadly Diplomat

 

[Minna]

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

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Find and face Darth Ferus
Nearby Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Darth Ferus"]

"Never one,"​

"Without the other."​

The heat and noise of the factory did little to distract Minna. Her mind was shut off to all that was physical, instead focusing on the flow of the mystical. Part of her reached out like a spider's web, waiting for it's prey to come. When darkness came, it would flick the web, sending a vibration back to her. To the unitiated, this was merely her keeping an eye for approaching enemies; of which there were none yet. No, the fighting hadn't started, all was relatively peaceful...

"Everywhere the Lamb went,"​

"The Wolf was sure to follow."​

​

The beacon of light shone bright, yet obscured by her will. Instead of bringing all, it shone only to one. Her mind was set on him, concentrating on his essence. Ferus would see her, and he would come. The more she focused on him the closer he seemed, yet she knew this was only the temptation of the dark side reaching out for her. It did not phase her, he was merely an animal she gazed at from outside it's cage....

"It's heart beats fast now!"​

"It knows."​

​

Voices she could hear, glimpses into past and present. The force was alive, and it's manifestations were plenty. There is no death, there is the force. Yet here death was, speaking to her in silence. Not as she expected, but as it was. Death was kind, Death was cruel.

"We have your name."​

"And your scent!"​

​

Death came for all, including her. One day it would catch her and claim it's prey, but that day was not today. She could bear it's whispers for more than another battle. In her usual meditation position, legs-crossed and lightsabers laid before her, she waited. Her opponent came, closer and closer. It had no heart, but she could feel it. Just as Death itself, she was the hunter. But Death has two sides; light and dark. He too was Death, it's manifestation in the darkness. What was to come would be a duel of Death, which made her wonder why she felt so alive.

"What do all stories have in common, dear Wolf?"​

"They end."​

 

[Corey's OOC]

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Kill everyone on this frakking planet
Allies: None
Enemies: All

Disgusting.

The Sith here were false. Worshiping a false Dark Lord. They did not understand how a Sith was supposed to work. They were forged in fire, in anger, in rivalry. This lie, this inbreeding of dark siders that used emotions and teamwork were nothing that he would publicly declare his allegiance to.

They needed to pay for their lack of vision, their lack of foresight, their lack of balls.

The Sith were going to be wiped from the galaxy. And reborn, reforged, refocused.

The Republic could help. But they had Jedi, others who lied. They were peaceful warriors, how was that even a thing? He would kill them too.

The Acolyte was going to learn his skills in the One Sith, then destroy it, all the while dismantling the Republic, the Alliance, and anyone else who got in his way. He was making his way, black boots, black pants, black jacket, black tunic. No weapon. He had the Force. He would kill everyone with the very fabric of the galaxy.

 

[Trin Gravois]

[SIZE=13.3333px]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px]PVP [/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333px]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px]Balmorra Arms Factory[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333px]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px] [member="Lucas Gravois"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333px]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px]Whoever wants to play[/SIZE]
Gear: [SIZE=13.3333px]Zeyd-cloth black robes over armorweave clothing, Blade of the Satvas, Lightsaber[/SIZE]

For half-Anzat Sith Acolyte, Trin Gravois, hunger was a constant and familiar companion. Today, as Galactic Republic fleets shimmered out of hyperspace over the planet of Balmorra, the young woman hungered for more than just the filmy organic soup of her generally human prey. Today, Trin was ravenous for the blood of the Republic. She wanted it dripping off her hands, slickening her lips, and spread all over the walls of the Balmorra Arms Factory, the fortress-like structure that she was in instructed to protect.

As she waited with the other Sith forces, Trin felt the familiar signature of her own brother. His nihilistic energy was present, along with the imbalance in the Force that was created by the arrival of lightsiders, dropping to the planet’s surface from their ships above. Like oil and water, the vastly different energies pushed and pulled around one another, never fully meeting. Lucas was somewhere nearby, no doubt itching to set the whole planet ablaze with violence and destruction. If there were a man crueler and more psychopathic in this miserable existence, she wasn’t aware of it. Her brother made the devil look like a gentleman.

She told herself that she was only going to keep tabs on him so that he didn’t sabotage the One Sith’s defense. In reality, her motives for seeking him out were pitiful. Trin craved her brother’s approval and love even more than the air that she breathed or the soup that filled her proboscises. Lucas was the flame to her moth, and as always, she was inexplicably drawn to Lucas, unable to resist him. Unable to stop herself from falling into his endless void.

 

[Vrag]

https://soundcloud.com/nuclearblastrecords/behemoth-ov-fire-and-the-void​

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Ground PvP
Allies: OS
Enemies: [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Equipment:

Spoiler

Lightsaber
Chom-Huun
Vulcan Blaster Rifle + disruptor
Vonduun Skerr Ygdris
Vonduun Skerr Dhaladii
Blorash jelly, Firejelly, Magma pebbles, Plasma eel
Thud bugs, Razor bugs, Blast bugs, Snap bugs

Balmorra was a planet well known to Sith of various eras, and certainly one of the many that the Empires and Republics of the past had juggled back and forth like a hot potato.

…was that how the expression went?

Oh, well. Who cares. Currently, it belonged to the red team again, and if the Hand of the Dark Lord had any say, it would stay that way for the foreseeable future. Speaking of futures; those who had come to assault the world had none from the moment they dropped out of hyperspace above Balmorra. It didn't take long for them to figure out who it was — it never did, when it was the people you've been beating shooting at consisntently over more than half a decade.

The armies mobilized, the fleets rallied, and then everything seemed to stand still for a moment as they called His name as one.

Half-beast, half-machine, yet One Sith. Always.

They would roar and they would coil, and they would beat back the invading force with great might, driving them to cower back in their rapidly diminishing corner of the Galaxy. No more would the shadows be the home to those wielding the true power, to those who understood how the Universe spun; instead, the weak and the spineless would be made to live there. Those who had not the courage to stare at the sun did not deserve to feel the touch of its warmth.

Not now, and not ever.

Too long had people bowed their heads to foolish, deluded rulers. It was time to cleanse the cancer now seeking to spread onto Balmorra, and if need be, Vrag would set fire to every last one of them, so that the flames may consume the last shred of air before they forever fall into the starless void.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Defend base in the Sundari Flatlands
Nearby Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Enemies: [member="Xander Stanforth"]

Gear: Armor, Boots, Lightsaber, E-11 Blaster Rifle

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Euu9Ty-5NZA&list=RDEuu9Ty-5NZA​

The former Commander for the One Sith, Tmoxin Temi admired Balmorra for its high productivity - shipbuilding, weapons factories and technological advancements. In her mind, these were the important things worth protecting. Not ancient relics, tombs of long-dead gods, or holocrons. The Hapan executive wasn't at the fortress-like arms factory in the Sundari Flatlands out of loyalty to the former military industrial complex she served awhile back. She was here to product industry and capital. War was bad for the galaxy economy, detrimental to trade and harmful to travel and tourism. After hearing a Republic attack was immiment, the Hapan executive offered to lend her services in defense. Aside from her personal reasons for protecting Balmorra, there were other alliances at stake - mainly the One Sith and Techno Union alliance. In the game theory of the galaxy, the Republic's loss would be a gain for not just the One Sith but their supporters. Eventually the Sith would lose, and there would be entire planets who were highly anticipating that imminent event.

But it would not be today.

Inside the arms factory, the Blood Monarch zipped into her custom Armatech armor, clipped her lightsaber onto her belt, placed her E-11 into its holster and took her place at one of the windows, careful to select a spot where snipers would not be able to detect her. Through electrobinoculars, she surveyed the flatlands, waiting for signs of this Republic attack.

 

[Kenrath]

Location: Balmorrian Space, Balmorra Orbit (objective A)
Allies: [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Eliza Lunelle"] [member="Vaulkhar"] (maybe)
Enemies: [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] [member="Lash"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="stardust"] [member="Varius"]

Fleet:

Spoiler

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/33867-dark-blade-class-dreadnoughts/1050 ((Call sign Helhammer Charlie))

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/34240-vanguard-class-heavy-cruiser/625 ((Call sign Helhammer Victor))

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/34011-razer-class-frigate186 ((Phoenix Alpha))

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/31252-ki-es-mki-aka-the-axe-wing/#entry439541X12 120 ((Call signs Balmorra Defense[BD] 1-12))

1,981 total length

Task Force Phoenix the newest addition to the Sith War Fleet Hellhammer. They were making their first maneuvers in Balmorrian space since it's create under the command of LTCMDR Thanith Gumara. At his request a few of the Fleet Warships were also there as part of the maneuvers to get the task force used to working with the larger Fleet.

Thanith stood on the bridge of Hellhammer Charlie a Dark Blade class Dreadnought work with it's Captain by helping the Communications Officer relay commands to the other ships. Thanith's XO at the Chair of Phoenix Alpha in the interim.

The Balmorrian Defense Squadron was out doing patrols in hopes they wouldn't get interrupted. Thanith found out he was not that lucky as the emergency sprang to life.

"Helhammer Charlie this is BD-1." "We have enemy contacts."

No sooner did the transmission end then bells and whistles starting going off on the bridge. Thanith turned to look at the Captain both men looking at the scanners. This was no plain enemy Contact. It looked like the entire Republic Navy had come to their doorstep. The Captain looked at Thanith.

"Well Commander looks like we get to see if you are as good as they say."

Thanith turned back to the Comm Officer.

"Tell BD-1 to bug out see if he can get part of the Fleet to chase them." "Then get on the Horn to Navy Command." "Tell them Balmorra is being invaded."

Thanith moved over hitting the ship wide intercom.

"All Hands to battle stations, all hands to battle stations." "This is not a drill I repeat this is not a drill."



Summary of actions:

Spoiler

BD-1 Spies Republic Fleet coming out of hyper. Warns Task Force before bugging out towards task force

Thanith puts Task Force on Alert sending everyone to battle stations.

Thanith alerts Naval Command of immenient attack and requests support.

 

[Placeholder 04]

Location: En Route to Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Ground PVP

Allies [member="Minna"] (Kinda)

Enemies: N/A yet

Gear in signature



The Republic was making another push for Balmorra. The rebellion plan had fallen through in the past -- a few townships had been turned to dust as a result. Republic sympathizers on the planet had been left to their own devices, but Cyril had paid visits here and there. He certainly couldn't stand up to the One Sith on his own, and encouraging any kind of revolution on the world would have resulted in the deaths of far too many civilians. He'd opted to wait, promising the loyalists the Republic would return one day.

It seemed he was going to make good on his promise today.

He'd come ahead of the invasion. Not for the purpose of sabotage, or gaining a better position against the One Sith. The former would have informed the glorified slavemasters of the Republic's impending attack. The latter simply could not be done -- the objective was a factory, and there was little he could do to prepare for such an assault other than warn the locals.

Still, that did not mean he could not participate in this battle. As the only Jedi he knew of with rank in both the Republic and the Galactic Alliance, he had a duty to reinforce ties between those two powers. It was the only way they could hope to conquer the One Sith. Divided, they would fall. His swoop roared as it came closer to the factory. He would no doubt be fired at soon enough, but with a bit of luck, he might make it inside.

 

[Rexus Drath]

Objective: PVP
Location: Balmorra arms factory
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: The One Sith Friendship Coalition and the Backyard Boogie Crew.
Gear: 1 blast vest, one lightsaber (blue), 1 cortosis imperial knight glove, some fresh duds.
Theme:

Spoiler

"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0q3lby5bDQ"

With the shuttle touched down Rexus had come to the Arms Factory with his new BFF [member="Keira Ticon"] to go and kick some Sith shins and tell a few bad jokes. With a smile on his face the man adjusted his straw hat and looked out at the scene before him, to be honest it was kind of depressing. BUT THAT DIDNT SWAY THE GOOD VIBES! With his freshest clothes on he kept his saber at his side and was just about ready to clash laser swords with a Sith that crossed his path. So walking down the ramp he continued the conversation with Keira no matter how one sided it was.

"So I order the table and my wife says "Hey Rex that's the wrong brand, I wanted the Endor Pine table." And I'm like, Woman. If you wanted it done right why didn't you just do it yourself?! Cause you know I'm going to mess up." He said as he reached the concrete ground of Balmorra's arms district.

"Morale of the story is don't let your spouse pawn off table shopping on you or else you'll get stuck with an ugly table that the kids love but you hate." And with that Rexus steadied himself and prepared for the fight ahead of them.

With a positive attitude he focused in on the force and let it guide him through this. Extending his hand out he slowly raised it and spread his fingers apart as if feeling for a light in the dark. With his eyes closed he was lost for a moment inside all of it. All the hurt, anger, fear, and darkness that enveloped this world. Taking that pain he placed it into him, into his metaphysical and spiritual being. And with that pain inside him he healed it, he filled it with love, joy, and happiness. It was the kind of happiness you had as you watched fire works boom, the kind of happiness of eating a warm plate of cookies while you cuddled up to your loved ones and watched bad movies.

Taking that small amount of energy he had taken in him, he lifted his hand up and placed it on Keira's shoulder letting it flow onto her. He smiled softly and spoke words that he hoped would stay with the woman.

"The force has more power in a babies first laugh than all the Sith Lords hold in the galaxy. And don't let anyone tell you otherwise." And now he had a taste of how much this planet hurt, of how much they needed help, it would motivate him to go forth and beat some ass.

It. Was. On.

 

[Thane Drexel]

Location: Hanagr of GA Carrier
Objective: Make my way down town
Allies: [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] [member="Juwiela Melec"]
Enemies: OS
Ship/Gear: AMF (Secondary Loadout)/Gear in Bio

Finishing the last checks of his Saint, Thane pulled on his helmet and strapped into his seat. With the invasion at the precipice of ignition, it was best of he was ready to launch ASAP rather than scramble for his ship. He hoped the rest of Rogue was gonna show up, but he only saw one name on the list who he knew.

It had been some time since he flew under Republic colors, spending most of his time with his "Side Project" it was nice to be back in the main scene again.

"This is Wild Turkey ready for launch Command."

The engines whined as they fired up and the computers lit up the dash. On the Zabrak's own HUD, the schematics and run times of his ship lined the visor and gave him an all clear for readiness.

The battle for Balmorra was moments away, and the day held many terrible dates for those under the Wrong flag.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: PvP
Location: Descending Balmorrian Orbit
Allies: GR/SSC
Enemies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

Equipment:

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/45056-sasori-rangers-armor/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/61959-rangers-field-pistol/

Standard blue lightsaber

Xander looked out over the landscape of Balmorra. he could not for the life of him figure out why anyone would fight over this dust ball of a planet. He shrugged still getting used to the feel of the ranger armor. It was a decision he still felt a t peace with. While he still carried a lightsaber then one he made after the trip under Coci he wore Ranger armor and carrier a ranger pistol. He was working on a blend of the two paths. Part of him wished the other rangers were here with him.

They weren't and really the only reason he was here is because of the visions Ella Nova had told him about. Whether they would come true or not he didn't know. All he knew was they were not coming true today.

Xander saw the target coming close as the pilot dipped low to avoid any incoming anti-air fire.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Location[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: The Hangar of doom[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: A: Prepping for lift-off[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: The One Sith - [member="Darth Nephthys"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Enemies[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: The Republic[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]He had always claimed that those who focused on the body and the external energies of the Force were lucky in their ignorance, those ignorant in the higher mysteries were always skeptical about that which could be disconcerned through the Force, but it was in moments like these that the Voice of the Dark Lord truly had the last laugh.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]There was no surprise made apparent when the Republic crashed through Hyperspace and entered the system of Balmorra. Even as the alarms started ringing as forewarning of their incursion into Sith Space, the Sith Lord stayed utterly calm. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Because that was his job, his duty to the Dark Lord, to stay calm and resolute in the face of a numerous threat.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Sister, the time has come to do our [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]thing[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] again.” it was becoming a running rumor within the ranks of the One Sith.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The little Vahla and her tall Voice. They had been at the forefront of the war for years now, and wherever they went… victory followed soon enough, it was becoming so transparent that the soldiers of the Sith were [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]signing up[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] to serve with them - amusing to Carach.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The Sith looked to the little astromech droid who had been working on calibrating the Blackbird that would transport them to their destination.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Z3-A8. Are we ready for lift-off?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]A few blip-blop-bloeps came as a response, to which Carach sighed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]Alright then, but hurry up. The last thing I want is arrive when the fighting has already died down.”[/SIZE]

 

[Nolan Detta]

Location: Ground PVP
Objective: ^^
Enemies: [member="Minna"] [member="Lucas Gravois"]
Allies: Republic Allies
Gear in Bio

As the war machine turned, so too must every one of its pieces. As a Mandalorian, the War Machine was a call you did not let go to voicemail. So Nolan Detta was on Balmorra, to fight against the Sith and their ill mannered "friends".

Dressed to the nines in his Hyperion Beskar'gam, the Mandalorian Wreckingball was geared up and ready shred some Sith heads. With his boots firmly on the dirt, it was time to rid this planet of its pest infestation.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Objective A (Space)
Location: Hangar
Allies: One Sith: [member="Thanith Gumara"]
Enemies: Republic

All hands to battle stations! This is not a drill!

Ah...kark me

The Republic fleet decided to show up as Mullarus tried to rest. Of course. Now he'd have to fly. He wasn't looking forward to that.

Mullarus quickly pulled on a dark-colored sith jumpsuit and jogged down the halls, quickly making his way to his Blade starfighter.

Spoiler

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/30818-ki-sf-mki-aka-the-blade/

He began his usual pre-flight adjustments and linked in with the fleet.

"Sith fleet, this is callsign Thunder One, taking off now and flying a Blade. Tell me where you want me." The starfighter lifted up and took off. Mullarus charged the weapons, engines, and shields at a balanced rate as he looked outward and saw the massive Republic fleet before him. With butterflies tying knots in his gut, he quickly pulled an evasive maneuver and stayed close to the fleet, hoping the Sith come up with some more fighter support.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Destroy the Galaxy, mostly.
Enemies: Everyone. [member="Trin Gravois"]. [member="Nolan Detta"]
Gear: Street clothes.

He could tell where the fighting was going on. He knew what he was looking for. He was looking for something, anything, to end, and remove from the galactic game. For the galaxy to have one less contender, and one person lessening the gene pool of this galaxy.

For all that Lucas cared, he could dump this whole damned galaxy into an abysmal void. All he wanted was it to end, and for him to be the end of it all. To dump everything over the edge, and gone. He walked like a man with nothing to lose, because he had nothing to lose. Not like the rest. They had everything to lose, they cared.

And that was their downfall, the Sith, the Jedi, everyone. He strode, unarmed, and in light cloth towards the Factory. Blood was going to be let there.

And he was going to do it…

Starting with the one he could sense following him. Dark eyes went yellow as he turned and hurled the Force at his sister, telekinesis mixed with hate to hit her with a charged blast. He didn’t need to speak to her, she wasn’t worth it.

No one was.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: PVP
Allies: [member="Rexus Drath"], The Republic
Enemies: One Sith
Gear: Blast vest (basic ballistic protection), lightsaber (in signature).
Theme

Despite her relative silence throughout the entire trip Keira did enjoy hearing about what facets of his personal life Rexus was willing to share. It was nice to have a reminder, every once in awhile, that not all of the galaxy was plagued by constant war and fighting for one moment of peace. That there were people out there still committed to carrying out average lives without any concern as to whether the planet they called home would be the next to fall under one banner or another. These were ordinary tales that had been missing in her life since day one, typical occurrences that she only really heard of in passing. It was nice to have someone willing to speak with her so casually, even if it was just for a little while.

"I'll have to keep that in mind." But she doubted that she and Slade would have any sort of relationship that involved such normal squabbles. It was only hope for the future whenever they found each other again, but she appreciated it regardless. It communicated some sense of camaraderie that had been void in her life previously. Maybe it would make the following fight more easygoing, if combat was even capable of being qualified under that definition. "But I don't think I'll be going table shopping anytime soon. Not so long as there are still Sith to kill, at least." The war kept her busier than any mundane, everyday activities had ever been capable of, and she didn't foresee any end to things anytime soon.

A quiet sigh passed her lips at the sensation extended through the Force, and she only nodded to what he had to say. Power was relative. What mattered was bringing down those with the capacity to wreak further havoc on the majority of the galaxy, and right now that threat constituted as the Sith. This was another fight she would undertake without complaint, doing what was asked of her and perhaps finding some kind of enjoyment in the combat as well. In her own way she dappled in the dark, never quite committing herself to either side but always trying to do some sort of good. It all made her a very ambiguous candidate to fight alongside a member of the Republic's Jedi Order, but it took all sorts.

Cybernetic fingers brushed against the saber hilt at her waist, and she drew the Force into herself in preparation for what loomed ahead. "I'm tired of waiting for them to attack first. That's all we ever do." The passivity of the Republic would ultimately be their downfall. No matter how closely intertwined she was, she would never count herself as one of them. They were just partners in a larger conflict. Her smile grew more crooked, and she looked to him, a spark returning to her mottled eyes at the prospect of instigating conflict with the enemy. "It's about time we go and knock some heads together, wouldn't you agree?" Whether he did or not, she was more than ready. It was showtime.

 

[Eliza Lunelle]

LOCATION: BALMORRAN SPACE / VANGUARD-CLASS HEAVY CRUISER HELLHAMMER 'VICTOR' / HANGAR
OBJECTIVE: A / VALKYRIE SQUADRON, PREPARING FOR TAKEOFF

Allies: [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Thanith Gumara"] [member="Vaulkhar"]
Enemies: [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] [member="Lash"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="stardust"] [member="Varius"]

The smell of smoke and death upon recycled air, fuel bleeding from the arteries of a starship; the smell of battle, it had descended.

It clung tight to every pilot and engineer and officer aboard 'Victor', dripped and oozed and slunk from the wings and barrels and engines of every fighter craft in the bay.

Twelve interceptors, twelve Axe-Wings. Valkyrie One through Valkyrie Twelve. Each pilot prepared their pressurised suits, helmets and pre-flight checks. Death was to be in the Republic's hands now, not any engineer's.
Eliza looked into the polished black eyes of the helmet, watched the strobes dance upon it, the pilots run through it. How did the saying go? With it, or on it.

Twelve lives, including her own, now hung upon an officer's word. Gumara.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location Balmorran arms factory
Allies GR, [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Enemies OS, [member="Sage Bane"]
Equipment Lightsaber, guardian armor
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[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbrpl1Zeo9g[/media]​

The troop transport touched down hard just outside the factory. While its doors had barely opened soldiers were rushing out, heading into one massive assualt of the sith controlled planet of Balmorra. As the squads rushed off to secure their objectives two men, wearing the robes of the jedi order, stepped out from the shuttle. With heavy steps they made their way toward the massive structure of the arms factory. No one knew exactly why this had drawn so many jedi and sith alike but then, the force worked in mysterious ways and maybe, this was simply an effect of the large assemblance of people with a strong affinity to the force working as magnets on each other, drawing them together to this one boiling spot on the planet.

Mantic turned his head slightly to his left looking at his padawan [member="Aston Jacobs"] - he was an untested card for this sort of engagement and it would be risky. Deep inside Mantic felt troubled about this. But he had to rely on the decission of the order. While still a padawan it was no weakling that walked beside him. He could hold his ground and he held good insight on his duties and the risks connected with them.

"Remember to keep your mind at peace my padawan." he instructed as they walked. "in the heat of battle you can not let your emotions take the upper hand, focus is essential to achieve victory and we work together. Despite of what you may experience. Remember that we are here as servants of a greater cause, we can not allow ourselves to think otherwise or the invasion may be lost."

Mantic himself took a deep breath clearing his mind, reaching for a state of mind where only effectiveness would rule his actions. They were here to serve in the war as jedi and while the order was bleeding, today they would fight to free those who could not fight for themselves. And the possibility of a better future was worth all the blood combined.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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

Location: The Balmorran Arms Factory (Somewhere near the upper levels)
Objective: keel & b keel'd
Allies: The 1Siff
Enemies: The People's Democratic Republic of Chazwa, and dat minx [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Equipment:

• Cosmetically Unique Blackblade Combat Armor Mk-III
• Sith Lightsaber

Darth Vornskr stood on one of the many observation platforms overlooking the lower expanse of the Balmorran Arms Factory, his hands firmly clasped behind his back as his hate-filled eyes scanned back and forth as the workers scrambled around like ants in the wake of an oncoming Republic attack. The civilian population of nearby Sobrik and distant Bin Prime were order to bunker down in underground shelters in the wake of the attack for their own safety, but he rather would've had them been given munitions to aid in the fight against the invaders. Oh well, it didn't matter anyways. The Imperial Army was here and was deploying across Balmorra in preparation for an assault aimed anywhere on the planet, but Vornskr had a faint premonition that they'd strike here. The arms factory was one of the largest on Balmorra, and many considered it to be the heart of the planet's industry as it supplied the One Sith war machines with weapons, armor, and vehicles of all makes and models.

No, they would strike here. The Force whispered such sweet things to him even if he was not as well versed in such arts as Isolda, but what he did not lack in was supreme martial prowess. His lightsaber hung loosely at his side, and his body was covered from head-to-toe in dark armor that gave his already imposing frame an added intimidation factor. It worked well against average men, and even against some Jedi, but he had a feeling that he would face no average man or Jedi on this day.

His eyes trailed up to the sky and he could see the faint fragments of light among the tide of unattuned, causing him to let loose a small chuckle. "You're awfully far away from Heaven, little angels. Let's see how well you fair in Hell."

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: The Hangar of doom
Objective: A: lift-off
Allies: The One Sith - [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: The Republic

Spoiler: Music: Knights of Cydonia

https://youtu.be/I9RnmRewwwc

The tiny Miraluka and Vahla Darth would silently settle into her seat. She was adorned in her usual armor, with the hydrastaff coiled around her waist with the five heads settling by her head. As they were to conduct a specific type of mission, a helm and breathing apparatus to ensure to be able to survive the void of space was present. They were not alone in this venture, and would bring the might of the One Sith Empire to the audacious Republic themselves. Other One Sith and Yuuzhan Vong would soon join them towards their ultimate goal. The Blackbird was fitted with Gravitic Modulators, Photon Absorbers, and Thermal Dissipators as well as Sensor Negators. It had a full range of sensors packages as well as highly advanced cameras and a multitude of stealth equipment including dampeners and an almost unreadable hyperdrive signature. This makes the Blackbird the perfect reconnaissance fighter allowing it to take stock of the enemies strengths and weaknesses before reporting back to the fleet. The Blackbird is almost impossible to detect through regular means.

Clipping herself in, she would adjust the helmet. Preflight procedures would summon the whine of engines and the rumble of power. From within her seat, the Darth would flip various toggles and conduct checks. When the whine of the engines turned into a near soundless whine, the corner of her mouth would perk.

Ready for take of in three. Two. One.

Then the black velvet of space enveloped the small stealthed Blackbird shot out into space.