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

[Lash]

Location: Imperial Mk III-class Star Destroyer Termagant
Objective: Move into firing range of Prime fleets
Allies: [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="stardust"] [member="Varius"]
Enemies: [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Thanith Gumara"] [member="Eliza Lunelle"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Laguz Vald"]


Fleet

Spoiler

Lash Balmora fleet - 4000 meters
Imperial MK III-class Star Destroyer - 1600 meters "Termagant" - Holding Central Position in reverse chevron formation
* All attack craft Docked
Annihilator-class Fire Support Cruiser - 750 meters "Hood" - Flanking postion starboard of Termagant
* All attack craft Docked
Annihilator-class Fire Support Cruiser - 750 meters "Kaga" - Flanking position port of Termagant
* All attack craft Docked
Ravenous-class Frigate - 300 meters "Tafcon" - Center position in forward line
* All attack craft Docked
Ravenous-class Frigate - 300 meters "Moors" - starboard position in forward line
* All attack craft Docked
Ravenous-class Frigate - 300 meters "Hughes" - Port position in forward line
* All attack craft Docked

Formation: Inverted Chevron Castle
Fighters Fighters Fighters
FG / FG / FG CA / / CA
SD

The Prime fleets were now beating on the republic forces engaging them. Lash watched as the skirmish impressed with the battle control and gunnery of the Prime fleets. They were superior to most fleets he had engaged or studied. The fought with a relentless drive that Lash had seldom seen outside the Chiss. They were a formidable foe indeed.

The Lead Republic ship moved out from behind the disabled Sith Dreadnought into a firestorm. The shielding rippled then gave to the massive amount of firepower being relentlessly poured onto it by the Prime ships. The starboard hull erupted in a maelstrom that even at the range Lash was observing from was impressive to the naked eye.

"Commander, disable double front shielding and shunt our reserve shielding power to Engines. Lets try to close the gap between us and weapons range on those Prime ships."

A moment later republic fleet, which had moved away from the battle around the back side of the now disabled Sith ships, disappeared only to set off the Termagants proximity sensors as it reappeared to the Imperial Fleets starboard flank.

"Commander, Transmit gamma Protocol, Have our fleet move into Castle Formation"

The Laser Transmitter blasted out a short round of flickers sending the burst transmission to the other ships of the IMperial fleet. The frigates of the group veered off to the left flank of the formation as the two fire support cruisers moved up into a forward inverted chevron tip formation with the Termagant. The twelve squadrons launched from the frigates broke up and spread out along the front of the formation awaiting orders to pounce.

To the Imperial fleets starboard flank the now disarrayed Republic fleet attempted to rally and move into position to escort the Imperials in to engage the Prime fleets. Many of the ships now sitting off to Lashes right were damaged . Lash hoped the Republic still had some fight in them. They were not Chiss after all and Lash did not expect much from them.

"Captain, See to it we do not move too far ahead of the Republics ships. We may need to use them as fodder once we arrive inside weapons range."

The Blue Skinned man smiled and nodded

"Of course sir, I will see to it."

Lash sat back and watched the ships in the distance grow larger. Soon they would be locked in battle. Soon he would gauge the spirit of these prime upstarts. Temper their resolve as they see fit they would know the Name Stela'shlit'nuruodo by days end, win or lose.

Summary

Spoiler

Fleet formation change
Republic fleet jumping to Imperial fleets starboard flank
Dismiss non Chiss life forms as they are inferior.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Location[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: Closing in on target[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: A[/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 - [member="Tålamod Shapochka"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The life of a warrior was a harsh one - there wasn’t much happiness to be found in it either, not really at the very least, you pulled yourself together every morning to return to the frontlines of an eternal war… no, the warrior’s life was nothing pleasant. Carach was not an ordinary warrior though, a Sith Lord always held… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]different[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] perspectives when it came to the endless bloodshed, cruelty and agony that was excreted from a long war.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]His movement had blurred, muscles working overtime to accommodate the energy being pumped straight from the Force, through the medium that was Carach and into the fibers: it granted him power, endurance and above all the speed to save Nephthys and himself. In the distance the bay doors were whirring as external input forced themselves to override security protocols, the mechanical doors slid open and revealed the big empty of space - soon followed by the disabling of the force field separating the breath with the cold.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]And yet it was not as simple as that.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Carach, Voice of the Dark Lord, had not been standing still, waiting for his fate to come upon him, instead within himself materialized the dark emotions that fueled any Sith worth his salt. The anger, the pain, the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]fury[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] of the moment, it all gathered in a storm crowding around his extended hand, a second after the bay doors finished their transition from closed to open, so did Carach finish the last pull and push.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Blood swarmed across his hand - and with that he sent off the black power, cascading from his fingertips like pure, hungry ink. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Its target? The closed reinforced bulkhead door that kept Neph and him from salvation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]A microsecond passed and the field of annihilation simply… phased through the steellike material, leaving only smoking remnants in its trace - but Carach did not wait to look, instead his form blurred once more, leaving the cargo bay behind them and moving to metaphorical safety.[/SIZE]

 

[Veris Tagge]

Location: Sitting in the Command Seat of the AT-FAT walker Widowmaker aboard Transport
Objective: Move around flank of fleet battle towards Balmorra
Allies: Imperials and Republic
Enemies: One Sith and Prime

Colonel Varis Tagge Sat in the seat of his command walker watching a hologram of the battle in the distance. It would be nearly fifteen more minutes before the assault Imperial assault force made planet fall and He wanted to watch as much of the engagement as possible before doing his finale status call. His forces were spread out over 50 ships now moving around the edge of the engagement zone inbound for Balmorra. is commanders were ready and well trained and he had confidence in them and their abilities. But he knew better than to think this was an instant or inevitable win. The forces of the Sith are formidable on their worst days and nearly unbeatable on their best. He was sure of two things only. The battle would be glorious and thousands would die.

An alarm went off indicating it as time to put away the holo projector and get to work. He looked over the image one last time then powered off the projector tucking it away in the side compartment of his seat. HE looked up at the HUD system and pulled it down into place. The system meet up with his eyes and displayed all the information abut his walkers systems and readiness. Information on all the other heavy walkers in the force. A scrolling display of the communications chatter from the force commanders and any other information important to the assault about to begin. Veris tested his HUD targeting matrix and engaged the power core of the massive walker. Below him the four men of the walkers ten man crew went about preparing their stations. The crew of the massive vehicle was read as were the assault troops in her belly, all poised for battle.

"Lieutenant, Bring the reactor to one hundred percent and test rotary pressure in all six limbs."

The pilot siting in front of Varis carried out his orders checking the six legs of the walker by moving the joints as much as possible inside the drop ship.

"All Gunners Weapons are free we land in ten minutes. Pick your targets and engage with prejudice."

Tagge looked over his display for the last time then raised the HUD system up until it was needed. He looked out the forward viewport at the other four walkers in the transport. WIdowmaker was a beast as were the others. Soon the hulking beast of war would be set upon the SIth forces and if the day went well upon Victory.

 

[Reverance]

Objective: PVP
Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]
Equipment:

Spoiler

Amphistaff
Lightsaber
Chom-Huun
Voxyn Al'Do
War-Torn Armor
Armorweave robe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QFD35usRIY​

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Fire, it rises. And from the embers, he smoldered. He had sought the blood on his fists, the drip drop and the withered pieces that had preceded it. There was a tune of multiple tones, riding aloft in the foray, that only he could seem to hear. If only he could have others appreciate it as he did, to appreciate that snap of the fingers. That fragile step between life and death, something so precious, so priceless, and so easily thrown away. The power of life and death, he felt the decay of a God beneath roiling flesh. But that flesh was scarred and taught, stretched across him and coated in black and red. The armor had lost it's shine, the wear of the war was vibrant and speckled, dried and black. He felt the swell of it, the pride in the brevity of such fleeting life, and it put him somewhere between the ground and cloud nine.

As the door hissed open, he was greeted with a figure in the split second between when something is seen and action is taken. Where he had previously had stereo sight in the force, it muted in the presence of his warrior and inwardly, the Voxyn Al'do's ferocity diminished. The arm had taken her for a Yuuzhan Vong, Gabriel remained unconvinced in that quickly escaping moment of internalized conversation. Armor, form, utilization of technology and the gun, he would have mocked the arm if given the time. The doubt though, that was enough to bring such malice and hunger back into the fold. All in the nick of time as a gun was raised, the sort that was intent on doing him harm. If he had the Vonduun, he would inwardly smirk at the gesture. But here, he had sacrificed weight for the battle, for the speed, and for the blood. And what speed came would flick on like a broken flaslight, the sort that works just when you jostle it.

Rattling in the cage, the force bit at the bars, a caged beast. The sort that Gabriel smacked hard with the whip when needed, and allowed the drag otherwise. And here, it was the pull that he felt as his knees tightened, his calves and his femurs contracted and moved. And the effect was the beginning of a kneel, the sort that kept the balance in the core. Just as his left hand struck upward at the aimed wrist, closing the distance between the two, the bullet ejected from the dissuader, one smacking against the phrik plating before careening magazined slugs into the ceiling above. His voxyn hand worked in tandem with the speed, impacted and thoughtful, as it gripped the now ignited voxyn blade and slashed towards the chest of the soldier, from her left to right. With his aim and intent, it would attempt cut her from arm pit to arm pit with a lightning speed.

Just a sprinkling of the force, he would continue with a dousing as he collected upon the gales of telekinetically assisted movement. No words now, none needed.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Defend base in the Sundari Flatlands
Enemies: [member="Xander Stanforth"]
Gear: Armor, Boots, Lightsaber, E-11 Blaster Rifle

Tmoxin landed in a crouched position after the Jedi rolled away from her, but quickly straightend back up, noting the blaster in pieces on the ground. She heard the sound of his lightsaber and watched him get into a defensive stance.

"My name is irrelevant," she said. "I'm here to protect the interests of the Sith." Truthfully she relish the idea of her identity being connected to this operation, but she wasn't going to hide in the shadows, using an alias.

The Hapan Dark Jedi's natural form was Makashi, not trained through any academy, but practiced through fencing and swordplay. She swung her saber in a few practice flourishes to warm up and then said, "If you think that was rude, we can make this perfectly civilized. You can surrender and I can go have a cocktail."

"The choice is yours."

She had attacked him first, but was now waiting to see if he wanted to discuss more, or if he would make a strike against her. Tmoxin may have looked relaxed but every nerve in her body sang with alertness.

 

[Keira Priest]

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

Where most that claimed themselves some kind of Jedi would shy away from the darkness Keira instead embraced it, drawing on the sheer tangibility of the woman's hatred and anger and pulling it into herself in order to glean strength from it, refining the energy into a purer state so that she might use it for good. It was an ability most considered rather unorthodox for a supposed warrior of light, to say the least, but she was adamant about using every tool at her disposal and then some. If this was what it took to win this fight, then this was the skill she would utilize to do so. It was all a matter of choice, and if she had to give herself over in some sense to the dark so that others might survive, then she would.

A half-smile cracked visibly on her lips, the only immediate response to the well of power that she had gained some sort of access to through the Sith. Once again she was reminded of the sheer acidic toxicity of the Dark Side and the shackles that she had broken only recently, freeing herself from its altogether unforgivingly destructive embrace. Now she was welcoming another facet of it into her life, this time regulating her own utilization of such a potent resource. Sometimes fire had to be fought with fire. It didn't take much to light the match that sparked the conflagration. The Sith themselves were fuel enough. Anything else only added to the fire.

Reaching out through the Force she allowed her focus to linger on the vornskr, her hand clenching into a fist and twisting to the side, snapping the neck of one of the canines. Another shift of her hand would raise the limp corpse from the ground, a final sharp movement throwing the body at the other, still live animals. Once again she would lash out with a telekinetic burst strong enough to throw an individual off their feet, directing it at the Sith currently weaving the incantations. With any luck it would break her concentration, once more leveling the battlefield.

 

[Rexus Drath]

Objective: PVP at B
Location: Balmorra arms factory
Allies: The Republic [member="Keira Ticon"]
Enemies: The One Sith Friendship Coalition and the Backyard Boogie Crew. Namely The [member="Countess of Báthory"] and [member="Kala Maedrin"]
Gear: 1 blast vest, one lightsaber (blue), 1 cortosis imperial knight glove, some fresh duds.

Rexus smiled as he saw Keira get back in the fight and start wrecking things once again, after all he was the one doing all the work here because he was clearly the more superior Jedi in this situation. But all jokes aside Rexus felt the putrid sensation of the dark side crawl up his spine. The woman was preparing a working of the darkside and it was a powerful one by the looks of it. Something that his strongest barrier might not even be able to hold back if he was lucky, and at this point of stressing his force muscles he doubted that any barrier he conjured up could stop the combined effort of the two Sith Lord ladies working up power in their hands. So that left him with one option that was going to suck, a lot.

"Cover me!" He said with a hoarse voice.

With his body aching and his mind throbbing he kept a smile on his face and decided that if they were going to win this he had to take down both of these peeps or at least weaken them so that Keira could move in. This would be his last working with the force and it certainly was going to be the most mentally taxing due to what it required from him. This planet wasn't exuding hope and light, it was a place of darkness and pain so what he had to take he had to use from within.

"Okay Sith, let's play this game." He said to himself as he pulled back behind Keira so she could cover his working.

Closing his eyes and dropping his saber to the ground Rexus let the force flow throughout his physical and spiritual being and drew power from within. He thought of every good thing that had happened to him in his life. He thought of the first time he had kissed Jenha Brightstar on the beach of Manaan, the thought of eating a Bantha burger on Smashball Sunday, he thought of the first day he had met his wife, and the moment he held their daughter Emily in his hands. All of these memories he used to channel the force into his palms as a light blue aura began to envelop around him. The light side of the force coming from within him as pure and pristine as an angel sent from heaven. But it wasn't just the force that he was channeling, it was himself. A literal chunk of his life force and memories of happiness and hope, of love and redemption. That no matter how dark it seemed there was always love to be found within it, there was always a light in the darkness. And that light began to manifest itself in the palms of his hands as it all began to charge up and ready to flow out of him to purge the darkness from these foul beings.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Location[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: In space![/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: A: In Carach's arms... ko'd...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: The One Sith - [/SIZE][member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: The Republic - [member="Tålamod Shapochka"]


The whispers were louder now. They clung to the shells of her ears, murmuring cries in a tongue as ancient as the Celestials themselves. It was a language of time past. Of an era where the Ember of Vahl stood mighty and proud.

Before the Jedi had come to spat upon the Goddess and her throne.

Deeper into the bowels of the Temple Nephthys would wander, until the sudden blazing of indigo lights would bloom in succession along the dark corridor. Ghostly hovering orbs that would swirl with the Darkside of the Force, along with an undercurrent of something far more.. primal.

The air was dank with a metallic tang. It took a moment before she realized it was the scent of blood. Dark liquid coated the carved floors and walls, glistening thick under the glow of the indigo orbs. A pulse seemed to go through it, much like any living being.

As if the very temple was alive...

 

[Alva Calvarona]

Location: Gorinth Canyon (PVP/NPC, C objective)
Allies: Republic (I guess, no idea whose nearby)
Enemies: [member="Agamemnon"] and the Sith

Gear: Dragoon Class Combat Armor, Crinan Energy Blades, Slicewire, E-11 Blaster Rifle

In truth, Alva had not expected the results to turn out as good as they had. Her attempt to hastily call on the mag- the force to create a small burst of wind had wound up being rather effectively. Of course it hadn't moved the droid itself, she hadn't expected that at all actually with how weak the wind was. However, she was happy it had successfully diverted the course of that mist, whatever it was, and managed to get some of it on the droid's body. Not that she knew what it was exactly yet either, seeing as the fact it hadn't burned through the droid's armor where it had wound up landing on the mechanical menace's form. Still, it might have an affect on the battle yet, it just came down to how to exploit whatever weakness on the droid it granted her.

For now the crinan woman was more than happy enough to exploit the brief distance the exchange had bestowed upon her since the droid had moved to avoid the mist quite capably. Of course as she turned to pursue the menace she sought to destroy, Alva had to instead focus her efforts on dodging its attacks once more. Now one might wonder why she didn't just opt to try blocking the shots fired her way and move forward on her opponent when his lower posture gave her an advantage. . . . but then those who wondered weren't familiar with how the shot from a paddle beamer appeared. It took everything Alva had in her not to quip over it too as she jumped aside opposite of whichever leg was targeted (unspecified) so that she might dodge the charric fire as well.

Perhaps the next time she ran across Matsu Ike or the younger Ike who worked with her she would try to make sure Matsu received her thanks. having to tag-along with the Silver Jedi woman as she worked on developing a paddle beamer blaster hybrid had given her quite the understanding that lightsabers, but perhaps not her more primitive energy blades though she wasn't going to test and risk it, did not block or deflect the shots very well, and that special ones could in fact pass through sabers. . . . .it left her wondering just who was designing a droid like this to go hunting down Jedi, and what gods she must have offended to have to be the one in its sights instead.

Whatever the reason, it was her foe for the time being and left her little option but to destroy it. Something she was already putting together a fine plan to do as she began chanting and slowly circling the droid, eyeing the terrain of their little battlefield for advantages.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Factory
Allies: Republic
Enemies [member="Vrag"]
Equipment:

Spoiler

Pouch of Harrowbane seeds, Ultrachrome Armor, Basic Lightsaber, Sweets x 3

Things weren’t going completely to plan. Spencer was starting to run out of ideas. The game of cat and mouse could only last for as long as the mouse continues to come up with good ideas. Spencer’s ideas were, starting to become not so great. The relentless beast that had found her wandering on her own made her regret her decision to do so. Maybe the tides would be different if she had decided to stick around with the pack. It was too late the sights were set on her and she would have to either fight till the other was done and over it, or she was killed.

The latter was one of those situations that she would like to avoid. The plants didn’t slow the large woman much and this caused Spencer to groan, there goes buying herself some time to think about a better plan of action. Settling into her stance, she balanced herself and raised her hands, they were open and her fingers curved. She waited till the woman drew close enough and with each attempted strike, Spencer focused on her tutatminis blocking the attack with her arms and body and absorbing the energy that came from the blade. Reaching out, she released the energy, strong currents of lightening surged from her finger tips aimed at the attacking Sithling.

 

[Tålamod Shapochka]

Location: Space (Objective A)
Allies: The Republic, [member="Lash"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="stardust"]
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Thanith Gumara"], [member="Catalys Maijora"], [member="Eliza Lunelle"], [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Laguz Vald"]

Being in orbital eclipse of Balmorra in the main flank's orbital maneuver about the moon's equator, Shapochka's fleet was able to get clear of signal interference within the moon's shadow. Flying 'silent' with all engines cut and therefore avoiding any potential for emissions tracking, it gave them time to coordinate and set up for the jammers this time. "Solve the comms problem, yes. Visual coding in work." She turned to her weapons coordinators. "All targeting checked on Watchers." They would not fall prey to any faulty sensors readings provided by their Primeval enemies. It would be their time to offend--and hopefully make short work of it all.

Within the shadow, though--that gave her time to think. Not only were her concerns along the tactical lines, but there was yet another, more emotive consideration the admiral had to process. And emotions did not reveal themselves to her mind very often. Honor, order, and fortitude were her principles, and she held fast to them with a steel grip. Little ever escaped her somber visage except anger, tepidity, or self-righteousness. But now she felt something incredibly foreign to her, and that was the feeling of calm. She was ready to do something daring, if not downright crazy.

Not that the Revelation Fleet was in the middle of any motion one might deem drastic. But now Tålamod did not discount the possibilities that could open before her. Daring, bold, and defiant.

Her thoughts were blown away in a matter of moments, however. Though the calm continued to envelop her despite the interruption. "Fleet is diverging in ten seconds. Abort procedures, Admiral?"

"No. Continue." Shapochka's command then initiated a splitting up just past the halfway point of their roundabout path, with a few ships continuing on their equatorial trajectory and contracting in their formation at the apoapsis. A trio of other ships broke off with retro propulsion briefly interrupting the free-flight without emissions. The same occurred finally with Admiral Ackbar and a frigate escort, though this pair switch to a southern route. Engines were cut once more by all, and at the apex of gravity's elliptical track, they were ready to free-fall into a rapid surprise attack.

"Prepare for fire. All weapons are charged?"

"All weapons are clear."

"Fire when in sight-line. All long-range." Give it time.



Major Kwrashhar watched as the magnetic field flickered away and the giant turadium doors shunted back into their open position, allowing the intruding bird to simply float away like garbage. Satisfied with the results, he turned to head to the mess and grab himself some chow.

Alarms went off abruptly, just as he was entering the main corridor of Partition 6, Deck 7. Pressure gauges had just dropped as a breach in one of the hangar's airlock entryways had been detected--something he had never heard of before. With an irritable growl, the towering Wookiee tread back to his post and flicked the intercom back on for a detachment of security personnel and deck engineers to make their way to the point of trouble. What did we have here?

Whatever was up seemed to imply that a quick call to the bridge was in order. It was unusual for any mechanical issues to occur that had not been brought upon this ship by the MPs sniffing around for hidden spice stashes...

Spoiler: Fleet Summary

Champion - Admiral Ackbar ~28% main shields loss; light stern structural damage; all engines and power restored~ > Adjust to south axial orbital course orbital course (72 fighters)


Champion - Conviction ~44% main shields loss; light port-stern structural damage; all power restored~ > Adjust to north axial orbital course (72 fighters)
Bastion - Bastion ~19% main shields loss; all power restored~ > Adjust to north axial orbital course (36 fighters, 12 bombers)
Centurion - Emancipation ~38% main shields loss; light stern structural damage; all engines and power restored~ > Maintain orbital course (12 fighters, 96 bombers)
Solo - Solo > Maintain orbital course (72 fighters, 48 bombers)
Rieekan - Calamity > Maintain orbital course
Rieekan - Veracity > Adjust to north vertical axial orbital course
Rieekan - Deadly Diplomat > Adjust to south axial orbital course

Noblesse - Restitution - Taeli's command
Mothma - Inculpable - Taeli's command
Rieekan - Virtue - Taeli's command
Vinnath - Mother Goose - Taeli's command

 

[Vrag]

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

Again and again, her attacks sank into the seemingly endless reserves of her opponent's skill with the force. Countless saber strikes and an explosion to boot, and Vrag was starting to wonder just how deep those reserves went. You had to get tired at some point… right?

And then she stopped wondering, because there was karking lightning being shot at her, and it became abundantly clear that the woman had't been absorbing her attacks so much as she'd been storing them for this nefarious purpose.

Still, her lightsaber was quick in her hand, and with its near-weightlessness, the shift from attack to defense was a minute one. Close range, though. Not quite minute enough. She would've cursed, but only white-hot rage would've spilled forth instead. Not hers, or very little of her own, really; it was hard to tell where Vrag ended and Ygdris began, these days. It was Ygdris hurting for the most part, the crabs lining her left, open arm clenching in pain and fury as the tendrils of electricity coursed through their bodies.

The smell of charred meat would soon assault the blonde's senses, but no sooner than the reciprocation of the Vong-Sith monstrosity she had foolishly engaged. The firrerreo's defense had consisted of a step to the right and a quick parry of her lightsaber to sink most of the lightning, but some bolts had escaped past the blade and dug its white claws into the armor lining her left arm.

The bodyglove underneath kept the woman herself protected, but nothing on this world or the one below could keep her safe from the anguish and ire coursing through the rest of the Ygdris. The siblings were angry. Kataal, Zhudah, Enga, Lal, Chrin, Kag, and Quodeith were all angry.

Oh, and Lammie, too.

Which, in their current position, was a terrifyingly bad thing for the blonde, because her arms were still extended in the burst of lightning, and her head was still helmetless. The amphistaff would lunge from the depths of the skull with every intent to bite at the unprotected flesh of her neck or face, to impart the pain of her brothers and sisters being burned alive by the current thousandfold unto the infidel's blood until it boiled. Considering their negligible range and the Jedi's exposed position, there was really nowhere she could go.

Vengeance was coming for the blonde, and it had sharp, sharp fangs.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: The Balmorran Arms Factory (Somewhere near the upper levels)
Objective: I might be under the bed, ready to bite…
Allies: 70s disco and oddly some metal bands too
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | Running out of time – and boogie titled songs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLM2CT-y74c

Corvus smiled as if he’d paid her a tremendous compliment. “Oh, she’s perfect. And I mean truly perfect. Which is why I intend to return to her when I’ve finished with you.”

From his outstretched palm manifested a thick green smoke which began to oxidize the metal around them causing it to rust and corrode rapidly. The tendrils snaked through the air like serpents.

For a split second Corvus believed she was witnessing the manifestation of Dark Tendrils – her studies of Bane and his death were specific in their detail. But the Force power being utilised came from Vornskr and not the earth they stood on, so that was dismissed as an option.

Why was it important? Because you can’t counter an Ability in truth unless you know what it is. Corvus needed to deduce what was happening – and quickly. She cast her mind back to the era she loved the most and believed she found what she was looking for. Darth Plagueis’ words surfaced in her mind. It was an Ability he was fond of – despite its addictive properties.

The cells that make up all living things contain within them organelles known as midi-chlorians. They are, in addition to being the basis for life, the elements that enable Jedi and Sith to perceive and use the Force. Plagueis learned how to use Dark-sided energy to manipulate midi-chlorians, and to effectively instruct them to return to their source – or indeed him. In plain Basic, killing the host.

Corvus had a number of weaknesses. Her range of Jedi Abilities were limited – and because she focused on a few of those, she was no more than proficient with many she knew. She chose to be master of a few. She knew enough to train Padawans – but in a combat situation, she had few tools at her disposal. Her logic was sound. There were only so many hours in the day. She regularly counselled Jedi not to try to know too many Abilities. There is insufficient time to practice them all daily – for consistent use is what keeps them at a level that would stand the rigours of a duel.

She was also a defensive counter-puncher and was unable to take a fight to an opponent – she relied on them faltering if she were to defeat them.

And lastly she thought too much. Whilst she was considering what Vornskr was using, the smoky tendrils were edging ever closer. She considered a Force Barrier – but this was an Ability she’d struggled to learn. She could keep out a blaster bolt – but such a powerful and tangible manifestation of the Dark-side? She knew it was beyond her.

Running was an option, but she dismissed it out of hand. She could slip into White Current but doubted the tendrils would be fooled – even if Vornskr was.

And with every alternative she crossed off her list, she allowed the tendrils to move ever closer.

Then…without any warning at all…the Dark-side energy seemed to condense and fly at her chest rapidly. She had no time to react and expected to feel the Force ebbing from her.

Except it didn’t.

Corvus wore two necklaces inside her robes, albeit one was more of a pendant. The first she’d found on Pax Insul. Conveniently. It was a compass with a difference. It pointed to wherever Braith was. And if she was close, it glowed too.

The second was a gift from her partner. A simple but stunning design; a dragon swallowing its own tail. Braith had given it and told her it would protect her. Corvus had loved it for who had given it. For the beauty of it. She hadn’t truly considered its properties.

Yet it seemed as though the necklace was – quite literally – siphoning the Dark-sided energy into itself and locking it away. And there was an odd side-effect. It was as if she felt the Force emenating from the necklace. As if she would be able to draw the energy from it – as if it had somehow converted the Dark-sided energy into the Force itself. For her to call upon if needed.

Corvus looked at Vornskr, the surprise evident in her own face.

“Well that was…unexpected,” she said. “Now…where were we?” And she held her saber in front of her, awaiting his next attack.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

Location: The Balmorran Arms Factory (outside)
Objective: Ever dance with the devil baby?
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Mullarus"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uao73FefA4

Nubica knew the exchange was going nowhere and as she sought the shatterpoint the Sith clearly had similar reservations about his approach and the lightning abruptly stopped.

She allowed him to recall his saber unmolested. She was a Vapaad user, but she was also a Jedi. They were – in her case – one and the same.

And then he spoke words that lifted her heart. Sith were creatures of passion. In order to avoid aiding her, he would instead deny his very nature. Avoid fighting in the way he had been taught. He was now in unfamiliar territory – which only bode well for Nubica.

So she stood, waiting.

"Jedi do not fear. And we do not attack. As long as you stand in peace, so do I. You have just learned some of the Jedi rules. For what little good they will do you. I suspect you haven't been paying very close attention. And it's too late to start now. It's over."

"This is another Jedi rule." she took a couple of steps to one side, to find a space on the ground that hadn’t been charred by the lightning. "If you fight a Jedi, you've already lost."

"This isn't a big dog thing. If I must, I will hurt you. Badly. Though I would rather not. So…do you have a move to make?”

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Location: Arms Factory
Allies: OS
Enemies: [member="Nubica Felidae"]

The jedi's arrogance was disgusting. Even now, when she could not feed off of Mullarus' passion, she still boasts that she has the advantage. She assumes that Mullarus cannot fight without losing his mind and losing control of his emotion.

Typical jedi. They always think they are winning, even when they are on the threshold of Hell.

Mullarus shook his head and frowned, "Save your boasting, schutta. I'll shut that filthy mouth of yours and teach you some karking modesty." His words were hateful, but he avoided tapping into it. This would be a battle of skill now.

Mullarus quickly stepped toward her and swept his lightsaber high and horizontally at her side. It was a simple attack that could be easily defended against. There was more to dueling than trying to make every one of one's movements impossible to defend against.

 

[Aston Jacobs]

Location Balmorran Arms Factor
Allies GR, [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies OS, [member="Sage Bane"]

He was stong, there wasn't anyone gonna deny that fact. And his power with the darkside of the force seemed to be tremendous. However strong the darkside was though, even a single ray of light, or hope could forever outshine such a darkness. Things looked grim, but he wouldn't stop fighting. His blade hit the cortosis armor and his blade short circuited for a few moments and a small glimmer of worry came across his face as he had never dealt with cortosis before, but his blade beamed strong again the sith jumped down off of the balcony down below towards his master.

Aston knew what the sith was trying to do, and the padawan himself had to do everything in his own power to stop that. The padawan looked over the edge and in turn jumped from the catwalk landing behind the sith and the Jedi Padawan with the force to quicken his movements moved into a crouching position and swept his leg around with enough force, just above the ground looking to trip the Sith and knock him down.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

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[Sage Bane]

Objective: PVP
Location: Balmorra Arms Factory, ground floor
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"], [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Gear: Dark Armor, Sessile Trio-staff, The Blade of the Satvas, Lightsaber

The elder Jedi crumpled to the ground, folding to his knees, his face a rictus of agony. By this time, Sage’s vice-like grip on the other man’s heart should presumably be causing coronary spasms and blocked arteries, restricting blood flow and rendering the other man unconscious and in dire need of medical attention. Any Force powers that were slowly creeping back into the Jedi’s body would likely be too late to turn his fate, but one never knew. The ways of the Force were incomprehensible sometimes, even to one who had mastery over it. One thing Sage never underestimated was the zealous will of the Jedi to turn the tides in the face of defeat.

“Tell me how it feels to grovel at my feet, Jedi?” Sage demanded. It was doubtful that the other man even heard him through the pain, but what was a good Jedi whipping without some cruel barbs? Twisting in the metaphorical knife was usually Sage’s favorite part of any given fight. And if he could get an answer to his taunts, it would be exquisitely satisfying.

But his smugness would not last, as in the next moment, Sage felt his footing being stolen away from him. The whelp was back, jumping in to to try and save his Master’s miserable existence. The Sith Lord fell backwards, smacking the factory floor with an “oof,” his amphistaves hissing in unison and writhing like a nest of vipers. The grip on the Master’s heart was broken, but Sage was confident the damage had been done. Growling, the Ataru Master performed a kip-up and then stood before the Padawan, his eyes shifting to a deep, angry red hue. It was time to show the untested young Jedi, just what challenging a Hand of the Dark Lord would get him.

Sage began feeding off his seething hatred and the animus that flooded the factory, charging up a new attack on the Padawan, one that would make him regret his act of fancy footwork. Using the excess of powers that still flooded through his form coupled with the ancient incantation of Sutta Chwituskak, he released a bolt of the Force that manifested itself as a physical spike. Like a spear thrown by a giant, the Bolt of Hatred shot towards the Padawan’s chest, aiming to shear the flesh and crack the bone beneath.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Location[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: Closing in on target[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: A[/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 - [member="Tålamod Shapochka"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]They were not out of the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]danger zone[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] just yet - in fact, the deeper they went into the flagship the more dangerous it would become, but this was Darth Carach they were talking about: the Sith who had sunk Ahto City while juggling the Lord Inquisitor of the Omega Protectorate, the same Sith who had stepped foot on Kashyyyk and left it with a stolen army of Graug behind him… a Sith Lord whose name was known, yet his face remained elusive as always.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Yet again, Carach immersed himself within the silent void of the White Current, embracing an emotionless state free from passion, only directed by the motions of the moment, the facts and guided by a clarity of mind.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Their vision bended away from view - but unbeknownst to the Sith… blood dripped away from him, and it left a trail.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]One which could be followed and could be used to detect him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]His mind was elsewhere though: perhaps if it hadn’t been, this rookie mistake wouldn’t have been made, but currently he was trying to penetrate the inner-most thoughts of Neph. Bypassing the temple, the visions of her brother to give her a message.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Your help is needed, little one. Awaken… we still have a job to do.”[/SIZE]

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective A
Balmorran arms factory
Allies GR, [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Enemies OS, [member="Sage Bane"]

WIth the tightening grip on Mantics heart the sith lord would soon be triumphant. The jedi knight could hear the mocking voice of the Hand, and it was as terrifying and painful as the physical damage he recieved from the force grip.

Then suddenly, a thin thread of light shone through the vast darkness that had lowered itself over Mantic.
His padawan lived, he could sense him, and within a blink of an eye the grip over his heart was gone.

Mantic collapsed on all four, drawing on the harsh air of the factory. But hope had returned, through his padawans force signature he had realized the existance of light in this place, the necessity to not falter, to keep purging it from that which the sith lord represented.
The force drained from him had not been restored completely, but it was slowly returning.

Barely able to stand he turned inwards, finding the source of his own power. It showed itself easy enough to the scarred jedi. He had seen countless of battles and faced the dark side many a times before. This time however, it was one who claimed the title Hand.

could it be...

There was no time for thoughts, his senses started sending out alarms, not for himself but for [member="Aston Jacobs"]
This in itself cleansed Mantics mind. For the first time in his life his force valor activated without further preperations and aided his otherwise weakened position. His green saber sprung to life and with a roar he thrusted it it upwards toward [member="Sage Bane"] s back. Possibly impaling him from behind, hopefully weakening the spike that otherwise would most likely prove to be very dangerous for his padawan.