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

[Catalys Maijora]

Objective: Fleeting.
Location: Aboard command ship.
Allies: [member="Eliza Lunelle"] | [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Lash"] | [member="Tålamod Shapochka"]
Fleet: x1 Primeval-class Star Destroyer | x2 Time Rift-class Star Destroyers | x1 Hood-class Cruiser | x1 Partisan-class Cruiser | x2 Spewer-class Carriers | x4 Gulandi-class Escort Frigates
Length: 6650m

"Enemy's at our flanks! Preparing jamming--Wait. A fleet is dropping out of hyperspace; should be near the enemy's aft."

"What are we looking at, Republic reinforcements?"

"No... They're matching our signatures, sir."

Catalys sat up, cracking his joints in doing so. "Didn't think anyone would actually listen to me," he rose to his feet and saw another Exemplar's fleet drop out of hyperspace behind the enemy. He watched as streaks of light and forces of energy struck against the opposing fleet at the same time his own ships fired. Quickly the damage showed, and within moments a small frigate-like vessel exploded in a quick burst of light.

However; before they could finish the job, the opposing fleet managed to conduct a micro-jump near the edge of the planet's mass shadow. The move was bold, and quite risky, yet it seemed they'd face no consequences for that action... Catalys would have something to say about that. "You know what to do, looks like our friend does too," he motioned for a maneuver with a hand gesture. It took a few seconds, but the officers began relaying the orders.

Primeval ships--except for the Primeval-class--turned to face either of the Republic fleets, and began moving in the opposite direction of their location. Due to their reverse thrusters, the Primeval-class was capable of keeping pace with its guns still fixed upon the enemy position. Certainly other long-range weapons wouldn't be so useful, as they began to escape effective long ranges, but the Hellbores would not be hindered by this. Firing upon enemy frigates, the Primeval-class' hellbores were able to unleash one hundred and twenty energy torpedoes a minute. Each carried the firepower equivalent to that of a concussion warhead and moved at twenty percent lightspeed; or in layman's terms, really karking fast.

Spoiler: Actions

>All vessels moving out of attack range of enemy fleet.
>Primeval-class is utilizing reverse thruster.
>Firing hellbores during reverse.
>Hellbore one firing at Kaga.
>Hellbore two firing at Hughes.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective: PVP[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Location: Balmorra Arms Factory[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies: The One Sith | [member="Countess of Báthory"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Enemies: The Galactic Republic | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Rexus Drath"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Cold rationality took over.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Kala was a creature of action and reaction, but she was also a being of immense experience and part of that experience was noticing when people tried to manipulate her. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Dun Möch was Sith in nature. Induce anger, fury, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]passion[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] in your opponent and create artificial imbalance - which you immediately took advantage of within the duel, but as said before… Kala wasn’t no thirty years old anymore. Life had taught her many immeasurable things and one of them was see through subterfuge.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Immediately she locked down her emotions, kept them in check to examine later. She still saw the pain of the little pups, but it didn’t touch her as much as moments ago… and immediately she went from the offensive to the defensive: her fist, radiating a hue of blood in power, raised up instead of aimed at the two Jedi and she hissed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The hiss was the conduit for the external projection of power, energy hitched onto the sound and suddenly electricity latched itself in a sphere around them. It cackled, it hissed with her voice… and it would keep them marginally safe from most harm.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]A manifestation of pure defense.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Some time now, Countess.” Kala would whisper under her breath as she doubled down on the power around their current projection.[/SIZE]

 

[Laguz Vald]

Location: Balmorra
Allies: [member="Thanith Gumara"] | [member="Eliza Lunelle"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Catalys Maijora"]
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Lash"] | [member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Juwiela Melec"] | [member="Tålamod Shapochka"]
Equipment:

Spoiler

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  TS-1 Sniper Riflehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/52677-ts-1-rifle/?p=790997
  
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  Directed Chargehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/62365-saeva-directed-charge/
  

Fleet:

Spoiler

x1 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/68138-primeval-class-star-destroyer/ Balagoth
x2 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/25753-hood-class-fire-support-cruiser/ Anja II & Anja III
x1 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/22727-partisan-class-technological-warfare-cruiser/ Juma Juice
x1 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/49029-ruin-class-siege-cruiser/ Getting Over Anja
x1 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/53457-boar-class-assault-cruiser/ Kiran
x1 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/67008-time-rift-class-superior-ew-assault-destroyer/ Rusty
Total length: 6365 m

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4V90AmXnguw​

Big badabum!

Or so xe was told these things went; Laguz wasn’t a master of the fleets, and xe certainly knew when xe was outmatched professionally. Having no pride or dignity left to speak of helped greatly when it came to swallowing such perceived slights, and this one was no different. The Commander — Lord Keres something or the other — was far snottier in that regard, but upon realizing that the merc wouldn’t attempt to meddle with his every move, the man had relaxed somewhat.

Somewhat.

There was much room for improvement still, Laguz thought, but xe was smart enough not to voice those thoughts. They’d just gotten past the initial cold shoulder, and all in all, Lord Keres didn’t seem to be that bad an individual. Maybe after they’d taken out the trash, the two of them could make a pit stop at the captain’s cabin for some R&R.

Business first, thought! Business always came first.

After taking down one of the enemy ships had sent said enemy fleeing to its big brother with its proverbial tail between its figurative legs, the Commander had decided it was time for another course of action, and one that the shifter could certainly appreciate. Staying at range was always the best play, in xir honest opinion. It would’ve been even better if the foes didn’t even know they were there, but what can you do. The closest you could get to virtual invisibility with a fleet that size was using EW, which they were, being the smart and cunning cookies from edges of wild space.

"Engage moonwalking maneuvers!"

Without ado, the fleet in question turned around and began moving away from the advancing enemy, with all but the Primeval-class pulling a literal face-heel turn in order to ram forward at full speed. Not Balagoth, though. That was one sneaky, sneaky vessel, and a dangerous one at that. Why, you ask?

Well, remember the range thing? Remember how Laguz approved of it? Well, snipers oft approve of things that deal massive damage from afar, and the Hellbore cannons were no different. The merc watched with an appreciative glint in xir eye as the Commander ordered the two death-dealing monstrosities to spew their infernal spawn once more, this time targeting the pursuing enemy fleet. One for Tafcon, one for Moors.

Primeval was all about the equality of class, after all.

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

[Getting Over Anja, Anja II & Anja III, Kiran, Rusty, Juma Juice]
Pivot 180° and proceed to move in the opposite direction of [member="Lash"]’s fleet
[Balagoth]
x1 Hellbore cannon at Tafcon
x1 Hellbore cannon at Moors
Proceeds to move in the opposite direction of Lash’s fleet
[Rusty & Juma Juice]
EW systems brought fully online

 

[Darth Nephthys]

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


The echo inside was becoming increasingly eerie with every step the young Vahla took. She would follow the slight downward angle of the floor, summoned by an intangible pull she could not explain. It was then that the voices returned. A keening wail that rapidly grew and multiplied into a chorus that resonated throughout the hall.

Further steps would bring the young woman into a vast open chamber. The glow of the indigo light would flare off in the distance. What was it?

Lost little Vahla...

come closer...


Like a lamb to the slaughter, Sokara Vu Noi, would step onto the middle of the chamber. There, pulsing with a scarlet glow, lay a singular crystal. It was as large as a man's fist, a crystal heart. At its center shone a faint ruby glow.

Her hand would extend, as if guided by an intangible force. She but only barely skimmed her fingers across the crystals surface when there was a crackle of electricity. Her nose would fill with the smell of ozone as the crystal heart suddenly pulsed with light, a red flame so bright it left spots swirling in her vision.

Yesssssssss.....

A deep throaty maniacal laughter would bubble forth around her, the crystal heart pulsating erratically. Light grew with every beat, an illumination so intense that she could no longer see.

My Will shall be done child. Through you.

A savage breath took Nepthys then, drawing her from unconsciousness. The dredges of her vision would fade and she would start within Darth Carach's arms.

Trembling, she would shudder, and for a moment, couldn't help but curl her diminutive form against that of the broad chested Darth.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Objective: PVP
Location: Balmorra arms factory
Allies: The One Sith | [member="Kala Maedrin"]
Enemies: The Galactic Republic | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Rexus Drath"]
Gear: Spidersilk / Shimmersilk dress. Lightsaber foil (waterproof and no dimetris circuits) Class! Vornskr pack of 3 for npc flavor~


Odojinya was a Sith incantation that created a dark side web, a magic technique favored by Sith sorcerers-- favored by the Countess of Bathory.

A wolfish grin would carve across her lips as the noblewoman would be protected by Kala. The incantation of her spell completed, her entire focus would shoot out towards Keira Ticon herself.

The summoned strands of dark side energy went lashing out at the woman, every intention of wrapping around the target and ensnare her in an unbreakable mesh. Like a fish caught within the net of the Darkside, the sorceress would give an expression of sweet, utter, lustful satisfaction as those beautific lattice of dark energy would whip and tangle forth.

At the moment that they would potentially cinch tightly, Cyrena's utter concentration would commence the focus on severing the connection to the Force and continuously sapping her strength as well.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

Location: Arms Factory
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Mullarus"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8OOWcsFj0U&list=PLDXjIyFRkL3JPm-vm3vcS-E_7zs-K50SD&index=11

“So tell me Sith, if you avoid accessing your emotions, how do you propose to fight. Without your emotions you cannot access the Dark-side, surely?”

“And once you access those emotions, you’ll inevitably slide into the base ones. Anger, hatred. I sense them in you. Give in to them. It’s where you draw your power from.”

Her saber snapped to life and deflected his blow. It was a simple defensive manoeuvre. “Come, come, you can do better than that. But you need your passion. Open yourself to it, you know what I say is true.”

And there was his quandary. Remain calm and weaken his connection to the Force though a lack of emotion, or do as she demanded and know she was calling the shots, to do what she told him to do. Decisions, decisions...

 

[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.

With his eyes still closed Rexus remained still, a monolithic statue that remained in its place as if it had been there for eternity. The blue aura of light blue energy continued to flow around him as sensations of peace and love washed over those who stood close enough to him. The thoughts and memories of loved ones and happy times poured from raw emotion and was channeled into the energy that bound the universe together in the purest of ways. In a way a baby smiles for the first time, or a flower that blooms for the spring. What was being focused wasn't these epic amounts of passion and hatred, not the darkness that subjugated this world. No. It was neither Sith nor Jedi, it was the power of a child playing like nothing else mattered in the world, it was the power of a spring rain on warm skin, and just these small things held more power over the dark side than any Sith Lord could ever conjure.

With his eyes snapping open his pupils were replaced by glowing orbs of radiant light and beauty. The darkside lashed out at Keira and enveloped the two sith in a field of protection. The dark side was strong, it was a brutal force that could never be conquered completely. But it was a force that could be beaten, one that could be bested. There was no more Rexus at this moment, no imperial knight turned Jedi. There was only a collection of light and power within a host.

"No." The host whispered as it raised its hand.

Pure white force light spewed from the right palm of its hand and clashed with the darkside, purging it and keeping it away from Keira. The power of flowers blooming and puppies sneezing doing war with all that was wrong and evil in the Galaxy. Light and tendrils clashed and it turned its head to the two Sith that stood protected in the woman's darkside manifested shield. The host of light raised its left hand and more light spread from its palms to purge darkness where it saw it. The darkness of the Sith Lords would be brought to the light for all to see what vile and horrid creatures they were. The host's eyes narrowed at the two women and the energy intensified of darkness purging beauty.

"YOU HOLD NO POWER HERE, BE GONE DARKNESS!!" The host yelled in a booming and commanding voice.

 

[Tålamod Shapochka]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxvkI9MTQw4​

Location: Space (Objective A)
Objective: Slay Catalys Maijora's flank
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"]

A look from the south pole of the barren moon as Admiral Ackbar progressed 'underneath' provided Admiral Shapochka with a view that inspired one last maneuver that could be ordered under comms coordination before it was back in jamming range. She was calm. She was cool. Vengeance was to be served ice-cold. "Bastion to lead on converge, yes. Turbo cannons on surface. We have extra weapons now."

Commander Matsui nodded, her firing instructions sent via him in secret to the targeting officers. Why in whispers? No one may know. But it was a quirk of Shapochka, and there was no need nor standing for anyone to question it. Perhaps, however, it was to preserve the tension. For men work better when under the weight of the galaxy.

Detections crew were working rather furiously to pinpoint the massive fluctuations that one of the enemy flagships (Maijora's, unbeknownst to the Republic crews.) had been emitting, and it turned out to be not difficult. The GAM units were quite clearly detecting gravitic horizons that were not typical of Balmorra's orbital plane, and the Watchers were taking over to double-check sensors readings in quick time. It lurched a bit in turnaround, but was eventually holding steady on a reverse course. Not that gravity would not do the targeting work anyway. "Enemy destroyer is marked. GAM signals are loud and clear."

Only a few more seconds, and the bulk of the Revelation fleet would reappear out from its hiding place. "Hyper cannons, all fire." The admiral cast her open hand forward with veracity. "All fire on mass, yes."

At coordinated orbital periapsis, and with the fleet still out of sight, fifty-one hypervelocity rounds flashed out of their cooled muzzles once more, curving slightly under the influence of the moon's gravitational pull before free-falling under the pull of the Primeval-class warship's own gravity, for it had failed to drop its interdiction field throughout the battle. There would be no stopping the onslaught. The Primeval commander had set the target for the Republic--unmissable--and Tålamod was much obliged to receive this gift.

Now the Revelation Fleet's primary force group peeked out from behind the horizon of the moon, their gray hulls matched against the dry surface of a dusty globe until they were just far enough out to be distinguishable ahead of the deep backdrop of open space.

Opening fire with their previously unused turbolasers, the capital ships cut out massive boulders from the rock of Balmorra's natural satellite, and the destroyers latched their tractor arrays onto the debris and guided them into a trajectory that would also fall into the Primeval-class vessel's gravity well. Meanwhile, these solid, makeshift missiles would also serve well protecting the Republic capitals from direct incoming fire along the way. As it stood, the ship profiles of the Republic's assailing fleet was rather concealed behind the debris field of its artificially summoned asteroids, which were hurtling without yield towards the enemy's initial response fleet.

"Assault wave one, yes. Go." And the first squadrons of fighters and bombers were away, homing in to clean up whatever burning hulk remained after its reckoning with the might of Admiral Shapochka's hand. "To hell with the Sith!"

"TO HELL WITH THE SITH!"



Major Kwrashhar's recently phoned-in squads had arrived and discovered a mysteriously blazed-through blast door that was supposed to divide the main deck bulkheads on one side of the airlocks from exposure to the actual hangar bay itself. Tampering? Absolutely.

Decks 6, 7,and 8 personnel were placed on full alert, and turbolifts were barred from access to those decks. The Wookiee officer sent an urgent message up to the bridge. Now was time to alert the people upstairs. This was war--full of rats--and they had some big rats aboard.

Kwrashhar then noticed a trail of blood, convenient as a fairytale. He had no doubts that it was a track left by the intruders, though, oddly enough, no one had reported any suspicious persons roaming the corridors. With a gruff snort, the major paged his peers in the MP squads, Sergeants Whifful and Adstral, to rendezvous with him and get to the bottom of this little invasion. This was his partition of this deck. And no one in his partition dared ruin his lunch breaks.

Spoiler: Fleet Summary

Champion - Admiral Ackbar ~13% main shields loss; light stern structural damage~ > Proceed with parabolic orbital escape 'slingshot' from south polar to convergence point } Fire 20 HVCs on Catalys' Primeval-class flagship (72 fighters)Dispatch 12 fighters


Champion - Conviction ~29% main shields loss; light port-stern structural damage~ > Proceed with parabolic orbital escape 'slingshot' from north polar to convergence point } Fire 20 HVCs on Catalys' Primeval-class flagship (72 fighters) Dispatch 12 fighters
Bastion - Bastion ~4% main shields loss~ > Proceed with parabolic orbital escape 'slingshot' from south polar to convergence point } Fire 20 HVCs on Primeval-class flagship } Fire 8 HVCs on Catalys' Primeval-class flagship (36 fighters, 12 bombers) Dispatch 12 fighters
Centurion - Emancipation ~23% main shields loss; light stern structural damage~ > Proceed with parabolic orbital escape 'slingshot' from equatorial path to convergence point } (12 fighters, 96 bombers) Dispatch 24 bombers
Solo - Solo > Proceed with parabolic orbital escape 'slingshot' from equatorial path to convergence point (72 fighters, 48 bombers) Dispatch 24 bombers and 24 fighters
Rieekan - Calamity > Proceed with parabolic orbital escape 'slingshot' from equatorial path to convergence point } Fire HVC on Catalys' Primeval-class flagship
Rieekan - Veracity > Proceed with parabolic orbital escape 'slingshot' from north polar to convergence point } Fire HVC on Catalys' Primeval-class flagship
Rieekan - Deadly Diplomat > Proceed with parabolic orbital escape 'slingshot' from south polar to convergence point } Fire HVC on Catalys' Primeval-class flagship

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

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

Objective: Post faster.
Location: Balmorran Arms Factory
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: [member="Cyril Grayson"]

The Jedi moved at a speed Enoch had rarely witnessed. Perhaps the bulk of his father would be a match, but Enoch doubted even that. He could feel the strength behind the blow as he raised his saber to block the attack, both of his hands white knuckled from gripping his hilt so tightly. More proof that he was probably in over his head, but at least he had a generous amount of confidence. Swiftly, Enoch let his blade slide off of Cyril's as Greta launched her own counter attack. Enoch would spin, trying to get to the other side of the Jedi Master. Maybe if they could attack him from two sides, they could bring him down. Though with the way he wielded both of his lightsabers, he had his doubts about that. Once around him, Enoch would send a horizontal slash at Cyril, simply attacking with the first few centemeters of the blade. Hopefully he could fight, and keep the man at bay.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Location: Next to Darth Vornskr
Objective: Survive.
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]; The One Sith
Enemies: [member="Ella Nova"]
Equipment:

• Sith Assassin Armor
• Single bladed yellow lightsaber.

The biggest advantage of being a Miraluka was likely the ability to see though the force. To utilize it as one's own eyes, so to speak; and that was something Vaulkhar was more than thankful for at this moment. Though his natural sensitivity to the force and the ability to see through it were rather useful at this moment, they sadly were not enough.

Vaulkhar's eyes widened as the Jedi Knight began to gather the energy about her, the very winds around her shifting and shaping to her form. To the young man, who could only see her form and the force around her, it was beautiful. It was a masterful piece of art that only a god-like being could manifest into this realm. The very beauty of the image shook the young man, more so than any wind ever could. But it also terrified him. A push such as that would surely launch him over the railing and likely snap a few bones upon landing. Which was what the young warrior did not want to happen.

He dove to the side, finally breaking out of his miniature trance, though it was too late. His leg was clipped, sending him spinning through the air, directly at the railing. The force push easily outpaced him, smashing through the railing and opening a path to open air for the flailing man. Taking a deep breath, Vaulkhar cleared his mind and reached out, catching upon a piece of the shattered railing. It was enough to both stop his movements and stop himself from flying out into open air, but it put him into a rather precarious situation. One he'd have quite a hard time getting out of it.

But something was odd about the young Sith. His power and use of the force came not from his rage or passion, but instead his peace and his control. That was not the way of the Sith.

Shaking his head, Vaulkhar began to climb back up towards the platform, wincing every so often as a very clear wound was carved into the flesh of his arm. It was deep and it was life threatening. The Sith would likely not survive without aid, but he called out for none. He fought his way upwards, with only a single arm and grit teeth, he pushed. Vaulkhar did not give in to rage or emotion, he kept his calm to the best of his ability, pushing past his limits; but it wasn't enough. He began to lose his grasp, beginning to slide backwards.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mtJHufHFvo[/youtube]​

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

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

"Interesting." mused the Sith Lord, his brow furrowing as he detected the alchemical properties at work within whatever the Jedi Grandmaster wore around her neck. "Quite a curious bauble, but I've seen better quality trinkets in my trash bin." Vornskr himself was a Master Alchemist of sorts, although he preferred to craft together monstrosities from living tissue rather than forge weapons and armor (although he was perfectly capable of doing so), bringing forth foul marriages between flesh and metal that he had learned from the Holocron of Belia Darzu before he handed it over to Rave Merrill in exchange for a weapon that could eat the souls of the living much to [member="Adekos"]' ire. But he found it a suitable trade, and so he did not heed the whining of a capitalist who had forsaken the glorious Sith in order to pursue his own financial gains elsewhere.

"But trinkets will not save you, Corvus. Not from me." He snarled and reached out with the Force towards the artifact wrapped around her neck, feeling it out and sensing out the craftsmanship of it's make. As a Master Alchemist he understood the methods in creating such a thing far better than most, although there were certainly those few who surpassed his knowledge by a wide margin, but he suspected that whomever created this was not one of them. Thus as he quickly learned to understand the item itself, along with faint traces of it's creator, he sought to destroy it utterly using the Shatterpoint technique. A technique he typically reserved for destroying fortifications and armor rather than such a small object, but if the Muur Talisman could be annihilated in a similar manner than surely by manipulating the Force in a similar manner it should destroy this little toy.

Then again, Vornskr was known to be overconfident of his own abilities versus those of his enemies.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Location: Same as every other post
Allies: OS
Enemies: [member="Nubica Felidae"]

Mullarus continued his assault, attacking with thrusts, sweeps, and subtle feints alike. The jedi continued to run her mouth, as all jedi do when they should fight instead. He said nothing to her. She could waste her breath all she wanted. Mullarus learned to battle without the need to use the dark side. A real warrior did not rely on the Force to fight. His strength was found through skill and swordplay, not through using the dark side as a crutch.

How ironic that the jedi commands the sith to give in to his hate. If he didn't know better, he might have thought the jedi were the real evil ones here on Balmorra. Is this what they teach their students now? It is no wonder they are bound to fail. Perhaps by not doing as she says, she herself will grow into a mold of rage and fall to the dark side. All Mullarus knew was that while he defied her and battled calmly with a clear head, he had already beaten her in a contest of dignity.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Gorinth Canyon (PVP/NPC, C objective)
Allies: None
Enemies: Republic, [member="Alva Calvarona"]

The droid lunged forward, its spaced out wide stance granting it mobility in every direction, its weight perfectly balanced. The servos in its arms and legs revving up as it made in for its next wave of attacks. Worst of all for the woman was the fact there were still so many tricks and weapons it had yet to reveal.

Bringing itself back into lightsaber range the droid’s series of attacks flashed rapidly. The upper left arm spun like a saw blade, slashing for the collar bone of the woman. The upper right arm moved in a blur, thrusting for the woman’s left armpit, a weak spot for inferior organic beings. Her heat sat not far beyond that tiny obstacle.

The lower arms brought the fight to her legs as was normal for the droid in battle. This would force the woman on the defensive, and hopefully actually hit her. The lower left arm moved low, striking for the ankles with as much force as the droid could muster into its mechanical arms, aiming to strike off one of her feet and limiting her mobility. The lower right arm moved for the woman’s hip, intending on striking as many areas as possible to make blocking all the lightsabers nearly impossible.

Furthermore the droid had something even angrier planned. With its head about level with the woman’s separated by only a short distance the droid unleashed another weapon at its disposal. The electroray discharger concealed on the head of the droid unleashed its electrical fury at the woman’s head.

 

[Darth Ayra]

Objective: Liberate the Balmorran Arms Factory
Location: Upper Levels
Allies: Corvus Raaf
Enemies: Darth Vornskr, Vaulkhar

| [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] |

Ella held her lightsaber in front of herself, as she made her approach to the railing. Stood over the edge, the Jedi Knight lowered her gaze to her enemy. Vaulkhar was in bad shape, hanging on to what was left of the railing. She sensed his pain and felt sorry for him. But she could not allow her feelings to get in the way of her duty. She was no Padawan learner anymore. She was a Knight of the Republic.

And men like Vaulkhar sought to destroy it.

Her lightsaber slashed through the air, into the part of the railing Vaulkhar was hanging onto. Cleaving through the metal, Ella stood back up right as she tore the railing off. She quickly looked back down over the edge, to watch Vaulkhar drop.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Location: Next to Darth Vornskr
Objective: Survive.
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]; The One Sith
Enemies: [member="Ella Nova"]
Equipment:

• Sith Assassin Armor
• Single bladed yellow lightsaber.

As the woman approached and held her lightsaber high, Vaulkhar's lips twisted into a sad grin.

"In this day and age, even the Jedi are practitioners of evil. How sad."

Her lightsaber cleaved through the railing, dropping the man from his hold up above. He plummeted to the story below, his left arm, already bleeding profusely slammed into the railing of the floor below, catching on the railing and snapping at the wrist. A grunt of pain could be heard upon impact as it sent the young acolyte spiraling through the air towards crates below. His body smashed into them, destroying the crates and leaving him laying barely conscious within the pile of rubble. His gaze was drawn upwards, where he stared blankly at Ella.

There was no hate or rage, purely disappointment.

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Objective: B PvP​

Location: Balmorran Arms Factory​

Allies: The One Sith​

Enemies: [member="Mak Manto"]​

​

It was to be her day off that turned sour very quickly. An invasion force had come to Balmorra. The call to the front line was quick. She had not the time to go back and fully equip for battle. The only thing she had on her was her basic dress uniform of an Imperial Officer, one standard lightsaber with synthesized red crystal, and one comlink.

Recalled from leave she rushed to the destination of the arms factory. Her orders were clear. Defend the arms factory. Armed with only a light saber and the Force she had made it to the factory. Among other defenders she had sensed something. It was a familiar presence. Without the ability to recall her past memories it was hard to make sense of it. Braking away from the other defenders Bix made her way through the factory. In search of this presence she wondered if this person knew of her past. The presence was Mak Manto. There was no way for him to recognize her. It was highly unlikely she would recognize him. A meeting that very well most likely end with pain for the both of them.

 

[Mak Manto]

Objective: B PVP
Location: Balmorran Arms Factory
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Enemies: [member="Bix Slisia"]

Moving slowly in the shadows, his eyes gazed in the lingering darkness as he heard the battle continuing outside. Pulling out his lightsabers, he slithered around a corner, coming to an open factory floor full of machinery. As small explosions continued to make up the only noise he could hear, he felt a presence coming to him, one full of darkness. There was no doubt this was a Sith, and whether they knew he was here or this was just a random encounter, it seemed a battle was coming.

As she finally approached, his eyes narrowed at her appearance. He gazed at her silently for a few seconds, not moving from his current spot before he smiled at her.

"I guess you're here looking for me, right? Name's Mak Manto, Jedi Master."

 

[Lash]

Location: Hyperspace enroute for Balmorra
Objective: Engage Enemy Fleet.
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:
Fighters Fighters Fighters
FG / FG / FG
CA / / CA
SD

Lash sat watching the primeval fleet in the distance moving out of formation and turning away from his and the Republic commander, he know knew was Taeli Raaf. The ships made a axial pivot maneuver and began to move away from their fleet. In the center of the group now moving away the two larger vessels remained facing the combined Imperial, Republic group maintaining their forward firing arch.

"Sir, They have enacted some sort of electronic countermeasures. Targeting is being interdicted."

Lash smiled for a moment then sat back in his seat. The Prime were making some interesting tactical decisions. Lash looked out at the two ships now facing his force. The large destroyers had begun to move in reverse slowing his groups closing speed and maintaining a forward arch. A second later bright flashes of light exploded from the prows of the two ships as their massive batteries ignited instantly slamming energy into the forward shielding of The Hughes and Kaga. A side display showed the scene as the two ships took the brunt of the massive barrage. Kaga's shields rippled from the onslaught as energy waves spread over them like spider webbing. It maintained its shielding but Lash could only imagine the vessel's shields were near depleted from the shot and would need time to recover, the Hughes was not so lucky. The shielding held for a moment then collapsed under the volley if energy
torpedoes. The prow of the ship ignited as the remaining energy not absorbed by the shielding slammed into it. The ship shook and listed for a moment before its thrusters could correct its course. The prow now had considerable damage and Lash could make out atmosphere venting from the large hole in the hull.

Lash was not smiling anymore. The beasts in the distance had bitten him and now must be put down.

"Tactical, I need you to visually plot a solution on one of those big ships. Do not rely on the targeting. Over ride the computer and just use you eye major."

The chiss officer nodded without a word and went about overriding the targeting matrix protocol and the computers system locks. The ships in the distance were massive and made easy targets.

"Beam primed and ready Commodore, awaiting your orders."

Lash eyed the ships in the distance then looked at the officer and nodded. the ship vibrated as the power built up and the axial proton beam cannon fired. The massive red beam struck out at one of the ships in the distance carrying with it the vengeance Lash himself projected upon them.

.............

Aboard the Hughes, captain Marcus Ritus picked himself up off the floor and stood again. The blast had shook the ship to its core.

"Ops, Seal off the those forward compartments venting atmosphere. Get Dc crew working on stabilizing the forward structures We do not want any secondary damage from fire and hull integrity issues. How are our shields?"

A young officer picked himself up and sat back in his seat to look over the ships systems display.

"Shields coming back up sir. forward projector is damaged and is not charging,"

Marcus shook his head and looked out at the ships in the distance which had just sucker punched his ship.

"Get DC crews on it we need our forward shields before they can recharge those guns."

"Aye sir."

The Hughes had been hit hard but she was a tough bird and was not out of the fight yet. Marcus smiled as he saw the flash of Termagants Proton beam canon exploded to life striking out at one of the massive ships in the distance.

Summary

Spoiler

Moving into firing range
substantial Damage to Hughes
* forward shields down until repaired
* venting atmosphere from forward port compartments
* one heavy ion canon destroyed
Shielding of Kaga at 17 percent and recharging slowly
Fired Proton Beam Canon at Balagoth

 

[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 big, brutish Sith Lord, the man who slaughtered thousands by decision, who had stolen armies, sunk cities, who owned everything, claimed the hearts of many and generally seemed like a person who always had everything under control… he blinked.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Something was stuck in his throat that prevented him from gulping, so he coughed softly, but it didn’t help with the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]feeling[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]What was that feeling?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]His arms instinctively grew tighter around Neph, pulling her in closer to his chest, he was a Sith Lord, a man who made death his job description… this shouldn’t happen to him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“It’s okay.” his deep voice whispered, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]hummed[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] with its usual baritone. But there was no gusto in it now, there was simple sadness dripping, because he had [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]seen[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] into her dreams and now the Voice of the Dark Lord was starting to understand the role that Neph was playing for the Eye.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]And deep within him something started to grow, though for now he did not know what it was.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“I am here.”[/SIZE]

 

[Allyson Locke]

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

Spoiler

Pouch of Harrowbane http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Harrowbaneseeds, Ultrachrome Armor, Basic Lightsaber, Sweets x 3

The smell of burning flesh filled her nose again and once more Spencer thanked the Force she was a vegan for the most part. The woman would never become accustomed to the smell, but this time around she didn’t pull away from it. The smell was something good, it meant she was making progress against the Beast from the One Sith. Her empathy gave her the hint that something more was going on with the armor. It intrigued her, there was something more than just it being armor.

There was more than just one being, there were multiple. It caught Spencer off guard and it solidified any thoughts that the armor was indeed alive. Because they were close and it was obvious that the armor and its wearer was ticked off. This didn’t give Spencer any time to react to the next attack – it was an attack of pure emotion and rage. She attempted tp put her arm up to block the overhead attack, but it was too slow. The only thing she could do to avoid getting her face ripped apart was move it slightly as she stepped to her left to somehow get out of the way. The sharp fangs ripped through the soft exposed neck flesh and the warmth of her own blood seeped against the armor.

The pain quickly surged through her, but it wasn’t a focus. She needed to remain focused on what she was doing now that she knew there was some way to harm the seemingly invincible armor. Stepping backwards, she once again out stretched her hand and fired off the lightning. Spencer hoped the small amount of distance gained would give her some sort of advantage if whatever it was that bit her decided to attack again.