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

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective A
Arms factory
Allies GR, [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Enemies OS, [member="Khallesh"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Draco Vereen"]

There was still hope. He leapt through the air preparing his powerful overhead attack. While the dark lord was powerful he seemed to have been disturbed by the recent onslaught he and his padawan had managed. It was possible to defeat him.

Barely aware of that the Vong creature had engaged his padawan Mantic was however momentarily confused. He had not sensed [member="Khallesh"] appearing. He had only sent a shift in focus from his padawan. That meant that the sith lord could refocus completely on him.
there were no time to reconsider as his leap was suddenly halted by something else. A dark power embraced him, slowly muting his connection with the force. He barely had time to notice before he then suddenly felt himself pulled away, as if knocked in the stomach he bent over and was cast back before he could land his strike. It was most likely an enormous set of luck. Or the will of the force.
Had it not been for this he had been impaled by [member="Sage Bane"] and his spear like attack that now missed him as he was tossed about.

Crashing down, with his knees first he knew he had not time to think. His training was all that mattered and it kicked in as he would brace himself mentally to try and avoid any further attempts to damage his ability to use force powers.

While there was much damaged done to him. He was not beaten that fast.
Focused on remaining his force valor active primarily.
While he could not sense the vong he was very much aware of the three sith lords approaching in different directions.

It appeared his time had come. The dark side powers rushing through the area was overwhelming in itself. Yet, he could not allow himself to simply give up. Too much depended on their success here on Balmorra.
The force sometimes held surprises and because of this he raised his saber and assumed soresu form while dancing forward to reach [member="Sage Bane"] once more.

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Aston Jacobs"]

There was the slightest sensation of backwards pressure as the padawan exerted his influence on the Force. Those ripples in the field that connected all life simple washed over her, barely altering in her wake. The Yuuzhan Vong did not block the Force, they were not Ysalmiri. They were outside of its influence, disconnected from it long ago.

Her dextrous left hand ran down the length of her arachnostaff and her right leg swung back as she prepared her next strike. His free hand was still extended towards her and she intended to capitalise on that opening. The Yuuzhan Vong were physically imposing specimens, and Khallesh was one of the most accomplished. Without any aid from the Force the greatest of their warriors had gone toe-to-toe with Jeedai. The Noghri, once feared for their speed and prowess had suffered devastating defeats when they engaged Yuuzhan Vong in hand to hand combat. Khallesh was fast.

The power came down from her right shoulder as the head of her staff whipped down again. This time she aimed to connect with his saber a foot below the head of the staff. If he blocked that strike, the staff would wrap around the blade and try to grip it tightly. Then she would pull back hard. With her right leg behand her she had the freedom to shift her weight back and twist the padawan off-balance. With any luck the lightsaber could be pulled free, but at worst her significant weight advantage would make him stumble.

Then she twisted and reversed her momentum. In the dark factory the light that filtered through to them almost seemed lazy in the dusty air. Yet the tip of her arachnostaff’s tail still glistened from the droplets of corrosive toxins that had been released to lubricate the stinger. The lower half of the spear stiffened in her hand as she swung the tail in from her left. The two strikes: the whip from her right, and the stab from her left would come in quick succession. As far as Khallesh was concerned, if she was left dangerously close to the padawan - open to a counter but able to strike at him with the spines on her knees and elbows - then all the better.

 

[Isamu Baelor]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwJj7rbwRHQ[/media]​

Location: Gorinth Canyon
Objective: Defend the Canyon
Allies: The One Sith | [member="Adekos"] [member="Yurzhoc Shai"]
Enemies: The Republic | [member="Ali Hadrix']
Forces:

Spoiler

500 x Infantry
10 x IW-02A Lohengrin
9 x IW-01A Phaedra
9 x IW-01B Croesus
8 x AT-AW
6 x Tartoros Class Walker
5 x IW-02B Tannhauser

Much like Contruum, this battle was too important for Isamu to be on the front lines. He needed to be in the command center. He needed to command his forces. He stood, hunched over the holoterminal, watching the battle unfold before him. “Sir. The Republic forces are attempting to interfere with our probe droids.” Isamu shrugged. “It doesn’t matter” Isamu stated. “Their countermeasures won’t work on our droids photoreceptors. Continue the attack!”

To Isamu, there was no such thing as honour on the battlefield. There was no honour in getting your men killed. To him, deception was every bit as valid a tactic as anything else. If it would save the lives of his men, it was something he was willing to do.

Prior to the landing of the Republic forces, Isamu had lined the canyon with dummy vehicles. They were damaged, decommissioned vehicles, patched up just enough to seem operational. They looked like the vehicles they were impersonating, and generated heat, but they could do nothing else. They were made purely to trick the Republic thermal sensors into wasting ammunition, and leaving themselves open to attack,

The Republic rushed in to strike at the Sith forces. Their forces attacked the heat emitting dummies, while a few targeted the artillery walkers. Thanks to the natural cover of the canyon, and the powerful shield of the artillery walkers, two Tannhausers only took minimal shield damage.

The Republic K-Wings entered their attack path, and approached the canyon. The droids could plainly see the incoming K-Wings. They analysed their attack vector, and transmitted the information to the anti-air walkers littering the canyon walls. Even though they were only vulnerable for a brief moment, the Sith anti-air took advantage.

The Phaedra heavy anti-air walkers unleashed the full force of their weaponry. Their deadly flak cannon filled with sky with death, as the explosive ammunition propelled shrapnel in all directions. Their homing missile octets locked on to individual fighters, and let loose into the sky. The missile stalked their prey, and roared at them.

The Croesus light anti-air walkers spun their multiple-barrel, rotary rapid-fire laser cannons, and fired on the K-Wings. The cannons could fire at a rate of 33 rounds per second, and lit up the sky like a lightshow. The K-Wings caught in the fire would be ripped to shreds.

After the anti-air units had unleashed their assault, they retreated back into the cave systems that ran throughout the walls of the canyon. The amount of earth between the walkers, and the enemy sensors, would stop the enemy from tracking them via heat signatures. The republic K-Wing assault had managed to destroy a number of dummies, but that’s about it.

The Republic MAT-TE’s fired their weapons at the dummies. The rounds tore through the dummies, completely obliterating them. It wasn’t a loss, the dummies where doing exactly what they were put there to do. As they fired, they revealed their exact position in the canyon passes. Isamu's forces took advantage, and fired on the republic army.

The Tannhauser, and Lohengrin, artillery walkers locked on to Ali's force on each side of the cliff, and her advance force. They unloaded all their missiles, and artillery shells, into the rock directly below the MAT-TE walkers, including the one Ali Hadrix was in. Their immense firepower caused the pathways to crumble, and fall out from beneath the Republic forces.

Summary of Actions:

Spoiler

- Droids continue to use visual reference, and aren’t interfered with by Ali’s broadcast
- Tannhauser and Lohengrin artillery continue to accurately pummel enemy forces.
- Croesus and Phaedra anti-air unload into K-Wings, then retreat into cave systems.
- Artillery catches MAT-AE walkers on the ridge
- Artillery collapses the paths under the MAT-AE walkers

Damage:
- Numerous dummies destroyed. Numerous still operational.
- 25% shield damage to two Tannhausers.

 

[Sage Bane]

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

As Sage's prey was pulled back by a wave of the Force, the illusionist snarled like a rabid dog. The Sith Lord's bolt of hatred of shot through the air, boring into the wall with a thunk. Who would dare take his kill away from him? As he whipped his head angrily to the side, his question was answered. In his view was a familiar vision in Skerr Kyrric, his fellow hand, Vrag. The Fierrero was an object of fiery lust for the Sith Lord. He supposed a kill steal could be forgiven by someone who made his blood run so red. Like two demented siblings ripping a shared toy in half, they could fight over the Jedi. It would be fun, and entertainment was something this battle sorely needed. Draco Vereen, his Han Brolo, also emerged from the smoking chaos. A threesome. Even better.

Tossed around like a boat adrift, the Jedi landed and sprang up, rushing Sage with a less energetic form, Soresu. Sage's eyes flashed red as his hand shot to his knife to unsheathe the blade, his self-crafted Blade of the Satvas, now red to match his own hateful emotions. Conserving his Force powers, the Hand's trio of amphistaves wove together like a thick shield to bat away the long swing of the other man's blade, their maws snapping in the air. The saber sparked against the nearly impenetrable hides his snakes, but the strike burned, and Sage viciously bit his own tongue from the agony, red rivulets dripping down his chin under his helm. As the Sith Lord's Vong biot handled the glowstick, he turned his rangy torso, body turning, lunging forward to stab the other man in gut with the Netharanium knife, the color-changing metals a deep, murderous black.

 

[Vrag]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbXg4mifMJs​

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Ground PvP
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Sage Bane"] | OS
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] | GR
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
Wrist-mounted melee shield

It would seem she had overdone the pull, and a small grin curled one corner of her mouth as the Jedi was sent flying. She was unused to dealing with the Force without having it dampened by the plates of Vonduun Skerr Ygdris, and the end result was… a bit off. Oh, well.

Neither combatant wasted a moment, and with surprising agility the enemy sprang back on his feet, as if he hadn't just been viciously thrown against the unpleasantly unyielding duracrete that served as their field of battle. As he crossed into wide measure with the Pinky, Vrag would burst after him with superhuman speed, armor and muscle flexing in unison to cover ground in the span of but a breath.

While the Jedi foolishly devoted his focus solely to the nimbler of the two Hands, the firrerreo would punish his lack of attention with a two-fold attack; first would come a simple, but effective slash at his exposed back. Nothing flashy, just a red lightsaber blade poised to cut him in half like a knife through butter, from left shoulder to right hip. Quick and practical above all. In the event that the man somehow avoided an attack he couldn't see or sense, she would still follow-up with a kick to the side of the knee of his back leg, aiming the chitin boot as she would transfer the force of a hip twist into the low blow. With her natural strength and that of the Ygdris combined, the joint — a weakest point in the support column of the leg — would likely snap in two like a dry, rotten twing.

She knew what her mandalorian ally would attempt next, however, and she would be prepared for when it came, fingers itching to wrap themselves around the pouch and free its contents at a moment's notice.

 

[Alyona Volkovna (Алёна)]

Objective: PvP
Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Enemies: Trin Gravois | [member=[/SIZE]Lucas Gravois] | [member=Nolan Detta]
Allies: Jedi, GR
Equipment: Luke Skywalker's lightsaber (EVI), shoto lightsaber, various stun, flash, and fragmentation grenades.


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Alyona felt her blades engage only air, turning to face and approach her opponent almost immediately. She halted for a moment, however, when she felt the Dark Side of the Force gathering against her. The pain and rage and disdain that fueled its strength flowed into the Force, and Alyona was forced to abort her attack. Her lightsabers deactivated as she thrust her hands forward and opened herself to the Force, turning Lucas' poison into medicine as she converted his hatred and negativity into positivity and love within her own mind. This dampened the strength of the attack, though she still felt an extreme amount of pain growing within her mouth as her gums bled and several of her teeth cracked. With a flick of her mind, Alyona sent one of the grenades at her belt flitting through the air toward Lucas. Much as energy redirection abilities divert various energies from one purpose to another, Alyona redirected her opponent's hate and desire to cause harm into the grenade flying through the air, causing it to detonate before Gravois as she dropped to a knee and attempted to shield herself from the blast with a tentative barrier.

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Location: Airspace Above Gorinth Canyon
Objective: Seize The Canyon (PvP/NPC Obj.)
Allies: Galactic Republic
Enemies: One Sith: Engaged with [member=Isamu Baelor]
-[member=Adekos]
-[member=Yurzhoc Shai]

Spoiler: Forces

8 MAT-TE Assault Walkers
240 Republic Commandos
8 A-10 LAAT/i Gunships
8 A-10 LAAT/c Gunships
2 AA-CT3 Hovertanks
4 MAT-AP (Artillery Pod Walkers)
8 Mk-IV AWD (Automated Walker Droid)
(Anything else in the Republic/Imperial Factory arsenal may be used; to be found in the Republic Faction)

Spoiler: Ali's Equipment

Full Suit Beskar-plated Armor, vac-sealed
--Maroon trimmed with grey
Verpine Assault Carbine (with underbarrel grenade launcher)
Verpine Shatter Pistol
Variable Grenades
--Incendiary
--Flash/Stun
--Smoke
--Ion
Durasteel Knife
Wristcomp
Personal Shield
Flamethrower
Wristrocket
Cable
Jump Pack

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After the initial wave of attacks, Ali paused to analyse the enemy response. “While I'm doing this, keep moving forward, driver. Sensing, get a fix on their probes, we need to take them out if possible.” The probe droids, whilst using visual reference, would still have to transmit their data to the Sith forces, which is where the Republic jamming systems and ECM broadcasts would come in handy to hopefully disrupt transmissions and corrupt information.
She turned her attention to the combat display, analysing the Sith response to their attack. Several of the targets their weapons struck offered no response, the rounds merely detonated and seemed to offer no affect. However, when she checked the display, most of those targeted no longer registered on thermal optics. “I'm not sure those are...real.” Ali wondered aloud, waiting for the targets to fire back, or move, or...anything. Nothing happened, leading Ali to conclude they were false signatures. “Verify targets on several bands before marking and firing.” Ali updated her gunners, “Looks like we've got dummy targets on the field.”
Along with the dummy targets, Ali caught sight of 12 of the Sith heat signatures disappeared from view by the various probe droids and Republic vehicles relying on thermal imaging. “Hidey holes,” Ali muttered to herself before addressing the rest of the leaders on comms. “They've got caves or niches of some sort they're using to hide their vehicles. Keep an eye out for changes in thermal readings.”
In the meantime, the Sensing officer located the presence of non-Republic droid tech hanging about the region. He relayed the location data to the various gunners, who marked the probe droids and fired surface-to-air missiles at them.
In the airspace over the region, Alek Valdwin's K-Wing squadron, freshly refitted from their numerous losses at Contruum, turned themselves onto their sides to narrow their profile after dumping their payloads. The anti-aircraft fire nipped at their shields, tearing several of them down to red-zone readings before they disappeared from view over the plateau once more. The squadron continued on into the distance, those pilots whose shields were significantly damaged splitting away from the group to recharge their shields.
Back in Ali's MAT-TE, the Sensing officer caught the shift in ground integrity, and ordered the drivers to sidle off the broad path and onto the plateau itself. The vehicles turned outward from the canyon and moved swiftly forward as the ground began falling away in large chunks. Two MAT-TE's on one side of the canyon were unable to leave the path fast enough, and began to topple downward with the ground itself. Their drivers swiftly activated the vehicles' climbing systems, adhering their vehicle's metal feet to the sides of the canyon within the clefts formed by the collapses taking them out of view of friend and foe alike. The vehicles engines roared as they struggled to fight the momentum of the fall, both eventually slowing to a halt. Ali contacted their vehicle commanders and verified their status, then ordered them to scale the clefts and return to the plateau.
“Alright, let's regroup and continue on,” Ali ordered as the Hovertanks and Artillery Pods joined their force on the plateau, stopping just long enough here and there to launch a wave of missiles and artillery rounds on the same two Tannhausers that had been targeted before by other forces. For the moment, her forces had significantly reduced firing lines on the enemy, though each side had some limited line of sight on artillery and emplacements opposite them within the canyon.
The continuing artillery barrage brought two MAT-TE's down to 78% shield strength. The two vehicles fired back, targeting the Tannhauser that had done the shooting; the target verified by visual readouts from the Republic probes.
The remaining force continued pressing forward moving along the plateau to surround the canyon with their numbers. Ali put out a call for remaining Republic forces to deploy in a similar manner. This dispersal of Ali's forces would prevent the enemy from targeting them with dense artillery barrages, hopefully thinning the number of eventual casualties.

Spoiler: Summary of Action

1) Sith probe droids identified and attacked with Surface-to-Air missiles
2) 2 x MAT-TE's having to climb back to position; unable to attack for one post
3) Attack on first Tannhauser at 75% shield strength:
2 x Artillery Pod Walkers (5 rounds each)
1 x AAC Hovertank (6 missiles)
1 x MAT-TE (6 120mm ion rounds)
4) Attack on second Tannhauser at 75% shield strength:
2 x Artillery Pod Walkers (5 rounds each)
1 x AAC Hovertank (6 missiles)
1 x MAT-TE (6 120mm ion rounds)

Spoiler: Summary of Action

Damage
1) 90% shield damage to 5 x K-Wings, will not be participating in next attack run
2) 2 x MAT-TE's prevented from attacking for one post
3) 22% shield damage to 2 x MAT-TE's

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Balmorran Arms Factory
Gear: In signature (Grenades 2x Force Breakers, 2x EMP Grenades, 2x Anti-Force User Flash Bangs)
Objective: Fight somebody
Allies: [member="Vrag"] [member="Sage Bane"]
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUM9HOGtLHY​

Power surged through my body, pressing me above human limitations as Vrag and I charged for the Lone Jedi Knight. He may have escaped the first of many, many abilities I possessed in an odd fashion, but there were many other things I could do to him to keep him in line. Sage Bane, my Brohemeth, was already engaging the Jedi, back on the offensive slashing at the Jedi with a knife. Vrag, pretty as she was, was also incredibly dangerous, having engaged him from behind.

Time to slow him down. I turned my attention from the suppression of the Jedi’s connection to the Force to his muscles. I sought the lactic acid, and the fatigue centers of the body, his stomach and I twisted them with my mind hoping to exhaust the Jedi, tire him out quickly, and slow his reaction to my associates. I wanted his focus on me.

I guess the most use of my physical frame and power would be direct and forward. Jogging into combat range I gripped Taak’Shukur and moved straight for the Jedi, gripping the weapon with both hands, ready to put my considerable physical strength behind the weapon. But alas, I shifted my hands to grip the weapon wide on the haft, stabbing the point towards his stomach, seeking to throw him off balance and rend his armor here and now.

What hope did a lone Jedi Knight have against one of the greatest duelists of our time, a powerful sorcerer, and the Dragon of Mandalore. None.

 

[Eralam]

Location: Balmorran Arms Factory
Gear: Colt 1851 Navy, lightsaber, charm
Objective: Fight somebody
Allies: Anyone who will make me coffee
Enemies: [member="Minna"]

Eralam was mostly finished with his book.

It had been a rousing tale of heroism and bravery, where the dashing smuggler and the young farmboy had managed to rescue the princess from the evil empire. The old Shard knew better than to think the universe really worked like that, but hey, fantasy has its own rules.

At any rate, the bad guys were defeated, and the good guys were wrapping everything up with an award ceremony when his commlink beeped.

"Dammit all," he muttered. "Five pages left."

He quickly scanned through them before standing up and placing the datapad back on its shelf. Jerry, the regular security guy that worked this door, was sort of a dork, but he had good taste in literature.

It sounded like there was some kind of altercation outside the door, but that wasn't Eralam's problem. He opened it slowly, only to find the two Sith mooks dead and a humanoid female of some sort standing over the smoking corpses. He eyed [member="Braith Achlys"] for a moment. If he had eyebrows, he would have cocked one in a quizzical manner.

"Hi," he said. "Sorry I can't stick around. There's a fresh pot of caf behind the desk, and Jerry asks that, if you have to go through his computer, try not to erase his Invasion of Lehon saves. Poor guy just got up to level 68 and doesn't want to have to start from scratch. Tootles!"

And with that, the Iron Knight was gone, sprinting off towards the furball developing deeper in the facility, his metal feet clanging loudly against the hard floor. Apparently there was a Jedi Master or something pinned down, and they wanted more warm bodies on the scene before he had a chance to call for backup himself. Eralam just hoped he got there before someone noticed all the racket, which probably sounded something like Wookiee tapdancing troop doing wind sprints.

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

Objective: Don't...die?
Location: Balmorran Arms Factory
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: [member="Cyril Grayson"]

A wicked grin split Enoch's face in half as he felt his saber cut into the heavy metal armor. One step closer. Elegantly, his blade came back in, and just as Enoch was going in for another attack, he felt the hit. All at once, his entire body was compacted by the sheer energy slamming into him. Then, he was flying back through the air.

Greta. Now she had to fight that karker alone. From what Enoch had seen so far, she probably wouldn't last long. His last thought before he slammed into the ground were of her.

The landing was almost as bad as the original attack, but not quite. Enoch felt his left elbow slam into the ground. If not for the armor, the bones would've shattered to pieces, and even with it, hairline fractures still formed along his forearm. His momentum rolled him along the ground, putting even more strain on the wound as he tumbled over it. And, of course, his face wasn't spared. Blood poured into his mouth, he'd bit the inside of his cheek. Ow. At least it wasn't too bad. Enoch lay there on the ground for a second, letting himself recuperate before he slowly pushed himself to his knees. Through a haze he saw Greta engaged with the Jedi; he had to get back to her.

 

[Trin Gravois]

Objective: PVP
Location: Balmorra Arms Factory, ground floor
Allies: [member="Lucas Gravois"]
Enemies: [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Alyona Volkovna"]
Gear: Zeyd-cloth robes over armorweave clothing, Blade of the Satvas, Lightsaber

The gash in Trin’s shoulder smarted. No, smarted wasn't the right word at all. It screamed. Determined not to lose blood, her saber flew into her hand, finger flickering activation switch on. In an instant, her brown eyes wild, she lay her plasma blade against the wound, cauterizing it to stave the bleeding. There was sure to be a landscape of burn scars across her pale shoulder blade once the injury had healed but at least would survive. Heart thumping in her chest, her head snapped up to study her helmeted foe. Suddenly the Sith apprentice was swept up off her feet by an invisible lasso. She landed on her back with an “oof” her torso smacking on the factory floor. Gripping her saber tightly Trin shrieked and struggled as she was dragged across the floor towards the man, who was inexplicably making ape sounds.

With a whoosh, Doctor Cornelius flew upwards and angled himself so that he was directly over her. She saw a pair of boots descending swiftly and with narrowed eyes Trin raised her saber high. She aimed her red blade right between his legs, making to slash right through the armor seam at his groin. Maybe after this attack the balls would be in her court. Pun intended.

Was it a low blow? Yes but what else would you expect from a crazy half-Anzat with a dangerous sibling obsession and a thirst for brains?

 

[Kiyron]

Objective: Walk into the arms factory fifteen minutes late with a Starbucks and an extra for [member="Mantic Dorn"] and [member="Aston Jacobs"]. Also one for [member="Eralam"], because why not?
No coffee for [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Sage Bane"], or [member="Khallesh"]
Gear: MX-1 Sniper rifle, RSFU Officer's Armor, Mk II Boltgun, 3x thermal detonators, 3x stun grenades, DX-2 Disruptor Pistol, vibrosword
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Kiyron knelt down in the shadows of the factory walkway, listening. Lightsabers. Several of them. He adjusted his helmet to infrared, seeking out heat signatures in the vicinity. It was mostly quiet here. That was a benefit of infiltrating via slow stealth rather than barging the door. It was unfortunate however that his squad has split up to cover the area more effectively. He was on his own now, and whoever on the Republic side was swinging a lethal glowstick. Didn't sound particiularly good at this point. Too close for the sniper rifle at this point, so he unslung the boltgun and cradled it against his shoulder. Oh, how he loved the black market. Especially for acquiring disruptor pistols. SpecOps permissions were also wonderful.

He paused at the entrance to survey the situation. Looked like one or two Jedi against three Sith and a Vong. Three Sith would have been doable, but with a Vong to complicate matters? They'd be needing some help and fast. The four Sith forces were converging on the Jedi in a flurry of attacks that would have had Kiyron setting off explosives all over the place. But now it was time to think rather than to charge in. He was at a melee disadvantage here and he thought he could discern some blaster rifle on the one Sith. Punintended.

He crouched down on the walkway again, marking the individuals in his HUD and giving the Jedi the handsignal for "flashbang." Hopefully the man would see it and respond accordingly. He pulled out a stun grenade and primed it before releasing the trigger. He counted down the seconds, turning his body away as it got closer. They were known to go off early sometimes. Something he really didn't want to happen while holding it, even in this armor. Then he tossed it, ducking away from it as it arced through the empty air between him and the fight down below. He turned completely away as it detonated above them with a bright flash and piercing sound. Kiyron winced inside his armor but turned back towards the duel, wincing again at the after-flash of the detonation. Those things were always fun. Especially for someone with very attuned senses like himself.

He aimed down the bolter's sights at [member="Khallesh"], figuring the Vong wouldn't be able to sense them coming and deflect them with a lightsaber. He squeezed the trigger five times, feeling the recoil thump against his armor as the bolts launched towards the combatants like fast moving miniature grenades, which was exactly what they were, without the timer. Each one would detonate with any pressure on the projectiles, be it the Force, energy shields, the floor, with the immediate explosion being a one meter radius and shrapnel being around three meters. Always know the specs for your weapons to make sure you weren't standing within your own blast radius. Unless you had no other choice. That was always an option, the last option, but one nonetheless. Projectiles away, he hurried down the walkway to a different location for a different firing angle, staying low to avoid any return fire.

 

[Minna]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dWDD8P71Is​

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Help the Battle
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] [member="Eralam"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Sage Bane"]

Equipment: Standard Blue Lightsaber, Cybernetic Arm (See Sig)

Silence replied to her, accompanying the absence of light. Only the soft hum of her blue blade remained, and even in the force the darkness was gone. Ferus had appeared for only brief moments to taunt her, and now he had fled to preserve himself. Truly he was a coward who deserved to die, but it seemed today would not be his day. She should have felt annoyed, but in her peace she remained impartial. It was simply not meant to be, by the will of the force. Instead it called out to her from elsewhere in the factory, a beacon of light facing an impending multitude of darkness. Surely it was an ally in need of help. Quickly she set off, making the most of the acrobatics that trademarked her mastered form of Ataru to follow the calling. Soon enough she arrived to a one-sided affair.

Two who seemed to be Sith and one who dressed more like a soldier were bombarding a man with cruel strikes and tricks. It seemed the fight had started recently, but they were quickly initiating their follow-on attack. Launching herself down to the party and dropping into a slide, she passed infront of Mantic, specifically to deflect the woman's strike at him as she zoomed by. Her momentum meant her attempt left her on the other side of the group, only a brief moment was spent in the fray. However, as she was about to turn and join in again she heard the clanking of metal footsteps. Turning her head slightly she saw the source of the sound, a robotic creation who seemed to have some presence in the force. She assumed it was a Shard, a species she had heard of but never seen for herself, inside a droid host.

A quick glance to the main fight tried to catch Mantic's gaze, sending what comfort she could through expression. He seemed a capable Jedi, strong enough to hold his own, but a boost in morale was always welcome. Keeping her mind open to sense whether anyone else would come to take her on, Minna locked her eyes on the robot. Her blade came up, held horizontal to her chin. Deep breaths helped her call upon the force, and it came to her out of benevolence.

She had centered herself, and now she was ready to fight...

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Objective B: PvP​

Location: Balmorran Arms Factory​

Allies: The One Sith​

Enemies: [member="Mak Manto"]​

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Bix took a step backwards from the man approaching her. “I will chose my own path”, the thumping pain of her head was not helping her. “You ask me to just leave. Leave all that I know”, her hand went to her saber. She pulled it off the belt but she did not press the button to activate it. “Life is greatly viewed upon our own perception. How we define who we are as an individual. Through this we find purpose in our lives.”

She was getting a sense of herself without knowing her past. “I am a warrior. Despite political or religious motivations. It is this and an idea of a social construct that gives me meaning. Without order I would be as lost as my chaotic heart. You asked me something I can’t do. All I have left is what I perceive as honor. I just can’t leave this place with you and I can’t let you stay or help the other Jedi take this planet. Do know if you stay I will have to kill you.”

 

[Yurzhoc Shai]

Location: Gorinth Canyon (PVP/NPC, C objective)
Allies: Stebbles, One Sith, [member="Isamu Baelor"], [member="Adekos"]
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Last Post

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POMBlDx2YY0​

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What's in a pizza? Is it more than the sum of it's parts. Dough, yeast, sauce? Does a pizza have soul, does the Yun'O bless it with all it's power? Maybe, Yurzhoc know not. But what he does know is that when vonduun crab and dough are combined, the mating is heavenly. As he lifted a piece into his chomper, the explosions in the background gave a subtle nuance to the almost candle light dinner he was having with himself. It seemed that all was well, or seemingly, as his forces had yet to be engaged. With mouth full, he looked over his shoulder.

"Hey!" A soldier looked his way. "What's our status?"
"I can't understand you!"

Choking down the slice of pie, he rapped on his chest as he took a swig of mead from the hardened worm anus cup. "I said, what's our status?"
"Oh..."

The soldier looked over the glow bugs and smiled. "The Qorih'kalt have long been in flight, untargeted as of right now. They've delivered imagery and continue to do so, responding back to base. Over oogzil, we have communicated these findings to our more barbaric and squishy friends."

"What of the Yaret - Gavuk?"
"They have begun firing on the enemies as they are concealed within the canyon."

"Which enemies?"
"Whichever engage us."

"Very good...whatever your name is. Put out the warbeasts, present the firebreathers. Do all those things. I want fifty men on Nuhlrokka and send them into flight with the Yorik Vec. On top of that, stand the Rakamat upon the firm edges and begin feeding for the dovin basals and basticks."
"And what will you do?"
"Me...well, this pizza will not eat itself!" He laughed and smacked the warrior across the back before returning to his table.

The Mern Kane wondered the garrison, prepared to launch a pestilence upon whoever attacked, moved by simple purpose. In the belly's of stationary yorik-trema, the grutchinya harvesting pods swelled with excitement. This was a song and dance they all knew too well, the sweet and succulent taste of it.

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Units (first Wave): ​

300 Yuuzhan Vong Elite Warriors​

100 Mern Kane​

6 Rakamat​

3 Grokata​

4 Fire Breather​

4 Warkeepers​

50 Nuhlrokka​

100 Qorih'kralt​

15 Defensive Yaret - Gavvuk​

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In atmospere:​

30 Yorik Vec, cruising over heard​

Multitudes of Yorik-Trema, from cruisers in space.​

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Singularity Mines, Plasma Eel, Grutch Nul, Chitin Carbines, Blorash Jelly, Amphistaff, Thud Bugs and Variants, Huun, Firejelly, Blazebug (maps), Lumpen (ident), Tohklor Tallow, Grutchinya, Hermetically sealed Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, Vonduun Skerr Kraetos, Magma pebbles, Cloak of Nuun, Nang Hul Worms, Dovin Bastick​

Objective: Nomming, passing the time, objective C.​

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[Eralam]

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Retrieve coffee, not die
Allies: @Vrag [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Sage Bane"]
Enemies: @Mantic Dorn @Kiyron @Aston Jacobs [member="Minna"]

https://youtu.be/6mDQNRs5JCs

The woman that had set herself in Eralam's way looked young, but the bloom of Force energy that came off her was anything but. The Shard was terrible at reading thoughts and emotions, but her aura practically screamed Light. Unlike the jagged darkness of his nominal allies, she came across as stable and, while not exactly benevolent in her intentions, peaceful.

It was a shame then that they had to fight. The old Iron Knight had no love for Jedi, but he could respect her resolve.

He was still about 20 paces away when he opened himself up to the Force. His own presence was neither light nor dark. It was as cold and impersonal as bedrock, and every bit as ancient. Here was a being who had seen empires rise and fall. On the grand scheme of things, this invasion was just a little blip in the flow of history.

For all the desperate struggling to stay alive, no one here would care in five years.

Hell, Eralam didn't care now. But, he had a job to do, and he would perform it to the best of abilities. To that end, he drew his saber with his right hand and Colt with his left as he skidded to a stop about ten paces from his opponent. If they were using a metal blade, he would have just tackled them, but lightsabers were a bit trickier. His own saber sprang to life, the narrow silver blade adding its own illumination to the tableau of violence that swirled around them.

There were no offers to walk away unharmed; the Shard respected his foe more than that. She was here of her own free will, and would likely not be dissuaded so easily. If she chose to do so, he would see that she was able to leave unmolested by any of the rampaging Sith in the room, but that seemed unlikely.

"Name's Eralam," he said, nodding respectfully as he raised his blade over his head in a high guard, feet spread shoulder width apart, blade canted upwards at a 45 degree angle. Some might consider it odd to introduce oneself in a war zone, but war without manners was little more than a brawl, as far as the Shard was concerned.

 

[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=_TQooWXC8Z4​

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Having lived a significant portion of is life as a mercenary, prior to meeting [member="Sinistra"] from the outlook of cage bars, Gabriel was accustomed to firearms. Had seen the impact of a squib round on the gun or even more importantly, the wielder. In such a thing as a dissauder, enclosed chamber as it is, a trapped bullet backpedals and the gas compresses and expands outward. It might as well be a small grenade. He would have mentally paused at such a thing, as she threw away the weapon, having seen the effects of such malfunction in years long spent, but he was head long moving towards her and on a train that had no breaks. No breaks, but it could still turn. He was precise with his force utilization, particular in his own maneuvers and telekinesis. An automatic rifle shot at burst or with the shallow depression of the trigger, he felt the cooling effects of tempered use.

As his weapon clashed against hers, he wondered on the odd position and move towards his dominant side, his right and her left. The movement was peculiar because it allowed a brevity of pragmatism into his attacks and defense, decreasing the effort it would take to engage her. A more thoughtful approach may have steered towards his unguarded side, meaning he would need to cross his own middle planar field to continue the onslaught, or rotate with her. Either would expend energy. But neither of those occurred, and he was happy with that but disappointed as well. As his left side wasn't so nearly as unguarded as one might think. It was an unusual tactic, to attempt to get behind a Sith Lord who already showed a specific prowess in speed. The likes of which a simple jetpack wouldn't overcome.

As she made her round, his sight followed her, as his shoulders did as well. A practitioner of makashi, he knew the value of moving as well. And as her attack came back, his forward left leg was already in position as counter balance to a twist at his core. A drop of his knees with the slightest injection of force speed and the step to his own left with the move of his leg and current spin to follow, the attack passed by him. But what didn't pass by was the simple gesture of a question, one he presented to his amphistaff coiled about his body beneath the robe, powered by his own experience with Yuuzhan Vong and the lambent crystals in the stomach of the Chom-Huun. Are you hungry? With the leap of a guided and unused left hand, the monster jumped from concealment in a slashing whip gesture, aimed towards the currently unguarded right ribs of the warrior woman. With the power of the power gland, an edge would form along it's striking surface, sharp and powerful enough to compare to that of a light saber.

His Chom-huun beam faced out, as to prevent entangling with the amphistaff should an upward slash turn into an overhead rotation, as it prepared to intercept another attack. Too much of a good thing was bad, but just the right amount: it could go for days.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Phx7ajwtwik[/media]​

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Objective PvP​

Location Arms factory​

Allies: GR, [member="Minna"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="Aston Jacobs"]​

Enemy OS, [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Eralam"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Khallesh"]​

No pain no game...​

the darklings were moving in. Mantic knew this and he had no choice but give them whatever hell he could. He was a warrior, not anything else despite what most sith he faced thought. He was a jedi guardian, his mind attuned to one thing alone. Protection of the weak.
these sith were here to fight him, to have their fun. While they most likely would be victorious Mantic recalled that he was fighting for something larger then them, larger then him.
He could still not challenge three sith lords by himself. But if nothing else he would steal time from them, if nothing else he would rob them from spewing forth their darkness on others for just a blink of an eye.
It counted.
As the darkness seemed overwhelming, creeping in on him from all directions a new hope presented itself. In the distance he noticed a flash of light as someone, a trooper seemed to move in to help his padawan. He felt reassurance knowing that the chances for [member="Aston Jacobs"] might be turning to the better.

Then he and the hand of the dark lord clashed!​

His swung his saber in a wide arc screaming out to reinforce the power behind the blow. It was regardless countered by the viperarms of [member="Sage Bane"] - at the same time Mantic felt the danger from behind. While it seemed his hit had hurt the sith lord in front of him he had to fully focus on the knife that flung out toward him.

It was only with a delicate line he managed to fling himself toward the side, making a flip on his free hand to the side, that he managed to avoid it from impaling him. Instead it tore open some of the armor on his elbow, the metal flying far away landing on the cld floor with a metallic clunk..
[member="Vrag"] s saber however was another matter and it would have hit him if it had not been for a new light appearing.

Panting Mantic looked up and saw [member="Minna"] standing there. Her saber crossed with the sith who had attacked him from behind. He was tired, had [member="Minna"] known him she would barely have recognized his tired features. But her presence caused hm to recall something. His first Master - another beacon of hope and light. [member="Maya Whitelight"] had been such a a gateway for him to reach for the greater universe, a universe that had molded him into the jedi he was today.
Sweat dripping from his forehead, he gritted his teeth in determination to keep going.
The snakes flew forward snapping and he had bend down and turn his upper arm upward in order to avoid the first head. the second head burried itself into his shoulder plate, gnawing at the metal it caused little damage but still hindered Mantic from movement. the third head was battered away with a thorough fist punch, one that would have dazed normal opponents.

But he was too battered and held back to block the third attack from [member="Draco Vereen"] - he managed to turn his blade downward and pressed some of the attacks edge away, but this large armored sith held powers greater then his. At the same time, or rather just before, the hit struck him a seering pain clutched itself around his belly and he yanked himself backward. It was enough for the Mandalorian's weapon to find his chest and tear at the ultrachrome of his armor. Mantic fell in with the large warriors will and was forced to split his focus from [member="Sage Bane"] or [member="Vrag"]
The punch also pushed him backwards toward [member="Sage Bane"] again.

With the constant attacks Mantic did not muster enough strength or speed to launch another attack on his own. Instead he again resumed his defensive Soresu form and prepared for what was to come.

 

[Mak Manto]

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

As she brought out her lightsaber, his eyes became harder, knowing this wasn't the scenario he wanted. As she took a few steps back, he listened to what she said about perception and honor, he had hoped she would not want to have this battle, one she even said would be brutal for the two of them. However, with her last statement, he brought out his own blades, placing both of them in his upper set of hands.

"Only a Sith deals in absolutes."

Readying himself, he looked at her, his eyes now steel.

"I will do what I must."

 

[Placeholder 04]

Location: Balmoraan Arms Factory
Allies: Procrastination
Enemies: [member="Enoch Zambrano"], [member="Greta Kohler"]
Objective: March into death's gates with a head held high

More were coming. He could feel it.

A shame, really. He hadn't gotten a chance to see [member="Felicity Mason"] after her wedding. Still, he'd managed that event, at the very least. Hopefully she understood why he'd come to Balmorra again. Either way, Cyril was not going to let any reservations keep him from performing at his very best. He'd served the Republic when these new Jedi were still crafting their lightsabers. Out of those Jedi on the battlefield, he had more experience than almost anyone.

That was why it had to be him. He understood it now.

So long as he bought his allies the time they needed, Balmorra might be a victory yet. Drawing in a deep breath, the Jedi Master closed his eyes, meeting Greta blow for blow. It was sheer luck that had allowed him to throw the male out of the fight. Had he remained, Cyril would have been quickly dispatched. Against a single foe? He cold hold out. That did not mean the Sith woman's blade did not break his defenses.

The weapon pierced his breastplate and super heated the phrik. Biting back a curse, the Jedi Master skirted back as the slab of phrik fell to pieces. In his momentary weakness, the woman's blade struck true once again, knocking the blue lightsaber from his hands and damaging its core in the process. The weapon could be repaired, but for the duration of the battle, it would be useless.

"My, aren't you talented?" He managed as the violet blade of his mother's weapon crashed against the Sith's own. "Such talent wasted with the Dark Lord. You're Sith, yet you're happy to serve. I could mistake you for a Jedi, my dear."

Something warm trickled down his midriff. It seemed the lightsaber strike upon his midriff had not left him unscathed. No matter.

"You don't seem to have the-...eh, zealotry of your cohorts? Perhaps we can be friends."

The violet blade carved bright lights through the sky as it went along with the moves of its deadly dance. Cyril's right arm fell to his belt. A second blade ignited. It was long and wicked; rimmed in phrik and red leather. It roared rather than hissed. Its core black as an empty galaxy: a powerful force signature to go with it. An oppressive, cold aura, one of a fallen Sith Lord.

With the weapons of his twin mentors, Cyril let the force take him. He'd felt this day coming in times past. He would see his promise to the Balmoraan people fulfilled. Not even the price that may be asked of him in the coming moments was too steep to pay for the sake of his honor.