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

[Rexus Drath]

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


"Oh do lets." Rexus said with a smile as he pulled his saber from his side.

Rexus stood next to Keira his straw hat breaking a small breeze that was rolling past them. Basically Rex was here to kick ass and take names, and the Sith needed to be shown that the Republic were done being punching bags to justify their black eye shadow and Guy Liner. And yes, Rex did mean Guy Liner. Cause apparently the Sith in this day and age dyed their hair and wrote poetry expressing the angst they felt because the dark lord didn't let them go to that MCR concert with their friends. I DONT CARE WHAT THAT OTHER DARK LORD SAID, NOW GO TO YOUR ROOM AND LET YOUR HATRED FLOW THROUGH YOU!

"What happened to Sith?" He said as he walked forward with Keira towards the arms factory.

Because back in his day, being eight hundred years ago on board far far away ran by a council of gungans Sith did it a bit different. There were power struggles through their empires and betrayal was abound. In fact when he was in training as a Sith Acolyte he betrayed his own master, but that was less for power and more because he forced him to do terrible things and his ass needed to get gone. Regardless it made Rex long for the days of old at times. Riding starships across space with Jenha Brightstar and getting senselessly beaten by Mirian, good times.

"Hey I know I told my wife I quit and trust me I have. But seeing how we could both very well die right now, you got a smoke?" he asked as they rounded the corner to be at the edge of the factory.

 

[Myra Elspeth Arceneau]

Objective: PVP
Location: Balmorra arms factory
Allies: The One Sith | [member="Kala Maedrin"]
Enemies: The Galactic Republic
Gear: Spidersilk / Shimmersilk dress. Lightsaber foil (waterproof and no dimetris circuits) Class! Vornskr pack of 12 for npc flavor~

​

Cyrena was not amused.

Balmorra was a subject of a nice new little breeding ground for her babies; a fresh pack of Vornskr pups bred for the higher echelon of Imperial Officers and One Sith lords. It was her little thank you gift for their support with Serreno, something that would not come to a full circle now with the upcoming Republic forces seeking to subjugate Balmorra under their terms.

"Like a swarm of pesky mosquitoes." she'd say to her companion, a Lady Maedrin whom she had come to call upon at Balmorra arms to deliver the woman's fully trained adult Vornskrs. The fan at her hand would flutter to wave air upon her face, the bulk of it shrouded under the lace of her half veil.

Throughout the arms factory, the guards and proper defenses were setting up for whatever might come their way.

"I expect this will not get escalated and ruin our business appointment..."

 

[Alyona Volkovna (Алёна)]

Objective: PVP
Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: The One Sith and [member=Trin Gravois]? Up for a fight?
Gear: Luke Skywalker's lightsaber (RotJ), 1 x shoto lightsaber, various smoke and flash grenades, the Force.

Alyona checked her utility belt and lightsabers before slapping the hatch release. The side door of the gunship popped open and slid back to reveal the landscape around them, and most importantly, the factory below. She looked down from nearly a hundred meters in the air, then looked back to the soldiers waiting to be shuttled to the other objective. "May the Force be with you," she said, proffering a two-fingered salute before leaping from the hovering A-10 LAAT Gunship. She dove through the sky, falling like a spear toward the factory below. Smoke stacks rose up into the sky all around, grasping at the clouds as they belched steam and flame. Her descent was fast, too fast, and she slowed herself with brief applications of Force intent here and there before tucking herself into a ball and flipping forward so that her feet pointed downward. She kept her arms open and guided herself toward a slanted rooftop, slamming into it with great force and sliding smoothly downward to its edge. Alyona stopped herself with booted feet, resting against the rooftop and looking around over the edge. There were a great many levels to the factory, and catwalks seemed to cross back and forth between the different structures and areas like spider webs. Alyona pushed off the rooftop and dropped onto a catwalk some distance below, then made her way to the sealed door at its far end and attempted to key it open. The terminal barked at her and the door remained closed. Alyona grimaced. "Looks like the Sith did a good job sealing this place up." Ali muttered to herself, drawing the lightsaber at her hip. The shoto hummed to life and Alyona quickly dispatched the door by slicing into its locking mechanism. It shuddered and slid open after Alyona keyed it once again.

Inside, the factory was well lit, though the dark of the metals used to build it dimmed the lighting somewhat. Steam and haze drifted lazily about in small clouds, flying along the floor or near the ceiling. Alyona maintained a grip on the shoto in her hand and began searching through the corridors and hallways, quite literally looking for a fight.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Location: Factory
Objective: Eliminate One Sith
Enemies: [member="Lucas Gravois"]
Allies: [member="Trin Gravois"]
Gear in Bio

With a blip on his HUD, Nolan picked up movement. He looked out and saw a man, with obviously no prior open combat experience. Dressed in day clothes, he must've expected this to be a brawl. This most definitely was not a brawl, it was an execution. Nolan decided to make his pressence known to the man by loosing a volley from his rifle.

The telltale whine from the rifle would be the only true warning, until the shots themselves left the barrel. Nolan shot out with his jetpack and slung another volley down range. The L3 River Rifle aiming to score hits early on. Hoping it would end the fight quickly so he could move on to more worthy targets.

 

[Aston Jacobs]

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

Aston eyes remained closed for the duration of the ride once the transport touched ground and the thunder of boots and the like pounding on the ground and chants could be heard in unison and otherwise. Order were being given and thus at the sound of his Master's voice was when his eyes opened and a small smile crept along his face. While this wasn't any matter to be smiling about. Aston always took it as a look from the padawan as encouragement and that he would do as instructed to the best of his ability, as he always would.

This was an important deal for the Galactic Republic and Aston would make sure to do his part as best as he could. The most important detail of the apprenticeship was for him to understand,obey and follow his instructions...Aston would do just that.

"Yes Master, I will not fail you." The Jedi Padawan walked forward with his Master as everything played out as well as it could. But the battle had just begun, and there was still much to be done.

We are the servants of the light, we cannot fall...

 

[Sage Bane]

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

With the Republic Prime Minister’s Black Flag order still being discussed on the airwaves by the talking heads of the HNN, it was only a matter of time before galactic war hit the One Sith again. This time the mettle of the One Sith would be tested on the factory world of Balmorra. With Republic fleets hanging heavy overhead and dark smoke on the horizon, eclipsing the planet’s four moons, Hand of the Dark Lord, Sage Bane stalked through the second floor of the Balmorra Arms Factory, sniffing the air like a fox.

The factory itself had been shut down when the overseers got confirmation that the attack was imminent. The forges were emptied of fire and tubs bereft of molten metals. Although no conveyor belts were running in the plant, the factory was still brimming with life. One Sith Acolytes, Knights and Masters alike had amassed in the fortress-like structure to fend off the Republic armies and the Jedi.

Sage found himself excited by the prospect of savaging Jedi whelps today, especially after they had attacked his pride and joy, the Temple of Pain on Fresia. It was payback time, and with lighsaber, Sith sorcery, or his Yuuzhan Vong biot, a trio of amphistaves grafted onto his shoulder blade, Sage planned to dole it out in generous amounts. Sage relished the thought of the Republic Jedi putting aside their morals to carry out the Black Flag order. The dark side would feed to plump excess on their bloodthirsty sanctimony. Would the Black Flag order be enough to help the Republic stop the unstoppable? That, of course, remained to be seen.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Space
Location: On board the Restitution (Noblesse-class Star Destroyer)
Allies: [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] [member="Lash"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Thane Drexel"]
Enemies: [member="Eliza Lunelle"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Thanith Gumara"]

Another day, another fleet battle ... but this one might just be one of the most important for the Republic. Attacking the significant Core World of Balmorra, the site of so many pivotal battles in galactic history, was hopefully the start of a general Republic push. If they could take the world, it would be a significant signal to the people of the galaxy that the fight wasn't just done yet and the Republic was aiming to start inching further into the Core.

"Captain, hold position with the rest of the fleet, but take note of current forces," Taeli said, standing at the bridge viewport. Noting the current enemy disposition, she had a feeling that it was going to be a grueling battle. Garrison force, not a full Sith fleet ... but that would come all too soon once word reached the Sith naval command. She wondered which commander would lead the relief force.

"Awaiting orders from the Admiral, Master Raaf," the captain said. "All systems are online and all crew are at battle stations."

"Tell the men and women that I want a solution to that Dark Blade problem," she said, smiling a little as the captain grinned. The Dark Blade was currently the number one problem with the enemy garrison, so that made it target number one of the Republic task force.

Summary:
Formed up with the rest of the Republic fleet
All systems are online and ready for battle
Preparing the crew to engage the Dark Blade

 

[Vaulkhar]

Location: The Balmorran Arms Factory (Somewhere near the upper levels with dad.)
Objective: Kill the enemy.
Allies: The One Sith, [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: The Galactic Republic, [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Equipment:

• Single Bladed Lightsaber
• Sith Assassin Armor

Vaulkhar stood several feet behind his father, [member="Darth Vornskr"]. He was not even sure the man was aware he was his son, as at no point had he enlightened him of such. The only member of the family to know was [member="Enoch Zambrano"]. It mattered not in reality, he was simply there in answer to the summons of the factory workers. Many felt safe under the protection of Vornskr, but a select few though it be a good idea to have more than one Sith on hand; and Vaulkhar was the answer to that notion. He was more than sure Vornskr could quite literally wipe out whatever Jedi came this way, as they surely would come. But it never hurt to be safe, as being sorry was never any fun.

The blind man studied Vornskr. The power radiating off of him was exponential, and it was something he could greatly respect. At his own belt hung his simple, single bladed lightsaber. There was nothing special about it, just a normal old lightsaber for a normal old Acolyte; or something like that. As factory workers came and went for council with the Sith Lord, or anything in between really, Vaulkhar sent them away or gave them the answers to the questions they required.

Stationed throughout the factory were an elite squadron of troopers he hand picked and led thoroughly. They were the Ghost Squadron, brought specifically for the purpose of protecting the factory workers in case of an attack. If Jedi came, they were to pull back and aid the retreat, unless of course the Jedi brought troopers of their own. As the Captain of the Squadron came up to Vaulkhar and gave him a sit-rep of the situation, Vaulkhar simply nodded his head before turning him away. His attention was once more drawn back to the Sith Lord.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

OBJECTIVE: PVP- Crush Peeps
LOCATION: Balmorra Arms Factory
ALLIES: GR Folks + Allies
ENEMIES: OS Bubs + Allies

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

ARMOR:

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

• x1: Bodo Baas Gunbelt
• x1: Sasori Bodyglove
• x1: THI Revenant Armor
• x1: Exemplar Energy Shield

GRENADES:

• x2: CyroBan Grenade
• x2: EMP Grenade
• x2: Thermal Detonator

BLASTERS:

• x1: Ven's Custom Shotgun
• x2: Dissuader KD-30
• x1: T-998C Rifle

MELEE:

• x1: Vibro Electro Blade
• x1: Standard Silver Dual-Phase Lightsaber

OTHER:

• x3 Ammo Clips: AP Shotgun Rounds
• x1 Sithspawn Body: Ven's Guardian Body

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=50uGSZhyje4[/media]
There was something about the first step onto a battlefield that sent a rush through her. One second she was in a transport, the next... the next it was like she was already in the fight, her gun blazing, her adrenaline pumping, her heart racing. But that's not exactly how it had gone. No, she hadn't gone right to war. Even though feeling her boots hit the ground had sent a surge of excitement through her, the actual fighting didn't start for a minute or two. Omega Squad (which she had temporarily been assigned to) was making their way to the factory slowly. If their damn ship hadn't malfunctioned at the last second they would have been able to land closer to the building.

Instead they were left making a dangerous ten-minute walk to the battlezone.
Oh well, someone would come to fight her eventually.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location Balmorran arms factory​

Allies GR, [member="Aston Jacobs"]​

Enemies OS, [member="Sage Bane"]​

Equipment Lightsaber, guardian armor​

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The assault was being centered on the lower levels of the factory and as Mantic and [member="Aston Jacobs"] approached Mantic felt something. He paused and looked up. He could not really put his finger on it but the feeling was not lying, it had not been so far.

"Wait," he issued to his padawan as they walked. He pointed upward to the narrow sky walk that crossed the sky from a side entrance to the factory and further away. Picking up a jog he moved forward and took a light leap up unto it. There he kept moving, running across it and toward the entrance. The guard in the wake opened fire, but his shots were all deflected by the jedi and his fate sealed with a strong push of the force throwing him off the ledge with a terrified scream.

Throwing his back to the wall Mantic nodded to his padawan and pressed open the door.
From there they headed inward into the belly of the beast...

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Objective: Fleeting.
Location: Aboard the command ship.
Allies: [member="Thanith Gumara"] | [member="Mullarus"] | [member="Eliza Lunelle"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Lash"] | [member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Juwiela Melec"] | [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
[Theme]

"We're detecting vessels... Life-support critical, shields down." The AXIOS monitored the sensory data.

"Tags confirmed as Sith. How should we proceed?"

"Life-support critical? There's only one thing to do--destroy it."

The sensory officer eyed the acting captain, her face lit up with cautious concern towards the order. "They're our allies, sir." Her voice was stern and slow, assured that he'd hear her clearly. The acting captain, a middle aged male stood ahead of the crew, looking out into the void. His head twisted, two tired eyes glared down at her. "They're Sith, they'll understand the cost of failure. Don't think anyone'll rescue them, It's clear the battle is already underway; the Republic fleet has arrived." He looked off into the void once more.

Sliding doors opened, the armoured figure removed his helmet revealing a pale Umbaran face. "Status update, Executor." The Bleeding Sun Exemplar walked past the officers and various crew, approaching the left side of the acting captain. "Agent Maijora," he seemed almost surprised by the visit.

"We're nearing Blamorra as we speak, the enemy fleet is nearly there if not already assaulting the world." The tone of the man's voice was clearly annoyed by an Exemplar watching over his shoulder. Any commanding officer disliked supervision, especially from those who seemed far more politically orientated than battle ready. Of course that would be underestimating Catalys.

Rubbing the back of his head and tucking the helmet under arm. "We're not joining the Sith fleet. If the enemy came through this way we'll follow in from behind, or at least come out near their flank... I want sensor jamming up and running, encrypt all local transmissions and shut down long-range communications. We'll ride in silent and take them by surprise." Catalys walked up to the viewport and sat down, crossing his legs with helmet in lap.

He leaned forward, his vision too low to see through the transparisteel. "I wonder if you know any of 'em , Alet...."

Streaks of turbolasers assaulted the Sith patrol ship, putting the dying crew out of their misery. The Primeval Expeditionary Fleet approached Balmorra, eagerly awaiting the battle to come.

Spoiler: Actions

>Approaching Balmorra.
>Destroying disabled patrol ship.
>Masking fleet and activating sensory jammers.
>Attempting to show up near the flank of the Republic fleet by next post.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Ground PvP
Allies: Republic
Enemies: [member="Vrag"]
Equipment:

Spoiler

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

Balmorra was one of the few planets Spencer personally hated visiting. The place was bland and gloomy, it was tossed around between the Republic and the Empire - she wondered if its citizens even knew what side they were on or if they just all around gave up. Yawning slightly, she peeled away from the small group she had landed with - despite being on the Republic’s side she knew that her history tended to proceed her. Reaching into the inner pocket of her Jedi robes, she removed a small clear packaged sweet cake and delicately opened it at the top. Slowly rolling down the wrapping, she exposed the soft sweet sponge cake and brought it to her lips. The sponge cake gave against her teeth and released the soft cream center. That small euphoric moment showed on the woman’s face.

“Mmm” Spencer finished the cake as she continued to walk along side the group she had peeled way from. They had their orders and hers were the same, but she hadn’t changed from her youth. The woman did what she wanted, when she wanted, how she wanted. This time was going to be no different, she was going to do what she felt was right, even if the Jedi didn’t agree. She was no Jedi, she was something else, something outside of a Sith or a Jedi. A follower of the Force? Most likely, but there was nothing but her own desires to hold her back. Crumpling up the wrapper she shoved it into the pocket and looked around. They were headed towards the Arms Factory and Spencer made a small note of the area, keeping it locked away in the back of her mind. Quickly, she opened her senses and searched for anything creeping up. The cloud of the dark side surrounded her and the woman felt slightly empowered. With the Dark Side being so strong, she wouldn’t have to tap into her own emotions to fuel the Dark techniques she knew and studied.

The thought of her Dark Sided pocket powers made her chuckle. Maybe the Jedi were right, maybe she was a Sith sympathizer and she was just too oblivious to realize it. Her mind wandered to her youth and the tutors her lover had hired to teach her. All were powerful Sith Lords, one even a former Emperor of the old Sith Empire. It also didn’t help that the woman who was her now wife ruled the Sith in their prime - when the powerhouse ruled more than a quarter of the galaxy. The blonde mused over the details and continued on her way towards the Arms Factory - keeping senses open in case one of the defending Sithlings decided to tango.

Spencer reached into her pocket again, the woman searched for another pastry she had hidden. Her hand continued to dig as she caught a glance at her twin brother, [member="Aston Jacobs"] . The man had been gone for some time, but in the back of her mind she always felt him - they had that connection something because of the Force that was unexplained. She never worried about his life knowing that he was still alive no matter what he was up too. So much of their lives passed while he was gone, the last moment she saw of him was the day she left the Order to follow a feeling and a woman who molded her to what she was today. Spencer hadn't spoken to him yet, she didn't know what to say to her brother who continued to follow the Order loyally. Finding the treat, she looked at it and then put it back. Despite being the quiet and shy one in their childhood, she seemed to be the rebellious one of the pair - following her heart and not her duty.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: En route to the Balmorran Arms Factory
Objective: Keep da minx alive
Allies: Really?
Enemies: The illiterate and da minx haters but especially [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Equipment: CUD*
Theme: Shake the ground…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=viMn4BNlm3I

To the starboard side of the ship hung a crescent of smog-shrouded world, its planetary defence shields dappled with gold circles, its legendary defence platforms flickering twinkles of flame. Balmorra was for the taking. Corvus was certain of that.

When she closed her eyes, she could see the armada – a motley swarm of vessels ranging from heavy marauders to fast corvettes – attacking Balmorra. What she could not see was the readiness of the crews: whether they were eager for a fight, whether their commanders were alert or distracted.... whether they were confident or resigned.

The voice of a female comms officer came over the intercom. "Prepare to enter the atmosphere."

A turbolaser strike blossomed against the drop-ship’s shields, and space beyond the observation bubble flared into sapphire brilliance. The blast-tinting darkened against the glare, leaving Corvus momentarily blind – though hardly unaware.

The blast-tinting finally faded and restored Corvus’ view. The battle ahead was a vast web of light and energy flashing against the pearly disk of a smog-cloaked Balmorra, with clusters of blue dots – the efflux nozzles of the Republic Fleet – accelerating through a storm of blossoming colour toward the dark specks of the One Sith defences.

Save for damaged vessels trailing smoke plumes as they plunged down Balmorra's gravity well, the fleet was too distant to be seen by the naked eye. But Corvus could sense that the landing had already begun. This much she had foreseen.

Around her she saw the assault shuttles dropping toward Balmorra's surface. She sensed the ground rushing towards them and she closed her eyes. Around her Jedi and troopers alike readied themselves for the impact in their own ways. Corvus chose to Meditate – to connect deeply with the Force. Her hand went involuntarily to the necklace that Braith had given her. Once they landed, she would close down her emotions, but for now she could remember...and smile. She was headed to the Arms Factory and had memorised the attack plan, the routes the various Republic troops would take. All she could do now was wait. Patience was invariably a virtue.

*Cosmetically Unique Dimples!

 

[Darth Ayra]

Location: Drop Ship En Route to Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Liberate Balmorra
Allies: Corvus Raaf
Enemies: TBA.

| [member="Corvus Raaf"] |

Stood within the same drop ship that was taking the Jedi Grandmaster Corvus Raaf and her battalion, was Jedi Knight Ella Nova. She had intentionally made it so that she would be on the same drop as the Jedi Master. The future of the Jedi Order and consequentially the Galactic Republic- so heavily reliant on the Jedi in this age- was on her shoulders; and Ella did not intend to allow Corvus to fall on this day.

Although her compatriot had intentions to engage the dreaded [member="Darth Vornskr"] upon arrival- although how one or the other could foretell their inevitable duel was something akin to breaking the fourth wall- Ella Nova sensed that her fate laid elsewhere.

Somewhere, there was a spotty teenager playing some MMORPG. Whereas most were satisfied with achieving a respectable kill-death ratio by the end of their game, others were more objective in mind. The objective here was to liberate the Balmorra Arms Factory.

Thus, Ella would aim to liberate the factory from the control of the One Sith, whilst a famous Sith Lord and Jedi Master fought in the background, among the sea of other Sith and Jedi engaged in their memorable duels of fate.

Then, the Galactic Republic would take a step forwards to saving the galaxy.

 

[Vrag]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o0aoh363PI4​

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

Instead of standing watch on the proverbial battlements to wait and see how the battle played out, Vrag chose to set out and greet the unannounced guests with some of the fabled Sith hospitality. As the masses of the army rolled out to tear into the invading forces out in the fields, so the Hand would seek out an enemy combatant with all the intent of crushing their skull and moving on to the next.

There was no dallying, now. This was nigh a personal slight to the woman, for she had fought tooth and nail for this planet, overthrowing its previous rulers from the inside out with some well-placed explosives and intimidation. They had snuck in under the cover of night, dressed all in black — for the Sith wardrobe never lacked in that color — and promptly executed those who refused to kneel before the Dark Lord. Just a little bow of your head, a vow of undying fealty… why was that so hard? Vrag of all people knew the sharp, acidic burn that bending your back left in the pit of your stomach, but Vrag was also still alive and very much in power. All those sorry sods who couldn't swallow their pride, however, were decidedly dead and forgotten.

The mysteries of dignity and honor would continue to perplex her to her dying day, the firrerreo presumed. Mostly because she never really bothered to explore them in depth, for she found them to be unnecessary weight. Why hold yourself back? Why— oh, lookie.

Someone was here.

Without ado, the Hand wrapped her fingers around the leather grip of her lightsaber, but kept the blade at bay for the moment. It would take less than a second to ignite it, should the change in circumstance demand it, and she'd rather not give herself away with the traitorous red glow until it was absolutely unavoidable. For all her bulk and muscle, Vrag was neither loud nor brutish, fighting with utmost efficiency first and foremost. That is not to say she could not deliver devastating strikes by utilizing pure, unadulterated strength, but going to such lengths was usually unnecessary when you wielded a blade that cuts nearly every substance in the known Universe.

For the rest, they could be crushed.

She would slip into a small contingent of Warriors that pushed forth from the factory, utilizing them as cover to get closer to figure making for the fortress-like structure. Remaining inconspicuous for as long as possible was of utmost importance, but when the moment and range presented themselves, the woman would send a blast bug flying at her chosen target low above the ground in a wide curve, so that the creature would ram into the foe's back from behind, minimizing the chances of detection.

Plus, explosions. Who doesn't like explosions? They always paint the ground such a nice shade of red. And a bit of white, too. Force knows that Balmorra needed a new paint job.

 

[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[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]She had always been good with animals. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Might have been because she had always been closer to her animalistic side than was proper or perhaps she simply [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]understood[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] them more than she did most sentient beings in the Galaxy. There was something noble in the common predator - they didn’t try to deceive you, they didn’t pretend to be anything else than they really were and most of all… they [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]hunted[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] almost as well as she did.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Kala cooed softly, crouching next to the litter of Vornskrs and scratching one behind the ear. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Ooooh, who is a gooood booooy? Who is a goooood booy? Yes, youu are. Yes, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]you are.[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]” the Sith Lord sang to them and then giggled softly as they rubbed their head against her hand.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“My dear, these are of [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]exquisite[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] breeding, you have gone beyond what I asked for.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]A few moments after did the remnant of Bath’s words reach Kala, breaking through her contentedness with the litter that was just delivered to her. An ugly shadow passed across her expression, even the the little Vornskr that was rubbing his head against her hand moved a little bit back.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]Pests[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px].” Maedrin hissed, before standing up and meeting Bathory’s eyes. “I think we should teach them some [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]manners[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px], my Lady. It works for misbehaving little pups, and so it will work for these misfits.”[/SIZE]

 

[Trin Gravois]

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

Trin had just rounded the corner, spying those familiar tufts of dirty-blonde hair and leather jacket, when suddenly, with preternatural speed, Lucas turned and sent out a Force repulse designed to knock her clear against the wall. She tried to meet his blast with one of her own, but was too late, and while not hit with his attack’s full force, was still sent flying backwards. Sprawled on the ground, she let out a string of curses as she scrambled to her feet, holding her elbow which felt sprained. Her dark brown eyes swirled with anger.

“Gorram it Lucas! For once, could you try to act happy to see your sister?”

Trin wasn’t expecting an answer.

Suddenly there was a volley of blaster fire as a jetpacked soldier arced through the air, his lethal sights set on her brother. Trin’s arms shot forward, unleashing another blast of the Force, aiming to push Lucas out of the line of fire.

At this point, the half-Anzat was stuck between a rock an an extremely dangerous and psychopathic hard place. She would always defend her brother at all costs. But the wild card was Lucas. Would he fight alongside her against the enemy, or would he simply kill everything in his path including her? There was no way to predict the force of nature that was her only sibling. Either way, she ignited her red blade with a snap-hiss, its glow illuminating her face like a funeral pyre.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

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

Tmoxin withdrew from the window and paced around the room. They were on the second floor of the arms factory, but a repulsorlift was nearby with easy access to the bottom level. The Hapan knew there were also speeder bikes stationed on the lower level, near the exit if she needed to ride out to survey the battlefield. Or even escape. Concentrating for a moment, the Hapan Dark Jedi picked up a faint signature of the Force - a lightside presence. The Republic were landing. It wouldn't be long before the battle would start.

The last time, Tmoxin fought it had been on Geonosis against the Rebel Alliance. No doubt the parasitic Rebels would be among the Republic Forces, clinging to the opportunity to fight the Sith.
A colleague of the red-haired Hapan was around here somewhere. A Togruta Sith Lord who she had glimpsed once at a party on Coruscant - after the Dave incident. She had never actually spoke to him, but they were stationed on this upper level, awaiting the moment to drop down from the sky like black-clad harbingers of death. She would try not to be distracted by this pairing, but tap into Lord Pyrrhus's strengths in order to work together. She knew Togruta's to be excellent trackers - the echolocation of his montrals - so she assumed he'd studied the map and would be able to help ferret out any Republic enemies who slipped inside the arms factory without them noticing.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Objective: PVP
Location: Falling through the sky to the Balmorran Arms Factory
Allies: One Sith, Two Sith, Red Sith, Blue Sith
Enemies: Republic

Not even a minute after taking off, a stray turbolaser struck the wing of Mullarus' starfighter, causing him to lose control and start barrelling toward the hull of one of the Sith Cruisers. Mullarus' dark blue eyes widened, feeling a wave of fear begin to nip at him as he pulled and pushed on the joystick to try and maneuver out of his collision course.

Kark you, I am NOT going to die like THIS!

Frantically, Mullarus pushed both of his arms out as much as he could in the cramped cockpit and tried to 'grab' his ship with the Force. He could feel some form of control as he did so. Using his telekinesis, he used every bit of his willpower to 'throw' his damaged fighter out of it's collision course.

Yes! Just...DO IT!

The Blade Sith Starfighter flipped to the side, as if being hit by another starship, and bounced off of the side of the Imperial Cruiser, losing it's other wing. Mullarus bounced around inside of the cockpit, which was about all that was left of his starfighter now, as it began to fall into Balmorra's atmosphere.

I never thought i'd be so happy to be falling out of orbit...

It took what ever was left of his ship several minute to fall out of orbit. It erupted and became a fireball as it fell through the atmosphere. It got very hot inside of the cockpit. Mullarus started to sweat and wished the air conditioner worked without the fighter's wings.

Actually...I dont think there ever was an air conditioner in here...I should get a bigger ship next time

With about ~500 feet left to fall, Mullarus tried to pop the cockpit open. Unfortunately, it was jammed. He made a face and ignited his dark green lightsaber, cutting a big hole into the cockpit and Force Jumping out. He looked down as the final piece of his starfighter collided with the Ballmorran surface in a giant ball of fire.

Finally, Mullarus' feet landed as well, only about two dozen feet from the wreckage of his fighter. He looked around, noticing that the area he managed to land in was quite...quiet. However, he felt the presences of many Jedi and Sith alike to the west, where he could make out an Arms Factory rising above the treeline. He set out, robes and hair wet from his excessive persperarion. Who knew falling through a planet's atmosphere inside of a giant metal fireball could be so uncomfortable?

 

[Kenrath]

Spoiler: Please Read important note.

Vaulkhar is on a different objective. Please remove him form your tags. That is my fault.

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

Fleet:

Spoiler

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

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

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

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/31252-ki-es-mki-aka-the-axe-wing/#entry439541X12120((Call signs Balmorra Defense[BD] 1-12))

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Thanith took a deep breath as more and more alarms and bells went off. It was going to be a very long day. The glanced around at the Captain and the bridge officers watching them all work feverishly to process and relay information.

"Commander scans reporting weapons hot." "No communications from the Republic Fleet."

Thanith nodded to the man.

"They didn't come here for tea and cake." "Balmorra is a strategic gold mine." "The fact we are not dead yet is the only reprieve we are going to get today."

Thanith quickly surveyed the readouts before hitting the button for the fleet wide channel.

"All Squadrons Deploy................I want everyone in space in ten minutes." "Captains I am sending a target package now proceed to the designated coordinates and charge main guns."


Thanith let go of the button and smiled softly as the Communications Officer sent the packages. Out of the view ports the Task Force split up. Hellhammer Victor started to surge forward it's main guns charging up. Phoenix Alpha pushed forward and starboard it's main guns charging. The Balmorra Defense Squadron turned as it met up with Hellhammer Viktor to provide additional fighter support for the Cruiser.

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

All fighter Squadrons deployed

The Fleet breaks original formation to spread out.

Dark Blade holds position.

Vanguard assumes a defensive position between the Dark Blade and the Republic Fleet. With a single Fighter Squadron for anti-fighter support.

Razer moves slightly forward and off to the right side of the Dark blade for anti-fighter support.

All Capital Ships Charging main guns to fire on enemy vessels